#s. kim. appearance — mirrors should think longer before they reflect

[mystiika]

shin tag drop

[kpop-zone]

Blackpink reaction to their s/o getting ahead of them proposing

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Jisoo

The moment Jisoo had decided to propose to you had actually been a quite insignificant one. She was just lounging in the living room when you came in with your phone and asked her to explain a game to you that she had been playing for a while. Nothing had been special about it, but in that moment Jisoo suddenly realized that no one would ever get her like you did and she decided that she wanted to marry you. A day later she had immediately bought the ring and started thinking about the right occasion to pop the question.

Eventually her choice fell on your weekly date night. Of course, she could have chosen to plan a dramatic, over the top proposal, but she knew that this wouldn’t be you. The two of you could be quite dorky sometimes, but mostly you just appreciated the small things. Therefore, Jisoo wanted the proposal to be low-key, but heartfelt.

The whole week a smug smile was playing on Jisoo’s lips, because she was more excited than anything else to finally be able to call herself your wife. There was a slight chance that you wouldn’t say yes, but Jisoo didn’t really consider that. She loved you and you loved her. There was nothing that could come between the two of you.

When the weekend finally came and you started your date night, you stated that you were craving some ice cream, so Jisoo just rolled with it; she could propose to you anywhere. Secretly, she slipped the box with the ring in her coat pocket and followed you outside. Her excitement grew with every step that you took while strolling to your favorite ice cream shop. Therefore, it needed her a while to realize how strange you were behaving. But eventually she noticed how you were nervously biting your lip and seemed to be in another dimension with your head.

“Hey are you alright?”

She asked while reaching for your hand, but you pulled it away in surprise.

“Um... yeah sure. You can’t hold my hand though. It’s really sweaty... because... it’s so warm.”

You stuttered, making Jisoo even more confused.

It wasn’t even that warm. So the only reason why your hands could be sweaty was that you were nervous; which got Jisoo thinking about an explanation. She was thinking about when your weird behavior had started. And suddenly she remembered that you had already been behaving really weird for the past few weeks and a strong suspicion started to develop in her head. Her grin grew even wider and she couldn’t even wait for the rest of your date.

After getting the ice cream, the two of you walked to the nearby park and sat down on a bench. But instead of enjoying your ice cream, you were paler than a ghost and Jisoo was actually considering to just propose to you now to end your suffering. But then she stopped herself, because she was pretty sure that you had probably planned your proposal for a while now opposing to her. Therefore, she waited patiently until you were ready to make the next step; which took you a while, but eventually you cleared your throat to catch Jisoo’s attention.

“Do you still remember when we first met?”

You asked and Jisoo instantly started smiling when she thought back on that day.

“Of course. How could I forget the day you almost killed me when you pulled out of that parking lot?”

She chuckled and you blushed lightly.

“I have never told you this, but that was actually not the first time that we have met. The first time was actually right here.”

You responded, making Jisoo furrow her brow in confusion.

“You were running late to some meeting I guess and bumped into me while rushing back to the company. I don’t even think you noticed me, because you were so stressed out. But that short moment was enough to make me constantly think about you until we met again a few weeks later.”

Jisoo felt her heart melt in her chest as you told her the story.

“And nothing has really changed since then. You are always on my mind and I couldn’t imagine a world without you.”

You were exactly expressing how she felt and Jisoo felt dizzy from all the emotions that were running through her body right now. She looked you deeply into your eyes and finally you got down on one knee. Shakily you pulled out the box and although Jisoo had known that this would happen, her breath hitched in her throat.

“I had actually planned a whole speech. But now that I’m kneeling here, I can’t remember a word.”

You looked at her apologetically, but Jisoo couldn’t care less about a fancy speech. She understood you without words and the only words she wanted to hear were a four-letter question.

“You don’t need a speech to convince me. I will say yes anyways.”

Jisoo stated jokingly while tears sprung to her eyes.

“Really? Well if that’s so, I will make it short.”

You chuckled and Jisoo nodded eagerly, because she barely could hold herself back from blurting out her answer already.

“Kim Jisoo, will you marry me?”

You asked nervously and a wide grin spread on her face.

“I’d love nothing more.”

She answered causing you to wrap your arms around her to pull her in for a kiss.

When you pulled back, Jisoo held her hand out for you to slide the ring on her finger. With sparkling eyes, she admired the look of it before pulling you next to her on the bench.

Together you watched the sunset while being tightly cuddled up until you started freezing. Therefore, you slowly made your way back home. Only when you were already halfway there, and Jisoo absentmindedly put her hand in her coat pocket, she remembered that she had wanted to propose to you. Nonchalantly she pulled out the ring and held it in front of your face.

“Oh right. I wanted to propose too by the way. Here, you should put it on.”

Quickly Jisoo grabbed your hand and slid the ring on your finger.

With wide eyes you looked at her, but she just pecked your lips like nothing had happened. You shook your head in disbelief before admiring your ring. Your gazes met eventually, and a satisfied smile was playing on both your lips.

Jennie

“Stop being so nervous!”

Jennie said to herself in the mirror with a stern voice.

She didn’t even know why she was so nervous. You had been dating for years now and she was pretty sure that you loved her. There was no way you would say no to her proposal, right? Nevertheless, she felt like fainting any second now. Her heart was beating so loud that she had had a hard time concentrating on what you were saying throughout the whole night. The two of you were celebrating your anniversary in one of the most exclusive restaurants of Seoul that you had rented only for yourselves.

It was the perfect opportunity to propose. In her initial plan, Jennie had wanted to propose to you directly after the main course, but her voice gave in and she decided to postpone everything until after dessert; which would probably be served any minute now. Therefore, Jennie took a last deep breath before returning to the table again with wobbly legs.

“Is everything alright?”

You asked with a concerned look on your face once she sat down again.

“Yeah of course. I-I just had to powder my nose.”

Jennie chuckled nervously, hoping that you weren’t able to look right through her.

You looked at her strangely for a moment but then you started talking carefree again. Although Jennie couldn’t really tell what you were saying; in her mind she was already practicing how to ask you to marry her. Inwardly she cursed herself for not having written down anything. She had wanted to wing it, but now all the words that she had ever learned seemed to have left her brain.

“Miss?”

When the voice of the waiter suddenly appeared right next to her, Jennie flinched in surprise.

She had been completely absentminded and hadn’t realized that the dessert was already being served. You laughed because of her dreaminess but Jennie was starting to feel nauseous. In less than 15 minutes, she had to pop the question.

Maybe her favorite dessert would be able to calm her down. Quickly she grabbed her fork to dig in, but then she stopped in her motions. Hidden behind some decorative flowers, something sparkling caught her eyes and she gasped in shock. With wide eyes she looked at you, only to find that you weren’t sitting on the other side of the table anymore but were on one knee right beside her. Tears immediately sprung to her eyes and her breath hitched in her throat.

“Baby? I know this might come as a surprise. But I couldn’t wait any longer.”

Although Jennie had planned herself to propose to you, this truly came as a surprise to her. But definitely not a negative one. In fact, she actually felt relieved that you would be asking her, because if the night would have continued like before, she wasn’t sure if she had ever asked you to marry her.

As you were reflecting the years that the two of you had spent together and were telling her all the reasons why you loved her, Jennie couldn’t hold back the tears anymore while a big gummy smile grew on her face.

“Jennie, will you marry me?”

When you finally asked the question, Jennie leaped into your arms and almost managed to catch you off balance.

“A thousand times yes.”

She squealed excitedly, and you chuckled in response while pulling her closer.

Only when you grabbed the ring and slid it on her finger, Jennie suddenly remembered the ring that was hidden in her own coat pocket.

“Oh my god.”

She gasped, causing you to look at her in confusion, but Jennie quickly got to her feet to grab the ring.

When you saw the small box, you seemed to be completely dumbfounded and Jennie had to stop herself from laughing.

“I actually wanted to propose to you today. But I chickened out every time.”

She chuckled and you started laughing loudly.

“That explains your weird behavior!”

You exclaimed and Jennie hid her face behind her hands in embarrassment.

But then you picked up the ring and put it on your ring finger with a cheeky smile, causing Jennie to pull you closer.

She couldn’t wait to start her forever with you.

Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung had never been so sure about anything else in her life than she was about you. Therefore, she had actually already known after the first week of dating that she wanted to marry you. For the sake of rationality, she had held back for a few years though, but now she couldn’t anymore. She just needed to ask you and be able to call herself your wife.

For months, she planned the perfect proposal. In the end, she opted to ask you with the help of the thing that she loved almost as much as you: music. She had written you a song that she wanted to sing to you during a nice picnic. You agreed instantly when she asked you to have a date in the park, although you didn’t know her whole plan of course. You were a little taken aback, when Chaeyoung brought her guitar with her, but she played it off by telling you that she wanted to show you their new comeback song.

Together you drove to a secluded area in the park a few blocks from your apartment where no one else was sitting. You prepared everything for the picnic and Chaeyoung decided to eat first, because she definitely needed something to calm her nerves. Just when she was about to get her guitar though, you cleared your throat.

“Hey babe, I might have lied to you about my intentions for this picnic.”

You admitted causing Chaeyoung to look at you with concern in her eyes. But then you rummaged in the picnic basket and pulled out a small box. When you opened it, it revealed a shiny ring and Chaeyoung gasped in surprise.

“I really love you, Chae. You make me feel safe and I trust you with my whole heart. I used to dread waking up in the mornings sometimes, but since I know you, I can’t even wait to open my eyes and see where another day with you will take me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you; grow together and master all the challenges that life will throw at us together.”

By now tears were running down Chaeyoung’s cheeks and she was covering her mouth with her hands because silent the sobs were escaping it frequently.

“I want to be yours forever, Chae. So will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

Because of her tears, Chaeyoung was too choked up to give you a verbal answer, so all she did was nod her head in response, causing you to smile widely before leaning forward to wrap your arms around her.

Chaeyoung squeezed you tightly and buried her head in the crook of your neck until she felt more or less stable again. When she pulled back, you were still smiling and happily slid the ring on her finger, making Chaeyoung suddenly realize that she had wanted to propose as well. Her gaze fell on her guitar and a pout made its way on her lips. All this work and now she hadn’t even been able to show it to you.

Apparently, you noticed the shift in her mood and instantly reached out to grab her hand.

“Hey what’s wrong?”

You asked concerned and Chaeyoung looked at you sheepishly.

“I wanted to propose to you too today. I even wrote you a song.”

She pouted and you were shocked for a moment before starting to laugh.

“Really? Hm... it would be a shame to waste that song. How about you propose to me nevertheless?”

You responded causing Chaeyoung to giggle.

“But you already proposed to me. Won’t it be stupid?”

She asked but you immediately shook your head.

“Not at all. Come on. Show me what you have written.”

You encouraged her and Chaeyoung quickly grabbed her guitar.

Her voice was still a little shaky from the crying, but you didn’t seem to mind one bit. Soon you started crying too and when Chaeyoung reached the end of the song, both of you were a sobbing mess.

“So will you marry me?”

Chaeyoung concluded her song before grabbing the ring that she had bought for you.

“Yes!”

You smiled and Chaeyoung leaped into your arms, making you both fall over. She peppered your whole face with kisses before resting her head on your chest and letting you run your fingers through your hair.

“I love you.”

You whispered, making Chaeyoung’s heart flutter.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

Lalisa

As Lisa was roaming the halls of the mall, she stopped dead in her tracks when she reached a particular shop. There was a ring in the window that just screamed your name. She looked at it and just knew that she had to propose to you with it. Therefore, she immediately went into the store and bought it.

Afterwards, she kept absentmindedly strolling through the mall, but she couldn’t concentrate on anything, because in her head she was already coming up with a plan to ask you to marry her. She didn’t want to have an ostentatious proposal with a lot of bystanders. Nevertheless, she still wanted it to be special. So soon an idea popped up in her head.

The liberation day was coming up which would be celebrated with a big firework. It could be seen from your apartment, so Lisa planned to cook a nice dinner for you and propose to you directly after the firework on your rooftop terrace with the incredible view of Seoul in the nighttime in the background. Satisfied with her idea, Lisa went home to you that day where she had to try hard not to blurt out her plans. She was glad that it was only a week till the d-day, because she had never been good at keeping secrets from you.

When the day finally came, Lisa was really excited and couldn’t contain herself from grinning the whole evening. You asked her several times why she was that giddy, but Lisa always blamed it on her stunning companion for the evening, making you blush every time. The night flew by and soon you were standing at the railing of the terrace and watched the colorful fireworks. Fireworks were not that special anymore to Lisa, but this one was truly amazing, and she looked at the sky like a little kid.

“Jagi! Look at that one!”

When a particularly bright firework lit up the sky, Lisa excitedly pointed at it to show you. But when she turned around to assure that you had seen it, you were suddenly down on one knee in front of her. With wide eyes and in confusion Lisa looked at you.

“What are you doing?”

She asked you and you chuckled in response.

“What does it look like? I’m proposing, of course.”

You joked before becoming serious again.

“Lisa, the past few years have been the happiest in my life and I-“

You had started to pour your heart out, but Lisa couldn’t help herself and started laughing because of the absurdity of the situation, causing you to look at her in shock. Lisa immediately realized that you were probably thinking that she was making fun of your proposal, so she quickly explained herself.

“Oh no, please don’t stop. This situation is just so funny, because I wanted to propose to you too.”

She said while rushing to the spot where she had hidden the ring to show it to you. You looked at her in disbelief for a second before starting to laugh as well.

“Are you serious right now?”

You giggled while shaking your head and Lisa nodded.

For a moment you looked back and forth between the rings, before fixing your gaze on Lisa again.

“So does that mean you’ll marry me?”

You asked sheepishly and a wide grin formed on Lisa’s face.

“Of course I do!”

She exclaimed excitedly, causing you to leap to your feet and wrap your arms around her body to spin her around. When you sat her back on the ground again, you looked at her and a grin was tugging on your lips.

“I really can’t believe that we both wanted to propose on the same day.”

You chuckled and Lisa wrapped her arms around your neck.

“Well great minds think alike.”

She stated proudly before pulling you closer to kiss you deeply.

[winzenni]

butterfly (nakamoto yuta)

Summary: when your secret tattoo is discovered and you're scolded during dance practice, the nice Japanese boy group trainee can't help but interfere.

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Pairing: trainee!yuta x trainee!reader

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: trigger warning! unwanted touching? also, we all know that yuta respects women af so i thought this would just be something he’s probably done

“and uh 5, 6, 7, 8.”

“smoother movements, people.”

“y/n, you’re late on the third count.

“one more time from the top.”

“y/n, fix your left arm.”

“last time from the top.”

It was just another day in the practice room, preparing for your next dance evaluation, but today’s practice felt a little harder than usual. Maybe it was the fact that it was over ninety degrees outside (a typical summer day in Korea), or the fact that you were wearing a fairly thick T-shirt with long sweats that were made for chilly weather.

When you woke up from your nap two hours earlier, you had completely forgotten about the group dance practice scheduled in ten minutes, and grabbed whatever clothes you saw first in your closet before dashing to the practice room, where your trainee friends were already warming up with the teacher.

“Ok, 10-minute break. Get some water and come back ready to clean up your moves.” said the instructor, Mr. Kim.

The trainees scattered from the center of the room, with some girls leaving to stop by the water fountain, some guys grabbing a towel to wipe their sweat, and some just plopping down on the floor to catch their breath.

“It’s so hot, Jiwoo. I think I might faint from heat exhaustion,” you tell your friends. Like you, Jiwoo has been training under SM for the past two years. Though make and female trainees were often divided during the training process, today, all trainees, both male and female, were learning the same hip-hop routine for the monthly evaluation.

“It's not that hot though? Maybe it's because you're wearing fleece sweats. Y/n, you really are going to pass out if you keep wearing that. I have extra shorts that you can wear.” Jiwoo pulls out a pair of black athletic shorts from her duffel bag and hands them to you.

“Really? Oh my god, Jiwoo, I don't know what I would do without you.” You take them from her, standing up. “I'll be back, I'm going to go change.”

--

The shorts definitely helped with the heat, but Jiwoo’s size and proportions were a little off from yours. She was a little shorter than you, which made the shorts barely reach halfway to your knee, yet the shorts were a little loose around your thighs, allowing the fabric to fly up each time you squatted or jumped. Nevertheless, it was better to show some skin than pass out from heat exhaustion.

Still, you didn't want the male trainees to see anything that you didn't want them to. And in particular, you didn't want anyone to see the tattoo on your inner thigh.

Not only were tattoos considered ugly and immature, but they were also a nuisance to makeup artists and stylists. Just knowing that you had an inked design on your body would make you less eligible to debut.

So to prevent the shorts from rising up and revealing your tattoo, you put less energy into the jumps, but this compromised the appearance of the performance.

“Ok, everyone stop,” said Mr. Kim. “Y/n, why are you jumping like a half dead frog? At this part, everyone needs to jump up like a spring, a slinky! You're a rusty wire right now, fix it.”

“Sorry, Mr. Kim. I’ll do better.”

In the next rounds of dancing, you decided to put your all into it, fearing a scolding from the teacher. Hopefully, no one would pay attention to you enough to notice what was under your shorts.

“From the top to the second jump,” Mr. Kim ordered.

1-2-3-4, 5-6-7-jump. 1-2-3-4, 5-6-7-jump. You counted in your head, focusing on only the dance and your movements.

1-2-3-4, 5-6-7-jump. 1-2-3-4, 5-6-7-jump. In this moment, you only noticed yourself, your swaying motions, your posture, your expressions.

1-2-3-4, 5-6-7-jump. 1-2-

“STOP!” Mr. Kim roared.

Everyone's eyes widened, unsure if they were the ones going to be scolded. At this point, it had been a longer practice than usual, and as practice dragged on, Mr. Kim’s mood and tolerance dwindled exponentially.

“Y/n. Step up.”

Your heart suddenly began pounding a mile a minute. What did you do wrong? You could have sworn your movements were perfect. You stepped forward from the grid formation, to the front of the class with your back facing them. In the mirror, you saw your fearful face in front of all the other trainee’s wide eyes and pitiful stares.

“Y/n. What is this?” Mr. Kim pointed to your right inner thigh, right where the fabric of the shorts ended and revealed a black mark on your skin. “Lift up your shorts.”

With shaking fingers, you slightly pull up the edge of the shorts to reveal a small inked butterfly on your thigh, just a few inches wide. In your peripheral vision, you could see the other trainees, sending looks of surprise? shock? confusion? to each other.

“Y/n……” the edge of Mr. Kim’s lips slid upward, almost laughing in your face to mock you. “You've been messing up all day and now this. You really continue to surprise me.”

He pulled up the edge of the shorts once more to get a glimpse of your tattoo, his foreign touch on your thigh making you flinch.

“If you're going to be a rebellious bitch and get a tattoo, at least make it creative!” He laughed. “A butterfly?”

At this point, you looked down at your feet in the mirror’s reflection, too embarrassed to face how the other trainees were looking at you. You blinked quickly to prevent any tears from falling. Would you have to get the tattoo removed to keep training? Or worse, would you maybe even be kicked out? Having a tattoo was one thing, but you had been causing some trouble during today's practice with your mistakes.

Mr. Kim’s scolding continued in the back of your mind, but you tuned it out with the clouded thoughts of what might happen to you. You were brought back to the current situation when Mr. Kim’s hands pulled up your shorts again to see the tattoo, this time a little too high, revealing a sliver of your black underwear. You took a step back.

“Hey!” A new body appeared in your field of vision, pushing away Mr. Kim’s hand and stepping in between you and the teacher with his y'all figure.

“M-mr. Kim,” you started.

“Hah, look at this-this,” Mr. Kim didn't know where to start with cursing you. “Y/n, you're dismissed. Leave now. Yuta, get out of my way and go back to your position.”

It took a minute for you to process Mr. Kim’s words. Dismissed from practice? Dismissed from the monthly evaluation? Dismissed from the training you had put the past two years of your life into and given up academics and friends and good food for? With all these thoughts in your mind, you couldn't help but let some tears slide down your cheek as you left the room and went into the hallway. You couldn't even hear the roaring voice of another teenager behind you.

“You can't touch her like that! That's not-"

--

Sitting in an empty recording room, you couldn’t help but let the tears run down your face.

You had worked so hard for so long to get to where you were, and you might have just lost it all because of a stupid butterfly tattoo you thought would be cute a year ago. In your head, you could only hear the sound of your own crying and the troublesome thoughts plaguing your mind.

A boy sat next beside you. Looking at you through his straight blond bangs, he says, “Sorry about what happened to you back there. That wasn't cool at all.”

You try to even your breathing and control your tears for a moment to respond. “Thanks, but it wasn't your fault so you don't need to apologize. Why are you here? Aren't you going to get in trouble for leaving practice?”

“Well, I just didn't think it was fair for you to be treated like that back there,” the boy says, looking down at his feet. “I-I wanted to see if you were ok. Oh, and I'm Yuta by the way. Nakamoto Yuta. Nice to meet you.” He offers a hand to shake, and you grasp it weakly to give it a friendly shake. 

“I'm y/n,” you say in an almost silent whisper. “You should go back. One dismissed trainee is enough.”

“No, I'll stay here until you stop crying,” Yuta declares firmly. “I-I just really think it was so unfair for you to go through that. It's so dumb, like honestly, it's just a tattoo! It's no different from… from me wearing this earring or choosing to have blond hair!” He says, readjusting the beanie around his bangs. 

After a moment of silence and looking down at your shoes, your sweaty legs and tired ankles, Yuta gently breaks the silence.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You hesitate for a moment, wondering if it will be burdensome to release your tensions and worries into this stranger you've just met today. However, his aura radiates a warm, welcoming feeling, like a close friend you've reunited with after a long time.

“I just… I just did so much to get here. I don’t think I can live with myself if this is what gets me kicked out.” Your mind reverts back to flashbacks of all the meals you skipped, tears you cried, hours you danced, and sleepless nights you had dedicated to your journey to debut. To throw that all to waste over sweating a little too hard and changing pants at dance practice -- it would be a burden you would not be able to live with. 

Coming to terms with the tragic future you’ve set up for yourself, a tear slips from your eye down onto your shoes, not going unnoticed by Yuta. 

“Hey, hey, y/n, look at me,” he says.

You look up to him from under your tear-stained eyelashes, meeting his honey-like gaze.

“You’re not going to get kicked out. It’s gonna be ok,” he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and squeezing it comfortingly before sharply retracting his arm. 

“S-sorry, I… is it ok if I put my arm here?” He asks.

You nod, leaning into his touch and putting your head on his shoulder. 

You sit together for a while like that, without exchanging any words. Though he doesn’t say anything besides softly rubbing circles into your shoulder, Yuta’s mere presence and the warmth radiating from his body brings you a sense of consolation. 

“I think it’s cute,” Yuta says, after what feels like ten or fifteen minutes of silence.

“Hm?” you say.

“The butterfly,” he explains. “I think it’s cute. Don’t listen to what others say about it. I think it’s really cute.”

“Thanks. It’s supposed to represent, like, hope and endurance,” you say. “I got it a few months into training because it was a difficult time for me. So whenever I mess up, I just look at it and think about…. I guess, I remind myself to keep going.”

Yuta nods, processing the symbolism of it and how much it must’ve meant to you. “I’ll be your butterfly,” he chimes in quietly.

“Huh?”

“You’re going to keep training here with me. I’m not going to let you quit now.”

Though his words sound motivational, you wonder, what power does he have over this? Well, whatever happens, you’re glad you were able to make a new friend. Little do you know that Yuta’s father has some... connections with the company.

[hobiorbit]

3′s a crowd IV (m.)

relationship: kim namjoon x reader, kim namjoon x jeon jungkook warnings: angst, cheating, emotional and physical infidelity, consensual infidelity, polyamory/open relationships (done wrong, of course) summary: in which it hurts too much to let namjoon go, so you let him ruin you slowly.

“I’m the biggest dick alive.” Namjoon muttered pitifully, as Jungkook held him in his arms. The younger hated seeing Namjoon so distraught, so helpless. Jungkook shushed him.

“No, you’re not. You- we’ve made some questionable decisions. But we’re going to have to accept that, and move forward, Namjoon.” Jungkook sighed. The words he spoke felt like cotton in his mouth, soaking up every syllable, leaving him to try and wet his lips with his dry tongue. Anxiety had been eating at his stomach ever since yours and Namjoon’s anniversary.

The air in the house had been thick with tension. It was as if everyone was afraid to speak, as if it would cause your reality to shift and you would be left scrambling to find familiarity.

They were simply prolonging the inevitable, and this is what Namjoon was so distraught about. Because in your emotional- and well, even physical- absence, he realized how much it hurt to miss you, how much it hurt to not have you around.

Namjoon realized that the confidence he had in you staying with him was overzealous, and now he knew there was no way out of the fact that you were going to leave him like you should have the minute you caught him cheating.

He figures that would’ve made things easier. To see you mad, to see you stand up for yourself. Because you would’ve realized immediately that you deserved better. But you didn’t know that at the time, got so caught up in being unwanted that you stuck around, and Namjoon used it to his own advantage.

It would’ve been easier if you left right then because he wouldn’t have had the time to grow even more used to you staying beside him no matter what, whether you should’ve or not.

“I love her so much.” Namjoon heaved, throat tight and scratchy as more moisture fell down his cheeks, warming his already red skin even more. Jungkook didn’t even flinch at the older’s words, having grown used to it. Even if he was a dick to you, there was no question that Namjoon did love you.

When Namjoon had came back from his business trip to your house filled only with Jungkook, he began to sob. Jungkook had consoled him, and told him that he would have time to make it up to you.

Jungkook was a bad liar.

“I now you do.” Jungkook responded, petting at the older man’s hair in resentment. Jungkook hated what he’d slowly become without noticing. When he looked into the mirror he saw a homewrecker, abandoning all morals for a man who really didn’t love him as much as he liked to claim. And instead of staying away and assuring Namjoon that you were all he really needed, he played into the fantasy for his own fun and games, to feel just an ounce of happiness Namjoon used to provide for you.

And when he was sneaking around, with absolutely no repercussions, those decisions seems like great ones.

But during moments like these, he gets to reflect and wonder where he’d currently be if he didn’t get involved with the handsome man at his office. He could’ve been in a perfectly happy relationship himself. Jungkook’s personality was an easy one to love- usually. He could only think of one person who hated his guts, and he couldn’t blame her.

“She’s gonna leave me.” Namjoon sobbed into Jungkook's already soaked shirt, covering the thing material in tears and saliva and probably even some snot. Jungkook didn’t feel disgusted, just pitiful.

Jungkook was a bad liar.

So, Jungkook opted to pet his hand through Namjoon’s hair, offering him the most comfort he currently could. And feeling as broken as he did, he wondered how you made it so long.

-

“Thanks for letting me stay, Yoon.” You said shyly after you’d finished your breakfast, waiting next to Yoongi’s front door so you could say goodbye.

His appearance was endearing- face puffy, hair tousled and joggers hanging crookedly on his hips. You wanted to reach out and pinch his cheek, grabbing the generous amount of skin and watching as he slapped your hand away in embarrassment.

But you kept to yourself, as Yoongi shook his head. “Always welcome. Better get used to the company, anyway- I hope.” Yoongi said. What he meant was, ‘I really want to get used to you staying because if you do that means you’re done with that dickwad you call a boyfriend, and it’d be great for both of us.’

You understood completely.

“I’ll let you know how it goes.” You said softly, lips pouting outwards as you steeled yourself for your adventures to come. Yoongi wanted to lean in, to tell you that you’d do fine, give you the confidence you needed to end everything.

He opted to smooth your hair back out of your face, tapping his finger on your nose. “Do make some good decisions today. Good luck, cherry. Door’s always open.” Yoongi assured you, giving you the last push you needed to leave his house and finish what Namjoon had started.

Your heart was beating alarmingly fast, body temperature steadily rising as you neared the place you called home.

You were not scared of violence or anger. Namjoon would never hurt you- anyone, for that matter. Jungkook seemed entirely complacent with your stance on your dysfunctional relationship and on him, and didn’t seem to feel the need to challenge it.

What you were worried about was tears. Seeing Namjoon fall apart in front of you as you told him it was over. The possibility of him begging you to stay was daunting. You weren’t sure if you could stand your ground if he did. And furthermore, if he didn’t, it just proved how much he was already over you, when the thought of finally let him go was enough to bring tears into your eyes.

“You’ve got this, cherry.” You whispered to yourself outside the door to your own house, quietly and childishly. You clenched and unclenched your fist a couple of times before wrapping it around the door knob, twisting and pushing it open.

The familiar scent of Namjoon’s favorite candles wafted straight into your nose, a smell you weren’t sure you’d ever experience again, unless walking through a domestic grocery store, where memories of your first love would come flooding back to you. Shaking your head, you shrugged your shoes off and planted your bag down on the floor beside the door. It was better to leave it there, you figured, since you had every intention of staying strong and leaving anyways.

As soon as your overnight bag met the ground with a gentle thud, you heard footsteps shuffling in from the living room, racing over to see who had come in. You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and carefully as you lifted your head to see your boyfriend, and Jungkook.

“Sweetheart” Namjoon breathed, almost in shock. You looked at him, and realized that the reality of your situation had finally caught up to him. His complexion was significantly duller than usual, hair a mess and eyes red rimmed and puffy. He looked sad, and it made you sad.

“I think we need to talk.” You said, voice a quiet timber as you waited for his response. His face dropped, eyes conveying fear as they teared up, lips starting to quiver.

“Please, don’t say that, baby. I know what that means. Please.” Namjoon said, bringing a hand up to his face to cover his mouth, taking deep breaths to calm himself down as Jungkook brought a hand to his back, rubbing it in circles. The gesture didn’t ignite fire of jealousy or self pity in you, but rather just left you feeling empty.

“I have to, Namjoon. I can’t live like this anymore. I’ve been treated like shit long enough, and I think it’s time I finally get out of your hair. Namjoon, I love you, but it hurts too much. I can’t do it anymore. It’ll never be the same.” You explained to him, voice void of any emotion if once would have had. You didn’t feel passionate about this, but sad and broken. Wishing things would’ve turned out any other way.

Namjoon’s breathing intake had increased, anxious heaves leaving his mouth as he attempted to stay calm in front of you. You wanted nothing more than to go and comfort him, but you felt glued to the counter. Jungkook had barely looked at you- whether out of distaste or embarrassment, you weren’t sure.

“Come here,” Jungkook whispered to Namjoon, pulling a chair out at the dining room table. “Sit.” He finished, patting Namjoon on the back as he guided him to sit. Jungkook’s actions seemed to calm the other man down, which you appreciated. You observed Jungkook sit beside him, and you thought about sitting down with them, but opted to stand your ground- once you were done speaking your peace, you’d go and round up as many of your things you could, and as fast as you could.

“Y/N- sweetheart, I love you so much. I’m so fucking sorry you can’t see that. I’m so sorry I fucked everything up for you- for everyone. Is there any way we can work this out?” Namjoon asked you, desperately, teary eyes staring right into yours.

And you almost said yes. Almost abandoned everything you were pushing yourself towards, just to make him happy again. It hurt to tell him no while he was looking at you like that, so you closed your eyes and bowed your head.

“I can’t do it, Namjoon. I’m sorry, but I can’t do it again.” You whispered honestly, tearfully. Judging from the choked sob that left his lips, he didn’t like your answer. When you looked back up his face was stuffed into his hands, Jungkook guiltily leaning next to him as he tried to comfort the broken hearted man.

Jungkook didn’t have his eyes on Namjoon, but rather you. His gaze was no longer cold or competitive, it was subdued, almost as if he had detached himself from the situation altogether. And even knowing everything he’d done to hurt you, you couldn’t help but feel bad about the way things turned out for him, too.

You wondered if they would stay together even after you were gone.

The thought made your head swim, so you began to walk down the hall to your once shared bedroom, making a mental checklist of your absolute necessities.

“I’m gonna get my things. I’ll be out of your hair soon enough.” You said awkwardly. Namjoon’s head perked up at your words. “Huh? Where are you going? Baby, I get it, you don’t want to be with me anymore, but please think this through.” Namjoon told you, worry coating his tone. It was nice to know he still cared about what happened to you.

You gave him a sad smile. “Don’t worry, I’m in good hands. Yoongi offered to let me stay at his house until I found another apartment.” You assured Namjoon. His face soured at your words, a mixture of anger and melancholy.

“Of course he did.” Namjoon muttered darkly, shaking his head. You furrowed your eyebrows in annoyance, perking one up. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked calmly.

Namjoon looked up you, expression deadpan. He seemed to be done crying, a new stage of grief consuming him. “As if you don’t know. He was always trying to get into your pants, why do you think I fucking hated him so much? You know what, I bet you started cheating with him long before I ever laid a hand on Jungkook. Any dunce can see he loves you. Was I never good enough?” Namjoon seethed.

His words filled you with shock, for a multitude of reasons. Jungkook stiffened at Namjoon’s words, feeling as the air got thick with tension and anger. You exhaled harshly, trying not to snap.

“Namjoon, the last thing you want to do is project your issues onto me,” You started, turning around to face him, in the strongest stance you could muster. “I went to hell and back just to stay together with you, to try and be happy again. You know for a fact I’d never cheat on you. Ever. Even if Yoongi was in love with me, the only problem it could’ve ever caused was insecurity on your part. My heart only beat for you, and you decided that wasn’t good enough. I’m getting my things, and I’ll send someone for the rest- but I’m leaving, for good.” You spoke.

Your voice was shaky and it felt like electricity was running through your veins, shocking you every time you moved. Nonetheless, you quickly bolted to your bedroom, not caring to stay for a rebuttal, because in your mind you’d said everything you needed to.

For once the sadness had been replaced with something as energizing as anger, and even though it burned and twisted like fire inside of you, it was better than feeling empty.

You stuffed some of your favorite clothes into a backpack, cramming as much into the pathetic little sack as you could. You grabbed your phone charger- which you’d forgotten the first time, and crowded your arms with toiletries. When you’d grabbed everything you were capable of you rushed out of the bathroom, bristling past Jungkook who’d been watching the entire scene. Part of you wondered how much of a show you were putting on for Jungkook to prefer watching you pack after a messy breakup rather than comfort his boyfriend.

His eyes locked with yours as you walked past, and you stayed silent. Namjoon had shut himself into the guest bedroom in a fit of tears and anger, and you knew due to the loud slam of the bedroom door.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry, Y/N. I hope you find what you deserve.” Jungkook mumbled, leaning back against the hallway wall as he watched you retreat, just like he should’ve done months ago.

His words sent tingles up your spine and made you stop in your tracks. You didn’t know what to do, feeling his presence watching from behind as you wondered what to do, what to say. Lifting your head up again, you resumed your journey to the door.

“I guess I hope you do, too. Maybe this will be a lesson for all of us.” You sighed, eyes burning as a layer of angry tears coated your eyes. Bending over, you grabbed your other bag before turning around one final time, getting a hard look at what you used to call home.

Namjoon was nowhere to be found, and Jungkook stared back at you. You sent him a nod, to which he returned.

You turned around and shut the door behind you, feeling as if you’d lost half of your entire being. As you felt your heart cloud with sadness, you tried to remind yourself that this was for the best. A new beginning.

You drove to Yoongi’s house with your head held high.

-

You’d walked in without knocking, using the spare key Yoongi had given to you right when he bought the house. Rarely did you ever do it, only ever thinking about using it when Yoongi had left you in charge of his plants when he had to leave for extended amounts of time.

If you were going to be living here, there was no use in getting flustered over personal space- this was your personal space now.

The house was eerily quiet when you got in, leading you to believe Yoongi had holed himself up in his room after breakfast. He had a bad habit of returning to bed when he didn’t have anything in particular to do, so you headed down to his bedroom.

The door was open a crack, and you could hear the melodic noise of Hoseok’s laughter coming through the slight opening. You smiled to yourself, happy that you’d get to hear something so precious more often now.

However, the glimpse you’d gotten of what was happening on the other side of the door was startlingly familiar.

Thank god it wasn’t as graphic as the first time it happened- not to mention you weren’t dating either of them, anyway. However, you couldn’t help but notice the feelings the sight in front of you stirred up in your being.

Hoseok was leaning over Yoongi, blankets tossed all around them- evidence of a play wrestling match, most likely one Yoongi had initiated. The darker haired male was smiling at your best friend, leaning down and pressing kisses to all parts of his face before planting a soft one on his lips, staying there a second before pulling back, admiration in his eyes.

“You’re dumb,” Yoongi snorted. “We can’t do this right now. I don’t know when Y/N will be back, and and I’m worried about her.” Yoongi said, making you smile. At least he hadn’t forgotten about you, even though you were practically ten feet away from him.

Hoseok sighed, not feeling any annoyance at Yoongi’s word. He sat back up, staring at the ceiling. “You’re a lot more than worried about her.” Hoseok smiled, making Yoongi’s cheeks puff out in embarrassment as he sent a light slap into the other man's side.

“Don’t bring that up. It’s embarrassing. She’s breaking up with her boyfriend as we speak- well, I hope she is.” Yoongi muttered. His words filled you with confusion, causing you to bolt away from the door as you finally realized that you were eavesdropping, even if you were the topic of conversation.

You shuffled as lightly down the hallway as you could before opening the front door and slamming it shut- more loudly than the first time. Then you plopped your bags down on the floor before kicking your shoes off rather noisily, hoping at least one person would hear you before coming to find you on their own.

Yoongi practically bolted down the hallway, eyes wide as he surveyed you for any type of damage- physical or emotional. When you appeared fine, he tilted his head. He’d at least expected your face to be tear stained, but he couldn’t see any trace.

“Cherry, how’d it go?” He asked you, bringing his hands to yours as Hoseok walked out from behind him, sending you a smile and a happy greeting. You returned it, trying to push any and all thoughts about what you’d just witnessed out the window so you could assure Yoongi you were fine.

“Well, I did it.” You said, figuring you’d get the brunt of everything out of the way first. You noticed how Yoongi let out a small sigh of relief, letting his head fall a little as he relaxed. Hoseok touched you on the shoulder, causing Yoongi to let go of one of your hands.

“I have a feeling this is quite the story. Why don’t we go sit down?” He inquired sweetly, to which you nodded. Hoseok had a way of making you feel giddy inside, despite the recent events you’d dealt with. Nodding, you allowed him to lead you and Yoongi to the living room.

“Sounds like a great idea, Hobi.” You told him. You sat on the couch first, with room on either side as to let Yoongi choose whatever side he wanted. He tended to switch it up, so you’d learned to sit in the middle of the couch so he had both options open. The man ended up sitting to the right of you, and you expected Hoseok to sit next to him, but instead he sat on your other side, thigh touching yours.

Yoongi’s eyes zeroed in on how close you were, but said nothing. “So? What happened?” Yoongi asked you, finally. You rolled your eyes.

“Well, it started out… Pretty much how I expected it to. He ended up crying a lot in the beginning, and Jungkook just sort of awkwardly stood there trying to comfort him. Once I told Namjoon I was staying with you, he practically blew a fuse. His attitude did a 180, really! He told me that- that you like me… And that I was cheating on him with you long before he ever touched Jungkook. Oh my god, it made me so mad that he’d tried to paint me as the unfaithful one, when I’ve done nothing but suffer for him.” You said indignantly, feeling yourself get worked up again.

Hoseok scoffed, more caught up in the fact Namjoon had projected himself onto you- whereas Yoongi had been stunned into silence, trying to search for anything to say that wouldn’t further incriminate him- while also consciously not trying to ruin any shot he ever might have had with you.

“He’s an asshole, is what he is. You did the right thing and I’m proud of you, cherry. He has no business trying to paint you as the bad guy, don’t get caught up in that for a second.” Yoongi assured you as Hoseok’s hands had found their way to the back of your neck, lightly rubbing at the skin to help you calm down.

You wondered why Yoongi didn’t mention anything about him having feelings for you. Part of you wanted to write it off and say it wasn’t important, that if he didn’t mention it he must not even think of you in that way- he’d probably already forgotten.

But why did that hurt so much?

[craft-rose]

anomaly (pt. 6)

Title: anomaly 

Pairing: Reader + Jungkook

Rated: M

Type: Covenant!AU

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

You awoke to the sound of your alarm.

The sound was both loud and piercing to the ears. Probing at the nightstand, you grabbed your phone and swiped your thumb across the screen, turning off the Harry Potter theme, which, upon having made it your ringtone, you had slowly come to despise with every ounce of your soul.

You considered going back to sleep, shifting your attention to the window as you turned over. Going by the pale skies, and the cars in the driveway, it was still really early. The group members were undoubtedly asleep, tucked away in their bedrooms on the second floor of the house.

I really have to pee. 

Although Yoongi had given you permission to spend the night, he had told you nothing of the layout, the rules, where to find the nearest bathroom in case you needed it, etc.

Fuck. 

Unable to ignore your bladder any longer, you got up and out of bed, tiptoeing across the guest room and through the long, dimly lit hallway, clutching your overnight bag to your chest. To your relief, the hallway was empty. There was no one. Not a sound. Just the echo your own footsteps as you opened and closed a few doors, in search of the nearest bathroom. As you approached the door on the far end of the hallway, past the living room and the kitchen, and what appeared to be the room where the boys kept their gifts from ARMY, you heard something.

Music.

It was faint, so faint you almost missed it, but you recognized the rhythm. Your roommate, Erin, had listened that exact song for weeks after it was released. Every morning and every night. At the time you thought you hated it, but hearing it now, after everything that happened to you the past couple of days, you found it comforting, strangely.

Coming towards the door, you opened it, just a crack.

There was a dance room inside. It wasn’t as large as the one in those dance practice videos that Erin used to binge watch, but it was sizeable enough that you didn’t immediately notice the young man inside, in front of the mirror.

His hair was stringy and tangled, his face was bare, and he was dressed in sweats. By the look of him alone, you figured he had been in there a long time, running through choreography, releasing the buildup of stress that he had instinctively held in throughout the weeks. 

In large part, you knew it was wrong to invade his space like this, but you couldn’t look away.

You had no idea he was such a good dancer.

It was only when the music stopped, that you snapped out of it.

“Y/N?” Jungkook asked, looking at you through the reflection in the mirror.

You froze. “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just — I was looking for the bathroom and I-I —”

“Down the hall on your right,” he cut in, rather curtly.

Skin prickling with embarrassment, you nodded to him in thanks on your way out. Dragging the door shut behind you, you realized how crazy you must have looked, staring at him like a rabid sasaeng fan in the shadows.

Whatever chance I had is gone, you thought, face screwing immediately after. Chance? What am I saying? I need to shut up.

You took a sharp right, happening upon the bathroom in the few seconds that followed. Quickly closing the door, you glanced at yourself in the mirror above the sink. Naturally you looked a mess. A tangled, swollen, half-awake mess. 

Great.

With only your toothbrush and a single change of clothes at your disposal, you made quick work of your morning routine, checking your phone every couple of seconds to see if either your aunt or your roommate had replied to the texts you had sent them.

It was still reasonably early. You suspected they were still asleep. But the longer you waited, the more you worried. Last you checked, your aunt and niece had made it safely to the island. As for your roommate, Erin, you had no idea if she had made it to her parents’ house.

Looping your hair into a topknot, you took one last look in the bathroom mirror — only slightly less messy than before — and wrapped your fingers around the doorknob, twisting it open to find a string-haired guy leaning against the wall, a couple of feet away, his hands in his pockets and his head tilted down.

The second you stepped out, he glanced up.

Your stomach felt as if it had flipped inside out. “S-sorry. I didn't know you were waiting.”

“I wasn’t,” Jungkook uttered to you, straightening his posture. “Waiting for the bathroom, I mean.”

“Oh ...” 

There was a second or two of silence before he said the rest.

“I was thinking of heading out soon,” he explained, darting a quick, unobtrusive look at you. “Do you want to come?”

Your eyebrows twitched up. “Now?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. I just thought since we’re both up —”

“I want to,” You interjected, a little too quickly for your liking. “I mean if you want me to, then I want to. But if you don’t, it’s completely okay.”

He pressed his lips together, presumably to keep from laughing. “Meet me in ten?”

Cringing at yourself, you nodded. “In ten.”

There were traces of morning light pouring in through the gaps between the blinds, illuminating the empty, two-bedroom apartment. Yoongi tiptoed inside, softly pressing the front door closed as he had a look around. To his surprise, there were no signs of forced entry. Anywhere. The locks on the windows and the doors, were all in tact. Going by the dust outlines along the floors and tables, not a single piece of furniture, nor a single photograph or household ornament, was out of place.

Everything was exactly the way the two girls had left it, down to the day-old, half-eaten bagel on the kitchen table.

Yoongi resisted the urge to throw it out, instead shifting his attention to the bottle of ibuprofen on the counter. There was a glass of water beside it. Hesitating for only a moment, the young rapper placed his hand over the glass, allowing his fingers to hover just an inch over the lip prints along the rim.

Within seconds, he deduced the lip prints belonged to you — not the hunter he had come looking for.

Unlike the hunters he had dealt with in the past, this one seemed to move differently. They left no trace behind, not one indication that they even existed. He had only your word and the reports of that other girl who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

B-bzz. B-bzz.

Snapping out of it, Yoongi glanced down at his phone.

From: Kim Namjoon

No practice today. Seokjin and I are going to investigate Third Street if you want to come.

The other guys were suspicious of a hunter as well. He knew he should have told them about you the moment he found you outside of the house, but for some reason he hadn’t. Either for you, for Jungkook, or for himself. He didn't know anymore.

Sliding his phone into his back pocket, he turned around to leave, stopping dead in his tracks the second he heard it.

Creak.

The sun had just barely risen, and the city was slowly coming to life, early birds either heading to work or going out for their morning jog.

You weren't one for exercise. Erin was always going to yoga and trying out new, trendy workouts but you had always preferred exercising your mind over your body.

As expected, Jungkook was definitely more of an Erin type.

“How much longer?” You asked, losing breath as you embarked your third lap around the park.

Having just caught wind of how grossly out of shape you were, Jungkook turned around, jogging backwards as if completely at your expense. “Oh, come on. We’re only just getting started.”

“Wh-when you asked if I wanted to h-head out, I-I thought you meant b-breakfast — not military t-training,” You panted, only half joking.

He chuckled. “This isn’t even close to what they do in the military.”

“H-how would you know? You’re a b-baby.”

“I’ve seen videos,” he shrugged, finally slowing to a stop. “Five minute water break and then we move on to burpees.”

You groaned, crumpling down on the pavement as a few joggers passed by. To your surprise they were completely unshaken by the sight of Jungkook. You knew for a fact the reaction would have been different in your area. There would have been riots on the streets, buildings torched down to the ground, thousands of screaming middle schoolers racing to find their favourite member.

The thought of it alone, gave you shivers.

Suffice to say, Bangtan lived in a different part of the city. The people in their neighbourhood were probably used to seeing idols, and the park itself was gated, permitted only to people who lived in the area.

“I don’t know what burpees are, but they sound like a fucking nightmare,” You countered, slowly coming to your feet. “One more lap and we get ice cream.”

Jungkook took a swig from his water bottle, tossing it to you. “Five more laps and we get high-protein vegan shakes.”

Just the sound of that made your heart hurt. “I might actually hate you.”

“Good,” he smirked, breaking out into a jog. “Break’s over!”

“But it hasn’t been five minutes yet!” You called out, to no avail.

Twenty minutes and five laps later, you collapsed on the grass, morning light pouring over you as you closed your eyes, ready to knock the fuck out. The last time you had worked out so hard, you were in high school, and your PE teacher had made you do laps for coming late to class.

“See. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” the idol asked, sitting down beside you.

You opened your eyes specifically to glare at him. “If this is your way of telling me that I should lose weight, I swear to Merlin, the moment we get back to the house, I’m going to squat over your bed and take the most disgusting vegan sh —”

“This has nothing to do with your weight,” he interjected, plainly.

Your face screwed “Then why are we here?”

For a split second he just looked at you, and you truly thought he was going to laugh, dig into the insecurities that you had buried deep into your subconscious — not that you really cared. 

If he wanted to spend his life dieting and exercising, he had every right to do just that. You felt zero inclination to change. For him or anyone else.

The moment you opened your mouth to tell him that, he plucked a dandelion from the grass and placed the yellow flower in your palm, the petals slightly wilted.

Glancing down at it, you felt your chest squeeze. “What’s this for?”

Eyes on you, he answered. “Do you remember that night in the café, when you defended yourself against Cameron?”

You fell silent at the memory, nodding.

“You felt this weird sort of energy that you couldn’t control. Like adrenaline, but stronger. Right?” 

Again, you simply nodded, stomach knotting as you thought of Cameron, his hands around your neck.

Without a moment left to waste, Jungkook glanced down at the dandelion and carefully grazed his fingertips along the wilted petals. You had no idea what he was doing, only that everything else in the park had somehow faded into the background. The world was mute. It was just the two of you, the dandelion in the palm of your hand, and Jungkook’s dark brown eyes fixed on you as you glanced down at the dandelion, your breath catching in the back of your throat as the petals slowly came back to life, bright and vibrant as ever.

“W-wait — Did you just —You didn’t just —”

“I did,” he said, in quiet observation of the shock and wonder in your eyes. “And you can, too. Using the same energy that kept you alive that night.” 

You had no idea what to say, how to verbalize the feelings that were shooting through you.

“So, it’s real? Everything you said to me before? There — there’s some kind of weird magic shit inside me that just exploded that night?”

He nodded. “I can teach you to harness that weird magic shit, take control of it.”

You peeled your lips apart as if to ask him a thousand questions at once, but only one managed to escape. “How do I get rid of it?”

His expression changed, but only for a second. “You can’t,” he uttered to you. “I get that it’s a lot to handle, especially when you’ve been living in the dark all your life, but it’s important that you learn to control it. You don’t want it to overwhelm you.” 

“Like that night at the café,” You came to realize, swallowing the rush of emotions. “I just — it came out of nowhere.”

“It was dormant for a long time. As crazy as it is to say, when Cameron attacked you, he woke you up.”

You spared a moment to think, to let his words sink in. “So, without adrenaline, it doesn’t work? I can’t use the weird magic shit?”

“With practice, you can use whenever you want,” he said. “But it is easier when you’re charged up.”

“That explains the laps,” You realized, feeling all sorts of stupid.

Without saying anything — not one ‘I told you so’ — the idol turned his body towards you, just a foot of distance between the two of you as he held his hands out, palms facing up. You looked up at him with question marks in your eyes.

“It won’t be like last time,” he said. “I promise.”

For whatever reason, you believed him.

Carefully placing your hands in his, you closed your eyes, and you waited. The last time you had joined hands with him, you ended up leaving his house, enraged by the things he had said to you, and ultimately terrified of what it all meant. But this time was different. Your chest hitched as he lowered his hands, positioning them so they hovering about half an inch beneath yours.

At first you felt nothing. Just the lingering warmth of his palms and fingers.

It was only as you released the breath you had been holding in, that you felt it. 

That strange, inexplicable pull that you had felt on the train, at the café and in the guest room the previous night — concentrated between your hands in his. You couldn’t decide whether it felt hot or cold, firm or soft, good or bad, only that it was particular to Jungkook, and that, strange as it was, you didn’t want it to end.

When he finally pulled away, you unconsciously leaned forward, eyes flying open.

“Holy shit …” You breathed, blinking up at him. “Wh-what was that?”

“That’s what happens when people like us come together,” he explained. “The energy becomes stronger, heightened.”

“What are we exactly? Vampires, werewolves, zombies?”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “No, none of those. We don’t have a name.”

“Why is that?”

“Our existence is meant to be kept secret. It’s hard to do that when there’s a name attached.”

You were silent for a second, absorbing the information only to feel a tiny vibration in the pocket of your coat. Erin, you thought, hurriedly retrieving your phone and glancing at the screen.

From: Unknown Sender

You look beautiful today.

Throat clenching, you darted a look over your shoulder, and around every inch of the park that you could see from where you were. There was no one. Just a few joggers and the idol in front of you.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook finally asked.

You swallowed the anxious lump in your throat, passing your phone to him. “He’s been taunting me since last night. I tried calling the number once, before I fell asleep, but the call didn’t go through.”

He examined that message, and the others, chewing his bottom lip in thought.

“Should we go?” You asked, glancing around again, the inside of your stomach beginning to twist.

Jungkook stayed silent, handing your phone back a moment later. “Yeah, let’s get out of here,” he said, to your complete and utter relief. “It’s time you meet the guys.”

[yg-got7scenarios]

7 Days of Heaven (Day 7 – Yugyeom)

**GIF NOT MINE

Teaser 1 Teaser 2  Prologue Day 1-Jaebum Day 2-Mark  Day 3-Jinyoung Day 4-Jackson Day 5-Youngjae Day 6-Bambam  

Characters:  Kim Yugyeom (GOT7) X You (OC/Reader) X GOT7 members

Genre:  Smut

Warning/s:  Dom!Yugyeom, Lots of hair pulling (just because hahaha), thigh and butt smacking (hmmm), choking (mild), Bondage (light), Thigh Riding (because I love Yugyeom’s slender thighs they scream sex), Actual riding hahaha sorry about that, Dry humping???, what else?? Idk anymore jfc just read it

Length:  5,768 words

A/N:  OK!!! So this is the 7th and last installment of my GOT7 Smut Series, 7 Days of Heaven! It took me centuries to finally complete this hahaha and it’s been more than 5 months since I posted the teasers (can you believe it omg).  I wanted to thank each and every one of you who had consistently shown love and support for this series!  I didn’t really expect to receive this much love and appreciation so I really, really am thankful!!!

By the way here is the final installment, I hope it is good?  And things got a bit out of hand, as always, so I hope this makes up for the weeks rather months of waiting!

Also, please make sure to read until the end :))))))))))))))))  That’s it, enjoooooooooy!

At this point, Mark and Jaebum are already downing the rest of the soju and beers that you guys had left behind while waiting for Jinyoung to come back.  They cannot make you stop talking about their younger members and your sexual desires towards them, making them more awkward by the second, hoping that you just finish rambling and mumbling so that they can put you to bed and they can all either go home or sleep on your guest room or living room.

“_____, let’s tak-“

“WAAAAIIIIT, M’ not yet done, k?” Your voice is turning slurry and Mark just slumped on the couch and Jaebum just let out a sigh.

“Just let her finish, then we can tuck her to bed once she’s done.”  Jaebum pats Mark’s thigh and the older agrees.

“So, we’re down to the maknae of GOT7, ______, Yugyeom, what can you say about him?”  Mark asks before downing the rest of his beer.

“OH OH OH, that maknae, Yugyeom, damn!  He is so sexy when he dances.  Have you seen Hit the Stage? Hot damn!  It is the first time that I envied a fucking floor.  Can he hump on me like that too?  Huh???  What do you think?  That will be great, right?  Damn…” You giggled loudly and Jinyoung already came back.

“OK OK, so I guess we are all done, oppa’s gonna tuck you to bed, okay?  ______?”  You nodded and you barely had your eyes open when Jinyoung asks you to jump on his back, carrying you upstairs towards your room.  Jaebum and Mark just sighed before cleaning the mess in the living room as they waited for Jinyoung to come back so that they can all go home and call this a night.

Steam and fog started to cloud the entire shower room, but you cannot seem to notice it.  The hot, almost burning water from the shower hits the flushed, pinkish skin of your back and it travels down your backside, to the back of your thighs, until it hits the white, tiled floor.  You relished the relaxing feeling of the hot water with your eyes closed, both palms flat against the wall in front of you, and your forehead leaned against it.

You are not sure how long have you been standing in front of the shower, but you cannot seem to go out or finish showering, not with all the things that are going on inside your head.

Did you just sleep with Bambam?

You let out a heavy sigh, you NEVER thought of sleeping with the 2nd maknae of GOT7, not at all, but it fucking happened, so you are so frustrated that you allowed it, and above everything else, you’ve enjoyed it, just like how you’ve enjoyed the other five nights with the older members.

You started to wonder how you’re going to approach Jackson, Youngjae, and Bambam today, you haven’t seen them since you had sex with them. Also, you are still dealing with the awkwardness with Jinyoung and slowly coping up in getting things back to normal with Mark and Jaebum.  Not that it is hard, but you just had sex with almost all of the members of GOT7, the maknae being the only exception, so you’re not sure how to go about starting a conversation with them without a tinge of blush on your cheeks.

At the back of your head, you cannot shake off the feeling that this might be something that the boys had planned.  Just like what Bambam said yesterday (or earlier this morning, you are not sure really, or maybe two days ago), it was your birthday that’s why he slept with you.  Did they really plan all of this?  Your head began to swim again… There might be a possibility, really, but, hell how did they know about your desires for each and every member?

You lifted your head and let the water sprinkle over your hair and your face.  You had also realized that the steam and fog made your sight blurry so you turn the shower off before letting the droplets of water reach the floor, before stepping out of the steamy shower.  You shook the thoughts off because you are not sure if you’ll be able to know that any way, since who would have the courage to actually start with that kind of conversation?  It is going to be very awkward with you as well as the rest of the members.

You finally put some clothes on when you went downstairs. It seemed to be empty; with no boys playing around or no Jinyoung, Jaebum, or Youngjae in the kitchen preparing breakfast.  Where did these boys go?

You helped yourself walk towards the kitchen when you felt your stomach growl.  You haven’t eaten anything since yesterday and you felt like you’re going to pass out anytime.  You opened the fridge and thank the heavens that there are multiple microwaveables stacked there with a note on top.

“Sorry we need to leave for an urgent shoot; but we’ll be back tonight.  Yugyeom might still be sleeping but I think that these should be enough for the two of you! See you later!”  - GOT6

You smiled and took the plastic containers out of the fridge and put them in the microwave one by one.  Once everything has been heated, you called out for Yugyeom- but he wasn’t responding.  You cannot wait any longer so you just dug in to your food; mentally taking note that you need to leave some for the maknae.

You slumped against your chair and burped loudly; you prolly had eaten way too much because your stomach feels so heavy.  You have been sitting for about half an hour now after you’re done eating, but you cannot move an inch.  Yugyeom is still nowhere to be found so you decided to check him on his room.  You’ve cleaned the dishes immediately and even before you go up the stairs, you think you’ve heard some house or pop music playing from the basement, which happened to be a customized practice room for the boys if they wanted to practice their dance while they’re here.

You smiled knowingly when you get to realize where the maknae is.

You opened the door to the practice room and the music is now much louder that it was when you were upstairs.  Yugyeom is currently dancing to some familiar music, and you started to stride towards the speakers placed at the far right corner of the room, not too far from the mini-DJ booth and where the boy is currently dancing.

“Hit the stage!”  You quoted the usual joke of the older members before leaning back against the mirror and Yugyeom looked at you through the mirror in front of him and stopped dancing.    The smile that he threw you through the mirror warmed your heart and he turns around to face you.

His face and body is slick with sweat; some of it dripping from the sides of his hair and forehead.  His white cotton tea is drenched and you can see his nipples peeking through the thin fabric and you turn to focus on the boy’s face other than is almost exposed half body.

“Good morning noona!”  He picks up the water bottle and the towel from the floor on the other side of the room, before walking towards your direction.

“Are you practicing for Hit the Stage Season 2?” You laughed out loud before slumping on the floor and Yugyeom sat next to you; giggling loudly before wiping his hair and face with the towel.

“I think that I just need to dance it all over again. It’s a very tricky choreography and it makes me worked up.  Great morning exercise.”  He breathed out harshly before taking a gulp of his water and you just looked at his sweaty form, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he downed the cold liquid, and you swore that you didn’t just bite your lip.

The boy has some seriously gorgeous neck, the way the tendons and veins appear whenever he sings/dances or eats/drinks, and it is distracting you in a not-so-good way right now.

Yugyeom pulls the bottle away from his lips and you looked away immediately before yawning.

“I think I would need to polish my dancing skills too. It’s been a while.  Also, I just ate a group’s worth of meal about an hour back and I think I am bloated.”  You stood up before lifting your arms, stretching them higher and higher, before stretching your legs and thighs.

“Would you like the same song, Noona?”  Yugyeom stood up before approaching the DJ booth, clicking on some icon on the computer before gaping at you.

“I get to watch your Hit the Stage performance… But I am not sure if I know all of the steps…”  You hesitated for a bit, biting your lower lip and Yugyeom smiled at you.

“Don’t worry; I will correct you if something is wrong, go ______-noona!  Fighting!!!” Yugyeom cheered for you and you flashed him a cute smile before walking towards the middle of the dance floor. Yugyeom started the music and you grinned before dancing to the tune of the songs Yugyeom danced on his second appearance in Hit the Stage.  You swiftly danced, staring at your own reflection in the huge mirror in front of you as you grooved into the steps; calculating your movement thoroughly, feeling a bit pressured because the main dancer of GOT7 is eye-ing your every movement.

“You’re doing great noona, keep going.”  Yugyeom stood up before crossing his arms against his chest and you threw him a side look that made your eyebrows furrow; did he just shoot you a smirk?

You internally cursed when Chris Brown’s “Take You Down” played and you groaned; not knowing how to proceed.  This is secretly your favorite part in Yugyeom’s entire dance skit and the boy is obviously so good at it.  You attempted to do the body wave but failed completely so you just attempted a weak humping-on-the-floor dance move, grinding your hips against the floor before looking at Yugyeom through the mirror, and you are certain that you’ve seen the young boy’s eyes darken.

Yugyeom just stared at your dancing and grinding form on the floor through the mirror and he cannot help but bite his lower lip, looking how sexy you looked.  It has been while since he had seen you dance and you still have that talent in you even before you left the agency.  He is aware that you are looking at him through the mirror as well while you copy his moves from the popular skit but he didn’t tear his gaze away.  

The two of you can feel the tension rising, but just before Yugyeom takes a step forward, you stopped dancing; your breaths became shallow so you just laid flat on the floor; your arms and legs spread like a starfish, your whole body and face covered with sweat.

“Tired already?”  Yugyeom crouched next to you after turning off the music.

“I...”  You breathed out before letting out a small chuckle.

“It’s been a while, Yugy…”  You tried to finish your sentence but you decided on catching your breath first.  The younger boy giggled at you before wiping the sweat on your face and your neck. His gestures are soft and you slowly relaxed under the boy’s touch.  All of a sudden, Yugyeom stood up before placing the towel next to your head.

“Do you want to see the original version, noona?”  He smirked at you and you gulped; eye-ing each and every move of the younger boy.

Even before you can respond, he already walked towards the DJ booth before turning the music on, the intro to the same song played and Yugyeom started moving.  He grabs the hem of his white shirt, pulling it up just a bit before moving his hips in a circular motion, just like how he did it on his Hit the Stage performance. You wanted to at least seat down to get a clearer view of his dance moves, but even before you can move, Yugyeom already pinned you against the floor with his strong gaze.  You stayed where you are and shifted your head to the mirror in front of you, where you can see the boy’s movements clearly.

Yugyeom suddenly dropped on the floor next to you, dancing his signature hump-the-poor-floor move and you stiffened. He is so close to where you are laying and you cannot seem to breathe with the proximity.  He is looking at you straight in the eyes while he continues the sensual movements of his sinful hips, and you are about to roll to your side to make some safe distance between the two of you, but you gasped when he immediately got on top of you.  You haven’t realized that the song has been on loop since it is starting over again, and it only means one thing.

Yugyeom grabbed both of your hands before pinning them above your head even before you can react.  

“Y-Yugyeom- what the hell are you doi-“ You were cut off when Yugyeom spreads your legs wider, before he settles in between them.

Take you down, I really wanna take you down…

Shit.

The younger boy above you grinds his hips against you just like how he did it on the floor just a few seconds ago.  His burning gaze pinned you and you cannot look away as the boy continues to press his half-hard erection against your clothed heat, small gasps leaving your lips without your consent and Yugyeom lets out harsh, hot breaths against your lips, making you buck your hips up just in time when Yugyeom pushes himself back down on your groan and you yelped.  

You are certain that the younger boy just put on a smug before grinding against your core with more force, his hold on your wrists tightening and you moaned loudly when the rough fabric of Yugyeom’s pants brushed against your clit through your thin sweatpants and lace panties.  You wanted to stop your hips from grinding against Yugyeom’s rolling hips, but the feeling is just too good to ignore and your hips buck up subconsciously, which made the little shit on top of you continue what he was doing with glee.

The song finally ended and even before it starts all over again, with all the strength and sense you have remaining, though you are not sure how much will it be, you pushed the maknae on his back before standing up, shooting daggers towards the younger boy before reaching for the computer, turning off the music.  Yugyeom sat up with both of his longs legs stretched in front of him and his hands laid flat against the wooden floor behind him with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“What was that, Yugyeom?”  You looked away from him right after, trying to hide the flush on your cheeks and the slight arousal and need in your eyes.  You cursed internally and chanted in your head that there is no way that you will be doing it again.  No, not with your youngest friend.  Yugyeom is like a younger brother to you, so, just no.

You heard Yugyeom laugh out loud before he stands up, his rubber shoes screeching against the floor as he paces towards you and you took a few, quick steps back as Yugyeom hurriedly approaches you, backing you at the nearest wall.  Your breath hitched when he places his hands on either side of your face before placing his leg in between yours, pressing his chest against your own, leaving absolutely no space between the two of you.  

You attempted to push him away, but you found yourself motionless, your hands are on either side of you, palms set on top of the mirrored wall at your back.  You feel your legs turn to jelly as Yugyeom eyes your face with too much want; his nose bumping against yours and you bit back a moan when he lifts his leg, placing it just below your core.

“Hmm…”  He hums before pushing his leg up intentionally and you moaned in surprise.

“You have a very sexy moan, noona.”  He does it again and you lifted your hands and wrap it around his wrists.

“S-stop.”  You choked on your breath when Yugyeom grinds his leg against your core again before pulling away, cupping your cheeks and looking at you dead in the eyes.

“What if I don’t want to stop?”  He murmurs before brushing the hair that blocks your face from scalp to the tip, his fingers tangling on your hair.

“P-Please, Yugie… I can’t- We can’t-“  You gasped when Yugyeom grabs a handful of your hair before pulling at it, your scalp burning and you looked down on the boy in front of you. His evil smirk sent a chill down your spine and his leg retreated in between your legs, pressing his hard on against your thigh while his other hand grabs your neck, squeezing it lightly and you inhaled a good amount of air at the action.

“Ssshhh…”  He hissed before shoving you further up the mirror, trapping your limp body between his and the cold, mirrored wall of the dance studio at the basement.

“I want you to be quiet…”  He kisses your temple and you gasped when he pulled at your hair harder and your hands grabbed his shoulders for support.  Your neck started to hurt with the position but this whole dominating thing that the maknae is doing is surprisingly turning you the fuck on, and you ground against his thigh where you are almost sitting and the younger boy smirked.

“Y-Yugyeom…”  You whispered lowly when Yugyeom releases your hair but his long fingers are still wrapped around your throat, the tips of his fingers digging against your sweaty neck.  He presses his lips against yours in a matter of seconds in a bruising kiss, which made you moan wantonly.   He took your lower lip between his teeth before pulling away, only to kiss you once again, his tongue snaking inside your hot cavern, and you welcomed him, your hands grabbing a handful of his t-shirt while he continues to taste your mouth and you can feel his tongue gliding over your teeth before clashing with your own and fighting for dominance.  You gave up eventually when he took over, kissing your mouth until you are breathing harshly through your nose, your nails digging against Yugyeom’s shoulders through the fabric of his t-shirt.

“Do you still want me to stop?”  He says in his surprisingly raspy voice when he finally pulls away, both of his hands dropping on your hips before lifting his leg that is still in between you, dangerously pressed against your core.  He kisses your lips briefly before he creates a path of burning, little kisses against your jaw line, your ear, the back of your ear, and your whimpers are almost inaudible and your hands are now grasping the hairs at the back of Yugyeom’s neck.  You yelped when he bites the juncture of your shoulder and neck while lifting his leg further up, resting his knee on the mirror behind you, making you sit on his limb.

Yugyeom licks the sweat that beaded on your neck as well as the bite mark he just left before nipping on the base of your throat not-so-softly.

“I asked you a question, Noona.”  He murmured sternly against your neck before snaking his hands inside your shirt, cupping your breasts through the thin fabric of your bra.

“P-please…”  You threw your head back when the younger boy squeezes your breast rhythmically before pinching both of your nipples, the delicious tinge travelling straight to your core and you buck your hips against Yugyeom’s clothed leg, trying to create more friction against your now overly wet core, thanks to the brunette’s teasing.

“Please what, _____-noona?”  He flicks the hook of your bra and swiftly gropes your naked mounds with his big hands while his thumb is pressed against your nipples, drawing hard circles against it and you rode Yugyeom’s thigh once again, the sensations are sending you over-the-top.

“Please don’t stop.”  You said breathlessly and Yugyeom smirks against your neck before biting on it again.  He drops his leg on the floor and you were on your feet; automatically your arms around Yugyeom’s neck to prevent you from falling.  Yugyeom grabs your waist before pushing you on the floor, him falling on top of you.  He kisses you again before lifting your shirt above your head and throwing your bra somewhere in the room.  Your sweatpants are off in seconds and he smirks at you when he saw your black, lace panties, arousal evident on the thin cloth that did nothing to hide what’s beneath.

“Stop staring.”  You hid your face using your hands and the younger boy let out a cheerful laugh before lifting his shirt above his head and he is on top of you again. You grabbed his nape and kissed him hungrily and the boy pulls away immediately after licking your lips.

“Just to remind you…”  He nips at your jaw before grabbing both your wrists, holding them above your head before unbuckling his thin, leather belt and you gulped harshly; your core aching when you’ve realized what Yugyeom is about to do.

“You don’t call the shots, noona.”  He nibbles on your ear before bounding your wrists together; and you bit your lip when Yugyeom removes his pants and boxers at once, revealing his already leaking member.  He kisses your lips briefly before trailing more kisses down your throat before reaching your breasts.  He gives both of your mounds rigid, sharp sucks, nips, and tugs and the stimulation went straight to your core.  He licks the valley between your breasts before kissing his way down to your belly and your navel, before kissing just above your panties.

“Fuck, please.”  Yugyeom bites on the skin on top of your underwear and he grins before pressing a kiss at your clothed center.

“Oh God, please.”  Your hips jerk up when Yugyeom licks the expanse of your obstructed core and he bites on your clit through your panties, earning a scream from you.

“Keep still.”  He groans against your core and you press your lips together.  You felt your panties being removed altogether and in the next second you felt Yugyeom’s tongue on your bare pussy, viciously running the wet muscle up and down your drenched slit while his hands are on your inner thigh, locking you on the floor to prevent you from moving.

“You are so wet, and so sweet.”  He murmurs before lapping on your pussy again, sucking on the perky nub before teasing your entrance with his tongue.

“G-God… Yugyeom.”  You wanted to buck your hips against the movements of his tongue so bad but his bruising hold disables you completely.  Your back was permanently arched against the floor but Yugyeom pulled away all of a sudden after leaving one last kiss on your pussy lips.  He grabs you by your neck before kissing you, making you taste yourself in him.  He stood up; leaving you breathless and you ran your tongue over your slightly chapped lips while watching his every move.  He sat on the floor before leaning towards the mirror with his legs spread and his huge cock stood in attention.  Your mouth watered and you wanted to suck his cock so bad, but it looks like the boy has other plans.

“Come here.”  He gestures in a come hither motion and you are in front of him in no time.

“Turn around for me.”  He growls and you did as told and he holds your hips, placing you in between his gorgeous thigh.  The younger boy made a beautiful noise at the back of his throat when he felt your wetness against his thigh and his hand is at your hair once again.

“Move, noona.”  The younger boy licks the back of your ear and you shuddered, your bounded hands are in front of you and you press them against the floor, before moving your hips, riding the boy’s thigh and your knees shook; your pussy getting overly sensitive thanks to Yugyeom’s tongue.

“Fuck!”  You screamed when Yugyeom yanks your hair backwards and slaps your ass, the sting on your backside and your head heightening the sensations and your clit ached so you jerk your hips harder and faster against Yugyeom’s bare thigh.

“That’s it, noona.  Keep going… Good girl...”  He slaps your ass again while his grip on your hair never loosens and you are whining and whimpering, the filthiest sounds escaping your lips and you rode him rapidly.  You never thought that it will get better but the brunette suddenly moves his thigh in sync with your thrusts and your head fell back against the boy’s shoulder while your hands are balled into fists against his leg.

“Do you like that, noona?”  He sucks on your collarbone and he gropes your ass before landing another loud slap; a breathless scream left your lips as your head is still craned back and you are grinding against Yugyeom’s thigh like there’s no tomorrow, your orgasm briskly approaching.

You grumbled when Yugyeom pushes his thigh against your clit, brushing against it over and over, your slick essences coating Yugyeom’s skin and makes it easier for you to ground your core against him.

“C-close, shit.”  Your body fell forward by instinct only to be pulled back by Yugyeom through your hair, your back clashing against his sweaty chest before gripping your hips, helping you rub your clit against his thigh while he meets you half way.

“Cum for me, noona.”  Your body shuddered and trembled in front of him, your vision turning white when your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave.  Your bounded wrists squeezes the boy’s leg while he continues to guide your hips, rocking you against him despite you already cumming, and your legs are threatening to give out on you.

All of a sudden, he lifts you off of his thigh, turning you around before kneeling behind you, before lifting your ass in the air, your upper half is crouched on the ground and your breathing is unsteady, your wrists are feeling numb because of how long and how tight it was bound.

“Shit!”  You lift your head up when Yugyeom immediately closes his mouth around your pussy, nibbling and sucking on your pussy lips while flat-tonguing the expanse of your still trembling slit before slapping your thighs.  Your limbs are trembling immensely with all the spanking as well as your previous orgasm, but the boy behind you spares no mercy.  You tried to balance your upper body by resting your forearms against the wooden floor.

Yugyeom delves in your pussy, sucking, nipping, and biting on your sensitive folds, eager to bring you to the heavens once again. When his hands came in contact with your rosy thighs once again, he sucks the daylights out of your engorged clit, and your upper body came in contact with the floor; and you cried out multiple cuss words and profanities.

“F-fuck!”  With one last lurch of Yugyeom’s palms against your thighs, you are cumming again, your hips grinding against the younger’s mouth, riding out your high.  Yugyeom sucks and licks your juices clean before latching his mouth on the dip of your spine and your quaking body fell on the floor.

“We are not yet done, noona.”  He chuckles and you sighed heavily before he circles an arm around your waist and the other grabbed your hair, pulling at it hard it almost brought tears to your eyes.

“All fours.”  He commanded and you followed almost immediately, retreating to your previous position earlier despite your limbs shaking and trembling.

“Face front.”  You looked at the mirror in front of you and the sight is heavenly.  

Yugyeom is sporting a disheveled hair, sweat covering his pale skin, and his face is flushed and mouth still drenched with what you assume your essences.  You cannot help voice out your need when you felt something hard poking your thigh.

“Yugyeom…”  You stared at him through the mirror and he spreads your ass and pussy wider before humming at you.

“Fuck me.”  You bit your lower lip when Yugyeom runs the head of his dick against your sensitive folds and he smiles at you through the mirror before cocking his head to the side.

“What did you say, noona?”  He mutters cheekily before dragging the head of his leaking cock against your pussy.

“Fuck me, Yugyeom, please fuck me oh my God.”  You begged when he circles your clit with the head of his dick and you can feel his hot precum milking you.

“I want you to fuck noona hard, Yugyeom, God that’s it baby.”  You hissed when Yugyeom finally aligns his dick in your soaked hole before plunging in to you, little by little, until you are screaming, the feeling of fullness so gratifying.  He pulls at your hair when he withdraws, still at a deliberate way, allowing you to adjust to his size.

“You’re so tight, fuck.”  He groans when he slams back in to you, the tight hold on your hair leaves a scorching feeling on your scalp, only boosting your already heightened arousal.  You are surprised that the younger boy has a thing for hair pulling, but you are not complaining at all, since the feeling is too fucking good to make him stop, the pain only sending you to a moaning mess.

The younger boy sets a punishingly fast pace, thrusting back and forth while grasping your hips that will surely leave bruises the next day, along with the occasional tugs on your hair.  You looked at him through the mirror and he is looking straight back at you, his lust-filled eyes boring holes on you.  The hand that is on your hip went to your waist and he pushes you against him when he rams forward, and you screamed when he found your sweet spot.

“Th-there, fuck there, don’t stop, Yugyeom.”  You pleaded, wanting for the boy to continue hitting that same spot and the boy happily obliged, fucking you intensely and the sound of skin slapping and your harsh, ragged breaths filled the studio. Your sweaty body came in contact with Yugyeom once again when he hauls you up, letting you do the work as you sank down slowly into his cock.

“Fuck!”  You wailed when he thrusted upwards, hitting the same exact spot that has your knees wiggle; and you feel like you are about to collapse with all the pleasure that is about to wash your entire being.  Yugyeom lifts your arms before circling it around his neck before gliding his rough palms over your breast, your belly, until his fingers came in contact with your pearl.  His other hand traps your exhausted body against his, not allowing you to move or escape his brutal plunges.

He jerks his hand, rubbing your throbbing clit while he continues to push his hips upwards and you are writhing, eyes almost expelling tears and you grip Yugyeom’s nape before biting on his neck, marking him. With a cry of Yugyeom’s name vibrating against the boy’s neck, your body jerked, quaked, and shuddered immensely, tears already flowed from your eyes due to sensitivity but Yugyeom doesn’t stop, his hands are still moving, circling your clit continuously while his shoves are getting faster, harder, and sloppier that eventually leads you to another frenzy.

“I-I can’t take it anymore… Yugyeom…”  Your body fell against his and the boy removes his fingers from your clit before grabbing both of your hips, his pace unchanging and he bites on your shoulder, his grunts and heavy breathing hot against your sweaty skin.

“Fuck, noona.”  He bends you over again before pulling out of you, pumping his hard dick before he comes violently; his cum coming out of his slit in spurts, painting your backside with his white essences.  Your body collapsed on the floor and Yugyeom’s fell next to yours, both of your breathings are shallow, fast, and hot.  

Yugyeom suddenly sat up before turning you on your back, unbuckling the belt that cages your wrists before lying next to you, cradling you in his arms and thoughts began to run in your head but you decided to shut them off, exhaustion filling your senses.

EPILOGUE

You are not sure how long you’ve been napping, but it feels like you are in a different place already since you felt warm; and you roam your hands all over your body and you realized that you already have your clothes on.

OK.

You opened your eyes slowly before stretching your arms and a loud yawn escaped your lips.  When you looked up, you’ve seen the familiar chandelier that is placed in the middle of the rest house, and it hit you that you are already laying on the huge couch in the living room.

You are about to stand up so you pulled the blanket from your chest, until you heard someone speaking.

“Had a good sleep, Princess?”

Your head jerks to the side and your eyes widened.

“Did you have a good time on your birthday, my precious kitten?”

You eyed the boy who just spoke and even before you can speak, another man interrupted you, who was previously blonde, but-

“Do you miss my tongue piercings, ______?”

You sat up and just stared at the boys in front of you and you swallowed the lump on your throat.

“Mommy, I want you to touch me once again… Please…”  That familiar pet name and whine reverberated against your ear and your mouth fell open.

“How about we revisit the pool, baby girl?”  The blonde with strong facial features murmurs and your brain is on overdrive; the wheels are swiftly turning.  The boy sitting next to him pulls out a set of ties and your eyes widened.

“You want these on your wrists again, honey?”

Your whole body shook when all of them stood up and the youngest of them all remained seated, staring at you before crossing his leg over the other.

“If you’re still not tired after them, then maybe we can have another round.”

You’re so fucked.  Happy birthday to you indeed.

Hew!  Is it done here?  Are we ending this here?  I suppose I will... Hahahahaha!! :))))