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nexus (m) part 5

focus: jungkook x reader, seokjin x reader, taehyung x reader | smut: seokjin x reader

summary: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest. after a shocking murder, a detective with a vendetta drags you into unraveling a web of dangerous lies that cause you to question who you trust, and who you love

characters: detective!jungkook, ex/bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model/gangster!hoseok, therapist!jimin

genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime/mafia!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au

wordcount: 7.5k

warnings: proceed with caution. soft yandere vibes but nothing too explicit, angst, arguing, pool sex, unprotected sex, pet names (princess), arms dealing mentions, jin has some dom energy i guess, taehyung gives solid yandere vibes tbh, choking, strip tease, masturbation, LOADs of sexual tension, flirting, a sickening amount of making out, taehyung tries to kill you but not really, manipulation, firearms, discussions of mental instability (inaccurate), power dynamics, misogyny, feelings of betrayal, heartbreak, anxiety, fainting, taehyung is cold as ice ice baby, jungkook is angsty, jin is a sexy bitch, character death

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Your eyes fluttered open. A familiar feeling of unease sweeping over you as your mind calibrates. No longer were you dreaming of Jungkook’s strong arms around you. His fingers exploring the expanse of your skin.

His lips—his eyes, everywhere.

No.

He was a Jeon.

You couldn’t fall in love with a Jeon.

There was a shadow casting over you. At the edge of your vision, an ethereal silhouette standing in your doorway. Enveloped in a dark silk robe. His open collarbones striking in contrast.

Eyes sharp. Precise. Memorizing you.

“Morning” You rubbed your eyes. He said nothing.

“I said good morning, Taehyung”

“It’s 3 in the afternoon” His voice was ice.

“Well,” You sat up, running your fingers over the expanse of your soft blanket. “I hope you haven’t been waiting for me”

Taehyung scoffed slightly.

“I know better than to waste my time waiting for you”

A knife twisted deep in your heart. His words were so bitter. Tone nonchalant. Running his fingers through his jet-black hair. Taking a better look, you could see the ends of his hair were damp. Beads of water on his neck.

He went to your bedside, pouring a glass of water. His arms—those subtle veins—flexing as he did. He looked up at you. His expression shifted. Glossing with rage.

The glass shattered in his hand.

“Shit” You got up, pulling him away from the shards. Brushing fragments off of his robe “Fuck Tae—”

“I see the hickeys all over your chest.” Your eyes widened.

“Excuse me?”

He reached out shamelessly, fingers tracing along your collarbone. A subtle trail of his blood. Dipping into the sweetheart of your neck. His fingers slid up to your throat, pushing your chin up with his thumb.

“Taehyung—”

His grip tightened. Every single one of his fingers wrapped around you like a vice. You could feel the hate in his touch. The resentment on his skin.

“It would be so easy to send you exactly where you belong.” The edge of his lip quirked. “In hell, with my bastard brother. You two deserve each other”

His dark eyes possessed you. You became hauntingly aware that he could probably just kill you. That 10 years of resentment and isolation would brew all kinds of complicated problems.

He released you. You gasped for air, collapsing over yourself as his menacing eyes remained steady.

“What do you want, huh?” You folded your arms over your chest, “I apologized. I begged for forgiveness. The least you can do is tell me what I’m apologizing for.”

Taehyung was younger than you. But watching the expression around his eyes you could tell he’d been through a lot. He was dark—tortured, hurting inside and all you wanted was to take it all away.

“What the hell did they do to you?” You sat back down on the edge of your bed. Taehyung towered over you. Tongue rolling against his cheek.

“Detective Jeon’s father” Taehyung started, “Killed your mother.”

Oh so we’re just diving straight in. Inhaling sharply, you gave him a nod. “I know”

Of course you knew. It was fueling your latest dilemma. Your mantra every time Jungkook kissed you so deliciously and you had to pull yourself back to the reality that he was, in fact, a Jeon.

“Well, I’m the one who saw it happen” Taehyung began to tremble slightly, sliding onto the barstool with you next to him. You set a hand on his knee. “I told hyung, because I was so fucking scared. I thought he would hurt you next. When hyung gets angry he…”

A small smile spread over your lips. You were no stranger to Jin’s anger. How terrifying he could be in the, albeit rare times he would lose his otherwise charming demeanor.

“He had me point out who killed her. He took me with him and he shot Mr. Jeon. Like a maniac. Then he turned around and told the Chairwoman that I pulled the trigger. And my mother…was furious. I think she may have been having an affair with him”

Not just an affair. You mused. She ordered the fucking kill.

But he didn’t need to know that.

“She was furious at me. I was young, and I allegedly had killed someone. Naturally, she sent me away to get psychiatric help. Jin was her shining star, of course. The first son. She believed him over me”

Taehyung’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment. It reminded of you when you’d watch him doze off in your lap. He really did have such beautiful eyelashes.

“That man who was impersonating me, Dr. Park—he was on my care team. He was instructed to give me pills to keep me from being stable enough to leave the facility. Jin orchestrated all of it. He kept me locked up for 10 years, just so he could have you all to himself. I figured it out. Stopped taking meds. I figured out he was trying to impersonate me so I began to lie to him. Hoping that someone I trusted—you, Namjoon—someone would notice he wasn’t me”

You held your hands out. Reluctantly, he placed his palm against yours, letting you squeeze. His eyes flashed. They were starved for affection, you could tell. He must not have had anyone to support him. To touch him. To keep him out of his mind.

“What do you need from me to fix this?” You blinked up at him earnestly. He simply held your gaze. Words apparently caught, as he gulped. “Because I will do anything”

“Time”

Fair.

“You’ve changed” It was meant as an insult. Of course, considering what Taehyung knew of you. A naïve, innocent girl who believed in fantasies. “Do you still play cards?”

Your grip on him tightened excitedly. “I do. Would you like to play?”

He squinted at you. “Later. Detective Jeon called for you” His eyes went back to your bruised chest. You wondered how he was able to figure out so much without any words.

Letting his hand go, you rose to go get changed. Taehyung’s hand brushed against your elbow, stopping you.

“Princess” He breathed shakily.

“Yeah?” You looked back at him.

“Did you and my brother…were you together?”

You smiled. Thinking back to the last night you saw him. The sweet moments before chaos erupted.

“No” Your fingers twisted against the fabric of your tank top. “We did not get together”

Taehyung nodded, heading for your door. He slowed down, for barely a second. Not even looking at you.

Hauntingly soft, he whispered:

“I’ll always know when you’re lying to me, princess”

- The night of the murder -

His plush lips melted against yours. He kissed you like you were a craving he couldn't shake. Like those lips weren't the very same ones spewing the lies that made it impossible for you to trust him. As if he could break through to you through the tug of his teeth against your bottom lip. Or the soft breaths he'd breathe into you.

It was everything. From your fingertips to your head, every inch of you brought to life. You’d never felt anything like it. Dizzy with need, you kissed him back harder, wanting to get lost in him.

He exhaled, barely able to catch his breath. His eyes were so sincere, so in love, you felt your throat get caught. Your chest burning.

“I love you Y/n” He had said it in one fell breath, cursing as his lips continued to move against yours. You could have been flying, you’d never quite felt so high.

“I-I love you too, Jin please”

“Fuck” The growl in his voice had you weak in the knees, “Princess you say my name like that I swear I’ll” He bit into your bottom lip softly, nose tracing yours. His words were caught, and you felt him stiffen.

“So do it” You blinked at him, gripping his shirt so tight it could tear. “Come on, Jin. I won’t tell. You won’t tell.”

His hands circled your hips. Pinching the fabric, tugging at it unconsciously.

“But then what, hm? Princess? I can’t let you go once I’ve had a taste”

“So don’t let me go.” You pleaded. Jin looked away. “You hate that I am getting engaged. You hate when I flirt with your friends. You hate that I have Yoongi. You’re jealous.”

You dropped your volume “Because you want me just as bad”

Jin looked into your eyes and you swore you could see his heart breaking. He was so beautiful, so twisted and yet you adored him.

“Princess…your mother” Jin stroked your waist tenderly, speaking softly. “She didn’t like me. At all. She specifically put in her will that if you and I ever got married you would lose control of her company. Of Nexus. Otherwise”

Jin smiled in defeat, gazing into your starry eyes. “I would have made you mine the second I could”

And just like that. Nothing—nothing was going to keep off of this man.

The safehouse was surrounded by a pine forest. The air was chilly, the stars glimmering in the sky. The back pool was glowing with underlights—the blue marbling reflecting off your face as you sat poolside, legs like a pendulum, kicking against your thoughts.

Jin slowly made his way outside after making the two of you a drink.

He handed your glass to you. Clinking it against his own before you both took a sip. A mutual decision to lose inhibition.

“You okay?” His question was sincere. You stared back into the pool. The edge had a small, sleek fountain. Pouring in more and more—but never overspilling.

You downed your drink. Welcome the burn down your throat. Jin took a seat on the firm cushioned pool chair. Legs spread, resting his elbows on his thighs. Swirling the glass against his wrist as he watched you.

His chest muscles pressing against the fabric of his button-down. He had popped a few buttons open, revealing his smooth chest. The glowing light reflected in his smouldering eyes. Eyes that were on the edge of danger. One word away from snapping.

You set your glass aside. Leaning back on your palms, stretching your neck back.

“You didn’t touch me in the shower this morning”

He took another sip.

“We’re just friends”

You got up, the water dripping down your legs. Facing him. Your dress was already scrunched up, but you looked Jin straight in the eye as you hooked your fingers under the straps, letting it glide down your frame.

“You’re right” You responded. A grin hooked on Jin’s face.

“You really are beautiful, princess” His voice was breathless. His compliments only fueled you. You loved his words like they were silk ribbons against your bare skin.

Next was your panties. Dragging them down your legs—you tossed them towards Jin. Without flinching, he caught them.

He was clearly amused. Intrigued to see what you would do next. Your naked body shivered in the crisp night. Nipples hard and aching to be touched.

“You like playing games with me, right Jin? Making bets”

You jumped into the water. Wading your way to the other end of the pool.

“Sure, princess”

“Then I bet you can’t come into this water and not fuck me”

“What’s in it for me?” He tilted his head, taunting you.

“I win, you take me out of this stupid marriage deal. You win—and I’ll give you Nexus”

His eyes flashed with interest. Thumb running against his jaw and he considered your offer.

Without an answer, Jin finished off his drink. Kicking his shoes off he stepped into the pool—clothes on. Wading towards you.

You could see his chest under his shirt now—the water bleeding through the white. He approached you. Inches away. Not touching.

And then your fingers slipped into your cunt. Without leaving his gaze.

Lips parting, you gasped. You pumped yourself, your other hand falling onto Jin’s neck. His pupils widened when he realized what you were doing.

“You really have no shame”

You let out a soft laugh, but the heat in your core was overbearing. Your fingers trailed up Jin’s neck, cupping his jaw before you pushed your thumb between his lips.

And he sucked it.

Shamelessly.

You surged with wetness.

You floated closer to him still, watching the way his mouth moved, Imagining against your throbbing pussy.

You added another finger to your cunt. Jin’s tongue pushed out your thumb.

“You feel good, princess?” His voice was coarse. You bit your lip, whining as you nodded.

“Yeah” Your voice was embarrassingly whiny. “M’ wanna come”

“What’s that?” Jin taunted, his gaze darkening on you. You could feel the heat radiating off of his skin.

“Wanna come…for you” You slide your mouth against his. He kissed you firmly, his hand reaching down, gripping your wrist hard and pulling you out of yourself. Replacing it with his own two fingers.

He cursed, as you clenched down on his fingers. His thumb rubbing against your clit. Slowly.

Your foreheads pressed together. Mouths open, breathing each other in.

“Wanna come”

“Not yet” Jin growled.

“Please” You whimpered softly. “Let me come”

Jin smirked, his other hand curling around your neck. “You listen to me.” He growled. “You come when I fucking tell you to come. Is that clear?”

How were you not supposed to get more turned on by that? You soaked his fingers and his grip on your throat tightened.

He pulled his fingers out so fast, it made you dizzy. The night thing you knew he was lifting you up, pulling your thighs apart so you could wrap your legs around him. His jaw slacked against your neck, sucking your skin as you cried out into the night.

“Fuck” He hissed, “You’re so hot” He cupped your breast, pushing it up to meet his lips. He sucked on your nipples in tight tugs—before widening his mouth so his tongue could flick at you.

Flipped you around—you back against his chest. The buckle of his belt pressed against the cushion of your ass. His hands fisting your breasts. Lips behind your ear.

You were so overstimulated, you wanted to cry. You could come from these teasing touches alone—and you knew he knew it. Your body was glowing despite the cool water it was submerged in. Every cell alive with desire.

He gripped your throat again, pulling you back to him so he could kiss your neck. His hair brushing against you, making you feral.

And then he unzipped his pants.

Pushed himself inside you.

“Go ahead” He ordered. “Come”

The pressure of him filling you up had you shattering. You screamed as you came all over his cock, squeezing the life out of him as he hissed violently. He didn’t move, just let you spasm with wetness while he felt every bit. You lost your balance, held up only by his fingers on your neck and breast which were still squeezing at you.

He filled you up so painstakingly good. And the fact that he just snapped so suddenly had you twitching all over. You’d never come so hard in your life.

If anyone were to see you right now, they’d see a man dressed in drenched business attire fucking a fully naked woman against a pool wall.

Fuck.

“You lost” You mumbled, reaching back to touch his cheek. You turned your face as much as you could to look into his eyes. “I won”

“I don’t give a fuck” Jin growled. “You’re mine now”

You smiled blissfully as his heavy cock dragged out of your cunt before slamming back inside you. The water in the pool spilling out over the edges. Splashing wildly.

“Jin—yes” You pouted with pleasure. “Oooh fuck, yes”

He took his time. Each thrust harder than the previous. And he watched your expression. The way your eyes rolled back, lips parted almost drooling at how good he was fucking you.

“So fucking tight for me, Princess—fuck” He dug his teeth against your ear. “You know how many times I’ve thought about this—ramming my fat cock into you while you whine and beg for me just like this”

He slid out, turning you to face him. He took a moment to smile, a look of incredulous disbelief in his electric eyes.

“My good girl” He tugged your bottom lip. “My pretty girl” His lips glued to yours. Lingering “You’re mine princess”

You nodded, humming against him. He rubbed the head of his cock against your clit—not leaving your lips for more than a second.

“Why’d you give in?” You asked him.

He slid back into you seamlessly. And you felt right at home. Gazing into his eyes, lips locked, with him inside you.

He rolled his hips, bouncing you up and down on his length. Your fingers scraping against his back. Finally grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging it. Jin hissed, biting at your lips. His hands on your ass, squeezing the flesh, digging his fingers in.

He licked your teeth, then your lips, before pushing his tongue into your mouth.

He gripped your jaw, tilting your chin up.

“Look at me, princess”

You did.

He sheathed himself inside of you. “Come”

And you exploded.

He had you on command. The power he held over you was absurd but you loved it. You loved him.

“Good girl” He stroked your face. The aftershocks consumed you as you whimpered. He coaxed you through it. “There you go, princess, you’re doing so good” Pecking kisses at the edge of your lips as you cursed out.

He slid his hand between your hot bodies, rubbing your clit as you writhed in his hold. He kept you cumming until there were tears in your eyes. And you were begging him—screaming for him to stop.

All the while, he kept digging into you. His pace picking up but his gaze never leaving yours.

And by God the way he looked at you—that was someone in love. So possessed with the flaming adoration and desire that reason flew out the door. He’d kill for you. He’d die for you. You had no doubt in your mind.

And then darkness came knocking into your mind and your high dissipated. You were supposed to kill him tonight.

Your eyes softened at him. A tear rolling down your cheek. Jin slowed his pace, looking at you with concern. He swiped the tear away with his thumb.

“Princess” He whispered, nudging your cheek, “Everything okay?”

The tears began to stream down faster. Jin move your arms so he could hold both your hands, still inside you.

“What’s wrong?” The possessive edge in his voice was evident.

You sniffled.

“I love you so fucking much Jin”

Jin buckled over, digging his nails into your wrists. You could feel the hot pressure burst between your legs.

“Fuck” He cursed loudly, pounding into you at a punishing speed as spurts of cum painted your walls.

He calmed down, pulling you into a tight embrace. Kissing the back of your shoulder.

Facing you again, cupping your face in his palms. He searched your eyes.

“The only way you’re getting engaged tomorrow is over my dead body, princess” He promised. “You’re mine now, forever”

- Present Day -

Jungkook wasn’t sure if you’d even want to see him after how the two of you left things the previous night.

Guilt seized him.

“Why exactly are you putting us in a room together?” Across the room, Park Jimin sat, handcuffed to his chair. The light hanging above illuminated his glimmering eyes. Hair tousled. “You know I can just tell her that it was you. I was Jin’s therapist—I know you two were—”

Footsteps echoed from the hall.

“Shut up.” Jungkook rolled his eyes.

He felt his heart get lighter as you walked into the room.

You. Causal. Jungkook’s cock twitched. Those little shorts that made him want to just grab at you. A long-sleeved hoodie that covered your hands. This version of you, he swore he was obsessed. The version not hiding behind all the Kim’s blood money.

Jungkook knew you were attractive. From the time he lost his breath seeing you at your engagement, until now. But right now. Despite the tiredness in your eyes. He swore you’d never looked hotter.

He reached out for your hand.

The moment you touched; both of your eyes met. Some sense of understanding passed between you.

I’m sorry.

I know. Gazing into your eyes had become such a familiar thing. He couldn’t pinpoint when, but you went from antagonizing him to being a source of comfort.

You were still a brat. And he’d tell you as much.

“Sure, don’t mind me as you eye fuck each other” Jimin’s voice interrupted the tender moment.

Jungkook's fingers intertwined with yours, forming a reassuring grip as he guided you to a seat beside him. The warmth of his touch lingered, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the inside of your wrist—a silent promise that he was there by your side.

"Y/n, Dr. Park. I want to walk through the timeline of the murder with you both to see where your stories diverge. Now, I don’t think either of you did this," Jungkook stated with a calm resolve. “I think it was Jung Hoseok.”

Jungkook felt the tension ripple through you.

He watched as you looked at Jimin. Examining him with distaste. Thoughts running rampant in your mind—he just wanted to climb inside and hear what you were thinking.

“No.” You cleared your throat. “It was me.”

“What?” Both Jungkook and Jimin were startled by the sudden confession.

“I killed Jin. Arrest me”

Jimin’s brows furrowed. Jungkook was simply shocked.

“Y/n this isn’t funny.”

You brushed off his question, pulling your hand out of his grasp. “I hated Jin. I knew about his years of scheming and lies. I knew that he was trying to get hold of my mother’s company after his mother gave everything to Namjoon. And I knew that he wanted me to get married to Taehyung so that he could deem him mentally unstable, send him away again, and steal my shares through the board once we got married”

“Y/n” Jungkook tried to get you to look at him, but you wouldn’t. Your eyes were on Jimin, communicating who knows what to that crazy manipulative bastard. “If you confess, I will actually have to arrest you”

Jimin was quick to interject. “Wait. Hoseok was there that night too, wasn’t he?”

You flinched.

“Y/n. For the love of God just walk us through what else happened that night. Don’t leave anything out. You can trust me” Jungkook urged you.

You pursed your lips. You were playing another game—he could see it in your eyes. Were you lying—why were you lying—and who exactly were you trying to protect?

“Yeah. Fine. Hobi was there. Luckily for me, because Jin and I got into an argument as I figured out what he was up to, and he got so angry that he—” You inhaled sharply “He hit me. So Hobi punched him”

A ringing struck Jungkook’s ears. He hit you. Kim Seokjin laid a hand on you.

A seething rage ran through his veins. He stood up, unable to contain the anger. Needing release.

His fists clenched as he did his best not to punch through the wall.

"That bastard. God, if he wasn't dead, I'd kill him myself,"

Your words from the previous day lingered in Jungkook's mind: "I've grown up around men like that."

For all he knew, Jin had been abusive this whole time.

Jimin smiled, “Funny you say that Detective” Jungkook shot him a look.

"I'm fine, okay. Hoseok and I go way back. He had been setting Namjoon up for months, putting the idea into his head to kill Jin by making Namjoon jealous that I was going to get engaged to Taehyung, and that it was Jin’s fault," you explained.

"Namjoon... and you?" He searched your eyes for an explanation. You avoided him once again. “Well couldn’t you have married him instead, I mean?”

Jimin chuckled, "That was Jin’s doing. Namjoon was totally in love with her. But Jin made sure that she was alienated from him after he assaulted her. He made Namjoon promise it would be Taehyung, convincing him it was what their mom wanted"

“What?” Jungkook’s jaw twitched.

“He did not assault me” You assured him, “He tricked me into giving him my virginity. How’d Jin even know about that?”

“Baby girl,” Jimin spoke steadily, “Jin knew everything about you. I wasn’t lying about the cameras. He monitored you like a hawk”

A disturbed look passed over you.

"Okay. Hoseok came and punched Jin, and then what happened? Did he shoot him? " Jungkook urged you on.

"No. I did”

Jungkook ran his hand through his hair, frustration evident. “You and me. Outside, now”

Jungkook directed you to an empty investigation room. Worn out and frustrated as he shut the door behind you.

He didn’t say a word. Hands finding your hips.

Lips taking your life away.

You craved him. He groaned against your mouth, breath hot and fingers desperate. Lips tangling under a cloud of denial. Searching for a sweet escape.

“Y/n—we do need to talk—” Jungkook hissed in pleasure, forcing himself to part with you. He inhaled you, tracing his nose against your jaw as you arched your back into his touch. Chest heavy with want.

“I missed you” You moaned softly against his mouth.

Jungkook bit back a smile. Eyes ghosting from your eyelids to your lips “I’m sorry” He took on a more serious tone. His thumb running up and down your throat. “About last night”

“Jungkook, I loved last night” You spoke breathlessly. “It was the first good night I’ve had in a while”

Jungkook's fingers traced gentle patterns on your skin as he spoke. The soft glow of a nearby lamp accentuated the contours of his face, casting shadows that danced with the weight of his words.

“Why are you still lying to me, Y/n?”

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and your fingers found solace in the tousled strands of his hair. The scent of his cologne lingered, a familiar comfort amidst the chaos of your thoughts.

“Have I not proved myself to you? You still don’t trust me”

“You don’t trust me either, do you?” you asked, your voice a mere whisper that hung in the charged air between you. “Are you gonna let me go?”

You nudged him with your nose, a silent plea for honesty. “Are you gonna arrest me?”

He held your gaze, a storm brewing in the depths of his eyes.

“I—” Jungkook's voice caught, emotions raw and unfiltered.

“I hate that I’m falling for you.”

Your eyes widened. His confession was wildly uncalled for and sent you into a vortex of your thoughts.

Blush painted his cheeks. Speaking from the heart was evidently new territory for him.

“And I can’t stop.”

Your heart trembled. Fuck. You felt the same. You knew it, despite everything. You didn’t think it was possible to love so soon after Jin. Jungkook wasn’t Jin. He was simple. Exactly who he showed up as. He wasn’t playing games.

You were. And you couldn’t hurt him like this any longer.

“You know this doesn’t end well, Jungkook,” you whispered, fingers tracing the contours of his face. “I have to marry a Kim to get my company back”

The realization hit you. You couldn’t marry Taehyung—Taehyung hated you. He would murder you in his sleep, and you couldn’t have that.

Your plan failed. You couldn’t blame this on Namjoon anymore. You needed him.

"You’d marry someone just for a company?" Jungkook asked, his low voice laced with disbelief and frustration. "I thought you hated the way the Kim’s controlled you. Why would you willingly tie yourself to them?"

Your shoulders tensed, a defensive response bubbling up. "It's not just about them, Jungkook. Nexus is my birthright, and I have responsibilities. It’s all I have. I can't just walk away from it because you don’t like the world it comes from"

You knew he wouldn’t understand. People like you were groomed to take over family businesses. All you wanted was revenge. On a life that robbed you of choice. To do that, you needed power. You needed Nexus.

"Why not?" Jungkook shot back, his eyes searching yours for a glimmer of understanding. "Nexus is dangerous—isn’t that the whole reason Jin was trying to keep you out of it?"

"I don't need you to rescue me, Jungkook"

His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing in a mixture of frustration and hurt. "This isn't about rescuing you! I can't stand the thought of you tying yourself to a family that's suffocating you when I could offer you something better."

"And what is that, Jungkook?" you challenged, your frustration mirroring his. "A life where I’m with the son of the man who murdered my mother in cold blood?”

Pindrop silence.

Aside from the harmony of your haggard breaths.

“What?” Jungkook’s large eyes quivered with shock. Did he really not know?

“You think your dad was killed for no good reason—well there was one. Actually.”

Jungkook looked down, “Y/n.” But you knew there was nothing he could say. He couldn’t change the fact that it happened. That the two of you had history before you’d even met.

A bitter laugh escaped you, "We could never work"

"You think I wanted this?" Jungkook exclaimed. "I despised everything about you. And I tried to resist it because I knew it would be complicated. But, fuck, I want you. You want me. I don’t know why, I don’t know when, but somewhere along the line, I stopped hating you”

Your heart melted at his words.

“And you became everything”

You stared at him. Disbelief. And then you were running into his arms. He was lifting you up into a kiss. The kind of kiss that drowns you. The desperation, the pent-up frustration from your argument—the hopelessness of what you felt for one another—was a beautiful concoction of flames dancing between you.

“Y/n” Jungkook mumbled but you wouldn’t leave his lips. Afraid if you did, the moment would end again. And you didn’t want to think. You wanted to fade away.

Your fingers slid under his shirt. Searching his muscles.

Growling lowly, Jungkook pressed you against the wall again. Eyelashes brushing against one another, his expression softened seeing your swollen lips and desperate eyes. Stay. His eyes called to you. Stay with me.

“I’m sorry” You whispered so softly, your words feathering against his skin. “I’ll go, Jungkook”

He grabbed your wrist.

“No” Jungkook closed in on you, “I’m placing you under arrest”

Hobi’s manicured nails traced along the sleek contours of a pistol. Custom made. In his pocket, he felt the vibration of his phone.

Setting the gun down on the glass table, he placed his phone against his ear.

You have a call from—

“I accept the charges” This should be good.

“He knows your name”

There was no time for greetings with you. You weren’t into the charmed bullshit like Jin was.

Hobi inhaled sharply. Fuck. If the investigation moved in his direction, everything would be at risk. All these years, he had been meticulous and careful. Flying under the radar of any and all authorities. You’d only know his truth if he was in business with you. To the world, he wore a carefully curated mask. A budding model. To explain the money.

Explain his sin-stained wealth.

You paused for a moment, “He knows you and I have known each other. He also knows you dated Jin”

The last comment was an accusation. He heard you loud and clear. He knew you well enough now after the last three years spent plotting this intricate web to recapture Nexus for you. After the Chairwoman died, he approached you. Told you the truth about Jin’s intentions.

“How long? When were you going to tell me—before or after we planned to kill him?”

Kim Seokjin was a good fuck. He talked too much for one thing, but Hobi didn’t really mind. He liked to be in control of the situation. Play both sides, if you will. Dating a man like Seokjin meant letting him think he was in charge, when in fact, the reigns were in his own hands all along. He knew about Jin’s psychotic past. His twisted quest. All of it.

Lying was natural to him. One of the first skills he learned. “I was just doing it to make sure he didn’t know what we were up to”

“But he did know. Before you showed up that night, that’s what we were arguing about. I knew what he was up to. He knew what I was up to. And I think you told him”

“Careful darling” Hobi’s voice was silk, “I’m not someone you want to play against”

“They were going to pin the murder on you but I got them off your scent because if they find out about you—they find out—”

“That your mom was a mobster” Hobi spoke plainly “And that Nexus distributes weapons”

Thus the reason Hobi knew about you. Your mother. His family. They were in business together. You’d grown up as loose family friends who lost touch as life materialized until Hobi decided to make his move. Everything precise. Everything calculated.

“Yeah. So I confessed. It was a bluff. I didn’t think he’d arrest me but”

“You poked the bear, I assume”

“We’re not pinning this on Joon. I need to marry him to get control. I refuse to marry Taehyung—swear to God that kid will kill me in my sleep. Figure something else out, or I will whip that Detective around my finger and get him to blame you for it anyway.”

Hobi felt bored, suddenly. Meaningless threats were of no consequence. He owned the police for all he cared. He was untouchable.

“I’m not sure little unhinged Taehyung will react well to you marrying Namjoon. Perhaps you should consider staying in jail. Considering you did pull the trigger”

He could feel your energy shift through the phone. And what you said next was the only time you’d ever managed to tilt him off of his high-horse.

“I did. But he didn’t die. After we left, I saw him again”

Namjoon was back in his home office, urgently responding to some emails. Even among the chaos—he still had an empire to run.

His phone rang. “What?” His tone snarky.

“Y/n’s been arrested” Hoseok’s amused voice filled his ears, “She confessed to murdering Jin”

Namjoon’s brows furrowed, “Why the hell would she do that? And why do you know about it before me?”

“Namjoon. Someone innocent is going to rot in jail for something we both know you did”

Shit. Namjoon sunk into his ergonomic chair. Hobi was right. But if he went to jail then who the hell would run the company?

“I can watch over things for you until you cut a deal. I’m sure they’ll offer you something” It was as if Hobi could read his mind. “I know you, Joonie. You won’t be able to live knowing she’s in jail because of you”

But the truth was that, Namjoon had doubts. He remembered going to the safehouse. He remembered getting into a fight with Jin—Jin who was already battered up.

He didn’t mean for him to die. He had been drunk out of his mind.

“Namjoon” Hobi was persistent, “Don’t be like Jin. Do the right thing. Confess”

Fine. Namjoon shut his laptop and reached for his keys. He hung up the phone, rushing into the hall.

“Taehyung” He searched for his younger brother. He was still reading in the same position Namjoon had seen him when he returned home. He had to tell him what was going on. You were going to come home to him and he needed to know you’d be safe.

“Y/n’s been arrested for Jin’s murder. She confessed but—” He gulped, “She didn’t do it. It was me. I killed him, because I was jealous. I didn’t want her to get engaged to…well you…and Jin was the one forcing her”

Taehyung sat, soundless. Not a word, not a breath.

“I won’t let her go down for this. I’m going to confess. I may have to serve some time in jail—but I can cut a deal. They want to get to me anyway. She will come back alone, and my friend will be watching the company but” Namjoon panted.

He kneeled in front of Taehyung, palms to his knees. “I want you to know I missed you. I know we were never very close. But I hate what happened to you, I hate our mom for it, I hate Jin for it. You’re adjusting. You’re angry, and I understand. But you need to take care of Y/n. She’s our responsibility”

Taehyung nodded, as Namjoon stood up and rushed towards the door.

“Hyung wait!” Namjoon stilled. Taehyung never called him that before.

He walked up to him, before wrapping his arms around his shoulders. “Come home soon”

Namjoon’s otherwise cold heart was flush with love. He had almost forgotten what it was like to have family who cares. His eyes became teary—but he had not time.

He was going to save you.

“Dr. Park”

You sneered at the smirking face before you. In the shared cell, for the first time you faced him alone since everything went down.

“You’re so interesting, Y/n” Great. Not even here for a minute and he’s already psychoanalyzing me. “We both know you didn’t go through with it”

You sat down in front of him, making sure there was a good amount of space. He tapped against the wall aimlessly. The air was musty—even a little cold. You regretted not wearing leggings. Legs bare against the bench.

Jungkook's confession replayed in your mind like a broken record. His hopeful, big, gorgeous brown eyes turned wounded. He opened up for you. He lay down his vendetta, for you. And you simply couldn’t do the same.

Because this is so much bigger than him.

“You can tell me what’s wrong you know” Jimin said. For once, his voice wasn’t laced with amusement. “I know you don’t trust me, but I am a therapist”

“Why’d you even do this?” You spat, hugging your arms against your stomach. “What was in this for you?”

Jimin smiled. “Jin was unlike any of my other patients. He asked a favor, and honestly I was just so interested to see how this would all play out. It’s a house of cards blowing over. Brick by brick”

You frowned. “What would have happened if we didn’t figure it out? Were you planning on actually marrying me? Living with me for the rest of your life?”

Jimin shook his head. “That was never the plan. He needed someone to show up at the wedding. Jin never let Taehyung out because he was terrified that Taehyung would want revenge. So I was to stand in. Get married to you, and then disappear. After all, Jin wanted you to himself but he didn’t want to share you. He can’t marry you—it ruins his plans. After I’d disappear, Jin would say that Taehyung was back in in-patient treatment to the board and take your shares”

You raised your eyebrows. “My mom ran nexus without a man by her side for years. I don’t understand why I had to get married to get access to them”

Jimin clicked his tongue. “That was Jin’s doing. Chairwoman Kim oversaw your trust while you were in her guardianship. Jin leveraged the threat of Taehyung to get her to add the provision. Jimin grinned widely, “Then he killed her”

Your mouth went dry.

“Slowly—and made it look like cancer. But she also knew it was coming, so she didn’t give him the company. Kim’s will do what they do” Jimin marveled, almost in admiration. It made you sick.

Something in your gut twisted so violently, you wanted to hurl.

“And Hobi” You went on despite your state, “When did that start?”

“Oh that had been going on for a long time” Jimin waved his hand, “On and off. They were a bit toxic.”

“Did Jin know…about Hobi?”

“You mean who his family was? Of course he did. He knew about Hobi and Hobi helped him plot all this out. Later, Hobi said he found out you knew everything—I don’t think Jin knew you two knew each other. But they both stood to gain. If Jin got control of Nexus, Hobi and he would be in business together. Though in my opinion I think Hobi was also planning some sort of seduce, marry, kill type thing to expand his own power”

Was there even a single person in your life who was ever honest with you? A stampede trailblazed over your chest. You were bleeding out on the inside so much that it all began to go quiet. All began to feel numb.

“Why wouldn’t Jin just ask me for Nexus? Why go through all this—he knew I’d do anything for him?”

“Y/n, I’m a doctor. I work with intense patients and sometimes in in-patient facilities. People who see me are truly twisted. You can’t hope to understand why they act the way they do. Besides, your mom had gone to great lengths to make sure that Jin specifically kept his paws off you”

Why? You thought back. If your mother hated Jin why would she have let you spend so much time with him? With his family. The two of you had been inseperable.

“Wanna know something else that’s fun?”

You glared at him.

“Jin truly, genuinely believed that everything he was doing was for you”

Don’t say it. You looked down, blinking back tears.

“He loved you. He wanted to keep you safe. Away from gun dealers and mob life. He just wanted you to have everything you wanted without a care in the world. Jury’s still out on if it’s romantic—or just insane”

Namjoon burst into the precinct. Jungkook was at his desk, staring blankly at the screen in front of him. “It was me. Not her. I killed Jin. There you go. Let her go right fucking now” He went on to corroborate his story. It matched up. Him being drunk, arriving at the safehouse no doubt after you and Hoseok had left. A gun was there. Jin was already down. And Namjoon had oh so much motive.

Jungkook couldn’t help but wonder if all your lies and games had just been to protect Namjoon. You acted so indebted to this family of psychopaths—after what Namjoon did to you you were trying to keep him out of Jail?

He was thrilled suddenly. Namjoon away meant you were free. You wouldn’t be able to marry him, not yet—and he had time to show you that you belonged with him. Away from these freaks.

“Okay” Jungkook said, satisfied with the confession. He motioned to guards to take Namjoon into the cell. You and Jimin both were dragged out in exchange.

“You’re free to leave” Jungkook looked down, pretending to shift around the papers on his desk. He couldn’t look you in the eye—the pain was still too tender. Jimin didn’t need to be told twice. He fled immediately. But you, you stayed.

Jungkook looked up at you, annoyed. “What?” He was back to the spiteful tone with which he spoke to you when the two of you had just met.

“I know you hate me” You said quietly. Jungkook noticed the queasy look in your eyes, “But Jimin just told me—everything. And Taehyung is at home who terrifyies me. I guess what I’m asking is—”

“Thought you can take care of yourself”

There was real, raw hurt in your eyes. Jungkook felt a little guilty. He knew this had all been emotionally traumatic for you. He’d seen you fall apart and put yourself back together again multiple times already.

“Jungkook” You gripped the edge of his desk, losing your balance. Alarms went off in his chest. His pride dissipated as you fainted—he rushed to catch you before you hit the floor.

The light began to filter through your eyelids. Slowly you blinked, trying to understand your surroundings.

There he was. Your shadow.

“You’re awake”

Even lying on a hospital bed, Kim Taehyung didn’t give a flying fuck about you. Great.

“I’m glad”

You struggled to sit up as Taehyung neared you. He gently traced the edge of your face. His fingers were tender. Soft. You leaned into his touch.

“Don’t do that ever again” His voice dropped low. Flattening his palm against your cheek, his thumb brushed against the edge of your lips, “I can’t lose you”

Your lips parted in shock. His face was serious as ever.

“Also, there’s something you should know” He stood up, turning his back to you. Staring intently out the window.

Your chest seized with concern. You wondered what happened to Jungkook—if he was alright. You assumed he was the one who brought you to the hospital.

“Dr. Park was found dead last night” Taehyung paused. “He was murdered”

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bangtanfanfiction · 1 year

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Welcome my fellow witches and wizards!

This is an archive of stories about seven friends and their magical journeys as students and wizards.

ps; If you happen to know them, they have explicitly suggested to take the details with a grain of salt and refer to Peeves for further questions...

→ don't let the muggles get you down! || one shot series

status: in progress

→ genre: adventure, romance, fluff, angst, smut ↳ Hogwarts au

A/N: All these stories take place the same Hogwarts universe

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♢ Pairing: Namjoon x f!Reader

♢ Word count: 3.1k

♢ Genre: fluff, humor, suggestive content

⌲ Description: You never expected the nerdy seventh-year Ravenclaw boy by the name of Namjoon to have flirting skills rivaling that the likes of world known Quidditch players

A/N: Rewrite planned.

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♢ Pairing: Slytherin!Jimin x f!Reader

♢ Word count: 12k

♢ Genre: fluff, humor

⌲ Description: Park Jimin was a nuisance to your existence. Even though he didn't know it. He was just so perfect in everything he did that it drove you mad. You weren’t known for being the jealous type, so why did everything about Park Jimin aggravate you so much?

A/N: Heavy re-editing planned.

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♢ Word count: 16.6k (Idk how this happened okay)

♢ Genre: Angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, arranged marriage, slight slowburn, smut

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♢ Pairing: Hufflepuff! Taehyung x Wallflower f!Reader

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♢ Pairing: Quidditch Instructor!Seokjin x Prof!Reader

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ratherbefangirling · 4 days

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KARZ : the debt of love(1)

Pairing: Seokjin x heiress Reader (past) ; Jungkook x idol reader (present)

Summary: the debt of love must always be paid.

Genre: Drama, Fluff, Angst, Reincarnation AU, Revenge.

Inspired by the 1980 movie of the same name. I basically binged 2 versions of the same movie while watching a bts edit on one of the songs of the movie. You don't have to watch the movie to read this.

P•R•O•L•O•G•U•E

"Jin.. Jin... Jin? Where are you my love?" You enter your penthouse apartment, calling out your beloved fiance.

There's sound of chopping in the kitchen.

"In the kitchen my love." He replies.

You enter the kitchen watching him slave over the stove. You wrap your arms around him.

"You don't have to work so hard my love. The cooks fear for their job." You tease him.

"But I like cooking for you princess."

You smile at him. "I have good news."

"What happened?" He asks turning off the stove and washing his hands.

"We won the case. I've finally inherited my family assets. Now I can keep my family and you happy."

He wraps arms around you and lifts you up, twirling you in his arms.

"I'm so happy for you my princess"

"Ok ok put me down."

He gently puts you down." We got to celebrate this." He tells you excited.

"Let's get married."

"All of a sudden?" He asks.

"I wanna be married to you. I just wanted to get these legal hurdles over with. I didn't want to drag you in this mess" you get on one knee taking out rings you'd purchased.

"Will you make me the happiest girl in the world?" You ask grinning.

"Ya! I wanted to propose." He scolds you gently.

"Jin."

He lifts you up. "Yes. I will marry you. I'm yours I'll always be yours in thus life and every life after that. Forever."

You hug him. He wraps his arms around you. Kissing your forehead.

"I love you princess"

"I love you too my prince."

❄️❄️❄️

You and Jin drink by the poolside. You've come to one of the remote properties you own. A villa on a cliff. It's quite a view. It's secluded and perfect.

You spend the days and nights together. Having all sorts of fun. Playing games, eating, dancing, watching stars.

"How does it feel, our honey moon is coming to an end?" You ask Jin.

"I wish it could last forever. That I could keep you to myself forever."

You touch his shoulder comfortingly. "Hey, you'll still have me. This is only the beginning."

He nods taking a sip of his red wine.

"Besides" you add." My mom and younger brother Jimin are excited to meet you."

He nods thoughtfully.

"Are you that sad our trip is ending?" You ask caressing his cheek.

"I'm sorry Y/n."

Your brows furrow. "What's wrong Jin?" You ask concerned. Your body feels numb.

"I'm sorry it had to be this way."

"What are you talking about?" You are confused by his change in demeanour. You try to raise your hand to touch him but there is no strength in your arms.

He kisses your forehead. "Betrayal can only be payed by betrayal. Goodbye my love." He says pushing you off the edge.

15 years later

[We have with us in the studio , everyones favourite the rising star of the music industry. The starlet Melody. ]

[ The charming young star in front of us lives very differently from how it all started. Today we dive into all the details in an exclusive interview to the hymns magazine]

Interviewer (I): Welcome to the studio Melody. We are very happy to host you.

Melody(M): Hello I'm happy to be here, please take good care of me.

I: Known for your vocal range and charming stage presence, you've won many awards at national and international levels. How does it feel ?

M: as everyone knows. I used to sneak out from the orphanage to try busking along with my bestfriend. When I got scouted and later adopted by our CEO. And a lot of rigorous practice and schedules later. I finally got to go on stage and I still remember the euphoria and gratefulness I felt when people started supporting me. I'm grateful to each and every one of my fans.

I: you mentioned your bestfriend accompanied you. Were they also scouted?

M: my bestfriend got adopted and decided to become a doctor.

I: so it was a happy ending.

M: Yes.

I: I heard you're releasing a new album? Can you tell us more about it.

M: Yes ofcourse. This one's really close to my heart. For the first time I got total control over all aspects which is a lot harder than it sounds. Sort of a graduation gift from our CEO. Unlike the music so far. Though all my music does have my personality in it. This is the first time. I've been left to my own devices so as to say.

I: sounds exciting. We can't wait to hear what you've come up with.

M: the album is called 'the girl with many phases' and it is about my journey to becoming the person I am today. The title track is Moon which I co wrote with my bestfriend back in the day.

I: the same bestfriend who's becoming a doctor?

M:*laughs* yes. I hope you'll like it.

[Song plays ▶️ ]

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"Good bye and Goodnight Seoul, thanks for having me"

You wave goodbye, sending air hugs hearts and kisses as you go to the backstage, tired a little grumpy and if you don't lie in a bed soon probably sick.

The concert tours were both exhilarating and tiring. You enjoyed being on stage. Interacting with your fans. Going to new places though you couldn't always visit. The travel, the practice, the show all were physically taxing.

As you enter the green room, already removing your accessories, a large bouquet of flower greets you holding which is your bestfriend, Kim Namjoon.

You keep the accessories on the table and run to hug him. He hugs you back.

"Did you come to see the show? "

"Ofcourse my exams got over and I flew to see you. Happy Birthday Melody."

You laugh giddy. "Let me change and let's have dinner." You tell him.

"Ofcourse, I'll be waiting."

You go take a quick shower and change into your normal comfortable clothes.

Namjoon is still waiting when you come back.

"How have you been y/n ? "

"Can't complain. Life has changed. Problems have changed"

"What's bothering you. Talk to me?"

"I have money, fame, a high paying job, success but.."

"I still feel empty. I still don't have a family or love."

"What about your adopted family."

"They ended the adoption. The CEO and I only have a buisness relationship. I'm just a product to be sold and profit off. Even if I want to go back home. There's no one waiting for me."

Namjoon puts a hand on your shoulder comfortingly." I'm sorry, y/n. Though I can't find you a family. My dad's holding a party. We can find you a rich handsome boyfriend how about that?" He jokes.

You laugh. "Sounds good."

"I'll send you the invite. My mom would love to meet you."

You smiled though a little heartbroken you were happy at least your bestfriend had a better adoption.

"I'll be there. Just send me the details ok?" You tell him. "Let's go eat dinner now. I'm starving."

You reach Namjoon's home. Calling it a house is an understatement. Its a sprawling mansion.

You call Namjoon to alert him of your arrival. As you hand the butler your car keys. Namjoon comes to greet you.

"Nice house." You comment.

"Yeah I know it's a bit fancy"

"Well clearly someone has gotten used to being rich." You tease him.

He rolls his eyes. "Where's the party you ask?"

"The staff is setting it up.It's in the banquet Hall and besides no one shows up on time they prefer arriving fashionably late."

"You could have mentioned that"

"Hey I just thought we could hang out. Once the party starts I have to make rounds with my parents."

You nod sympathetic. "So what's the plan."

His phone rings. He picks it up. Talking to the person on line as you admire the mansion.

"So hey Y/n-ie. I'm sorry I have an extra class I need to attend. Seriously it's the worst timing. I'm sorry. But you can just chill in the hall. I'll try to come back soon. OK?"

"Ok joonie, see you" you understand he looks as disappointed as you feel to leave but some things take priority for now. You'll always have each other.

Namjoon instructs the butler to take care of you if you need anything. He gives you a hug before he leaves.

You sit infront of the piano and start to play. It's been a while since you played of your accord. Unknown to you a crowd gathers. As you end the song they all applaud. You smile.

You decide to sit on one of the sofas and scroll on your phone using your secret account.

Someone keeps a plate of Appetisers next to you. You look up to see the most handsome guy you've come across in a while.

"Thank you Mr...?"

"Jeon Jungkook Miss."

"Thanks for the food. Can I trouble you to ask for a drink?"

"It's no trouble at all." He says disappearing into the kitchen.

He comes back with a drink.

"A special mocktail for the lady."

"No alcohol."

"The lady is already intoxicating I doubt any alcohol could compare."

Admittedly your reaction is a bit delayed. Your brain stops working for a moment. Were you being flirted with? Your braincells are screaming may day.

"I guess it all works out then, if I get drunk I may forget and I wouldn't risk forgetting someone so handsome." You say hoping it sounds flirty but not weird.

He laughs and you are mesmerised.

"I'm back y/nie" Namjoon comes in almost knocking one of the waiters down.

That clumsy fool. You think.

"Yes yes. Welcome back." You say. Jungkook has already slipped away.

"Let's go to my room." Namjoon takes your hand and drags you to his room. You are left with no choice but to follow. You give one last look towards Jungkook who catches your gaze and smiles making you blush.

Namjoon's closet is large. He always did like clothes and accessory. His room is comfortable and filled with books and art.

"So which one looks better?" He asks showing you his outfits for tonight.

"The black is classic. You can't go wrong with it. "

He nods agreeing. You hug a Ryan plushie and wait for Joon to change looking at your phone.

When he's ready you head back to the party together.

Namjoons adopted father introduces you to every one as a special guest. Jackson Namjoon's new friend is especially kind to you.

"Hey Namjoonie won't you introduce me." He says.

Namjoon rolls his eyes at his friends antics. "Y/n This is Jackson. My college friend. Jackson this is y/n my childhood friend." Namjoon introduces.

Jackson shakes your hand. "I'm a fan. If it isn't much can I request you to bestow us with your melodius voice."

"I'm flattered.. but I'm afraid I.." You trail of seeing Jungkook eavesdropping on the conversation.

"Come on y/n one song." Namjoon also request.

"Fine." You concede. "But you owe me big time namjoonie."

"Anything you want." Namjoon promises.

So the stage is set and guitar in hand. You begin.

As you sing, your eyes trace Jungkook, who disappears and appears like the moon playing hide and seek with clouds. And as the song comes to an end.

"Though our footsteps may be out of step/I want to walk this path with you/Still with you~~" you sing the last lines as if it were a confession.

He smiles at you, his eyes shining before people come in front of you, blocking your line of sight.

You smile at everyone naturally stepping into the shoes of Melody. It takes a while for the crowd to dwindle by the time Jungkook is nowhere to be found.

And the party ends without you meeting him again.

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You lay in Namjoon's bed. Coincidentally you both have time of together. You have some time before your next tour starts. You're using his phone to try and find Jungkook. It's like searching for a needle in a haystack. But you look through all the pictures of the party posted on Instagram.

"Y/n you do know right.. he might not have been tagged. I looked through the staff list but there's no one by the name Jungkook. You sure you didn't get it wrong?" Namjoon asks. He's left you to your own devices and started painting.

"I'm 100% sure. Why don't you ask again. What if he was a part timer?"

Namjoon sighs. "You're quite stubborn"

"You owe me after putting me on spot on your party like that."

Namjoon groans. "Fine. I'll text again."

You're scrolling eyes tired when you finally see him in the background of the photos. You sqeal. Jumping on Namjoon's bed. "I found him." Namjoon chuckles at your antics.

"Me too. Apparently he's a student. At Smeraldo Universities Culinary Science College. He came here for a summer internship. " Namjoon informs you.

You hug Namjoon excited. "Hey joonie.. do you think we should go to that friends trip?." Your eyes are shining with mischief.

Permanent taglist: @mintsugarmy : @exfolitae : @cryingpages

Authors note: Hey so that's the first chapter. The next chapter will come the next week mostly. Let me know your thoughts . Feedback is appreciated 👏. Hope you have a nice day. Let me know if you want to be added in the taglist. And your thoughts so far. Comments really help boost my morale and make my day. Or you can reblog as well. 🥺👉👈 or send asks.. ok bye.

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kiara-ish · 2 years

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BTS MASTERLIST

KIM SEOKJIN

S E R I E S

Idol Soldier

zombie apocalypse au; military enlisted idol!Seokjin x fem!reader;

teaser | fic navigation | teaser 2

MIN YOONGI

S E R I E S

The Guy on the Floor Downstairs

idol neighbour!Yoongi x fem!reader; fluff, angst

navigation; drabbles : Happy New Year;

O N E S H O T S

Haegeum (18+ MDNI!)

Suga x fem!reader x Agust D

teaser | main fic

If Only You Knew

Min Yoongi x Park Jimin; fluff, angst.

Read here!

JUNG HOSEOK

O N E S H O T S

Wonderwall

bestfriend's boyfriend!Hoseok x fem!reader; angst with a mixed ending

Read here!

KIM NAMJOON

H E A D C A N O N S

When you have a crush on him and he knows it

PARK JIMIN

O N E S H O T S

In Poetry

Park Jimin x fem!reader; Angst, open ending

Read here!

KIM TAEHYUNG

To be announced soon ...

JEON JUNGKOOK

H E A D C A N O N S

When you have a crush on him and he knows it

#bts fanfic #bts #bts x reader #bts fic #bts ff #kiara-ish: masterlist

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bangtansmauyeondan · 2 years

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TECHNICAL FOUL! | Part 2 - Airball

Pairing: Basketball Coach!Jin x Teacher!Fem. Reader

Rating: 16+

Genre: Enemies to ???, Coworker AU, fluff, angst, implied intimacy

Summary: When one of your best students in class failed his mid-term exams, you only had one person to blame- Coach Jin. He thinks he's the king of the world-tall, handsome, brooding, borderline arrogant and seems to be always getting things done his way, but you are adamant to give him a piece of your mind. The only problem is that you easily get tongue-tied in his presence.

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Airball

noun. a shot attempt that was off the mark and didn't touch the basket or the backboard

The gooey and oozy mozzarella cheese dribbled down on the side of your bestfriend’s mouth as she widened her eyes in shock, the other half of the deep-fried goodness caught in the air between her greasy fingers. “What!?” Bree exclaimed. “Wait, wait, wait… so you’re telling me that you and the class of 2008 basketball captain Kim Seokjin– whom you’ve been crushing on since high school, work at the same school?”

“Yep…” you winced at the bad taste that the sangria left in your mouth. You’re not really a wine person, but since Bree, your self-proclaimed wine connoisseur of a bestfriend moved in, you’ve been consuming it quite a lot lately. “We were both summoned into the Principal’s office a few days ago because one of my best students has not been best-student-ing right lately because of his basketball practice. Unscheduled, that is.”

“Ooh, did he get all hot and bothered?” she winked.

“No, I did,” you guffawed, smacking your bestfriend and roommate a little bit too hard on the arm. Oh, you think you’re so funny.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you’re working with him!”

“I didn’t because he’s technically not working with us, or for us,” you sighed. “He’s some minor league hotshot and he’s assigned,” you made quotation marks with your fingers in the air, “... in our school this year, because well, apparently he’s besties with the principal. They’re so tight, they’re on a first name basis, and the principal uses honorifics with him.”

“Oh…” Bree ran her fingers on her chin, pouting in the process as curiosity fell on her face. “What does he look like now? Is he still a cutie?” She batted her eyelashes at you.

You reached out for the empty bottle of Masseto you used for the sangria and placed it in front of Bree. “You see this?” You paused for dramatic effect, before you sighed dreamily.

“Kim Seokjin ages like fine wine.”

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“Finally! Now you don’t need me to ask my teacher to watch the game, you already met her!” Soobin grinned and ran across the court with the ball, bent his knees and took a shot. Missed.

It was Monday afternoon, and Soobin decided to drop by the gymnasium after his classes. Bag strewn messily on the bleachers, he wasted no time in grabbing a ball and attempting to show off to his coach.

“Hey, that’s traveling! You gotta always dribble!” Seokjin called out. “Do you know the reason why we were called at the principal’s office, huh, young man?”

“Are you both in trouble?”

Seokjin burst out in his infectious squeaky laugh, grabbing the ball from Soobin. “We’re not in trouble, Soobinnie… you are.”

“Me?!” The boy’s eyes widened like saucers. “What did I do? Were my parents there?”

“At that time, no. But Miss ______ will surely have a meeting with them about your grades.” Seokjin dribbled the ball a few times before attempting to shoot a three-point shot. Missed. He signaled for Soobin to retrieve the ball with a cock of his head. “What’s going on, kid? Why have you missed your homeworks and failed your quizzes?”

“They’re getting harder these days, coach,” Soobin whined. “Math was fun until Mr. Park introduced shapes and letters. How are we supposed to calculate them?”

Seokjin scoffed. “You sound like my ex-girlfriend. She can do math, she’s excellent in language, just don’t mix up the two!”

“I agree! She must be fun. Maybe that’s why she broke up with you.”

“Yah…” Seokjin passed the ball to Soobin almost aggressively. “You’re bombing your Science quizzes too.”

“Mr. Jeon wanted us to label a blank skeleton!” Soobin marched towards the bleachers and sat down in frustration.

Seokjin retrieved two bottles of ice-cold water from his cooler and gave one to Soobin. “Have you tried talking to your parents or your teachers that you’re having a hard time?” His heart goes out to the child. He probably feels like he’s gonna get scolded if he admits he’s having a hard time.

“I might get scolded if I ask a lot or say I don’t get it.” Soobin pouted. Bingo. Seokjin was right.

“Hey, don’t think that way, okay?” Seokjin ruffled the kid’s hair. “That’s what your teachers are here for– to help.”

“Can you help me, coach?” Soobin looked up at him with hopeful puppy eyes.

Seokjin threw his head back in laughter. “I helped you get better so we can show off to Miss ______, but it bit me back in the butt because you actually got in trouble. Missed shot, dude. Airball.”

“You thought my teacher was pretty though, so you can’t back out, coach!”

Seokjin contemplated for a bit. He’s pretty sure he’s seen some early 2000 movies (or at least one) where the protagonist used basketball to teach geometry to a struggling kid. Maybe he should do that then. He quickly pulled up his phone and googled the different kinds of angles, just in case you know, he gets confused between an acute angle and an isosceles triangle. Which one makes up the other one again? Anyway, it’s no secret that he also wants to get the teacher’s attention too. He thought you’re very pretty and he overheard one of the senior teachers teasing you about being single a few weeks ago, so he knows it’s okay to crush on you. Crush? Pfft. Why he even thought of such an immature word is beyond him, but maybe because he’s surrounded by tiny humans below 15 years old all the time.

However, what he thought of paled in comparison to what you really looked like up close when he met you at Yoongi’s office. Your almond-shaped eyes are deep set and expressive, your well-groomed eyebrows rise and fall with every emotion mirroring your words, your cheeks are full, and your refined nose compliments your full pouty lips. Your make-up was barely there that he had to stop himself from staring, in case you caught him and you got weirded out.

“Okay, kiddo…” Seokjin stood up and dribbled his way to the center of the court. “You and I will have a one on one geometry lesson starting today, so…” He passed the ball to Soobin which the latter fumbled on catching. “Get into position and let’s show Ms. _________ what we got.”

Coach Seokjin’s goal? Impress you.

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arizonapoppy · 2 years

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I posted 3,759 times in 2022

That's 1,166 more posts than 2021!

149 posts created (4%)

3,610 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,676 of my posts in 2022

#tolkien - 356 posts

#fic recs - 119 posts

#bts fanfic - 84 posts

#lotr - 84 posts

#signal boost - 77 posts

#mcu - 66 posts

#writer encouragement - 65 posts

#fandom is for fun - 43 posts

#star wars fanfic - 42 posts

#saving for future reference - 40 posts

Longest Tag: 116 characters

#i've actually pretty much stopped leaving comments or reblogging other works because i so rarely get feedback myself

My Top Posts in 2022:

Solitude

A Mischief Managed ficlet

Pairing: Jimin x Reader, Jimin & Reader

Words: 1k

Rating: G

Genre: Angst, bestFriends!AU, nonIdol!AU

Summary: In a new town with a good job, you realize your loneliness without your best friend Jimin

Warnings: Not the usual fluff; off-screen!Jimin

Read it on AO3

Taglist: @cutechim @hannahbee12719 @reliablemitten @seokjinger-ale @sunshinerainbowsbts

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Ticket, Please

A Mischief Managed story

What? More Mischief? I’m popping in from my social media break to let my BTS followers know there’s another episode of Mischief Managed posted on Ao3, thanks to a thirst session with @hannahbee12719 & @seokjinger-ale that turned into a prompt.

Pairing: Jimin & Reader

Words: 2.1k

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff, crack, humor, bestFriends!AU, nonIdol!AU

Summary: You and Jimin will do anything to watch the new X-Men movie

Warnings: Do not try this at home- breaking & entering, attempt to defraud

Read it on AO3

And while you’re here, would you be interested in some of my other BTS stories? With all that’s going on right now, we really need the comfort of fluff.

And if fluff isn’t your thing (but I still really encourage you to give it a try), you might be interested in this little tidbit of smut, which has somehow become the third most popular thing I’ve ever written. I knew we’re all horny bitches (affectionate), but it’s been jaw-dropping to see its stats versus everything else I’ve done in my life.

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We did it!

200 Thryce stories on Ao3!

26 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

Pancake My Eyes Off Of You

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Words: 1085

Summary: You and your friend Seokjin go out for your regular Saturday morning breakfast. A chance comment breaks your status quo.

Warnings: Bad puns

Also on Ao3

A/N: Thank you to @hannahbee12719 for the prompt! Five squares down.

Send me a prompt with a pairing!

“Another successful morning garage-sailing!” Seokjin whistles as he unlocks the van carrying all your assembled purchases.

“Don’t you mean junking?”

He assumes a hurt expression. “How can you call all this wonderful loot junk?”

You sigh as you buckle your seatbelt. “I’m just glad when it’s done being clutter in my garage.”

Seokjin reaches across the emergency break to pat your hand. “Admit it, you enjoy the thrill of the find.”

He had a point. Your mutual side hustle, Worldwide Hand-Me-Downs, did provide an outlet for your love of nostalgia. You just hadn’t expected it to take over your Saturday mornings. “I’ll be happy once we have breakfast,” you grumble. “And more coffee.”

Smiling, Seokjin points the van in the direction of the your favorite diner.

You sigh as he takes the back roads to the diner. “Why do you always take the back roads? It’s faster to take the freeway.”

Shaking his head, he demurs. “But there are fewer traffic lights.”

You bite your tongue as you stare out the window at the passing scenery. Driver’s choice, you suppose. Even though you had driven both ways and timed them just to prove you were right.

The end goal of all your Saturday garage-sailing expeditions is soon in sight (although you could have been there three minutes sooner if Seokjin had just gone your way), and with a blissful sigh, you slide into the booth opposite Seokjin. He carefully turns both the coffee cups up on their saucers. You don’t need to look at the menu, since you know what you want, but Seokjin studies his as if he hadn’t been coming here almost every Saturday for ages. You smile as his dark messy hair droops over his forehead as he turns the pages. His bangs are getting long. Should you remind him to get a haircut?

“Good morning,” your server chirps, as she pours coffee in your cups. She drops off a little pot of half and half, too, which Seokjin wordlessly pushes toward you. “Do you know what you want, or should I come back?”

“I’ll have the veggie omelette, bacon, and a side of hash browns, crispy on top, please?”

The server nods. “You got it!”

Seokjin shakes his hair out of his face as he tries to decide. “Can I have the short stack, link sausage, and the fruit cup please?” he finally asks.

She finishes writing your order. “I’ll get this put in.”

After she leaves, you carefully pour the cream and sugar into your coffee, stirring to mix it into pale tan consistency.

“Would you like a little coffee with your sugar?” Seokjin teases you.

You tap the spoon against the lip so as not to waste a single drop of blessed caffeine. “Not everyone can stand their coffee as black as your heart.”

He clutches his chest as if he’s been mortally wounded. Straightening his face, Seokjin changes the topic of conversation to the plot developments of the latest popular streaming series. “Can you believe what the writers did? What were they thinking? Clearly it should have gone the other way.”

Nodding your agreement, you gesticulate wildly with your spoon, because you would have improved on that chase scene, if only they had consulted you. Seokjin chimes in with supporting additional details of the proposed rewrites.

By the time your food arrives, between the two of you, you have come up with a much better directors’ cut. You and Seokjin scurry to move the cups aside to make room for the food as your server unloads plate after plate. Glasses of orange juice and milk are followed by Seokjin’s pancakes. She sets the breakfast potatoes at Seokjin’s place.

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My #1 post of 2022

Hiya Poppy, for your romantic cliche bingo, could I request something for "The Dork and the Jock?" I'd love to see what you can do with this one! 💕

Take Me Out

Pairing: Hoseok x female!Reader

Genre: Fluff, opposites attract, first meeting

Summary: You'd rather be playing a game than teaching, but then an office group from Bangtan Industries attends your club's Learn To Curl night.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, bad puns

Rating: T for alcohol consumption (to be safe, nothing else happens)

A/N: Thank you to Sunny for the prompt! I hope you like it! <3 Eight squares down.

Also on Ao3

“I said, I’ve finished counting out the shoe grippers.”

“Hmm? What?” Pulling your earbud out of your ear, you look up to find your friend Seokjin standing next to you. Clutching your chest, you chastise him: “You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that!”

Seokjin shakes his finger at you. “It wouldn’t have been a problem if you weren’t lost to the world listening to the latest curling podcast.”

You splutter. “How’d you know I was listening to curling podcasts?”

“I didn’t,” he smirks. “Lucky guess.”

Rolling your eyes, you go back to counting out the broom handles and checking their brightly colored brush pads. “How many are we expecting tonight?”

“Full house,” Seokjin replies as reaches into the bin closest to him and begins inspecting brooms.

Learn to Curl Nights are always hectic at the curling club. But it’s extra busy in Olympic years, when suddenly people who look ordinary are on the tv playing for Olympics medals. Shuffleboard on ice, how hard could it be?

You have a lot of bruised tailbones and sore shoulders to contradict them.

“Lucky us,” Seokjin quips. “We’ve got one of the corporate team building groups.”

Pursing your lips, you contemplate your teaching partner’s revelation. This could go one of two ways: scowling grumps upset at “mandatory fun” organized by an out-of-touch boss, or a really wild office with terrifyingly high morale.

Even if you get the challenging first group, you still enjoy teaching. They might be hard nuts to crack, but eventually the enthusiasm is contagious. The smiles when someone manages to get their stone most of the way down the ice make it all worthwhile. It’s also a good opportunity for the club to recruit; you, Seokjin, and the other volunteer teachers are the first line of scouts for new players.

The evening starts in the club’s general purpose room with a brief welcome and introduction from the club president, Namjoon, and then everyone troops downstairs to the ice. You help people find the right size shoe grippers and a broom. When each person is set, you make your way over to the furthest sheet where Seokjin and the office party are waiting.

Watching at a distance, they’re already pretty animated. “Wooo!” yells one woman in a bright red jacket, waving her arms over her head. She almost loses her balance, but recovers just in time. A man in a hockey jersey says something you can’t hear at that distance, and the entire group breaks up laughing.

Looks like you have the office with terrifyingly high morale.

All right, they want a wild time, you’ll give them the full experience. Kicking off with your back foot, you slide in and swish to a stop in front of them, broom carefully tucked under your arm, just to be extra.

“And here’s my esteemed Co-Teacher,” Seokjin crows. “The fun can begin!”

Cheerfully, you wave to the group and introduce yourself.

“We all work for Bangtan Industries,” explains their boss, as they take turns introducing themselves. Going down the line, they are an office crew from central casting, representing all walks of life, genders, and office roles.

The last person to speak is a man who has been quiet up until now. Taking his measure, does he even want to be here? Sometimes groups have a holdout determined not to have fun. He has a reserved yet confident air, wearing loose clothing and a knit hat with black bangs peeking out. But then he smiles and it’s like a spotlight shines. His dark eyes crinkle around his button nose. “My name’s Hoseok,” he says. “I’m really excited to learn to curl!”

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yoonseokerist · 2 years

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Social Media Au

OT7

Kim Namjoon

Kim Seokjin

Moonstruck by @bangtansmauyeondan

Status: Completed

Genre: Soulmate Au, Office Au

—Summary: You don’t know what the world looks like without Seokjin. Growing up in the same neighborhood, a low iron fence separating your family home and his, your lives have always been tangled up with each other. So much so, that after graduating college and securing your respective jobs, you decided to pack everything up and move to the same apartment building in the city— him, sharing a unit with his younger brother and his college bestfriend; you, sharing a unit with your younger brother and his equally chaotic bestfriend. Eternal neighbors thing, right? Or is that all there is to it?

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Min Yoongi

Jeon Jungkook

I Fell In Love With A Girl Group Stan by @i-am-baechu

Status: Completed

Genre: Idol Au, Fangirl Au

— Summary: Going to a BTS concert with her best friend was an anxiety attack waiting to happen because she only knew a handful of their songs and felt like an intruder but she didn’t want her to go alone. She made two mistakes. Number one, not changing her lockscreen from Irene to something else and number two, wearing a Red Velvet lanyard. When her friend wins a raffle to meet them, everything changes for her and the youngest member; especially when her alarm starts playing Bad Boy in the middle of her sentence.

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sugarwithtea · 2 years

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truth or dare || ksj

pairing : seokjin x reader

genre : angst, fluff, ex-best friends to lovers

rating : pg-15

summary : You and Seokjin meet each other again at a college reunion, him igniting the feelings of first love inside you after not meeting him for 4 years after an unexpected seperation. He still doesn't know the reason for it and you have never dared to tell him the truth. Maybe this time, you play the game courageously. Maybe not. Who knows?

word count : 6.3k

warnings : swearing, alcohol consumption, flashback scenes, kissing, miscommunication (i mean, ofc), crying, mentions of body insecurity, first love themes, jin being indecisive as fuck, peer pressure (if you can say it so then), this ain't a warning but his appearance is a bit fancy!! overall - it's seokjin being a hazard for all of us.

author's note : thankyou to the loveliest @gimmethatagustd for requesting this fic with this dialogue prompt <33 love ya jai :) and thanks to my love @highly-functioning-mitochondria for beta-ing it :))

mood : this love (taylor's version) - taylor swift

seokjin's aesthetic/moodboard

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"I still don't really understand what happened between us."

The golden lights casted a beautiful shadow over the main dance floor, elegant and royal. The waiters weaved through the buzzed crowd of elite looking adults, your ex classmates, to be precise, quite skillfully.

Your eyes scanned the crowd to take in the stark differences, if any, in your classmates' appearances. It had been four years since you last met them. You had been in contact with a few of your friends from college, but had lost most of them eventually. Some faces greet you with a friendly smile which you instantly return, while some just dismiss your presence as you do the same.

Taehyung had been keen on bringing you to your college reunion this time, one that happens every two years. You don't know why they hold a reunion every two years. Presumably, you had missed the first party and had then met an absolutely enraged Taehyung as he had failed to spot you at the location it was held at.

So now, here you were, leaning against the bar with a champagne flute in one of your hands and the other nervously twirling your hair. You were not specifically excited or even scared to meet someone, except one person.

Kim Seokjin.

Even the mere thought of his name brings heat straight to your face and you cower behind the glass, taking a sip from it to hide your sudden blush.

You and him went way back to your childhood days. Both of you became friends as you were neighbours and then went on to become classmates in college. He had always been your support system and safe place when you went through the ups and downs of your life, your best friend.

He had also been one more thing.

Your first love.

You were never able to act on your feelings, always too scared to break the friendship or distance yourself from him. You confidently believed that he didn't reciprocate your love, that his love was just platonic, not because he dated other people frequently. No, he rarely did that. The only girlfriend he ever had was one in the last year of highschool, when you weren't classmates yet, just neighbours and friends.

The thing which made you believe that he never loved you, and will never love you, was an incident that took place during your last year.

— 4 years ago —

"Where are we even going, Heejin?"

"To the gym." she delightfully responds as she drags you across the corridors, heading towards the gym.

"What for?" you exasperatedly groan.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief and a slight bit of adoration as she answers.

"Jinyoung is there. The boys are practising for their next match. Might as well catch them in action, yeah?" she winks at you as she pulls you inside the gym, pushing open the doors authoritatively.

Loud laughter greets you as soon as you step inside, followed by incoherent mumbles and yellings of excited boys. All of them fall to deaf ears for you, except for one.

Seokjin's.

The fact that he was the captain of the basketball team had completely slipped your mind. His windshield laugh only allows you to know that he might have made some stupid joke or pun, and is now laughing heartedly at it.

Your lips, who seem to have a mind of their own, form a smile at the sound of his happiness. You can imagine his crinkled eyes, full lips stretched into a proud grin, his handsome face contorted into pure mirth and his shoulders shaking from his joy.

The realisation that you loved him had dawned on you long ago, and the feelings just increased every time you saw him, heard him or thought of him, with an aching feeling inside your heart.

You were not so sure about what he would reciprocate if you opened up your heart to him, but still were hopeful. His actions were the ones of a best friend, but there were some moments where you felt like maybe even he was in this a little too deep, if not as much as you were.

You and Heejin settle behind the door that seperated the lockers from the main court. The laughter soon died and suddenly Jinyoung spoke up.

"Jin, your turn! Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

A series of ooh's followed his choice and both you and Heejin held your breath in excitement for what's to come next.

"Okay so," started a lanky boy who had been leaning against the lockers all the time, with mischief in his eyes.

"Who'd you fuck? Y/N or Hana?" he ended and everyone present in the gym went quiet at the question.

You could hear your heartbeat up in your ears and your eyes were as wide as saucers as you registered Heejin staring at you with the same surprised reaction, while gulping to watch your expressions.

"What the fuck?" Seokjin gasped out as the fog of shock faded slowly from around everyone present there.

All the boys except Jinyoung and Yoongi started the usual series of laughter and noises as their anticipation for Seokjin's answer rose steadily, two of them even having the nerve to clap him on the back in a friendly, nonchalant way. The lanky boy was now grinning from ear to ear as he stood straight, standing as tall as Jin and advanced towards the middle of the group, directly in front of Jin.

"Aww, seems like someone is scared that his best friend will be upset if he disagrees to fuck her." he says in a mocking, high pitched tone while jutting out his bottom lip to mimick a dramatic pout.

Laughter breaks out almost immediately and you try to hide yourself from the girl beside you. These were college boys, immature and insensitive. You could not take their words seriously and let them affect your thoughts.

"Oh, or wait." the same lanky boy, whom now you recognised as Woomin continued, "Don't tell me you are hesitant because you want to have sex with her?"

Silence spreads once again while some of the boys morphed their expression into one of disgust, mumbling shocked profanities under their breath or to each other, inaudible to you, but quite obviously those not in your favour. A string of ‘what?, really?, oh my god seokjin no!' were passed through them which made you want to run away.

Jin stood in shocked poise even when Woomin walked up too close for him to be comfortable, looked him straight in his eyes with a sly smirk as he opened his mouth once again to spew utter nonsense.

"Tell me, Seokjin. Would you fuck Y/N or not?" he asked in an almost whisper.

"I'm not answering a shitty question like that." Jin spoke through gritted teeth while his whole form was on the verge of shuddering.

Woomin stepped back and spread his arms in an authoritative manner, still looking at him in the eyes.

"If you don't then we'll know it's a yes."

Jin's eyes grew as wide as they could while he took a small step back, his whole body language shouting "DEFENSE MODE! DIE OR SURRENDER"

Woomin and the boys doubled down in laughter, him hitting his knee with his hand while one tall guy, taller than Seokin, says,

"Not Y/N Jin. Not her." as he scrunches his nose in disappointment and visible disgust at the thought.

Your heart dropped to your feet when you saw Jin feeling all attacked and hesitant, even considering answering this shitty question to save his pride or erase his cowardness.

He regained his footing as he straightened up, eyes still wide as a toddler's and lips trembling to form an answer.

"I won't."

If you wanted to run away before, now you want to bury yourself right then and there especially when a whole team is having a conversation about you with Heejin not so sneakily trying to glance at you to gauge your reaction.

"Why?" Woomin oh so smugly questions and Seokjin had to stick his chin up, if ever so slightly with hesitation visible as daylight in his form to get himself and his answer approved by his beloved team.

Of course Jin won't fuck his bestfriend, why would he? You think. He might reason it as you being his best friend and your dynamic being platonic, leaving no space for y'all to think about sex with each other but what he says next has tears welling up in your eyes as you try to hold them back from falling.

"I would never fuck someone like her."

You couldn't stop yourself from running away from there while choking on a sob. You didn't care anymore what Heejin thought about your reaction, you wanted to be away from everyone.

You kind of knew that Jin always thought of you platonically but never in a million years would you have thought of him referring to you like this, as if you were some untouchable, unfuckable being who only spewed disgust from others when she went in front of them.

The tears were unstoppable as they dampened your pillow, one that you had stuffed your face in as soon as you reached home and shut the door of your bedroom to save yourself from the prying eyes of your roommate.

You were never confident about your body. You knew you didn't have the model figure but you also didn't regard it dismissively with contempt and disgust. You weren’t fat but you weren't size zero either. Your heart broke when you thought of people regarding you like this for your appearance.

You pinch at the flesh of the slight cellulite forming on your thighs and cry out louder. You knew you were being insensitive with yourself, blaming yourself for a natural cause. But, you never knew why he disregarded you so easily. It could have been your body, it could have been your personality, it could have been you.

Haste and anger lead to the worst decisions ever.

The same happened when you decided to distance yourself from Jin to get over him and to also process your feelings and thoughts about the most childish game you had witnessed.

You stop the waiter to get your fifth glass of champagne as Taehyung rambles on at your side about his latest encounter with Namjoon and Jimin at the Annual Business Conference, both of them working as Regional Managers for two leading companies when Taehyung himself worked as the CEO's personal assistant of a major tech firm. Both of them were unable to attend the reunion and thus Taehyung was giving the details about their whereabouts to you.

You spot Yoongi a second later, striking up a conversation with the DJ of the night, who was doing a lazy job at hyping up the crowd, given the low beat and soft tone of the music he played.

You nonchalantly glide your eyes over the crowd when suddenly Taehyung pauses his ramble causing you to look at him. He donned his boxy grin as his eyes sparkled up with recognition. As you follow his line of sight, you spot your worst nightmare, or maybe your best dream.

Seokjin gracefully strides over to you in his full glory. Wearing a black shirt with a few buttons open at the top, covered by a black blazer, while his shirt was tucked into black slacks which impressively showcased his thighs, he looked like a fucking god. His hair was side parted, one part fell onto his eyes while the other was swept back with the most beautiful mullet. He had let go of a tie and one of his hands was in his pocket while the other held a champagne flute.

Dionysus might have been ashamed of the sight in front of him. Seokjin looked alluring, especially with the alcohol in his hand, he gave a complex to the Greek god himself. His plump, full lips were in a dashing smile as his eyes crinkled at the ends with joy.

As if like a strong gust of wind, all the college days come back to you in a jiffy. You were reminded of the days you both spent sneaking out of your houses to have a walk at the park, the day you both were delighted to know you got in the same college, when you stayed with him at the skating park till nightfall and talked about everything, when you cheered for him from the bleachers during his games, when he comforted you during your first breakup, bringing tubs of your favourite ice cream and watching sappy romance movies with you all night. When you realised you were in love with him, the night of your college fair, everything.

You also remember the days when he tried to talk to you but you merely made an excuse or ran away. You remember how your hangouts and meetings kept on decreasing till they stopped completely. You remember how he still smiled at you whenever you ran into each other and never showcased any annoyance or sourness, you remember it all.

He quickly engulfs Taehyung in a hug as he excitedly shouts his name. You notice how his biceps flex through the blazer as he wraps an arm around Taehyung and quickly pulls your eyes away, gulping down the remainder of your champagne.

You are the next one he will greet, of course. You know he is still a gentleman and that he never stopped considering you as a friend. He lets go of Taehyung and soon speaks.

"Hey man it's been a long time, yeah?"

"Says the man who’s holed up in his office at every opportunity he gets."

"Says the man who works for the CEO but when I ask if he'd like to be CEO, he declines."

"What the fuck does it even mean?"

"CEO you know — C each other."

You could not stop the laughter bubbling in your throat as it came out in a giggle when Taehyung groaned while facepalming himself at Jin's stupid pun.

"Oh my god that was so lame, Jin" he says.

He laughs his legendary laugh as his eyes land on you and not to be dramatic or something, but your breath truly hitches when you see those beautiful orbs stare right into yours. All traces of laughter vanish from his face as a dashing smile takes its place instead.

"Y/N" he breathes out almost in a whisper, while tilting his head a bit so as to truly look at you. He smugly takes your hand in his and leaves a soft kiss on your knuckles as you stare at him in awe, jaw slack due to surprise and a blush creeping up your neck and cheeks at his actions.

"Kim Seokjin at your service, my lady." he says as he bows down gracefully, your hand still in his. You furrow your brows in question at his sudden odd behaviour but still can't stop getting all flustered at it. He notices your state and pulls you in for a hug with the same hand.

The music seemed to have gotten slower and as you crashed against his chest, still in a shock, your senses went into an overdrive. His cologne fills your nose and the hand that finds solace around your waist burns into your skin. Your eyes widen but soon, you relax within his grasp. Trying to calm down your breathing, you cancel out, or try to cancel out your feelings creeping back in your mind. You also try to ignore the erratic beating of his heart, mistaking it as your own.

"Jokes aside, Y/N." he whispers with a laugh and tilts his head down, unconsciously sniffing your hair.

"I've missed you." he mumbles into your hair and you unknowingly wrap your arms around his torso which had been lying limp by your sides.

He missed you.

You realise the meaning of his words, Seokjin has missed you. All this while when you thought that maybe he would have forgotten a girl like you, he says that he never did. But of course again, you guys have always been friends, even though distant after a point. So you try not to overthink his words more and mumble a small 'same' as you detach yourself from him, fighting your heart who wants to stay there forever.

He settles in the space between you and Taehyung and smiles wistfully at the crowd and basically, everything. He looks at you again, with nothing but softness in his eyes.

"It's been so long since we last heard from each other, right?"

"Yeah, it has been."

"I think since graduation?"

Before you can even open your mouth, Taehyung jumps into action.

"What? You both haven't talked since graduation?" his eyes were all owlish and eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"Yes. I tried to find her contacts but was not successful and I asked you once but I guess you forgot? So I didn't pester you more." he says with a light apologetic smile that makes your heart sink.

He had tried to contact you but you hadn't, even though you very much wanted to locate him and run into his arms.

Taehyung reasons his lack of response as his short term memory and thinking he has already replied to the message when in reality, he hasn't and expresses his concerns on technology and it's increasing disadvantages when Seokjin shuts his mouth up and stops the conversation from going further downhill, thanks to him being a Computer Engineer and coming up with advances that made Taehyung go tight lipped at once.

The flow had changed, you were no longer the one they were talking about and you were glad that you were spared from giving a reason for not being communicative with Jin. You try to focus on their conversation but soon zone out when you realise that they are having an argument on who's better, Mario or Luigi.

The moment you are truly pulled back into the conversation is when you felt an arm drape itself around your shoulders and you realised that Jisn was pulling you into him, if only ever so slightly. Your cheeks go pink at his action and you once again hide behind your glass, taking a sip from it casually.

"Taehyung tells me that I am not a crazy Harry Potter fanboy. Y/N, kindly enlighten him." he laughs in his full glory as he brings you a bit forward and looks at Taehyung smugly, as if to tell him he has already lost the debate.

You scoff amusingly at his words and start enthusiastically.

"Oh Tae, you should've seen his bedroom when he was in high school. Completely decorated with Harry Potter posters and a print of the Marauder's Map pinned near his desk. He had almost transformed his bed into the classic four poster gryffindor dorm bed but then thought better."

Taehyung defensively glares at you as Seokjin victoriously smiles at his flustered state.

"But I- umm- I, was right. He is not a fanboy anymore, he is a fanman."

"Oh no." you groan.

"Oh my god that was so lame, Taehyung. Worse than my dad jokes."

"I, for one, second this notion." you say and immediately high five Seokjin as he brings up his hand. He unknowingly flexes his fingers right after he lets go of your touch.

Taehyung whines like a child and stomps his foot.

"Ugh, you guys always gang up against me. I think I'm gonna go find Yoongi." and with that, he leaves the both of you at your own mercy.

Seokjin glances around the whole area and resorts to sipping from his drink as you nervously do the same. You could feel your hands get sweaty and your body on the verge of shivering as you shuddered with the anxiety and awkwardness of being alone with Jin, neither of you speaking a single word. It's as if he sensed your thoughts exactly at that moment and turned to look at you with a lone smile.

"So," he begins,"How have you been?"

"Great, a lil busy but, yeah."

"I sensed you were busy." he chuckles while shaking his head and looking at his feet, your insides aching once more at the sight.

You know why he thinks you were busy. It's because you never sought him out, never tried to find him, never tried to do nothing. Little does he know, it's all you've ever wanted, but the shrivelled up rose in your heart extends its thorns, caging you whole, not allowing you to act on your instincts, but on your overthinking abilities. But now standing face to face, you have to put up a front and answer him.

"Yeah, well. What about you?"

"Same."

And you both fall back into that silence once again. This time though, it's less unnerving, slightly calming, and a lot suspicious. It feels like the calm before a storm. You don't know yet in what way it will greet you, but you can feel it coming in your bones, anxiously twisting your fingers to try and come up with a conversation starter, when Jin eventually breaks the ice, the storm beginning with a heavy downpour.

"To be honest," he says while leaning back against the bar and cocking his head to look at you, still with softness, grace and adoration, no malice.

"I still don't really understand what happened between us."

Your mind shuts down and goes into an overdrive at the same moment. You knew this question was due some time but you had no idea that time would be so soon. Now that the question lingers in the air, you don't know how to reply to him. You can't let your feelings come to the surface so easily and you definitely can't let him know your childish decision, a result of an immature game. The only resort left is nonsensical, but you go for it anyway.

"What?" you laugh inquisitively, feigning confusion. "What are you talking about?" you ask, putting up your best act.

It's like even after all these years, Seokjin can see right through you and your facade. He shakes his head and lets his hands fall down to his side.

"Don't play coy with me now, Y/N. You know what I'm talking about."

Busted.

He looks at you expectantly, as if you were going to give him the whole world, which you wish to, but can't. You can't come up with any reasons for your departure from his life. You know he had tried to get you back, but it was you, it had always been you.

"I think we just weren't that good of friends."

He laughs mirthlessly, still not discarding his softness though.

"We were the best."

You indeed were, but these hands of yours had to let him go free or else you would have fallen in a ditch so deep, the hands you held then would have been of no help. He had left a permanent mark on you, glowing in the dark were his words and your memories with him. You were that good with him.

"I had to watch you leave." he says, pausing your thoughts. "Watch you leave me."

He laughs again, but sadly.

A bubble of anger starts rising in your stomach at his statement. He had to watch you leave but shouldn't he have been happy that you left? You mean, you were always the weird one and he is better off without someone like you.

"You were better without someone like me anyways." you mutter the words under your breath, a little too loud though, scared of what might happen if he hears them but still eager to let him hear them.

"What?"

"Nothing, Jin. Why are we talking about things which happened so long ago?" you laugh it away.

"Because they matter to me." he stands straight now, towering over you handsomely. Exerting a sense of dominance, but softly.

"I don't want to discuss the past right now."

"No. What did you mean by someone like you?"

You groan like a kid.

"Someone like me." you vaguely gesture towards yourself, doing a once over with your hands.

"Huh? Why do you say it as if it's a bad thing to be like you?" he is utterly confused which only confuses you more. Wasn't he the one who had found problems in you? Why is he acting so vague then?

"You tell me."

"Can you stop beating around the bush?" He runs a hand through his hair in utter exasperation and lets it fall limp at his side in a tightly clenched fist.

"Leave it." you say a little too loud so that a few heads turn in your direction.

Seokjin gently takes your wrist in his hand and directs you towards the empty hallway leading towards the exit. He stands in front of you as your back faces the wall, a mere inches away from it, but you stand confidently and he never tries to overpower you.

"I just can't leave it." he gulps and if you didn't know better you'd say he looked nervous.

"Tell me, Y/N. What happened?"

The memory of that day still stings you painfully. It's not in your best interests to recall it, especially in front of the person who stars in it. You close your eyes and laugh mirthlessly. It's an irony that he has to be the one to ask this question and not the other way around. So, you dare to say the truth after all.

"Oh I'm sorry. I meant to say 'someone like her'" you make air quotes around and open your eyes just in time to catch his face, drained of all colour and eyes as wide as possible.

His lower lip quivers and he takes a step back in mock defence, the stance taking you back to the day when he was asked the dreadful question, poised similarly, in shock and ever ready to defence. It's just a second's difference then, that you find his eyes have glossed slightly, and he tries to not catch your eye.

"You- you, I- how do you know that?"

"I was there, Seokjin."

"What?"

You smirk mockingly and look up at him. His eyes are blown out as you stare at him, holding your gaze for a long time before breaking a little.

"Me and Heejin, we were in the gym that day."

You render him speechless, thus continuing with your revelation.

"She wanted to sneak up on Jiyoung, when we - " you gulp and look away from him.

"When we caught up on your little game and it was your turn."

"And you-"

"I did. I heard your answer."

Your heart is already racing at a million miles an hour and the speed threatens to increase itself when you look at him. He is on the verge of tears, truly shaking. Embarrassment flows through him as he refuses to meet your eyes. You feel your heart break and you almost extend your hand to him, to hold him.

"I, I am sorry, Y/N." he finally steadies himself and reciprocates your gaze. "I didn't mean it."

"You mean, you wanted to fuck me?"

"That was a shitty question which I didn't want to answer, but was compelled to."

You notice how he doesn't deny your assumption but you keep it to yourself, after all, it's time you know the truth behind the words he had dared to speak out loud.

"So, you said the truth, right?"

"Why would I think of you with contempt, Y/N?" he fists his hair and pleads to you with his eyes.

"I don't know, you tell me."

He takes a deep breath and sombers up his expression, still showcasing guilt and embarrassment.

"I was a young, immature, frat boy, then. You know how it works. The boys in my team considered themselves to have a certain standard that everyone had to match. I needed them to be in my favour, I was the captain. So I panicked when Woomin asked the question and replied what would have been in their best interests."

"In their best interests? What do you mean?"

You hold your breath for what's to come next as you can visibly see Seokjin tremble in front of you, contemplating giving you the answer or against it.

"Seokjin." you whisper slowly, and nod your head.

He exhales shakily and takes one of your hands in his. He starts speaking while looking down at your hands and rubbing circles on the back of it, soothingly.

"They didn't like you. Always ridiculed me for being friends with you. I ignored them most of the time as my attempts to change their thoughts had failed, miserably. That day," he sniffs and you look up to see a lone tear threatening to fall out of his eyes and mark his sadness, "I tried to dismiss them at first. But when I had no other option left, I had to say what I thought they would agree with."

You unconsciously grip his hand tighter at that and he looks up at you.

"That was the stupidest, shittiest move I had ever made and I still regret it. But you know they say, college is the place where your minds are the most indecisive. Mine was. And I came under the decisions of my peers. I am sorry."

You don't even know how to react to him, or how to conceive his words peacefully. The fog was clearing out each passing second but he still stood amongst its core, trying to shout for you, waving his hands around to lessen the mist. You open your mouth and close it again, wordlessly. Gulping audibly, you still don't retrieve your hand from his.

"You could've said anything else."

"I know." he squeezes your hand.

He doesn't say sorry once again, as he knows it's pointless. He now takes your other hand in his free hand.

"Y/N, please understand. I would never, even in my wildest dreams, have thought those things about you. Never."

You laugh and look at him now shedding tears. He was crying and you had not broken yet. You mindlessly free one of your hands from his grip and bring it up to his cheek, wiping away the stray tear. You realise your action and go to take your hand back when he keeps his palm over yours, holding your hand right there.

You stare at him wide eyed as he softly leans into your touch, relaxing at it. His eyes are pleading with you, asking you to understand him. He was driven by peer pressure. You could see the disgust written all over his teammates face at your mention, then. Of course, you had forgiven him a long time ago, when you were no longer an immature college student. But watching him plead for forgiveness so earnestly stirs your heart.

"Jinnie," his face lights up at the nickname you've called him by since your childhood,"I get it. It was childish of me for running away from you due to this reason, I am sorry. I, I just couldn't face you after knowing you thought of me with such contempt. It was," you look away and stare at the thin glitter lining on his suit, mumbling your next words almost quietly,"heartbreaking."

"Y/N, look at me."

You look at him and your world shifts. He is staring at you with tears, adoration, love and a fading loneliness. Your past swims in them and they crinkle to form his handsome smile when he looks down at you.

"Keep your heart breakable, but never by the same hand twice. I don't want to be the same hand again. I promise, I will never break your heart."

You smile at his words and rub your thumb over his cheek.

"I won't break your heart either, ever."

These words felt so intimate, you didn't know what he was thinking of. Your words were the result of your evergreen love for him, his words, maybe not?

"I tried to get you back, but failed."

Ah, yes. The time you avoided him like the plague.

"I was scared of many things, to be honest. Almost all of them were me and my mind thinking the worst case scenario and dwelling over it. I needed to be away from you. It has helped me, broke me, healed me, but with scars."

His eyebrows form a crease.

"I don't understand."his voice breaks.

"I - " you shake your head and close your mouth. You can't tell him that you love him. If you do so, this time he'll be the one to run away.

He lifts your chin up delicately. He was crying. Not in the way that only some tears marked his beautiful face, but in a way that made it hard for him to breathe. He leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, letting the tears fall down steadily and you immediately intertwine your fingers with his.

"I was a mess when you stopped smiling at me. I was a mess when you stopped talking to me. After college I tried again, but was never able to reach out to you." He laughs,"I guess, I was scared too. Scared of you not acknowledging me once again and me going into the wallowing state. Though, I never left it. Maybe because I know that I still, I," he pauses and gulps audibly.

"I love you, Y/N."

What the actual fuck?

He loves you? The man you have loved your whole life loves you? Your jaw drops to the floor and you search his eyes for some kind of joke but all that stares back at you is love. He closes them and that's when you realise he might be waiting for some kind of reaction from you.

"Wha- you- how…you love me?"

"Always have."

He renders you speechless, all you could do is stare at him wide eyed. His confession stirred your insides to an extent that it was hard for you to stand up straight, or process the happenings around you.

"I loved you but didn't want anyone to know about it, as i was scared. That you'd run away from me, that I'll lose you. Well, for my bad luck, it did happen eventually." he chuckles sadly and continues.

"But I can't afford to lose you again."

Your face lights up with joy and contentment at his words and you finally let out a sigh of relief. Atlast, your question of years has been answered. The fog has cleared and you see yourself standing with him, position same as that of now, except none of you are crying. You know it's finally the time you let out the words you've been meaning to tell him since years.

"I love you too, Jin." you mumble so quietly he might have almost missed it if not for his attentive listening when it comes to you.

"You, you do?" He looks so happy and expectant.

"It was the main reason why I had to go away from you, to get over you."

"Oh my god, we were idiots."

He pulls you flush against his chest and hugs you tightly while kissing the top of your head.

"Not anymore though." you mumble into his chest and you swear you could hear, rather than see his smile. Pulling away from him, for a second only, you wrap your hands around his neck and stand on your tiptoes, your lips hovering over his.

"Kiss me, Y/N. Please."

And you press your lips to his.

He takes no time in kissing you back, moving his lips against yours slowly as you sigh into the kiss. Sparks fly around you and you melt into him immediately. His lips are soft, just as you had dreamt of so many times. And they taste sweet, just like you had expected them to. Your senses go into an overdrive and you start moving your jaw against his with increased vigour. He senses it almost immediately and presses himself to you as your back hits the wall. His tongue glides across your bottom lip and you give him access to your mouth, tasting his mouth for the first time, ferevering the sweet taste and —

"I always knew you both would end up together. Oh my god."

You both break away from the kiss and snap your heads towards the source of the voice at the same time.

Taehyung was standing there with a hand grasped over his heart, to feign adoration and surprise. You can feel a shy smile creeping up on your lips as you look away from him.

"Go away, Tae." Seokjin grumbles at him playfully.

"Oh yeah, sorry. Carry on, lovebirds." he giggles like a schoolgirl and disappears as quickly as he had appeared.

You and Seokjin look at each other for a hot second after his departure before breaking into laughter. You clutch at his biceps and he holds your waist as you both keep on laughing heartily. None of you know why you are laughing. Maybe it was because of the encounter with Taehyung, maybe it was because of the irony at how things had turned out, or maybe it was because you both were finally so happy you couldn't control it.

Happy tears well up in your eyes and your chest and stomach start aching by the intensity of your joy.

"My lungs are aching, oh god. I need to stop laughing." You say, while laughing.

"Well I think then we truly do be-lung with each other."

And, you laugh again. This time it goes on and on while you look at each other, full of love, adoration, respect and promises.

After all, you both had dared to tell the truth and are now revelling in its bliss.

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Dear Namjoon| 23

✧ Pairing: kim namjoon x reader ✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content ✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,slow burn ✧ synopsis; You're sent to live with your father and older brother. only that your older brother is in a band called BTS. you meet jimin's friends and automatically get tangled with one of his band members. you're relationship has to be kept a secret but for how long can you keep it that way?

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Jimin has been avoiding my calls, and only exchanges dull messages. I stopped texting him completely my last message was me telling him that I'm waiting for him to want to talk to me.

Namjoon was also unreachable, it seemed as if everyone was too busy or bothered to even acknowledge me. I were planning to visit this week but no one answered me in time to even plan the visit so it didn't happen. It was scary how the deadline namjoon had set to telling jimin was approaching and you weren't anywhere close to making up with him over this trivial matter.

but this time it wasn't you who postponed telling jimin, but rather namjoon. "it's fine, it's not like I visit very often these days" you nibble on your bottom lip as your boyfriend tells you that jimin still isn't doing great and with the next album approaching it just didn't seem like it was a good idea.

he was frustrated, with work and the backlash of what had happened had not quiet down at all. people are really good at reminding you of your worst moments. but everything he was saying was only adding to your reasons of ending this relationship with him. he was adding to the fire without knowing and the flames were getting to the point to where it will be impossible to tame.

"namjoon, I-"

"Give it to jungkook" namjoon yells to jin from across the hall as he was sneakily talking to you. "sorry babe, we're just so busy...what were you going to say?" you felt bitter.

"nothing, I have to go. let's talk later alright" you try to sound as cheerful as possible but it was in vain, his attention was somewhere else completely he didn't notice you weren't ok, or maybe your expectations are just to high.

"alright"

that's all he said before ending the call.

Namjoon was laying on the floor of the practice room, he could not sleep and decide to just practice since he should do good with any free time he had. he stared at his phone screen, his finger hovering over your photo. glancing at the corner of his screen 3:30am, he lets out a sigh turning off his screen.

You both haven't seen each other for a long time now, and he was feeling like a jerk about it. He kept thinking about how you might've been right about ending it, but he didn't want that. He knew how much this relationship was stressing you and that you thought there were more cons than pros.....but he wanted you.

sitting up he stared at himself in the mirror before looking down at his phone again.

"fuck it" tapping on your photo the phone rings.

and it rings

"hello?" her soft voice making his beating heart calm down as he exhales.

"hey" he says slowly

"are you alright?" he hears shuffling in the other end and knows you were sleeping but his selfishness didn't let him feel bad for waking you up. "sorry I woke you up" he lets out a chuckle.

"no it's alright, I was just surprised you called"

"I know..I haven't been there for you a lot lately"

"it's fine, i understand"

laying back down on the floor he stares at the ceiling, so many thoughts flooded his mind and your silence didn't help him with keeping rational thoughts. he was starting to see what you meant, how this relationship right now could cause so much trouble and he thought he couldn't be as confident as he was before.

"can you just...what have you been up to" his voice shakes, but you were too tired to notice.

shutting his eyes he holds his phone up to his ear and hears you talk about the stuff you've been doing, he wanted you to tell him everything you had not been able to these past weeks but what he really just wanted was to hear your voice.

before he could respond to you he hears the door to the practice room open automattically he sitting up he faces the man who walked in.

"jimin" he says quietly, your voice freezing at his name

"what are you doing here" the younger member says, walking to him.

"practicing"

"i see you on the phone" jimin laughs

"yeah...it's y/n" namjoon says, eyes never leaving jimin. as if to read his reaction but jimin didn't do anything, he put down his bottle and stood in front of the mirror, looking at namjoon's reflection.

"this late?"

"yeah"

jimin stared for a moment then reached for the control on the floor and turned on the music. his body moving to the choreography they learned earlier as he ignores namjoon's stares. "are you planning to never make up with her" namjoon speaks up.

"that's none of your business" jimin continues to dance, jumping he lands on his left foot as he leans forward.

everyone was silent, he tried to concentrate on the phone against his ear as he tried to hear you but noticed that you weren't saying anything either.

"I'll just hang up now...it's late so" you're voice was small, his eyes never leaving jimin as he thought how much of a jerk he was for how he was treating you.

"alright, i'll call you later" he says into the phone before hanging up.

placing his phone in the bag that laid near him, he gets up and joins in on the choreography. it didn't last long before jimin who had the control in his pocket suddenly turns off the music.

"since when are you close with my sister?"

wiping his front, his eye brows creased at the hostility in his voice, "we became friends ever since you introduced her to us" trying to avoid eye contact he walk over to the bench that had a 24 of water bottles.

"yeah? just friends huh" he scoffs

"yeah, just friends"

"close enough to be calling this late?"

"she had called me yesterday and I didn't see until now, you know how busy I am after what happened"

"for what"

"to ask how her brother was doing" sitting on the bench he clenches the bottle in his hand as he talks to jimin, the real answer as to why he called you was at the tip of his tongue but he couldn't say it. the way jimin was treating you made him want to just tell him that you guys were dating.

"it's not her fault you know, and i'm not saying it's yours either but still. the way you're treating her isn't right" gathering his things, namjoon pats his shoulder as he makes his way out the practice room.

"I didn't get to talk to her like i wanted" he mumbles.

he was pacing in the dorm, his thumb nail between his teeth as he stared at the screen "jimin?" jungkook calls out his name

"whats wrong?"

"my sister" is all his says but those two words still made jungkook feel his heart beat race "what about her?"

"I've been acting like a dick and now I wanna call her but I don't even know what to say to her" he put his phone on the counter and takes a seat. jungkook stares at him before glancing at his phone "just call her, thats it"

"since when is namjoon close with her?" jimin looks at jungkook, after yesterday the whole conversation replayed in his head. "did you guys also get close?"

jungkook swallows before chuckling "your sister is a really friendly person. it's not like she isn't unlikeable"

"yeah but...i don't know..forget it" he laughs making jungkook feel even more uneasy.

a little over a month passed and the announcement was released for the next album. Namjoon and you talked more, since jimin had seen namjoon that night talk to you and he didn't say anything in the matter the two of you thought it would be fine.

but you wouldn't say that everything was better, jimin still had not contacted you and well the secret was still there. Namjoon said that it'll be better to not say anything until we talked again but i'm not sure I want that.

how can I tell him right after we make up, he'd stop talking to me all over again.

but it didn't matter how much time I thought I had, I should've known with this luck of mine that nothing would've gone my way.

entering the building you looked around trying to find someone you recognized but there was only one person in the lobby.

bitting your lip you take a deep breath as you head for the elevators... it was his birthday, of course he wouldn't kick you out...would he? walking down the hall as you exited the elevator you stood in front of the familiar door.

your hand hovered over the door bell as you hesitated to press and confront your brother.

"what are you doing" startled by the voice behind you, you turn quickly looking at a more mature jungkook. holding your breath you bit on your lip "i'm here to see my brother"

"then why not enter" his brow raises in question, stepping forward he leaves no space between the two of you as reaches next to you sliding up the cover to enter the code. you could smell his cologne from how close he was standing "he's in his room, exhausted from practice" he pulls the door open "even if he is your older brother, lecture him will you? he doesn't take care of himself as he should and if someone points it out he" frustrated just thinking about jimin's recent behavior he stares down at you "why aren't you entering"

"you're in my way" breaking eye contact he steps back and you enter the apartment "right" jungkook mutters behind you as he enters after you.

"he stares at his phone a lot, debating if to call you or not. honestly I didn't think he could drag it out this long but then again the work he does doesn't give him the luxury to sit around and call people" setting down the bags on the counter he turns to look at you with arms crossed against his chest "you could've also called instead of following his stupid childish tantrums...you both really are siblings" he rolls his eyes.

"all you ever do is blame me for everything, brat"

"yeah well" shrugging he begins to unpack the bags. you glare at his back for a second before walking down the hall towards his room. turning back you call out to him "hey, who else is here"

"if you're asking for..him. he's not here, he's at the studio recording" you give him a small nod, turning the door knob, the dark room gets a bit of light from the hall.

closing the door you sneak up next to the bed, hearing his small snores you couldn't help but smile. the little light that manage to enter the room from the curtains let you see his face that just like jungkook's had changed significantly.

so much was running through your head, how'd you try to make up with him. tell him about namjoon, and hope he doesn't kick you out in the spot or fight namjoon. but seeing him sleeping made you also realize how petty he had been towards you. who cares if what jungkook said was true, he was still being a dick towards you.

so you did, the only thing you could've done as his sister.

pulling on the sheet slowly, you climb onto the bed. grabbing a good grip on him you push him with all your force off the bed his body slamming to the ground made him yell.

"what the fuck" jimin curses, groaning as he held his head.

sitting up he pulls at the curtain, the window not so far from his bed he lets light come in. "sleeping in this late? you're lazy" jimin who had been rubbing his eyes stops, and stares at you. "oh it's you" he mumbles as he lifts himself off the ground to sit on the bed next to you. "I'm not lazy, i've just been working hard"

"i've heard" you roll your eyes as he tries to lay back down, pushing you as he gets comfortable. not wanting him to ignore you or feel awkward because of the distance that was obvious between the both of you.

sighing you pull the covers up and lay next to him, the two of you are silent as you both stare at the ceiling. usually he would apologize first when ever there was a fight but he was silent and you thought he had fallen asleep.

turning to face him he slightly looks your way before clearing his throat "what"

"are those wrinkles" you jokingly touch the corner of his eye, swatting your hand away

"stop" he scowls

"you have to stop stressing brother, it's starting to show. mom has a good anti-aging cream maybe if I ask her she'll send a ba-" sitting up he chuckles "you really are so annoying you know that" you smile at him and shrug your shoulders as if you did not care.

"i'm sorry" you both say in unison

"no, you shouldn't need to apologize. it was me who took my anger out on you" scratching his head he sighed "you were just there and I blew. I didn't know how to..."

"I understand, I was being rather annoying too wasn't I" shaking his head, you both smiled at each other awkwardly.

"I should thank namjoon"

"namjoon? why?"

"just for checking on you and well reminding me- doesn't matter...but you both are just friends right?"

he shuts his eyes, leaning against the head board as he yawns clearly still tired. opening his eyes he looks at you and raised a brow.

"jimin-"

"yeah just friends" you felt your body jolt at the voice that came from behind you. turning around you see your boyfriend leaning against the door frame "as much as I'm happy you both finally reconciled the food is here and we're all hungry" walking into the room he stops beside the bed "and you know that if you're not fast enough there won't be any more food" placing his hand on your shoulder he smiles "how have you been?"

you chuckle at his acting and stand up to hug him "good, and you" jimin who didn't give the action much thought makes his way to the door "well lets go then" you watch as jimin walks out the room with the two of you close behind him. you kept giving namjoon glances, inside you were screaming so happy to finally see him.

leaning down he whispers into your ear discretely "i've missed you"

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kingofbodyrolls · 11 months

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BTS fic recs: October 2023

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

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post to let them know that they're appreciated 💜 And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

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

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

Namjoon

⭐Drunk in Love by @joon4eva // knj x f.reader // bf2l // 🥰

📝 You and whiskey are never a good combination. or: you've been in love with your best friend for years and you might tell him about it while drunk.

🗨️ Just really cute and fluffy 🥰 🥺💖

Seokjin

⭐Sleepover by @peachypinkygloss // ksj x f.reader x pjm // bestfriends!au, threesome // 🥵

📝 You spend a night with your two best friends at their dorm room. You should have known that they wanted to do more than just watching movies.

🗨️ Omg this was so good, the smut 😘🥵

Yoongi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🗨️ Holy fucking shit, I know I’m late to the party (I see it’s still going too! 🎉), but goddamn that was one of the best fanfictions I’ve ever read 💖😭 I am deeply in love with 3tan – I read all that was available in a few days and nights, because I was so freaking hooked (and still am! No, I’m not dreaming about 3tan Yoongi 😇). Damn. I have been missing out, alright! Shit, the writing; excellent, characters; excellent, world building/story progression; excellent - like perfection 👏🏾 💎 💯 If you have not read it yet, do so now, like right now! I still can’t stop thinking about this and I’m already thinking about rereading it because it’s just that good. It’s definitely in my top 10 or even in my top 5 of my favorites! 🥇✨

Hoseok

⭐Helping Hands by @m-yg93 // jhs x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 Between your boyfriend getting into bed with another girl and finals taking all your time a cold rift has emerged between the usually warm movie nights with your best friend. Thankfully exams are over and Hoseok is back on your couch where he belongs. When some shit talking gets a little too close to home and Hoseok finds out you’ve never even had an orgasm he decides to take things into his own hands, and yours.

🗨️ This was so hot, like what 😳🥵 also a bit funny, but mostly smutty 🤭

Jimin

⭐Desperate by @ressjeon // pjm x f.reader // model!Jimin, pa!reader // 🥵

📝 Being Jimin's assistant made you immune from his flirty tactics, but somehow you find it hard to resist him when he unusually becomes desperate.

🗨️ Omg this was so hot, I don’t have much to say about it, expect that 😳🥵

⭐Only You by @jiminniethemarshmallow // pjm x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 After another woman kisses Jimin, he tries to convince you that he’s faithful with make-up sex.

🗨️ This was both hot and sweet! I really like how Jimin was doing his best to reassure OC, even though he did nothing wrong 🥹🥰

⭐Flirt 💯 by @chateautae // pjm x f.reader // college!au, sexual tension, pwp // 🥵

📝 Park jimin is a notorious flirt, but so are you. when you both meet at a party after weeks of back and forth, it’s a matter of time before somebody gives in.

🗨️ Okay, this is insanely hot - the smut 🤌🏾😘 a really fucking great pwp with a good amount of sexual tension and dirty talk 💜💯

⭐Vanilla 💯 by @aexthetic-suga // pjm x f.reader // pwp, dominate!Jimin, idol!au // 🥵

📝 Jimin is a busy guy. The idol life is not an easy one. With you missing him for three months due to his schedule, all you wanted was to spend his first night back with him. When that doesn’t go to plan, you end up spewing shit about your sex life with Jimin – or better yet, your lack of one.

🗨️ Excuse me, Park Jimin 🥵😳 this was incredible hot! And that gif! 🥵 A really great pwp 💯🌸

Taehyung

⭐One of the Boys 💯 by @littlemisskookie // kth x f.reader // childhoodfriends!au, slice of life, bestfriends!au, neighbors!au, high school!au // 🌩️🥵🥰

📝 All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?

🗨️ Woaw! This was so incredibly good, it’s almost hard to describe, but I’ll try: it does a brilliant job at setting the story up, following oc and Taehyung since childhood, and how their friendship develops over time (and their feelings). It’s really cute and funny and with great smut at the end. Overall a brilliantly good read 💯

⭐Baby, Oh Baby 💯 by @jungkookiebus // kth x f.reader // established relationship, noneidol!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Taehyung and you have been trying for months to get pregnant; you’ve tried crazy diets, stuck to your calendar, got him to diet, but it’s all been for nothing. No matter how healthy your doctor says you are, you can’t conceive. Taehyung tries everything within his power to show you that everything is going to be okay and for one night he makes you forget all about the calendars, schedules, and all the crazy things that came with you trying to have a baby.

🗨️ This was just really cute and loving 🥹The smut was also just ❤️‍🔥💯

⭐Baby Maker by @kookslastbutton // kth x f.reader // marriage!au // 🥵🥰

📝 You're pissed at your husband for being late to your weekly baby-making sessions.

🗨️ Aish, the smut in this 🔥Also all the dirty talk really had me going 🥵

⭐Til Death Do Us Part by @kookslastbutton // kth x f.reader // marriage!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 Thinking it be a romantic gesture, Taehyung tosses your GPS out the car window while honeymooning in Italy. Too bad it gets you both stranded in the middle of nowhere though. What the hell are you gonna do now?

🗨️ This was just so funny to me 😂 Like Tae really threw the GPS out and was like ‘fuck it’! Pleasant and blushing read 🤭

Jungkook

⭐When the End Comes [series; completed] 💯 by @oddinary4bts // jjk x f.reader // breakup!au, slice of life!au, photographer!Jungkook x lawyer!reader // 🌩️🌩️🌩️🥵

📝 Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook?

🗨️ This is a sequel to ‘The Forgotten Spaces’, which was just *chef’s kiss* 😘 The series is completed now – and afsfdfdsfg it was just so damn beautiful and the ending!!! It was definitely worth all my tears 🥹💜

⭐Love à Trois [series; ongoing] by @letjungcoook7 // jjk x f.reader x pjm // slice of life, f2l+s2l, roommates!au, college!au, love triangle // 🥵🌩️

📝 You and Jimin secretly have feelings for each other, you both realize your dream of studying at the same college and sharing an apartment, but when financial issues start to arise, you have to seek a third roommate. and guess who fate sends your way? Jungkook, the same guy who took your virginity back in high school.

🗨️ This is really good! There’s two chapters up already (I still need to read ch 2) and the first was so good. It’s so interesting to see the love triangle unfold. Really enjoyed this 🌸

⭐Burnout (1)(2)(3) [series; ongoing] by @aikastales // jjk x f.reader // college!au, fake dating!au // 🌩️🌩️🌩️😈

📝 After his ex-girlfriend broke up with him, jungkook enlists your help by asking and paying you to fake date him. accepting the offer, you get more than what you bargained for when jungkook starts showing his true intentions.

🗨️ This series was my first time reading yandere – and I am hooked, it’s so intriguing and disturbing at the same time, I really can’t wait to see how this story unfolds. It’s really, really good 👏

⭐Fragment of the Past (1)(2) [series; ongoing] by @ctrlsht // jjk x f.reader // patient!jk x psychiatrist!reader // 🌩️😈👻

📝 You are a well-known and respected psychiatrist and author. You start treating Jungkook, who suffers from PTSD after surviving an extremely traumatic incident. As you help him confront his traumatic past, he begins to act strangely, and you start uncovering something about him that will change everything.

🗨️ Another first for me, with the thriller vibes and damn it delivers on that! It’s really, really good 👏 Pacing is really good and how we see more and more of Jungkook’s disturbing traits is just brilliant ✨

⭐Mentally Physically Weak by @arainbowofchaos // jjk x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵

📝 Jungkook is waiting for you outside your workplace, a cigarette in his mouth, and you can hardly believe your luck. Above all, you're acutely aware of how weak you are for him, and you want to savor this moment as if it were the last.

🗨️ Almost equally smutty as it is sweet 🥺🥰 a really good read, and I really loved how JK was portrayed and how sweet he was with the OC 💖

Wow, October went really fast! I have now moved and I’ve gotten more time to both read and write again. And now it’s already November (also my birth month 🥳 and I might or might not have a surprise for you on my birthday!).

Borahae 💜

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bangtangalicious · 1 year

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nexus (m) part 4

pairing: ot7 x f-reader | smut: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader

premise: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest

summary: the murder of your best friend prompts you to team up with a vengeful detective to navigate a web of lies, betrayals and love. trust no one. people are never who they seem, and the most horrid one of all might just be the one you love most

characters: detective!jungkook, ex/bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model!hoseok, therapist!jimin

genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime/mafia!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au

wordcount: 8.8k

warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes, proceed with caution. public sex, dirty dancing hehe, breast play, degradation kink, some hand stuff, fingering, dubious consent, somnophilia, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, obsessive, possessive, manipulative behavior & themes, allusions to gambling addiction, implied stalking behavior, mentions of psychiatric facilities, implied sexual trauma, depiction of unethical therapy, physical violence (jk beats jimin up woo), slight slut shaming, gaslighting, alcohol use, partying, themes of social class resentment, but! also! love confessions! kissing! and! reunions! but lots of angst

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“Taehyung” The name left your lips in a shudder. Shut eyes quivering, entrapping you in your nightmare.

Miles away, Taehyung stared out the window. The rolling hills hinting at a familiarity. His head ached, he felt nauseous as the vibrations of Jungkook’s car hit his core. He didn’t want to see you—not that anyone would understand. He remembered you vividly—remembered his own infatuation with you. You were a shining idol in his eyes. Someone who he looked at in awe, like he did his eldest brother.

Years locked away can change one’s perception.

Years left alone can brew resentment.

You never came for him. He was certain you didn’t even try.

A grin tugged at his lips.

The name uttered from your lips had Jimin’s eyes shooting open. Woken up from a dream—the dream where you and him were forever, and he wasn’t pretending. A world where you loved him—Park Jimin.

Your body lay curled into itself. He couldn’t help but touch you—fingers drawn to the curve of your back. Trailing down softly. You were a troubled sleeper. He could see it in the way you flinched at his actions.

Pulling you into his warmth, he kissed the nape of your neck with a loving tenderness, ghosting up to your ear where he whispered your name sweetly.

Your name. The first words Seokjin ever said to him. He was the most complex patient he’d ever faced. One that brought meaning to his monotonous existence.

Jimin had been bored. Bored with his brilliant mind that allowed him to become a young doctor. Bored with his high profile patients who were all simply rotten with their first-world problems. He was losing his mind. Day in and day out—stuck within the four walls of his office. One brat in, another out.

Kim Seokjin was a special case. He had asked him simply—what’s on your mind?

You. You were on Jin’s mind.

It was tough to say if you had a leash on him, or he you. As Jin would ramble on about how he couldn’t rationalize his feelings for you, Jimin would bite back his smile, scribbling the word obsessed onto his notebook.

The irony.

It started as curiosity. Jimin had a reputation for being successful with all his patients, but it often required a hands on approach. In the corner of the casino, Jimin would observe you like an animal in the wild—you in your element. Throwing yourself at Jin’s elitist friends, while swindling them out of millions.

He watched you. Learned you. Studied you until he swore he could write a thesis.

And here you were.

Engaged. To be married. To be one.

Sighing deeply, he let his hand trail between your legs. Fingers prodding at your folds, smiling lazily at the way you’d twitch and shudder. Simply unphased. Deep in your sleep.

He let your wetness coat the sensitive pads of his fingers. Nose pressed against your neck, he inhaled, reveling in your scent as his fingers pushed in and out of your cunt.

The intrusion into your tight walls was slick. Yet you accepted him so well he simply had to add another. He still couldn’t believe he got to have you—got to cum inside you. Something he knew for a fact Jin never had the pleasure of doing.

Jin was an enigma and you were his doll. His plaything where he could easily manipulate your surroundings and puppet you without you realizing it. A fascinating man. Attached to you like a baby to a binkie. As if knowing you since birth gave him some right over your life.

Jin had cameras set up in your house, which he revealed in a delusional confession about how he was upset his younger brother had taken your virginity. Of course, Jimin already knew this. He hacked into them to watch you as well.

Jimin chuckled to himself. You were so naïve. Clueless. Didn’t know how badly you needed Jimin to save you. Jin was far more dangerous than Jimin could ever be.

Jimin was simply there to fill the hole in your heart. Ease the tension between your legs where he let his flushed tip prod. Cock heated with need, heavy with desire. He cursed, sliding his shaft through your folds slowly. Your body responding through subtle twitches. Cunt seeping at his touch.

His cock sunk inside you with ease, feeling you clench down violently at the intrusion. Your body shifting, coming alive, regaining consciousness, because here he was to save you from yourself. You knew not what forces bound you. Kept you from freedom. Jimin was here now. He would take care of everything, lest you worry your pretty little head.

He’d keep you safe. Away from the Kim brothers, away from the judgements of society. He would purify you. Wash out your sins with his cum, fuck you until you only knew pleasure in his name.

“Taehyung” Your lips parted, forehead furrowing as you realized your reality. He shushed you—you wouldn’t want to make him angry with that name, would you? Maybe one day he would tell you to call him Jimin. Under the guise of roleplay, or perhaps, if you had no escape.

“Good morning, princess” He could feel you shudder. He was so deep in your trenches you couldn’t move. Couldn’t run from him—his hands slipping over your breasts. Pinching at your nipples. He cooed at the warmth spreading to your cheeks. The way your eyes fluttered, euphoric in feeling. Wedging himself even further inside of you with a sharp thrust.

You yelped, a soft, gorgeous sound which he elicited with every move. Tight, rough—as he hooked your leg over his arm. The other wrapping generously around your neck. Your back arched against him, his teeth shadowing over your ear. Splashing into your waters, he rammed into you like a fever. Balls slapping against your ass, smacks echoing through the serene room. Tangled with the early morning sunrise.

He could easily lose himself in your sensation. How Jin time and time again passed up the chance, he knew not. The man had self-restraint, if nothing else. Your pussy squeezed the life out of him, making him want to give you everything he had and more. For what purpose was anything else? This is all he ever wanted—all he ever needed. Fucking into you just like this. He’d make you fall so in love you’d never want to leave. Exist pliant with his cock stuffing you as he pleased. His own princess. His virtue and his demise.

“Taehyung” Your voice muffled by lack of air. His hand so tight around your throat, constricting more when you uttered that damned name. “C-can’t breathe” You slapped his hand, as though signaling him to release you. Jimin chuckled, as if you had any say in this.

You were a puppet even before he came into your life. A puppet before he knew of your existence. Why should you ever be anything else? You didn’t know any better. Nevertheless he let you breathe, let you gasp for air because he wanted you to remember that he allowed it. He listened and he cared. Shoving you onto your stomach, he battered himself back onto you, ass cushioning his pistoning hips. You were a means to his end. He wanted to die buried inside you like this, so close to his edge his vision was red hot. The unsatisfying and addictive heat sprawling over his bare chest.

Teeth digging into his own lip, the best and worst sensation combined. He didn’t want the pleasure to stop, the tight, unwavering grip of your cunt as his cock hit you straight in your core. Over and over again, fusing your bodies together. Holding down your shoulders, keeping you in place as he pounded into you with fury.

He swore he’d never been so high in his life—no ecstasy could quite compare. The bed creaking underneath. The only sounds of your bodies clashing, your lips gasping and him—groaning deep as his cock twitched inside you. Swelling before everything snapped at once. Dozed over, cum spilling hot inside of you. He collapsed onto your back, spent for all his worth. Keeping himself nested in you even while he kissed your cheeks.

You slipped away from him, limp cock falling out as you reached for a robe. He admired the brief glimpse of his cum, sticky between your thighs.

“You awoke a beast in me” Jimin chuckled shyly, resuming his act as the whipped Kim Taehyung. “Couldn’t even help myself”

Jungkook gripped the wheel of his car with a ferocity that had his knuckles turning white. The tension in the car thick. In the rearview mirror he could see him. Kim Taehyung. The root cause of all the shit he’d ever faced. The rat that sold out his father and got him killed.

He could never forget. Never forget the eyes that watched in horror as his father was shot by an animal. Jungkook so badly wanted to blame him. To let out his anger and get his revenge on this bastard—but he couldn’t.

For your sake.

You were the centerpiece now. Caught in a web of whose design—Jungkook was still trying to figure out. Internally he battled his opportunity to avenge his father, with his duty to you as a Detective. You fucking little brat who he loathed and yet had an inexiplicable desire to shield you from all harm.

His foot lowered on the gas. Who knows what you were doing with this Park Jimin creep. Miles whizzed past as he sped up. What if you were hurt—what if he—

The Kim mansion was in sight. Jungkook parked the car, turning to face Taehyung with skepticism in his eyes. The boy had barely uttered a word in the car.

“Jimin could be armed and dangerous” Jungkook swallowed thickly, “I’ll go in first just to make sure, and I will bring Y/n to you. You guys wait here”

Taehyung looked down at his hands. He was playing with something in his palms. Finally looking up, Jungkook was taken aback.

The look in his eyes was dark. Almost terrifying.

He said nothing. After getting an uncertain nod from Yoongi, Jungkook stepped out. Making his way to the side entrance, hand glazed over the gun sheathed by his side. With a light nudge, the door opened—he stepped inside, muddy shoes staining the crystal clean marbled floor.

Silently, he slipped through the halls of the maze-like home. He could hear something—following the echoes into the kitchen. You were there. Alone. Bent over the sink while the microwave hummed behind you.

You were choking out. Gagging as if you would throw up. Only a flimsy silk robe holding you together.

Jungkook’s gut twisted.

You didn’t.

He couldn’t afford to scare you in the state you were in. If you screamed, Jimin would know he was here. Quietly, he treaded towards you, nearing until he was close enough to lick the sweat beading on the hollow of your neck.

In a swift movement, his fingers covered your mouth. You jumped in shock, eyes wide. “It’s me” Jungkook assured you as you writhed in his hold. He repeated himself until it sunk in, whispering “It’s just me. Don’t scream”

Backing away from him, you wiped your mouth on your sleeve.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered angrily.

Jungkook’s eyes dropped to the cleavage of your robe, splitting open more than you likely meant it to. The round edges of your breast vulnerable to his sight. Flustered, you tightened it around your body, ignoring the dark flash in his eyes.

Jungkook’s eyes still steady on your chest before snapping back to reality. He looked at you, serious, “Are you alright?” He glanced towards the sink which was empty. “Sick?”

You shrugged, brushing off his concern. “Why the fuck are you here, Jungkook?”

“Did you fuck him?” You made a face. Sighing, Jungkook explained. “He’s not Kim Taehyung. He’s an imposter”

“Oh I know”

Jungkook’s lips pursed. “You know?”

Chuckling lightly, your head turned as the microwave began to beep. Grabbing what seemed to be a muffin, you casually took a bite. Jungkook squinted as your teeth sunk into the pastry, crumbs dotting the edge of your lips.

“Sure. Taehyung had a mole, it wasn’t there. This guy has the tattoo—Taehyung wasn’t there when they got it. And he won’t answer any questions about where he’s been.” You spoke while chewing, “You know but the way I knew for sure was when he began fucking me while I was asleep”

Jungkook’s jaw tensed.

“What?” He searched your eyes. Is that why you were—he looked again towards the sink.

“Yeah” Your voice was curt. He seriously questioned if you were hurting more than you let on “Maybe you and I should try it sometime. Kinda hot”

Jungkook huffed, “That’s not—”

“What?” You grinned at him, batting your eyelashes. Moving in closer as your finger hooked into the collar of his shirt, tugging playfully “You don’t wanna? Me lying all helpless while you ram your big fucking cock in,”

“Y/n” Jungkook’s voice raised sternly as he pushed your hand away.

“That’s what all you guys want anyway, to bend me over like a little brainless cocksleeve” You tossed the half of your muffin into the trash with a tantrum-like attitude.

“Tell me where he is” Jungkook heard you, took note of the subtle bitterness in your tone and to talk to you about it later, but focused on the task at hand. “He might be Jin’s killer”

You nodded, gulping down your bite. “He’s upstairs, follow me”

You led Jungkook through the halls, up the grand winding staircase of the foyer. A large, glimmering chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling. So much excess wherever Jungkook looked.

This was normal for you—this was your status quo. Your silk robes and ignorance. You slept with a man who could have killed your best friend—knowingly. Jungkook tried his hardest yet he swore he couldn’t understand a thing about you.

And he’d never care to admit just how much of his headspace you consumed.

If Jimin had hurt you.

If he had taken advantage of you in someway.

Jungkook’s fists tightened.

Opening the double doors to what he could only assume to be your bedroom, Jimin sat on the bed, waiting expectantly.

“Park Jimin, you’re under arrest under suspicion for the murder of Kim Seokjin” Jungkook slid past you quickly before Jimin could try to escape. He didn’t move, allowing Jungkook to handcuff him without resistance. He simply stared at you, amusement in his eyes.

“Murder?” Jimin tilted his head, grinning “I didn’t murder him baby”

“Why would I believe a fucking word you say?” You spat at him. Jungkook watched as your eyes flashed with rage. “You lied to me. You pretended to be my Taehyung”

“You’re gonna regret this” His smile didn’t waver. “You’re gonna wish you played along like the good little doll you are. What, you think this is good for you? Oh baby, you just wait. Put me behind bars and you see what hell is going to come knocking at your door. Who’s going to look out for you hm? This fucker?” He nodded in Jungkook’s direction.

Jungkook ignored him, calling on his radio for backup. Pulling Jimin to stand, he dragged him out the door. Jimin dug his heels in, slowing him down.

He laughed, a dark sinister cackle. “I’m the only one who cares about you Y/n. You think Jeon Jungkook is going to help you—please,” Jungkook shot him a glare, “You don’t know what I know”

“That’s enough” Jungkook roughly pushed him forward. Suddenly he heard something shatter.

You had thrown a vase in Jimin’s direction.

“You crazy prick” Your teeth were gritting. As though this were your last straw, letting down the series of dominos do drive you over the edge. “I’m not a doll—I don’t need anyone, least of all a fucking psycho like you!”

“You love it baby” Jimin taunted, “You think Jin is any better? He allowed it, princess. This was all his doing. I was perfectly content watching the footage he’d send me of the cameras he set up in your room—”

You lunged towards him, but Jungkook stepped in your path. Hands gripping your waist, holding you back. Touch gentle, but firm.

“Y/n” Jungkook whispered, “Easy”

“Let me fucking at him. I’ll show him”

“I know” Jungkook stood, pushing back as you tried to resist him, “Let me take him in okay. He’s gonna get what he deserves. Go grab something to wear” Jungkook urged, “Meet me downstairs, yeah?”

You frowned slightly, before ultimately agreeing. Jungkook exhaled, turning back to a thoroughly entertained Jimin. He swung a punch straight into his gut, causing Jimin to buckle over. Immediately then grabbing his neck, choking him as he lifted him onto his toes.

“That’s for Y/n” Jungkook hissed, “Psycho” Jimin squirmed in his hold, but Jungkook simply tightened his fingers. Jimin’s smile grew.

“As if you wouldn’t have done the same, Detective. Like father like son”

Jungkook tossed him across the room. Crashing into the wall, Jimin let out a pained grunt. The officers had arrived. He left Jimin on the floor, knowing he’d have nowhere to run.

Downstairs you waited, a baggy shirt and sweats which likely belonged to one of the brothers. Jungkook was reminded suddenly of who was waiting in his car. Police officers rushed passed him, grabbing Jimin and escorting him out. Jungkook took you and followed, watching as they drove off with him, twisted smile steady throughout it all.

“You good?” Jungkook asked again, voice barely above a whisper. His fingers brushing against your palm as if to nudge you. The sirens screamed loud in the distance. From the corner of his eye, he could see you take a deep breath.

He hated that he noticed. The way you fought to stay afloat through it all. He much preferred his own cowardly ignorance, where you were not someone he’d destroy in his quest, but rather righteous, deserving collateral.

Reality kicked in. Taehyung was waiting to see you in the car. He wondered if maybe throwing that on you now in the state you were would be unwise.

Maybe he just didn’t want you to meet Taehyung. He wanted to talk to you. Ask about what you said before, make sure you were really alright.

Unfortunately for him, the choice was robbed.

“Namjoon?”

The look in your eyes made Namjoon’s heart crumble. You looked so hurt. So betrayed.

Namjoon looked between you at the man by your side—vaguely familiar. He glanced as his badge to see Detective Jeon roughly inscribed.

“Bold of you to show up here” The detective muttered; arms crossed over his chest.

“Hobi said you called so I came”

It was a poor excuse. Just like when his mother died, again he had ignored your needs. Disappearing wordlessly, abandoning you when you needed him most. Left you to face your grief, the pain from Jin’s death which was no doubt hitting you the hardest of all.

How could he ever explain himself? Justify himself or earn back your trust? He was never blind to your affection, but simply possessed by a battle more prominent at the time. A battle with his brother which in hindsight felt pointless. The demands of the company consumed his every waking moment.

You said nothing. Simply stared at him in shock. He longed to reach out, to hold you, and offer a shoulder to lean on. Doubt held him back.

“Are you okay? The cops outside told me what happened. About the imposter.”

Still nothing.

“I can’t believe I didn’t know, I hadn’t seen him since—”

“You killed Jin”

Your voice boomed. Echoed through the grand walls of the foyer. Seething with anger, your jaw clenched. Tears brimming at the edges of your red eyes.

The words stung. Stung because he couldn’t say you were wrong. Because you could be saying fact—and Namjoon didn’t know if he killed his brother or not.

“Y/n please”

He didn’t want to lie to you—perhaps it wasn’t lying until the trust was discovered.

“You killed him and I loved him”

Perhaps those words stung even more.

Namjoon reached for your hands. “I need you to know that I never wanted you to marry Taehyung. I never wanted to force you to do anything. You deserve to live your own life”

He fell to his knees, keeping your palms in his. Not knowing how else to beg for your forgiveness.

“I got so drunk the night he was killed. The night before your engagement because—fuck Y/n, I didn’t want to do this to you. I didn’t know how bad things were, I was so blind—I wish I could go back. Fight for you”

“Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t kill him Namjoon”

Namjoon swallowed tickly, diverting his eyes.

“Tell me the fucking truth”

He kissed your hand softly. He didn’t want to hurt you any more than he already had. But perhaps it was that mentality alone that was his biggest betrayal. His family’s biggest betrayal to you—lying. Lying under the guise of your protection when all it did was dig you a deeper grave.

“I-I don’t know” He confessed, giving in. This was how it had to be. This was the only way he could even hope to repair his relationship with you. Glancing briefly at the detective, he continued “Maybe”

He stood up, “Can we go somewhere quiet and talk, please?”

“Actually um—” Jungkook interrupted, only for Namjoon to shoot him a glare.

“Don’t you have a fucking criminal to interrogate? We’re obviously pressing charges. Go to your job—I don’t pay so much fucking tax so you can harass me and my—”

He bit his tongue.

“Fine” You broke the pause. “Let’s go talk.” Turning to the detective, you gave him a reassuring nod.

“Well can you please come to the station after?”

“She’ll come when she’s ready” Namjoon snapped. The detective rolled his eyes.

Namjoon took your hand in his again, leading you upstairs. Into your room. Noticing the messy sheets. The remnants of your clothes thrown around the room. His jaw hardened.

“You slept with him” Namjoon rationalized. “The imposter”

“Yeah, and?” Huffing, you leaned against the window. “I already feel shitty enough about it so don’t you run your mouth at me”

“No I—” He moved closer to you, searching your face. Your eyes mixed with vulnerability and resilience. You were tough, he knew that. He saw that so clearly even through the years he dismissed you. “Come here”

He pulled you into his chest, hand cradling the back of your head. He hugged you—he couldn’t remember the last time he had. Probably over a decade ago. He didn’t deserve to hold you, he knew it deep down. But whatever little he could offer you now, he would do it. He would do anything for you.

“I’m so sorry” He mumbled into the top of your head. “I won’t abandon you again, I promise”

He could feel your shoulders relax, your arms wrapping around his torso.

“This is your fault” You sobbed, “Everything is your fault Joonie”

“I know” He kissed your forehead, gazing into your teary eyes. His palm cupping your face, thumb wiping away your tears. His heart twisting in his chest.

Seconds passed so incredibly slow, yet too fast for him to think.

“I love you” His eyes widened as the words left his mouth. You blinked at him in confusion.

“W-what?”

“I know you hate me, and you have every right to. But I—I love you Y/n. I always have. Jin looming over my shoulder all my life just made me not realize it”

“Are you fucking kidding me Joonie? I always wanted you” You stared at him in disbelief. “You—you used me. I still have trouble opening my heart to anyone because of what you did to me—and now you’re saying you love me??”

“I know. Okay. I know what I did and I regret it every single day. I just hated Jin so much. More than I loved you, and now that Jin’s gone I can finally let myself feel it”

“You’re the fucking reason that I was engaged to Taehyung! I had a choice—I chose you”

Namjoon blinked. “Huh?”

“Yeah and you asked me if I loved Jin and I said I didn’t, so you told your mother to set me up with Taehyung”

“That’s not what happened”

“The fuck you mean it’s not what happened Joon? I clearly remember—”

“Y/n” Namjoon held your shoulders tightly, “I didn’t even know they asked you. Jin just told me one day. I swear”

You receded in silence.

“I’m pretty sure Jin was the one who decided too. Did you know, mom never left the company for him? He tricked me. Made me promise to see your engagement through and give him Nexus shares in exchange for the casinos”

You gulped, quiet for a moment to process before speaking: “He was also apparently seeing someone. A serious relationship”

“Yeah” Namjoon gulped. He had a pretty decent idea who it was, but didn’t want to tell you anything he didn’t know for sure. He’d put you through enough today. “I heard”

You gulped. Staring into his eyes. Until your eyes dropped to his lips. Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat. Rhythm rushing the blood in his veins.

“Namjoon—” You looked away, but Namjoon held your chin steady with his finger. Tilting your face up to his.

“I love you” He repeated. “I’m here now, nothing will happen to you. No one can hurt you anymore. Not even him”

He leaned in just a tad. Pausing to ensure you wanted this. He wouldn’t push you. Wouldn’t manipulate you ever again.

“Don’t”

A man’s voice came from the door.

“Please—don’t”

Jungkook rushed back to the car. Taehyung and Yoongi were clearly in the middle of some sort of intense discussion.

“Where is she?” Yoongi asked, looking around. He squinted at Namjoon’s car. “Wait—is that—”

“Yeah” Jungkook exhaled, turning on the engine, “Namjoon is back” He looked to Taehyung, “You can go in if you want, but we already arrested Jimin”

Taehyung remained still. Silent. Only the sound of his shaky breath until finally his eyes rose to meet Jungkook’s.

“Yeah” Jungkook glanced at Yoongi who shrugged. “I’ll go in”

“Do you want me to come with you Taehyung?” Yoongi reached out to him. Taehyung shook his head.

“Thanks Yoongi hyung. I should be fine. They’re family”

“Tell Y/n to call me when she can okay” Yoongi called out as Taehyung exited the car. Jungkook peered at him, an uneasy feeling in his gut. Alas he had more pressing issues at the moment. He rushed back to the station.

Jimin was locked in a cell when he arrived. Grinning wide. Infuriating Jungkook.

“You father would be so disappointed in you, interfering with the fall of the Kim’s” Jimin taunted from behind bars.

“You don’t know my father” He hissed under his breath.

“I was Kim Seokjin’s therapist—I know quite a bit about your father” Jimin walked up to the bars, pressing his face in between them. “And that he deserved to die”

“Enough” Jungkook snapped, his voice dropping low. “I have a few questions, and then I’m leaving you here to rot, got it?”

Jimin clicked his tongue in amusement. “Go ahead then. Ask me what you really want to know” He grinned wide, “Like how tight Y/n’s little cunt was”

Jungkook’s fist slammed against the pole. “Haven’t I beat you enough for today? Or are you a freak who likes it?”

“You like it too I bet. Beating people. Your dad sure did”

“Say one more thing about my dad” Jungkook hissed. Jimin pursed his lips in amusement.

“Am I in here because of impersonation? Because I didn’t commit any fraud, technically. Lying isn’t a crime”

“You’re a person of interest in the murder of Kim Seokjin”

Jimin giggled, “God, you’re all fucking idiots. I didn’t kill Seokjin. I was his doctor. And you can’t ask me about him because that information is protected by law”

“I can, since he’s fucking dead, and whatever he confessed in therapy might help us find out what happened”

“How long are you going to pretend, Jeon Jungkook?” Jimin asked, “How long are you going to act like this wasn’t all you?”

“Please—don’t”

Both you and Namjoon turned towards the voice. Namjoon’s lips parted in shock, while you stood—frozen in time.

Curly black hair. Eyes that glimmered so uniquely they made you want to stare at them for hours. Soft, thin lips. Pretty lashes. The resemblance was uncanny.

Pain seared through your chest.

“Taehyung?” Namjoon’s voice shattered your flashback. “Is that really you?”

He nodded, turning to his brother. Namjoon hesitated, before awkwardly opening his arms to embrace him. Taehyung melted into him—a boy reunited with his brother. It was a heartwarming sight.

“My god, Tae” Namjoon muttered, “Where the hell have you been?”

He turned back towards you. You were still too stunned to speak. His eyes scanned you up and down—in a way that made you feel like he could see through you. Straight to your bones.

“Hi” His eyes softened, but his face remained still. “Remember me?”

He must have spoken, but you couldn’t hear anything but your heart hammering in your ears. Panic flooding your veins. Your head feeling light—dizzy. Everything shifted, everything blurred.

"Are you scared of me, princess?"

There it was. The nickname. You stiffened as he leaned forward, fingers trailing up your jaw until he held your cheek in his palm. Held you gaze in his own, eyes drifting with mystery. His voice was so incredibly soft. Sweet even. Contrasting the ever so slightly amused glint in his eye.

You exhaled, heart throbbing through your ribs, almost to the point of suffocation.

"Hyung," Taehyung shifted to look at Namjoon who was watching the scene unfold intently, lips pursed in worry. Truth be told, he had been shocked at the intimate moment he almost walked in on. He never recalled Namjoon having any affection for you—or anyone for that matter. “Can we have a minute?”

"Yeah, of course. I’ll be in my room" Namjoon stood up slowly, looking to you for some sort of affirmation that it was okay to leave. You sent him a slight nod, to which his shoulders relaxed.

Ten years. Shocking nightmares every single night. Screaming to you, if maybe you might look back. If you might spare him a second glance and save him.

Taehyung was no idiot. He wasn’t oblivious to soft glances of attraction between you and Jin, speaking through nothing but the shy glimmer in your eyes.

Year after year passed, and he wondered if you’d care enough to find him. Wondered if you’d dare to question the actions of his brother—you didn’t.

And his resentment grew like a tumor in his soul.

You stood, a ghost from the past—a figment of this twisted reality. And Taehyung could finally drink you in. Your eyes were filled with a dead numbness. There used to be a light in there.

You were his princess. He was the first to say it, the first to think it, and as far as he was concerned the only one who truly had the right to call you it.

But where were you during his darkest days?

Your features softened, a mix of recognition and affection filling your gaze.

Taehyung didn’t know when he moved. Who moved first. The whole moment was a timeless blur. Wrapping his arms around you, the storm seemed to fade. All the years of separation melting away, resentment and distrust fading to dust, leaving only the warmth of your embrace.

He didn't want to hold you too tightly and yet, he couldn't bring himself to let go. Truth be told, Taehyung had never been more afraid in his entire life. Afraid of you. Afraid of his feelings for you.

Afraid of the ability you had to drive him completely and utterly insane.

“Are you real?” You looked into his eyes. “Fuck, Taehyung, I missed you so much”

Stepping away, he regarded you. Looking you up and down before his jaw hardened. The dark spells of his mind knocking on the forefront.

“You missed me?” He scoffed, tongue rolling in his cheek as he cocked his head. “You could have tried to find me, Y/n”

“Taehyung I—” His heart leapt when his name left your lips. “I don’t—I don’t even know why they sent you away”

“Did you try and find out?”

You gave him a guilty look. Reaching out for him but he flinched at your touch. “I thought about you all the time”

“Answer me” He snapped. You gulped.

“Well, Jin—”

“Don’t say his name to me” Taehyung hissed, “He did this to me, do you even know that Y/n?”

“I can’t” You shook your head rapidly, tears spilling from your eyes. Taehyung felt queasy at the sight, “I can’t deal with this. Why can’t you be happy to see me?”

“I spent ten years. Ten fucking years locked in psychiatric facilities, Y/n” He gripped your shoulders, “You were here, playing princess in my house—don’t tell me how I should fucking feel”

“I didn’t know” You pleaded, reaching for his face, “Taehyung I swear to you, I didn’t know”

“My mom is dead” He exhaled, a hint of amusement in his voice, “I didn’t even know about it—no one even fucking told me. And hyung too”

“Taehyung” You ran your fingers through his hair. He couldn’t help but croon into your touch. Muscles relaxing under the sweet sensation. “I’m so sorry”

He let his eyes flutter shut, you rested your head on his chest. He was taller than you. His hands holding your waist steady. Forehead resting against yours as tears began to drip down his face.

“I want to know everything” You spoke in hushed tones. Your voice soft, like music to his ears. He could feel your breath on his lips. “I want to make up for the time we lost, okay, I promise you”

He nodded lightly, sniffling.

“You’re so handsome, Tae” There was pride in your voice that brought a shy smile to his face. “Look at you, all grown up” He chuckled, wiping his tears away. He looked at you again, sighing deeply before resting his head back on your shoulder.

You pressed your lips to Taehyung’s cheek before stepping away from him. He gasped for air, the walls closing around him suddenly at the loss of your touch.

“Listen, I need to go to the station to give my report. I’ll be back soon, okay?” He watched, again you were leaving him. Without looking back.

He almost believed you.

Almost.

It was a lie.

A pathetic lie, but you couldn’t take it anymore. Seeing Taehyung—the real Taehyung, made it all too real.

Can we not meet at the station?

You sent the message—not knowing if Jungkook would respond.

Could use a drink. Meet me here—he sent an address. Tucked away in the inner city where no one would recognize you. None of Jin’s lackeys, or your mother’s goons. It was hardly your kind of crowd. You were surprised—pleasantly even. Jeon Jungkook didn’t come across as someone who liked to party.

“Hey” He showed. No longer in his stupid leather jacket, he looked different, simply in a white t-shirt. Chain on his neck. Hair haphazard, rather than the slick back he wore to work. “You good?”

Jungkook orders two shots at the bar, sliding one to you as you settle into the barstool next to him. Remembering the last time the two of you were like this. The first day you met.

You clink your glass against his before downing the bitter liquid. You watch Jungkook’s face scrunch with distaste, followed by a smile.

You avoid his question, asking him instead: “Did you talk to Jimin?”

Jungkook nodded, “First, I want to talk to you about this morning” He placed his elbows on the bartop, leaning forward slightly. His voice lowered, “We were in a rush, but I want to hear what you were trying to say”

You scoffed.

“Did he hurt you, Y/n?” You glared at him. “You said he fucked you in your sleep…”

You exhaled slowly, “Honestly I wouldn’t mind what he did, if we had discussed it first. But in my gut I just knew, Taehyung—would never violate me like that” Your fingers curled into your palm, “He was so rough. So insane. I just” You shook your head, disgusted by the bought of pity in Jungkook’s eyes. “I’ve grown up with men like that”

He nodded, absorbing every word.

“Wanna dance?”

You looked at him skeptically.

“Detective Jeon Jungkook dances?”

He gave you a sly wink before grabbing your wrist. With a tight pull, he leads you into the crowd. Locking his eyes with yours, everything else fading to dark as his magnetic pull drew you in.

You tried to focus on the music. The familiar feeling of a loud bass, a crowd of people and booze. Even still, intrusive thoughts knocked at your mind—Namjoon was home, Taehyung was home.

Taehyung resented you. Taehyung blamed you.

“Look at me” Jungkook leaned into you, hands ghosting over your hips as they began to sway to the pulsating beat. “Don’t think about them. Only look at me”

His eyes flickered with a softness. A pain which he also was trying so desperately to escape. You reckoned that Jungkook might have been a kind, fun loving person if not for the trauma the Kim’s put him through by killing his father. Instead he was trapped in the same web as you.

Your hands slid around his neck, loosely as your fingers weaved through his hair. He guided you, shielded you from onlookers. His eyes on you and nothing else. Transfixed to you like a curse.

It was ironic. Dangerous even. Everything about Jungkook made you distrust him. And you had no doubt he didn’t trust you either. Within the walls the two of you built, you had somehow grown closer. You couldn’t even pinpoint when. Somewhere along the way you began to see him clearly, or let him see you.

His touch is tender as he pulls your ass in, pressing your chest up against him so he can grind into you. His bulge gratifying, easing the tension throbbing between your legs. Stroking your ego, making you feel desired without the ugly aftertaste that often came with it. His large hands feel so good on you, you never want him to let go.

Your eyes flutter shut, surrendering completely to him. He turns you around so he can trace your neck with his nose. His fingers light fires across your sides, and you want to feel more but he doesn’t push it.

He stops suddenly, gazing at you with the colors of the flashing lights reflecting through his wide doe eyes. A glow on his face that you weren’t sure was real, or if it was simply the tone of his stare.

He looked as though he wanted to say something. And you desperately wanted to hear him. His mouth opened slightly, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.

The space between you vanishing.

Inch by inch.

Until you swore you could taste him.

Your phone vibrated suddenly. Jungkook flinched, stepping back. With a guilty look, you excused yourself, slipping into a quiet corner of the club.

“Mazel tov” The snarky voice echoed through, “The prodigal son returns”

“Where the fuck have you been?” You snapped. “How could you let this happen? How did you not know?”

“Relax darling, I’ve been caught up entertaining your lover boy. Glad to finally have him out of my hair, truly. He’s bad for my cortisol”

“Well did you get a confession?”

“He doesn’t remember. Which is good for us. I can easily plant evidence for your Detective”

“Good. Do it soon. Jungkook wants the murderer to be Namjoon so it’s likely he will believe anything he gets. Not sure what to do about this Park Jimin fellow”

“Well darling, like I said last time. You say the word, and I’ll clean up your mess”

Rolling your eyes, you hung up the phone. Turning back around, Jungkook stood where you left him, bewildered.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed past the sea of dancers. You didn’t know why—you didn’t care. In that moment, you wanted nothing more than that Jungkook’s hands all over you. His lips on yours. You wanted his snarky little comments, his profound advice. To learn his every scar. Every crevice. And show him yours. You wanted to run away with him and never look back.

“Kiss me Jeon Jungkook” You hooked his shirt, dragging his face down to yours. Catching his lips in a desperate kiss.

The heat was overwhelming. Shamelessly, you kissed him in the middle of the crowd. Music numbing out into the sounds of two pounding hearts. His hands finding the small of your back.

You’d kissed him before but this was different. Even in the fire of the moment, you could feel how much he wanted you. How much he craved your lips, just like you craved his. He was water, and you were dying of thirst. He was air, and you were drowning.

He cupped your face, deepening the kiss as he pulled you impossibly closer. Finding breaths through your parted lips, you dared not pull away.

“Car” He breathed into your mouth. Voice raspy, feverish.

Grabbing his wrist, you led him out of the club. The fresh outdoor air hitting you with a sharp coldness. Loss of the bodies around you.

Jungkook slammed you against the hood of his car, pinning you down before sucking into your neck. You moaned loudly, his thigh slotting between your legs giving you barely any friction. You bucked your hips desperately as his lips moved down.

You were still wearing Namjoon’s clothes. Jungkook hissed, grabbing the hem of the hoodie and yanking it off of you. There was nothing underneath. Your nipples hardening in the cold as Jungkook smirked, rolling his thumb over one. Watching you writhe and twitch under him.

“You’re so fucking hot” He hissed, latching his teeth onto your tit and sucking lightly. Tongue darting out, flicking the sensitive flesh as your back arched. Looking down at him, as much as you wanted to look away. The pleasure unbearable.

He moved onto the other breast, taking his time as if the two of you weren’t in public. As if someone couldn’t just walk up and see how Jungkook shamelessly sucked your tits. Pulling away, you could see a string of drool land on your chest as he smacked his lips.

“Tell me what you want” He ordered, fingers gripping around your neck. Not tight enough to impact your breathing, but enough to make sure you knew who was in charge.

You were speechless. Irritated, Jungkook slid his thumb into your mouth and watched you suck it obscenely.

“What do you want, Y/n?” He asked again, replacing his thumb with his tongue, tangling it with yours into another kiss.

“You” You gasped, loving the weight of his strong body on yours. “I want you, Jungkook”

You could feel his lips curve into a grin. “For the record” He whispered, teeth grazing your lips, tugging at them. “I still hate you”

You nodded. Awestruck as he pulled his cock out, not letting you look anywhere but his eyes.

“I hate how entitled you are” He tugged your sweats down to press his heavy tip against your clit, “I hate how you’re so bratty”

He pressed his cock in, sliding into your folds just a bit. “Full of fucking attitude, think you’re fucking invincible.”

You gulped, recalling Taehyung’s similar words.

“I hate all these men in your life. You’re complicated. You’re messy. You’re manipulative, and I can see it” With every word he pressed in a little more until he bottomed out. Hissing sharply, he met your eyes again. “Playing victim, but you’re just as bad as the rest of them”

“So why the fuck” His lips were tight against yours, hardly kissing but more just breathing into one another, “Do I want you so much?” He thrust into you slowly, rolling his hips. You kissed his neck, moving your hands through his hair and onto his back as he found a steady rhythm.

Your legs caressed his back, moving up and down against him with every thrust. It was filthy. Your naked body against the cool metal of his car. Desperately throwing yourself at this man.

And yet, you held onto him as tight as you could, crying out as he pistoned in and out of you.

His hands moving under your thighs, nails gripping into them painfully as he lifted you up. You forgot how strong he was—effortlessly he carried you, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist as he bounced you up and down on his cock. Face burying into your neck, lapping up the skin with open-mouthed kisses.

“You think you’re a princess do you?” Jungkook grabbed your neck, setting you back to lie on the car. Stilling for a moment he watched your fucked out eyes. “I’m thinking you’re more like a little desperate slut”

“I am” You exhaled, nodding dumbly, “I’m a slut for you. Wanna do whatever you want Jungkook please f-fuck”

He rammed back into you. Cock hitting you deep. You walls clenching around him, leaking to which Jungkook growled under his breath. His fingers finding your clit, working it expertly, causing your eyes to roll back as pleasure seized you.

Twitching all over, shocks of lust pouring through your veins. Jungkook coerced your orgasm as his cock sheathed into you. Your folds fluttering around his length, tightening it’s visceral grip.

“They can’t make you cum like I do baby” Jungkook pulled out, stroking himself against your thigh. “Get on your fucking knees”

You obeyed. Sliding down the car until your bare knees were on the parking lot. Jungkook’s cock stood proud in your face. You watched, eyes blasted and needy, before placing your own hands in place of his.

He watched as you stroked him. As your lips pressed against his tip before you let him sink down your throat. Hollowing your cheeks, you gave him everything you possibly could. Bobbing your head up and down, the noises bringing shame to your cheeks.

“Show me your pretty tits baby” Jungkook grabbed a fistful of your hair, “Want to cum on your tits”

You gasped, releasing him with a pop of your lips. Immediately pressing your tits together so Jungkook could slide his heavy cock between them. It felt good. Him rubbing up against you like this. Your heart against his pulsing need. You pulled him closer, wanting to feel him more. He licked his lips, watching you intently.

You stared up at him. Eyes gleaming. Jungkook spurted all over you, cum landing on your chest. Your heart sunk, knowing the moment would end. Reality was waiting for you at home. Your escape had ended.

Jungkook’s eyes softened, as he helped you up. You kissed him again, urging him for more. Urging him to fill you up again. To fuck you senseless all night long. Moaning into his mouth, you rolled your body against him.

“Fuck baby” Jungkook gripped your waist, stilling your movements, “You need me that bad huh?” You nodded, biting your lip as he teased you, “Yeah? You want more huh?”

You turned around, bending over so your ass was on display. Jungkook cursed under his breath as you spread your legs. An open invitation. Every man’s dream.

Licking his fingers, he ran them through your folds, spreading them out and pushing through the wetness. You gushed over him. Whimpering. He kept rubbing you, his movements strong but not rushed. Lips grazing your bare back.

His other hand slid between you and the car, gripping your breast hard. He pumped his fingers inside you, chest pressed against your back. You could feel his breath against your nape, riling you up even more. Heat pooling all over you.

He chuckled. The vibrations of which hit you right in the core. You were so turned on you couldn’t help it. You leaked all over, squirting into you palm. Jungkook laughed more as you came. Your fingers digging into your palms as you screamed.

“Already? You’re so fucking desperate”

“I don’t wanna go home” You confessed. Jungkook paused.

He turned you around, palm resting against your cheek.

“I know” He stiffened, “I’m sorry, for what you’re going through”

Jungkook pulled you up, grabbing your clothes from the ground. He led you to the backseat of the car where he let you tear his clothes off of him.

Settling onto his strong lap, he let you grind your wet pussy against him. Naked bodies fused together. You clawed at the back of his head, moaning at the top of your lungs as you sunk down on Jungkook’s cock again.

He watched you, amazed. Your eyes shut, bouncing up and down on him. Rutting desperately.

You’re not sure when you stopped. The two of you like hormonal teenagers, touching kissing and fucking until your limbs were sore. Jungkook, surprisingly, ever the giver, made you cum more times than you ever had in one night. And even when you were too sensitive for anything more, you still couldn’t find the will to leave.

Until you remembered the look in Taehyung’s eyes.

Jungkook held you. Lightly kissing your back as you cuddled into him. Again, another position you never thought you’d find yourself in with Jeon Jungkook.

“You should go” Jungkook’s voice was barely above a whisper. You gave him a hurt look, “I know, I know. You’ll be okay”

Sitting upright, you began to put your clothes on. Jungkook watched before speaking again,

“Jung Hoseok”

You stilled.

“Jin was seeing Jung Hoseok. The two of them were dating. I had a suspicion and Jimin confirmed it earlier.”

Shit.

“You acted like you didn’t know”

You looked at him. To see if he was actually hurt by your lying, or used to your games.

“I don’t know anyone named Jung Hoseok”

Jungkook stared at you before scoffing.

“Not only do you know Jung Hoseok, but I know that you called him many times before Jin’s death. I have evidence that both he and Namjoon were with you at some point that night,”

You remained silent, fuming.

“He was the one who called you earlier, wasn’t he?”

You swallowed.

“I’m not the one unwilling to be on the same side” Jungkook sighed, “I told you before, we can help each other out. You’re hiding so much from me, and have the audacity to think of yourself as a victim. All you need to do is tell me what happened that night, and I can help you figure this out”

“Fuck you Jeon. This was a mistake” You snapped, “Take me home”

Jungkook clicked his tongue, “Right. Home to your Kim boys. To your palace”

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kimshavacado · 5 years

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Dead Heat Ch. 9

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Arranged Marriage/Mafia AU

Summary: Three extremely powerful families with enough power to bring down entire governments, all with vastly different views on how things should be run. The Min family thinks everything can be solved with money, the Jeon family think everything can be solved with violence, and the Kim family relies more on thought which leads to a lack of action. When Kim Y/N loses her father, she only has one way to save herself and her family. But it involves having to give herself over to a stranger. How the hell is she not supposed to punch him in his stupid rich face?

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Warnings: Well this is the one where they have unprotected sex. So... yeah.

A/N: Welp. Here you go. I couldn't stand to reread it so I hope it's adequate. I'll see you all in hell.

Chapter 9: Don’t You Want Tea?

Jimin has done a lot less thinking lately. At least when it comes to thinking about you. Since his failed attempt to reach out to you, his mind has been dwelling on simpler things. Overthinking had always been your job, so he wasn't used to feeling a loss of purpose. If he wasn't there for you, what was he even doing here? Sitting on the rail of the fire escape of the loft he's currently squatting, he thinks instead about the distance in between himself and the ground. It's only about 15 meters, but plenty far enough to do some damage should he fall. The question is whether or not it would hurt. His optimism says that it won't, and that his relief would be immediate. Would you even know if he did? Maybe eventually, but by then would you really care? "If you're gonna jump, make sure you tell me first. Someone's gotta clean it up." Hoseok says from inside. It's meant to be a joke, but neither of them laugh. "I'm not gonna jump." Jimin responds, annoyed. He takes one last look at the ground before throwing his legs back over to the correct side and hoping down. "You haven't been checking your phone, have you?" Hoseok says. "We gotta go, the war is afoot!"

To save yourself from the embarrassment of waking up with Yoongi after last night, you yeet yourself out of bed as soon as you're conscious. The sun has just come up so you decide to wander around the house. When you come across a patio that you weren't able to see last night, you slide open the doors to meet the cold morning air. The cool breeze and soft light from the low sun give off a mood just ethereal enough to take your mind off of everything. You lean over the rail of the patio that overlooks the downslope of a hill that the house appears to be built on. Honestly, these are your favorite kind of mornings. Warm sheets, cool air, bright sun, nice views, the only thing that's missing is a good cup of tea. While your wrapped up in your appreciation of your surroundings, you don't notice the man who has joined your company. In his search for you, he finds the patio door ajar and leans against the frame to observe you in your natural habitat. You appear to be relishing in the pure bliss of the moment and Yoongi can’t help but think that he could get used to mornings like this.

This is what brings Yoongi to start thinking about your relationship. He’s always been someone who other people find to be cold and unmoving, and he used to think that you thought this way about him too, at least that’s what he’d gathered from all the times you’ve yelled at him. But sometimes you can be warm, kind, and unconditionally accepting of him, which is something that he’s never been able to say about anyone in a long time.

And that scares the living hell out of him.

Both of you live in a world where things don’t generally work out in anyone’s favor, and hell, he’s not even sure how you feel about him when you’re sober, but looking at you on the patio right now feels like a little slice of peace in the messy pie that is his life and he never wants that peace to end. Of course, that’s not a completely realistic sentiment but that doesn’t mean that you two can’t try.

In his frustration, Yoongi unintentionally lets out a small sigh that gets you to turn around abruptly. Now, the appropriate response would probably be to awkwardly apologize and dip out of the doorway as soon as possible, but Yoongi must be having some sort of an out of body experience because he kind of just stands there with his mind blank and mouth open for a second. You too have a knack for awkward silence, so you stand there and stare at his dumb face.

He seems to be having a war in his head because he looks away from you and suddenly closes his mouth to gain his composure. And eventually he does apologize for interrupting your morning but he clearly doesn’t mean it because he’s on you in a second. It’s so alarming that you don’t even notice Yoongi is kissing you for the first few moments, but when you do, it only feels natural to reciprocate.

With the sun behind you and Yoongi’s body closing the gap, the cold morning air doesn’t cut your skin as sharply as it did before. In fact, as your kiss deepens, it almost feels like your body is overheating, and you feel this warmth travel down your spine even though Yoongi is barely touching you.

You’re perfectly content to continue, and Yoongi is the one who pulls away, but only a few inches. As you look into his eyes, you feel a tinge of embarrassment sneak up on you. Most of the time that you two have shared your affections you’ve been drunk off your asses.

“Look,” Yoongi pulls you back out of your thoughts. “I’m not really good at these kinds of things.” He gestures in between your bodies. “I know you were thrown into this shitty situation out of nowhere, so I get it if you…like…” He huffs out in frustration and looks away from you. “I don’t know. I just… feel like this could work?” He looks to you expectantly.

You stand in awe of his sudden confession and it feels like all that heat manifests itself again. With your cheeks painted red, the only response that you are able to come up with is to reach out and reconnect your lips. In doing so, you’ve moved the both of you closer to the doorway inside and Yoongi uses this to his advantage. Since your hands are on his face, his take claim over your hips and he spins you around, pinning you against the glass on the open door.

Not so long ago this would’ve felt insane, but all you can think about is how secure you feel under Yoongi’s hold and how you two have waited so long to bond in this way. Again, Yoongi cuts your thoughts short by closing the distance between your bodies. This time, however, his hips sit more firmly against yours and you’re finally able to feel all of him.

It seems impossible, but somehow the kiss gets more intense and it feels like you’ve begun a wrestling match with your tongues and teeth. It must be the pent up frustration from both of you when he left you hanging before. It definitely affects him too because his hands slip a little bit lower and underneath your shirt to feel your bare sides. You gasp into his mouth and he smirks against yours and you swear it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen him do.

You’re starting to get addicted to the shivers he gives you and use his reaction as affirmation, so you move to continue. However, as you reach for the hem of his shirt, you hear a buzzing noise from the house that almost makes you jump out of your skin. When you separate from him, he appears amused at your alarm.

“Relax, I put on a pot of water before. For tea.” Yoongi soothes, and you could swear you’ve never smiled wider.

“Tea? I didn’t know you liked it.” You say, already knowing his response.

“I don’t particularly. But I thought… you’d want it.” It’s a simple thoughtful action but you still have to hold back from crying and ruining the moment. So you attack him with kisses instead, and he has to peel you off of him. “Okay, got it, right move. But I really should get that.”

It makes sense, wouldn’t want the place to burn down after your first night, but when he walks away, you feel his absence. Things between the two of you are definitely going to be different now, so why not keep going. When you walk back inside, you see him taking the water off of the stove and you begin to remove your shirt.

“What are you doing, don’t you want tea?” He asks but you ignore him and continue walking towards the bedroom.

“I’ll be in the bedroom waiting for you to man up and face your emotions.” All you hear is a brief laugh of disbelief as you continue your journey to bed, shedding clothes as you go.

He obviously follows reaching the doorway to the bedroom by the time that you’re left in only your underwear. He doesn’t have much time to look because you’re on him again pulling his shirt up over his head as he backs you up into the bed. When you fall backwards, the cool sheets shock the skin on your back and you sit up to start pulling down Yoongi’s sweatpants.

You are very shocked to find out that he is, apparently, not wearing underwear. You find yourself head to head with him. You admire how pretty he is before looking up at him with mischief in your eyes.

“No underwear? Didn’t expect that from you.” You tease.

“Is that how this is gonna go? Cause I’m not sure you want to play that game.” He warns. Yoongi may appear all tough but you’re like 80% sure he’s just as much a switch as you are. You can’t help but think about what’d be like to ride him so yeah, you do want to play that game.

“I’ll take my chances.” You say as you pull his lips to yours and wrap you legs around his lower half. Yoongi lowers himself over you and you take the opportunity to feel him up. He’s slender but has some firm muscles that start to twitch when your hands glide over them.

He manages to slip one of his hands underneath you and you arch your back so that he can undo your bra. It takes him a moment, but when he reaches the clasp, he helps you slide the straps off your shoulders. He then takes his turn of feeling you up. His hands are on your sides again as his head travels downward toward your underwear. His mouth is wet but his hair tickles your skin more than his tongue or lips.

When he reaches the only fabric that’s keeping you at least a little bit decent, he grabs them hem with his mouth. A strangled sound leaves your mouth as you make eye contact while he pulls off your underwear with just his mouth. Now you have a new definition of the hottest thing. He positions himself back between your legs to look at what he’s just unveiled but you stop him with your hands before he can actually do anything.

“Sweet concept, but if I don’t have you right now, I’ll lose my mind.” He smirks again at this.

“It’s okay, we’ll have plenty of time for that later.” The thought turns you on even more. You scoot up more on the bed until you’re both comfortable and Yoongi looks to you in question. “You okay with this?” He gives you one last chance to back out and you’d be crazy to take it.

“I’m clean, on the pill, and really need this.” You whine out and Yoongi could almost climax from just hearing your whines, without even ever being inside you. He concedes and leans on one elbow in order to maneuver himself to where he need to be. You inhale when you feel him at your entrance and can’t help but smile up at him. You stare at each other as he slowly slips in, inch by inch. When he’s finally fully seated you let out the breath that you didn’t know you were holding and Yoongi moves to embrace you more intimately.

As Yoongi gently rests his forehead on yours you can almost feel your life weaving itself back together again. The weight that’s been left in your soul from all the shit you’ve both had to go through in your lives feels not as deep and hard to carry when you two are together like this. And you know he can feel it too by the sweet kiss he places on your lips.

When you start to experimentally swivel your hips, Yoongi takes the cue to begin moving. The feeling of his length slowly moving against your walls scratches an itch that you’ve been dying to scratch for a long time now and you can’t help but impatiently chase after his hips. After a minute or so, he catches on and pulls out of you before flipping the both of you over and scooting himself up to rest against the headboard.

You immediately reach down to resume and when you sink back down, it hits differently. It’s deeper and almost more intimate. Yoongi’s hands are all over your sides, something he’s gathered that you like from the little gasps that are escaping you. Occasionally, Yoongi makes small grunts against your lips as well, but he seems to not be very vocal. You take a note to have fun with that later.

It feels good to have someone care like this. It’s not just some temporary fix to get your mind off of reality. Yoongi is your current reality and you honestly didn’t think this much emotion could fit into sex. Every time you feel like you couldn’t be closer to each other you’d feel something new and every time you don’t think it could feel any more euphoric it does, until you’re both on the edge, Yoongi focusing his strength on keeping your hips moving at a reasonable speed.

With the angle that you sweep your hips, your clit rubs perfectly against his front and your reaching your high in a matter of seconds later. You stretch your back straight when you do so and Yoongi wraps his arms around your back as he finishes just after you. You collapse with your head in the crook of his neck as he continues to embrace you. You’re perfectly content to continue to lie there until you feel fluid seeping out of you and make an exasperated noise. Yoongi seems to get it as he pulls out making you wince. He kisses your shoulder which remains in front of his face. When you don’t move he offers an incentive.

“Why don’t you go clean up and I’ll finish making that tea?” You move from his neck to kiss him firmly and his hands move delicately across your skin. “That’d be wonderful.”

You and Yoongi spend what you may call one of the best days of your life together. In between the many times that you two make love that day, you talk, eat, bicker, and he even crushes you in mario cart a few times, something that you get payback for in the sheets. By the end of the night, it seems like there is nothing else to be said, and you’re finally hopeful that when you wake up, there won’t be a crushing awkwardness between the two of you.

The concept of having someone to understand you is not something that you’ve had the privilege to come across, but Yoongi makes everything you’ve been through have a purpose. You probably wouldn’t have ended up here if both of your lives weren’t complete shit, and that makes you think.

“What if we met under different circumstances?”

“What, like if I met you and asked you out? I think we’d actually end up here sooner?”

“You still think we’d be here?”

“Yeah. If we met, there’s no way we wouldn’t, even if we resisted. We’re too right for each other.” He looks at you as he says this and you blush a little at his straightforwardness.

“Wow, you sure you aren’t drunk?” You bury yourself in his chest.

“Nope! Just high on life.“

“Please stop talking.”

He obliges and wraps his arm around you before you both fall into a desperately needed slumber. Unfortunately it’s cut short by a phone call a few hours later in the early morning. You have come to associate things like this as bad news. Around 3am, and while off the grid, no one should be calling you with good news. After sharing a worried look, Yoongi reaches over to answer it.

You watch Yoongi intently as he listens to the person on the other line. He lets out a sigh and wipes a hand down his face. He looks stressed and that only escalates your worry. “Are you sure?” He asks through the phone. After a few more moments he looks almost defeated. “Yeah, okay, we’ll be there.” And he hangs up.

“They attacked again.” He says plainly.

“Well I guess it was good we weren’t there then. Did anyone get hurt?” You ask.

“No, Y/N, not our place. They got to Jin and his- your men.” You stare at him with ignorant eyes not trying to accept the possibility of what he’s implying. “They’re all gone.”

“Wait, what do mean, all gone? Like they left or…” You can’t bring yourself to finish because Yoongi is already shaking his head. “I’m sorry. Really, I didn’t think they were capable of it.” And you wish you could hear Yoongi attempting to console you, but all you can feel is the anger bubbling up inside of you. All your people have been ruthlessly slaughtered in the middle of the night and you’d bet your ass that Park Jimin was part of it.

A/N: I have to go dip my computer in holy water now. Stay safe and healthy!

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katebacks · 5 years

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Thank you, Next - Park Jimin (M)

— pairing | Park Jimin/Reader

— word c | 9,338

— genre | Smut, fluff, angst, Best Friends to Lovers au!

— summary | [ In high school you weren’t very popular, ten years later you travel to a class reunion of your old class. What could go wrong?].

— warnings/tags | Some of Namjoon/Reader. Some bad words, oral (female receiving). bestfriend! jimin, unprotected sex (stay safe!), Namjoon being an asshole (sorry!)

— A/N | @bangtanqueenybee and @nellyk-fan This is dedicated to you.

This is not a good idea. That's all what you thought as you followed the road towards the hotel you would stay. You had rented a car as soon as you left the airport. The next day would be the 10 year anniversary that you finished high school and the whole class would gather at a place to celebrate. You were not happy at all, but your best friend forced you to go. Unlike today, you didn’t have many friends back then, you weren’t popular and you certainly were not pretty, or at least that's what your classmates told you. In fact, you only had one friend at that time, Park Jimin, he was the only one in the whole school who didn’t play games with you, who didn’t play with your feelings or bulged you, so maybe go to that meeting and seeing him again after 10 years, wouldn’t be a bad idea.

But in reality, you were afraid to meet with one person. Kim Namjoon. Like the movies, he was the most popular, the most handsome guy in school, the most coveted. The girls would die for him and all the guys wanted to be his friends. He wasn’t a football, baseball or basketball player, but he was super smart, classy, funny, charming, narcissistic, egocentric, and selfish. The perfect match for a manly disaster. A born, experienced hunter who could make anyone fall at his feet, and you were one of those people.

You remember as if everything happened within hours. You, one of the nerds in the school, introverted, shy and polite, sitting at the back of the chair in the back of the classroom, staring at the school prince. It was the last days of school, you didn’t have to go to school any more, but you did, because you knew he would too, and you thought you would have the courage to say something to him, but you didn’t, then just stood there, staring at him like a lovesick fool.

He was talking to his friends, laughing loudly at their jokes, showing his dimples on his cheeks that made your heart melt like butter, the way his hair was tossed back, everything about him attracted you, he was the only man you'd been attracted to throughout high school, but you knew nothing would ever happen.

"You're (Y/N), right?" A voice beside you made you jump out of the chair, knocking some pens down, turning to the person who had spoken to you, facing Jin, one of Namjoon's best friends, he was as handsome as your crush, his shoulders broad and his face extremely handsome. You stared at him wide-eyed, not understanding what he was doing there, talking to you. “I'm Jin.” He said holding out his hand to you. You blinked a few times and timidly, with a shaking hand, took his hand and squeezed it. He smiled sympathetically at you after letting go of your hand. "So Namjoon asked me to give you this." He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a folded paper and held it out to you. You frowned and held the paper. "He asked me to tell you to keep it a secret if possible, he doesn’t want anyone to spoil the surprise." Jin said and you looked at him who was still smiling. He nodded and turned away, pulling away from you and moving closer to his friends. You followed him with your eyes until your eyes fell on Namjoon and saw that he was staring at you. You felt your cheeks burn and your body tremble. He smiles and it causes butterflies in your stomach.

He nodded toward the paper in your hands and you took a deep breath before opening it. You choked on your own breath and your heart leapt into your chest, as if you had just received an electric shock. A smile came to your lips without you even noticing.

Do you want to go on a date with me?

( ) yes ( ) no

You bit your lips, and with your fingers trembling, you took the pen, marking the box that said yes. The bell rang and you heard a chair move and your head turned toward him like a shot, watching him walk toward you, making your whole body freeze, and you couldn’t even blink as you watched him heading towards you, you even forgot to breathe. Namjoon stood in front of you, smiling. He reached out, gently taking the paper from your hands, with you still frozen in front of him. His smile stretched out, and he looked at you again, making you finally blink and breathe again.

“I'll pick you up at seven.” He said gently.

"Come on Namjoon, you can date another time, we're late.” The voice of one of his friends said, making him giggle and nod, turn his back and leave the room with his friends.

You just realized that it had been a bad idea after going out with him.

You had never been to a date in your life, and you had no girl friends to help you do the makeup or choose a outfit, so your only salvation was Jimin, your best friend. You called him saying it was an emergency and when he came to your house and you told him what had happened, Jimin wasn’t happy, but he didn’t try to stop you from going to meet him, because he knew how much you liked Namjoon. He helped you choose a outfit in which you look beautiful and comfortable, even though he thinks you look beautiful anyways. He even helped you with makeup, taking your mom's makeup and helping you through, watching some videos on the internet. You couldn’t ask for a better best friend.

Shortly before seven, Jimin left, wishing you luck, and leaving you walking from one side to the other in the room, nervous and anxious. When the doorbell rang and you opened the door, seeing Namjoon standing there in front of you, you hardly believed it was true.

He took you to a party at Jin's house, and as soon as you got out of the car and looked at the amount of people in the house, you began to wonder if it was a good idea to be there, but Namjoon took your hand and said everything would be all right, and you believed it, even though you had the feeling that something was wrong.

You should have trusted that feeling and gone away.

All his friends were very polite to you, which wasn’t the custom. You felt uncomfortable with them, but every time you looked at Namjoon you forgot that bad feeling. He convinced you to dance, and being carried away by the music and the feeling of being in his arms, as he leaned forward to kiss you, you accepted. That was your first kiss, and it was being as you wanted it, it was being special and being with who you wanted to be, with the prince of your fairy tale.

A little later you told him that you would go to the bathroom. When you returned, he was talking to his friends on the porch of the house, with his back to the door and didn’t see you approaching. And the same time they changed the music, Jin said:

"I cannot believe you really kissed that nerd, shit, I can’t believe I lost 20 bucks."

And at that moment you froze in the same place, frowning, not believing what you were hearing. Maybe it was just a joke, but you saw Jin pulling a note out of his pocket and handing it to the laughing Namjoon.

"You have courage, man! To kiss that one, you have to be brave. I admire you." One of his other friends next to him said, patting him on the shoulder.

“I appreciate it, but you still owe me 20 bucks, man.” Namjoon said holding out his hand to the friend who paid him.

You felt your heart ache, as if it had broken into tiny pieces. The butterflies in your stomach were replaced with anguish, and the taste of his kiss on your mouth once sweet, was now bitter. You felt your face burning, and your eyes began to burn, but you only realized that you were crying when the tears began to come down your face and you sobbed. Namjoon heard you and turned back, eyes widening at the sight of you standing there crying. He didn’t say anything, neither did his friends.

You turned away and went out infuriated, but embarrassed and too humiliated to say anything to him. Two days later you were going to live with an aunt in another city, away from all that shame, starting a new life.

When you arrived in front of the hotel where you would be staying, you left the car, going towards the entrance of the place, walking towards the reception, to make your check in, you were so distracted by your cell phone, sending a message to your friend that you did not see that you was approaching the queue for the front desk and slammed into someone's back. Your cell phone fell out of your hand, and the person in front of you turned to you. You were ready to apologize when you saw who he was.

Kim Namjoon, in the flesh. He hadn’t changed much since high school, he remained extremely attractive. And you just realized that you were staring at him like a idiot when he bent down in front of you, taking your cell phone and handing it to you, giving you that smile that one day made your heart beat faster.

“It's all right?” He asked. You took the phone from his hand and nodded, finally managing to move.

“Yeah, sorry I was distracted.” You said, relieved to know that seeing him didn’t do the damage you thought would happen. You were grown up, very well settled in your life, things of the past didn’t affect you anymore and you were happy about it.

“Next.” The receptionist said. It was Namjoon's turn, but instead of going to the front desk, he took a step toward the side still smiling, gesturing for you to pass.

"Ladies first." He said and gave a small smile, you whispered thank you and walked to the counter.

“How can I help?” The receptionist asked, smiling gently.

“I'm on the reserve list for the 2008 graduates." You said taking your ID in the back pocket of your pants and handing it to her.

“Your room is the number 36. If you need anything, you can talk to me, here's your key." She said and give you a key with the 36th key ring. You thanked her and turned back to get back in the car and get your bag in the trunk.

"You came to the 2008 class reunion?" Namjoon asked, making you stop walking and look at him nodding. He hadn’t recognized you. "I'm sorry, but I remember everyone I studied with, but your face doesn’t come to me.”

"Does the name (Y/N) mean anything?" You asked and he frowned and looked away, seeming to think, and then he looked back at you, wide-eyed and colorless. Now he had remembered you. You were sure of that. You nodded and turned away from the front desk and into the parking lot across the street.

You smiled to see that he really had no more effect on you.

You opened the trunk and pulled the heavy suitcase out, complaining loudly that Hoseok must have put a stone in there instead of your clothes because it was too heavy.

“Need help?” A male voice said behind you, making you hop up and drop the suitcase, letting it fall to the floor. Turning, you came across a gray-haired man, staring at you. His hands were inside the pockets of his pants. He wore dark glasses, a white T-shirt, and black pants. He had thin cheeks and full lips. You stared at him for a few seconds, with the feeling that you already knew him from somewhere. That was when a light went on in your mind and you opened your eyes wide.

“Jimin!” Your voice sounded more excited than expected and a smile took over your face. The boy in front of you smiled as well, taking off his sunglasses and revealing his eye smile. You didn’t hesitate to walk towards him and hug him with all the strength you had. The only person in your teens you missed was him. He hugged you back, pressing your body against his. You missed that, during those 10 years, you could never forget how good it felt to be held by Jimin. He had a hug that could make you forget all your problems, it was like a cure for all your pain.

"You've grown a couple of inches since the last time we met." He said breaking the hug, making you look indignant to him.

“You speak as if you were too high, right Chimmy?”

“Wow, I haven't heard that nickname in years.” He said laughing. “How are you?”

“I'm fine, better than 10 years ago at least.” You laughed scratching the back of your neck. “What about you?”

“I'm fine too… not much better than ten years ago, you know, I missed you.” He said lowering his head, shoving his hands in his pockets again. And that reminded you of the day you left your hometown. You remember that Jimin cried, begging you not to leave. You spent almost two hours hugging on the porch of your house until your mother said it was time to go to the airport. You remember seeing him through the back window of the car, his hands on his face, his swollen red eyes, still sobbing. That broke your heart. You tried to keep in touch, but with college and your new life, keeping in touch with people who didn't live near you was being difficult. You could barely talk to the people around you, let alone those who lived far away.

"I’m sorry." You whispered, lowering your head, feeling the sad memories come back to you.

"It's fine now, I'm glad you're okay, that's all." He said holding your chin and making you raise your head, looking at him again, and at that moment, when your eyes locked, was the moment you felt for Jimin, the same way you once felt for Namjoon. And that made your body tingle. Your heart pounded and your legs trembled, the butterflies were released in your stomach and you can't help but smile and throw yourself into his arms giving him one more hug.

"I missed you, Jimin." You whispered against his chest and he smiled, tightening his hold even more.

"Let's use these days to get back together again. What do you think? Want to be my best friend again?"

"Yes absolutely yes."

After you went to your room, you took a shower and lay in bed to talk to Hoseok who was crazy to know how the trip was going, even if you were there for only a few hours.

"So you met Namjoon again? Was he surprised to see you?" He asked from across the screen in the video call.

"He was. He even lost his face color when he saw who I was." You said laughing. Now you were finding it funny.

“I wanted to be there to see his face. Seriously. Now you have to make him regret doing that shit to you in the past. Rub your beauty and intelligence in his face, throw him to the ground, break his heart, break him in the middle and …”

"Hey Hoseok, take it easy." You said laughing when you saw him waving his hands like he was really strangling someone. He stopped moving and stared at the screen before laughing. “I don't want to show or prove anything to him. I don’t need this. I got over it a long time ago. I just want to take this time to kill my longing for Jimin.”

"The cute boy who was your best friend at school? Is he there too?"

"Yeah, and he's stunning. He's even prettier than before. God. I almost had a heart attack with him." You said smiling as you remembered the hug he had given you.

"Oh, I know that smile. You like him." Hoseok said smiling, making you widen your eyes.

"What? Of course not. I just missed him."

"I know you well enough to know when you're lying to me, (Y/N). You like him."

You sighed.

"Okay, but that makes no difference now. He even asked me if I wanted to be his best friend again. For all I know, he can have a girlfriend, be married and have children, or even be gay." You said with sad eyes, touching Hoseok’s heart.

“You will never know if you don't ask, honey. Then raise your head, wear your sexiest dress, put on your best perfume and call him for a drink. Tomorrow you tell me if he has a girlfriend, is married or gay.” You started to think, but you knew you had nothing to lose. You weren't the same girl ten years ago, you were a grown woman and not a teenager. You could have sex with Jimin if he wanted to. Trying wouldn't hurt you, would it?

After saying goodbye to Hoseok, you called the number Jimin had just given you. You stopped in front of the bedroom window, watching outside while you waited for him to answer.

"Have you missed me?" He said playfully when he answered. You smiled.

"Actually yes ... Hum... Do you want to …"

"I do." He answered without even letting you finish talking, which made you laugh.

"You didn't even hear my whole proposal."

"No matter what it is. If it's with you, I accept everything."

“Oh” That took you by surprise and nearly left you speechless. "Okay. Meet me at the reception seven at night, will you?"

"I'll be there."

And here you were, getting into the elevator to get down to the desk and meet the blonde. You wore a black dress and high heels, because now you were comfortable with your body to wear that kind of clothing, now you loved it, now you knew that the opinions of others were nothing but empty comments. You felt beautiful in that outfit and no one would make you think otherwise. You used the elevator mirror to straighten your hair when the doors opened and Namjoon was there with another man, Seokjin. He was an asshole at the time, but he was still handsome too. They both laughed at something when Namjoon looked at the elevator and saw you there, with your back to him, fidgeting with your hair. He looked you up and down, seeing how that dress accentuated your ass and he just stopped breathing for a few seconds.

Jin noticed his friend's change and looked at the elevator just as you looked at them through the reflection of the mirror, causing you to jump with fright and turn around at once. You said nothing, nor did Namjoon. Jin just stared at both of you, and seeing that his friend wouldn't react, he grabbed the boy's arm and pulled him into the elevator before the doors closed. He kept staring at you from head to toe, making you feel embarrassed and wanting to get in a hole.

"If you keep staring at her like that, you'll scare the girl, you idiot." Seokjin whispered to the other boy, as if you couldn't hear him. But that seemed to activate something inside him that cleared his throat and shook his head.

"I'm sorry ... It's just wow, you look beautiful, (Y/N)." Namjoon said and you bit your lip, shaking your head and thanking him.

"Thanks."

"Wait ... (Y/N)?" Seokjin said with a frown drawing his attention. "Are you the girl at that bet? From ten years ago?" Namjoon shot him a look, as if threatening him with death as soon as he heard the words that came out of Seokjin's mouth. You bowed your head, once again feeling ashamed of what had happened in the past. Jin noticed the stupid thing he had done and hurried to apologize. "Oh, I'm sorry ... I shouldn't have touched on that subject. I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm sorry about that and making that stupid bet. You're a nice girl, you didn't deserve to have gone through that because of a bunch of assholes teenagers.”

"I owe you an apology too, I shouldn't have done that to you." Namjoon said with a guilty expression on his face, putting his hands in his pockets.

"I appreciate your apologizing, but honestly it doesn't matter anymore." You said confident without stuttering in front of him for the first time in your life. "I don't keep past hurts."

"Oh, that's great." Namjoon said smiling. So the elevator door opened, showing the reception. You beckoned to them and came out of the elevator, being followed by them. You looked around the room, not finding Jimin around and looked in the clock, it was still five minutes to seven at night. "Seokjin and I were going to dinner at a nearby restaurant. Since the misunderstandings are gone and we all agree that the past is in the past, what do you think about coming with us?" He asked and you looked at him, who hoped you would accept.

"No, thanks. I'm waiting for a friend."

"We can all hang out together." Seokjin said making you look at him. "After all, we're here for the graduates' meeting. To remember old friendships, I'm sure your friend won't mind me and Namjoon coming together with you."

"Well, your certainty is wrong," Jimin's voice said behind you. Turning back, he was walking toward you and stood beside you with his arms crossed looking at the two boys. He wore a shirt and black pants. The ripped pants on the thighs and a sneaker of the same color. He was breathtaking and that's what happened. You had to hold your breath for a few seconds to avoid freaking out over that man's beauty. From the seriousness he carried on his face, he wasn't happy at all. "We weren’t friends at school and it will not be now that we will begin to be, not after what you did to her. So yes, I will care if you come with us to the point that I'll want to punch you in the face again, Namjoon." You frowned. Again? Did Jimin hit Namjoon? When? You thought.

"Jimin. I didn’t know you had come to the meeting as well." Namjoon said with some anger in his voice. Jimin laughed scornfully.

"Now you know," he said and so uncrossed his arms, surprising you by wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. He then looked at you and smiled sweetly. "Can we go? I bet you're starving just like me." Oh, you were starving, but it wasn't for food, it was for him. You had never seen Jimin impose himself like that, and that was honestly hot as fuck.

"Yeah I am." You said controlling your breathing that was threatening to get ragged by his fingers tightening around your waist and your face being so close to his.

You just waved at the other two guys so Jimin led you to the exit. Namjoon stared at both of you until you were past the door and out of his sight. He was angry. Jimin had hurt his ego by being petulant with him in front of you and taking you away. He could have made you go out with him so he could apologize more intimately if it weren't for the other guy. But he still had a chance. Namjoon grinned, looking to nowhere and Seokjin noticed, worrying at the same moment.

"Oh no, you're up to something. What is it?"

"I'll take her to my bed, trust me." He said making Seokjin shake his head in disapproval.

"We're not in high school anymore, Namjoon. We're adults. You can't be telling me you're going to try to seduce her just because she said no to you."

"Not because she said no to me, but because of him. See how he held her? Like she was his? At school she would do everything for me and now she ditch me because of him?" He said nonconformist. Jin just threw his hands at each other, knowing it would be no use arguing with his friend.

"Whatever you say, Namjoon, but if you are a jerk to her and he beat you because of it, I will not go in the middle to prevent him split you in half."

You and Jimin ended up going to a bar, having a few drinks and talking, and even though you talked about a lot of different things on the way there, you couldn't stop thinking about what he had said.

"What is on your mind?" He asked as you stood staring at a specific corner of the bar. When your eyes traveled to him, he was with his arms resting on the table, looking sweetly at you. You wondered if you really should ask.

"Did you ... hit Namjoon?"

Jimin seemed disconcerted and just looked elsewhere. He sighed and took a sip of his drink before he started talking.

“The day you left, I was walking around town when I saw him with Seokjin in the park. I was so upset, so hurt that you were gone, and so angry with him that he was the reason you moved, that when I realize, I was on him, punching his face with all my strength.” Your chin almost hit the floor. You had never imagined that Jimin would have the courage to hit anyone. "He was lucky Jin held me and took me off him because I know that I would have killed him. Because he took me the most important person in my life. He hurt the person I loved the most."

“I’m so sorry, Jimin.” You whispered taking his hands and caressing it. You didn't know you had hurt him that way. "I shouldn't have left, I should have faced all that, I shouldn't have run away like a coward. I'm so sorry for hurting you.” Jimin smiled and put his hand over yours.

"It's fine. You're here now. Back to me." You smiled, glad to know he didn't feel bad about all that. "How about dancing?" He asked getting up and making you smile as he pulled you along to dance a not so slow song that played.

After a few drinks, you and he were already laughing out of nowhere and talking bullshit. The bar was full, as it should be on a Friday night. The songs they played were upbeat and made you feel like dancing, and if there was one thing you had learned in this life was that you should do what you wanted, then you two danced wildly together.

“Woah, we're half way there, woah, livin' on a prayer, take my hand, we'll make it I swear, woah, livin' on a prayer, Livin' on a prayer...” You and half of the bar sang screaming along with Bon Jovi's voice, and that reminded you a lot of your teenage years with Jimin, when you ran away from home late at night to walk the streets, singing your favorite songs aloud. Honestly, it was just the good things you used to remember, not the bad things.

Jimin laughed and approached you, daring to put his hands on your waist as you rocked your bodies from side to side. When the music changed, the rhythm changed totally. From Rock went to a sensual pop. From Bon Jovi went to Selena Gomez and you looked excitedly at Jimin.

“All of the downs and the uppers, keep making love to each other. And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I...” You sang and held Jimin's shirt, pulling him once against you, making him widen his eyes and laugh in surprise. "Can't keep my hands to myself." He laughed shaking his shoulders and held your waist dancing the beat of the music with you. It was as if you had never said goodbye to each other, as if you hadn’t gone ten years without seeing each other, without speaking to each other. Everything was wonderful that way and at that moment you didn't remember anything anymore. You didn't care about the meeting the next day, you didn't care about Namjoon, you didn't care about Seokjin, you only wanted to spend the night with Jimin.

"Can I ask you something?" He said in your ear as you still danced. You shook your head nodding. "Do you still feel something for Namjoon? I saw the way he was looking at you today and I saw how you were while talking to him.”

"No Jimin, I don't feel anything for Namjoon." You said it without thinking about it. Jimin arched eyebrow.

"You sure about that? Or you’re just telling me that to not hurt me?"

“Jimin...”

"I'm in love with you since we met in junior high school." Jimin cut off you words and said. You widened your eyes, staring at him, stepping back, pulling back far enough to see him better, but not taking you arms from his shoulders. “You have no idea how I hated it every time you cried over that asshole. And when you left because of him... Damn... He was such a jerk to you ten years ago and today he was there, staring at you like… like he had a chance to put his hands back on you, and it left me... it makes me possessed.” He sighed, his jaw clenched tightening his fingers on your waist. “I just don't want you to get hurt again, (Y/N).” He said staring into your eyes, seriousness in his eyes. “And I don't want to hurt myself either.”

"I would never hurt you, Jimin." You said with low eyebrows, touching his face and caressing him. "I really didn't know that you… I didn't know you liked me… Back then I never thought anyone would ever like me…"

"Because you were stupid enough to hear someone else's comments, (Y/N). You were beautiful, you are beautiful. And any man who has ever passed in your life who has failed to stay, is because they are all assholes, because besides you being beautiful on the outside, you're wonderful on the inside…" He looked away. "If only I had the chance to make you stay with me…"

"You have." You said interrupting him. Jimin looked at you again. "You have this chance, and you're wasting it talking about the past that won't change, but the future can be changed, it's just up to you."

He brought one hand to the back of your neck, kissing you fiercely. His tongue explored your mouth and his fingers almost pierced your skin in a grip that wasn't uncomfortable at the moment, but you knew the next day would leave purple marks on your skin, but fuck it, you weren’t caring about it.

You two parted the kiss, giving three pecks, then looked at each other and started laughing as if you had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

“Finally oh my god.” He said laughing out loud.

The night would not end there. You stopped drinking, paid the bill and left the bar. You were both drunk to drive, so you just left Jimin's car there and walked back to the hotel. You had already taken off your heels and your hair was all messed up, just like the makeup you had done. No more lipstick on your lips and your mascara was messed, but none of that mattered to both of you. Jimin's hair was also all messed up and it made him even sexier, so every time you looked at him, you kissed him.

The walk to the hotel that was supposed to take less than an hour took almost three hours, because you always stopped to kiss against a wall, deviated the way, immersed in your joy while singing and dancing songs like Glad you came and All the Small things.

When you get to your room, after he locks the door behind you, you jumped into Jimin's lap that carried you to the bed, where he laid you down and climbed over you, taking off his shirt and tossing it somewhere. He lifted your dress and stroked your thighs, pushing his hips against yours, letting his cock brush your pussy over your panties. You tucked your fingers in his hair, messing them up even more as he ran kisses down your neck, leaving wet red marks everywhere his lips touched.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and spun on the bed, getting over him. Jimin sat with you on his lap, kissing your neck, his hands on your waist, making you move back and forth on his lap. You threw your head back, giving more room for him to kiss you as you brought your hands to your back, unzipping your dress, dropping it to your waist.

"Your breasts are beautiful." He said pulling your bra down, holding your breasts and giving kisses over them, making you moan and smile at the same time. You put your hand under you, holding his member over his pants and stroking it while the other hand stayed in his hair.

After unbuttoning your bra and tossing it to the floor, Jimin spun on the bed and laid your back on the mattress and knelt between your legs, pulling your dress down. You put your two feet on his shoulders and smirked. Jimin smiled wickedly, his eyes covered with desire, and his fingers landed on your panties, sliding it over your legs before throwing it to the floor.

“Just look how wet you are.” He whispered looking at your pussy. He stroked the entrance with two fingers, making you arch your back. He smiled and ran his wet fingers up your clit, watching calmly as you threw your head back and moaned at the contact of his cold fingers with your warm intimacy. “Say my name.” He asked softly, making your body shiver.

"Jimin." You moaned in a hoarse voice, making Jimin's cock roll inside his underwear.

"Fuck. Say it again."

"Jimin, please" You moaned again, squinting. Satisfied, Jimin lay on the bed with his head between your legs. When his tongue touched you, you moaned loudly as he brushed your pussy with his tongue and sucked your clit, making you even more aroused. You lightly gripped his hair while trying your best to keep your hips still, but it was almost impossible. You wanted more. “Please.” You whispered and Jimin laughed against your pussy, making you arch your back when his breath met your clit.

Suddenly he got up and lay beside you on the bed.

“Come here, sit on my face." He said, and you were confused for a few seconds, wondering if you should do that, but the alcohol in your blood wouldn't let you say no. You got up and crawled over to him, climbing on top of him and resting your hands on the headboard. As soon as his tongue touched you, you pressed your fingers to the headboard and threw your head back.

“God.” You moaned. His hands caressed your body until they were resting on your breasts, caressing them, squeezing them, gently pinching your nipples, until you cannot hold and move on his mouth. You could feel your orgasm coming and as soon as you opened your eyes and looked down, meeting those eyes full of desire, your pussy contracted, missing something. Your breathing started to grow heavy and you couldn't take your eyes off him, so sexy between your legs, lust spilling through his eyes, his hungry mouth swallowing all of you. "Jimin," you cried as you felt the orgasm hit you, making Jimin growl as he heard you moan his name.

You gasped and swallowed, his hands went to your hips and you fell back beside him. He stood for a moment just to take off his last pieces of clothing, but soon he was over you again. He kissed you, letting you taste yourself, positioning himself and finally burying himself in you, grunting all the way until he was totally inside you.

"Fuck, baby." He said moving his hips slowly toward yours. "All these years, always wondering what it would be like to have you just for me and now ... God ... I love it."

His movements increased. One of his hands gripped your thigh as he thrust into you, staring into your eyes. You pulled his neck and kissed him hard. His movements grew stronger and your screams were drowned out by his mouth on yours. Your body arched on the bed as he gripped your shoulders and stuck his face into your neck, moving his hips hard against yours.

“Oh my god, Jimin. Yes.”

“Yes babe? You like that, hm?” He asked rising above you, gripping the headboard with one hand while the other held your waist.

“Harder, babe.”

Jimin smirked. He then grabbed your waist, spinning you over on the bed and laying you face down. He held your arms outstretched on the bed and slammed into you, making you scream, not even caring that the walls were thin and you had neighbors up, down, in front, and on either side who could wake up with your screams of pleasure.

"Fuck," you shouted, feeling your whole body tremble, with orgasm engulfing you.

"You like it hard," he growled as he thrust hard. He knew you had already come, he felt your pussy clenching around him, but he was unable to stop, taken by the pleasure of doing something he had waited for so long. One of his hands went under you and touched your clit. You were sensitive, you wanted him to stop, but at the same time you didn't want to. You felt your legs weaken, but Jimin's loud moans made you even more aroused. Having him on top of you, penetrating your pussy, going deep, making you go to heaven and hell at the same time, was the best feeling you could ever feel.

“Oh shit." He gasped, resting both hands beside your body on the bed and thrusting hard until he finally let out a grunt and fell on you, his breath heavy and sweat dripping down his face as he came inside you. "My goodness, you will be my death." He said smiling, making you laugh too and give him a peck. "Fuck, I didn't use a condom." He said getting up and hovering over you as you turned to stand with your back on the mattress.

"I use an IUD, I won't get pregnant, don't worry. And I'm clean, you're the first guy I've fucked in 10 years without a condom."

"I don't care if you get pregnant." He said with a shrug. "I would like to have a child with you."

"My goodness, Jimin. We just had sex for the first time. I think talking about children is a little early, but yeah I would also like to have a child with you." You said smiling and he laughed lying over you and giving you kisses over your face.

"How about we take a shower and get ready for another round?"

The next day, Jimin stayed in your room until the afternoon, when he had to go out to get his car and also to get ready for the party. You were nervous, nervous about having to be in the same place as all those people again knowing that most of them hated you at school just because you were smarter than them and not because you did something bad. But with luck, they wouldn't even remember who you were. You would just stay there for a while, greet your former teachers, and then leave to be with Jimin.

Yeah, Jimin. He was what mattered on this trip.

You wore a wine dress that was not too short, it caught just above your knees and put on a black high heel. You didn't overdo your makeup because you didn't want to get attention and waited anxiously for half past eight when Jimin knocked on your door to take you to the ball. The ball would take place in a ballroom a few blocks away. When Jimin parked the car, you watched all those people going in and you recognized most of them, your former classmates who mocked you for pimples on your face. You hated them.

"If you don't want to come in, we don't have to. We can leave." Jimin said calmly by his side. You denied it.

"Its okay. I want to do this."He nodded and so you left, you put your arm around his arm and so walked to the entrance where everyone had to sign a presence notebook. The room was large and decorated in gray, red and black. There were balloons on all sides, the tables had white and red roses on them, and there was a red carpet right in the middle of the room that led up a staircase to the improvised stage. There were tables in the back of the room with food and drink, there was a bar where a bartender was to make mixed drinks.

Jimin found an empty table in the corner of the room, it was a more reserved place so you sat down. It didn't take long for some people to start looking at you, wondering who you were, but you just ignored them by continuing to talk to Jimin. Attention came out of you as Namjoon entered the room, followed by his old group of friends from school. They were still as popular as before. He looked toward you and smiled waving at you before walking and sitting at a table right in front of the stage. Of course. He always liked the attention.

Shortly after nine o'clock, finally the doors were closed and the ceremony would begin. Your former chemistry teacher, Jongdae, was the one who got on stage to start talking. His speech was not long, but you panicked when on the screen behind him came a picture of the class of 2008, your class. You were in the background as always, wearing your round glasses, and Jimin was by your side in the picture, with his arm around your neck. You remembered that day. You hated taking pictures because you felt uncomfortable, so he hugged you so you could felt better. He always took care of you.

He then started calling the old students one by one to the stage to talk about their lives now and then you became even more worried. You didn't know you would have to talk on a stage with all those people watching you. Namjoon was the next person he called, and everyone clapped as he got up and walked elegantly to the stage.

"Kim Namjoon. The president of the class of 2008. How is your life? What have you been doing these 10 years?"

"First, hello everyone. Mr. Jongdae is a pleasure to see you after all this time." He said taking the microphone, waving to the audience and then shaking Jongdae's hand. "Well, I majored in law and I'm a lawyer. But I'm working to be a judge in the future."

"Wow, I knew you would be great in your future, Namjoon. Congratulations." Jongdae congratulated him. "But I believe your love life has evolved too, right?"

"Not much actually." He said smiling, bewildered. "I don't have much time to date and I can't find any girl who fits my standards either. It is very rare to find a girl who is smart and not spoiled today. Most of the girls I date just want to be with me for my money and I don't want someone to be with me for my bank account but for the person I am. So I'm pretty lonely." The audience – the women actually – did a ‘Own’ when they heard him say that, while Jimin just rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I mean, I found one a long time ago, but I was a jerk with her." And his eyes fell on you. making you frown.

"Why the hell is he looking at you?" Jimin asked quietly, annoyed.

"I was a kid, I played with her feelings, I broke her heart and made her cry. Today I regret so much that i was so bad for her. And I think if I hadn't done that, today we could being married and having children because I've always liked her so much. I still like her, to tell the truth. " He confessed and you widened your eyes, covering your mouth with your hands in surprise, as Jimin clenched his fists, looking toward Namjoon as if at any moment he would jump his neck to kill him. "If she gave me another chance, I could show her that I'm not the same asshole I was before."

"I will kill him." Jimin said threatening to get up, but you held him so that he remained seated.

"Hey, calm down." You whispered.

"Can't you see he's trying to make you change your mind about him?" He whispered back, pointing accusingly at the stage where Namjoon was still talking to Jongdae.

"No matter what he's trying to do, Jimin, I already said he doesn't matter in my life and I just want you. So please don't make a scandal.” Seeing the sincerity in your eyes, Jimin sighed and nodded, mentally ordering his heart to calm down. So he leaned back in his chair and looked back at the stage, seeing Namjoon coming down from it and sitting at his desk, quiet, as if he hadn’t just ‘declared’ himself to someone.

"Okay, next on our interview list is my favorite student. (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." When he said your name, you shrank back in your chair, with your head on Jimin's shoulder, waiting for him to think you were gone, while the other people looked around for you. "I know you're here, (Y/N). No need to be embarrassed." Jongdae smiled sweetly on the stage, also looking around for you. He was always a great teacher, always tried to defend you against the stupid students, you liked him.

"If you don't want to go, fine." Jimin whispered to you. "But if you choose to go, if you need help, just look at me. I'll be here all the time."

You sighed and nodded. Finally taking courage, you stood up and everyone stared at you in silence. You could see that many were surprised to see you, because most of them had not recognized you. Your former teacher smiled as you walked down the red carpet toward the stage. He even offered his hand to help you up the stairs.

"Here's my dear (Y/N). One of the best students I've ever had and still being my favorite. From the amount of intelligence in your brain I venture to say that you've become a scientist."

He handed you a microphone, and you took a deep breath before answering.

"Actually, I'm an architect." You said smiling at him, not wanting to look at the audience.

"This is as amazing as being a scientist. But tell me, you weren't at the prom. I remember the principal informed you that you had taken your degree and left school early."

"Yeah, I ended up having to move in with my aunt sooner than I expected."

"Excuse me." A girl's voice caught your eye, making you look at the audience. A blonde girl, you didn't remember her name exactly, but you knew she was one of those who bullied you, has a hand up. "I don't remember you. You shouldn't be very popular because I remember everyone and…"

"I wasn’t popular." You interrupted her. "I was the round glasses girl you mocked." You said pointing to yourself in the picture on the screen behind you, making them start muttering. At a glance you can see Namjoon lowering his head.

“What about your love life, (Y/N)? Is there anyone who has won your heart?” Jongdae asked, changing the subject. You looked at Jimin. He smiled and nodded, as if he knew what you wanted to say and giving you permission to speak.

"Yes, I have a boyfriend." You said, and just as Jimin smiled proudly, Namjoon lifted his head at once, staring at you with confusion on his face.

"That's wonderful. And is he here?" The teacher asked excitedly and you looked back at Jimin who again nodded, giving you permission to speak.

"Yes, he is. You know him. He was from the 2008 class too." And confused murmurings came from among the people who were there, wondering who this boy was. Namjoon was restless, looking at you like you had thrust a knife into him.

"Really? Then call him. I'm interested in meeting the lucky one."

"Babe." You called for Jimin who got up happy and proud to be introduced to all those assholes he hated, like his boyfriend. He walked excitedly across the carpet, and climbed onto the stage, stopping by your side, hugging you around the waist. Jongdae grinned at the sight of him.

"But of course it would be Park Jimin. You were always together at school.. Even those who didn't know you knew you would end up together."

"Yeah, I'm the luckiest guy in the world." Jimin said giving you a kiss on the forehead, making you embarrassed and hiding your face in his chest.

During the time you were at the party, you kept as far away from Namjoon as possible. You didn't want to talk to him, and tried not to let others get close to you either. You told Jimin that you would go to the bathroom and then wanted to leave, so he went to wait for you in the car. When you came out of the bathroom, you almost had a heart attack by bumping into Namjoon who was waiting for you at the door.

"What the fuck, Namjoon!" You exclaimed stepping back and stepping away from him.

"I didn't mean to scare you, sorry." He said and by his voice you realized he was a little drunk. "I just wanted to talk to you."

"We have nothing to talk about." You said walking past him, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Hey …"

"Why are you doing this? You like me, so why are you kicking me to stick with that dwarf project?"

"First, let me go." You said pulling your arm hard, letting go and stepping back away from him. "Second, I don't like you, Namjoon. I did like you ten years ago, when you placed a bet with your friends that you could kiss the weird nerd and break her heart."

“I was a jerk, okay? A kid. I should never have done that… I went to school the next day to apologize to you, but you weren't there, and the other day, I went to your house and your parents said you had moved ... I was an asshole, I just ... I'm sorry.”

“It doesn't matter to me anymore, Namjoon. I don't care about you or your apologies. I'm a fucking grown woman, I don't keep past hurts and I know what I want, and I want nothing to do with you.” You said. Namjoon seemed taken aback by your words, his cheeks reddening as if embarrassed, as if he didn't expect you to sound so rude. And without further ado, you walked away, past the people in the hall and out.

You were walking toward the car that was in the parking lot when someone grabs your arm, forcing you to stop and turn back. Namjoon was really upset.

"You can't be serious. I pretty declared myself to you on that stage."

"I don’t care, damn it. Let me go." You said trying to break free, but he just held you tighter.

"I won't let you go until you tell me ..." He didn't finish what he was saying as Jimin's fist connected with his cheek, causing Namjoon to let you go and fall back on the floor, grunting.

Jimin hugged you, pulling you against his chest as your body tremble.

"Never put your hands on her again, Namjoon." He shouted angrily. "You will never make this girl suffer again."

Namjoon's friends showed up to help you get up while you and Jimin got in the car and drove away.

The ride back to the hotel was quiet, and when you reached your room and sat on your bed, Jimin stroked your hair.

"Are you alright?”

You smiled and nodded.

"Just tired. Can we sleep?"

"Of course dear."

A month had passed since you had returned from the trip. You and Jimin tried to talk to each other every day, but it wasn't always possible. You missed him. There were days when you couldn't even work properly, just wondering when you could see him again.

It was raining. It was a Friday night and Hoseok had called you to sleep at his house to watch movies, but you preferred to stay home and try to talk to Jimin, but he just didn't answer the phone.

You sighed hopelessly and flopped onto your back in the sofa, thinking. That's when your doorbell rang and you sat at once, staring at the door. Who was there at that time? You got up and walked to the door, looking through the peephole. You screamed when you saw who was there, soaking wet.

"Jimin." You shouted opening the door and jumping on the boy, not caring that he was all wet. He laughed and accepted your hug with pleasure, squeezing you tightly.

"Surprise." He said still laughing, putting you on the floor.

"What are you doing here? I mean, I'm glad you are, but you could have told me. I could have picked you up... What are all these bags?" You asked when you realized that he was surrounded by suitcases.

"Well... Remember I told you my boss wanted to transfer me to one of his branches to be vice president?" You nodded. "Well, the branch is here, in this city ... So I technically live in this city from today on. And well... I kind of don't have a place to live yet, and I was wondering if I can't live with you for a few days... "

"A few days? Of course not Jimin, you'll live here forever. With me. Of course you can stay here. Oh my god, I love you." You screamed jumping on him again and filling him with kisses.

“I love you too, babe.” He said giving you a kiss that made your whole body heat up. "Now we can come in and make a baby, what do you think?"

"It’s the best idea I heard today."

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Feline instinct | k.th

Request: Badboy Tae and Shy oc enemies to lovers? Ps ur work is soooooooooo amazing

Pairing: Leopard hybrid! Taehyung x Cheetah hybrid! Reader

Genre: Fluff, hybrid!au, Enemies to lovers!au, Roommates!au

Word Count: 6.4 k

TW: Strong language as always

“Why are you still here?” You jumped at the sound of your coworker’s voice, turning around to face her with the sponge in your hand. It was way past your working time and nobody was supposed to be in the café since everyone had already went home apart from you. The room full of shiny tables was illuminated by the lamps on the ceiling since outside the light sun was no longer there. You looked at her with wide eyes, ears perked up in your head for the surprise.

“God, why would you scare me like that.” You responded, hissing lightly before turning back to clean the small table in the corner of the room. She was already wearing her own clothes, meanwhile you had still on your apron. Confusion was pasted on her face as she looked down on her watch before opening her mouth to speak again.

“It’s ten past nine, shouldn’t you already be at home? Your shift ended one hour ago.” She said, moving to sit down on the table that you were currently scraping with your small sponge.

“You should be at home too, why are you here?” You asked back, sighing softly before sitting I front of her – wiping your wet hands on the white piece of cloth that you had wrapped tightly around your waist.

“I forgot my phone in the kitchen so I came back to take it.” She said and you nodded, yawning before explaining yourself.

“I’ll go home in an hour and a half.” You told her and she looked at you even more confused than before.

“But...Why? Troubles with your boyfriend?” She looked at you with her wide eyes and her own ears perked up in curiosity. Dog hybrids were the noisier types.

“What boyfriend?” You asked her confused, but she just shrugged.

“You always have a male scent all over you so I guessed that it was your boyfriend.” She explained but you shook your head.

“My roommate will go to work at 10 pm, I don’t plan on meeting him when I come home.” You explained and she stood up, heading to the kitchen ready to prepare a coffee for you.

You silently thanked her for that, feeling the need to put something hot in your stomach. Everyone knew that felines hated to be cold.

“So what’s the deal with your roommate? You don’t get along? She asked crossing her arms as she waited for the dark liquid to fill the small white cup.

“I don’t even know why I decided to live with him. I guess that it’s a comfortable position and the rent isn’t that expensive but he’s just…unbearable.” You took the hot cup that she had placed in the table in front of you and you smiled at her – blowing on his before touching the coffee with your lips, to see if it was too hot to drink or not.

“Is he an hybrid as well?” As those words left her mouth, you sighed.

“He’s a leopard.” You said, already knowing what she was about to say.

“I mean...What’s the problem? Aren’t you a leopard too?” You grumbled at her words, shaking your head with a pout in your face.

“I’m a cheetah.”

“Isn’t it the same thing?” She added innocently and you looked at her annoyingly, shaking your head one again.

“We’re the complete opposite. I’m fast, he’s slow. I like fish, he likes meat. I’m tidy, he’s messy. I’m quiet, he’s loud. His scent it’s so irritating you have absolutely no idea.” She furrowed her brows at your words and you gulped a large sip of coffee before responding her question.

“Why are you still his roommate if you can’t even stand him?”

“The bill isn’t affordable by myself, we’re staying together because we both work in the same area. We thought it would be easy because I work during the day and he works as a bartender during the night.” She nodded slowly as you spoke, before talking again.

“So you never see each other?”

“On the weekend but I don’t really like staying outside of my room. You know how we are. We don’t like staying with other people. He, on the other hand, is something else. Always hanging out with his friends, coming home with tons of different scents on himself. I get headaches when he does.” You said, already grumbling at the thought of him.

“Why don’t you speak to him about it?” She asked and you chuckled.

“He likes to drive me insane, that little shit.” Standing up to wash the cup after you finished your coffee, your friend followed you – continuing to talk while you wet your hands on the sink.

“I guess it’s just a feline instinct. He feels a competition between us.” You shrugged and she laughed, hugging you before speaking up.

You knew that dog hybrids were touchy so you weren’t shocked by her sudden skinship.

“I think you two would eventually go along. Just give it a bit of time.” You smiled faintly at her before stretching your arms.

“Just go home, don’t worry about him. You’ve been working since this morning. Just go and rest.” She caressed your shoulder and you nodded – feeling like you should’ve taken her advice.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Taking off your apron you headed towards your cabinet – taking off your bag before saying goodbye to your coworker and going back home.

You wished Taehyung wouldn’t have been at home when you arrived, but after opening the front door, the irritating scent of him came all over you – indicating that he still hadn’t left the apartment and you had to deal with him until he went out.

Throwing your bag on the couch, you lied down – closing your eyes to relax, only to be interrupted a couple of seconds later.

“You stink Y/N, go take a shower.” His low voice came to your ears and for a moment you tried to restrain yourself from yelling at him.

“I don’t stink.” You replied but he scoffed, looking at himself in the mirror.

“You smell like a dog.” At his words you opened your eyes, looking at him as he got ready to head out. You were sure that smelling like your coworker was far better than having on your body his scent.

You weren’t going to lie; Taehyung was one of the hottest guys you had ever laid your eyes on.

His body was built, his hair was dark and covered partly his eyes and his lips were always rosy and moisturized. A cigarette was held tightly in between them and grey clouds of smoke were coming out of his nostrils as he buttoned up his shirt.

“Stop smoking inside the house. How many times do I have to tell you that I hate that smell.” You got up, glaring at him and he chuckled – blowing a cloud of smoke towards you, causing you to cough.

“God, I can’t stand you.” You muttered before heading towards your room, locking the door behind your shoulders.

He loved to tease you, driving you crazy by doing things that you hated – like pouring sugar on your glass of water even though you hated sweet stuff, or turning on the speaker on his phone when he listened to music, although he knew that you preferred to stay in a quieter environment.

You couldn’t say that you didn’t reply back to his teases, since before you had ruined plenty of his shirt by accidently throwing them on the washing machine along with your red sweaters – turning them into lovely pink clothes. The one between you two was an open war that started as soon as you two started to live together.

You weren’t sure about the reason; it could be both the difference between your personalities or the fact that you two were predators – big cats that despite the differences, were both hunters and powerful.

Throwing yourself on the bed, you stared at the white ceiling with sleepy eyes – feeling tired and completely done after the week of work that you had just experienced.

Your room was completely tidy and clean, differently from the rest of the house that looked like a mess thanks to the leopard who was currently getting ready for a night out. You slept on a king size bed, covered in warm blankets that you used to create a small forts every night – enjoying the warmth that you could feel in it. Every morning you also woke up with the light of the sun, that reflected a nice sunspot on your bed filtered by the window. It was truly your safe house.

Closing your eyes and wrapping yourself around the soft blankets that surrounded your body, you let out a small purr at the comfort of your mattress before starting to doze off and eventually to fall asleep.

However, the relaxing time didn’t continue for long and you found yourself groaning in displeasure at the sound of giggles and moans a bunch of hours later.

You opened your eyes, watching the clock that laid untouched on your desk and a loud growl came out of your throat at the sight of the time.

It was currently 3:38 am and you had just been awakened by the sound of your roommate having sex with some random girl that he had brought home after his shift at the club where he worked. It wasn’t like he had never done that before, you were aware of the fact that Taehyung wasn’t exactly so pious – he liked to go out, drink and sleep with different girls – but you never cared much about it as long as that didn’t stand in your way.

The high pitched cries irritated you but, you weren’t going to lie – Taehyung’s low moans were starting to turn you on the more you listened to them.

You could smell the scent of arousal mixed with Taehyung’s hormones from your bed, but you tried to shake it away from your nose before covering your head with a pillow and falling asleep again.

The next morning your shift at work began later than the usual, so you took the time to get up slowly and prepare yourself a coffee while sitting in the couch with crossed legs and a book in your hand. It was peaceful and the silence that surrounded you was almost dream-like, causing you to think for a moment that Taehyung had left the house earlier.

Nothing seemed to bother you, until a loud gasp attracted your attention, making you look up annoyingly from the book. The girl that had spent the night with Taehyung was currently standing in front of his room, half naked with a shocked expression stamped on her face. She had two dark ears on her head and a black tail that moved quickly behind her legs. You guessed that she was some kind of wolf hybrid, considering her strong – but not stronger than yours – scent.

“Who the fuck are you?” She snapped at you and you raised your eyebrow at her audacity, without replying back. Taehyung was already hurrying out from his bed to get her, so you let him do all the work without bothering.

Taking a sip of your coffee you looked at the girl that was still waiting for an answer as Taehyung grabbed her shoulders, looking at you with apologetic eyes and messy hair. He wasn’t wearing anything apart from his sweatpants, but you tried to divert your eyes – not looking at his shirtless body.

“Baby I think you should go.” His low, morning voice spoke up but the dark haired wolf hybrid was still glaring at you without moving or changing her stance.

“You never told me that you had a girlfriend! I thought you brought me here because you liked me!” She said, screaming in a high pitched voice that made you furrow your brows in annoyance. Taehyung was trying to deal the situation with politeness, but you could tell that he was annoyed too. Maybe this wasn’t worth a good fuck.

“She’s-“ He tried to talk, pulling her back inside his room to get her in another place far from you – scenting your annoyance with his great sense of smell.

“I don’t care who she is! You told me so many nice things yesterday and now I’m finding out that you have some bitch living in your house.” She was livid as she screamed but as soon as the word bitch left her mouth Tahyung stepped out, furrowing his brows at her.

“Hey, watch your mouth.” You smirked as those words came to your ears, setting down the cup of coffee in front of you before standing up – looking at the two in front of you seriously.

The girl stepped back at your movement, hitting Taehyung’s chest, and the boy stared at you without saying anything.

A low growl came out of your throat and you could hear a small whine coming out of her.

Walking towards her, you stopped when she was standing in front of you and with a small smile you opened your mouth – letting her hear your voice for the first time.

“Listen up wolfie. You have exactly five seconds to go out of my apartment before I get pissed off.” She tried to put on a brave face by scoffing, not managing to hide the scent of fear that her body emanated.

“O-Or what? Tae brought me here, who are you to tell me to go away?” She said and you looked up at Taehyung, meeting his dark eyes with your before facing the girl once again – snarling at her.

“I’m his girlfriend so get the fuck out of my house before I show you what a cheetah can do to a wolf.” You growled and this time, her whine came loudly to your ears as she walked back to Taehyung’s room to pick her things up before going out of your apartment with her tail between her legs.

As this scene happened, Taehyung stared you down – shocked to see this side of you and smirking to himself as the word boyfriend went out of your mouth.

That was hot.

As soon as the door closed shut, a warm chuckle made you roll your eyes and turn around, to pick up your book and your empty cup before heading towards the kitchen.

“Boyfriend uh?” He teased, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen as you washed the cup without looking at him in the eyes.

“Just thank me and shut the hell up.” You muttered, making him chuckle again.

“I mean…I could handle her pretty well but I’m glad that a feisty cat felt the need to take care of it.” You scoffed at his teasing with a small blushed on your cheeks before turning around and heading towards your room – hurried to go and start your shift at work.

“Go take a shower, you smell like a dog.” You looked at him, sniffing slightly the air and making him laugh before closing the door of your room – blushing even further as his words came to your ears from the other side of the door.

“Whatever you desire, girlfriend.”

“So then he called me girlfriend...Do you believe that?” You muttered angrily as you scraped the dirt off the table – finding yourself in the same situation of the day before, with your coworker sitting on the table next to you as she listened to your tantrum. You had just experienced the worst day of work in your whole life so, the anger wasn’t easy to dissolve.

“I think he likes you a bit.” She said, eyeing you with a small smirk as she leaned against the wall with crossed legs. A couple of clients were still sitting on their table, but the shift was about to end so you felt free to talk a bit with your friend as they waited for whatever they’ve ordered.

“Bullshit. He doesn’t let me even breathe, he loves to make me feel bad.” You answered, looking at her with a soft sigh before taking off your apron and throwing it on the counter.

“Plus, he’s a le-“

“Keep the hybrid shit out of it Y/N, my friend is a wolf and he’s dating a bunny hybrid. As love is in the air who cares about the law of the jungle.” You chuckled at her words and you sat down in front of her, looing at her puppy-like expression.

“Honestly, I don’t hate h-“

“Hey, Kitty!” Your words had been cut off by a loud, low voice behind you and you jumped in your seat by the sudden noise.

Turning around, you faced the costumer in his table where he was sitting with his friends – a cocky expression stamped in his face. Giggles were coming out of his friends as they looked at you, watching the situation as if it was some kind of show.

“Could you bring us a glass of water, pretty please?” He asked and you nodded, looking confused at your coworker before getting up and filling a cup for the man that had asked for it.

They weren’t hybrids and that’s was a huge red flag for you, because humans thought of your workplace with hybrid employees as some kind of fucked up maid café – as if they had the freedom to treat you like you were at their all disposal.

As you laid down the glass of water in front of the boys, you froze at the filling of a hand wrapping around your tail – jerking it quickly and causing you to yelp loudly at the sudden pain.

“The group of boys started to laugh as you jumped back with stoop up ears and flushed face from the anger that they were causing.

A loud growl came out of your throat and their laugh only came out louder, until a hand touched your shoulder, caressing it slowly.

“Hey, don’t worry about it okay? Just go home I’ll deal with them until the end of my shift. Yours ended anyways.” You smiled faintly at your coworker before nodding and taking your bag before heading outside.

Outside the sky was dark and the air chilly - but that wasn't the reason why you were currently shaking with crossed arms and red cheeks: the stress had been too much to handle, and just the thought of coming home and dealing with your Taehyung for the whole weekend was making you sick. You just needed to relax a bit, but that's exactly what you wouldn't get at home.

While you walked home, you tried to erase those thoughts from your head, trying to think about what you could do to avoid complications that weekend, but when you arrived home, you realized that probably none of those options would have worked with Taehyung.

A loud sigh escaped from your lips as you unlocked the door and got in.

You immediately felt his scent, and as you walked to the kitchen to get something to eat, it got stronger.

You threw your bag on the couch, before opening the fridge and taking out your dinner.

"Look who's here, my favorite girlfriend" Taehyung’s voice sounded out - mocking you. His eyes were fixed on the screen of the laptop on the kitchen table.

You breathed, trying to calm down: you didn't reply, hoping that he would get the hint.

You weren't in the mood.

As you waited for your dinner to heat up in the microwave, you walked to your room and changed, putting on your pajama and tying up your hair in a bun. That's when a strong smell of burnt hit your nostrils.

You ran to the kitchen and opened the microwave only to see your burnt food.

"Oh fuck off, that's the only fucking thing I didn't need today" you whispered, and you let the swear words flow off your tongue throwing your dinner in the bin.

Taehyung watched you, and if at first he was amused by the situation, he was getting more and more concerned as he saw you slumping on a chair, your face in your hands. Sniffing lightly the air, he sensed a male scent on you and that’s when he furrowed his brows. It wasn’t the scent of an animal, but the scent of a human.

At first he didn't know what to do. Should he help you? Should he let it go?

You two weren't exactly on good terms but he didn't want you to be in such a bad mood to almost breaking down in front of him.

"What's wrong? " he said quietly as the pushed the laptop out of the way, trying to see if you were crying, but when you got up there weren't tears in your eyes. Still, he could feel the tension and stress.

"I'm so fucking stressed, work's getting more and more tough and I can't seem to get a second of peace even at home. " you said while walking back and forth in the kitchen, your hand running through your hair.

Taehyung felt a bit of guilt piercing him, but he knew what you needed, and it was the same thing he wanted.

"You know what? There's one thing to do when you’re stressed. I had pnas tonight but I guess that doing it here and doing it outside doesn’t really make much of a difference.” he said getting up of his seat with a smirk stamped on his face.

You watched him suspiciously as he brought the laptop out of the room.

"I'm not fucking you, Taehyung. Get it out of your mind" you said annoyed as he came back with hands hidden behind his back, holding your head up with your hand.

A loud laugh escaped from his lips as he responded "I was talking about drinking, Y/N, but in case you want to do other stuff I won't complain " he said winking at you, letting you see amount of beer cans that he had bought.

"I'll stick with drinking, but thank you baby." you said with an obvious exaggerated sweet tone.

You sat down on the couch, Taehyung followed and sat next to you as you opened your first can – closing your eyes and letting every thought out of your mind.

You were at your third beer when things around started to feel clouded.

Your head was spinning a bit, words came out confused out of your mouth, but you couldn't care less.

Taehyung hadn't touched his can, and was telling you about the craziest encounters he had during his nights out. Your tipsy state made everything around you seem hilarious and you were laughing like crazy as he spoke.

"I swear to god I haven't laughed this much in ages" you said stammering between giggles as you looked at your roommate.

He felt a smile come on his face just by looking at you – he had never heard the sound of your laugh and it was almost addicting.

"At least you're crying from laughter, aren't you?" he said looking at you with a small smile.

After a couple of hours passed drinking beers, Taehyung brought in the living room some other bottles of alcohol that you didn’t bother to read – drinking the transparent liquid despite not knowing what it was.

You tried to pour it in a cup but you completely missed it, spilling it on the table.

"Jeez you really can't handle alcohol. " he laughed at you, wiping the liquid off with a cloth as you giggled drunkenly while looking at him.

You seemed free, completely empty-minded and happy as you smiled at his words.

"I-It's not true, I can handle it better than you, fucker" you mumbled, and he couldn't help but shake his head "Whatever you say, Y/N”

"Then start drinking and we'll see how much you'll last" you said while pushing a shot in his hands. The boy took it while looking at you and swallowed it in the blink of an eye.

You two kept on drinking whatever Taehyung has put on the table, and your words were becoming more and more confused as time passed.

You kept on laughing at whatever the other was saying, and for a second you forgot that he was the same boy you hated not even an hour earlier. Alcohol made you less boring and way clingier than how you usually were, so as you head leaned onto Taehyung’s shoulder, the boy couldn’t help but smile with a small shake of his head.

"You know, you don't even seem that bad when you're not growling at me" he said with a smile on his lips, and you couldn't help but to admit he looked adorable with his glossy big eyes.

"You're not that bad yourself when you don't try to make my life feel like hell" you answered with a small yawn, but for a second Taehyung really thought he had hurt you with his behavior.

You sensed the change of his mood by the smell of his scent, so keeping your eyes closed you you added.

"It’s not that bad. I mean it can get really funny and absurd when your hot roommate is a cheeky mess."

You weren't thinking about what you were saying, you just mumbled those words loud enough for him to hear them and he looked at you with wide eyes. He knew that you were completely drunk but his heart started beating faster nevethless.

"So...You don't hate your hot roommate?" he said shamelessly while grinning.

"No Taetae. I don't hate you." you said feeling extremely tired by the amount of drinks that you had ingested, and he let out a soft laugh "I think the main reason why I didn't grow fond of you is because we're totally opposites. And people with opposites behaviors and habits tend to not get along." You added but he was quick to respond.

"But opposites attract, don't they? " he said while looking at you with the softest eyes and a genuine smile on his rosy lips.

Opening your eyes you looked at him, finding his gaze already on you and you stayed still for a moment. He started feeling something in his chest as you stared at each other and both seemed to drown in each other.

The contact broke when something came to his mind, and quietly he asked.

"Why did you have a male scent on you?" The question came out as a whisper and you tensed at the memory of the early shift at work.

Taehyung felt it, and added "Is it why you feel so tense?" His hand was brushing yours on the couch as you finally spoke, feeling safe in his presence.

"Yeah...earlier at work some people didn't seem to understand the fact that harassing hybrids is not okay". As soon as you let that out his hold tightened and his lips twitched a bit, before curling back in a small smile.

''You don't have to worry. You're a cheetah, one of the most beautiful and powerful species of predators. You have the ability to defend yourself, you just have to learn to make people respect you. You don't deserve to be treated like that". You blushed at his sweet tone, and at the words he used to describe you. Beautiful.

You smiled back at him and without noticing you let out a quiet yawn, your hand still on his.

"We should probably go to bed...it's almost 2 a.m. " he said while looking at the clock on the wall behind you.

You nodded and tried to get up, but your legs apparently didn't want to cooperate, so you ended up slipping on the ground.

A loud laugh escaped both your mouths, and it didn't seem to stop as you both kept on laughing at your drunken state.

He helped you get up and suddenly you felt him picking you up, an arm around your waist and one one under your legs.

He chuckled as you let out a yelp and he said "Jeez you're wasted. You can't even walk".

You kept om giggling as he tried to get you to your room without collapsing.

The warmth of his body was something new, and suddenly his scent felt much more comfortable and good, almost intoxicating.

You leaned in his chest and inhaled his scent, and he couldn't help but smirk as he noticed.

He laid you down on your bed covering you up with your blanket.

"Sweet dreams, baby. And if those bad guys try to bother you again, they'll have to deal with a leopard.".

You laughed at those words, that in your head sounded more like a joke,

“Sure Tae, goodnight.” You replied with a chuckle before closing your eyes and instantly falling asleep.

But he wasn't joking. From now on he would have protected you. He didn't know how, or why, but something snapped in him that night. Something that felt so good to him.

Hetook your hand in his, brushing your knuckles with his thumb, and left your room with a soft smile, after inhaling your sweet scent before closing the door.

Ever after that night spent with Taehyung, the relationship between you two changed completely.

Every day you woke up with a cup of coffee with no sugar inside already prepared on the kitchen table. The fridge was always stocked with fish and you tried to buy more meat for him, so that you two could eat both without having to insult each other’s favourite food. The heater inside the apartment was turned on more and you noticed that Taehyung would change it every time he saw you shivering while walking around the house. Living with him was starting to feel more like luck than misfortune.

That morning you woke up with the alarm of your phone, ready to have breakfast and head to work – where your friend was probably waiting to hear how things were going between you and Taehyung.

“Good morning.” You muttered with a small yawn as you noticed Taehyung’s presence on the couch.

“Morning.” He said in response while looking up from his phone.

“Why’re you up so early? You came home late yesterday.” You asked drinking your daily cup of coffee.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He shrugged and you nodded, thinking about the changes that he had made after you got drunk. You remembered clearly what had happened but you hadn’t talked about how you had called him hot, or how you had confessed that you didn’t hate him, not even one bit.

“I’m going” you said as he got up from the couch – walking towards the window where he lighted up a cigarette before blowing the smoke outside. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and he looked like a god as he brushed his long hair back – keeping in mind that you hated the smell of smoke.

You stood there, looking at him in awe until he noticed that you were watching him – giving you a questioning look.

You shook your head before saying bye and you headed outside as soon as you could, feeling heat coming to your cheeks.

The more he cared about you, the more you fell for him.

“So, you’re basically in love.” You punched lightly the arm of your now almost best friend as you confessed what had happened in the morning – cheeks still red from the embarrassment

When you had told her what had happened during the weekend, she couldn’t help but smile – already sensing some feelings coming from you towards him.

“I’m sure that you two will end up together.” You shook your head at her, taking the beverages from a table while cleaning up. She was standing at the counter of the café, talking to you as you brought the dishes in the kitchen while your costumers ate happily the food and drank the beverages that you served.

“Shut up. He’s just kind because I basically told him that he made my life seem like hell.” You explained ad she laughed, before looking behind you.

“Do you like him?” She asked without looking at you and you hesitated, before sighing.

“I mean, I think so? I wasn’t feeling like this before but now I think that I kinda do.” You confessed and she smiled, picking up the menu from the counter – giving it to you.

“Well, might as well just tell him now because he’s sitting over there and he’s looking at you.” You froze at her words, widening your eyes before turning around – encountering the gaze of the leopard that was smiling happily at you.

You smiled back, walking towards him – speaking up as soon as you got closer.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, placing the menu in front of him and he just smiled, taking something off his pocket.

“You forgot your phone at home and I decided that I wanted to have breakfast here.” You laughed at his words, taking it from his hands with a thankful look and he looked down on the menu.

“I’ll get your order in a bit okay?” He nodded and you smiled at him before turning around – facing your smirking friend once again.

You ignored her look as you went inside the kitchen to pick up the order of one of the costumers before heading back outside.

“What did he want?” She asked and you showed her your phone without talking, watching as her smirk became bigger on her face.

“So cute.” You rolled your eyes at her and she laughed.

“Shut up.” The ring of the door attracted your attention and as you turned around, your ears perked up – body freezing on the spot.

“Fuck.” Your friend cussed as the boys from the other day came inside the café, one of them smirking at you as he walked closer.

Taehyung sensed the tension from you and as soon as the smell came to his nose, his head perked up – eyes narrowed as he looked around to see what was happening.

“We came back to see my kitty.” He said as he walked closer to the counter where you were placed, moving an arm around your shoulder.

As soon as his skin touched your shoulder, a loud growl resounded around the whole café and you didn’t have to look up to notice who had made it.

You growled as well, moving away from his touch and behind you Taehyung was starting to get up from his table – walking towards you.

Smelling the anger coming from Taehyung’s body, you moved in front of him to stop him from doing anything that could put either you or him in trouble.

“What’s going on? Cat got your tongue?” He teased you as you stayed silent before noticing the broad Leopard hybrid that was standing behind you. He widened his eyes a bit at first – feeling intimidated by his dark gaze and his serious stance, but he tried to hide his feelings.

He probably forgot that hybrid could sense them even if he tried to hide them.

“Who are you?” He asked – his friends watching from the side without talking.

“I’m here fucking boyfriend so you better step away from my girl before I snap you in half.” He said roughly as another growl came out of his mouth and you grabbed his wrist, squeezing it a bit to calm him down.

You friend smiled widely despite the situation but you stayed serious, standing between the two man.

“Dude calm down, she’s just a waitress. It’s all jokes.” You shook your head in disbelief and Taehung brought a hand to your waist – squeezing your skin lightly and breathing heavily to calm himself down.

“You should get out, we don’t stand people who harass our workers here.” Your friend spoke up and the man puffed, ready to talk back when Taehyung snarled at him – causing him to jump back.

“Okay chill, I’m going.” He put his hands up while stepping back before heading outside, followed by his friends.

As soon as the door closed behind the, you let out a huge sigh – relaxing your body and turning around to face Taehyung.

You looked at him in the eyes and he brought his hands around your waist, pulling you against him. You hugged him back, heart beating faster at the touch of his nose on your neck and he smelled your scent deeply before kissing lightly your skin, causing chills to roll down your spine.

“You should go back to your table.” You whispered smiling and he did the same, a grin creating on his face.

“You still haven’t eaten and I think that we already lost too much time…” He nodded as those words came out your mouth before walking back to the table, grinning stupidly without looking away from you. You kneeled down next to him, ready to write down whatever he said and you tried not to blush at the feeling of his face close to yours.

“Did you decide what you want?” You asked with a small giggle trying to ignore the tension and he smiled before nodding.

You felt his hands cup your cheeks and you felt your heart beat faster at his actions. His eyes were stuck on your lips his teeth were biting down on his own as he breathed.

He leaned in, his forehead against your own with shaking breaths.

“You.” His voice wavers, exhilarated from the tension between you as he leaned in brushed your warm lips with his own. You kissed him back, feeling you heart skip a bit and you two pull apart only to take shaky and shallow breaths. You felt the eager as he bit down on you lip while pushing you further against him dropping the notebook on the floor and he held you close to him – hands steady on your neck. You brought your hands in his hair, caressing his ear as a low purr came out of his throat.

It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. You felt his feelings through it and his hands moved, resting below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as your breaths mingles.

“Do you want to go on a date?” He asked as he pulled back, breath still heavy and dreamy eyes.

You chuckled at him, smiling widely at him before speaking up.

“Sure.”

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