#one more seokjin set from this and then i'm moving on for now

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BTS Memories 2016: Making of Blood Sweat & Tears MV Jin's kiss scene

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[BAD DECISION #37] Faking It

warnings: pleased be seated for THE JANITORS CLOSET hehe, and iconic chapter in the bd universe. seokjin! pregnancy scares! tittie worship, thigh riding, semi-public, a lil self-pleasure, multiple orgasms, kissing <33, cum in panties??, idk, one of my fave bd smut scenes and they don't even shag! there's a lot of plot in there. all the fave characters!! and the biggest villains!!

a/n: i figured out the wrong headers!! this header was actually the og 36 header and the og 37 header is what I used for 36 lol

also also also i knew i said there would be more updates tonight buuuut I finished write #60 today so I'm editing that instead hehe. there's a direct reference to something said in this chapter in #60!

wc: 18k

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

In the quiet bustle of Jeongguk's favourite downtown cafe, Yoongi frowns.

"Are you even listening to me, Gguk?"

On the table sits a half-drunk coffee, the bitter taste a little too much for Jeongguk at this time in the morning. Notebooks open, pens scattered on the driftwood table, Jeongguk has spent the morning earnestly scrawling down revisions to his business plan.

The centrepiece of the table - a single white rose in a thin vase has been put on an empty seat. Just would have been in the way.

Also kind of made Jeongguk's blood boil, but he knows he shouldn't be irrationally angry at a fucking flower. A nice one at that. An expensive one.

Just like Seokjin had made sure to remind you on his calling card.

Happy Birthday, Darling. Exquisite roses for an exquisite girl. You can pretend they're from your new guy if you like - I'm sure he agrees you deserve the best that money can buy. All my love x

Stupid prick hadn't signed his name, but he has set a precedent. There's only one person who'd send you white roses. Not just a dozen. Not two dozen. Three fucking dozen. Thirty-six.

36 identical, soulless roses destined to die within a week or so, already embarking on their demise.

Danbi had snorted. "What's that? A rose for each time he cheated?"

You had smiled. Shook your head. "Think four dozen would be needed for that."

Jeongguk had been with you when you'd redistributed the roses to your CU ajumma aunties, and had to deal with their scrutinising eyes. Had smiled, and played nicely, even when they called Seokjin the 'handsome one'. As much as he might hate that tall mother fucker, he's got a pair of eyes. Knows he's a bloody god.

And so Jeongguk had moved the rose on his table out of sight before he even realised that he would need to.

The display of his iPad, which is still covered in your small fingerprints from lazy days wasted in his bedroom, has dimmed. It obscures the last revision of the plan. Hides it away from prying eyes.

A work in progress for years, now, he started planning for the samgyeopsal restaurant during his first semester of university. Had been a hypothetical project that he just hasn't been able to let go of. Like a first love, it kept coming back to the forefront of his mind.

For a little while - he's not sure how long; three, maybe four minutes - Jeongguk has been watching the beads of condensation sweat down the side of his glass. The straw, given to him by a barista with a warm smile and nothing else remotely interesting about her, lays beside the glass, still encased in its plastic wrapper.

He hears your voice and its tone of concern each and every time he raises the now-wet glass to his lips.

Careful, Koo. It'll hurt your teeth.

With every fabricated iteration of your concern, his mile-a-minute heart temporarily eases. For those scarce moments, it doesn't feel as if it'll burst straight out of his chest from the sheer exhausting stress of the unknown; His future. Yours. The one that you may or may not have together.

Funny how you're the main source of his stresses right now, and yet are the only thing able to ease them.

And so the straw remains as it is - still, untouched - just so he can pretend you care.

Dazed and most definitely confused when he looks up, Jeongguk's vacant eyes land on Yoongi. There's a frown on the older mans face, but a softness to his eyes.

"Hm?" Jeongguk hums. "Sorry?"

Sighing, Yoongi reaches for the straw that Jeongguk has so purposefully left discarded. Snaps the thin plastic wrapper apart. Reaches over and pushes the straw through a cluster of stubborn ice that just refuses to melt. Helps his friend in a way that makes total sense, and yet Jeongguk's mind is so jumbled up that it almost feels an attack.

It's him who frowns, now. Dimples form in the creases between his lips and cheeks, a thick line making itself known in the ridge between his eyes. Yoongi pays it no notice. Simply says, "Coffee'll stain your teeth. You'll thank me when you're older."

Perhaps he will. For now, Jeongguk's teeth are still pearly white. He's no need to worry about them.

"What wrong with you, huh?" Yoongi presses. "Spent all of last week badgering me to help you out, and now that I am, you've been a world away all morning. What gives?"

For all of the words that he could use to rabbit on about you for hours upon hours, they all seem to be stuck in his throat, dryly swallowed down like bitter pills sticking against his oesophagus.

To mention you now would be to admit that you occupy all vacancies inside his brain, in each and every waking moment. You're there in the moments he doesn't spend awake, too. A constant. Just as permanent as the glitter that's trapped between the woven threads of his cotton comforter, and as deeply embedded into him as the tattoos on his skin.

Pressing his lips together, piercing flipping in the corner of his mouth like it so often does, Jeongguk shrugs. "Sorry. Think my brain is shutting down."

If Yoongi suspects anything other than this as a viable excuse, he doesn't mention it. Just nods. Accept the white lie, and Jeongguk hopes he knows there's a white flag tied around it, too.

It's not that he wants to lie to Yoongi. He just doesn't want to be honest with himself.

Phone face down on the table, Jeongguk's device holds a whole host of contradictory search terms in his browser history. Questions he could probably ask Yoongi, but won't. Questions he should ask you, but most definitely won't.

Girlfriend - cause he figures it will bring back more results than fwb, or whatever else he could equate you to - missed her period, what should I do? Do girls miss periods often? Missed period, meaning, what? Having a baby with fwb, what now? Abortions? What if an abortion doesn't work? Is adoption good for the baby? How to be a single dad? What if only one person wants to keep it? What the fuck oenejoiegohhfo e.

The final result is still open in his browser. Was about three in the morning. Jeongguk had been sweating beneath his duvet, skin just as clammy as the condensation rings that have soaked into the wooden table from his iced coffee glass.

Nothing is confirmed. No test has been done - and yet he's thinking about where a playmat would fit in the living room, but also knows the name of the clinic downtown that would quickly and effectively prevent that from ever being his reality.

"We've made good progress," Yoongi tells Jeongguk. "Can take a break, if you like? Got a couple weeks till your meeting with the bank. Still got time."

There's no place in Jeongguk's business plan for a baby. He half wonders if maybe he should ask Yoongi where to factor it in. Knows better.

So instead, Jeongguk nods. "Yeah. Think that might be good. Sorry."

Yoongi just dismisses it. Tells Jeongguk it's fine, and really means it. Knows that trying to straighten out the fine details of a hypothetical business is harder than it would first appear. They've been troubleshooting; thinking of problems just for the sake of it. Making sure that Jeongguk's application for a business loan is airtight.

Of all of his friends, Yoongi is the only one who's ever been through anything similar. Is a fountain of knowledge with a wealth of experience that he's lucky enough to have access to.

Jeongguk half-thinks he must be mad for jumping in head first with this restaurant idea of his. Isn't sure he's got what it takes. Just knows he has to at least try, so he can say he can. So that even if he suffers the lows of failure, he will have experienced the highs of hope. Maybe even the uncharted territory of success.

"Could be a good idea to talk some things through with other people," Yoongi offers. "Someone in hospitality. Maybe DB. Get different scenarios neither of us have thought of yet."

Jeongguk doesn't need any more make-believe scenarios where you're involved. Has already thought of far too many all by himself.

But Yoongi doesn't know that, and Jeongguk would like to keep it that way. "Yeah. Maybe you're right."

It's this encouragement from Yoongi that has a text from Jeongguk pinging through to your phone a quarter of an hour later. Phone in your back pocket, you'll check the notification that buzzed quietly in a moment or so.

For now, you're locked in conversation with a woman who is both everything you fear and everything you want to be. Peachy-cheeked, with a crystal white smile and lips that are somehow perpetually glossed, Jina has been talking you through the upcoming event that Taehyung is showcasing for at the Ryu.

"I was really impressed - hold on," she huff a little through the strain of reaching across the desk for her file. You immediately get to your feet to help her out. Her peach cheeks are now pretty pink apples. She exhales a deep-rooted breath and plonks back into her own chair. Laughs at herself, and her inability to do even the simplest of tasks, then rests her hand adoringly over the incredibly large bump that protrudes from her stomach. Is appreciative as she says, "Thank you." Looks down to her bump, and laughs again. "Hurry up, now. Mummy has jobs to do."

The way Jina speaks to the little life that's growing inside of her makes you want to violently vomit. Not for disgust, or anything negative, but for the fact that you're terrified of a similar fate.

Well-put together, still in designer garments, Jina has her life together. Is the Lead Gallery Coordinator at the Ryu. Spent her twenties working her way up, only to land her spot at the top two weeks before she welcomed in her thirties. She's distinguished. Had worked damn hard to stay at the top, even when her assistant is consistently trying to fill the shoes she hasn't even taken off yet.

It's why she's still working, even when her due date is within touching distance. Will be damned if some jumped up twat that studied illustration at the expense of his wealthy parents, and has never actually produced an illustration worthy of any praise, ends up behind her desk. Perhaps she's jaded, and perhaps she's bitter that she never got an easy ride, but she did at least have passion - which is more than can be said for her assistant. The only reason she keeps him on is because his parents are benefactors of the gallery. Can't fire him, even if she wants to.

"Sorry," she smiles back up at you, then hums. Ponders. Pregnancy brain is not being kind to her these days. "Where was I?"

With a kind smile, you happily remind her. "You were saying you were impressed?"

"Ah, yes! I was. I am. With the both of you, actually. Kim Taehyung is producing art that actually entices people, which is a rarity these days. I'm surprised his portfolio wasn't passed onto me sooner."

Although when she considers her assistant, the surprise wanes.

"And you," she continues, then looks down to flick through the proposed show in the file you put together earlier that day. "You say you're just doing this part-time? As a favour?"

Nodding, you explain, "Taehyung's a friend, and this is my area of interest. Should have gone down this route straight after university, but you know what the industry is like."

With a pitiful smile, Jina nods. "No money in it unless you already have money."

It's no secret that the arts are a luxury for those who can afford them - not just the masterpieces themselves, but the time to indulge in them. Apprenticeships and internships pay poorly, so in order to get your foot on the ladder, you have to come from money. Have to be able to rely on parents, or aunts, or uncles to fund your living expenses while you live out your dreams.

Wasn't an option you'd had, so a compromise had been made in the form of the art cafe. It's minimum wage, but you do at least enjoy it and can pay the bills.

At such a point in her career where the money is good enough for her to never worry about finances, Jina's heart bleeds for you. From one creative to another, she wishes there was a way she could help.

"You've got everything I'd look for in an assistant," she tells you, and the compliment just serves to make you feel disappointed. Success has always been a goal of yours, and you regret not working harder towards it. The past year has taught you many things, but mainly it's reinforced the idea that you shouldn't spend time on things or people who don't enrich your heart.

And so you throw caution to the wind; chance a suggestion that you know is beyond your capabilities.

"Well, perhaps I could help out when you're on maternity leave?" You chance. Know that you don't have enough experience nor credentials to take on her role, but fuck it. What's the worst she could do? Say no? "Help keep things running smoothly?"

When Jina smiles, you know that rejection is coming your way - but at least you tried.

"No money in the job," she sighs. "The gallery director hasn't opened up a vacancy. My assistant is stepping up."

Even saying it out loud makes her blood boil - but she knows it's bad for the baby, so tries to cool it.

"I have a sneaky suspicion that they'll open up a vacancy in April. Maybe May. When it does, you'd be top of my list for recommendations," she offers. Knows that things are gonna fall apart without her there. The higher-ups won't realise what a fundamental error of judgement they've made until it's too late. "That if you'd be interested?"

You don't think you've ever been asked such a stupid question.

This is a lie.

You've spent time with the Dionysus boys. Have been asked a million questions than this one.

"Of course!" You enthuse. "I mean, I don't get me wrong, I love my job - but an opportunity like this would be... I don't even know," you laugh, unable to articulate yourself properly, so try simplicity. "Yes. Please. If that happens, please pass along my details."

She nods. Understands your excitement. Was in a very similar position, once upon a time. All it took was someone taking a chance on her. She'd like to do the same for you. Has seen your work ethic for an unpaid favour to a friend. Knows you wouldn't let her down.

"Now," she smiles, moving along the conversation as to not dwell on a situation that might never happen. "We're about a week out from the next show - has Taehyung finished the new piece? Any causes for concern?"

"Yes, and no," you assure her, even if it is a little lie.

Taehyung scrapped his piece last minute and has been in the studio ever since your birthday. Had a new wave of inspiration, apparently. Declared as such about twenty minutes after the knocking from Danbi's bedroom had eventually come to an end, so you dread to think of what this new piece could be like.

Still, you trust his creative process, so know that whatever he produces will be more than enough to satisfy the gallery execs.

The meeting runs smoothly; no hiccups to iron out. The subway ride back to the middle of town has to contemplate what life could be like had you met Taehyung earlier; if you could have a career to be proud of by now.

But there was no Taehyung without Jeongguk, and no Jeongguk without the devastating impact of Seokjin. Funny, how the entire time you were with Seokjin, he'd wished you had a better job. Lamented the minimum wage, and your irregular working hours. Would steer the direction away from what the pays the bills whenever you'd meet one of his friends, and they'd ask, 'what do you do for work?'. He'd never been proud, and so in turn, nor had you.

You wonder if he'd be proud now. It's bittersweet.

And as you arrive at Jeongguk's favourite cafe and spot him immediately - chin in his palm, a soft pout on his lips, papers scattered all over his table - you're the one who feels proud.

Seeing the ones you love chase their dreams is a special sort of pride. One that makes your heart swell. So much potential. So much hope.

Ordering up fresh drinks before you head over, there's a thick tension in the air. Jeongguk doesn't even realise you're here yet. Is too consumed with thoughts of you, like the idiot he is. Thoughts you, and his future, and how he doesn't know how to plan anything when he doesn't know what life will look like a year from now.

He clocks you as you're confirming the order with the barista. A hot flash of panic disrupts his body, but it cools just as quickly. Fucks with his body temperature regulation. Makes him feel all clammy and horrible despite the aircon in the cafe.

There's a smile on your lips, and Jeongguk finds one on his, too. There's a shine to his eyes that only glitters whenever you're nearby, and it's noticeable all the way from across the cafe.

Coffees in hand, clothes remarkably formal for a day off, Jeongguk narrows his eyes as you approach.

"What have you been up to?" he queries instead of greeting you properly, not caring for small-talk. Wants to know the big stuff. His brain has been cruel to him today. Hopes you can help remedy it slightly.

"Gallery," you simply say, taking the seat beside him.

There are four chairs at the table. Yoongi had been sitting opposite Jeongguk. You could have chosen to sit there, too.

He doesn't mention it.

"Everything going alright?" He asks, reaching over for his coffee with a small, appreciative smile. "Thanks."

"All good, I think," you say, sucking a little air between your teeth.

He cocks a brow. "You don't sound convinced."

With a bit of a defeated shrug, you purse your lips together. "I just..."

The way you trail off is all too familiar. Jeongguk's used to it. Has been a while since you struggled to find your words so badly.

"Big girl words," he teases softly, which earns him a small laugh from you.

"Fuck off," you smile, then shake your head to realign your thoughts. "No, I just... Sorry. Did it again. I just don't know how sustainable this all is, yanno?"

Jeongguk doesn't say a word. Knows that you aren't done formulating just yet - and when you sigh, before launching into a little ramble, he's proven right.

"I mean, I'm already a shift down this week to help with prep, and next week I've had to book two days off work. And like, honestly, it's fine," you stress. "I enjoy it so much, but long term? When Tae's shows get bigger and bigger? I just dunno, Gguk. Dunno."

You want it to be long-term. Never knew it was something you wanted until you realised maybe you can't have it. Seem unattainable now in a way that you knew before you started helping Taehyung out. The thing so wonderful about dreams is that you fool yourself into thinking they can come true. You neglect rational thinking.

Confronted with the restraints of the industry, it's hard to ignore. Hard to pretend like you could still have it, if you really want it. Things like that don't happen for people like you.

"Well just wait until I get the restaurant going," he smiles, knowing he doesn't have a solution for you - but that he does have the ability to talk about the future with you in a way that doesn't feel all that terrifying. "When I'm super successful and have queues out the door, I'll hire you. Will pay you above minimum wage and let you work with Tae on the side."

"Oh yeah?" You grin, enthused by the childlike excitement in his sparkly eyes. "Gonna be a big hot shot restaurant owner?"

"I'll have you know, I'll be the CEO," he nods his head smugly.

"Oh, that's sexy," you tell him.

"I know."

You hum a little and then decide that a little flirt is okay. "Would be kinda hot, fucking the boss, wouldn't it?"

He raises a brow. Swipes his tongue along his bottom lip, wetting his lip ring as he toys with it. "Would be a HR nightmare."

"Would give me a reason to call you Sir."

"Don't," he smiles, eyes closing, teeth showing. Sweetness encapsulates him despite the stickiness of the scenario that's playing out inside his head right now. Shakes his head. Slowly opens his eyes to find you again. Laughs. "You're fuckin' trouble, Byeol."

"S'why you like me."

"True," he admits rather shamelessly. Doesn't fancy denying it today. Not to himself. Not to you. Not to the world around him.

The air between you gets thinner. Feels like you can only keep breathing if you keep your eyes on one another. Up, and up you go into the atmosphere. Any higher, and you'll be in the fucking stars.

"I hate to ask..." Jeongguk murmurs and you immediately feel your floating soul crash back down to earth. The stars are off-limits today. Your feet must remain firmly on the ground.

"Then don't," you say sharply, not wanting the conversation to go in the direction you know he's steering it in.

"Byeol," he simply reprimands, knowing that it's a conversation that needs to be had. "You've not given me any updates."

"'Cause there's been nothing to report back," you say, as if it's no big deal; as if you haven't spent every waking moment thinking about it. As if your daydreams aren't getting more and more concerning. "I've skipped a month. That's all. It's not that uncommon."

"Well, according to WebMD, apparently some women get periods even when they are pregnant - like, certified, tested, proven true pregnant," Jeongguk states, his late-night research coming to the forefront of his mind. "That's not supposed to happen. Just like you're not supposed to miss your periods when you're not pregnant-"

"Gguk," you plead. "It's not that linear. All sorts of things affect periods."

"I know," he replies, and bless his heart, he really does think he knows. "Stress, eating habits, exercise, medical issues - I've read, like, 6 articles about PCOS in the last 24 hours. Didn't even know what it was last week."

You're fond as you smile over at him. "Why have you been reading PCOS articles?"

" Because ," he stresses, but gives no immediate follow up. Looks over to you with pleading eyes, like a puppy dog waiting for scraps. "Look B, I don't know what's going on. You won't tell me what's going on. The best I can do is try and understand."

"I've told you, Gguk. It's fine. Please. Just trust me."

It's a naive ask, for him to trust you, when you don't even trust yourself.

"Will you please just take a test?" He asks. "The longer it takes, the less options you'll have. We'll have."

You know he's right. Know that there's a test waiting in your bedroom, and that you've spent hours looking at because you're terrified of a result. A positive result, that is.

You won't admit to the way that the idea of a negative result makes you feel. Not to Jeongguk, nor to yourself. It's not what you want. You know that it wouldn't fit into your life. You know that the idea of being in Jina's position would wreck any goals or plans for your life.

And then you're feeling defensive. Pressured. Overwhelmed.

"Look, I said it's fine," you insist, trying to reassure not only him, but yourself too. "I know my body. It just does this sometimes. If anything, I'm probably less fertile than I should be."

"Yeah, but you don't know that-"

"And you don't know that I'm not."

"B, this affects us both," Jeongguk says, his patience waning, tone firming. He's right.

"I know that!" You snap back, 'cause it feels like he's backing you into a corner. "You think I'm not aware? Gguk, if I am-" you refuse to say the word, then quieten your voice. Look around. Get a little closer. "If I am , then I'm the one who has to deal with it. I'm the one who has to live with it. I'm the one who has to experience it."

"Oh what, so suddenly I play no part in this?" He argues right back, but keeps his voice quiet. Mirrors you. Is right there in the corner with you. If this is a boxing match, then he's not your opponent; he's the coach giving you water in the break and patching you up. There's no need to see him as the enemy. "I'm not just some random fucking guy, B. I'm not about to jump ship."

"Okay, hypothetical," you say, encouraging him to use his imagination a little. Try and see things how you see them. "It's positive. I don't want it, you do. Then what? What do we do?"

He's silent for a moment. Looks a little defeated as he shrugs. Doesn't look at you. "We'd get rid."

And even though it's what you think is the correct answer - putting priority on the carrier of the child - it still makes you a little sad. There are layers to such a decision. It's not straightforward. The complexities are beyond what you're capable of considering. There is no 'correct' answer. There are just choices; the one that you take, and the ones that you don't.

It's a curse how vivid your imagination can be; how you can imagine the rough skin by the tips of his fingers as he'd hold your hand in the waiting room, the look in his eyes as you turn to steal a glance at him before going through a pair of double doors that would ultimately change the outcome of your future, and the sterile scent of a medical facility that you'd really rather never visit.

You can picture his smile; pretty but ever so weak. Gorgeous little lies of 'it's okay' wrapped up with bows that could have maybe one day been tied in a child's hair instead.

Pull yourself together, you scold yourself. You don't even want a kid!

"If I were to get rid of it, while you wanted it... Gguk, you would resent me for what I took from you until the day you died," you say solemnly.

The gravity of it all is setting in. A positive result would ruin your lives regardless of whichever option you choose.

The pair of you have been gambling, and it seems like your luck is out.

"I wouldn't," Jeongguk frowns.

"How do you know?"

"Well how can you be certain that I would?" he counters. Is desperately trying see your point of view, but it's obscured by his own opinion on the matter. "Look, none of this is worth us getting worked up about until we know what the fuck we're dealing with. You might not even be pregnant."

He's right. You know he's right. The word makes your stomach lurch regardless.

So you nod, but plead, "Just give me a little time. Please."

He agrees. Knows that you do at least have a little more time before any certain decisions would need to be made. Walks you home. Tells you to keep him updated.

But then one day turns into two, then three, then four - and before you know it, you're ignoring one another, trying to pretend like all of this isn't happening; as if nothing has changed, and as if you haven't potentially fucked it all up just 'cause you couldn't stop messing about.

It's laughable, really. Your insatiable need to fuck one another has become its own form of birth control. Jeongguk isn't even waking up hard these days. Too stressed. No worry of fucking, now. Dick seems to be broken.

In all reality, he knows that it's nothing to do with his cock. He's not waking up hard, 'cause there's a lack of blood flow. Heart isn't pumping it like it normally does. Goes with the territory of not having you around.

But if he acknowledges that, he acknowledges everything he stands to lose before he's even had a chance to have it. Have you .

It's what he's thinking of now - cock limp, scowl hard - the night before Taehyung's art show. It's been five days. You've not kept him updated. He's not asked for updates.

You've both been pathetic - but he's attributing it to you. Thinks you're deliberately being childish so that he won't think having a kid is a good idea - as if he even wants them right now.

Sitting on the couches of Taehyung's studio space, the usual suspects are up to nothing much. Just having a few drinks the night before the show. It's a bit of ritual - nothing set in stone, just kind of what happens. The easing of Taehyung's nerves means he always wants to indulge.

Stewing in the corner like a little parasite, Jeongguk's face of thunder hasn't eased all evening. He never gives a straight answer when he's asked about these little moods of his, so no one has bothered to press too hard. He is at least in attendance - which is more than can be said for you.

"It really doesn't matter," Taehyung smiles, unphased by Jeongguk, stroking Danbi's back as she scrolls through her phone, looking for outfit inspiration.

"Yeah, no offence Danbi, but everyone's gonna be looking at the art," Jimin mumbles through a mouthful of overpriced breadsticks. "No one is gonna care what you wear."

Rolling her eyes, Danbi doesn't care for his opinion. "So? I want people to look at me, which is why my outfit needs to good."

Still stroking her back, Taehyung is so incredibly fond of her unwavering self-assured place in the world. "People will be looking at you," he supports her. "What's DB wearing?"

Flicking through to your message thread, which had ended earlier that afternoon with a very blatant bullshit excuse for your lack of attendance, Danbi scrolls up to find the picture you'd sent her earlier that day.

"Oh, it's nice," Taehyung downplays it. Knows exactly why Danbi is desperate to find something showstopping. Will never let her be aware of this, though. What he does do, is make sure it reaches the right people. "She shown you, Gguk?"

The grunt that Jeongguk makes is barely audible. If there's one thing he doesn't want to see right now, it's you. Especially you looking all fancy and shit.

He's still annoyed. You haven't spoken to him since your fight other than to send him dumb instagram reels. Rabbits hopping about. Shit like that. He smiles every damn time and it only serves to piss him off even more.

But, like the true nuisance she is, Danbi forwards the picture through to Jeongguk. She hasn't heard directly from you that you're fighting with Jeongguk, but anyone who has spent time with the both of you in the last few days will be able to figure it out.

Jeongguk knows better than to click through on the notification. Knows that if you wanted him to know what you're wearing, you would have shown him.

But he misses you.

Wants to see you, even if he knows it will only serve to annoy him even more.

He's proven right.

Standing in front of your mirror - the one used for your first selfie with the bird necklace on Christmas Eve, and also used for your own sadistic pleasure on that very first evening Jeongguk learned what it felt like to be yours - you're in a black dress.

Satin, he thinks. Something silky. It's short, like your dresses so often are, cutting off midway down your thighs. Fitted. Sweetheart neckline that blooms over the top of your chest, with sleeves that follow this same structured line. Shoulders fully exposed, there is a small tickle of satisfaction when Jeongguk notices your bird sitting prettily in place, right where it should be.

Even if you are annoyed, like he knows you are, you're keeping him close. It's more than can be said for last time. You've no intention of pushing him away or so it would seem. He takes comfort in this, a self-indulgent smile on his lips - until he realises and flattens them once more.

"S'fine," he just says as he locks his phone, as if his heart isn't beating all irregularly. "I'm sure she'll look nice."

Danbi glances over to Taehyung, who just rolls his eyes, and encourages her to show him more of her own options.

Jeongguk pretends to scroll through his phone. Is really just looking at that picture of you again. Hates the way it makes him feel. All fuzzy and out of sync. Perfectly safe and yet terrified all in the same fleeting moment.

Has him thinking about what he should wear, too, even if the other boys are telling Danbi that it really doesn't matter.

You look so well put together, he thinks. So intentionally gorgeous. He would say unintentionally , and knows you'd look just as gorgeous in one of his old shirts, but is well aware that you've put effort in. It should be appreciated.

It's decided - at two-thirty in the morning, all alone by himself, contents of his wardrobe piled onto the floor - that Jeongguk will also be wearing all black.

He will match you. It will be intentional. He will hope you notice.

'Cause even if he is a little pissed off with you, it doesn't matter. Had grown up with parents who'd bicker, but would always say 'there's no one else I'd rather argue with.'

He thinks the same could be said for the pair of you.

If your worst fears are confirmed, and you're forever tied to him, then it's something you'll need to learn to navigate. Neither of you are perfect, but neither of you are pretending to be. You're showing him exactly who you are by showing him nothing at all, right now.

And he adores you all the fucking same.

Jeongguk decides on black slacks, and will pair them with a thick belt. A satin shirt will be tucked in, unbuttoned just enough for a little bit of his chest to show. Nothing too indecent. Just wants to match your neckline.

The jacket he's chosen is red. Hopes it'll dare you to look at him, and prevent you from ever looking away. He's being bold, 'cause he stupidly thinks he needs to be, as if you won't be searching for solace in the form of him all night.

He also thinks he needs to consider the kind of man you want . The kind you need . You seem to go for the prim types. The proper. Well-dressed, well-groomed. He's got the outfit sorted. Knows he's being a little risky with the lack of a top button and tie, but he also knows he looks good - so fuck it.

Which is also what he says to his barber on the morning of the show.

"You've been growing it out for a while," she hums. Only re-permed it a couple of weeks ago. Hadn't been expecting him to come for a walk-in appointment so soon.

He shrugs. "Fuck it. It's just hair. It'll grow back."

She laughs, and tells him that he's right - but double-checks before she goes in with the clippers. He's not had anything so close to the scalp in about a year. Started growing it out around the same time you started showing up to the bar.

He braces himself. Grits his teeth. Don't let fear get the better of you.

"I'm sure."

Time stands still within the walls of the Ryu. Moments of life - fleeting expressions of biased emotions - are preserved for voyeuristic viewing pleasure. You're a guilty participant. Salivate over the mixed media, and equally mixed messages. Have a desire to understand. To decipher. To know.

The walls are dark. Slate grey when the floodlights are on, they look black under the diffused bulbs that focus solely on the works.

'Unplugged: The Lonely Hearts of the Digital Age' reads the exhibition branding on the front of the paper guide in your hand. There's an evocative nature to the pieces; an exploration of intimacy and isolation in the modern landscape of smartphones and high-speed internet.

"Oh, entirely," you smile pleasantly at the gentleman twice your age, who had come to stand beside you while you had been observing some of the work. He's been asking your thoughts, and you've been bullshitting spectacularly. "In a world where we're more connected than ever before, there somehow seems to be this... disconnect . A real lack of interpersonal relationships that stand the test of time."

He nods, half-moon glasses resting across the bridge of his short nose. "Too easy these days. Dating apps, and whatnot."

You cast your eyes down to the fingers he has wrapped around a champagne flute. He's without a ring. You wonder if he's a victim to them, too.

"The grass is greener mentality," you agree. Know all too well what it's like to be on the receiving end of such a dilemma. "Always searching for something... more."

A small chuckle emits from his thin lips as he continues to agree.

One of the serving staff, no older than a high school senior, offers their tray of champagne in your direction, but you decline. It's unusual of you - but it's no secret you've not been feeling exactly 'usual' lately.

From across the room, Jeongguk glances in your direction as you shake your hand and head, a polite smile on your lips as you refuse a drink. Your eyes don't flash to his, but he doesn't need them to.

When your gaze falls back to the artwork in front of you, he can easily see your perplexion.

He also notices how your skin doesn't sparkle like it usually does beneath gallery lights. A tight frown forms on his face to match yours.

The paintings you're looking at aren't Taehyung's. Jeongguk doesn't know the artist. Oil, he assumes from this distance. Hyperrealism. Enlarged. A matching pair with stark differences.

The first, to the left, is dark. Navy blues and deep purples depict the foils of condom wrappers, each with a name and date scrawled into them. They're scattered atop what looks like a legal document.

He can't work out the words from where he is. Doesn't realise they're divorce papers.

None of the wrappers match the name of the document, yet all of the wrappers are dated during the duration of the marriage.

On the right hand side, the other painting is clearly part of the same collection. A packet of oral contraception. 28 days worth. Includes the placebo days. Like the condoms, each empty window of the contraception has a name. Some repeating. Some not. There are no names written during the placebo week.

It begs the question; is the taker of the contraception just using the men when it's convenient for her? Or are they just using her when it's convenient for them, and leaving her in the dust when her body is unavailable?

You're not sure which scenario makes you sadder. Reminds you of this time last year. Reminds you of Seokjin. Reminds you of the people that you used to forget about him on the lonely nights.

If you were to think about your own pills, and the names that would inscribed, you know you'd have packet after packet with only one name. Everyday of the week. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, every night. Over the placebo days, too.

Not because Jeongguk has been fucking you all day every day - although sometimes it does feel like that. No. It's not that all.

Instead, it would be because he gives you the intimacy you need to make those pills worth it. He doesn't have to constantly be in bed with you. Quite often isn't. It's just that you'll keep taking those pills 'cause you always want to be available for him in any capacity you can be. Those pills are his just as much as they are yours.

And you hate it.

Hate that you feel this way. Hate that indulging in such intimacy with the person you hold closest has resulted in such a clusterfuck of emotions. Hate that he isn't beside you right now, deciphering the names and making up ridiculous stories about the fictional people in front of you. Hate that when you glance over to his direction, you find him engaged in conversation with a group of people you consider friends, only to notice that Hayun is there, too.

Your arms fold a little tighter into your chest as your eyes fall back on the painting. You're alone, now, the man who had been chatting with you also now distracted by associates.

"Hey," a soft, feminine voice sounds next to you. Seoyeon. Hair loose, but with pretty little plaits running through it, she's wearing white trousers and a fitted blazer. Looks demure as ever. "You okay?"

A simple question that calls for a simple answer - yet it feels all rather complex.

You nod. Say you are. Return the question. She returns your answer.

"Gosh, that's depressing," she says of the artwork, and it makes you laugh. She's not wrong.

"Makes you feel something, at least," you offer, to which she hums in agreement.

"I suppose - but I was feeling perfectly happy before I saw it," she giggles, nudging your shoulder, seemingly aware of your less-than-stellar mood. "Watcha doing over here all alone?"

It's a great question. Fantastic question. Devastating answer.

Oh, so I've been fucking Jeongguk for months and he's convinced himself that I'm carrying his spawn and now he's mad at me because I haven't done the test to confirm nor deny. Oh why? Why I haven't done it? 'Cause it'll change the trajectory of my whole entire life and I'm fucking terrified. And I skip periods all the time. No biggie.

Now isn't the time for such honesties, though.

"Just wanted to read all the names," you say, nodding towards the art.

"See any you recognise?"

"Well, there is a Jimin on the first Wednesday," you grin.

"Why am I not surprised," Seoyeon laughs. "Our very own Casanova. Oh - speak of the devil!"

"Devil?" Jimin questions as he approaches you both with fresh champagne flutes in either hand. "Me? Please. You both know I'm an angel."

The way you incredulously both raise your eyebrows at him, bemused smirks on your faces, would suggest that no, you don't 'know' he's an angel.

"Oh, piss off," he laughs, standing between you both, offering you the champagne flutes. When you decline, he's curious. "Oh? Dry night?"

Nodding, you decide that you'll give as few answers as possible when it comes to your lack of drinking - not that it matters, given how much you've abused your body with star fuckers in recent weeks. Any damage is already, inevitably done.

"One of us needs to be the sensible one," you joke, and ignore the burning gaze you can feel from across the room.

His stare is sweltering, like early May heat after a freezing spring, regardless of the cool air that's currently circulating around the room.

It's stuffy, the way his eyes follow you. Suffocating.

And yet you love the warmth. Want evidence of him on your skin like the burn of a summer sun.

Turning your head as Seoyeon and Jimin natter, you're surprised to find his shamelessly dark eyes still on you.

Hair pushed back, he's wearing it shorter than usual. It takes you a moment to realise it's been cut. You think a part of you dies from such a devastating loss - but it's revitalised within the same millisecond. It's criminal how handsome he looks. How mature he seems. Jaw tense, bone structure highlighted, he's a vision. Heaven. Ethereal.

Matching your all black attire, there's one keen difference. One that throws you off entirely: his jacket. It's one you've never seen before. Red. A kaleidoscope of different tones. Dappled, they bleed into one another. You can tell it's expensive. Tell it's being worn with a purpose.

It's unusual for him, and yet he holds a beauty that can only be compared to that of Venus herself. The jacket was made for him.

But you don't like the idea that maybe actually it was made for him, by the only seamstress you know. See no other reason for him to own such an item.

Stupidly, it upsets you how good red looks on him. Pisses you off.

Across the circle of people he stands with is the seamstress herself.

Just as you match him with your silky black dress, she matches him with her scarlet nails and deep ruby cocktail number. Gorgeous in the way that her hair effortlessly waves over her shoulders, she pays your judgemental eyes no notice.

They look good together. Like they belong. A good girl. Upper class. Bad boy. Her bit of 'rough'. Jeongguk likes a good Romeo and Juliet type story. You're sure he loves the romanticisation of their coupling.

So caught up in your own head, you almost miss the way Jimin deliberately chooses to include you in on the conversation once more. Just asks your opinion on the piece, then asks if you know the artist. He wants to check that he's not the Jimin scrawled into the pill packet.

"I'll find out," you promise him - but you're certain he's not. Park Jimin isn't exactly the most unique of names, but you don't want to hurt his ego.

"Legend," he grins, before roping Namjoon in for his opinion on whether or not it's his name.

"It's nothing to be proud of," Namjoon assure him. "If it's you, you're being branded as a hit it and quit it kinda guy. You're only on there once. Most of them are on their a few times. You not good enough for round two?"

Scoffing, Jimin looks to you for defence.

You just smile. Make your excuses and leave. Bless him.

As beautiful as the show is, there's a sadness to it. It revives unpleasant memories. Provokes parts of your brain that have been well trained to not make a noise.

Schmoozing with some of the higher ups from Shilla finances, you're going for the hard sell. Telling them all about Taehyung, and how he's hotly tipped to be one of the most successful artists of this generation.

It's all bullshit, of course, but someone has to have that title. Why shouldn't it be him?

"He certainly does have a gift," one of the older men acknowledges. His name evades you now, but you remember him from networking events with Seokjin. Would always treat the serving staff with kindness, which is more than could be said for most of them. It's the only reason you're entertaining the conversation - the other men you recognise from those events have been avoided by you at all costs.

You're about to call Taehyung over, when the looming intrusion of a bowing gentleman makes itself known in your personal space. It's his presence you notice first. Aftershave second. Stoic, burly voice third.

"Director Choi," he interjects from behind you. "It's good to see you here."

Smiling, with just as much kindness as he shows to everyone, Choi nods back. "Kim Seokjin! I didn't realise you'd be here tonight."

"Ah, well," Seokjin smiles. You can hear it in his tone, even if you daren't turn to face him. Your skin suddenly chills as his large hands rest over the tops of your bare shoulders. "Was back in town, and couldn't miss it. You're speaking with the city's best curator."

The way he squeezes your shoulders, skin on skin, makes you want to be sick. It's as if you've had far too much of the champagne you've been turning down all evening - but your stomach is empty. All you'd be able to do is gag.

Yet your body is entirely frozen.

And neither of the men care enough to notice.

"It's quite the collection," Choi nods, but doesn't keep his focus on you. Like the serving staff, he's always polite to you, but will always see you as a second-class citizen. You're not a man. He doesn't respect you. As human? Yes, he does. But as a person? Why would he waste his time if he can't profit off of you? "Tell me Seokjin, how have you been? I hear your department is up by 3.7% this week?"

The conversation around you is stuffy, like that sticky summer heat clinging to your skin once more. It's unpleasant, but inescapable. There's nothing you can do, except let it ruin you.

One breath in; through the nose. One breath out; through the mouth.

Repeat.

One breath in; through the nose. One breath out; through the mouth.

There's a squeeze of Seokjin's hands; a silent instruction to not move your shoulders so much.

Half a breath in. Half a breath out.

You've an inability to focus on anything other than basic survival.

In the times you've seen Seokjin since the breakup, he's always been so good at acting as if it never happened. He touches you just the same. Speaks with just as much fondness that always made you think you actually meant something to him.

For so long, you wished he would be like that with you in public. Would proudly claim you as his own.

But now that he is, all you want is for him to look at you with remorse. Regret.

Sort of like Jeongguk is doing, as he spots you from across the room. Was just doing his quarter-of-an-hourly checks to make sure you're still okay - even if he is annoyed with you. Thinks that anyone who has ever spent even a smidgeon of time with you should know that the look in your eyes is far from okay.

They're downcast. To the floor. Your nostrils flare ever so gently as you inhale. Mouth forms a delicate pout as you exhale. Breathing exercises. He recognises them instantly. They're the same ones Jeongguk does when he's frustrated and trying his damn hardest to not break another display case.

It's been working lately. Not a permanent fix, no, but it's been going okay. Has finally been reading one of Namjoon's self-help books that's been on his bedside table for months. Fills the time that should be spent on you doing that, instead.

But Jeongguk thinks all of his hard work might just go down the fucking drain when he realises what's happening. When he notices exactly who has a possessive grip on you. When, from across the room, he hears Seokjin laughing at some vapid joke that he knows mustn't be even remotely funny.

"Hey, Dan," he calls over to your best friend, breaking her from her conversation with Taehyung. When she looks at Jeongguk, she follows the direction in which he nods.

She gasps. Drops her hold on Taehyung's forearm, and doesn't hesitate to beeline straight for you.

Jeongguk knows it should have been him - but he also knows you're stubborn. Knows you might have chosen to stay put just to spite him. Also knows that stress if bad for the body. Says so in another one of those webMD tabs open on his phone. You're stressed enough as it is. Don't need him causing a scene. Danbi is what you need right now.

Not him.

But he needs air - so heads out towards the stairwell and just keeps on going up. Up and up, until there's nowhere left to go. Closer and closer to the stars. Further and further away from his very own.

Elbows resting on the wall of the rooftop, Jeongguk lets a deep-rooted sigh exhale from his body. Lungs heavy in his chest, he's in need of respite - yet even that seems like an unattainable goal these days.

He wishes to be back in Busan; where the sun shines and so do you.

The darkness of the city envelopes him, now, much like it obscures his heart. Confuses it. Tells him all sorts of lies. She loves you. She loves you not. She loves you. She loves you not. He's not sure what's the truth, anymore.

He's not plucked at daisy petals since he was a kid, but he does occasionally pull glitter from his skin. That's when the rhyme repeats. That's how he knows he only has space in his heart for you.

And so when the bustling sound of the city is interrupted by a voice that isn't yours, he frowns.

"Watcha doing up here, buddy?"

The roll of Jeongguk's eyes is so damn weighted he's surprised it doesn't sound like stones are being turned. Of all the people he wants to be alone with right now, Hayun would be towards the bottom of the list. Likely beaten only by your shitbag of an ex.

"Needed some air," he lies. Doesn't look at her as she takes the space beside him, then shuffles over a little. Doesn't wanna touch her. The intrusion of her perfume is enough to make him feel sick. Has done ever since she approached him in the courtyard of Dionysus.

"Could have gone for a smoke with Tae," she says all rather pleasantly.

Jeongguk is well aware of this. Truth be told, he could do with a cigarette. Could do with many things right now.

Could do with a few shots, or even a high. MDMA, maybe. Something that'll have him thinking death is inevitable before he manages to reach his come up. Could spend the whole night pinging. Wouldn't have to think about you, or your ex, or the fact his heart already feels like it's got a little ecstasy running through it these days.

But you're not drinking, and so Jeongguk isn't smoking. Is finally actually trying to make some good decisions for a change, to atone for all of his questionable ones.

He shakes his head. Bunches his face up ever so slightly. Is dismissive as he simply says, "Didn't fancy it."

Just like he doesn't fancy engaging in this conversation.

She nods, pretending to care. Fabricating a persona that matches how awfully pretty she is. "You don't seem like yourself."

Mentally, Jeongguk sneers. Physically, he remains unchanged. Statuesque.

"You've been saying that ever since you came back," he eventually sighs. Looks over to her. Doesn't mean to be so cold, but frankly no longer has the patience. "You can't fuck people over and expect them to welcome you back with open arms. Doesn't work like that, Yun."

Hayun's laugh is parasitic. Gets under his skin. Crawls about. Makes him feel sick. His body rejects it.

"She's inside your head," is all she says. "Never used to be like this before she came around."

In the far distance, a police siren sounds. It's swallowed up by the fumes of rattling exhaust pipes and the posing arrival of planes from foreign lands. In a city that never rests, Jeongguk thinks it mad that Hayun expected him to remain exactly as he was.

Doesn't even register what she says about you. Pays it no attention.

"I don't wanna keep doing this, Hayun," Jeongguk says quietly.

It's strange, because he knows it's the 'right' thing to do, but it still doesn't feel entirely correct.

Years of knowing her - of loving her - have been reduced to nothing but resentment and wasted time. Everything he experienced with her equates to emptiness. The good - of which there was plenty - and the bad - of which there was marginally more.

"What do you mean?" she asks, as if she doesn't already know.

"I don't wanna pretend like we're still friends," he simply states. "It's doing nobody any favours."

It's something he should have said a long time ago. Something he's known for far longer than he's wanted to admit. Something Jimin has been telling him for years.

"Gguk," she tries, and reaches out for his hand - but Jeongguk tears it away from her.

"No," he reaffirms. Is setting boundaries. Is being as firm with her as he wishes you'd be with Seokjin. He keeps his voice measured. Sensible. Wastes no more energy than is needed. "I'll be perfectly cordial with you, but I'm not gonna act like we're anything more than strangers. Said it yourself, you don't know who I am these days. Please stop trying to find whoever you think I used to be."

"So I guess the marriage pact is vetoed?" She tries to joke. Thinks that making light of the situation will ease things. Make them less awkward.

He doesn't dignify her with a direct response to that. Instead, he stands a little straighter. Taps his ringed fingers against the wall so that a clunky pat sounds against the urethane coating that covers the entire roof area. Turns to face her. Looks down upon her. "I'm asking you nicely, Hayun - but if I have to ask again, I won't be."

There's nothing she can say to reel him back in. Not anymore. Not like she used to. She knows this. Hates this.

But one thing Hayun refuses to ever do is embarrass herself. Not for a man. Especially not for one she didn't even want that badly in the first place.

That's exactly the issue at hand, though. He was always the one chasing her. Always. Must have worn through a hundred pairs of shoes in pursuit of her - but he's stopped running now, and she can't quite wrap her head around it.

"Okay," she simply says. Smiles. It's insincere. Jeongguk doesn't realise this, 'cause it looks like every other fuckin' smile she's ever cast his way. "Look, emotions are high. I won't take this to heart. Whenever you're ready, you know where to find me."

Glancing over to the door, Hayun's ruby-red lips falter. Her smile almost cracks, but she holds herself well.

"Oh, goodie," Hayun hums. "Suppose I should leave you to it."

Jeongguk doesn't follow her gaze. Knows that there's only one person who could evoke such a reaction - and right now, he's annoyed with you, too.

He does, at least, say, "I suppose you should."

It's not until Hayun begins to strut away that Jeongguk turns to the door. Not to watch her walk away, no.

To watch you walk towards him, instead - but you don't.

You stay leant against the door frame. There's a sultry smile on your lips, and he's surprised to see they move a little as Hayun approaches. He can't hear you, but he knows your lips almost better than he knows his own. Can work out exactly what you're saying.

Lipstick's a little smudged.

Jeongguk knows that it absolutely is not - but the way Hayun's hand lifts to her lips suggests that she doesn't know this.

It's evident you're trying to evoke some sort of insecurity in her. Seems to have worked. Also seems to be incredibly mean-spirited - but he's not gonna hold it against you. Knows that it's the least Hayun deserves. It's not like he was exactly kind to Seokjin upon meeting him, either.

The sounds of the city echo out around you as a small breeze carries the scent of the trees that are finally starting to rebloom after a harsh winter. There's hope to be found in the darkness of this night. The promise of rebirth.

Or at least there is, until you begin to make excuses to leave.

"Just came up for some air," you explain, not looking to engage in conversation with him. If anything, you just feel like you're losing your breath.

He nods. Purses his lips. Turns away from you. Hopes you'll come to join him.

There's a you-sized spot right beside him. Hayun had tried forcing her way in, but the fit just wasn't right.

His broad shoulders widen as his elbows rest back upon the wall, body silhouetted in the skyline. Something about him today feels so new. So different. Maybe it's just the hair - but hair holds history. You feel like he's cut you out of his. Is starting afresh, maybe.

Whatever the case, he's clearly not concerned in inviting you into his current narrative. Is quite literally blocking you out.

You had arrived to find him locked in conversation with Hayun. Engaged. He'd watched her walk away, and the moment she was gone, couldn't stand the sight of you, or so it seems.

And so as Jeongguk waits - wishes - for you to walk towards him and slink your arm around his waist, you decide to cut your losses. Hadn't even come up to the roof to see him. Had been hoping to be alone after the whole Seokjin debacle.

It's not like you hadn't known Seokjin would be in attendance tonight.

He had messaged you to confirm the date. You just hadn't expected him to waltz in like a proud partner, parading you around in front of his colleagues.

So yeah, you had been shocked. Had been unable to respond in a way that accurately conveyed how you felt. Had panicked. Had cried in the storage room that Danbi had dragged you into while she gave you a pep talk and wiped away your stray tears, before suggesting you get some air.

You wonder if perhaps she knew Jeongguk would be here. Seems likely, knowing her.

Your lip trembles as you go to speak, unspoken words vibrating between them. There's no sound. Just the city. The cars, and the revellers from a bar a few blocks down. Jazz music echoing up the stairs to the rooftop, too.

And then there's Jeongguk's voice. Quiet. Controlled. Commanding.

"The first bird," he says. Looks down as he does so. Builds his confidence, then turns around to look at you. Is displeased to see your body facing away from him now, about to walk away - as if you hadn't instantly turned your head to look at him. "The first one. We went to the water park. Some guy looked at you in a way you didn't like, and you went straight on over and told him to stop being a perv. Remember?"

Of course you do.

But you say nothing. Do nothing. Just turn your body. Let him know you're listening. He continues.

"You know your limits, B. You know your boundaries."

You nod, now. Still stay silent.

Jeongguk's jaw grates, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. You're avoiding his confrontation, just like you've been avoiding all talks of anything serious since that day at the cafe.

And it's pissing him off.

"So why do you let him overstep them?" Jeongguk continues - and finally, this accusation gets a rise from you.

"I don't let him do anything," you scoff - and then you accuse. "You're the one I've just found hiding up on the rooftop with your ex. What about those boundaries, huh?"

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. Turns away from you. Looks out over the city, and wishes it would swallow him whole. "You've got no fuckin' idea, B. No idea."

"So then tell me!" You say, as if it's as easy as reciting your ABC's. "I'm not a mind reader-"

"And nor am I!" He says sternly, but doesn't raise his voice any higher than yours. "You've spent half the week ignoring me, only for you to barely even look at me now. You're not even wearing any glitter -"

"Why does that even matter?" You interrupt, unsure exactly of what he's trying to say.

Is the lack of glitter intentional? Yes.

Is it for the reasons he assumes? Probably not.

"'Cause we both know he fuckin' hates it," he snaps, decidedly far more pissed off now that he's speaking his thoughts into existence. "We both know you didn't wear it because of him in the past. So for you to show up with no glitter? Let him leech all over you? After he sent you all those fucking roses, and you won't fucking talk to me? Tell me what I'm supposed to think, huh?"

"Why does it even matter to you?" You fight back. It takes two to tango, and he seems to know the steps pretty fucking well. "You've been ignoring me too-"

"It matters to me because you might be fucking pregnant, B!"

Silence shatters around you both. Steals any words that could be said in the wake of such a declaration.

You roll your eyes. Do a fantastic job at pretending as if you don't feel like your world is caving in on itself.

"No, you don't get to treat me like I'm being irrational when you've been drinking cranberry juice all evening," he scathes, the frustrated gestures of his hands letting you know just how upset he is - and rightly so. "You don't get to act like you've not been thinking about it too."

"We don't even know if I'm pregnant-"

"And who's fault is that?!

"Gguk-"

"No, you're being such an asshole about this, B. This doesn't affect just you. This affects me too, okay?

Shaking his head, Jeongguk turns away from you. The way you're behaving is so unlike you, or so he thought. Maybe he didn't know you as well as he thought. Maybe he did get wrapped up in fallacies of you; in the what if.

"I fucking defended you," he says quietly. Isn't even sure if you can hear him. Doesn't care. Shakes his head and lets it dip between his disappointed shoulders. You'd be forgiven for think he was giving his next words careful thought. In all reality, he just starts ranting. "When he was at the tennis club, and was chatting shit, I defended you. Me . And yet you're more concerned with keeping up appearances for him ."

"You did what ?"

Now that he's started, Jeongguk can't stop. Not when he turns around. Not when he looks at you. Not when he starts to walk towards you.

"I insinuated we were together to get him to shut the fuck up," Jeongguk scoffs, thinking about his former self. Is embarrassed, now. Is letting his frustrations show because fuck it . He's hurting . Feels like a deer bleeding out on the side of a road, left to rot by some asshole driver who rammed straight into him at a hundred miles per hour. "So he's out here, showing up to your event, putting moves on you - even though he thinks you're with someone else - and you're fucking giving him the green light. Real fuckin' nice of him. A stand up guy. Respect must be his middle name. You really know how to pick 'em, B."

"Literally, how was I supposed to know any of that?!" You ask, eyes wide, brows furrowed. These new revelations are just as devastating as they are infuriating. All you can do is repeat a previous sentiment. "I'm not a fucking mind reader!"

But Jeongguk's irate now. Comical, almost, in how he downplays his anger.

"Oh, well, forgive me for assuming that you wouldn't bend to your exes every fucking whim!" He exclaims, a sarcastic smile on his face that snaps to a scowl within an instant. "I didn't think it was important because I thought you were beyond that point-"

"You're being cruel," you interrupt him, because he is. He knows how hard you've worked. Has been with you every step of the way - but this is how he views you?

"Me?" He laughs. It's cold.

"Yes," you say. "You."

"Nah." He shakes his head. Casts his eyes to the floor, 'cause looking at you like this only makes him feel even more frustrated with the current state of affairs. "Cruel is what Seokjin's doing right now - but you're giving him a free pass."

"I'm not. I don't want him leeching all over me," you say quietly, ashamed, turning away from him as you walk across the roof. Crouching, you bundle yourself up protectively, as if it'll make a difference. As if you can shield yourself from your friendship with Jeongguk as it comes crashing down on you both.

The only thing that makes any fucking sense to either of you right now is that you'd do it all again.

He'd ruin the friendship a million times over.

Not because he doesn't care, or because he's okay with losing you. Quite the opposite.

He'd ruin the friendship because - fuck it - that isn't what this is. The friendship flew out the window months ago. Maybe he was too late to realise it. Maybe he should have tried to claw it back in - but what use would that have been? It would have been wounded. Scratched to smithereens. Damaged.

Standing up straight, you curse at the sky. Are saddened by how few stars are out. Feels like they're shying away. Maybe they're ashamed, too.

"I have to head back," you say. Are defeated as you turn to face Jeongguk. "Tae's doing his speech, soon."

Jeongguk nods. Looks to the floor. Doesn't want you to go. Knows he hasn't exactly done anything to make it worth staying.

Both struggling with the current state of affairs, there's no one to blame. Joint bad decisions have led you here.

But he wants you close. Wants things to feel normal. Is willing to do anything.

"Look, your ex is down there being a prick," Jeongguk sighs. He waits for a moment. Lets you work out what he's gonna say in your own head. Wants to see your reaction before any of his bias comes into play. "He thinks we're together.... The best way to get him off your back?"

Your lips part ever so slightly. A crease forms between your brows, but your eyes remain kind. "Gguk..."

Shrugging, he plays off the weight of a suggestion he hasn't even vocalised yet. "He thinks we're together. Makes sense for us to act like we are."

For reasons you can't explain, the idea of other people seeing you and Jeongguk act intimately towards one another fills you with fear. It's not like it's an abhorrent thing - but to see the way your friends look at you as you present yourselves as a couple is to see their genuine reaction to it. If they're disgusted, you'll know that you're not suited. If they're elated, it will only play into these weird feelings that you've been having and are so desperately trying to avoid.

Eyes scanning him, you try and work out what he thinks of it all. If he's disgusted, you could probably live with that.

If he's elated?

Makes you feel queasy. Scared.

He holds out his hand. Knocks his head to the side. "C'mon. Face those fears of yours. Hold my hand."

It's bizarre, how Jeongguk has quite literally licked your arse, and yet this feels like the most obscene thing he's ever asked of you.

When you arrive back in the main room, Jeongguk stands behind you, ever so slightly to the side. Loops his arm around your waist. It's unintentional, the way his hand comes to rest over your stomach. Fingers splayed, he pulls your back to his chest, and you pretend like you're able to stand up straight without his support. Pretend as if the world around you isn't caving in on itself.

It wouldn't matter, even if it was. You're safe here. Safe with him.

And yet you insist on pushing him away.

"I wouldn't stand like this with a boyfriend," you say. "Too overbearing."

"Well, I would stand with a girlfriend like this," he assures you. The fingers that aren't firmly keeping your stomach protected come to your chin. Encourage it to the side. Get you looking at him. "I'd stand with her like this," he whispers, glances behind you so briefly that you almost miss it. "And when her ex boyfriend is looking in our direction - of which he is now - I'd kiss her."

"That wouldn't be very professional," you whisper.

"No," he acknowledges. "I don't suppose it would be."

He pulls away.

"I'll let you get on," he says. "The second he even so much as breathes in your direction, you come to me."

"Gguk-"

"You make your excuses and you come to me."

"I can handle it."

"Fine then," he shrugs. Begins to turn away, but makes sure to say, "I'll come to you."

And despite the deep-rooted need for you to prove yourself, there's a stranger sitting next to your determination. She goes by the name of Desire. And all she does is fucking laugh.

As Jeongguk rejoins his usual crowd, he's met with silence.

"Hmm?" He hums, reaching over for the glass Jimin is holding. Doesn't know what he's drinking. Doesn't ask. Downs it. Hands it back. "What are we talking about?"

Mouths a little ajar, neither Taehyung nor Danbi quite know what to make of what's happening, nor the foul mood that so clearly has a grip on their friend.

"Riveting," Jeongguk says sarcastically, when the silence lasts for a little too long. "No, really. Please go on."

But then, right on cue, Seokjin is heading in your direction, and Jeongguk may as well be bleeding through his tear ducts, given how red his sight is.

Bolting for you, Jeongguk almost knocks into one of the waiting staff. Spends a short moment apologising, then makes sure to interact with the people standing behind you. Has never seen them before in his life. Has no idea who they are - yet he greets them like old friends. Wants Seokjin to question his place. Wants him to think that Jeongguk is so much more important than he actually is.

And when he arrives to find Seokjin already speaking with you?

Yeah. Ain't no way he's letting him win.

Jeongguk does not give a fuck. Does not care about the opinions of anyone else. The world around him is burning red, flames that refuse to flicker out - and you crash through them like a beam of white light. A shooting star that offers the promise of something better. Something new.

Imposing in his stance, Jeongguk comes to stand beside you. Offers his hand out to Seokjin.

"Ah! Seojoon," he says, deliberately getting the wrong name, and not caring that maybe it's indicative of the fact your former fling has also been on his mind. Fine! Maybe he's obsessed with the fact other people have more of a claim on your romantic history than he does. Sue him. "We met at the golf course, remember?"

Seokjin doesn't correct Jeongguk on the incorrect name, nor the incorrect location. Knows exactly what he's doing. Shakes his hand.

"Jeongguk, yes. You had to run off pretty quick, no? Didn't get a chance to rally."

Oh, but we did, Jeongguk thinks. Knows it's a good job he didn't stick around. Would have probably thrown a racquet at Seokjin's face. Accidentally.

"Mm," Jeongguk nods. Protectively grips the nape of your neck. "Had plans. Maybe next time."

Seokjin nods. "Maybe."

The tension between the men is getting thicker.

Soon, you won't be able to breathe.

So you smile towards your ex, and say, "Excuse us."

Which only serves to piss Jeongguk off. This is your shot. Your chance to show Seokjin how little you care - and instead, you want to run away. Un-fucking-believable.

Still he smiles at Seokjin, as if he knows something that he doesn't. Wants him questioning this interaction for weeks. Regretting. Lamenting.

"See you around," Jeongguk says pleasantly, as you lead him down the hallway, your pace getting angrier with each step. He rolls his eyes. Knows you're gonna wanna fight, and thinks fuck it. Will just let it happen this time. Can't be fucked with keeping the peace.

The janitor's closet you had visited with Danbi is down this hallway, and it's where you're headed. Want privacy. Need it.

Especially 'cause Jeongguk's spouting off like a facetious twat before you're even inside. "Worst fake girlfriend I've ever had."

"I don't know how I'm supposed to pretend to be your fucking girlfriend!" You hiss quietly once you're inside, as Jeongguk knocks across the latch on the door, as if anyone else would even think to be in a janitor's closet right now.

You only know the door passcode from when you had been setting up, and even that was a lucky guess. Had just tried the code that works for another door in the gallery when Danbi had dragged you here, too.

"Well, it's not that fucking hard!" He hisses back, trying the handle just to make sure it doesn't open.

"Apparently it is!" You reply childishly.

Turning to face you, Jeongguk is obscured by the lack of light coming in through the small window on the back wall. You can barely see one another, 'cause neither of you have flicked the light on - and quite frankly, you don't want to. It's easier to fight when you can't see how delicate he looks, or how handsome his jaw is when it flexes out of frustration.

"Oh fuck off," he laughs, but it isn't humorous. "Even the caricature artist in Busan had to ask if we were a couple. We are perfectly capable of looking like one."

"I'm sure she asks everyone that!"

"Oh, piss off-"

"Fine!" You say defiantly, barging past him. If he wants you to piss off, then you will. He's the one who got you into this mess. Frankly, you don't give a shit at this point - but the door won't budge. Lock won't move. You yank on the door, as if that will help.

For all of Jeongguk's internalised frustration, he smirks, now. Folds his arm. Perches his ass on the counter by the sink.

Trying to prize the latch open, you're stupidly worried about breaking a nail - but you refuse to ask for help. Look to the side for something you can use for leverage. Can only see mops. Half think about throwing one at Jeongguk.

He doesn't interrupt your struggle. Doesn't tell you that there's a second latch towards the top of the door.

"If you don't let me out, then God help me, Jeongguk, I will scream," you threaten. "I will scream so fucking loudly that everyone hears, and then I'll let you explain why you wouldn't let me out."

Jeongguk laughs. "Go on then."

But you don't. You won't. This is somewhere you hope to work, one day. You can't risk embarrassing yourself over something as pathetic as this.

If you do, then it means Seokjin has won.

Jeongguk is many things. He's frustrating, and confusing, and yet simple and straightforward. He's an oxymoron, and on occasion, just a moron. At the crux of his identity though, is a good human. There is one thing he is not, and that is cruel.

So he stands. Sighs. Walks towards you and leans up to the latch you've neglected to touch. Puts a hand on your waist to steady himself, not that he really needs to. Pulls the lock free. Doesn't let go of your waist, but he isn't keeping you trapped. You're free to fly.

And yet you stay put, breath hitched in your throat, time standing still for a moment.

"Go," Jeongguk says quietly, his raspy voice affecting you in ways that it shouldn't be right now.

But to go would be to give him what he wants - and you absolutely do not want to do that.

Most importantly, you don't want to leave. Would gladly fight with him right now, 'cause at least you're actually talking.

"You go," you reply childishly.

"Me?" He laughs. Comes a little closer. Practically whispers in your ear. "B, you're the one who wanted to go. So, go."

"Maybe I've changed my mind."

He scoffs. "Fine."

It's a childish back and forth. One of you needs to grow up, and take control of the situation - and as Jeongguk's hand grips your waist a little tighter and spins you round, it's evident who is taking that role.

There's a dominant assertion to the way he moves you. You've seen this side of him a few times, but it never fails to take your breath away.

Hands pinned above your head all rather suddenly, a single one of his palms can keep both of your wrists suspended. It's always driven you a little wild before - but he's pissing you off. Every little thing he does will annoy you, now. Even the sexy shit.

In fact, especially the sexy shit.

The hand of his that isn't clamped around your wrists comes to the base of your throat, and you can't help but gasp a little in surprise.

His voice is deep and low as he tells you to 'say chess.'

But you shake your head. Won't do a damn thing he tells you. "No."

He grips tighter. "Tell me to stop."

"No."

"Fine then," he husks. Presses his knee between your thighs. Spreads them. Drops the hand from your throat to your hips. Get you positioned just right. Pulls you further up his thigh. Encroaches on your personal space.

"Stop acting like you don't know how to fake things." His voice is dulcet. "Your ex should be pretty used to it."

"Hardly the same thing, is it?" You hiss back, but Jeongguk laughs, and presses a kiss to the side of your ear. Then the lobe. Then beneath your ear. Down your throat. Stops only once he reaches your collarbone. Raises his eyes. Looks directly at you.

"I'm gonna make you cum," he tells you with arrogant certainty. "For real. You're not gonna fake that. Gonna make you cum, and then you're gonna hold my hand in front of your ex-boyfriend and fake that like a good girl."

The energy he's radiating is electric; the right amount of jealousy and desire making you the only thing his brain can focus on for longer than a second at a time.

"Gguk-" you gasp as he pushes your hips down. The leverage is crappy, the angle not quite right, but the intention is there.

Jeongguk glances over his shoulder, to check he wasn't imagining the chair he swore he noticed earlier, and almost thanks the God he doesn't believe in when his eyes land on it.

He turns back to face you. Lets your hands drop from above your head. Cups your jaw. Brushes his lips against yours.

"You're gonna be a good girl for me, aren't you, B?" He says, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips. Doesn't it let it linger. You don't get a chance to kiss him back, for he's moving you both to the chair. He sits, legs parted, and gets you straddled across his thigh. You're right where he wants you. "You're gonna ride my thigh and cum like a good fuckin' girl."

The satin of your panties rubs against his slacks without him even trying.

Hands beneath your dress, he squeezes at the flesh of your ass, spreading you. Pulls you up his thigh. Lets you build a motion. Encourages it.

He doesn't complain when your hands tangle in his hair. It surprises you at first, just how short it is. You've never experienced it like this. It almost distracts you from what's actually happening.

But then one of his hands comes to toy with your chest as you continue to ride his thigh. The neckline makes it so fucking easy for him. He gets you exposed, but doesn't keep it that way for long. Latches onto your nipple as soon as he fucking can. Groans against you, and then the sensation of his vibrating tongue forces the wetness to seep from your cunt.

Your rhythm against his thigh is well-established, now. Both of his hands are free to tug down on the top of your dress.

It's a pretty dress. Gorgeous, in fact, and you look incredible in it - but all he wants to do is take it off. Wants you naked.

For now, he'll settle with your satin-covered cunt rubbing up against him, and your tits nice and exposed for him to toy with. He's using you for his own gratification, and you're doing just the same.

His tongue flicks against your nipples, hands squeezing your tits firmly together. He sucks. Squeezes. Grazes his teeth. Makes you feel so fucking good. Part of you thinks he'll get you cumming just from the contact of his lips with your hardened nipples - but the way his strong thigh is acting as the perfect ridge? Fuck .

"I'm close," you promise as the pleasure trickles through your bloodstream like warm honey. Sweet, and delicate, there's something about orgasms earned by Jeongguk that always makes you feel like you've ascended. Heaven really is a place on earth. Remarkably, it appears to be in a janitor's closet with all of your closest friends just down the hallway.

Jeongguk nods. Slowly pulls away from your nipples, the suction so pleasurable you can't help but whine. "I won't stop you."

He means it. Keeps your nipples wet with his spit, tongue lapping against them, as your hips buck against him. Your whines get a little deeper. Friction stronger. Breaths needier.

And then, as soon as your body begins to shudder that tell-tale way, he lets his tongue loose.

"That's it, beautiful," he husks. Looks at you with stark adorned eyes. "Come on me like the pretty slut you are. What would they think, huh? If everyone here knew what you were doing? Be louder, baby. Let them know. Let them know how much you like to cum for me."

You whimper his name as your grind begins to ease - but Jeongguk doesn't let it. Uses both of his hands. Grabs your ass. Is intentional with the way he bounces his thigh up against you, forcing the sensation to jolt through you once more. Elbows on his shoulders, head buried in the crook of his neck, you're whining as he overstimulates you.

"God, I'll cum again," you tell him, teeth grazing his neck. He kinda likes the pain. Likes that he'll be waking up with a hickie, no doubt.

"Good," he grits. Is rough with your body. Wants that second orgasm, and he wants it now.

"Gguk-" you whimper, but can't manage to say anything more, the wave of pleasure taking over you so much faster. Chest heaving, you're unable to do anything other than languidly grind until your body stops. Hearts beating in sync, Jeongguk is so overwhelmed by how good it is to feel you come undone for him, he almost doesn't notice the way you begin to palm his incredibly hard crotch.

"Shit," he hisses. This was supposed to be about you. He shouldn't be letting you do this - and yet he's reaching for his belt. Is frantic as he unbuckles. Opens up his pants. Takes over from you. Dips his hands into his underwear. Wraps his hand around his hard, leaky cock. Smears the precum from his tip all over his head. Wants it in your mouth - but has other, more pressing ideas. "Can you stand for me, baby?"

Barely. Shaky on your legs, you do your best. Let him guide you - thankfully, to the door. Back pressed against it, Jeongguk gets you to hold the skirt of your dress up. Pushes your panties down, but only just enough to expose a small amount of your cunt. They're still around the top of your thighs, slick with evidence of your orgasm.

Jeongguk lines himself up. Rests the head of his cock against the edge of your underwear. Tells you, "I'm gonna cum in them. Gonna cum in your panties, and then you're gonna wear them all fuckin' evening."

"Please," is all you pathetically whimper.

It doesn't take long for him to get there. He's been worked up all week. He wanks himself off for you. Whines. Whispers shit about how hot you are. How much he likes doing shit like this.

Jeongguk grips onto your arm as his climax hits. Body doubling, he has no choice but to let his forehead rest on your shoulder.

"I'm cumming. Fuck. Fuck," Jeongguk curses. Tilts his head. Presses a wet kiss to the base of your neck as his body jolts and the first rope of cum spurts into your underwear. "Fuck, baby."

"That's it," you encourage, obsessed with the way he's whimpering, body all weak and feeble as it shakes for you.

He groans now. Grips his cock even tighter. Milks himself for all he's worth. Fucking ruins your underwear. Lets the top of his cock rub up against your clit. Massages your slick and his cum together. "Fuck."

When he finally pulls away, he says nothing. Immediately pulls his pants up as if he can't believe what he's just done, then pulls your panties up, too. Hooks the sides over your hips, pulling the mess he's made tightly to your soaked cunt. Cups his hand over your heat. Presses. Rubs. Teases little circles over your clit. Presses down more firmly. Builds speed.

"Gguk," you whine, grabbing onto his shoulders.

"Again, baby," he says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Cum again for me."

"I can't," you whine, the overstimulation about to kick in - but he dismisses it. Knows that if you wanted him to stop, you'd say 'chess'.

"You can, baby," he promises. Uses the hand that isn't massaging your clit to angle your jaw. Doesn't even think as he steals a pretty little kiss from your lips. Doesn't realise it begins to send you over the edge. "You're gonna cum like you're mine."

And how can you do anything else but succumb to his demands?

Lips on his, brows furrowed together, he swallows all of your pretty little whines, as your body shudders for him. He keeps you steady. Keeps you supported. Keeps his tongue in your mouth, and his hand rubbing your panties. Doesn't ease up until you pull away from his lips.

"Gguk," you pant. "Please."

Nodding, he eases slowly. Doesn't wanna let go too quickly. Keeps kissing you. Won't stop that. Never wants to stop that. Is still annoyed with you, yes, but knows he has a duty of care, now. Also knows he'd never forgive himself if he didn't take every chance he gets to kiss you.

When he finally pulls away, forehead resting against yours, he's spent. You're both panting, both struggling to formulate any words in the wake of such a devastating orgasm.

Brushing a few strands of hair back from your face, Jeongguk closes his eyes. Nudges his nose against yours. Shows a little restraint. Whispers, "You've got a show to return to."

Nodding, you shake a little from his grip. Say nothing as you adjust your dress. Try your best to ignore the thick pool of his cum that's gathered in your panties. The tops of your thighs will end up smeared in the evidence of him, and, quite disgustingly, it only serves to make you even more turned on.

"I'll follow behind you," he promises as he begins to sort himself out, too.

Nodding, you're a little unsure of exactly what to do. You're scared that someone will know. That you'll leak.

"I'm scared," you admit. Explain your worry. He rolls his eyes, but smiles as he does, so.

He tugs on your hands, and props you up against the counter towards the back of the small room. Spreads your legs. Assesses fuckin' nothing, 'cause it's so dark in the room - but knows your pussy almost as well as he knows his own name. Licks to the left of your lips. To the right. Ends in one thick stripe up the centre. Sucks ever so gently once he reaches your clit. Knows that your cunt - your leaky, needy, hole that he loves to stretch out so much - must be going insane from the lack of attention it's getting.

"You'll be okay," he assures you. Stands, and gives your pussy a playful spank. "C'mon. You've got horny old dudes to schmooze."

"Is that gonna get you off?" you tease slightly, your annoyance with him a little subdued.

"Maybe," he shrugs, already knowing it mostly likely will. "You're gonna walk around that gallery covered in my cum, and no one else but us is gonna know it," he smirks, the gravity of what he's just done finally kicking in. Cups your jaw. Presses a kiss to your lips. Husks, "You're gonna go out there and act like you're mine - 'cause right now, you are."

You don't argue against it.

The pair of you meander down the corridor in near silence. His hand is on your back, but your arms are tentatively folded across your chest. Each step is accompanied by your keen ears checking for audible evidence of your sin.

So caught up in your own worries, you don't notice how quiet the gallery itself is. How few people seem to be milling about. How the main lights are on now, and how it only seems to be those wearing 'staff' lanyards within the main space.

Pursing his lips as he realises, Jeongguk tries not to laugh.

"Oh, shit," you whisper, pulling on his wrist so you can check the time on his watch. 10:13. The show was scheduled to finish at 10, but you're sure most people will have filtered out before then. Have no idea what the time was when Jeongguk had dragged you away from the main room.

"S'fine," he mumbles. Grips a little tighter on your waist. Doesn't let you pull away, like he fears you will now that appearances don't need to be kept up.

You don't. Instead, your arms drop from their position over your chest, and reach for his hand, guiding him the direction of the (now unmanned) cloak room.

There's little chatter as you grab your coats - the only ones left there.

"Need to show you something," you mumble, digging into your pockets, and pulling out half a dozen empty tubes.

Jeongguk looks at you with a sense of frayed confusion - but if he were to thread the strings together, he'd see the bigger picture.

Dusted in fine glitter of different colours, the tubes don't seem out of the ordinary for you. Is totally the kind of thing he'd expect to see in your pockets.

Quietly, you grit your teeth together. Suck in a little air. Are embarrassed to admit what you've done.

But the person in front of you is your best friend. Even with judgement will come acceptance. There always is. Honesty is the least you owe him.

"I know I'm not wearing any glitter," you start slowly. Hold the empty tubes up, then toss them into the bin beside the concierge table. Knock your head to the side and encourage him to start walking with you. He does.

He also reaches into his own pocket, and pulls out his car keys. Passes them over to you. "Might be above the limit. Can you drive?"

Glancing over to him, shocked by the request, you double check. "Are you sure?"

He nods. "You can crash at mine. It's fine."

Despite it all, there's still no one else he wants to end the night with. No girl he'd rather take home. Platonic or romantic.

"Sleep, I mean," he adds. "Not physically crash the car. Please don't crash my car."

You just smile. Nod. After the hideousness of the week spent barely talking to him, there's nothing you want more than to just feel like things are still normal.

"So the tubes?" he asks as you reach the car. He lets you unlock it, but adjusts the seat for you before letting you get in. Also puts his jacket down on the cushion, just in case your underwear gives up on protecting your decency.

"Thanks," you say, stroking the side of his waist tenderly as he makes way for you and waits for him to get in before you start the car up. You get onto the main road, and make sure you've got your bearings before finally explaining yourself. "It was plausible deniability. The lack of glitter, I mean. Was deliberate."

"What do you mean?" He asks, reaching for the gearstick. Doesn't care if your hand is on it. Wants to hold it. You ignore his actions. Just let him intertwine his fingers with yours.

"I mean, the less glitter on me, the less credibility Jin would have when it comes to arguing that I'm the person who's emptied half a dozen tubes of glitter into his incredibly expensive formal winter coat."

Jeongguk says nothing for a moment. Plays out the idea of you stealthily depositing millions of glitter specks into a jacket that costs more than his yearly rent. Is slow to ask, "...which pockets?"

And you're slow to reply, "... All the ones I could find. Outside, inside. Secret pocket in the lining."

And then Jeongguk is laughing. Really fucking laughing. Looks over to you, and your bunched up little face, and is overcome a sense of pride he usually only feels for these gallery shows, or when a bird of yours is completed. The kinda pride that is reserved for you, and for your accomplishments.

"Shut up," you giggle now, too. "I know it's childish but-"

"No," he shakes his head. Can't stop smiling. "It's brilliant. Dunno if you've heard, but apparently glitter is a bitch to get out."

"Yeah," you grin. "I've been told that a few times."

And suddenly the events of the evening seem to feel less burdensome. Warmer. More pleasant.

You don't bother with small talk, and nor does he. Are just happy to exist together, and this state of ease lasts right up until you're in his apartment, shoes off, standing a little awkwardly in his living room.

Jimin is out. Everyone is. There are a million messages in your group chat asking where you are. You'll just reply in the morning. Too busy, now.

"I need to shower," you say, a little timid.

Jeongguk nods. "Same."

"Join me?"

To your surprise, he hesitates.

"You're the reason I need one in the first place," you remind him. "Please."

He looks down. Shakes his head. "I don't trust us."

"Nor do I," you tell him. "But this whole thing has been hell on earth, Gguk. I've hated it."

"Me too."

"I don't think..." you sigh. Don't want to share your conclusion, but know you need to. "I don't think careless fucking around is worth it. It's definitely not worth losing you."

"So what are you saying?"

Gesturing towards yourself, you grimace a little. "I'm saying we sort out the current... mess. Get showered. Whatever. Head to the pharmacy in the morning for the emergency pill, just in case - and then a few days from now, I'll take an actual test. Just wanna make sure my system is settled, first. And then, providing it all goes well, we sort ourselves out. Stop fucking around."

Jeongguk says nothing. Just sort of looks at you as if you've just hung up a new star in the sky, or something absurd like that. Nods. "Alright."

You're well aware that you shouldn't look at Jeongguk in the way that you do; that you shouldn't stand in his living room, and let the dress that you've been hoping would keep him focused on you all night drop to the floor.

He's well aware that he shouldn't look at you in the way that he does; like you're some kind of star to wish upon.

And yet you both do. He wishes. You grant his wishes.

There's a mess to clean up in the morning. Jeongguk can't shake the look on the faces of his friends from his mind. Knows that you need to cover your tracks.

But for now, he doesn't care.

Your dress is on the floor, and his heart is yours.

Though he'll always define you as his best friend, he knows that the way he wants you goes beyond the scope of that. Knows that there's no going back.

"Byeol," he whispers.

"Koo," you whisper right back.

He smiles. Shakes his head. "I love it when you call me that."

You nod. smile, too. "I love the way you smile when I call you that."

He's right not to trust the pair of you together. Right to assume that a shower is a bad decision. Right to think that the second he has you naked, he won't care about the consequences.

Quite frankly, he couldn't give a fuck. Skin on skin, he indulges in you. The way you feel, the way you sound. Pretends like it's normal, holding your waist as he peppers kisses up your neck. Tells himself it's not unusual for friends to let their hands roam. It's all about trust. Mutual adoration. Desire. Want. Careful carelessness.

You don't kiss him, at least. Not in the shower.

No, you don't kiss him... until you're in his sheets.

Neither of you got dressed after the shower. Went to bed naked with the promise of sleep - and yet somehow you're straddled across his lap at two in the morning, hips slowly grinding to get the feeling of fullness you love so much from Jeongguk.

"After this-" you husk into his lips, but he breaks your sentence with yet another kiss. You don't mind. "After this, we've gotta start taking shit carefully."

He nods. "Mhmm. Whatever you say."

"Gguk-"

"Byeol, please," he smiles. "I'm literally inside you. Can you at least wait until we're done to give me ultimatums?"

Laughing, you cup his jaw. Kiss him again, just because you want to. Because you can. "Yeah. My bad."

Sitting back up, Jeongguk watches on in a state of adoration as your body moves for him. So often the one to take the lead, he's letting you have control, now. Letting you ride him. Letting himself succumb to everything you are.

"Shit," he whines, back arching, head pressing into his pillows. Fingers gripping your hips, he thrashes his own upwards. Thrusts up into you like a man possessed. Gets your body all weak and feeble from the overwhelming pleasure he's delivering - and when your hand dips to toy with your clit? Oh, it doubles. Trebles.

"You're so fucking hot," he tells you. "Yeah. Play with yourself for me. That's it, baby."

Panting, you tap on his chest with your spare hand. "Hips. Slow."

He does what he's told even if he absolutely doesn't want to. Let you bounce slowly. Reaches up to hold one of your tits as you do so. Wants them in his mouth. Finds himself grinning when he thinks of how much he's changed since you first started fucking around together.

"God, I fuckin' love this," he whines a little mindlessly. Doesn't bother clarifying what 'this' is.

The hand of yours that's wrapped around his wrist begins to tighten. Nails dig in. Tiny pretty whines of satisfaction escape your lips. Eyes close. Speed of the hand rubbing circles on your clit increases. Sitting on his cock, he's keeping you stretched. Full. Lets you do whatever the fuck you like, 'cause he knows you're working your way up. Loves to watch it more than anything. Gets himself off sometimes thinking about it.

Leaning forward a little, you reach for his phone. Slide it open to his camera.

He narrows his eyes. "Whatcha doing there?"

Whiney as you manage to speak, Jeongguk thinks you must be a direct descendant of Aphrodite. "Giving you permission," you hum, passing his phone back to him, already recording.

He looks to the screen, a little red button in the middle and a time running through on the top. Raises his brow. "Sure?"

You're putting on a show for him, yes, but none of it is faked. This is as real as it gets.

"Oh, fuck yeah," he husks as he can feel your walls tighten. "Like that. Like that. Fuck ." Pulses his hips ever so slightly. Sneaks his hand to join yours. Takes over. "Cum all over my cock, baby. Yeah. Yeah, that's it, babe."

"Gguk, I'm so close."

"I know," he coos. "Let yourself. I'm here."

"You're so big," you tell him, just so he has evidence of it. Know it will do his ego wonders. "Makes me feel so good."

"Show me how good it feels. Cum for me. Please. I need this. Need you ."

And when you finally do?

Oh, it's glorious.

"There she is," Jeongguk praises. Doesn't bother to stop recording. Tosses his phone to the side. Pulls you in for a million kisses. "God, you're so pretty when you cum. So fuckin' pretty."

His hips continue to gently rock, his orgasm far less violent than yours. You only really know it's happening cause he grunts. Gets a little breathless. Hugs around your back as his legs begin to shake, and eventually he manages to shakily whisper, "it's yours. All yours."

You just assume he means his cock, or cum, or something vulgar like that - and while it would be correct, it's not what he means. Not at all.

He holds you as you sleep that night. Has no interest in pretending like he wants to be less than what you are right now.

But come the morning, you're cracking jokes together like you've never nearly made declarations you'd never be able to take back. Hang out, as if he wouldn't rather eat you out. Make a to-do list. Laugh, as it's titled 'Fixing the Star-Fuckers Fuck-Up'.

You make a trip out of the list. Go to a pharmacy a few towns over. Grab a drive-thru Maccies breakfast. Get absolutely slated when you order a Shanghai Snack Wrap instead of a classic egg McMuffin.

"Can't believe we're friends," Jeongguk says, disgusted by the fact you're choosing to have something from the all-day menu. "Can't believe we fuck ."

"Fucked," you remind him, and remember that you've a pill you need to take. Pop it out of the foil, and swallow it down with a chug of Jeongguk's drink. "Past tense."

"Yeah, sorry," Jeongguk grins. It's easier to pretend like the idea of not fucking doesn't phase him. "My bad."

His pretty grin swiftly disappears three days later as he paces around your apartment living room, waiting on the result from a little pink stick that's sitting on top of your toilet. You're in the living room, too. Don't wanna check it. Nor does he.

So you play rock paper scissors.

Jeongguk loses.

And as you nervously await your fate, all you hear from your bathroom is a single word.

"Fuck."

[yeonkimintakecare]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader; Angsty Fluff

Summary: You and Yoongi are going through a rough patch in your relationship while you guys decide to go out with your friends.

Author's Note: This is actually an old posting from an old instagram account I used to post stories from. I just figured I'd post them on here as I'm getting back into writing again. I wrote these like 3 years ago now and I was usually drunk when I did it (it was during the pandemic, so I was always at least tipsy, sorry about it lol.)

Anyways, what I'm trying to say is that my writing is not always great in these but I still like the stories anyways. I hope ya'll like it, I'm working on a longer fic rn, and trying to get my old work posted on my AO3 account as well.

Warnings: Alcohol mentioned, some fighting, drunk rando non-consensual dancing, implied sex (sorry I didn't really write smut back then. Still don't really.)

You release the last curl in your hair before finishing it with hairspray. You normally wouldn’t go through the trouble of doing your hair this well for the club, but with Min Yoongi as your boyfriend, you knew you weren’t going to dance much. You throw on your heels before leaving the room, you see Yoongi sitting on the couch. He looks up from his phone, you give him a twirl, he just looks at you with confusion.

“Why did you do your hair?” He asks with a scrunched up face.

“Is it a crime for me to curl my hair? Will the world end because I used hair spray?” You ask rhetorically, already annoyed that he’s picking a fight. Yoongi just sighed and grabbed the keys. You follow him out the door and into the car. You both sit there, listening to the radio. You want to say something, you really don’t want to be fighting all night, then you really won’t get to have any fun tonight.

“Listen baby.” You say while grabbing his thigh. “I just wanted to dress up for once, and when your first reaction was to ask me why I had dressed up instead of saying something nice, I got upset. I should’ve stayed calm. I’m sorry.”

Then he grunted a hmph in response. You just apologized for something that was barely your fault, and he can’t even give a response that’s more than a noise? You take your hand off of his thigh and cross your arms. You guys begin to park for the club, when you walk out you immediately see your friends, Yeona, and Seokjin. You run up to them, hugging them both.

“Y/N! Are you ready to party?” Yeona yells excitedly. Being around her cheery self immediately brings your mood up. You laugh in response and you guys continue to chat, Yoongi being quiet this whole time.

You guys finally get into the club and when the music hits your ears you can’t help but sway to it, even if you aren’t on the dance floor yet. You guys find a table and you grab Yoongi’s hand, still wanting to reconcile to have an enjoyable night, he holds your hand back rubbing the back of it. This was as much as you were probably going to get out of him, but that was okay, because at least this meant he might dance a little bit and maybe you to could, you know, make up at home later. Seokjin makes it to the table holding drinks, he hands one to you.

“I got you a vodka cranberry!” He yells over the loud music while sliding into the booth next to you. Yeona follows him setting a beer in front of Yoongi and sipping her own drink while she sits next to Seokjin. They would make such a cute couple if only one of them would back up and make the first move.

“Thank you! It’s my favorite!” You yell trying to lean closer to his ear. You feel Yoongi jerk his hand out of yours. You turn to him and he’s drinking his beer and looking away from you.

“Why are you acting like this” you say into his ear.

“Act like what?” He asks with an attitude. You scoff, he knows what he’s doing.

“Whatever I’m going to go dance.” You chug your drink and you, Yeona, and Seokjin decide to go dance. You close your eyes and try to not think about how angry you are. Yeona and Seokjin drift farther away from you, but you don’t really notice, you were too distracted by the music. You came to the club so that you could dance and have fun with your friends and Yoongi was ruining it. You loved him with all of your heart, but moments like this made you want to walk away. You understood he isn’t always great at communication, but it was still frustrating. Your thoughts are interrupted by somebody dancing behind you. When you realize it’s some random guy, you stop dancing to tell him to back off, but you feel a strong hand grab onto your arm. You look up to see Yoongi, he pushes the guy away from you and drags you to the public restroom.

“What the fuck Y/N?” He yells at you while locking the door.

“What do you mean? I was just about to tell him off! I didn’t do anything wrong.” You yell back. You can’t believe this, he really did just want to fight with you tonight. It doesn’t matter if you did something wrong or not, he would find a reason to be mad or blame it on you.

“You were just asking for attention from other guys tonight. Look at your hair and especially that dress.” He continues to scream while gesturing at the red, formfitting dress you were wearing. You feel fire fill your throat and your eyes begin to water.

“What I wear has nothing to do with impressing random men at a club and everything to do with wanting to look pretty to myself, dickhead. Also if there was any guy I wanted to impress it was you, but you’ve been acting like a jerk all night. You could’ve at least given me a compliment when I came downstairs, but no, you just made assumptions about my fucking hair.” You scoff, knowing your eyes have tears in them and doing your best to continue to look cool and also wipe your face. His look softens at the sight of you crying, realizing that he was being a dickhead. Not just for not believing in you, but also for not standing up for you.

“I’m sorry. I just feel like you dressed up because you wanted to impress Seokjin. I got jealous thinking you were trying to impress him.” Yoongi says, you appreciate him finally apologizing for his behavior, but you were still mad. You were mad that he even thought you would cheat on him, he was your whole world. You were also mad that he couldn’t communicate his insecurities to you. But somehow all of this melted away when he grabbed your arms and gave you a hug. You stood there, originally stiff but slowly melting into the hug. He adds “I really am sorry that I don’t always communicate with you, I will work on it.”

You smile, you pull him from you, he looks sad for a second. You lean in and kiss him. You can feel him smiling as he deepens the kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist. He grabs your bottom and grabs your *CENSORED CENSORED CENSORED*

You walk out of the bathroom, the line of people waiting scowling at the two of you, but you don’t care. The two of you walk back to the booth to see Yeona and Seokjin making out, like really going for it. The two of you decide to order another drink.

While you sip your drink you dance provocatively on Yoongi. Hoping that once you guys get home you can repeat what happened in the bathroom. Yoongi leans in and whispers into your ear “I just want to say you look fantastic. I especially love your hair.” You laugh while turning around to wrap your arms around him again. The two of you continue to dance with your foreheads touching.

I guess your hair did get ruined by the end of the night. Amongst other things.

[thedoctorsthings]

bts jealousy scenarios

someone asked for this but I'm an idiot who doesn't know how asks work so I lost it.

anyways the ask was just 'jealousy' and that lack of instruction made my autistic ass scared. Here it finally is.

warnings: one (1) sad ending, angst, drunk person, history student writer finding it necessary to put one historical au in there. (why do i try to be funny in these intro/warning thingies? nobody reads this. I am a jester putting on a clown's show for the deaf and blind)

WC: Don't know, don't care

KIM SEOKJIN

She's dancing. Not only is she dancing, she's dancing with her husband...and it's not him. He watches her swaying along the dance floor with the better man. Seokjin knew he was the better man. If he wasn't you wouldn't have married him. Your new husband Jinyoung lifts you up and twirls you around and you laugh, a sound clear as water. You smiled brighter when you were with Jinyoung, laughed harder, moved with more energy. Seokjin knew he had lost. Still he couldn't bring himself to be angry. You were happy. That was all that mattered. When he lost you years ago he'd signed up for a life on the sidelines and now he had to bear the consequences.

The song ended and you let your husband go. Seokjin walked over to you right after gathering all his courage and swallowing the frog in his throat. "dance with me!" you said before he could. He couldn't find any words so just took your hand and walked you back to the dancefloor. once you've found your rhythm and are softly rocking back and forth on the shiny floor of the gorgeous venue, he finally finds his voice. "Are you happy?", He asks. "of course", you beam. "Just wanted to make sure", he says almost whispering. your smile drops: "are you okay?" you ask concerned. "When you're with me always". "You need to let me go Jin". He sighs, tears welling up in his eyes: "I'm sorry". It's the last thing he says before walking away out of the venue into the night. He'll take enough with this. As long as you're in his life he would never truly be unhappy. He'd be the dry dust of the savannah spending his time waiting to be blessed by your rain. He'd be the moon yearning for the moments he could take some of your sunlight every once in a while. If this was all the both of you could be then that's how it would be.

MIN YOONGI

You were dancing with Mr. Fleatwood again. Yoongi knew he'd been courting you for more than 10 months now. It was killing him. Why couldn't he just work up the courage to ask you. To go to your house as a caller instead of just waiting for you to look in his direction. His family was much wealthier than yours so there was no need for him to be embarrassed, and yet he was. Something about your divine beauty, your quick wit and sharp intelligence made him a nervous wreck.

"why don't you ask her to dance? What's the worst thing that could happen?" Namjoon, his best friend had come to stand next to him, his wife on his arm. "She could look at me". "oh you melodramatic piece of work!" Namjoon's wife exclaimed. Yoongi sighed melodramatically: "I'm too late, she's been courted by Mr. Fleatwood for over 10 months. A proposal can't be far away". "exactly!" Namjoon said with a smile Yoongi found way to optimistic looking. "they've been courting for over a year and no proposal yet. They're taking too long. If you ask me, she's trying to shake him off". "I've learned not to ask you things", yoongi chuckled, but while his friend walked of he considered what he had said. Maybe he did have a chance. "worst case scenario she dumps her glass over your head. It's a hot summer night, it'll be refreshing. Just go for it before I do it for you", Namjoon's equally optimistic wife whispered near his ear. All right then, here goes nothing. Yoongi walks over to you. "Miss, might I have this dance?" "If you take me away from that bore of a Mr. Fleatwood you can have anything", you smiled.

KIM NAMJOON

Namjoon's watching you on set. He came here to surprise you at work. This way he could drive you home to the dinner he made for you. When you told him you would be acting in a romantic comedy he thought he would be able to handle it. Turns out he couldn't. Your co-star just threw you on the bed and was crawling over you. When he kissed you Namjoon decided it was time to take a bathroom break.

When he comes over the scene is done and you're getting ready to leave. "Hey honey!", you beam at him. "Yeah, hey honey", he huffs. "What's up with you?" you ask frowning. "Nothing, I'd just like to get home", he answer dramatically looking away from you. You chuckle and figure you have an idea about what's going on here. "okay, okay, I'm almost ready". When you're out of costume you leave with Namjoon to the parking lot. He doesn't say anything the whole way. When he starts driving and you look over to him to see him angrily sticking his tongue in his cheek you can't take it anymore. You try to hold in your laugh while you ask him: "Are you upset about the scene?" "Don't laugh at me", he says curtly. "Oh come on Namjoon don't be ridiculous, it was only a scene for a movie". Namjoon dramatically looks out the window. "Would it help you if I told you that my co-star is an absolute dick that I can't stand?" "Would that be true or just something to shush my hurt feelings?", Namjoon says with a small smile on his face. "It would very much be true". "Do you need me to beat him up for you?" You laugh: "I shouldn't have to ask you things like that, you should just do it". "I prepared a date for us", Namjoon says after laughing: "I'm sorry I overreacted". "It's okay, I get it".

JUNG HOSEOK

You're sitting in front of him at the restaurant you agreed on. Next to you is your boyfriend and next to him is his girlfriend. God how he hates this. Why did he agree to go on this double date? Why was he dating Jinae? He didn't love her. Why were you dating this douchebag? He didn't love you and Hoseok didn't even want to think about the possibility that you truly loved him. Lastly, why oh why was he not the one next to you? You should be dating him. Hoseok was sure he could give you everything you wanted, make you so much happier than he could. He saw the way your boyfriend looked at other women. How he made little comments that made your smile drop. Hoseok had spent this entire date moping and barely talking. "So how long have you been dating again?", your boyfriend asks. "eeuhm...", Hoseok hesitates just long enough to make it awkward before Jinae saves him: "almost a month". An awkward silence falls before you ask your boyfriend to go dance with you. Oh God that's right, this godforsaken restaurant has a dancefloor and romantic music playing. Your boyfriend manages to catch himself right in time but Hoseok saw he was about to roll his eyes. He would never do that. If you asked him to to dance with you he would be the happiest man on earth.

You're on the dancefloor slow dancing with your boyfriend and Hoseok stares holes into the back of your head while ignoring his girlfriend next to him. He knows he's being horrible to her. That she doesn't deserve this, but he couldn't stand to be alone while you were with someone. "they're so cute. Do you think we could ever be like that?", Jinae asks with an endeared look in her eyes. "no". "What is up with you? Why did you bring me here, you've been ignoring me all night", Jinae sounds clearly offended. "I don't know, I think we should break up".

PARK JIMIN

You're laying on your couch watching some romantic movie. An empty container of ice cream is laying on the floor in front of you and the tear streaks are still clear on your face. You and your boyfriend just broke up. Apparently He couldn't handle your close friendship with Jimin. It had started with him making sly remarks towards him and ended with him accusing you of cheating. Doors had been slammed and tears shed but it was over now, for good. You'd gone straight home and hadn't contacted anyone. you Just wanted to be alone.

All of a sudden your shaken awake by the ringing of your doorbell. After blinking your sleep away you get up to open the door. On the way there you look at the clock and see it's 2am. The bell rings again right before you open the door. Jimin almost falls onto your floor. "What are you doing here?" You ask softly. Jimin leans against the wall and manages to slur out: "You've ruined my life". He smells of alcohol. "Jimin, what are you talking about?" "I can't stop thinking about you and your stupid boyfriend. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for years and now you have this idiot of a boyfriend. I hate him. he's so pretentious. You should be with me because when you're not it burns and I need you to make it stop. I know you love him. I know I don't have a chance with you. You're so smart and he's also smart and I'm not. You always talk about how amazing he is and I can't fucking take it. Maybe I should get out of your life, it hurts too much". All of this was rambled and a lot of it incomprehensible. after a moment of silence and Jimin trying to stay standing by holding on to the hallway mirror you say: "We broke up". "Come on Jimin, you can sleep on the couch and we'll talk tomorrow". "Okay, I love you", Jimin slurs while following you to the living room.

KIM TAEHYUNG

Your new fiancé has been proudly strutting around all night with you on his arm. You're gorgeous as always. His name was Dokyeom and he was annoyingly perfect. He was everything you deserved and everything Taehyung wasn't. You were the heiress of your mothers company and so you were always meant to marry the son of a rich family. That wasn't him. Taehyung came from an average family. The only reason he was here was because he was your best friend and you invited him to every single one of these events.

Dokyeom puts his arm around your waist, pulls you closer and Taehyung almost recoils. He couldn't take this. He had to get out of here. Since you were teenagers he'd been in love with you. Never once did he say anything. It would ruin your friendship with no point because he's always known you were to marry rich. And the worst part about all of this; you were happy. This would be so much easier if you hated Dokyeom. If you called Taehyung every night to complain about the horrible man your parents had arranged you to marry, but you didn't. You liked your fiancé.

He left. He had to. On his way out he asked one of your mutual friends to tell you he was sorry. He was just about to step out the door onto the street when he heard you call his name. "Taehyung, where are you going so early?" "oh, I'm just tired. Thought I'd head out early". "Without saying goodbye?" He hated this look on your face. Your face had fallen when he said that and now he felt horrible. You frowned and said: "you normally love these things. What's really going on?" He figured there was no point in lying. Maybe Namjoon had been right when he said that the best thing to do would be to be honest with you. So here he went; finally taking his chance after almost 10 years. "I can't do this Y/N. I can't watch you marry that guy. I love you. I love you so much and yet I can't stand to watch you be happy with someone else. I can't keep hurting myself.

"Run away with me", was all you answered.

JEON JUNGKOOK

He was going to kill that guy, and after that you. No, he would never do that; he loved you. He was just mad. Earlier tonight you had fought. You wanted to go out with your friends but when Jungkook saw the dress you were wearing he told you to change. It turned into a fight. You said he had no right to tell you what to wear and he had accused you of not respecting him. In hindsight he'd realised you were right. So now he was here at the club he knew you were at, to apologise. He didn't want to wait until you were back because then he'd be asleep and he knew that you wouldn't talk about it the next morning.

When he arrived he'd spotted you after a mere 2 seconds of looking at the dancefloor. You were dancing closely with some guy. He had his hands all over you but you seemed to drunk to realise. A couple seconds later you seemed to sober up a bit and told the guy to back of. He didn't of course. This was Jungkook's cue to step in. He marched up to the guy and pulled him away from you. "When a lady says back off, you back of alright you piece of filth". He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, "let's go home Y/N". "Okay, but I'm still mad at you". "Yeah about that", he lead you out of the club while saying: "I'm sorry about that, you were right I totally overreacted". He opened the car door for you and then went over to the driver's seat. "You should be able to wear what you want, I'll shut up about it next time". "Good". You said curtly. After a few minutes of silence you softly said "I'm sorry I stormed out without solving the argument". He looked over and smiled, "Forgiven and forgotten".

requests always welcome

[jjungkookislife]

Fake title thingy - I'm not jealous

I’m Not Jealous

pairing: namjoon x f. reader

warnings: jealousy, alcohol use/mention

Namjoon knew he had no right to be jealous of your friend, David. He knew how much you cared about those close to you but it did nothing to ease the bubbling feelings in his chest. All he could do was watch from across the bar as you hugged David once more.

“You’re gonna break that glass if you squeeze any harder,” his older friend, Yoongi comments as he sips his whiskey. “And I’m not paying for it this time.”

Namjoon scoffs, prying his eyes away from you to look at his raven-haired friend. “I paid you back.”

“Not the point,” chimes in Hoseok from beside him. “Don’t need another trip to the E.R. for stitches again.”

Namjoon sighs, looking down at the scar on his palm. It was faint but the reminder was there.

“You could just tell her,” Seokjin says as he joins the group of friends with his cocktail in hand. “She might like you back.”

“If you’re all gonna gang up on me, I’m leaving,” Namjoon scowls as he downs his drink and waves over the bartender for another.

“Here she comes,” Yoongi mutters as he steps to the side to allow you space.

“Hey guys,” you grin as you hug Namjoon first. He places his palm on your back, rubbing in circles as you kiss his cheek before pulling away to hug Yoongi, Hoseok and Seokjin.

“Having fun?” Seokjin asks with a wink.

“Yeah,” you nod. “Just ran into some old friends.”

“Just friends?” Hoseok teases. Namjoon elbows him as you laugh and nod.

“Just friends,” you affirm. “I was actually hoping someone would ask me out.”

“How about a drink instead?” Seokjin asks as he waves the bartender over and orders a cocktail just like his.

“A drink is just as good,” you nod, thanking Seokjin as you move to the seat Hoseok has vacated.

“We’re gonna go say hi to a few of our friends that just walked in,” Seokjin states as he hands you the cocktail and pulls the two younger men with him.

“Subtle,” Namjoon utters under his breath as you take a sip of your drink.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing,” Namjoon clears his throat, ignoring the way his cheeks flush. “Doing anything fun later on?”

“I was hoping you’d ask me out, but I guess you’re not ready to,” you sigh, pouting as you look at him.

Namjoon’s eyes widen. “W-what?”

“Ask me put, Joon. There’s only so much I can do to make you jealous in hopes of you finally taking me on a date.”

“I wasn’t jealous,” he blurts but you laugh.

“You were. You get that certain look in your eyes and your jaw clenched and fuck, it’s hot,” you admit as you down your drink and set it on the bar.

“Come on,” you pull him out of his seat. “You’re taking me out right now.”

Namjoon nods, lacing his hand with yours as he leads you down the street to one of your favorite restaurants.

The night ends with you in his arms, and his lips on yours.

[tinykpopstories]

IM BACK! With a much delayed addition to The Great Omegateez AU. This time a brief look into Wooyoung and his mates.

It's no secret that Wooyoung has been counting down the days until the end of his contract. He loves his work, loves still getting to perform and be onstage even though his idol days are behind him. He loves working with BTS, who have long since made the shift from idolized seniors to very good friends, and though they and everyone else at the company are going to miss his infectious energy, they're equally excited for him to pursue a new dream. He's treated to a company dinner celebrating his leave, though the CEO makes sure to mention often that he hopes it will be a temporary one. Then the members of BTS insist on dragging him out for further celebratory drinks, toasting to past shenanigans and future parenthood for their favorite backup dancer, with plenty of brotherly ribbing about his two attractive mates and how they expect to see him fat with pup before the year's out. While the company dinner wrapped up at a respectable time, the drinks continue to a much more egregious hour and Wooyoung is good and plastered by the time he gets home, escorted by a marginally less-drunk Seokjin. Hongjoong is up pacing the hallway with a fussy Yonghwa when they arrive. He's pleased to see Wooyoung arriving safely thanks to Seokjin, giving as much of a bow to the senior omega as he can manage with the baby. The two drunk friends fumble with the door a bit but eventually Wooyoung is safely deposited into the arms of a very sleepy Yeosang and put to bed.

Wooyoung's first day of freedom doesn't go quite the way he had been wanting. Rather than a lazy morning in bed with both husbands, Wooyoung wakes up after noon, hungover, with both of his mates long out of bed and gone for the day. He drags himself across the main hall to Jongho's apartment for pity (supplied by Jongho's boyfriend, Yongsoo) and hangover soup (stolen from the stash Jongho always keeps prepared), and spends his day lazing around the pack apartments until he feels like a human being again, then spends his evening cooking so he can at least have one nice meal with his husbands that day.

Wooyoung does get a do-over thought, and his second day of freedom starts off with lazy morning sex, followed by steamy shower sex, a brief pause for a fancy brunch, then rowdy couch sex that quickly becomes sex on the floor, until they're all covered in hickeys, spit, sweat, and a fair amount of cum.

"I love you both so much, you know that?" Wooyoung pants, wiggling in his mates' hold to press more of his back against the sweet cold floor. San presses a kiss to his scarred scent gland with an amused hum.

"You're just saying that because we made you come a stupid amount of times." He teases, making his mates swat at him. "I'm glad you're back. We dont have to share you with anybody else anymore." Yeosang hums in agreement, fingers tangling with San's over Wooyoungs chest.

"Never feels right when you're away. Home feels empty when its just me and San."

Its true. San loves Yeosang, and Yeosang loves San, but whenever Wooyoung is away on tour or doing promotions theres a constant feeling of something being missing. Wooyoung takes his husbands' joined hands and moves them down to rest on his lower belly.

"If we're lucky, it will never be just the two of you again, even if I go back."

The three mates smile to themselves. Wooyoung had made a big show of gleefully trashing his suppressants and birth control that morning after their shower. Now all they have to do is wait for Wooyoung's heat.

Typically going off suppressants causes a reactive heat cycle, but Wooyoung's body seems stubbornly set to its normal rhythm, and a full month goes by before he starts feeling the signs of preheat. He kicks San and Yeosang out of the apartment for almost an entire day while he builds the greatest nest he's ever made in his life. He's even more meticulous than he was with his wedding nest, which is saying something. Once it's built he insists that Mingi and Hongjoong join him in the nest for most of his preheat. Hongjoong lightly teases him about it, as if cuddling with his pregnant and nursing packmates will increase his chances of conceiving, but the head omega snuggles in with his packmates all the same, They spend hours catching up with each other and Wooyoung gently, enviously, reverently strokes over Mingi's growing belly, finally starting to show at four months, for as long as the tallest allows. He questions the two about their pregnancy experiences and with every anecdote his excitement grows until he can barely contain it. By the time Wooyoung heat starts to build and kick off properly San and Yeosang return from their various errands with bags of takeout and various treats and supplies to make sure none of them have to leave until Wooyoung is bred to his hearts content.

For once in their lives, everything goes perfectly. Wooyoung's heat breaks early, even with it being his first one off suppressants in nearly a decade, which is a very good sign. Then Yeosang's sensitive nose starts picking up a slight shift in Wooyoung's scent. Then Wooyoung feels just different enough to justify taking a pregnancy test, which of course turns out positive. 10 months to the day after Seokjin had dropped him off drunk as shit to his mates, Wooyoung returns to his apartment with a mate at each side and a daughter in each arm, content.

[kpujing]

• 801 DAYS | BTS JIN AU •

AU where Jin has a girlfriend, and she has a breakdown after finding out he's going to mandatory military service... and still didn't ask her to marry him.

Portuguese version | English version

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Original Character

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Lovers [little bit of Enemies], a tiny sprinkle of angst ((cause I HATE sadness))

A/N: Just me writing fanfic about dating my UTT [and having a mental breakdown over him going to military service]. Chapters are really short cause 1. This was written for Twitter and 2. I didn't get to the point of building up a more intricate narrative over the original plot, although I had some ideas for it.

Originally posted on Twitter, but I'm from Brazil, and since the app is indefinitely banned in my home country I'm posting it here too...

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Healing a Broken Heart

Hoseok and Jimin are on an emergency operation to try helping Aurora win over her sadness, but nothing seems to do the trick. Thankfully, Seokjin knows exactly what to do to be forgiven by his girlfriend...

— Alright, who wants brigadeiro? — Hoseok asked, trying to lift the mood in Aurora's apartment living room.

He and Jimin were set on keeping her company and, ignoring her protests, they rang her doorbell soon after the argument in group chat had ended.

The situation couldn't have been more discouraging. The girl had her face extremely swollen and red - a clear evidence of how much she'd cried -, and her humor was grumpy to a point there wasn't even a small semblance to their usually lovable and energetic friend they'd always been so used to.

— You don't know how to make brigadeiro, Hoseok — Aurora retorted, all curled up under a blanket while sitting beside Jimin on her couch and pretending to be entertained with a random program playing on her television.

— Ow Sunshine! I really didn't need that kind of criticism right now — he whined with a pout, still Aurora didn't show any reaction to it.

Hoseok and Jimin exchanged a glance.

— Rora... — Jimin tried, rubbing her shoulder gently. -- You know we're here just to keep you company, right? There's no need for you to attack us like that.

— I know... Sorry, Hobi — the girl muttered, sniffling and hiding her face under the blanket to try to ignore her friend's worried gaze. — I'm really not in the mood for anything right now...

— It's worse than we imagined — whispered Jimin, moving away from the girl and closer to Hoseok with a nervous expression. -- I don't think we'll be able to solve this, hyung.

— She denied brigadeiro, Minie... She NEVER says no to brigadeiro — the Jung answered, trying to keep his voice low enough for the girl not to be able to hear it. — I don't know what to do!

— Don't worry, I do -- they heard a low and slightly hoarse voice, startled they turned around to find Seokjin standing right behind them, holding food boxes. While both friends were focused on the girl depressed on the couch, neither of them heard the sound of the apartment door opening or the not-so-subtle noise of the brief stumble that almost made all the boxes the Kim carried fall to the ground.

— Hyung! — the younger ones, still surprised by his presence, exclaimed. Split between celebrating Aurora's boyfriend's arrival and kicking him out of the apartment for hurting her.

— Aurora's not good, hyung. She's sad with you. I don't know if you being here is a good idea right now — Jimin soon took the lead, voicing the feelings he'd noticed on his friend while following the Kim to the kitchen.

— I know, Jiminie — he muttered after a deep, heavy sigh, having put the packages he'd bought over the table. -- But I don't think keeping a distance right now will be good for both of us or our relationship.

— You're right — Hoseok barged into the conversation before Jimin could bring up his point of view once again, knowing well how he's friend, empathic as he was, had already taken their friend's pain to himself and now voiced them as if they were his own. — We're gonna leave you two to talk and solve this out. But please, hyung, be careful about what you're gonna say to her.

And so, Hoseok and Jimin - the latter, still a bit reluctant - left the apartment, giving Seokjin some privacy to solve his relationship problem.

Still, Seokjin had his doubts about how effective his plan would be, given that, knowing Aurora as he did, it was obvious that his decision to hide the information about his military service had hurt his girlfriend.

He walked out of the kitchen and closer to the couch as silently as possible, feeling his heart tighten from knowing the small rumble of blankets over the furniture was his girlfriend. There were very few times Aurora had felt sad or hurt to the point of letting that influence her humor, and from those few ones it had indeed happened, Seokjin felt his heart tightening knowing the only thing he’d be able to do for his love was tightly embracing her in his arms to try and protect her from a feeling he had no power over. But now things were different.

Aurora was crying because of him.

Carefully, Seokjin knelt in front of the rumble the blankets formed and lifted them slowly, revealing her swollen and flushed red face from crying. He smiled, incapable of stopping himself from admiring how beautiful and adorable was the girl who held his heart, but his smile also had this hint of melancholy that he couldn’t get rid of before being able to explain and show her how much he regretted being the cause of her tears.

His hand, soft and trembling as if he was afraid the girl would vanish in thin air, made its way to a lock of her hair that rested over her forehead, moving it away from her face. Knowing well, that would be enough to pull her out of her sleep - although he suspected she wasn’t even actually sleeping. He felt his heart racing against his chest once her eyelids lazily lifted, giving space for her dark brown iris to focus on him with that warmth he was so familiar with, although also carrying this cold glare that made his throat dry out.

— I hope you’re the Seokjin of my dream, cause if you’re the real Seokjin, you better get out of my house right now… Before I go grab a broom to kick out of here myself — Seokjin couldn’t hold back his smile as he heard those rough and threatening words that rang in his ears in a rather adorable way.

Once more, he realized how lost and fated he was towards spending all the time Aurora would let him love her, or he’d be forced to resign to an eternity craving for her heart.

— If you really wanted to kick me out, you’d have done it the moment I opened the door… And I thought I was already the Seokjin of your dream — he teased, laughing as he watched the girl roll her eyes around with a scoff, not truly seeming to be that bothered.

— You are… Just not when you hide things you know are important to me and that obviously affects both of us.

— I didn’t hide anything from you, my love!

— But you didn’t tell me either!

— I didn’t get to!

— Why not? We tell each other everything! Did I give you any reason not to trust me?

— That’s not the point!

— Did I stop you from telling me?

— No!

— Then why-

— I got scared, ok?! I got scared that you’d give up on me!

They halted, staring at each other with eyes watering up. The silence seemed to form a lump in their throats, and Seokjin thought for a moment he had said too much.

— I love you.

It was so simple and at the same time, it seemed like the whole world had faded away. Seokjin always loved how Aurora was so soothing by always knowing the right time to say just the right things. Sometimes he thought this was one of the greater reasons he had fallen in love with her.

— And sometimes swear I wish I didn’t love you this much — she whined, making him smile when she unconsciously pouted.

— And sometimes swear I get surprised from not knowing I can't still love you even more than I already do — he answered, feeling pulled into the warmth in her eyes.

— I don’t know why you felt the need to be scared, but at least I hope you get once and for all that there’s not even the slight possibility I’ll give up on you. Not even if you give up on me. You wanted to date me, now it’s for the rest of our lives, Seokjin — Aurora pointed her finger against his chest, they were so close he was sure she could hear the quick thumping of his heart.

He felt the need to kiss her, but still needed to be sure he’d been forgiven first.

— Please forgive me.

— I do forgive you — Aurora muttered, her eyelashes slowly brushing over her skin before her eyes stared back into his. Seokjin gulped, knowing her next words would seal out his destiny for the rest of the night. — But you better cook for me every day until you have to go, got it?

And so he smiled, a sided grin that brought with it a thousand promises from a man completely surrendered to love.

— Your wish is my command, my lady.

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[dearlyanqels]

The Boyfriend Series — Red Velvet

nearly four years, that's how long you two have been dating. he was the one to ask for the moment of a lifetime.

Seokjin

Dinner, Check.

Favorite Show, Check.

Favorite Snacks, Check.

Matching PJs, in the dryer but check.

he look please with the little mess of the living room you two created before his mental checklist happen. tonight was the night, the night that was going to past down to your grandkids, he was for sure topping this one on the cake of magical nights for sure. "my love, where have you--" he walk into the shared room and saw you on the phone screaming at someone on the other line.

your mother, whom hated seokjin, not because she hated men, it was because he 'dragged' you up to Seoul. "look I told you many times, this is our life." you said, he could partially feel the heat coming from your shoulders.

to be really honest, it was not his fault. you were twenty five at the time, and your mother loved to baby you so he can see where she is coming from; however you did this action on your own. two years later, she still got very angry at him, he hated your mother. "mom, seokjin is in-- obviously we live togther, no goodbye" you threw your phone and laid flat on the shared bed. he slowly got on top of you and kiss your nose. "honeybee, why get stress over her? this is our night, here get dress, movie is about to come on, and the food delivery is here. I'll get your pajamas" he kiss your nose once again before lifting off.

"when did you get so romantic, you use to hate these types of things" you said finally getting into the warm, and comfortable attire. "since we started to date, living room now" he demanded, you smiled and walk away. when you were out of his sight, he grab the small red box, the beautiful size, purple (ish) diamond was sat in it.

he huffed and was ready to do this.

about an hour into the show, the food was chowed down, the snacks were half gone, and the drinks were on the second round. he pause the show and grab your face. "babe, we been togther for nearly four-- going on five and I think this is amazing time" you sat up straight and look him dead in the eye.

every emotion ever set with you, you even let the overthinking get to you. "I know this is not how you imagine our night to be, but I hope it will be the night you'll always remember" he said, your heart was racing faster than your thoughts. "I know you you been planning our lives since we got to get and it's time to set that into motion, fuck why am I more nervous" you saw his shaking fingers land over his pajama pocket.

the small box made everything stop, your mouth was dry, your anxiety was at its peak at this point. ever since you were a child you've always dreamt of this moment, the one knee, the box, the question. "---- will please let me have the honor to marry you?" you felt your tears rush, but you couldn't move or even talk.

a minute passed, and seokjin begin to worry. "honey? a-are you going to say something?" you blink a few times to get brought back into reality. "I'm not dreaming?" you ask him. once you saw that beautiful, radiant smile on his face you knew this was not a dream. "holy shit" you said huffing out "oh my, yes seokjin I will marry you" you jump into his arms, causing a collision onto the floor.

he kiss your lips and then repeatedly kiss your face with the most joy and happiness feeling ever. "wait-- let me slip the ring on" he said, you felt the ring go perfectly on your left finger. "how-" before you could ask seokjin started to talk "remember when jimin and you took a little time, I ask him to make sure I knew your ring size" he smirk and check your smile.

"you sly son of a bitch" you said kissing him once more until your phone went off.

[soggykookiesandcream]

𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒴𝑜𝓊 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒳𝒳𝒳𝒱𝐼

Yoongi's POV

"See," I bang the table, "He already knows where she is. Why don't you understand? A normal human being cannot find a person in the middle of a desert just like that."

"But-" Seokjin gets interrupted by Namjoon.

"He has a point," Namjoon says, "We set a whole search and rescue. We couldn't find her. He did in a few minutes... That's not humanly possible considering the fact that there are no phones to trace, no signals, nothing."

"At least Yuna is fine..." Seokjin says in relief.

"Is she really?" Hoseok asks, "Seokjin, he murders people. He murdered everyone who hurt Yuna or dared to get close to her."

"He murdered Jean," I inform them, "He murdered Jean because she tried to flirt with him and called Yuna degrading names. He killed her for that."

"How do you know?" Namjoon asks.

"Listen," I explain, "The moment I spill all the information about the videos to him, every single person related to it was killed. How is that possible? And, that too in a short period."

"I saw him beat up Yoongi like he weighed nothing!" Hoseok says.

"He killed my girlfriend! I have video proof of him dragging her away!" I yell, "He fed her to wolves," I sit down trying to hold back my tears, "He killed her mercilessly just because she bullied Yuna at college."

"I'm sorry," Namjoon holds my shoulder.

"I don't want to lose another person," I hug Namjoon, "I don't want to lose my sister."

"Sister?" Namjoon and Seokjins asks.

Taehyung's POV

"What the fvck?" She looks around.

"Dea-"

"Are y-you seeing this too?" She asks, "What- We were there- What?"

"Calm down," I hold onto her shoulder.

"What happened?" She panics, "W-What I don't understand-"

"It's okay," I rub her arms up and down, "It's okay. It's okay to be confused."

"B-But where are we- We were not here. Am I okay?" Her eyes tear up, "I'm seeing things, Taehyung."

"You're not seeing things," I assure her.

"I-"

"Just listen to me, okay?" I shake her slightly.

"O-Okay," she nods and I smile pulling her into my embrace.

"That's it," I caress her hair, "Calm down. Good girl."

"What's going on?" She asks softly still shivering.

"I'll explain, okay?" I nuzzle my nose into her hair, "But I need you to be calm."

"Okay," she says clutching onto me and closes her eyes.

"Yes, calm down," I say as I lift her and lay her down on the bed, "You're doing a good job, baby. I love you so much."

"Will you tell me?" She whispers, "I'm scared."

"No, don't be scared," I smile, "I'll tell you once you're calm. Okay?"

"I'm calm," she replies.

"Okay," I smile and sit beside her, "I want you to listen and understand, okay? If you have questions, you can ask me."

She nods.

"I," I take a deep breath, "I have supernatural powers."

"What?" She asks.

"Please, hear me out," I beg, "I'm not human... Well, partly."

She looks at me with shaking eyes. 

"I will never hurt you," I cup her hands, "Trust me. I love you. I wanted to tell you but I didn't know and now seems like a good time to let you in. Are you afraid of me?"

"No, I'm not afraid of you," she replies.

I smile, "Good. You don't have to be. I will never hurt you," I kiss her knuckles, "Are you ready? Do you want to know more?"

"Yes," she replies.

"I have several powers," I start, "I can teleport, telekinesis, and a lot more."

"How?" She asks.

"You see," I move closer to her, "Long back, there was this Korean king. His kingdom was under attack and there were threats that his son would be murdered. So, he travelled with his son to Egypt and handed the baby to the Egyptian king. One of the palace maids adopted the baby and raised the baby," my eyes well up with tears at the thought of my mother, "When the boy lived with her, he met this young girl," I chuckle, "Want to know who she was?"

"Who?" She asks.

"You," I reply.

"What?" 

Hoseok's POV

"He stole Yuna from her family," Yoongi explains, "From me... I was only five with a dream of protecting my sister from the evil like my dad said," he chuckles, "But I was a useless brother."

I was in tears listening to Yoongi, "You were only five, Yoongi," I say through my tears.

"I can't believe dad and mom passed away without knowing they had a second child," he sniffs, tears rolling down his cheek, "I wish they were alive."

"This is so fvcked up," Namjoon says.

"I know," Yoongi shakily sighs, "I just want my sister back safe."

"I can't believe I thought Taehyung was the nice guy," Seokjin scoffs.

"Is there any way we can get Yuna out of this mess?" Namjoon asks.

"He's too powerful," Yoongi shakes his head.

"Powerful as in?" Seokjin asks.

"He can teleport, he has telekinesis, he can manipulate people and I don't even know," Yoongi sighs, "I even heard him say that he would wipe out the entire world if Yuna wanted."

"Why is he so overly obsessed with Yuna?" Namjoon asks.

"Apparently she was brutally killed in her past life," I reply, "And he loved her too much to move on."

"Wow..." Namjoon sighs burying his head in his hands, "I just want Yuna to get out of this mess."

"There is no way we can get her out of Taehyung's grasps," Yoongi says, "But he listens to her. If she somehow realizes all of this, she can do it herself. Taehyung will listen to everything she says.'

"Then let's do that!" Seokjin says, "He will bring her back here, right? We can just convince her and prove it to her."

"That sounds too easy..." Yoongi murmurs.

"We can give it a shot," I sigh.

Taehyung's POV

I smile seeing her confused expression, "Do you know who that boy was?"

"You?" She asks.

"Smart," I grin, "We fell in love, Yuna. All those years ago, we fell in love. When my mother passed away, the king adopted me. I was royalty and you were a peasant..."

"We were forbidden?" She asks.

"Yes," I smile as my tears roll down, "The king couldn't stand us being lovers. He introduced me to many royal women but none of them matched your beauty and warmth. You were irreplaceable."

"And then what happened?" She asks softly.

"The king," I smile bitterly, "Forbade me from seeing you but I got you pregnant so that they would have no other option but to accept you."

"A-And?" 

"We were so happy, my dear," my voice breaks, "We were so happy. We dreamt of raising our kids together, their names, we guessed their gender," I cry out, "W-We discussed how when they made mistakes, we would correct them with love. We wrote songs together to sing to them at night. We even dreamt of setting sail across the world on a small ship," my lips quiver, "How we would drown in our own love holding each other if our ship were ever to sink," I let out a shaky chuckle.

Tears roll down her face.

"We were so in love," I smile,

"He took you away from me."

"He took the only thing I loved away from me."

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A/N- Let yo thoughts (tears if any) roll in here

[back2bluesidex]

I Fell First 03 - JHS (M) [MC's POV]

Summary: You have been with Him since the beginning. To you he was the only person that existed in the world, in your world. But to him, you are another pair of hands that clapped after each of his performances. Will it change when you secure a job in his dancing academy?

Pairing: Celebrity Choreographer!Hoseok X Reader, Fuckboy!Seokjin X Reader (ft. Jungkook)

Theme: Angst, one sided pining, lowkey smut, Jealousy overflowed

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of cheating, alcohol consumption, party setting, a good amount of flirting, a very jealous Hoseok

Word count: 3,754

a/n: Things go down.... in a bad way...

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Loving Hoseok was hard but ignoring him was harder. Since he got together with Somi, I decided to stay away from him. My feelings for him were evident just by the way I looked at him and I didn't want Somi to think I'm some slut wanting to take away her boyfriend. I was zoning out thinking about all these when Jungkook nudged me.

"Earth to Y/N! Still daydreaming about Jung Hoseok?" He asked.

"You know everything Kook." I sighed, "I feel so tired. I wanna move on but I just can't. He is everything I can think of."

"It's only normal Y/N. You have been loving him for a long time. And now you have even been working with him, watching him from close enough. More specifically, watching him with someone else. I know it must be hard. But you have to be strong and take a step away from him. You need to live your life too. You need to fall in love, be loved. You just can't be stuck at a phrase that will take you nowhere. Understood?" My best friend said, placing his hand on my shoulder, I gave him a tight lipped smile.

"Yeah captain understood!" I giggled at him.

Jungkook has always been here for me. He was the one to sooth me when I was embarrassed because of his rejection. He told me I would get someone better than him. He was there for me when my family almost kicked me out of the house because I chose event management and not engineering as my career option. He was there for me when I had my first heartbreak because of my first and last boyfriend. And most importantly he had seen me and my ever-growing love for Hoseok from the very start till now. Just like him, I was there for him too. I was there for him when he had an accident and his parents were away on vacation. I was there for him when he rejoiced at getting the art scholarship. I was there for him when his slut girlfriend cheated on him. I was there for him as much as he was there for me. We never left each other since we found comfort in each other. We promised, if we couldn't find anyone to love till we were 35, we would give each other a chance. I know that's ridiculous but who cares. He was my last straw and so I was for him.

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"So… are you and Jungkook a thing now?" A voice startled me and I almost spilled the coffee that I was making.

"Oh, Hoseok! You surprised me!" I said. "And what? No! Me and him aren't a thing. Yet."

"Really? You guys behaved like a couple yesterday. I mean who else holds their best friends that tight?" Hoseok said with a hint of doubt in his voice.

"Everyone, I guess? I have known him since forever so hugging him isn't a big deal obviously. I mean we even cuddle at times. So no. We didn't look like a couple." I replied being a bit irritated.

"Oh.. okay." He said with a sigh. "By the way, are you guys done with the invitation process for the party?" He clearly wanted to change the topic.

"Yeah. We're done. Everything is prepared. Hope everything works out well and the shareholders shower their money on you." I chuckled.

"Yeah. Hope so." He replied with a lingering gaze on my face. I could see him staring at me for a bit too long from my peripheral vision. A bit too longer than he should.

About the party, it was an official announcement for the upcoming festival that was about to be headlined by the academy. Hoseok was announced to be the main performer. It was a big chance for the academy. The festival needed to be successful and gain the attention of the shareholder so that Hoseok could launch his own entertainment agency as the next part of the plan. So all of us worked really hard to get on the stakeholders' good side before the festival.

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It was Friday already and I was going out of my mind. Nothing in my wardrobe was enough for the party. When I went shopping, nothing caught my eyes. The dresses were either too expensive or too explicit. Nothing suited my style and it made me hyper anxious. Soon the doorbell of my apartment rang. It was a guy from a delivery service. He handed me a package and left. There was a note attached to it.

"I know, you must haven't chosen your dress yet so here it is. Something just as you prefer.

From: Jungkook"

Oh my god! What would I do without this guy!! I called him and he picked up instantly.

"Got the package?" He asked.

"Yes!! Thanks a lot Kook! What would I do without you?" I said in a dramatic tone.

"Yeah yeah I know! Do you like it?" He enquired.

"I have not opened it yet. But I know whatever you choose will be just my type" I replied.

"But still open it up and see for once and if you don't like it tell me, we'll go. Now try the dress and send me snaps. Bye, ``he said.

I almost cried. I thanked heaven for making me confess to him, if I didn't, we wouldn't end up like this. I cut the phone and opened up the package. It was a white dress that would end just above my knees. The waist area was perfectly tight, that made my breast spill up a bit from the low cut square neck. The JH tattoo stayed in all its glory but it didn't make me happy unlike other times. It gave a perfect view of my cleavage. Jungkook really knew me better than most of the people, he really chose white, my favorite color and also the color that looked the best on me.

I tried the dress and sent Jungkook a photo of mine. He replied very lewdly, saying that Hoseok would get hard instantly.

On Saturday I dressed up nicely for the party. The dress perfectly matched my white heels, simple makeup and simple jewelry. A small heart shaped locket dangled from my throat. I felt so damn confident and thanked my lucky stars again for sending Jungkook my way.

I set out for the party in Ms. Kang's car, since she promised to pick me and Jihyun up. Three of us were single after all.

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The party was arranged at a club. As it wasn't a boring corporate party, Hoseok decided to throw the party in a very bold manner. All of us were dressed however we wanted, there was no dress code or anything else. Everyone was chilling, flirting, drinking, dancing, and enjoying their time. The guests started to enter one by one. All of them were cladded in dresses that cost more than my annual expenses. I looked at all of them with my wide eyes, it was my first time at a glam party.

My eyes wandered all over the place until Hoseok arrived. What could I even say about him? He was the perfect instance of perfection.

He looked like a king, a king to own all the damn hearts. His white fitted shirt with baggy trousers paired up and tied together with an oversized white blazer served the purpose just right. His style screamed Jung Hoseok at all of our faces and we looked at him in awe. Those soft black curls fell on his beautiful angel-like face. The red tinted, white rimmed glasses covered his beautiful dreamy eyes and I knew once he removed those I would be done for the night. I might end up crying in a bathroom stall realizing he couldn't be mine all over again.

His magnificent lips and that heart shaped smile shot daggers in my heart. I would do anything to have a taste of those lips but then again he wasn't mine to have. I was nothing but his friend that he loved to talk to. I looked at my feet and blinked my tears away. I felt a touch on my shoulder, it was Ms. Kang. She gave me a knowing smile, I smiled back. When I looked forward I saw Hoseok coming towards us, looking directly at me.

"Hey" Hoseok greeted us. I waved back at him, giving him a small smile.

"Ms. Kang! You're slaying! My god! No one can say you're 45! Be aware you might even be kidnapped!" Hoseok joked and both of me and Ms. Kang laughed.

"Y/N" he turned back to me.

"Hm?" I looked at him wishing he would say I looked good. Even if I wasn't, I wanted him to lie. That would be enough for me. I would try to be satisfied with it for the rest of the night when I would see him being all over his girlfriend.

His eyes flickered down to my tattoo and he opened his mouth, "You…." And before he could say anything a sweet voice cut him.

"Babe! You're here? I was looking for you." Somi said. Oh! Ms. Kang and Y/N, you two look nice." Somi said smiling, " By the way Y/N, the dress is so beautiful!! It's looking just perfect on you. What brand is this?" She asked, being completely enchanted with my white dress.

"Ah! I don't really know. I don't really have ideas about brands and stuff. This is a gift anyway. My best friend gave me this, since he knew I could find anything for the party." I smiled at her.

"Jungkook?" Hoseok asked somewhat sternly.

"Yeah, he knows exactly what I like." I said recalling the face of my handsome bff, that brought a smile on my face unknowingly. Once my trance broke I looked at Hoseok and saw his dark eyes digging holes in me. My smile faded at his confusing reaction.

"Suits you." He said very coldly, "let's go baby" and with that he pulled Somi with him. I felt my tears pricking my eyes as they would fall at any given moment. Without wasting any more time, I walked away to the bar. I needed a drink. I needed to drink my feelings away.

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I was wrong when I thought drinks would help me, because they only made it worse. Everyone was having fun but me. I was sitting on the bar stool with a glass of sparkling wine. I was swirling the glass while watching the love birds. The wine in the glass reflected my feeling, on the edge at a moment almost overflowing.. and then on the next moment it was saved from spilling. I had some brief eye contacts with Hoseok occasionally. His eyes mocked me every time because every time I looked at him, he averted his eyes to Somi. Reminding me that he may just look at me but his eyes would always find the love of his life. I was a mere obstacle on his line of sight, something that would vanish someday. Maybe someday soon. I smiled sadly and looked at my glass again.

I was lost in my mind somewhere, being my usual introverted self. Jihyun and others tried to pull me to the dance floor once or twice but I refused. The dance floor was already illuminated with the blinding aura of the couples of the night. The spotlight was on them, just as it should be. I just looked at them, there wasn't anything I could do anyway.

I was watching Hoseok move so smoothly. He placed his hands on either side of Somi. Her tight exposive dress increased her overall beauty even more. I saw Hoseok placing his head on her shoulder and I wished it was me. But then Hoseok abruptly moved his head, his hands and himself completely with a big happy grin on his face. He ran towards the entrance like a happy puppy to a certain someone. And then my eyes landed on him, the president of heartbreaker institute, Mr. Kim Seokjin.

I knew Seokjin since he has been the constant one in Hoseok's life. He was a big brother to Hobi and his sole supporter in every of his ventures. He came from a chaebol family and obviously he was one of Hoseok's stakeholders, one of the major ones. Seokjin was indeed handsome. It would not be enough if I say he was just handsome. He was magnificent. The Greek gods sculptured him by themselves. And the aura that he carried, offf, it was enough to make people fall hard for him just with one glance regardless of their genders. His outfit was simple, no extravaganza at all. A simple black informal suit with a white button up shirt and yet he stole the spotlight as soon as he stepped inside the club.

Thanks to Instagram, I knew quite a bit about Seokjin's reputation. He was a potential casanova. I heard that he never slept with a woman twice. No wonder about that though, he had so many choices that he didn't have to sleep with one woman twice. He would always get someone hot and happening each night with just a snap of his fingers.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that Jihyun was almost pulling me somewhere.

"Yah! Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"Hoseok hyung called you, he will introduce you to Jin hyung. You're new and Jin doesn't know you yet." Jinhyun replied.

"Oh." I said with a small voice.

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"Hyung, meet Y/N, the new member of our event team" Hoseok said with a smile, looking at me with intense eyes and this time his eyes weren't mocking me.

"Hello, Mr. Kim" I bowed to Jin.

"You know me?" Seokjin asked.

"Yeah. Easy for a fangirl. Isn't it?" I replied.

"Hoseok, you never told me you had such a beautiful fangirl in your team all these times?" Jin flirted without averting his eyes from mine. I chuckled at him but I didn't miss the way Hoseok's smile vanished and eyes darkened.

"So you all have fun, I have something to discuss with hyung." Hoseok said before walking away with Jin. I retreated to the corner I came from.

"Do you know it's a crime when a beautiful girl like you drinks alone?" A voice interrupted my process of replying to Jungkook's texts. It was Jin and I obviously didn't expect him. As much as his aura blinded me, I didn't want him to think that I could be his little thrill for the night.

"I don't do random hookups. I am not that modern yet. Rather old school is what you can call me. So, no matter how many times you call me beautiful, I am not gonna end up in your bed. Don't waste your time on me please." I smiled at him politely even if my words were anything but polite.

"Woah! That was straight forward." He said sitting beside me and ordering a drink, which I never heard of before. " Thanks for the confirmation."

"You're welcome." I replied with a small voice.

"I admit, I had ulterior motives but that wasn't the sole reason behind calling you beautiful twice. I called you beautiful because you really are." He said with his honey-dripping voice and I found a hint of genuineness in his eyes.

"Thanks." I said, accepting his compliment.

"You know, you are very handsome as well. The blinding kind of handsome. Now I know why girls sacrifice themselves for you." I complimented him and he chuckled at my words.

"Well that's true but then again not every girl has a bold persona to reject me on my face." He cocked an eyebrow at me.

I chuckled, "maybe not everyone is not crazily in love with someone they can't have, like I am?"

"Babe, I have even slept with my friends' wives, who dated them since highschool. So, being in love doesn't matter. It all depends on what you want. You don't want it and I respect that. Rather it makes you more interesting." He said scanning me from up to down.

"First beautiful, now interesting? What more do you have to say about me?" I asked him.

"A lot of things Y/N. But it will all come out very lewd and you won't like it." He said rubbing his lower lip with his index finger.

"I said I wasn't up for a hookup. But that doesn't mean I don't want to hear some sexy comments from a handsome man." It wasn't me but the alcohol in my system spoke.

"Oh really? Then may I say how beautiful your body looks in the dress? Perfectly tight in the perfect places." He said, running his eyes down my chest totally ignoring the tattoo of his friends' name.

"Mmhmm, and?"

"And your skin looks so smooth, my hands would glide against it just perfectly." He uttered.

"And?" I said again

"And I don't wanna say anything anymore, I am getting hard." He said giggling.

"Only two additional comments? Ah! You ruined the mood, Mr. Kim" I whined.

"Jin for you Y/N" he looked into my eyes, "why don't you set the mood then?" He proposed.

"Should I?" I asked. "Then should I say how much I would love to sit on your lap? That too, facing you? How much I would love to grasp those soft strands of your hair? How much I would love it if you ran down those plush lips all the way down my collarbone?" I said in the sultriest way possible. Only if I was sober would I gag at my own words.

"And you will still say you aren't interested in sleeping with me?" He said with a teasing smile.

"Yeah, I will still say that. Because I know I am saying all these because I am drunk." I defend myself.

"Don't blame it on the drink, beautiful. Don't you know what they say? Drunk self, sober heart." He replied.

"Probably. But still. I may wanna have you all over me but I don't want it to be for just one night. I desperately wanna move on, Jin. And I need a man for that, not a one night stand." I cleared it out.

"Okay, I understand. You are heartbroken. If you want some distraction. I can be the perfect one. Don't get me wrong, I am not asking you to sleep with me. But maybe let's just dance?" He proposed.

"Yeah. Let's do that." With that he took my hand and we headed towards the dance floor.

Under the influence was playing and that got me in the mood. I started to sway my hips moving with the melody rhythmically.

"Woah! You got some moves girl!" Jin said.

"That's my favorite song." I screamed due to the loud music.

Soon Jin pulled me towards him with my arm. He placed his hands on either side of me and guided me to match my moves with him. With every passing second I found myself getting closer and closer to him. I wrapped my hands around his neck and danced with him, while his hands reached down my ass. From my peripheral vision I saw Hoseok watching us. He was sitting at the bar with Somi, while she was talking to her friends. I couldn't really measure his expression but he appeared to be upset, maybe. But soon his head was turned by his girlfriend who placed her lips on his and I immediately looked away. Looked at Jin.

"Do you probably wanna kiss me?" I asked him.

He appeared to be shocked at first but then it was replaced with a smug smirk.

"Trust me sweetheart, I have been wanting it since I first laid my eyes on you." He answered, "would you like it if I lead the way?"

"I will love it." I replied and let him pull me wherever he wanted. I wasn't thinking straight.

Soon we were at an empty place, which seemed to be a hallway. He didn't waste a second and attached his lips with mine. He cradled my cheek with one of his hands while another one was placed on my waist holding me tight. The kiss started off as gentle but it went rougher as time passed. He devoured my lips so passionately. I won't lie, being kissed after a long time by such an attractive man felt better than I thought it would. He sucked my lower lip hard while I sucked his upper one. Soon he asked for entrance and I gave him so against my best judgment.

Before I could even understand, his hands were traveling down my ass for one more time. But this time the grip was firmer. His palms grabbed my ass and pushed me at the nearest wall. His lips left my mouth and attacked my neck. He started trailing his tongue all the way from my cheekbone to my collarbone. He stopped for a while and looked at me, "why don't you think it over for another time Y/N. It can be one of the best nights you've ever had." He said. I nodded and he resumed his actions. He started sucking a spot located on the crook of my neck and I moaned out quite loud. One of his hands held two of mine and pinned them above my head. His other hand gropped one of my tits and started massaging them just the way I liked. I was a moaning mess under his touch. He pressed himself more on me as I felt his erection poking on my abdomen. Soon I felt something hard on my heated core. That was his knee. He skillfully parted my clenched legs and pressed his knee just where I was dripping wet. The needed friction sent a wave of pleasure through me and as a result I moaned out his name. For a moment he really made me forget about the person I pined so hard for. But heaven had different plans.

"Hyung, leave her right now." A voice low and demanding interrupted our little adventure. Turning our heads to the side we saw Hoseok staring at both of us with a furious expression. Seokjin left my hands and tried to say something but Hobi immediately grabbed me and started dragging me with him. But before he could drag me any further Seokjin grabbed me from the other side.

"That's so disrespectful of you Hoba, hyung isn't done with her yet." Seokjin said with a challenging gaze.

Next chapter

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[minniepetals]

"not to alarm you but, uh... i'm kind of bleeding..." + superhero/supervillain!au, please <3

"Hey little heroes, do you think you could let us off easily today?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Taehyung looks back at you with an expression of disbelief the moment you utter those words.

You give him an apprehensive smile, chuckling awkwardly as you lower your voice. "Not to alarm you but, uh...I'm kind of bleeding. So if we can hurry this up—"

"What?!" Jimin's quick to run to your side, his focus entirely on you as if the four of you aren't in the middle of a battle right now.

"Well, I—" Your knees buckle underneath you, teeth biting onto your lower lip as you hold onto your abdomen. It isn't right to show weakness in front of the heroes, they'll take advantage of that, but you can't seem to hold on any longer.

"Y/N." Jungkook jumps from where he was, concern filling his gaze as the three of them surround you, completely forgetting about the heroes behind them.

"It's fine, I can take it, I just—" You grunt at the pain and Taehyung's quick to reach his arms out before you can collapse to the ground.

"Did I do that?" Someone asks and you all look up to find Seokjin watching with furrowed brows.

"Well yeah, you beast, your blades are freaking sharp as hell," you say, wincing under your breath as you lean your weight against Taehyung. You look up at Jimin. "I might die."

"Don't be a pussy." His words may be harsh but the concern in his gaze tells you otherwise. Then, with a curse leaving his lips, he goes to support you on the other side. "We're leaving."

"What? Hey, don't let me be the one to—Ah, wait! Don't move too fast!"

"Set her down." They look up again to find another hero speaking, this time Namjoon. "If you move her too abruptly, it'll only make things harder on her."

"Is that your way of telling us to leave her behind?" Jungkook asks, his eyes hardening as he steps up before you, a hand held out as a way to shield you from their gazes.

Namjoon only lets out a sigh before looking over at Yoongi who then makes his move after the leader's command.

"Take this," he say, holding out some sort of capsule. Your three boys stare at it, their gazes narrowed with suspicion. "It'll help with the pain."

"How do we know it isn't poison?"

"Unlike you villains, we superheroes are actually known for being upright and honest."

"Doesn't mean you won't take this time to finally take us down."

"Fighting with an opponent who can't even wield a weapon is no fun."

"Hey! I can still fight you, bastard!" You shout at Hoseok who in turn snickers.

"Right. With that state you're in. Seokjin got you good."

"How dare you."

"Y/N, if you keep moving, I'm going to kill you myself."

You shut up from Jimin's threat, a pout resting on your face. You know he doesn't mean it but Jimin's your boss so you can't go against whatever he says either way.

Suddenly Hoseok drops his armor and weapons, catching your attentions. He holds his hands out in the air, showcasing himself of no threat, before slowly making his approach towards you.

"What are you doing?" Jungkook asks, stepping forward to block him.

"She needs treatment," Yoongi states.

"Now," finishes Hoseok.

"We can take care of ourselves."

"I highly doubt that," Seokjin says as he too, steps forward, a commanding aura surrounding him. "Set her down against the tree if you don't want her to bleed out."

A moment of hesitation, but once they hear more painful noises coming from you, Jimin and Taehyung set you down against the tree carefully.

Hoseok takes the capsule from Yoongi before approaching you as your three comrades stand by, watching with sharp and alerting gazes.

The hero kneels before you, and although your vision now falls a bit blurry, you can still see the outline of him reaching out to press a pill to your lips.

You swallow it through the pain, being as your boys aren't doing anything to stop him so it must mean that they have some sort of trust in these superheroes, and when you feel hands against your skin, you wince slightly but allow him to tend to you either way.

"Look at that," you hear Hoseok say as he examines your injury. "Be a good girl and hold still now."

Before long, you have a bandage wrapped around your waist, conscious slipping in and out against the tree. You feel a hand against your face, holding you gently. It's different from Jimin, Taehyung, or Jungkook, so it has to be Hoseok's.

But why is he holding onto you so carefully as if he was afraid holding you any tighter would break you?

His hand is so warm.

You find yourself leaning against the warmth, nuzzling close, when Taehyung's voice is heard from a distance.

"The hell are you doing with her?"

"She needs to rest now." His hand releases from you to your displeasure, so you instinctively seek it out, yearning for more of his warmth, and hear him chuckle in return. You feel that familiar touch rest against your head, giving you a gentle tousle before he pushes you gently towards someone else, a touch you're much too familiar with.

Jungkook is warm too.

"Well then, villains, guess we'll be seeing you another time now. Hope the little one's better by then."

[whysojiminimnida]

THE GAYEST GAY I SAW THE OTHER DAY Or: 2020 Grammys VLive PART TWO

Where was I? Oh yeah. ORIGINAL CONTENT FOR TRUTH AND CONTEXT HERE:

And we'll pick it up around 9:35.

He's about to go in, kids. It's at about 9:40 in the original VLive which is in part one of this post. AND THERE HE GOES. Jeon Jungkook, main singer of BTS and worldwide pop idol, without a Jimin to settle him:

Jimin does not even blink. Hobi is unbothered, living as he did for YEARS with a Koo in Jimin's bed. At one point, somewhere earlier in there, Koo also went in on Joonie's hair and Jimin just glanced fondly in his general direction like "dammit these things are hard on my baby". Jimin handles "these things" (publicity, sitting still in general) much more easily than his man and he's quite accepting of that. Also he SAW USHER SO.

Fair's fair. Jimin gets to eyeball his crush, Koo gets to fix Namjoon's hair.

BUT OH WAIT it's time for... champagne!

Teleport Jeon to the rescue of the camera and his own sanity.

I think we can all agree that Jimin is absolutely worth staring at, but see the set of Kookie's jaw? Our mans is not happy because Jimin-ssi realized that he was Out Of Order (as per Bangwatch Behavior At The Grammys Protocol For Married Couples) and moves to the opposite side. It caused enough distress for Jungkook's tongue to try to make an escape via his cheek. I actually felt bad for both of them by this time, because while Jiminie handles placement issues better, kinda, he would always much rather be near his man. Especially when said man is looking FINE LIKE THAT and also suffers from either anxiety or boss-level ADHD. Jimin is Jungkook's center. Which: that said I have always wondered why Jimin is the moon and Jungkook is the sun when the opposite is actually true. Hasn't made sense to me for several years now. ANYWAY.

Look at them. All of them look amazing but I'm just busy noticing the champagne glasses. And also that, damn my image limit, Jimin went through two glasses in rapid succession and might have gone for a third. Because he too is tired and stressed and elated and he knows what's coming up next. STAMP COLLECTING IS GONNA HAPPEN. Philately and stress release. Both of those things.

Well fuck an executive order, Jungkook still has control of the camera and two three glasses of champagne ingested rapidly are at play and there is no frame that does not need the Jeon-Parks in it. Especially when there's a camera lens through which they can stare at each other. They think they're slick. They ain't slick. Fruity as hell but not slick in the least. Keep your A/B/O fanfiction to yourself (Jimin would be alpha in any event).

Jimin is also Over This Shit by now. Jungkook has moved the camera totally to highlight Jimin while ostensibly focusing on Tae, who is trying his damnedest to make a speech and is very cute and also pretty, but Jimin knows what his boyfriend is doing and obliges. I ran out of image space but there's a kissy face right about here, too. Jimin just.... loses it for a few seconds and it's adorable. The Jeon half of the household agrees with me.

Oh. Let the touching commence. "Fixing his jacket," Jimin? PFFFTTT HE WAS JUST TOUCHING THOSE PECS THAT'S ALL IT WAS AND THEN AND THEN JUNGKOOK GOES "Thank you" in English and it is THE CUTEST. They're just eyefucking now. Hobi needs another drink. And Yoongi, well. Yoongi ain't care, he is not even surprised, it's just Friday at the Jeon-Park house. Seokjin, though. He knows the rules. And Namjoon is not, this time, for once in his LIFE, in the middle. Exactly. FIVE GUYS ARE IN THE MIDDLE and no one is in the middle and this is what happens, PD-nim, when a Jeon goes rogue and STILL HAS CONTROL OF THE CAMERA.

So they wrapped it up. Because what other choice was there, sixteen minutes and twenty seconds into the Story Of True Love Kept Apart By Closetry And Public Decorum? You can't fight the War of Hormone with that much champagne. It's not possible. What you do is smile pretty and disperse, politely, lest there be another kissing-noises-on-video moment. I need David Attenborough to narrate the entire mating dance, for real.

[ggukkiereads]

Hello!! Just a few days ago I stumble upon your blog and I'm wondering if you have some recommendations for Hybrid AUs, much appreciated if it is an OT7 and completed, but if so I will still be so thankful. (I just need some cure from the stress that modules brings) Thank You in Advance (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

🌷 Hello! welcome to my mini fic-reading land. I’ve actually received asks for Hybrid AUs (I pinned the requests in the navi) but I just have a very messy draft.

But to help you with your stress, I think I can share a few of my ongoing reads (sorry they won’t be complete but they’re OT7). But, I added completed ones I could remember too (●'◡'●)

*note: will edit this later and organize this per member - maybe add other fics I’ll remember*

Fic Recs | BTS Hybrid AUs

→ A Place Called Home @agustdakasuga -  OT7 x Reader

series [27/27] | 88k | Hybrid AU, Poly AU, Soulmate AU, Romance Humor | Fluff

Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

→  If I Can Never Give You Peace @candlewaxandp0lar0ids - Jungkook x Reader

series [3/?] | 17.6k+ | Mafia AU, Enemies to Lovers | A (so far)

It starts like quite a few stories do, in your world. Girl meets boy, who happens to be a hybrid, girl buys him at an auction where hybrids are sold, boy falls in love with her, girl gets bored of him. Then it’s not so typical anymore, when the boy ends up forced into illegal fighting rings, until he makes a wrong move and her father decides he needs to be killed.

Where does that leave you? Well, you’re the one who handled Jungkook’s fight and generally organized his life, and, when the girl’s father, your boss and mafia leader, tells you he wants him ‘put down’, you’re the one who has to get it done. Except, instead, you let him escape, and everything turns out fine.

🌷ggukkienote: I am so hooked on this (because I am a sucker for Mafia AUs too). This is such a great story and the OC is really different from the usual OCs. Very interesting.

→  Eunoia @wishesunderthestars -  OT7 x Reader

series [15/?] | 100k+ (I just assumed this, masterpost doesn’t have wc but it’s 6k per chapter or more?) | Director!Reader, hurt/comfort | fluff, eventual smut

You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job. You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness ins’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

→  Restitution @cloudteawrites - OT7 x Reader

series [7/?] | 48k+ | slow burn, poly, mystery, romance

when an estranged uncle leaves you his massive fortune you wonder if the universe is playing a joke on you. when that fortune comes with seven hybrids, you know for sure that it is.

→ Lacuna @barbika1508 - Jungkook x Reader

series [42/42] | 324.3k | Hybrid AU, check for TW | Fluff, Angst, Smut

Lacuna - (n.) a blank space, a missing part

Y/N just wanted to go back home, to enjoy her peace and quiet away from problems and people. But typically, her luck strikes as she stumbles upon a horrific scene of two guys mistreating an already beaten down hybrid. Will she take matters into her own hands and help him? Or let someone else help along the way???

🌷 This is on AO3 and I got a recent ask about author’s tumblr.  So if you prefer AO3 you can check their profile

→ A Hundred Percent Human by wrienne- OT7 x Reader

series [12/?] | 88k+ | Hybrid AU, fluff, angst, smut |

In which you (reader) are forced to take care of seven hybrids in a twist of fate. Drunk and down on life, you finally decide to deal with the house and the unsavory business your mother left behind. However, to your shock, you find that seven very different hybrids are included with both the house - and the business. Seven hybrids you never even met before - even less agreed to take care of.

🌷 This is on AO3. I don’t normally reco AO3 since my blog is focused on tumblr fics but someone sent an ask about this so I’m including it

→ Inferiority Complex @starlightauroras-writes - Jimin x Reader

series [10/?] | 88k+ | political themes, themes of abuse (hybrids) | A, S

You had never liked hybrids. You disagreed with their very existence, and you never wanted to have anything to do with them. And then one day, you discovered a hybrid who was more scared of you than you were of him, and everything changed as you realised you were the only hope he had…

→ Sanctuary @chimchimsauce - Jimin x Reader

series [16/16] | 20k |  Wolf Hybrid!Jimin, Barista!OC, feat sanctuary staff Taehyung, hurt/comfort | F, A

YN is a young girl, bright and ambitious, but due to her busy schedule, she's been unable to make any real friends. When an ad for Saint Mary's Sanctuary catches her attention, she never expected her life to be changed by a certain hybrid named Jimin.

→  Summer Nights @marginalmadness - Jungkook x Reader

series [4/4] | 23k | Hybrid!Fantasy, Romance | F, S

A freak weather anomaly leads to a chance encounter with a rabbit-hybrid, and your kind nature results in you gaining a small, fluffy lodger, who questions your taste in television shows. It’s won’t be for long...will it?

→  Risk it All @/httpjeon - Jungkook x Reader

series [5/5] | 8.3k  | hybrid au, alpha wolf!jungkook | A, F, S

ripped from your family, you find yourself in a warehouse filled with predators. just your luck, you’re right across from a caged alpha wolf.

🌷 (I linked Chapter 5 because for some reason others couldn’t find this chapter so they thought it’s still incomplete)

→  Outro Love is Not Over @kiirokero - Hoseok x Reader

series [12/?] |  Daycare Teacher!Hoseok x Single Mom!Reader

You are the single mother of a beautiful 6-year-old golden retriever hybrid who you named Yunho.  But you’re a human.  You can’t show him the ropes of being a hybrid, and you can’t teach him things the other moms can.  So, when a handsome German Shepard hybrid comes into your life, helping you and guiding Yunho in a way you can’t, you can’t help the cozy home he sets up in your heart.

→  It Takes Two To Make A Thing Go Right @imaginethisbts - TaeKook x Reader

two shot [2/2] | 11k | dom/sub themes, heat cycles | S

What’s better than one dogboy lover? Two dogboy lovers. But when Tae and Jungkook seem unusually clingy, it can only mean one thing. That time of the month has snuck up on you and your dogboy lovers do not want to share.

🌷 Also try their other Jungkook hybrid series Out of the Blue

→  Peculiar Park @daydreamindollie -  OT7 x Reader

series [9/?] | 38k+ | imagines, slice of life | Writer!Reader, Psychologist!Reader, imagines | fluff

you’re a successful hybrid writer and psychologist who takes in seven hybrids on one stormy night after finding one of their pack stealing from your garden

→ Yeouiju @nomseok - Namjoon x Reader

one shot | 33.7k | Mythical AU, Hybrid AU (if you squint), suspense | A, F, S

you find an ancient stone in the middle of the mountains and bring it home with you, oblivious to the consequences of taking a dragon’s yeouiju.

→ Beautiful Stranger @/nomseok - Taehyung x Reader

one shot | 19k | circus AU | A, S, F

your dream is to take care of animals for the rest of your life in the big city, making sure that they’re cared for. but you stumble upon a malnourished, rare tiger in your local circus, and you can’t help but want to take care of him.

→ Evolution of You and I @readyplayerhobi - Jimin x Reader

one shot | 10.2k | kind of epistolary (letters), chat, childhood friends | F

For 15 years, Park Jimin has been in your life in some form. From childhood penpal’s to the closest of friends now, you can’t imagine your life without him even if you’ve never actually met him in person. It doesn’t help that you’ve fallen for him, even across the distance that separates you. But what happens when you finally meet up and you discover he’s been keeping something secret?

→  Fish are Friends @httpjeon - Taehyung x Reader

one shot | 10.2k | seahorse hybrid!taehyung | A, S, F

after moving to the seaside, there is a dreadful storm. when all is clear, a man washes up on shore…only he isn’t quite human.

🌷 you know seahorses mate for life and it’s the male that gets pregnant? Interesting huh

→  Pink Panther @gimmesumsuga - Seokjin x Reader

one shot | 13k | boss-employee | F, S

The one where your boss, Kim Seokjin, tries to show you how beautiful you are.

→  Ragdoll @ausblack - Jimin x Reader

series [17/17] | Hybrid AU, College AU | F, A

As you were studying to obtain your medical & veterinary degree, your professor came up with the idea of organizing an internship - where you found yourself side by side with a sick hybrid that needed nothing other that complete care.

→  Jagged + Catnap  @opaljm - Jimin x Reader

one shot + sequel | 18k |  jaguar/black panther!jimin, sand dune cat!reader, mutual pining, friends to lovers, established relationship (sequel)| S, F, slight A

The pretty little sand cat hybrid Jimin has been in love with for the past year experiences her first heat and Jimin would love nothing more than to be the one to guide her through it and breed her with his kittens.

🌷 there’s also a possible spin-off for Taehyung (Eye of the Tiger)

→  Owner @jessikahathaway - Jungkook x Reader

series [6/?] | 17.4k | Fake Dating AU, Hybrid AU, based on Kimi Wa Petto (Japanese anime) | F, S, A

With your mother hounding on you (no pun intended), you decided to get a little help from a hybrid, who was also in need of assistance.

→ Loving Him Was Red + Somewhere Only We Know @userseok - Jungkook x Reader

series [3/?] | 12.8k+ | enemies to lovers, childhood friends (sorta), college au, jock!jungkook, unrequited love (for OC) | S, F, A

you’ve been chasing after jungkook for years. after a harsh verbal altercation between both of you, you decide to leave him alone and pursue a relationship with someone who seems genuinely interested in you, thinking he would never return your feelings.

I would like to recommend the catalog of these writers:

@ditttiii - so I realize I’m following them on AO3 when I realized the fics looked familiar 🤭. They have an ongoing series called Enchanted to Meet You which you might want to check out if you like Soulmate AUs too! I recently reblogged a Jungkook two-shot comfort fic (hybrid au too) so I recommend going through their masterlist!

@aroseforyoongi - who I discovered because of Gossamer (KTH). It was completed but I think it’s up for re-write/re-post? You can try the others:

Navy Blue - Jungkook [completed]

Forever Yours - Yoongi [one shot, prequel to Navy Blue]

Let Me Love You- Jungkook [one shot]

@magicalsalamander - another favorite author of mine I just feel like I’m reading a great tale every time I start on a series or one shot. They have great fics with supernatural themes too

Rabbit on the Moon - Jungkook | if you’re in the mood for police officer Jungkook [6/6]

The Act of Persuasion - Seokjin | if you are in the mood for Single Dad AU x Arranged Marriage too [one shot]

Firefly that Guards the Fox - Taehyung | if you are in the mood for mystery [11/12 - just epilogue left]

Kitten’s Little Flame - Yoongi | if you like BF to Lovers between dragon and a cat [6/6]

There’s more so please check their Masterlist

@hollyhomburg - I just love Of Fire and Love (hello dragon!yoongi and baby!jungkook? 🥺) But you can check:

their masterlist of all their hybrid fics

Dance to This series which I’ve added to fic recs based on an ask about stories that include members/readers with disability.

Don’t care if it Hurts - Jimin | this is probably my favorite (again I’m a sucker for Mafia AUs) , guard dog hybrid!jimin [12/13, just epilogue]

@angelicyoongie - I got hooked after reading their stories on AO3 but they have tumblr too! Check their masterlist for ongoing hybrid fic (Abundance - OT7)  but these are completed ones:

Desolate - Yoongi, grumypy cat hybrid [14/14]

Out of the Woods - Namjoon, wolf hybrid, strangers to lovers [3/3]

@worldwidebt7 - if you like webtoons! I read parts of Jungkook’s webtoon and I think currently we’re on Yoongi’s story. Access it here

@jincherie - One of the first hybrid fics I remember encountering is Inheritance (MYG). Other fics:

Perihelion - Hoseok, college, roommate, enemies [2/?]

Butterfingers - Namjoon, teacher au, this is cuuuute READ IT if you’re looking for something fluffy [one shot]

4 o’ clock - Taehyung, single dad au (I included this in the singel dad fic recs too) [3/?]

Under the Bridge - Jungkook, found jungkook under the bridge [one shot]

@whitesparrows97 - a writer I discovered because of a Yoongi soulmate fic but I found that they also have other hybrid fics:

Cat’s Cradle - Yoongi, bestfriend [5/5]

Underdog - Taehyung, shifter, brought home what she thought a stray dog [5/5]

@foxymoxynoona - and what would my reco be without foxymoxy? So they have tumblr but their works are on AO3. I’ve listed their current works here but I didn’t include their completed works which are must-reads:

Sugar Fairy - Jungkook, mating, adopted hybrids [48/48]

A Sea of Indigo - Jungkook, ex-fighter [48/48] ⭐⭐⭐

@therealmintedmango - They have a whole masterlist of their hybrid!au fics. I recently finished Kingdom Come and I always remember Jimin from King (for some reason)

@joonbird - check their Zodiac Hybrid Masterlist of one shot per member

There are more (usually one shot per member) but I’ll probably put them in another Fic Rec List for Hybrid AUs. Sorry this list is kind of all over the place (not even organized per member 🤭). But good luck with your modules and I hope these help!

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Can you Knot?

↠ Jungkook x Seokjin | Smut | Omegaverse!AU, Non-traditional a/b/o!AU | 18+ | 8.1k

↠ Summary: Human Jungkook has never taken his Alpha boyfriend Seokjin’s knot, despite being together for almost a year. So Jungkook the menace that he is, designs a masterplan. Become more like an Omega. Jin had been holding himself back pretty well despite Jungkook's obvious attempts at being knotted until one night he finds Jungkook laying down in a nest begging his alpha to breed him.

What was Jin going to do? Say no?

↠ Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, knotting, breeding, blowjobs, rimming, anal sex, breeding kink, jk is determined to get that knot, fake heat, anal fingering, jimin makes the best pot brownies, seokjin works at an adult store, biting, pornography films, knots can be painful, typical jinkook madness.

Jungkook is aware that Seokjin is watching him. Watching the way sauce dribbles down his chin and is coating his sticky fingers. Seokjin's eyes are locked onto Jungkook's mouth that is parted slightly as he messily chews and chomps at the burger, moaning and groaning around the fast food as though he has three of Seokjin's fingers deep inside his asshole pressing right up against his prostate.

Jungkook knows his boyfriend has a food kink and that his own recent weight gain has made his former chiseled features soften. Jungkook's cheeks are fuller - even more so with all the food currently stuffed into them. The impressive set of abs he worked so hard for at the gym have been replaced by a soft little belly. His thighs that were once so muscular he could crush beer cans with them (and yes, Jungkook had totally tested this theory out) now jiggled while being fucked by Seokjin from behind. Jungkook was looking less like a gym obsessed muscle bunny these days and more like the delicate, soft, submissive Omegas he was envious of.

You see, Jungkook and Seokjin had been dating just shy of a year. Jungkook, after practically inhaling an entire tray of pot brownies at a friend's birthday party not knowing what the special ingredient was, had a mini freak out and ended up roaming the streets of Seoul high as a kite. Believing the ultra realistic hallucinations that he was being followed by an alien with two heads he darted into the first store that was open so late at night and begged the man behind the counter to save him from the two headed beast that was lurking in the shadows following his every move.

That man was Seokjin.

Jungkook had stumbled into a sex store that catered to Alphas and Omegas. Giant ribbed dildos, inflatable knots and butt plugs of various sizes lined the walls of the seedy dark establishment. The video playing on a small television just behind the counter featured a petite male Omega being pounded by the biggest cock Jungkook had ever seen. The Omega mewled and screamed as the Alpha's giant knot forced it's way past the his tight hole.

Jungkook felt his cock twitch in his pants as the Omega shook and came all over the Alpha's large hands that engulfed his tiny cock. He wasn't so concerned about the alien that was chasing him now, as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardening cock.

"Hey hey, woaaahh not here dude what the fuck." Jungkook snapped his head towards the lovely male voice and gripped his cock tighter.

"Be careful with that thing, any tighter and I'm scared you'll snap it off or something. We have booths, $20 for an hour. You can pick a DVD and it'll play for you in there. Jerk off all you like behind closed doors please." Seokjin moved from behind the counter and walked towards the wall of porno DVDs. Films such as ‘Need for Seed’ and ‘Lean, Mean and Full Of Cream’ sat next to each other, small Omega's contorted into orgiami and Alpha's with huge muscles and bigger knots graced the covers, making Jungkook's cock ache even more than it already was.

"That one." Jungkook pointed towards a DVD titled ‘Cumpty Dumpty’. Two naked men of similar size stood next to each other, except one was clearly a human while the other was an Alpha. The difference was only noticable by the size of their cocks. The human was pretty average in size, but Jungkook felt a little faint staring at the Alpha's long, thick thirteen inch cock which he held smugly with both of his very large veiny hands.

"Ahhh. Mmhmm." Seokjin grabbed the DVD and led Jungkook into one of the private rooms. "This is a very popular title, good choice. Gimme a few minutes and it will start to play. We have lube and tissues. If you clean up after yourself I will be forever grateful. There is a bin in the corner for your waste. Please enjoy yourself."

Jungkook wasn't paying too much attention to the man's instructions, he had already yanked down his jeans and plonked himself onto the plastic chair.

Jungkook nearly blacked out from how hard he came that night. Waking the next morning he replayed the scenario in his head and couldn't figure out if it was the pot, the porn or both that had that effect on him.

So he begged his friend Jimin to make a tray of his special brownies, pouting and batting his long eyelashes - a classic Jungkook manipulation 101 move. But all it did was leave him hungry and slightly paranoid. Jungkook could have sworn he saw his Iron Man figurine move from the corner of his eye.

Jungkook ended up in the same dark room of the adult store, hand slicked up with lube while he stroked himself to completion. His breath hitched as his cum shot across the room, splattering all over the filthy wall. Jungkook leaned back on the chair which creaked under his weight. An Alpha's cock. That's what did it, a kink he never knew he possessed.

Stuffing his sensitive cock into his jeans Jungkook hissed, he felt rubbed raw from how fast he had pumped his length in time with the pathetic whimpers of the blonde Omega on screen. He grabbed a handful of tissues and made a quick job of cleaning the room, wiping his cum that clung to the wall. He cringed at the thought of how many other perverts had come in the same place as he did. Even though the room had smelled fresh every time he had visited, he knew cleanliness was probably not top priority in a place like this.

Jungkook rushed to exit the store, his bucket hat pulled down and black mask covering as much of his face as possible. "Thanks for coming again, in more ways than one." An obnoxious loud laugh startled Jungkook. He turned and saw the same man from the first night, his dark hair swept off his face displaying a thick set of eyebrows and beautiful brown eyes. Jungkook hadn't noticed it in his druged induced haze, but the man had really wide shoulders and a tiny nipped in waist. He also sported a pair of plump, pink kissable lips.

Cringing internally, Jungkook felt dirty at how heat was starting to pool deep inside his belly. All from staring at a strangers lips. He threw the man a weak wave and ran from the store as quickly as his aching cock stuffed inside tight jeans would let him.

It took four more visits before Jungkook finally gave the man more than one word answers and attempted an actual conversation with him.  From then on Jungkook blushed everytime Seokjin would lead him to the dark room and repeat the same rehearsed instructions, when Seokjin's fingers lingered on his hand as he handed over his credit card and whenever Seokjin suggested a new title for him each visit -  always featuring a Human and an Alpha.

"I finish in thirty minutes, you wanna go and get a drink or something?" Seokjin asked, taking Jungkook's DVD pick and slipping it into the set up behind the front counter. Jungkook was speechless as they made their way down the hallway to the last room on the left. Jungkook turned the handle slowly, fluorescent light instantly drowning the dark room in it's bright artificial glow.

"Oookay maybe not then. Seems I have been picking up on vibes that didn't actually exist. Sorry I even mentioned it." Seokjin chuckled nervously.

Jungkook gulped so hard it felt comical, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat like a character from an anime. "Ahh shit, no. I mean yes, I mean, shit. Fuck. Yeah. Yeah okay." He backed into the room which was now playing sleazy EDM music while a tattooed human struggled to suck the cock of the dark skinned Alpha standing above him.

Seokjin smiled, "Great well I'll wait for you outside the store then, enjoy your film."

Jungkook could have never expected to be mirroring the very same porno he watched only a few hours earlier. He was currently on his knees, red and aching from pressing against the hard tile floor. Seokjin's hands gripped onto the sides of his face as he pulled and pushed Jungkook's mouth along his length.

"Hmly shmit." Jungkook mumbled incoherently thanks to the cock shoved deep inside his throat.

He had only seen an Alpha's knot in a porn film, never in real life. It was fucking amazing. Watching the flesh inflate at the base, becoming larger and larger with every inch his mouth lowered on Seokjin's length. He breathed deep through his nose and pushed himself down until his nose grazed the hot thick skin which protuded so beautifully underneath the thick tuff of black pubes Seokjin had let grow out naturally.

"Shhiiittt, I'm gonna come are you ready?" Seokjin gasped and clenched onto Jungkook's hair tighter. He winced a bit from the pull, scalp stinging as his black locks were pulled hard by the Alpha who despite his appearance was incredibly strong.

With a small nod from Jungkook, Seokjin was coming down his throat with a groan so loud everyone out at the bar would have heard him. Jungkook swallowed hard, the hot salty thickness coating his throat with such force Jungkook was worried he may choke and die. He scrambled to pull off, a seemingly never ending stream of cum spurting over his nose and chin.

"Oh shit, sorry." Seokjin angled himself so his cum landed on the floor instead of Jungkook's drenched face.

An awkward silence fell over the toilet cubicle, shuffled footsteps from outside the door snapped both men out of their lust driven debarchy to remember exactly where they were.

Jungkook puffed, leaning against the cubicle wall as he wiped at his face with toilet tissue, "I don't think I can go back to fucking humans. Not after that." His cum soaked tissue hand pointed at Seokjin's crotch, "That was . . . It was something else. Jesus Christ."

"No, the name's Kim Seokjin, but you can call me whatever you want if that keeps you sucking cock like that, that was amazing." Seokjin pushed his sweaty bangs out of his eyes and off his forehead.

And that was how they found themselves in a sexual relationship, a horny human and equally horny Alpha fucking until every millilitre of cum had left their spent bodies. That casual fucking soon turned into something emotional and that's when Jungkook and Seokjin began dating exclusively.

Which leads us to Jungkook's change in appearance, even after eleven months of dating, Seokjin refused to give Jungkook his knot. The younger man had begged, cried and even threatened to leave if Seokjin wouldn't give in and finally knot him, but his tantrums and threats never amounted to anything and the Alpha continued to take special care to make sure his knot stayed far away from Jungkook's tight little pink ring of pleasure.

Seokjin had explained exasperatedly that he was worried. Worried that Jungkook would hate the feeling of being stretched wide open, or that he would hurt the human, maybe even kill him in the process. Jungkook had just rolled his eyes and pulled open the bottom draw, dumping his collection of monster Alpha dick dildos with inflatable knots on the bedroom floor.

"I take a knot like a professional now Seokjinnieeee, you've seen me do it. You have helped me do it. Why are you being such a stubborn bitch about this?!" He whined, stomping his feet on the ground like a toddler.

But nothing Jungkook said or did would change the Alpha's mind.

So while Seokjin was at work, Jungkook hatched a masterplan. If Seokjin was too scared to give his knot to a human then he was just going to have to become an Omega to get what he wanted.

With his chin resting in his palm Jungkook read about the history of Alpha, Omega and Beta dynamics. His internet search brought him to websites and forums full of information about the different secondary genders. Jungkook opened the notes file on his phone and noted down the most important pieces of information.

Alpha's were attracted to an Omega's scent - usually sweet or calming, but they also loved scenting their Omega so their own strong Alpha scent permeated the other, a warning to other Alpha's to stay the fuck away from their mate. They usually scented by rubbing their noses, wrists and cheeks along the neck, inner thighs and face of the other.

Omega's would go through a heat twice a year. They would create a nest with soft blankets, clothes from loved ones and anything else that would make them comfortable. During this time they would revert back to an animalistic state, desperate to be knotted. A deep set desire that wouldn't be placated unless dicked down good by an Alpha. Some Omega's became piliant and submissive while others would push boundaries so their Alpha would snap and assert dominance. Jungkook was more than happy to try both approaches.

Pregnancy was the desired outcome from a heat, which meant a lot of Alpha's had breeding kinks. Wanting to see their Omega's bellies big and round, full of their cum and eventually their pups. Jungkook excitedly noted down the tips an Omega blog had suggested, lots of belly rubbing, purring and plugging to keep the Alpha's cum inside of them. Omega's by nature were petite with soft curvy bodies perfect for childbearing. It was rare for an Omega to be as muscular as Jungkook currently was and he knew immediately he would have to do something about that (like stuff his face with fast food on a regular basis)

Omega's produced slick which apparently drove Alpha's crazy with it's sweet taste and helped with painless insertion of the knot. Jungkook quirked his eyebrow at his, while the other things he could replicate this was one he couldn't really. So he searched fetish websites until he found a company that produced fake edible slick. Jungkook typed his credit card details in without a second thought and ordered three bottles of the product.

Jungkook's mind swirled and his head pulsed with all the new, overwhelming information he was trying to digest. But he was excited to start his transformation into a needy little Omega. He was gonna get Seokjin's knot, he would make fucking sure of it.

Jungkook cracked an eye open and glanced over to the large lump underneath the warm blanket beside him. Seokjin's chest rising and falling at a slow rate, his plump lips parted slightly as a nasally snore puffed from between them. It was early morning, the sky outside their apartment a romantic blend of purples and yellows, the last glow of street lights flickered through the blinds that hung crookedly at the window. Neither man able to lower the blinds without somehow destroying the flimsy chattel further.

Jungkook pushed up against Seokjin and began to grind his crotch against the Alpha's thigh. The light snoring continued which caused Jungkook to pout, so he started to peck at his boyfriend's exposed skin, along his collarbone, shoulder and down his right arm. Jungkook kicked the duvet down over their bodies, legs flailing and flapping as his feet got tangled within the blanket, "Fucking shit." He quietly huffed once the blanket was finally hanging off the edge of the bed.

Jungkook slid down the bed, body slithering like a snake about to cause a wholeeee lot of trouble. He gently pushed Seokjin's legs apart and moved to fill the empty space, slotting himself perfectly inbetween toned, long legs. His hand reached out to gingerly cup Seokjin's crotch, kneading at the soft cock that lay underneath a pair of bright blue briefs. Jungkook's cock jumped in excitement when he felt Seokjin begin to harden under his touch. Jungkook lowered his head and pressed gentle kisses from Seokjin's belly button to the thick patch of pubic hair that poked over the top of his briefs. He bit onto the waistband and pulled the fabric downwards, bunching awkwardly underneath Seokjin's balls. His mouth watered at Seokjin's cock, his foreskin hiding the cute little tip from Jungkook's view. It sprung halfway between soft and fully erect, plumping in fullness everytime Jungkook's breath blew against it.

"Are you just gonna stare at it all morning Kook? It's cold, either warm my dick up with your mouth or pull the blankets back over me please." Seokjin grumbled, his lips smacking as he threw his arms high over his head and stretched.

"Mmhmm." Jungkook hummed playfully running his flat tongue up Seokjin's length. He took Seokjin in his hand and guided his cock into his mouth closing his lips loosely around him, holding Seokjin inside his warm, wet mouth but making no attempts to move. Seokjin ran his hand over Jungkook's head lovingly and with a firm pressure, occasionally stratching at his scalp the way he fucking loved so much. Jungkook could feel himself turning into putty underneath his boyfriend's fingers but remembered he was on a very important mission so he pulled back and let Seokjin's cock fall out of his mouth.

Jungkook dropped down onto his stomach and wiggled his way closer, his butt sticking out cutely in the air shifting side to side with the movement. He began running his nose along Seokjin's inner thighs, brushing against the faint downy hairs that ran down from his crotch.

"Mmm Alpha you smell soooo good." Jungkook sighed, his teeth clamping around soft flesh to bite gently, pulling the skin slightly before letting go.

"Wha-what?" Seokjin gulped hard, a look of confusion spreading across his handsome face.

"And look at how big you are." Jungkook rasped, his tattooed fingers wrapping around the tip of Seokjin's cock, twisting and flicking his hand in the way he knew drove his boyfriend crazy, "I bet you have a huge knot too huh Alpha? Need a cute little hole to fill with your cum mmm? Then stuff it nicely with that big, beautiful knot. Oh Alpha, Seokjin-hyung."

Jungkook sunk down on Seokjin's length, gagging when balls nudged against his chin, his nose buried into Seokjin's wiry pubes. He pulled back slowly, moaning like a fucked out porn star when Seokjin's cock plopped past his lips. Jungkook kissed and licked at his tip, paying attention to sensitive spot just underneath the head. He bobbed up and down on Seokjin's shaft, mumbling about what a beautiful strong Alpha he was, although with lips wrapped around a humongous cock it was a little difficult to quite understand what he was mumbling about.

Jungkook watched intently at Seokjin's face, waiting for the way his eyebrows furrowed tightly and his neck flushed red - the signs he was about to come. It didn't take long, Seokjin always came pretty quickly during a morning blow job, so Jungkook readied himself, taking a deep breath and relaxing his tongue and jaw as spurt after spurt of cum filled his mouth. Jungkook allowed Seokjin to fully finish in his mouth, hot thick cum dribbling down the corners of his mouth to drip onto Seokjin's cock. Cum ran down Seokjin's length and coated his knot making Jungkook groan at the sight. He coughed and spluttered as cum suddenly shot down his throat burning on it's way down.

"Oh shit." Seokjin quickly pulled out but Jungkook stopped him when he tried to sit up, pushing hard against his toned abdomen to lay him back down on the mattress. He spat what was left of Seokjin's release onto his thigh and rubbed the thick gooey mess into the Alpha's skin.

Jungkook flicked his tongue along the smeared cum, lapping up Seokjin's seed, "Mmm you taste so good Hyung and now you smell even better." He inhaled deeply against Seokjin's skin, smiling when the Alpha growled above him. Jungkook rest his head on Seokjin's thigh which was trembling, an after effect of his orgasm.

"Hey Kookie?" Seokjin asked, ass shifting against the sheets awkwardly.

"Yeah?" Jungkook replied, turning his head to face his boyfriend.

"How can you tell when you've had a really amazing blow job?" His shoulders hitched as he chuckled to himself.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, "How? You know you're wrecking a very sweet moment here Hyung."

"No I'm not." He replied smugly, "Well Kook, the answer is ... Because you have to pull the sheets out of your asshole." Squeaky laughter boomed out of Seokjin, who reached to pull the sheet out of his crack. "Oh also, you're not getting my knot. Nice try though."

"Seokjinnnnn what the fuck?!" Jungkook rolled off the bed, throwing his middle finger up before retreating to the living room, Seokjin's annoying laughter taunting him along the way.

Jungkook stepped into the steaming shower cubicle, the water always a touch too hot when it hit his skin but that was the way he liked it. "Mmm" He moaned as the water cascaded down his muscular back. Jungkook reached for his body wash but paused, his hand hovering over the scented gel. Sitting next to it was Seokjin's - the lemon and honey worked in harmony with his earl grey tea scent according to the Alpha (Since Jungkook was a human he had never been able to actually pick up on Seokjin's Alpha scent, much to his dismay) Jungkook reached over and pulled the bottle from the shelf and squirted a large amount onto his hand. He scrubbed the gel all over his body, nose tingling at how strong the lemon scent was on his skin.

Once dried off Jungkook opened the medicine cabinet and reached for Seokjin's cologne. While in the shower he remembered that Alpha's got off on their Omega's smelling like them and since he was already partially smelling like Seokjin, why not go all the way?

Jungkook sniggered as he pulled off the cap and doused himself in the fresh, crisp scent. The fine mist marking his neck and wrists as though Seokjin was standing there scenting Jungkook himself. In the reflection of the mirror Jungkook could see Seokjin's sweater laying on top of their very full laundry hamper. He grabbed for it and stuffed his nose into the fabric, sniffing deeply as a mix of Seokjin's cologne and faded washing powder hit his senses.

Jungkook pulled the sweater over his head and then stepped into his briefs. Standing in the middle of their cramped bathroom he reveled at how much he currently smelled like Seokjin.

"So this is what Omega's must feel like huh?" Jungkook spoke out loud, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

"Mmm what's that delicious smell?" Seokjin's deep gravely morning voice broke the quiet of the small apartment. He stumbled out of their bedroom and made his way to Jungkook who was busy in the kitchen.

"Yeah, just you wait old man." Jungkook whispered under his breath, heart fluttering in his chest.

"Just making my beautiful boyfriend breakfast." Jungkook replied over his shoulder, his eyes trained on the pancakes in the pan watching for bubbles to appear on the surface a sign it was time to flip the fluffy sweet snack.

"Oh really? What's the occasion?" Seokjin snuggled up behind Jungkook, long arms wrapping around his small cinched waist. Seokjin hooked his chin over Jungkook's shoulder peering down to watch his boyfriend flip one of the pancakes, the mixture cooked perfectly, fluffy and golden brown.

"That looks goo-" Seokjin went uncomfortably still, his broad chest pressing hard against Jungkook’s back. Jungkook gulped as he felt Seokjin's hands move to grip his hips tightly. Suddenly the Alpha smashed his face into the side of Jungkook's neck, running over the skin with his perfectly shaped nose (Jungkook was always a little envious at how pretty his boyfriend's nose was compared to his own) and frantically sniffed at his flesh. Jungkook gasped when Seokjin's body shuddered against him, something hard nudging into his ass.

"Wh-why do you smell like me?" Seokjin's strained voice asked, large hands running up and down Jungkook's side.

"What do you mean?" Jungkook replied shakily, his hand trembling as he flipped the pancakes once more, the opposite side slightly burnt.

"I mean Omeg-Jungkook you don't smell like your usual self, what's going on?" The Alpha rolled his hips and pushed his cock against Jungkook firm ass, sighing at the friction his movements were creating.

"Oh, silly me." Jungkook laughed awkwardly, moving the pancakes onto a plate sitting nearby before adding more mixture to the hot pan, it sizzled the moment the thick mix touched the surface.

"I picked up your cologne by mistake after my shower this morning. Oops. Why? Do you like having me smelling like you hmmm?" Jungkook pushed his ass back and wiggled against Seokjin's erection.

Seokjin began nibbling at Jungkook's neck, his tongue licking long, wet stripes to meet his pierced ear which he tugged on gently between his perfectly straight teeth. His hand reached into Jungkook's briefs and travelled through his pubic hair until it met the human's excited cock. Jungkook gasped when Seokjin pulled on him gently, getting him hard within no time at all.

Jungkook's eyes went wide when Seokjin removed his hand and then spun him around, pushing Jungkook up against the bench, his back hitting the surface with a thud.

"Ooff Seokjin, remember you're a big strong Alpha, take it easy with me. Fuck." Jungkook winced, reaching around to rub his aching lower back.

Seokjin's ears tinged red, "Sorry, forget my own strength sometimes. Here, let me make you feel better."

Seokjin caged Jungkook in against the bench, their bodies squashed together. Seokjin took his stiff cock and placed it on top of Jungkook's squeezing both of their lengths with his large hand.

"Mmm you feel so good." The two men began slowly rocking against each other while Seokjin continued to pump them both at the same time. Jungkook glanced down and saw his own cock peeking out from underneath his Alpha boyfriend's thick length and shuddered.

"Fuck! The pancakes, Seokjin the pancakes are burning." Jungkook's voice cracked as Seokjin held onto them both tighter.

The smell of burnt butter and pancake mixture wafted throughout the kitchen, "Who cares." Seokjin replied rubbing the head of his cock against Jungkook's, precum helping with the slide. "We can go out for breakfast, you know I get too lazy to cook or clean after I come anyway."

Jungkook's brows furrowed and his chest began to heave as he got closer and closer to his release. "Ahhh Seokji-ah ah ah."

Jungkook saw Seokjin's eyes flicker, one second they were their usual beautiful shade of brown and the next they were tinged a dark red. He couldn't look away as his boyfriend seemingly let his inner wolf finally come to the surface.

Seokjin's chest vibrated, a low growl coming from deep inside as he bit down on Jungkook's neck. At the feeling of teeth breaking skin Jungkook came, his cum sputtering all over Seokjin's cock and pubic hair. Seokjin reached his peak moments later, a hushed almost howling sound coming from the man.

Jungkook leaned into Seokjin's chest, gently bringing his hand up to his neck to touch the spot where the Alpha had bitten him. His fingertips were damp with specks of blood.

"You should bite me more often, that felt great. Do it even harder next time." Jungkook giggled, pressing a kiss against Seokjin's plump lips.

Seokjin tapped Jungkook's bare ass, nudging him out of the way. He reached for the pan on the stovetop and threw it into the sink. A few blackened pancakes tumbled out into the aluminium bowl. Steam sizzled, hissed and grew high when Seokjin turned on the cold water, filling up the pan that had burnt, charred pancake mix stuck to it.

"Get dressed Sunshine we'll sort this mess out after I stuff myself with food." Seokjin smoothed Jungkook's wild mop of black hair down with his fingers, "And yeah okay, maybe we'll do the biting thing more often." His ears turned the same shade of red as earlier.

"Oh Hyung, Hyung nnnggg." The bedroom was full of noise. The bed creaking with every thrust Seokjin made, Jungkook's lust induced whimpering and the loud chattering of a long abandoned movie on the laptop pushed onto the floor in a rush.

"You take my dick so well baby." Seokjin praised, a smirk on his face as he grinded himself hard against Jungkook, his cock reaching deep inside to press against Jungkook's prostate.

Seokjin leaned in towards Jungkook practically folding the man into half, his legs pressed up against his chest, feet dangling high in the air. Jungkook held on tight to the back of Seokjin's neck as their tongues moved back and forth, a well practiced dance of their wet muscles.

"I love you so much, mmm." Jungkook mumbled between kisses, his hard cock was trapped between their bodies, leaking precum onto his abdomen.

With one last hard press of their lips, Seokjin pulled back and began thrusting fast into Jungkook's perfect asshole. Both men watched in awe as Seokjin's cock slipped in and out with ease, as though god created them both to fit each other perfectly.

"Shi- Jungkook look at you." Seokjin's eyes quickly flickered red as he focused onto Jungkook's thighs. The Alpha ran his hands along them, slowly kneading and massaging the flesh. His hands continued their exploration, moving over Jungkook's belly, along his chest and then back down retracing his previous movements.

"Jungkook you're so fucking pretty." Seokjin smiled, his cheeks dusted an adorable shade of red. "And so . . . . you've never been this .. you're always so toned and strong looking?"

Jungkook gasped, he could have sworn the cock up his ass became harder after those words were spoken.

"Mmm Jinnie, I've stopped with the protein shakes. They were pretty disgusting anyway." He chuckled, "I'm eating more sweets, mmm those taste good. Not as good as you of course. Hyung . . . I'm softer now aren't I? Do I look like a good boy?"

"Fuck." Seokjin growled, slamming his cock hard into Jungkook who inched his way further up the bed from the force of his boyfriend's thrusts. "So fucking soft Omega."

At this Jungkook stilled, did he hear correctly? Did Seokjin just call him an Omega?

Jungkook raised his hand to his mouth to hide his growing smile but it was no use, he was just so happy. There was no hiding the joy he was experiencing. His cute round nose scrunched when Seokjin returned his smile with a wide one of his own.

Jungkook was so incredibly in love with Seokjin and it seemed he was getting closer and closer to receiving the man's knot. Just imagining his asshole being stuffed and full of Seokjin's knot and cum had him spasming around the Alpha's cock, eyes squeezing shut tightly as his orgasm rocked his body. While he enjoyed this very much, he needed that fucking knot as soon as possible.

While Seokjin was out doing their weekly food shop Jungkook put the final pieces of his masterplan to work. In the middle of the living room he dragged all the blankets and pillows from the bed and crafted them into a little nest. It wasn't perfect by any means, lacking the Omega touch and expertise since he was just a human but Jungkook was pretty proud of his first attempt.

Skipping back to the bedroom Jungkook flung the wardrobe doors open and rustled around until he found his favourite shirt of Seokjin's, a blue, pink and green plaid shirt with flecks of purple. Jungkook bought the flamboyant material to his nose and inhaled deeply, the cloth smelling like Seokjin's fabric softener. He threw his t-shirt up over his head and tossed it to the floor, slipping his arms into the shirt sleeves and buttoning up a few random buttons. The shirt hung off his frame, while he and Seokjin were of a similar height the Alpha had incredibly broad shoulders which made the shirt hang off Jungkook as though it was two sizes too big.

From underneath the bed Jungkook pulled out a shoe box. Inside was the slick insipired lubricant he had ordered from the internet. He took one the tall skinny bottles and made his way back to the living room.

Jungkook shimmed his pants past his perky ass and let them fall to the floor, kicking the fabric away before he dropped down onto the pile of blankets. The first thing he noticed when he opened the bottle was the strong sweet scent that purmiated out of the plastic, it was a mix of vanilla marshmallows and candyfloss and he could only imagine how intoxicating it must be to an Alpha. The fake slick was thicker than normal lubricant and it lightly glistened and shimmered under the living room lights.

Jungkook coated his fingers with the slick and worked his way into stretching his asshole wide open for the knot he would be getting tonight. Better to be safe than sorry he thought to himself as he squirted more of the liquid onto his fingers, returning them to his hole stretched so wide four easily slipped inside.

"Oh!" He yipped, removing his fingers then rushing off to the bathroom. When Jungkook returned he had an empty syringe. He screwed off the cap to the bottle and inserted the syringe, pulling the plunger back to fill the barrel with the slick. Laying on his back Jungkook lifted his legs into the air and reached inbetween pressing the tip of the syringe to his hole. Slowly he inserted the cool plastic and pushed the plunger, a gush of thick sweet slick filling his warm walls.

"Oohhh holy fuck." Jungkook repeated the action so his ass was well and truly full of slick. The shimmering liquid slowly dripped out of his scretched hole whenever he moved, so he held a hand against his ass and tried to stay as still as possible.

When Jungkook heard faint footsteps traveling down the apartment hallway he quickly spun around to be on all fours, pushing his soft wet ass high into the air. Jungkook held his breath and sure enough the sound of keys jingling into the front door lock met his nervous ears.

"Hey Jungkookah sorry I'm late, it was fucking madness out there. Everyone shoving and pushing each other around because the store was low on toilet pap-" Seokjin stood in the entrance way of the living room, eyes wide with shock at Jungkook presenting himself to the Alpha.

"Uhhh what's going on?" Seokjin shifted nervously from side to side, the plastic bags in his hands rustling against his legs, his neck and ears scarlet red.

"Mmm Alpha, pleaaaseee breed me. I'm so wet and hot for you. I need you hyunnnggg, I need that big fat knot to stuff me. Please, look at how wet I am Alpha it's all for you, you do this to me. Give me that knot and make me feel soooo much better." Jungkook whined spreading his legs further apart so his upper body fell against the floor and his ass raised higher in the air. He reached between his legs and began to play with his balls which were slippery and wet due to the fake slick which had dripped down and coated them. Jungkook rolled them between his fingers enjoying how warm and sticky they felt in his grip.

"Kook.." Seokjin let go of the bags in his grip, the plastic thumping as it hit the ground and it's contents spilled out onto the floor. He marched towards Jungkook and dropped to his knees, Seokjin's nostrils flared as he breathed in deep the sweet slick scent.

"You smell so fucking delicious Omega. . . Kook, Jungkook shit. I'm so confused." Seokjin ran his fingers through the sticky substance coating Jungkook's soft, jiggly thighs. He brought the digits to his plump lips and slipped them past the soft flesh sampling the fake slick with his tongue.

"Hnngggh Seokjin just fuck me, knot me. Pleaseeeee you know how much I want this dammit, I won't ask again just this on- ahhhh." Jungkook's eyes rolled to the back of his head when he felt Seokjin's fingers spread his ass cheeks wide apart and slip his tongue into Jungkook's very wet and warm hole. Seokjin ate his ass like Jungkook was the juicest peach freshly plucked from the tree, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of Jungkook's gorgeous tanned ass.

Jungkook's cock throbbed hard everytime a mumbled moan flowed from behind him, Seokjin seemed to be hyptonised by the fake slick, licking every inch of Jungkook until it was all gone. The Alpha was a glistening mess, fake slick had coated the tip of his nose, his chin, down his neck and flicks had landed on his cheeks and forehead.

"On your back Omega." Seokjin ordered. Jungkook had never heard his boyfriend's voice so deep and demanding before. He pushed himself up and turned around but before he could lay back down Seokjin reached forward and tore the shirt right off his body. Small white buttons went flying in all directions and plaid material frayed to his side.

Seokjin took Jungkook's right nipple in between his lips and sucked hard, the small chocolate brown nub puffy and tinted red when the Alpha finally let go.

"Look at how cute your little tits are, so small and lovely." Jungkook raised an eyebrow and tilt his head to the side, face clearly mirroring the confusion he felt on the inside. Yes he had gained a little weight and lost the six pack but he hadn't developed breasts. However if Seokjin was convinced he had, he was more than happy to go along with it.

"Yes Alpha, mmmm I love when you touch my tits like that, do it again."

Seokjin licked, sucked and bit at Jungkook's chest, the skin soon littered in deep purple marks. Jungkook's head was spinning, seeing his boyfriend be so agressive, possessive and primal was such a fucking turn on.

"This is such a pretty nest Jungkookie, you did well my Omega." He leaned down and kissed Jungkook slowly and deeply, caging the human in with his big body.

"I'm gonna fuck you now okay? In this beautiful nest you've made. Then Alpha is gonna give you his knot. I'm gonna fill this pretty little soft belly full of my seed. Fuck." Seokjin's hand lay against Jungkook's lower belly, fingers very slowly caressing the skin. Jungkook studied his boyfriend with complete adoration, he loved everything about the goofy Alpha. From the way he sat down to pee, to how he liked to roleplay as Mario and Luigi in the bedroom every now and again. Every eccentric thing the Alpha did was another notch on the list of quirks Jungkook found endearing.

"I love you Seokjin." Jungkook spoke boldy, staring back into the intense red eyes that bore into his soul, Seokjin growled in response and began fingering Jungkook's asshole, making sure the man was stretched enough to accommodate his his thick cock.

Jungkook wanted to die. There was no way he could continue living on his planet if Seokjin ever broke up with him. The cock currently so far up his ass it took his breath away, was something he needed every day for the rest of his life. He had never experienced sex so amazing, and now that Seokjin had let go things were even better than usual (and their sex was pretty fucking good to begin with.)

The Alpha was fucking Jungkook so hard he felt like a ragdoll, his limp, pliant fucked out body constantly being manhandled around the nest he created. One minute he was on his back, the next flipped over to be fucked from behind, then all of a sudden impaled on Seokjin's lap as the Alpha thrust into him from underneath.

"I'm gonna c-come Jinnie." Jungkook cried out as the Alpha thrust into him particularly deep.

A loud rumbling vibrated out of Seokjin's chest and the vein on his neck visibly throbbed. He lowered Jungkook back down to lay amoungst the blankets and pillows, pressing his swollen pink lips against Jungkook's thinner but just as swollen ones.

"We're gonna need more lube." Seokjin stated, slowly withdrawing his cock before pushing back in equally as slow.

Jungkook tried to speed up the Alpha's movements by wiggling his hips but Seokjin just continued to fuck him idly. "There's another bottle of the slick in the bedroom if you want to use that." Jungkook whined when Seokjin pulled out completely and moved to leave the room.

Seokjin chuckled, "You know, you make a pretty good Omega Kook. Now hush, I'll be back in a second you desperate little slut."

The Alpha returned moments later and made his way back into the disarranged nest, "On your knees again for me Kook." Seokjin playfully slapped Jungkook's ass when he got into position, watching hypnotically as the flesh jiggled from his light tap.

Seokjin kneeled behind Jungkook and moved the bottle of slick to align with his hole, with one hand he pulled a cheek outwards and with the other he squirted the liquid straight into Jungkook's gaping hole. Fake slick seemed to squirt everywhere but where Seokjin had intended it to, over Jungkook's legs, his back, the blankets in the nest and some even managed to splash back onto Seokjin himself. This didn't deterant the Alpha though, he just gathered the slick up with his fingers and fucked it straight into Jungkook's ass.

Seokjin used his sticky fingers to pump at his length, squeezing more of the slick down his monster sized cock. His hand slid off with zero friction as he was completely lubricated from the base to the tip.

The Alpha pushed himself back into Jungkook with absolutely no resistance, he always enjoyed stretching Jungkook out on his large cock, but being able to enter him so effortlessly was an amazing sensation also. They very quickly found their rhythm, Jungkook pushing back onto Seokjin's cock with every thrust.

"T-This is your last chance to back out Kook-ah, I can feel my knot inflating, if you don't want to do this we can stop now." Seokjin continued to pound into Jungkook double checking he had consent to knot the human. His wolf instincts were beginning to take over and Seokjin knew he needed that confirmation immediately before his level headed human side retreated.

"What the fuck, yes! Seokjin fucking breed me already." Jungkook slammed back onto the Alpha's cock.

Jungkook stared forwards blankly, Seokjin had gone deadly quiet. He was worried maybe he had pushed his boyfriend too far with his desire to be knotted but when he felt the thick, hot enlarged lump of skin press up against his ass Jungkook knew his wildest dreams were about to come true.

"Relax Omega, Alpha is here for you." Seokjin pressed a hand against Jungkook's lower back, slowly rubbing side to side as his knot finally penetrated Jungkook's hole. Jungkook choked back a scream and quickly bit his bottom lip to muffle the sound.

It sucked, it really fucking sucked. Knots attached to dildos did not feel like the real thing at all. It felt as though Jungkook's asshole was being split in half. He could have sworn the room was starting to sway around him, his vision starting to blur.

"You need to relax Jungkookah I can feel you're freaking out. My knot is already inside you, take a deep breath and I'll push in a bit more." Seokjin began to release his Alpha pheromones hoping they would help, but with Jungkook being a human they had no affect on the man. So he took a deep breath as instructed and winced when Seokjin pushed himself in half an inch more.

"Seokjin, ahhh just do it, don't go slow, just get it in. Stop fucking around I think it's hurting more like this." A tear slipped from Jungkook's eye as his asshole continued to try to adjust to the large intrusion.

Seokjin sighed, "Okay. On the count of three. Ready? One . . . Tw-" With one incrediblely powerful thrust, Seokjin pushed his knot fully inside of Jungkook.

Jungkook tensed up as his orgasm reached it's peak, his entire body shook and convulsed as his cum squirted out of his rock hard cock all over the sweat and fake slick soaked blankets beneath him. It was the most intense orgasm of his life. The way the knot pressed against his prostate, how far Seokjin's cock was inside his ass, the feeling of being so incredibly full. It was a total midfuck for Jungkook. When Seokjin's growl echoed around the room as he released himself inside of Jungkook, he completely lost his mind.

Jungkook was beginning to feel heavy and swollen, his asshole taking more than it was designed to take. But god, it was perfect. To know he could push himself to such limits to not only take an Alpha's knot, but to then get filled up and take all the cum like a good Omega would, Jungkook was very proud of himself.

A quiet whimpering broke the euphoria Jungkook was encountering and he turned his head to see tears streaming from Seokjin's beautiful eyes, which had now returned to their normal shade of brown.

"I've been stopping myself from doing that because of my own fears but my god I needed to do it so bad." Seokjin sniffed hard, his bottom lip wobbling. "Fuck, Jungkookah you were amazing. I'm-I'm inside you . .  Like completely inside you, knot and everything. This is unbelievable."

After wiping away his tears, Seokjin adjusted them both so he was laying behind Jungkook as they waited for his knot to deflate.

"You said that first night we hung out you couldn't be with a human again, but I couldn't be with an Omega ever again. That was on another level Jungkook, shit you were soooootight. I love you." Seokjin peppered Jungkook's neck and cheek with what seemed to be at least a million kisses (though Jungkook was still feeling a little delirious, so counting kisses wasn't exactly reliable math at this point)

Seokjin moved to lean over Jungkook as much as he could in their position, "Ca-can I mate you?  I know it doesn't mean the same as if you were an Omega or Beta but ..." Jungkook interrupted Seokjin with an awkward kiss, his lips kissing more of the Alpha's cheek than anything else.

"Fuck yeah! Bite me Hyung, make me yours." Jungkook flinched when Seokjin bit into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. The bite was intense and incredibly painful, though compared to having an Alpha's knot stretching his ass open, this was a walk in the park.

"I don't think this knot will ever go down, I'm so fucking turned on." Seokjin laughed when he unlatched his jaw from Jungkook, his sharp canine teeth glistening red from the blood that pumped through Jungkook's veins.

"That's fine with me, let's quit our jobs and just stay like this forever. Your cock up my ass? Sounds like bliss." Jungkook replied, linking his fingers with the Alpha's and moving them to rest on his belly.

"Thank you so much Seokjin, you really have made my dreams come true tonight. You are one hundred percent my Alpha awakening. It's kinda like a gay awakening ya know? Just instead of finding out you're into guys, which I knew since I was five, I realised I'm into big strong Alpha males with even bigger knots than brains." Jungkook raised their joined hands to his lips and kissed each of Seokjin's knuckles.

"Aww Kook that's so swee-. . wait, was that shade? I'll have you know I completely bombed all my exams at university but it was only because I spent all year live streaming myself gaming not because I'm an idiot." Seokjin began to tickle down Jungkook's sides, fingers furiously tickling his sensitive skin and making Jungkook squirm with no escape in sight thanks to the knot locking them together.

"Okay, o-kaayy I'm sorry. Please, stop tickling me." The two men's laughter died out as their lips met, claiming each other with hungry desire.

Seokjin was right he was turned on, because within seconds any deflation the knot had gone through was nil and void and instead his cock was hard, the knot was fully inflated and he was ready to fuck more cum into his very, very eager human boyfriend.

[ladyartemesia]

Since I'm in love with your writings and your taste in reading too. I know that your favorite is Brother's best friend or Best friend's brother, I would like for you to recommend me some of them please ❤️❤️🙏

꧁Brother’s Best Friend꧂

Clandestine by @junghelioseok is fantastic. Jeon Jungkook is the best friend of the reader’s slightly younger brother. He’s sexy and charismatic and DEFINITELY knows what he wants. The growth of his (clandestine) connection with the reader is utterly delicious. This one made me laugh and swoon.

Guarded by @xjoonchildx is basically legendary in my book. The lady in this story is not only Hoseok’s best friend’s sister—she is also his BOSS’s sister and by boss I mean mafia. This is the first installment in Ana’s amazing Rap Line Mafia Universe and it delivers on every level. Hoseok is tasked with protecting the boss’s sister after she is being threatened by sinister forces unknown and sparks fly.

Plums and Melons by @winetae is THAT FIC. The fic I just daydream about sometimes. It’s a fic about two people caught hard in eachother’s gravity. It’s so sexy and cerebral and the main characters are so hot. Jimin is just a guy trying to live his life, but whatever is brewing between him and his best friend’s sister is driving him insane. He wants to be a good guy, but she just isn’t playing fair.

Are You Sure? by @cutechim is such a swoon-worthy and touching piece of wonderful. I tell you I was MOVED. This is beautiful and emotional and EXTREMELY satisfying. Taehyung’s best friend has a sister who he has always secretly adored. When she comes to him and asks for some intimate experience, he isn’t strong enough to say no—not when she’s everything he ever wanted.

Drivers License and Detour by @gyukult is sweet and tender and just a fantastic coming of age story. The reader has been in love with her brother’s best friend, Park Jimin, for almost all of her youth... but what is going on in his head?It’s a tender story that really warms the heart. AND I am happy there is more coming. I would read about these two all day. She published the second part and oh my gosh it’s so incredibly perfect I could scream. This was just such a beautiful journey every step of the way.

Milestone by @1kook is probably one of the first brother’s best friend BTS fics I read and it is amazing. I adore it so much. Because Jungkook is your brother’s best friend he is there for every milestone in your life. But you’ve both grown up now and neither of you are kids anymore. It’s hot. Like really hot. Dialogue and set up are so sharp and fast paced I really loved every second.

Young God by @njssi is scorching hot smut with complicated feelings and warm revelations. You think it’s going somewhere and then it goes somewhere else and honestly it is so awesome the whole time. Jungkook was always your brother’s sweet little friend, but he’s returned determined to show you that he is all grown up.

Tease by @caiuscassiuss floored me. I loved it so much! I spent the whole story just squealing happily about everything. This story has it all. It’s scorching hot. It’s enemies-to-lovers. It’s Taehyung. Jungkook’s sister and Kim Taehyung do not get along AT all—so she decides to bring him to his knees by making him desperate for her. It’s a wild and completely awesome ride.

Wasabi by @ironicarmy is a classic. Hobi is a bad boy that Namjoon vehemently refuses to let near his precious baby sister. But love is too strong a force and soon Hobi and the clever object of his desire decide that some things are worth fighting for. It’s a really sweet story of facing challenges and relying on the people you love. Warm and fuzzy feelings abound, but it’s also super hot.

Forbidden by @btssmutgalore is a masterwork blueprint for this trope. Hobi is a carefree player who falls brutally for Taehyung’s sister. They two of them eventually give in to a VERY steamy series of secret encounters and feelings get very involved. This is hot, suspenseful, and emotionally satisfying. Excellent characterizations as well.

Prohibido by @personasintro is an office AU with a twist. Namjoon is not only her brother’s best friend, he is also her boss and the two of them have incredible chemistry. Watching them pretend that they’re not insanely attracted to each other is so endearing and hot. Reader is convinced her feelings are one-sided. It’s lovely and fun. Definitely a slow burn, but worth it.

Strawberry Kisses by @kimnjss is a fic that I devoured in one sitting and then re-read again immediately. Jeon Jungkook is a player who matches with a girl on a dating app and has no idea she is the sister of his revered mentor and close friend, Min Yoongi. I laughed. I cried. I GASPED OUT LOUD a bunch. It was a whole thing. This is a hybrid social media/written AU and it’s pretty much perfect.

Tempestuous by @ppersonna is so special to me because it was written at the very beginning of my friendship with Lindy. She was looking for requests and I was quick to request my favorite trope. Lindy is bae now and this fic she wrote is marvelous. You are forced to spend the weekend in the same house with your sexy arch-rival Taehyung who just so happens to be your brother’s best friend. Naturally snarky hotness ensues.

Off Limits @floralseokjin is basically a famous entry when it comes to this trope. It’s a Jin fic and Miss Jordan writes EXQUISITE Jin characterizations. There is a hint of mistaken (or unknown) identity in this one which makes it even more fun. Sparks fly between you and a devilishly charming Kim Seokjin at a party. You don’t find out until later who he really is—and why he’s off limits.

And finally I’ll recommend my own Brother’s Best Friend fic All I Want for Christmas is You featuring a charming Taehyung who falls for Jimin’s sister. Jimin basically blackmails his best friend into escorting his sister to several holiday galas. Tae and Jimin’s sister have never gotten along, but they soon discover (through multiple pranks and mishaps) that love (and desire) are out of their control.

Not Your Fairytale by @yeojaa is incredibly sweet and tender. Erin really does emotion so well and her Yoongi characterization is honestly so nuanced and brilliant. This story is about a girl who had her heart broken and instead of canceling the cake tasting she scheduled with her philandering ex-fiancé, she wrangles the tsundere best friend of her brother to pretend to be him.

Brother’s Best Friend by @bts-hyperfixation is a short and sweet moment between two people who have been fighting their attraction for each other. It is so hot and delicious I tell you. You’re in trouble and the person you call is probably the person you shouldn’t—but you aren’t the only one willing to take a risk tonight.

Off Limits by @kaddiiction will break your heart and put it back together again. This one was recommended to me by a reader and I cannot thank them enough. It is fantastic. Jimin is a player but he crosses the line when he begins a liaison with his best friend’s sister. Still there is far more to this situation—and Jimin—than meets the eye.

꧁Best Friend’s Brother꧂

Orectic by @gimmesumsuga is one of my favorite fics of all time. It is a hybrid fic where the reader is a cat hybrid and Hoseok is the brother of her best friend who comes to stay with her while her bestie is away... It is so tender yet SO HOT. I’m telling you I cannot even keep count of how many times I have read it.

Theophany by @ilikemesometaetaes was a JOURNEY. It made me so emotional. Like the story centers around art a lot, but let me tell you, this fic IS art. Jimin is just the man of my whole dreams in this piece as the brother of a former best friend with an irresistible allure. It is a coming of age story with the most beautiful twist. AND THE LOVE SCENE—oh my gosh I screamed it was so good. This story is just so so good.

Run by @neonlights92 is Jungkook’s story in the mafia universe I am COMPLETELY OBSESSED WITH. You don’t have to read the whole series to understand it (BUT YOU SHOULD). This is best friend’s brother meets arranged marriage and honestly it’s fantastic. Jungkook doesn’t do love and affection and being forced into an arranged marriage with his sister’s friend who has always had a crush on him is just a blow to his freedom... or is she? GAH! This story—like all the stories in this universe—is superb.

The Magic to Happiness by @readyplayerhobi is a best friend’s brother meets teachers AU meets Hogwarts AU. Now... all of those are top tier tropes so finding them together is like winning the lottery. Hobi was once just a skinny kid who had obvious heart eyes for you (his sister’s best friend) but now he’s tall and confident and really attractive. The magic of this story is evident in every word of the sweet relationship that blooms between these two.

Problem with You by @monvante is so sweet and kind of hilarious. I giggled so much! Jungkook is your best friend’s brother and he is kind of too perfect and too handsome and he’s always around and you hate him and he hates you... Right? When you cross paths with the infuriating Jeon Jungkook at your best friend’s wedding, you discover that you may have been wrong about a great many things.

Show Me Yours and I’ll Show You Mine by @ktheist is so so SO fabulous. I was obsessed with this (now complete) series from the very first installment. You and Tae are besties who have know each other since you were little kids, but lately Tae’s older brother Jin has been lookin mighty fine. Just how far can you push him till he breaks. And if he breaks.... what then?

This list is BY NO MEANS exhaustive. I just used it to compile some of my FAVORITES in this particular trope.

➪ IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND FICS I SHOULD CHECK OUT PLEASE COMMENT (seriously please I love this trope so much) AND I WILL ADD THEM TO THIS LIST.

➪ Newer Additions are in PINK!

➪ Newest Additions are in BLUE

[bangtansmauyeondan]

MOONSTRUCK | Part 18 (1 of 2) Wake Up Call

Pairing: Seokjin x Fem Reader | Namjoon x Fem Reader

Genre: F2L, social media au, soulmates au, office au, slow burn, fluff, implied smut, angst, slight crack, and drama. (Inspired by BTS - Moon)

Summary: You don’t know what the world looks like without Seokjin. Growing up in the same neighborhood, a low iron fence separating your family home and his, your lives have always been tangled up with each other. So much so, that after graduating college and securing your respective jobs, you decided to pack everything up and move to the same apartment building in the city— him, sharing a unit with his younger brother and his college bestfriend; you, sharing a unit with your younger brother and his equally chaotic bestfriend. Eternal neighbors thing, right? Or is that all there is to it?

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Jin woke up with a throbbing headache. He was up until the wee hours of the morning, playing Mario Kart in the living room, shutting out the world in the process. He skipped dinner and munched on some shine muscat while playing instead. He capped the night off by chugging down a can of draft beer before he succumed to sleep. With one eye still closed, he reached out for his phone on the night stand to check the time. Dead. The battery must have ran out the night before and he was too busy yelling at the little Italian plumber character on the screen to give two shits about his phone. It's Wednesday and it's a good thing he did not have to go to work this morning. He usually takes the middle of the week off from the restaurant because it's the least busy day of the week. He stirred in his bed enjoying the softness of the sheets. The fabric of his pajamas is cooling to the skin too. He chuckled a bit to himself after realizing he's wearing the light blue striped pajama set scattered with the face of the little alpaca character you love so much, while hugging the pillow of the same character too. Both of which, you have gifted to him before. He buried his face on the pillow and took a deep breath. He missed you. He still hasn't heard from you after he received the notification on his phone that you have already signed off on the flower delivery. You must be really mad at him, he thought. He has seen you get mad before but you don't strike him as someone who holds a grudge. After all, he's known you since forever. You two have had your fair share of fights before but it's nothing that he couldn't fix with ice cream and a good apology (I'm sorry. It will not happen again. What do I need to do to make you feel better?). He's known you inside out, so much so, that before you even tell him what he needs to do to make you feel better, he's already putting it into action. But now? He's got nothing. Not even a text. Not even anything on social media... and it makes him feel 100x more like an idiot. What happened, Seokjin? What have you done?

He's pulled out of his thoughts by his grumbling stomach. He just wanted to stay in bed all day but he's hungry and he needs to eat something to silence the little monster in his tummy. He sleepily got out of bed, hair sticking out in all directions and the top button of his alpaca pajamas undone. He dragged himself out of his room and the first thing he spotted is a blank canvas that Taehyung has set up on an easel in the living room. He trudges his way to the kitchen, but as he passed the blank canvas, he felt an intense pull from the paint brushes and the little tubs of acrylic paint. Without much of a thought, he picked up the widest brush in the bunch, dipped it in the blue paint and smeared a wide wiggly line across the canvas. "Ocean to catch salmon from," he muttered under his breath before putting the brush down and continuing his journey to the kitchen.

"AAAAIIISHSHHSH WOAH WOAH WOAH!!!" he screamed in surprise, stumbling back against the wall when he entered the kitchen and spotted you plating what looks like a proper Korean breakfast spread.

"Good morning, Seokjin," you greeted him with a small smile and you almost burst out laughing because he's still pressed up against the wall, eyes still wide in surprise. "Come have breakfast with me."

With furrowed eyebrows, he cautiously walked towards you and poked your left cheek with his forefinger.

"Ow! What are you doing? It's me, I'm real. I'm here," you rolled your eyes at him. "Now sit down and let's eat, I'm hungry." When he's still rooted in his position, without muttering a single word, you pushed him to the other side of the table and forced him to sit down. "I know what you're thinking. I got the flowers, they're beautiful. Thank you," you patted his shoulders, "Now eat, and THEN we'll talk."

"Can we skip to the good part?" he grins at you hopefully.

"Aren't you the one who always say that we need to go through the tunnel to get to the other side?"

"Touché," he nodded before tucking into the bokkeumbap bowl you have prepared for him.

You made kimchi bokkeumbap using your mother’s homemade kimchi, topped off with a sunny side up egg, toasted sesame seeds, and roasted laver flakes. Your mother packed two huge containers of kimchi— one for you to take home, and one for her “other sons— Seokjin and Taehyung.” You also prepared a side of pollock roe jeotgal and seasoned cucumbers, along with two tall glasses of iced americano. This breakfast spread is totally up Jin’s alley, but for some reason, it looks to you as if he’s not enjoying the food as he keeps on taking small bites and sighing once in a while. A tense silence between you two lingered in the air while you tuck into your food, until he drew in a sigh again.

"You know, my mom will not be impressed when she finds out you're not ejoying her kimchi," you teased, reaching for your coffee to take a sip.

Jin smiled, one that doesn't reach his eyes. The muscle on his jaw twitched just as his ears turned a few shades of red, "Trust me, upsetting another Jeon woman is the last thing I need."

"Mmm-hmn..."

Jin put down his chopsticks and slouched in his seat, "Yn..." he croaked, sleep still apparent in his voice, his eyes searched for yours before he continued. "You know I didn't mean anyth—" he was cut abruptly by your hand gripping his on the table.

"I know," you felt him squeeze your hand back. "Save the apologies, Seokjin. I was shit-faced drunk that night and I was being dramatic. I was in the wrong, I shouldn't have left you at the party. I should have answered your texts and your calls. I..." you paused before abandoning his hand and reaching up to gently touch his face, "I'm sorry I hit you." He closed his eyes and smiled before nuzzling his face against your hand.

"You can hit me 10x more, you know," he winked.

"And what, risk ruining your Worldwide Handsome face? No sir."

"It was out of line for me to say all those things, Yn. So I'm sorry, I can't just 'save the apologies,' hmn? I was just..." he shook his head, "I was just angry and worried and I know those are just excuses, but I really am sorry,” sincerity lacing his voice.

“Okay. Okay, forgiven,” you smiled.

"So..." Jin picked up his chopsticks again, actually starting to enjoy the meal after the tense start. "Are you going to tell me what happened that night and will you introduce me to your new boyfriend?"

You laughed timidly while stirring your coffee with the glass straw, "You mean Yoongi?"

His heart dropped to his stomach. He casually mentioned the word 'boyfriend' to see your reaction, and he was hoping you would deny it, you could—

"Yoongi is not my boyfriend."

Oh.

"Umm, okay... then who is this guy and how come I don't know him?"

"He's the guy who owns the music store-slash-studio across the building. He's the one who fixed "THE ukulele," and we bumped into each other at the cafe when—" Jin winced before rubbing his eyes, "—are you okay?"

"I was up late, woke up with a throbbing headache and possibly hungover from one single can of draft beer because I'm an old man."

"Ha. Serves you right!" Despite the teasing, you pushed back your chair and made your way around the table to stand behind Jin. Using your forefinger and middle finger on both hands, you applied gentle pressure on his temples and massaged them in circular motion.

"Ahhh, so good," Jin groaned as he leaned back and rested his head against your stomach.

"How good on a scale of 1 to 5?"

"A solid 7," Jin continued making noises that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter. Leaving his temples, you ran your thumbs down the back of his neck and stopped at the base where his neck meets his shoulders and massaged it with steady pressure too. At this point, Jin already had his eyes closed and he could probably fall back asleep any minute.

“Okay, that's it. I'm done. Go continue with your breakfast, I have to go run somewhere."

You turned to make your way out of the kitchen when suddenly, you felt a tug on your arm, and the next thing you knew, you're engulfed in Jin's tight embrace. With your face against the beating of his heart, you could just about make out the faint smell of his favorite cologne— cedar and coconut. "Too tight," your voice is muffled against his chest. Jin adjusted his grip on you before nuzzling his face against your hair, "I missed you, hug me back. I'm sorry," he planted a kiss on the side of your head as you snaked your arms around his waist and closed your eyes.

Hoseok's booming voice and infectious laughter interrupted your little moment. "I knew it!" he announced as he entered the kitchen and went straight to your vacated chair, helping himself onto some food. "I knew you two can't breathe without each other," he continued talking with his mouth full, pointing at both of you with his chopsticks.

"Yeah yeah sure sure, hurry up, you're gonna be late for work and Yejin would snarl at you again," you said as you wiggled your way out of Jin's grip.

"Taehyung offered to drive me. He's in the shower."

Jin remembered something you said a while ago, "Hey, where are you off to? You're on work leave for a week right?"

"I'm grabbing groceries. Jungkook and Jimin have been living off of instant ramyeon and convenience store food again," you picked up an apple from the fruit bowl, took a bite, and turned on your heels for the door, "Go shower, you're coming with me."

"Yes, ma'am."

You made your way to the door oblivious to the fact that Jin had kept his eyes on you. You stepped out into the halls and the last thing you heard before completely closing the door right behind you was Taehyung's frustrated voice.

"YAAAHH! Who ruined my canvas?!"

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A/N : Part 18– 2 of 2 is coming soon!

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