#stripper!taemin

[nirvanawrites111]

Say You Love Me (Sub!Jongin x AFAB!Reader)

Word Count: 3727

Pairing: Kim Jongin x Afab!Reader

Genre AU: Male Stripper AU

Summary: Y/n runs No Manners male revue club and is recently divorced from Kim Jongin. But, needs a huge favor so that Y/n doesn't lose money and customers. No pronouns are used but Y/N is afab.

other characters mentioned: Ten, Taemin, Jun, Choi Minho, Leo

Warnings: Smut, sub!Jongin, Stripper club universe, pegging, strong language, oral sex (both rec), cum eating, degradation during sex. Calls Jongin a whore. Also... Jongin calls Y/N Daddy!, fingers (both rec)

Mentions of being with Ten Lee and Taemin. This chapter is just Y/n and Jongin together.

MINORS PLS DO NOT INTERACT. Ty so much!!!

A/n: Not sure if Y/n will have intimate scenes with everyone just yet. But I had to release this part because the sub!Jongin community is pretty dry and I need it for my mental health and clear skin.

Okay, I'm rambling.. also I'm obsessed with LET ME IN by Exo. It's been on repeat since Monday. I even play the slowed version. THE VOCALSSS.

If you enjoy my work please reblog it. I appreciate it!

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

"Where the fuck is Lee Taemin?!" You scream. You swallow hard, and your throat is raw. You walk around the lockers trying to find your main attraction for tonight. 

He knows how vital that headliner spot is. People come from far distances to see him perform.

The last thing you need is to deal with disgruntled customers tonight. 

You see Ten walk past you in a fishnet bodysuit covered in body glitter, and you grab his arm. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?"

Ten turns around with his other hand still gripping the sizeable clear trash bag of dollar bills. "Umm, I'm going to count my money in your office. What's up?" His hisses. 

"Where the fuck is your friend, Taemin?" You ask. 

"Umm.." Ten avoids eye contact and looks down at the floor. "I have no idea."

You step closer to him and are less than an inch away from him. "Look at me, Ten."

His eye contact connects with yours, and he stares at you. "Yes?"

"Where is Taemin?"

"In the parking lot with Jimin."

"Thank you, baby," you pull him closer and kiss him.

You let it linger for a bit, and then you pull away. You head out of the locker room's back door and search the parking lot for the infamous pink Lamborghini. 

You see it in the back of the parking lot and race over to the car with your heels clicking against the pavement. 

You find yourself at the passenger side window and knock on it. Taemin jumps, and grabs his chest. 

"Roll down the window, drama queen!" you yell. You want to yank him out of the car because he has been MIA for the last few hours.

Not to mention he's still in his regular clothes, and his set is coming up soon. 

"Heyyy! Y/n," Taemin greets you. 

The marijuana smoke hits your face before he can say anything else. Both of their eyes are bloodshot red, and you are irritated, to say the least. 

"Get out of the car. You're late for work!" 

Taemin fumbles with the door, and Jimin starts laughing. 

"You look nice. Y/n. Are you hiring by chance?" Jimin asks.

"Fuck, no," you spit. 

You grab Taemin's hand as he gets out of the car. 

"What's up, baby?" Taemin replies. 

 "Don't baby me! I put you on as a solo headliner for tonight and you're literally blowing it. You know I don't let you anyone go up there high or drunk."

"I know. I know. I'm not high though. I was just talking with Jimin about doing some music. He has a producer friend that can get our songs on the radio," Taemin explains. 

"Taemin, I can't let you go on stage like this. Go home."

"What?" Taemin glares at me with glossy eyes. 

"You heard me the first time. You can't come to work like this. It's the rules."

"No, c'mon this night is important."

"I can't give you special treatment just cause we're fucking. You gotta go home."

You sigh in disappointment. You wanted so much more for him. He'd worked so hard to get to that top spot. He was just as much of a crowd favorite as Kai.

Kai's departure was so unexpected. You were left scrambling to replace him.

But, that's when Taemin stepped up to the plate, and helped boost the club back to where it was when Kai was the headliner. 

"Y/n, please. C'mon."

"I said what I said."

You walk away from Taemin because you might say something you regret or can't take back if you say anything else.

You reach into your back pocket. Your hand is shaky as you stare down at your iPhone in your palm. You pull up your phone and dial your ex-husband's number. 

"Hello?"

"Jongin." 

You take a deep breath and almost hang up the phone.

But you're desperate and don't want to disappoint your customers. Especially since tonight is a packed house. 

"Yes?"

"I need a huge favor. Can you perform tonight as the headliner?"

"Y/n, you haven't talked to me in months and now you need me. Sounds like you're in a tough spot. Where's Taemin?"

"I had to send him home." You grab your keyring off your hip and open the back door. You close it behind you. 

"I'll be there in five. But, you owe me, Y/n."

"Yeah. Yeah. Thank you! Jongin."

You know you won't hear the last of it from everybody, but you are the owner of No Manners. You have to do what's best for business and put all personal feelings aside. 

You walk into your office and see Ten counting his money and clipping it together in stacks. 

"Thanks for telling me about Taemin."

"I told him to come in for work, but he doesn't listen."

"He knew how important tonight is for the club. I don't get why he would do that."

"Me either."

"But, Jongin is performing tonight."

“Jongin… Kim Jongin? Here at No Manners?”

"Yeah, he was my last choice. You already did your set tonight. I couldn't make you do a double."

"You know Taemin is going to be pissed about it."

"I don't care honestly."

"Tonight, is about to be interesting."

"Are you doing the VIP room tonight?"

"No, I'm done for tonight."

"Okay."

Ten glares at the door, and you turn around to see Jongin transformed into his alter-ego. 

Kai. 

Your jaw drops when you see him wearing that one outfit you hand-made for him that he refused to wear. His muscular tone body is even more toned than when you last saw him. 

The tan sheer materials cover his body perfectly, and the rhinestone highlights his manhood but still leaves much to the imagination. 

It looks even better than it did a year ago when you had him first put it on. 

"You look.. stunning, Jongin."

"It's Kai for tonight."

"Right," you snap back to earth and nod. "Did you give the DJ your music."

"Yeah, I'm doing a new routine."

"You still dance?"

"Not in clubs. But, I've been playing around with something. Trust me the crowd will enjoy it."

You look down at your watch. "Alright, well. Let me walk you out."

You head out of the office, and Jongin trails behind you. You are curious about what he's been up to since the divorce was finalized, but you're going to mind your business. 

"That outfit looks perfect on you."

"I know."

You and Jongin stand at the metallic string curtains, and you stare out into the crowd. Jun is wrapping up his set, and his music fades out. 

The DJ starts playing the melody of a beat you have never heard. "We got a special treat for you all tonight. Get your dollar bills out. Hell, bring out your 10s 20s and 100 dollar bills for this special guest, tonight. Everyone rise to your feet for the one and only, Kai."

After the DJ says his name, the crowd erupts into cheers, and Kai struts throughout the crowd. He goes up to a lady coming to the club since you first opened it up. 

Kai works his magic and dances on the customer, and she almost falls over. He catches her, and she screams. People start throwing cash at him. 

One of the younger strippers goes with a trash bag and starts picking up his money for him. 

Kai continues making his runs throughout the crowd and gives a couple lucky people, some special attention. He doesn't care the gender. He doesn't discriminate. 

You are quick to remember why he's always been a crowd favorite. 

Kai finally makes his way onto the stage. You watch him, and he whines his hips to the music, and you can almost get lost in his movement. 

You love the way he connects with the crowd. He always focuses on one person and sucks them into whatever he's doing.

Kai goes over to the pole and swings around it. He climbs to the top and slowly comes down.

 He rises up the pole again and swings around it. He drops down into a split, and he climbs up. The light turns off, and I head to the DJ booth, where the music still plays. 

A few moments pass, and then he's just wearing a rhinestone cover g strip. The crowd cheers even louder, and more people move closer to the stage, throwing money at him. Seeing all that money all over him, he works the pole even harder. 

Your jaw drops when you see your ex-husband in action. He's a natural for this lifestyle and the best to ever do it. 

After his set is over and he heads into his dressing room. The younger stripper walks towards his door with two large trash bags of money. 

You grab the money and knock on the door. "Come in!"

You open the door and place the oversized trash bags on the couch. You glance over to see Jongin cleaning the makeup off his face in front of the vanity. 

"Your set was amazing."

"I know. I’m sure you freaked out about the lights going out."

"Yeah, I thought something was wrong."

"You know I always know what I'm doing. You would have just talked me out of it."

"I know. I appreciate it. The club just isn't the same without you."

"I'm sure. You should let me come back."

"You know Ten and Taemin wouldn't like that."

"You're going to let them affect your business like that?"

"No, but things are calm backstage. You know you're a diva."

"You saw my fucking stage, right?" Jongin glares at you, and his gaze on you is stirring something up in you. 

"I did. You're a headliner. You've always been one. Especially since Choi Minho left. You brought something different."

"The crowd eats it up every single time."

"I know. You were amazing. You didn't miss a beat. How's life post stripper life?" You ask and sit down on the couch next to his vanity. 

"I'd be lying if I said it was easy. Too many people recognize me as a stripper. I honestly needed the money, tonight."

"If you needed help, why didn't you call me?"

Jongin laughs at your question. Why would he ask you for help? He shakes his head and wipes the glitter off his neck. 

"We haven't talked in almost five months. I wanted to put this life behind me. I didn't want to be some washed up stripper."

"You're not a washed-up stripper. You're a talented fucking dancer."

"I know but my resume is seven years an exotic dancer with you as my only reference."

"No one has called my phone. You know I would speak highly of you."

"Well, I haven't gotten any offers."

"Something will come. Listen don't worry about giving me any of the money. Keep it," You reply. 

You stand up, and Jongin stands up in front of you. He towers over you slightly by a few inches. You two are standing looking at each other. 

"I miss you."

The words uttered by Jongin feel personal and envelopes you in a way you can't describe. 

You stare into his eyes and brush his hair back from his face. His usual chocolate locks are an ashy gray hue. His beautiful face sparks something deep inside you.

This is still the Kim Jongin that knows all your deepest secrets. The man who held your hand through building this club. You were there for him when he got into dance school. So much history between the two of you. So much has happened. 

Your chest tightens, and you take a deep breath. The words are caught in his throat. 

"I miss you, too. But, we both know that the divorce was for the best."

"Because I wanted to leave this place and you didn't want to let me go. I wanted to grow past the gaze of desire. I want to be taken seriously."

"I hear you. I knew you leaving the club would affect me financially. I wasn't ready to make that move."

"Well, I will be here for the next month. So, tell your little princess Taemin that his spot is taken."

Jongin slides into his baggy jogging pants and grabs the trash bags.

You know that you need Jongin even though it will cause a rift between the other dancers. You know it's best for business. 

***

Jongin sits in his car and stares at the flashing LED light with the club's name, and he sits back in his seat. He wants to drive out of this parking lot and never return. 

But, the way they cheer his name and empty out their pockets for him is something that will have him returning back. 

Jongin arrives at home to his townhome, which is gate operated. He pulls into the front of his house. He grabs his money and heads into his home. He inserts his keys.

He tosses the bags of money at the door. He kicks off his shoes and heads upstairs to take a shower. 

Seeing you was more than emotional. He didn't know how he would respond to you. Nor did he see if he wanted to even talk to you. 

His phone lights up, and he sees a car at his gate. He lifts his phone to see a red Corvette with the top down. He hits the button to open the gate. 

What is it that you want this late? Did you come to say that you no longer need his services?

Jongin heads downstairs and opens the door. He watches you get out of the car and head up the stairs.

Your strapless jean jumpsuit dress hugs your body just right. Your red heels make you a bit taller, but still not taller than him. 

Jongin raises an eyebrow, and you lift your infamous Gucci bag packed with his favorite toys. 

"So, do you want to get fucked out here on your porch or do you want to invite me in?" You ask him. 

"Come in and fuck me."

***

You push Jongin against the couch, and he smirks at how you manhandled him.

You would be a fool to not want to fuck him after seeing him perform tonight. Everybody is probably going home to masturbate after the performance Jongin delivered tonight. 

"Jongin, my pretty boy." You lean forward and sit down on his lap cowgirl style. You whisper against his ear and nibble as you feel him rise underneath you. 

"I'm yours?" Jongin breathes out. 

"For tonight, yes." You reply. You run your red fingernails down the center of his chest. "Can I taste you? Ya know to reward you for doing such a great job tonight."

"Of course, mistress," Jongin moans. 

The aura of this man is so powerful, yet in your presence, this beauty is so submissive to you. No one would ever believe it if you told them. But, you wouldn't care. 

You move down his waist and get down onto the floor. Your knees dig into the soft light carpet supporting you. You reach up to help me get out of those sweaters. His dick springs to action because he isn't wearing any underwear.  

"Damn, you're always so hard for me," you whisper, tracing your fingers along his length.

"Fuck, I've missed you, daddy."

Jongin loves to call you different things whenever you two are intimate, but daddy is the one thing you love the most. He's the only guy to ever do it. 

"Mmm… I haven't heard that name in months." You grab his dick and swirl your tongue around the head. Your core tingles, and you work your mouth up and down on him. 

"Please.." Jongin emits a moan, and it makes your heart flutter.

This was your favorite way to see the real Jongin. With his legs spread for you and moaning and panting. You haven't even really got into it, and already you are bringing him close to his release. 

"Please? What? You like it? Or you want me to stop?" You taunt him. 

"No, please keep going. I'm not going to last," he whimpers. 

Of course, he's not. He always reacts to you so well. You love that about him. It doesn't take a lot for him to come. He's been like this since you two first fucked. 

"You know other people might not like how easily you cum, but I'm honored how fast I can make you come."

"I know.. I'm only like this with you."

You stop and sit up on your knees. You watch his eyes spring open, and he looks down at you. "Why'd you stop?"

"You need to work for that nut, sir." 

You lie back against the carpet with your legs open. Showing him you’re pretty pussy without any underwear.

You want to taste his nut on your tongue, but you want to make him work for it. You know he's always up for a challenge. 

"Eat me until I come, Nini."

Jongin doesn't hesitate, moves down on the floor, and holds onto your legs as his tongue probes your sensitive region. You can feel the heat building inside you as Jongin's skilled tongue works its magic. You moan and writhe under his touch. 

One thing about him is he knows how to please you and will do all he can to ensure you know it.

His tongue explores your slit, and he catches your juices dripping down because of how turned on you are from hearing him moan for you. 

You could get off just from hearing him moan. You have in the past, recorded the audio of two of you having sex and used it for your personal time when you were alone.

Jongin sticks a finger inside you, and your body reacts to him quickly. He pulls it out and sucks it on his finger. You love the sight of seeing feast on you. 

He pushes two fingers inside of you and does the same thing again. "I've missed your sweet taste. Nobody taste like you."

Jongin leans down and kisses your pussy. His soft lips against yours make your body jolt. He is getting lost in pleasing you. Everything he does feels so good.

You can feel the heat building up inside you as Jongin continues exploring your body with his fingers. You moan softly, lost in the pleasure he is giving you. His kisses are gentle and loving, making you feel cherished and desired.

Jongin kisses on your pearl while he fingers you. You ride his fingers until you squirt all over them. He sucks your juices off his fingers. Jongin moves down and replaces his tongue where his fingers were to slurp out the rest of your release. You grab the back of his head while he sucks the soul of your body. 

"Fuck, Jongin!" You cry out and continue to ride the wave of your orgasm. It feels too good, and now you're sensitive to the touch. You push him off of you. 

Jongin lies next to you and you get down to his dick. You are on the right side of him and sucking him faster than before.

No one has eaten your pussy like that since you were last with him, so you know he's earned the right to come. 

You stick your finger in your dripping pussy to wet your finger. You stick it into his ass. He's always liked it, especially when you give him head. 

"Shit.. you know I love when you do that, daddy, please," Jongin whines. 

Just like that, he comes so hard in your mouth, and you swallow it. You love the taste of him. You climb on top of him. 

"Tonight is just an one time, thing, okay? If you're going to be at the club for a month. I don't want us to mess around. Cool?"

"Yea, of course. We're just getting it out of system."

"Exactly."

You stand up, unzip your jean dress, and toss it on the couch. You grab your Gucci bag and head upstairs. You still have your heels on. 

You make your way to his bedroom. You grab your strap-on and put it on. You sit on the bed and wait for him to come upstairs. You pour lube on your strap-on and coat it perfectly. 

Jongin comes upstairs. He's completely nude. He gets on top of you and slides down onto your strap-on. You feel the weight of his body on top of you as he starts to move back and forth. 

You lean back against the bed and watch him bounce on it. You like watching him fuck himself on your strap. 

"You're so.. naughty. Jongin. You're fucking yourself on my strap. You missed me that bad?" You coax him. 

"Maybe," he giggles. 

You slap his ass and grab it while he continues to ride you. In some weird way, you still have feelings for him.

Something you probably won't admit to him, and you don't know how you'll be able to survive a month with him at the club. 

"Maybe? You're acting like a whore."

"Cause you make me this way."

You lift him up and hold on to him while keeping the strap inside. You lay him on the bed on his back. You hold his legs open while you stroke into him. 

"Now stroke yourself, whore," You instruct him, and he obeys you. 

You grind your hips and continue to pound his tight ass. You miss moments like this. You know he's needy for the next nut by how he's jacking his dick. 

Your hand covers his as you pump harder until him until he comes again. 

"I love you, Jongin," You lean forward and slip your tongue into his mouth. 

"I love you, too, Daddy."

The two of you fall asleep in his bed, and the following day you wake up. Jongin still is sleeping, and you sit on the edge of the bed. 

You look at your group chat with The Lee Twins. 

Ten: Where are you? Y/n

Taemin: Damn, you didn't come home last night. Are you really that mad at me? I'm really sorry, Y/n. 

You: It's okay. You're spot is being replaced for the month. I'll see you two soon. 

You know things are about to get crazy, but you know Jongin can take the club to new heights. 

Read Part 2

[iridescentxstars]

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐊𝐞𝐲: [M] — Mature content/warnings | 🌹 — NSFW | ✨ — Rewritten | ✅ — complete | ❌ — unfinished/discontinued/missing links

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫-𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲. 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞.

This masterlist contains all fics that have been archived for various reasons. This does not mean that they are not good enough to read, you are welcome to read and enjoy them. Some of these have been rewritten and the old stories can be found here.

ೃ⁀➷ Kim Jongin | BangChan | On-Going Series | Completed Series | Drabbles | Misc

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢-𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

[ ✧.* ] Something New [part one] [part two] — camboy!jongin x reader x camboy!sehun [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹✅ [ ✧.* ][M] A Dangerous Game — vampire!chanyeol x human!jennifer x vampire!minseok 🌹❌ [ ✧.* ] Soulmates [jongin] [chanyeol] — soulmate!idols x soulmate!readers ❌ [ ✧.* ] Love By CPR — doctor!jongin x reader 🌹❌ [ ✧.* ] Living Arrangements — boss!jungkook x reader 🌹❌

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

[ ✧.* ][M] Rule Breakers — stripper!jongin x parent!ayla [spin off to unwind by @oh-beyond] 🌹✅

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬

[ ✧.* ] His First Love — idol!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Warm Caramel And Honey Blonde — professor!jongin x barista!alice [ ✧.* ] Under The Mistletoe — actor!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Catch Me If You Can — detective!jongin x gang!reader [ ✧.* ] If Only — ceo!jongin x reader | ceo!jongin x yoona [side] [ ✧.* ][M] Behind Closed Doors — bodyguard!jongin x ceo!reader x ceo!ravi 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Play Pretend — vampire hunter!jongin x vampire!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Wrong Move — detective!yoongi x detective!shai x criminal!jongin [ ✧.* ] Jealous — idol!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] She's A Fighter — student!jongin x student!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Gentle — idol!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Aim To Please — idol!jongin x dom!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Ice, Ice Baby — idol!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Obsession — yandere!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Confession — devil!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] In The Club — devil!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Game Of Possession — idol!jongin x reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Petty Jealousy — idol!minseok x reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] As The Thunder Rolls In — ambiguous!junmyeon x reader [ @x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Mirror — idol!yixing x reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Take Care Of Me — sub!baekhyun x mummy!reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Come On Over — idol!jongin x reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Cruel Queen — mafia!chanyeol x mafia!reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] A Point To Prove — idol!yuto x poc!reader [@x-ratedkpop] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Never Love Again — fuckboy!lucas x reader [due to be rewritten][@danseurehonte]

[ ✧.* ][M] A Life With You — yandere!prince!taemin x reader x prince!jongin [present] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] The Gift That Keeps On Giving — ambiguous!taemin x reader x boyfriend!hakyeon [present] 🌹 [ ✧.* ] You're Hired — ceo!taemin x reader x ceo!jongin 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Delusional Fantasy — hades!leo x persephone!reader [ ✧.* ] Warmth — idol!jongin x reader 🌹❌ [ ✧.* ] Long Drive — ambiguous!minseok x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Little Wolf — werewolf!junmyeon & werewolf!reader [ ✧.* ] My Darling, You Are Perfect — idol!yixing x alice [ ✧.* ] Happy Birthday, Yixing — idol!yixing x reader [ ✧.* ] Mutual Agreement — idol!yixing x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Ritual Gone Wrong — demon!yixing x reader [ ✧.* ] Do You Wanna Build A Snowman? — best friend!baekhyun & anais [present] [ ✧.* ] Fucking Fortnite — brother!baekhyun & reader [ ✧.* ] His Awakening — dragon!jongdae [ ✧.* ] Best Of Both Worlds — idol!jongin x reader x idol!jungkook 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Secret Santa — college!namjoon x reader [present] [ ✧.* ] The Competition — idol!sehun x reader [ ✧.* ] Cookie Time — idol!sehun x reader [present] [ ✧.* ] Late Night Coffee — model!sehun x photographer!alice [ ✧.* ] Sweet Like Chocolate — idol!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] I Promise You — idol!jongin x alice [ ✧.* ] First Date — idol!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Crayons — ambiguous!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Stone Cold — ex!jongin x reader | soulmate!jongin x soulmate!oc [side] [ ✧.* ][M] God Sent An Angel — angel!jongin x reader | baekhyun x reader [side] [ ✧.* ] Tender Love — idol!jongin x alice [ ✧.* ] Study Break — ambiguous!jongin x reader [present] [ ✧.* ] Christmas Crush — friend!jongin x reader [ ✧.* ] Jongin's Christmas Miracle — idol!jongin x ayla [ ✧.* ][M] New Life — boss!jongin x barista!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Drunk Mind, Sober Heart — best friend!jongin x alice 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Say Yes — fallen angel!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ][M] Jongin The Ripper — killer!jongin x ??? 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Break Me — vampire!jongin x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Consequences — prince!kyungsoo x reader [ ✧.* ] World's Best Dad — best friend!kyungsoo x parent!reader [ ✧.* ] Love Confessions — college!kyungsoo x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Fill Me Up — hybrid!chanyeol x hybrid!reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Naughty Kitty — hybrid!jongdae x reader 🌹 [ ✧.* ] Oh, You Tease — idol!minseok x reader 🌹

[guzhufuren]

you could put a real solid stripper man on me and i would still not experience even half of the feelings i get by going through tumblr tags of Taemin, different kpop men and fucknasty bl series

[vanillacupcakefrosting]

Hi ! Sorry to bother you, but do you maybe have a working link for the first part of « Do I wanna know ?» please ? I’ve been scrolling down the op’s blog but couldn’t find it.

I had to do a search to find part two. If you put in the title and username in the search it should come up. I think it might also come up under Taemin smut, as I think that's the Taemin as s stripper story.

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Chaos By A Rose Bush

Pairing ᯓ★ Lee Jeno x Park Jisung / Johnny Suh x Na Jaemin / Mark Lee x Na Jaemin / Johnny Suh x Xiaojun / Wong Yukhei x Wu Yifan / Kim Jungwoo x Lee Taemin / Ten Lee x Lee Taeyong

Synopsis ᯓ★ Ten Lee is a simple guy who moved to Korea to fulfill his dream job as a doctor. Lee Taeyong is trying to keep everyone safe as much as he can. Wong Yukhei is trying to take over the world. Neozone is well known for keeping the streets of Seoul, South Korea safe. though the people think otherwise. Neozone creates deals with other mafia groups that try to fight against them, and Neozone is known to take down other mafia groups that try to cross their path. Except for one. Lumidome is China's most wanted Mafia group. They are the most dangerous, with members who are strong, smart, independent and dangerous. They want Korean territory. Will Neozone be able to protect their home from invaders?

Warnings ᯓ★ 18+, Swearing, guns, shooting, interrogation, torture

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CHAPTER THREE (6k)

Just as Taemin had stated, Unit 127 arrived home soon after the sun rose. They returned from Lotto City, a part of town that wasn’t touched by law. A place where most gangs created a truce among each other and parted their ways with their choices. This place was just so notorious for their gang activities, the government stopped trying to tame them.

Last night, however, wasn’t as simple as the usual gang meetups are. Things didn’t go as smoothly.

Flashback

Sitting on a long velvet couch as if it were his throne was Byun Baekhyun, sat the owner of the most famous strip clubs in Lotto City. Some would say he was a prince due to his looks, while others would call him a queen. He spent most of his time in his own club, earning money faster than any other part of Lotto City.

He was a queen in fact, with no king at his side…

As the night began to calm down, the alcoholics picking up to leave back to their regular lives and back to their families, the illuminated neon lights shadowed the movements of sinister men and women alike with activities far beyond innocent minds reach. 

It was usual to see the man staying away from the alcohol throughout the building. With the looks from Jaehyun and Chanyeol, he knew he had made the right choice of that night.

“You know Channie, you look like you need to relax. Maybe pick your choosing from my crew?” Baekhyun announced, crossing his leg over his knee as he snapped his fingers. A barely clothed woman and man stepped over to the owner and sat on either side of him.

“Damn it Baekhyun! We aren’t here to fool around with some of the whores you have hiding around here!”

Jaehyun’s typically warm and gentle demeanor was replaced with a harsh, cold one that Baekhyun had learned to strongly dislike. It always seemed that some of the most soft-hearted people don’t stay the same once they enter Lotto City.

Sure, understandably Jaehyun was one of Taeyong’s second hand men, but it didn’t stop the fact that Baekhyun ran his own business and was able to act himself around a setting that usually set an uneasy stomach to others.

In some words, Baekhyun was the queen of his own world.

“I truly understand your expressions and words. But might I remind you, that right now you’re sitting in my territory, and as a matter of fact I won’t take that type of talk about my crew here.”

“And must I remind you that you are under the orders of Taeyong, who is our boss and right now we have a job to do. So, you can shoo your ‘crew’ away and we can keep doing our work.” It wasn’t Jaehyun who spoke this time, but Chanyeol who was usually distracted by the dancing strippers on the small pole stages.

“Oh hey, you do actually pay attention to these conversations.” Baekhyun waved his hand, as the two crew members left his sides, leaving him in the room with just Jaehyun and Chanyeol.

Park Chanyeol, Neozone’s 127 number two in command. He was usually one to mess around during work, cracking jokes around every corner with sarcasm tracing his lips every turn. It was no joke though that he could become a cold-hearted bastard when it came to over professional work. Or even the innocent.

There was a thick rumor around the gang world that Park Chanyeol was the leader of Neozone instead of Taeyong. And sometimes, Baekhyun believed it. There were times when even with his chipper attitude, where he could crack open a skull with a hammer without even trying too hard. He seemed like a sweetheart, tall and goofy but never one to tease too harshly.

The story of how Chanyeol even became so hazardous was a secret that he planned to take to his grave, a secret that not even his closest people would know.

Each and every member that sat inside that building, understood their mission so no personnel needed to mention it. The longer they waited in silence, the thicker the air felt. As if it could be simply cut with a sharp knife blade.

And that knife blade was Ozaki Shotaro.

The sound of the front door slamming startled all three members to their feet. In the doorway stood Shotaro, the youngest member of Baekhyun’s gang of the city. He panted, a gun in one hand as the other rested against his forehead.

“Hey, hi. It’s me, um, I hate to disturb the conversation, but um,” He stole a quick glance out the door window. “We’re under attack?” he questioned, unsure of the entire situation.

With one glance to Jaehyun, they knew that this was the call.

“They’re here.”

Those words triggered the two others to grab their guns and started to load them as gunshots were heard outside the door. People’s screams echoed throughout the city’s roads as dancers quickly scurried off their stages and into the closest hiding spot they could find.

Baekhyun’s partner in crime, Kim Junmyeon, otherwise known as Suho, kept the gang hidden at a base building and tried their darndest to keep the rivals from pushing forward. But once Baekhyun arrived in the front room with the other two members, he was met with utter chaos all over his streets.

Fires had started along the roads and in trash cans as people raced in all directions in pure panic. Windows were smashed as cars were crashed into huge blockings in the middle of the road. Whoever decided to do this to Baekhyun’s Lotto City, became an enemy to every single gang in Korea.

Jaehyun, Chanyeol and Shotaro’s gang stood ground in front line groups, searching for any other allies that were able to lend a hand no matter what.

In the sheer destruction of the roads outside of the building, Chanyeol caught a glimpse of one of his fellow members in need of help, struggling to hide from the danger of the rival’s attacks. One of them sat on the ground, back pressed against a car as he shot.

Without a second thought, Chanyeol loaded his gun and burst through the door, ignoring any instructions from Jaehyun.

“Chen! I’m here! I’m here!” He dropped the gun and swung an arm under the members arm and pulled him up. Blood seeped out from the gunshot wound on his thigh, his hand pressed firm against it to try to stop the bleeding. But before Chanyeol could pull the member fully out of the rival’s harm, he stopped in his tracks.

“Johnny!”

When Chanyeol turned around, it was as if the entire world was in slow motion but himself. He watched as Johnny was being dragged away by one of the rival’s members.

“Rose! He-“

But before Rose could lunge forward, arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back.

“What are you doing?!” She screeched, scratching at the arms around her waist.

“no! We both know Johnny is capable of dealing with them himself! But staying here we’re risking all of our lives! We need to get out of here, right now.” Yuta bellowed. His words were true, and no one could fight against that.

Chanyeol would have also run over to help Johnny, but the weight of Chen’s body next to him snapped him back to reality.

“he’s right, we need to get out of here.”

As the four members made their way back to the shattered doors of the club, the other gangs’ members were getting into their black, shiny cars.

“Hey Xiumin?? What about us?!”

“Sorry man, but gotta stay loyal to the gang!” The door slammed shut as the cars sped off as fast as they could away from the chaos.

Neozone had many allies, but now they were forced into a game of truth or dare.

“God damn it! Baekhyun, get your ass out of here! Our van is in the back alley, go!” Yuta snapped as he turned to walk the other direction.

Jaehyun was able to grab his wrist before he was able to make a step any further.

“And where the hell do you think you're going?!” He shouted, anger heard in the rumble of his voice.

“Let go of me Jaehyun.”

“Answer my question.”

“that doesn’t concern you,” Yuta pulled his wrist away from the other member. “I’ll be right behind you.” And with that as his final statement, he gave a glare to the subunits leader before disappearing into the crowd of chaos, smoke, and flames.

Jaehyun’s hands formed fists before he turned and started in the direction of the van. Chanyeol wrapped his arm around Chen to keep the older stable.

“Fuck it. Let's go. If he’s not with us in 10 minutes, we’re leaving without him.”

It was obvious that Jaehyun was fuming. No one spoke a word, no one needed to. All the group did was follow the man back to the car. Baekhyun even knew not to make a comment, he understood how his friend could just snap at the sound of any word from anyone’s mouth.

And he most definitely didn’t want that.

End of flashback

~~

After the strange morning with Taeyong, Ten made it to class just about a minute before the class started. Though the exhaustion from the night before was forcing him into a state of sleep. He struggled to keep his attention on his class and his professor’s words. He mindlessly copied the notes off the board onto his notepad. He knew he had to pay attention to what the professor was saying, but the infatuation with the man in his apartment was all he could think about.

Maybe it was because of the lack of interaction with people, or maybe it was just because Taeyong was trying to be nice, but Ten’s first instinct was to believe he was catching feelings. He sure as hell knew though, the chances of seeing the fiery red head again was very slime, but he could still hope and dream.

Afterall, he’s been living in a fantasy instead of the reality around him. It was one of the best escapes from the harsh words of the world.

It was a sudden bang that pulled his attention away from his dreamy thoughts. The large doors of the lecture theatre were slammed open and footsteps marched down the steps. As Ten turned his head to look at all the commotion, he regretted it.

“Mr. Leechiayapornkul, you are under arrest for associating with Korea’s most dangerous gang, NCT and the escapement of their leader, Lee Taeyong. You have rights to a lawyer, if you can’t afford a lawyer, the state will provide one for you. Whatever you say or do will and can be held against you in the state of law.”

At the words of ‘under arrest’ Ten felt every inch of his being drained from his body. His heart sank into his stomach as anxiety started to creep into his throat. Before he was even able to register what just happened, he was pulled out from his chair and handcuffed. His eyes scanned the entire theater as students watched in shock, fear and even disgust. The eyes of his teacher gave a sympathetic message as one of his top students was being pulled out of his classroom.

He was dragged out of the room without being told of the evidence they gathered on him. For all he knew, there wasn’t any.

No.

No, was the word that raced through his head as his eyes felt the sting of tears behind his eyes. He was so close to finishing the course and moving on in his life. He was not getting arrested. He could already hear the disappointment from his mother, the shame he would receive from his sisters. It was all just a stab in the heart as he shut his eyes, trying to suppress the tears.

Fortunately, Ten had no reason to fight against the police as they escorted him out of the building. Although the handcuffs were a little too much, the walk of shame to a police car was enough to understand if any student in the university would disregard him as a person. This would change how everyone in the school would see him. Now as an outcast.

~~

“Through late hours of the night, the infamous gang known as NeoZone was suspected to be the cause of the shootings at 3am. This shootout occurred close to the University campus and as we speak, police are conducting an investigation at the scene and questioning anyone who forth brings any suspicion. The scene is being searched-“

“What? Hey. I was watching that.”

Taemin looked up only to be met with his leader's deep brown eyes. Suddenly, all of the anxiety vanished from his chest. He felt whole again, happy to see Taeyong well and standing. Ever since Taemin left Taeyong at Ten’s, his anxiety was swirling around like a hurricane. He worried about him, but he also worried about Ten. He felt utterly guilty about leaving Taeyong with him without a proper explanation.

The wait though, to see the younger with them again reassured him that everything panned out well. Deep down, Taemin understood that Taeyong would never leave him or the family.

Taemin jumped to his feet and hugged the younger into a tight embrace, his worries crumbling away, feeling the warmth of the younger hug him back.

“Careful, Hyung… I got stabbed.”

“Oh! Sorry!!” Taemin took a step back and scanned over Taeyong. He looked well, strong for a man who did just get stabbed the previous night.

  “Where are the others?”

“The Dreamies are resting except for Sehun. From what I know, Kai is sparring with Rose while Mark is tending to Chen’s wounds. I know Jaehyun and Baekhyun went back to Lotto City while Yuta is… being distant in his own way.”

“And what are you doing?”

“I…” Taemin glanced back to the tv. “I was waiting for you to return home.” A smile appeared on the younger's face.

“Aw, did you miss me that much?”

“What else?” Taemin turned his attention to the younger. “You know what you mean to me… I couldn’t lose you so I’m glad your back…”

This time, Taeyong gave a gentle smile as he pulled Taemin into a softer embrace. Taemin could tell that Taeyong understood his worry as he hugged the younger back.

“Just don’t do that again…”

“no promises…”

“I hate to ruin this sickly-sweet moment, but boss I need to talk to you. Alone.” A demanding voice forced the two of them to part and look towards the figure. Taeyong’s eyes were met with Yuta’s cold ones. It was no surprise that Yuta knew that their leader had returned.

His eyes were almost always glued to the security cameras that surrounded the entire warehouse. He had the mind of a genius, someone who would be able to hack into any system and learn about absolutely anything if he wanted to.

But the look in his eyes was a lot colder than his usual gaze. Taeyong knew something was up and he knew that it was urgent.

Taeyong turned to Taemin who gave him a gentle smile.

“Get some rest, Taemin. You’ve worked hard.” He squeezed the olders arm before following Yuta.

The walk down to the high-tech security office was silent and tense. Neither of them had to say a word to understand that things weren’t as pleasant as what Yuta would usually find on the cameras.

The room was dimly lit, only the LED lights from the many screens lit up the room.

“What is it you need to talk to me about?”

“The rival gang. I bought myself some time last night and was able to fit some of the pieces together and learn more about them which I think you’ll want to know.”

Raising his eyebrow, Taeyong waved his hand, encouraging Yuta to continue. The younger sat and started to type away as soon as his fingers touched the keyboard. Tabs of familiar faces and pages of document writing disappeared behind the taskbar.

Oh, how deeply important of a member Yuta was. He was like the walking encyclopedia of Neozone. Knowing almost everything about each individual member.

“They call themselves ‘Lumidome’. A Chinese group that consists of 27 members in total. Highly dangerous but has a lot of good connections around the world with smaller groups. This is probably due to the fact that everyone who they associate with will either end up dead or in jail. They aren’t a friendly bunch, that’s for sure.”

Taeyong leaned forward and started to skim through the profiles that Yuta found over hours and hours of searching. He took in every possible detail that could help with their next encounter, which was bound to happen.

If it weren’t because of Taeyong’s cold and stern expression, he would even admit that the man was one of the most attractive men he’s seen.

“And their leader? Why isn’t there anything under his file?”

“Ah…. Wong Yukhei. Not much is actually circling the internet about him. Anyone who lived his presence were so shaken up. Apparently from what I learned, he’s quiet. Maybe a little too quiet, as his right-hand man does all of the talking. He seems to be manipulative and definitely not one to cross paths with. And from what I’ve seen last night in Lotto City, something's got his attention and crossed his path, and I think we’re the attention that crossed his path.”

Taeyong’s silence only made the space between the two of them even more tense. His eyes scanned over the perfect face of their leader. He was good at hiding his own concern, he had too many people to take care of, and he couldn’t let them see his worries.

Neozone was no fool to warn off strangers. They’d always have a fight if they tried to mess with them. But this group that grew faster than any other, grew uneasy in the pit of Taeyong’s stomach. Not only was he almost killed at one of the hands of the Main’s of Lumidome, but this group also had their hands over any security system in the world, letting them be able to do whatever they pleased with little to no consequences.

“It’s understandable that our security is shit, not as good as it should be due to the fact that we’ve been robbed. But… Boss, it’s not safe here anymore. Our allies are wearing thin due to what I’ve seen last night. We’ve been exposed and hell, we’re missing a member. People are getting more selfish these days and Lumidome seems like they’re gonna try to use that against us. We need to start coming up with a plan and quickly before they pull their first move.”

Taeyong’s demeanor didn’t change as he struggled to hide back his rage. He loved Yuta and he knew he could trust him, but the words from his mouth were too true to be heard. They needed a plan, and now.

As the older turned to leave the room, Yuta felt a familiar discomfort in his chest. He was keeping something silent from an important person who deserved to know. A secret that he wishes he didn’t get to witness.

“Taeyong,”

“Yes?” Taeyong stopped in his tracks and looked back to the blond.

“It’s about Johnny.”

Yuta must’ve jumped when Taeyong took a step forward towards the seat. Taemin never mentioned Johnny, or when he got home. His whereabouts were a complete mystery to him.

“What about him?” 

~~

All Johnny could remember was a grip so tight that it bruised his arms. The streets of Lotto City; a complete and utter mess of fire, garbage and crashed car parts. The smell of burning rubber and iron as he was fighting for his life to get out of the grasp of the one holding him. He forced his eyes open, unable to fully comprehend where he was or what was going on. But to be pulled to his senses, his vision was blocked by something. His breathing was slightly restricted.

He struggled to pull himself up, but the lock of rope behind the chair stopped him from moving. His ankles tied to the chair as he struggled to get up once more.

The sudden impact of freezing cold water washed over his entire body as he sat still. The potato sack over his head, forcing him to struggle even further to breathe, as he began to choke. The bright light impact on his eyes made him involuntarily shut them. He choked on the remaining water and shuddered. Finally adjusting, he opened his eyes and slowly scanned the area around him.

From what he could tell, it was an old warehouse, but most definitely not Neozone’s. Lurking in the darkness, Johnny could see torn apart ships and engines. He was in the old harbour. He pulled again on the rope that kept him restrained until he heard the solid footsteps from behind. His entire body froze as his heart sank to his stomach. He swallowed dryly and took a slow deep breath, gathering his thoughts.

He listened until he was able to view the one walking. His back was faced to him, but Johnny could tell he was someone well taken care of. With the shine of the leather pants he wore, to the tailored jacket with silver chains on it. Johnny grimaced as his eyes watched the man turn around.

The man sat in a chair, not too far from where Johnny was positioned, but it was as if he had his own throne just sitting there. Another man came up beside him, emerging from the darkness. He was blond and tall. Dressed just as nicely as the seated one.

The brunette gave a nod, which confused Johnny until he felt the ice-cold water rush over his body all over again. He coughed in response, shutting his eyes tight as the sting of water entering his eyes pained through his entire head.

“I assume you know why you’re here, Johnny Suh.” A deep voice hummed, clear as day. Forcing his eyes open, he looked at the two men. At first glance, he believed the two of them were brothers, but with the clearly different facial features, and postures, he could tell that they were nothing alike.

“You’re the damn rivals.”

“Hey now, you don’t need to use such language with us. We just want to get to know you.” The brunette crossed his knee over his leg as his hands began to fiddle with the rings aligned on his fingers.

“You won’t get an answer out of me. You’ll have to beat me up senseless before you can get a word from me.” Johnny threatened. The blond shook his head with a low hum.

“Now that’s not the response we wanted.” His eyes felt as if they pierced through Johnny’s soul and devoured it. He was shivering from the cold and already feeling woozy from the water. The brunette gave another nod, looking to Johnny’s right side. But before he was able to glance to his side, his face was pummeled with a fist, sending what felt like needles through his entire jaw.

Blood started to swell in his mouth as he spat it out on the floor in front of him.

“Now. You play nice with us, and we’ll play nice with you.” The blond stepped forward, kneeling down in front of the tied-up Korean. His hand gripping his chin, so he could get a good view of him. “Sound like a fair deal?”

Johnny’s eyes glazed over as he shot a fierce glare at him.

“Fuck you.” He muttered, his mouth tasting of blood. The blond’s expression fell. His face became cold and his eyes distant. He walked back to the one in the chair before pausing.

“It’s a shame… You have such a pretty face too.” The brunette stood, fixing his jacket. He looked directly into Johnny’s eyes. His own brown ones reflecting Johnny’s position in a cold gaze. He gave another nod, before his figure started to disappear into the darkness alongside the blond.

Johnny’s heart started to race as he pulled harder on the rope binding him.

“Shit!!” He roared looking at his surroundings. There was no way out of this position. Next thing he knew, there was a face in front of his own. What looked like just black eyes stared at him as the man in front of him gave an evil smile.

He fisted a handful of Johnny’s hair and pulled his head up, bringing forward a yell from the seated one. He pulled his head to the side as his eyes examined Johnny’s jugular. He tried to fight off the hand, but nothing of his motions would get the man off him.

The white haired gave a pleasing hum before he let go of the black locks in his hand. Johnny’s eyes gave off a heat of hatred to the other as all he received in return was a sinister smile.

“He was right, you did have a nice face.” He hummed, before all Johnny can remember seeing was a fist aiming straight at his eyes. 

~~

Sitting in the quiet space of an all grey room, Ten was seated with his hands handcuffed to the center of the table. His fingers ran along the details in the palms of his hands as he awaited for the officers to return to the room.

He hadn’t been interrogated before, but he understood what comes with it due to watching all of the tv shows with his sisters when he was a child. A silent swirl of anxiety was trapped inside his chest. Like butterflies stuck under a net with the struggle to escape. The smallest sound outside of the metal door sent a shiver down Ten’s spine. He was surrounded by a world of law he knew was different from the laws in Thailand.

The words of what the officer said to him repeated in his mind, Being taken into custody for questioning about your interactions with the gang Neozone, and their leader Lee Taeyong. He was genuinely curious about what Taemin got himself into. He began to wonder if Taemin knew of the situation, wondered if Taemin knew he was the leader of Korea’s most dangerous Mafia gang.

But then again, with all of the drama in his apartment the previous night, he wouldn’t second guess if Taemin was somehow involved. He gave a heavy sigh and closed his eyes. He remembered seeing Taemin’s eyes that night. They reflected exactly what he felt the day he left Thailand for Korea.

He didn’t tell his mother about his leaving, nor his sisters. Just a note on the kitchen table, telling them he’ll be gone for a while. Taemin’s eyes reflected exactly what he hid behind an emotionless face the day he got on a plane. Imagining the scared, shaken up Taemin at his door with a bleeding forehead and a limp body by his side began to make more sense.

He was just beginning to put the pieces together when the metal door opened, bringing Ten’s attention to the two people who entered the room. One was dressed in a police uniform as he sat across from him, while the other was dressed in a nicely pressed suit and stood by Ten’s side.

“May I have a minute with my client?” His features were soft as his eyes looked at the officer. Though he just sat down, he gave a simple nod before leaving the room to the two.

The man looked around the room before he set down his briefcase on the table. He sat across from Ten as his fingers linked with each other. He had gentle eyes, a light brown. Ten always believed that a person’s eyes can tell you a lot about who they are. And as he looked at this man’s eyes, he felt safe and calm in his presence.

“I’m Cha Eunwoo. I’ll be your lawyer. Don’t worry, I’m going to make sure that the conversation is driven in the right direction and not intended to cause any other stress you may already be feeling.” Ten let out a soft sigh as he nodded.

“I’m Ten. I'm honestly glad that you’re here, I haven’t lived here for long and yet I’m sitting in an interrogation room.” He chuckled nervously, his hands now fiddling with the chain connected to the handcuffs.

Eunwoo gave a gentle nod.

“I can understand. Now, I want you to know you don’t have to answer something if you don’t feel comfortable answering it. I can understand the pressure you must be feeling right now, but as soon as the officers can get their answers, you will be able to leave this place.” Eunwoo assured.

With another small nod, Eunwoo faced the mirrored window and gave a nod. He pulled out the seat next to Ten and sat down. The officer returned to the room, forcing Ten’s anxiety to go spinning out of control all over again. He still couldn’t believe that he was seated in handcuffs, but all of it was happening. It wasn’t a fantasy.

“Now, Mr. Leechiayapornkul,” The officer turned on a recording device. “This device will just document our conversation. There’s nothing to worry about.” The older man linked his fingers and leaned forward against the table.

“What were you doing last night around midnight?” Ten’s mind was racing. He tried to remember what he was doing by midnight, and what he could remember was a simple answer away.

“Getting ready for bed, so I would be able to get up at a reasonable time this morning.” In the corner of his eyes, Eunwoo crossed his leg over his knee and placed his hands in his lap.

“And were you woken up at all during the night?” Ten’s hands fiddled with the chain. He didn’t quite know how to answer that, and that’s when his lawyer stepped up.

“You don’t have to answer that.” He hummed in response. Ten looked at him with pure confusion before he looked back to the officer sitting opposite from them.

“I was.”

“Do you recall what time?” The officer pressed. Ten swallowed dryly. From how his lawyer looked at him, he found himself creating a lie behind his truths.

“Um, I think it was around 4 or something like that?” He said, struggling to keep his composure of just lying to an official government officer.

“What woke you up?”

“My best friend. When I opened the door,” Ten paused but kept his eye contact with the officer. “He was drunk, so I took him in.” Ten felt Eunwoo’s eyes on him as his body began to feel warmer. He hoped to high hell that it wasn’t noticeable.

“He was drunk? How drunk?”

“Enough to not speak proper words to me. He slurred everything. This morning,” He shot a glance to Eunwoo. “before I left for school, he was on the couch and explained to me that my place was closer than his own and decided to walk to mine so he didn’t have to drive.”

“A very responsible friend you have there.” Ten gave a small nod before he bowed his head.

“Thank you.”

Eunwoo suddenly made a movement and sat forward. He placed his hands on the table and looked at the officer.

“May I ask how this has any connection to the involvement of my client in the shooting from last night?” His voice was firm and steady, professional. The officer was taken aback by Eunwoo and cleared his throat from how sincere the lawyer was.

“The shootings from last night were suspected to be the shootings of the gang Neozone. Any persons who were awake during the time zone of 2am to 3am is under questioning.”

“If my client was in bed from 2am to 3am, what are you implying?”

“Sir, I’m just doing my job and making sure that no one from the Neozone gang wandered into someone’s house to hide from the police until everything calmed down. Now we have suspicions that Mr. Leechiayapornkul was involved due to the conversations one of his neighbours heard outside in the hallway.” Ten’s entire body tensed at those words. Was the conversation with Taemin so loud that it brought his neighbours attention to it? Worry started to eat him from the inside out.

“What did they hear?” He asked, the words slipping past him before he could stop himself. Eunwoo then lifted a hand, as if to silence the handcuffed one.

“Did that conversation have anything to do with Neozone or Lee Taeyong at all?”

“Well…” The officer hesitated. “We have it written down that his next-door neighbour heard the commotion and was about to knock on the door when she heard someone heading to the door. But that’s all the information I can disclose as of right now.”

“So, due to my client’s friendship, there is a sneaking suspicion that he is possibly involved with gang activities?”

“We don’t know if the man that went to Mr. Leechiayapornkul’s apartment had any connections to the gang.” The officer admitted.

Eunwoo stayed silent for a second. This exchanged silence gave Ten a moment to breathe. He didn’t realize, but he was holding his breath almost the entire time Eunwoo was interrogating the officer. The interrogation changed, his lawyer was now working on getting answers from the officer instead of the officer getting answers from Ten. Secretly, deep in Ten’s core, he was glad he wasn’t in the spotlight at the moment.

“I believe firmly in my client’s words that he was woken up at 4am due to a drunken friend’s arrival because his place was closer.”

The officer simply gave a nod before he turned his attention back to Ten.

“Do me a favour, what is your friend's name?” Ten’s throat closed up on himself. He didn’t know whether to actually say his name or create a fake name to go along with the fake truth. He went to put a hand through his hair, but his wrist was stopped not even halfway there. He took a steady deep breath before he looked at the officer.

“his name is Kim Taemin.”

The officer looked into Ten’s eyes before he turned off the recorder. He stood and grabbed the keys to the handcuffs and set it down on the table.

“You’re free to go. But we will give you a call if anything comes up or if you need to be brought back in for more questioning.” And with that, the officer left the room. Ten’s entire body was shivering but not because he was cold. He had gotten away with lying to a police officer, with a lawyer who knew the rights and freedoms better than anyone else in the room.

Eunwoo unlocked Ten from the handcuffs before he grabbed his briefcase.

“Come with me.” Ten rubbed his wrists as he stood from the table. He finally was able to run his hands through his hair, his stress levels were increasing the more he had to lie through his teeth. He spent a moment just standing there with his eyes closed and his hands in his hair. Today most definitely wasn’t as good of a day as he hoped it would be.

He walked out of the building next to Eunwoo. There wasn’t much to talk about between the two of them, but Ten already felt guilty about lying to the officer. But deep down, he knew that if he had told the truth, it wouldn’t be an easy trial. He was now wrapped up into something way beyond his control and he was scared.

He didn’t even know if he could trust Eunwoo, his own lawyer. And yet again, he was right.

A large black escalade pulled up as the back door swung open. Another man was in the van with a girl with long brown hair. Both members wore masks, as they reached out and grabbed Ten by the wrists. Eunwoo pushed him in before he hopped in as well, slamming the door shut as the tires of the van screeched against the pavement. 

[what-if-nct]

taemin would go on the top cinco babies-that-are-RUDE list alongside with jungkook, jisung (from nct), jeongin and huening kai lol

Yeah!!! Baby turned rude. That is where he belongs. Jisung being in a group of strippers there's only one way for him to turn out. Jeongin! And Kai! I blame Hyunjin and Yeonjun for them. Like Kai still has a bit of baby essence he isn't all the way there but Jeongin?!

People have been calling him daddy toast. And he's really been on one like turning 21 did something to him, 22?! we're in trouble next month. But under the tutelage of Chan and Hyunjin he's going to be a nightmare I can't wait.

[emeraldbabygirl]

shut up ok just shut the fuck up suck me ass an listen because Taewoong did and cover of criminal by our King Lee Taemin but my gf Miya from GWSN did it so much better than Taewoong?? like her stare and the way she took off the ribbon around her wrists please rip out my ooterus like that and spin kick me into a dumpster I beg of you ma’am. Choi In did it too and slayed but like thank you King Lee Taemin for always serving cunt in everything and making delicious choreo for anyone who wants to break their backs and be a slutty lil bad bitch because without Lee Taemin and these sexual, pussy popping, neck breaking, back cracking, ‘wanna buy a stripper pole and unleash the hoe’ songs the universe would be fucked and that Miya video would not exist. Ok Taewoong’s was sexy but not as sexy as Miya’s thank you babe

[misswoozi]

this is shawon and omgomgomgomgomg I JUST FOUND A REASON TO NOT DIE- I NEED TO BECOME A STRIPPER!! I CAN’T WAIT TO START PRACTICING- HEHEHEHEHEHEH- (say thank you to taemin because that song thirsty… nvm-)

Whatever makes you happy and keeps you alive, bro! 🫶

[nirvanawrites111]

Say You Love Me Pt. 2 (Sub!Jongin x Afab!Reader)

Word count: 4129

Genre: Stripper Non Idol AU

Pairing: Sub!Kim Jongin x Y/n! Afab reader, no pronouns are used

Read Part 1

Warnings: Stripper, Y/N is poly with Taemin, Ten, and Kai. But, only sex scenes are with Kai, unprotected sex, Y/N is called daddy, vaginal sex, creampie

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You pull up to your mansion the following day after having your rendezvous with your ex-husband. There was just something about being with Jongin that somehow you still can't shake.

You turn your Corvette engine off and sit against the cool leather seat. You already know you will hear an earful from Taemin and Ten about not coming home last night.

Your eyes trail over to your beautiful mansion that once belonged to you and your ex-husband. You remember the day you two moved into your dream home.

Your fingers delicately caress the cool leather of your seat, and memories of last night's escapades are brought to your attention. You missed Jongin's taste and how he likes to call you daddy.

You mutually agreed that last night was just a one-time thing. You want to believe you can behave and hold yourself to that promise.

You step out of your car and grab your heels, jean dress, and your infamous Gucci bag from last night. You left Jongin's townhouse wearing his sweatpants, t-shirt, and Gucci slides. Not to mention, his intoxicating cologne is still on your skin.

Your steps on the marble flooring echo, and you quickly notice everything is exceptionably clean, how you like it. You kick off Jongin's slides near the fish tank.

The fish tank, a monument to Jongin's love for exotic fish, bubbles serenely, and the fish sway around like beautiful dancers.

"I'm home," you shout into your beautiful mansion, and walk into the living room.

The vast living room is bathed in a soft golden hue. Ten and Taemin sit comfortably on the plush, velvety couches, and magazines cover the deep mahogany coffee table in front of them.

Taemin and Ten are engrossed in their own worlds, and they lift their gazes to meet yours.

You quickly notice the intensity in Taemin's eyes, and Ten's display a bit of curiosity. Because why are you dressed in another man's clothes and strolling into the mansion as if nothing happened?

"Long night?" Ten jokes, and breaks the silence among the three of you.

"Uh, you could say that," you reply, trying your best not to sound guilty or obvious that you were with your ex-husband.

"So, where have you been?" Taemin questions you, and his sharp gaze is unwavering.

Taemin is still in his pajamas and has a bowl of cereal in his hand.

Ten is on the other side of and his cute Louie is on his lap.

"Out," you reply. You plop down on the couch across from them.

"You smell like Jongin. Is this what you're doing now?" Taemin adds.

"Yes, I was with him. I'm allowed to fuck my ex-husband if I want to," you reply in defense.

"So, he's taking my spot in more ways than one? I mean, he did walk out on you, so now you've forgiven him like nothing happened?" Taemin presses you.

Taemin isn't wrong in his claims. Things were rocky when Jongin decided he wasn't going to dance at No Manners anymore.

He was your top dancer for over seven years. So, the day he decided he was done dancing was also the day he was done being your husband.

The divorce wasn't messy, and he didn't ask for money. Nor, did he even ask for the house. He respected you and your business to a certain extent. He just wanted more for himself, but it just felt too personal.

"It was a business decision. It's my club, and I can do whatever I want," You insist, and stand firm on the decision that you made with a clear mind.

"So fucking him is a business decision?" Ten vocalizes, and his concern catches you by surprise.

The room seems to close in. You and Taemin are very strongly opinionated. So, you find yourself bumping heads with him pretty often. But, Ten being upset is surprising you.

Why is Taemin pressing you so hard? Sure, you made a selfish decision, but you aren't exactly dating Taemin or Ten. There isn't a label placed on whatever this arrangement is. All you know is that it has worked for the last couple of months.

"That's not what I mean. I mean him being the current headliner is a business decision," you explain.

"Yeah, but he doesn't like working sets with other dancers. Jongin is selfish," Ten further adds to the conversation.

Usually, he isn't the type to get involved in your disagreements with Taemin.

"He doesn't have to work sets with when he's the headliner," you defend Jongin.

"So, are you two getting back together? What does that mean for me and Ten?" Taemin asks.

You are not in the mood for the third-degree this morning. Your mind is still stuck on Jongin bouncing that ass on your strap. You still can't get over how he made you come with his tongue.

You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't miss being with Jongin.

You decide this is a little too much for you to deal with right now. You stand up and grab your Gucci bag.

"No one said that. I'm going to shower."

You leave the two of them and head upstairs to your bedroom to retrieve for some solitude. Sure, you could try to explain you still have feelings for your ex-husband.

Not to mention, you did tell Jongin that you loved him last night. Whether it was because of the euphoric feeling you felt dominating him, or you meant it. You told him, and he told you, too.

You're conflicted because if you still love your ex-husband, why are your top two strippers living with you? Are you trying to feel the void you felt when Jongin moved out?

Your mind so desperately wants to find the answer.

You genuinely enjoy sleeping with Taemin and Ten. It's fun for you, and it helps you escape from the feelings of being divorced.

Your mind wanders as you shower, alone in your thoughts.

But, seeing Jongin has done something to you.

You take a much-needed shower and wash the scent of Jongin from your body, and you try to wash him away from your mind.

Last night was something you can't shake. You initiated everything by showing up at his place after the show. You're just not sure what will happen over the next thirty days.

After your shower, you sit on your bed and moisturize your body. Your phone rings, and you stare at it when you see Jongin's name and photo come across it.

You still have a picture of you picking him up and holding him in your arms. It never crossed your mind to change the photo.

You swipe it to life and answer, "Hello?"

"Y/n, how are you?"

"Good, just got out of the shower. What's up?"

"Can you come to the club? I want to practice a bit if that's okay with you. Hopefully, I'm not bothering you."

"No, you're good. I'll be there in 20 mins."

"Thanks, Daddy."

His request isn't strange; many dancers request to come in during the day. But, usually, they go through your assistant.

Maybe Jongin doesn't know that is still the same practice, but either way, you're going back to the club.

He's also pushing it with the "daddy" kink. Jongin knows your weak spot, and he taunting you.

***

You arrive at your club, and pull your car next to Jongin's. You step out of your vehicle, and Jongin is leaning against his.

His ashy gray hair is covered by a Gucci beany, and he isn't wearing any makeup from what you can see, even with shades on. He draped in a simple Gucci tracksuit—nothing unusual for him.

"What's up, Y/n?"

"Nothing. The Lee Twins are mad at you," you tease him.

"Let them hate," Jongin chuckles, and follows you with his duffle bag in tow.

The double doors of "No Manners" swing open with a whisper, revealing the expansive space of the club. With the absence of patrons, the vastness of the place is more pronounced, every detail of its luxe design accentuated in the quiet.

The dim chandeliers cast their opalescent glow across the club, their muted purples and deep blues adding to the quiet allure of the place. It's like stepping into a different world, one that's intimate, seductive, and hushed.

Your feet echo softly against the black marble floor. The main stage stands like an altar. It's where the magic happens. The poles, with their smooth, cool chrome, rise from the stage, reaching up to the ceiling. You can almost hear the faint, ghostly echo of past performances, the cheers, the gasps, the music.

Jongin removes his shoes and jacket to reveal he's not wearing a shirt. Your eyes stare at his chiseled six-pack. He steps out of his pants to show what's underneath. His tiny shorts interestingly catch the light, amplifying the sculpted form of his ass, making it seem like an artwork on display.

You break your attention from his body and ask, "What do you want to practice?"

"Umm, just pole tricks. I was a bit rusty last night."

"You looked amazing to me."

"Right, but there were some things I could improve to be even better."

"Well, get your ass up there and practice. Do you have your music?"

"Yes, can you connect it to the Bluetooth for me?" Jongin hands you his phone, and you see a picture of you and him in front of the mansion as his wallpaper.

You walk to the DJ booth to turn on the sound system.

You connect the phone and turn on his playlist. As the music hits, Jongin stretches his body and climbs up the pole.

He's doing all the usual tricks, and you aren't sure why he thinks he needs to practice. Watching him work the pole is an art form. He makes the shit looks easy and flawless, but you know that it's not simple.

No one is as talented as Kim Jongin when it comes to male strippers. You've searched high and low to find someone to replace him, but no one is as fluid as him. Taemin comes close, but there's just something unique that Jongin brings to the table.

Jongin drops down and hops off the stage. You grab his phone and pause the music.

"You good?" you ask.

Jongin opens his duffle bag. "Yeah, I'm just warming up."

Your eyebrows raise heavenward. "Uh, your warm-up is a main event for a lot of strippers."

"I know, but I'm not them. I'm Kai."

The cockiness has entered the building, and you can't deny that you love it.

"Okay, I see you."

Jongin pulls out a pair of six-inch glass heels. He's never been known as a performer who wears heels. Some of the other strippers do, but not him. You're curious what he plans to do.

"Since, I'm coming back. I want to do this. Not every night, but at least once. A few of my fans have asked me on Instagram to wear them."

"Oooo, your fan," you tease him. "That's cute."

"Yeah, that's why I really want to practice."

"I've never seen you wear heels before. Can you walk in them?"

Jongin laughs at you, puts on the heels, and gets on stage. He walks down the stage to show you that he can wear them. But, can he dance in them?

"C'mon. I wouldn't invite you here if I couldn't. The last thing I need is you roasting me."

"True. So, can you shake your ass though?"

Jongin swings his body around the pole and turns his body upside down, and twerks his ass just to show you that he can literally do anything. He drops down into a split and then crawls over to you.

"What do you think?"

"You look good. Ass looks even fatter than usual."

"Thank you. I've been toning it up."

"It's noticeable."

Jongin wants to continue to work on dancing in heels and turns the playlist back on. You sit back and enjoy the show. He's captivating, and you know why the customers love him so much.

You love to watch him challenging himself to do something that's out of the box for him. Just like anything else he tries, he's a natural in these glass high heels.

Watching Jongin move, the way his body twists, turns, and defies gravity, it's clear why he's irreplaceable. His every move is poetry, a symphony of strength, agility, and raw sensuality. Each drop, twirl, and seductive glance he throws seems to stitch a story, a narrative of passion, of yearning.

After a while, he sits on the edge of the stage, and the music stops.

You stand up and walk over to him standing between his legs.

"What you think, Y/n?"

"Amazing."

"Really?" His eyes, always expressive, widen a bit, sparkling with a bit of disbelief.

"Yes, you're a natural. I wish you would have done this a while ago." Your tone is commanding and contrasts with his gentle disposition, yet he doesn't shy away from you.

"Me, too. I just wasn't comfortable with heels yet. But, I've been practicing, hoping it could lead to a permanent dance opportunity."

"It will. I want you to work in the velvet room this weekend," you announce.

"Yes, daddy." Jongin's voice quivers slightly, using that name for you to convey reverence and a touch of shyness. It makes your heart skip a beat.

"Jongin," you respond. Your tone is gentle yet firm, re-establishing the dynamic between you two.

Your body is swimming with lust. The last thing you want is to fuck him at the club.

Not to mention, you don't even have your Gucci bag. You would be lying if you said you didn't get a little moist watching him dance like that.

"Stop calling me that."

You stare into his eyes, and he jumps down from the stage and stands before you.

The intensity between you two is palpable as you feel the magnetic pull of Jongin, drawing you closer.

"I... I love calling you that," he murmurs, his voice quivering. Gently grasping your hand, he brings it to his lips, placing a soft, lingering kiss on your knuckles. His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, "It's our special thing. You haven't let anyone else have that privilege... have you?"

"No," you confirm.

There's a shy hesitation in Jongin's voice, revealing an undertone of vulnerability as he says, "I haven't performed in the velvet room in quite some time. Can... can I practice with you?"

You remember his apprehension regarding the velvet room. He was always fussy about performing there, perhaps because of its intimate setting. But now, knowing his tenure here is temporary, you want every experience to be perfect. Every memory is to be etched deep.

You want to make sure he's good to go for the velvet room.

"Sure."

Once inside, you reach for the remote, activating the LED lights that bathe the room in a sultry purple hue. You recline on the plush couch, its cushions enveloping you, and a neat stack of crisp bills sits on the table beside, ready to bathe in skin in dollar bills.

But nothing could've prepared you for the moment Jongin steps into the room. Clad only in a thong, his sculpted physique on full display, it's a sight that's intoxicatingly overwhelming.

You didn't bring your Gucci purse because you didn't think anything would happen when Jongin harmlessly asking to practice. He doesn't have the key to the club anymore, so it would only make sense for you to be present.

Jongin struts over to you still in those heels and immediately straddles you, and the music starts playing in the background.

He turns around to reveal his nice firm ass. You toss a bill onto him. It's taking everything inside of you not to grab it.

"Thank you, daddy."

Jongin is pushing you, but you want nothing more than to fuck him nice and hard again. You try to block out that thought and focus on the dance.

The velvet room has strict rules about touching, and you try to make this seem as close to the real thing as possible.

When he shakes his ass in your face, you see he still has your name tattooed on his lower back.

You thought he would have it covered up. Somehow, you didn't notice it last night.

Maybe he had makeup covering it for the show, but it's on full display.

The more Jongin grinds on you, the more your pussy throbs for him. Why does he have to do this to you? Why does he have to look good like this?

Jongin gets in your lap and wraps his arms around you. "I want you."

"Of course, you do. But, this is a private dance in the Velvet room, and I'm just a paying customer."

"Fuck me.. it'll be just between us."

"Jongin.. please," you moan slightly out. You hate being tempted like this. You want to resist your ex-husband so badly, but you just can't. Everything inside of you is screaming that you want him, need him, desire him.

Sure, you have the Lee Twins to please you at your beck and call. But, they aren't Jongin. They don't make you feel the way he does.

"Have me again... I need you."

You stand up and place Jongin on the couch. You grab his thong and rip it off his body. You toss the flimsy material over your shoulder.

"What do you want, Jongin? Tell me."

"Fold me up like a pretzel and fuck me," Jongin whines.

You know exactly what he's talking about. You adjust his body against the couch, and he holds his legs back for you as you position yourself to fuck him in one of your favorite positions, Amazon.

His nude body is perfect in your eyes. Seeing your ex-husband offering himself to you like you're some god is iconic in a sense.

You inch down onto his dick until you feel the fullness of his length stretch you a bit. You like that even though you don't have your strap, you are still in control in this position.

You love having a beautiful man submit to you and give themselves to you entirely. There is nothing more satisfying than having him inside of you again.

It is such a sacred act to share with the man that you still share a last name with. You've been telling yourself that you haven't change your last name because of the process. But, you know that it's because you still love Jongin.

As you stare down at him, he looks like a beautiful angel waiting to be devoured by sin herself. You wait for a few moments before you make any adjustments as time stands still.

No words are exchanged between you and him. But, you can feel the energy radiating between the two of you. There's so much love, not to mention lust, that is present.

"I haven't stopped loving you," Jongin takes a breath as you begin to move on his length. You place your hands against his as he's holding back his legs for you.

"I feel the same way," you immediately reply.

Your body rocks slowly as you work yourself on his dick. Soft moans escape from the lips of your angel, Jongin. You feel a bit satisfied with how you are making him feel.

"Am I still yours... daddy?" Jongin asks you.

"Yes.." you moan. At this point, hearing him call you that is sending you over the edge. You don't want this feeling to be over already.

It's a question he asked you last night. Your ego gave him an answer, but the truth is he's always been yours. Even after things ended and you tried to move on to the Lee Twins. He's never left your mind.

You lean down and slip your tongue into his mouth as you fuck him nice and slow.

Your sweet Jongin spreading his legs for you and letting you dominate him this way has you feeling powerful as shit.

The moment's intensity fuels your desire, making you crave more of him. Every touch and moan between you both ignites a fire within, as if time stands still.

It's a connection that transcends physical pleasure, reminding you of your undeniable bond with Jongin.

The room fills with the sounds of your passionate reunion, as the boundaries between past and present blur once more.

Jongin holds his legs up, and your bounce on his dick while you hold the back of the couch.

"Come inside of me, baby. I know you can do it."

"Anything to please you."

Jongin's eyes lock with yours, filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. The moment's intensity heightens as you both surrender to the intoxicating rhythm of your bodies moving as one.

The two of you release together and collapse into each other's arms, breathless and sated. The room is filled with a lingering sense of connection and intimacy, as if time itself has stood still in this moment of pure bliss.

"Fuck, Jongin. I love you so much."

"I love you, more."

***

The next night, the club is open again, and everything runs smoothly. Word has gotten out that Kai is back, and there are more people here early to glimpse the main attraction, Kai.

The soft hum of bass from the club's speakers is barely audible in the distance, providing a muted soundtrack to the intimate setting of your office.

You are in your office counting the money you've received from some of the newer strippers and putting it away when Taemin walks into your office.

"Hi, baby," you greet him warmly.

Under the room's subdued lighting, Taemin's fishnet dress gleams, casting playful reflections. His black leather ankle boots, studded with metal, give his look an edgy finish. His smokey eyes and bold, dark lips enhance his striking features.

You stand up, and you walk over to him. You kiss him on the lips and close the door behind him. You push him against the door, and your hands fall around his waist.

"Hi.." Taemin's voice, usually so confident, came out as a soft whimper, causing you to look up from the glitter bottle.

"What can I do for you?" you ask.

"Umm, can you put glitter on my back and legs? Ten usually helps me, but he's already on the floor."

Taking the bottle from him, you reply, "Sure."

You put the body glitter all over his legs and back. It's something you wouldn't do for the other dancers. But, because you and Taemin have an intimate relationship, you don't mind.

"Goddess?" he whispers.

"Yes."

"Are you still mad at me for smoking the other night?"

"No, I was never mad. I was disappointed, yes. It was supposed to be your night as a solo headliner. You know that's an important spot to fill."

You sit on the edge of your desk.

"But, the thing is, I'm not Kai, and I never will be."

"But, Tae, you are an amazing dancer in your own right. I don't compare you two. Because that's the nature of the business, it's never about my personal feelings. It's about what's going to make the club the most money. He's only here temporarily."

"I understand."

"So, don't trip, okay?"

There's a knock at the door, and both you and Taemin look up.

"I'll see you later," Taemin kisses you on the lips and walks out without acknowledging Jongin.

"Hey, boss. I'm working the velvet room, tonight like you asked," Jongin interrupts you as he walks into your office.

"Perfect."

"I want to take you out for lunch tomorrow. Is that okay?"

You sigh. "Jongin.. what are we doing? We're not married anymore. All of this is very reminiscent of our marriage. Fucking in the velvet room, going on dates. You know I'm seeing the Lee Twins."

"You're in an official relationship with them?"

"Not officially, but they've been staying with me for the last couple of months."

"Oh, well. If they don't belong to you. What's wrong with us hanging out?"

"Jongin, this is a lot. I know I shouldn't have asked you to return after you were adamant about leaving this lifestyle. I want to see you live out your dreams."

"I don't want to live them if I can't do with you."

Your heart drops in your chest as he reveals that revelation. You knew there were still some possible feelings between the two of you.

"Jongin. I want to be part of your life, too. But, I don't know what this means for us."

"Be with me again."

[purpletigertaetae]

Rosie

Gif isn't mine!

Pairing: Stripper!Taemin x Reader

Word Count: 2308 words

Genre: Fluff, a hint (and I mean like a whisper) of smut. But honestly not really, no actual smut.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: I mean, Taemin gives whiplash, but beyond that nothing.

Tagging: First, a major thanks to mama thot ( @taetaesbaebaepsae​) because I don’t know what a strip club looks like so she helped me out! You cuuuute!

Notes: You know, I’ve found that I really like dance scenes, but I absolutely SUCK at writing them. I dunno man, I’m a little crazy, because I wrote this at 1 am this morning in a weird fever dream.  Anyways... I hope you enjoy! 

Your friend’s bachelorette party had been so stereotypical, you could’ve planned it in your sleep. Brunch, mimosas, a boat ride around the harbor, cute pictures for hours at the Japanese Gardens in the sunset and onward. At one point, you had left the rest of the girls to tour the area and plucked a rose to place in your own hair, wishing for the hundredth time you were in her place, in love with a guy who loved you with a fervor. In your heart you wished for a romance, a sexy lover in bed, a gentleman on the streets. You had been on plenty of dates, and a couple hookups, but they never passed your tests. The witty banter never happened, the courting never happened, and in bed they left you unsatisfied and orgasm-less, having reached their peak way before you. You hoped for a day that you would be the queen, with a king.

RING Your phone rang with texts, jolting you out of your daydream. The girls had finished their pictures, and with the sun having set, they were ready to head back to the hotel to get ready for the next place.

One hour later, you were dressed in something much more skimpy, eyes in a smoky shadow, your lips painted red like blood, and feet shoved into sky high stilettos. The red rose found its place back into your hair, the pop of color matching your lips. The other bridesmaids ushered you and the bride into the rented limo and you sped off into the streets. Once the limo reached its destination, you stepped out of the limo and let out the biggest groan.

“A strip club? Really you guys?”

Loud giggles answered you and you were pulled into the seedy establishment. You had lived in this city for over six years but had never graced this place. As you stepped in though, your jaw dropped. However seedy it looked on the outside, it was a complete one-eighty inside. It was spotless. There were lounge chairs scattered in circles around poles and poker tables, a wall to wall bar set up on the side, facing a raised platform against the other wall. Facing the entry, on the back wall was a stage, with chairs facing it. The lighting was dim, sexy, with a reddish tint, and people milled about, some at the bar, some lounging in chairs. Just stepping inside boosted your confidence, and you followed the girls to the back, you added a swing to your step, hips swaying. Something about this place made you feel sexy, even though you weren’t even a dancer.

You all found your place at the front of the stage, while a waitress placed drinks in front of you. You all cheered and threw back shots, sipping on tequila, letting loose, waiting for the next dancer to start. Your eyes wandered as you waited, clocking the handsome bartender behind the bar, the two waitresses placing food and drinks in front of other patrons, and attractive men and women dancing on poles behind you.

“When is this show starting?” You muttered to the bride sitting next to you, reaching to take a sip of your drink.

“Any minute now y/n! Are you excited?”

“Sure, that’s one word for it.” You grinned, happy that your friend was having a good time.

Suddenly the lights around you dimmed and a spotlight lit up the center stage. As the dancer sauntered out, your eyes grew wide and your jaw dropped. He was ravishing in blond hair, icy blue eyes, a smirk painted on his lips, and a perfectly tailored suit. He walked on stage like he owned the place and you were left awestruck and speechless while the girls around you screamed in delight. He sauntered up to the edge of the stage, and locked his eyes on you, quirking an eyebrow, a stunning smile licking across his face. You just sat back, stunned until he broke eye contact and strutted back to his position, a furious blush blooming across your cheeks.

As the music rang out, he spun around, taking off his suit jacket and tilting his head up giving you a view of his jaw, neck and collarbone. His hands came up around his neck, almost like a caress and he ran them down to his crotch, stopping as he took off his belt, while you watched entranced. His eyes found yours again and you were hooked, your panties getting wetter with his every move. He moved with the music, grinding the air, each snap of his hips sending a jolt down to your core. Your eyes were wide, unblinking, but he still smirked as if he knew exactly what he was doing to you. He danced back up to the front of the stage as the music lulled, looking for a partner while dancers behind him pulled up a chair. He started at the other end of your line, stopping at each girl, looking, playing, teasing. Eagerness arose in each girl as he moved down the line, hoping he would choose them until he landed on the bride. She looked at him knowingly and waved her left hand to show off her ring. He winked at her and finally turned to you, extending his hand.

“How about you, Rosie? Would you like a dance?” His voice was deep and breathy, the nickname sending a tingle down your spine.

You gaped at him and his hand for what seemed like an eternity, and then made a decision. You grabbed it shooting him a small smile, downing your drink, while the brightest, widest smile lit up his face. While you climbed up onto the stage, the music changed into a Latin beat, and you smirked wider. This was going to be a surprise, for him. He placed you center stage and began dancing around you hips writhing to the beat, until the music picked up. He spun quickly, but you stopped him in his tracks, finally snapping out of the spell he put you in. You ran your hands down his chest, looking up into his eyes. He watched in disbelief as your hands found their way into his hair, onto his shoulders as your legs moved in time with his. Those years of competitive salsa and tango had finally paid off. He caught your waist as you dipped and you began hearing cheers as your friends came out of their shock. You pranced around him, slut dropping, and swaying, showing off your assets as he watched, an excited and seductive smile growing on his face. His eyes sparkled with mischief as you threw yourself at him, in time to the music, twisting away when he tried to catch you. You lost yourself in him and the music, shoving him back into the chair he had put out for you, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off, grazing your lips across his jaw while placing your leg around his shoulder. He bucked his hips up to you, and you spun and placed your ass up against his clothed but hard member, freezing as the music stopped and his dance finished. You stood up to thunderous applause, the entire club had been watching you, a blush blooming deep on your cheeks.

“Give it up for Rosie!” He finally spoke again, and you noted a waver in his deep voice. Did he seem shocked? Blushing hard, you dipped in a slight curtsy as everyone applauded again. However when you went to leave the stage, he caught your wrist and pulled you back into his chest, catching you off guard and stealing your breath as he whispered into your ear.

“You’ve left me with quite a dilemma, Rosie. You gonna help me fix it?” He pushed his hips into your ass, his hard-on evident through his pants.

Your eyes widened in shock, your shyness back with a vengeance, and you forced yourself to breathe, letting out a breathy laugh.

Gathering the last bit of your courage, you turned around and stood on your tiptoes to reach his ear.

“Maybe next time big boy.”

You nipped at his ear and rushed down the stage, leaving him with a surprised look on his face, but a smile slowly licking at his face. Had you looked back, you would’ve seen him rake his fingers through his tousled hair, a wide smile on his face, admiration in his eyes. However, you rushed away looking to get fresh air, your heart racing in your chest. The bridesmaids stared at your receding back, while the bride trailed after you, hoping to catch you as you ran out the door.

You burst out into the night air, breathing heavily, pacing back and forth until finally resting your back against the brick wall.

“Y/N? Y/N, are you okay?” The bride quickly came out after you. “You were fire up there, babe. That was incredible. I mean honestly, it got really steamy real quick. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“I didn’t know I had it in myself to be honest.”

You stared back at her, a little crazed and began giggling. Within seconds, you two were laughing out loud, hard and out of breath. You both finally calmed down and she spoke again. “Are you okay? What possessed you to do that?”

“I don’t know. He was so attractive and enticing and I… I just snapped.” You paused and looked back at her, “it was exhilarating.”

She went to open her mouth to speak but the door to the club slammed wide open and the rest of the bridesmaids came trailing out.

“Y/N that was bill- no wait brilliant,” one girl slurred.

You looked at the group concerned, “why did you all come out?”

“We’re DRUNK!” Two girls screamed.

You and the bride exchanged looks and then you spoke, “we should get them home.”

You called the limo, and took them all home, finally finishing up the most interesting night you had experienced in a long while.

-A couple weeks later-

After that bachelorette party, you had basically retreated back into your shell. It was back to regular routine, work, home and sleep. You had seen the bride a couple of times, but had shut down any conversation she brought up about the night of the bachelorette party. She didn’t need to know that you had gotten off multiple times to that hot dancer, his smirk seared in your brain. She didn’t need to know you had tried to find him again but to no avail. She didn’t need to know that you had maybe fallen for him, without even knowing his name. You would be fine and this man, this dancer was just a fleeting thing that would disappear over time.

You sighed loudly as you pushed your cart around the grocery store aisle, catching yourself in thought of the dancer. You shook your head, trying to pull yourself out of your daydream and...

Crash! Your cart collided with the person across from you, making you drop the pasta box in your hand.

“Sorry! Sorry! I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed, while picking it up. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going!”

There was silence on the other end until you heard a familiar voice that sent a tingle down your spine.

“Rosie?”

Your head snapped up, and you locked eyes with the man from your recent dreams. His hair was still blond but his eyes were a deep chocolate brown. In his hoodie and jeans, he seemed boyish, almost innocent, his eyes wide behind round glasses.

“Rosie! It is you!” The man exclaimed, a blinding smile spreading across his face.

You blinked a couple times as he spoke, snapping yourself back to reality.

“Hey, yes it’s me. But my name isn’t Rosie. It’s, uh, Y/N.”

“Y/N. I’d been looking for you. The way you danced that night... I... I was hooked. I am hooked.”

“Oh. Thanks. I don’t know what got into me, I usually don’t do that.”

“Are you kidding? I’ve been dancing forever and that was a first. You surprised me... In a good way... in the best way actually.” He blushed hard, gaze on the floor, speaking coyly. He looked at you through his lashes, bashful and shy, a stark difference from the man up on the stage.

You looked at him curiously, a small smile on your face. “Yeah I, uh, learned salsa and tango for a while, but that was new for me too. I don’t usually do that, well actually I never do that,” you rambled, until you remembered you didn’t even know his name. “Uh, we danced together, but I never caught your name?”

“Oh it’s Taemin. Lee Taemin.”

“Well Taemin, it was a pleasure dancing with you.” A blush rose through your cheeks as you smiled shyly at him. For a moment you both just looked at each other and smiled, trying to communicate through unspoken words, until you broke the silence. “It was nice to meet you Taemin.” You pulled your cart away and attempted to turn around.

“Wait! Rosie! No, wait Y/N!”

You turned back around to him and he began to speak.

“Look Rosie... I mean y/n... I, uh,” he cleared his throat almost nervously. “I would love to dance with you again, you know, without an audience,” his eyes widened as he registered what he said, “No wait that’s not what I mean!” He ran his hands through his hair nervously, and cleared his throat again. “I mean, I’d like to get to know you better if that’s okay?”

He watched you, eyes wide, hope laced with nervousness in them.

You chuckled quietly and then spoke softly, “I’d like that.”

“So how about coffee?”

“Coffee sounds great.”

A/N: Look I know it’s been ages since I posted something original on my blog, my irl life has been kicking my ass. But I hope you enjoyed! 

[ultsmrk-ao3]

Title:  Sweet Cherry Pie

Summary: In which famous stripper Lee Taemin teaches new recruit Lee Taeyong the basics to working for him.

Words: 3,116

Tags: stripper au, heavy smut, stripper!taeyong, stripper!taemin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17802665

[thatiwouldbe]

vb au santana would find taemin mesmerizing actually. like she would wholeheartedly love his music, she would watch the mvs and dance practices, she'd be down to go to one of his concerts with tina, etc

[misswoozi]

On the Johnmark stripper Au,I think Mark's friends could be Yuta,Taemin,Hendery,2Win,Haechan and Xiaojun,then the other strippers could be Ten,Wooyoung,San,Dino and Key.

THESE ARE EVERY GOOD SIDE CHARACTERS, OP

[sugar-petals]

Excitedly waiting for you 18+ idol reading to open cause no one does it like Caro 🔥

i had a specific idea. fancy a surprise card session? ✍️

୫ TAEMIN TAROT READING | how will he dance for his partner? 😍

➝ a three-card spread to find out how the god of sensual dance himself will be puttin’ on the ritz with his lavish movements.

♡ DISCLAIMER // there is no guarantee for accuracy. believing in the cards is a choice; all portrayals are speculative and for entertainment purposes only.

⊹ TEN OF WANDS (reverse) — Now, don’t get me wrong when I put it like this: He won’t go all out, but not because he’s half-hearted. Make no mistake. It’s all about how he can save energy. Unless his klutzy side is concerned, or the unholy mob of bugs is down to attack him again, we know Taemin is acting damn smart, and thinking even smarter. He won’t try way, way too hard to impress this person only to fail miserably. As a seasoned entertainer, he knows that stress is a performance killer: In every sense of the word. Finding some balance and being appropriate in the bedroom atmosphere is more important to him here. Pretty clever because he knows how much he’ll still need that energy later. Don’t ask for what, you’re already suspecting it. Strategy, alright. Flailing his arms, pumping his chest, going all crazy shaking his ass in all directions only to run completely out of steam after merely five minutes? Doesn’t look good on anyone. And: Doing that is an insult to how he can expertly conjure his concert stamina when he doesn’t (!) go that raw from second one. Taemin would rather slow dance like he did in MOVE than go buckwild like in IDEA, twist his legs and arms into a knot or something. No backbreaking: Yet. As his body’s intelligence will tell, fast doesn’t have the right sensual energy and isn’t very Lee Taemin-like. Especially the Taemin in private, anyway. It needs measure and shifting back a couple gears, it’s not the MAMA awards at home. He moves without the relentless exhaustion (10 OF WANDS not reversed = depleting yourself) that you see some male strippers exhibit. Less muscle play, more swaying of the hip. Taemin has no plans of embarrassing himself by being out of breath entirely like a fool. It’s not so sultry if his partner gets all riled up only to unwrap a sweaty reeking mess. He’s well aware not to be showing off with that kind of arrogance. Stomping, humping, jopping the floor and whatnot. He knows he still can give his 100% without treating foreplay like work and duty. Instead of ‚I’ll give it to ya‘, it’s a ‚just give it to me‘ kind of feeling, and that’s just right on brand.

⊹ QUEEN OF PENTACLES — Continuing with the take it slow, make it practical theme here. I’m getting the serious impression that Taemin will use his little dancing display to fully spoil his significant other in some way or another. They might be treated to a lap dance, sitting down and holding something dear to you on your thighs is a central imagery on the card. Taemin is not above just sitting down on someone to do his thing. And again, he won’t do funny shit, nor experiment at random. He probably planned all of the dance. This is the type of scenery where Taemin just waltz steps out of the kitchen with some food to, and hear me out, casually feed you like your mom friend. And I’m only half joking, because this card is the mommy rather than the daddy (aka the KING OF PENTACLES). It won’t surprise anyone that Taemin is 1) delicious and 2) the ace of making more traditionally feminine choreographies and silhouettes his very own. The sheer androgyny already goes without any saying or forcing it. If his partner has a favorite girl group signature dance, Taemin will portray his rendition without a blink. And nothing super eccentric and bold in style here, either. The smooth operator is here. The whole reading is giving some chilled-out, baby cheese duckling kinda mood rather than being aggressively thirsty. No outdoing each other. He might think of this as a light activity, make it fun, be at ease. But it makes sense, he shows his relaxed, no-pressure environment side; Taemin hates to be nervous or be grilled by expectations. He knows how to dance professionally the best after all and channels all the sexy image on camera: Taemin is toning it down and catering to one person instead of the whole world. Loyalty, loyalty. The QUEEN OF COINS stays at home to create a feast there, she won’t go clubbing and prancing and dining elsewhere. This card is not fire, water, air, but grounded and replenishing earth energy. Fire twerks, water uses flexibility, air does full-on jumps, but earth is more about the stable movements. Comfort is the word here. He’s very comfortable to express himself in front of someone when the blinds are closed.

⊹ SEVEN OF WANDS (reverse) — The exact same sentiment, and reverse wands all over again. It’s like all of the cards are perfectly coherent, which is not often the case because people and situations are so complex. But with this one, I can see the overarching answer being clear. Taemin seems to adapt his erotic dancing to what his one-person audience requests back and forth. It’s about breaking down the tensions and mental barriers between them as a couple, rather than exaggerating their differences, creating polarizing roles, and him putting up a tough exterior. He’ll be like come on, Kkoong is watching us, and Key will scold me if I’ll act all haughty-naughty. Asking the cards, we all expected unhinged BDSM fireworks and got a vanilla candle instead. It’s sweet, man. Fluff lover Taemin has no qualms being overly romantic here, if there’s such a thing as overdoing it. The reverse of any wands shows that he has a habit of lowering his guard too quickly, but any romance Taemin fancies will turn out well. A defensive-looking manly man has no place in his relationship, he doesn’t need to be aloof or tough on his sweetheart. Nor want to be, because this card carries with it a tone of, I’ll do what you desire, and I surrender. I show myself in a vulnerable state (big topic here). I didn’t expect the reading to turn out so soft but here we are, and it’s only logical. Taemin leaves his edgy, hard angles idol image on stage where it belongs, and takes a few steps back in his more domestic matters where his dancing becomes a lot more mellowed. He won’t grab his partner and pin them to the wall while there’s CRIMINAL blaring from the speakers, but will caress and choose piano music. A poet, not a warrior. No bucking hips and crazy footwork as if he’s ready for battle, but fuzzy outlines and effortless poses. The spread is overall promising of a good and laid-back time that’s not too serious or provocative, and I’m liking the thought of Taemin showcasing that easy-going side of him.  

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© 2017-2022 sugar-petals. Do not repost my readings.

[junghelioseok]

clandestine. | 02

↳ forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.

◇ jungkook x reader ◇ smut | fluff | brother’s best friend!au ◇ 7k [2/6]

notes: looks like it’s a writing/editing kinda day, folks! hope you enjoy this installment, and let me know what you think! 

warnings: jk’s massive noona kink: a recurring yet warranted warning, jeon jungkook is a goddamn tease, smuuuut, oral (f receiving), jk’s got a big dick whoOPS, minimally edited bc i’m feeling lazy

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Morning brings with it bright sunshine and fresh horror as the events of the previous evening come rushing back. You aren’t sure you’ll ever be able to look Jeon Jungkook in the eye again—or at least, not without being reminded of the way he’d plagued every single one of your dreams with devilish eyes and even more devilish fingers. Groaning, you scrub at your temples, as if that will help dispel the memories. After a few fruitless moments, you crawl out of bed and head for the bathroom, intent on washing everything away with a good, cold shower.

Try as you might, though, you simply cannot avoid your dark-haired neighbor. You’re in the kitchen sipping at your second coffee of the day and debating what you want for lunch when there’s a knock on the front door—a familiar rhythm that has your heart stuttering. “It’s open!” Jimin yells from the living room, and a moment later, the devil himself strolls in, wearing a plain black t-shirt with ripped jeans and well-worn Timberlands. Vaguely, you wonder when he made the switch from white tees to black, but your musings are cut short when he spots you in the kitchen, an impish grin settling across his face.

“Hey, Noona.”

“Hey.” You thank whatever god may be out there that your voice is steady. “Jimin’s in the living room.”

Jungkook tilts his head coyly and takes a step forward. “What makes you think I’m here for Jimin? Maybe I came to see you.”

Anxiously, you swallow down the memories of his warm hands that are trying to resurface. “I highly doubt that.”

“Really?” Jungkook takes another step forward and plucks the coffee mug from your hands. “What if I came over to finish what I started last night?”

Heat floods across your face. “That—that was… I mean, I don’t—”

“You don’t what?” Jungkook asks, raising a brow. “Want me? Because I’m pretty sure that’s a lie, Noona.” Quietly, he closes the last bit of distance between you, and when he speaks again you can feel his warm breath fanning across your cheeks with every word. “You see, I think you want me. Just as much as I want you. Am I wrong?”

“Jungkook, we—”

“Dude, what’s taking you so long?” Jimin’s head suddenly pops around the doorway, and you nearly jump out of your skin in your effort to put some distance between you and your dark-haired neighbor. “I’m about to start the game without you.”

“Just wanted to grab some coffee and say hi to {Name},” Jungkook replies, raising your half-empty mug to his lips and taking a sip. “Did you want to join us, Noona? It’d be fun to watch you kick Jimin’s ass at Mario Kart again.”

You swallow, hard. “I can’t. I’ve got homework to do.” Not strictly true, perhaps, but you’d been planning on looking over the details of your internship again at some point, and now seems as good a time as any. “Sorry,” you add quickly, seeing Jungkook’s disbelieving expression.

“Summer homework? Gross.” Jimin pulls a face. “You’re still coming to Tae’s party though, right?”

You nod, unwillingly catching Jungkook’s eye again. He’s still sipping at your coffee, and you don’t miss the flagrant wink he shoots you over the rim of the cup. “See you later then, Noona,” he says, his voice practically a purr.

“Right,” you respond dully, your heart skipping a beat at the dark promise in his stare. “Later.”

Jimin and Jungkook disappear down the hall, but you remain rooted in the kitchen for a few minutes longer, listening as the music of whatever video game they’ve decided on starts playing from the living room. Heaving a sigh, you fetch a new mug from the cupboard and pour yourself some more coffee, grabbing an apple and a bag of chips as well. Taking everything up to your bedroom, you pull out your laptop and make yourself comfortable on your bed, plugging in some headphones to drown out the noise from downstairs. With any luck, you won’t have to see Jungkook again until you have to leave for Taehyung’s party, and you’re pretty sure that it’ll be easy to avoid him once you’re there.

In fact, you’re certain of it.

So with that thought in mind, you settle down with your coffee and open up Netflix, sinking into the pillows and pushing your dark-haired neighbor into the deepest recesses of your mind. It isn’t until your phone starts vibrating insistently against your thigh that you are startled out of your binge-watching, the screen lit up with two new notifications. Surprised, you realize that hours have passed, the sky outside your window deepening into the hazy blue of nighttime.

[6:02pm] Jungkook: you hungry, noona?

[6:02pm] Jungkook: for pizza, i mean. we ordered dinner

[6:03pm] Jungkook: but i’ll be your dessert if you want me ;)

You drop your phone as if burned, his final message playing over and over in your mind. It takes you a full minute to gather your wits again, stowing your device in your pocket without responding and carefully picking your way downstairs. Already, you can smell the cheesy grease, your stomach growling in anticipation.

Just grab the pizza and go, you think to yourself, formulating your escape plan and double-checking it for any holes. Dine and dash.

You’re walking past the foyer when there’s suddenly a knock on the front door. Curiously, you answer it, swinging it open to see a familiar grinning face standing on the doorstep. Lee Taemin is a good friend of Jimin’s, and your brother pokes his head out from the kitchen at the sound of your greeting, clearly expecting the new guest.

“Taemin! Get in here and have some pizza,” Jimin says, his mouth full. “You too, Noona. We got plenty.”

Instead of immediately heading for the food, Taemin wraps you in a hug that has you wheezing for air. “Long time no see, huh? How’ve you been?”

You squirm in his tight embrace, raised to your tiptoes. “Put me down, you heathen. I’m fine right now, but I won’t be if you suffocate me.”

Taemin chortles good-naturedly and releases his grip, ruffling your hair. “Good to see you too, {Name}. Honestly, it hasn’t been the same around here without you. How long are you back for? The whole summer?”

You shake your head. “Just a couple weeks. I’ve got to get back for an internship.”

“Already a hotshot, huh?” Taemin grins. “What are you going to be doing?”

The topic of your summer job is a welcome distraction from the way Jungkook’s dark gaze trails after you as you tread into the kitchen alongside Taemin, slapping two slices of pizza onto a plate and glancing around for a napkin. You can feel his eyes boring into the back of your skull, prickling your skin with electricity, but continue your conversation with Taemin as if nothing is amiss.

“You gonna sit down or what?” Taemin gives you a quizzical glance as he pulls a chair out from the table, joining Jimin and Jungkook who are already seated. You do your best to ignore the way Jungkook’s jaw flexes with every chew, somehow managing to look infuriatingly handsome despite the mouth full of dough and pizza grease staining his chin.

“I—” Your mind whirs, searching for the excuse you had planned. “—I still have some work to do. Reading and whatnot.”

“Nerd,” Jimin snorts.

Taemin shrugs. “Okay, then. Suit yourself, I guess.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything. But you feel his eyes burning into your skin as you head back upstairs, and it isn’t until you are safely back in your bedroom, sagging against the closed door, that you can finally breathe properly again.

///

You end up departing for the party nearly twenty minutes after the official start time of eight o’clock, caving to Jimin’s insistence on being fashionably late. Personally, you think he just wanted the extra time to work on his hair—making sure every strand is perfectly, effortlessly tousled—and call him out on it as he locks the front door behind you.

“I didn’t spend that long on my hair,” Jimin sniffs defensively. “Besides, you’re the one who needed to run back in and get your wallet. What do you even need your wallet for? We’re walking like, four blocks.”

“Better safe than sorry,” you retort. “What if I get murdered and they need to identify my body? What if I get mugged? You never know!”

Taemin falls into step beside you. “What if we need to tip a stripper?” he chimes in.

You nod and raise your hand for a high-five without taking your eyes off your brother. “Exactly! You have to tip your sex workers, Chim!”

Jimin waggles a suggestive eyebrow. “I think I’d rather give them a different ti—”

You push him off the sidewalk before he can finish speaking, pulling a face as he stumbles into the street in a fit of laughter. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence, you perv!”

The remainder of the short walk to Taehyung’s house passes uneventfully. Jimin doesn’t bother knocking, throwing open the door like he owns the place, and you trail after him with Taemin and Jungkook on your heels. Immediately, you’re assailed by a cacophonous sea of conversation and thumping music, people milling around in the dimly lit interior.

“There you are!” The voice comes from your left, and you barely have time to register the speaker’s face before she’s gasping and engulfing you in a hug. “{Name}, you made it! Hi!”

You laugh, squeezing her back. “Hi, Chaeyoung. It’s good to see you. Sorry I didn’t catch you at graduation.”

“Oh please,” she says, waving you off. “We have all the time in the world to catch up now. Let’s get you away from these boys and find you a drink, shall we?” Flipping a lock of strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder, she loops her arm through yours and begins steering you toward the kitchen. “So what are you in the mood for? The beer’s shit, so I’d stay away from anything in the cooler, but everything else is actually drinkable.”

“Shocking,” you remark, peering at the mess of bottles and cups lining the kitchen counter. There’s a massive bowl of a horrifyingly neon green concoction as well, and you take one whiff before backing away again, nose wrinkling in disgust. “I see Tae’s still making punch.”

“I wouldn’t touch that if I were you,” Chaeyoung advises. “He’s somehow managed to make it twice as sugary and three times more alcoholic than last year’s. Pretty sure it’s worse than moonshine at this point.”

You grin and locate an empty cup, raising it in her direction. “Thanks for the heads up.”

Chaeyoung refills her own drink, and you settle on a simple blend of cranberry juice and vodka. Together, you head back in the direction of the living room, where Jisoo and Lisa are chattering away on a couch in the corner. They look up at your arrival, greeting you with smiles and hugs, and quickly usher you into a seat beside them.

“So,” Jisoo begins, leaning forward. “How’s college?”

“Tell us everything,” Lisa adds, propping her chin in her palm. “Is it nice living away from home?”

Jisoo waggles her brows. “Forget that. Have you met any guys?”

Unbidden, Jungkook springs to the forefront of your mind, dark eyes staring at you from beneath equally dark hair as he leans down, down, down—

“Nope!” you blurt before your thoughts can progress any further. “I mean, I share a suite with a couple guys, but that doesn’t count.”

“Are they cute?” Lisa prods.

“They must be more mature than these high school boys,” Chaeyoung sighs.

“Hardly,” you snort. “Don’t get your hopes up.”

The gossip continues. More people arrive as the night wears on, the living room filling up with dancing bodies. A few girls you don’t know join in your conversation, perching on armrests and ottomans and the carpeted floor as a last resort. Across the hall in the dining room, you spot Taemin setting up a table for beer pong, a triumphant shout going up when Taehyung procures an unopened package of balls from somewhere in the hall closet.

“This is gonna be tournament style, got it?” he announces as he tears the package open. “Winner goes up against the undefeated champs—Jungkook and Yugyeom!”

Even from your comfy seat on the couch, you can see the arrogant twist of Jungkook’s mouth as he leans over to give Yugyeom a high-five. You can’t tear your eyes away from the way he tongues his cheek, lounging back into a chair to watch the first round of the game. Jimin steps forward alongside Taehyung, and you watch as your brother scrutinizes the pyramid of cups, poised to make a throw that lifts his shirt just enough to expose a flash of his admittedly toned abdomen.

“He wore that shirt on purpose,” Jisoo accuses, and you huff out a sound that’s more snort than laugh.

“Please, it’s just the only shirt he owns that isn’t dirty. Trust me.”

“I don’t even care,” another girl you don’t know the name of pipes up. “I’d still let him blow my back out.”

You grimace. “And on that note, I suddenly need another drink,” you announce, to giggles. Wrenching out of your cozy seat between Jisoo and Lisa, you wave your near empty cup in farewell and make your way toward the kitchen, carefully skirting around the dancers and beer pong spectators spilling out into the hallway.

The kitchen is deserted when you walk in, everyone having flocked to the dining room to watch the beer pong tournament. Humming along to the music, you open up the fridge and survey its contents, hoping to find something decent. Curiously, you pick your way past a few cans before turning a dark glass bottle around to read the label.

“Are you avoiding me, Noona?”

The voice comes from behind you, deep and sinfully resonant, and you don’t even have to turn around to know that he’s standing just inches away. His breath ruffles through the hair at the nape of your neck, sending gooseflesh prickling across your skin, and when strong hands curl gently around your hips you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

“I missed you, y’know,” he continues, his mouth finding its way to your ear and nipping lightly at the lobe. “You didn’t talk to me all day, even though I was right there in your house. Ran like a scared little rabbit when you saw me in the kitchen, didn’t you?” Softly, his lips ghost along the column of your throat, pressing a kiss to the junction of your neck and shoulder. “So, now what? Are you gonna run from me again?”

You don’t think you could if you tried. Your feet are rooted firmly in place, your entire body frozen as you await whatever he’ll do next. And when he urges you to spin around and face him, you obey immediately, your hands coming up to splay against his chest as he presses even closer and rewards your compliance with a kiss.

“Jungkook,” you breathe against his parted lips. “Jungkook, god.”

Slowly, he trails down your neck, leaving soft nips in his wake. “Yes, Noona?”

“We can’t,” you whisper, even as your head falls back to allow him more access to your clavicle. “Jungkook, we can’t do this.”

Your companion raises his head then, his dark gaze meeting yours. “Tell me to stop,” he says quietly. His thumbs dip beneath the hem of your shirt, rubbing circles into the soft skin of your waist, and you inhale sharply at the feeling. “If that’s what you want, Noona, just tell me to stop and I will. I promise.”

He’s palming along your hips now. The warmth of his palms seeps into your body, rendering it increasingly difficult to concentrate. His mouth returns to your neck as he awaits your answer, and you don’t miss the way his lips curl into a smirk against the delicate skin of your collarbone when you hesitate a moment too long.

“Well, Noona?”

Fuck it. Your arms wind around his neck, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between your bodies. “Jungkook, kiss me,” you breathe, throwing all remaining remnants of caution to the wind.

Jungkook straightens up to his full height, his smirk widening. “Anything for you, princess,” he remarks before leaning down, winding one hand in your hair and finding purchase in the curve of your waist with the other. The newfound pet name ignites a tendril of heat in the pit of your belly, and when Jungkook finally closes the gap between your lips, you release a breathy moan that he eagerly swallows. The hand in your hair tightens its grip to pull you even closer, tongues and teeth clashing as he deepens the kiss.

It’s only when the need for air becomes critical that you break away from him with a gasp, your lungs aching. Jungkook isn’t faring much better, his chest heaving beneath the thin white material of his t-shirt. He releases his grip on your hair, his thumb grazing across your cheek gently instead, and when he leans in to plant another kiss on your mouth, you exhale shakily. “God, Jungkook.”

His arm tightens around your waist. “What do you need, princess?” he asks, and you can’t deny your delight at his continued use of the nickname. His teeth find the lobe of your ear again, and you release a breathy moan as he delivers a particularly sharp nip to the soft flesh before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive spot just below it. “Tell me. Tell me, and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you anything you want.”

You slide your hands along his broad shoulders and up to his nape, brushing the silver hoops in his ears before tangling your fingers in his silky hair. “You’re teasing me.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue and pulls away, your arms falling uselessly to your sides as he takes a step back. “I just need to hear you say it, Noona,” he chides, his voice leaving no room for disobedience. “I need to hear you say that you want this. That you want me.”

A shiver dances up your spine, and you aren’t sure whether it’s due to his wicked lilt or the sudden absence of his body heat. “I want you,” you whisper, reaching out to touch him. “Jungkook, please.”

The smirk that spreads across his face is absolutely devastating. “Then come with me,” he commands softly, taking your hand and lacing your fingers together. You leave behind the thumping music and the loud chatter of the party, allowing Jungkook to pull you into one of several rooms lining the hallway and squeaking when he shuts the door and immediately pins you against it. His mouth slants across yours, hot and urgent, and you moan into the kiss as your hands fly up to grip his shoulders.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” Jungkook breathes, pulling away just enough to whisper the words against your lips. “Fuck, princess, look at this tiny little skirt you’re wearing. You’ve been killing me all night, you know that?”

He punctuates the words with another kiss, nipping harshly at your bottom lip. His hands slide down to the curve of your ass, and you gasp when he scoops you up effortlessly. “Legs around my waist,” he orders, readjusting his grip as he begins walking you further into the room.

It’s the laundry room, you realize upon closer inspection. Jungkook’s busy mouthing at your neck, but he breaks away with a smirk when he finally reaches his destination, plopping you down atop the cool metal of the washing machine. “Shame there’s nothing in here,” he remarks, kicking the side softly. “I really wanna fuck you with this thing running one day. But for now…” His smirk widens, his hands settling on your knees. “This’ll do.”

In an instant, he’s pushed up your skirt and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down and off your legs. He drops to his knees, smoothing his hands along your inner thighs, and your cheeks flush when he urges you to spread them further. “Jungkook—“ you mumble, thoroughly embarrassed as he stares reverently at your exposed core, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip. “Quit staring at me like that.”

“I can’t help it,” he murmurs, leaning in and pressing a soft trail of kisses along your thigh. “You’re so beautiful, Noona.”

“You…”

You trail off, unsure of what to say. What do you say when your little brother’s best friend is staring at you like you’re a desert oasis and he’s been wandering, dehydrated, for days? What do you say when the scrawny neighbor kid you’d grown up with is caressing every inch of your legs, soothing the soft skin with his fingers and lips?

What do you say when you realize, once and for all, that Jeon Jungkook is undoubtedly—unabashedly—a man now?

You swallow, hard. Jungkook is nearing your core now, his hair tickling your thighs, and you gasp when he slides a finger up your slit experimentally. “You’re so wet,” he breathes. “So wet, and so—” He touches the pad of his finger to his tongue, grinning up at you as he laps up your essence. “—delicious. Fuck. You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

And then he leans forward, boldly licking a stripe up the length of your entrance. Strong arms wind around your legs to hold you open, and when he shoves his face even deeper, his nose brushing against your clit, you let out a strangled whimper. “Fuck, Jungkook—”

The sound of his name draws a pleased hum from the young man nestled between your thighs, rumbling through his chest and straight to your core. Your walls clench, but Jungkook stubbornly refuses to dip his tongue inside. Instead, he teases at your folds, spreading them apart with two fingers and licking ardently at your leaking juices before kissing a short trail up to your clit. “Can you cum like this?” he asks curiously, thumbing across the sensitive bundle of nerves.

His answer comes in the form of a breathy gasp, your hips jerking upward to seek out more friction. Jungkook chuckles and obliges your silent request, dark eyes flickering up to meet yours as he begins rubbing slow circles around your bud. “Guess that’s a yes,” he murmurs, pressing yet another kiss to your thigh. His gaze remains locked on yours as he rubs a little harder, dragging your juices up from your slit and digging in deep until you are moaning aloud, your hands coming down to fist in his silky hair.

“I-I’m close,” you keen. “Please, Jungkook, please.”

Jungkook hums and leans back. At the same time, he slides two fingers inside you, curling them upward, and the sudden surge of fullness is more than enough to tip you over the edge. His name escapes your lips in a garbled moan, your walls spasming around his hand as he continues teasing your clit, drawing out your orgasm until you finally whine from oversensitivity and bat him away. Obediently, he withdraws, rising to his feet so that he towers over you once more.

“Holy fuck,” he murmurs, staring down at you with an expression caught somewhere between awestruck wonder and unbridled hunger. “You’re so pretty when you cum. So pretty and perfect and—” He swallows, his throat bobbing harshly. “God, I need to fuck you. Can I fuck you now, Noona? Will you let me stretch open this pretty little pussy and fill you up with my cock?”

Your breath hitches. Never in a million years could you have imagined that your brother’s mild-mannered best friend could have such a filthy mouth, but you cannot hide the way your core clenches at his words. Slowly, you raise your arms, winding them around his neck to pull him closer. “Yes,” you whisper, brushing your lips against his. “Fuck me, Jungkook.”

A groan escapes him, deep and cavernous in a way that sends heat spiking through your veins. Jungkook doesn’t waste any time, his mouth chasing after yours as one hand finds the back of your head, pulling you into a bruising kiss. The other slides down to the waistband of his jeans, freeing himself from the confines of the denim. He doesn’t break the kiss for a moment, even as he grabs your hips and pulls you closer. It isn’t until you’re seated on the very edge of the washing machine, wrapping your legs around his waist to steady yourself, that you pull away and let your gaze fall to his newly revealed cock. Jungkook is long and deliciously thick, and you let out a shaky breath when you see the pearlescent white drops beading at the swollen tip.

“Oh my god.” The words bubble up automatically, escaping you in an airy whisper. “How are you so big?”

Jungkook huffs out a hoarse chuckle, amusement glittering in his dark irises. “Think you can take all of me, princess?”

Your gaze falls down to his length again, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. “Put on a condom, and let’s find out.”

Jungkook grins and produces a little foil wrapper from somewhere in his back pocket, tearing into it with his teeth. You help him roll the condom over his cock, and as soon as it’s in place, he’s lining himself up and pushing inside you. A deep groan escapes him as he parts your walls inch by torturous inch, and you moan as your pussy is stretched to its limit, molding to his shape and sheer size. By the time he bottoms out, he’s almost prodding at your cervix, and you grab breathlessly at his bicep.

“I—I need a minute,” you gasp, your body spasming around him as you fight to adjust to the surge of fullness.

“Me too,” Jungkook rasps, his voice strained. His eyes flutter shut as he inhales deeply through his nose, cursing again when you clench around him unconsciously. “Fuck. You’re so tight.”

For a few moments, there’s only the sound of Jungkook’s labored breathing, his head falling forward to rest on your shoulder. His breath is hot against the exposed skin of your clavicle, and you sigh when you feel him mouthing at the delicate skin, nipping softly before soothing across it with his tongue.

At the sound, Jungkook raises his head, dark eyes meeting yours before dropping down to where the two of you are joined. “God, you look so good like this,” he murmurs, licking his lips. “So pretty, stuffed full of my cock.”

You clench around him again—this time more purposefully. Jungkook’s mouth falls open, a silent question on the tip of his tongue, and you answer it with a deliberate roll of your hips, wordlessly encouraging him to move. Gingerly, he obeys, retreating until only the head of his erection remains inside you. His hand drops down to your clit, and you keen out his name when he surges forward at the same time he flicks his thumb across the sensitive nub. Pleasure licks at your spine, replacing the discomfort. Jungkook lets out a pleased hum.

Slowly, he works up a rhythm, keeping his thrusts shallow as he begins rubbing circles around your clit again. With his other hand, he slides the straps of your top down your shoulders, tugging the bodice down just enough to free your breasts. Your nipples harden at the exposure, and a moan escapes you when he immediately takes one between his fingers, rolling and pinching at the peak. The additional stimulation, paired with the heavy drag of his cock along your walls and his insistent thumb on your clit, has you teetering dangerously close to the edge, your tummy tensing.

“Jungkook—” you whimper, your nails digging into his shoulders. He grunts in response and picks up the pace, rolling even more fervently up into your clenching heat, and you gasp when a particularly hard thrust sends you scooting backward atop the washing machine. “Fuck! I’m close, Jungkook.”

“Me too,” he grits out. “Come on, princess, cum for me. I know you can do it, just let go for me one more time—”

And with one final flick of his wrist and a thrust that’s so deep you can practically feel him in the back of your throat, you come completely undone, spasming wildly around his cock. It all proves too much for Jungkook, who’s groaning right alongside you as he reaches his high, spilling into the condom. He chants your name like a prayer as his hips gradually still, and his lips seek out yours almost instinctively as his cock softens inside you. The kiss is lazy and languid, contentment settling in your veins. Jungkook wraps you up in a warm embrace, his tongue dipping inside your mouth to explore.

It isn’t until a loud cheer rises up from the front of the house that you snap out of your blissful haze. “We should get back to the party,” you mumble into the kiss, pushing against Jungkook’s chest when he only pulls you closer. “Jungkook, come on. People are gonna get suspicious if we’re gone too long.”

“You know what else will make people suspicious? You, coming out like that.” He gestures at the skirt hiked up around your waist, a slow smirk playing at his lips as he gives you a once-over, his gaze lingering on the wet sheen streaking your inner thighs. “As much as I’m enjoying the view.”

You swat his arm. “Stop that!”

Jungkook snickers and bends down to pick up your discarded panties, swinging them around his index finger. “Stop what?”

“Oh my god, Jungkook.”

Cackling, he returns the lacy undergarment to you, watching as you pull the material up your legs. You adjust your shirt while he disposes of his condom, and when you hop off the washing machine, he offers you a hand that you gratefully accept, gripping his arm as you steady yourself on shaky legs.

“You should leave first,” you tell him, smoothing out the wrinkles in his t-shirt and relishing the way his muscles twitch beneath your fingertips. “It’ll look weird if we leave together, and I need to pee, anyway.”

Jungkook grins and catches your wrists, swooping down to plant a quick kiss on your mouth. “As you wish,” he says, offering you a playful wink.

Then he’s straightening back up to his full height, checking his pockets and running a hand through his mussed hair. You watch as he walks over to the door, putting his ear against it for a few seconds before determining that the coast is clear and slipping out into the hallway. As the door clicks shut behind him, you hear someone—you’re pretty sure it’s a drunk Yugyeom—greet him with a resounding clap on the back. “Dude, where have you been all night? We’re getting our asses handed to us. Minho and Taemin are winning.”

“Sorry, man,” Jungkook half-shouts, and you realize that he’s making sure you can hear him. “Come on. Let’s go get that crown.”

Leaning against the door, you listen as their voices recede down the hallway. You count to five, and then to ten when your thumping heart refuses to slow. At nineteen, it finally calms down—enough that you feel comfortable leaving the laundry room and slipping into the bathroom to clean yourself up.

There’s a massive crowd gathered in the dining room by the time you rejoin the party, and you easily slip unnoticed into the mass of people eagerly watching the final round of the beer pong tournament. Jungkook stands at the far end of the table beside Yugyeom, poised to throw.

He catches your eye at the same time he releases the ball with a flick of his wrist, a knowing smirk settling on his face as triumphant cheers break out all around you.

///

It’s well after midnight by the time the party begins to wind down. Chaeyoung and Lisa are nowhere to be found, and several other girls are lingering near the front door saying their goodbyes before heading out. You find yourself seated on the couch between Jimin and Minho, watching as the latter helps clean up by hurling beer cans at the wastebasket on the other end of the room.

“Man, no wonder you suck at pong.” Jungkook walks into the room and plops down on an end table, a faded cardboard Burger King crown sitting rakishly on his head. “Want me to show you how the champs do it?”

Minho snorts. “Fuck off, man, you barely won that second game. Besides, we totally would’ve won if Taemin hadn’t spent half the time staring at Lisa’s tits.”

Taemin, who’s perched on a corner of the coffee table, raises his hands innocently. “Hey, don’t look at me. I scored most of the points that round.”

Minho huffs irritably and tosses another can at the wastebasket, cursing when it bounces off the rim. Taehyung wanders in and picks it up, throwing it back at Minho before squeezing into the miniscule amount of space between you and Jimin on the couch.

“Jesus, Tae,” you grunt, shifting to give him more room. The movement tilts you toward Minho, smushing you against his side, and he shoots you a playful grin and a wink.

“Cozy?”

“Cozy,” you confirm with a laugh.

“Good,” he says, freeing his arm and throwing it across the back of the couch to give you a little more space. “It’s nice having you around again, Noona.”

Jungkook’s head whirls around so quickly you fear he might have given himself whiplash. His stare zeroes in on Minho’s arm, eyes narrowing at the proximity, but the other boy remains blissfully unaware as he leans back against the couch cushions. Subtly, you lean forward, trying to put some distance between your bodies.

“It’s nice to be back,” you tell him. “It feels like I missed so much, but at the same time, it’s like nothing’s changed.”

“Choi’s aim sure hasn’t changed,” Yugyeom remarks from the doorway with a handful of empty beer bottles. “Still can’t land a shot, even after all these years.” Raising a bottle, he hefts it toward the wastebasket, smirking in satisfaction when it sinks perfectly inside the can.

“And not just with pong,” Taemin goads. “How did things go with Sana again?”

Minho rolls his eyes. “Like you’re one to talk. Besides, we’d all probably stand a better chance if Jeon over there would leave some girls for the rest of us.”

“You’re just jealous because Sana likes him better than she likes you,” Taehyung says with a snicker. “Yo, Jeon! Didn’t you guys make it to third base at Jackson’s party?”

Your stomach sinks as all eyes in the room turn to Jungkook, whose eyes go wide at the sudden attention. “What?”

“Sa. Na,” Taehyung repeats, emphasizing each syllable. “Hottest girl in our year? Third base at Jackson’s? Or are you having a hard time remembering since you wound up leaving with Jihyo?”

Yugyeom chortles as he plops down onto the carpeted floor. “Fuck, man, I forgot about that. Jesus. Just last year you were still shitting yourself at the thought of talking to a girl. Who knew you secretly had so much game?”

The room is beginning to feel stifling. Every breath you take feels like you’re inhaling ash, like a volcano that has lain dormant for ages has suddenly and without warning erupted inside your chest.

He’s playing you. And even worse, it seems that this is a game he’s played before—many times, if his friends are to be believed. Your stomach turns at the thought.

From his perch on the end table, Jungkook scoffs out a stilted, staccato note. “Right. I guess any nonzero number would seem high to you guys, huh?”

Loud jeers break out from the surrounding boys, and you do your best to melt back into the couch cushions. The way you’re squished between Taehyung and Minho makes it impossible for you to find any leverage to stand, so you settle for leaning your head back and staring at the stucco ceiling, willing your heartbeat to slow. Gradually, the noise of the party fades into the background, as do the voices of your brother and his friends. It’s only when Jimin pokes your shoulder, singsonging your name, that you break out of your trance.

“What? Huh?”

“The lake house,” Jimin says, looking at you as if you’re stupid. “You down?”

You can only blink at him, repeating the words back to him dumbly. “The lake house?”

Jimin raises a brow. “Yeah, the lake house. You know, our lake house? The one we drive up to every summer? Where we’ve been vacationing since we were like, five?”

You scowl when he pinches your cheek like you’re a child again. “Yeah, I got that. What about it?”

A snort. “Jeez, have you been listening at all, Noona? We’re talking about going up there for a few days.”

“Oh,” you croak. Unwillingly, you find yourself glancing over at Jungkook, your face growing warm when you see him staring right back, his expression careful and composed. “Right.”

“You should come, Noona,” Taemin pipes up. “You’re here for the next few weeks, right? Might as well have some fun.”

“I don’t know—” you begin, but Jimin cuts you off with a raised finger and another pinch to your cheek.

“You can’t just do homework the whole time you’re here,” he says. “Come with us, Noona. Live a little.”

“It’ll help get your mind off your internship, too,” Jungkook remarks softly. “You deserve a break. Just a few days won’t hurt.”

The fact that he remembers your internship woes shouldn’t make your heart lurch. You know it shouldn’t, but you can’t help the way your chest swells dangerously. “Fine,” you concede, reaching over Taehyung to pinch Jimin’s cheek in retaliation. “I’ll come, I guess.”

Taehyung and Taemin cheer, and Minho wraps his arm around your shoulder and squeezes you tight. “We should invite the other girls,” he points out, chuckling when you splutter for air in his ironclad grasp and try in vain to shake him off. “Don’t want it to be a total sausage fest.”

“Penis party is a much better term,” Taehyung interjects helpfully. “It’s alliterative.”

“You want alliterative? How about a cock carnival?” Jimin supplies, before doubling over in giggles.

You huff, exasperated at the ludicrous turn in conversation. “I can’t believe I’m coming with you guys.”

Minho snickers. “Title of your sex tape,” he jokes, punctuating it with a suggestive eyebrow waggle that sobers your brother up immediately. Jimin straightens up and fixes Minho with a glare, and despite your brother’s smaller stature, the older boy still shrinks back slightly.

“Dude, that’s my sister.”

Minho raises his hands apologetically. “Sorry, sorry. Automatic response. My bad.”

You just roll your eyes. “Are you twelve? God. I don’t know how the girls put up with any of you.”

Gradually, the night draws to a close. The number of people milling about dwindles, and Taehyung fiddles with his phone, letting out a satisfied hum when he finds the playlist he wants. The music transforms into something low and smooth, the soft R&B beat filling the room. You feel your eyes begin to droop.

“We should probably head home,” Jimin says, stretching his arms lazily overhead. “Noona here has to get her beauty sleep, and I don’t feel like carrying her back if she falls asleep here.”

“Shut up, Chim,” you mumble, but there’s no real bite in your tone. Jimin just chuckles and stands up, tugging on your hand until you’re on your feet as well. Jungkook straightens up too, and together, you bid farewell to the others and head for the door.

“{Name}, wait a second.”

You turn at the sound of Jisoo’s voice, tilting your head curiously as she lays a gentle hand on your arm and ushers you off to the side. “Yeah?”

Jisoo casts a furtive glance around the hallway, lowering her voice to a murmur. “I see what’s going on with Jungkook,” she whispers once she’s sure the coast is clear.

You stiffen, your mouth opening and closing a few times before you manage to find your voice again. “You… you saw us?”

She nods. “He’s been watching you all night—it’d honestly be harder not to notice. I just…” She sighs and looks around again, missing the relief that must be etched across your expression as her gaze lingers on where Jungkook and Jimin are loitering by the door. “…just be careful, okay? Jungkook—he’s changed this past year. I mean, I don’t know if all the rumors are true, but… he’s not the same guy you probably remember. He went out with Chae for a few weeks, did she tell you that?”

At your look of horror, she sighs. “Figures. She hides it well, but I know she’s still torn up about how he ended it after they slept together. So watch out for him, okay? He’s a heartbreaker. And he never, ever stays until the morning.”

Every word that leaves her mouth stings, but you don’t let that show on your face. Instead, you force a smile and pat her hand reassuringly. “Don’t worry about me,” you tell her. “I’m not going to get involved with him.”

You repeat that to yourself the whole way home, trying not to focus on the young man a few paces away and the way you can still taste him on your tongue.

[nirvanawrites111]

I need to write this stripper au fic with Taemin Jongin Ten . With the dom!reader as the club owner.. ASAP