#park jimin idol verse

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BTS Fic Recs ☆ Tumblr (ii)

These are all available on tumblr as of April 2024. Some are likely crossposted on ao3 as well.

~Ao3 RECS HERE~ ~Recs (i)~ ~Recs (iii)~

Almost all are complete works, those with “+” after WC are incomplete. Most are BTS x (F!)Reader.

Most of these are Mature or Explicit (usually because of smut) ~ mdni ~ italicized titles rated G or T ~ Please read responsibly

If any authors tagged here wish to be removed/untagged, please lmk!

F2L = friends to lovers ; E2L = enemies to lovers ; FE2L = frenemies to lovers ; R2L = rivals to lovers ; BFB = best friend's brother ; BBF = brother's best friend etc

OT7/Multi

☆ Crescent Bound series by @parkhabits | Werewolf AU | 32k+

☆ Tainted Souls series by @mininky | ?2l Vampire au, Canon Idol-verse | ?k

Kim Namjoon

☆ He Loves Me series by @bratzkoo | Sugar Daddy AU | 11k +epilogue to come

Kim Seokjin

☆ How to Fake A Boyfriend series by @bts-reveries | F2L Fake Dating AU, Youtuber AU, SMAU | ?k

☆ the taming of the bridezilla by @cinnaminsvga | F2L Fake Dating AU | 7k

☆ Arrogant by @dreamyjoons | FWB2L Uni AU | 7k

Min Yoongi

☆ bloom by @aquagustd | BBF AU | 15k

☆ want a taste by @suga-kookiemonster | S2F2L Mall AU, Rapper AU | 18k

☆ Private Lesson by @dntaewithluv | FWB2L Pianist AU | 6k

☆ what's poppin' by @joonberriess | Sugar Daddy AU, Canon Idol-verse | 2k

☆ angel by @joonberriess | Established Relationship, Canon Idol-verse | 7k

☆ honey bunny by @lonelyhobi | Established Relationship AU | 6k

☆ boseong breakfast by @honeymoonjin | S2F2L B&B AU | 24k

☆ subscribed by @aquagustd | S2L Uni AU, Camboy AU | 15k

☆ eargasm + eargasm, pt 2 by @lavishedinjimin | S2L Phone Sex AU, kind of Uni AU | 24k

☆ first love series by @clouditae | F2L Uni AU, Tattoo Artist AU | ?k

☆ skin deep series by @aquaminwrites | S2F2L Tattoo Artist AU | 47k

☆ ink petals by @yminie | S2F2L Florist AU, Tattoo Artist AU | 11k

☆ love is for the birds, baby by @mininky | (F)E2L Tattoo Artist AU, Author AU | 13k

☆ Arranged series by @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong | ?2L Arranged Marriage AU, Chaebol AU | 111k

☆ punch drunk by @joonbird | R2L Boxer AU, Rival's Sister AU | 33k

☆ Sweet like Candy series by @lysjeon | E2L SMAU | ?k

☆ loser baby series by @dejayoonw | R2L SMAU, Witch AU, Uni AU, kind of Hogwarts AU | ?k

☆ heaven's winter by @jksangelic | Supernatural AU, Angel AU, Historical AU | 19k

☆ under the sun by @mirahuyooo | Greek Mythology AU, Greek Gods AU, Historical AU | 25k

Jung Hoseok

☆ baseline by @jiminrings | R2L Teacher AU | 3k

☆ Hot & Bothered by @sahmfanficbts | Gardener AU | 3k

☆ the art of war by @wwilloww | F2E2L Historical AU, Arranged Marriage AU, Royal AU | 5k

Park Jimin

☆ kiss the girl by @sketchguk | F2L Disneyland AU, Coworkers AU | 5k

☆ the happiest place on earth by @dovechim | F2L Disneyland AU, Coworkers AU | 24k

☆ florezco by @honeymoonjin | S2F2L Roommate AU | 24k

☆ Midnight Munchies by @yoongihime | Deliveryboy AU, Uni AU | 2k

Kim Taehyung

☆ good girls go bad series by @jkstompers | S2F2L Uni AU | 46k

☆ paper cranes by @aquaminwrites | F2L AU | 18k

☆ rubies and roses by @min-youngis | S2?2L Fake Dating AU, Chaebol AU | 40k

Jeon Jungkook

☆ Part-Time Lover by @sketchguk | Fake Marriage AU, Agent AU, Journalist AU, Spy x Family AU | 31k

☆ the art of series by @venusianguk | S2F2FWB2L Grocery Store AU, Single Parent AU | 95k+

☆ Heartbreak Trials by @dreamyjoons | R2L Roommate AU | 14k

☆ Stress Relief by @strawbkoo | F2L Roommate AU, Uni AU | 5k

☆ ego series by @suga-kookiemonster | F2L Uni AU, Fboy AU | 97k

☆ Confident series by @h0neypjm | FWB2L Uni AU, Fboy AU | 23k

☆ what money can buy by @jeonstudios | Sugar Baby AU | 18k

☆ rich people shit by @nochueso | S2L Uni AU, Chaebol AU, Sugar Daddy AU but you're the same age? idk | 11k

☆ Diamond in the Rough series by @kimvtae | S2F2L Chaebol AU | 25k

☆ glitter & disquiet series by @joheunsaram | Youtuber AU, Chaebol AU, CEO AU | 36k + drabble

☆ oxytocin by @chemicalpink | FE2L Chaebol AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 6k

☆ the lottery offering by @skswriting | S2L Werewolf AU, kind of Arranged Marriage AU | 22k

☆ to tame a god series by @jeonstudios | S2L Werewolf AU, Supernatural AU | 50k

☆ This Mortal Coil by @jinfizz | BFF2L Werewolf AU | 40k

☆ Temptation series by @aiimaginesbts | Werewolf AU | 25k

☆ Law of Nature by @ausblack | F2L Hybrid AU | ?k

☆ deal by @jeonstudios | S2L Demon AU | 20k

☆ calling you cool by @kithtaehyung | S2L Rock Band AU | 12k

☆ his by @thvhoe | R2L BBF AU, Band AU | 6k

☆ most undesirable by @kinktae | S2L Regency/Bridgerton AU | 5k

☆ bad delivery by @jeonstudios | Deliveryboy AU | 5k

☆ Accelerate series by @dreamscript | S2L Racer AU | 8k

Overall Favourite Authors (If I recc'd all their works like I want to/more than I have, I'd have to make this series even longer >.<)

☆ @eoieopda's masterlist

☆ @gimmethatagustd's masterlist

☆ @helenazbmrskai's masterlist

☆ @jeonstudios's masterlist

☆ @jjungkookislife's masterlist

☆ @jkstompers's masterlist

☆ @lovesickjoon's masterlist

☆ @sketchguk's masterlist

happy reading!

[m-yg93]

Room For Rent ~ A Bangtan Collab

Living with a roommate isn’t always smooth sailing. Whether it's being plagued by a history of conflict, having met under bizarre circumstances or simply falling in love with the one person you know you shouldn't be falling for. Are you ready to put pen to paper and sign away on that room for rent?

After all, “the fate that brings people together is not a cord so easily cut”

Posting January 2023

*All works in this collab are marked 18+. Minors DNI*

→ title: Knocked by @sailoryooons

→ pairing: Streamer!Seokjin x f. Reader

→ genre(s)&au(s):  Roommates to lovers, smut, humor

→ summary: Living with people is difficult, but all things considered, your new roommate isn’t terrible. He cooks, he cleans, and if you had to be honest - he was incredibly attractive. But his habit of streaming until the early hours of the morning while yelling and making other questionable noises has pushed you to the limit. You’ve finally decided to risk your sanity and put it all on the line with a reckless bet in hopes of getting some peace and quiet at night.

→ title: Bad Decisions by @jjungkookislife

→ pairing: Tech Support!Yoongi x f. Reader

→ genre(s)&au(s):  Friends to lovers, fluff, smut

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

→ title : Down To Ddaeng by @jeonjcngkook

→ pairing : rapper!hoseok x public relations!reader

→ genre(s)&au(s) : strangers to enemies to lovers, idol verse, one bed, smut & angst

→ summary : jhs is known to the world as the megastar rap god who broke the boundaries of rap music by taking the genre and turning it on it's head to a whole new level. and with his newfound fame comes his first headline slot at the world famous lollapalooza stage. but with thoughtless antics and terrible tabloids rocking his image; this is becoming a bigger issue for his upcoming show. management are forced to intervene to keep jhs from collapsing not only himself but the company's reputation.

you know what they say, keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer.

→ title: Solace by @m-yg93

→ pairing: Producer!Namjoon x f. Reader

→ genre(s)&au(s):  Roommates to lovers, smut, fluff

→ summary: Namjoon thought getting used to a new roommate would take time and adaptation but you fit yourself into his apartment with ease. He swears he only landed in your bed to keep you safe in his arms when you get spooked by the storm. Surely he can blame the eventual lack of clothing on the summer’s heat stroke. 

→ title: Down And Out by @minisugakoobies

→ pairing: Boxer!Jiminx f. Reader

→ genre(s)&au(s): smut, angst, strangers to lovers, Roommates!AU, Boxer!AU

→ summary: Former boxing champ Park Jimin’s been down so long, he’s forgotten what it’s like to win. On the verge of throwing in the towel, his life changes when you walk through his door in search of a place to stay. Can he swing his way back to the top, now that he has something to fight for?

→ title: Artist’s Block by @bangtanintotheroom

→ pairing: Artist!Taehyung x Roommate!(F)Reader

→ genre(s)&au(s):  Non-Idol!AU, Roommate!AU, Smut, Humor, Roommates to Lovers

→ summary: With the amount of people that came in and out of your artist roommate’s studio, you were under the impression that he really got around. One day, you approach him, only to find out just what he’s been up to; trying to overcome artist’s block. Wanting to help, you come up with an idea that might help him fix his problem.

→ title: Quit Playing! by @joheunsaram

→ pairing: Cosplayer!JK x Reader

→ genre(s)&au(s): roommates au, enemies to lovers, cosplayer au

→ summary: Your roommate was a passive aggressive demon from hell. Not only did he snub you the first time you met him, but he has turned your apartment into a post-it covered junkyard, making you lose all hope of relaxing at home. Perhaps the cute Spider-Man cosplayer you ran into at comic con would be a welcomed change to get you out of this funk.

[jung-shook-iieee]

Masterlist.

18+. Female reader. Do not copy or repost my work.

DISCLAIMER: My works contains dark content, yandere, dubcon, cnc etc such themes, I also write soft themes but I'm more into dark au's! , so please do read the warnings, genre, tags before diving further into my works.

Second thing, I do not own any bts members. I just write in a form of Fiction and i would never want them to act this way in reality, I also do not encourage cnc, dubcon such heavy topics in reality. There's a line between fictional World and real world please do understand that. <;3

And lastly, it's my second account. Tumblr really sucks, I lost my first acc and I'm starting fresh again, so please do help me by indulging with my blog. 🖤

°°kim Namjoon°°

*Hot wheels

⭃➳Pairings: idol Namjoon x reader (f)

➳ genre: idol verse, relationship au.

➳ summary: teasing namjoon when he goes live could never get you in serious trouble, right?

°°Kim Seokjin°°

* Daddy issues.

⭃Pairing: seokjin x (f) reader.

⭃ (Sugar baby / sugar daddy.)

(" You’re ruining your dress and makeup pretty. ” )

°°Jeon Jungkook°°

* Mine.

⭃Pairing : mob boss jk x chef reader (f)

⭃Genre : oneshot, mafia au, yandere.

(You stumbled upon something you shouldn't have, and now jungkook needs to make sure you stay silent.)

3:15

⭃Pairing : jk x venom x reader (f)

⭃Genre : dark au! , stalking, yandere.

⭃( Jungkook and venom really likes you. )

Regrets

⭃Pairing : jk x rader (f)

⭃Genre : angst, breakup drabble.

(" So this is it then? " You nodded your head with tears filling your eyes. , It is... I never meant to hurt you y/n." He swore and his doe eyes widened when he heard you sob. But you did. You did jungkook. " You whispered. )

°°Min Yoongi°°

⭃On the low

⭃Pairing : assassin yoongi x assassin reader (f)

⭃Genre : oneshot, assassin au, smut.

⭃ Yoongi hates you, but does he?

°° Jung Hoseok °°

➳Thinkin' bout you

➳Pairings: mafia hoseok x reader (f)

➳word count : 6k ( sorry lol)

➳ genre : Cnc smut, oneshot. ( with a little plot.)

°°Park Jimin°°

⭃Darkside part two

⭃pairing : jimin x reader

⭃genre ; arrange marriage au, dark themed. ( 2/2)

⭃summary: after the demise of your father, you were forced to marry a mob boss who was a decade older than you. Jimin has always been ruthless and marrying someone like him wasn't your first choice, but living with him made you crave for his attention. For getting his attention you were repeatedly acting out until one day he decided to take the matter in his own hands.

°° Kim Taehyung°°

➳ anon req drabble.

[rainbowsuitcase]

Fanfic Rec Friday #4

Linked are the fics and the authors' tumblr or other social media accounts

willow by KimchiNoona - Jimin x Jungkook, 54 007 words, M - Fantasy AU, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Secrets

Jungkook is chased from his home for the horns on his head, but fate brings him to the door of one Park Jimin.

is this love? by sweetbubble3 - Seokjin x Yoongi, 9 372 words, G - Exes to Lovers, Famous AU

Four months after breaking up, Yoongi logs into his and Jin’s Stardew Valley co-op farm only to find that Jin has been playing without him.

spring will come back by sopemoon - Yoongi x Everyone, 6 203 words, T - A/B/O, Pack OT7, Pack Omega Yoongi, Misunderstanding, Hurt/Comfort

Yoongi thinks his pack doesn't care about him, so he starts getting close to another pack, looking for comfort. His pack is not happy about it.

The Guardian verse by captainmentalstability - Hoseok x Jimin, Yoongi x Jungkook, Namjoon x Taehyung, 656 568 words, E/M - Bullying, Bigotry, Violence, Angst, Eventual Happy Ending

A very beautiful series about broken boys helping each other, with the help of a heavenly guardian. A lot of triggering topics, please check the tags.

Charming the Librarian by thestarskeepfalling - Yoongi x Namjoon, 21 799 words, E - Fantasy AU, Discrimination, Hurt/Comfort

The Seoul School of Sorcery's new professor Kim Namjoon is a popular one. Unlike Min Yoongi, whose only safe space is the school library.

More Than Enough by thestarskeepfalling - Hoseok x Taehyung, 40 181 words, T - A/B/O, Past Mpreg (Tae has a child), Unhealthy Relationship (Tae x OC), Hurt/Comfort

Taehyung's alpha spends too much time working and not enough time with him or their child. It hurts, but maybe his alpha's coworker Hoseok can make it better.

Boop by aprofessorstale - Yoongi x Jimin, 19 849 words, G - Soulmate AU, Cat Yoongi, Cat Jimin

Yoongi turns into a kitten when someone boops his nose. Jimin boops his nose.

Category Is: Soulmate Realness by vminsklaine - Jimin x Taehyung, 2 006 words, G - Drag Race AU, Celebrity Taehyung, Fluff, it's so cute istg guys

Jimin is a contestant of Drag Race and celebity judge Taehyung is blown away by him.

BONUS - Seokjin x Jungkook Twitter AU - 167 parts, Idol/Barista, Angst and Fluff

[sparklehoney7]

Nu ABO: A Memoir by Park Jimin

by: decompositionbooks

pairing: jimin/jungkook

info: chaptered 6/6 complete (34,478)

tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics / Alpha!Jungkook / Omega!jimin / Sort-of-not-really-omega!jimin / pretty much everybody loves jimin / Lots and lots of Pining / A little bit of angst / Mating Cycles/In Heat / Self-Lubrication / Sexual Content / Idol-Verse / Knotting

summary: The world didn't think it was necessary to give him a guide when it shoved all of these omega hormones at him, so here it is, Park Jimin's handbook on dealing with heats, unrequited love, and Jeon Jungkook.

link

[concealedrecs]

Fic: A Joyful Phrase (I Do)

Author: hkafterdark

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Kim Namjoon/Min Yoongi, Park Jimin/Kim Taehyung

Rating: Explicit

Length: 14110

Recommendation: This is one of my favorite idol-verse works, specifically for Namgi. It really hits to the heart of one of the things I love about the Namgi pairing - soft friendship built into something more over time. This work as a whole feels very authentic, organic, and I adore the way it compares and contrasts the more open adoration of the vmin pairing. Honestly recommend.

[mysmorgasbordoffantabulosa]

Didnt Tae say he wrote 4'0 clock when he had a fight with jimin?

Yes Tae said that, but it doesn't mean that's what it's about. I mean it's not like he's going to say this song is about JK when there are subtle references to queer love.

If you read the lyric you find out it more about JK and Jimin is helping Tae....

[Verse 1: V] One day I wrote a long, long letter to the moon It would not be brighter than you But I lit a small candle

This verse it about JK, he's moon so Tae has written something to JK, the thing that's brighter is the sun that's referenced later.

[Pre-Chorus: V] At a dusky park A nameless bird that sings Where are you Oh you Why are you crying You and I are the only ones here Me and you Oh you

This section is about Jimn, the bird that sings (birds usually sing high), a lot of people assume the "where are you" and "why are you crying" parts are Tae talking to Jimin, but it's actually the opposite. Tae was upset by something and Jimin is try to cheer him up here. Yes it could be the dumpling incident, but I feel it's over the moon, or why else would Tae write a letter to it?

[Chorus: V] Following into the deep night The sound of you singing Brings the red morning A step, and another step The dawn passes And when that moon falls asleep The blue shade that stayed with me disappears

The chorus is where Jimin, is singing to cheer Tae up but towards the end the moon (JK) has fallen asleep and it's (his) blue shade has disappear, i.e. JK's eyes aren't on him.

[Verse 2: RM] Even today, I live moderately I walk in pace, moderately wearing down The sun suffocates me And the world strips me naked I can't help it, there's no other way I collect myself that's shattered beneath the moonlight I call you moonchild We are the children of the moon I breathe the cold night air Yes we're livin' and dyin' At the same time But you can open your eyes for now Just like that movie, like the line (from the movie) The entire world is blue inside the moonlight

RM's verse is fascinating, whilst not entirely about JK/Tae, it makes references... The last three lines make a direct reference to the Movie Moonlight, that Tae also loved and referenced several times in V Lives. The film is very queer and in the film the there are scenes with a very clear blue tone/light to them.

The verse also talks about the stresses of work and life as an idol "I live moderately... I walk in pace, moderately wearing down... The sun suffocates me... And the world strips me naked" are all clear references to the struggles they deal with. Here the moon is healing.

The rest of the song repeats the verses/chorus already sung, but ends with a slightly modified end of a chorus.

[Outro: V] A step, and another step The dawn passes And when that moon falls asleep The blue shade that stayed with me

In the main chorus, the last line ends with "The blue shade that stayed with me disappears" but here the disappears is missing with suggests that Tae and Moon are still together, but whilst the moon is asleep it's still with him.

So overall the song is about Jimin helping Tae overcome his sadness, about the moon (JK) and by the end there is some hope that there is some peace.

[effielumiere]

I posted 1,149 times in 2022

That's 688 more posts than 2021!

93 posts created (8%)

1,056 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@everythingfox

@ursulaismymiddlename

@ardentlyoon

@sopejinsunflower

@jung-koook

I tagged 142 of my posts in 2022

#bts - 88 posts

#park jimin - 52 posts

#min yoongi - 43 posts

#suga - 42 posts

#jimin - 38 posts

#jung hoseok - 37 posts

#jeon jungkook - 35 posts

#kim namjoon - 34 posts

#jungkook - 34 posts

#kim taehyung - 34 posts

Longest Tag: 69 characters

#i sent tumblr a request asking about the tip button in southeast asia

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Girl of My Dreams: Chapter 2 - Blanket Kick (Embarrassed)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Soulmates AU , Age Gap and Drama.

Warning(s): Cursing. Underage reader in flashbacks (Yoongi is aware, momentarily forgot when he tried to kiss her. TRIED. SPOILER). The lyrics are not in order like they are in the song, and the lyrics aren't just Yoongi's parts, they also kinda reflect Yoongi's thoughts during those moments. UNEDITED!

Legend:

"English words that are said as is and or/ translated from English to Korean OR Vice Versa, depending on the POV"

"Korean words"

>Lyrics&lt;

Word count: 3.6k including lyrics.

A/N: Thank you @/doolsetbangtan on twitter for translating the lyrics and explaining every verse and phase of every song by BTS❤️ Please go check out her wordpress blog, she's really cool and her work helped me a lot with writing this series.

Disclaimer: Just a quick reminder to y'all of course that, of course I don't own BTS. And that this story is just an idea of mine, the boys being geniuses they are wrote the songs with a different idea on mind, this is just my wishful thinking on writing lol.

If you want to be added to the taglist of this series, please ask here. or If you want to be part of the permanent taglist and get notified every time I post a new story. And if you want to read more, check out my Park Jimin story!

Don't forget to leave a like, reblog this story and please leave a feedback on what you think about this story :)

Can be read as a stand-alone, but this is part of a series: Read Part One here.

&lt; one | masterlist | three >

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2014

Flight number DL6310 has been cancelled. Passengers of this flight please approach the nearest information desk.

"Oh you have got to be shitting me!" I exclaimed at the board making a few people around glare at me. I walked towards the information desk where they rescheduled my flight to the following week if weather conditions at home got better in the next two days. Once that was settled, I hurriedly ran out of the airport with my hand carry and backpack, and hailed a cab back to my hotel to book a room for another two days, instead of going back to my cousin's house. As I laid on the bed, relishing the cold air of the air conditioner when I decided to take a shower and change clothes before taking an afternoon cat nap. Rummaging through my backpack for something to wear when my book fell out of my bag. Picking it up, I examine the cover and flip the pages with my thumb, stopping at a page I bookmarked with a random receipt that had scribbles. Reading what I wrote.

'Suga. Rapper guy from South Korea. Laundromat. Santa Monica Pier. 3pm tomorrow. '

I stare at the words I wrote for a good second before I finally remember what it was about and who was Suga. I got up leaving the book on the bed as I went to the bathroom to shower, music playing loudly on my phone that I carried with me.

As I was lathering up my body with soap, with shampoo in my eyes when my brain decided to wake up and reminded me that I met Suga yesterday, and that '3pm tomorrow' is 3pm. Today.

"That cannot be today!" I scoff as I reach for my phone and see that it was already 2:45pm making me gasp dropping the phone on the sink as I duck my head back under the shower head trying to hurriedly finish rinsing, "You fucking irresponsible idiot!" I yell, scolding myself as I rubbed shampoo off of my stinging eyes.

Getting on a cab, I give the driver directions telling him to floor it as I silently pray I don't start smelling like sweat by the time i got to my destination fanning myself with the map of California that I had first bought when I arrived earlier in the summer. We were near the pier when the traffic started, the street looked like a damned parking lot. I looked outside the window wondering if I could make it if I either walk fast or run.

"Does this always happen?" I asked exasperatedly at the driver, staring to feel down that I might not see Suga or meet his friends.

"It gets worse to be honest with you," the old man says "The pier is just over there you see?" he points a shaky finger at the ferris wheel "You could just run to get there or walk, I just hope your date doesn't mind if you start smelling like the ocean and sweat combined," he kindly smiles.

"It's really a date, but I hope he doesn't mind the scent," I smile as I start to pull out a few notes and handed it to him "Keep the change, sir. Take care!"

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66 notes - Posted March 15, 2022

#4

The Companion 3

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Drama, Comedy (hopefully lol)

Summary: A year after all their world tour was cancelled with the announcement of the pandemic, Jimin goes through a roller coaster of emotions and he can barely his emotions and he's trying so hard to stay happy. Namjoon and Jin suggested to get a puppy when they got drunk but Joon thought a human companion sounded funny to his drunken brain, not knowing that Jimin took his word seriously. When he finally finds the one who's going to be his human emotion companion, he wonders if she's up for it? And most importantly, he wonders how things would play out with him being Park Jimin and her being... well, a fan... an ARMY to be precise.

Warning(s): Fluff. Bit of pandemic talk. Sentences in italics are Korean words translated to English. UNEDITED!

Word count: 2k

A/N: We're back to Y/N's pov. I was supposed to post this on Sunday but I fell asleep too early, my sleep cycle is fcked because of insomnia.

Fun fact: this was supposed to be a hybrid!Jimin fanfic. 👀.... I can turn it into that we still got time i guess.. lemme know what you think, comment down beloowww. Search author_effie on the birdapp.

Sorry it's pretty short. Enjoyyyy

&lt; twopointfive | masterlist | threepointfive >

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I stare at the empty lobby of Hybe waiting as per the instruction of Jimin. It's been two weeks since the trip to the grocery and the last time I saw Jimin, and within that time Jimin and I settled for phone calls and when he had the time, video calls usually before midnight. But little did he know I slept past 3am due to the what seemed to be never ending jetlag.

"Ms. Y/N?" I heard a voice call my name, looking up I see the receptionist bowing. I bow back as I greet her "Good morning,"

"This way please," she says as she leads me to a door guarded by security. She reaches over to the guard who hands her an ID with a black lanyard that she hands to me. It had my picture from my resume and my name in English under the Korean characters, along with my job title, Executive Secretary. If they only knew...

Before entering the elevator, she teaches me how to use the biometrics system to clock in whenever I arrive and to enter the code I'll receive from Jimin. The ride up the elevator was silent and quick, as soon as we arrived at our designated floor she leads me towards another door that had another security guard waiting outside.

"She's Park Jimin's personal assistant," she informs them as they nod and open the door for me. I say my thanks and walk in as quietly as I can. The room was filled thumping, squeaking and loud music playing on the speakers of an English song I didn't recognize, but the voices I definitely recognized. Eyes gazing around the large, somewhat dark room that looked a basketball court inside the building I find seven men singing and dancing to a new song. Their manager walks up to me and greets me with a smile, hand extended to shake my hand.

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76 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

#3

Girl of My Dreams: Chapter 3 - Miss Right in her Converse High

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Soulmates AU, Age Gap and Drama.

Chapter Warning(s): Cursing. Underage reader in flashbacks (Yoongi is aware). The lyrics are not in order like they are in the song, and the lyrics aren't just Yoongi's parts, they can also reflect Yoongi's thoughts or it just fits with the moment. UNEDITED!

Chapter Legend:

"English words that are said as is and or/ translated from English to Korean"

"Korean words"

>Lyrics&lt;

Word count: 4.8k including lyrics.

A/N: Again, thank you @/doolsetbangtan on twitter for translating the lyrics and explaining every verse and phase of every song by BTS❤️ Please go check out her wordpress blog, she's really cool and her work helped me a lot with writing this series. Grab your tissues... maybe? Also, I let this just flow on it's own... so, confuse hajima? lol Enjoy! Oh btw, it was my first day of work last Friday, so the writing is gonna be a bit slow😅 Sorry, but I'll try my best💜 Next update might be for The Companion, I haven't updated it in almost 3 weeks me finks. Imma stop talking, enjoooyyyy!

Disclaimer: Just a quick reminder that, of course I don't own BTS. And that this story is just an idea of mine, the boys being geniuses they are wrote the songs with a different idea on mind, this is just my wishful thinking on writing lol.

If you want to be added to the taglist of this series, please ask here. or If you want to be part of the permanent taglist and get notified every time I post a new story. And if you want to read more, check out my Park Jimin story!

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Can be read as a stand-alone, but this is part of a series:

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Present - 2021

"Namjoon-ah,"

"Yes, hyung?"

"Would you bail me out of jail?"

Namjoon stares at me as if I've lost my mind, he's not wrong. It's been years since I've lost my mind, I just keep growing more and more insane.

"What makes you say that hyung?"

>Converse converse i really hate a converse&lt;

"She still wears those god damned shoes," I grunt as I close the car door too hard making Jungkook who was sitting in the back with Hobi whining and complaining about how I shut the door to hard. Namjoon chuckles as he gently closes the passenger door and walks up next to me, "You've been saying that for years, hyung. Fuck, you even wrote a great track out of it."

"I don't know if she's playing dumb with me or if she's just fucking clueless that it's about her," I huff as I watch her run towards an ice cream truck, "It's literally me telling her to wear something aside from those damn shoes, she'd look in something else,"

>On your gorgeous appearance, black sheer tights and stilettos will be good

Yeah, they’ll be too good to be true

But, what will suit you even better are Jordan numbers

Together with your body, it turns me on even more&lt;

"So you did say in the song," Namjoon agrees "Maybe she thinks its just another song of ours,"

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#2

Girl of My Dreams Masterlist

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Angst (squint in tiny), Friends to Lovers, Soulmates AU, Age Gap and Drama.

Summary: Every one has always wondered why Yoongi was good with words especially when it comes to the topic of love. It wasn't a question of why, but who. Who made him think of love that way? Who was his muse? Who was the muse that always made Yoongi smile like he won the damn lottery? Who made him laugh even in situations where he had to be serious? If you ask him, he'll just smile and blush, but if you ask the other members they would smile at Yoongi then look at you and start giggling like gossiping high schoolers.

Warnings: Underage reader (first few chapters). Lyrics in the chapters are not in order. Mentioned lyrics are not just Yoongi's parts. Warnings will be mentioned per chapter.

Legend:

"English words that are said as is and or/ translated from English to Korean OR Vice Versa, depending on the POV"

"Korean words"

>Lyrics&lt;

Disclaimer: Quick reminder to y'all of course that, of course I don't own BTS. And that this story is just an idea of mine, the boys being geniuses they are wrote the songs with a different idea on mind, this is just my wishful thinking on writing lol. Not all songs will be included just the ones that will tug on your heartstrings😏😇

*thank you doolsetbangtan and other blogs that I will mention per chapter that translated and explained all BTS songs*

Girl of My Dreams

Blanket Kick (Embarrassed)

Miss Right in her Converse High

I NEED U / RUN

DNA / Pied Piper

FAKE LOVE

Trivia: Seesaw

Pluto and the Truth Untold

Make it Right

Boy with Luv / HOME

Savage Love / Telepathy

My Universe

Girl of My Dreams - Finale

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@belladaises @bbl32 @mizz-kraziii @silentkei @myselfxbangtan @shesaysweirdthings @kookiemyfeels @wackytobaccy @afiaaaa19 @jayjay57 @heyyyadventure @sopejinsunflower

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102 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Girl of My Dreams: Chapter 1

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Soulmates (?). Age gap.

Summary: Every one has always wondered why Yoongi was good with words especially when it comes to the topic of love. It wasn't a question of why, but who. Who made him think of love that way? Who was his muse? Who was the muse that always made Yoongi smile like he won the damn lottery? Who made him laugh even in situations where he had to be serious? If you ask him, he'll just smile and blush, but if you ask the other members they would smile at Yoongi then look at you and start giggling like gossiping high schoolers.

Warning(s): Sentences in italics are English words translated to Korean (that sounded confusing but I said what I said). Cursing. Underage reader at one point (Yoongi didn't know and tried to ask her out)... Spoiler lol. Mentions of MC being tipsy. A bit of angst at the end. UNEDITED!

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: The summary was really the idea or the question that came to mind, though we all know that Yoongi is undeniably a genius in any topic you throw at him, his idea of love is always what gets me. And his part in Girl of My Dreams sparked my thoughts - he's a hopeless romantic. Other might think he's very serious and cold but I think he's very romantic and sweet, even at times clingy. For now here's my idea on how it would be if he had a muse - which one day, of course, will happen when he gets married to his s/o and have kids they would be the lucky ones because they're his muses in life.

Enjoy this one!!!

P.S: this is my 2nd fanfic for BTS lol and I became an Army during the Dynamite era (though I knew them since I saw For You and Idol). sorry if some of the facts are a bit off. Do feel free to correct me but please remember that this is a fanfic, some stuff are meant to be different!! 😅💜

Please don't forget to leave a like, reblog this story and please leave a feedback. Please don't be a silent reader🥺! My ask box is also open as well as my permanent taglist if you wanna get tagged for future stories. There are probably more parts after this, just ask if you wanna be added to the taglist ;)

aaand... Happy, Happy Birthday to the best of the best, our one and only Min Yoongi (lil meow meow). We love you. Stay healthy💜 Borahaeeeeee

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"Y/n?" I call to her and she hums in question looking up from her book.

"Do you think I would sound cool if I sing?" ask her twirling my ballpen in my fingers, I stopped myself from murdering the button to click it open and close repeatedly out of being nervous.

Her pouty lips curl inwards to stop herself from laughing and she shut her eyes as she removes her glasses.

"Be honest, please," I beg with a smile already knowing the answer but I wanted to hear her voice she's been quiet ever since she sat on the couch in my studio and hid behind the pages of her book, a romance novel. All I could hear when I put my headphones away were the quiet humming of the air conditioner and humidifier, and her flipping pages on her book.

"I mean, I know I don't sound like Jin hyung or Jimin, or Taehyung or even Jungkook," I explained "Even Namjoon and Hoseok sound good when they're singing," she snort laughs and starts giggling hiding her face in between the book, "I can carry a tune, I'm a rapper, I can sing just not as amazing as the vocal line!" I exclaim and she guffawed "Ya~! I'm serious!" I tease her though she knows I'm not serious.

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[mceproductions]

Dancing the Year Away (Countdown Recap)

Before I sum up 2023 We'll look back on the past 30 days Countdown wise.

Best of 2023

Movies

1.  Mission Impossible - Dead Reckoning: Part One

2.  Oppenheimer

3.  The Super Mario Bros Movie

4.  Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

5.  Barbie

6.  Suzume

7.  John Wick: Chapter 4

8.  Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3

9.  Killers of the Flower Moon

10. The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

11. Elemental and The Flash

12. Fast X

13. Wonka

14. M3GAN

15. The Marvels

Runners Up:

A Man Called Otto

Shazam: Fury of the Gods

Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny

TMNT: Mutant Mayhem

80 For Brady

Worst:

1. Winnie the Pooh: Blood and Honey

2. Expend4bles

3. Ant Man and the Wasp: Quantumania

Honorable Mention:

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish

TV

Best New Show of 2023 Nominee*   Winner^

1.  Star Trek Picard (Paramount+)

2.  The Last of Us (HBO)^

3.  Succession (HBO)

4.  The Daily Show (Comedy Central)

5.  The Late Show with Stephen Colbert (CBS)

6.  Yellowstone (Paramount TV)

7.  The Mandalorian (Disney+)

8.  Abbott Elementary (ABC)

9.  Late Night with Seth Meyers (NBC)

10. Loki (Disney+)

11. SNL (NBC)

12. That 90’s Show (NETFLIX)*

13. My Hero Academia (ADULT SWIM)

14. Last Week Tonight with John Oliver (HBO) and Real Time with Bill Maher (HBO)

15. Ahsoka (Disney+)*

16. Attack On Titan: The Final Chapters (Crunchyroll/ADULT SWIM)

17. The Good Doctor (ABC)

18. The Owl House (Disney)

19. TONIKAWA: Over the Moon for You (Crunchyroll) and

Outlander (Starz)

20. My Adventures with Superman (ADULT SWIM)*

21. It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia (FXX)

22. 1923 (Paramount+)

23. RWBY (Crunchyroll)

24. One Piece (NETFLIX)*

25. The Simpsons (FOX)

Runners Up:

Tomo-Chan is A Girl (Crunchyroll)

Oshi No Ko (HI-DIVE)

The Walking Dead: Dead City and Daryl Dixon (AMC)

Young Sheldon (CBS)

Jimmy Kimmel Live (ABC)

Worst:

1. Velma (MAX)

2. Secret Invasion (Disney+)

3. Gotham Knights (CW)

Honorable Mention:

Star Trek Lower Decks and Strange New Worlds (Paramount+)

Music

1. Dua Lipa “Dance The Night”

2. MindaRyn “Way to Go”

3. Morgan Wallen “Last Night”

4. Jack Black “Peaches”

5. Miley Cyrus “Flowers”

6.  NSYNC “Better Place”

7.  Taylor Swift “Karma”

8.  Radwimps and Toaka “SUZUME”

9.  Ed Sheeran “Eyes Closed”

10. Jason Aldean “Try That in a Small Town”

11. Ludwig Goransson “Can You Hear The Music”

12. Olivia Rodrigo “Vampire”

13. Halle Bailey “Part of Your World”

14. Jimin “Like Crazy”

15. Ryan Gosling “Push”

16. Metro Boomin, Swae Lee, Lil Wayne, and Offset “Annihilate”

17. NBA YoungBoy, Bailey Zimmerman and Dermot Kennedy “Won’t Back Down”

18. Brian Tyler “Level Complete”

19. Neriame “Unmei Kyoudoutai!”

20. Rahul Sipligunj and Kaala Bhairva “Naatu Naatu”

21. YOASOBI “IDOL”

22. Ryan Gosling “I’m Just Ken” and Cher “DJ Play A Christmas Song”

23. Dr. Teeth and The Electric Mayhem “Rock and Roll All Nite”

24. Taylor Swift “Cruel Summer”

25. LAUV “Steal The Show”

26. U2 “Walk On (Ukraine)” and Blink 182 “One More Time”

27. Jung Kook “Standing Next to You”

28. Linkin Park “Lost”

29. The Weeknd and Ariana Grande “Die for You”

30. Rachel Zegler “Nothing You Can Take From Me”

Runners Up:

Radwimps “Kanata Haluka”

Chris Pine “This Is the Thanks I Get”

BTS “Take Two”

Casey Lee Williams “Worthy”

Oliver Anthony “Rich Men North of Richmond”

Worst:

1. Awkwafina and Daveed Diggs “The Scuttlebutt”

2. Nicki Minaj and Ice Spice “Barbie World”

3. J6 Prison Choir and Donald Trump “Justice For All”

Honorable Mention:

Taylor Swift and Her Taylor’s Version Remakes

Game of The Year

Nominee* Winner^

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of The Kingdom^

Starfield*

Sony’s Spider-Man 2*

Super Mario Bros Wonder*

Hogwarts Legacy*

Worst:

The Lord of the Rings: Gollum

THE JAW DROPPERS:

1. Damar Hamlin

2. The Enterprise D Returns to the fold

3. Barbenheimer

4. Breakthrough of Bilingual VA’s in Anime

5. Hamas Gives another Salvo

6. Memory of a Flerken Brood

7. The Toymaker Spices Up Our Lives

8.  Looks like ______ is back on the Menu

9.  The Twilight of An Icon

10. The Saga of George Santos

HM: A sport goes Swiftie

[meeedeee]

Love in the Light

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

No Archive Warnings Apply

Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin

Min Yoongi | Suga

Park Jimin (BTS)

yoonmin

Secret Relationship

boyfriend reveal

Canon Compliant

Idol Verse

Drabble

Fluff

its so fluffy i wanna die

love in the light

Love in the dark

music video

yoonmin collab

yoonmin subunit

minimini

yoongi is cute

jimin is cute

bts - Freeform

Coming Out

Jimin and Yoongi together decide that their first official sub-unit will be a song revealing their relationship of 6 years. A short yoonmin drabble.

(Feed generated with FetchRSS) source https://archiveofourown.org/works/40592241

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BTS Fic Recs ☆ Tumblr (i)

These are all available on tumblr as of April 2024. Some are likely crossposted on ao3 as well.

~Ao3 RECS HERE~ ~Recs (ii)~ ~Recs (iii)~

Almost all are complete works, those with “+” after WC are incomplete. Most are BTS x (F!)Reader.

Most of these are Mature or Explicit (usually because of smut) ~ mdni ~ italicized titles rated G or T ~ Please read responsibly

If any authors tagged here wish to be removed/untagged, please lmk! | Shoutout to @ggukkiereads who does an amazing job creating rec lists, which helped me find many of these fics

F2L = friends to lovers ; E2L = enemies to lovers ; FE2L = frenemies to lovers ; R2L = rivals to lovers ; BFB = best friend's brother ; BBF = brother's best friend etc

OT7/Multi

☆ BTS Reactions by @dreamescapeswriting | SFW + NSFW |

☆ BTS Scenarios by @btsjfans | SFW + NSFW |

☆ BTS Scenarios by @bulletproofwhalien | NSFW + SFW |

☆ BTS Scenarios by @salvejoon | SFW + NSFW |

☆ BTS Scenarios by @sunshine-and-bangtan | SFW + NSFW |

☆ Desperado Series by @heartbeatan | Mafia AU | PJM + JJK + KTH (in progress) | 60-160k(+) each

☆ The Company series by @btsmakesmehappy | Agent AU | 25-37k(+) each (in progress)

☆ Mafia BTS Reactions by @ninetailedfoxmanchi | Mafia AU (+Yandere AU) |

☆ #CodeBTS series by @yminie | Mafia AU | 1-12k each

Kim Namjoon

☆ The Ghost in Apartment 1403 series by @notsoguiltykpop | Ghost AU, Supernatural AU, Roommate AU? | ?k

☆ beauty & the bookworm by @jungshookz | E2L Library AU, Uni AU | 20k

☆ la vie en bonsai by @jungshookz | S2F2L Neighbours AU, Baker AU | 38k

☆ The Seven Nights series by @theunknowncryptid | SMAU, Mafia AU | 13k

☆ real magic by @heretobbtstrash | S2F2L Single Parent AU, Coffee Shop AU, Coworkers AU | 17k

Kim Seokjin

☆ {Unavailable}

Min Yoongi

☆ Take One by @untaemedqueen | Pornstar AU | 24k

☆ The Deal series by @untaemedqueen | Mafia AU | ?k

☆ suit & tie by @jungshookz | CEO AU, Office AU, Coworkers AU, PA AU | 21k + drabbles

☆ hellish by @jungshookz | E2L Demon AU, Roommate AU | 22k

☆ strike a chord by @snackhobi | S2L Pianist AU, Bar AU | 16k

☆ straight shooter by @snackhobi | F2L/E2L Cyberpunk AU, Dystopian AU | 14k

☆ devil with the mint hair series by @theharrowing | E2FWB Brother's BFF AU, Stoner AU | 11k+

☆ a wager of lords and love by @hisunshiine | S2L Historical AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 7k

☆ daechwita by @chemicalpink | Daechwita AU, Assassin AU | 10k

☆ stay by @luffles424 | Daechwita AU, Assassin AU | 3k

☆ daechwita by @se0kie | Daechwita AU | 4k

☆ make me proud by @moonscriptsx | Established Relationship AU, Canon Idol-verse | 6k

☆ by its cover by @kittae | S2L Cat Dad AU | 2k

☆ misfortunately, yours by @sor-vette | S2F2L Dark Fae AU, Dark Fantasy AU | 32k

☆ mixtape by @jungblue | F2L Uni AU, Radio AU | 15k

☆ cyberslut by @kimnjss | SMAU, Uni AU, Fboy AU | ?k

☆ alive aha fxck by @softyoongiionly | F2L Neighbours AU, Vampire AU | 43k

☆ a brew of wings by @inkedtae | S2F2L Dragon AU, Witch AU | 10k

☆ fury of their scales by @kpopisthereasonihavenolife | Dragon AU | 18k

☆ inheritance series by @jincherie | Hybrid AU | 21k

☆ tuxedo series by @whatifyoulivelikethat | Cat(-shifter?) AU, Roommates AU | ft JJK | 49k+

☆ Assuage series by @btsqualityy | Omegaverse AU, Werewolf AU | ?k

☆ show by @httpjeon | Pw/oP ft BTS | 2k

☆ drip by @here2bbtstrash | Pw/oP | 5k

Jung Hoseok

☆ midnight confessions by @snackhobi | BFF2L Coworkers AU, Office AU, Buzzfeed Unsolved AU | 27k

☆ the bride of ashmedai by @jeonggukingdom | Demon AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 13k

Park Jimin

☆ The Bird Cage series + The Lion's Den series by @untaemedqueen | S2L Mafia AU | ?k

☆ Set It Off series by @btsqualityy | Mafia AU | ?k

☆ the hunt by @httpjeon | Shifter AU, Fantasy AU | 8k

☆ lovebug by @httpjeon | Hybrid AU | 12k

Kim Taehyung

☆ Pied Piper by @untaemedqueen | Mafia AU, Established Relationship AU | 10k

☆ maybe i do series by @chateautae | Arranged Marriage AU, Chaebol AU, CEO AU | 410k + drabbles

☆ kinda hot by @kimnjss | BFF2L SMAU, Uni AU, Fboy AU | ?k

☆ nip it in the bud by @opaljm | Brother's BFF AU, Piercing AU | 10k

☆ heatwave series by @curly-bangtan | F2L Roommate AU | 12k

☆ under the covers by @jessikahathaway | Agent AU | 23k

Jeon Jungkook

☆ heavy lifting by @snackhobi | Coworkers AU | 13k

☆ Miss Vagabond by @bubblesuga | F2L Gamer AU | 8k

☆ blizzard by @curly-bangtan | S2L Roommates AU | 16k

☆ Sparkle by @btsmosphere | F2L Roommates AU | 3k

☆ Hands-On Learning series by @ladyartemesia | Uni AU | 5k

☆ kiss it better by @jincherie | Uni AU, Sports AU, Cheer AU | 12k

☆ ghosts just wanna have fun by @sugaxjpg | Ghost AU, Supernatural AU, Uni AU | ft MYG + KTH | 20k

☆ tell me your secrets (i'm all ears) by @jinpire | Uni AU, Hybrid AU | 7k

☆ under the bridge by @jincherie | Hybrid AU | 11k

☆ Swipe right by @ppersonna | BFF2L Tinder AU | 9k

☆ overtime by @cupofteaguk | CEO AU, Office AU, PA AU, Coworkers AU | 12k

☆ I won't stop you series by @imsarabum | Vampire AU, Fantasy AU, Office AU, Coworkers AU, CEO AU, PA AU | ?k

☆ life eternal by @jungkookiebus | Fae AU | 9k

☆ hotter than hell series by @chateautae | Demon AU | 136k

☆ Hellblazer series by @jungkookiebus | Demon AU, Constantine AU | ?k

☆ agent of love series by @ppersonna | SMAU, Agent AU | ?k+

☆ strawberry kisses series by @kimnjss | SMAU, Brother's BFF AU, Tinder AU | ?k

☆ drag me down (to hell) series by @kimvtae | Mafia AU, Single Parent AU | 58k (abandoned)

☆ Concealed Weapon by @gimmesumsuga | Mafia AU, Husband AU | 10k

☆ hate sex by @yeoreos | FWB Pw/oP | 4k

Overall Favourite Authors (If I recc'd all their works like I want to/more than I have, I'd have to make this series even longer >.<)

☆ @bonvoyagenoona's masterlist

☆ @chateautae's masterlist

☆ @flowerwrites06's masterlist

☆ @here2bbtstrash's masterlist

☆ @hollyhomburg's masterlist

☆ @icyhobi's masterlist

☆ @jungshookz's masterlist

☆ @justcallmenikki7's masterlist

☆ @kpopfanfictrash's masterlist

☆ @ladyartemesia's masterlist

☆ @luxekook's masterlist

☆ @magicalsalamander's masterlist

☆ @yminie's masterlist

☆ @yoonia's masterlist

[gimmesumsuga]

See You - Pt. 2 (M)

The one where you accept Taehyung’s invitation.  

Pairing: Taehyung x reader 

Word count: 16K

Warnings: Explicit smut; fingering, fellatio and cunnilingus. Dirty talk, marking.  Rough, messy sex but also some very gentle, sweet sex too.  Very mild bondage.  

Part one 

Were it any other day, you might take offence at being looked down upon by the hotel hospitality.  This isn’t just any other day, though, and truthfully you can’t say you can even blame the impeccably dressed receptionist stood behind the welcome for eyeing you with such suspicion from the very moment that you enter.  You know as well as she does that this isn’t somewhere you seem you should belong.

The Ritz’ grandiose entrance hall is very different from any of the motels or b&b's that you usually frequent.  You're more familiar with slightly sticky carpets than the gleaming marble floor on which you tread to approach her, and the way you shrink under her gaze as you go stuttering out the pseudonym Taehyung had pressed into your palm earlier this afternoon must surely give away how out of your depth you feel.  If not, you’re sure the anxious chewing of your bottom lip and shuffling of your feet will.

You know it’s unlikely, but a part of you worries that the name he’s given you might somehow be wrong; that you’ll be laughed out of the place and lose the precious chance you’d been given to see him again.  Luckily, though, your paranoia is proven wrong. The receptionist’s glacial attitude thaws instantly on hearing it and suddenly she’s all courtesy and smiles, her pristinely white teeth shining under the chandelier lights as she divulges Taehyung’s floor and room number, directing you towards the lifts with a sweep of her manicured hand.  

To be honest, you’re having trouble even really believing you're here.  

Ever since your secret rendezvous with Taehyung earlier this afternoon you feel like you've been living in some sort of daze, replaying each moment again and again inside your head.  The whole thing just sounds so unlikely that you might’ve actually started to doubt yourself were it not for the lingering ache between your legs to act as proof - though the hickey on your neck that he’d left behind had served as a nice reminder, too.  

It’d been a difficult task to try and conceal it whilst stood shoulder to shoulder with other girls in the arena’s crowded toilets, dabbing at it with your powdered foundation.  You’d gotten your fair share of dirty looks, and whilst usually their judgemental glares would’ve bothered you somehow the knowledge that Taehyung had been the one to put it there had helped to soften their sting.  The looks you’d have gotten should they have known probably would’ve been far more severe.

You hadn’t been able to take your eyes off of him during the concert.  He’d been as mesmerising as ever, managing to pull off both adorable and sexy even if the two were barely seconds apart.  You were transfixed by every bite of his bottom lip and every roll of his hips; bewitched by his voice and preoccupied with the memory of his hands all over your skin.

With how little attention you’d paid to the others Taehyung may as well have been on stage - Namjoon’s face emblazoned across your chest long forgotten -  and more than once you found yourself wishing that you’d paid extra to have a standing ticket for the second night, too.

Would he have seen you again if you’d been closer?  Would he have scanned the crowd in search of your face and smiled if your eyes had met?  

Probably not.  It probably wouldn’t have been wise for him to do anything that might give any hint at what the two of you had gotten up to but still, you couldn’t help but daydream.  

Despite enjoying concert just as much as the night before, you’ll readily admit that tonight you were counting down the minutes until its end knowing that each and every song was one closer to seeing him again.  You’d felt bad lying to Sarah about where you were going tonight rather than staying at the motel as planned. When you’d gotten back there to change and collect your things you’d hastily invented some unlikely emergency as an excuse to head home earlier than scheduled, and whilst she’d looked fairly sceptical - eyeing the hickey on your neck - she hadn’t pushed.  

You’d tried not to feel too guilty as you’d wished her goodbye; if the shoe were on the other foot and it was Park Jimin waiting for her in some fancy hotel room you’re sure she’d probably tell a few white lies as well.  

All your nerves are coming back tenfold now that you’re actually here - now that it’s actually happening - and with every floor that the lift ascends it kicks your heart rate up a notch in turn.  You wish you’d packed something fancier to wear whilst you were away but it’s not as though you can do much about that now.  How were you supposed to know your wildest dreams were about to come true when you’d chosen comfort over sex appeal and chosen full briefs over skimpy french knickers?  

Still, you don’t suppose you’ve scrubbed up too badly considering the long day you’ve had, satisfied by the reflection you see in the mirrored walls that surround you.  You definitely look a lot better than you did last night when you’d had a bright red nose and tears streaming down your face during the last couple of songs, so if Taehyung had decided to seek you out after seeing you in that kind of state then surely even having your eye makeup intact has to be an improvement, right?

By the time you get to Taehyung’s door - number 74 - it feels as though your whole body is trembling with nerves, hand visibly shaking as your raise it to knock, and so timid is the rap of your knuckles that it barely even makes a sound.  You chuckle under your breath at the feebleness of your first attempt, gathering your courage before making a second that’s far more successful, and as your knocking echoes loud and clear down the hall you try your hardest to steady your nerves, stepping back to await an answer with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.  

The shouted Korean coming from inside is reassuring when you hear it but the vigour with which Taehyung yanks open the door takes you completely by surprise.  You think he must feel the same by the way he abruptly stops speaking the moment he sees you, words failing him as he takes you in; coy smile and knees knocking as you stand on his doorstep.  

Perhaps he hadn’t been expecting you quite so soon?  It’s what you assume given how he’s stood in his doorway wearing nothing more than a robe, barefooted with his hair still sopping wet, but regardless of whether you’ve him caught off guard of not, god, does Taehyung look good.  The white cotton wrapped around him sets off his honeyed complexion just so, and the little beads of water slipping from the ends of his hair have you licking your lips as your eyes are drawn to follow the path they descend down the length of his neck to leave you dying of thirst after having taken just that one, long look.  

He looks so good, in fact, that it almost sends you into a bit of a panic.  How can this man - this stunningly perfect human being stood before you - possibly want you here?  What should you say to him? What should you do?  

Taehyung smiles and says your name in that sweet, simple way of his, and you may as well melt on the spot with the way it makes you feel; the butterflies in your stomach taking all of your anxieties them as away they fly.  

He remembers you.  He actually remembers you, and now he's reaching out and taking your hand - drawing you close because he wants you here.  He wants you, and suddenly it really doesn't matter that you don't know what to say because you can’t utter a word anyway now that Taehyung’s mouth is descending on yours.  

The door behind you is kicked shut as you share those first, frantic kisses, and Taehyung’s enthusiastic greeting takes you by such surprise that you’re still clutching at the strap of your shoulder bag as he begins to walk the two of you back with your face in both his hands; cheeks cradled by large, warm palms.  

You release a gasp of surprise that has Taehyung’s lips curving into a smile as your back meets the door, the length of his body pressing you firmly against it.  

Fuck, how is this even happening?

“You came,” he observes between kisses, lips impossibly soft.  

“Couldn’t wait,” you murmur back and that, too, makes him smile, his thumb brushing your cheek.  

Taehyung’s so eager and yet so gentle in the way he handles you that your nerves soon begin to calm under his ministrations; reassured you that you made the right choice in accepting his invitation.  You relax a little under the weight of him, placing your arms around his broad shoulders and tipping your head further back to allow him better access to the warmth of your mouth, lips parting at a touch of his tongue.   Tentativeness soon gives way to impatience once he gets a real taste of you, groaning low as his hands drift even lower, fingertips brushing the curve of your neck.

“Missed you,” he confesses breathily against the flush of your cheek once he’s finally had his fill and pulled away, licking his swollen lips, eyes heavy-lidded.  

You know better than to read too much into his words.  Though it would be a dream come true to think when he says ‘you’ that he really means you - your company, your conversation - you know the longing he speaks of is purely physical.  Taehyung misses how the pillow-soft weight of your breasts felt in his palms and how shamelessly your hips push back into his, nothing more - but that's ok.  

This - his kisses bruising your neck and his hands at your hips - this is still more than you could’ve ever hoped for.  It's enough.

“You miss me?” he asks as he brazenly cups your sex in his whole hand, grinding the heel of it against you.  Taehyung already knows your answer. You know he'll be able to feel how worked up he's gotten you with just his kisses alone; warm and wet at the apex of your thighs.  “No?” He’s persistent in demanding a reply, ceasing the brushing of his lips against your throat to look up at you past thick, pretty eyelashes.

It's only now that you realise he's still wearing his contact lenses following the concert; his irises a beautiful sky blue that’s totally unlike the chocolate brown they'd been earlier this afternoon.  Breathtaking.

“Of course,” you answer, running your hands through the back of his hair, dark and damp between your fingers, “Of c-course I did.”  Your voice falters when he presses his hand against you more firmly; slow circular motions that have you slowly losing your mind. “Couldn't stop watching you tonight.”  

Taehyung hums his approval so you figure he must’ve understood, his eyes closing as you tilt your head to the side and he dips his own, lips pressed to your sensitive skin.  

“Good,” is all he murmurs before you feel his tongue begin to trace a wet path along the angle of your jaw.  Smirking, he blows on the trail he left behind and you shudder in reply, fingers gripping tighter in amongst his hair.  

“God, Tae,” you groan as he begins his assault once more, mouthing at the throb of your pulse, “Please.”  The way he's grinding the stiff denim of your jeans against your core feels so good but you're getting impatient - frustrated - because you already know just how much better his fingers feel when they’re inside you; how long and skilful they are.  Your whole body feels flushed with heat crushed underneath his, aching between your legs, and god, you need to be touched. Please. “Please.”  

“You want?” He asks the question directly in your ear, breath hot, and as you feel his fingers sneak upward to lift the hem of your top and trace the top button of your jeans, you turn your face to press a pleading kiss to the smiling corner of his lips.

“Yes,” you encourage, flexing your hips forward, back arching back against the door, and fortunately, Taehyung isn't one to tease.  As soon as he’s gained your consent he’s flicking open the button and drawing down the zip till your jeans are hanging open, lax enough for him to slip his hand inside your underwear, his tongue and his teeth grazing across your skin just hard enough to make you gasp and want for more.  

The fleeting brush of his fingertips against your core is electric; sparks of pleasure jolting through you with each and every touch to make you gasp and keen and moan, and just like he did earlier this afternoon, Taehyung tests the waters before delving inside.  His graceful fingers slip back and forth amongst the arousal that drips forth from you to coat them, toying with your entrance till you're grabbing urgently at him, clutching at the collar of his robe. Forward and back they go; drawing quick, inelegant shapes across your clit with the lightest of pressure.  

“Oh my god,” you groan as he mouths at your neck, gradually increasing the force with which he rubs between your legs.  “Oh god, Tae…”

“Good?” He huffs hot air against your throat, voice thickened with lust. “More?”  You nod your head quickly, the crown of it hitting the door as it falls backwards in response to the tips of his fingers breaching you, your legs turning weak.  

Had he not already stretched you out once today, Taehyung might’ve been a little gentler in the way he thrusts his digits inside; two at once.  He knows that you can take it - already knows that you love it - and the motion with which he fucks you with his hand is ruthless from the start, punishing you with pleasure.  

“Fuck, oh fuck, fuck.”  Even with your jeans and underwear still in place, you can hear the loud squelching and slapping of his hand as it pistons in and out of you, pace so rapid that your thighs have already begun to shake.  

When you pull your head up and open your eyes Taehyung’s are waiting there to greet you, pupils shot to hell behind the baby blue of his contacts and his teeth biting down into the corner of his lip.  “I wanna touch you, wanna-”

You’re not sure Taehyung can even understand your nonsensical babbling, but when you start grabbing at the ties of his robe it soon becomes clear.  The motion of his fingers changes - slows - as if to allow you the clarity of mind required for your shaking hands to pull the knot loose, his fingertips curling unyieldingly against your walls.

There’s not a hint of nervousness about him when each end of the soft cotton tie falls from your hands to hang at his sides, nothing to keep his robe from falling open save the original wrap of it around his waist.  Taehyung kisses you in that same luxurious, self-assured manner to which you’ve quickly become accustomed and it’s only the slight shudder of his chest as your fingertips trail southward across it that gives any hint to any excitement or trepidation he might feel.  

His skin is smooth and warm beneath the flat of your palm - the sweetest caramel - and you’re pleasantly surprised by the small swell of softness that you find in place of the rock-hard abs you’d naively expected.  It makes him seem a little more human; a little less like the unobtainable god you’d always imagined him to be.

You don’t expect to feel Taehyung’s free hand suddenly come to rest on your own, guiding your hand further downwards to follow the trail of downy hair that adorns his stomach as he continues his slow, languid stroking of your g-spot.  

“Please,” he mumbles against your lips, releasing his grip of your wrist at the last moment so that it's your desire alone that has you reaching out in search of the flesh you’d felt stiffening against you only moments after he'd first pressed you to the door.  

Taehyung’s confidence suddenly comes as no surprise once you get your first feel of him; thick and heavy in your palm.  You’re not ignorant to the speculation that runs rife within the fandom regarding the contents of Taehyung's trousers - you've seen the gifs of what may or may not be a phallus swinging to and fro in his sweatpants, after all - but nothing could've prepared for seeing it firsthand in all its glory.  

Breaking your kiss long enough to look down, you lick your lips at the sight of his turgid, swollen cock, its silken skin gliding back and forth over blood-fattened veins with the motions of your hand.  He's not so big as to be intimidating but large enough that you're already craving the inevitable stretch it’ll deliver, and as your desire for him grows and your movements become bolder so does the urgency with which your hips start to rock against him, grinding down against his hand in search a more intense and all-consuming kind of pleasure.  

“Good,” Taehyung whispers breathily, stealing another kiss and groaning into it as you slowly swipe your thumb to and fro across his frenulum, teasing the tip with the pre-cum you collect from it.  The kisses you share are turning sloppier by the second as you touch one another; wet sounds and soft pants filling Taehyung's hotel room. His tongue licks its way into your mouth, unapologetic for his greed, and now he's palming at your breast, too; snapping open the buttons of your shirt to slip his hand inside.  

“Taehyung,” you plead when you reach the point where you can take it no longer, a high-pitched gasp making your body bow when he plucks at your nipple through the sheer fabric of your bra.  “I want you,” you tell him, grasping the base of his cock and surging forward from the door so there can be no mistaking your intentions, no matter the language you speak. “Take me to bed, Tae.  Please… fuck me.”

“Fuck you,” he repeats as the two of you stumble backwards together, reluctant to part for more than the split second that it takes to breathe.  You’re so preoccupied with one another that you very nearly trip over Taehyung’s robe as he discards it to the floor to render him completely nude pressed against you where you stand at the foot of the bed, grabbing at your curves.  “Yes. Yes, I want that.”

He tugs your jeans down roughly, taking your underwear with them, and you tremble at the fleeting brush of his fingertips as he sweeps them across your clit once he straightens again, unable to resist the urge to taste the arousal that’s shining slick and warm between your legs.  He lifts them to his mouth and you're almost dizzy with desire, chest heaving, as you watch him slip those two, beautiful fingers between his full, kiss-red lips; his gaze never wavering from yours.

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself as you stare back at him, watching Taehyung’s cheeks hollow as he sucks them clean, long lashes fluttering against his cheeks as his eyes slowly flutter closed, savouring the taste.  

Long gone is the sweet, playful Taehyung that you see in their Vlives.  The man stood before you now is a completely different kind of animal; dark, seductive and dangerously alluring.  This is the Taehyung that you covet the sight of when he appears on stage - the Taehyung that bites his lips as he thrusts his pelvis, scowling fiercely into the crowd and can’t seem to keep his tongue inside his mouth and holy fuck, you can’t even begin to describe how badly you crave him.

Taehyung softly utters your name, his fingers slipping from his mouth.

“Sit.”  You do as he asks immediately - unquestioningly - naked from the waist down but still wearing your shirt, the fabric hanging open far enough to expose the heated flush across your chest and the pretty powder blue of your bra.  

You haven't felt nervous in a little while now, but as Taehyung leaves the foot of the bed and heads to the sofa on which a suitcase already sits open and unzipped those anxious butterflies come swirling back into life, wings kicking up a storm in your stomach as you get your first proper look at him in all his naked glory.   

You’re doing this… you're really doing this.  You're about to have sex with Kim Taehyung; tall and tanned and lithe.  Kim Taehyung, whose bottom looks so shapely and full when he bends over his case that you'd bet it might even give Jimin’s a run for its money.   

He has a condom in his hand when he turns back to you and there’s a predatory smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he walks back towards the bed, cock bobbing in the air with every step.  He takes it in his fist and gives a few slow, well-practised strokes as he comes to a stop before you, tearing the packet open with his teeth.

You can only watch on, stomach twisting with excitement and swallowing hard as Taehyung places one knee on the bed and then rolls the latex down his length, biting his lip at the fleeting contact.  There’s a devilish look in his eyes that has you holding your breath as he mounts the mattress and begins crawling toward you, his gaze lingering on your sopping, swollen folds.

“Fuck, you're so hot,” you adore, hands shaking as he lies his body on yours and they slip into his hair.  

And he is hot, in every single sense of the word; shower-fresh skin already starting to perspire, cock like red-hot steel.  He drags it up and down your core as he rocks his hips into you, nudging the tip into your clit over and over and over again till you’re forced to take action, wrapping your legs around his waist so you're able to lift your buttocks from the bed, chasing after the object of your desire as it maddeningly slips away.  

You can’t help your wanton behaviour.  You’re aching - burning - desperate to know if he's everything you've ever dreamed he'd be.  

“Now?” Taehyung reaches between your bodies to take his cock in hand, guiding the girthy head into place and even now, with this slightest bit of pressure, the fit is so snug it’s already begun to burn.   

“Oh god, please,” you whine as he rests his forehead on yours, his eyes flopping closed.  He kisses you softly, distractedly, as he gives you what you need and starts the slow, steady press of his hips to yours, feeding his cock into you inch by inch but having to pause halfway to allow you time to accommodate the sheer thickness he’s been blessed with.  

Strained, stuttered Korean is groaned into you as your pelvic floor squeezes tight when he pulls back as if to try and keep him in, your thighs clenching around his frame.  

“Don’t stop,” you beg, dragging his mouth down onto yours, and Taehyung grunts out a curse as he surges forth again, more determinedly this time. Spurred on by the press of your heel into his buttocks he keeps going till his pelvis sits flush with yours and then pulls back almost immediately, not satisfied with taking it slow now he knows how good it feels to get inside you.  

“Tae,” you gasp as he begins to move, each stroke as deep and hard as the last,  “You feel amazing. Fuck, fuck, you're amazing.”  

Taehyung’s hand comes to rest on your cheek as he kisses the breath out of your lungs in reply, his palm so big that it covers almost the entire side of your face, and you love the way it makes you feel small.  You love the weight of his body on yours; his long limbs tangled up with yours.

“So… so good, ” he praises breathily, and though his words may be simple and inelegant they make you blush just as hard as any other sweet words would.  Taehyung doesn’t see the flush on your cheeks, though, too busy lavishing kisses from your shoulder to your collarbones, his mouth and hands all over you.  Not satisfied with the amount of skin he already has access to, he knocks his nose against the angle of his jaw to encourage your head to tip further back and expose even more of your tender throat for him to nip and kiss and suck.  

Even as Taehyung begins to further explore every curve and every plane with his eager mouth and hands, the delicious drag of his cock against your insides never falters.  One arm bracing his weight on the mattress, his other hand busily gropes at your chest to elicit the most wanton and wanting of moans. He plucks and tweaks at your nipple through the semi-transparent fabric that encases it, and though every pinch leaves you sore you’re still eager for the next, craving the sparks of pleasure his touch ignites.  

The next time his mouth latches onto your neck, Taehyung sucks so hard that it has you whimpering and writhing, your back arching off of the bed.  Still, he refuses to let go, groaning deep in his chest as he falls still and uses the weight of his body keep you pressed into the mattress; pinned with his cock buried deep even as you dig your fingers into the roots of his hair.  You're crying out because it hurts so good when releases your flesh just to bite at the bruise he's made, tugging at it with his teeth till you're calling his name and then diving back to make another and another, decorating your throat with deepest, darkest purple.  

“Mine,” he purrs low into your chest, and when you look down you see Taehyung staring darkly back at you from between the valley of your breasts, lapping the flat of his tongue across the blossoming mark he's just made.

You stifle a moan as he pulls his hips back till only the very tip of his cock remains inside you and pauses there.  

“Tonight,” he reiterates, breathing hard, “Tonight… you are for me.”

“Yes,” you nod, captivated by this sudden possessiveness that seems to have taken a hold of him, slipping your fingers from his hair to run them down the length of his chest when lifts it off of yours and he braces himself with his hands on either side of your head, his skin gleaming under the hotel lights.  “Yes, I’m yours.”

He smirks, sinful tongue darting out to poke at the corner of his lips.

“Good.”  A cry rips from your lungs as Taehyung drives his way back inside you in one sharp, brutal thrust, slamming his hips into yours once, twice and over and over again.  “Later… you see these.” Taehyung can barely speak with how hard he’s breathing from the effort he’s exerting; his voice barely heard over the sound of skin slapping wetly against skin.  “You see this. Our secret. You. Me. This is me.”

“Oh god, god, g-god!”  You can barely breathe once he lowers his body on top of yours again and you grab onto his shoulders, holding on tight as he drives you relentlessly into the mattress.  His mouth retraces the trail of hickeys down your neck in a series of wet, sloppy kisses, and your abdomen tenses with excitement as you feel his hand come to rest on the opposite side to press down on one of the dark red blossoms that lies just above your collarbone with his thumb.  

“This is mine,” Taehyung huffs into your ear as you cry out, tightening your grip on his shoulder blades as he applies even more pressure.  It hurts but in the very best of ways, the ache deep enough that it permeates right down to your core and causes you to squeeze around his length even tighter, heightening the pleasure for both of you.  

You turn your head to the side, seeking out his lips and crushing your mouth to his as soon as you find them, groaning when he starts circling his hips at the bottom of every thrust to grind his pubic bone against your clit, the head of his cock catching against your g-spot every time he withdraws.  

If he keeps going like this you know you won’t last much longer.  You can feel the stirrings of an orgasm deep in your core already; a fire that’s growing with every dulcet, breathy moan that passes from his mouth and into yours.  

“Harder, Tae, harder, please,” you plead, picking your feet up off the bed and drawing your knees towards your chest, emitting a high-pitched cry when he grabs the back of them and presses even further forward, increasing the force of his thrusts and letting out a broken cry of his own when you dig your fingernails into his lower back and drag them across his flesh.   

“L-like it,” he chokes out, and you can tell he’s starting to struggle to maintain his pace by the sweat you can see trickling down his brow when he reaches up to push his hair back.  You dig your nails in again, harder this time, revelling in the knowledge that you’ll be leaving him with marks of your own and the way his face contorts with pleasure, biting down on his bottom lip as his eyes press closed, frowning deep.  “G-good,” he moans, “I- mm- so good.”

Taehyung’s getting close.  You can feel it, you can see it - and so are you.  Desperate to cum with him, you reach down between your bodies and start to stimulate yourself at the same time; a motion that Taehyung can’t seem to take his eyes off as he pushes you both closer and closer towards the edge.

“Taehyung… oh god.”  Trembling, you pull him into a kiss, rolling your tongue against his and holding on tight as the wave of euphoria you’d felt building within you suddenly reaches its crests and breaks, taking you with it; a pleasure so intense that it has you falling apart in Taehyung’s arms and moaning out his name.   

He echoes you soon after, one hand threaded in your hair and the fingertips of the other pressing into your hips as he ruts into you, desperately trying to get deeper as he chases his high buried between the rhythmic pulsing of your walls.  

“I- u-ugh!” he cries out, muscles tensing hard and then relaxing all at once as he cums in a series rapid, shallow thrusts before slumping on top of you, his face buried in the crook of your neck.  Gently trailing your fingertips across his shoulder blades as the two of you recover, you find yourself absentmindedly wishing that you were able to know how satisfying it’d feel if he were to cum inside; that you were able to feel it, now, seeping out from between your legs.   

Unfortunately, Taehyung’s orgasm passes far faster than you would like.  You’ve barely caught your breath by the time he’s seemingly recovered, his gruelling performance schedule to thank for his far superior cardiovascular fitness.  He presses his lips to yours in a sweet, lingering kiss before lifting himself off of you and rolling over to sit on the edge of the bed with a contented sigh, carefully removing the soiled condom and then depositing it into the nearby bin.  

You’re sat up by the time he turns back to you, drawing his legs back onto the bed to sit cross-legged with that unfaltering confidence he’s blessed with, completely unconcerned by his nakedness.  

You wish you were always so at ease with yourself.  Even now as he beckons you over to him with a soft smile and a wave of his hand you’re busily trying to rearrange the fabric of your shirt to cover up a little more of your torso, worried that he might get a glimpse of any squishier parts that you’d rather he not.  

“Hey,” Taehyung says softly, and when you look up you find him watching the way you’re pulling at your shirt with a frown on his face.  “Why? No.” Gently, he reaches out to take your hand and guides you into his lap, unfolding his legs so that you’re able to sit between them.  “No… you are too beautiful. Don’t.” You think you get the jist of what he’s trying to say so sincerely; that he doesn’t see the need for you to cover up.  That there’s no need for you to feel self-conscious when they two of you have just been so intimate.

The kiss that follows is far more chaste than before, though it makes your heart flutter just as hard.   You let Taehyung undo the rest of the buttons that are keeping your shirt in place and slip the fabric for your shoulders, and he smiles into your kiss as you reach behind yourself to unfasten your bra.  As it falls to the floor along with the rest of your clothes you’re surprised by how unbothered you feel; reassured by the soft passing of Taehyung’s palms up the lengths of your arms and then down your back, caressing his way across your skin.  

“See?” He pulls away to look into your eyes as he cradles your jaw in his hand, brushing his thumb across it as his blue-eyed gaze flickers down and then back up again.  “Beautiful.”

You dip your head, cheeks flushing with heat.  You’re not used to receiving such intense adoration - especially from someone as stunning as Kim Taehyung - and you simply don’t know what to do with it, frankly.

“Thank you…”  He doesn’t let you avoid his gaze for long, lifting your chin up to pin you with that gorgeous square-edged smile of his and then kissing you again, short and sweet.

When he pulls away it’s with a sigh, leaning his weight back but letting his head flop forward, shaking it.

“Ah, I’m tired.”  You give him a sympathetic smile when he looks up again, yawning wide.   

His fatigue is completely understandable, really.  Most would be knackered after the all the energy he exerted, and that’s without taking into consideration all the hours he’s spent on stage today for rehearsal, soundcheck and the concert itself.  Now you think about it, it’s impressive that Taehyung even had the energy to have sex at all.

Not wanting to delay him getting the sleep he so sorely needs, you lean in and bless him with one final kiss before crawling out from his lap and standing on your jelly legs, smiling to yourself at the way they wobble.

“You go?” Taehyung asks, confusion evident in his tone, and when you look over your shoulder you see his brows furrowed and his head tilted to the side as he looks you up and down.  

“Just to the bathroom,” you explain with a smile, pointing towards the door you presume you must lead to the ensuite.  His frown melts and he returns your smile, nodding his hand in understanding.

“Ok,” he replies sweetly and then flops back to lie flat amongst the pillows, exhaling a heavy, happy sounding sigh as his eyes fall closed.  

You don’t linger long, eager to get freshen yourself up.  You hadn’t quite known whether to presume you’d be staying the night but given his reaction a second ago you think it’s pretty safe to assume that you will be, and the thought of it fills you with glee.  

The bathrooms at the Ritz put your own at home to shame.  Not only is there a shower unit but a bathtub big enough for two, and for some reason toilet seems to be raised up some sort of plinth - like a throne on which you’re able to sit and survey the rest of the room whilst trying to avoid your reflection staring back at you from the opposite wall.  

Seriously, who even puts a full-length mirror opposite a toilet?  

It isn’t until you’ve finished washing your hands and splashed some water on your face that you go back to the mirror and inspect your appearance, eyes widening at your reflection.  There’s no way even the heaviest of concealer would be able to cover all the marks that Taehyung has left across your neck, your collarbones and breasts; shades of deep red and purple smattered all over your skin.  They’re oddly alluring to look at even though they’re a little sore to the touch, and already you know that Taehyung was right in saying that’ll you’ll remember him every time you look at them. Even now as you trail your fingertips down your throat it’s as though you can feel him there; the phantom sensation of his breath against your skin tangible enough that it has goosebumps rising all along the length of your arms.  

With one last coy smile in the mirror, you head back into the bedroom to rejoin Taehyung, eager to fall back into bed.  After such a long day he’s not the only one who’s feeling tired, though you weren’t expecting him to be quite so exhausted that he’d already be fast asleep by the time you walk back into the room.  Still, the sight of him curled up on his side hugging a pillow tight - one bare leg hooked over the top of it - brings a smile to your face.

He looks so content; so peaceful with rest relaxing his beautiful features.  His skin practically glows under the hotel lights as you softly approach the bed, careful not to disturb the slow rise and fall of his chest as you climb under the blankets, pausing to turn off the lights before settling down amongst the pillows.  

Admittedly, you're a little sad that he's already fallen asleep and the evening has ended so soon.  You'd hoped to spend a little quality time with him - to have a conversation rather than just fall into each other's arms, no matter how stilted and broken it might've might been   - but you try not to feel too disappointed. The time that you've had with him is still more than you ever could've hoped for and if this turns out to be it - if all that it is is falling asleep here next to him and taking nothing with you but the memory of his touch in the morning - then you can live with that.  

You've had one night stands with far worse than Kim Taehyung, after all.

With one last look at the attractive slope of Taehyung's waist and a gentle kiss pressed bravely to his shoulder blade, you roll over to face away from him and make yourself comfy, closing your eyes and knowing that no matter what you may dream, it could never be as sweet as the one you're living right now.  

You're almost drifting off when you suddenly a warm body come to press up against yours; an arm draped around your waist that pulls you back to mould you against Taehyung, skin on skin.  You already know that he can never sleep without having something to cuddle but when you'd seen him with his arms wrapped around the pillow you'd made your peace with the fact that you probably wouldn't ever be so lucky as to experience it first hand.  

Now that you find yourself in such a privileged position you're not even sure what to do with yourself other than smile, thankful that you're facing away from Taehyung so he isn't able to see the lunatic grin that's plastered across your face as he snuggles up to you in the dark, squeezing you tight. 

"Goodnight Tae," you say softly, placing your hand on top of his and your heart fluttering when he laces his fingers between yours, sighing hot breath against the back of your neck.  

You're not how long you've been asleep when movement behind you rouses you once more, tempting you back towards wakefulness.  Judging from how dark it is through the gap in the curtains you're guessing it must still be the very early hours in the morning, but to be honest your potential lack of sleep isn't really what you're concentrating on when you have Taehyung's lips brushing against your skin; low, soft whispers drifting into your ears.  

"Jagi," he calls, planting a kiss on your shoulder.  His hand that was holding yours not so long ago has wandered now, and you feel your stomach clench with excitement at the way his fingertips are tracing lazy circles across the flesh of your hip.  

Again he kisses you - the back of your neck this time, nose nuzzling against the space at the back of your ear - and when the stiffness of his erection presses to the curve of your behind with the next shift of his hips you know you weren't wrong in assuming the reason for which he's woken you.  

You open your mouth to speak but then promptly forget whatever you were about to say when Taehyung purrs "Jagi, I want," directly into your ear.  A quiet moan escapes you in place of coherent speech; the arching of your back to press your buttocks even more firmly into his lap telling him you're willing to give whatever he most desires.  

"Wh-what do you want?" you stammer out as his hand meanders its way down your stomach and then slips between the thighs that you so willingly part, cupping you in his palm to trace a solitary finger between your folds. You've no idea what power it is that Taehyung must possess to have you dripping over his digits again in such a short space of time.  Perhaps you should find it embarrassing that your body is so responsive even his lightest of touches but it's not as though Taehyung seems to mind, a groan rumbling through his chest when he slips those fingers inside of you and feels you squeeze around them in welcome.  

"Do you..." You have to press your lips to suppress a moan as he drags them slowly back and forth, grinding his erection against you so purposefully that there can be absolutely no mistaking his intentions.  "Do you want my mouth?"

"Your mouth?" he repeats, momentarily distracted from the trail of kisses he'd been lavishing across your shoulders, fingers stilling where they're nestled deep in your core. "Yes..." he eagerly agrees, voice breathy as he adds, "Please," and rolls onto his back, wiping his hand on the duvet which he then throws back, exposing the extent of his arousal to your eyes.

Even in the dark, Taehyung looks breathtaking.  The dim light filtering past the thick curtains highlights every single swell of muscle beneath his golden skin, and swear you feel your mouth start to water at the sight of his cock where it lays thick and dribbling pre-cum onto his stomach, bobbing under the weight of your gaze.

Wetting your lips, you crawl into the space that he makes for you between his legs whilst he watches your every move, his fingers twitching restlessly at his sides.  He seems so eager for it - biting his bottom lip and breath hitching - that you can't help but wonder how long it's been since anyone did this for him.

You’re not sure you even want to know whether or not this is a regular occurrence for Taehyung; whether he often picks up fans at concerts and invites them back to his various hotel rooms around the globe.  You’ve certainly never envisaged him as some sort of player before now, but then before tonight you never would’ve suspected him to have a thing for covering his lovers in hickeys, either.

You try not to dwell too much on the thought.  You’d much prefer to deal with the pressure of making sure that this a stellar blowjob Taehyung will never forget rather than acknowledge the irrational twist of jealousy you feel when the mental image of him some other nameless, faceless girl pops into your head.   

Taehyung’s abdominals tense when you gently place your hands on his thighs.  You can’t wait to taste every inch of him but you refuse to let your own impatience take hold.  You want to savour every second of this; dragging out how long it takes slide your palms further towards his crotch and smiling at the way his hips flex up from the mattress as if seeking you out as you lean your body over his.  With a slowness that borders on excruciating you take Taehyung’s length in hand and squeeze from base to tip, milking out a pearly drop of arousal that you take great pleasure in licking clean; holding eye contact as you circle the head of his cock with the tip of your tongue, flicking across his frenulum.  

“Please,” Taehyung groans thickly, desperation tracing frown lines into his forehead as he watches you trace the veins of his cock all the way up from the bottom to the top and then kiss your way back down.  Every press of your puckered lips is as wet as it is noisy, and by the time you’re running the flat of your tongue across his slit Taehyung’s thighs are beginning to shake beneath your grasp, sheets balled in his fists.  

You decide to take pity on him, and with a salacious smile you reach out with your free hand and wrap it around his wrist.  You guide his hand towards your hair and close your eyes when his fingers twist into it, enjoying the light tug he gives to your scalp when he realises what it is that you’re seeking.  He pulls again, a little harder, and when you gasp at the feeling he uses that parting of your lips to feed his length between them; a gentle push on the back of your head, inching you down.    

“Mmm,” you moan indulgently around his girth, refusing to let the lingering taste of latex get in the way of savouring the slick slide of Taehyung's cock across your tongue.  His moan echoes yours, and you don't think you'll ever get tired of hearing the voice you love and know so well produce such sweet, sinful sounds.

You're in awe of the self-control with which Taehyung carefully pleasures himself with your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, his exhales shaking.  You'd never thought such a lewd act could ever feel so intimate, but the slow thrust of his hips and the caress of his fingers through your hair almost makes it feel as though he's making love to your mouth; so tender that it makes your heart thud hard in your chest.

When you open up your eyes to gaze up at him, lips stretched right around his cock, you hadn't expected to see staring back at you.  You'd thought he'd be lost to the moment - head thrown back, eyes closed - but no. He can't take his eyes off you, tonguing distractedly at the corner of his mouth as you force yourself lower despite how considerately Taehyung had tried to avoid doing so.  

Your heart thuds again, chest tight.

Taehyung gasps as you swallow as much of him as you can, closing your eyes as you focus on ignoring your gag reflex.  At least focusing on keeping your teeth tucked behind your lips might distract you from the feelings you're inevitably catching.

Regardless of how long it's been or how many girls have done this before, you want it to be you that he remembers; for it to be your mouth he imagines the next he's desperate and alone in a hotel room much like this one.  

When you pull back, your jaw aching from the force with which you suck, you wrap your fist around the flesh your mouth can no longer reach.  Your hand is a poor replacement, really, but Taehyung doesn't seem to mind, groaning enthusiastically when you pick up speed, tightening his grip on your hair.  

“Ohh yes,” Taehyung groans, your name tumbling needfully from his lips.  

He's starting to lose himself now that he's taken the hint that he needn't treat you so much like fine china.  He fists his other hand in your hair as he bends his legs and plants his feet firmly on the mattress either side of you and without further word of warning begins to lift his hips up off the bed along with the pace you’d set, thrusting upward into your mouth.  

Holding your head steady, Taehyung uses you as he sees fit.  It's sloppy and it's messy and he's moving so fast you can't keep your saliva in your mouth, yet Taehyung seems to love the way you're drooling all over his cock.  He starts pushing deeper and deeper, pushing your head down as you hook your arms underneath his powerful thighs and grab onto his buttocks, sinking in your nails.  

By now, yes seems to be the only English word Taehyung seems capable of remembering, and he chants it like a mantra every time his cock hits the back of your throat.  You can feel his muscles shaking in your palms and as Taehyung's normally dulcet pitch starts to climb higher - his moans breaking as they pass through his throat - you can tell he's getting close.  

“Oh… o-oh…” He forces you down and holds you there, nose touching his abdomen and tears watering from your eyes. “Shit! S-shit!” he curses, and were you not so busy trying to swallow the cum that Taehyung's pumping into your mouth you might think to remark on his sudden and unexpected use of the curse word.  

By the time he's spent Taehyung's touch has turned gentle again, fingertips caressing your sore scalp as he lowers his bottom back onto the bed and his cock slips from your mouth to lay softening on his stomach.  You expect his expression to look soft too when you look up, licking the remnants of him from your lips, yet somehow Taehyung looks anything but.

“You,” is all he says as he sits up, gaze so blistering hot that it makes your insides tremble with anticipation as you sit back onto your heels.

“Me?” you question back, but Taehyung doesn't reply.  He crawls over you and uses his stature to force you onto your back, dominating you with his far greater size and then zones in on the subject of his desires; the arousal that's dripping from between your legs.  

Like a man possessed, Taehyung firmly takes hold of your thighs and spreads them open, exposing you to his eyes as they feast on every inch of you.  His mouth is already open when he dips his head, the golden musculature of his shoulders bunching as he dives in face first and the feel of his soft lips pressing against you rips a shout straight from your lungs.

Taehyung isn't coy about his intentions.  Within seconds he has you coming apart beneath him with his lips and teeth and tongue; falling to pieces with your fingers twisted in his hair as he gorges himself on you.  Every swipe of his tongue purposeful, wriggling firm figure eights against your clit to pay you back tenfold for the pleasure he just received.

“Oh fuck,” you curse under your breath as you feel his hand move from your thigh and to press two fingers to your core, the small of your back arching off the bed as they slip effortlessly inside.  “Fuck,” you curse again once you look down and meet Taehyung’s eyes, gazing back up at you.  His stare is so hot that it burns right through you, your sweat dampening the sheets as you quiver in his hold.  The sight of his wickedly wide tongue moving to and fro from one side to the other has you pinned helplessly to the mattress, wishing you could kiss the ruby red lips pressed tight to your centre, glossy with the essence of you.  

“Oh god, keep going.”  The taunting curl of Taehyung’s fingers increases in pace at the sound of your urgent moans, his eyes closing as he redoubles his efforts and delves even deeper into you.  The wet working of his tongue between your legs is the most sinful sound you’ve ever heard, and that, combined with the insistent pressure of Taehyung’s tongue and fingertips to your most sensitive parts, has you hurtling towards the edge at an almost alarmingly rapid rate.  

“Finish?  Finish soon?”  His voice is husky as it meets your ears, barely heard over the whine you release at the sudden loss of his tongue.   

If English were his first language you might think he’s getting tired or impatient, but Taehyung’s not a selfish lover.  You can tell from the sweetness of the kisses he presses to your inner thighs as he waits for your garbled reply and the tireless working of his digits that all he’s eager for is to watch you come apart.  

“Yes, yes,” you gasp, tugging on his hair to draw him back to where you need him most, your toes curling when he presses his face into you and begins again.  “Don’t stop, Tae, please! You’re - I - oh, fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” He groans into your folds as your walls begin to tighten around his digits, your cries heightening in pitch.  

“For me,” you hear him murmur wetly from between your legs, “Cum for me.”  As you pleasure begins to intensify and spiral out of control - that tightly coiled spring deep inside near snapping point - you abandon Taehyung’s hair in favour of gripping the blankets on either side of your head and pulling one side across your mouth, certain that you’ll wake up everybody in the hotel with the expletives you’re holding back if you don’t.  

His tongue is merciless even as you begin to tremble in his hold, his tight grip on your thigh the only thing keeping you from clamping your legs around his head because the deep thrust of his fingers just too much - too much and fuck, not enough.  But then he finds that spot inside you again and exploits it all he can, uncaring that you’re making a mess of his hand and his face and his sheets with how ruthlessly he’s fucking them into you.  

“Fuck!  Fuck, fuck!” you scream into the sheets as you find your release, body bucking up against his mouth and forcing his fingers even deeper into your spasming insides.  That pressure that had been building inside of you releasing in a gush of wetness that has you blushing before your orgasm has even reached its end, and you’re certain that you’re going to have drenched Taehyung’s entire face once you can finally work up the courage to peel back the blankets and look at him.  

Luckily for you, Taehyung doesn’t seem in a rush to abandon his post.  He works you through the aftershocks with the gentlest of licks and kisses to your swollen folds, lapping lovingly at you until you’re shaking too fiercely to continue.  With one final kiss he crawls out from between your legs and over you, pulling the blanket off of your face and looking down at you with concern.

“Are you ok?” he asks as he strokes tenderly at your cheek, clearly worried by the uncontrollable trembling of your limbs regardless of how reassuring you try to make your smile.  “You are cold?”

You nod your head because it’s simpler than trying to explain that the reason you’re shaking so badly is that the orgasm he just inflicted on you was just too good.  You know it’ll settle down soon, so you allow yourself to just enjoy the way Taehyung very sweetly helps you back to your rightful side of the bed and covers you both with the blankets, snuggling up behind.  

Mercifully, he manages to avoid the wet patch your exploits just left behind.  

“Ok now?” Taehyung asks after a minute or two of holding you in his arms, his breath hot against your scalp.  You may not have quite stopped shaking, but the feel of his fingertips running gently up and down your arm certainly has you feeling better so you quickly nod your head in the semi-darkness, squeezing the forearm lying across your stomach.  

“Much better,” you answer softly, adding a ‘thank you’ to which he hums lowly in reply.  

“Good,” he muses, pressing a kiss in amongst your hair.  

The two of you lay like that for a little while, content in each other's silent company.  It's funny, really; you and Taehyung have never even had a proper conversation and yet you feel far safer with him, lying here in his arms after just one night, than you have done with others you've dated for weeks - even months.  It's probably because of all the footage on which ARMY are so regularly fed that you feel like you already know Taehyung - or at least the version of him that BigHit want you to see. As far as you can tell, they seem more or less one and the same.  

Presuming Taehyung has fallen asleep, you too close your eyes and start to doze, lulled by the slow rise and fall of his chest against your back.  It's when you feel the brush of his lips against the back of your neck like deja vu that you realise he's still awake, a smile on your face as you roll over in his arms.  

“Hi,” you greet quietly and in the darkness you see Taehyung smile dreamily back.

“Hi.”  His smile grows wider when you reach up and caress his cheek as he's done so many times to you before, his gorgeous eyes falling briefly closed.  

“Aren't you tired?” you ask, savouring the opportunity you've been given to trace every feature of his face as he lightly shakes his head, running your fingertips along his cheekbone, his jaw, the bridge of his nose and the mole that graces its tip.  Tentatively, you shuffle even closer, bridging the gap between your bodies till you're able to skim your lips across it in a fleeting kiss.

When Taehyung opens his eyes again it's to the sight of you blushing and grinning embarrassedly into the palms of your hands, giggling when he uses his nose to nudge them away.  

“Cute,” he muses, kissing your forehead and then exhaling a heavy sigh as he lets his lips linger there.  

You close your eyes and get comfortable again, wriggling against his body under the covers and praying you won't get too hot cuddled up with him like this but knowing you won't do a thing to change it if you do.  It's just as you're rearranging your legs to tangle between his that you inadvertently brush against the erection you'd had no idea was there, warm against your thigh until he jerks his pelvis back out of reach.

“Again?!” you gape before you can help yourself, pulling back enough to be able to look him in the eyes and immediately feeling guilty when you see the sheepish look he wears.  “Already?!”

“Sorry,” he apologises, and though it's difficult to tell without the lights on you could swear Taehyung is blushing.  He seems to get over it pretty quick, though; letting his hands run down the length of your back to rest in the small of it. “This… with a girl.”  He pauses, gaze searching yours as if he's checking that you understand and then continuing when you nod. “One year, one time. Sometime two.”

You try not to let the thought of Taehyung with someone else bother you but part of you thinks he can almost sense it when you hesitate to return the kiss that gives you.  He lets it linger, murmuring against your lips,

“This year… just you.”  You smile into his next kiss, heart thudding hard when he adds, “No girl like you, jagi.  Beautiful one.”

Despite knowing Taehyung's words might be nothing other than empty flattery, you still can’t help the way your cheeks fill with heat at his words of praise.  He looks so sincere as he says them that they’re all too easy to believe; to let them warm your heart where it thuds beneath your ribcage.

Would there be any harm in letting yourself believe you really might be special?  Even if it’s just for tonight? Staring back into the faux sky blue of his eyes, you already know deep down that you’re hoping it might be true.  

“I guess we better make the most of this then, right?” you smile flirtatiously, fully committed to making sure that by the time this night is through no desire of Taehyung's is left unsated.  Taehyung eyebrows rise at your tone but you're still not sure he really gets it until you slip your hand between your bodies and wrap your palm around his cock, strokes slow but firm.

“No… is ok.”  You know Taehyung's trying to tell that you don't need to do this - that you needn't feel that you have to - but his body is saying something entirely different.  Already his hips are tilting along with the motion of your hand and his own have slipped down onto your buttocks.  He squeezes them firmly, pulling you so close that on every forward press of his pelvis the head of his cock brushes against your stomach as it pops out through the top of your closed fist.  

“I want to,” you assure him, brushing your lips across his bottom one, his mouth already hanging open as he pants his excitement. “I'm yours tonight, Taehyung… you can use me as much as you want.  As much as you like.”

“Thank you…” Taehyung really does sound grateful, and when you tighten your grip around his length the groan that escapes him is one of absolute bliss, his fingertips pressing dimples into your ass cheeks until you're groaning along.  You hook your leg over his hip to bring your pelvises in alignment, and Taehyung kisses you hard as you release his cock to rest heavy against your lower abdomen, circling his hips to grind it into you.

It isn't long before you're both out of breath, rutting desperately against one another and clawing at each other's skin.  So consumed are you by your desire for him that you spare little thought for anything else, recklessly guiding his cock between your legs and tilting your hips just so that the silken head starts to slip inside.   Your breath hitches as you feel the first pinch of pain from Taehyung’s delicious girth, whining when he suddenly jerks back and leaves you empty, scrambling away.

“Wait, wait,” he tells you, breathless, and so lost are you that you don't even realise what the problem is until Taehyung's rushing over to his suitcase and searching through it.  

God, you're so stupid.  He's looking for a condom - of course he's looking for a condom.  

In an effort to be helpful you reach over to the bedside table and switch on the lamp, blinking hard as the room is suddenly flooded with light.  You can see Taehyung more clearly now, squatted low over his case and murmuring to himself as he shifts piles of clothes from one side of the other and then checks the pockets too.  His movements seem to get more frantic the more seconds that pass by and then all of a sudden he's standing and turning back to you empty-handed, palms open where they hang at his sides.  

“I don't have…” He doesn't seem to know the word for what he wants to say but it's easy enough to guess by his miserable expression and the way he gestures towards his cock where it's drooping sadly, already going soft.

“Oh.” Unsure of what to say, you sit up and pull the blankets up to your chest as Taehyung runs his hand through his hair and comes back to sit dejectedly on the edge of the bed, worrying his lip.  

Would Taehyung feel better if you tell him you're on the pill?  You know you're clean and you’d presume from how quickly he just bolted a second ago that he probably is too but… it'd require an awful lot of trust on his part to go ahead regardless.  For all he knows you could just lie in the hopes of trapping him, and you can't imagine it'd go down well with Taehyung's company if he went knocking up a fan. No, he won't want to risk it.  

You're just about to reach out and console him when Taehyung suddenly springs into action, grabbing his phone off the bedside table and unlocking it with a swipe of his thumb.  

“One second,” he tells you, lifting a finger whilst the other hand presses his phone to his ear.  Curious, you wait, wondering who on earth he could be calling at this time of the morning and feeling your mouth drop open when the first word that passes his lips is ‘hyung’.

That's got to be a member of staff, right?  Surely he's not calling one of the other members…?

A quick exchange of words takes place as you watch on curiously, butterflies sending your tummy topsy-turvy.  Taehyung glances at you with a smile, biting his bottom lip as whoever it is on the other end says their piece and then as suddenly as it began the conversation draws to a close with a laugh rather than a goodbye.  He leans over to kiss you as he places his phone back on the table, nudging his nose against your before pulling away.

By the spring is his step as he rises from the bed you presume he must've managed to sort something out, and it's with a beaming grin that Taehyung plucks his robe up off the floor and pulls it on just in time to answer the rapid knocking that comes at the door.   

As he disappears around the corner out of view you find yourself in a mild state of panic, unsure of what to do.  Should you get up and get dressed? Should you just hide  under the covers and act like you’re not even here?  

In the end, you settle for sitting up and clutching the covers to your chest as Taehyung’s hotel door opens, your eyes widening drastically when a familiar voice finds your ears and the two men start to converse jovially back and forth, a laugh echoing from Taehyung’s lips.   

It should hardly come as a surprise that it’s Jimin that Taehyung has chosen to call upon in his hour of need.  Somehow it makes sense that he would be the one to travel well-stocked, and it’s a well-known fact that he’s the late sleeper amongst the group.  Hell, he was probably already staring at his phone when it started to ring.

It’s truly a surreal feeling, being sat naked in Taehyung’s bed listening to the two of them chat just a few metres away.  You wish you could understand what they were saying, and though you know it won’t help for some reason you find yourself leaning forward from the pillows to try and listen harder, like somehow you might suddenly become fluent in Korean if you could only just get that little bit closer.

Luckily, you’re able to discern a small amount from their tone of voice alone, and the reproachful way Taehyung whines Jimin’s name following his last hushed statement has alarm bells ringing when you hear it - especially when it’s followed by something that sounds an awful lot like jostling and scuffling at the door.  Sitting back quickly amongst the pillows, you quickly clutch the covers tighter to your chest just in time for Jimin’s beaming face to pop around the corner, his face splitting into a grin so wide when he sees you that it almost borders on maniacal.

“Helloooo!” he calls enthusiastically, waving his hand wildly up and down from where he remains half hidden behind the wall.  Taehyung’s smile is significantly more apologetic that Jimin’s as he appears out from behind, hands stuffed in his pockets and sending Jimin a not so subtle glare when the older boy glances back at him, clearly relishing in every awkward little moment.   

“Hi,” you wave back, sheepish.  Honestly, you’re amazed you’ve even managed to speak with Jimin stood practically at the foot of the bed looking like some kind of runway model, the bangs of his hair beautifully tousled from lying in his own for the last few hours.  You try not to shrink back into the pillows as you watch his gaze run over the marks that Taehyung has decorated you with, blushing at the sight of the smirk that then tugs at the corner of his lips.

It’s only because the Korean word for ‘cute’ sounds so similar to the English that you recognise it as it passes through his plushy lips.  Your cheeks further redden.

“Jimin,” Taehyung calls, his voice having taken on an unfamiliarly stern edge.  It does something funny to your insides and prompts Jimin finally into breaking the intense eye contact he’d caught you in, too. “Bye bye.”   

Well… there’s a hint if ever you heard one.  

“Ok ok,” Jimin acquiesces, looking back to you with a roll of his eyes as if almost he expects you to feel bad about his impending ejection, and maybe you might if it weren’t for how eager you are to put the condoms Taehyung is fidgeting with inside his pocket to good use.  

You let out a silent sigh of relief when Jimin starts to make his way out, disappearing for just a split-second only to then suddenly pop his head back around the corner.

“Hey.”  He points his finger first at Taehyung and then at you, mischief written all over his face. “Keep going,” he tells you, and the salacious wink he sends your way is enough to make you wish that the bed covers would spontaneously develop minds of their own and swallow you whole to hide how badly your face is burning - a problem that is only exacerbated by the lewd prod of Jimin’s tongue to the corner of his lips as he grants you one last parting wave goodbye. 

You try in vain to stifle your blush, flapping your hands in front of your face as Taehyung forcibly removes Jimin from the room.  He steers the shorter man out with a hand on each of his hips - Jimin giggling every step of the way - and once the door is closed you hear Taehyung firmly lock it to ward off any further unwelcome interruptions.  

He sighs as he comes back into sight, hands restless where he has them held clasped together in front of him.  

“I am sorry… for him,” he apologises with a meek smile that you warmly return, shaking your head.  

Embarrassing it may have been, but you still count yourself as lucky to have had the chance to meet Jimin in the flesh.  Sure, it would've been nice not to have been naked and sporting impressive sex hair at the time, but beggars can't be choosers.  

“It's fine,” you reassure, extending your hand out to him and then linking your fingers together once he comes close enough, mounting the bed on his knees.  “At least we got what we needed.”

“Yes,” he agrees, his smile turning playful as he plants a kiss on the end of your nose before changing aim for your mouth.  Your lips connect and you let out a hum of contentment as Taehyung kisses you back into the pillows, leaning over you until you start to tug once more at the tie of his robe, eager to pick back up where you left off.  He pulls away and rids himself of it, your mouth watering as he then exposes you in turn, gently peeling back the covers and his semi-hard cock twitching as he surveys you laid out bare beneath him.

Placing one of his large hand on your hip, he gently encourages you to turn over onto your side.  

“Like this,” Taehyung instructs softly, caressing the length of your side as you turn and then placing a kiss onto your ribs once he has you where he wants you.  “Close eyes.” His quietly uttered words tickle your flesh with warm air and make you shiver in anticipation as you do as he asks, your breath already quickening as his touch disappears and you feel him moving around behind you.  

A few seconds pass by before you finally feel Taehyung settle at your back, his petal soft lips brushing across your shoulder as his fingertips do the same, travelling down the length of your arm.  Your insides clench with excitement as his hand encircles your wrist and he very slowly draws it backward to rest at the small of your back, doing the same with the other once you release it from under you.  With one hand he holds them there, insides of your wrists pressed together as he kisses the nape of your neck.

As intrigued as you are about this new development, you don't have long to wait before Taehyung makes his intentions known.  A reflexive gasp parts your lips as you feel soft fabric come to lay across your wrists, your body tensing at the unexpected sensation.  

“Ok?” he asks cautiously as he carefully encircles your flesh with the tie of his robe.

“Yes,” you confirm breathily, biting your lip as he takes your consent and runs with it.  He quickly wraps the length of the fabric around your wrists then secures it with a knot, loose enough to keep the circulation flowing whilst rendering your hands immobile, powerless to reach after him once he lets go.  

It feels like an eternity that Taehyung lets you lay there, eyes still closed and panting your excitement, hips squirming restlessly atop the mattress with the desire that's coursing through you.  All you want is for him to touch you again, your own fingers flexing uselessly behind your back.

“Taehyung,” you call pitifully, your body arching as his body takes it rightful place behind yours, pressed tight up against you.  His cock is rigid as it presses to the palms of your hands, already sheathed in latex.

“I am here,” he responds huskily in your ear before mouthing at the bruises on your neck, prodding with his tongue.  He cups your buttock in his palm, squeezing his fingertips into your flesh before slipping that same hand between your legs from behind.  

Taehyung rubs at your clit lazily, humming his appreciation for how wet you are as he nuzzles his face into the curve of your neck.  Liquid molten pleasure spreads outward from your core as he plays with you at his leisure, oozing its way through your limbs till your head feels foggy with it, fingertips tingling.  

“So beautiful,” Taehyung whispers as he shifts downward slightly and his hand moves to gently coax you into lifting your upper leg to make space for him to guide his cock between, rubbing it through your wetness with a rock of his hips.  “Good girl.”

You need no encouragement to arch your back and angle your hips into a position that allows for Taehyung to sink himself into you, deep and slow and with a groan so sinful it has the hairs on your arms rising.  

Even though it was only a few hours ago you'd almost forgotten how good it felt to have Taehyung moving inside you, but as his cock slips unhurriedly back and forth between your walls - slick with the essence of you - you’re sure that he'll have ruined you for other men forever.

No one else could ever make you feel like this with such little effort; such slow, gentle thrusts.  With one hand on your hip and his lips lavishing your skin with love he coaxes moan after moan out of you, and as he gradually starts to move faster your hips automatically start to push back against him.  

This time is so different from the last.  Now Taehyung is no longer so desperate he really takes his time with you, relishing every second, and soon enough he begins to moan too.  He can no longer kiss you, too consumed by the sensation of you squeezing around his length as the intensity of your pleasure increases, gasping for more and more and more.  

Despite your pleading, at no point does Taehyung increase the pace or strength of his strokes, nor does he make a reach for your clit to stimulate you further.  He seems determined to make the slow grind of your bodies last for as long as possible, and restrained as you are all you can do is lie there and take it.

It feels like hours that he indulges himself in you, truly taking advantage of your earlier offer to use your body exactly as he sees fit.  By the time you reach your end there are tears collecting in the eyes that you have yet to open, his name falling from your lips in a choked cry.  Taehyung shushes you gently through it, never stopping even as he reaches between your bodies to untie your wrists. He waits until the quaking of your body has calmed before pulling out only for the time it takes you to roll onto your back and for him to climb on top of you, smiling as he finds your hands either side of the pillow and laces your fingers together.  It's as he's kissing you that he pushes his way back inside, deeper and deeper with every languid thrust.

“Oh,” he groans against your mouth, squeezing your hands so tight in his that for a second it almost hurts,  “Ohh.”

“Tae,” you mewl back, hips lifting from the bed to meet him stroke for stroke, “Feels so good, Tae, oh god.”  

You’re so grateful that you're able to see him more now -  so grateful that you're able to watch as pleasure mould his features into some of the most beautiful expressions you've ever seen.  

Somehow, the more vocal Taehyung becomes the better everything seems to feel.  Perhaps it's because you know that every one of them is for you that they affect you so, but whether it’s that that does it or whether it's something else entirely, your second orgasm comes so quickly that it has you gasping when it hits.  

Euphoria arches your spine, every muscle within you tensing so strong that it's the feel of your release that finally pushes Taehyung over the edge after having held on for so very long; his self-control well and truly shattered by your walls tightening around his cock like a vice.  

Your name is on his lips as he finally lets go, his hands still clutching yours.  It's so intense that once the feeling finally begins to recede it's left him panting and shaking on top of you, his hips falling completely still lest he risk either one of you falling prey to overstimulation.  

“Thank you,” he whispers once the tender kiss you share comes to an end, in no rush to remove himself from the warmth of you and you all to happy to enjoy the weight of his body atop of yours for as long as you possibly can.  

Smiling, you slip one hand from his just to trace the outline of his kiss-swollen lips with your thumb.  

“Any time,” you say, wishing with all your heart that that could really ever be true.  

It must be the early hours of the morning when you and Taehyung finally pass out in each other's arms, though you've no idea exactly what time.  All you know is that by the time you wake again - your head rested on the softest part of Taehyung's golden chest and his arm curled around your waist - it barely feels as though you've slept at all, your eyes gritty as you blink yourself more awake.  

As much as you wish you could sleep for a little longer, the exhaustion almost seems worth it if it means you get to look a little longer at Taehyung's sleeping face.  Handsome even when he's dead to the world, you can't help but smile at how cutely his mouth hangs open, breathing heavy. It seems a shame to wake him just yet, especially when he spent all of last night working so hard; the evidence of his endeavours all too clear at the soreness between your thighs when you ever so carefully roll over in bed, making a grab for your phone.  

You're not sure how many rounds the two of you went last night, in the end.  All you know is that it was enough that you'll sure be feeling for days to come; a certainty you're pretty pleased about, really.  

Flinching at how cold the sheets are on your side of the bed, you grimace when you see the time.  It's 8am, and though you'd love to go back to sleep for just a little while longer there's an unwelcome reminder waiting for you in your notifications about the train you're due to catch at just after midday today, impossible to ignore.  

As quietly as you can, you make your way into the bathroom along with the overnight bag that's seen you through during your short stay in London.  You don't intend to dress fully, but after last night's exertions you at least want to tidy yourself up a bit before Taehyung wakes up; brushing your teeth and your hair and then indulging in what your mother has always affectionately referred to as a ‘whore's bath’ to cleanse your most intimate of areas.  

By the time you get back into the room Taehyung doesn't seem to have stirred even a little, and it's with a fond smile that you climb back under the covers to rejoin him wearing the comfiest t-shirt you'd thought to bring. You snuggle up to his warmth, thankful for it after the unpleasantness of the cool bathroom tile underneath your feet.  

“Taehyungie,” you call softly, walking your fingertips up the length of his torso from his navel to his chin. You press it gently till it dimples, giggling when he begins to frown in his sleep.  “Taehyungie, wake up.”

“Hmm?” His head turns to the side away from your prodding finger and then back again, one eyelid opening to peer down at you bleary-eyed.  

You're glad you reminded him to finally take out his blue contacts before you both went to sleep.  Although they're stunning to look at, you've always preferred his natural shade of chocolate brown.  

You think Taehyung must've forgotten the language barrier between the two of you when he yawns out a full sentence in gravelly Korean as he runs a hand roughly through his hair and then looks down at you almost as though he thinks you might answer, blinking expectantly in his sleepy state.  

“Um… care to repeat that?” Again, Taehyung blinks, the most utterly confused expression on his face until realisation suddenly dawns a split second later and he begins to laugh at his own expense.  

“Sorry,” he chuckles, tilting his chin down to press a fleeting kiss to your forehead.  “Time?”

“Eight,” you reply against where you've now lay your head in the crook of his neck, wiggling at his side to get comfy.  

“Mm,” he hums to let you know he heard, another yawn soon following it that fades into peaceful, contented silence.  

It'd be all too easy to fall asleep again resting here like this, cocooned in Taehyung's arms.  The warmth of his body has made the natural scent of his skin all the more potent, and you try your best not to make it too obvious that you're trying to commit the smell to memory as you nuzzle your nose into him, exhaling a wistful sigh.  

You so badly wish this didn't have to end.  So badly, in fact, that all of a sudden you find yourself close to tears at the thought of never being able to do this again, swallowing back the lump that's appeared in your throat.  

“Do you… do you have to work today?” you ask, trying not to let the sudden wave of emotion that's come over you show in your voice.  

“No,” Taehyung answers, “No… today is… rest.  Eating. Tourist.”

“Oh?” you ask with interest, shifting away just enough to tilt your head up and look at him properly.  

“Tomorrow we have plane,” he explains, frowning in a way that tells you he knows what he said isn't quite right but he isn't quite sure how to correct it, shrugging his shoulders instead.  

“And the next concert.  Right.” You nod your head, pulling the lips you'd been pursing into a somewhat strained smile.  “Busy busy, huh?”

“Yes.  All the time, busy.”  As Taehyung releases you from his grasp to sit up in bed, you try to determine whether there'd been any bitterness to his voice when he'd said that.  If there was, he'd certainly hidden it well. “You have a recommendation for me? Any special place?” he asks, drawing you out from your thoughts.

You sit up, thinking hard as you draw the covers up to your chest and then blushing pink when Taehyung takes your nearest hand and slots his fingers between yours, conjoined hands rested between you on the duvet.  

“You should definitely go to the British Museum if you get chance, and the Natural History Museum,” you advise, Taehyung nodding thoughtfully along, “The London Dungeons are great too, but they're a little scary.” You grin mischievously. “Jin and Hoseok might not like it very much.”

“Perfect for them, I think,” Taehyung laughs, squeezing your hand in his.  The fondness in his eyes is making your heart behave strangely inside your chest, fluttering as though it has wings.  “Food?”

“Oh!”  Excitedly you grab your phone, quickly googling the burger bar you and Sarah always make a point of coming to whenever you make a trip to London and then shoving it under Taehyung's nose.  “You have to go there! They have the best burgers.” Taehyung's eyes light up with interest before he makes for his own phone and opening up Google maps.  

“You put?  Later, I find it,” he says, passing you the expensive device and then taking it back a second later when he realises the touch screen only displays Korean characters, tutting at himself.  

It doesn't take you long to find the restaurant on the map and save it to his favourite places, taking the liberty of adding the other attractions you'd mentioned at the same time.  You try not to dwell on the thought of how much you wish you could visit all of those places with him, and luckily the picture of Yeontan that greets you when you close the app is more than cute enough to derail any negative thoughts that had begun to plague your mind.  

You ‘aww’ as you pass his phone back, scrunching up your nose.  

“Tannie's so cute,” you coo, enamoured with the broad grin that appears on Taehyung's face at the mention of his sweet little dog.  

“You like animals?” he asks and once again you reach for your phone, diving straight into your photo gallery.  

“Are you kidding?  I had like… a whole zoo growing up!”  

And that's how you and Taehyung spend the rest of the morning; you sat between his legs, back against his chest and his arms around you as you show him every picture you can find of every animal you've ever owned.  Along the way he inevitably ends up seeing some shots of your friends and your family, and the genuine interest he shows in asking about your life catches you completely by surprise. You'd never thought for a single minute that Taehyung would ever be interested in hearing about a world so little and mundane as yours and yet before you know it two hours has gone by and your throat is dry from having talked so long.  

Apparently, Taehyung understands more English than he can say in reply.  

“Shit, is that the time?” you gasp, catching a glimpse of it at the right top hand corner of your screen.  You've only got an hour before you train is due to leave and you rush to explain this as you extract yourself from Taehyung’s arms and his bed, hurrying to get dressed in the clothes that are strewn about from the night before.  

He chats to you from the bedroom as you quickly slap some powder on your face in the mirror and then try in vain to cover some of the bruising on your neck, abandoning it when you realise how fruitless it is with so little time to spare.  

“I'm so, so sorry to rush away,” you apologise as you pick your bag up off the floor and haul it over your shoulder, already a little out of breath from how quickly you've gotten dressed.  

You really are sorry for having to leave it this way.  This wasn't what you wanted at all; a rushed goodbye with no time to savour the moment.  

“It's ok,” he shrugs from where he's now sat on the end of the bed fully dressed, his adorable bed-head somewhat ruining the smartness of his colourful shirt and pants.  Taehyung stands, offering you your phone from where you must have left it hidden amongst the covers.

He waits until you've stashed it safely in your pocket and turned back to him before taking your face in both his hands and leaning in for a kiss that seems to go on forever and yet somehow manages to end too soon for either of your likings, a regretful smile on his face as he pulls away.  

“Taehyung... I…” Your voice breaks without you meaning it too, tears forming at the corners of your eyes before you've even had a chance to try and keep them at bay.  You struggle on to say the words that you need to say, insisting on holding his gaze even though it's embarrassing to have him see you cry. “I've had such an amazing time with you and I just… I wish…”

Taehyung pulls you into his arms when it all becomes too much and the tears begin to fall, one arm around your waist and the other cradling the back of your head as you press your face into his chest, gripping tight onto the shirt you're wetting.  

“Don't cry,” he murmurs into your hair before placing one kiss to your crown and then another, shushing you softly.  He coos your name, repeating ‘don't cry’ until you finally manage to get a hold of yourself, tears slowing even if they yet refuse to stop.

“This is very special for me, also,” he tells you, smiling encouragingly when you manage to disentangle yourself from him with a sniff and a snivel.  “I will remember you, jagi.” Taehyung touches your cheek, brushing a tear away as it rolls southward. “Beautiful one.”

“I won't ever forget.”

It's the watery sheen you see appear in Taehyung's gorgeous eyes that makes you finally start to back away towards the door, somehow managing to summon a brave smile despite the way your chest is aching.  You know if you don't leave now it'll only get harder, and you don't think you'll ever forgive yourself if your own pain was to somehow cause Taehyung to cry.

“Bye, Tae,” you force out as you linger in the open doorway, briefly turning back to look him one last time in the eyes.  

Even if he does end up forgetting your face amongst the masses of so many other girls that call and shout his name, you know you never will.  Even if you end up wishing you could, the marks that Taehyung has left behind go far deeper than just your skin.

“Goodbye...”  

It's silent out in the long hallway of Taehyung's floor but the sound of the door closing behind you is so deafening it makes you flinch.  You make your way back towards the lifts and with every step you tell yourself that however awful you may feel at this moment will still have been worth it once your present hurt fades into just a memory.  

Still, it doesn't ease the flow of tears that began again the moment you're on your own your own.  You press your sleeves to your face as you stand waiting for the lift to reach your floor, praying that there won't be anyone inside to witness how red it must have become.  

Just as the metal doors slide open, you hear a familiar voice call your name.  

Taehyung, red-faced and breathless, comes jogging down the hallway towards you and very nearly knocks you off your feet with the force with which he throws himself at you, drawing your body against his.  He clutches at your upper arms, kissing you with a ferocity even greater than those you shared amongst the throes of passion last night.

“Tae,” you gasp once he finally releases you long enough to drag in a breath, your head reeling so hard you're almost staggering on your feet. “What are you-?”

“Next year,” he rushes to say, pushing your hair back from your face as his eyes seem to hurry to take in every one of your features, dancing this way and that.  “Next year, I hope. You will come, you will see.”

Your heart starts to beat wildly as you try to figure out if he's saying exactly what you think he's saying - so focused on him that honestly the whole of BTS could be stood in the open, waiting lift right now and you wouldn't have a clue.  

“Be my one… again?”  Taehyung looks so sweet and so unsure as he says those words that you’d grab him and kiss him all over again if only you had the time.  Instead, you have to settle for a frantic nodding of your head and a chaste, fleeting peck on lips that he chases after when you pull away, backing into the into the mercifully empty lift.  

“Of course,” you smile, because even if it means waiting another year you're willing to do it for him.  It still hurts to leave but somehow even this slightest bit of hope that you might see Taehyung again makes parting just that little bit more bearable; a sweeter kind of sorrow. “Of course I will.”

His grins, a mile wide and as adorably rectangular as always, eyes creasing at the corners.  

“See you,” he waves as the lift doors slide closed, and no longer does it feel like a final goodbye.

It isn’t until an hour or so later stood on the edge of a platform waiting solemnly for your train that you notice a new contact that’s appeared mysteriously on your phone; a number with an international dialling code saved without a name, just a long line of purple hearts.  Hands shaking, the short message you type out has all your hopes and prayers poured into it.

[12:28:   … Taehyung?]

[hjh-ceilo-monster]

Shooting Star (Jimin FF) Sneak peek

“I love you...my foxey.”

“I love you Jiminie.”

Their love is like a miricle.Just because of their wishes...upon the shooting star, bringing everything back and fall into places.

[sparklehoney7]

Daydream, Daydream

by: Kumatokkii

pairing: hobi/jungkook & yoongi/taehyng & namjoon/jin/jimin

info: chaptered 18/? incomplete (247,874)

tags: Omega Verse // Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics // Alternate Universe - Idols // Idol Jung Hoseok | J-Hope // Idol Kim Namjoon | RM // Model Park Jimin (BTS) // Bottom Jeon Jungkook // Top Jung Hoseok | J-Hope // Jungkook runs a dirty stan account on twitter // Masturbation // jungkook is shy // jimin is a sugar baby // Slow Burn // Loss of Virginity // Knotting // Breeding Kink // Voyeurism // Frotting // Blow Jobs // so much jerking off // Intercrural Sex // SEX IS HAPPENING // Sexting // Phone Sex // brief mentions of sexual assault // Pack Dynamics // blonde hobi // big bro yoongi is best yoongi // marathon fucking // MARATHON FUCKINNNG // mentions of domestic abuse // Lingerie // hopekook STUPID but horny // namjinmin oooo // Top Min Yoongi | Suga

summary: "I think I'm about to die," Jungkook managed to gasp, feeling like he could finally breathe, hands coming to his chest to stop his heart from beating it's way out of his ribs. "I just met Jung Hoseok. And he growled at me."

Jimin squeezed Jungkook's face hard in shock, Jungkook letting out a weak wail.

"You met THE Jung Hoseok?? Jungkook, are you serious??"

Or:The fic where Omega Jungkook wins a charity auction date with his beloved idol, Alpha Jung Hoseok, and doesn't know how to function.

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[bangtan-library-blog]

흰 여름 ('White Summer')

By: dawnstruck

“Diversity,” Namjoon had said when he had explained the concept to them. “Learning to love yourself, no matter what.” “We already did that,” Yoongi had pointed out. “Literally the same title.” But Namjoon, when he looked at him, had seemed strangely bright and somber at the same time. “Not like this,” he had said.

Or, Jimin and Yoongi have to kiss for an MV. And deal with the fallout.

Teen and up Audiences No Archive Warnings Apply M/M: Min Yoongi/Park Jimin Published: 2017-09-07 Completed: 2017-09-17 Words: 24623 Chapters:6/6

[glassbangtan]

Pink Prince {Park Jimin}

Words: 3007

  Summary: You and Jimin decide to dye each others hair.

  Genre: Fluff

  Notes: masterlist – enjoy :)

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    “You're going to burn my scalp.”

   “You've said that fourteen times since you sat down, and I haven't even finished with the mixture yet.”

   “I'm just pointing out what's going to happen. There's absolutely no way we're getting through this without injury. You know what happened last time.”

   You winced, stifling the urge to chuckle; Jimin was complaining again, a thing he did far too often whenever it came to you doing your job.

   Well, technically this wasn't your job; dyeing his hair was more of a thing you chose to do whenever his stylist and management were feeling generous. It was cheaper, saying as you never asked for money in exchange for doing so, and you weren't exactly the worst at getting the job done.

    But still, you would be lying if you said Jimin didn't have some right to be a little bit wary. Whilst you had done this twice before, both times had ended with Jimin's scalp burning, the colour turning out wrong, or hair dye dripping into his eye.

   Still, you refused to back down.

   He sat in front of you now, legs folded in front of him with a towel draped loosely over his white button-down shirt. His hair was an orange colour now, but would soon be shifting to a baby pink that he had chosen himself, claiming it would go perfectly with the soft aesthetic that was the Spring Day music video.

     Of course, upon hearing that he was changing his hair colour, you were the first to jump in and offer up your services.

    “I still can't believe they're letting you do this to me,” Jimin continued to grumble as you stirred the hair dye in the small pot you had been given. “I was nearly blinded last time. My eye was swollen for days.”

    “I told you to close them!” you exclaimed, reaching over and swatting the back of his head. He pouted, shooting you a sideways glance. “It's not my fault you trust me so much. I was at least being realistic and looking out for your safety.”

    “Still doesn't change the fact that I was nearly blinded.”

  You rolled your eyes, an amused smirk appearing on your lips as you finally finished up with the mixture. It didn't look like much when you looked down at it, but the colour at least seemed right – a nice, soft pink. You could imagine Jimin with it in his hair – if things went right, this could very well be a legendary style for him.

    Although, he suited most hairstyles, so you really weren't all too surprised.

   “Alright, are you ready?” you said, approaching the back of the chair. Jimin stiffened immediately, sitting upright and clenching his hands in his lap. You noticed his feared posture, gently placed a hand on his shoulder in any attempt to soothe him, though your own nerves were eating away at your system as you did so.

   Despite the laugh you always had whenever you were assigned the task of dyeing your boyfriends hair, you never set out to make a mess of it all. Although you would never admit it, the only reason you really asked for the job was because it meant you had an extra few hours to spend with him. With his busy schedule, it was rare he had time for more than a quick chat with you before he was being ushered away to do something else entirely. He kept in touch with you through text, made sure to cuddle you extra during the night, but it would never be the same as speaking to him face-to-face.

    This was the best you could get.

   “Don't be nervous,” you said. “I think this could be the one. This could truly kick off my hair dressing career.”

   “Just put it on,” Jimin groaned, though there was an undertone of humour to his voice as he said so. You grinned, finally taking the plunge and dipping the brush into the hair dye, before smothering the first layer onto his locks.

    He yelped, the cold surely seeping into his scalp and making him shiver. You winced as you watched it melt into the strands, making contact with his pale scalp in a way that you could only assume was irritating. You had always admired how he could do this so often – at least twice a comeback, he would be dyeing his hair, and that didn't include re-dyeing. You often watched with a scowl on your face, making an internal prediction as to when his hair would finally give up and fall out.

    “How is it?” you asked, leaning forward to get a look at his face.

   He took a glance at you, his teeth gritted. “Please don't make my hair fall out. I'm still young.”

  You nodded, pulling back and continuing to lather the hair dye onto his hair. “I'll keep that in mind.”

    “Have you actually ever have your hair dyed before?” he questioned.

   “I have not,” you replied, saw him stiffen in front of you. “Jimin, we've been together for three years. It's no secret that hair dye makes me uncomfortable.”

   “Not even when you were younger?” he asked.

   “I wasn't exactly a wild child, either.” You raised a brow. “Why are you asking? Do you not like my natural hair colour?”

   Jimin scoffed, swivelling around in his chair to look at you. As he did so, the brush swiped across his cheek, spreading a thin line of hair dye across his cheekbone. You giggled, but he wiped it away, ran his finger along your jumper to get it off. “You know that's not what I meant. I love your hair. I was just wondering if you actually had any experience with this kind of thing.”

   You grabbed his shoulders, span him back around so you could continue with your job. “Well, you'll be happy to hear that I have absolutely zero experience and am currently winging this.”

   He groaned. “You could have given me the benefit of the doubt.”

   “That would be lying. After three years, we should know not to lie to one another at this point.”

   Jimin was silent for a moment longer. You continued on with the job until his hair was completely covered in the dye, and you stepped back to admire your handiwork. It didn't look like much at this stage, but you were fairly certain nothing had gone wrong; Jimin hadn't cried out in pain, and both of his eyes were still perfectly in tact.

    Yes. This might be your true calling.

   Jimin swivelled back around in his chair, flashing you that perfect, straight-teethed grin that never failed to make you smile back at him with just as much enthusiasm.

   “How do I look?” he asked.

   You nodded slowly, trailing a finger down one of his side burns. His hair was split down the middle, stuck to his head by the hair dye, making him look quite funny though he still managed to look handsome. The smile certainly helped.

    “Like a pretty pink prince.”

    He grinned even broader, before you noticed his uninjured eyes flicking down to the pot you had used to stir the hair dye. There was still quite a bit left, but that was always the case when it came to hair dye – you always assumed you needed a lot more than you actually did, and most of it either went to Yoongi or was thrown out in the end.

   His smile wavered slightly, shifting from one of amusement to one of mischief. Yours disappeared entirely at the look on his face, following his gaze down to the pot and frowning to yourself.

   “What is it? Did I do something wrong? Please don't tell Bang PD. We can-”

   “Sit down a minute,” Jimin said, suddenly standing up. You stumbled back, narrowing your eyes at him in confusion. He laughed, grabbing the pot of hair dye from your hands and nodding towards the chair he had just risen from. “Just sit down. It'll only take a minute.”

    You weren't stupid. “You are not putting hair dye in my hair, Park Jimin.”

   He laughed even louder then, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and tugging you into his side. “Would it not be cute, though? We can have matching hair styles! Me and Army match all the time, so why can't me and you?”

   “Because my hair is sensitive!” you hissed, swatting his hand away. “And besides, knowing me, I'll probably be allergic to the stuff and break out in hives.”

   “If you were allergic to it, we'd definitely know by now. The amount of the stuff you always manage to get on your hands when you're doing my hair would have killed you by now if you were allergic to it.”

   You frowned, knowing he was right. “Still... I don't know, Jimin. I've never dyed my hair before, and you've never dyed anybody elses-”

    “I've had my hair dyed enough times to know how to do it, Y/N-ah,” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around you again. He pulled himself close to you, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck in that way he so often did whenever he was trying to persuade you to do something – it was the exact move he had done whenever he was trying to convince you to join him on tour. And now here you were – three months into their tour.

    You grumbled incoherently, folding your arms over your chest. “I don't know how much I trust you with the hair dye.”

    Jimin pulled away then, an overdramatic gasp leaving his mouth. “I trusted you with mine!”

   “And I nearly blinded you!”

   “Well I'll be more steady,” Jimin promised, gently taking your hand in his and leading you towards the chair – you weren't sure why you were letting him do this. You were fairly certain you would regret it in the long run, though you had to admit that the idea of having matching hair colours with Jimin was cute. Couples in Korea did it all the time, and Jimin was forever asking you to match with him to some extent, whether it be with clothing or hairstyles themselves.

    You settled down in the chair hesitantly, wrapping your arms around your middle. Jimin placed a small hand on your shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze that always managed to reassure you, even when you were at your most vulnerable.

    “Do you trust me, Y/N-ah?” he asked.

   You closed your eyes tightly, making them crease, making constellations appear in your vision. “Of course I do. You know I do.”

    “So will you let me be the first person to dye your hair?” he continued, his voice low, tickling your ear as he leaned in.

   You shivered. “Fine. Just get it over with. Make it quick.”

   He chuckled, pulled away, and it only took a few seconds before you felt the cold cream being placed in your hair. You inhaled sharply, eyes popping open in shock at just how cold it actually was – you always thought Jimin was overreacting whenever the dye made contact and he ended up nearly jumping out of his seat with the shock of it.

    “This is insane,” you mumbled. “This is why we shouldn't be left alone together.”

   “Oh, but where's the fun in that?” Jimin laughed. He was clearly having the time of his life with this, one hand holding the brush whilst the other one stayed firm on your jaw, guiding your head back and forth despite him not needing to do so. “I might have to quit Bangtan and become a hair stylist, you know. This is really looking good.”

   “You're lying. I bet I'm bald.”

    “You'll find out when I'm done.”

   “Park Jimin-”

   He leaned down, pressed a kiss to your cheek before continuing his work. “I'm kidding, Y/N. I really think you're gonna look great. And we'll be matching, so that's even better.”

   It didn't take long for him to finally step away; he was doing what you did, admiring his work despite it being in it's earliest of stages and probably looking like nothing more than a mess. You were half tempted to reach up and run your hands through the dye, as if you could get a feel for it by touching it. You didn't, though, instead sitting a little it straighter in your attempts to catch a glimpse of the work in the mirror.

   Jimin tapped your shoulder. “You can look now. Tell me what you think.”

   You didn't expect much. It was still only early stages – you wouldn't know the final outcome until you had washed it out, but that didn't stop you from scrambling out of your chair and rushing towards the mirror hung beside the door.

    You most definitely didn't look your finest. Your hair – similar to Jimin's – was flat against your scalp, weighed down by the cream that had just been lathered through it. It looked white at this point, but Jimin assured you that, once washed out, it would look exactly like the colour on the box.

   You had high doubts about that.

   Nonetheless, you turned and gave Jimin a big grin, which he returned just as enthusiastically. The two of you chose to ignore the fact that you may both have very well just destroyed each other's hair in an act of impulsiveness.

   ***

   “Y/N!”

   “Jimin!”

   The echoes came from both sides of the dorm, crashing in the centre. Hoseok shook his head, placed his headphones over his ears so he wouldn't have to hear the drama that was surely about to go down. Jungkook giggled to himself, getting back to his game of Overwatch. Taehyung and Namjoon pretended they hadn't even heard it, whilst Yoongi had been too deep in his own work to notice the echoing yells coming from the both of you.

    You and Jimin didn't even care about the volume, though. Not whenever both of you currently had a sickly orange colour running through your hair.

    You barged into Jimin's dorm room just as he opened the door to meet you. His eyebrows were furrowed together, jaw clenched, hair still wet but the mistake was obvious – you had messed up with the mixing of the hair dye, and now the two of you were suffering for it.

   You faltered upon seeing him, wincing at the unnatural colour of his locks. He had had orange hair previously, but at least that was professionally done, and was meant to be orange – the colour that you had somehow concocted with the pink hair dye most definitely wasn't meant to be orange, and now it was smothered through both your hair and his hair.

   His eyes snapped to look at your orange locks, and his frown immediately faded. He hollowed out his cheeks, putting a hand to his mouth in his attempts to cover his amusement.

   You groaned, slamming your hands into his chest. He laughed then, grabbing your wrists and tugging you with him as he stumbled back.

    “You only wanted to dye my hair so you wouldn't be alone whenever it got messed up!” you exclaimed.

   Jimin whirled you around, wrapped his arms around your middle to stop you from floundering around. “I didn't want to tell you you were mixing it wrong, babe. You were acting so confident.”

   “And look where the confidence got us,” you grumbled, going limp in his arms. Jimin pressed a warm kiss to your collar bone, letting his lips linger there in a way that comforted you, put you at ease. “I'm sorry for messing up your hair – again. I'll take the scolding from management.”

   Jimin chuckled. “I know you will.”

   “Do you think they'll ever let me dye your hair again?”

   Jimin shrugged, lips still lingering on the lick of skin exposed by the loose shirt you were wearing – a shirt that belonged to Jimin, though you wouldn't find him complaining any time soon. “I think they have a soft spot for you, to be honest. I don't think it'll take much convincing for them to let you get your hands on the hair dye again.”

   You craned your neck to look at him. He looked at you through the tops of his eyelids, refusing to move his lips away from your neck. “And what about you? Do you want me dyeing your hair any time soon?”

   He chuckled then, his warm breath hitting your skin and making goosebumps run up your arms. “It would be a pleasure to have you dye my hair again, Y/N. Why else do you think I still let you near it?”

    “Even though I mess it up?”

   He shrugged. “I enjoy your company. We have fun with it, and that's all I really care about. Besides, it gives us time to be alone for longer than a few minutes – what more could I want?”

   You stared at him in slight shock. The anger you had once felt, the embarrassment that came with once again messing up with the hair dyeing job, had faded to almost nothingness as you looked into his dark brown eyes, wondered how you had ever gotten so lucky. Once upon a time, you were just a normal person walking the streets of Busan, and somehow, by some miracle, you had met Park Jimin and everything had fallen into place after that.

   You leaned forward and kissed him. He grinned against your lips, hands tightening around your waist, and that was all you needed to do, really. Sure, you would soon no doubt be getting a scolding from management, but you could deal with that.

   As long as Jimin was by your side, you would be fine.