#yoongi ff

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HUSH | MYG - ONE

pairing: rockstar!yoongi x female reader | mutual disdain - lovers (but also strangers - lovers? kinda?)

premise: in which you work for your brothers band by day and accidentally anonymously sext his bandmate on the regular by night! whoops !!

wc: 17.5k

for more details, pls see the master list (x)

hush is written in two formats: messaging transcripts and my regular writing style

warnings: we're sexting, straight off the bat!! love that for our hush couple!! allusions to sending nudes, mentions of blueballing lmao, sex toys, general masturbation malarky, mentions of ass play <33, they video call during finales (back camera only!!!), yoongi has a massive cock, like im talking humongous, so BIG (and factually accurate!!) they're switchy aka he tries dom and she's too much of a brat that he folds, he is whiney and needy and obsessed, and she enjoys that! you get to fill in the gaps as if you're really sexting him, lucky you <33 there's also exactly (1) near foot job, a needy jk, (1) banana milk mention, a playfight, miscommunication, a mysterious night that will never be mentioned in conversation. oh yeah and yoongi and you don't realise you're sexting one another ! oops!!!! yoongi is uncircumcised cause ik some people care about that?? just my preference when writing, imagine what u like! no *actual* smut in this one... just... much sexting!

before you read: please read these for a little context on the story - the app (x) and the band (x)

minors dni!!!

New Hush Crush in your Secret Circle! D4m0cl3s

10:43PM

D4m0cl3s: hey, stranger

Cl3m3ntin3: well hello there how are you??

D4m0cl3s: i'm all good. yourself?

Cl3m3ntin3: yeah, yeah, im all good just tryna figure out this damn app, lmao

D4m0cl3s: you new around these parts?

Cl3m3ntin3: i am indeed you've taken my secret circle virginity lucky you x

D4m0cl3s: oh shit well, i am honoured i can be your guide to all things hush x

Cl3m3ntin3: oh, i seeeeee an expert, are we? ;)

D4m0cl3s: just realised how tragic it is to be a self-proclaimed dating app expert, so... no not an expert just.... well versed?

Cl3m3ntin3: hahaha sureeee so, tell me, mr hush expert, how do these conversations usually go

D4m0cl3s: okay, 1: not an expert and 2: just general chit chat get an idea of what you're both looking for stuff like that

Cl3m3ntin3: 1: keep telling yourself that, babe and 2: what are you looking for?

D4m0cl3s: 1: calling me babe, already? score. 2: a girl who calls me babe.

Cl3m3ntin3: looks like my work here is done, then ;) seeeeeeya x

D4m0cl3s: no don't go stay i think we'll get along tell me what you're looking for

Cl3m3ntin3: a man who begs for my attention so looks like your work here is done, too ;)

D4m0cl3s: well, aren't we just a match made in heaven?

Cl3m3ntin3: hell* definitely a match made in hell

D4m0cl3s: you a sinner?

Cl3m3ntin3: would you like me to be?

D4m0cl3s: tempting... but no

Cl3m3ntin3: shame maybe we are after different things after all

D4m0cl3s: woaaah, i never said that i was just trying to be a gentleman take things slow be respectful

Cl3m3ntin3: it's anonymous, babe i didn't sign up for hush looking to be wined and dined or to be treated like a lady quite the opposite, actually so you don't need to worry about tarnishing your reputation, or whatever your secrets are safe with me ;)

D4m0cl3s: 1. i couldn't give a shit about my reputation and 2. it's just that people are on this app for different reasons don't wanna assume everyone is after the same thing

Cl3m3ntin3: 1. untouchable, are you? and 2. well, im pretty sure you know what i'm here for and if it's not abundantly obvious: nothing serious. it's late, and i'm bored. what's a girl to do in those kinds of situations? play all alone? boringgg. my cards are on the table, damocles you're up.

D4m0cl3s: untouchable...something like that and fine if you really wanna know i'm not looking for a girl to take home to my mother

Cl3m3ntin3: good mothers don't tend to like me all that much

D4m0cl3s: no?

Cl3m3ntin3: nah fathers on the other hand? fucking love me

D4m0cl3s: and you wonder why the mothers hate you?

Cl3m3ntin3: oh, no im fully aware it's because im the only thing that can get their husbands' perpetually flaccid cocks hard :)

D4m0cl3s: jesus christ you really are built for sin, aren't you?

Cl3m3ntin3: uh-huh :) fancy a dance with the devil?

D4m0cl3s: not tonight but you've got me interested

Cl3m3ntin3: </3 can't believe you're blue balling me

D4m0cl3s: trust me im blue balling myself i've got an early schedule in the morning can't stay up all night entertaining some girl on a fucking app ;)

Cl3m3ntin3: okay 1: ouch, if anyone was doing the entertaining, it would be me and 2: prove it

D4m0cl3s: prove it?

Cl3m3ntin3: uh-huh prove that you're blue balling yourself

D4m0cl3s: again, jesus christ you are something else

Cl3m3ntin3: thank you :D now... proof

D4m0cl3s: say please

Cl3m3ntin3: you want me to get down on my knees, too?

D4m0cl3s: would be appreciated

Cl3m3ntin3: fine

D4m0cl3s: watch your attitude, clementine

Cl3m3ntin3: sighhh hate you for this already >:( pretty please could you show me your cock so i know you're hard and not just lying &lt;;33

D4m0cl3s: see, that wasn't so hard, was it? good girl

D4m0cl3s added new media to the chat!

Cl3m3ntin3: holy shit

D4m0cl3s: i might keep secrets, but i never lie let's talk tomorrow, alright?

Cl3m3ntin3: noted and tomorrow for sure sweet dreams, damocles x

D4m0cl3s: night night, clementine x

[3 Months Later]  KSPO DOME  Seoul, South Korea

♪ // Hush - The Marías

"You'll choke if you're not careful – and how many times do I need to tell you? Put that damn phone away!"

If Park Jimin wasn't so warm in his tone with you—effervescent in his kindness, bubbling over like lightly shaken soda—you'd tell him to kiss your ass.

He stands in the doorway, a pretty smile on his plump lips. There's something about him—his eyes, you think—that subvert all his softness. Makes him quite the menace. If you hadn't been there to witness his high-school bowl cut era, you never would believed it had happened. He's too cool. It transcends his current being. Is effortless. 

In all black, a pair of Chelsea boots soundtrack his arrival no matter where he is. A little scuffed, he's in need of a new pair—but they'll be a post-show bonus treat. From Jimin, to Jimin. Congratulations on a job well done.

With a subtle roll of your eyes, you swallow down the blueberry you'd been holding between your teeth in a dingy backroom of Seoul's KSPO Dome—the venue of choice for The Scouts' final hometown show. The brickwork remains exposed, grey concrete blocks a dull backdrop for the catering tables.

"Sorry mum," you banter, even though you really shouldn't. There's a glint to your eyes beneath the awkward spotlighting that really isn't preferable for the buffet-style display behind you. Fruits, snacks, it's not a bad spread—but it's got nothing on the rider you know The Scouts ask for ahead of every show.

But why shouldn't they? What the boys want, the boys get – and they've worked damn hard to get it.

He nods towards the lanyard around your neck and reminds you of this, then holds up his.

Park Jimin, it reads. Senior Tour Manager.

"Not on the clock, trouble. I'm still your boss."

"And don't I know it," you offer him a smile, still not a huge fan of the dynamic the pair of you portray at work.

You've known Jimin since the tooth fairy was leaving coins under his pillow. It's sorta hard to take him seriously when you've experienced as much life together as you have.

The way he groans when you reach for yet another blueberry is testament to the friendship you share; the kind of found siblings written about in books but rarely found in reality. There's a sanctity there. He's got your back, and he knows you'll always pick up the slack when he needs you to.

For all your difficulties in the short-term, he knows you pull it out of the bag come the time results are needed.

Knocking the blueberry into your mouth with a grin, you use your tongue to toss it to your back teeth. It's a teeny tiny little fruit. You're pretty sure you could swallow it whole without repercussion.

In fact, the reason you were so engrossed in your phone is because you were about to start a discussion with a... friend about something else you could swallow, instead – but you won't tell Jimin that. He'd throw up, probably, and then it'd be your job to clean it up.

"Yeah, yeah," you nod, locking your phone and tucking it into your back pocket. "Sorry boss. Where do you need me?"

He narrows his eyes at your sarcastic use of formalities, but knows when to pick his battles with you. Instead, he knocks his head to the side and heads for the doorway, indicating for you to follow suit.

Just like he knows when to pick his battles with you, you also know when to pick yours with him.

"You've a job that people would likely kill for," he ribs, not really minding all that much. It's downtime between the off-stage rush, so there really isn't all that much to be doing—but you could at least pretend to make it look like you're working your ass off. "But you're too busy on your bloody phone. Head to hair and make-up. The next VCR segment is smaller so I need you in position pronto."

"Sure, sure," you nod like a bobbing head figurine, stealing a handful of blueberries from the catering table and heading on your way.

Jimin watches on with a curious sense of bewilderment. You're the best runner they have, by quite some margin, but also seemingly the one that's least eager to please—and by doing so, they seem to like you even more. It's an odd paradox, but it is one that you use to your advantage. Play a little dumb; wow them all when you continually and quite impressively exceed their expectations. Work smarter, not harder.

It's a work ethic that runs in the family. They shouldn't be surprised by it, not really.

The corridor you head down is flanked by sterile white lights. The only thing that's brighter are the faux smiles of entertainment execs and slimy media men, who are all after their fifteen minutes of favour—because it's not fame they'll get by rubbing shoulders with the boys on stage; it's a boost up. Something to talk big about in board room meetings. 

A humble brag; a subtle flex, that is neither humble nor subtle.

Your lanyard taps against the buckle of your belt as you jog towards the stage. A cute little pat-pat-pat and jingle of keys from your beltloop soundtracks it, which you're thankful for. It covers the heavy breathing.

Just shy of the staircase leading up to the platform, which is almost shaking from the exertion of the performers on it, you hanger left into the room beside the dressing room.

While the dressing room is a dingy, theatrical maximalist's dream, the make-up department has a shell for a room. Bright white lights are overhead, to make sure the boys look amazing—which they always do regardless. Personally, you think this is all overkill. Takes away some of the authenticity. People swoon for The Scouts and the fact they're walking, talking hot messes. When the 'mess' is carefully applied with tiny brushes and kept in place with setting spray, it just doesn't hit the same.

Still, the fans are none the wiser, so who cares? Let them think Jeon Jungkook has flawless skin after an all-night bender.

Annoyingly, he normally does – but that's beyond the point.

"Here she is," Jinyu grins as you walk through the door with a little huff, immediately picking up a setlist by the door to fan your face.

Ethereal as usual, hair pulled back with a claw clip and a grown-out fringe framing her delicate features, Jinyu's mask pulled down to rest beneath her chin. A make-up brush is tucked behind her ear and half a dozen hair grips are biting onto the sleeve of her shirt, ready for the rush that will come with the next VCR break.

At least one of you is, you think.

She always is, though. Best of the bunch, she's the senior make-up artist, and has an example to lead by.

The rest of the make-up artists sit together in the far corner, nattering amongst themselves with far more animation than their hushed tones should really allow for. It's not an uncommon occurrence.

They like to pretend that they don't want anyone to know their business, but you've heard it all.

You could share, in quite some detail, how Jungkook likes to look at his regular make-up artist's lips whenever she's applying balm to his.

Apparently, the tension is 'off the charts', but he's 'too shy to do anything'. Always asks for balm, even when he doesn't need it. Or so she says.

You roll your eyes whenever you hear her brag about it, 'cause you've also heard the conversations that the boys have had behind closed doors. You know that if Jungkook is gonna be after any of the make-up artists, it's Jinyu—but the ring on her fourth finger and the toddler she sometimes brings to work on the quiet days is enough for him to stay away.

The lifestyles lived by The Scouts wouldn't allow for any of them to be playing 'Daddy'—though the girls who've squeezed into their tour bus bunks would probably beg to differ.

It's not just Jungkook who they like to gossip about—although he is the current flavour of the month, ever since he got that bloody lip ring.

In all honesty, you've heard so much shite about all five members that it's a miracle the girls still have jobs.

A new addition to the team since the overwhelming success of the last album run, the record label are keen on The Scouts keeping up their appearances. Gone are the days of sleeping in eyeliner and waking up with panda eyes—now it's carefully placed with precision beneath their tired lashlines, bloodshot eyes still bleary from the night before.

According to the last make-up room rumour mill, Tae is the type to send a late-night text to a handful of girls at once, just to see who bites (of which they all do, of course), and Yoongi is the type to sit silently in the make-up chair, only to make some absurdly unhinged comment as he leaves for the stage.

It's what they're talking about as you and Jinyu exchange glances with comically raised brows and wide eyes.

"Like, the whole time, he must have just been sat there, thinking about it," one of them swoons. "Didn't say a single word, and then just said 'your perfume smells nice, today,' as he was leaving."

The way they giggle makes your skin crawl. It's like they're constantly trying to one-up one another, using the men they work for as tools to do so – and you can't really blame them. As much as you may hate it, it's a man's world, especially in this industry. If you've gotta climb a few greasy poles to reach the top, then more power to those who choose to do so.

"He definitely spent the whole time thinking about it."

"What perfume are you wearing? I wouldn't mind him saying that to me..."

"God, he's such a dream boat."

"Something about him lately is just... ugh, off the charts. We need to stop styling his hair like that. It's too good."

You don't mean to be so judgemental – you've got a pair of eyes. Know exactly why they insist on giggling about their delusions.

Thing is, you can deal with the Jungkook gossip. Tae, Yoongi, Namjoon – whatever.

It's when they start talking about Jin and fail to hide the fact they're doing so that you're reminded of exactly why it grinds your gears so much.

In fact, quite frankly, you've a desire to pick up one of Jinyu's rattail combs and shove it into your ear. Would hope it'd impale your brain. You're not really sure how deep you'd have to go, but it would beat hearing them fawn over your older brother.

You've heard things being said about his hands that no younger sister should ever have to. Quite repulsive, actually.

Instead, you grimace, trying to gain back your breath following your sprint (of which Jimin would call a leisurely pace) up the corridor.

"Why does catering have to be so far from the dressing room?!"

Jinyu watches on with great amusement as you rest your hands on your knees, bending as if you've just run a 10k. Dramatics run in the family, or so it would seem.

"I dunno, babe," Jinyu purrs, her smile present just like it always is, voice a little extra loud to drown out the noise of the witches gathered in the corner. "Why was my favourite runner over in catering in the first place?"

You let your eyes narrow, her teasing grin only serving as a reminder that you really should know better than to keep on going back to the blueberry stash. It's not like you aren't allowed them. They'd all go to waste otherwise, so if anything, you're snacking on behalf of the company.

"You couldda just had them call one of the other runners back," you pout, knowing that it never would have been the case. She likes to make you work a little bit harder than the others, 'cause she knows you feel like you have more to prove.

Jinyu laughs, and passes you some hair grips to hook onto your sleeves for later. "You're the one who said you wanted to establish yourself! What was it you said at the start of these shows?"

You drop down onto the sofa next to her makeup station, tucking your legs up on the seat. The vibration of the music on stage pours through the walls at such a volume you're surprised you can even sustain a conversation.

"I'm gonna show them," Jinyu imitates with far more dramatic flair than you think is really necessary—but it is accurate. "I'll prove to them all that nepotism had nothing to do with me getting hired. Who, me?" She gasps."The baby sister of our very own World Wide Handsome? Hired because my brother pulled some strings? Never!"

"Fuck off," you laugh, tossing one of the sofa pillows towards her—but she catches it with ease because of course she does. Jinyu is everything you could ever aspire to be, hand-eye coordination included. The girls in the corner hush their conversation and begin to take an interest in your conversation. You ignore them, shrugging as you say, "It's not like I have a first-class degree in stage management or anything like that."

Sure, you have the qualifications—but you also aren't stupid. You know that the job is a favour amongst family. The job market these days is non-existent and while being Jin's sibling had afforded you a follower count worthy of an influencer, you need a purpose in life. It's no coincidence that you both showed an interest in the music industry—he's just far better suited to the performance side of it.

It would have been foolish to turn down the opportunity when Jin had mentioned it at a family dinner.

You're low-level, just a runner for now, but it's nice to be somewhere in which people don't give a shit about your famous brother. To most people here, he's a coworker, a colleague.

Outside of work, your entire personality to anyone you first meet is apparently being related to him. In all honestly, it's the same even in a professional capacity. Had started lying on your resume about your name, just so he wasn't the topic of conversation for all of your job interviews.

Remarkably, this is the only job that hasn't cared about him being your brother.

"Whatever you say. That's our cue. Off your arse," Jinyu says, her demeanour switching as the sound of the final chorus begins to simmer down. You don't need to be told twice, getting to your feet and into position beside her. "Can you be my right hand?"

♪ // Only Angel - Harry Styles 

"Sure," you nod, expecting nothing less. It's not much, just putting some hair grips in place while she touches up their stage makeup, and switching out brushes as and when she needs them. Just enough to be helpful without getting in her way.

The girls in the corner follow suit, standing behind their chairs, eager to see the men in all of their sweaty, worn-out glory. They've made no secret of their admiration, which is why Jinyu is such a breath of fresh air. A fair few years older than the boys, she's happily married and doesn't care to swoon over them.

Like a force of nature, The Scouts rumble into the room - lips ajar, chest heaving, hair damp with sweat. 

Jungkook is first, slamming his body down into one of the chairs, in dire need of something other than the piss-warm beer he's got up on stage. Tossing him a bottle of water from the countertop behind you, he catches it with ease. Smirks. Looks at you with all the adrenaline he's stolen from the eyes of the fans that adore him. Legs wide, bottle undone with one hand, there's a challenge to his gaze. Performing is a fuckin' drug to Jeon Jungkook - you just wish he didn't keep such a fucked-out look on that pretty face of his whenever he finishes. 

So yeah, maybe you do get why the girls chitchat in the way that they do. 

The rest of the band follow in, equally trashed, in the best possible way. Taehyung's shirt has miraculously lost all of its buttons, and Namjoon's T-shirt is now slung around his shoulders like a towel. His hair drips with sweat, arms swollen from the exertion of the last few days of shows. 

Behind them, Yoongi strolls with an air of arrogance he carries off ever so well. Indifferent. Just as covered in sweat, but without the entire body exhaustion the other Scouts are displaying. He's too cool for his own good. Doesn't look at you. Looks right through you. Asshole. 

And then finally, presumably because he was too busy flirting with the audience, the Scout Leader himself makes his grand entrance. Plastic cup in hand, he's nursing a Jack and Coke. Doesn't see the point in all this make-up malarky, when he knows he's just gonna sweat it off anyway. Would much rather actually take this time to recharge, even if just for a second. Thought that adding VCR's to shows would allow them more time for that, and is sorely disappointed by the reality of it.

"Fucking hell, has it been raining?" You deadpan when he slinks down into the chair opposite you and Jinyu. "Y'know, you should get some of those sweat-reduction botox injections. Would work wonders."

He looks at you with disdain that clearly tells you to fuck off. He stays silent. Kicks your shin, instead. You kick him right back.

"I swear the pair of you are worse than my two-year-old," Jinyu sighs as she drapes a towel around Jin's shoulders.

"Someone needs to humble him," you shrug.

"Someone needs to fire you," he says right back, not realising that Jinyu had passed you her hair mister, earning himself a spritz of water to the face.

Effective immediately, your hair mister privileges are taken away. Jinyu's pleasant smile looks almost stern as she takes it, putting it down on the dressing table with a thud.

"We've got three minutes," she reminds you.

"Sorry boss," you quip, not wanting her to actually get pissed off at you. There are certain liberties you can take, but you're supposed to be helping her, not a hindrance.

There's subdued energy in the room now that the boys have settled, not wanting to waste their fuel anywhere other than the stage. As you push grips into Jin's hair, ready for hairspray, you watch the room in the mirror view.

Taehyung is on his phone, not paying any attention to what's going on, his makeup artist working silently. Jungkook is patting down his own face with powder while his stylist teases his hair just right.

You look at him for a little too long, his eyes coming to meet yours in the mirror. Despite the pitch-black darkness of his irises, there's a lightness in his gaze—one that has your skin feeling all prickly and hot, eyes darting back down to Jin's hair.

You think you can hear him laughing to himself.

It's confirmed when Jimin waltzes into the room, clipboard in hand and asks, "What's got you giggling, Kook?"

He lies, and says he's thinking about his dog, Bam, just to save you from embarrassment.

You glance back up to where his eyes are already waiting for yours, brows lifted as he smirks. You make vague shapes with your mouth as if you're telling him to 'fuck off,' which only serves to make him laugh again, a little harder this time. He keeps it quiet, shoulders bobbing up and down, his smile magnetic.

It's all in good fun. There's been a running joke for years now that you'll date Jungkook just to piss off Jin.

You already know his make-up artist will twist that moment to her own liking, making up some bullshit about him laughing with her, but it's barely worth your energy.

Beside him, Jimin vies for attention from Yoongi, who looks like he's in need of a good nap. 

There's a sheen to his skin, sweat dripping down his neck thanks to his make-up artists failing to grab him a towel. You call for Jimin's attention, and once you have it, you chuck him one of the spare towels over your shoulder. He tilts his head in confusion, but when you nod towards Yoongi, he understands.

The towel is passed along, a simple 'hm?' from Yoongi to question where it came from. Jimin nods towards you, and Yoongi takes a second to observe what you're doing. You're not looking at him, because quite frankly, he intimidates you.

He never used to.

In fact, you used to get along quite well—but you're vaguely aware of the fact he doesn't approve of nepotism, and knows that the only reason you secured this job is because of Jin.

It makes you feel a little embarrassed. A little ashamed. None of the other boys seem to care, but it puts you on edge with Yoongi. You try extra hard—be extra diligent—with him. He seems to be the one you seek validation from the most, despite him being the one you interact with the least.

In the corner of the room, Taehyung and Namjoon discuss the next song. A change from yesterday's set, they've been switching up songs so that no one really knows what to expect next. Have to keep things fresh. Keep their names trending. Get those streams. Meet industry targets set by suits with no real understanding of what it means to make art.

It's admirable how much they cram into such little time. Masters of their craft, it's an honour to see them work. It's without a doubt that they've earned their success.

You kind of get why Yoongi is hesitant of you. You feel underqualified, as if you haven't worked hard enough to earn the role you've been given—but you have. You have the credentials. Jin opened the door for you, yes, but you're the one who had the key in the first place.

You're distracted by your thoughts when your phone buzzes in your back pocket. The vibration hums just a little bit longer than any of your other app notifications, so you know exactly what it is. Know who it is.

Kind of.

There's a little bit of bashful shame that washes over your features, fearful someone will hear the buzz and recognise its length—not that anyone would notice the soft purr in the back pocket of your jeans, cushioned by your ass. It's just as incognito as the man who's sending you a message is.

Your phone buzzes a few times. Seven, to be precise.

Needy, you think to yourself—but it pleases you. He never fails to disappoint.

Well, rarely. You've been waiting half an hour for a message from him, and it's so bloody typical that it would come through when you're finally busy.

"Positions!" Jimin calls from the corridor, letting the boys know their rest time is up.

Jinyu casts an authoritative eye over the boys, checking to make sure they all look okay before sending them on their way.

"Hair grip," she reminds Jungkook's stylist, who had left a tiny little clip in his fringe. She flusters, embarrassed at missing such a detail, but Jungkook just pulls it from his fringe without much care as he puts his phone back on its wireless charging port.

Namjoon follows suit, reminded that his phone was in his back pocket, tossing it on one of the dressing room tables. Yoongi tucks his phone into a bag by the sofa, and Tae does the same.

They file out in good spirits, hyping one another up for the final part of the show, staff patting their backs and cheering on words of encouragement. It's always bittersweet for them; their final performances are their favourites, but they're also the ones in which they know they'll be saying farewell—and no one likes goodbyes.

You watch with fondness as the stage-cam plays on the TV in the corner of the room. There's something about the five of them together, on stage, surrounded by an ocean of unadulterated love and affection, that feels like watching magic. It's the kind of thing that only happens once in a lifetime. You're thankful you get to witness it in all its glory. You'll probably watch the final few songs from the side of the stage, just to feel even an ounce of what the boys do.

Sinking back into the sofa, the scent of hot, sweaty men clouding the air, you pull your phone from your pocket—and sure enough, you're met with the notifications you've been hoping for.

New Secret from D4m0cl3s D4m0cl3s: late shift tonight, sorry one of the girls on my team made a joke about how tense i seem to be said i need to get laid... i told her she needs to mind her own fucking business but... it also got me thinking about you i finish in an hour give me a reason not to go out and get laid

You smile, as the heat that pricked at your skin when Jungkook caught your eye earlier that evening returns.

Part of you toys with the idea of 'what if it's him?' His phone is face down on its charger, all of his secrets hidden from the world.

Part of you hopes it is, just for the knowledge of it irritating the fuck out of Jin and the girls who are sat in the corner, gossiping about his giggling earlier.

Realistically, you know it's not. It's impossible.

You've been sent enough pictures from your Damocles boy of his hands doing unthinkable things to know it can't be Jungkook. They're free of ink, pristine and pale, a little pink in their tone, and the only clue you have of who the fuck you spend so much time talking to.

"Where are you off to now?!" Jinyu asks as you head for the door, somehow surprised that you're dipping again.

"Catering," you lie, knowing full well you're going to find somewhere private enough to give your Damocles boy exactly what he's after.

"You'll turn into a blueberry," she warns you. You hold back a laugh, and resist the urge to tell her that what you're actually about to turn into is a clementine.

There are half a dozen doors down the corridor, but you slide into the first storage cupboard you come across. It's empty, and there's a lock on it, which is all you really need.

If you'd have stayed in the dressing room, it would have been a tomato you turned into, instead. Your cheeks would flush scarlet red, just like they did when the familiar purr of a Hush notification chimed far too loudly for something that's supposed to be all about keeping secrets.

You'd take a second. Wouldn't want to check your own phone, 'cause then all the girls would know you'd received a message from a hook-up app.

But you're not in the room. Nor is your phone.

And they all hear it regardless.

The girls who gossip pause, wondering if they've all heard the same thing. Jinyu is oblivious, happily married and unaware of what Hush even really is, let alone the vibrate tone.

One, two, three messages ping their way from your phone to his, but you're none the wiser. Haven't got a clue.

It's been three months, and neither one of you has any desire to disclose your identity to the other. You're serving a purpose; fulfilling a need.

Why ruin a good thing?

You aren't 'good', nor opposed to being ruined—but that's neither really here nor there. You've got a system that works, and it would be foolish to change things now.

You return to the dressing room, unaware that your phone isn't the only device within those four walls littered with pictures of your bare chest. In fact, everyone is unaware. It's your own little secret that you don't even realise you're keeping, and one that you intend on taking to the grave.

"No blueberries?" Jinyu asks as you return empty-handed.

"Got distracted," you lie, as you settle back into the sofa, a pleasant air surrounding you. On the screen, the boys are laughing, indulging in the energy of their fans for the final time that evening.

"By?" she presses, curious as to why you're looking all smitten as you watch the screen.

It's got nothing to do with any of them.

Or so you think.

It's actually got a whole lot to do with one of them.

You just don't realise it yet.

And so you simply shrug, and say, "Secret."

"C'mon," Jungkook grins, eyes still swathed by the glow of mobile phone flashlights held up during the encore, even a whole thirty minutes after the show is over. He tugs on your arm, but you remain fixed in place, shaking your head. "We're all going, aren't we?"

The question is addressed to the boys, but he's still looking at you. You wish he wouldn't. Not when he looks like that.

His lips are wet, freshly licked, glistening like his silver lip ring, and his hair is still a little damp around the nape of his neck. There's something about him that looks a lot like magic. It's a wonder you haven't fallen under his spell.

"Uh-huh," Jin nods, tossing back the dregs of his final jack and coke. He's not yet run the rider dry, but it doesn't matter. He'll take the bottle with him, and wherever they end up won't turn them away, for they know he'll buy more – though the bar will likely comp it through. "You can ride with me."

Jungkook's grin widens. He loves it when a plan comes together.

♪ // No Shame - Five Seconds of Summer

"C'mon," Jungkook says again. Is quiet in his tone. Persuasive. "I'll miss you if you're not there."

"Is that supposed to make me feel a certain type of way?" You deadpan. "Try it on one of the makeup girlies. They'll eat it right up."

"Don't wanna try it on one of them," he whines a little, nudging his shoulder against yours. "It's our final show. We're celebrating."

"Your final show," you remind him. "I've got a gig next week. Some European group-"

"Don't care," he says. "You're ours for the night. Come party."

You roll your eyes back so hard it feels like you might have just seen your frontal lobe, but there's a smile on your lips, too. It's nice to feel wanted; appreciated. 

The invite isn't extended to the make-up artists, who are busy packing away, hoping that Jungkook's neediness will shift to them instead. It won't, but they can keep dreaming.

"If I come - and it's a strong if - you're paying," you bargain.

All you really want is to get home as quickly as you possibly can. Had even considered ordering a taxi before the boys had finished their set, but knew Jimin would have a field day with that one. Might even dock your pay just to be a little git.

You've a date with your phone, but the draw of real life is just too tempting.

It's difficult, because you know that you should want to go out, want to celebrate the fact you can actually go out now that the shows are done... but a random dude sending dick pics somehow seems to be more appealing. 

It's tragic, really. Something that you never wanna have to explain. You think you'd rather die. Are shameful of your shamelessness. Ironic.

And right on time, a buzz in your back pocket rumbles through you like a crack of lightning; burns your cheeks a pretty posy pink. 

Jungkook's ignorance of your reaction is a blessing. You're not sure how you would've explained it away - though knowing Jungkook, he'd have used your blush to wind Jin up. Attribute it to himself. Play into the idea of you hooking up with him.

It's not like you've never considered it – but lately, it's been hard to 'consider' anyone other than your Damocles boy.

You're reminded of him now – his thick, pink knuckles, and his notably thicker, marginally less pink cock- and how he said that someone on his team told him he needed to get laid. You can't help but think the same for yourself. 

It's not healthy, the way you're so drawn to the excitement a few pixels can give you. Is stopping you from living your real life.

There's an unease in your stomach; guilt, almost.

So you groan, knock your head back, and concede. "Fine!"

"Attagirl!" Jungkook beams as he pulls his phone from his pocket, checking the time and pushing it back into his jeans again. He reaches over for his bag, the scent of his aftershave catching you off guard. There's something about him... Something you know you should ignore, but are finding harder and harder to do so with each and every passing day. "We good to go?"

"Who else is coming?" You hum, heading to the coat rack to pick up your jacket. Tae is leaning against the door frame, shaking his head.

"Not me. Got a date with my bed," he says, ending his sentence with a yawn. He covers it with the back of his hand, but it's so loud you almost find yourself yawning too.

"Pussy," Jungkook scoffs. "Final show and-"

"Me either," Yoongi says as he walks past, not looking in your direction. The jacket that hangs around his broad shoulders is dark, just like his mood always seems these days.

You're not exactly sure when he decided that you weren't worthy of his time, but you're used to it now. Sucks, but such is life. He's always been a little like this, but it's your first time being on the receiving end of his coldness.

"Hot date with your bed?" You tease, hoping to get a little bit of warmth from him.

As he reaches the door, it surprises you both when he turns to look at you. There's a stillness to him; the slow evaporation of cloudy breaths in sub-zero temperatures. His eyes meet yours, and drop down your body. Pause when they land on your palms, and the phone that's being held in them.

His gaze returns to your eyes, fast quicker this time, and then he shrugs. "Yeah, something like that."

He doesn't wait for a reply. You don't intend on giving him one, either.

"And then there were 5," Jungkook sighs. "Fuck it, let's go."

STAIRWAY BAR Itaewon-ro, Yongsan-Gu

♪ // Heaven and Back - Chase Atlantic

There's something sordid about the place you're in. Could be the neon lights on the walls, could be the walls lined with stacks upon stacks of old vinyl records. Could be the birdcages where lampshades should be, or it could be the worn-out leather sofas you're on in the corner of the room. Could be the punters, and how they're all wrapped in their own personal brand of sin, too busy to notice the living legends walking amongst them.

Truthfully, it's why the boys like places like this. They become one with the shadows. Can hide. Do things in secret that other people do in public. It's not like they're actively looking for trouble, but they can't help but seem to find it. Whether it be women, drugs, booze, it doesn't matter – they've each got a kryptonite.

Regretfully, you know Jin's: women who are no good for him. Blonde, brunette, foreign, local, he doesn't give a shit. All that matters is they know who he is, and they want him in inexplicable ways.

Credit where it's due, they all have conviction. All get exactly what they want – but he's easy. Sluts himself out for the fun of it; for the novelty of being a 'rockstar'.

It's gotten worse since their last big award show win. He's getting careless. Has never been one to hand out NDAs, but the kind of people he's attracting now really should have gag orders – issue is, Jin's always far more focused on finding out how sensitive their gag reflex is.

Namjoon's is his inability to say 'no'. Afterparty? He's there. Toke on a joint that has no business being in the hands of such a high-profile man? Go on, then. An upper before a show? Don't mind if I do.

It's a disaster waiting to happen. Anywhere else and you wouldn't worry. In the States, it'd be a non-issue. Expected, even.

The laws aren't so forgiving, here. One bad decision and that's it. Jail time. But sir, I'm a rockstar, pwetty pwease let me go, won't work on a court judge, and even if it did, the court of public opinion and trial by social media would run him into the ground regardless.

Unfair? You think so, yes. Just how life goes? Also yes.

Though they all push the limits to a certain extent, it's Jungkook that's the biggest risk of all. He's the youngest. Got girls lining around the block just to have a look at him. Is bad in a way that girls convince themselves is good. I can fix him. All starry-eyed and sex appeal, there's nothing innocent about him. Nothing.

S'why you know better than to indulge in his flirt – because that's all it ever is. A limit to push. A boundary to break. A challenge he wants to win.

In quite the contrast, Taehyung keeps his boundaries watertight. Doesn't stray, doesn't overindulge. Goes home to a partner who'd give him the world, if he asked – but he won't. See, Kim Taehyung already has the world. Not his career (though it could be argued), not his money, not his fame. They're perks, sure – but his world waits up for him with his favourite snacks on the kitchen counter, ready to hear all about the show.

It's only the close circle that knows. The make-up girls don't have a clue. Jinyu is well aware, but not because it's ever been discussed. She just knows. Is intuitive, like that. Probably knows more about the boys' business than even Jimin does – and it's his job to know their business.

Though the boys would argue that Yoongi has no weakness, you believe otherwise.

His Achilles heal is found in his solitude. His laissez-faire attitude to the world around him stunts his enjoyment of it, you think. He's never gonna be in his twenties in the biggest band in the world ever again. These days will pass him by, and he's wasting them.

If he were to know you felt this way, he wouldn't dignify you with a response; he'd just show up to even fewer events to spite you. Has no interest in your unsolicited opinions of him.

Because you're wrong about his weaknesses.

While yes, his solitude exacerbates them, it's the silence that nurtures his weaknesses: his regrets. His inability to forget. Forgive. Let things go. He fixates, and it frustrates him to the point of fury.

His kryptonite is not how little he cares. Quite contrary. It's how violently he does care. That's what ties his shoelaces together and trips him up. Gives him a bloody nose. Scrapes his knees. Leaves him bloodied and bruised; pink in his pain.

But that's your kryptonite: your cocksure arrogance in thinking you know everything.

Or at least, that's what Yoongi would tell you, if he were ever to get into this debate with you.

He won't.

Again, you'll think it's because he's laissez-faire. That he doesn't care.

Regretfully, you'll be wrong – but he's the one who simmers over regrets, not you.

"Alright, alright!" You laugh, a little unsteady on your feet as you stand up after god-knows how many shots. Namjoon reaches out to steady you. Glances at Jin as if to say, 'kids, eh?'

You're all fucked. Have had far too much, but you figure that's what nights like these are for – who cares? You're celebrating.

Jin just smiles. Rolls his eyes, then averts his attention to the blonde by the bar who's gonna take your seat as soon as you leave.

Jungkook doesn't notice, cause he's too busy laughing at you.

"Just gonna run to the bathroom," you declare, as if they need to know such details. "Need to pee."

"Bathrooms just round the other side of the projector screen," Jimin tells you, nodding in its direction, 'cause even though it's after hours and he's far too heavily intoxicated, he can't help but be resourceful. That's his kryptonite. Can never switch off. "Just up the stairs."

It's not even like you need direction. Have been to this bar more times than you've had hot dinners.

Jungkook laughs. Thinks you're full of shit. 

"Your tolerance is going down in your old age," he teases, as if you're not the same age. "Tactical chunders are for the weak."

You tell him to go fuck himself, and he laughs, all hearty and warm.  "Gladly."

Their chatter continues without you. The blonde joins, and so does her friend. Someone's getting lucky tonight, and you're pretty sure it'll be all four of them. Thoughts you'd rather not think, honestly.

Teeny tiny is the bathroom. Cramped. A single cubicle is in working order and the hot tap has been broken for as long as you've been visiting this place. It definitely violates some health and safety codes, but who really gives enough of a shit to report it?

Holding your fingers beneath the already running tap, you check the temperature – as if the hot tap even works – and wait for a moment just to be sure. Icy cold, as always.

Lost in the sensation of the water, you forget for a moment why you're there.

While yeah, you could have a drink from the tap, you could have just gotten water at the bar.

Brain all fuzzy, you can't put your finger on it - until your phone vibrates in your back pocket.

And then suddenly, you remember exactly why you're in the bathroom.

11:37PM

D4m0cl3s: fuck, you look so good such a tease i'll be home as soon as i can be been thinking about you all night

11:58PM

i'm home let me know when you're free

00:16AM

you're taking your precious time tonight

00:21AM

what's the deal, huh? tryna get me all frustrated?

00:23AM

it's working

00:39AM

damn maybe that girl on my team was right maybe i should have just gone out and got laid tonight

01:05AM

really? even me being an asshole isn't working? is it compliments you want? you know i'll give you them

01:28AM

okay so i actually am a bit worried now, let me know when you're home safe, m'kay?

Cl3m3ntin3: you know what they say treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen

D4m0cl3s: FINALLY

Cl3m3ntin3: damn, you really are keen aren't you

D4m0cl3s: you were gone so long i was thinking about watching porn PORN you know how long it's been since i watched porn?

Cl3m3ntin3: if my calculations are correct, about 3 months?

D4m0cl3s: ... you're smart, clem but also so mean, my god got me all riled up and kept me waiting HOURS

Cl3m3ntin3: i'm sorry i'm here now and i'm thinking about you, too

D4m0cl3s: are you still out? at work?

Cl3m3ntin3: uh-huh out not at work, tho

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D4m0cl3s: fucking hell, clem your tits look so good come here wanna hold them

Cl3m3ntin3: give me an address and i'll get in a taxi right now we can keep the lights off, never have to see each other keep things anon but i gottaaaa feel your hands on my chest

D4m0cl3s: i wish i could wish i could just fuck you like we both know you deserved to be fucked

Cl3m3ntin3: i'm not stopping you

D4m0cl3s: we both know that isn't entirely true

Cl3m3ntin3: do we? give me an address doesn't have to be yours hotel sex is always fun

D4m0cl3s: i have a feeling all sex with you will be fun location is irrelevant

Cl3m3ntin3: well i'm currently in a bathroom stall hiding from my friends just so i can reply to you you reckon a bathroom stall would be fun?

D4m0cl3s: i reckon i love a challenge

Cl3m3ntin3: well i mean i could always send you my current location...

D4m0cl3s: tempting... but no.

Cl3m3ntin3: you're your own worst cock block, damocles boy

D4m0cl3s: it's called deprivation, baby yanno, kind of like what you did when you kept me waiting for hours gonna make you want me so badly it hurts

Cl3m3ntin3: i already do which is why you should come and put me out of my misery

D4m0cl3s: you're with your friends, you're fine ;) actually you drinking?

Cl3m3ntin3: a little

D4m0cl3s: a little?

Cl3m3ntin3: ...a lottle?

D4m0cl3s: the fact you just said lottle tells me all i need to know lmao you know the drill, clem

Cl3m3ntin3: :((((( noooooo

D4m0cl3s: stop pouting

Cl3m3ntin3: i can't :(((

D4m0cl3s: you can i meant what i said about no drunk messages only want you doing this when your head is clear

Cl3m3ntin3: my head is clear and my head thinks you should stop thinking with yours actually start thinking with your dick instead :)

D4m0cl3s: fine then let's see how clear your head is send me a video of you walking in a straight line

Cl3m3ntin3: you just wanna see my feet perv

D4m0cl3s: video

Cl3m3ntin3: fineeee, fucking fine!

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D4m0cl3s: oh yeah fuck that clem, you're pissed as a fart hahaha i'm not even sure you tried to walk in a straight line, you wobbly mess cute laugh tho get some water in you go back to your friends we can talk in the morning

Cl3m3ntin3: but i wanna talk now :( missed u today

D4m0cl3s: missed u too will miss you tonight but i'll wait

Cl3m3ntin3: :( whyyy do you have to be so good all the time :(

D4m0cl3s: because we both know that the second you send me a picture of your perfect little pussy, i won't be good

Cl3m3ntin3: now?

D4m0cl3s: no, baby in the morning, okay? drink some water.

Cl3m3ntin3: fine

D4m0cl3s: watch your attitude

Cl3m3ntin3: sighhh :((

D4m0cl3s: don't you'll make me feel bad just get yourself home and to bed and you can wake up to this tomorrow...

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Cl3m3ntin3: BRB, sprinting home

D4m0cl3s: shut up idiot enjoy your night lemme know when ur home

Cl3m3ntin3: okay :( sweet dreams, damocles boy x

D4m0cl3s: speak soon, clemmie x

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08:58AM

D4m0cl3s: morning clemmie

Cl3m3ntin3: hereee he is was wondering when you'd be up

D4m0cl3s: been up ages was wondering if today would finally be the day you message me first ;)

Cl3m3ntin3: why would i ever do that? we both know you can't bear to be away from this chat thread for more than a few hours

D4m0cl3s: your ego never fails to amaze me

Cl3m3ntin3: i'm a product of your creation, damocles boy you told me last week that i'm the only thing that gets you hard these days and you expect me not to get an ego?

D4m0cl3s: hope you know that when i actually get to fuck you, there's no room in my bed for your ego

Cl3m3ntin3: oh bite me you're gonna be putty in my hands

D4m0cl3s: i'm really gonna have to fuck the ego out of you, aren't i? get your little attitude problem in check and biting? you into that?

Cl3m3ntin3: i'd like to see you try like i said, this is aaaaall your fault if you can't control yourself over a message thread, how the fuck will you cope when I'm in front of you? and pls i'm gonna be the one fucking you it's cute that you think otherwise stupid <33 but cute :)

D4m0cl3s: i literally hate you

Cl3m3ntin3: you gonna hate me when im on my knees between your legs?

D4m0cl3s: yep

Cl3m3ntin3: gonna hate me when i run my tongue up and down that pretty cock of yours?

D4m0cl3s: yep

Cl3m3ntin3: gonna hate me when i wrap my lips around your tip? when i take your hard cock in my warm, wet mouth?

D4m0cl3s: yep and yep

Cl3m3ntin3: gonna hate me when i take you so deep my eyes start watering?

D4m0cl3s: uh-huh

Cl3m3ntin3: you're a tough bargainer :(

D4m0cl3s: just means im gonna fuck you like i hate you

Cl3m3ntin3: no you're not :) you're gonna be soooo shy so timid so scared of fucking up because of how badly you want me

D4m0cl3s: the way you're gonna eat your fucking words actually makes me laugh

Cl3m3ntin3: i wanna hear your laugh

D4m0cl3s: you can hear it when you finally fuck me

Cl3m3ntin3: i could have fucked you last night you said no &lt;//3

D4m0cl3s: incorrect i said not when you're drunk

Cl3m3ntin3: i'm a good fuck when im drunk

D4m0cl3s: i'm pretty sure you're a good fuck regardless of your blood alcohol concentration i've seen how you fuck your toys i know you're a good fuck

Cl3m3ntin3: like this?

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D4m0cl3s: just like that fuck that's it, baby i like that toy what is it? glass? always looks so good when you sink it into your pussy so so wet, fucking hell

Cl3m3ntin3: glass, uh-huh you should get one for yourself

D4m0cl3s: myself?

Cl3m3ntin3: yourself

D4m0cl3s: i'm not sure that's my kinda thing, clemmie

Cl3m3ntin3: only one way to find out plus i remember how hard you came that time i got you to play with your ass a little

D4m0cl3s: shut up omg

Cl3m3ntin3: seeeeee, i'm totally gonna be the one doing the fucking :D

D4m0cl3s: you're not touching my ass

Cl3m3ntin3: i'm gonna eat it :)

D4m0cl3s: you're gonna do no such thing

Cl3m3ntin3: hehe okay whatever you say :D can't wait to say i told you so when you're face down ass up whining about how good my tongue feels :D

D4m0cl3s: and this is exactly why you need the ego fucked out of you never gonna happen

Cl3m3ntin3: you'll be begging for it one day but fineeeee, if u say so tell me how you'd do it, then? how would you fuck the ego (that you gave me!!!) outta me? tell me how you'd ruin me, damocles boy

D4m0cl3s: show me your pussy first let me look at how wet you are right now

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D4m0cl3s: god, look at you if this is how wet you get thinking about eating my ass... we can put it on the maybe list but you'd be on your back, like you are now exactly like that, perfect and spread for me i'd start with my fingers

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these two i'll push them into you so slowly that you'll be begging for more you'll be all whiney (so no change to normal lmao) but i'll curl them a little, just like you said you like it, and use my thumb to toy with your clit

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D4m0cl3s: fuck i love it when you send videos i could watch that forever literal cinema the way your pussy leaks for me, christ i wouldn't be able to watch your pussy leak like that without licking it up i'd keep my thumb on your clit, gently circling it as my tongue began to toy with your entrance you'd be so leaky on my tongue wouldn't you? so so fuckin' wet for me

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it's mutual, just so you know

Cl3m3ntin3: god i fucking love it when your tip gets all wet like that you are soooooo needy you wanna fuck me soooooo bad he he i stay winning!!!

D4m0cl3s: CLEM. CONTROL. YOUR. EGO!!

Cl3m3ntin3: FUCK. IT. OUT. OF. ME!!!!

D4m0cl3s: your ego is so big i think i'll just have to fuck you for hours at this point :/

Cl3m3ntin3: oh no :( such a shame !!! :(

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D4m0cl3s: just imagine this stretching your tight little pussy open my cock is so much bigger than that dildo

Cl3m3ntin3: can't wait to feel you inside me i know it's gonna hurt but in like... the best possible way you're so big and thick such a nice cock ♡♡

D4m0cl3s: i'll go slow with you baby ease you into it

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Cl3m3ntin3: you've got me soooo wet i think it'll be easy to push into me fill me up

D4m0cl3s: my needy girl look at you my cock belongs inside you your pussy already belongs to me

Cl3m3ntin3: come and claim it

D4m0cl3s: you're making it harder and harder to say no fuck im close

Cl3m3ntin3: same i wanna watch you cum

D4m0cl3s: fuck it i'll call? we can finish together?

Cl3m3ntin3: please

Incoming call from D4m0cl3s Accept | Decline (03 minutes : 14 seconds)

Call ended.

Cl3m3ntin3: nice work

D4m0cl3s: pleasure doing business

Cl3m3ntin3: as always i totally heard that little giggle tho ;)

D4m0cl3s: fuck off what giggle

Cl3m3ntin3: the one you did after you came all over your tummy :)♡♡

D4m0cl3s: never giggled in my life ever

Cl3m3ntin3: liar x

D4m0cl3s: i only laughed cause you did too >:(

Cl3m3ntin3: and i only laughed cause of how hard you made me cum you've got a gift, damocles boy

D4m0cl3s: and you've got the nicest pussy i've ever seen in my whole entire life

Cl3m3ntin3: you have to use a dating app to get your rocks off deffo a virgin :/ never seen a pussy before in your life :/ not much competition to compare me to, is there? :/

D4m0cl3s: i really do mean it when i say i hate you :) x

Cl3m3ntin3: i know you do babe

D4m0cl3s: wish we were never matched, actually

Cl3m3ntin3: same might just block you actually

D4m0cl3s: PLEASE put me out of my misery

Cl3m3ntin3: okay :D bye forever :D

D4m0cl3s: wait no don't :(

Cl3m3ntin3: you're a bloody seesaw boy always up and down either hate me or love me make up your mind !!

D4m0cl3s: lmao you've no idea but where's the fun in that? i like keeping you on your toes

Cl3m3ntin3: true i gotta run tho got a date with a real boy seeyaaaa x

D4m0cl3s: wooooah wait wait a date?

Cl3m3ntin3: yeah with someone in like.. real life... problem?

D4m0cl3s: no problem just surprised that's all

Cl3m3ntin3: that someone would want to date me?

D4m0cl3s: no that you'd want to date someone else

Cl3m3ntin3: breaking news: girl in her early twenties wants more than nudes from a stranger on the internet

D4m0cl3s: fair enough probably shouldn't continue this, then a heads up would have been nice

Cl3m3ntin3: you wanna stop?

D4m0cl3s: no no, i really don't, clem but you're right you do deserve more

Cl3m3ntin3: yeah i do

D4m0cl3s: i actually hate this wtf like i know you can do what you like and i can do what i like but i thought we had something good going?

Cl3m3ntin3: we do thank god i'm just lying about a date for attention :) &lt;3

D4m0cl3s: what the fuck clem

Cl3m3ntin3: made you shit your pants didn't i

D4m0cl3s: CLEM.

Cl3m3ntin3: DAMOCLES BOY.

D4m0cl3s: so you're not going on a date?

Cl3m3ntin3: no you idiot you think i have enough time to be meeting new people when i spend all my free time sending you nudes? was just fucking with you wanted to see if you cared

D4m0cl3s: you could have just asked

Cl3m3ntin3: you'd have told me you hate me

D4m0cl3s: BECAUSE I DO you're actually mental

Cl3m3ntin3: he he u luv it

D4m0cl3s: i don't

Cl3m3ntin3: do basically started crying when you thought someone else might take your place

D4m0cl3s: you didn't even give me a chance to clean myself up you fucking menace !! just made me cum and then did a 180 what did you expect me to do?! you know how sad my dick looks right now?

Cl3m3ntin3: no show me

D4m0cl3s: get fucked you little cretin

Cl3m3ntin3: let me see your sad cock :(

D4m0cl3s: you're never seeing it again you don't deserve it after that little stunt

Cl3m3ntin3: so... ill see it tonight?

D4m0cl3s: .... .......... ............... probably now fuck off i've got a day to get on with might even go on a date

Cl3m3ntin3: no you won't :D

D4m0cl3s: i hate you x

Cl3m3ntin3: denial x

D4m0cl3s is offline

"Jesus Christ," you say, tone full of surprise when you walk into your living room. It's just gone midday, and you've finally risen from your hangover pit of despair.

Following the conversation with your Damocles boy, you had decided a nap was in order, but it only served to make your headache even worse. Turns out, the orgasm had just been a temporary solution. You need paracetemol, and you need it now.

"Jimin, actually," an equally hungover mess groans from your sofa. He's bundled in blankets, a pouty chin hooked over the armrest to look at you with puppy dog eyes. His expression screams 'water pls'.

"And Jungkook," a second voice whines from behind the sofa. A hand rises from the direction of the voice, covered in thick black inkings, before falling with a thud.

Your lips hang ajar as you look at them both, far more confused than you should be. When you glance over to the kitchen counter, you're greeted with the sight of what must have been a rager. There are bottles everywhere - mainly soju and beer - and there's a sticky sheen pooling around their bases. A packet of crisps is open on the hob, but most of the actual crisps are scattered on the floor. You're willing to bet good money on Jungkook being responsible for those.

"The fuck happened last night?" You ask, though you're able to pick up enough context clues from the photobooth pictures that are on your fridge door. They're stuck in place with washi tape, of which you don't remember buying.

"You didn't buy it," Jungkook says when you ask about it. "Stole it from the photobooth place. Little klepto."

"Brilliant," you grimace. The last thing you need is a scandal going around about Kim Seokjin's troublesome younger sister and her thieving ways. The media love a scandal, and Jin has been able to avoid them for the most part. "Joon and Jin?"

"Headed home before us," Jimin tells you. "Really don't remember a thing, do you?"

The last thing you remember is messaging your Damocles boy in the bathroom stall. You don't even really remember how the conversation ended. The rest of the night? Never happened, in your mind.

Still reeling, the day wastes away from you all.

It's spent huddled up on your sofa, Jungkook's Spotify connected to your speaker, as you try and decipher exactly what happened the night before. It's like you're the cast of a shitty Hollywood movie from 10 years ago - nothing makes sense, but it also kind of all does. Jungkook's got the least patchy memories. Remembers how you got home, at least.

There's only one thing he doesn't mention - partially because it happened this morning, not last night, but also because he wants to spare your dignity.

He's a light sleeper. Especially the mornings after a few too many drinks. As soon as the alcohol flushes his body, he has to get up, get water, go to the bathroom. Set his world to rights. This morning had been no exception.

Just a shame he happened to wake a mere matter of moments before your Damocles boy had called you.

No words had been spoken, no conversation took place - but with your phone angled awkwardly for prime shots of your most intimate areas, you had moaned a little louder than usual to make sure the mic picked it up.

And so Jungkook had heard it all - and had recognised the click of a Hush call coming to an end. He's had more than enough himself to know the tone by now.

Watching on as you laugh with Jimin about something nonsensical, mid-afternoon sun pouring through the cracks in your curtains, Jungkook is curious.

You don't notice the way he's studying you, nibbling on his lip ring as he does so.

The running joke between the pair of you about dating to piss off Jin has always been exactly that - a joke - but the idea of you dating someone else in the industry makes him feel a little... off.

He doesn't question it, though. Doesn't really know what to make of it. Doesn't like it, mind you.

As the evening begins to draw in, Jimin leaves first, with Jungkook set to follow suit half an hour later. He tells you he'll leave at 6, but he's still on your sofa when it hits 7:05PM.

"There's something about you lately," he says, scheming, dark eyes narrow. You narrow yours back right back.

"How so?"

"Dunno," he smiles. He wants to ask who you're fucking about with, but it seems too forward. You're close, and have been for years, but not as close as you used to be. His fault, really. He's the one who ditched you when he started dating some songwriter a few years back. "You just seem... preoccupied. What's going on with you, fizz?"

The nickname is so natural that it rolls off Jungkook's tongue as if he hadn't stopped calling you it around the same time he got that girlfriend. She didn't last long, but the slight chill to your friendship had.

"Haven't heard that in a while," you smile right back, as you take a sip on the fizzy orangade that you adore so much it had become a bloody nickname.

"Still suits you," he says, and he's right. Fizzy by name, fizzy by nature. "So you gonna tell me?"

You're not really sure what he wants you to say, so just shrug. "I'm fine, buddy. Are you okay?"

"I'm cool," he nods, aware of the fact you definitely don't want to talk about whatever it is going on with you - so he changes topic. "Nervous about tour, if I'm being honest. You're coming, right? Been contracted on?"

"Uh-huh," you nod. "For the European leg, at least. They haven't sent out contracts yet for the US leg."

"You'll be on it," he says with absolute certainty. He can't see any reason why you wouldn't be. They all like having you around. It's nice having a familiar face backstage. Nice having a friend.

"Hopefully," you agree, very aware that your job is incredibly sought after. You're not the only nepotism baby around, and know that the US leg will be a lot more... political, as it were. Record label execs will all be fighting for attention from the boys, and that could mean putting overqualified suits in job positions like yours, just for a little bit of Scout exposure.

"You really think they're gonna kick you off the roster?" he smiles, nudging you with his foot from across the sofa. "We'd all riot. Even Yoongi."

Now that is something you doubt.

"He'd probably be leading the counter-riot to have me kicked off," you roll your eyes.

"He's just pissy that he can't be annoyed with you," Jungkook laughs. "He wants to hate how you got hired, but he knows you're good at what you do. Knows that you'd have got the job with or without your bloodline."

"Or," you counter. "He really does just hate me."

Jungkook shakes his head. He's noticed Yoongi's coldness recently, too. Puts it down to stress from touring so intensely. Things were definitely different than they used to be - not necessarily any better, nor worse. Just different.

"It's understandable," Jungkook taunts you. "You are pretty unbearable."

He catches your foot as you go to kick him, surprised by how strong your legs actually are - but you're no match for his upper body strength. Not even when you try and use your other leg, as well.

"Some boys actually enjoy my company," you protest, still struggling a little.

"Uh-huh," Jungkook nods, biting down on his bottom lip. His eyes are sparkling in the same way they did after last night's concert. He's just messing, flirting with you for the fun of it, but he knows he shouldn't. Knows he's only doing it cause he knows you're talking to someone else. He's lost your affections before, and while you're just friends, he still doesn't like the idea of it happening again. He likes being number one. Likes being top of the food chain. "Sure they do."

He thinks he has the upper hand here, but he hasn't realised you've stopped fighting against his grip. You're gentle in the way you move your legs, lowering them just a little until they're on his lap. He lets them be. Pays no notice to the fact he's not entirely soft beneath his sweats.

You ignore it, too. Kind of. Press down a little, just to let him know you know. He doesn't react. Just cocks one of his brows, as if to say, 'so?'

And then he figures that throwing caution to the wind is the best option here. He doesn't want to let things get out of hand, and he's sure you don't either.

"So are you gonna tell me about your Hush boy now or later?"

The way your jaw drops is almost comical. The pressure of your feet eases, and Jungkook is sad to lose it, but he doesn't resist as you pull your legs up to your chest in panic. He's still got that cocksure grin on his face, amused by your reaction.

"What?" He smirks, reclining back into the corner of the sofa. His legs spread a little, and the bulge is even more noticeable. He's doing it to fuck with you, now. You don't even look in its direction, but he still has the nerve to say, "Eyes up here, fizz."

"My eyes are up," you almost gasp. "And so are you, apparently."

Jungkook knocks his head to the side, and scrunches his nose a little. Being called out for it makes him a little awkward, even when he's the most confident guy you've ever known.

"I'm just hungover-"

"Yeah, yeah," you roll your eyes, before reciting the same bullshit he always says. "I'm always more horny when I'm hungover."

The way you say it is so whiney that Jungkook can't help but laugh. "I don't sound like that you prick - and stop deflecting. I heard you this morning. Sounds like I'm not the only one who suffers from horny hangovers."

It's about now that your face blossoms with the most delightful shade of red. Your cheeks are hot, and Jungkook can see how mortified you are. He finds it fucking hilarious.

"You didn't."

"Oh," he sings. "But I did."

"I'm gonna throw up," you grimace. Flirting with Jungkook is all well and good, but the idea of him hearing you get yourself off is shameful. Truly horrific.

"You didn't remember that me and Jimin had crashed here, did you?" He teases, knowing that you'd have never done it had you known they were in the next room over - or maybe you would have done. You just would have been a little more discreet.

"Didn't have a clue," you confirm, before burying your head in a sofa cushion. This is probably the most tragic conversation you've ever had with Jungkook.

He just laughs. Finds it hilarious.

"You didn't hear anything," you tell him. "Forget it ever happened."

"Was kinda hot," he shrugs - but fails to tell you that his current semi isn't the first time he's been hard in your apartment today. "Doesn't answer my question, though. Who's your Hush guy?"

Your face screws up like a paper napkin. This is not a conversation you want to be having, nor one you thought you'd be having a few minutes ago when your feet were on his cock.

In fact, your eyes are still closed, face all cute and regretful when you say, "How the fuck am I supposed to know? Doesn't that defeat the object of Hush?"

Jungkook laughs. "Give over. Who is he?"

"I'm being serious," you say, and notice the way Jungkook's smile shifts. He looks a little concerned, now, brows hard. "I don't know."

"Fizz," he says, too shocked to address you by anything but a dumb nickname. His brows are furrowed, and it's his jaw gaping now, not yours. "How do you not know?"

And now you're confused, because you thought that anonymity was the whole point of Hush.

"We just... never disclosed it, I guess?"

"So, what?" Jungkook's tone changes. It sounds like he's accusing you now, berating you a little. You both look as bewildered as one another. "You just matched with some dude this morning and got straight to it?"

That's the only plausibility, Jungkook thinks.

He knows Hush, knows what it's like, but knows that the stakes are too high to keep the anon act up. If he isn't comfortable enough to share his identity within a day or two, he unmatches.

Sure, he's gotten himself in pretty risky conversations straight off the bat before, and has had his fair share of casual encounters thanks to the app - but he doesn't love the idea of you doing it, too. It's because he knows that he doesn't care for the girls he uses in those situations, and dislikes the idea of someone else using you like that.

"No?" You reply, a little offended. "We've been talking for like... a few months?"

Jungkook almost shrieks. "A few months?! And you don't know who he is?!"

You stay silent for a moment. You're reflecting his confusion back at him. He can't understand for the life of him why you don't see a problem with this - but you haven't worked your way through the Hush circles like he has. Your Damocles boy has been the only person you've ever given the time of day on there.

"That's the whole point?" You say, but it's really a question because you can't understand why he's so horrified.

"He could be anyone," Jungkook whispers, as if he's trying to keep your secret for you. "Anyone!"

"He's alright," you promise. "He's nice."

"You don't even know his name!"

"I'm pretty sure you can only name a handful of the girls you've fucked in the last couple of years," you scoff at his hypocrisy.

Jungkook got eyes like a hopeless romantic, all shiny and bright. People don't seem to realise such appeal affords him endless opportunities for casual encounters - of which he thinks it would be rude to turn down. Or at least that's what he tells you.

Realistically, you know he just likes fucking about.

"That's not the point here, fizz, and you know it," he scolds.

"Who I may or may not send nudes to is really none of your concern, Jungkook," you tell him.

"I know that," he insists. "But if this has been going on for months..."

"Then it's still none of your concern."

He holds up his hands, eyes wide. He's waving a white flag, even if he thinks you're a walking, talking red one. "I'm not attacking you, here. I just think you need to be careful."

"I'm fine," you tell him softly, and he's pleased when you smile at him in that fond way he's so used to. It feels a lot safer than the confusion on your face a moment ago. You know his concern comes from a good place. "It's just what works for us. It's as much my choice as it is his."

Jungkook nods, and lets it go, but not before warning you, "I'm not the only one of the guys on there. Tae and Jin, we both know they're not, but the rest of them? I dread to think of what Jin would do if he found out Joon was phone fucking his little sister."

You laugh now. Really laugh.

"I'm not kidding!" Jungkook protests.

"I'd recognise any of you in an instant," you tell him, and you really believe it.

You have no doubt in your mind that you'd be able to sense any of them off from miles away. They're too familiar.

"I fucking hope so," he laughs, and while you're laughing too, you feel a little uneasy.

Maybe he has a point. Maybe you do need to dig a little deeper.

But as Jungkook leaves, and you check your phone only to find a new message waiting from your Damocles boy, you can't help but feel a little out of your depth already.

21:43PM

D4m0cl3s: whyyyy am i so obsessed with u

22:10PM

leaving me on read? that's a new one (plus will probably only make me a little more obsessed (something about toxic girls that just really gets to me))

22:32PM

i lied i don't like toxic girls pls don't ignore me clem :(

Cl3m3ntin3: hey sorry was just a little busy

D4m0cl3s: it's cool you okay?

Cl3m3ntin3: yeah yeah, im all good you?

D4m0cl3s: im okay you seem a little... i dunno. off?

Cl3m3ntin3: sorry i'm fine really

D4m0cl3s: yanno, you say one thing but the way you're writing sends a whole entire different message it's v confusing, clem

Cl3m3ntin3: sorry i don't mean to be im all good, honest

D4m0cl3s: stop saying sorry

22:54PM

clem whats up you're never like this, you got me worried

Cl3m3ntin3: you sat at home worrying over a girl you can't even imagine?

D4m0cl3s: wdym?

Cl3m3ntin3: it's not like you can picture me not like you can think of my face so what are you thinking about when you're worrying? some pixels? your phone?

D4m0cl3s: right. where has all this come from? please know my face is very confused right now so whatever you imagine when you think of me - 'cause let's remember that you don't have a fuckin' clue what i look like either - add a little confusion to it that should do the job.

Cl3m3ntin3: i'm gonna add a little anger to it 'cause you seem pissed off

D4m0cl3s: well, yeah? i kind of am i don't get why you're, like, attacking me? like im the only one keeping a secret? it's you and me both, clem.

00:06AM

you can't just ignore me whenever i say something you don't like

Cl3m3ntin3: no? i think i can. goes with the territory of you not knowing who the fuck i am. no repercussions.

D4m0cl3s: where the fuck has all this come from? were we not good this morning?

00:13AM

and there you go again, leaving me on read.

Cl3m3ntin3: don't act like you actually give a fuck been 3 months if you cared, surely i'd know who you are by now?

D4m0cl3s: pot, kettle, black, clem it's a two-way street and fuck you if i didn't care, i'd just be leaving your shitty attitude on read, too.

Cl3m3ntin3: how can you care about someone you don't know? really? how can you?

D4m0cl3s: are you telling me you don't care about me?

00:17AM

if this is you leaving me on read again then you can go fuck yourself. like literally just unmatch me.

Cl3m3ntin3: im not leaving you on read im trying to figure out what the fuck i want to say just give me a moment, okay?

D4m0cl3s: m'kay.

Cl3m3ntin3: i care that's, like the most important thing here. i really care. i just i had someone irl questioning me about you today and it kind of left me stumped. why don't you want to know who i am?

D4m0cl3s: i kinda hate that an outsider has swayed your opinion on me so much don't get me wrong, i love that your friends care about you just hate that it makes you think i don't

Cl3m3ntin3: that's not an answer

D4m0cl3s: patience is a virtue, clem i was getting there my line of work... i cant commit to anything. it isn't fair. it isn't fair to let someone get invested in me. the moment you know who i am, everything changes it's far easier for you to be detached if i'm just a few pixels if this isn't physical

Cl3m3ntin3: you've spent 3 months getting yourself off to me and me alone that's commitment, isn't it?

D4m0cl3s: that's conditioning, clem you've made everything else so incredibly boring you're the only thing that excites me

Cl3m3ntin3: and yet...

D4m0cl3s: and yet. clem, we both know the second this becomes more than what it already is, there's no taking it back. i don't wanna lose this don't wanna lose you.

Cl3m3ntin3: i think it's really sad that you think being honest will result in losing me

D4m0cl3s: just how the cookie crumbles, clem i've seen it happen with my friends you were right when you said you deserve more than dick pics from some rando on the internet but even if you knew who i was, that's all i'd be able to give you i like you too much to cope with knowing how disappointed you'd be by the outcome of my grand reveal a few pixels can only disappoint you so much a real, tangible human? so much more.

Cl3m3ntin3: just a rando on the internet who sends me dick pics and yet you've got me feeling all kinds of fucked up

D4m0cl3s: it's mutual, if it helps really did mean it when i said i was obsessed with u earlier and for the record i don't really imagine a person when i think of you more of like.. i dunno. an aura? i guess. peachy. orange. a little green. very clementine inspired maybe that's it maybe i imagine clementines my teeny tiny clementine

Cl3m3ntin3: you make my heart hurt

D4m0cl3s: you make my heart hurt, too

Cl3m3ntin3: i'm sorry for... like going off at you

D4m0cl3s: it's cool kind of nice to see this side of you, i guess ur ego isn't always big shock

Cl3m3ntin3: oh no it is this is all the result of a bruised ego was very offended that you didn't wanna know i am i'll have you know one of my friends got a semi just looking at me earlier and yet the guy who makes me cum doesn't even wanna know me &lt;///333

D4m0cl3s: firstly lets stop with this nonsense, okay? i would kill to know who you are and as soon as we're both in situations where it's fair i'm booking you a taxi and routing it straight for my place also fuck ur friend (not literally pls)

Cl3m3ntin3: oh? not gonna wine and dine me first? (i wont)

D4m0cl3s: absolutely not first thing im doing is checking to see if your head can fit through doors, you egomaniac

Cl3m3ntin3: and the second thing?

D4m0cl3s: fucking the rest of that ego out of you ♡♡

Cl3m3ntin3: and they say romance is dead

D4m0cl3s: im not the most romantic of guys

Cl3m3ntin3: i'll pretend im shocked

D4m0cl3s: are we good, clem?

Cl3m3ntin3: yeah we're good im sorry for getting so in my head about things don't even know why i got so pissed about you not being able to imagine me when i literally can't imagine you either lmao

D4m0cl3s: what do you think of when you think of me?

Cl3m3ntin3: honestly?

D4m0cl3s: honestly...

Cl3m3ntin3: your cock lmao i wish i could say something cute like your aura, but i'd simply be lying

D4m0cl3s: for fucks sake haha

Cl3m3ntin3: good cock, at least great cock, some would say

D4m0cl3s: some?

Cl3m3ntin3: yeah not me i'd say average :)

D4m0cl3s: average? AVERAGE?

Cl3m3ntin3: yeah :D

D4m0cl3s: i... do you need reminding or something?

Cl3m3ntin3: no? it's average :) !

D4m0cl3s: the man was too stunned to speak

Cl3m3ntin3: maybe i do need reminding then? could have sworn it was average? maybe even a little smaller?

D4m0cl3s: you are rubbing salt in a wound, miss teeny tiny clementine i've never been more offended

Cl3m3ntin3: hmm... prove me wrong?

D4m0cl3s: i want it on record that i hate you

Cl3m3ntin3: sure you do, baby

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D4m0cl3s: does this help?

Cl3m3ntin3: a little? not much, though maybe it would help if I had some more context? maybe you should play with it for me a little bit?

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D4m0cl3s: like this?

Cl3m3ntin3: ooo that's a little better only a little, though maybe more?

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D4m0cl3s: what about now?

Cl3m3ntin3: maybe you should play with your balls a little? for like... spacial awareness?

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yeah, that helps that really helps

D4m0cl3s: still average? or does it look like we both know it does?

Cl3m3ntin3: how do we both know it looks?

D4m0cl3s: like it would ruin your tight little cunt

Cl3m3ntin3: damn, damocles you're really coming for me now, aren't you? what happened to my pretty little pussy you love so much? it's cunt now?

D4m0cl3s: you don't want me playing nice right now you wouldn't be telling me i'm below average if you did you want me fucking you like i have a point to prove

Cl3m3ntin3: and what point would that be?

D4m0cl3s: that once i finally get to fuck your (pretty, perfect, fucking incredible) cunt, it's mine mine, and no one else's especially not that friend of yours who got hard looking at you

Cl3m3ntin3: i spy with my little eye something that begins with J (it ends in 'ealousy', suga) sugar** lmao typo

D4m0cl3s: suga on the brain? you a scouts fan?

Cl3m3ntin3: they're fine not what i want to be thinking of right now, tho

D4m0cl3s: my bad well, no, your bad actually who's your favourite member?

Cl3m3ntin3: shuuuuush time and place, babe also i have an idea

D4m0cl3s: go on?

Cl3m3ntin3: you got a bottle close by?

D4m0cl3s: ermmm like water bottle?

Cl3m3ntin3: yeah

D4m0cl3s: i've a chilsung?

Cl3m3ntin3: perfect me too wanna see your hand wrapped around it

D4m0cl3s: .... i have a cock right here and hard for you .... and you wanna see my hand around a bottle?

Cl3m3ntin3: just do it baby

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oh my fucking god

D4m0cl3s: what?

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oh holy shit why is your hand so small it doesn't even get around the bottle?????!! i'd literally like... eclipse it

Cl3m3ntin3: uh huh now wrap your hand around your cock you know the size difference now you know exactly what it'd look like

D4m0cl3s: god i'm gonna fucking destroy you arent i

Cl3m3ntin3: uh huh i think so jesus christ i haven't even been touching myself and look at the state of me

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you did this this is all you

D4m0cl3s: all mine i'm never gonna share you god i gotta fuck you

Cl3m3ntin3: we've literally just had a full entire fuck off conversation as to why you cant

D4m0cl3s: im a boy im stupid i cant be trusted to make such decisions let me fuck you please

Cl3m3ntin3: no, baby you know you can't you gotta be patient

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think of how well you'll be rewarded

D4m0cl3s: no i gotta fuck you i need to i think i might die if i can't

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so hard that death is the only option

Cl3m3ntin3: the way you hold it around the base always gets me so fucked up all i can think about is the fact it will look just like that when you guide it into me

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reckon im wet enough for you?

D4m0cl3s: i think you're wet enough that i'll never need to drink water again so fucking hot literally how the fuck do you even get that wet

Cl3m3ntin3: wish i could tell you truth is you're the only one who's ever got me like that

D4m0cl3s: fuck don't say shit like that, clem im too close

Cl3m3ntin3: you can cum, baby i wanna see it

D4m0cl3s: can i call? i wanna watch you too

Cl3m3ntin3: yes please pretty please

D4m0cl3s: always so good for me, clem ain't no fuckin' way im ever losing this

Cl3m3ntin3: just call me you sentimental prick ;)

Incoming call from D4m0cl3s Accept | Decline (01 minute : 37 seconds) Call ended.

Cl3m3ntin3: im so furious that was a call and not a video you fucking whined WHINED jesus i might cum again just thinking about it

D4m0cl3s: and they say men are easy

Cl3m3ntin3: fuck you, you know you're hot

D4m0cl3s: do i?

Cl3m3ntin3: yeah yeah you fucking do give me all this shit for my ego, but jesus christ you know exactly what you do to me

D4m0cl3s: and you know it's mutual the whine... yeah that wasn't intentional you're just??? unreal????

Cl3m3ntin3: probably a good idea that we don't ever fuck i think i'd stop being able to function like a useful member of society would just want to spend all day in bed with you

D4m0cl3s: you say that as we don't spend a fair amount of our free time doing exactly that just... not together but still together kinda i guess? does that make sense?

Cl3m3ntin3: it makes sense i'm sorry about earlier, still

D4m0cl3s: im sorry, too i know that this isn't like... conventional

Cl3m3ntin3: conventional is boring im gonna go get a shower quickly talk later?

D4m0cl3s: talk later miss u already x

D4m0cl3s is offline

BIG HIT ENT OFFICES Yongsan-gu, Seoul

"You can stop avoiding me, yanno," Jungkook mumbles as he comes to stand beside you.

The grey corridors of Big Hit all look the same, but this one's a little different. It's The Scouts stomping ground; space reluctantly given to them after the success of the last album. Told management they needed studios to work in underdisturbed. Three of them. Tae and Jin didn't care for one - are happy doing their own shit in the dingy old practise room in the basement - but Yoongi, Namjoon and Jungkook all threw tantrums.

Well, less-so trantrums and more-so well put together business plans an ROI graphs for some of the senior bosses. Hoseok was in charge of overseeing it all, and blew far too much budget on it - something of which has bitten them all in the arse, and keeps them tied to their label for longer, but they have freedoms, at least. More than most bands in their field. Oppotunities. Visibility.

At the far end of the corridor, closest to the snack machine, is Jungkook's studio.

There's silence as you watch the packet of chips you just chose drop into the vending chute, with little care for the fact he sounds stroppy. Though you don't look at him, you know he's pouting. Can hear it in his voice.

It's been a few days since he left your apartment and you haven't really spoken since. It's not like it's totally uncommon for you to go a while without chatting, but you are aware that you left a couple memes sent to you on read.

You weren't trying to be a bitch, he just sent them at bad times, and you forgot to reply. Seems as if your lack of consideration has left him overthinking, and you feel a little bad.

You crouch, knees cracking as you do, stuffing your arm into the machine and retrieving your purchases - plural. A packet of chips for you, and banana milk for him. He narrows his eyes as you hold it towards him. You're still crouched, eyes a little wide but impatient.

"Take it or I'll drink it myself, you big baby."

He wants to resist, but he can't. Something just so tempting about banana milk. Gets him every time.

"Was coming to see you, actually," you say as you return to your full posture, knocking your head to the side to indicate you want to walk. He follows your lead like he always does. It explains the banana milk, at least, and makes him feel a little easier. "Just been busy, haven't been avoiding you. Stupid. Anyways, had a meeting today about the next run of shows so thought I'd pop up and say hi before I left."

He hums to let you know he's listening, encouraging you to keep on talking as he reaches the door to his studio. It's pin-protected, so you wait till he's typed in the code to continue - though realistically, you both know you could have just typed it in yourself.

"How'd it go?" He asks, both out of politeness and general curiosity. He's always keen to hear about your life; what's going on with it.

"Yeah, yeah," you nod, entering first and taking a seat in his favourite desk chair as soon as you're inside. You drape your overshirt across the back of it, and ignore the way Jungkook's eyes briefly flitter towards your chest. His gaze doesn't linger, so you don't bother teasing him about it. "All good. Just going over some health and safety stuff."

He pops his banana milk down on the desk. Frowns. Sighs. "Up."

Every single time. Him and his bloody chair.

"But there's another chair right there!" You protest, knowing full well you're in Jungkook's ridiculously overpriced gaming chair, which really has no business being in a music studio - but dear lord if it isn't the comfiest thing you've ever sat on.

"Exactly!" He wails in return. "You, there. Me, here."

The way he gestures his hands makes him look like a flight attendant, all poised and direct, but you don't budge.

"Mhmm-mm," you mumble, trying to eat a chip as Jungkook tugs on your arm. "Me, here. You there!"

"You're gonna get crumbs all over it," he says with such a pout that you can't help but laugh. You know he's got a mini vacuum in his desk drawer precisely for times like these. You know because you're the one who bought it, after the fifth time you'd argued over something as trivial as a few crumbs.

"I won't," you pout right back, then promise, "I'll wipe my fingers."

He's about to say something back, before he realises that you are wiping your fingers - right along the hem of his shirt.

"For fucks sake, you little shit," he moans, wrapping his arm around your head to get you in a headlock. Should have just done this earlier, he thinks. The pair of you struggle for a moment, but he's too bloody strong. You squeal as he drags you off the chair and plonks you down in the spare seat. "Much better."

"You suck," you huff as you kick out at him, but miss as he sits himself down and rolls away with a cheeky little grin on his face.

He's about to reply all rather childishly, but a knock at his door breaks the contact of his eyes on yours.

You're thankful for the interruption. You don't like the way it feels when you look at Jungkook these days. It's a bit... too much.

"Who is it?" Jungkook calls, the frosted glass hiding the intruder, but not really. Even you can make out who it is.

"Yoongi," he calls through, to which Jungkook tells him that he can let himself in. He's one of the chosen few; the secret circle. In all reality, every single one of the boys knows Jungkook's passwords, but he tells himself otherwise. Somehow likes the idea of exclusivity.

"Hey, I- oh," Yoongi begins as he enters the room, stopping as he realises you're there. He's dressed down, a pair of black slacks and a white shirt a fair few sizes too large draped over his shoulders.

Dressed quite a lot like you, actually, though your slacks are fitted and high-waisted, and the white shirt you're in is tight. It clings to your skin, and now that your overshirt is hooked over the back of Jungkook's chair, there's not much hiding your silhouette.

They've both seen you in far less - there's a mutual agreement to never speak of your twenty-third birthday party and the bath debacle - but it's not often you're in anything that doesn't hide you up a little. It's just professionalism, and considering you're mostly around them at work, it makes sense.

But your shirt had ridden up a little from the struggle with Jungkook, and your midriff is distracting for Yoongi, apparently. He stays silent. Looks at you. Looks at Jungkook. Looks at your shirt, which is crumpled by Jungkook. Looks at the mess your hair is in following the headlock. Is unaware of the headlock ever taking place. Adds 2 and 2 and gets 5.

"Didn't realise you had company," Yoongi musters. "My bad."

"Don't mind me," you smile. "I can get gone, if you need time with Jungkook?"

"No, no," Yoongi insists, before turning to focus on Jungkook. The way he cuts the conversation short with you weighs on you. You and Yoongi had never been close, not in the same way you were with Jungkook, but there was a time when you would have been invited along with whatever he needed Jungkook for. Hasn't been that way for a while now, but it still makes you sad. "Just running through that demo you sent over, I've got some notes. I'll be in the studio all evening, so just come by whenever you're... done."

It dawns on you pretty quickly that Yoongi's jumping to conclusions. Your cheeks begin to flame, and you have to stop yourself from awkwardly laughing.

"I'm actually heading off now," you mumble, getting to your feet. The last thing you need is yet another thing for Yoongi to hold against you.

You like to tell yourself it's the whole nepotism thing - and honestly, it's an undeniable part of his disdain for you lately.

But you also know it's something more.

See, there are two things you and Yoongi will never speak of.

The first is your twenty-third birthday party, and the bath debacle that came with it. It was harmless, and he wasn't the only one there - Jimin and Jungkook played their part too - but it's an avoided topic to preserve your dignity more than anything else.

The second thing you will never discuss is the night that never was. The one you both agreed never happened.

When he looks at you, you know he's thinking about it.

But it's your best-kept secret, and you'd quite like to keep it that way, so you make your excuses and leave. Jungkook says bye, and that he'll text later. Yoongi doesn't even really look at you as you leave.

There's a momentum to your heartbeat as you leave the building, your staff pass beeping like a hospital monitor as you go through security. There's a buzz in your back pocket as soon as you're through the doors - not the kind you long for from your Damocles boy, but a just regular kakaotalk message.

When you pull up your phone and see his name, you're surprised, but also a little concerned. You wait until you're at the bus stop to check his messages - and when you do, you wish you never did.

Yoongi (personal): I've said the same to Jungkook as I'm gonna say to you. Think about it from Jin's perspective.

You can't help but laugh at his sheer audacity. Of all people, Yoongi has absolutely no right to berate you, nor your choices. He's completely missed the mark of the relationship between you and Jungkook - and he's really in no place to judge. No place at all.

And so you tell him as such.

You: Not really sure what you're getting at But tell me, Yoongi, did you think about it from Jin's perspective?

You know better than to mention the night that never was. Neither of you have spoken about it for months - a full year, almost - but he deserves to think about it if he's going to be a prick. Deserves to remember. Deserves to have it linger.

You watch as your messages are marked as 'read', and then you mute your notifications from him. How he thinks he has any right to police what you do - and who you do it with - infuriates you. Why waste your time, though? He's been nothing but an absolute arse to you over the past couple of months. Nothing will change it.

The frustration in your mind has you wanting to watch the world roll by. You let the bus you usually board roll on by, opting for the longer route instead. It won't come for another few minutes, but it's not so bad out today. The weather is bearable.

It's as you're waiting - a face of thunder and scowl foul enough to rival even Yoongi's on a bad day - that your phone buzzes. The corner of your lips curl. Cheeks turn pink. It vibrates again. And a third time.

So even though you mentally scold yourself for not waiting until you get home, you find yourself unlocking your phone and heading to Hush.

And sure enough, there he is.

D4m0cl3s: working late tonight

The second message is a picture. Has you gasping. It's a pair of dark trousers, unbuckled, zip down, but still in place - pushed open enough for you to see the thick outline of a bulge in white Calvins.

D4m0cl3s: thinking about you x

A soft laugh escapes your lips, and you forget all about your bad mood.

You reply, a grin on your face so large that you think it could rival a Cheshire cat.

Cl3m3ntin3: and they say romance is dead?? ♡♡

He replies instantly.

D4m0cl3s: i'm not trying to romance you, clem i'm trying to seduce you :) is it working? Cl3m3ntin3: no x D4m0cl3s: what about now??

The picture he sends through is obscene. Belongs in the centrefold of a top shelf magazine. Has you fucking drooling, a light whimper escaping your lips. The harsh wind of a taxi storming by reminds you that you're in public. You look over your shoulder to make sure there's no one walking by - not because you don't want to get caught looking at it, but so you can oogle at it for a little bit longer.

His fingers are wrapped around his thick cock, his grip tight. Like, real fucking tight. His foreskin is pulled down, and there's a small pool of thick precum glistening on his tip. It's so minimal, but so central to the photo that you know it's the main focus. He's letting you know just how horny he is, just how ready he is to fuck himself into you - and he's hoping that your pussy will be leaking like that, too.

Cl3m3ntin3: i'm on my way home can you wait for like 20 minutes? D4m0cl3s: i've got all night, clem take your time i'll be waiting for you Cl3m3ntin3: be home soooooon D4m0cl3s: travel safe, clemmie x Cl3m3ntin3: simp.

[kimchitaebae]

Fuck me up, my boss. • myg

❝Be a good girl and let your boss do whatever he wants to do with his little sluty employee. ❞

➥synopsis: you literally had a crush on your boss. You always tried to seduce him. But it never worked. Until one day your boss couldn't control himself anymore, fucked you, bending you on his desk.

➜pairing: boss! Yoongi x seducer! reader

➜genre: smut, office sex

➜warning: explicit language, swearing, dirty talk, unprotected sex, overstimulation, hair pulling, fingering, humiliation, anal sex, porn w/plot

➜wc: 2.8k

➜pt.1 here

A/n: for my dear readers, sorry to keep you all awaiting. I was busy with my exams and all. So here is the part 2 you all asked for! Thank you for all the support for part 1 ;)

"Yoongi..." You moaned his name while he sucked on your neck trapping you with both of his arms to his office wall. He returned to your face and stared at you while breathing heavily. He then pulled you to his chest by your waist and again started to kiss hungrily. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hand slowly traveled to your shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. Your heart started to beat faster as you pushed him a little.

"Wait-..." You placed your hand on his chest while he gazed at you confusingly yet lust was all over his face. "What about the work..?" You asked as you looked at the papers which were scattered around on his desk. He chuckled and held your wrist and kissed it. "It can wait." He smirked a little as he hungrily started to kiss. You tilted your head, touching his nose with yours as his tongue slipped inside your mouth. His hand again started to unbutton your shirt while kissing you hungrily. He dropped the shirt on the ground, pulling you by your waist tightly and started to kiss your jaw. You arched your back, feeling him bit your neck slightly as a moan escaped from your mouth. Your hand went to his hair and gripped on them. "Yoongi..." You moaned as you felt him unhooking your bra.

He stopped kissing you, dropping your bra on the ground. He lowered himself a little, attaching his lips around your soft and hardened nipple. Your mouth went agape and closed your eyes feeling his warm tongue sucking your nipple. You felt his hand going slowly under your skirt and cupped your soaking cunt. Your breathing got heavy as you clutched on his shirt. "So fucking wet for me already." He mumbled against your nipple as you whimpered feeling hid finger circling on your clothed clit. "Fuck me Yoongi... please.." you moaned as he smirked against your nipple. "So greedy.." He stopped sucking on your nipple as he looked at your pleading face. He took off your skirt along with your panty as shivered feeling the cold air hitting your naked body. He gazed at your naked form, bulge hardening against his sweats as you bit your lip.

"Get on your knees." He commanded as you slowly get on your knees. You stared up at him and saw him breathing heavily while looking down at you. "You know what to do baby....now let's start." He spoke grabbing your hair and patted your cheek. Your hand slowly went to his sweats as you pulled it down, revealing his long and thick cock. You heard him sucked on his breath as you touched his mushroom tip which was already leaking of cum. "Fuck..." You heard him cursing as you wrapped your lips around his tip. He whimpered while gripping on your hair tightly while you started to kiss the leaking tip. You darted your tongue around the tip as you looked up at him. You watching him breathing fast, satisfied by the result, finally pushing his length fully inside your warm mouth. "Shit!" He closed his eyes and gripped on your hair with both of his hands. You gagged a little around his cock, feeling the tip reaching your throat, started to suck him fully. You bob your head continuously around his cock, feeling tears perking in your eyes and grabbed his balls and gave them a little squeeze. "Fuck! Aren't you being a slut for my cock! So desperate." He spoke and started to fuck your mouth while you gripped on his thigh. You whined as he started to fuck your throat while gripping on your hair. "Fucking look at me!" He yanked your hair to look at him while you stared at him with teary eyes, mouth is full with his fat cock.

"Taking my cock so well." He patted your cheeks softly and Fucked your mouth continuously. He started to moan a little as he felt himself getting closer. He sped up his move while looking down at you. "Fuck fuck fuck." He finally shoot his seeds inside your mouth, sighing as your closed your eyes, tasting the salty substance. You removed hie cock from your mouth with a pop and showed your mouth which was empty. He smiled a little and slapped his cock on your face, smearing his cum all over your face and lips. "What a pretty girl..." He smiled and caressed your head.

"Now get on your fours on the couch for me baby.." He spoke while you nodded slowly. You got up and went to the couch. You get on your fours, while ass up and face down. You felt him getting closer to you and felt his hand over your ass. You moaned a little feeling his hand fingers running over your soaking slit. You moaned loudly when you felt his finger around your asshole. "Yoongi....not..ngh... there..." You again moaned loudly, feeling his long finger getting pushed inside your warm asshole. "Why not? Be a good girl and let your boss do whatever he wants to do with his little sluty employee. " He pushed another finger, stretching your asshole wide. You gasped as you closed your eyes. " Yes...boss...Yoongi!" You yelped when he pushed another digit inside you. He fucked your asshole by his three fingers as you whimpered feeling yourself getting loose around his fingers. He pumped his finger inside before taking out his fingers. He then grabbed his hardened cock and rubbed it against your hole. "Please boss... Fuck me..." You cried out, wanting his cock to fuck you senseless. "What a geedy hoe- fuck!" He cursed out, pushing his cock inside your asshole as your mouth went agape.

"Fuck...Yoongi...God!" You cried out as you felt him fucking you through your gummy and soaked walls as tears left from your eyes. His cock stretched you more as he fucked you like ragdoll. "What a pretty hole you've got for me! What a slut! Didn't knew the assistant manager of my company is a slut for me hah!" He spoke as your hole gripped around his cock tightly. You gasped for air, eyes rolled back to your head, clutching to the sofa as you felt yourself getting closer. "Fuck! This is what you always talk about me to your bestfriend! To fuck you senseless? Like a idiot?" He grabbed your both hands and pinned them on your back. "I'm cumming...fuck!" You creamed his cock with your cum as you cried out in pleasure. He smirked as he leaned to your ear. "We are not done baby." You yelped, feeling the stinging pain on your ass as he fucked your through your cum. He again slapped your asscheeks as you cried out. "Too much...too much!" You yelped but cut off in midway when he pulled you by your hair to his chest. "Shut the fuck up and take my cock well!" He gripped on your both hands as he dropped you to the couch again and sped up his movements. You yelped when you felt his another hand circling on your clit. "Yoongi..not there! Ahh!" You suddenly squirted all over his finger and cock as he laughed looking at your fucked out state.

You kept squirting all over his cock while he fuck your ass. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" He moaned out, feeling himself getting closer. Your hole tightly gripped on hie cock as he shoots his seeds inside you. You breathed heavily as you again cummed while squirting, wetting all over the couch. He leaned to your ear and breathed heavily while pulling out his cock from your ass. He stayed like that for a moment before pulling himself away from you, freeing from his grip, letting you drop yourself on the couch. You breathed heavily, feeling your eyes getting tired and smiled a little, after being fucked out like a idiot.

It was the weekend. You were at his place for an upcoming project for the company. His assistant was still absent due to health issues as he called you. You were the assistant manager at the company. The manager, who was a senior of yours was also away from the city. Because of these reasons he called you for work. But here you are, got fucked like a ragdoll by your crush, your handsome boss. You slowly closed your tired eyes and drifted to Dreamland.

6 months ago..

"Did you heard about our boss's son joining his position?" Your bestfriend Jin asked as you nodded, while staring at your computer. "Yeah I heard. So what?" You spoke. "I heard he is handsome, hot and sexy and really breath taking." He spoke as you finally advert your gaze on him. "So?" "So what?look I'm just excited to see him, okay?" He said as you rolled your eyes. "I really do not care you know. All I care now about my paycheck so I can buy a new purse." You smiled to yourself and stared at the half done presentation for upcoming project. "Yeah, why will you care? Is this because of Jimin?" He asked as you shoot him with your glare. "Please don't bring that bitch." You said, voice getting irritate by the mention of your ex-boyfriend's name. "Jin, I'm trying to move on but you suddenly bring him to this conversation?" You said with irritation as he laughed a little. "You can get over him you know. Here is our boss." He pointed at the direction as you looked at the way.

Your eyes went wide, mouth agape, feeling your knees getting weak as you stared at the person who was coming. You all stood up and bowed him while he passed by you. You slowly looked up while he stood in front all employees. "Hello. This is Min Yoongi. Hope we can work together well." He said with a straight face as you felt your cheeks heating up. You heard some gasping and squeals of your female co-workers. But you here you were silently screaming. He finally left the spot and went to the office with his assistant as all of the co-workers sat down on their places. You heard all of their gossips and squeals of your co-workers, already fan girling over him. But you sat silently, still in thoughts.

Jin advert his gaze to you as you watched you going all silent. "Yah! What happened to you?" He shook your body as finally looked at him. "Jin...I guess I just fell in love with Mr.Yoongi."

You, the manager and assistant were called to his office for some discussion. You were literally freaking out to meet him. The manager and assistant were discussing work while you walked with them towards his office silently. You finally reached there as the assistant nocked on the door. You head a voice telling the three of you to come in. You stepped inside the office, eyes drifting towards your handsome boss who was focused in his computer. Your hear started to beat faster as you felt hot. He then looked up from his computer as your breath hitched in your throat. You mentally screamed. He looked so beautiful. You wanted to kiss his pouty lips immediately. Your face grew hot and red as you breathed heavily.

His assistant started to introduce you to him as you bowed infront of him with a smile. His assistant started to introduce the manager to him but his gaze was still locked at you. "Miss Y/N." You jumped a little, hearing his voice calling you. "Y-yes sir." You replied. "Are you nervous?" He asked as your eyes went wide. You immediately shook your head. "No sir. I'm not!" You laughed a little as he nodded. "Well I heard about you quite a lot from my father. Achieving this position is hard but somehow you did. My father was very impressed with you. So I would like you to show me the results that you showed to my father." He explained staring at you as you stared at him in uttered shock. You blinked for some moment as the whole room went quite. "Uhh- yes sir! Sure! I'll try my best!" You bowed again as you smiled nervously while he nodded.

Days passed by as you started to work harder to impress your boss. You prepared the presentations for meetings and present them with a lot of courage infront of your boss. While doing that work, you started to wear your tight skirts. Yes you tried to seduce your boss. You tried for whole six months but you didn't got any response. So you slowly started to wearing them often from daily.

On the other hand, things were not really going well with Yoongi. He was having a hard time. With you. His eyes were at you from the day he stepped inside to the work place. You caught his attention. He started to want see you a lot. He wanted you. He was crushing over you a little. But the day came, when you started to wear tight skirts often, showing your curves. He was having a hard time with you. Your sudden appearance made a huge impact on him. During meetings, you would present the presentation while he would struggle. Struggle with the bulge inside his trousers. He wanted to fuck in the spot, bending you on the desk and fuck you like a bitch ok heat in front all of his employees. He wanted to do a lot of things to you. He would watch your pretty lips moving. He wanted to kiss those lips or smear his cum on your lips. He would watch your pretty face laughing and smiling widely. He wanted to see your fucked out expression on your face while he fuck you. He watched your hips swaying around. He wanted to grip on those hips and fuck you from behind. He would watch your naked neck. Fuck. He wanted to paint all his marks on your neck. He wanted to do a lot of things. But the day wasn't so far. You bending on his desk while he fucked you from behind. God he really loved the scene. He didn't wanted to let you go anymore. He wanted to keep you to himself. He also called you to his house only to see you. He was desperate. He was desperate for your touch. He wanted to feel you again and again. He wanted to make you his.

You woke up by the sunlight hitting your face. You slowly sat up and looked around the surrounding. then you remembered. You felt soar all over your body. You looked at your body and it was covered with a tshirt. You then smelled something delicious. It was food. You slowly got up from the bed as you walk to the direction where the smell was coming from. You made your way to the kitchen and saw Yoongi cooking. You made your way to near to him. "Sir..." You called out as he looked at your way. "oh you woke up! Sit down. I made you something breakfast. " He calmly said as you nodded and sat down at the kitchen counter. Soon he served breakfast infront of you and sat down opposite to you. You looked at him and smiled nervously. "Eat up." You nodded with a smile as you slowly eat the breakfast. Your eyes went wide as you gasped a little. Yoongi stared at you curiously waited for your reply. "Sir this is so good!" You said as you again took a bite of his food. He watched you, eating and smiling as his heart melted in warmth. "Y/N" He called you. "Please don't call me Sir. Call me Yoongi. I like it when you call me by my name." He said staring at you as you locked your eyes with his. Your smile slowly curled up to a big one as you slowly nodded. Your face started heat up as you felt your heart beating faster. You looked down to your food and ate silently while smiling widely.

Yoongi watched your expression as his heart thumped against his chest. He watched you eating hid food while smiling widely. Your hair was falling to your face while the ray of sun hit your face. Your whole face started to glow. His lips curled up to a small smile. "Cute." He muttered.

[julieeeeette]

the one where you and yoongi take your son to the beach

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Word Count: 330

Rating: PG-13

You and Yoongi had taken your son to the beach and played with him all day making sandcastles, running away from the waves as they crashed onto the shore and watched little crabs as they shuffled around. Then, when the fluffy clouds became pastel pinks and purples, the three of you laid in the warm sand and pointed out different shapes until the sky eventually lit on fire.

“Come on, buddy. It’s getting late.” Yoongi smiled as he looked over at his son, who could barely keep his eyes open. Your son held his arms up and allowed him to pick him up and carry him to the car.

It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep. 

Yoongi glanced at him with a soft laugh in the rear view mirror before refocusing on the road and taking your hand.

When you got home, you carried your child inside with Yoongi following you down the hallway to the bedroom full of astronaut figurines, spaceships, and the planets. He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms with a soft smile as you laid him down and covered him up, pressing a kiss to his brow before turning on a lamp in the shape of a cartoonish astronaut peering into a softly illuminated moon.

Yoongi admired it for a moment before you stepped up beside him and wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head on his shoulder.

“Today was perfect.” He whispered as though your son would wake up even as Holly jumped up into bed beside him and dropped down beside him with a sigh.

“It really was.” You watched your only child sleep for a moment, grateful for how easy it had been to get him down and the calm of your home that settled around you like a warm blanket on a cold night. “Let’s go to bed.”

Yoongi yawned as if on cue and nodded before steering you towards your shared room. “Yes, let’s.”

[kk-k-kk]

Godless

Summary: The thriving streets with booming businesses have come to a stand still. Curfews and police raids every few hours to seize any whiff of narcotics terrorised every person, regardless of involvement. The Upper Side lies unfaltering in their picket fences. In this induced borderline dystopia, in your cardboard box apartment you have found a strange joy in watching the actions of a tangerine-stealing thug.

pairing: suga/yoongi/agust d x fem!reader

part warning(s): drug trafficking

a/n: this is still very fun

PROLOGUE

The air smelled of nothing. Every inch of the hall was so clean that the novices took their time with every breath, inhaling the rare fresh air, filling their stomach with it and trying to hold it in as long as they could. 

"I will now begin to present the details of the latest report of seized narcotics from LB-Z*. The entire block has been sealed for now. But our sources tell us that this block was the latest den of Suga-"

"Suga, again?"

"Is he real? I thought that was just for the news?"

"What kind of a name is that?"

The Commissioner cleared his throat, immediately shutting up the murmurs inside the hall. He was old but when he spoke, he sounded another ten years older. He croaked, "No face to the name still?"

The presenter nervously looked towards her superior before stuttering out some vague excuses.

"Do we even know if it is one person or a gang?"

Silence spread through the hall. Every breath could be counted. No one could really understand how this kept happening. Ever since the Complete Narcotics Seize* began in 2025, the nation watched as the reputation of the Korean National Police only flew higher and higher. Drug trafficking cases that were unsolved for years were being closed one after another and just when the international eye fell on the Republic of Korea, Suga appeared. 

The Busan LBs*, which had been quietened, were suddenly posing a huge obstruction to the nation's falling crime rate. The tensions were high as the stakes were higher. Large scale meetings and conferences were being held and Busan Metropolitan Police suddenly became the most searched on the internet. 

It was obvious that a hall full of officers of every rank couldn't understand why suddenly their well put efforts were failing. The murmurs floated from inside the hall to the building, gently spreading through the city until the internet's most searched topic became Suga. 

—

"Are these fresh?"

The shopkeeper eyed the man before him, finding it funny how a grown man was drooling over some tangerines. 

"Yes. Just brought them in. How many?"

"Four."

The shopkeeper nodded, packing it in a polythene and tying a neat knot before handing it over. The crisp notes he received felt unreal, almost like they were just printed. 

"Are you coming from the bank-"

The man was gone by then. Elated, skipping steps with his dear tangerines swinging in the polythene in sync with his unruly hair. 

"What a weirdo!"

LB-Z: Busan which has become the hub of the drug trafficking business has been segregated into categorical regions by the police.

The Upper Blocks and the Lower Blocks comprise Busan. The Upper Blocks are further classified into smaller blocks named, UB-A, UB-B. These blocks are further subdivided into UB-A1 and so on till UB-B1. The basis of the categorization is not disclosed to the public.

The Lower Blocks are divided the same way with LB-A, subdivided into LB-A1 and so on till LB-B1.

LB-Z is a whole block; the very last block at the very edge of the city. It is particularly known to have the worst crimes and cheapest real estate.

Complete Narcotics Seize: Launched in May of 2025 as a 'cleansing operation' by the Korean National Police. The operation focuses on the thorough investigation of all cases related to narcotics. It began with the reopening of closed cases and proceeded to take the entirety of the Republic of Korea by storm. While not officially disclosed, it is rumoured that the operation was launched right before the raid of the offices of Eco-blue, an eco friendly clothing chain, owned by the son of a Presidential Candidate.

Busan LBs: Busan Lower Blocks

[wannabelife]

telepathy – myg

paring: yoongi x afab reader

genre: smut

warnings: phone sex, fingering, handjob, descriptive, multiple orgasms, dirty talk

a/n: i missed yoongi on stage so muuuch!! like wdym tour ended?? :((( did u all watch the final?? also, i cant believe he's already leaving :((((( here's a lil something to help us cope :)

and there you are again, screen in front of you while agust d performs live but far away from you. you dont really know why you summit yourself to this. you could just ignore it and go to bed, but you can't.

since tour, yoongi and you can not always call each other, because of schedule, work but especially timezones. being away for quite some time just makes you a bit more needy than usual. also, the way he's sweating on stage, hip thrusting to nothing, growling, and working his hands on the guitar doesn't help at all.

you decide to shut the computer screen since this lack of attention is getting you frustrated. there's nothing more you can do.

a hour fly by of you trying to sleep, but your mind just can't seem to leave you alone today. you turn around on the bed to light the lamp on your nightstand as you grab your phone, checking the time, it is already past midnight. you know yoongi's concert had already finished around this time. you stare at your phone contemplating if you should call him or not.

maybe you should, whats the real bad in that? at least, you could try. you disk the numbers and wait for an answer on speaker.

"hello" yoongi's voice echoes in the room, sounding lower and raspier than usual because of all the singing and shouting on stage. you cant put a finger on it but at the moment it hits your ears, you feel your stomach tingles.

"hi, its me" you reply hating that you sound weak.

"i know its you" he let out a giggle and you can sense he's smiling "how are you?"

"im fine, what about you? was the show tiring today? you looked excited"

"i dont really feel it since im just happy to be on stage" you nod at his words even tho he cant really see you. after a small time of silence, he adds "were you watching?"

"what? your show? of course i was"

"what do you think?"

"what do you mean what i think?" you laugh a little because why would it matter "i like it... i like it a lot... its quite frustrating tho, just watching, not able to act— hm, act on... i mean, its nice, i like it a lot"

you can hear him laughing out loud on the other side while you just want to hang up on him and ignore everything. why would you ramble and stutter like that? there's no real reason for it.

"act on what? you didnt finish"

"i cant really come up what i was going to say"

"i know you are lying, yn. just go ahead and say it what you were thinking. act on what?"

"act on... my thoughts"

"and what is it that you imagine?"

"why does it matter anyways? they are just thoughts"

"why cant you just say you miss me? aren't you enough needy to ask for me?" you blush at his straightforwardness, not so unusual but always surprising.

"i am. i am needy for you, yoongi. i miss you so much. i want you but cant have you right now, and its so fucking frustrating" you groan more to yourself but that affects him too.

"tell me what is it that you miss so much, maybe i can help"

"your touch, yoongi. your perfect mouth on me"

he inhales after hearing you, his cock threatening to get hard at just the thought of it. the thought of you. he misses your touch too, the way you suck him like no one else does, the way you know all his right spots. the pretty sounds you make when he's on you and the way you two can go from raw and needy to passionate and slow. he misses having multiple rounds with you.

"does my slut miss it that much?"

you whine at the possessiveness in his voice, its true, you're his little slut after all.

"come on, bring the toy i bought you to your side. let me help my baby cum"

you hate how excited you feel at his words, jumping out of bed in one montion to do what he asked you, taking all of your clothes off in your way back, staying spreed naked for him even tho he cant see you.

"im already naked for you"

"how needy" he smirks to himself "send me a picture just to make sure you're right for me"

you open the camera on your chat room with him, making sure to open your pussy with your two middle fingers so he can see it perfectly. as you send it, you can hear the notification ring on the other side.

"you look so beautiful. lay down for me" he hears the bed sheets making a sound as you get comfortable and when it dies down, he assumes you're just right to get it started "i need you to suck your fingers for me, understood? when you are done bring them to your beautiful nipples"

you do as he says and after you suck them wet with your saliva, you use it to carass your nipples. your eyes closing at the feeling.

"babe, tell me how many fingers have you sucked?"

"four" as you deliver your answer, he lets out a low moan at the thought of it, he always knew your mouth can take a lot "what you want me to do?"

"keep massaging your pretty titties" you keep going but this is not enough right now, like he heard your thoughts, he speaks again "now pinch your nipples for me" you moan at the amazing feeling hitting you "i miss biting your pretty nipples and getting those moans myself" you cant help your legs closing for some kind of friction, your core begging for attention.

"i need more, yoongi-ah" you whine.

"alright alright, you can touch yourself now, but you cant touch your clit"

you whimper, a bit desperate trying to reach the pleasure he's keeping away from you.

"what's that? are you complaining?"

"no" as you obey him, you bring your finger to your core, teasing your entrance.

"tell me, how wet are you?"

"not much" you slide your finger up and down your bare pussy, not reaching your clit as he asked.

"gotta prepare that tight cunt, right?" you are just able to babble a small hmm as an answer as you start to feel the tension building between your legs "you can get on your clit now since you're doing so good for me, such a good girl"

as you slide again on your folds, you finally get where you need the most. you start drawing circles on your clit in a small motion at first. the wet noises getting louder each stroke as you pick up your pace. feeling like he deserves more too, you get the speakers close to your core so it can capture the wet sounds as you masturbate "can your heart it, yoongi? it's for you, all because of you"

"you're doing so great, my pussy slut, getting me so hard"

you keep moaning, your pussy clenching and as if he was there with you, feeling you himself, he speaks up "can you enter a finger for me?"

"yes– yes, oh my god... thank you, thank you" you enter with your middle finger, going in and out slowly to ajust. as you're fingering yourself, you get your thumb on your clit again doubling the feeling. you add another finger whimpering at the sensation inside you.

you're able to hear yoongi's bealt getting undone "baby, you are doing so good, keep going for me" you hear muffled sounds of movements on the other side of the line as a spitting sound hit your ears. yoongi spits on his hands, getting it to stroke lazily at his hard cock.

"curl your fingers, baby, make yourself cum"

you curl your two middle fingers inside you "its not enough" you grunt.

"i know, i know. my fingers and cock can reach so much more, make you feel so much better" you whimper, not able to stop the moans because you cant have him right now "just keep going, you're doing great" you fasten your fingers, moaning louder when your other hand start to work faster on your clit.

"who's cunt is it?"

"yours, yoongi. only yours"

"that's right. mine. mine tight beautiful cunt, fits me so perfectly" you can start to hear yoongi working on his cock, the sound getting louder, him leaving low gasps every now and then.

"im close" the built on your stomach getting closer to the edge each minute as your head is thrown back and eyes shutting.

"cum for me, yn" and you do. after his command, you let it go. goosebumps spreading all over your body as you mewl.

"get the toy i asked you" his voice sounds out of breath compare to before. your mind going blank, having a hard time to process his words after your high, but you get the sex toy either way. bringing it to life, the buzzing sound being easy to be heard "good girl" he praises you for obeying so nicely everything he asks.

the screen of your phone lights up, and you can see yoongi is facetiming you. you answer fastly, placing it on the desk in front of your bed, so he has a great view of it and you. he's half naked, his cheeks a bit rosy and his hand on his cock. he grazes his thumb on its head, collecting more precum from it as he sighs in relief.

you spread yourself in front of the screen, finally bringing the toy to your clit. feeling sensitive post orgasm, you whine at the slight pain it brings you that it's not bad at all.

"get another finger inside, i know you can take it" you moan and slowly add the third finger inside you, curling it up, making you see stars "fuck, look at me, yn" he pleads.

you do. he's faster on his length as he brings his other hand to caress his balls. yoongi moans audibly now, watching you without blinking, nipples hard, your fingers working on your cunt, and he can see it clenching around them too.

you fight the urge to close your eyes to keep the eye contact, the overstimulation hitting you as you circle the toy on your clit. your legs threatening to close as the built starts again "that's right, my babe is going to give me another one"

"cum with me, yoongi, please" he hears you, swearing at the view, at your words, at the feeling. your body goes stiff for a second, your legs trembling and a whine coming out in high pitch as you are cumming again. the toy leaving your hand hitting the floor with a sound, just the three fingers fighting to prolong your orgasm.

yoongi cant stop staring at your form, your pretty sounds and your eyes rolling back from the pleasure "fuck, im close" he says and you finally start to relax, all the cum dripping from your core weting the mattress as he cant help it anymore. he's coming undone with a moan.

both of you breathing loudly and fast, as your chests goes up and down, waiting for the comedown.

"you are amazing" he sighs.

[svtrightherekids]

Can you recommend some really BTS angsty fics that have happy endings (yknow something that'll torture my heart but I'll still be happy)

YES. we love torturing our hearts <3

backburner by @yoonpobs

sister's best friend min yoongi! x reader

sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?

2. maybe I do by @chateautae

ceo taehyung! x rich reader!

maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.

3. practice by @chryblossomjjk

art major jungkook! x smart reader!

what starts as a harmless little "meet up" ends up being way more complicated.

4. Rough edges by @kjhmyg

badboy jk! x reader!

This series is not ended yet, but I couldn't possibly recommend a angsty fic rec and not include this series. fingers crossed, hopefully this has a happy ending :(

5. The return of an empress by @you-are-my-joy

Empress Reader! x Advisor!Jin, Advisor!Yoongi, General!Hoseok, Advisor!Namjoon, Assassin!Jimin, Knight!Taehyung, Knight!Jungkook

After one fateful night, you find yourself transmigrated into your favorite novel as the Empress that shares the same name as you. As a bookworm, most would think you’d be happy, but how could you be happy when the Empress you’ve become is expected to be killed in three months. The only thing on your mind now is to learn how to survive.

Thanks for reading :0

[pjmbrat]

tease m.yg

warnings: dom!yoongi, sub!reader, degradation, lil bit of praise, sir kink, spanking, reader tries to be a brat but fails <\3

You filled up the bathtub with steaming hot water, just how you liked it. Sliding into the water, your strained muscles getting that much needed therapy you’d been craving all day. You lathered your body in your favorite coconut flavored body wash, it was evident that Yoongi loved it as well, always putting his nose in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply when he hugged you. But tonight, you didn’t want Yoongi to be sweet like how he usually is, no, you wanted him to be mean.

Teasing Yoongi had to be one of your favorite things by far. Pushing him to his limits so he would fuck you stupid was always your goal, so tonight you had the perfect idea for what you wanted to do. You grabbed your phone off of the side of the bath, opening you and Yoongi’s messages, clicking on the little camera button. Although you were in the bath, you were such a filthy sight. Your face was slightly pink from the heat of the bath, the soapy bubbles all over your boobs, you knew Yoongi would go crazy for this.

You snapped a photo of yourself, squeezing your boobs together as you looked up at the camera. Your fingers trembling over the send button, Where’d all that confidence go? You sucked it up and sent it anyway, sending another text reading, “Wish you were here.” The anticipation had you wet already. You put your phone back where it was, continuing to enjoy your bath. After you had washed your hair, and the rest of your body, you made your way out of the bathtub to dry off. You almost forgot that you even texted Yoongi, but as soon as you stepped into your room-

There he was. Sitting on the bed, still dressed in his work attire, and God, you just wanted him to fuck you then and there. “What were you trying to do, huh?” He mumbled. “You didn’t like it?” You pouted, making your way over to him, dressed in a simple white, silky robe. “Over my knee.” He demanded, arousal pooling in your core. “What are you talking abou-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he swiftly picked you up and placed you over his knee himself. His hands made their way to the curve of your ass, groping it. “Bet this is what you wanted, isn’t it Y/N?” He growled, landing a hard smack to your ass, undoubtedly leaving a red hand print. You whimpered, “Yoongi, please.” You begged.

“Please, what? Are you that greedy for my cock that you can’t even address me properly?” Your disobedience earning you another smack to the ass. You could barely think straight at this point, just wanting him to be inside of you. “Please sir, wanna feel you..” You cried. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to relieve the ache just a little bit. Yoongi wasn’t having it, though, quickly picking you up once again and making you sit on his lap, facing him. You could feel his bulge between your legs, “You’re such a fuckin’ tease.” He groaned, smashing his lips against yours. He wrapped his hand around your throat, causing you to whine into his mouth. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, fighting with your own, pulling away only to bite on your bottom lip. “Dirty girl. Lay down for me.” You scrambled over to the bed, laying down on your back. “Need you so bad..” You whined, untying the belt of your robe, your naked body on display for him now. Yoongi licked his lips, his eyes trailing down your naked body. He quickly took his pants off, along with his boxers.

Yoongi rubbed the tip of his cock, spreading the precum around his shaft. He let out a groan as he pumped his cock above you. “Sir please, wan’ you inside.” You cried out. He took his time painfully teasing you, rubbing the tip against your aching clit. Yoongi’s moans were like music to your ears, and you could listen to them forever. “Gonna be a good fuckin’ girl for me?” He growled, spreading your dripping arousal all over your cunt. “Yes, yes please sir, please fuck me, I’ll be such a good girl for you sir!!” Hearing that, he sunk into your tight heat, splitting you open. You arched your back and let out a cry. He was relentless, pounding you at a brutal pace. “Yes fuck, just like that, take all of me.” He gasped, rubbing circles on your clit. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your moans and cries matching his thrusts. You were never one to last long, especially with him, but you already felt yourself getting close, and you knew he could feel it too with how tight you were clenching around him. “Gonna cum already, huh? Such a pathetic slut.” His words pushed you over the edge, you screamed his name one last time before you came all over his cock, quivering under him. Everything going dark as you got lost in euphoria. Yoongi groaned, his cock twitching as he spilled his seed deep inside of you.

As soon as you came down from your high, Yoongi was back to being the sweet boy he’d always been, grabbing a towel from the bedside table to clean you up, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. “Did so well for me, angel.” He purred, covering you up with the blankets on your bed. “Mmm..” was all you could reply with as you closed your eyes, letting yourself drift to sleep in his arms.

[icravebooks]

Paint me yours.

Yoongi x reader

Genre: establish rlsp, smut, pure filthy smut.

Summary: you had an idea and yoongi never said no to it.

Warning: pure straight out smut, it's mature content so kids stay away, spanking, p into v penetrations, unprotected sex (i am not gonna say don't be foolish cause more than half of you don't even have a social life let alone because you are delulu), paint play, temperature play, soft dom yoongi, sub reader, yoongi loves taunting and teasing. That will be all please tell me if you find anything worth mentioning.

Masterlist

Side note: this had been in my mind for days I had to get it out so that's why I stayed up the night writing this. Enjoy

Word count: 4k

To the point you could conclude yoongi was the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask of, he was the perfect softie, and the best power he held was that he never said no to anything you ever suggested, 6 years of relationship and there was not even a single time he had said no to you. Not even when you would ask him to come over at 3 in the morning.

So it wasn't a surprise that he had said yes to your almost shy request, it had struck you out of no where, you were just watching some show it had some scenes related to painting and just somehow you mind dragged you to the deepest pools of lust, a not so innocent idea striking you so hard that you had no other option but you discuss it with your boyfriend, you didn't tell him the details though, you just told him you had something in mind that you wanted to try with him and like yoongi was he never said no.

So that's how you both ended up in the living room of your apartment, the sofas and cushioned all pushed back to create abundance space for both you and yoongi to try the idea you had been thinking about, a large canvas laying in front of you both, the cans of pain kept on the side of it and a few brushes stocked in a pen stand beside your leg.

"So.." yoongi finally breaks the silence his hand placed on his hips while his body is half turned your way, one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows raised in a silent question, you couldn't exactly hide how nervous you were feeling about this, the death grip you had on your shirt was enough to give it out, your were biting the inside of your cheeks not entirely sure about how you should let yoongi know what you had planned, it felt embarassing to say it out loud.

It wasn't that you guys hadn't done shit, you guys were actually really far from that if anything the amount of corrupt acts you had done together was let's just say a secret hidden to maintain world peace. But this was the first time you had something you thought of, something totally out of the box, something that came from your imagination.

It wasn't that you were scared that yoongi would judge you, he never did that infact if anything he always helped you relax and not overthinking things, he always was there when the shouts inside your head got too loud, he always knew when you were about to lose it and that was why he turned towards you totally, his warm rough hands coming up to cup your cheeks and his warm lips coming to collide with the bridge of your nose, stealing a sigh from you.

"It's okay love, there's nothing wrong in wanting to try something if anything it makes us knowledgeable." Yoongi always knew what you thought even without you speaking it and it was something that has always come as a warm blanket over you anytime things got hard, just like now and his words actually relieve you making your stiffness dissolve and your expression softens as you look into his eyes.

"That's like my brave girl." The gummy smile that he flashes your way has the remaining tension leaving your body, a smile cracking on your face at his comment as he places his forehead against yours, "now stop torturing my poor soul and tell me what you have planned for us?" Yoongi's direct questions makes your throat dry but you can't hide away, you lick your dry lips locking eyes with him.

"Umm.. I thought.. maybe we could..try you know.. some paint and..that canvas..I mean you get it right, i can't put it into exact words but the rough up conclusion is that I want you to fuck me on that canvas." Your innocent stupor breaks away by the end of your monologue, it was hard to be shy about something when you always are the outspoken one, it's hard to not have words when you always have them.

Your words make your boyfriend laugh, a almost surprised look visible in his eyes while he squeezes your cheeks between his hands, "aww my baby finally turning naughty." Yoongi tease his voice dropping down a few octaves and turning husky making your knees quiver, you can feel the way your starts feel turned on by that single comment of his.

You look away from him not able to keep your eyes on him but that yoongi doesn't allows as he grips your chin gently between his finger and turns your eyes back towards him, "didn't we went over the rules love?, You need to keep yours Eyes on me my good girl." You knew how much of a switch yoongi was, he was the perfect boyfriend in public and in private when it was steamy hot moments he was a dominating alpha male who knew how to keep you withering and under his control but even in that he never did anything that would hurt you.

However that didn't mean you didn't get punished by him specifically on certain occasion and one thing to remember about yoongi was that, yoongi held his rules very important and the thought of making him angry made you wetter by seconds, as fun as it sounded you had other plans for today so you would rather let that one sit back for another time, so you kept your gaze pinned at him, "let's make this as detailed as we can play?" Yoongi's instruction was clear and simple and you knew that it was important for him to know what exactly you wanted so that the whole thing would turn out well.

Your nodding earned you a quick peck on the lips from yoongi one of his hand leaving your face and wandering down behind your back to squeeze your ass and pull you closer to him, your own hands entangled in the mess of his long black hairs to keep you anchored, "you want to be fucked laying down on that canvas ?" Yoongi questions humming against your lips, his hand that was still on your cheek patting it in a comforting manner, your heart felt warm at the action knowing exactly well that it was yoongi's way of keeping your anxiety from taking a toll on you.

"Yes." You whisper comes out breathy, your eyes almost closing when yoongi starts kissing his way from your jaw to your neck, lazy open mouth lustful kisses that have you moaning out his name already while you are sure you have drenched your panties already. "What else do you want me to do?" Yoongi questions all the while his hand that had been on your ass moved towards the front and in between your thighs pushing them apart slightly, you shudder at the feeling of his wet tongue licking away on your skin like fire.

"Paint.. I want you and I to leave colour imprinting of our love making on that canvas." You breathly confess your mind already going to hijack with the feeling of his lips against you and his hands that are playing with your body, a chuckle vibrates yoongi's body along side yours sending another wave of arousal gushing out of your pussy. "My my when did I turned my sweet little princess into a dirty girl?" You were sure as hell that yoongi loved teasing you, no matter how many times you guys had done how many dirty things, he would never give up on the idea that you were a classical good girl who he corrupted, in your opinion yoongi loved the fact that he had the power over you to turn you into lust filled slut and it didn't bother you even in the slightest not when it was yoongi or his skillful fingers which were currently tracing the outline of your panties.

"Anything else you would like me to do to you princess ?" You couldn't deny just how sexy yoongi's grunting voice sounded near your ear as he worked his way up the side of your neck to your ear, your hands tugging at his hair strands at the way his finger circled around your clothed clit, you almost cried at the teasing you were subjected to under yoongi's hand but you were never behind on returning the favour as your own hand moved down to cup his clothes already hard bulge through his sweatpants.

When yoongi groaned on you palming him a satisfied smirk ignited on your lips while you watched the way his hooded lust blown eyes gave you a warning look, "that will be all darling." You kept your voice seductive, dragging the nickname further to tease the man who just smiled lazily at your cheeky behaviour before his hands were shredding you off your clothes and you were returning the favour, not even ten seconds later both you were reduced to your underwear and yoongi to his sweatpants.

Yoongi smiled at you deviously before attacking your lips, his hands roaming all over your body coming up to squeeze your breast before they started to massage them and a loud moan elicited from you in response. Your own hands couldn't from pulling him in even more, not letting him go until you both were running short on air, you both pulled away totally breathless eyes scanning each other's body with a hunger visible in both your eyes.

Yoongi took a step back from you and opened up one of the cans that laid on the floor, "get down here princess." The commanding voice that yoongi used were enough to turn your legs into jelly and he didn't really had to tell you twice before you found yourself sitting halfway on top of the canvas, yoongi took his place in between your parted legs, you watched him with anticipating breathe as his eyes made contact with yours, a grin spreading on his lips.

"Open up for me princess." Yoongi requested tapping the inside of your thighs and you stretched them far apart allowing yoongi the perfect view of your drenched panty, a groan left the man at the sight of your already gone state, your smiled clearly feeling proud that you were the reason yoongi looked so animalistic, like he could devour you right then and there, "already so wet for me love." Yoongi commented taking a step closer to you and tracing a finger from your knees to your inner thighs before they dived inside your panty to press against your clit which made you throw your head back while you supported yourself on the palm of your hands leaning back and pushing forward on his finger, "always wet for you baby." Your breathless confession made the man swell up with pride, his eyes shining as he eye fucked you, taking in the sinister state you were in, mentally clicking up an image of yours in his mind to keep.

He pulled away his finger from your core making a whimper escape your mouth but that only made the male chuckle as he started to pull down your panty, a cold wet sensation igniting where yoongi touched which made you look back at him out of curiousity, your breathe getting stolen when you see the sight that greets you.

A trail of yellow paint follows the finger that are pulling your panties down, the sight just makes you more wet and your throw back your head again when yoongi discards your panty and places a kiss to the top of your thigh, "absolutely beautiful." Yoongi whispers warm against your skin as he places open mouth kisses to your thigh all the way down to your knees before his one hand comes to your hips moving back to your ass, you can feel the coolness of the paint wherever yoongi touches you and you almost lose all your senses when his hand kneads on your ass cheeks spreading the paint further on it.

"Eyes on me love." Yoongi punctuates his words with a light smack to yours other ass cheek, his figure coming atop you, his face hovering inches above yours while his lower half press against yours, you moan when yoongi's clothed length press against your naked heat, "who said you were allowed to keep that on?" You questioned looking into yoongi's eyes, knowing that he understood what you were talking about, yoongi smirks down on you as your hands lock behind his neck, he supports himself on one of his forearm while the other dips into the can of paint beside you before it disappears down.

You open your mouth to say something against stopping immediately when you feel yoongi run down his painted hand down your torso to your abdomen and then down to your core, he smears the paint on either of your inner thighs before his fingers progress in on your pussy, his two fingers rubbing on the lips of your pussy before he parts them and enters his middle finger knuckle deep into your core, you scream out curses throwing your head back at the invasion.

"Ah ah love didn't i say eyes on me." Yoongi's fingers retreat along his words making you whimper in refusal, your eyes glaring at the man on top of you before you decide that he deserves a pay back so you flip him over, now you are the one on top of him. You straddle his lap purposely grinding yourself against his length to get those beautiful groans of his. This time it's yoongi whose head falls back and his eyes shut, giving you the perfect opportunity to Tut back at him.

"Now baby, that isn't really exemplary for someone who was taunting me about closing my eyes." You sass back continuing to ride him, yoongi totally ignores your sass, his hands grip onto your waist so tight tha you are sure there are gonna be bruises but you don't mind some bruises.

Not when yoongi looks so lost and divine with his lips parted his eyes shut while he is fumbling out incoherent words, you turn yours body half sideways grabbing onto a can of colour and opening it before you dip your hand in it and pull out to spread the red paint over yoongi's chest, making sure to give him a slow shoulder massage when you are at it anyway. You lean down enough so that your chest is brushing his with each breath that he takes, knowing very well that the wet paint is getting on your body too.

Your bump yours nose with his as you grind against him, "how does it feels baby?" You straight out provoke him using a slutry tone and continue to grind against him as you continued your tortur-- massage on his chest trailing the extra paint down to his v line, you can hear yoongi grunt and groan at your action but he doesn't complains, so you continue until you reach the offending piece of clothing and when you do, you placed a kiss directly over that visible tent in his pants, making sure to suck on that very spot to make yoongi even more frustrated, finally you get the piece of clothing off him by dragging his sweatpants of his hips, making extra sure that you did it slowly as slowly as you could with the man grumbling for you to be a little quick at your work but you took your sweet time and once he was free from his confinements.

You dipped both your hands in two different colours winking up at him wickedly as you say in between his stretched thighs, "what are yo.." yoongi didn't complete his question before which yours hands were placed on either side of his hips before you trailed your fingers towards his cock, taking slow deliberate taps closer to his shaft before finally taking his length in your hand and smearing his mighty cock with the paint, making sure to Dip down and place a quick kiss to the oozing tip of his cock, maybe a quick suck too just so to hear that throat deep grunt of his while he cursed.

"Easy there babyboy." Your tease seem to only make the male more restless, it was actually an impressive thing that you and yoongi had rules that when the other takes charge you must restrain from stopping them not until you can't help it, so knowing that yoongi could help it still you took your time sliding your palm up and down the inside of his shaft, even going for some extra paint before going down to massage his balls, so instead of an oil massage you were giving him a paint massage how funny.

"Y/N you need to stop if you don't want to end up in a rather hard situation." You knew why yoongi was warning you and it only made you giggle the fact that he was so close to lose it when you were pumping his length with yours hands wrapped around it, making sure to give him a squeeze every now and then. Yep you were totally asking for it but never saw it coming not when yoongi's hands traveled to grab onto yours shoulder, not when he let them trail down your arm, you thought he was trying to anchor himself by doing that but boy were you wrong?

A yelp left your mouth when yoongi pulled you atop him by a harsh tug on your arm, your blood ran cold when you saw the look of pure wickedness and contempt clear in his eyes, it left you breathless, your breathe hitched in your throat when yoongi turned you both around, trapping you in between his arms.

"Lay on your stomach love." That was enough to make you feel goosebumps the chills in his voice making you gulp down harshly while your walls clenched around nothing, you didn't protest and complied with him, turning around and laying flat on your stomach while you heard him mutter a good girl just beside your ear, you knew yoongi purposely pressed his body against yours letting you feel his hard length against your ass. You knew he purposely rubbed his cock against you to make you frustrated.

"Hands above your head princess." You complied without any complain knowing exactly well there was nothing to argue with him about, you yelped when yoongi delivered a smack against your ass, "playing with fire isn't something good girls do my love." Yoongi's scolding was something he was enjoying and you knew that from his tone, you tried to hold back a retort meanwhile yoongi nudged you open for him even more.

You were about to make a comment when yoongi decided to plunge three finger inside you, making you scream out in surprise which made him laugh, you turned your head back to glare at the man who just gave you a cocky smirk, finding your surprise funny.

"Any problem there love?" He mocked you as he started to thrust his fingers in and out of you, you would have retorted with something witty had it not been that yoongi was making you moan and groan so good, you felt fool with his fingers knuckle deep inside you hitting that perfect spot only he could find.

Yoongi kept his thrust even until he felt you clench around his digit that was when he picked up his pace making you cry out his name in a bliss as white covered your vision and you saw stars when you came on his finger, yoongi helping you through you high and once he was sure you were okay, he pulled his fingers out licking them clean before he placed a kiss on your shoulder.

You laid there silently for a moment or two as you felt yoongi giving you a back massage while he spread paint on your back, once he was done you finally looked back at him, "not exhausted right?" You couldn't help but smile at the way yoongi cared even though you knew he needed you right now too, it was heart warming to know that for him you and your comfort always came first no matter what.

"Our quickies also have more than one round baby." You commented back trying to assure him that you were not thoroughly spent, who were you kidding there had been far more times when you and yoongi kinda did the very thing the song 69 talked about.

"I don't see a lie there." Yoongi comments back helping you to turn around and lay on your back as he came to press his lips against yours, you giggled against his lips when his fingers brushed against your tummy, you felt yoongi smile in the kiss as he positioned himself against you, you pulled his bottom lip between your teeths tugging at it as he pushed into.

You let his bottom lip go moaning along side him at the way you felt filled in that moment, a connection that felt like you were made for him, yoongi didn't felt different either he felt like you were the missing pieces of his life, the pieces that would complete the puzzle we call life and just like a puzzle fits perfectly you fit perfectly against him.

"I love you." You both whispered at the same time chuckling right after at the moment, it was so serene and peaceful you could do this for a life time, yoongi stayed buried inside you for a moment longer before he pulled out halfway and then thrusted in again, "once I am done taking you like this, i will make you bounce on my cock." Yoongi's words made you clench around him a deep moan eliciting from somewhere within your chest as yoongi pulled out and thrusted harshly inside you again.

"You like that?.. ofcourse you like it, you are a dirty girl..a slut who likes to be used by me..want me to tell you what else I will do to you?" Yoongi laughs when you clench around him even harder at the way he talks, it turns you so much, yoongi turns you on so much that you don't mind any position or any number of times he is willing to take you in.

"How about I fuck you from behind?, spank that pretty little ass of yours so good that you can't sit without thinking about me, you like that ..ngh ...fuck look at the way you are clenching around me.." you weren't able to thinking about the way yoongi was trying to tease you, you were far too gone in the pleasure to even think about anything, every thing yoongi said you wanted him to do that to you.

You knew your clenching around yoongi was making him get closer to his release too, it was make him lose his mind too and the absolute proof was the way he was twitching inside of you while he kept thrusting inside you in a harsh pace. You were sure had it not been for yoongi's before hand arrangements the canvas would have gave in by now, you were glad that yoongi was so good at planning things and paying attention to little things, it made you love him even more.

You couldn't help but stare in awe at the man who you claimed to love with all you heart, his forehead glistening with sweat as the light from the ceiling lights brightened his features, the way his deep throat grunts were edging you off and when his fingers rubbed circles against your clit you finally gave in, feeling the white blanket covering your vision again as stars danced in front of you, your release seeming to trigger even yoongi's as he came into you with one last thrust.

His body slumping on top of yours while you trying to catch your breathe, yoongi slipped from on top of you before pulling you to him, a quick peck pressed to your hairline with a i love you. It didn't end just then though, yoongi had promised you a lot more rounds after that too so that's exactly what you guys did.

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"Hey yoongi hyung!" Jungkook's calling drew yoongi out from the kitchen where he was helping you, he headed to where the maknae was, yoongi's steps flattering slightly when he saw where the youngest was standing, his eyes fixed on the same spot where jungkook was looking at, "yea?" Yoongi tried to play it cool but the way the maknae looked so focused had him feeling an itch of nervousness inside him, "you never told me that you were getting so good at painting." Jungkook's comment made the elder laugh, as his eyes jumped from jungkook to the canvas hung covering one of yoongi's living room wall, a whole series of flashback shooting through his mind at the images.

"It just slipped my mind." Yoongi mumbled out looking back to jungkook for a quick moment before his eyes wandered away to where you were inside the kitchen, an evil mischievous grin plastered on your face while you mouthed a 'Suits you.' in yoongi's direction before jin walks in to talk to you about something.

"It's kind of impressive how nice you have used the brush strokes."

Oh jungkook only if you knew.

[foxymoxynoona]

"Can I interest you in some cookies?" with a loving husband and father of two, Min Yoongi. please and thank you Foxy😌

Characters: Dad Yoongi x Reader Words: 4963 CW: references to sex, some swearing, otherwise just fluff

[Sugie]: need anything from store on my way home?

[Y/N]: onion diapers sz 4 wipes (NO scent!) kid toothpaste stwbry cucumber cheese sticks 

[Y/N]: bananas bandaids rice blueberries if on sale

[Y/N]: apple juice for kids 

[Y/N]: 8*stwbry flavor toothpaste

Yoongi reads between the lines of your disorganized list, no doubt dashed together as you whirl through the house to see what’s low or missing. You’re thinking about what to cook for dinner and seeing no onion. Size 4 diapers means Joo, who’s been leaking through the legs of her old kind since she started walking, a little on the late side but she’s really a power house now, especially when she runs headfirst into immovable objects; maybe she’s out of diapers or maybe you’ve had a day of cleaning the leaks and have made the call the toss the remaining ones. He’ll get the ‘active baby’ kind that Jungkook says work well because if it works for a kid of Jungkook’s it must work for Joo. The toothpaste will be for Kija and he disagrees they’re completely out because he’s still able to squeeze a little tiny bit but fine, he’ll give you this victory and go ahead and buy a new tube; maybe you’re hoping he’ll forget the argument that had seemed so important for some reason when you sent him the list the other day. He’s a little offended you don’t expect he’ll know the toothpaste has to be strawberry, not mint, but he’s learned his lesson that Kija will scream and cry and scrape at his mouth like it’s on fire. Three tubes of mint kids toothpaste wait in the cabinet for him to grow out of that someday.

Most of the food items are obvious but the bandaids could mean someone got hurt or that someone got into the box unsupervised. Kija is big on bandaids suddenly after two years of shrieking if you even tried to put one on and now suddenly every imagined bump needs a bandaid. 

But the rice…

[Sugie]: rice? I just bought some its in the bottom of the pantry

[Y/N]: bad storage place, got dump out all over kitchen

He sighs. 

Your typos gives him the image of you chasing children and dog through the house, texting distractedly while trying to get them corralled safely so you can make their early dinner. In the old days you texted as articulately as you spoke. He’ll cook something better for the two of you, he decides, and remembers to tell you that so you don’t just heat up extra dumplings for yourself too.

[Sugie]: i’ll cook so stay hungry

[Y/N]: k

Definitely busy. 

He makes quick work of the shopping trip, double checking he has everything on your list even though he had expected you’d only have one or two things for him because he was at the store two days ago. They don’t have strawberry kids toothpaste but hopefully watermelon will do –the bubblegum flavor he almost grabs has sparkles in it and Kija will decide that means it’s “spicy.” Yoongi is proud of himself for predicting this.

But now that he’s thinking about it, he feels bad about such a stupid argument about the toothpaste. Did it matter if you threw the tube away while there was still a squeeze or two left? You weren’t that cash-strapped right now. He didn’t know why he’d felt so strongly about his way being right. What a waste of energy, fighting with you over something stupid, when energy was already hard to come by.

So he grabs a box of cookies too, for you, the maple flavor ones that aren’t usually available outside of this time of year and sell out fast. They aren’t anything expensive, and definitely not as good as what you could bake on your own. But with two small children at home, him working full time and you still working part time as a compromise for juggling your careers and family, sometimes you have to take the shortcut to a treat. Boxed cookies instead of homemade. At least it was something.

The house is in chaos by the time Yoongi gets home and your stress level isn’t helping it. Knowing he was out busy but childless all day, you had hoped to have the kids settled, obedient, and clean when he walks through the door, to show what a good grip you have on things. He doesn’t expect it, but still you feel the need to prove that you can handle the kids all day just fine on your own and have it look tidy and have dinner on the table. The woman who does it all! After all, you’re the one who wanted to have the first kid. After all, you’re the one who suggested a second even though you had agreed on only one. Kija was too easy of a baby. He tricked you. And yes Yoongi had agreed, but when things didn’t go well, sometimes you felt like you’d tricked him too.

It is not a perfectly ordered and quiet household Yoongi walks into. You’ve made an appropriate snack for the kids to eat while waiting for Yoongi to get home with the ingredients for you to make the rest of dinner (or hopefully he will take over that part), but Joo choked on a piece of cracker and threw up a little, which scared you; Kija took advantage of your distraction to climb onto the back of the couch and throw his food onto the floor for Holy to gobble up; because Holy is there, you aren’t prepared for the puddle of pee in the hallway, which you step in as you’re dragging Joo to the nursery to clean up. When you yell at the unexpected warm puddle and jump to the side, you hit your shoulder on a picture frame, which crashes to the floor and shatters, making Joo cry. Kija and Holy come running to see what happened and you shriek at them to stay so they don’t walk through the glass, and Kija starts wailing at being shouted at.

This is what Yoongi walks into. You are on the verge of tears. One look at your husband’s surprised face is enough to nearly pitch you over the edge into your own meltdown. His lifted eyes feel like a lecture –but you should know better. He won’t lecture about something like this. Instead he scoops up Kija and takes Holy by the collar, guiding his dog son to the crate and his human son back to the TV. He returns a moment later with the broom, and you feel confident in picking your clear path the rest of the way to the nursery.

By the time you come back, Joo is clean and Yoongi is on his hands and knees cleaning up the dog pee and any small shards of glass. You suspect he’ll be out here again later tonight for one more wipe of the floor just to make sure there’s no glass left. You haven’t even said hello yet but you’re embarrassed he had to walk in and go right to problem-solving.

When he looks up at you, you start to apologize, “I’m sorry that–”

“Your leg is bleeding,” he points out. You hadn’t even noticed. The corner of the frame must have cut you on the way down.

So you settle Joo on the couch with Kija and go to clean yourself up this time. You finish around the same time Yoongi is bagging up the last of the dirty paper towels.

“Sorry about–” you start again, but this time he interrupts you with narrowed eyes, realizing, “Kids are too quiet.”

The two of you share a look and step quickly to the living room where bright flashy cartoons are lighting up an empty room. A toddler’s laugh is followed by the urgent hush of a child. And Holy is no longer in his crate.

“Kija,” Yoongi murmurs as you both follow the sound of nails scrabbling excitedly against tile –Holy, but that good pup never operates alone. You both dart to the kitchen to just stare in awe for a moment at the scene of chaos.

The grocery bags Yoongi set onto the counter have been upended. Holy has turned from the onions but the cucumbers are being shredded before your eyes. Joo has a fistfull as well that has no doubt gone through Holy’s mouth prior, but her other hand delicately holds a single cookie, still intact despite the fountain of crumbs around her. 

Kija is the cause of the waterfall, of course. He’s perched innocently on the counter, feet dangling, a box of cookies you weren’t even aware was on its way into the house ripped open like a fucking bear got to it and the cookies are mangled, pieces strewn across the counter, across Kija’s lap, and cascading down to Joo.

“Holy likes cookies,” Kija informs you and Yoongi with a crumby smile. You dart forward to knock the dog-masticated cucumber from Joo’s hand but it means she takes another bite of cookie before you can wrestle that from her too. The tantrum is instant as you pull her up, kicking and screaming, the whole bit because she’s clearly hoping her appa will insist you give the cookie back to her.

“You got into the bags,” Yoongi says, voice serious but steady. He scoops Kija off the counter, sending the cookies falling from his lap. Holy goes wild at the sound of more falling food and you’re the one to grab him, dragging him straight backwards as he scrabbles to try and stay. By the time he’s back in his crate, Yoongi has Kija and Joo both on the counter, feet in the sink as he rinses their toes and hands off. 

Only then do you recognize the smell of the maple cookies you enjoy so much; it’s almost enough to tip you truly into tears to realize Yoongi brought home your favorite cookies and not only did you not have a clean, orderly house for him to enter but now the cookies have been destroyed while he was cleaning up another mess that happened on your watch.

He’s mumbling to the kids and shaking his head; when you come over to offer to take over, he has a smile for you and finally a greeting,

“Seems like it’s been a crazy day, huh?”

“Yes,” is all you can manage as you collapse briefly against his arm, just for the comfort his his solid body. His energy immediately resets you. 

Yoongi’s home. The evening will be better now.

He lifts Joo from the sink first, settling her into your arms to hold as he towels off her toes with the dish towel, then he twists Kija.

“Ah, you were a naughty boy not helping your eomma,” he scolds Kija lightly as he works the towel. “If it’s a crazy day, it’s even more important for you to be a big brother.”

“I do help,” Kija defends. “I feed Joo! She is so hungry and I am so hungry too. It is past our dinner! And you’re late! Why did you go away all day today? It’s not the right thing to do.” He points at the digital readout on the fridge magnet to punctuate his reverse lecture, except not only can Kija not tell time, it’s not a clock, it’s an egg timer. The time right now is definitely not 02:17, that’s just how long was left when Yoongi cooked yesterday and decided the meat was ready before the timer went off and paused it so the beeping wouldn’t wake Joo up from an impromptu nap.

But now that he’s given his defense, Kija’s mouth widens out in that line Yoongi knows appears on his own face, and he gives his father a serious look, trying to gauge how in trouble he actually is.

“No one was bad,” you offer. “Just… busy. Today was a busy day.”

“It was a very busy day,” Kija agrees. He sounds like such a little man, sometimes you have to remind yourself that barely-four is still a very little kid. He watches Yoongi another second but then decides he’s not in trouble and launches into, “Eomma took us to the library for story time and it was about robots! I want to be the blue robot and Joo can be the green robot and you can be the white robot and–”

“Why are the kid books and shows all about robots?” Yoongi sighs, even though he knows that’s not totally true. 

Kija insists hotly, “There are buses and cars too! And airplanes and–”

“Don’t you like animals?” Yoongi presses. “What about mountains and the sea?”

You can’t stop yourself from snickering under your breath, “Yes I married such a nature-boy…”

“I like natural things! Didn’t I make that table and chairs for us?” He had, the very ones nestled in the corner of the kitchen where the four of you would gather to eat what was looking more and more like a dinner of takeout. With a self-aware smile, Yoongi adds, “I like nature as long as I have my computer and electricity and a fan. Then it’s ok. But robots… I want our children to appreciate the natural beauty in life.”

“I want to play with your phone,” Kija counters, a perfectly timed response, on theme even without him understanding how.

Yoongi gives you a look and laughs at his son as he sets him on the ground, “No. Go sit in silence and be alone with your thoughts.”

“I hate silence! I hate my thoughts!”

Now Yoongi is laughing; he’s never lost patiences when Kija gets mouthy, which he seems to do more now, though the obstinacy started as a toddler. He sounds like you, Yoongi had once insisted when you’d worried, but the truth is he sounds like Yoongi more often than you; you’re convinced he already has a sharp wit and a dry sense of humor, just like his dad. But he does happen to be going through a robot and race car phase, which Yoongi can’t identify with, and Kija does not seem to enjoy music in any particular way despite it being Yoongi’s life’s blood. 

But Joo does, soothed nightly by the soft melodies of lullabies her appa has composed for her. She giggles now as he leans in to kiss her toes, only to suddenly scowl and scold in her little chirpy voice, 

“No! My toes!”

Abruptly Yoongi stops and mutters playfully, “Already telling her old dad to back off…” A second later though she’s sticking her foot towards him again, trying to tempt him into more tickles expressly so she can tell him off again. She has no problem demanding what she wants, or defending what’s hers, or making it clear when she’s had enough of people and wants some quiet time. As soon as she could crawl, she was trying to break into Yoongi’s studio to get to his keyboard, where she’d jab at a few keys and then call for Appa, her desire for music developing earlier than her ability to verbally communicate it. But Yoongi understood and played for her, improvising melodies around the random keys she’d push. Just like Yoongi understood Kija’s need for praise when he’d make something cool, or more recently, for his dad to be engaged in the things he liked, even if Yoongi didn’t really care about race cars or robots. 

You were not surprised to have learned in the last four years that Yoongi is better as a father than you had ever dreamed. Not perfect. Your years of entering parenthood hadn’t been without friction and frustration. But his love for his children is always first and foremost and watching the way he listens to the children rattling off nearly incoherently about their day under his attention now warms you again. And fans the flame of your own feeling of failure.

Suddenly Yoongi stops them with a hand on each child’s head; they are confused and silenced by the odd behavior as Yoongi says to you, “Go sit and relax with them. I’ll make dinner.”

“It’s late. I didn’t even start rice–”

“I bought microwaveable,” he says –not just a compromise, but a reference to an argument you had in fact won, or at least the realities of parenting small children had. Yoongi had sworn to never have a microwave because of the “horrors” they did to food. But that was before the two of you became connoisseurs of meals that had gone cold while you tended to unfortunately timed diaper explosions, or sleepless nights of teething, of not wanting to turn the oven on to reheat the dino nuggets Kija refused at dinner but Yoongi loving himself a little more than just eating them cold like you do. 

“I wanted to have it ready when you got home,” you sigh. 

He can sense your frustration, though he doesn’t share any of your disappointment. He’s simply moved by understanding; today you were the one with the day busier than expected under the direction of small children. Other days it’s him. His fingers are light on your lower back as he nudges.

“You had the kids by yourself all day,” he shrugs. “It’s enough. Go sit and I’ll get food for everyone. And you will eat more than just cookie crumbs for dinner,” he adds, giving Joo a serious look that only makes the toddler smile. When Yoongi holds the look, eyes slowly narrowing, Joo starts to giggle. 

Yoongi, a fire-spitting underground rapper in his younger days with hard lyrics and rivalries with other artists? It’s impossible for his toddler daughter to imagine. She just performs an incredible feat of agility possibly only for toddlers and presses her foot into his mouth even though she’s still on your hip.

“Ah, kids these days…” he grumbles to make you laugh because he sounds like his own dad. You take the life raft he has offered you and go to watch cartoons with the children. They are deliciously quiet.

For better or worse, Yoongi’s arrival does not actually settle the day down, it simply gives you an extra pair of hands and a calmer mind. The kids eat next to nothing but then complain about being hungry. They cry when the TV is turned off to eat together. They cry when Yoongi won’t give them more cookies even though Kija claims they’re his favorite. Bathtime happens, to be left at that, and with obvious proof by the destruction of the bathroom. Joo has an accident before they even get a diaper onto her so technically bathtime happens again. Kija can’t find his special monkey he sleeps with –the one Yoongi brought back from the weeklong trip he took before Kija was old enough to remember and yet racked him with guilt for months– and then finds it in Holy’s crate which leads to a loud standoff between the two and then an emergency trip through the washing machine and dryer’s quick cycle, which delays bedtime but you both know it won’t happen without Raps the monkey anyway. Kija throws a fit about the different flavor of toothpaste, and the kids can’t agree on a story so it’s settled there will be two, and then there’s a fight for Yoongi’s lap until he shifts and shuffles in the rocking chair until they’re both snuggled down. 

You, the one who worked so hard to care for the children all day, are left with an empty lap on the ground, but other days these roles are reversed so you try not to be hurt by it. Instead you just admire the way Yoongi reads to the kids, so very different than your own attempts to sound like the characters. He just sounds like himself, his smooth voice gliding around the words as he tells the story of Olivia’s trip to the museum like it’s a conversation. In a way it is: every two pages Kija interrupts him to tell him something totally unrelated –a fact he learned about shrimp in a book at the library, that they saw a dog in a backpack on the train, that there were ants on the sidewalk in the park– and Yoongi’s eyebrow raise and he nods in acknowledgement of this precious fact Kija needed to share, and then he continues to story, his voice steady and slow.

Honestly, it’s putting you to sleep too. Yoongi’s way of speaking has always been soothing to you. It was one of the first things you loved about him, that no matter how worked up you were, however bad your day, he could speak about literally anything and his calming words and rhythm would rock you to a place of peace. 

It’s no surprise Joo is almost asleep when he finishes and Kija’s facts have petered out. You carry Joo to her crib and Yoongi tucks Kija into the little boy bed he’s only recently transitioned to; Yoongi and Kija built it together one afternoon from a kit as Yoongi tried to lecture Kija about the importance of building furniture with your own two hands and you tried not to giggle too loudly in the background about how cute your boys are. It took twice as long to build but afterwards Kija announce “Me and Appa are a superteam!” and Yoongi’s smile made clear he didn’t mind the delays.

You trade places, so each child gets a kiss or hair ruffle and whispered I love you from you both, and then meet at the door of the bedroom for one final glance before you shut it.

Except Yoongi has already gone down the hall, calling over his shoulder, “The pork wasn’t very good, I’lll make something else.”

“What? No, the pork was great and I ate enough.”

“Will you eat it if I make something else?”

“No,” you insist, knowing he won’t believe you. He doesn’t. He’s disappointed that he rushed the veggies and left the pork a little too long. It's not the meal he wanted you to have after an obviously tiring day with the kids. But you say again, “I don’t want anything else to eat. I just want…”

“Hm?” He freezes at the kitchen doorway, looking casually back at you as if everything in him doesn’t pause to see what you’ll say. You could say pretty much anything right now and he’d find a way to give it to you as thanks for the day focused on his work, as an apology that he wasn’t here to help, to express his regret that the dinner was not what you deserved.

“Just sit with me and watch a show. Do you have time or are you needing to go right to bed–”

“I have time for you,” he quickly assures you. “Do you want tea? Beer?”

“No, nothing.”

He brings you ice water anyways because he knows you forget to hydrate any when you’re chasing children. 

And he brings a plate, holding it out to you, the mangled remains of the maple cookies displayed.

“Can I interest you in some cookies?” he asked. 

The laughter bubbles out of you, followed by tears he predicted. He sets the water and plate of cookies on the table –with a stern “No” to Holy whose head lifts curiously from his bed by the TV. Then Yoongi bundles you into his arms, and stretches out into the corner of the couch and lifts the remote, silent and casual in his comfort of your minor breakdown. As soon as the show is selected –the next episode of something you two have been gradually making your way through, slowly since you each tend to fall asleep– he wraps both arms around you.

“Seems like it was a long day,” he says, hand stroking gently down your back. You nod under his chin. 

“Sorry,” you mumble. “I wanted to make it look easy and have everything nice when you came home after working all day–”

“Cut it with that bullshit,” he snorts. “I know it’s not easy. I just feel bad I was away all day–”

“You shouldn’t feel bad about it. It’s good! You deserve to go and it’s for your career… I know you keep passing on things to be at home.”

He shrugs again, voice low as he points out, “So do you.”

“Yeah, well…” It’s true. It’s true for both of you, and maybe, you consider, Yoongi feels that same blend of relief and regret that you do when you leave the house. The same blend you feel when you come home too. “It’s hard to want to be two places at once,” you sigh.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “So we’re doing the best we can, I think.”

You nod. It’s true. The rest of the world makes it look so easy, like as soon as you have children your interests become singular, your patience and energy unlimited, your bond with your partner unshakeable. The last four years have tested all of those things –and yet you don’t regret it, not really, even after a day like today.

“I don’t regret any of this,” he says, as if he’s read your mind. “Except the dinner.”

“I thought it was good.”

“That’s because you’ll eat cold dino-nuggets. Your taste has always been terrible.”

“Yoongi!” you cry, laughter lacing his name on your lips. “I chose you, didn’t I?”

“Proving my point.”

“No, disproving it. You made very good little kids, even if they were little stinkers today.”

“I didn’t make those, you made them. I just gave you some of the materials. Maybe I’ll give you some more materials tonight.”

It earns a giggle against his chest. You both know you’ll fall asleep too quickly to get that far, even if you try to rally right now. You also know the materials won’t be true; a small procedure months ago has made sure that Kija and Joo will be the only two offspring for Min Yoongi. Two felt right to you both. Two felt like the maximum. Sometimes two felt like too much but you pushed through those moments, and once the glass and pee and cookie crumbs were cleaned up, two felt right again. 

“What, you don’t think I can?”

“I’m not sure I’ll be awake for it,” you admit.

“Ah, it’s like that, huh? I’ve lost my touch.”

“Your touch is good, my energy meter is just low.”

“Have some cookies, maybe the sugar will help you rally.”

“Why… wait, you really want to? Tonight?”

“I don’t know… you were so busy all day, I won’t bother you…”

“It’s not a bother, I just figured you were working all day…” You’re flattered now by the sudden bashfulness as he refuses to meet your eye when you push up against his chest. How many years have you been together now? And he still gets shy sometimes. You adore him, there’s no need to be shy, but it’s a core part of him and you treasure it, just as much as you melt at the times he is very much not shy about his wants.

So you reach over and grab a handful of cookies from the plate. They crumble in your hand, but still you sit up to eat the remains. It helps that he looks horrified by the crumbs escaping your cupped palm. You can’t stop giggling. He starts laughing too as Holy comes over to inspect this windfall.

“I just wanted to bring you your favorite cookies,” he sighs.

“I just wanted the house to be nice for you,” you point out. “Anyway, I’m still eating the cookies.”

“In crumbs.”

“They still taste good.”

“I’m so glad you have bad taste,” he sighs. You hold out a hand and he opens his mouth but doesn’t seem to expect you’ll actually dump some small pieces into it. Now he’s laughing and you’re both missing the show but you don’t care. He slings his arm around your shoulder and pulls you close. 

“I’m so glad I had good taste when it mattered,” you argue, poking his side. 

You don’t have to see it to feel his gummy grin as he says, “Come on, I’m not that great–”

“I mean about this flavor of cookies, they’re really good.”

“You brat.”

The giggles are the final balm you needed, and maybe for him too. He seems happy when he drags you back in his arms and he doesn’t have to say it for you to know he’s glad to be home, and glad to be here with you. Even when it’s hard, you’re happy together. Even when your dinners aren’t perfect and your cookies get crumbled. Even when you both are interested at the suggestion of sex but then fail to make it to the end of the episode despite your best intentions.

It’s ok. There will be many more nights. You’re both learning, like how he should have just taken you right to the bedroom instead of watching the episode. But maybe the snuggles on the couch were all you each wanted or needed anyway. 

It’s ok. You still feel Yoongi’s love because in the morning he takes the kids and lets you sleep, and pulls the blanket back over you before he leaves the bed, and that really is love. And because of that, tonight you will make sure you have energy. 

Probably. Maybe. Hopefully.

It’s ok. Waking up to the sound of your husband's low chuckles and the high giggles of your children is worth it all. And unlike that business about the toothpaste, Yoongi couldn’t agree with you more.

[namjoonchronicles]

the specialist | master page

↳ pairing yoongi, you

↳ genre romance, pretend lovers, angst, eventual smut, office-factory setting

↳ summary when they say opposites attract, it only applies on two magnets with different poles. ever since you’ve met yoongi, your world had known little peace. all you ever wanted was to have a career and yoongi certainly have not made that easy, even if you’re his superior. he’s a machine specialist with a cockiness of a degree holder (of which he had none) and would ridicule you (a degree holder) at every chance he gets. until a certain incident at work might cost yoongi his occupation and you should be happy... but it didn’t feel right

↳ warnings indicated in each chapters

↳ compressed links one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten  ongoing

↳ chapters with summary

one | meet, the cocky machine specialist | 2.978 words

if you were to describe a man you would fall for, Yoongi will not be in the list for myriad of reason-- his rude behavior, know-it-all and his many tattoos could easily scratch himself off. for some reason he had always something to say that would tick you off. it is easy to deny someone you openly hate, but what if, just what if...

two | kim taehyung’s orchestrated chaos | 4.399k words

the mere existence of a certain kim taehyung had fueled fire in the production department by whistleblowing a mix-up event, costing millions in plausible damage. kim seokjin, the production department leader is now pressed to solve the issue and the manager is demanding names and answers. you were appointed to lead the investigation and write-up a report. upon understanding the backgrounds of the mix-up, you learned a familiar name was responsible for it, take it a guess? but as you are learning to hate him, you know that you would need him, personally-- more than you care to admit, for your car

three | the cunning arrangement | 5.196k words

while waiting for your car to be out the workshop, you stayed with yoongi for rides to work. while you seemed okay with the arrangements, the same couldn’t be said for yoongi. while spending forced times together, you and yoongi more about each other. you revisited the times yoongi was your supervisor during your intern days and revealed something that would stir something in yoongi. at the same time, the investigation and errata forms had come into conclusion: someone’s about to be fired

four | looming attraction and caste | 2.990k words

being incredibly indebt with yoongi, you tried to help him at work. but as you got closer to him, understanding his way of doing things, the more he feels burdened because you are his boss, you’re so out of his league. but all you see was potential. potential for him to be more than just a specialist; since he was always fighting with engineers, maybe he should be one. he could. you learn that executing things during covid can be draining as hell. education gaps, widened. a call from your mother had you lying about a relationship you didn’t have, to purchase a house you can’t have (yet) unless a condition is fulfilled

five | ambitious one | 5.215k words

how would you convince yoongi to go on with this arrangements when he clearly said he want none of the shenanigans with you? you decided to do things the traditional way, to court him, take him on a date. when on the date, you revealed your (presumed) intention to court him but he vaguely answered stating that dating his superior wouldn’t look right. so he plays hard to get. and you can’t really say you hate a good challenge

six | the trouble with yoongi | 6.829k words

delving deeper into yoongi’s life outside the factory, yoongi prepares for the date only to be deterred by an accident on the weekend job. having to spend the day mostly in the hospital for an injured colleague, the time for the date was reduced so pressed for time, yoongi takes you out on his favourite restaurant where you accidentally bumped into your pregnant cousin, lisa and her husband. you also learned a lot about yoongi’s family and his personal motivation. then it rains, yoongi was drenched and in your house

seven | slow cinnamon summer, your spell is pulling me under | 8.812k words

yoongi had stayed over one night in  your bed, in your house. the morning after felt like a small snippet of a slice-of-life romance of a healthy relationship only in reality; it wasn’t. taehyung had return to make your life a nightmare and it didn’t come unnoticed by yoongi and seokjin. a standard operating procedure had you and yoongi your first couple’s quarrel at work. yoongi’s stubborness and your steadfast abiding personality clashes at once. taehyung adds more gasoline into the spark after he revealed he knew yoongi was enrolling into engineering program that you signed him in without him knowing-- which he (and some others) didn’t take well

eight | purple bruises and blue pills | 12.187k words

seeking refuge in your safehouse all bruised and sore from being ganged-up against, yoongi spends another night, treated by you. he reveals that he had been tormented for wanting to be in the engineering program and told you that it was why he was so against it at first. realizing that your actions had caused yoongi a significant pain, you were determined to find the culprits. but yoongi decided against your wishes, citing that it would be too dangerous as it would reveal the relationship you both have. approving yoongi’s sick leave, you told him to stay in your house as he heals. that way he could attend online classes and have his study time, undistracted. yoongi already knew who did those things to him, he arranges a quick revenge with a help from a friend. yoongi reveals his side job before leaving to your family’s manor where sizzling things happen

nine | drafted

ten | tba

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[alphabetboyluvr]

HUSH | MYG - SERIES MASTERLIST

pairing: rockstar!yoongi x female reader | mutual disdain - lovers (but also strangers - lovers? kinda?)

Welcome to Hush. We're the dating app that brings it all back; Y2K style. Forget catfishes, filters, and facetune - It's all about 'ASL?', character limits, and screaming into your pillow at 4am, after finaaaaally sending that goodnight text to your crush. Hush is the place to share your secrets. You're anonymous until you choose not to be - so what are you waiting for?! Go forth and multiply, Hush hottie! And by multiply, we mean your Hush crushes, of course! Hush users that match your preferences will automatically be added to your very own Secret Circle. We do the hard work for you (you're welcome), but it's up to you to turn your Hush crush into a secret worth keeping. Our lips are sealed, so yours don't have to be.

genre / tropes: okay, where to start with this one lmao, sexting! and i mean... a lot of sexting (so much sexting oc will probably get early-onset arthritis in her thumbs), yoongi is a dick, he also hates nepotism, and in turn, you. oh yeah, you're jin's sister, you work with the band on tour. jin, yoongi, tae, jk and joon are in The Scouts aka the hottest band since sliced bread. jimin is their tour manager, hobi works up in the head office (he's sleazy and i love him). slight love triangle, one-near-footjob (and counting!), eventual smut, a little angst, dating app that is exclusively for celebrities / people in the public eye, one incredibly inconvenient pairing, yoongi calls the oc clementine / clemmie and it's cuter than it sounds, idk how else to explain this, mistaken identity i guess? although not really? look, just read it lol. smut warnings will be on chapters individually!!

wordcount: x (will be somewhere between 80-120k)

soundtrack: x

start date: 2023.08.31 (originally posted early 2022)

minors dni // originally posted to wattpad

NOTE FROM HOLLY // hush is uploaded to wattpad in shorter chapters that i then combine for updates on tumblr (as are most of my fics!!)

CONTEXT // pls read these before the story

THE SCOUTS - meet the band HUSH - meet the app

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[taekookielove0130]

Slowly, Unintentionally.

Part 1

Pairing: Idol!Min Yoongi x Nerd!Reader

Summary:

          Y/N and Yoongi are two individuals in completely different worlds who collide due to an arranged marriage. What happens when there’s somebody else living with them too?

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To anyone who cares,

I've been working on this story for some time. It was intended to be a one-shot but it turned out to be quite long. Somewhere along the way I lost motivation and started thinking this wasn't going to be good. So I posted the first part hoping to find motivation again.

And if you haven't noticed yet, I'm taking requests for any fanfiction {long-length, short-length One-shots, POVs}.

And to all the loyal readers I've got, Thanks a lott for reading. I absolutely love you guys. Could you please tell me what you think about it too?

You can also 'ask me anything" or "submit a post" on my blog! Happy reading!

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It wasn't a conventional type of marriage that you had. You and Yoongi weren't even supposed to marry. He was a celebrity, an idol. While you were the oblivious nerd at school.

You never cared for the crowd or the music. All you knew was that good knowledge would take you anywhere. You were told from a very young age that education was your only constant in life and that you should work hard.

Work hard, you did. You spent days researching and nights revising. You topped your school and entered a university of your choice. Getting a degree was a piece of cake for you, and you topped your university too. Passing with flying colors, you had no difficulty finding a job.

When all others were out partying, you were busy working for your future. And it wasn't that easy being a nerd either. People teased you all the time. Told you that you weren't enough. Pointed out endless times that you were ugly and that no guy would ever like you.

You had no friends and barely left your house unless you had to go to the library or the nearest convenience store. And every night when you cried yourself to sleep, the only thing that ever brought you comfort was the hope that you will someday find someone who will look at you the way your dad does at your mom. With stars in his eyes and love in his gaze.

Your parents are the loving type. They had a love marriage. Being high-school sweethearts, theirs was a love story you would never tire of hearing. Every time you went to your grandma's, you were always asking her to retell the story.

They not only loved each other but also loved you immensely. Being the only daughter, you were their whole world. But sometimes, you thought it would have been better if you were an orphan. Every time you looked at your parents' faces you thought they deserved a better daughter. Those times, you couldn't keep the tears at bay. You would close yourself up in the restroom and cry your heart out.

Oh, you also had social anxiety. The moment you step out into a public space, your head starts spinning. You feel dizziness as your body starts sweating and your hands start shaking. You feel like everyone's eyes are on you, and the walls are caving in.

So, the day you were told that your marriage was arranged to an idol, you weren't sad. You were devastated. When you asked your dad, he explained to you that Yoongi's uncle was a dear friend of his and that he was worried about his sister's son. He was arranging a quick engagement ceremony this weekend, and the week after that, you were getting married to a man you barely knew.

You ran to your ma and cried your heart out in her lap while she lovingly caressed your face and whispered sweet nothings in your ear until you calmed down.

When you met her eyes, she gave you a gentle smile and said,

"Don't worry too much, Y/N. You don't know much about Yoongi. You might want to get to know him better, and since your marriage is just 2 weeks away, you'll have to do that after the marriage.

I know that this is a lot to take in, but I promise that once you settle in, it's going to be a lot easier. Besides, Yoongi isn't too bad. You can expect love in this marriage, but I must warn you not to raise your expectations too high..."

And so, the only two times you saw your husband before marriage was once when he came to meet your dad and you were going to work. The other time was at your engagement party when you were supposed to stand with him the whole night, and honestly, he treated you well.

He behaved like a gentleman. But what worried you was the lack of conversation between you and your soon-to-be husband. He barely spoke a word to you except for the occasional compulsory questions due to the company you had.

The chemistry between you two was not too difficult to notice. The tension was palpable, and the heat was discernible in his eyes. But you spoke no words.

You got married, and it was like no dream you ever had. It was a private ceremony with just your family and close friends, considering your health issue.

It was comforting when your dad held your hand tight. Before you even knew it, you had reached the end of the aisle where Yoongi stood, facing you. He donned one of the many extravagant black suit he possessed and looked like a model.

Not to get you wrong, you did know he had good looks but man... was he damn hot!

Clearing your mind of the thought, You turned to face your dad as he said,

"Y/N, these 24 years passed in the blink of an eye. It feels like your mother showed me her test  and excitedly gushed about having a baby and today..." he paused, clearing his throat. He then lifted his hand and surprised you by wiping the tears streaming down your face.

Jeez! I didn't even notice I was crying. Thanks dad.

"Today, my baby is getting married. I know I asked too much of you by this marriage, but trust me. You couldn't have found a better match. Just... Have patience and remember, Everything heals with time..." you nodded and he took a deep breath, caressed your head and leaned down to softly peck your forehead. Inhaling softly, you turned to look at your soon-to-be-husband. Your father walked closer to him and said, 

"Take good care of her, my man."

Yoongi muttered a soft "I will."

and bowed his head slightly. Shaking, you placed your hand in his, and he surprised you by holding your hand tight. He turned to face the wedding officiator and you followed him. The officiator was a stout-looking man who wore half-rimmed spectacles and a gentle smile on his face. He eyed the crowed and stated,

"We are gathered today to celebrate the union of Lee Y/N and Min Yoongi. We are all here to support this commitment of love and to share the joy of Y/N and Yoongi as they choose to spend their lives together. On their behalf, I thank you all for your presence here today. Before we start the ceremony, is there any soul present here that objects this union?"

He looked around and after a few seconds, turned to look at you and Yoongi.

 "Do you, Min Yoongi, take Lee Y/N to be your wife? Will you love her, comfort and keep her and, forsaking all others remain true to her as long as you both shall live?"

Yoongi turned slightly and looked at you right in the eyes as he boldly said, "I do." 

"And Do you, Lee Y/N , take Min Yoongi to be your husband? Will you love him, comfort and keep him and, forsaking all others remain true to him as long as you both shall live? "

You felt Yoongi squeeze your hands and you looked up, catching a glimpse of emotion before his dark orbs before he masked it again. You gave him a soft smile and said, 

"I do. "

You exchanged your rings and with both your hands gently clasped by his you both said in harmony, "With this ring, I thee wed, and all my worldly goods I thee endow. In sickness and in health, in poverty or in wealth, till death do us part."

"Then, I now pronounce you man and wife."

It was a wish of yours to have a spring wedding and it did come true that day but little did you know that all your other dreams of a marriage of love were about to be shattered the very night

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You left the place with your husband, but he excused himself. When you asked him why, he replied with an emotionless expression that you had never seen on his face before that he had an urgent meeting to go to.

Frowning, you tried not to dwell on what could be so important that he had to leave on his wedding night when the driver announced your arrival. Stepping down from the car, you tugged your long dress down and thanked the driver before he took his leave. Your things had already been moved to his apartment, which was now yours.

Traditionally, you were supposed to be carried inside the house in your husband's arms.

Shrugging your shoulders, you told yourself, "Well, this is the reality now. You have to accept it, Y/N."

You entered the house and sighed to yourself, deciding that it was time to change your clothes. A warm shower and a clean, comfy change of clothes later, you decided to sleep for a while. You were awoken by the ringing of the doorbell.

"Coming."

You shouted and ran to the entrance to open the door. You were met with the cold, empty expression on your husband's face, and a strong breeze of air that told you he had been drinking.

"Have you been drinking?" You asked.

Ignoring you, he stepped inside and made his way to your bedroom. Feeling low about the way he was treating you already, you followed him. You saw him tug at his tie before moving to the walk-in closet. 

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Yoongi's POV

I left the ceremony as soon as possible to escape the suffocating feeling the place was giving me. I reached the hotel and went straight to the room that was my company for countless nights by now. Ordering a drink became two and didn't stop until I couldn't feel the pain anymore.

Her absence became a dull void instead of the gaping wound it had been throughout the day. Without conscious thought, I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I was no longer tipsy, and it was midnight. I could think now and I remembered I had a wife waiting for me at our house.

Deciding to go home, I checked out and called my driver. Reaching home, I rang the doorbell twice and was greeted by her in a soft grey hoodie. Y/N's angelic voice reached my ears, and I was once again reminded of her. Doing my best to ignore her, I headed straight to my room and opened the closet to get a fresh change of clothes before heading to the shower.

The sight of her clothes arranged together with mine enraged me. It reopened the wound in my heart, and I could feel the dull ache grow and develop into a pounding pain.

Turning, I located her sitting on our bed and met her hazel-brown eyes. Looking back, I knew that I would regret what I do now but decided to do it anyway.

Collecting her clothes and snatching the hangers from my wardrobe, I walked across the room to place them in her hands and said, "The guest bedroom is across the hallway. You may ask the maid to show you to it. "

I was about to move away when I felt a small fist wrap around mine. Turning back, I saw her standing and looking up. I could see her eyes glossed up as she asked, "Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?"

Frowning, I stared into her eyes, trying to figure out why she thought so. Unable to understand the emotion in her eyes except for the guilt, I sighed.

"No, you didn't. But I'm not up for conversation right now, so just leave me be, we can talk tomorrow."

I felt her remove her grip, but she softly asked again, "Were you drinking and driving?"

Looking at her soft features highlighted by the moonlight streaming into the room, and seeing her eyes so concerned for me, I could feel the walls I had built around myself all these years start to break down.

"Why do you care so much?" I asked softly, and she simply said, "Because you're my husband now."

Her reply reopened the deep wound as I was once again harshly reminded of the fact that this is Y/N and not Her. I realized nobody would ever care so much about me except when they wanted something in return.

Frustrated, I pulled Y/N in by holding her wrist and caged her in between my arms and the wall. Looking into her eyes, I was met with confusion and slight fear as I told her, "Then don't. Please don't care for me just because you have to..." 

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Y/N's POV:

I am shocked by his answer, and before I can even think to come up with a coherent answer, he leveled his head with mine and said, "You have come into my life now. But that's it."

I am frozen in my spot as I can feel him move his mouth to my ears as he whispered,

"If you can't get into my bed, you sure as hell can never get into my heart."

I stay in place as he pulls away, smirks at me, and then goes into the bathroom. I somehow come out of my shaken state and leave the room with tears streaming down my face. I could feel the maids staring at me, but I couldn't find it in me to care.

To be continued..

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[kk-k-kk]

GODLESS (teaser)

18+

trigger warnings: narcotics, abusive language, gore, harassment, fights, weapons, sex.

Summary: The thriving streets with booming businesses have come to a stand still. Curfews and police raids every few hours to seize any whiff of narcotics terrorised every person, regardless of involvement. The Upper Side lies unfaltering in their picket fences. In this induced borderline dystopia, in your cardboard box apartment you have found a strange joy in watching the actions of a tangerine-stealing thug.

Pairing: min yoongi x f!reader

what to expect? thug!yoongi, unemployed!reader, accomplice!rest of bangtan, warnings with the main story.

a/n: this is so fun

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soon ;)

[yoonjinsgirl]

Heyaaaa guys!!! I'm here with part-5 to my series.

checkout series previous chapters: 1💌 2💌 3💌 & 4💌 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yoongi x fem!Reader

Summary: you wake up one day only to realize it's 2026 already & to your biggest shock you are not in your bedroom, not in your house! You try to wake yourself up from the dream! But is it really a dream or the truth of your life?

Genre: idol au, mirror world au, fluff, suggestive.

Taglist: Open

Updates: after every 4 days.

Warnings: An au concept, not something that could make sense irl, it could be dangerously delulu. please note all my writings are fictional and has nothing irl to do with any idol/person.

A/N: this fic also feature hobi and his girl "I'm naming hobi's girl as my hobii biased bestie*. We obviously do have bangtan featuring and also a cameo of jihoon aka woozi 💜

Request are open & also highly welcomed and appreciated! Check my work until now: Masterlist💌 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡^·ᴗ·^♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I've imagined this all night and every day!💕

Part - 5

Everything was fine until one evening you receive woozi's call and you feel your whole world falling apart by just looking at the screen buzzing, but it wasn't like you had any choice other than receiving the call, and so you anyways receive the call.

"Hello y/nsii I've a great news for you, you can finally go back to your world! Thank you so much for cooperating with our situation, I'm so sorry for the trouble you had to go through because of our team!", Woozi said happily as he was happy for keeping his promise. But you weren't really happy with the news you just got! A whole minute went away in silence that's when woozi again speaks, "Hello! HELLO Y/NSII! are you on line?"

"Ye Ye sorry woozi i wasn't really expecting you to call this soon, I'm just trying to process your words" you tell him not really knowing how you are supposed to feel.

"Ahhh ne ne i can understand your point you must be so happy to return! And guess what you're going tonight itself isn't it great! So as i had told you as soon you both will teleport to your own world everything will return back to its original form! And no one would be able to remember you or any memories related to you! So get tension free nothing will go wrong, once you return to your original places" woozi said explaining you. But were you even ready to leave this world! Were you ever ready to leave yoongi? It was all your fault you think you were never allowed to fall in love with yoongi from this world or your own world, your love was forbidden.

You feel your eyes filling up with tears but you continue the conversation, "and what about me? Will i be able to remember anything?" You asked woozi. "No y/nsii that seems almost impossible and totally rare, only in 0.1% of cases people can remember so i don't think you will remember anything so relax, also just like you were teleported here while you were asleep the same you will return your own world so don't worry you'll have to do nothing!" You think how weird this is that you want to remember your time here, for what though only to feel deeply pained remembering how you could never be his! How you could never become yoongi's girl, his love! But afterall it was for your own good if you don't remember anything because your life without him being actually around you will genuinely make it hard for you to live! Everything will be hard without having yoongi next to you!

"Ahh really! Th..thank you woozisii! You really helped me alot! And it was nice knowing you!!!" You tell him genuinely because no matter what, he was nothing but the kindest to you, and as he had promised he is here calling you to inform you about your safe returning. The pain and hurt you were feeling was all by your own cause and he definitely doesn't needs to know how you feel for yoongi because that would just add guilt to him.

Suddenly you feel another guilt tripping down on you as you think about your bestfriend being with hobi, you think how selfish you can get, that you didn't even gave a thought what about her? What about their relationship? You didn't wanted their relations to wreck because of something stupid going on!

"And one last thing that i wanted to ask you woozisii, what about my bestfriend will her relationship with hobii too will get affected? Do you know anything about her?", you ask him hoping atleast her happiness won't get affected.

"No no don't worry, I've come to know hoseok hyung was already seeing someone and turns out it was your friend! So don't worry their relationship won't be affected", woozi replied.

"Ahhhh thank god i would seriously never forgive myself if anything would have gone wrong with them because of me!Again thank you so-so much for everything! For always being patient and answering all my problems!" You say as you were really grateful for him being so patient with you, as you always bombarded him with so many questions but he was very patient and gentle with you. You lowkey smiled thinking he indeed was one of your favorite artists from one of the groups that you respected and you were lucky to have interaction with him, no matter if he was from another world, still you were very thankful.

"Aishhh aniyaa that's not a big deal, afterall i was somewhere responsible for you landing into this trouble! So I'm really glad to hear that i could help you with whatever you asked! Also y/nsii i know you like hyung so I'm really sorry! I know whatever is happening is cruel but please take care, i truly wish you the best and wish for your happiness!".

At this point you felt your tears rolling down free as you heard him saying how he knew you were caught up in feelings but you still decided to play it cool. "Thank you for always looking up for me woozi, also I'm fine so don't worry! Also i wish the same for you and for BTS here, I truly wish happiness and well-being for you all.

"You are really brave y/n, fighting, take care" you chuckle at his statement for calling you brave which you certainly were not but he didn't needed to know, "Fighting Woozisii! FIGHTING BTS!", and the call ends.

As soon as the phone ends your mind goes blank as you fall down tearing up, you certainly weren't expecting all this to happen this early! You thanked god that yoongi wasn't home to see you in such a state. You somewhere hated yourself for literally being selfish because surely this was the stupid realm thing and not yoongi's actual feelings for you! So you yourself were the reason for your hurting, you should've kept, hold on emotions! On your mind and heart.

Tears continuously streaming down your eyes as you remember all the times you spend with yoongi, the hugs and the kisses you shared with him, all the beautiful moments you shared with bangtan. Why did this all had to end? But you were being unreasonable you thought, while wiping your own tears as you looked at the clock and realizing yoongi must be home in few hours now, and he doesn't deserves to see you like this, you didn't wanted your last day with him to be a crying mess and what reason you'll give him afterall if he sees you in this state? So, You get up getting hold on your emotions and got freshen up and set up the bathtub for him to take shower after he comes home and arranged his clothes for him.

All these days it became your habit to look for him as he would look for you. You had made your mind no matter what you won't spoil the few hours you've left with him and will do nothing to spoil his mood. As you were thinking door bell suddenly rings and you know who it could be so you run towards the door opening it to meet an exhausted looking yoongi.

As soon as his eyes meets with yours he instantly pulled you in for a hug, snuggling his face into your neck as he wraps his hands around your sides, your heart beating loud as he snuggles more into you leaving no space between you two, you feel butterflies everytime you are close to him, meanwhile his scent calming you down.

"i missed you y/n"

"huhh"

"i said i missed you kitten" he speaks again as he breaks the hug and lifting you in his arms. "I missed you too! I love you so muchhh!" you reply him, wrapping your hands around his neck, not protesting anymore as he lifts you, because this is the last time you will experience this feeling of being loved and pampered by yoongi.

"You know y/n i love my work..my music so much, and i still do, i always will but today i felt like i was missing out something inside me and i knew it was you, so i couldn't help but complete my work quickly so i could come back home to you!" He said as he brought you to the bedroom gently placing you on the bed and kneeling down at your level and holding your hands as he continued, "you know y/n i never felt like this before, home was never like this, before it was a place to rest and have me time, now it's not a mere place it's my comfort zone! My safe zone! My love zone! Where i know my love lives, always waiting for me! Thank you so much for coming into my life bby! I promise you will never regret being with me, I'll always treat you like my queen kitten" he said as he kissed your knuckles, looking into your eyes, you feel yourself almost tearing up with all the love you were feeling, there was no doubt yoongi always made sure you felt loved, you always got his attention, his affection and his care, not a single moment where he made you uncomfortable with anything, always making you laugh and smile. He was someone with whom even sitting in silence felt comfortable.

You too knell down holding his hands as you leaned in holding his t-shirt's collar and pulling him close to kiss him as he responded back immediately smiling against your lips, pulling you close to him by holding his hands around your waist to deepen the kiss. Both only pulling out as none of you breathe anymore.

"Yoon"

"Hmnn"

"I think you should get freshen up, you must be tired"

"I'm never tired for you love"

You immediately give a quick kiss on his cheek, "i know but you do need to relax yourself yoongles, I've already set up bathtub for you to get freshen up"

He placed a kiss on your cheeks as he said, "Aren't you a perfect wife material, I just know i want to get married with you y/n! I don't want to stay away from you anymore!"

"Yoongi i..i..I'm all yours!" You say as you tear up, as he slides a beautiful ring that he has always been wearing in one of his fingers. As you cry your heart out hugging him like koala at this point, this had to be your worst dream because why were you supposed to return today itself? Why was this all happening to you! Why did you had to go through all this pain of leaving him? why was god giving you this moment to just take away your everything, you felt so guilty for ruining everything, you almost felt like betraying yoongi but what could you do anyways!!??!!

"Yoons i love you so much! I wonder what did i ever do to deserve you.. your love! i wouldn't even hesitate to get married to you right away! If.." before you could say anything any further yoongi put his fingers on your lips as he says,"Shushhhh say nothing my love! I know you are overwhelmed by my sudden confession yet I'm so happy to have you with me! To have this moment with you right now, to have you in my arms right now!". As he held you and made you sit on the bed again sitting next to you, whipping your tears, as he continued, "y/niee don't cry my love! I know i always say people should cry out whenever they feel like crying but don't cry love, I'm going no-where! I wanted to assure you that this isn't your dream anymore it's our reality! Not hurrying up, we while get married soon but at our own pace! So don't overwork your emotions or feel pressured hmnn". You nodded in response as he again gave you a quick peck, "bby relax and take a quick nap as i take shower, you know taking nap can solve 99% of our problems" you laughed slightly at his cuteness,

"Yooniee you're surely the most adorablest encyclopedia of useless knowledge which i love so muchhh",

"yahhh y/niee I'm offended by that" he said pouting slightly making you laugh even more "aigooooo yoonieee! Now go and get freshen up" you push him playfully as he laughs too and goes in.

As you look towards the silver band he just made you wear, you wonder what does destiny even want to happen with you and why is destiny playing cheap games with you! And from like billions of people around, why is yoongi getting caught up in this sh!t he doesn't deserves to get played, man is literally the softest soul you've ever came across. This has to be the worst thing happening to you both because none of you deserve this all, for minutes you feel you should tell him the truth and break the spell but then you think what if actually his life is put into danger, that would be even worse, Fuck my life you think as you heat the food you had prepared for him and set the dishes on dinning table. Soon yoongi joins you and helps you to serve for both of you and you eat your dinner and clean the dishes together. Surely yoongi's way of showing his love included so many things and surprisingly lots of clinging all in good way but it was alot about his act of service.

In no time it was time for you both to sleep, no matter how hard you tried to act cool to yourself, acting as if you were strong enough but deep down you were not prepared for whatever was coming next! Definitely not prepared to leave yoongi! Not prepared to open your eyes to a world where you wouldn't woke up next to him! Your thoughts were interrupted as yoongi laid next to you, holding your hand and kissing your hand where he had placed his silver band on your fingers! You felt so much love at the moment and wished the time to stay still and to stop at the moment, in no way you were ready to leave him but you also didn't wanted to cause any trouble creating any harm to him! Not wanting to face anything you quickly hide yourself into his arms hugging him tight then ever and snuggling close to him. And yoongi holding you tightly as you feel safe and secure in his arms as he pampered you to sleep, no matter how hard you tried not to fall asleep thinking maybe that could save you from not returning back, but after your various attempts you soon fall asleep feeling comforted by yoongi's warm hug and his relaxing scent.

The next day you know you wake up with your head heavy, eyes hurting as if you had cried yourself to sleep, but as your eyes fall to the clock hanging on your bedroom's wall you realize you've overslept and now you're late for your work, so you quickly hurry to get shower as you feel a little bit dizzy as you get a quick vision of yoongi carrying you to bathroom as you shyly blush, jerking your thoughts away thinking what kind of delusional person you are literally to visualize the literal impossible and daydreaming about your bias literally when you were late to work.

You hurry up with your morning routine and somehow manage to reach your work by just time. You keep feeling dizzy throughout your day and you keep shrugging it off as you think it must be just your usual bp fluctuation or your irregular sleep. What amazes you is how you could not stop thinking about your bias the whole day! Not like it's anything new but you were being too much! You knew you missed him as he was inactive on his sns accounts after his world tour had ended and his enlistment notice was made public, so you understood how he must be spending his time resting and enjoying his time with his family, friends and his members who were more likely his brother's but his absence made you really anxious. But you lowkey kept reassuring yourself that everything was going to be okay!

Everything was going just fine and normal until somebody at your work pointed at the ring you were wearing, but last time you remembered you kept looking for a ring similar to the one you were wearing right now but you couldn't really find one! It was exactly similar to the one your bias, your crush, your most favorite person on the planet, your only desired man 'Min Yoongi'! It was him who was wearing this one time in one of his photos and you had absolutely fallen in love with it and since then you always wanted to buy yourself a ring similar to it but you couldn't find any! So what and how is the ring in your finger now? No matter how hard you'd try you couldn't remember buying it. So how the heck were you wearing one! Looking at your facial expression your colleague immediately changed the topic saying maybe you should pack up and leave for home as it was almost 6.pm, thinking you were just stressed too much to work that you needed rest! And nodded in agreement and soon wrapp up all your work as you leave your workplace still thinking about the ring.

So as soon you reached home, you immediately rushed into your bedroom looked for anything that could tell you how you got this ring. Your mom came looking for you only to see you rumbling around your room so you told her everything and your mom assured you maybe you had bought it but you must have forgotten and maybe you should just rest, taking nap after all you know can solve 99% of our problems. Listening to your mom speak you felt dizzy again, for some reason you could literally hear yoongi saying something similar in your head. You hit your head lightly thinking what the fuck is wrong with you today as you walk towards your bathroom to get freshen up.

Little did you know this wasn't just your mind playing games with you or your delusional mind day dreaming too much but it was just your mind playing your some of your foggy memories that you had unfortunately almost forgotten, most likely the memories that were lost.

To be continued...

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I hope guys enjoyed reading this one! I do know we all are here for yoongi and this one definitely had a lot of readers pov, if you want you can skip it ig! I hope you all will look forward to upcoming parts! So stay tuned!

Also guys I'm really sorry!🥲 I know it takes me little too long to post but trust me my laptop is in repair for few days and making corrections in my written draft takes my most of time, and it's not like i have already written all my parts, i write them in real time so it takes a little long especially writting them on my phone takes even more long, so i hope you can bear with me. Thank you for being patient with me y'all!.♡

Also guys i don't think this could be a called mini series anymore lmao, as I'm sure it will take atleast 2 or more chapters to complete the whole thing, so I'll be editing and updating my masterlist by today.

Also I'm thinking, about naming parts for this series! What are you opinions please let me know.

As I always say, REQUEST ARE OPEN!!!💌

Categories I write for are: imagines/reaction, scenarios, thoughts, text post, drabbles and timestamps.♡

So if you've requests please go on and submit it! I'll be happy to write one. Also your feedbacks are highly welcomed and appreciated.💜

[cutest-bunny-writings]

Pull On My Heart Strings

Genre: angst, fluff, ✨ cliche romance(ish) ✨

Rating: 13+

Warning: social anxiety, self-doubt, getting disowned, much romantic cliches about falling in laps, crying, pepper spray is mentioned, a disappointing phone call,

Note: I don't remember writing a lot of this because I was loaded on meds for a severe lung infection.😅

Summary: You've been waiting to see this show for so long. To see award winning harpist Min Yoongi perform live, in a front row seat! What could possibly go wrong?

Word Count: 2k+ (I think?)

Pairing: harpist!Yoongi X (f.)reader

You dance around in your room as you get ready for tonight, humming the melody of your favorite song by your favorite musician. Award-winning harpist Min Yoongi. And tonight's the night you finally get to see a live solo concert of him. With front row seating!

You squeal to yourself just thinking about it, having to take makeup brush away from your eye when a delighted shiver follows.

Your best friend, Beau, is coming with you since you don't do to great by yourself in crowded areas. Let alone such a crowded place like La Plaza de Amor, a typically busy place that's bound to be busier tonight than ever.

Your phone rings, making your vanity shake with vigor on its uneven legs. It's a call from Beau and you're pretty sure you know what this is about but it's not their fault.

"Hello, Beau?" You question while trying to maneuver your heels onto your feet without dropping your phone, a skill you unfortunately didn't inherit from your mother.

"Hi, Y/N. I'm sorry but I can't go with you tonight. I'm on baby duty because Casey got called in to do emergency surgery. I think you'll be okay by yourself, but remember to take your pepper spray!" They sound so cheery but you know they're exhausted.

"I will!" You smile despite the sadness that sits in your heart. You knew that Beau was also looking forward to this as a break from parenting. And you know Casey's a surgeon but sticking your partner with no alone time and refusing to pay for a babysitter is ridiculous, borderline insane.

You stumble through your house as you try to get used to your fancy shoes, typically used to flats and athletic shoes. You do accidentally bump your hip into the kitchen counter, being more concerned about potentially having ripped your dress than with the expected deep purple bruise that is sure to develop within the next few hours.

Upon arriving at the Plaza, you suddenly felt bother over-dressed and under-dressed. Some of the attendants are dresses to let you know that they have the money to make this look like everyone else shops at crappy thrift stores. Others are dressed in modest fashions that hide "scandalous" parts of the body, taking care to not draw attention away from the lavish architecture and color of the Plaza, dressing in three colors or less.

You're starting to think that you look like a peasant compared to these people. Your dress is thrifted. Ankle length with long sleeves that end at the wrist and a cowl neckline. It's a soft midnight black silk and your shoes (also thrifted) are pure black leather with a three inch heel.

The excited energy begins to fill you once again as you start to listen to the other excited harp enthusiasts discuss, wondering what tonight's playlist shall be. Perhaps original songs or covers of songs? You bet he's going to play originals, those seem to be his favorite to perform. You love seeing him get lost in his own melodic creations.

You know the majority of Yoongi's career history as a harpist. He originally started with an orchestra but quickly rose to fame by performing solos with concerts that got his name in the headlines of every muscial journal that was still up and running.

Everyone could tell from the very start that Yoongi was meant to do great things in his musical career, but the same faith didn't exist in other aspects of his life.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you could please find your seats within the next thirty minutes while we prepare for the concert, that would be wonderful." A voice speaks through the cleverly hidden speakers in the Plaza.

You find your seat in the front, at the perfect angle to see that beauty that is Yoongi's face. And now he has shoulder-length hair to make him look even prettier during his majestic performances.

God, you really just want to play with his hair and hands.

Okay, stop. You're here to appreciate his musical talents, not thirst over his physical features. Well...maybe both. But mostly here for the music.

You excitedly settle into your seat once you find it, ironically surrounded by very beautiful men and women. You're starting to feel like a peasant again.

"You're staring." The guy next to you speaks.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" You didn't even realize that you were staring at him. He looks like one of the men from the pictures of Yoongi and his friends.

"It's okay. I know I'm world wide handsome."

Yup, that's the only one older than Yoongi. His hyung, Kim Seokjin also known as World Wide Handsome.

So that must mean they were given front row seats by Yoongi, which you completely expected because they're his close friends.

You didn't expect a crowd of refined rich people to go nuts over a man just walking on stage. But you can see why.

Yoongi in a cloud gray three-piece of suit with a flower crown made up of sprigs of baby's breath. He's not wearing the blazer like a blazer either, it's draped over his shoulders and head in place by a sweater guard.

"Hello, and thank you for coming to my concert." He bows to the audience before going go sit on his bench behind his harp.

The fact that this man has full confidence in himself and his musical capabilities to immediately close his eyes.

The first strike of the strings gives away exactly what the song is, one that makes your eyes water with heartache for something, but you don't know what that something is.

You're kind of embarrassed when the song is over and you come to the realization that you've been crying, but only after the man next to you offers a tissue.

"Thank you." You carefully accept the tissue, taking care to not touch the man's hand.

"You're welcome."

The second song begins and Yoongi's eyes are still closed.

It's almost unbelievable when the concert comes to an end. The warm glow of the lights fade out and you hear the sounds of dress shoes walking across the stage.

When the lights come back on, Yoongi is gone and so are his friends.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you are interested, there will be a meet and greet in a few minutes."

As much as you love that idea, you really need to go to the bathroom and you don't know where the bathroom is so this might take a little bit.

Hallway after hallway and they're all starting to blur together.

Voices draw you towards what you think is the hallway with the bathrooms, which would be correct!

You finally get a chance to relieve yourself and thank God these toilets have that new quiet flush feature.

While you're washing your hands, you hear a conversation through the wall and some very distinct crying noises. Being the naturally nosy person you are, you feel the need to investigate, but you also want to console whoever is sobbing like that.

You're very surprised when it leads you to Yoongi's dressing room.

You have to carefully consider your next move. To know or to not knock. You decide on knocking.

The room goes quiet on the inside before someone opens the door. It's the man from earlier.

"Oh, it's you."

"Uhm, I'm sorry but I heard somebody's crying and got concerned along with curious. I just wanted to make sure that everyone was okay." You wrong your hands together and look at the floor.

He closes the door so you start to walk away, only getting about five feet before the door opens again and you're told to come in.

You carefully take off your shoes when you come into the room and place them next to the others, the men's dress shoes. This makes you significantly shorter and suddenly you feel more intimidated than before.

You make your way to the only open spot there is in the room, the vanity bench. It's surprisingly soft and cushiony.

Yoongi watches your every move through red and puffy eyes.

You make eye contact and he sniffles which breaks the silence.

"Do you want us to leave you two alone?" The tallest one asks.

"Yeah, I think it'll be fine." Yoongi wipes his eyes with his shirt sleeve and sniffles again.

The other six men exit, leaving you alone with your musical idol.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I know." He runs his hands through his hair when he leans forward. "I also know that you cried during the performance." He smiles to himself.

You blush and look down at the floor again.

"Nothing to be ashamed of. That means you actually care about the music. And Seokjin told me what happened." He leans back and pushes his hair back, relaxing and letting his eyes shut. "You're welcome to come sit on the couch if that bench is too uncomfortable." He pops an eye open to look at your face redden again.

You hesitantly rise from the bench and try to walk as carefully as possible over to the couch, unfortunately tripping on a loose water bottle.

You're caught by Yoongi's hands which feel much larger on your waist than you initially thought they would be.

The fall and the catch land you in Yoongi's lap and you panic.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry!" You try to escape but his hands hold you firmly in his lap.

Your face burns and you stare at the buttons on Yoongi's shirt instead of hands on his shoulders, making sure your entire weight isn't on him.

"You can let go. I'm probably too heavy anyway."

"But what if I don't want to let go? This is quite nice."

Yoongi didn't think you could get anymore red than you already were but you looked redder than a tomato and that caused a laugh to escape him.

"Do you still want to know why I was crying?" He pushes a strand of hair out of your face so you'll look at him.

"Yes, but you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"I'll tell you because I want to. You don't seem like a sasaeng."

You can feel his hand moving on your back and you try your hardest not to budge.

"I got a phone call from my parents."

Everyone knows that Yoongi's relationship with his parents has been rocky since his teens when he first expressed no interest in becoming a doctor, surgeon, lawyer or politician.

"They've officially disowned me. And even thofuut I'm a grown man, that still hurts." He eyes start to water again and his voice cracks. "My name is being removed from all inheritances and assets."

You shift in your spot on Yoongi's lap and reach for his face. Carefully brushing the tears away. "It'll be okay. Do you have somewhere to live?"

"Yeah, I found a place to keep a low profile and avoid the paparazzi for the time being." His hands come up to hold your cheeks and a soft smile graces his lips. "Thanks for caring."

"I don't think I have much else to care about." You laugh.

"Oh, pretty girl has jokes, I see!"

You blush again and lightly smack Yoongi's chest.

"You know what, here." He reaches for a piece of paper of the side table and scribbles an address. "Come visit me when you can. I'll be home most of the time."

You take the piece of paper and stash it in your purse. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Sorry to tell you this right when we're relaxing, but the meet and greet is in like three minutes."

"Damn." You sadly laugh. "I guess I'll see you next time I'm free."

"I hope so."

You climb off Yoongi's lap and he ushers you out the door after checking that that coast is clear.

"Bye."

"Bye-bye."

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I hope you enjoyed and I love you, my fluffies!🥰

[pjmbrat]

taste of you p.jm

warnings: f reader, fluff, comfort, smut, kissing!!, fingering, oral (f receiving), soft dom! jimin, praise, pet names r used, + wrote this kinda quick so i’m sorry for any mistakes!!

You kept trying and trying to get the move right, but you just couldn’t focus. Jimin had offered to stay at the studio after hours to help you, and you still couldn’t get it. Embarrassingly, you spun around again, frowning as you landed the jump, not on your feet, but on your ass instead. “I’m sorry.. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong..” you sighed out as tears welled up in your eyes, looking up at Jimin who was now making his way towards you.

He crouched down next to you, tilting his head to the side before giving you that pretty smile that would make anyone head over heels for him, “It’s okay, sweetheart, don’t cry. That’s what I’m here for, right?” he said, his sweet voice echoing through the empty studio. You couldn’t help but smile back, sitting up to give him a quick peck on his cherry chapstick lips.

“You’re so good to me, Jiminie.” you sniffled, wrapping your arms around him as you crawled into his lap. He kissed you back, placing his ring-clad hand on the side of your face, wiping away a few tears from your cheek with his thumb. “You deserve it, angel.” he said, holding you tight as he placed a small kiss under your eye. You hummed happily against him, enjoying the moment of peace you’re sharing together in the studio. He ran his fingers through your hair, letting his chin rest on top of your head. You wondered how you ever found such a sweet boy, you wondered how you ever deserved someone like him. Little did you know he was thinking the same things about you. He wondered if you knew how much he truly loves and adores every little thing you do, and how much it broke him to see you cry. He just wanted to make you feel happy all the time.

He looked down at you, placing his finger under your chin to make you look up at him, “Let me make you feel better.” he whispered. Your heart fluttered at his request, licking your lips as you stared eagerly into his alluring brown eyes. “Yes, please.” you said timidly. He brought you in for another kiss, letting his tongue swipe against your bottom lip as if to ask permission to let him inside. You mewled, feeling his tongue slip into your mouth, your own moving along with his in harmony. He spread your legs with his knee, bringing his hands down to your hips, “Grind on my thigh, baby.” he said breathlessly. You moaned into his mouth, rubbing your throbbing heat against his toned thigh, whining at the contact. “That’s it, baby, that’s it.” he groaned, letting his hands explore your torso. You bit your lip as you dragged your wet cunt back and forth across him, “Feels so good..” you managed to moan out. “Yeah? Feels good, pretty?” Jimin said in awe, watching as your body rocked across his thigh.

He bounced his thigh, licking his lips with a tilted head. You let out a gasp, moving faster against him as you felt yourself reaching your high, “Just like that, please..” you whimpered, your eyes glossy with lust. Jimin continued his movements, pulling you in for another searing kiss. You swore his lips were like an aphrodisiac, and the effects were kicking in immediately. You sobbed out, letting yourself go all over his thigh as he sucked on your tongue. He let you ride out your high, squeezing each side of your waist with his hands. “That feel good, baby?” he asked once you came back down. You could only nod in response as he maneuvered himself on top of you, laying between your legs with his head in between your thighs. “Can I taste you?” he asked, looking up at you. “Fuck, yes.” you said needily.

He pushed your dress up, leaving a few open mouthed kisses trailing down your stomach to your inner thigh. He licked a stripe up your clothed cunt, making you shudder. You tried to grind against his mouth, but he quickly stopped you, holding your legs apart with his strong arms. “Not yet, doll.” he whispered, placing a kiss over your clit. He finally slid your panties down, your wetness clinging to the fabric. Jimin wasted no time diving in, lapping at your clit as he moaned at the taste. “Oh, Jimin! please, feels so good.” you cried out in esctacy as his pretty, plump lips sucked on the bundle of nerves.

He continued sucking on your clit like a man starved, bringing two fingers to your pulsing hole. Jimin pushed them in slowly, curling them deep inside of you. “Right there!” you whined, grinding into his fingers. He was so good at pleasing you, so good at finding the places that made you so needy for him. He thrusted his fingers in and out of you, hitting your g-spot each time. “Cum in my mouth baby, wanna drink up every bit of you.” he moaned, sending vibrations through your body as you felt your orgasm wrecking you for the second time. You screamed his name, cumming all over his fingers and his lips. He sucked all of your juices off of his fingers, drinking up everything else that spilled out of you. He placed a kiss on your clit before pulling away.

“You taste so fucking good.”