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warnings ; oral (f recieving), he hits it from the back, hair pulling, blue collar dick🚨🚨

prompt ; in which your landlord sends an electrician to fix your power, and you end up learning firsthand the magic of blue collar dick.

note ; if you are reading this.. this is a queue’d post while im in MEXICO!!!!! you horny little sluts really thought i would leave you alone for 5 days.. i would never. i figured — hey if i can’t post part 5 of tpod i can at least give a life lesson on blue collar dick, right? backstory here is that the other day my best friend and i had a conversation about our sexy ass landlord and that got me thinking… jungkook..? blue collar..? big dick..? so anyways this is the product of that convo! (and also a standalone one shot bc yall be loving these!)

Later, when someone asks you to recap this story, you’ll say that in your defense, you weren’t expecting the electrician to look like he walked straight off some cringy Pornhub set. You’ll say you just wanted your electricity fixed, not to be spiritually humbled by a man who smells like sawdust and pine.

Your apartment is the kind of place that builds character. And by character, you mean mild trauma.

The kitchen light flickers like it’s been possessed since the day you moved in. The ceiling creaks when your upstairs neighbor sneezes. Your shower only has two settings (arctic and molten lava). There’s a weird stain on the ceiling you’ve been ignoring for three months. And today, of all days, the universe decided to cut the last thread holding your sanity together: the power.

No lights. No working outlets. No WiFi. Which means you’re sitting on your couch, in a hoodie and shorts, trying to hotspot your laptop with 3% battery left while rage-texting your landlord like you’re filing an official grievance with Satan himself.

You immediately text your landlord, fully expecting a five-day delay and a $30 deduction off your next rent.

You: hi. respectfully. what the FUCK is happening?

You: i work from home. i pay rent. i have needs. pls fix ASAP.

He replies five minutes later like he’s doing you a personal favor.

Landlord: sending my guy over. 15 mins.

Your landlord is somehow both your greatest nemesis and your weirdest emotional support system. He’ll ignore three maintenance requests, ghost you for a week, then show up unannounced with a half-eaten bag of Hot Cheetos. You’ve threatened to sue him in writing and sent him a happy birthday meme in the same month. And you’re already halfway into a mental spiral about “his guy” being a 60-year-old with pants that don’t stay up and opinions about the current political climate when there’s a knock at your door.

You swing the door open, fully expecting to see a crusty old man with a clipboard and a wheeze, and instead, you see… (and you’ll remember this moment until the day you die.)

Lip ring. Tattoo sleeve. Tool belt slung low over cargo pants. A black tee stretched across broad shoulders. Jesus Christ, the hair. Dark, slightly shaggy, pushed back on top but long in the back, curling at the nape of his neck in a way that should not be allowed near unsupervised women.

“Hey’,” he says, like this isn’t a pivotal moment in your sexual awakening. “I’m here about the outage?”

You blink at him. You are officially unfit for conversation.

This man has a mullet. A tattooed, lip-ringed, mullet-wearing man is standing in your hallway holding a voltage tester like its foreplay.

Suddenly, your pajama shorts feel too short for this moment. You fumble with the doorknob, “Uh. Yeah. Come in. It’s, uh.. yeah.”

Brilliant. Shakespeare could never.

He steps inside, and holy shit, he’s even taller than you thought. The kind of tall that makes your ceilings feel shorter. The kind of tall where you have to crane your neck just slightly to look up at him, which is offensive because you’re not exactly short yourself. He smells like a mix of sawdust, a hint of pine, laundry detergent, and a 2002 Nissan Altima. It’s oddly specific.

He glances around like he’s surveying a battlefield. “Power cut out completely?”

You nod, shuffling behind him as he moves farther into your apartment with the kind of confidence like he’s somehow been to your home before. His boots thud across your hardwood floor, scuffed and loud. The tool belt clinks. His shirt rides up when he stretches his arm to check something near the ceiling and there’s a flash of golden skin and low-slung cargo pants and—

You’re not doing well.

He pops open the panel in the ceiling like it’s nothing. “Y’all been having issues with this before? Flickering? Dead outlets?”

“Sometimes the kitchen light hums like it’s possessed,” you say, which you regret immediately. “I mean, not literally possessed. Not like.. haunted. Just… you know. Buzzing.”

He chuckles. It’s a low, gravelly sound that sinks its teeth into your spine and doesn’t let go.

“Probably a loose connection in the junction box. Nothing too crazy,” he says, grabbing something from his belt that you will now dream about tonight. “You work from home?”

You nod again, helpless. “Yeah. Marketing.”

He glances back at you. “Tough with no WiFi.”

You turn around under the guise of “letting him work” but really just to text your roommate, Sana, with trembling fingers.

You: help. our power went out and the electrician we got sent is so hot

You: he has a MULLET. a mullet, sana. he said “junction box” and i almost moaned

You hear him grunt softly as he stretches to reach something and you nearly drop your phone.

Sana: SEND A PIC RN

You sneak a glance back — he’s perched on your step stool, arms flexing as he reaches into the ceiling. His hair is curling perfectly at the back of his neck, a little messy from the heat.

You don’t send a pic. You can’t. It feels criminal. You feel like you’re watching live porn with consequences.

Then he speaks again, casually. “You smell something burning last night? Or anything weird before it cut out?”

You nearly say “just my ovaries,” but God reaches down and slaps your mouth shut.

Instead, you clear your throat. “Nope. No sparks, no smell. It just… died this morning.”

He nods, focused. “Might be a fuse then. I’ll check the basement in a sec.”

He drops down from the stool with a casual thud and wipes his hands on that rag in his back pocket. That ass, that rag. This is no longer an apartment. It’s a crime scene.

You glance up just in time to see him walking toward your front door, lifting the back of his shirt to wipe his forehead. You black out for a second.

You: he just wiped sweat off his forehead with the back of his shirt. i saw ab muscle. like cut definition. i think it smiled at me.

Sana: you need jail or a CONDOM stat. get his number???

You’re halfway through typing “I don’t even know his name yet” when the front door opens behind you, and you almost launch your phone across the room like it’s a grenade.

He steps back into your apartment with that casual, unbothered energy he’s so good at carrying. Hair slightly damp at the edges now, cheeks pink from the walk up your stairs, tool belt still jingling.

“Basement breaker’s fine,” he says, brushing his palm down the front of his shirt. “Might be a wiring issue. Gonna check one more thing.”

You blink. Nod. Attempt human speech. Fail. “Cool. Yeah. Check… stuff.”

Christ. You sound like you learned English from Duolingo five minutes ago.

He smiles then, actually smiles. Full teeth, little bunny front ones peeking out. His lip ring glints as he does it, and your brain goes completely static for a second.

“Want some water?” you blurt, and immediately hate yourself. “Or iced tea? Or, whatever I have in the fridge that isn’t expired?”

He huffs out a little laugh, shakes his head. “Nah, I’m good. But thanks, sweetheart.”

You freeze like you’ve been slapped by a porn star. He walks past you again like nothing happened, reaching for something in his tool bag, completely unaware that your soul just evacuated your body.

You unlock your phone immediately, fingers trembling, and text in all caps.

You: HE CALLED ME SWEETHEART.

You: arrest him. make him marry me. i don’t care just make it LEGAL

You barely get the message out when he turns slightly and casually, and says, “So… you live here with your boyfriend, or…?”

You blink hard.

The question hangs there, just slightly too relaxed. Like it’s not loaded with potential. Like it’s not every Wattpad plotline you’ve ever read come to life in front of your half-broken Ikea bookshelf.

Your brain short-circuits harder than your kitchen socket. Is he flirting? Was that… are you being flirted with? It’s been a minute. Like, a long minute since you’ve had someone show genuine interest in you. You can’t tell anymore. He could be asking because he needs to know whose ass he’s about to get chewed out by if he knocks something over, or because he’s just curious.

You manage to croak out, “Just my roommate. Sana.”

He nods and doesn’t press. He lets out a low, distracted, “Hm,” like that’s useful information. Like it slots into place somewhere in his head and he’s okay with it.

You, meanwhile, are mentally drafting a will because you’re not sure your heart’s going to survive the rest of this visit.

He leans over your couch armrest to reach the outlet near the floor. His cargo pants pull slightly tighter around his thighs and you look away so fast you give yourself whiplash. You try to look normal, like a woman who isn’t catastrophically horny over someone adjusting your voltage.

You: HE ASKED IF I HAD A BOYFRIEND

Sana: I AM SCREAMING. I’M IN LINE AT TRADER JOE’S. OFFER TO MAKE HIM LEMONADE OR SIT ON HIS FACE IDK CHOOSE FAST

He stands back up, wiping his palms on that stupid fucking rag again, and glances over his shoulder. “Shouldn’t take much longer,” he quips with that lazy, dangerous smile.

You nod, eyes wide, pretending you’re normal. “Cool. Thanks. No rush or anything. It’s not like I need power to… survive.”

He quirks a brow at that, like he finds you kind of funny, or kind of tragic.

You sit on the couch, phone hidden in your lap like it’s a shameful secret. He crouches near another outlet, testing something with one of those little gadgets that beeps and blinks.

“So, marketing,” he says over his shoulder. “Like… ads?”

You blink. “Uh. Yeah. I work for a beauty brand. Mostly social media, some campaign strategy. Lots of pretending I know what I’m doing and hoping the algorithm doesn’t hate me that day.”

He chuckles. That low, amused sound that makes your toes curl. “That why you’re so good at talking?”

You freeze. “What?”

He glances back, smile creeping in slow and lazy. There’s an unfortunate amount of sarcasm behind his tone. “You seem to stumble a bit over words.”

You blink again, officially out of working brain cells. “Sorry. I—I can stop. I don’t mean to be annoying, I just—”

“I didn’t say it was annoying.” He doesn’t look at you when he says it. He crouches lower again, tapping something against the outlet. But you hear it anyway and feel it, low in your stomach like a dropped elevator.

Your phone buzzes in your lap, blessedly interrupting the moment before you combust.

Sana: girl. do i need to walk around the block or are you gonna fuck him. be honest.

You bite your lip so hard you nearly draw blood. He straightens up, wiping his palms again. “So do you like it? The job?”

“Oh. Um. Yeah. It’s… stressful. But fun, sometimes. I guess,” You scratch the back of your neck.

“You good at it?” He grunts out, looking for something in his toolbox.

Your mind blanks. “What?”

He turns to look at you full-on now, arms crossed, shirt clinging to the curve of his shoulders. “Marketing. All that stuff. You good at it?”

You let out a nervous little laugh. “I mean, I hope so. I’ve been doing it for a few years now, and nobody’s fired me yet.”

“That’s not what I asked.” His tone isn’t aggressive. It’s low and relaxed. But something about the way he says it makes your pulse skip.

“I… I think I am,” you say, slower this time.

He nods once as if that answer pleases him. “You seem like you’d be.”

You’re gonna die. You’re going to actually die. This man is being nice to you, and it feels like your body isn’t prepared for that level of stimulus.

You glance at your phone again.

Sana: WHY ARE YOU TAKING THIS LONG TO RESPOND??? IS HIS DICK OUT. BLINK TWICE

You look back up and he’s leaning against the doorframe that divides your kitchen and living room now, arms still crossed, lip ring catching the light. “So your roommate…?”

You nod, trying not to choke. “Yeah. Her name’s Sana. We’ve lived together since college.”

“She at work?” You swear he looks at your legs in your shorts, but could also be wishful thinking.

“Not right now. She works night shifts at the hospital 15 minutes away from here.,” You twiddle your thumbs in your lap.

He hums, still watching you. “So you’re here all alone today.”

It’s not a question. It shouldn’t be hot. It’s just a sentence. But, the way he says it? The tone? The slight lilt at the end, like it means more than it says?

You let out a strangled sound that you hope reads as a laugh. “Yeah. Just me. Alone. In this… apartment. Where you are. Currently.”

He tilts his head, smiling again. “You’re kind of funny for someone with no electricity.”

You hesitate. Then, blurting before you can stop yourself, “And you’re kind of cocky for someone who still hasn’t turned my lights on yet.”

He raises an eyebrow, a smirk slowly appearing. “Hm?”

You shake your head way too fast. “I mean—just—like, you’ve been here for a bit now and you’re fixing my power and it is taking quite long, but I promise I’m not mad about it.. I’m sorry.”

He lets out a real laugh this time. Full, low, and stupidly hot. He pushes off the wall and walks back toward the kitchen like he didn’t just wreck your central nervous system.

You take another breath and text Sana.

You: he’s flirting. he’s literally flirting. i want to crawl inside the oven

Sana: girl. jump on the counter and say “while you’re fixing things, i’m also broken.”

Almost like he was trying to prove a point to you, the lights come back on with a quiet click, a whirr of electricity humming back to life through your walls, and you swear the sound might as well be a death knell.

He steps back from the panel in your hallway, tapping the side of it with a knuckle like he just fixed your entire infrastructure. “There we go,” he says, “Should be good now. Might’ve just been a loose connection behind the breaker, it’s common in these old buildings.”

You nod slowly, like you understood a single word of that. All you really heard was competency and your brain whispered: breedable.

“That’s… great,” you reply, way too softly. “Thanks.”

He wipes his hands again on that same rag and starts packing up his tools, metal clicking together as he slips things back into place. His forearm flexes with every movement, tattoos shifting across his skin like they’re in on the joke.

“Need help with anything else?” he asks casually, not looking at you as he zips up the tool bag. His voice dips slightly.

Your heart stutters. You should say actually, yeah, my back is acting up and I think the solution involves that couch and maybe you using me like a handrail. But instead you go, “Nope. That’s all.”

Your phone vibrates against your thigh, dragging you back to earth.

Sana: have you ever heard of blue collar dick??? this is ur chance

You squint at that text, thumbs pausing mid-reply.

Blue collar dick.

The phrase unlocks something buried deep in your brain. A memory. A TikTok you watched half-asleep one night at 1:37AM, under the glow of your LED lights, while eating dry cereal out of a mug. The girl had looked straight into the camera, wide-eyed and deadly serious, and whispered: “Blue collar dick is not just a concept. It’s a lifestyle. It’s the kind of unholy grip someone develops on you after a man with calloused hands and a union paycheck fixes your sink and rearranges your soul in the same afternoon.”

You’d laughed. Scoffed, even. How dramatic.

He zips up the last pouch on his tool bag and stands tall, glancing toward the door like he might head that way but he doesn’t. He stays.

He rolls his shoulder a little, absently adjusting the strap, and you watch his fingers drag across the curve of his neck.

“You think everything working alright?” he asks, voice low and unhurried like he’s trying to fill the silence. Like he knows you’re still stuck in some sort of horny trance and he’s being generous enough to let you catch up.

“Yeah,” you say, breathier than intended. “Power’s on. Looks like the WiFi is back. I can check if my laptop came back to life.”

You gesture toward your computer like it matters. Like any of that is worth focusing on when he is standing six feet from you.

He hums, looking around your living room where you’re still on your couch. “Place is cute.”

You blink. “Oh. Uh. Thanks. It’s… falling apart slowly, but charming.”

He doesn’t really acknowledge that. “Anything else broken in here?” he asks, stepping away from the wall a little. “Leaky faucet? Shaky table leg? My dad taught me how to fix a ton of stuff, I’m pretty handy with anything. You want me to check something else?”

Your mouth opens and closes. Your brain struggles to find the words, and the words you want to say are not coming out easily, so you just respond with, “No. I mean… no, I think we’re good. You fixed the lights.”

His eyes flicker and stay on you just a second too long. Then he shifts slightly, sets the tool box down again with a thud, and stretches his arms overhead like he’s got nowhere to be. Shirt rides up just enough for you to see the line of his waistband and the shadow of toned skin beneath it, and you almost bite your tongue off.

“You sure?” he asks again, tone casual, almost amused now. “You looked kinda… bummed when the lights came back on.”

Your head jerks up. “What? No. I wasn’t.. I mean, not bummed. Just surprised. Happy. Grateful. Electrified, if you will.”

Electrified. You’re going to throw yourself off the balcony.

He laughs again, and you swear it vibrates in your chest. “I could hang out a sec,” he offers, and it’s not subtle anymore. “Just make sure everything stays stable. Sometimes the lights will turn back off randomly.”

Everything’s stable, you repeat in your brain like an idiot. I am not.

He’s leaning one shoulder against the wall now, lazy and relaxed, eyes still on you like he’s just waiting to see what you’ll say next.

Before your brain can stop your mouth from doing anything reckless, you blurt out, “Have you eaten?”

His brows lift. “What?”

You clear your throat. “Lunch. Have you had any?”

He tilts his head, eyes flickering down to your mouth for one half-second too long. “Not yet,” he says, “Didn’t get the chance.”

You nod like this is normal. Like offering food to electricians with tool belts and stupidly sexy mullets is part of your daily routine. “I can make you something if you want.”

His mouth curves, slow and teasing. “Yeah? You feed all the guys your landlord sends over?”

You roll your eyes so hard they nearly eject from your skull. “Only the ones who save me from having to live in darkness.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Then yeah. I’m kinda hungry.”

He walks over to where you’re sitting, drops his bag beside the couch, stretches with a casual groan that shoots straight between your thighs, and flops onto your couch like he’s done it a hundred times. Like your couch is a perfectly acceptable throne for his man-spreading, bicep-showcasing, very-much-staying presence.

You twiddle your fingers, “If i make you food, it’s only right if I get your name.”

Smooth. Real fucking smooth.

“Jungkook,” He looks over to you, trying to bite back a grin. “And yours is [Y/N], right? Saw it on the assignment sheet.”

“Yup. Cool,” You gulp down some saliva that was lodged in your throat.

You march to the kitchen like a woman on a mission, flinging the fridge open with the determination of someone prepping for an exorcism. It’s not that you want to impress him. It’s just that… okay. No. You do want to impress him. You want to serve this man a sandwich so good he files a formal complaint against your thighs for being too far from his face.

You find good bread. Not the sad white slices. You find turkey. Cheese. Lettuce that isn’t slimy. A tomato you aggressively pat dry with a paper towel like a psychotic housewife. You toast the bread and add a little mustard. You even cut the sandwich diagonally, because if you’re going to be delusional, you’re going to be domestically deranged about it.

Your phone buzzes for the billionth time.

Sana: DID YOU FUCK HIM YET

You ignore her. You grab a little paper plate with a cup of water and a napkin and present this meal like you are some Michelin chef. You walk it out carefully, feeling like you should have a white linen apron and one of those vintage Coke ads playing behind you.

“Damn,” he says when you hand it to him, voice warm with surprise. “You really went all out.”

You shrug, trying to act chill. “Just a sandwich.”

He takes a bite and groans.“No, this is next level. Wife-tier sandwich.”

Your face goes hot. You sit down beside him on the couch, one cushion away, legs crossed, heart racing. You grab your phone and finally reply to Sana before she drives to the apartment and physically removes you.

You: sana i need you to take a lap. actually take a five-mile lap. this house needs to be mine for two hours minimum.

Sana: i will literally be gone until sunset

You set your phone down and glance at him again. He’s halfway through the sandwich already, clearly enjoying the hell out of it, crumbs on his fingers, lip ring glinting as he chews.

“So,” you say casually, “how’d you get into electrical work?”

He swallows, wipes his mouth, and shrugs. “Started out helping my uncle with his crew back home. Learned enough on the job that I stuck with it. Took the exam, got certified, picked up my own clients.”

“That’s hot,” you say before thinking.

He pauses, blinks, then smirks again. “Yeah?”

You want to shrivel into the cushions. “I mean, just like the hands-on thing. Fixing stuff. Being good with your hands.”

He glances at you, faintly amused. “It’s a bold choice… Flirting with the guy who knows your wires inside out better than you ever could.”

You’ve made your decision. You’ve committed to the bit. You’re going to have him. You don’t care how. You don’t care if it’s a terrible idea. You’re already halfway there, and if blue collar dick is a myth, you’d like to be the one to confirm or deny it firsthand. You smile, tilting your head. “I like living on the edge.”

He finishes the sandwich and sets the plate on your coffee table with a little sigh. “Damn. Guess I should’ve been in this line of work sooner.”

You let out a soft laugh, glancing at him through your lashes like you’re not actively in the process of losing your mind.

He shifts slightly on the couch, one arm thrown casually along the back cushion, knee brushing yours now, and your whole body tightens at the contact. You look down at his hand, rough, calloused, fingers spread just enough to imagine what they’d feel like anywhere else.

Focus. Focus.

“So,” you start, aiming for casual but landing somewhere around unhinged, “do you, like… do this for a lot of people?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Fix electricity?”

You laugh too fast. “No! Well, yeah. I mean. Yes. But like… do you do this for one person a lot? Regularly? Like… someone special. Like a client. A consistent client.”

He’s still watching you, brows slightly raised, clearly trying to follow your logic. “Huh?”

You look down, embarrassed. Shit. Too subtle. You double back. “Sorry, I meant… like… is there someone who, you know, gets their power fixed all the time? Like a… girlfriend?”

Oh my god. Girlfriend. You say it like you’ve never spoken English before, like the concept of casual inquiry never existed.

His lips tugging up like he knows exactly what you’re asking. “Nah,” he replies. “No girlfriend.”

He reaches for the glass of water you’d set on the coffee table earlier, and you watch his throat work as he takes a slow gulp. His lip ring catches the light again, and your brain completely flatlines.

No girlfriend.

No girlfriend. That’s… fine. That’s great. That’s also dangerous.

Your heart is pounding so loud in your ears you barely register that he hasn’t looked away. When he sets the glass down again, his eyes don’t drift back to his phone or the room or the vague distance.

They stay locked on you.

You shift slightly, suddenly hyperaware of how close you’re sitting. His fingers are still relaxed against the couch cushion, a breath away from the curve of your shoulder.

“Should I expect a full background check with your next outage?”he says, voice low now.

You’re officially in the danger zone now with no intentions of stopping. “Already ran yours. Five star reviews all around. “

He chuckles, quietly. “I’m honored.”

Your breath catches. It’s a small sound. Barely audible. But his gaze dips lower at the sound of it, flickering between your mouth and your throat. He doesn’t hide it anymore. There’s no playfulness left.

“Stop staring” you mutter, trying to keep your voice even.

He lifts a brow. “I’m not.”

“Are you… thinking about kissing me?” This is worse than that one time in 10th grade when you got put in a closet with your crush and you practically slammed him against the door begging him to kiss you.

However, Jungkook doesn’t smile or smile. His gaze lingers on your lips still like he’s counting the seconds. “Would that be a problem?”

Your stomach drops. The air between you turns solid. “No,” you say softly. “It’d be the opposite of a problem.”

He doesn’t move right away, or lunge and lean in. He lets the silence fill with heat, with potential, like he wants you to feel the choice stretch out and make sure you want it just as much as he does. (Is he insane? Of course you do)

You want him to kiss you so bad it’s physically painful. Every nerve in your body is waiting for it, screaming for it, for the weight of his hand on your jaw, the feel of his lip ring pressing into yours.

You inch just slightly closer and your knee brushes against his fully now. Your face is tilted up toward his without even thinking.

“Are you gonna?” you whisper, voice barely there.

His eyes flicker again and then he smiles. “Thought you’d never ask.”

He leans in, not in some clumsy rush. He drags it out just long enough for you to feel your whole body tense with anticipation. His hand finds your jaw first, thumb brushing your cheek, fingers curling gently under your chin.

And then his mouth is on yours.

He kisses you like it’s his job, like he’s done this a thousand times but still finds something new in the shape of your lips. His mouth moves with intention, none of that awkward fumbling, none of the soft, shy hesitation. It’s confident. His lip ring drags against your lower lip and you actually whimper, because of course he knows how to use it.

He groans low in his throat when your fingers knot in the front of his shirt, tugging him closer. One hand slips around the back of your neck, the other finding your waist, pulling you across the couch and into him like he can’t stand even a breath of space between you.

He tastes like faint mint and the sandwich you made him. Your legs shift, tangling with his. His hand is already on your thigh, rough palm skimming under the hem of your shorts, gripping hard enough to make your breath stutter into his mouth.

You gasp when he bites down lightly, but enough to make you feel it. He soothes it with a kiss immediately after, dragging his mouth down your jaw, and murmurs into your skin, “You’re a good kisser.”

You could die. You could die right now and it would be worth it.

You tilt your head back to give him more access, voice breathless. “Yeah? You’re not so bad yourself.”

That earns you another groan, this one deeper, more possessive. His hand slides up your side, under your hoodie, fingers grazing bare skin and making your back arch instinctively.

He kisses you again, messier now and wetter. Tongues tangling, teeth clashing. His fingers sink into your thigh, pull you closer until you’re practically straddling him on the couch and you feel him, hard beneath his cargo pants, pressed against your hip like a threat.

“You sure you don’t need anything else fixed?” he murmurs against your mouth.

And all you can do is nod, eyes heavy, hands trembling against his chest as you whisper: “Hmm. I think my body is out of order. Needs fixing.”

Big hands grip your thighs, and with one swift, greedy motion, he’s pushing you back into the couch cushions. You land with a quiet gasp, hair fanned out, lips swollen, hoodie riding up over your stomach.

He’s hovering, body caged above yours, weight pressed into one arm braced beside your head, the other skimming up your waist and dragging your hoodie even higher. His silver chain dangles loose from his neck and every time he leans down to kiss you again, it smacks against your throat, cold and heavy, sending a shiver straight through you.

He groans when you arch up into him, letting your hips roll slightly, needy and desperate, and he feels it, feels how bad you want him and how worked up you are.

His bicep flexes beside your head, holding himself up so he doesn’t crush you but you kind of wish he would. You let your hand drift up, fingertips grazing the muscle slowly, shamelessly.

Holy fuck, he’s strong.

Strong in the way that makes your thighs press together, that makes you want to find out what else those arms can hold you down against. You squeeze just a little, test the resistance, and he grins against your lips.

“That’s what you’re thinkin’ about?” he murmurs, dragging his mouth to your neck now, teeth grazing your jaw. “My arms?”

You don’t answer. You can’t. Your brain is literally melting.

He licks a stripe up the side of your throat and bites, just enough to make you whimper, and the damn chain swings again, cold against the same spot.

“You like that?” he asks, “Hmm?”

You nod frantically, whining. You’re gone.

His hand slides down to grip your thigh again, hiking it up around his waist, and the angle has you gasping. His hips dip into yours just enough to make it obvious: he’s hard, and he’s not even trying to hide it now.

“You gonna let me take care of you?” he mutters, biting your earlobe. “Since you fed me and everything. Feels only fair.”

You nod again, breathless. “Yeah.”

“Good,” he says, lips brushing yours. “Been thinkin’ about kissing you since the second you opened that door.”

His hands are already slipping under the hem of your hoodie, thumbs dragging across the skin of your waist as he mutters, low and sinful, “Lift your hips for me.”

You do instantly and he slides your shorts down so slowly it feels like punishment. They snag slightly at your thighs before he gets them off, flinging them somewhere over the armrest, and then he just stares. Lets his eyes drag from your knees to the place between your thighs like he’s about to pray and commit a felony in the same breath.

You’re not even fully naked, but you already feel exposed. Every part of you twitching with anticipation because the way this man looks at you? It’s like he already knows what you taste like.

He lowers himself, right between your knees and spreads your legs open with two hands and drags your body closer to him.

“You’re already shaking,” he whispers, lips brushing along the inside of your thigh. “What’s got you so worked up, sweetheart?”

You want to answer. You try to answer. But then he presses a kiss right above your knee, then lower and lower. It’s like he’s savoring every inch of you, kissing a trail up your thigh like you’re dessert and he’s been starving all day.

When he finally gets to your underwear, he lets out a low hum.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, thumb dragging along the edge. “You’re soaked.”

You choke on your own spit. He hooks his fingers under the waistband, and looks up at you, eyes dark. You’re propped up on your elbows, watching him like you’re in a live-action fantasy, because that’s exactly what it feels like.

“Gonna take these off now,” he says, almost too gently.

You nod like a bobblehead. “Please.”

He tugs them down painfully slow, and when they slip off your legs and drop to the floor, he doesn’t even hesitate. He just dives in.

Tongue flat, broad, ruthless against you, dragging through your folds. You jolt, hips bucking off the couch, and his hands immediately slide up to pin you down, fingers bruising your thighs as he holds you in place.

He moans into you, tongue curling, lips wrapping around your clit with slow, maddening pressure. The suction makes you cry out, hand flying to grab at his hair, soft, messy strands you curl your fingers into.

“Fuck, J-Jungkook,” you gasp. His grip tightens on your thighs in response. He flattens his tongue again, licking long and slow, nose nudging against your clit just enough to make your legs shake. Then he shifts, tilts his head just slightly, and flicks the tip of his tongue in tight, fast circles.

You swear you see God.

He doesn’t stop, and it’s obscene how good it is. You can hear it. Mapping out every flick, every swirl, every suck that makes your thighs twitch and your head fall back in helpless, high-pitched whines.

He’s so good at it, it’s almost infuriating. Like he’s been training for this specific moment, like he knew your body before you ever laid eyes on his goddamn toolbelt.

“Shit,” you whimper, your fingers gripping the edge of the couch like you’ll fall off the earth if he keeps going.

He pulls back barely, enough to murmur against your soaked skin, “What’s that, sweetheart?”

You look down at him, wide-eyed and desperate, and the sight makes your stomach flip.

His eyes are dark, heavy-lidded, locked on yours with zero shame. His lips are wet, his lip ring gleaming, his chain dragging down your thigh. His hands are still gripping your legs tight. “You’re already shaking,” he taunts, “You gonna fall apart before I even get my fingers in?”

You let out a sound you don’t recognize. Your hips buck without permission, trying to chase more friction, more pressure, anything, and he laughs.

“Thought you were gonna take it,” he mutters, kissing your inner thigh again, right where it’s already slick. “Thought you were tough.”

“Jungkook,” Your voice breaks.

“Yeah, baby?” he smiles, “Want more?”

You nod frantically. “Please. Please, please.”

“Mmhmm.” He drags his tongue back up, slow and torturous. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want—” you gasp as he suckles your clit again, just hard enough to make your legs spasm. “I want your fingers please. I can’t—”

“You can,” he says, way too calm. “You’re gonna. Not done with you yet.”

He slides one hand down between your thighs, dragging his fingers through your slick folds, slow and unhurried. You feel the first press of his fingertip at your entrance and it’s over.

When he finally pushes in just one thick finger, your mouth drops open in a silent gasp. It feels so good, too good.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he notes more to himself than to you. “Fuck. Gripping already.”

He curls his finger and you practically wail. You slap a hand over your mouth but he sees it, and then lowers his mouth back down to your clit like he’s starving for it.

His tongue and his finger move in tandem. Circles and pressure and heat all at once, building you up, pushing you higher, dragging desperate sounds out of you that you’ve never made before.

“Jungkook, fuck, please,” you sob, grabbing at his hair. “Please, I need—”

“You need what?” he murmurs against you, adding a second finger slowly, the stretch perfect, his mouth never leaving your clit.

“I need, need to cum, please—”

“Nah,” he says, eyes flicking up to meet yours as his fingers start to fuck into you even deeper, “Not yet.”

You’re near tears at this point.

He flattens his tongue and moans into you, and your hips jerk off the couch. Your hands are clutching at him now, your stomach tightening, thighs trembling around his head as he talks you through it.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” he exhales, eyes locked on your face. “All needy and loud. Fuck, baby. I could eat you all day.”

You’re so close it hurts. He can feel it, the way your walls clench around his fingers, sucking him in.

“That’s it,” he coaxes, voice hoarse against you. “Come on, pretty girl. Cum for me.”

And you do, embarrassingly hard. It crashes over you like a power surge, hot and fast and blinding. Your hips jerk, your mouth drops open in a silent cry, and you’re cumming so hard you forget your own name.

He doesn’t stop until you’re twitching, until your legs are shaking uncontrollably and you’re pushing at his shoulder with a broken gasp.

Still, he doesn’t let up. His tongue is relentless, fingers even more ruthless. You’re sweating, teary-eyed and so close you’re practically vibrating, when you finally snap.

“Jungkook,” you moan, throat raw. “I need you to fuck me. Please. I can’t—“

That gets him to cease. He pulls back, mouth soaked, lip ring gleaming. His hand lingers between your thighs for a second longer before he pushes himself up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, panting.

You reach up, fingers clutching the front of his shirt, dragging him down so you can kiss him. You taste yourself on his tongue, and it just makes it worse, makes you needier.

He stands up, stripping down as fast as humanly possible. The black tee comes off first, revealing a chest that’s all muscle, abs that flex when he tosses the shirt aside. Then the cargo pants get shoved down, and…

Holy fucking shit.

It swings free and heavy into his palm, and you gasp.

That’s what they meant by blue collar dick. Thick, veiny, the prettiest goddamn cock you’ve ever seen. Long, curved just right, flushed and leaking at the tip as he wraps his hand around the base and starts stroking himself, slow and lazy.

He tilts his head back with a low groan, lashes fluttering, chain swinging over his chest and you just stare.

You’ve seen good dick before. You’ve had great dick, even. This is different. This is the kind of dick that installs central air and breaks bed frames. The kind that fucks through creaky floorboards, says “good girl” like a prophet, and pays in cash everywhere.

“Yeah?” he rasps, still jerking himself slowly, eyes dark as he looks down at you. “You want it, baby?”

You nod like your life depends on it. “Please. Need it so bad.”

He doesn’t waste another second. “Turn over,” he says, voice commanding. “Face down, ass up. I want that spine arched.”

You scramble to obey, flipping onto your stomach, shoving your hoodie up out of the way. You bury your face in the couch cushion, arms stretched forward, hips high in the air and the sound Jungkook makes behind you is inhuman.

“Fucking hell,” he licks his lips, hands gripping your hips, thumbs spreading you open. “Look at you.”

You feel him line up behind you, thick head sliding through your slick folds, teasing but not pushing in yet, and your whole body twitches.

“You’re perfect like this,” he says, one hand sliding up your back, pressing between your shoulder blades until your arch deepens. “Back all pretty, ass in the air, soaked for me. Fuck, baby.”

He leans forward, voice rasping hot in your ear. “You gonna take it for me like this, yeah? Gonna let me fuck you nice and deep?”

You moan out, whimpering into the pillow. “Yes. Yes, please.”

“Atta girl.”

He pushes in slow, allowing you to feel every inch. You feel the thick, burning stretch of him as he sinks in deeper, splitting you open around his cock. Your breath catches on a whimper, eyes rolling back as he fills you.

“Fuuuuck,” you choke out, voice strangled. “You’re so big.”

Behind you, Jungkook lets out a guttural groan.

“Yeah?” he rasps, still sliding in, forcing your walls to open around him. “That too much for you, baby?”

You shake your head, barely able to breathe, cheek pressed into the cushion. “No, no, it’s so good, just, fuck—”

He bottoms out, hips flush against your ass, and you swear you see stars. You’re so full it’s almost unbearable, like he’s in your stomach, You’ve never felt anything like it; your walls clenching, dripping, pulsing and he’s barely even moved yet.

He pulls out halfway and slams back in, then does it again… and again… and again.

His pace is brutal, deep, pounding thrusts that send shockwaves through your spine and bounce off the walls. Skin slapping, the obscene wet squelch of your cunt sucking him in over and over, the couch creaking beneath you. You’re a full mess under him, and he’s moaning now too.

“Fuck,”Jungkook growls behind you, breath ragged. “You hear that? You hear how wet you are for me?”

You do. The sound of your pussy squelching around his cock is loud, echoing with every thrust as your juices coat his length and drip down your thighs onto the couch cushions below.

“Fucking soaked,” he growls again, hips snapping into you.

His hand finds your hair, grabbing a fistful at the base of your neck and pulling. Your head lifts from the pillow you grabbed from nearby in a panic, back arched to its limit, body bent like a bowstring as he fucks into you harder now that he has you right where he wants you.

“Taking it so good, baby,” he pants, yanking your head back just enough to make you moan. He keeps pounding into you, dragging that cock so deep it feels like he’s carving himself into your soul, keeping your head held high by your hair, whispering filth that makes your legs shake.

“You wanna cum, don’t you?” he growls, tone thick and mean. “Wanna fall apart right here on my cock?”

You’re shaking too hard to answer, all that’s coming out are some babbles you nor him have any energy to interpret. Somehow, your brain flashes back to that fucking TikTok. That girl that described “blue collar dick” like it was some natural disaster.

Now you’re living it.

You’re bent over on your own couch, spine arched, tears in your eyes, unable to even think as Jungkook wrecks you with his cock and whispers filthy praise in your ear like it’s his job. This is blue collar dick. This is the goddamn thesis statement of that TikTok. You’re going to send that girl flowers.

“Please,” you cry, “Please, Jungkook.”

“Yeah?” he pants, breath hot against your neck as his fingers reach down and work your clit cruelly enough to keep you from tipping over. “That desperate for it, sweetheart?”

You nod, choking out sobs, your body twitching around him, clenching hard enough that he starts to fall apart.

“Fuck,” he groans, cock twitching inside you. “You’re so tight. Keep squeezing me like that and I’m gonna cum before you do.”

You moan loud into the pillow, your whole body wrecked and burning, still locked in this purgatory he’s created, his cock fucking you deep and hard, his fingers rolling over your clit with precision, holding you right there.

“Say it,” he growls, “Tell me how bad you need it.”

“I need it, please, I need it so bad. I can’t, I’m so close, please let me cum.” Your self -control has exited the apartment.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he grits out behind you, “Fuck, baby, feel how tight you are? How bad your pussy wants to cum for me?”

You can’t answer. You’re drooling into the pillow, gasping, your body jerking with every thrust like you’re being electrocuted.

“Let go,” he groans, voice shaking. “You’re gonna cum for me now, yeah? Go on, baby. Fucking cum.”

The second his thumb presses tightly just right against your clit, you shatter. It hits you like a wave. Your body locks up, thighs clenching, back arching so hard it lifts your hips even higher as your orgasm rips through you, hot and overwhelming. You scream as your pussy clenches around his cock, pulsing and gushing as you cum so hard your vision goes white.

Your arms give out completely. You collapse forward onto the couch with a breathless sob, ass still arched up as your cunt throbs around him, wetness dripping down your thighs in sticky trails. Your face is buried in the cushion, your legs are trembling.

“Oh my fuck,” Jungkook groans, “Just like that. You feel that, baby? Feel how good it is when you cum on me?”

He curses, pulls out fast and you let out a weak little cry at the loss, at the ache he leaves behind.

But then he’s jerking himself over you, his hand wrapped tight around his cock, wrist snapping fast, hips stuttering as he pants over you, chasing his own high.

His head tilts back, bottom lip tucked under his top teeth. A deep, broken moan is ripped straight from his chest as his hips twitch forward and he spills across the curve of your ass in thick, hot ropes. His chain swings with the motion, clinking gently as he fucks his fist through it, painting your skin in messy, perfect streaks.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he groans, his eyes squeezed shut. “You’re… fuck, baby. You’re unreal.”

You’re too far gone to speak.

You stay face-down on the couch for a full minute post-impact, naked and glazed like a donut.

Jungkook exhales somewhere behind you, like he too is processing the life-altering events that just occurred in your living room. You hear his body move as he leans back, chest rising and falling, the distinct sound of a man who just came so hard he forgot his social security number.

There’s cum on your ass. Your hair’s stuck to your cheek. The throw pillow has a bite mark in it. You are not well.

You finally lift your head a fraction of an inch. “I think I just met God.”

Jungkook lets out a soft, post-nut laugh. “Yeah?” he rasps. “Tell him I said hi.”

You look over at him from where you’re sprawled out on the couch, now on your stomach. “…So do I owe you money, or…?”

He snorts. “For what?”

“For fixing my power?” You say it like it’s obvious.. which it should be.

Jungkook leans over and smacks your ass, casual, affectionate. “Nah. This one’s on the house.”

Eventually, he helps you sit up, grabbing the nearest clean towel in your bathroom like this is all completely normal. You look at each other and you don’t know whether to laugh or cry or call your landlord and thank him for being so aggressively useless.

You’ll deal with that later.

Right now, you accept the towel, take a shaky breath. You blink at him, dazed, legs still jelly. “So if I break something else… just a hypothetical, should I call you..?”

He smirks, tugs his pants back up without bothering to button them, and says, “Depends. If you break something else, I expect a personal invitation. No middleman this time.”

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The Pitfalls of Silk (m)

synopsis: The winter gods are out to get you. That could be the only possible explanation for the series of bad luck tumbling before you— tropical vacation cancelled, snow locking you inside. Hell, even your shovel broken in half has got to be the gods playing some sort of trick on you. Pulling you along, making decisions for you as they guide you along the red string of fate. Guide you towards the very spider that found his way into your basement. Allowing him to fall into your heart all the same. -> apart of the rest, relax, reserve series

p.jimin x f.reader

⋆𐙚┊: wc: 20.0k

⋆𐙚┊: genre: hybrid au, soft yandere, soulmate au, romance, fluff, smut, v light angst

⋆𐙚┊: content: spider hybrid!jimin (cobalt blue tarantula), human!reader, soft yandere jimin, dom!jimin, power imbalances, blood, blood kink, injury, mates / mating, stupid misunderstandings, reader is rlly bad at feelings, heat/rut cycles, jealousy, biting/marking, jimin has fangs, brat taming, light subspace, bondage, fingering, breeding / breeding kink, unprotected sex, cumplay, overstimulation, manipulation, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of venom, honestly rlly soft- jimin is just a little off his rocker, so many mentions of the word silk, jimin is soft for reader but also a little perverted freak <\3

⋆𐙚┊: notes: AHHH it’s finally here!!! I’ve had such a bad crush on spider jimin for such a long time. Creating his character over the years in my head— how exactly this type of hybrid would function was so fun for me. This fic (& the others that follow) has been spurred on by my special interest in arthropods so I hope you end up loving this jimin as much as I do <33 mwah I kiss u guys

18+ -> minors / blank blogs dni

The weather has grown cold, too harsh for anyone to live outside— survive. Burly temperatures tumbling through the air in icicles, the entire world painted in white.

While the city was still busy, your quaint neighbourhood had gone completely quiet. Everyone huddled inside, trying to keep warm while they sipped on cocoa. The worst blizzard in generations deciding to tumble through on the exact weekend you were meant to go out of town. Meant to be enjoying a tropical beach with the best of your friends!

But nooo, all of the planes had to stay grounded and you had to be stuck in your house with nothing but chilly embers decorating your fireplace.

You were pissed about it all, to say the least. Annoyed that your vacation had to be cancelled, annoyed at the fact you couldn’t stay warm in the slightest, annoyed that you had to be shovelling snow out of your driveway right now.

Well, attempting to shovel snow would be a better way to put it. In theory it seemed like the right thing to do– try and get your car out just in case, start to clear a path for when you’d finally be able to greet the outside world, triumph over whatever winter gods are trying to keep you locked in your home.

In reality, you could hardly move– three layers of pants, two coats keeping all of your joints locked down. God, and the snow. It was coming down way too hard, piling up faster than you could brush it away. Hurting your cheeks with the freezing temperatures, making your bones throb with want to go back inside.

It is safe to say that you did not succeed. That was an easy enough conclusion to come to with the two halves of your snow shovel in your hands. Eyes staring blankly at the object with utter… you don’t even know the word.

Cheeks flushed red with cold, head lifting to the sky as you blink. What the fuck! How shitty can your shovel be! What the fuck is wrong with the snow!

Okay, maybe you did buy it at the dollar store. But that isn’t the point! Where has quality gone in our nation! Caring about the consumer! Yeah, that was never there to begin with! But still! You like to think that there's a point in that somewhere!

The snow falling on your skin feels like the sky is laughing at you, mocking you. It probably is. Cancelling your trip, forcing you to stay at home into the lonely confines of your small neighbourhood.

Yeah, the world is out to get you, you’ve decided it.

A grumble leaves your throat in annoyance, quiet cusses leaving your lips as your legs try to waddle themselves inside. Layers of clothing restricting every movement you make, joints feeling stiff and bones feeling cold. You are no more than a penguin, are you?

“Stupid fuckin’ shovel, stupid fuckin’ snow…” You huff, slamming the thick oak door behind you. Hoping, in a way, that you could pretend none of the frost was there in the first place.

It’s not that you hate snow– of course not. You don’t like to hate much of anything. But when it’s this deep, this thick, you can’t help the sour mood you fall into. Can’t help the sickly feeling in your gut that it has somehow wronged you simply for existing.

Whatever, not that it matters much. You aren’t mother nature. You can’t change it or your now cancelled– most likely non-refundable plans.

What you can change? A nice warm pizza in your tummy.

You hum to yourself, tapping off your boots before ridding yourself of them entirely. Soon follows your jackets, puddles of water quickly forming on the floor where it falls. Snow melting much too fast now that it is in the warmth of your home.

You stare at it in spite, another way mother nature has wronged you today.

You know what? No, not your problem right now. That is a problem for you later today! The wood would be fine. And if it isn’t?

…

You groan, throwing your head back as you move to the bathroom. The battle of opposing forces inside of your head has won again– being responsible, doing the right thing.

Your hand snatches a towel, “Stupid shovel… stupid snow…” You huff, kneeling on the ground to wipe away the liquid that pooled.

You hang the towel back in the bathroom for it to dry before finally making your way to the kitchen. To finally make the frozen pizza you want– no deserve! Yeah, you’ve had a hard day today, being an adult is too hard sometimes. You deserve a little treat don't you?

Feet scuffling against the floor, fluffy socks dragging along the surface allowing you to quickly slip against the tiled floor. Your hips sway, a quiet hum leaving your lips as your hands move diligently, efficiently. Placing the pizza in the oven, setting the timer, flipping the switch on on the kettle.

Everything happens with practised ease. With movements that leave no room for error. Careful, efficient, the way your parents always taught you. The right way.

If you do everything correctly, things will never go wrong. You’ll never have to worry. When everything is in your control, everything is perfect and content.

It’s too bad the right way never accounts for things out of your control. When the world causes you to tense and get annoyed– when it doesn’t behave the way it's supposed to, like you want it to. Just like stupid shovels and a winter storm no one predicted.

But hey, at least you still have power. Your backup generator is there if you need it. Can still watch your dramas and eat warm food. Keep yourself sane while the insane persits just outside of your door.

Lonely, lonely, lonely winter storm~ whatever shall you do~

Your head begins to sing to itself while you wait. Maybe you already were going insa–

Bang.

What the fuck was that?

Your eyes instantly dart to the basement door wide with fear– the source of the sound.

A crash, a quiet cry, a scurry all sound in quick succession. Too loud to miss. Too loud to ignore. Too distinct to place on anything else.

You know winter noises. The crash of shutters against the window, the influx of snow on glass. The beating of hail against the roof or the creaking of pipes chilled from the cold. The noises you just heard? None of the above. They couldn’t possibly be. They weren’t. They were too… too…

Human.

Shit, shit. Is someone in your basement?! Oh god, oh fuck.

The room, it freezes over.

Your pulse starts to race– hairs raise, stand on end. Breath filtering through your nose as you start to panic. Fingers grip the countertop as you try to ground yourself. Try to figure out a way to escape this.

If horror movies have taught you anything– it’s how to run. Grab everything you can, high tail it out before you become victim to the unknown lurking just below the surface of your floorboards. Before you can be possessed or worse, chased down by some mass murdering clown.

That would be the smart thing to do– the wise thing. To get out of your house as quickly as possible, call the police to investigate it for you before you have to become the ‘final girl’ of a movie franchise of your own.

But the storm, the storm would never allow for the right thing.

The police would never make it in time, the roads far too hazardous to truly reach you. If they did, you would already have frostbite from the cold outside by the time they made it. You might be worse off than before–

At least, that’s what you tell yourself. The reasoning formulated in your head as you grab a broom from the closet, slowly make your way to the basement door. Completely ignoring the nagging feeling in your gut, the one that tells you that you actually want to travel down the stairs. A string tugging you along a path predetermined, forcing you to forego anything you had thought before.

No, your line of reasoning had to be the object pulling you down those stairs, creaking with every slow, nagging step that you take. It could never be curiosity, a want to understand the unknown guide leading you astray from the dirt road you’ve taken time and time again.

The right road that would lead to the right solution is all but forgotten in this moment. Only adrenaline spurring you on, fingers clenching and unclenching around the broom handle in your grip. Fingers tied so tight around the metal that your knuckles may as well be white.

You're terrified– scared out of your mind. The only noise passing through the drums of your ears is your own pulse, the accelerated beat of your heart as you try to clear the fog that dances over your brain. Fear must be clouding your judgement, making you follow it blindly into the light; well, dark.

Your breath leaps from your chest in short pants, eyes haphazardly harding around your form as you make it to the bottom of the stairs. Something is keeping your legs moving when all your brain wants to do is turn back and run. Call the authorities like you should be doing instead of risking everything to satiate the incessant need pulling at the back of your skull. Acting on instincts alone, allowing the string of fate to tug you around the corner. The urge to investigate is stronger than anything you had ever felt before. Anything you’ve ever wanted to feel before.

He sees you before you see him.

“P-please..” The quiet, almost non-existent voice sends a chill down your spine. One you were not expecting in the slightest.

Terrified, panicked. Shaking like a leaf, eyes welled with tears. It’s almost like he knew you were coming down all along, just… didn’t know what to do about it. Too scared to move, too scared to hide. Too scared to do anything but sit there and wait.

Just as petrified as you.

Nothing about the scene before you is making much sense at all. Not to you, at least. Why is he so scared? Why is he in your home? Why isn’t he doing anything but sitting there with pleading, helpless eyes? You try to take everything in, try to fit the pieces of the picture together.

Basement window opened slightly, just enough to allow the man— was he a man? To climb inside. Pretty blonde hair completely dishevelled on his head, grime coating what you know would be such pretty locks. Eyes with double pupils brimmed with tears threatening to spill at any second. Pink plush lips quivering with worry, fangs biting into them so hard you fear they may bleed. No, they are bleeding.

He is definitely not a man. Nor is he a beast. An intoxicating swirl of the two combined into a species of hybrid you’ve never seen before.

The first thought in your head is one it shouldn’t be. One that makes your heart stop for entirely different reasons than before. Makes you drop the broom in your hands, allowing it to fall to the ground with a clatter. Defences dropped completely in the face of the stranger before you.

He only flinches at the noise, blood covered hands reaching in panic to cover his all too sensitive ears.

Any worries have left you– something seeded deep within your soul tells you he isn’t a threat in the slightest. Not to you, at least. Never to you. Maybe it is the same string as before pulling you along. Pulling you to what destiny has provided.

He is absolutely gorgeous. Even with the grime and his pale complexion from the cold you can tell that easily. He might just be the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen, and you find lost in yourself what to do about it.

What is anyone meant to do when a drop dead gorgeous hybrid enters their home in the middle of a blizzard? Just as scared as you were moments before? Looking like he might freeze to death if you don’t–

Holy shit he must be frozen solid.

It’s only then that you come to your senses, your eyes racking over him once more as you take in all of him for more than just the beauty he brings.

His clothes are thin– far too thin for this weather at least. Tattered on the edges, few stains spotting the fabric, though its clear effort was spent trying to get them out. Your mind wants to wonder why he would worry about that, worry about making himself appear presentable, but raking your vision down you know there is no time for it. Not with the blood on his palms or the red of his flesh.

Your body moves quicker than your brain can think, crouching down in front of him. Noticing the way he flinches once more, the fear in his eyes more palpable, hurting worse than a gunshot wound.

The constriction of your chest is dumb, or at least it should be. Feels almost benign, unfounded. You just met him, you're scaring him, but for an unexplainable reason you wish you could take all of his worry away just for that moment. Make him feel a little better, a little warm. A little safe.

“It’s okay… it’s okay…” Your voice mumbles, trying to soothe him or yourself, you’re not entirely sure.

“I-I’m sorry… pl-please don’t.. It’s just so cold… Please…” He begs, though neither of you are sure what for. Not to hurt him, not to send him back outside. All you know is the tears that now flow from his eyes, cresting along his cheeks, dripping to the floor.

“Not going anywhere…” You hope your voice sounds stronger than you feel, hope he can’t hear the way the strings of your heart break, hope he hears how much you care in your tone all along, “Trust me a little okay…?”

You know your words mean nothing, that it might have been an impossible task for him to do so. But you had to try. Had to hope.

It should be hard for you to trust him too, it should be hard to rectify your fear in the face of the one who had caused it. It isn’t the right thing– none of this is the right thing, but it all just comes too easily. Compassion, caring takes over the anxiety too easily. Too brilliantly to do anything else other than care for this hybrid that has wound up at your door.

He was just a scared hybrid doing whatever he needed to to survive. Terrified out of his mind that he would freeze or starve out there– probably had no burrow or… you’re not sure, honestly, what his home might be like. But no home nevertheless. You could never just send another person out there to die.

He stiffens as you reach out for him, gently take his hands in your own. They feel like ice, frozen solid. You don't want to acknowledge what could have happened to them if he was out there any longer.

Without thinking you raise them to your lips, blowing on them as best you can. Trying to do anything to get the blood flowing again before you take him upstairs. Warm him up properly. Make him feel like more than a snowman once again.

You don’t notice the way his form completely loses all stress as you touch him for the first time, speak to him the first time. He feels transfixed on your voice– it had to be too sweet to be real. But you were too focused on your mission. Too focused on making sure the man who has broken into your home is okay to notice the way his lips part slightly at your tone.

You don’t notice the way his breath hitches, the way all of his hair stands on edge as a current runs through his body, breathing life into every pore he possesses. Nor the way his eyes widen, losing their will to cry as he stares at you.

Don’t notice the recognition on his face.

You don’t notice a lot of things he does that day. Too focused on getting him into a warm shower– one he was very confused by, you might add. Too focused on getting a warm meal in his belly. Too focused on getting him in nice, clean clothes. A set that will properly keep him warm.

You could worry about other things later. But this felt right. This felt like something you were always meant to do. Or maybe that was just the size of your heart talking– you could never be too sure. But you liked to think it was the former. Liked to hope that Jimin, who you later learned was a spider hybrid, was always meant to come tumbling through your window, into your life for good.

The days that follow are easy– falling into a rhythm with him, taking care of him is just too simple. As basic as breathing, maybe.

Though, it hasn’t exactly been hard with how much he sleeps. How deep he’s nestled in your bed, blankets piled on top of him to drown out any chills that may attempt to slip into his bones. It’s almost like hibernation– if you could describe it. Re-building his energy, making himself feel strong again before he faces the world.

You can’t blame him, honestly. Not after everything he’s been through. Only god knows how long he had been out there. How long he had to brave the snowstorm, the cold weather that previewed it as well. You would probably do the same thing. Hide yourself from everything that hurt you.

Most days you wish you could be doing the exact same thing as him. Hide under a pile of blankets and forget the rest of the world exists. But the voice of your parents would always nag you out of it, force you to be human with the rest of society because it's the right thing.

You humph, gently placing a plate of food on the bedside table. Let him occupy your room for as long as he needs, preparing meals for him even though he never touches a bit of it. It’s the least you can do with his condition.

You don’t think you’ve ever wanted to stop someone's pain so badly. You hope you can by just doing small things like this. You sigh, heading for the door once again. Another day on the couch.

“Human…?” His voice is quiet, almost non-existent as he calls for you. Cracking slightly, the first time he's spoken in days.

You quickly turn to face him and almost want to fall to your knees at the sight. Fluffy blonde hair peeking from just below the covers, doll eyes peering at you while the rest of him stays hidden beneath the surface. Does he know how destructive he is?

Wait, no. Now isn’t the time to be thinking about this. He’s letting his defences down, actually talking to you. Stop it.

“Hmm?” You gently call back, glued to your spot in the doorway. You don’t know what he would do if you moved, how startled he may be because of it. You want to talk to him– to find answers.

“What time is it…?” He slowly asks, pacing his question. You notice a slight lisp behind his words– how much of an effort he puts to cover it up.

“Mmm.. about 1? I made myself some lunch so I was just stopping by.” You explain, trying to justify your presence in the room.

“Oh.” He looks beneath the blankets, eyes darting around the room, “Okay. Thank you.”

It seems neither of you are great conversationalists, awkward air passing between the space left between your bodies. You don’t blame him. You don’t know what you would be thinking, feeling if you were in the same place as him. If you didn’t really know what your fate was going to be.

“How are you feeling?” You ask quietly, playing with your fingers to distract from the nerves that you feel. As much as you want to jump, pin him down and ask every single thing your heart begs for, you know that isn't the right thing to do. You know you should be slow, careful with this. At least, that's what the articles online have told you.

“Better…” His voice comes out smoother this time, finally coming out of sleep as he sits up in the bed. Gently taking the plate into his lap, scrunching his nose. “It’s not cold in here like out there.”

You can’t help but smile to yourself. He seems so relaxed, so at ease. Not scared in the slightest of you or what you may do. You forget all about the fact that you should probably be scared of him too.

“Not really,” You smile gently, eyes glancing at the window as he starts to eat, “I was really worried about you, scared me bad.”

You don’t see the flush that covers his cheeks.

“I-I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to… your window was the first one I could get through and I knew I couldn’t take the storm anymore so I–”

“Hey, It’s fine.” You turn your attention back to him, “I’m just glad you’re okay, yeah? It must’ve been terrifying out there.”

“It was.” He doesn’t hesitate in answering in the slightest, eyes serious as they focus on you. They’re beautiful, really. His eyes.

“I’m sorry…”

He shakes his head, “Not your fault human, I left the reserve. My fault.” He tells you in earnest, wanting you to believe it with every piece of your soul that you could never do anything to hurt him, “Come sit?”

The question is quiet, but you oblige nonetheless. Legs moving you slowly, perching at the end of the bed to face him. Kicking your legs slightly as you stare at the pattern of your sweats.

“The reserve?” You ask, turning slightly to face him. His face is suddenly smiling, nodding at your question. He must like the place a lot, see it as home for him to become so excited.

“Yeah! Where I live,” He explains, continuing to shovel food into his mouth as he speaks, “They say humans can't hurt you there, you get to hunt like in the wild too.”

He hums, content in talking about the one place he has ever found comfort in, found friends in. You can’t help but smile as he speaks, too.

“Yeah? It sounds really nice.” He’s nodding his head once again, as quickly as he can.

“There are lots of other arthropods to play with there. Lot’s of food. Sometimes the humans that visit will give you some too, but they’re normally scared of me.” He suddenly looks serious, eyes coming to meet yours once again, “You’re not scared of me, right?”

You jerk your head back, brows furrowing together in confusion. How could someone be scared of someone like Jimin? You’ve only known him for a matter of days and you doubt that you could ever be.

“Of course not.” You tell him, gently reaching a hand over to place on his knee. He doesn’t flinch away like you expect him to. “You just needed some help, we all need help sometimes.”

He smiles, the serious demeanour retracting from his face in an instant. Back to smiling down at his food happily. The silence doesn’t feel as awkward anymore, at least you don't think it does. It makes you happy, stretching on as he continues to eat like a man starved. He probably is, days of not eating and only sleeping.

“Why did you leave it?” You tilt your head, staring out the window once more. Few snowflakes trickle against the blue sky, “I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. But I figure if we’re going to be together through the storm–”

“You’re not gonna kick me out?” His face is awestruck, fork dropping to the plate in surprise. What is he talking about? Kick him out? In this weather?

You quickly shake your head, hand slowly pulling itself back from your knee. He whines in protest, quickly trying to force himself back under your heat. The touch of your hand warmed him up more than anything else in this room– more than the blankets, more than the heater or the warm towels.

His hand tangles itself with your own, pulls you back to his covered knee. Keeps your hand in place with his own while he uses the other to eat. Good. This is better. He likes it when you touch him. The way your small hand feels wrapped in his own.

Makes the tips of his fingers tingle, warmth spread throughout his skin. This is right. This is good.

“Why would I kick you out?” You ask in disbelief, either unnoticing or uncaring to the way he holds your hand– he’s unsure. Not that it matters much! “It’s too cold for anyone out there. I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

He smiles, the pit of his stomach only warming more at your words, “Good.”

“We have to wait for the snow to melt to drive you ba–” He cuts you off once again, not wanting to think about going back. At least not without you.

“My friend Taehyung leaves a lot,” He begins to explain, fingers squeezing your own as his palm lays heavy against the back of your hand, “He always talks about how fun it is. All the cool things he gets to see, you know?”

He places his plate to the side while he talks, licking one of his fangs gently. You don’t want to think about how handsome he looks while he does such an action.

“So I wanted to try it out, but we’re not really supposed to leave, you know? ‘Cause then we’re not protected.” You nod along, “And I don’t really have wings to fly out so… I had to wait until they weren’t really paying attention.”

“And that just happened to line up right before the snowstorm was supposed to hit.” You finish for him and he nods, looking down at his lap, “That has gotta be such shitty luck, Jimin. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s really not, you just wanted to go out and experience new things and you almost ended up dead.” You frown at him, trying to get the man to understand the gravity of what may have happened. He simply shakes his head, plush lips tilted into a small smile just for you.

“I said it’s okay.” He tries to make you believe it, leaning closer. Feeling nothing like the stranger he was only days before. “I got to meet you, so it was all worth it.”

Mate. Mate. Mate.

Jimin has a mate that he’s going to be with someday. Someone he’s going to fall in love with. Someone he’s meant to be with, be happy with for the rest of his life. Someone that isn’t you. You really need to accept that and move on from this stupid fucking crush you’ve developed. One that will amount to nothing but heartbreak.

All hybrids have them– Jimin is not excluded from that. You know it’s true. Know it’s so true that you can hardly breathe but he just makes it so easy, too fucking easy to fall for him.

He takes care of the house, cleans it for you whenever there is a mess. Does the dishes after dinner. Takes out the trash. Tells the spiders in the yard not to mess with you– okay, you’re not entirely sure he does that last one. But he is adamant he can speak to them, and who are you to rain on his little spidey parade.

As the seasons change and the months pass, he only makes it easier and easier. Fitting into your life like he was the only piece missing. Filling in all of the bits and pieces you never knew you needed, wrapping silk around your heart and pulling it tight before you could ever think about letting him go.

Even as the months heat and his deep blue roots grow out from his bleached hair, he has no desire to the place he once called home. The reserve quickly pushed aside every time you try to bring it up. Saying he likes it better here, that this is now his home.

To be honest, nothing makes you more happy. Nothing in the world could possibly make you feel better than Jimin. His little webs he places in the corners, the soft way he clings to you when he becomes needy, the way he likes to show you any bugs he catches before he eats them. You’re not sure you could continue in your life without it.

Yet still, still. You’re not sure if this is right. The right thing, the right way to go about it all.

You often fear that you’re keeping him from what he really wants, if he actually wants to go back but feels indebted to you in some way. If that’s the only reason he actually sticks around.

You worry you’re being selfish in that regard. And then once again you find yourself spiralling into the void of questions you could never have answered. Feelings that will always be unaccounted for because Jimin has a mate.

Or at least, will have one. Someday. And you’re not sure if you could handle that day coming. Not in the warm heat of spring, flowers blooming alongside feelings for an arachnid that has entered your life.

One that has no intention of leaving your side anytime soon, if he has anything to say about it.

But nothing, nothing in the world could prepare you for this. What could prepare the thrum of your heart or the butterflies in your tummy? You never expected him to hold you this close, keep your body pressed against his own in the small space of the coat closet. Keep his face tucked away in your neck, whining in pain at something you could never think to discern.

So quickly you were pulled away, without a second to waste you were dragged onto his lap. One second kicking off your shoes, covered in mud from gardening, the next a hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you into the dark confines. Only Jimin there to cover up your scream, lips delicately pressed to your ear uttering a quiet please. Voiced laced with a whine so pained you couldn’t help but join him without a second to spare.

A thought to think– a debate on whether this is right to do or not, for yourself and your own heart.

“Min? Min, what’s wrong?” It’s the only thing you can think to ask, pulling him away from your neck, making his head face your own. Hands gently cupping either cheek as your eyes attempt to make out the features of his face.

It’s too dark, you can’t see anything. The only answer he gives is in the form of a pained groan, not even his eyes reaching you through the darkness. You start to panic, feel the nerves along your spine light up in trepidation.

He’s hurt. He has to be. What happened? Is he okay? He’s never acted like this before. Not with you. Never before has he seemed so hurt, so dishevelled save for the night you first met him.

Just before this the two of you were gardening, mid-morning sun shining bright overhead. A light breeze passing through the trees keeping the two of you cool. That was it! He only went inside a few minutes before you, a few minutes alone and he was already hurt this bad.

Oh god, you never want him to hurt. To be in pain. It hurts your heart just as bad as it hurts him, if not worse.

You’ve fallen a lot farther than you thought.

“Min, let me just turn on the lights okay? Let me see what’s wrong.” You try to coax him, try to kneel from his lap to reach the string above you. Panic flooding through you as he keeps you snug, keeps you from helping him.

You stop your struggle, veins running cold as he lets out a sharp, violent hiss. A sound he’s never made before, never dare uttered towards you– around you in general. It leaves you nervous, scared for entirely different reasons than before.

But one thing is clear from the way his fingers dig into the skin of your wrist almost painfully. The same wrist that was reaching for the string. He doesn’t want you to turn on the light.

“Okay…okay I won’t…” You tell the arachnid, slowly lowering yourself back onto his lap. Letting go of the struggle, letting go of the resistance. It isn’t what he needs right now, isn’t what he wants.

His grip loosens, arms returning to their place around your waist. Holding you close. Keeping you in his arms. His face nuzzles back into your neck, inhaling deeply with every breath he takes. Smelling you. Imprinting the memory of it in his brain.

“What if I use my flashlight…? Would that be okay?” Once again, the response is a much short, quieter hiss. A lot less defensive, angry than the first. Just a sign of dismissal.

“Okay…” You say quietly, bringing one arm behind him to gently run through his hair. Scratching his scalp in a way that always has him preening, “Can you please tell me what's wrong? So I can help…? Please…”

Your voice is quiet, almost a beg as you ask him. He squeezes your body tighter in response. Would’ve basked in the tone you gave him if not for the pounding behind his eyelids. Still, he knows if he’s going to get you to stay, he has to talk. No matter how much it hurts.

A whine leaves his lips, nose running along the column of your neck as he tries to scent you, “Hurts.”

He answered, his voice shaky and quiet, but it gives you nothing.

“I know Min, I know…” You hush quietly, trying to consol something that you do not have the answer to. Your other hand slowly starts to soothe up and down his back, trying to relax the poor boy enough to speak.

“The light. Hurt eyes. Head Hurts.” He gruffs out, burying his face into your skin to block out any other source that he could.

Your lips part in a soft ‘o’ as the picture becomes clear to you. Staying outside too long, helping you in the garden had come at a cost to the poor spider in the form of a splitting headache.

How could you have been so dumb to let him help you? The articles you’ve read, the pieces you’ve tried to put together to understand the man in your life– they told you as much. How delicate some species' eyes could be but… Jimin never seemed to have that issue before. Never mentioned it, anyway. He doesn’t mention a lot about himself.

You frown.

“Min, I’m so sorry…”

He only grumbles in reply, blunt nails digging into the back of your shirt to keep himself grounded. To keep his head from pounding any louder.

“Let me– Let me go get you some Ibuprofen, yeah?” You hope the sound of your voice isn’t making everything worse. If it does, he doesn’t say anything, only shaking his head, burrowing it further under your hair.

“Just… stay.” He sighs in defeat, shoulders relaxing as he holds you close. He doesn’t need medicine. He doesn’t need anything else. He just needs you. Why can’t you understand that?

“I’ll–” You breathe, trying to force the flush of your cheeks to disappear. He can see in the dark, you know that much. You wouldn’t want him seeing this. The effect he has over you. Doesn’t he know how dangerous he is?

“I’ll stay.”You sigh in defeat, unaware to the pride that blooms in his chest at the battle won. The quiet chirp from his throat that he has you here, with him. Where you’re meant to be.

Hours pass just like that, just the two of you wrapped in each other's arms. No words spoken but quiet requests to know the other is okay. That the other is safe. Even as your muscles begin to cramp, bones start to become sore you don’t dare to move. Don’t dare to do a thing when you are the only one that matters to him right now.

Jimin makes it so easy to pretend.

Especially as his migraine begins to lift, as the conversation between two souls becomes more frequent. As he moves your body to the side so your head can rest against his chest. As his fingers smoothe over the skin of your thigh, rubbing gentle, comforting circles into your flesh.

“And then Namjoon, you know how bad a flyer he is, ran straight into the director of the park. Made her spill her whole coffee all over.” He smiles to himself as he tells the story of the bee hybrid, eyes heavy as he looks down at your form. So cute and small, “and you know what he said?”

You shake your head, “what?”

“‘You need some honey?’” He recites, dipping his voice in a deeper octave to mimic what you can only assume to be Namjoon’s. His voice falling into quiet giggles, you quickly follow suit. Laughing at stories of friends, feeling at home in the dark closet.

You don’t care how long the two of you have been in there. Only that he isn’t in pain anymore.

“I’m glad you’re okay now.” You tell him, eyes feeling heavy, the soothing tremor of his voice vibrating in his chest making your head start to fog. Inklings of sleep slipping into your frame. Head lulling back against him, looking up at him with sleepy eyes.

He nods, his throat constricting at just how perfect you look there, fingers teetering on the brink of digging into your skin once more. “Feeling a lot better… my vision is still a little spotty but it's okay.”

You pout. He has to hold back a coo. Too cute. Do you even know how cute you are when you get like this? Probably not.

“No, it’s not okay. I should have known. Told you to go back inside so you don’t get hurt. I don’t like it when you get hurt.”

His heart pounds once, twice before he releases a shaky exhale. Do you know what you do to him when you talk like that? When you show him just how much you care?

The level of restraint he has, it has to be impressive. If he was Taehyung, he would have taken you right there. Wrapped your arms in webs so you couldn’t move. Mate you without a second thought.

Seriously, what did you think you were doing? Talking to him like that? Making him feel like he’s going insane, a few short strings from breaking free and just taking you to his nest. Keeping you there.

You can’t say things like that to him. Not with how innocent you look, with how terribly he already wants you.

A harsh breath comes out of his nose as he forces the thoughts away. He’s not Taehyung. He’s not going to take you for his own selfish desires alone. No, he’s going to keep lulling you into his web like he knows you want. Knows you need. Keep being a good little spider for you.

“I should have told you.” He says quietly, lips coming down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, “Couldn’t have known my species is sensitive like that.”

You hum in quiet annoyance, “Still… read online about some glasses that can help some insects manage light… should have bought them.”

A courting gift? No no, you don’t know what that is. No matter what his spider screams he knows that isn’t true.

He sighs, he needs a distraction. Something to calm the voice in his head screaming at him to kiss you.

Your leg kicks out gently as he starts, feeling like nothing but a feather tickling across your skin. Gentle silks laying across the surface from his wrists, spinnerets hard at work to produce the webbing he places on your thigh.

He huffs quietly, a smirk of a laugh coming out as he moves your leg back, “Tickles?” He asks, an amused lilt present in his voice. Oh god, he’s going to start teasing you again. He loves teasing you.

“What are you doing?” You ask quietly, eyes glancing down to where his fingers move expertly. Thread after thread moving through his fingers, decorating your skin as he draws pictures. Paints flowers, sunsets, anything he can think of really across the canvas of your thigh.

“Just drawing… calms me down.” Marking you, claiming you. Showing every other arthropod that this one is his, this one is Jimins’. Well, at least for the next 3 days when the stick wears off. “Do you want me to stop?”

A tingle runs through your spine as he works, eyes not able to leave his hands for even a second. Your stomach swarms with what has to be a hive of bees, your core bubbling with something you don’t want to describe or think about.

You just hope he can’t smell you. Can’t hear the race of your heart, the increase in breath. The flush on your cheeks that travels all the way to your ears.

He can.

“N-no… It’s okay. I want you to feel better so… do what you need to do.” You mumble, trying to get your feelings to calm down before you fully lose it.

You have to buy those glasses.

Being a spider is just too difficult!

At least that’s what Jimin has told you time and time again over the past 8 months you’ve spent with him. Cold, icy months blossoming into the summer heat with him by your side. With him making residence in your home, cementing his place in your life without any regards for going back to his original home.

It’s too hard for him out there anyway! People at the park think you’re scary so they won’t give you any snacks, security removes your webs when they become too prominent around the landscape. Something about having to “give other spiders a chance” and them “taking up too much space.”

Can you believe them?! All the time and effort he put into his pretty webs, gone in a flash! The strain the sun caused his eyes, the pounding headaches he endured stringing up pieces of silk along the trees, creating a beautiful orchestra of white to claim his territory.

Thank god he doesn’t have to deal with that anymore, at least. Ever since you bought him those sunglasses, making webs outside has never been easier. Catching prey so much easier than ever before.

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the sight of him eating the bugs he catches, but who are you to yuck his yum? You know all of the things he’s had to endure as a spider. Everything he’s convinced the world hates him for simply based on his breed alone. The least you can do is show kindness around his diet.

That’s how you end up rubbing his back in soothing circles time and time again, fangs piercing a stuffed animal or piece of fruit– anything he can get his hands on really, as he whines, flinches as he spits out all of his venom.

His venom is one of the worst things he’s had to deal with, you’ve learned. It builds up behind his teeth, waiting to be used on a waiting victim when there is no such thing. No exit point for the liquid to flow.

His fangs begin to ache, begging to pierce something just to release all of the pent up tension in his gums. It hurts too bad, too much to just keep it inside. So once a month, you find yourself in the same position, trying to help him relieve the aggression with soothing, gentle words as he spits the venom out in a way you can only imagine is unsatisfying. Leaving his fangs sensitive and achy for days to come.

In general, his fangs seem to be a point of special contention within the hybrid. They’re too pointy, cause too many issues. The extended canines digging into his plush lower lip just a little too hard making every movement just a little too uncomfortable. God, and he has to worry about brushing them to perfection– keep them pretty for his mate.

At least, that’s what he tells you.

The rest of the world hurts him. You don’t.

Today especially. At least that's what you can assume by the stretch of his arms, the whine bubbling from the back of his throat. His arms reaching for your form, beckoning you, calling you to join him on the couch. All worked up, acting like a wounded puppy that needs nursing just to get your attention.

It always works. Always will.

Some would say he’s become more pushy— more desperate for your attention, forcing it from your grasp without realizing it yourself. That’s what your friends have told you. How easily you fit into the palm of his hand with no more than a simple gesture coaxing you forward into his sweet embrace, never noticing the glares he sends others who enter your home.

No, you would deny all of it. Listen when he tells you that you don’t need your friends anyway. It just feels so good to be needed by him, wanted by him in a way you can never have him. In whatever way he’s willing to give.

r weakness than ever before. No matter how much you’ve tried to avoid it, how much you’ve tried to do the right thing and shove the stupid, pesky feelings down, he’s managed to twist himself into the confines of your heart. Filling a deep hole inside with his pretty silks and crooked little teeth. Takes up a lot more space then you’d ever be willing to admit. Not to him, anyway. Not when he could find his mate any day now.

You’ve been thinking about it more and more lately– the prospect of his mate. It’s difficult not to when he treats you so kindly. When he creeps in your bed at night to cold you, when he reaches out for your comfort alone. When he graces your neck with his fangs his lips–

You drop the dishes back in the sink, shoving your thoughts back into the deep dark recesses of your mind. Maybe if you can be his comfort for now, that will be enough. Even if it isn’t right.

Maybe that’s just how far you’ve fallen, how much he’s tangled you in his embrace. Not that it matters much, you smile all the same. Abandoning your task on only his third whine and fourth dramatic roll of the night. Giving in is so easy when it’s him.

But! It’s a new record for how long you’ve held out! Even got two stomps out of him. You should be proud of yourself.

Maybe you are, though it's for different reasons entirely as Jimin grabs at your wrists, pulling you down beside him. Nudging his face into the crook of your neck with a quiet, pained whine.

You like to ignore those other reasons. They’ll only hurt more if you face them head on. But it's hard to, so hard when he’s this close. When he’s holding you like you may just be the very thing from shattering his world apart.

Or maybe you’re over thinking things.

Yeah. It’s probably that.

“Y/n…” You feel his lips ghost your neck as he whines, wiggling slightly in discomfort.

His duality is always impressive, has been making your brain go a little haywire since he first moved in, since he became more comfortable in your presence. Letting you see him for what he really is. Always playing so cute, so pliant when he needs something– attention, food, for you to just give in and give him what he wants.

Other times he acts as if he could be the reincarnation of Arachne herself. Beautiful, deceptive. Terrifyingly aware of how attractive he is to the human eye. You think he does it on purpose. Likes to see your head spin as you try to keep up with which apparition of Jimin you will experience that day.

He doesn’t know how dangerous it can be, especially for you. How easy it can be to believe that it's real and not just the flirt of his personality. At least you have cute Jimin for now. It’s a little easier to manage.

“You okay Minnie? Something happen?” Your arm reaches up for where he clings to it, fingers gently petting through his fluffy blonde hair. The action seems to soothe him, make him almost pur from the feeling of your fingers alone. Make him feel the slightest bit better from whatever might be irritating him.

He forces his wrists onto your lap, nuzzles his face further into your neck. Inhale all the scents you have to offer. Let you see the issue of spiders.

The tiny holes of his spinnerets come into view, red and inflamed. Shit. They have to be hurting. The skin jutting out slightly more than it should be. Pretty strings of silk hanging in a messy manner. Clogged glands always hurt. Always make for issues.

You frown at the sight, delicately taking his wrist into your hand, looking at it closer. No, not too bad you have to take him to the doctor… you can handle it fine. But it won’t feel good, it never does. Dummy must’ve gotten too excited while webbing up the basement again, got his poor spinnerets working too hard. Overproducing silk to the point it has nowhere to go.

“Min!” You whine, already grabbing a pair of tweezers from the side-table– you’ve learned it’s always good to have a pair on-hand. “I told you that you gotta be more careful!”

“I know!” He hisses almost pathetically, “Just got ahead of myself!”

His voice is no more than a grumble, turning his head away from you yet not pulling away in the slightest. Pretending he hates when you scold him, when you show just how much you care about him.

You pretend it isn’t cute in much the same way.

“Always end up getting ahead of yourself,” You sigh dramatically, acting as if having to take care of the arachnid bothers you more than it actually does. Truth be told, you don’t care in the slightest. Who knows, maybe it even makes you preen in delight.

Feeling wanted as your fingers try to be as gentle as possible while removing the silk. Pulling out the little pieces strand by strand, work out the knot it's made under the skin to try and bring him some relief.

Though, no matter how careful you may be, he still flinches in pain all the same. Trying to cover it up like it was nothing, like every poke and prod doesn’t hurt. Like he can be tough under your gentle hands and pained gaze. He knows it has to be done and no matter how much you hate to see him in pain, you do too.

The dull ache will grow worse and worse, could even turn into an infection if you don't handle it as fast as possible. Worst case? He may have to have his spinnerets removed completely. A fate that feels worse than death to a spider hybrid– or so you’ve read at least.

Soon after he came into your life you did everything in your power to learn as much about his species as possible. Scoured webpage upon webpage, blog post on blog post, youtube video after youtube video. Even went down the sticky threads of a reddit rabbithole to try and learn everything about him.

The only thing you found: how horrible arthropod hybrids are treated in your society. Either sold at auction for absurd prices or cast aside completely depending on how “inhuman” they look. How they are used as tools to show wealth or are discarded from the rest of the world completely. The notion alone had pissed you off to no end.

Jimin was a member of the latter group– or at least that’s what you assumed. From behind no one would be able to tell he was any less than human. His lack of multiple limbs or fluttering wings left him to the devices of the reserve. Probably cast aside, dropped off by the people that raised him for not providing anything that went along with their definition of ‘value’.

Your eyes pinch into a quiet glare. They’re just fucking stupid. Anyone could see that Jimin is perfect. Anyone could see that he did not deserve the treatment he's received, nor deserved to be in the state he was in when you first found him.

And while you’re glad he didn’t end up with anyone else, still didn’t end up in an auction house like many others had, you hate them for thinking they could define his value. That they could define him for more than what he lacked. He still has beautiful fangs. Still has beautiful eyes and his natural cobalt-blue hair. He is still perfect to you.

A sharp hiss leaves his lips, arm attempting to jerk back from your hold as your grip tightens just a hair too hard. As you accidentally tug on a far too sensitive part of the knot. Getting a little too lost in your head while your fingers pick away diligently. Trying to ease the pain as fast as you can.

“Human!” He whines, quickly shushed by a flurry of apologies leaving your mouth. Face flushed, panic in your eyes as he admonishes you.

Once again you’re reminded all too well of how far you’ve fallen for him. Heart racing, brain yelling at itself for hurting him.

It’s dumb, you know that. Everything about the schoolgirl crush you’ve formed on him is. But it doesn’t stop the frown on your lips, the gentle rub of your fingers into his skin as you try to make it up to him.

A quiet grumble leaves his lips, heart hurting at the little dejected expression you wear. He forgives better than he forgets, moving his arms back to the pillow propped on your lap, allowing you to continue your work.

A pout stays on his lips as he watches your hands move. Watches the way the tweezers move under the thin layer of skin. Watches the way you move softer now, taking your time with him. Trying your utmost to not hurt him again.

To you it feels far too intimate. To him, it leaves him almost feral.

“Been working really hard on them lately, haven’t you?” Your voice sounds, trying to distract him or yourself from wandering thoughts– you’re not sure. He’s almost clean– almost all better so you can stop playing nurse. Get a warm washcloth to soothe the skin, take away any ache that lasts from the overused glands.

He nods, “Autumn is coming up…” He mumbles, the words leaving his lips in almost a shy fashion. Like it’s a secret that isn’t a secret at all in the coy fashion he knows you adore.

He knows all too well all of the things that make your stomach flutter. Listens to your heart beat like it’s his favourite song, the flush of your cheeks his favourite painting. Every little twitch of your lip or tap of your feet he catches with ease. You are his favourite everything.

You’ve become far more interesting than any book, far more gorgeous than any actress. Learned to read you better than yourself.But he supposes that would happen to any hybrid who had to wait as long as him, endure as much as he has.

Humans are tricky things, you know? You have to wait and wait and wait just for them to finally give into what they really want. Play the long game to win a prize at the end like he wants, deserves.

He’ll win it soon. August.

“Mmm? Having a contest with the house spiders or something?” You giggle, an effort to try and keep the atmosphere as light as possible. Try to distract from any pain he may be feeling at the moment.

Jimin is convinced he can speak to them– the house spiders that you allow to stay in the corners of your house. Another one of Jimin’s pitfalls that you couldn’t help but wonder into. He claims that they’re his friends, that he talks to them all the time. You, on the other hand, are unconvinced. They probably just use him for food!

“How did you know?! Who told you!” He gasps in mock surprise, head dipping low to rest on your shoulder before he continues, “No, not this time…they all know I would win anyway.”

“I know you would,” He doesn’t allow you in the basement to look at them, at least he hasn’t in the last month, but you’ve seen plenty strung around the house. Dotted in the corners of each room, his way of claiming territory. “You’ve always got such pretty silk.”

His face flushes– he knows you can’t see it. It’s good if you don’t, better if you have no clue how much your words affect him. Exactly how much those words mean to him.

Hopefully you will soon enough. Hopefully, if things go according to plan, you’ll know a lot of things. But right now you just need to stay a little clueless. Just for a little longer.

That’s what he promises to himself.

“What’s happening in autumn then?” You ask, finally pulling the last bit of silk from his left wrist. Both finally clean, finally working like they should be.

Taking each wrist into one of your hands, your thumbs find the openings to the spinnerets. Fingers rubbing gentle, soothing circles into the flesh. Your version of a little makeshift massage. One that always causes him to fall apart under. Spine slumping, mouth parting slightly as he watches your fingers work. His brain going a little empty along with the soothing motion of your fingertips.

Another thing that you don’t understand the intimacy of. The extent of what your touch means to him. How terribly it makes him want to bite you.

His voice is a pitch lower than before. You can’t help but notice the way his breath stutters in his throat at the gentle movement of your thumbs. The way his pupils expand ever so slightly. The way he leans into your touch, avoids eye contact at all costs.

You can’t help the blush that dusts your cheeks, the flutter of your ribcage. The way you keep going just because you know it’s making him feel good.

Stop it! You’re thinking in a bad way again! It isn't right! It’s just from the massage, the relief after his spinnerets are cleared! God, you can’t think about him like this. Can’t do this to yourself! Calm down, seriously. None of this is a big deal.

You know he can hear fast your heart is beating regardless of the argument going on inside of your brain.

“Autumn is mating season.” Your thumbs stutter.

Oh. That is something all of the articles definitely neglected to tell you. They didn’t tell you anything about… that aspect of spiders. Not that they explained much to begin with but certainly nothing about breeding.

You can’t help the way your grip tightens, trying to find purchase– stability at the revelation. Heart thrumming in your chest faster, more aggravated than before. The chill that travels down your spine with the hum of his voice so close to your ear.

Can’t help the sinch of jealousy that finds you either.

Fuck, you hate that he’s smirking– without even looking at his face you can tell! You know he can hear the exact pitter-patter of your heart, any little sound or smell you let out he can easily pick up. Knows your exact emotions before you know them yourself.

“Ah… I see.” This topic really shouldn’t make you so embarrassed! Pull yourself together!

You know that all hybrids have a cycle they go through. Heats, ruts, anything in between. You knew that when Jimin came into your life he would be the same! Knew there would be a time when he’d have to lock himself in the basement, body flooded with hormones. The pretty sounds you’d have to block out filling the house.

But still, because it’s him, you can’t help the nerves that arise from your core. The realisation that it would be coming sometime soon.

If you’re going to make it through you’d have to invest in some soundproof headphones. For your own sanity.

“Mmm?” He smiles, voice sweet and saccharine. Away with the pain of existing also left cute Jimin, leaving a deadly predator in its wake. One that likes to taunt and tease you while acting as innocent as an angel.

Leaves your brain confused, floundering trying to keep up with his deceptively sweet tongue. Doing it all just to get a cute little reaction out of you.

Guess he picked up on the exact little whirlwind of your mind, “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed…”

“Shut up!” You whine, trying to stand from the couch so you can retrieve a washcloth. Try to avoid the way your heart is going to pound out of your chest, the way you know you’ll fall farther into his clutches.

His arms lock on firm, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck to rub his cheeks against your skin. Scent you just like he does a million times a day claiming that it's necessary. Spiders smell so much less than other hybrids– he has to do it or else.

Or at least that’s what he says– you think that it’s another lie.

“What!” He laughs, “Not like I’m saying anything dirty, it’s only natural.” He chides, sliding back against the couch, pulling you into his side with ease. Slotting you in like you’re meant to fit there, not whatever mate he meets in the future.

Your brain yells at itself. You know how dangerous that line of thinking is.

“Unless you want me to be dirty? I could if I wanted, you know.” He smiles as innocently as a wolf, fangs oozing with confidence behind them.

“Oh my god!” You sigh dramatically, putting on the front you always do when your heart feels like it may just explode. When you feel like digging an early grave because Jimin knows exactly what he’s doing.

You simply roll your eyes, “And I could punch you in the dick if I wanted to, you know?”

His laugh is always so pretty, boisterous yet still as light as air. Head tilting back, his neck on display as he chastises you for the empty threat. One you both know won’t come true, at least not right now.

He smiles, a gentle kiss being placed on your forehead as he urges you to stay. Promising he’ll be a ‘good little spider’ so you don’t have to worry about him. The implication of snacks and movies making you stay. The way he pouts when you tell him you’re not buying anymore BugBitez™ until the end of the week confirming that this is where you need to be right now. That it’s right.

It’s almost too easy for him too. Everything is too easy for you when it comes to Jimin. He claims the exact same.

Or at least, that’s what he mumbles in your ear now. Arms wrapped around you as tight as he can manage. Movie nearing its end with Jimin on the cusp of consciousness, you having lost the plot of it a long time ago.

Something about Aliens? Cowboys? Mothman? You couldn’t even hope to guess. Not when his breath is in your ear.

It’s hard to focus when he’s so close like this. When he’s saying pretty words that could get you lost in your fantasy over and over again. Making him harder and harder to give him up every moment that passes you by.

“Got lucky with my human.” He mumbles, half asleep, face buried in your hair, “Really good human.”

His lips move so lazily when they speak. Fangs running across the surface your skin like they have a mind of their own. Never daring to pierce the surface. Never daring to bite you for real. No matter how bad he really, really wants to.

How bad he wants to mate you. Make you his pliant little prey– see if the rumours about what his venom does to humans is real.

Your breath stutters but you pay it no mind. Trying, begging your eyes to remain focused on the movie. To ignore how deceptive sleepy Jimin is. Tomorrow, he will act as normal. His words will carry no weight.

He isn’t your boyfriend. You aren’t his mate. You two are just friends sharing a house.

Feelings you have no right to have are forced down over and over again. It seems like it's become a daily occurrence– a pattern of habit you have no hope in breaking. The love piling behind your eyelids means nothing when the person he is meant to be with could be around any corner.

But it’s getting harder. Too hard to hold them back and restrain yourself. Especially on nights like this when it feels like fate that the two of you met.

Thinking back on that fateful day now, all of those months ago, you’re sure it had to have been. Maybe the winter gods (if such a thing existed) decided to shine their light on you; to make the blizzard a little less lonely. Make your life filled with long days and even longer nights just a little bit brighter.

Or maybe they hated you and wanted you to suffer.

Wanted you to live a life knowing your affections will never be reciprocated, knowing that Jimin has a fated one out there somewhere just waiting for him. Knowing that it isn’t you. Cursing you to a life of watching Jimin fall for another.

Thinking becomes so hard when it’s about Jimin. When it’s about the man who made you so far into the pits of hell that you don’t think you’ll ever crawl out.

So instead your fingers simply squeeze his hand. Rub gentle, soothing circles into the skin. Care for him like you’re meant to instead of thinking about what the future may hold. What will happen when he does find his mate. What they might be like, what they might dress like, if they’ll have to move in here, if you’ll have to watch him fall in love over and over again every single day.

You think you might hate them.

You sigh.

No, that wouldn’t be fair. Could never be fair to Min. He deserves happiness. He deserves the world whether or not you’re a part of it.

You hope he isn’t able to pick up on the changes in your scent.

“Mmm mm, got lucky with you Min.”

August 11th.

A beautiful dream shattered by the incoherent nightmare that is your spider pacing around your room. A pillow pulled to either side of your head, doing everything in their power to drown out the noise as an audible groan leaves your lips. His nervous prattling too early in the morning for your liking.

Any other day it would be fine, you would think that it’s cute. The way he worries his lip between his teeth. The way he gently bites down on the pad of his thumb, one arm crossed while the other soothes the skin of his chin.

Any other day you’d sit in bed, listen to him. Mock him slightly with how much worry runs through his body.

But he isn’t talking about his mate any other day, is he? No, it seems that the occasion has been saved for this morning. His head running a mile a minute, losing all composure he once had before. Losing his very sense of self as anxiety courses through his veins.

“What if it isn’t good enough? I need to present it to her soon. Need to make sure everything is perfect for her.” Apparently he had met her. When? You have not a single clue. Jimin hasn’t left the house in weeks other than to go hunt bugs and to go to the grocery store with you.

“What if the web isn’t big enough? She might not like the style either…” He grumbles, eyes locked on the carpet as he moves back and forth across your room, “God and what if she hates the food… No, no you know what she likes.”

“Jimin, she’ll like everything. It will be fine.” You groan, sitting up in bed to face him, voice gruff with morning air.. You don’t want him to be in here, talking about this. Talking to you about this. Shattering your heart every second that passes by.

You knew it would happen someday, you really did. You tried to do everything right. Tried to pretend reality wasn’t creeping through your windows with every second that passes by. Try to ignore the impending sense of doom that covered your skin.

Did everything right only to end up failing once again due to the rations of Park Jimin.

You try to look at him through the fuzz in your eyes, sleep still trying to force you back into its clutches with everything that it has. Try to see what he is doing– understand what he is saying. His voice continuing to speak yet not fluent enough for you to actually understand. His body twitches ever so slightly, head jerking as his teeth dig deeper and deeper into his thumb. It was almost like you weren’t even in the room– not to him at least. Lost within the tangles of his brain.

Pulling himself deeper and deeper into the recesses of his mind, spiralling out of control of everything that seems rational, everything that he is meant to do or meant to say. It’s almost like he isn’t in the room at all. Isn’t pacing along your floor, surrounded by your scent. Comforting his inner spider before it loses control entirely with the hormones that rush through his veins.

August 11th. The date was circled 5 times on his calendar– red exclamation points, doodles scattered across the stupid day. Yet now, for the life of him he can’t seem to remember why. He can’t seem to remember much of anything though, so that isn’t a surprise. Only his web. The gifts he’s prepared for this day. Yeah. Those are the only things he can seem to think about.

A hand lands on his shoulder– one that isn’t his own. Who’s touching him? He isn’t sure. Isn’t sure of much other than the smell combing through the room that becomes sweeter and sweeter by the second. Honey he is unable to resist.

Especially with how soft the hand is that touches him. How gentle it is on his shoulder, his pace back and forth falling just so he can revel in it. Understand it.

“Hey Min.” Oh. It’s you. Your voice coming through the fog. Your voice startling him from the dream.

Gorgeous, gorgeous you.

Mate.

“It’s gonna be okay, yeah?” Why do you sound sad? No, maybe it’s distressed. His face falls.

No, no, no. You shouldn’t be sad. You should never be sad. You should always be happy with him. You should love him. His love should make you whole. Your love makes him whole.

Wait, does he have your love yet?

Now he isn’t sure.

All he knows is that he should. You should. He should wrap you up in his nest, hold you close until you feel nothing but him. Don’t think about anybody else. Look at anybody else. You should always be happy and safe. Happy and safe with him just like he feels with you. Has always felt with you.

More than that stupid reserve. More than his webs back there. It was fate that brought the two of you together, right? Right? So he should be allowed to indulge just a little. He should be allowed to let go of this stupid, fucked up play he’s been putting on for so long. He should be allowed to do whatever he wants.

The reserve always taught him he was a wild spider, you know?

Wait, spider.

Spider.

His rut. That’s what’s coming today. That’s why the day was circled. That’s why Jimin isn’t acting like himself. That’s why his spider is itching, clawing to come out to play. Why he so desperately wants all of you to himself.

He hasn’t even presented his web yet.

He tilts his head at you, blank eyes staring down into bright ones. Ones that hold his entire world at your fingertips.

“There he is.” Your smile is almost blinding. Makes his head pound just like the sun's rays.

That’s right. That’s why he needs to keep his composure. To keep that smile on your lips. To keep you happy. To keep you falling in love with him slowly the human way. The way he knows you’d prefer. Knows you adore every second of.

He isn’t Taehyung. He isn’t Taehyung.

The human way is better. Better at keeping you pliant. Better at keeping you happy. Better at keeping you unafraid.

He hates when people are scared of him. Hates when people flinch with every movement he makes. Hates when people can’t just love him like he so craves. He’s still a hybrid. He still wants love. He was bred for it just like the rest of them.

So when you came into his life, so gentle and caring despite the palpable fear that scented the air– weighed it heavily, it sparked light behind his eyes. When he felt you touch him, felt the sparks dance across his flesh and allowed himself to inhale once more. When there were no traces of fear within you, only the scent of his mate. His eternity.

He knew he had to do the right thing. Had to make you love him the human way. Had to make you fall for him, endure the wait. Endure the daily struggles of his instincts just so you would never be afraid of him. The end would be worth it.

He would never let you fear him even at the cost of his own sanity.

Because he isn’t Taehyung. He’s Jimin. He’s a good spider.

“You need to be careful Min…” You tell him quietly. Your voice is the only anchor to his shaky world. The light brought him back from the edge over and over again today.

He needs to leave your room before all of his planning goes to waste. Calm himself down. Present to you his web and all of his gifts so you can accept him properly.

“Your thumb… it’s bleeding honey…” He tilts his head again, inspects your hands as they move closer. Tries to force lucid thought from behind his heavy eyelids as you touch his skin directly.

Tries to ignore the throb deep inside as you gently remove the finger from his lips. Pull it away from the fang that was piercing him. The sting of the bite.

He hadn’t even noticed it.

He watches as a single drop spills from the abrasion. Slipping down his finger. Feels the way your hands come up to cup his cheeks.

Leave. Leave. Leave.

The way your thumb comes to his lips, worry etched across your features as you swipe away any remaining blood from his lower lip.

Leave. He needs to leave.

He isn’t sure how your finger ends up in his mouth. His plush lips wrapping around the digit, tongue curling around your flesh as he licks away the red spilled. Sucking on it gently as heat curls in his stomach. His eyes half-lidded, staring into the recesses of your very soul.

A groan passes through him at the taste of your skin. How sweet you are against his tongue. Do you even know what a vixen you are? What a tease you’ve come to be over the past 9 months?

No. Of course you don’t. Not with the blush that rushes to your cheeks. The stutter of his name that passes through his lips. The questions that you ask– what are you doing? Wh-why?

He wants you to be quiet. To enjoy you for all it’s worth. Enjoy everything you have to offer.

The command is silent– no more than the press of his bleeding thumb to your lips. The demand that you part them for him. To clean that wound that you unknowingly caused.

A hand on your cheek directing your head back. He’s been a good little spider, you can be a good little girl too, can’t you?

You are.

“J-Jimi–” He slips it inside, resting the pad against your tongue. Holding it in place. Asking, begging for this one little thing from you. You don’t mind, do you? You’ve always made him feel better before. This is no different, is it?

And so you do.

He watches the way your eyelids fall, your lips close as you begin to gently suck against it like he so craves. Like he desires down to the very cells that make up his body.

To imagine it’s his cock instead. Gently fucking into you over and over again, teaching you how to take his it how he likes. How he knows you’ll like. You’ll love everything about him. You’re meant to. It’s in the fabric of your DNA and soon it will all be his. Right after he shows you his–

Shit.

He needs to leave.

Got carried away in his fantasy. In pretending again.

His rut is coming too fast, too strong now that he finally has his mate in his grasp. He needs to leave. He needs to calm down so he can go this properly.

He leaves you on the bed, more confused and distressed than when he first entered. Annoyance hovering over your entire wake in a blanket of unrest. One that you know will not ease your soul for the rest of the day.

The spider has locked himself away. Hiding from you. Keeping himself in the basement, door locked, shutters drawn to drown out any sense of you that may be persisting.

You, on the other hand, have had nothing to do but stew in your own emotions. Think about every little decrepit detail that occurred hours prior. Edicting yourself to only address him by spider even in your thoughts.

It’s spiteful, sure. But it’s the least he deserves, you know? After everything he’s put you though– pulling you along like a little puppet on a string. Making you sit idly by for him to give you any lick of affection he’s willing to part with. Making you feel special, like you're worth something every second that he gets only for him to remind you with too much familiarity that he isn’t yours to have.

He woke you up, told you about his mate, looked at you like he was going to fuck you, and made you suck on his finger only for him to leave? The sheer fucking audacity of this man.

You’re sick of it.

Sick of having to force everything down because you know it isn’t what he wants. Sick of falling in love with him every day. Sick of having to play house. Sick of not having him. Sick of being playing the lovesick fool.

So, into the novels you fall. Into alternate worlds that are far better than your own. Displacing yourself into new habitats, new environments to escape the confines of the four stuffy walls that surround your body, head, and heart.

Into a world where it’s okay to fall in love with whoever you want. Where it’s okay to feel wanted. Where reality can be shut away by your headphones and a good snack. Where you can ignore the body approaching behind you. The tap on your shoulder.

You try to, honestly. And a good attempt it was.

Keeping your grip firm on the pages, nails digging into the paper below. Breath in your lungs held as if doing so would keep him away. Eyes tracing the pages over and over again though reading nothing. Attempting to appear as if you didn’t notice him at all.

Maybe he would leave, that was your biggest hope. Take the headphones placed firmly over your ears as a loud, obnoxious hint. That he would see you’re not interested and retreat to his basement layer to plot on the next way to torture your heart.

He doesn’t. He never would.

His frame comes to kneel in front of you. To stare up at you with those big brown doe eyes that you know you could never escape. Placing a gentle hand on your knee, trying to get you to see that he is there. That he wants to see you.

You see his lips move, though ignore entirely what they say. Letting out a huff, turning your body away from his own. Continuing to mindlessly stare at the pages even though their contents holds no meaning in this moment. No real value.

His forehead drops to your leg, a sigh leaving his throat. Words mumbled from his lips you’re unable to make out– not that you would want to hear them anyway.

Maybe it’s a temper tantrum of sorts. Giving him a taste of his own medicine. To feel even a pinch of what you do. He probably never does.

Your fight is a good one. It truly is– at least you think so. But it all comes tumbling down the second his lips press against your knee. His hands reaching past your iron grip on the book to hold your own.

You will always fall to the likes of Jimin.

Especially when you see his lips mouth the word please. His brows crested with worry, his lower lip quivering in worry. Fangs biting the surface to try and soothe the nerves he feels.

Any sense of foreboding he held earlier, gone. The tick of his shoulders, the cold, blank stare of his eyes vanished. Your Jimin, the one you’re used to, in love with, rising to the surface again.

You’re unable to fight against the plea, no matter how much you want to. Unable to fight against him.

“What is it.” Your voice is harsh as you remove your headphones, setting the book to the side. Much more than it appears he’d like it to be if the flinch of his neck is anything to go by.

“I…” Words feel lost in his throat, but he forces himself to continue forward, “I have something I need to show you, human…”

Why is he acting so weird? Acting like earlier never happened? He seems nervous, almost petrified at your reaction. As if anything you say could break him entirely.

You don’t understand it at all. Anything about this situation, really.

“Okay…?” You watch his face carefully, trying to reason. To figure out why exactly the air seems so heavy. Why this situation feels so tense. “Show me then?”

“I…You have to come with me?” It sounds like a question, his face flinching at his own words. He’s meant to do this perfectly. Why can’t he seem to get it right? Why can’t his instincts help him with this? “Like, I can’t bring it up here… I need you to follow me?”

“Huh?” The quiet breath leaves your throat as your features pinch.

He quickly tries to explain further, trying to help you see through the worry on your face, “Not far I promise. Just to the basement, yeah?”

Your head jerks back in surprise, “You never let me go down there.”

“Yeah but…it’s special this time.” Oh.

It’s almost as if the pieces click together on their own. Your brain drawing conclusions, making decisions for you despite the obvious staring right in your face. His mate is probably down there. Wants you to meet her.

You can only sigh, accept your fate for what it is. Follow the boy with the string to the basement once again, just like the first night he came tumbling into your life.

“Okay.”

He holds your hand as you walk.

Holds it as if his life depends on it. As if it’s the red string of fate that has tied your two bodies together for the rest of eternity. As if he might die the second you two part. As if you might run away the second he lets go.

You never do, never try to run away from him. You’ve tried to run away from your feelings for so long. The least you can do is see through to the end of them, right? That would be the right thing to do. The dignified thing instead of trying to throw a tantrum on the floor.

The walk to the basement feels like the longest in your life. A marathon you have no training for, no experience with tugging you along. Silence extended for miles along each creak of the floorboards, each set of the dim stairs.

Jimin left the lights off, dusk settling along the horizon not long ago. Only distant flickers from the basement coming through as you make your way down. Candle light in the distance lighting the way.

He doesn’t say a thing as your feet reach the bottom of the stairs, toes cushioned by soft silk lining the floors. He doesn’t have to.

It’s beautiful. That’s the only way you can describe what he’s turned the basement into.

Beautiful silks cover every waking surface– the floors, the walls, the ceiling all lined in brilliant patterns of white dancing across the surface. Creating stories as if they were living themselves.

You wish you could stare at them. Admire them for the rest of your life. Decipher each piece laying, coating the surface. Envisioning the world through the eyes of Jimin. Through the world around him.

Webs cross from floor to ceiling, taking space over the room. Intricately laid in patterns you are more accustomed to with spiders. Webbed hatching sectioning off parts of the space, acting as furniture for the bug to rest on.

As your eyes scan the room, you finally find what you think has to be the most gorgeous web in the world. Sitting in the far right corner of the room stands a nest that takes up the entire corner. The effort it took to make it clear in its craft. So soft, so comfortable.

You almost want to curl up in it yourself.

Illuminated by only the glow of candle light, Jimin does nothing but watch as you take everything in. Watch as your face changes into that of euphoria. Mesmerised by everything he has worked so hard on, everything he’s done just to impress you.

You turn to face him, staring at him with nothing but wonder in your eyes.

“Jimin, this is– fuck this is incredible,” Your voice is breathless, cut off by how overwhelmed you are with everything. With him. “This must’ve taken you so long, it’s so beautiful. Oh my god, how did you–”

He can’t take it anymore. Can’t take it now that he has you here, has you in his web. Now that he can keep you in it forever. Complimenting him. Completing him. He needs to finish with the rest of this fast. Before he does something he’ll regret. Before he finishes showing you how good a mate he will be to you properly.

He tugs you forward, practically puzzling as he tugs you deeper into his room of webs. Expertly guiding you through each one without a second to spare.

Jittery, excited. Feeting rocking themselves back and forth as he sits you on a blanket placed on the ground.

He isn't going to last much longer. Not before his heat takes over. Before he loses his mind at you in the sight of his nest. His mate in his nest. Waiting to be bred. Waiting for–

No, no Jimin. Stop it. Stop acting like a spiderling that doesn’t know what to do with himself now that he has his mate in his nest.

“I…” He takes a deep breath, voice shaky as he tries to calm himself down, “I made us a picnic… I hope you like it.”

His spider hisses at the words, hating having to describe it as something stupid like a picnic. No, it's a nuptial gift. Evidence that he’s a good enough mate. That he’s good enough for you. That he deserves you.

You watch him, watch as he pushes the basket filled to the brim with food over to you. Watch as his frame shakes slightly as he stares at you, fingers tapping against strings of webs closest to your leg.

You can’t help but feel lost. Overwhelmed with affection, but utterly, entirely, hopelessly lost all the same. What is he doing? Why is he presenting all of this for you? Shouldn’t he be doing this for his mate? Isn’t all of this some type of courting ritual?

Oh.

It appears the puzzle you constructed– pieces matched together haphazardly stuck together with glue isn’t the solution after all. Isn’t the reality presented before you know.

You’re… you’re Jimin’s mate?

Your eyes widen, head jerking to meet Jimin’s gaze. His pupils shaky, not daring to leave the surface of the basket. Not daring to move an inch until you accept him.

You’re an idiot.

“J-Jimin a-are we…?” You hesitate to ask, hesitate to break the gentle balance residing over the entire basement.

His head snaps to face your own, eyes plagued with the same blank, predatory look as before.

“Mate.” Deep, harsh, scratchy. His voice makes you feel like he’s going to devour you whole. Like he is the monster waiting in the deepest recesses of your nightmares when that couldn’t be farther from the truth. When in reality he is the very being your soul yearns for stronger than any other.

The revelation, the– everything leaves you overwhelmed. Emotions strung up for the stars, casting aside any comets that tried to hurdle towards the perfect glass encasing this moment. This eternity you wish to live in forever as you finally understand that he wants you just as much as you want him.

You can’t help but grab his cheeks– ignore how venomous he looks, and press your lips against his own. Can’t help the explosion behind your eyelids, the sparks that travel across your skins in euphoric waves. The way your heart swells like a balloon, racing in your chest so fast you fear you may die.

Every emotion you’ve felt that day, every nagging, creeping sensation finding its way into the back of your skull vanishes in an instant. No going back. No orchestra or chorus reprise. No thoughts of not being his mate. You are his mate.

Only him.

Only Jimin.

He doesn’t part with you, not for a second. Not when he finally has you against him. When you so easily rise into his lap. When his natural instincts finally stop screaming at him and take over completely. Kiss you with everything he’s worth. Devour you whole.

His hands find purchase on your hips, blunt nails digging into the skin. Mocking him for not doing this in the closet with you all those months ago. Allowing him to truly understand how good it would’ve felt then. How good it will feel every second that follows.

He thinks you have to be the prettiest thing in the world.

His spider thinks that you need to be bred full of his spiderlings. Fucked so hard that you wont be able to walk– wont be able to leave his nest. That he’ll be able to tie you up nice and pretty, stuff you with his cum over and over again until you’d never even think about leaving.

His spider is winning.

“Min…” Your voice is breathless, trying to keep up with the flurry of kisses he presses against your lips, your face– anywhere he can reach. It’s like he’s addicted to the feeling, like he’s making up for lost time.

“Min, I love you.” And just like that, any sanity he has left vanishes.

His spider has won.

Without a second thought you’re lifted from your place on his lap, thrown carelessly into his nest. His nest where you will stay. His nest where he’ll keep you. All thoughts vanished from that pretty little head of yours. Just like it should be.

His hands find the back of his collar, shirt discarded without a second thought on the floor. He doesn’t need it anymore. Not when he has you. When he wants to feel you fully.

You can only stare– fawn at his tan skin. The gentle muscles on display for you. For your eyes only while he crawls towards you. Stalks you just like they might a pretty little butterfly caught in their web. Wrapped in webs and killed without a second thought.

His lips find yours once again. Slotting together, filling the other to make them whole. Dazed in lust and passion, neither soul hoping there would ever be a way out for the other.

Well, there won’t be for you. But that’s okay. You’ll love it. Love every second of it.

He knows it as his fingers dance against your skin. Sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, running with skilled ease up your sides. The chill that racks through your body is evidence enough. The way you so easily allow him to draw your shirt over your head solidifies it. Your shorts follow, making it set in stone.

Your breath comes out in short pants, every slight touch, every little movement sends fire burning through your skin. Igniting you, setting your core ablaze with heat that only he can extinguish.

Fingers gently sliding over your ribs, thumbs coming just blow your breasts to rub circles into the skin while his fangs nip gently into your lower lip. He can’t bite you now. No, after he mates you he can bite you all he wants.

He groans at the thought, hips rocking themselves against your clothed cunt. Allowing you to feel all of him– the press of his cock, the motion of his need allowing you to fall higher and higher into a heaven you did not think possible.

You whine at him to do something, anything. Too impatient to wait any longer. Too impatient to live a second more without something, anything buried inside of you.

His smile is sick, twisted as he reclines back on his heels. Allows himself to get a good look at you.

“Shh, Shh…” His hand cups your cheek, smoothing his thumb against your lips. Pressing it inside with more ease than before. More compliance than before. There’s a good little girl.

“Poor thing is having a hard time, huh?” He mocks gently, hips pressed firm against your own allowing you to feel every inch of him, “Pretty lips all swollen, pussy a little mess from just kissing… mm mm…”

He groans, hand slipping between your legs. What he finds is no more than a mess of a girl. Hips bucking upwards. Slick dripping from your center, panties coated in arousal. Puffy little clit begging for any attention he’s willing to give it.

Without any hesitation his thumb finds your clit, pressing against it without any thought of reprieve. Without any thought to give you any of the relief you crave. You’ve made him wait this long, you can wait a second, no?

He groans high as you buck against his hand, mewl leaving your lips as some sort of plea. Ah~ how cute. Such a little thing so desperate for something, anything that you’re willing to give up your very head in return? How cute! How adorable!

His spider preens. Is almost so belated he doesn’t notice the hands that come down to grip his wrist. Hold him in place all so you can circle your hips against his thumb. Rub adorable little rings into your clit without any help from him. Use him to make yourself feel good.

A coo leaves his lips. Who is he to deny such a pretty little human?

“Ah pretty baby wants to feel good, does she?” He almost giggles at how pathetic you look. How adorably you cling to him. How hard you try.

His arm is ripped from your grasp, pulling back from the very place you desire him most. Where your arousal soaks the cotton of cotton, so palpable he can practically taste it in the air.

“It’s okay baby…” He sees the annoyance in your face, the battiness you hold in your heart coming to light. Excited to tame it. Excited to quell the pretty little devil in his web.

Tie you up. Breed full.

Breed you.

His fingers work fast. Arms are pulled over your head, silks quickly pinning them to the surface. Strings wrapping and wrapping until he’s sure you’re secure. Sure you can’t move.

His hips gently rock against your own, clothes cock pressing against your core. Watching as your hips buck, as you try to urge him closer with a pathetic whine.

See exactly how you struggle against the strings.

Perfect, perfect girl. How did he get so lucky, huh? Can never be sure.

You’re unable to stop the cry that leaves your throat as his hands pull your panties aside, finger thrusting into your wet heat. Filling you up, making you feel a little more whole.

“Min~” The moan of his name is shaky. Every sense you have in overdrive as he works his finger against your walls. Every push inside deeper, harder. Curling against your walls in the exact way you craved.

Pleasure coils in your stomach faster than you thought possible. A second finger joining the first, pumping in and out as he prepares you for his cock. Prepared you to take all of him and nothing less.

He knows you can do it. You can, can’t you?

“Mhmm baby, I know… head a little clearer now, huh?” He chuckles, chastising, “Can only think when you’re full. It’s so cute.”

You whimper at his words, head rolling back as the coil pulls tighter and tighter within your gut. Urging you to just let it snap, feel everything you’ve been waiting for.

“F-feels good…” You mutter quietly, unable to see the haze cloud his vision. The way his amused expression drops into that of a wild animal.

Without any warning his fingers pull out of your heat, body leaving your own entirely as he stands. Grabbing your hips, dragging them closer. Flipping your body over. Setting you pretty on your knees, arms uncomfortable crossed in front of you.

He quickly rids himself of his pants, allowing his cock to spring free from their confines. Head red and messy as it hits his stomach. Angry at how neglected you’ve left him. How desperately he wants this.

You have no way of preparing yourself for the drag of his cock through your lips. The gentle nudge against your clit. Thick head dragging through your folds, spreading your arousal. Mixing it with his pre-cum.

Making you messy. Making you dirty just for him. Making you belong to him.

“Gonna fill my mate.” All humour is gone from the man behind you, as if he is someone else entirely. It’s really too bad your head has a few too many screws loose to care. Care about anything other than the way his firm head presses against your hole. The way his blunt nails dig into your flesh.

“Gonna breed her. Mate her. Make her mine.” It’s almost as if his word is a command. The very sentences he utters become law.

You can only nod your head. Give yourself to the very man that fate led you to all those months ago. “Want~”

The thrust of his hips into your walls is almost too much to bear. A cry leaving your lips as he fucks himself inside in a single thrust. Forcing you to take him to the hilt, to feel all of him stretch your walls. No break. No waiting around.

You’ve both done enough waiting.

It hurts— the burn, as he stretches you full. Presses his cock against your walls making sure your cunt remembers no one but him.

The way he gives no reprieve, fucking into you like an animal starved. Pulling back until only the tip remains inside before fucking himself fully inside once more.

“Min!” You cry, waves of pain and pleasure boiling all the same within your bones. All the same inside of your blurred head, nothing but static and thoughts of him behind the line of your eyes. Slipping off into space as you let cunt clenched pathetically around his cock.

“Good mate, taking me so well. Such a good human.” He groans, hips pulling back and thrusting into you over and over again. Making you fall apart with his pace. Pumping his cock into your pathetic little hole fast and hard. Ruining you for any other man.

Making sure he will be the only one you allow to enter heaven.

Your moans come out wanton, pleaing. Hips start to move back against him, trying to keep up with his pace despite the burn you begin to feel in your tied arms. Desperate to let him know just how good he’s filling you. Just how good he’s making you feel.

“My mate.” His pants come out harsh, breath on your neck as he hovers close. The sound of skin and against skin is the only thing you’re able to hear. The pressure of Jimin’s lips against your neck makes you feel like you’re about to go insane.

He’s desperate to make you fall apart on his cock alone. Pleasure building and building, the coil tight. Ready to snap at any moment. Ready to fall apart at his command.

“Gonna make you mine forever pretty.” His voice is featherlight once more. The switches have you reeling, your brain spinning. “Want that, don’t you? For me to bite you? Mark you up? Breed you full of my spiderlings? Ruin that pretty little head for anything else.”

He sighs, nails digging into your hips where they’re sure to leave bruises. You nod your head in agreement, moans spilling past your lips as his hips change their angle. His cock hitting the spot that leaves you seeing stars on every thrust.

“Say the word and you’re mine.” You feel his fangs against your skin. The harsh drag across your delicate skin. “Forever.”

You can’t take it anymore, pleasure burning through you. Blinding you. Unable to think about anything else other than the rough thrusts of his cock against your walls.

“Please.” It’s no more than a whimper, but he swears it’s the loudest thing he’s ever heard.

His teeth clamp into your flesh— the final thing needed to push you over the edge into bliss. Your body stutters, walls a vice around his cock as the coil finally snaps. Heat flowing through every cell you possess. The only thing in your soul is Jimin.

Your back arches, eyes dotting with black as you allow it to overtake you. Jimin rocking you against him, groaning as he fills you with his cum, painting your walls white. Allowing you to ride out your high with him. Finally allowing the rut to rid his brain for only a moment.

He slowly pulls out of you, panting. Quickly moving to cover your center back up with your underwear. Make sure all of his cum stays tucked away in your pretty little pussy to get you nice and pregnant.

You can only whimper, body twitching at every movement he makes. Worn down your bones— energy sucked so dry you can’t even feel the throb of your neck. Don’t even notice the blood that drips from where he marked you— claimed you in the way only a hybrid can.

All you're sure of is the need to be close to him. Need to feel him.

Is this what he had been feeling all along? Marks were known to do that, to allow you to feel what your mate does. If he had to endure what you’re feeling right now, it had to have been hell for him.

“Min…” you calm his name. Pull him from where he stares between your legs. Where his fingers rub circles into the surface of your underwear, spreading any cum that leaks from your twitching hole.

Within a second he’s at attention, staring at you with all of the love in the world. You’re not sure how you missed it before. How you could have deluded yourself into believing any less.

He pouts as you wiggle at your restraints, silk holding your arms in place all this time. He gently shakes his head, slowly flipping your body back over onto its back. Crawling over you to look at your face properly. Take in your fucked out expression. Ruined his pretty little human. Made her perfect.

“Don’t want to.” His lower lip juts out at you, eyes wide just like a begging dog. “Look pretty tied up in my web. Should stay like this. Forever.”

“I don’t think my job would like that very much.” You giggle, lip pouting out to match his own. He leans down, quickly capturing your mouth in a quick kiss.

Something hard pressed against your leg once more. His hand comes down to guide it against your heat. Rub against you despite the oversensitivity and cum leaking from your hole.

“Then we move to the woods together… I’ll hunt for us…” He grumbles, pushing your underwear to the side once more. Collecting any cum that has spilled out with his cock, gently fucking it back into your cunt with the head.

A whine rips from your lips due to oversensitivity. Pussy sore, aching from what he just put you though. What you aptly begged for. Yet you can’t deny him. Don’t want to deny him with how good it feels to be filled. How addicted you’ve become. Cock drunk.

“Wh-what?” You try to breathe, walls fluttering around his length as he slowly thrusts back inside. Filling you to the brim once again. “W-we can’t do that, Minnie…”

His thrusts are slow, languid. Almost like he’s making love. Treating you with utmost care despite how wrecked your entire frame is.

He is entirely unaffected. His rut leaves him wanting for more and more until you have nothing left to give. Face twisting into confusion at your words.

“Why can’t we? Make you up a nice pretty web… keep you full all the time” He hums against your neck, gently licking at his mark, “treat you like a real good mate, yeah? Fill you up over and over. Will look so pretty with my spiderlings.”

He moans the words, hips speeding up ever so slightly at the thought. It dawns on you that this must be his rut talking. Filling his head with nonsense he knows can’t come true. In a few days when he wakes up from it, he’ll probably pretend he never said anything about taking you to the woods. Keeping you there.

No harm in agreeing, is there? Especially when he makes you feel so good. So happy and full. When it makes him feel just as good. When your head starts to feel fuzzy, the exhaustion weighs heavily on your consciousness. You’re on birth control anyway, it's fine.

“Mmhmm… sounds nice..” You moan quietly, already feeling your second orgasm approaching. Allowing yourself to become lost in the same dream as him. Allowing yourself to fall victim to pretty words and false promises. Ones that he intends to make true.

“Gonna take such good care of my mate.” He groans, face buried in your neck. He feels your walls clamp around him, pulling him in over and over again. Cunt never wanting him to leave.

His hand draws between your thighs, fingers rubbing quick circles into your clit. Neither of you are going to last long. Both too sensitive to do anything but fall into the pleasure of each other.

Pussy fluttering against his cock, head rolling back as your high runs through you once more. White clouding your vision, ears ringing as you are overcome with fire. Drowning in the feeling of his cock fucking you full of his cum once again.

He lets out a harsh groan as he fills you. Breeds you just like a good spider would. Makes you feel complete as he helps you through both of your highs.

Your eyes feel heavy— too heavy to stay open even a second longer. Too tired to stay awake as he pulls your underwear back over your center. As he pulls your body close to his own.

He doesn’t blame you, never could. It must be hard having to keep up with a hybrid during their rut. But he knows you can do it. Knows you’ll do it for him. Especially with the promises you made. The ones you made only to him.

The last words you hear before falling under the veil of consciousness is a simple declaration. One you’ve waited months to hear.

“I love you.”

“Y/n! Hurry up!”

The whine of Jimin’s voice is louder than any car, highway, hell— aeroplane you’ve ever heard, you’re sure of it. The grip of his hand around your own is like iron, tugging you along the worn trail path, trying to urge you faster than your feet will allow.

“I’m going! I’m goin!” You chide with him, giggle leaving your lips at his hurried nature. You don’t think you’ve ever seen the spider more excited. Maybe even more so than when he strokes the bite mark scarred into your shoulder– your permanent reminder that you are his and he is yours.

“Not fast enough!” He groans, head rolling back in annoyance, “The best spot is going to get taken!”

He’s told you about this spot time and time again– excitement palpable with every mention. A beautiful clearing back at the reserve, one that the trees shine perfectly through. The best spot for basking in the whole park, as well as for begging humans for snacks.

You smile at the thought. Following as close behind him as your feet will manage. Blanket and bags of food tight in your grip. After months of paperwork, he can finally return to this place without fear they’ll take you away from him. The mate licence in your wallet proof enough of it.

He finally gets to take you to the reserve– the place he called home for so long before he met you. The place where he first learned how to be a proper spider. The first place he learned to make friends. He’s most excited about the latter part, getting to show off his shiny new mate to all of his friends. The one he caught the human way.

He’s been talking about it for days, since you first brought up the idea of visiting. Of wanting to see where he lived before he met you. Prattling on and on about everything he’s going to show you, how he’s going to introduce you to Jungkook if he can. About the waterfall over the cove that you two can swim in without anyone finding out.

All of it is a dream come true for your little spider. Your mate.

You smile at the thought– how excited he is as he helps you set up the blanket on the ground. As he helps spread food all around you. Body jittery, head twitching at every little sound.

It’s clear he’s going a little crazy with joy. Entirely ecstatic to have you here with him. Sitting across from him on the ground in a way that almost mocks the picnic you had in his basement that night months ago.

Ah, sorry. Nuptial gift ceremony. He liked it a lot better when you called it that.

“Oh! And then, after we eat, I can introduce you to the head of the park! She’s Namjoon’s mate, but she doesn’t know it yet.” He talks to himself, chatting idly about nothing as he presses another strawberry to your lips. You eagerly take it, biting down on the fruit without a second thought.

You cover your mouth with your hand as you speak, “Really? It must be difficult to confess to her, then.”

He nods his head, overexcited as he looks past you into the trees. Nose twitching as he tries to pick up a scent. Yellow tinted sunglasses high on his nose to block any light from hurting his delicate pupils.

You can’t help but think about how beautiful he is. How lucky you are to have him.

His hair has grown out since that fateful day months ago, blonde replaced by a deep blue that puts the night sky to shame. How his frame has bulked out ever so slightly. Pretty tan skin looking more healthy than ever. His head off in the clouds, trying to ground himself so he doesn’t pick you up and drag you off into the woods.

The human way is never easy for him.

“Mhmm… he’s trying but he isn’t very good at it. Doesn’t understand how humans like it to be done…” He mumbles.

“Hybrid’s do it different?”

“Yeah,” He seems a little lost in space, nose twitching harsher as he tries to recognise the exact scent he knows will be coming soon. Jungkook can never hold himself back from a picnic, no matter how far. He just wishes his nose was stronger.

“Hybrids just take their mate right away. Prove they’re a good mate and then it’s done. But human’s you have to teach.” Your shoulders drop slightly, and maybe if it wasn’t for the love you felt for him or the mate mark pressing against your neck, you would have understood the severity of his words. Of teaching a human, tricking them into making them fall.

“Oh…” You pout, head coming down to rest against his shoulder. None the wiser to the meaning behind his words, “I’m sorry… it must’ve been hard for you.”

He only shakes his head, “It’s okay. I just didn’t want you to ever be scared.”

Suddenly, Jimin is standing. Eyes darting across the underbrush that surrounds the treeline. You follow his vision, squinting slightly to try and make out exactly what he is looking at when two antennae pop over the other side of a bush. Twitching, pointing in your direction. Hunting down food as they move closer.

The insect moves close, tilting his head as he finally moves within your line of vision. Mop of brown floppy hair on his head, wide bunny eyes. Twitching nose all the same. If it wasn’t for the lack of ears and black antennae jolting from his head, you would’ve thought he was a rodent.

“Kook!” Jimin’s voice is loud as he quickly run’s to meet the boy. The other looks just as excited, eyes lighting up with stars as his legs take off in the same direction. The two fall into a puddle of laughter and play fighting as they fall to the ground in greeting.

The infamous Jungkook, an ant hybrid– the biggest ant hybrid you’ve seen, mind you. Jimin’s best friend is finally revealed. And you have to say, seeing them together. Watching as your mate attempts to playfully tie him up silks has to be the prettiest sight you’ve ever laid eyes on.

“Oh my god, Min!” You laugh as Jimin struggles, the giant ant hybrid easily breaking free from the others strings. Instantly the attention is on you. Jimin leaning back to his heels, head thrown back as he whines.

“Shut up! He’s gotten stronger! My webs hold you good enough!” You continue to laugh, unaware of the ant sneaking closer. His antenna tickling your shoulder as he stares at the food in front of you. Begging for just a little taste to bring home to his colony, a little bit to make the queen happy.

You happily oblige, making room for the two of them to join you once again after their little scuffle. A reunion too cute to not try and remember forever. And just like that, conversation begins to flow easily between the three of you. Almost as if Jimin never left in the first place.

The two of them spend all afternoon catching up– Jimin reciting the story of how you two met, Jungkook opening up about the cute human that’s started to come by the park every saturday. Pulling his antennae down as he speaks, clearly embarrassed. Telling you all about how they met, about the reserve.

“Ah~ don’t mind him. Kookie’s just embarrassed cause he doesn’t know how to talk to girls.” Jimin teases, leaning over to ruffle Jungkook’s hair. His arm tightly wrapped around your frame, holding you close. “Not every day that an ant hybrid has a mate outside of their colony, you know?”

“Hyung! Shut up!” He quickly whines, eyes shooting a subtle glare towards the other. Legs kicking slightly underneath his frame. “You… know what it means… especially cause she’s human…”

“I know.” His fangs shimmer as his hand reaches out to ruffle his hair, “Don’t worry. She’ll wanna be your queen in no time.”

You nod your head in agreement, picking up another piece of fruit and popping it into your mouth. Nothing much to add to the conversation– you’ll never really understand the intricacy of hybrids and how they work. Especially those like Jungkook and Jimin.

Yet, you can’t help but feel at peace with that. At peace with them and this moment. Content with your life, content with your mate and the life you’ve built together. You hope that Jungkook can do the same with his own someday. Build a nice little colony or whatever it is that ants do.

“Mhmm, anyone would want someone as cute as you.” You smile, watching as the ant’s eyes go wide. Blush covering his cheek as he tries to pull his antenna down to cover them. Jimin instantly pounces on the other, starting a new round of play fighting. Laughing about having to defend his mates honour. That she isn’t allowed to look at any other hybrid. No one but him.

You giggle along with them, leaning back from your spot. Taking a mental picture of the scene in front of you. Jimin happy, playing. The sunset over the horizon as the three of you laugh in the woods. As Jimin no longer looks anything like that spider all those months ago.

And maybe he’s right. Maybe you did fall into his trap lined with silk. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Even when you wake up in the middle of the woods. When you wake up in a cabin decorated in pretty webbing. When you come to find society is far behind you. When you discover no one else other than Jimin telling you that this is exactly what you asked for.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Two Hours || myg

otter hybrid yoongi x female reader

Summary: Your neighbor invites you to a work picnic that he's nervous to attend. You promise to only stay for two hours. Word Count: 2,870 Genre: slice of life, fake dating, friends to ???, fluff Warnings: none

Notes: Thank you to @park-jimin-isnt-real for the moodboard above, and to @rec-me-bts for the moodboard below that I used in the teaser. I had so much trouble deciding which one to use where. Also many many thanks to @oddinary4bts and @madbutgloriouspond for beta-ing this for me and for their endless sympathies while I basically had an existential crisis in their dms. Thank you for not telling me I am annoying 💙

The elevator dings and you step onto your floor. Your arm stings from carrying the grocery bags from the garage–they aren’t particularly full, but it’s just heavy enough and just long enough to get your out of shape muscles angry at you. The closer you get to your apartment, the more you notice a banging noise. And when you finally round the corner, you see its source.

Your across-the-hall neighbor, Yoongi, stands outside of his own apartment rattling his door angrily.

“Stuck again?” you ask, fishing out your keys with your free hand.

Yoongi grunts, the small ears on the top of his head pressing into his hair in frustration. Silently, he takes the bags out of your hand while you open your door.

“You should call the landlord again,” you tell him. He follows you inside as if it’s natural. Which, really, it is. This is the fourth time this month his door has jammed, effectively locking him out of his home until a locksmith showed up.

“I’d fix it myself if he’d let me.” He sets the bags on your counter and starts to hand you items. Strawberries, a bottle of coffee creamer, cucumbers and celery. He picks up a box of frozen fish sticks and flips it around to read. “You know this stuff is garbage, right?”

You ignore his commentary on your groceries. “You know Krolmeir’s never going to let you fix it. He’d have to lower your rent.”

He hums, and you can hear the underlying ‘jackass’ in the tone.

“Do you want me to call him?” you asked. Krolmeir–your landlord–likes you way more than he seems to like Yoongi. You’re almost positive you can guess why. But you aren’t afraid to use his skeeviness to your advantage.

“I called him just before you showed up.”

“And he said…?”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Yoongi imitates Krolmeir’s voice–a high-pitched nasally whine more than anything. He rolls his eyes. ��So he’ll be here sometime between five minutes from now and next Tuesday.”

You hum sympathetically. “Hang out here until he comes? I’ll make dinner.”

“Are you making fish sticks?”

“Thought about it.” His face scrunches up in disgust, a massive frown parts his lips, revealing his longer than human canine teeth. You laugh and roll your eyes. “I was actually just going to order something. Want to get sushi?”

His eyes light up, but when he speaks, his tone doesn’t match how excited he looks. “Whatever you want to do. I’m the one crashing your evening.”

You wave him off. He should know by now that he’s not imposing. You’ve been neighbors for a few years now. You’d started off just going grocery shopping together–it’s easier to carry groceries when there are two of you–and quickly progressed to taking refuge in each other’s apartments when something went wrong in your own. First, it had been your air conditioning crapping out that had driven you to Yoongi’s apartment to avoid the late-summer heat. Then, his oven stopped working, and he’d hidden in your living room while the landlord and the handyman made the repairs. Back and forth until a friendship had formed.

The sushi arrives and you settle in together on your couch. You prop your door open so that you can hear if the landlord arrives. He takes two bites of his sashimi before Yoongi hums urgently, causing you to pause the show you’d turned on for background noise.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” he says, and you can tell he’s suddenly nervous. “So we’re having a potluck picnic thing at work, and someone decided it would be a great idea to make it mandatory.”

“Gross.”

“Yeah. But I get a plus one, so I was wondering if maybe you’d go with me? Make it a little more tolerable?”

“You want me to go to your dumb company picnic with you?”

“Well, when you say it like that…” Nervously, he pokes at a grain of rice that had fallen off one of his nigiri.

“Sounds like it’s going to be not a lot of fun.”

“Yeah.”

You shrug. “I’m in.”

Yoongi is a ball of nerves as you shift into park. You’re definitely not the first ones here–there’s like ten other cars in the gravel lot, and you can see a large-ish group of people milling about the pavilion just up the hill. He alternates between patting his thigh and picking at the skin around his thumbnail. His ears press into his hair so far you can’t even see them. You know he doesn’t care for his coworkers, but you didn’t know it was this bad. Maybe it’s the crowd, or the fact that so many of his coworkers will be here. You aren’t sure, but you don’t like how affected he is.

You reach over and gently cover his hands with your own. He freezes. “Let’s make a game plan,” you say softly. He hums. “We’ll stay for how long? Two hours? An hour and a half?”

“Two I think. Since it’s mandatory.”

You nod. “Stay for two hours. We’ll talk to people, but if it starts to be too much, let me know.”

For a moment, he’s quiet. But then, he nods. “Let’s do this.”

You carry the dessert Yoongi made–partially because you’re a little worried he might drop it from nerves–and he sticks by your side. He’s got one hand in his pocket, but he’s so close that the other brushes against you every few steps.

The closer you get, the more the people in the pavilion notice you. You watch as one by one, then a few at a time, they watch you approach. And suddenly, you understand why Yoongi’s uncomfortable. Eventually, someone comes scuttling toward you.

“Hi Yoongi!” she calls, waving enthusiastically as she approaches.

“Oh. Hey Liz.” He presses closer. “We uh… we brought tiramisu.”

The woman–Liz–takes the container out of your hands. You make a small noise of protest, but she’s already gone, back up the hill to the pavilion and everyone else.

“Yoongi and his girlfriend brought dessert,” you hear her announce.

“Oh, tiramisu? Nice!” someone else–you can’t see who–says.

“No way. I thought he was going to bring something fishy.” Someone else, you can see them and you make a note that you hate them, laughs. A few others chuckle, too, and you also hate them.

They’re still laughing when you get to the pavilion. You’re introduced to each of them by finding out what they brought, and honestly, you don’t remember most of their names. It’s David that made the comment about the fish, so you’re sure to memorize his name so you can hate him fully. David’s dating Yoongi’s manager, Marcus, who apparently brought chicken that is very good. There’s Alison, who brought naan, and Rabia who brought chutney to go with it. And Donghyun brought some sort of seven layer dip.

For the most part, none of them talk to you. It quickly becomes clear that these people aren’t friends. Certainly, they aren’t friends with Yoongi, but they aren’t friends at all. They talk to each other, but it’s clear that this is just another mandatory work thing for them, and they don’t want to be here. You’re honestly a little glad that they leave you alone. None of them seem particularly nice. Or interesting.

So you grab food. And you sit together at a table far away from where the rest of the group is lingering.

“One hour, 45 minutes to go,” Yoongi mumbles, and you snort in laughter, almost choking on the naan you’d just taken a bite of.

“Maybe it won’t be so-”

“Mind if I sit?” You’re interrupted by a bright voice, and when you look, Liz is standing beside Yoongi, holding a plate of food.

You look to Yoongi and he makes a face that says he really doesn’t want her to sit with you. But he says nothing, simply gestures to the other side of the table. Which, of course, she takes as an invitation to sit right beside him. He practically squeaks in distress and scoots slightly over so that there’s a bit of space between them.

“I have to be honest,” Liz begins, oblivious. “No one really expected you to bring anyone. We kind of all just assumed you were single, you know?” He hums, but otherwise doesn’t acknowledge what she’s saying. Briefly, you consider correcting her–you aren’t dating–but she continues before you can even consider a polite way to address the situation. “How long have you known each other? How’d you meet?”

“Years.” He doesn’t even look at her to answer her, his focus on pushing his food around on his plate. His current victim is the seven layer dip he’s stabbing with a tortilla chip.

“We’re neighbors,” you add, hoping that maybe if you answer her questions, she’ll shut up and leave you alone.

Liz nods enthusiastically. “That’s so cute! You guys are cute.”

“I’m going to grab a drink,” Yoongi announces suddenly, standing up. “Do you want anything?”

“Surprise me.”

He nods and leaves you alone with Liz. “I’m serious,” she laughs. “When we were all told we could bring a plus-one, I don’t think anyone expected Yoongi to bring someone. He’s usually so quiet around everyone at work.”

You’ve lost patience with her quickly. You aren’t quite sure what it is, but every time she opens her mouth to speak, it grates on your nerves. “Sometimes, he only talks when he thinks it’s worth his time.” You shrug and make eye contact with her.

Her smile falters very briefly, but then she recovers and it’s like nothing changed. “He talks to me, though,” she continues, as if you’d said nothing. “Mostly about new album releases and stuff.” You work at a music store, you think. But you let her keep talking. “He knows so much about music. He played the piano for me once.”

You hum and say nothing, craning your neck so you can look around her to see where Yoongi’s gotten to. He’s at the end of the pavilion, distracted by Marcus, his manager.

“He’s really good,” Liz gushes. “Like, really good. He used to want to be a music teacher–did you know that? He told me-”

You tune her out. Of course, you know that he plays the piano. You’ve seen the brown upright that sits in his living room, never dusty because he plays it too much. You often hear the soft melodies that travel through the walls at night when he can’t sleep. He’d even told you about wanting to be a music teacher–a long-dead dream that he’d abandoned in his early 20s. You wish he hadn’t, he had the patience of a saint and he was one of the smartest people you knew. But you also understand how needlessly cruel the world can be sometimes.

Finally, Yoongi returns, balancing a plate and two bottles of beer. He sits one of the bottles in front of you and, with a flourish, places the plate between you. “Someone made hotteok,” he says gleefully, nudging a pancake in your direction. “They aren’t hot, but Marcus said they were really good.”

He picks one up, gives it a satisfied pat. A wide, gummy smile spreads across his lips and his eyes crinkle in delight. He pats the pancake again a few more times, before nudging the plate toward you. It’s got one more hotteok on it, and a scoop of the tiramisu trifle Yoongi’d made.

Liz makes a noise of annoyance, and the look on her face says that she’s not happy she’s being ignored. But she plasters on a smile when Yoongi looks over at her.

“Oh. Liz,” he says softly, one hand still gently patting his hotteok. “I didn’t realize you were still here.”

Her face falls. “I was just leaving.”

She leaves her plate behind.

He watches after her, eyes wide as she goes to join the group currently surrounding a bluetooth speaker. It’s blasting some sort of 90s pop song–you assume they’ve got a playlist going on someone’s phone.

“That was weird,” Yoongi says finally. “She’s normally really nice.”

You hum and lie. “Maybe she’s having a bad day.”

And as tactless as you think Liz is, you want to believe that’s true. You’ve heard plenty of stories of her, how she’s the only coworker that Yoongi actually likes, how she’s nice to him, how she actually seems to be interested in what he has to say. You don’t trust her, but you hope for Yoongi’s sake that she’s just off her game today.

Maybe if he clarified that you weren’t dating, it would help.

He doesn’t make any effort to do that, though, not even when Rabia brings around a QR code for you to scan to add songs to the playlist they’ve got going.

“Thought maybe you and your girlfriend would want to add some songs,” she says, offering a small smile. She waits patiently while Yoongi scans the code on her phone, and then she disappears again, back to the group over by the speaker.

“She seems nice,” you say, watching as he types into his phone and picks a couple songs.

Yoongi shrugs. “I’ve met her like twice? She works nights.”

After a second, he hands you his phone, open to some music website you’ve never heard of. You carefully consider what you might want to add. The site doesn’t let you see what else is in the playlist, so you aren’t sure what songs Yoongi picked, let alone what the others have queued up. But you pick two of your favorites that you think would be fun and hand him his phone back.

Apparently, the playlist is on shuffle, because a few songs later, you recognize the opening beats of one of the songs you chose. Immediately, Yoongi perks up, his little ears on alert as he listens. It takes all of about three seconds for him to break into a grin.

He’d introduced you to this band back when you first started grocery shopping together. You were driving, he was playing music on his phone. They were his favorite, a small hip-hop group made up of three dog hybrids. It wasn’t common for hybrids to make it in really any industry, so the fact that these guys did and their music was good? You couldn’t deny they had quickly become some of your favorite artists, too.

He sways a little with the music, his eyes closed. He looks content. You smile watching him, rest your chin on his hands. You’re happy you came, you determine.

Two hours fly faster than you thought they would. And when you point out that you’ve hit your promised limit and ask if Yoongi’s ready to go, he immediately nods. So you stand, say your goodbyes. His coworkers make a big deal of you leaving so soon. Liz tries to hug Yoongi before you leave, but he dodges her by grabbing another hotteok–though whether it was a purposeful deflection or just a happy accident, you aren’t sure.

He barely speaks until you’re in the car and halfway back to your apartment building. He shifts around in his seat, digging around in his pocket. He pulls out a rock–his favorite rock, you note–and rolls it around in his hand.

“Thanks,” he says quietly. “For coming with me. I uh… I’m sorry I didn’t tell them we weren’t dating.”

You frown, and when you slow to a stop at the next redlight, you turn to look at him. “You don’t have to apologize for that. If it made the situation even a little easier, it’s totally fine.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I mean, when am I going to see these people again?” The light turns green and you hit the gas. “Let them think whatever they want. You wanna come back in eight months and tell them we’re married? Go for it.”

“I-I don’t…”

“Seriously, don’t worry about it.”

He nods. “I appreciate it.”

The car falls silent, the only sounds coming from the radio–Yoongi’s phone connected to the aux cord. He continues to toy with the rock, rubbing it between his fingers and tapping it against the armrest on the door. It takes only minutes to pull into the garage under your building, and even less to find a spot.

While you’re waiting for the elevator to return to the garage, he says your name so softly, you almost don’t hear it over the whirring of the cables and machinery.

“Here,” he says, reaching out and grabbing your hand. Carefully, he presses his rock into your palm.

You look at him, confused. “Yoongi, I…” He loves this rock. He’d never said exactly where he found it, but it’s a little round and very smooth, and you’ve seen him pat his pockets down on numerous occasions to make sure he has it with him.

“Take it. Please. I… As a thank you.” He doesn’t look at you, his face flushed a shade of light pink.

You nod and close your fingers around the rock. You’ll have to find somewhere nice to put it. And maybe, someday, you can find him a new one to replace it.

I'd love to know what you thought! I had been considering making this longer, but I thought leaving it open might be a little more fun. if you're interested, I may do a part two later? idk let me know if you're feeling a part two. thank you again to yav and jay for the moodboards. they're both so pretty.

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thegabbyh · 5 days ago

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STRAW-BEAR-IES

☆Pairing: BearHybrid!Namjoon x GN!Reader

☆Genre: hybrid au, fluff, one-shot, pg-13

☆Warnings: none!

☆Word count: 4.3k

☆Summary: You noticed the strawberries in your garden started going missing a few weeks ago, the bushes often being smushed as if something big stepped onto them. Slowly you start to find other parts of your large garden in disarray as well. Who might be this crop thief stealing from you?

☆A/N: Hi!! This is the first time I’ve ever posted onto this account, I hope you’ll like it. I’m thinking of making it a series potentially? Feel free to let me know your thoughts and suggestions and/or if you have any sort of criticism and tips. Also beware of the fact that I do not have a beta reader and English isn’t my first language so there might be some mistakes!!

You sigh as you step into your garden and close the gate. It seems as though someone payed it a visit again last night. The once beautiful green grapes you had growing were now gone, the vines torn down, the trellises bent in funky ways and all the leaves crumpled. You take off your gardening gloves and stuff them into your apron’s front pouch. Your bare hands softly touch the now ruined plant, trying to examine the damage and determine if it’s salvageable. With a huff you bend down and grab onto the plant’s support structure, making sure your footing is firm you get to work with lifting everything up and fixing it.

“Hm, I need the toolbox for this one.” You mumble to yourself, letting go of the structure and tumbling backwards a little. Set on repairing the trellis, you start walking towards the shed. With a pep in your step you start to whistle a random tune, stuffing your hands into your pockets and fishing around for the key to the shed. As you pull out the keys and start to fumble around with them, trying to spot the square silver key, you catch movement in the corner of your eye. At first you brush it off as wind rustling branches, but then you register a large brown lump moving around. Your head shoots up and you immediately freeze up. About ten meters away from you stands a large grizzly bear, sniffing around in the bushes on your property. With fear coursing through your veins, the sudden adrenaline makes your thoughts turn hazy. Starting to fumble with the keys faster you decide it’s best to hide in the shed till it leaves, however once the jingle of the metal clinking resumed the bear’s head rose. It’s black eyes landed directly onto you. Your hands shook and you dropped the keys, your panic starting to become more prominent.

Just as you thought the wild animal was going to pounce, it turned around and ran in the opposite direction as if it was the one scared to death. You halted all your movements in confusion, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Wiping the sweat that accumulated on your forehead you picked up the bundle of metal from the ground and finally found the right key. Quickly shutting the door, you let yourself slump against it. Thumping your head against the wood, you let out a sigh of relief.

After that day you were on edge for a little while, but it wasn’t long till you went back to your usual routine. One morning you had gathered all of the produce that was overly ripe into one large bucket. Now wanting it to go to waste you fed part of it to some of your animals and the rest you had left out in front of the garden in hopes of the thief taking from there instead of ruining all your hard work. You had been carving away at a small piece of wood whilst laying on your hammock when you heard rustling behind you. Slowly turning around you spotted the same brown bear eating away at the produce you had left in the bucket. Your heart started to pound in fear, not knowing what to do you laid back down and tried to be as still as possible, hoping that the beast would be gone soon. The munching noises you could faintly hear stopped at some point and everything went quiet. Tightly shutting your eyes you prayed it was going back to where it came from, but instead you heard heavy footsteps coming towards you. A tear brimmed your eye, your skin prickled with goosebumps and your blood pumped so hard you could hear it. Shallow breaths took over your body, each one of your muscles tensing. The footsteps stopped right beside you, a warm breath tickled your face. The animal let out a deep groan, curiously starting to sniff you. Unable to open your eyes from the terror you used sound and your imagination to be able to tell what the bear was doing. It’s sniffing stopped at your hands, it’s wet snout nudging your skin. You cracked one eye open and saw the large beast staring at the small wooden figurine you had been carving. It’s eyes held no hunger or malice, it looked interested and almost kind? Unsure if you were seeing right, you fully opened your eyes, gawking up at the creature. It looked down at you and then back at your hands, almost as if it was asking what you were doing.

“Uhm, this?” You asked, your voice coming out weak as you held up your creation. The bear grunted and nodded its head. “Oh it’s just a little figurine I was making, it’s supposed to be a dog.” You said wide eyed, to which the bear nodded. “You can… You can understand me?” You squeaked out. The bear nodded again and let out a small grunt. Your confusion only doubled, yet your interest was piqued. You set down the carving onto your stomach and reached out one of your hands, slowly bringing it up to the bears head. Hesitantly you set it down, the fur feeling softer than you’d imagine. Slowly, your hand started to stroke its head to which the beast let out a content grumble and leaned into your touch. Completely stunned, all you could do was continue petting it. The bear lowered its head and let it rest in your lap, the warmth emitting from it surprisingly comforting. The mammal’s big black eyes started to blink slower, its entire body seeming to relax. You however, still felt a bit on edge. It started to nudge your hand with its nose, ‘This is it, I’m going to lose a hand now!’ you thought, expecting to get bitten. However, to your surprise all it did was give your palm a few licks, as if thanking you. It stood back up with a grunt and started to make it’s way towards the wooded area on your property.

After that exchange you had started leaving fruit and leftovers from your dinner on your front porch each evening. Every morning you’d wake up to the food gone and a little gift left in its place. The presents varied from pretty rocks and flowers to money and shiny jewelry you assumed the creature stole from someone. Scraping the remnants of sauce into the container you hummed along to a song playing on the radio. With leftover pasta in one hand and an array of fruits in the other, you made your way to your front door. Pushing the handle down with your elbow and kicking to door open with your foot, you prepare to place the food down onto the steps. A familiar set of black eyes startle you, almost making you drop everything you were holding. “Oh! You scared me.” The bear huffed out something that sounded similar to a laugh. “I got you food. Sit down.” It obliged and plopped down with a grunt. “I got you strawberries, I know you like those.” You say as you place everything down and pick up a strawberry, throwing it towards the bear. It catches the berry mid air and happily chomps down on it. “Bon appetite.” You grin at it and make your way back inside. Sparing the beast one last glance through the window, you turn off all the lights and make your way to bed.

The bear started showing up for dinner early more often, letting you feed and pet it. Tonight was no different, you fed the creature, talked to it pretending it understood you and bid it farewell. Loud claps of thunder awoke you from your sleep, looking out of your window the rain was pouring down like no tomorrow, wind wildly throwing around leaves and jostling trees. Immediately your mind jumped to your furry friend. Without a second thought you got up from bed, quickly shuffling into your slippers and pulling on a robe. With hurried steps you made your way downstairs, looking out onto your front porch you saw the same lump of brown fur laying outside your door, finding shelter from the rain under the gable roof. For a moment you hesitated, what could you even do? Would it be absurd to let the wild animal into your home? It definitely would be. So, you unlocked your front door and opened it. A gust of wind immediately hit you in the face, carrying rain water with it. Not far from your house, a bolt of thunder struck the ground, echoing loudly and flashing before your eyes. The beast startled awake, looking around it shivered in fear. Trying to get it’s attention you yelled over the wind and thunder, flailing your arms around like an idiot. The ears on its head lightly perked up and it turned its head to face you. Large black eyes landed on your figure, watching as you beckoned it inside. Without a hint of uncertainty the creature got up and started walking towards you. Reaching around in the dark and running your hand along the wall, you found the light switch and turned it on. The second your friend entered the house you shut the door, sighing as the storm’s noises faded into a mere hum.

“Wait here.” You instructed and quickly made your may to the bathroom, taking two large towels and scurrying back to the entrance. Unfolding the fabric, you draped it over the bear and got to work with drying it off to the best of your abilities. When you got to its head, you became more gentle. Gingerly rubbing out the moisture from its ears and cheeks, you looked into its eyes. They held a warmth you couldn’t explain, a sort of gratitude no regular bear could express. Its large snout twitched and it blinked up at you slowly. “You’re such a cutie.” You said softly and wiped its forehead. It let out a grunt and looked away as if it were embarrassed. “Come, you can sleep on my rug.” You said and started making your way toward the living room. Heavy footsteps followed behind you, the old wooden floor of your house creaking underneath its weight. “Sleep here, just don’t break anything please.” You told the beast with a small smile and bid it goodnight.

Sounds of birds chirping and the soft howl of the wind woke you up. Sitting up in bed you yawned, stretching your arms out above your head and twisting your torso around to release tension. Your feet made contact with the cold floor of your bedroom, sluggishly getting up to open your window. You leaned outside and took in a big breath of fresh air, the smell of rain still present in the morning chill. The peaceful moment was cut short by loud clanking coming from downstairs followed by a thump. Startled, you quickly made your way towards the source of the noise. Expecting to find the bear you’ve come to know as your friend, you’re alarmed to see a fully grown man standing in your kitchen with all of your pots and pans spilled onto the ground. You quickly grab one of your kitchen knives and firmly hold it towards the intruder. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?” You ask calmly. The man’s eyes widen and he puts his hands up. “Uhm uhh...” He mumbles, clearly taken aback. “I’m Namjoon.” He says and raises a brow, sounding more like a question than a statement. “How did you get in?” You question, tilting your head up and straightening your posture, trying your best to intimidate him. “You let me in last night.” His response takes you off guard, before you can reply to it his hand goes up to his head and he points at a pair of brow ears you hadn’t noticed before. That’s when it clicks. The large grizzly bear you had befriended wasn’t entirely a bear after all. Everything made sense now.

“Why did you steal from me?” The sentence flies out of your mouth before you can think about it. “Uhm, I was hungry.” The man replies, his ears drooping and his arms coming back down to his sides. You soften at his words knowing he never meant any harm. Putting the knife back you crouch down to pick up all the pots, he follows suit and the two of you quietly clean up. “So you say your name is Namjoon?” You asked as you began to gather ingredients for breakfast. “Yes.” He responded with a nod of his head. “I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to officially meet you.” You gave a small smile which he returned, adorable dimples appearing on his face. “Would you like some breakfast?” You asked as you rummaged around the kitchen. “Yes!” He responded eagerly to which you chuckled. After a beat of silence he spoke up again. “I’ve been thinking…” You let out a hum, encouraging him to continue. “You’ve kept me fed for so long now and I’ve done pretty much nothing in return. Let me help you with all your farm work to pay off my debt.” He said in a low voice. “You have no debt Namjoon.” You responded and looked at him over your shoulder. “However, a helping hand is always welcome here.” You started cracking eggs into a bowl. “Plus it would be nice to have someone around to talk to, y’know to keep me company.” You said as you started whisking the eggs. “You’ll let me stay?” He asked in disbelief, his voice full of hope. “I don’t see why not, you don’t look very weak and that’s certainly a plus.” You stated as you looked him up and down, giving a playful wink. His eyes winded a bit, but he didn’t comment on it.

After eating together you had decided to give him a proper tour of the property. He seemed particularly interested in your garden and your sculpting workshop. Once you showed him everything you began doing chores together, occasionally chatting and getting to know each other more. You had found out he was a stray hybrid, living on the streets for three years now. He had tried hitch hiking from one town to another about four months ago, when he suddenly got weird vibes from the truck driver he was traveling with. Not wanting to risk anything he ran away once they had pulled into a gas station, never looking back. After wandering through the woods for ages he came across the fence of your estate. At first he wasn’t going to cross it, scared someone would hunt him down and kill him if he entered private property. However, once he had smelled the pie you were baking his hunger got the better of him and he jumped the barrier. Realizing you were a stable source of food he continued to sneak around and eventually ended up here with you. Feeling grave pity for him you decided in that moment that it was your mission to help repair this man and give him the comfortable and fulfilling life he never got the chance to experience. He also told you about some of his friends who were stray hybrids as well, hoping to reunite with them one day. Apparently there were six of them, seven including Namjoon. They helped each other survive when no one else would.

After a long hard day of labor, the two of you came back to the farmhouse. You gave him some of your old oversized clothes and pointed him to your bathroom. He took his first proper shower in a while, enjoying using all of your different products and being pampered. Whilst he took care of his hygiene you got busy with making dinner. As you were grabbing all the ingredients you needed from the refrigerator, you noticed the vanilla tarts you had made the day before. Debating on serving them as dessert your eyes landed on the last couple of strawberries you managed to salvage from your garden, seemingly the bear’s favorite kind of berry to steal while you weren’t looking. Lighting up at the idea of combining the two foods for your friend to enjoy, you giddily got to work with dinner, the idea of surprising Namjoon lingering in your mind the entire time. Once he came out of the bathroom your eyes raked his form. Admiring how the large clothes fitted his frame and the way he did his best to dry his damp hair and ears with a towel. It only now dawned on you how handsome he was, this being the first time you truly took a moment to observe him since you initially saw his human form. His eyes caught yours, before you could get lost in their dark color you cleared your throat. “You hungry? I’m almost done with making dinner.” You asked and quickly started stirring the pot of sauce you were making. “I’m starving. Need any help?” He replied to which you instructed him to set the table.

The meal was fairly quiet, both of you lost in your own thoughts. When both of your plates were empty and your bellies almost entirely full, he was about to get up from the table. “Not so fast!” You said with a small smile. “I’m not going anywhere, I swear I was gonna help you clean up!” He replied briskly to which you laughed at him. He tilted his head in confusion, still thinking you were trying to scold him for bad manners. “There’s desert.” You said, your smile widening. His eyes lit up and his ears perked up. You could hear clothes shuffling, but he wasn’t moving an inch. That’s when you realized his tail small was wagging underneath his shirt. Trying to bite down your smile, you served the tarts on a plate with your strawberries. His nose moved as he sniffed the air, clearly eager for the treat. “What is it?” He asked in wonder, pointing at the baked good. “It’s a vanilla tart, try it.” You responded, handing him a fork. He eagerly dug in. Once he tasted it he started nodding his head vigorously, a close lipped smile spreading on his face. “You like it?” You asked. “Mhm!” He almost purred out, his taste buds not used to such delicate dishes. “Have a strawberry, I know you like those. Plus it goes well with the vanilla.” You picked up one of the red berries, thoughtlessly bringing it up to his lips. He shyly opened his jaws, holding eye contact as you inserted it into his mouth. His lips closed around it, faintly brushing your finger tips as you pulled your hand away. He slowly chewed, still looking at you. “Good?” You inquired, he leisurely swallowed. “So good.”

Namjoon had been living with you for a few months now. He had started stealing from your garden during last year’s spring and you let him into your home around summer time. It was now late January, your entire property covered in a blanket of crystal white snow. During this time of year you never have much work around the garden, more so focusing on taking care of all of your animals, letting yourself be consumed by reading and sculpting more often than not. “Namu, we’re running out of firewood, we should go chop up some more before it gets dark out.” You said as you poked around the fire you created in the fireplace, not realizing the nickname that slipped from your mouth. “Namu?” He questioned, testing it out on his tongue. “Hm, Namu. I like it.” He looked up in thought, lowering the book he was reading onto his lap. “Wait what was the question?” He suddenly sat up straighter, realizing you said something he didn’t quite comprehend. “I didn’t ask you a question, I said we needed to go get more firewood before it gets dark out.” You plopped down onto your butt from the crouch you were in a moment ago, chuckling at the bear hybrid. He watched you closely, playing with one of the pages of the open book sitting on his thigh. You leaned back on your palms and raised an eyebrow at him, awaiting his response. “Oh, yeah sure. You wanna go now or…?” He broke the eye contact, looking around at nothing in particular. “Yeah, let’s go.” You got up and dusted your hands off, walking up to where he was sitting on the sofa you extended an arm, helping him get up. The two of you got to work with preparing the firewood, Namjoon doing most of the heavy lifting. When you finished with it he turned into his bear form, stating that it’s easier to stay warm that way. He laid on his side on the floor, you leaning against him and petting his soft fur. It was to reserve heat you told yourselves, not being able to admit that the soft touches served as more than just a source of physical warmth.

One night you laid in your bed, covered in heaps of blankets trying to warm your body up, but it just wasn’t working. No matter how many layers of fabric you put onto your body you were still freezing. You crawled out of bed, shivering as the cold air in your room hit your whole body. Shuffling around in the dark for your slippers and robe, you hazily pulled them both on and made your way to the guest room down the hall. Lifting your fist up to the door you softly knocked, a sleepy grumble could be heard from the other side. Taking it as a sign to come in you pushed the door open. “Namu, I can’t sleep from the cold. Can I come sleep in your bed?” You quietly said into the darkness. The lump in the middle of the bed grumbled something, his arm extending and lifting the duvet he was under. You eagerly entered the room and took off your robe and slippers, shimmying into the bed. His arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into his warm chest. Finally heating up, you let your body relax into his embrace, letting sleep take over.

Following that night it became a routine to share a bed, the excuse still being the need for warmth. Namjoon had especially grown accustomed to holding you in his sleep. So much so that one afternoon when you went to a nearby town to buy some necessities, he decided to take a nap. He couldn’t find a comfortable position if his life depended on it. Tossing and turning in his bed, he realized his arms felt too empty. He tried hugging one of his pillows, but it wasn’t enough. Huffing in annoyance he decided to go sleep in your bed, the thought of your scent enveloping him made his tail wag immediately. He walked over to your room, plopping down onto your bed and nestling into your sheets. Burying his head into your pillow he inhaled your scent, letting out a satisfied hum at the familiar smell. Though he partially found the comfort he was seeking he still wasn’t fully pleased. He laid in your bed for what felt like hours, missing the way your hands would gently play with his hair and scratch behind his ears. The moment he heard your car pull up into the driveway he shot up from bed, running down the stairs and almost tripping over himself. You entered the house with arms full of bags, setting them down to take off your shoes and jacket. He didn’t even give you a moment to register his presence, immediately enveloping you into an embrace and starting to scent at your neck. “Namjoon, that tickles!” You giggled as his nose brushed against your sensitive skin. Upon hearing your voice he only hugged you tighter. “You okay?” You asked, placing your hand atop his head, suddenly worried by his behavior. “Yeah, I just missed you.” He mumbled into your shoulder. “Was I really gone for that long?” You questioned as you pulled away, trying to get a proper look at his face. Realizing how clingy he was acting, he became embarrassed. He let go of you and awkwardly cleared his throat. “Uhh no.” He said, scratching the back of his neck and looking away. “You can come with next time.” You stated, sensing his shame. The small ears atop his head perked up, a lazy grin spreading on his face. “Yes please.” He responded, a light pink forming on his cheeks.

Eventually the two of you unpacked all of the things you bought. The second you were done Namjoon tugged at your sleeve. Wordlessly, you let him pull you along to wherever he wanted to go. He brought you to your bedroom, laying you down onto your bed. “Sleep.” He mumbled, nosing at your throat and laying down onto your chest. Your hand instinctively rose to his head, scratching at his scalp lightly. You felt a low rumble coming from Namjoon, at first you thought he was just clearing his throat, but then it hit you. “Namu are you purring?” You asked. “Yeah.” He simply responded. “I didn’t know bears could purr.” You chuckled, pleasantly surprised by the discovery. “It doesn’t happen often, but it is possible.” He muttered, nuzzling further into your skin. You grabbed one of his hands, intertwining your fingers together. Slowly you brought it up to your face, placing a gentle peck onto his knuckles. His purring abruptly stopped. “Is this okay?” You asked, your heart dropping at the prospect of making him uncomfortable. He didn’t reply verbally, only placing a soft kiss onto the bare skin of your collarbone, his purrs resuming twice as loud.

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Sprite's Favourite Fics {Bangtan Fics} Part 14

Note: (I'll keep updating the lists as I read more fics. Also, all the moodboards are edited by me therefore I request everyone not to repost them as theirs)

[Masterlist]

[POLY]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Potion 609 by jincherie

✩ — pairing: seokjin x reader x jimin ✩ — genre: poly, magic au, roadtrip au, mutual pining, borderline crack, fluff, slight angst ✩ — words: 10.8k ✩ — summary: A four day roadtrip into the depths of the mountains with the two best friends you’ve recently realised you have feelings for is probably the last thing you need. It becomes a reality, though, when Seokjin and Jimin bring home a cursed doll that reacts with the potion you were making and lands you all cursed yourselves; both forced to say whatever comes to mind and bound to each other. Now stuck in close quarters with your two idiot best friends who for the life of them can not shut up for the foreseeable future while you venture to fix this, you’re beginning to doubt whether you or your heart can survive this trip in one piece.

[KIM NAMJOON]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Butterfingers by jincherie

↽pairing: namjoon x reader ↽genre: hybrid!au, teacher!au, hybrid!namjoon, teacher!namjoon ↽words: 8.2k+ ↽summary: He had you at the very first pebble he gave you.

➺ Tounge Tied by dovechim

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader Genre: Fluff/ Harry Potter au Word count: 2.6k Summary: Namjoon is down with a very unique curse, but it turns out to be a blessing in disguise.

➺ Free Delivery Not Included [M] by dovechim

Pairing: Fertility Specialist! Namjoon x Reader Genre: Smut Word count: 7.1k Summary: The premise is simple, really. you’ve been wanting to have a baby ever since you and your husband got married three years ago. Dr Kim Namjoon is the top fertility specialist in town who boasts a 100% success rate. the thing is, your husband has given up on trying to have children, so you find yourself visiting Dr Kim Namjoon in secret, only to realise that his methods are slightly unorthodox.

➺ Warmth by jincherie

↽pairing: Namjoon x reader ↽genre: fluff, drabble, demigod!au, demigod!Namjoon, roommate!au ↽words: 3k ↽summary: Even Cupid’s son needs a break every now and then, but Namjoon’s trip to the human world brings about more realisations than he intended.

[KIM SEOKJIN]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Golden Boy [M] by kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jin x Reader Genre: Fluff, smut, neighbours au Word Count: 9,208 Summary: The golden boy of the porn industry, prettier than half his female co-stars. Will sue if you pull his hair. Always bothering his neighbors with pizza delivery.

➺ A Lullaby on Canvas by jincherie

✧ pairing; seokjin x reader ✧ genre; neighbour au, siren au, artist au, fluff, smut ✧ words; 15k ✧ summary; Your neighbour, as far as you knew, was mute. You weren’t sure what exactly had happened, but you figured that perhaps it contributed to the stunning works he created with paints and clay. You were curious, and that curiosity led you to grow closer – but perhaps, in growing closer and getting to know him, you were getting a little in over your head.

➺ Fast Lane by yminie

pairing: FormulaOneRacer! Jin x PitCrew! Reader genre: enemies to lovers, smut, fluff words: 20.6k summary: “Disgruntledly, you think to yourself how frustrating it is he can be quite so awful of a person and still be so good looking.” Alternatively, Boy Toy racer Kim Seokjin lives to test; the laws of speed, how many women he can bag, how much money he can convince people to give him, and quite how far you can be pushed before you snap.

➺ Lost & Found by jincherie

↼pairing: seokjin x reader ↼genre: selkie au,roommate au, fluff ? ↼words: 9.1k+ ↽summary: How were you supposed to know that beautiful sealskin coat you picked up on the beach belonged to none other than your friend Kim Seokjin, the most beautiful man alive and the keeper of your heart?

➺ Is that my shirt you're wearing? by snackhobi

pairing: seokjin x reader genre: fluff (sfw/general) word count: 1.9k

{SERIES}

➺ Clichés and Canapés (M) by kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader Genre: best friends to lovers; fake dating; billionaire au Parts: 2/2 Synopsis: After twenty years of friendship, you’d think you were used to Seokjin’s proposals by now. In the past he’s forced you to participate in skydiving, skinny dipping, and even staging a rescue from the local shelter. Seokjin has always had big ideas but this time, even he may have gone too far. Granted, break-ups are stressful, and Seokjin’s latest one up was bad. Really bad. As in, they-ended-things-in-December-and-now-she’s-dating-his-brother bad. It almost makes sense then, when Seokjin asks you to come home with him for his parents' party. Almost makes sense when he says his family assumed you were dating, and he didn't correct them. What doesn’t make sense is the longer you fake things, the more you find yourself wondering if this was real all along.

[MIN YOONGI]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Sugar Rush Ride by lo1k-diamonds

PAIRING: Yoongi x Reader GENRE: coworkers (mutually) pining to lovers WORD COUNT: 12.6k SUMMARY: You produced a song based on your hidden desires for your fellow producer and promised yourself that tonight, things would change. You were done pining after him, but then he arrived at the listening party.

➺ Love Roulette by whatifyoulivelikethat

pairing(s): yoongi x reader genre: friends-to-lovers; fluff / feels / a bit of a slow but sweet burn; agonizing over becoming an adult; smut summary: You get dragged into some dumbass shit thanks to your roommate and childhood best friend, Kim Seokjin. What is the Love Roulette you ask? Seven men put their names in a hat and six consenting women draw their names from said hat. You have to date them for three months. Social experiment, yeah? And the last nonconsenting woman? Why, that's you!

➺ Vulpine by jincherie

↼pairing: yoongi x reader ↼genre: gumiho!yoongi, supernatural creatures!au, smut ↼words: 12.7k+ ↼summary: Life as a supernatural exterminator is never boring, but when you get called to a case at a large home in the woods you think its nothing more than just the usual haunting. It didn’t take you long after arriving, however, to realise that it wasn’t a ghost or poltergeist plaguing this house, but something different, something dangerous.... something alive.

[JUNG HOSEOK]

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➺ The Dragon's Princess by jamaisjoons

⟶ pairing: dragon shifter!hoseok x princess!reader ⟶ genre: angst • fluff • smut ⟶ wordcount: 23.5k ⟶ summary: with your mother’s death, and your father remarrying, came your abandonment in a tower - under the pretence that you’d be saved by a prince when you were older. now, it’s been over a decade and the princes come in droves to save you from the dragon that guards you. but you don’t want a charming prince. no. you prefer sweet ferocious dragons. one sweet, ferocious dragon in particular. fantasy au. royalty au. fairytale au. childhood friends to lovers au.

[PARK JIMIN]

{ONESHOT}

➺ The Boyfriend Concept [M] by kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jimin x Reader Genre: Porn Star!AU / fluff / smut / slight angst Word Count: 22,063 Summary: Win a Date with a Porn Star! You saw the sign when you walked in, of course, but you had no idea your friend dropped your name into the raffle. Fast-forward to later that day, when you actually win. You are horrified, of course, with no intention of accepting and setting yourself up for embarrassment. But then you meet Jimin, and decide this might be worth a shot.

➺ Reset [M] by dovechim

Pairing: Jimin x Reader Genre: Strangers to Lovers, College au Word Count: 10,226 words + Drabble Summary: We are made of the pieces of what we remember, and we hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there are memories to call our own, there can be no true loss. But Park Jimin has no such privilege.

{SERIES}

➺ Opposites Attract by kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Slytherin! Jimin x Hufflepuff! Reader Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Hogwarts au Parts: 9/9 Summary: A series of drabbles about Slytherin!Jimin and Hufflepuff!Y/N, the sister of his self-declared mortal enemy.

[KIM TAEHYUNG]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Day by Day by hueseok

pairing: taehyung x reader content: fluff | smut | strangers to lovers au | a dash of supposed one-night stand au | eventual established relationship au word count: 8.2k summary: as surprising as it sounds, you and taehyung didn’t just meet after a considerable amount of drinks, shameless dance floor grinding, and a one-night stand turned legit relationship—because as it turns out, you two have met each other approximately three more instances in the past, every encounter building up until finally, the universe decided it was time.

{SERIES}

➺ Mystery Gang; Unsolved by jincherie

☾ — Pairing: taehyung x reader ☾ — Genre: demon au, supernatural/paranormal au, buzzfeed unsolved au/inspired, smut (oncoming), f2l ☾ — Parts: 3/3 ☾ — Summary: Ever since you met taehyung in one of your first year classes at university, you seemed to click and you hadn’t parted from each other’s side since. you’ve been his friend for a few years now, and your mutual interest in the supernatural and taehyung’s propensity for finding the spotlight wherever he goes led to the two of you starting up your very own supernatural investigation vlog series. friends isnt the only thing you want to be, and one night close to hallow’s eve when the two of you get a little in over your heads in a way you never have been before, you find out that maybe it’s not only you that feels that way.

[JEON JUNGKOOK]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Petty by hamsterclaw

Pairing: Jungkook x f!reader Genre: Crack, smut, rookie lawyer reader and criminal JK Word count: 11k Summary: You end up being responsible for Jeon Jungkook, who's impulsive, annoying and in the habit of breaking the law. Unfortunately for you, he's also funny and sexy as fuck. There's no way this can end well, can it?

➺ Chewie & Choco Boy by hueseok

pairing: soccer captain! jeongguk x reader genre: fluff | light angst | college au | best friends to lovers au word count: 14.5k + sequel summary: all your life, jeongguk has always been and only been your best friend. no matter the countless misunderstandings and the never ending teasing when it came to the true nature of your relationship, you two remained firm about it—saying that you were really just really good friends and nothing more. though lately, that doesn’t seem to be right anymore, especially as the both of you begin getting confused yourselves.

➺ Heavy Lifting by snackhobi

Pairing: jungkook x reader Genre: fluff + comedy Word count: 13.4k Summary: you work the night shift in a supermarket. and now your crush, aka the cutest boy in the world, aka the guy you’ve been thirsting after for months, aka jeon jungkook, works the night shift too. les geddit

➺ Kiss it Better by jincherie

✩ — pairing: jungkook x reader ✩ — genre: college/uni au, smut, cheerleader!jk, pining, borderline crack ✩ — words: 11.7k ✩ — summary: When one goes to Kim Seokjin for advice, it’s almost guaranteed to never end well. This is something Jungkook learns quickly when he mistakenly follows treasured advice to ‘be smart’ and ‘use his assets’. He just did what he was told! Of course, the execution was a bit poor… and embarrassing. But hey, if rocking up to cheer practice in a skirt doesn’t woo your crush, what will?

➺ Heartbreak Veterans by hueseok

✩ — Pairing: Busker! jeongguk x reader ✩ — Content: fluff | light angst | strangers to lovers au ✩ — Word count: 10.3k ✩ — Summary: “But what about you?” He brings up a new topic, gesturing suddenly at your whole figure and you remember that you still had the ridiculous hot pink cocktail dress on in front of this handsome man. “What’s the story behind all of that?” You lean on your chair, pulling at the ends of the dress as if presenting it to him. “I attended a wedding. My best friend’s wedding.” He raises his eyebrows, curious and definitely more interested, leaning on the table slightly. “Let me guess… is this best friend of yours secretly the one you’ve been sobbing about?” You nod with a loud laugh. “Bingo.” “Damn.” Jeongguk chuckles. “Then that just makes us heartbreak veterans now, huh?”

{SERIES}

➺ A Lover's Kiss by hueseok

pairing: jeongguk x reader content: smut | angst | fluff | friends with benefits au | idiots to lovers au | college au | yearning? pining? | ft. swimmer!jeongguk, editor-in-chief!reader parts: 16/16 summary: a friends with benefits relationship never ends on a good note. unless, both parties are not dumb fucks who find themselves falling for each other along the way of their agreement, of course. and in yours and jeongguk’s case, you should have known better than to think the two of you would be an exception to the so-called curse of being friends with benefits with someone you already hold dear to you, since not even five months since it was agreed upon—the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

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Bound by Fate (Husky!RM x Reader)

Summary- In a world where hybrids exist and require a human to continue to live in the world, Namjoon is struggling to find a replacement.

Ever since Y/N had joined work, Kim Namjoon had been a comforting presence. He had helped her adjust at work and didn't hesitate to help her incase she didn't understand what was going on. In turn, helping their friendship to blossom.

Namjoon was hardworking and kept his head down; because hybrids had only started working in an office setting and he didn't want to cause any issues or give anyone reason to point fingers at him.

Right now, Namjoon was in a crisis. His owner; a sweet and kind old lady, who had taken him in when he was a teenager after being thrown out by his first family, had raised and cared for him. She had helped him get an education and helped him apply for jobs. Hybrids needed their owner's permission to work and an ownerless hybrid went back into the system. The sweet old lady, had been diagnosed with cancer and the doctor said that she wouldn't live long. The thought frightened Namjoon, wondering what would come of him. His owner was struggling to find someone who would take Namjoon in, older hybrids weren't the most desired.

In comes Y/N. She hadn't meant to overhear his conversation. But Namjoon had been on call and was talking about stuff. "Grandma, I hope you get better, really." Namjoon insisted. "I understand, my child. But, I think it's about time we apply for temporary ownerships" she replied. Y/N bumped into a plant, alerting Namjoon who hastily cut the call. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to" she began but Namjoon quickly left.

After that incident, Y/N had tried to talk to Namjoon a couple times but he would always find a way to run away from her. Until she saw him enter a lift and ran towards him; just in the nick of time, entering the lift. "Hi" she smiled at him, slightly out of breath from the running. "Hi" Namjoon replied back. "I'm sorry about over hearing your conversation, that day" she gulped, awkwardly. "It's okay" he sighed. "I've been thinking and I think I have a solution" she spoke, making Namjoon's grey ears perk up. "It might not be the best one but maybe something you can think about" she spoke slowly. Namjoon nodding for her to continue when the lift dinged, signally they've arrived. The pair stepped out and Namjoon coaxed her to continue. "Maybe you could live with me. I have a two bedroom apartment. It quite spacious. It has a good surrounding, we have parks and hiking trails near by. There's a gym in the building, one of the amenities and a pool too" she rambled. "Y/N" he spoke. "I know it would be weird, but we'd be roommates. No one needs to know about you living with me." she elaborated. "I'll think about it" Namjoon said and walked away.

He did think about it. It was the best solution to his problem for now. He had known Y/N for 3 years, she was sweet girl; but he wasn't sure about the living together. He sat down and had a conversation with his grandma. She was very happy Namjoon had a home and that she trusted that girl since he had spoken so highly of her since she joined. And he didn't speak about other people much. She also insisted that Namjoon should try to get mated; since he was at the age both as a human and as a hybrid. Namjoon always dismissed the idea, not ready for the commitment yet. His heats had stopped since his owner had been diagnosed; he was in fight or flight.

After a long discussion and contemplating the decision on multiple sleepless nights; he approached Y/N one evening; "Can we have tea together?" he asked her. "Sure" she agreed and accompanied him. They went to a tea shop near by and ordered tea. As they waited; Namjoon's brain was short circuiting on how to start the conversation. "Did you think about my offer?" Y/N broke his out of his thoughts. Namjoon blinked twice before nodding. "What's the consensus?" she smiled reassuringly. "I'll move in" he mumbled. "I'm happy to be of help. You don't have to worry about anything. Things will stay the same, no one has to know" she beamed.

In a few days, his old owner signed over his adoption papers and Namjoon reluctantly moved in with Y/N even though he wanted to stay with her until her last days. It was soon after he moved that she ended up passing; Namjoon guessed she stopped fighting now that she was sure he was in safe hands.

The two of them fell into domestic bliss; enjoying the peace that they brought each other.

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thegabbyh · 6 days ago

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀pretty little mess Ꮺ bangtan

summary in which you ride their thigh and they watch you come undone ⠀/⠀nsfw, tension relief, body worship, desperation, established relationship or fwb (up to interpretation). minors do not interact !!!

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⠀◖ ⠀◟⠀namjoon⠀◝⠀៹⠀ he’s not even touching her. not really. just sitting back against the headboard, shirtless and patient, watching her rock against the thick muscle of his thigh like it’s the only thing keeping her sane. her fingers clutch his shoulders, knuckles white, while her hips grind down in slow, sloppy circles. her breath catches every time the friction hits just right, and namjoon just watches. eyes dark, lips parted, chest rising and falling like he’s the one unraveling. “go on,” he whispers, voice low and reverent. “use me, baby.” she whimpers — broken and soft — and his hands move only to steady her waist, not to help, not to rush. “you’re so close,” he murmurs, head tilting as he kisses her temple. “come for me like this.” and she does — thighs trembling, a strangled moan caught in her throat as she soaks his skin. he doesn’t flinch. just holds her through it, proud and wrecked and in love.

⠀◖⠀ ◟⠀seokjin⠀◝⠀៹⠀ he hadn’t meant for it to get this far. it started as a tease, his thigh offered half-jokingly while he leaned back on the couch, shirt bunched around his elbows, eyes glinting. “if you’re that needy, then show me,” he’d said, expecting a pout. instead, she climbed onto his lap, kissed him hard, and now— her panties are soaked through, leaving a wet patch on his sweats as she grinds over and over, chasing friction like a drug. “fuck,” he mutters under his breath, the humor long gone. her fingers grip his shoulders, breath stuttering, head bowed against his neck. “jin—” she gasps, voice all tremble and urgency. and he snaps — one arm wrapped tight around her waist, the other sliding between them to press against her clit, just once. she breaks apart in his arms, moaning against his skin. “so impatient,” he murmurs, but his voice is wrecked. he’s hard as hell, and he’s already thinking about round two.

⠀◖⠀ ◟⠀yoongi⠀◝⠀៹⠀ he told her to take what she needed. that’s all. no instructions, no teasing — just a quiet, “come here, baby” as he spread his legs and let her settle into his lap, the denim of his jeans rough and perfect against her core. now she’s moving, slow and rhythmic, grinding herself down until she’s shaking, her forehead pressed against his shoulder, lips parted in breathless little gasps. yoongi’s hands are on her hips, not guiding, just steady. like a grounding wire, keeping her together while she comes apart. “just like that,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “you’re doing so good.” he can feel how wet she is, how much she wants it. and he wants to give her more — his cock, his mouth, his everything — but for now, this is enough. watching her ruin herself on him, all flushed cheeks and desperate whines, he knows: she was made for this kind of pleasure. made to be worshipped.

⠀◖ ⠀◟⠀hoseok⠀◝⠀៹⠀ he’s losing his mind. she’s in nothing but a t-shirt, thighs spread over one of his, panties long gone, slick coating his skin every time she moves. he’s leaned back, hands behind him on the mattress, eyes locked on her face as she grinds down harder, her body chasing friction like a prayer. “fuck, hobi,” she gasps, and his name sounds like salvation. he nods, breath caught in his throat, pupils blown wide. “that’s it, baby—ride it. show me how bad you need it.” he wants to touch her so bad it hurts. wants to flip her over and sink into her until she forgets her own name. but he doesn’t. he lets her lead. watches her fall apart, crying out as her orgasm hits, trembling so hard she nearly collapses. he catches her, of course. kisses her shoulder. presses a hand to her heart. “you’re incredible,” he says like it’s the truth (because it is), and he means it with every breath.

⠀◖⠀ ◟⠀jimin⠀◝⠀៹⠀ he’s underneath her, shirtless and smug, watching her grind on his thigh like it’s a game he’s already won. her face is flushed, lips swollen from all the biting, her movements stuttery and desperate. “baby…” he breathes, voice dripping with sweetness and sin, “you’re really gonna come like this?” she nods — barely — too far gone to speak. and jimin groans, low and filthy, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. “you’re so pretty when you’re messy.” he kisses her like she’s falling apart, like he can taste her pleasure on his tongue, and her hands clutch at his shoulders as her body tenses. when she finally comes, he watches every second — eyes locked on her expression like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “god, you’re everything,” he whispers, and then flips her underneath him, already grinning. “now let me take care of the rest.”

⠀◖⠀ ◟⠀taehyung⠀◝⠀៹ ⠀ he doesn’t even blink. just sits back in the velvet armchair like a king, legs spread, letting her work herself against the solid press of his thigh while his hands rest lazily on the arms of the chair. the only giveaway is his jaw — tense, tight — and the flicker of his tongue across his bottom lip. she’s panting already, body trembling as she drags her soaked pussy along the muscle of his thigh, clinging to his shirt like it’s the only thing keeping her from slipping under. “look at you,” he murmurs, voice so low it vibrates through the floor. “fuckin’ yourself on me like you were made for it.” he leans forward just enough to catch her chin, tilt her face up. “you wanna come, baby?” her nod is immediate, breathless. “then come for me,” he says. and she does, with a broken cry, body convulsing in his lap. he kisses her forehead. “good girl.”

⠀◖⠀ ◟⠀jungkook⠀◝⠀៹⠀he’s trying so hard to stay still, but fuck—she’s not making it easy. straddling his thigh, panties soaked through, her hips moving in frantic little circles as she chases the high like it’s her last breath. his hands are on her ass, gripping tight, grounding her. his eyes don’t leave her face — wide, dazed, mouth open with a soft chant of his name. “kook… please…” she whines, and he groans, low and ruined. “you can do it,” he rasps. “come on, baby, make a mess on me.” and she does — hard, shaking, grinding through it while he holds her steady and kisses her shoulder through every wave. when she finally collapses against his chest, trembling and boneless, he whispers against her hair, “fuck, that was so hot… you feel what you did to me?” and yeah, he’s hard as hell — but he doesn’t even care. her pleasure’s already wrecked him.

quietly always, cigarettesuga.

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thegabbyh · 6 days ago

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Daydream.KTH [m] "Baby" 01

boyfriend!taehyung x female reader

Genre: drabble series; smut; fluff

Words: 2.8k

Synopsis: Your boyfriend is daydreaming about how he fucked you last night.

Warnings: talk about babies; protected sex; spanking; oral sex (f. & m. receiving)

"Hey, Kim, focus please!"

The voice of the superintendent makes Taehyung jolt. Even if he is quite bruised in his ego to have been called out in from of the whole team, he cannot deny that he wasn't daydreaming while he should listen to the meeting. It's not even that he finds is job boring — he actually enjoys being a police officer — but something is stuck in his mind.

Something as you.

Taehyung knows he has to get his head in the game otherwise his colleagues, especially the older ones, won't stop teasing him and he is not fond of sharing that the reason why he is so deep in thoughts today is because he fucked you good the night before.

₊˚⊹♡ YESTERDAY

You roll your eyes for the millionth times. Your boyfriend and you know that it's a never ending debate — well, perhaps Taehyung doesn't really acknowledge that.

"Why are you so insisting anyway?" You ask with despair

"And why are you so against it?" He replies, trying his best to make his puppy eyes but it's not working — not with this subject

You do your best to escape the conversation by heading to the kitchen and attempt to make food but, obviously, Taehyung won't let it go that easily. You know the man, he is stubborn on certain topics and this one is definitely one of them.

"Y/N, answer me" He says, more softly, sounding almost hurt "Why don't you want to have kids with me?"

You sigh, your heart squeezing in your chest.

"It's not that I don't want kids but I don't want kids now" You try to explain

"Why not?"

"Because it's too soon" You reply firmly

"We've been dating for two years!" Taehyung exclaims, scandalized

"We have time" You de-dramatize, patting his cheek

"Please" He whines

And here you go again.

Your boyfriend has been begging for kids for months now. You don't know why this sudden urge appears but you suspect the birth of one of his colleague's baby. You know that Taehyung wants children, the talk arrived early in your relationship, but you don't want children right now. For you, 26 is still young.

"Tae..." You sigh

"I just want a mini you walking around" He pouts and brings you closer by grabbing your hips

He even draws light circles with his thumbs like he knows you like. That man is definitely a menace for your sanity.

You know damn well that he is trying to seduce you and you hate to admit that it's working. To be honest, Taehyung is really, really handsome. A lot of your friends are burning in jealousy that you got to get the hot police officer with the whole honey-tanned skin and muscles set.

"Don't you think it'd be adorable?"

Oh, you forgot to mention the harmonious deep and sexy voice in the set.

"Baby, you don't want one child, you want five!" You point out

"Five mini yous walking around is cuter!" He states

"Do you know how hard is it for a woman's body to have a child? Then, think about five!"

"Please, baby" Taehyung pouts again "I'll do anything"

You think for a minute, trying to prove that he is actually not ready to 'do anything'.

"You'll massage my feet after I come back from the gym?" You tease

"Before and after your shower" He answers without hesitation

"You'll let me win every argument?" You raise your brow

"Isn't it already the case?" Taehyung jokes, slyly kissing your neck

Instinctively, you wraps your hands around his neck to appreciate more his lips on your skin.

"You'll really do anything?" You whisper because you know that if you talk too loud, you'll moan

"Anything. I'll eat you out everyday"

Tempting.

"Even when I'm on my period?" You cock a brow

Taehyung pulls back his head from the crook of your neck and looks at you with big black eyes. He doesn't say it but his face spots a light disgust and you're having a hard time concealing your laugh.

"Even when you're on your period" He finally concedes

"Wow, you really want kids, do you?" You say, genuinely surprised that he is ready to go this far

"Yes" You can see on his handsome face that he is dead serious "With you" He adds and gosh, you can't help but blush

Taehyung is not only the most good-looking guy on Earth, he is also the sweetest one. When you first met him, you were attracted by his physical appearance of course, but you fell in love with him because of his personality.

"I'll think about it"

"You promise?" You spot the excitement in your boyfriend's voice

"Yeah" You smile widely at him

Taehyung secures his arms around you and lifts you up to head to the bedroom. His happiness that you are simply thinking about having his baby drives him beyond clouds. He loves you, so much. Yeah, he has been wanting to have (a lot of) kids since he was young but when he met you, he knew that you were the one. He is just tired that his fantasizes of you as the mother of his babies are, well, fantasizes.

He makes sure to land you safely on the bed and wastes no time in getting rid of his t-shirt, blessing you with his strong upper body, while you keep giggling. Seeing you smile makes him happy and he can't help but send you the most charming smile ever.

"Why are you laughing?" He questions, raising a brow in a comic way

"Because I was wondering if your colleagues knew that the intimating and buff Kim Taehyung was actually crazy for cute babies" You joke but your smile doesn't last as your boyfriend lays on you to capture your mouth

"Not any cute babies" He states "Ours"

Gosh, he makes it very difficult to say no.

He doesn't really give you time to think about that because he starts pulling up the hem of your t-shirt that you might have actually borrowed — stolen — from your boyfriend. Taehyung grunts against your lips as he squeezes your bare breasts, not believing that you hid the fact that you didn't have a bra underneath his large t-shirt.

Actually, he is not complaining: he loves your tits. But well, he loves everything in you.

He starts going south to reach your boobs and kiss them. He even licks and sucks your nipples until they are hard and you start whining with impatience. Taehyung knows you so well and he knows that his ministrations on your breasts bring wetness to your core. And even if he didn't know yet, the way you are starting to buckle up your hips so you can gain some friction is a clear sign of it.

Sometimes you miss his longer hair because you can't really tug on it anymore. But it's okay because you have to admit that Taehyung is really hot with this hair-cut.

"Baby..." You moan when his teeth tease your right nipple, threatening to bite

You gasp when a vicious and quick lick replaces his teeth.

"Can I fuck you?" He asks and smirks when you nod frenetically because gosh, you really want it

His experts fingers hook the hem of both your sweatpants and soaked panties and pull them down your legs so Taehyung can fully appreciate your wet cunt. And let's say that he is not disappointed at all: your arousal is clearly noticeable and he can't resist.

He makes himself comfortable between your open legs, squishing the flesh of your thighs as he dives into your pussy. His mouth is nothing shy, settling messy kisses and licking your juices from your entrance. The way he is eating you out like a starved man makes you shake with pleasure, especially when he sucks on your clit. If your boyfriend wasn't holding your thighs this tight, you would already close your legs or kick him with the spams that control your body.

The sounds coming from your mouth are a mix of moans and gasps but you don't even acknowledge it as you are resting on your elbows to watch your devilishly handsome boyfriend's face between your legs.

"It feels so fucking good" You praise him as he enters you with his tongue and your head roll back

"This little pussy is the sweetest one, I swear" He mumbles to himself, giving one heated kiss to your cunt

When he stands up you first notice the way his face is glistening with your arousal and then how tight his pants look at this crotch area. With a little smirk, you reach out your hands so you can open his pants and caress his hard cock through his briefs.

"Eating my pussy got you hard?" You tease, faking an innocent voice

Taehyung grunts when you squeeze his tip but doesn't stop you — and you know that he secretly likes it.

"Loving you makes me hard, baby" He replies and you feel butterflies in your stomach

You are always amazed by how easily he can switch between pure hotness that burns your skin and the softest and loving words that make you sure that you're living on a cloud.

Your eyes leave his covered dick to his warm dark eyes. This man is the love of your life, there is no doubt about it. And if you don't say it to him, you make sure that he knows it as you are kissing him in the most passionate way.

Taehyung's hands slide to your ass, hugging you tight.

"I love you" You whisper against his swollen lips

"Then get on all fours for me" He commands with a light spank on your asscheek and you oblige

You arch your back and rest your head on the mattress to make sure that Taehyung can see how you clench around nothing while waiting for him. Before him, you thought that you knew what good sex was but god you were wrong. No one fucked you the way Taehyung does and there is only one word to describe it: addictive. After your first time with him, you begged him to fuck you every single day for two weeks, afraid that you won't feel the same way as the first time. However, now that you cannot count how many times you had sex with him, you can confirm that he never disappoints.

Your boyfriend looks away from your appealing pussy to grab a condom in the nightstand — secretly hoping that he won't need one soon — and wraps his long dick after taking off the rest of his clothes.

You feel the mattress sinks as Taehyung takes place behind you. He makes sure that you feel him, sliding his hard dick between your asscheeks and you can't conceal your surprised moan nor control the way your hips push back against him.

"You want it, don't you?" His deep voice is full of cockiness but how can you be mad when he is speaking the truth?

"Yeah" You try to make him quit the teasing with a honey tone but you only earn a good spank on your ass

"Are you sure you deserve it though?"

Your head turns abruptly because you don't understand how Taehyung can resist when his dick is this hard — and you cannot resist anymore yourself either. Does he want to punish you because you refuse his demand of having a baby? You know that he is not cruel and that he won't force you to do anything, especially something as serious as that but you can't deny that the thought is crossing your mind.

However, you sigh with relief when you spot on his face his playfulness and you know that he is just playing his 'male alpha' fantasy or whatsoever. You roll your eyes and bite back:

"If you don't want to fuck, I can take care of myself in the shower"

To support your claim, you feign to move away and a wave of panic raises in your boyfriend's chest. He quickly grabs your hip and says:

"No, no, no, no! Please stay, I was just teasing you"

You hide your smirk and let Taehyung lands a sweet kiss on your ass as an apology.

You return to your comfortable position with your head down as Taehyung slowly enters you. You love how careful he is with you — only the first minute because after that he turns into a sex machine that only stops after making you cum.

Once settled inside you, he grunts of out deep he is inside you and how tightly your walls squeeze around the intruder. You love having his cock in your cunt, really really much and the impatient whine that escapes your mouth is a sign.

Taehyung gets the message and starts moving, slow at first but it doesn’t last. You beg him for more and it’s like a switch in his handsome head: he harshly grabs the flesh of your ass to keep you in place and pounds into you. The bed shakes the same way your moans are shaky.

Pleasure. That’s all that feels your mind right now. Your boyfriend’s dick is stretching you so good that you can’t think straight. Your fists grab the sheets in a desperate attempt not to sink too much into horniness.

“Oh my god, Tae!” You exclaim when he spanks your beautiful ass

“How does it feel when I fuck you like that?” He cockily asks

“So fucking good” You reply nonetheless because you feel no shame in confessing that he is good at sex — and he knows it

Actually, it’s so good that you could cry. Your eyes are watery and you close them to focus on the sensation in your pussy.

Taehyung slightly changes the angle when he shifts to rest on his right foot rather than his knee, allowing him to go even deeper. Extra pleasure is added when his balls slap your sensitive clit at every pound.

If you could care, you’d hope that your neighbors don’t hear the bad smashing into the wall or your loud moans or your skins clapping. But you don’t care because you are close to a great orgasm.

Your walls throbs and your hand tightly grabs your boyfriend’s forearm, provoking a smirk on his face. He doesn’t mind that your nails bruise his skin or make him bleed. He has a hot girlfriend and he doesn’t mind showing that he is fucking her the way she deserves.

He lightly and lovingly caress your ass with his thumb, soothing you before you reach your orgasm but it does little against the huge wave of pleasure that washes over you.

You cum so hard that you have no strength left and that your knees doesn’t support you anymore, especially with how you're shaking with endorphin. Taehyung gets it and makes you rest on your back, facing your exhausted yet blissed face.

“You think you can it five more minutes?” He asks

You consider it but when your eyes land on his messy dick, you have another idea.

“How about I suck you off?”

“I love you so much” He replies at that, making you laugh

You let your boyfriend resting comfortably against the headboard and you massage his dick after taking off the condom. Light grunts escape Taehyung's mouth and it spurs you to take him in your mouth.

You love how heavy he feels. With his thickness, you have no choice but to open your mouth wide and someway, it makes you horny. Your tongue swirls around his tips to conceal your moans and it doesn't take long for you to bob your head.

Taehyung helps you by putting your hair in a ponytail and pushing your head at a pleasant pace for you both.

"Fuck, baby, you're so good at that" He whispers almost to himself "You suck my cock so well"

To thank him, you go even deeper until you gag. You know damn well how much your boyfriend loves it and you can't conceal a smirk when his breathe hitch out of pleasure.

You decide to push him a little further and caress his balls.

"You naughty" He says but you know he loves it "Keep going I'm gonna cum"

You nod lightly and enhance your pace. You bob your head, let sloppy sounds fill the air and tighten your throat around his tip when you choke on it. It's a mess, full of saliva and pre cum but you both love it.

You feel your boyfriend's body tense right before he cums down your throat.

You, just like Taehyung, are panting but your heart squeezes when he delicately wipes your swollen lips with his thumb.

"You were perfect, baby" He says and you smile at him "I love you very much" He adds as he kisses your nose, making you giggle

You should really consider having his babies...

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thegabbyh · 6 days ago

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Beer

Paring : Jungkook x fab reader.

Summary : Jungkook comforts you after a bad date and then...

Rating : Smut, I'm just obsessed with friends to lovers tropes I'm sorry! oral sex, fingering, sex. MDNI

You trudge home from yet another disastrous date, your mood sinking with every step. Your phone vibrates in your bag. Pulling it out, you see a text from your best friend

‘How’s the date going?’

‘Terrible. I cut it short. Heading home.’

‘Up for some company?’

‘Sure.’

‘Be there in twenty.’

****

The knock at the door pulls you from your thoughts, and when you open it, your breath catches in your throat. Jungkook stands there, tall and impossibly handsome, his presence filling the doorway. 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬

He’s golden and toned, his skin glowing under the soft light of the hallway. The hoops in his ears catch the light, a subtle glimmer accentuating his rugged allure. His muscles have clearly been honed by countless hours at the gym, and the sight of him makes a delicious frisson of pleasure race through you. You can’t help but feel your nipples tighten beneath your clothes, the reaction as immediate as it is unwelcome.

Why did you have to be so attracted to someone you couldn't have?

You swallow hard, forcing a smile as you look up at him. “Hi,” you say, opening the door wider to let him in.

His bunny grin is infectious, lighting up his face as he holds up a bag. His dark eyes gleam with mischief and warmth. “I brought supplies.”

“You’re too good to me,” you reply, your voice carrying a hint of genuine gratitude as you turn and head toward the kitchen.

Jungkook follows you, his footsteps light but purposeful. “I know,” he teases, his voice low and playful. “So, spill. How bad was it?” His brows furrow, a look of concern mingling with curiosity.

You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes as you set about rummaging in the fridge. “He was twenty minutes late, made all these suggestive comments, and then spent the rest of the time bragging about himself,” you reel off, frustration lacing your tone.

Jungkook’s expression sharpens as he leans against the kitchen counter, his gaze fixed on you. “What kind of comments?” he asks, his brow arched in genuine interest.

“That he liked my tits, asked if they were real, then invited me back to his place for some ‘fun’—all within ten minutes,” you recount, your voice dripping with disdain.

Jungkook’s eyes flick to your chest, then back to you with a mix of frustration and anger. He pushes his tongue into his cheek, cracking his knuckles with a determined glare.

“I’ll beat his ass,” he mutters under his breath. It’s true, you had a nice pair, but that asshole? He was just disgusting.

You laugh softly, placing a hand over his clenched fists and rubbing them soothingly. “I know you would,” you say, your voice warm with appreciation. “But he’s not worth it. I just pretended I was going to the bathroom and then snuck out.”

Jungkook scrunches his nose in disapproval, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Stop going on dates with losers. You need a real man.”

“I know,” you reply, tossing your hair over your shoulder with a playful chuckle. “Let me know if you find one who’s interested in me.”

As you waltz over to the cupboard, you reach up on tiptoes to grab some glasses. Jungkook’s eyes follow you, a soft murmur escaping his lips.

“I’m right here,” he says quietly, his tone almost teasing.

He leans casually against the kitchen counter, his gaze tracking up your body, lingering on the way your yoga pants cling to your curves in all the right places. His eyes soften into a bunny-like grin as you stretch, struggling to reach the glasses.

The sight of you, determined and a little bit adorable, makes his smile widen.

Cute

Pushing away from the counter, Jungkook strides over to you, his movements smooth and assured. He places his warm hand on your hip, the heat of his touch seeping through the thin fabric of your yoga pants.

“Here, let me,” he murmurs softly, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. He bends his head slightly, drawing in the faint, sweet scent of strawberries from your shampoo.

The warmth of his breath on your neck makes you stiffen, a jolt of surprise coursing through you.

You instinctively try to step aside, but he’s right there, a solid wall that traps you gently but firmly.

His thumb starts a lazy, soothing circle on your skin as he hands you the glasses, his touch causing goosebumps to erupt across your arms.

You close your eyes for a brief moment, savouring the unexpected tenderness, the way his touch sends ripples of sensation through you.

The simple act of handing over the glasses becomes something far more intimate, charged with a current you hadn’t anticipated.

“Thanks,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper as you turn back around, peeking up at him from under your lashes. You can feel his eyes on you, a heavy, lingering gaze that doesn’t waver.

Jungkook’s gaze meets yours, a simmering heat in his eyes that speaks volumes more than words ever could. He licks his lips slowly, he can't deny his attraction to you.

You were so fucking sexy. The blood begins to flow to his cock.

Feeling suddenly shy under Jungkook's intense stare, your heart rate leaps and your stomach flips. The silence stretches between you, thick and charged, neither of you finding the words to break it.

Jungkook clears his throat, his cheeks flushing slightly as he steps back, trying to regain his composure. Pull yourself together, Jungkook, he mentally chides himself.

Just as he’s about to fully recompose himself, your voice breaks through the tension.

“Hope you’re ready to take an ass whooping!” you call out, a playful challenge in your tone as you dart out of the kitchen to switch on the games console.

Your cheeks are flushed, a blend of embarrassment and excitement.

Jungkook’s grin widens as he follows you, his gaze lingering on your perky ass with a mix of admiration and amusement. “I think you mean, you’ll be the one taking the ass whooping,” he counters smoothly, his voice dripping with teasing confidence.

Images of him spanking it seven shades of red, fill his mind. He inwardly groans. He shouldn't be having those kind of thoughts about you, you were his friend.

He discreetly moves his semi-erection swallowing down his arousal, this would be a long evening.

******

Standing up, you stretch out your legs, the sting of defeat from the game still fresh. You head into the kitchen, seeking solace in a fresh beer from the fridge.

The cool metal feels satisfying against your palm, and you’re just about to take a long, refreshing sip when a large, tattooed hand abruptly snatches it from your grasp.

“Hey!” you exclaim, spinning around in surprise. Your scowl deepens as you see Jungkook, leaning casually against the counter, taking a hearty swig from the bottle.

His eyes sparkle with mischievous delight as he savours the beer, completely unfazed by your irritation.

That’s mine! Get your own!” you whine, trying to snatch the item from Jungkook’s grasp. He lifts it high above his head, knowing full well you’re too short to reach it.

He snickers at your futile attempts, his laughter light and teasing. He pats you on the head playfully. “Aww, so cute! Like a little hobbit,” he teases, his eyes dancing with mischief. You scowl at the nickname, knowing he’s fully aware of how much it annoys you.

His laughter turns into a grunt as you jab him in the stomach, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he just laughs harder, lifting the item even higher.

“Give it back!” you growl, tugging at his arm with increasing frustration.

“Make me,” he taunts, wiggling his eyebrows in that annoyingly charming way. He knows exactly how to push your buttons. You huff, glaring at him as you yank at his arm.

“Ugh! You’re so annoying! Fine, keep it,” you finally concede, stepping back and leaning against the counter, your eyes still locked on him with irritation.

As you sulk, a new idea forms in your mind. A mischievous smirk curls on your lips as you call his name softly. When he looks up, you saunter over to him with deliberate grace.

Leaning in close, you press your body against his, the warmth of your skin against his making his breath hitch. You look up at him from beneath thick lashes, your proximity making his eyes widen slightly in confusion.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice low and uncertain. His throat bobs as he swallows, his body tensing as he braces for whatever comes next. You bite your lip, gently placing your hands on his waist, feeling his muscles shift beneath your touch.

“Jungkook…?” you whisper, drawing out his name with a hint of something that makes his breath catch.

“Hmmm?” His gaze drops to your mouth, his lips slightly parted as he inhales softly.

“There’s something I really want to do,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes flick down to his lips and then back up to his, holding his gaze with a look that promises mischief.

His pupils dilate, locking onto yours with an intensity that makes the air between you crackle.

“Yeah?” he breathes shakily, his head tilting closer, drawn in by the magnetic pull of your closeness. His desire licking at him, his cock threatening to harden.

“Yeah…” you whisper, reaching up on your tiptoes, your mouth twitching at the corner in a playful smile.

Without warning, you wiggle your index fingers into his sides.

“Noooo!” he gasps, his eyes widening in surprise as he wriggles, trying to escape your relentless tickling.

Seizing the opportunity, you snatch the bottle from his grasp, bursting into laughter.

“MINE!” you shout triumphantly, spinning away to take a sip of your prize.

But Jungkook’s not done. His strong, muscled arms wrap around yours, his grip firm as he tries to wrestle the bottle back.

His muscles flex under the strain, and with a smooth, fluid motion, he flips you around so that you’re facing him.

“Oh, we’re playing dirty, are we?” he grins, his voice low and teasing, as he pulls you flush against his chest. His lips are tantalizingly close to yours, the heat between you palpable and charged with playful energy.

You feel his erection pressing against your stomach making you inhale softly. Your heart rate kicking up a heavy thud as arousal floods your core.

Two can play that game!” Jungkook laughs ignoring his straining cock as he kicks your legs from under you. Your eyes widen in shock as you lose your balance, your body toppling backward.

In a swift move, he snatches the beer from your hands. As you instinctively reach for him to steady yourself, he misjudges his own footing, and both of you end up crashing down together with a soft “Oof.” You land on the floor, him sprawled on top of you, the beer splashing out and soaking your top.

The bottle rolls away, its contents spreading across your chest, the cold liquid seeping through your shirt.

He pushes himself up on his arms, peering down at you with a mix of concern and amusement.

“Argh, it’s so cold! Kook, you got me so wet,” you yelp, trying to flap your shirt to keep the dampness at bay, but it’s a losing battle.

The chill of the liquid makes you shiver as it soaks through to your bra. Jungkook’s gaze drops to where your T-shirt clings to your chest, his eyes darkening with an intense heat. He licks his lips slowly, clearly affected by the sight.

“Is that all it took?” he murmurs, his voice dropping into a deep, sultry satoori that sends a thrill through you.

He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. “I’m sure I can do better than that,” he whispers, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, sending shivers cascading down your spine.

You tense at his words, your breath hitching as you become acutely aware of his body pressed against yours.

The warmth of his skin, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat—it all sends a surge of arousal through you.

“Oh yeah?” you breathe out, your voice trembling with a mixture of anticipation and desire. Your heart pounds so loudly you’re certain he can hear it, the steady thud reverberating between you.

He dips his head, his lips brushing against your cheek, so close to your mouth that you can almost taste the heat of his breath. “Yeah,” he whispers, his voice a low, seductive murmur.

Then, almost as if in slow motion, he places a gentle kiss on your lips, lingering for just a heartbeat.

He pulls back slightly, his gaze locked on yours, his eyes searching for your reaction. The tension in the air is electric, his own heartbeat racing as he waits for your response.

A thrill runs through you under his intense gaze, the connection between you palpable and undeniable. With a quick, deliberate motion, you cup the back of his head, guiding him back to your lips.

The room is filled with the intoxicating sounds of slow, passionate kisses and soft, breathy moans.

You squirm beneath him, your legs parting to accommodate his body, letting him settle into the curve of your form. His erection is pressing hard against your core.

Unable to help control your reaction, you grind on it, creating a tantalising friction against your clit.

Breathing heavily, Jungkook pulls back just enough to catch his breath, his lips grazing your neck with a trail of soft, lingering kisses.

He inhales deeply, savouring the sweet, intoxicating scent of your skin, the warmth of you against him making his pulse quicken.

“I really want you,” he admits, his voice rough with desire, each word a raw confession.

“Then have me,” you whisper, your breath hot against his ear as you playfully nibble on his lobe. The intimate gesture sends a shiver down his spine, the heat between you almost palpable.

He sits up, his gaze traveling over your flushed, pink lips, your heavy-lidded eyes, and the rosy flush that lights up your cheeks.

The sight of you, so beautifully undone, makes his heart race even faster, his attraction to you more intense than ever.

Trailing a finger down your damp cleavage, his fingers play with the hem of your t-shirt.

"Let's take this off." . You sit up giving him a hand as he pulls it over your head. His lips recapture yours, moaning softly, as his hand reach reach around your back to unclasp your bra. Your breasts spilling free.

Leaning back, his heavy lidded gaze admires them, bottom lip rolling between his teeth. A warm hand cups and squeeze one before gently pushing you back on the floor.

Reaching over the for the remains in the bottle. He pours a little on to your chest.

You gasp wide eyed from the cold contact which turns to whimpers as his hot tongue laps it up.

"Mmmmmmm. Now that's how you drink a beer." He growls taking a pink nipple into his mouth.

Sucking and flicking his tongue over it pleasure floods your body setting in alight "Jungkook." your breathy voice comes out.

He slips a hand down into the waist band of your yoga pants "No panties? Fuck" he grits his teeth as he feels the smooth bareness of your mound.

Hand creeping further down, reaching your clit. He blows out a harsh breath he hadn't realised he was holding in.

Rubbing the nub in slow circles. He listens to the sexy little moans that fall out of your mouth. How many times had he imagined this moment?

His fingers trail further down, reaching your wetness. "You're so wet already, but I promised I'd make you wetter." He bites his lip smirking at you, his eyes hooded with desire.

His middle finger nudges as your entrance, sliding in. He groans at the way it tightens around his digit as your back arches in to him. He finger fucks you ruthelessly, sucking on your nipples.

Your breathing gets shakier. The pleasure rising within you.

"Nnnuuuuuuhhh.....Jungkook. That feels so good." You let out a breathy moan, gripping his bicep.

"Yeah? How about I add another finger? Stretch you out a bit more so you can fit my cock?" His jeans feel uncomfortable as his erection presses against the button of his jeans.

Gripping your yoga pants at the waistband, he pulls them down and over your feet, the cool air sending goosebumps all over your skin.

Your hand finds it's way to his thick bulge, and you palm it through the fabric, he groans at your touch.

'Mmmmmmmm' you reply enjoying the feel of him under your fingertips

"You want that? Want to feel my cock?" He smirks cockily.

"YES!" You gasp as he slides another finger in. Take these off so I can touch you!" You whine, complying he withdraws his fingers from you.

The air whips at your pussy making you feel so empty, as he withdraws his fingers, quickly discarding his clothes.

You bite your lip, eyes roaming over the defined lines of his muscular body. You knew he worked out, but seeing him like this, every inch of him on display, makes your breath catch. He looks like he was sculpted by the gods, all hard angles and raw strength.

A sudden wave of insecurity hits, and instinctively, you move to cover your soft curves, a flush creeping up your neck.

But before you can retreat into yourself, his warm hands gently grasp your wrists, pulling your arms away.

"Don’t," he murmurs, his voice low and tender. His gaze locks onto yours, sincere and full of something that makes your heart skip. "You’re beautiful. I love everything about you."

He kisses your lips deeply, leaving a trail of hot kisses over your skin and stomach, leading his down to your pussy.

His warm breath so close to your entrance makes wait in anticipation, and you crane you neck to get a better view. Making sure you met his eyes, he licks your entrance slowly and deliberately from bottom to top.

"Ugh fuck!"'you gasp clutching at his soft hair, pulling on his roots causing him to grunt, but he didn't stop you. In fact the slight pain was pleasurable for him.

"The times I've imagined this..." Another long, slow, agonising lick.

"You taste so good" he purrs his voice an octave lower than before, his mouth enveloped your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue over and over.

Sliding two fingers inside he curls them at an angle, that makes whimper with delight. Pumping and tapping them in a scissoring motion, he mercilessly sucks at your bundle of nerves.

"Jungkook" You gasp squirming, the pleasure building in you at an intense rate. His eyes flick to your face, seeing the tell-tale signs and hums in approval.

Hooking an arm over one leg, he holds you firmly in place to stop you moving, his bicep bulging.

Picking up the pace, he fingers fucks you furiously, his tongue darting back and forth over your clit.

The loud squelching noises indicate that you are close, your face flushed in a rosy glow.

Your breaths get shallower, and you tense your stomach as the coil begins to unfurl inside you.

"Oh god! I'm gonna cum." You gasp, the hot ball of pleasure that has you holding your breath for a second, erupts from you.

His mouth sucks on your clit helping you ride out the last moments of your orgasm.

Breathing hard and cheeks feeling warm you gently push his head away as sensitivity kicks in.

Evidence of you on his lips.

He wipes his mouth, grinning at your dazed state. You reach out stroking his clothed cock in your hand, eyes closing in pleasure.

"Please Kook....I need you inside me" you practically beg him. His eyes flicker open, locking onto yours with a heated intensity. With a slow, deliberate movement, he shifts and reclines back on the cool kitchen floor, never breaking eye contact.

"Come here and ride me then" he wiggles his eyebrows mischeviously.

A teasing smile plays on your lips as you straddled his hips. Fingers slid under the waistband of his boxers, the anticipation thrumming between you like a live wire. Slowly, deliberately, you peeled them down, your breath catching as every inch of him was revealed.

Your pulse quickened, a mix of awe and desire flooding your senses.

He was perfect—every part of him.

His cock was hard and swollen, pre -cum beading at the tip. You slide your hips forward, smearing your wetness along the base of his cock and against your folds.

Your breath hitches, your lips finding his in a kiss that’s slow and deep, tasting your essence on his tongue.

His arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer, breasts pushed against his chiselled chest.

Breaking from the kiss, you grind against him, your wetness lubricating his cock.

Your fingers wrap around his hardness, gripping firmly nudging it to your entrance.

Jungkook grips your hips, clenching his jaw, he pushes himself inside slowly, watching where his cock stretches you open. You both cry out when he bottoms out, clutching to each other tightly.

"Fuck! So tight!" he groans, kissing your breasts.

Leaning his head back against the tiles, he spanks your ass, the sound resonating around the room.

"Ride me baby girl" He says with a confident tilt of his lips, placing his hands behind his head, watching to see what you would do.

You slowly rotate your hips, grinding back and forth. His thickness rubbing against your spongey walls.

Watching your breasts jiggle as you move, he reaches out to palm them. Arching your back as you grind,small whimpers fall from you. "Oh fuck"

Using your fingers to circle your clit, pleasure builds up. You pick up the pace, "oh god I'm gonna cum" you gasp out.

Jungkook grips your hips tightly helping you keep momentum. Biting his lip, he watches you come undone, your walls contracting around him.

You slowly rotate your hips, grinding back and forth. His thickness rubbing against your spongey walls.

Watching your breasts jiggle as you move, he reaches out to palm them. Arching your back as you grind, small whimpers fall from you. "Oh fuck"

Using your fingers to circle your clit, pleasure builds up. You pick up the pace, "Oh god I'm gonna cum again" you gasp out.

Jungkook grips your hips tightly helping you keep momentum. Biting his lip, he watches you come undone, your walls contracting around him.

The pleasure coursing through his own body. Eyes closed, and a few short gasps, you cum all over his cock.

Opening your eyes you see him gazing at you. "So pretty" he murmurs stroking your flushed chest.

Moving from your knees, you plant both feet firmly on the ground. Slowly sliding yourself to his tip, hovering, teasing him with shallow thrusts, watching as his eyebrows pinch together with pleasure, before slamming yourself back down on his cock.

He grunts croakily, eyes wide as he watches you, you did that a few more times, the burn in your thighs growing.

Seeing that you needed some assistance, he brings his legs up, placing his feet on the floor, thrusting up in to you. "Fuck, Jungkook" a throaty moan escapes your lips..

The sound of skin slapping fills the room, your pussy squeezing him.

"You like that yeah?" He asks gritting his teeth, as he feels your nails digging in.

You can only manage a breathless nod, your entire body reacting to each powerful thrust, leaving you gasping for air.

Without warning, he shifts, flipping you onto your back, the world tilting as he takes control, his gaze locked on yours, burning with raw intensity.

He grabs your thighs, spreading them wider pounding into you like some primal animal.

"You feel so fucking good, it's better than I imagined" he almost whimpers eyes closing.

Beads of sweat form on his body, he abs rippling with the sheer intensity as he beings a steady rhythm. The sight mesmerised you.

"So deep, your cock feels so big" you whisper as each movement sends waves of pleasure through you. His cock reacts to your words, twitching while inside of you, and his balls feel tight.

He rests his forearms next to your head, slowing his thrusts down as so he can kiss you deeply.

Raking your nails down his back, you tilt your hips up to meet his with each thrust. Earning him needy moans as his tip hits your spongy walls over and over.

"Don't stop Kook....please... don't stop...." you whimper.

"Gonna cum on my cock again?" He grunts as he feels you clench around him, he wouldn't be too far behind himself.

"Yes, so close!"

"Then cum for me Y/N" Jungkook begins moving at an incredible speed, slamming his cock into you over and over. Feral grunts escape his lips as he too chases his own high.

Gripping his ass, the familiar feeling of warm tightness coiling low in your belly rises, until it bursts from you. Crying out his name, your pussy contracts around him, sending him over the edge.

Eyes squeezed shut, his own body trembling as he cums. Guttural moans spill out, dropping his head onto your shoulder as you hold on to each other, completely exhausted and sweaty.

His breath mingles with yours as the room falls into a hush. He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze.

“Wow,” he murmurs, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

The words are barely a whisper, like he’s speaking to himself, still lost in the moment.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he leans in, brushing his lips softly against yours, the kiss lingering with a sweetness that makes your heart stutter.

“Wow,” you whisper, a mix of awe and uncertainty threading through your voice.

The weight of the moment crashes over you, and suddenly, you feel exposed, raw.

You sit up, instinctively wrapping your arms around yourself to cover your body. “What happens now?”

He reaches out, his touch firm yet tender as he gently pulls your arms away. “Hey,” he murmurs, drawing you into his embrace.

His lips brush against your temple, a soft, reassuring kiss that sends warmth flooding through you. “We figure it out together." He looks around the kitchen laughing. "But maybe we take it to some place more comfortable yeah?"

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The Place Before the Darkness.JJK [m] Part 1

husband!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: angst; fluff; smut; attempt of a thriller

Words: 18.4k

Synopsis: It was love at first sight with your husband but when you find a secret phone in Jungkook's office, everything shatters as you suspect him to have an affair. However, maybe he has deeper secrets...

Warnings: (a lot of) crying (infidelity doubts, lies); violence; unprotected sex; shower sex; oral sex (f. receiving); fingering; inspired by Mr. & Mrs. Smith and Killers

4 Years Ago

You can’t believe Mi-yeon is getting married! You want to laugh when you remember how many times she told you that marriage wasn’t for her. But there she is. And you would have never guessed that she was this romantic — or maybe it’s because of Hoseok, her soon-to-be-husband.

As they wanted to do something special, they have invited their closest friends to Bali. The wedding will take place tomorrow in front of a beautiful beach, as perfect as the numerous romcom you’ve watched. It’s really romantic and you can’t wait to get married too because, even if you don’t really want to admit it, your hopelessly romantic weak heart is all about love and weddings and cheesy things couples can do. Well, you have to find a man first, which is not easy.

After all, you only had one boyfriend, during college. You don’t know much about love despite the hundreds of romance books you have read. But even you know that Prince Charming doesn’t exist… With that thought in mind you sigh and sip on your — delicious — cocktail, hoping at least one day you’ll meet someone kind enough. You don’t need someone extraordinary who has lived a hundred lives before. Just someone who is honest with you, that would be more than enough for you.

But for now, the bar of the hotel is great, just like the rest of the facilities, especially to forget how awfully lonely you are while your friend is getting married. You look around and you try to spot your friends, before you remember that they wanted to scuba dive. Too dangerous for you, you rather much enjoy tanning on the beach. Maybe you’re boring, but it’s a too stupid way to die in your opinion. And what about the sharks? The jellyfishes? The sea urchins? No thanks. A good book is funnier — and safer.

Yet, the relaxing time you were expecting is fading away when a man takes the seat next to yours at the bar. Your breath hitches because damn! He looks good. You are not sure you’ve ever seen a man this handsome. He is tall and his black hair is shining. He looks casual with his Hawaiian shirt and his shorts. Okay, he must be very muscular because you can see how the fabric of his bottom held his thighs. And what is it on his right arm? Tattoos? It’s the first time you get to see so much ink in real life. It’s scary but… sexy. All of the stranger seems sexy. Especially his charming smile.

You’re having a hard time not staring at him but what can you say? It’s not easy taking your eyes off of him. He is attractive, too attractive. It’s in moments like that you wish you had more confidence so you could talk to him but at the same time, would someone like him be interested in you? You have no doubts he just has to clap his fingers for a dozen of women to be naked in front of him. And yet…

"No scuba diving?" He asks you

You are surprised — it’s an understatement — because how the hell does he know that?! But you can’t say anything when you meet his eyes. They are so black, it’s intimidating but there is a sparkle of playfulness in them. This man is a paradox: all seems mysterious and comfortable at the same time; cold and warm; distant and kind. However, a weird feeling embraces you, just like you’ve known him all your life. Is it… love at first sight? You’ve read about it, you’ve seen it in movies but experiencing it… Wow, it’s an all other level.

"I saw you and your group of friends yesterday at the restaurant, and this morning, I spotted them heading to the boats" He explains — your shock must have been well visible

"You have a great memory to remember so much about strangers" You joke

“Selective memory in fact” He corrects with a oh-so-charming smile and you literally feel your heart melt and your cheeks burn “And I’m particularly attentive to beautiful women"

This sentence could make you ill-at-ease, it’s such a playboy thing. But the way he is sipping on his fresh beer so casually and his eyes… So honest. You must be crazy because you feel like he hasn’t said those words to anyone else but you which it’s impossible. Like you said before: dozens of women must be at his feet.

"I—It’s—"

Okay, it’s so embarrassing to stutter in front of him, especially when he seems to be confident — but could he not when he looks this good. You can’t do otherwise and it doesn’t help that you are blushing.

"I’m Jungkook" He introduces himself, holding his hand to you

You take it, and gosh… How can holding someone’s hand feel so right? If those stupid books are right, maybe it’s what love at first sight is.

"Y/N" You gulp

Sweet smiles are exchanged, someway conveying silent promises and confessions. A weird sensation. A good sensation. Jungkook seems to be everything you’re looking for in a man and it’s quite overwhelming. Unfortunately for you, when you’re stressed, you talk nonsense and you don’t have time to shut your mouth.

“I’m afraid of being strangled by an octopus” You say out of the blunt to get back to his first words and you watch in horror surprise lightens up his face “That’s why I didn’t go scuba diving. But I’m okay, I read. Maybe it doesn’t look too exciting to read while you’re in Bali but I really enjoy it, especially this book about a princess who escapes the castle to live with the squire but it turns out that he lied to her and he is actually the last son of the foe kingdom and he had a mission of kidnapping the princess. It’s not as stupid as it sounds. I know that my friend Mi-yeon (she is getting married tomorrow) says that I should stop reading those novels but I think dreaming a little is not that bad, right? Do you dream?” You know how stupid you sound and you want to slap you in the face

Jungkook eases you with his sweet smile and you fall even more for him.

"Can I invite you for diner?" He asks and you have to pinch your arm to make sure you are not dreaming

Is this handsome guy seriously asking you out? You? You have seen beautiful women since you arrived, way more beautiful than you so why? Maybe it’s a mistake but this mistake might be your only chance to spend time with Jungkook. You just can’t take your eyes off of him and you don’t care if it lasts one night, one week or only one second. You know it deep down, he already has all of your heart and it only took him one minute.

Later that day, you took extra care on your makeup and you choose one of your favorite dresses, a satin white dress with thin straps — thanks to your light tan, the color fits better than usual. You even had to call Mi-yeon for advice about your hair: letting it loose or tightening it into a bun? Your friend choose the bun — the argument about avoiding hair in your mouth during diner convinced you.

You really, really hope that your makeup conceals your blushed cheeks — it can’t do anything for your pounding heart. It’s actually strange because you do feel stressed about this date — you can’t believe it’s a date! — but you also feel like it’s the most natural thing ever to meet Jungkook.

A wave of comfort wraps around you when you spot Jungkook at one of the tables of the walls-free restaurant. The setting is really romantic. The only lighting comes from a multitude of candles, warmly licking the wooden columns. The structure is framed with light and white curtains flying around with the light breeze coming from the near beach.

Yes, it’s gorgeous but you can’t enjoy it. All you can see is him. Just him with his black hair styled backwards, but it’s natural since a lock of hair falls on his forehead. He is perfect in his white shirt that holds his brawn chest. And his damn smile… It could kill. The way Jungkook is looking at you and is smiling at you, it makes your heart stops — or pounds at a crazy pace, you don’t know.

On the other hand, Jungkook’s heart is not better. You look stunning. The most beautiful woman he has ever seen. You are breathtaking in your dress and he wonders why he is feeling like that. Fuck, he even doesn’t know what love is and yet, it can’t be anything else than that. One look, it’s all it took for him to love you. All he has believed in, all he has thought was the truth, all he has planned for his future, it’s all shattered. Maybe it should scare him but it doesn’t. He can’t be scared when he has met you, when you exist and you are in front of him. He swears that, if you are crazy enough to want him, you will wear a white dress soon, on your wedding day with him.

"You are beautiful" He whispers, more for himself and for you, as he stands up to welcome you

"You look great too" You reply with blushed cheeks

You sit down and talk. All night long and it feels like ten minutes. You never get out of topics and the more he talks, the more you love him. He tells you that he is an architect, that he is actually here for work and that he is quite lonely — but he realized it only recently. You also learn that he lives in Seoul, like you, which makes you think that you could see each other when you both come back to South Korea.

Despite the night going well, you can’t help but blathering on stupid and weird things like your neighbor’s dog that ate a pigeon once or the time the cashier wanted to sell you marijuana in the supermarket because you ‘looked miserable’ — to be fair it was just after your breakup but you left that part aside for Jungkook. Rather than looking at you like you were crazy, Jungkook seems charmed by your rambling. Maybe because he knows that it’s caused by your attraction to him.

"Well" You say as Jungkook is walking you to your room "It was very nice"

Your hands brush from time to time and even if it’s a light touch, it electrifies you. You wish you can touch him more but you are too shy to do the first move. Jungkook has been sweet but he is so perfect that you wonder if you are good enough for him — funny when he wonders if he is good enough for you.

You are disappointed when you reach your door. You should have lied and said that your room was on the other side of the hotel complex. You sigh and grab the magnetic card unlocking the door. The night is over and you are sad. You wish it could never end because you don’t want to let him go. You want to stay with him tonight, all nights actually. You have known him for a few hours but you don’t know how life is without him anymore. It’s crazy.

"It was" Jungkook says softly

Should you go? Yes, you should but you don’t want to. You ask your brain to look for anything to keep talking to him. Nothing comes to your mind so you stare at him, eyes locked into his beautiful, shining doe eyes.

"I want to kiss you, if you allow me to"

You can’t believe that he says that so casually while your hearts is jumping in your chest. Is he used to this? Because you are certainly not. But who are you to deny him?

So you nod and your pounding heart echoes in your ears when Jungkook steps closer. He gently cups your face and ever so slowly, presses his lips on yours. It’s sweet and kind and romantic and perfect. The best kiss ever, so you naturally want to feel him more. You wrap your arms around his neck and invite him to kiss you deeper.

Despite being glued to each other, Jungkook doesn’t want to push too much. Especially because he doesn’t want it to be the only time he kisses you. He wants to do it everyday, for the rest of his life. If he didn’t know it before, your mouth on his assures it.

He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours while you are catching your breath. Both the kiss and the explosion of emotions that it brings left you breathless. You are in trouble: you are irreparably in love with him.

"Y/N" God, your name has never sounded so good "Can I take you on a date? When we are in Korea?"

—————

“Can I call you back?” You ask through the phone but actually don’t wait for any answer and just hang up

You were searching some documents for the assurance in your husband’s office when you found it. A phone. At first, you tried to look for some rational explanations of why your husband would hide a phone in his desk. It could be an old devise but you have never seen it before. Moreover, it’s quite a recent phone. So, your next thought was that it could be a professional phone. And you wished it was. But it wasn’t.

The latest text, from yesterday, was an address. A hotel address. It was an appointment for tomorrow. Your heart sunk as you went through the convo: over and over again, the same hotel room with different dates and hours. For four months.

So this is it. Your husband is cheating on you. You can’t stop your crying because the pain in your chest is just unbearable. You have to open the window because you can’t breathe, your lungs seem too small all of the sudden. You thought that Jungkook was the love of your life when you married him three years ago. And even now, with your broken heart, you still believe he is. You haven’t thought about living without him, it can’t be possible.

When you hear the front door and your husband asking if you’re home, your sobbing gets lourder and you have to put your hand on your mouth to mutter it. The steps you know so well — just like you thought you knew your husband so well — are getting closer and closer. Jungkook calls you again but doesn’t receive any answer. He heads to your bedroom but finds it empty. He frowns, growing worried because he knows you should be home. Then, he hears some fainted noises coming from the corridor. He concentrates and spots that the noises are located in his office. When he pushed the door, he didn’t think he would find you crying in his leather chair. The biggest tears he has seen since he knows you.

“What’s going on”’ He hastily asks you, panicked that you might be hurt

And you are indeed. You are feeling so much pain that you wonder how your heart hasn’t stop beating of how squeezed it has become.

“I can’t believe it…” You whisper, more to yourself than to him

Once again, your husband frowns but only a second. Because his big does eyes widen at the sight of his secret device in your shaky hand. All his blood is drained from his face, making his skin look pale. He gulps but his throat feels as dry as a desert.

“I can explain” He starts but his voice is already broken

Why do his words hurt even more? They sound so much like what you have witnessed in movies. You close your eyes in a ridiculous attempt to prevent the hurricane from happening but it’s already too late. It’s four months too late.

“Y/N, I swear, it’s not what you think” Jungkook beseeches as he steps closer but you hold your hand up to stop him

“So you don’t go to those rendezvous in that hotel?” You ask

Your voice has some hope in it, like you still think there is a tiny chance that your husband is not cheating on you. But a single glance at him and at his guilty face is enough to definitely break this hope. How can you know him this much and not at all at the same time?

Your crying breaks the heavy silence around you. Every single tear is killing Jungkook. He doesn’t know what to do but he absolutely hates seeing you suffer. And he hates even more being the reason of it. He feels all your pain like his own. He feels your heart breaking in his own chest. Three years ago, at your wedding, he promised you to punish all the persons who would hurt you. Today, he might have to punish himself.

“Please, believe me, I’m not cheating on you” He begs

He wishes you’d look him in the eyes so you could see how much he loves you but you can’t. You can’t look at him without feeling like dying. Your soul is being torn apart so roughly — mainly because you haven’t imagined that Jungkook would ever do that. Your husband is perfect. When you talk with your friends and tell them about the flowers he bought you, or the restaurant he took you just because you said that you saw an ad on social medias, they always envy you to have such a caring and loving husband. When your friends cry about being cheated on, you always tell yourself that you’re lucky that you won’t ever live that.

And here you are.

“So what are those messages, Jungkook? Who asks you to meet at the hotel?!” You ask and yell and cry at the same time

You are confused, angry and sad. You don’t know what to think and Jungkook either. He doesn’t say anything that it’s driving you crazy. Why doesn’t he deny? Why doesn’t he say that all those texts are a misdial? Why doesn’t he tell you he loves you?

Every second of silence takes away a piece of your broken heart.

"I’m sorry…” Jungkook finally says

It’s the worst thing he could say. Because now it’s real. It’s too much real. Someway, you wish he has lied, denied anything and told you that you misread the situation. Maybe you could have gone on with your life. But he said he’s sorry. So everything is true. Now, you can’t hold on an irrational explanation because it’s fucking true!

You run pass though him and it hurts a little more that Jungkook doesn’t even try to stop you. You leave your house like you wish you could leave the pain behind.

You spend the night at your friend’s. You try to cry yourself to sleep but you can’t. The pain in your chest keeps you up all night and it gets worse every time you imagine your husband and an unknown woman in this hotel room. Aren’t you enough? Did you change? Did you get boring? You didn’t even see the signs, Jungkook seemed as happy as ever. Your sex life didn’t decrease so you wonder if it has ever been enough for your husband. You try to look at the past four months and spot out the little changes but everything was the same! Maybe even better. Jungkook is such a great actor because you would have never imagined he would have a double life.

—————

You stare at the ceiling of your friend’s guest room. You want to empty your mind but your heart is too painful to ignore and it reminds you of Jungkook. Ever since you have met him, he has filled your soul, brain and heart. It’s just impossible not to. But right now, you wish you could just forget everything, especially the day you saw him for the first time, four years ago.

You did spend the night crying but you also thought. Maybe your marriage is not over. Maybe there is still hope. You could forgive Jungkook. You could if it means you’ll get to be with him. You’ll talk about it, he’ll promise to not see her ever again and you’ll push this painful episode aside so you can follow up with your life together as before.

But before that, you have to make sure that Jungkook won’t attend his date today. You saw on the phone yesterday that he was expected at six pm in the same hotel. He is not stupid enough to go after that his wife found out about his affair, right? If he loves you, and he does, he won’t go. Right?

But if he does go, then it means there is no hope left. It’s all over. And you’re not sure you’ll survive it.

So you don’t really know why you’re in the hotel lobby. You keep telling yourself that Jungkook loves you and that you trust him but you’re still here. You have never been more stressed in all your 28 year-old life. You look at your watch every ten seconds. You almost sigh in relief when 6:01 is written on your wrist, like you find yourself so damn stupid to have thought that Jungkook would show up.

But he does. As he walks toward the elevator, looking as good as ever in his black suit, he tramples on your poor heart at each step. He enters the elevator and disappears behind the metallic doors. It’s all over. Jungkook is flying away with your heart, your love, your soul and pretty much your whole life. It’s so painful that you feel empty. It’s a dull ache in your whole body and there is nothing you can do about it. Your husband didn’t chose you while you would have chosen him a hundred times.

Your body moves automatically as you are heading to the bar of the hotel. You hate that he has chosen such a luxury hotel to cheat on you. Does she deserve all this? You hate her. You hate him. You hate how he hurt you. But mostly, you hate that you don’t hate him. Even after breaking your heart, you still love him.

When the bartender hands you your order, you scoff. You didn’t even realized that you ordered a wapplesky, a apple and whiskey cocktail, your husband’s favorite. Your eyes water when you take your first sip and you wish you could blame it on the bitterness of the alcohol.

You feel the presence of a man next to you. At first, you thought it was Jungkook because of the black suit the man is wearing. But it’s not him. However, the man is really, really handsome. His brown hair matches his brown eyes. His nose is straight and flawless. And you can tell he is muscular underneath his clothes. Yes, he looks really good but you can’t help comparing him with Jungkook and he doesn’t stand a chance. Will you think that about all the men you’ll meet? If so, maybe you won’t ever be able to love again.

You swallow the rest of your glass and the stranger takes the opportunity to talk to you, or to flirt with you actually.

“Can I get you another one?" His voice is charming, soft and deep

You do appreciate how soothing it is. But should you accept the offer? Well, Jungkook is probably fucking another woman right now so…

“Yes, thank you” You try to sound cheerful

“Jackson, by the way” The man introduces himself and you do the same

You both start talking and oddly enough, you don’t feel as bad as before. Maybe your pride gets a little restored at the thought of flirting with the another man when your husband has been cheating on you for four months.

“So, you’re visiting Seoul?” Jackson asks at some point

“No, actually I live here”

“So, what are you doing in a hotel?” His question is nothing but curiosity but it brings a huge weight into your chest that makes you wince

Should you tell him? Won’t you be embarrassed? Maybe but your whole life is already upside down so it can’t be worse.

"Actually, my husband is here” Instinctively, Jackson’s eyes land on your ring that he hasn’t noticed before, way too distract by your beautiful yet sad eyes “With another woman”

Jackson is taken aback, not sure what to say but you help him by asking:

“What am I doing here when he obviously doesn’t care about me?”

Your voice breaks at the end of your sentence. Your tears escape your eyes. You honestly don’t believe that the pain will ever go away, it’s just too much.

“It’s never stupid to do things out of love”

You look up at Jackson, surprised by his comforting words. He truly looks like a good man. His warm hand gently squeezes yours on the desk bar and he gives you a soft smile. He does look cute like that, completely at the opposite of the sexy and charismatic man he is when his handsome face is neutral.

You squeeze his hand back to silently thank him and his thumb caresses the back of your hand. You almost moan when it takes off the unbearable weight off of your chest for a second. For all the people around you, your interaction seems intimate. You are indeed pretty close to each other and the tenderness in your both eyes could be interpreted as a heavy flirting. Your touching hands are puzzling.

Especially for Jungkook. As he walked through the lobby, he spotted you in the open bar. He can’t be wrong, he‘d recognize you in a thousand-people crowd. But what the hell are you doing with this man? Who is he? And why is he fucking holding your hand? Jungkook feels his jaws and fists clench as he walks to you with a dark and dangerous aura around him. He swears, he could kill the man touching his wife.

Jungkook moves quickly and precisely as he grabs Jackson’s arm and twists it against his back in an professional armlock. Jackson hisses in pain and you gasp in shock.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Jungkook barks

“Jungkook, stop! Are you crazy?!” You shout as you try to push him

Your strength is nothing compared to your husband’s but as he feels your hands on his tensed forearms, he releases his hold and frees the man.

“Oh my god, Jackson, are you okay?” You ask, worried, which only makes Jungkook angrier — why do you care about that guy in the first place?

“Yeah, don’t worry” Jackson reassures you while massaging his sore arm and shoulder

“What is wrong with you?” You yell at your husband

“Am I supposed to let another man touch and flirt with my wife?” Jungkook talks back, clearly upset

You can’t believe his audacity! He has been cheating on you for four months and even after you found out, he went to see his mistress! You scoff, not even caring to respond. He is pathetic. You grab your bag and Jackson’s hand before heading towards the elevators. Both men follow you, completely flabbergasted by your actions.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jungkook asks but you ignore him

“You have a room right?” You talk to Jackson and he nods “Then, we’re going to have sex”

The doors of the elevators open and you push Jackson inside but your husband gets in too.

“What the fuck?!” He yells and you ignore him once again “You’re not doing that!”

“Why not? Didn’t you do it just now?” You reply

“No, I didn’t! I told you I didn’t cheat on you"

“So why are you here ?!” You yell

“I can’t tell you but I swear, I’m not cheating on—“

Jungkook stops talking as he perceives a movement at his peripheral vision. Jackson has pulled a shiv out of his inside suit pocket and Jungkook blocks it only a inch away from his stomach. However, he receives a punch in his ribs that makes him wince but he doesn’t have time to think and roughly pushes Jackson again the wall. The impact is so violent that the elevator shakes a little and that Jackson drops his knife. Jungkook’s body immediately tensed in the small room and his eyes darken, just like he was ready to kill someone.

Jackson fights back and punches Jungkook in the face while your husband crushes Jackson’s ankle with his foot. The brown haired man falls down with a growl, which allows Jungkook to take the avantage. He throws numerous punches in Jackson’s face until his nose and lips bleed, mixing with his own cut knuckles. The last remained forces abandon Jackson who faints.

Jungkook is panting and you’re just shocked about what just happened. Everything was so fast and you’ve never seen your husband like that. He is sweet and he doesn’t even want to kill a spider! And now he is punching strangers?! What the hell is going on?!

You’re pressed against a corner and your husband immediately walks to you, his eyes already softer when they land on you.

“Are you hurt, baby?” He asks, quite panicked

“Is-is he dead?” Your voice, just like your whole body, is shaky

"No, just unconscious” Jungkook says nonchalantly, he doesn’t give a shit about Jackson, he only cares about you “Did he hurt you? Tell me, I swear I’ll kill him”

When you shake your head, unable to make any sound, your husband hugs you. Fuck, he was so afraid to hurt you during the fight. He acted by instinct but his mind was worried sick about you. He actually hates that you have witnessed this side of him. Jungkook’s dark part is, in fact, really dark and violent but it’s not the real him. The real him is the one he is with you: a loving husband.

When he is sure you’re okay, physically at least, he knees down to rummage in Jackson’s pockets. He almost shouts of joy when he finds his key room. At that exact moment, the elevator doors opens and he grabs your hand to guide you towards the room. He presses the magnetic card on the knob and carefully enters. He makes sure it’s empty before pulling you in.

“Can you explain what’s going on?”

“Not right now, but I promise” Jungkook kisses your forehead and starts searching the room. He checks the desk, the wardrobe, the bed, the bathroom but, as he expected, no clue. He sighs and runs his bruised inked hand in his raven hair.

“What are you looking for?” You ask

“A phone. Or computer, something electronic” He answers as he turns around to think about where it could be

“Did you check the headboard?”

Your husband looks at you with awe eyes and he swears he loves you even more. He listens to you and, as always, you were right. A phone was indeed hidden behind the headboard. He makes sure to turn it off and you leave the room.

—————

"Can you explain now?" You grow frustrated in Jungkook’s car

Your husband sighs and makes his raven hair messier with his hand. You know it means he is deeply in thoughts. Several reasons explain why Jungkook has secrets: first, it’s the normal protocol. Second, he loves you and he is afraid you’ll see him differently. He is afraid you’ll run away. However, since you found out his phone and believed he was cheating on you, he has already begun to loose you. The night you spent at your friend’s almost killed him.

"I can’t tell you much" He finally says

"Why did you punch Jackson? And where did you learn to fight like that? Did you take boxing classes?" Your questions are as confused as you are

Your husband was a completely different person in this elevator and you’re not sure you liked who he was. You fell in love with an ever so sweet man who told you that he didn’t like conflict and who always stops people from fighting when they’re angry. And now he is throwing punches at strangers?

"Didn’t you see he was trying to kill me? What was I supposed to do?"

"But why would he do that?! It doesn’t make any sense, you’re a good husband, a good neighbor and a good architect"

You watch Jungkook’s fists tighten on the wheel, the knuckles turning white despite their bruises. His gaze is desperately on the road and you know he is avoiding your eyes. Something’s off…

"You’re… an architect, right?" Your voice is low and unsure, almost a whisper

Jungkook’s silence is a confession.

"Oh my god! You lied to me"

"I’m sorry, I couldn’t tell you the truth" He tries to take your hand but you resist

"Stop the car"

"No, listen to me—"

"Stop the freaking car!" You yell

"We’re on the fucking freeway, I can’t stop the car!"

You can’t believe that Jungkook lied to you about his job! For four years you’ve known him! How could he do that? He goes to work every morning and you ask about his day and he tells you lies every single day!

"So, what’s your job?" You question, arms crossed on your chest which makes your husband’s heart squeeze because you only do that when you’re deeply disappointed

"I can’t tell you" He looks at you but you don’t so he continues with his usual soft voice that you would like to hate right now "I’m not an architect, my job is… a little more physical"

"Do you have other lies? Please tell me because I’m not sure I can handle other secrets later"

Your eyes are full of tears now. Your life is a whole mess and it only took 24 hours to become one. You’re tired, you’re sad, you’re scared and the adrenaline rush has disappeared, leaving you in a very fragile mindset. Honestly, you’re close to a mental breakdown.

Jungkook winces, he has a lot of secrets. But he knows that you need to know, maybe not all of them but some parts.

"I lost my parents when I was 10" He drops the bomb

"But, they were at our wedding…" You respond, completely shocked

"I hired actors" He confesses, leaving your mouth open in astonishment

Well, it was suspicious that you got so well with your mother-in-law and that she didn’t insist to spend Christmas with you…

"What else?" You ask after a few silent seconds but you’re not sure you can take it, it’s like your whole life is lie or more exactly your husband’s life is a lie

"I have guns"

"What?!’ You look at him, baffled ‘In our house?"

Jungkook nods. What the hell? You don’t even know what you say anymore. This is insane. It must be some kind of joke or prank or something.

"Are we married? Like legally married or this is just another big lie?"

"What? Of course we’re married! I didn’t lie when I asked you to marry me and I don’t lie when I say I love you, baby" You hate that you love how his voice gets more gentle when he says that

In this hurricane, your husband’s words soothe everything. It’s like if he loves you, then nothing else matters. He grabs your hand and this time, you don’t take it away. Jungkook leads your left hand to his face and kisses your wedding ring, maybe the only true thing in his life. Two days ago, you were dead certain you knew everything about your husband but right now, he looks like a complete stranger.

Jungkook parks the car in your house’s alley. You don’t leave the car just yet and look at your home. It’s the perfect one: three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a huge kitchen, an office for your husband — but you don’t know why now — and a cute garden with a lot of flowers. Everything is perfect, your life with your husband in it is perfect. But it’s a big lie. There are freaking guns hidden in your own home and you didn’t even know! Oh my god, what if you had children and they found them and get hurt?

"I have to do some stuff in my office but I promise that you can ask all of the questions you want after that, okay baby?" Jungkook says in your entryway that usually make your friends jealous

Jungkook is looking straight into your eyes and you can’t help loving his doe eyes, even though they’re a little more worried than normally. You nod and your husband kisses your forehead. It’s not like usual, it’s longer and deeper, like he was afraid it was the last time. To be true, Jungkook is terrified that he’ll loose you. You’re the only good thing in his life and he loves you more than anything. It was love at first sight, and the way your stress made you do and say embarrassing things — as much as you thought he’ll just run away in the middle of your first date — made him in fall in love with you. Ever since then, he has been down on his knees for you and he won’t ever be able to stand up.

He heads to his office and grabs the phone that started all this mess. He dials a number he knows well before an electronic voice asks him to identify himself.

"Osmium 1-3-0-6"

Some ring tone echoes his Jungkook’s ear as he is waiting for someone to take the call. A familiar female voice starts speaking.

"Osmium 1-3-0-6, your mission has just begun, I doubt it’s already over"

"I had a problem" Jungkook winces when he remembers Jackson holding your hand, anger boiling in his veins

"What kind of problem?" The operator asks quite unfazed, it’s not like she didn’t know Jungkook and he has the tendency to have, or create himself, problems

"An agent, not ours. I took his phone, I send you his electronic chip, possibly encrypted and dangerous" Jungkook pursues as he grabs his computer and inserts the chip in his devise

"I took control over your computer to check"

After a few minutes, the operator speaks again.

"Well, looks like someone wanted to end you"

If the female takes it as a joke because Jackson was obviously a rookie agent, Jungkook is not laughing at all. He doesn’t really care about being a target, it’s not the first time and definitely not the last either, but you… it’s different. And there are photos of you in the field. You’re his wife but he has made sure to erase all the informations regarding you so only people he knows personally would know he’s married. So why are you in the fucking field? The field that makes him a target and puts you in danger!

His fists are clenching so much that his knuckles crack again and bleed. Wrath makes him shake and he is afraid he’d crushed the phone in his hand.

"Why are there photos of my wife?" He asks with gritted teeth

"It doesn’t look like she was the target. Maybe the other agency wanted to have as many as informations they could get"

"Find them" He orders before hanging up

He needs to calm down because he could kill someone. You were with a fucking agent who knew you, who could have hurt you just to get to him. Jungkook promised you to protect you and he wasn’t lying because God knows he has the abilities for that but now… Things are different. He is the one who makes you in danger. He is angry toward life, toward his job and toward himself. When he told his agency he was getting married, they did ask him to think about it, that it was not very smart, that someday you could be a target. But he was cautious and made sure that no one would ever know you exist.

Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he was too selfish because he knew that he was putting you in danger and he still married you because he loved you. You should have married another man, a boring yet normal man who would never had your photo in a fucking agent’s target field.

When Jungkook is about to break down, he walks to your ensuite bathroom. He storms in, takes off his clothes so fast and abruptly that he almost rips off the fabric and enters the shower. He lets the cold water running off down his tensed body. He feels so much anger that the blood in his veins is boiling despite the coldness of the water. He closes his eyes and pushes his head under the water stream. His palms are laying flat against the shower wall.

You, on the other hand, have witnessed your husband’s actions. You have never seen him like that, like he is about to break. Honestly, it’s painful to watch and you’re not sure what to do. Yes, he lied to you but you love him. And one thing is sure: he loves you too. You feel it every time he kisses you, hugs you, makes love to you. You feel it every single time he is looking at you. He can’t be an as good actor.

"Jungkook?" You call him as you enter the bathroom too

You see your beautiful husband in the shower. His body is so perfect: strong thighs, defined abs, brawny chest, large shoulders and muscular arms. His tattoo sleeve only makes him more attractive. However, he looks defeated and he doesn’t even seem to notice you. Your heart squeezes in your chest but not for the same reason as before: it hurts because he is hurting. Jungkook seems so down, you don’t even know what to do.

So you take off your own clothes and join him in the shower. You gasp a little when you feel the chilly water. Your whole body shivers and goosebump grows on your skin. You step closer until you hug your husband from behind. You press your cheek against his large back and your arms are wrapped around his torso. You gently caress him with your fingertips and only then, Jungkook snaps back to reality and notices you.

"You’re gonna be cold, leave" He seems to order but his voice is just broken

"I’m staying" You simply respond as you peck his back

Jungkook grabs your left hand, the diamond ring is shining with the light and the water drops. Fuck, he loves you so much. He turns the thermostatic mixer to have some hot water. Then, he turns around and grabs your cheeks. The way he is looking at you is so overwhelming that a tear rolls down your cheek.

"Kiss me" You whisper, feeling that if he doesn’t, you might die

So he does. He kisses you like it’s your first and last kiss. It’s the most romantic, sensual, soft and deep kiss ever. It’s a kiss that has a hundred of meanings, the main one is how much Jungkook loves you.

His tongue finds its way into your mouth and your hands run through his soaked hair. Your husband’s arms secure you against his body by wrapping around your waist. His warm and large palms are rolling up and down your back and you feel his member getting harder against your lower belly. A sweet moan escapes your lips when Jungkook’s mouth dives into your neck. His kisses are as wet as the water stream and your pussy. Your own hands press him closer.

When his inked hand squeezes you ass, you gasp. Your cunt clenches around nothing and you need him. Maybe Jungkook can read your mind, or maybe he just knows you so well because his other hand makes its way to your crotch. He growls when he feels your arousal dripping from your pussy. His expert fingers slide upon your folds, collecting your wetness to rub your clit.

Your head rolls back and you moan loudly. You don’t really know what’s going on but it feels like the very first time you are being touched. Maybe all the emotions you’ve felt lately make your body more sensitive.

Jungkook enters you with two fingers but still takes care of your swollen bud with his thumb. He is way too good with his hands. He knows how to touch you, he knows how to make you feel good. His cock is now completely hard and you take it in your hand. It feels thick and heavy as you gently jerk him off. The precum dripping from its tip and the water of the shower smooth your movements. You apply the right pressure on his dick and work a little more on his sensitive tip like you know he loves. And if you didn’t know it yet, the way your husband gently bites on your shoulder to suppress a moan proves it to you.

Your husband’s digits are moving faster and deeper into your cunt, curling to hit your sweet spot. You are close and Jungkook knows it too thanks to your tightening walls. He captures your mouth with his own. Your moans are mixing with your tongues as you work on his dick and he enters you with his long, thick yet delicate fingers. Your body starts to shake and your orgasm washes over you. Your scream is directly swallowed by your husband and his arm is wrapped tighter around your waist to support you.

He slides his digits off your cunt, and you wince. You need more, you need him, even after the beautiful orgasm he gave you. Right now, you feel like everything won’t ever be enough because your love for him is taking everything around you.

Jungkook frees your lips, now red and swollen, to look into your eyes. A mix of lust and love adores your beautiful eyes and he knows he’ll keep this image in his head for the rest of his life. The way he is feeling for you right now will last forever.

He gives you a last kiss before turning you around so your chest is pressed against the tile. The cold material against your burning skin makes you shiver and wetter. Jungkook takes the time to appreciate the sight: you’re so beautiful. The most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Your back is arched, giving him a great view on your ass and glistening pussy. His dick throbs when he notices your cunt clenching around nothing, just like it was begging him to stuff it.

He caresses your asscheeks with his tattooed hand, teasing you while you’re already on the edge of loosing your mind.

"Please, honey, fuck me" You beg him

He gulps like a teenager before his first time and guides his fat cock towards your entrance. Your wetness feels divine on his tip and he has no difficulty to just slide deep into your cunt. The pornographic moan you offer him is music to his ears. He can feel your velvet walls clenching around him like a warm blanket. You were made for him and he was made for you. He pushes even deeper into you, until his pelvis is hardly pressed against your ass. You gasp as you feel him so deep. He is touching your limits and it feels so good.

When your husband starts moving, he is soft first, building up the tension. Your groans are like pleas to fuck you harder.

"You’re are so beautiful, so perfect, you don’t even know it" He tells you as he kisses your shoulder

The way your walls clench makes him know that the compliments touch you, but he said it because it’s true. You can’t imagine how beautiful you are for him. So he wants to make you feel it. His pace enhances and soon, skin flapping sounds fill the air. His hands are deep into the flesh of your hips to keep you still while he is fucking you hard and fast. Your own fists clench on the shower wall and you’re loosing your mind. Your tits are bouncing fast due to his harsh humping.

"Oh my god!" You scream at a specially rough dick stroke that makes your eyes roll

Jungkook’s strong inked arm snakes around your frame to press you against his chest, squeezing your jolting boobs at the same time. His cock is now directly hitting your g-spot and it feels so good you’re not sure you’re still alive. His other forearm secures your lower belly and his digits find your already sensitive clit. Your delicate body, completely hugged by him, while he is deep inside you is the most beautiful moment of his life.

"I love you so much, Y/N" He groans in your ear

One of your hand holds onto his right tattooed arm — the contrast between your two skins is striking because you look so pure compared to him — while the other is still supporting you on the tile. Your husband is providing you so much pleasure that you might be in heaven. Messy moans that look like his name escape your open mouth. You feel him everywhere on and in you. His big dick is stretching you perfectly and his fingers rubbing your clit are delightful. Your legs start shaking and you know you’ll cum soon.

"I love you too, more than anything" You moan

Jungkook fucks you even harder as he feels your pussy tighten around him. He won’t last long either but he just wants to make you cum. He fucks you like it was the last time. He kisses your throat, marking you to leave a memory for later. His hand grabs your left tit, pinching your sensitive nipple before taking it entirely in his large palm. He can feel your erratic heartbeat and his own chest is filled with pride that it’s beating for him. He is so damn lucky to be loved by you.

"Cum for me baby" His voice is weak, almost begging you

Your husband’s name leaves your mouth in a broken scream as you cream his dick. Jungkook’s arms tighten around you to support your shaking body. The wave of pleasure is so high that white dots paints your vision. Your head rolls back to rest on his strong shoulder. His thick cock is still pounding into your throbbing cunt and the overstimulation almost kills you with pleasure.

"Please, fill me up" You ask Jungkook

It’s what he needed to release himself deep inside you. You feel his dick palpitating and his hot cum in your pussy. The way he growls you name as he reaches his high looks like a love confession.

You are both panting but you don’t want to move. You want to stay like that forever. This moment is perfect because the air is full of love, protecting you from whatever is happening outside your bubble.

But the bubble busts when your husband pulls off of you, leaving you empty in more than one way. You panic when you turn around and don’t witness his usual soft features. His face is tensed and his jaws clenched. You grow worried when you can’t read his dark eyes.

He steps out of the shower without warning and the air immediately freezes around you. What is going on? You basically run after him, not caring about being naked or dripping wet. Your throat turns dry when you see him throwing some clothes into a travel bag.

"What are you doing?" You manage to ask

Jungkook doesn’t answer and pursues his mission. Your body refuses to move when all you want to do is to throw away his stupid bag through the window.

"Are-are you leaving me?" Your voice sounds so hurt and broken that Jungkook has to fight everything in him not to hug you and promise you that he will always love you

He still doesn’t say anything but the travel bag is now full and your husband has put some clothes on. The worst thing is that he is not looking at you. Why is he not looking at you? Why is he not saying that you’re insane to ever think he would leave you? Your heart is pounding in your chest so loud that it mutters all the other sounds around you.

It’s when Jungkook takes his first step towards your bedroom door that you force your body to move. You grab on his forearm like a lifeline. Well, it pretty is: your life without him doesn’t make any sense.

"Please, don’t" You’re sobbing even louder than when you found his secret phone "Please, Jungkook"

The way you beg him is killing him. He doesn’t trust his mouth — sometimes it’s way too connected to his heart. So he just frees his arm from your holding and he can see your heart breaking.

"We can talk, or not" You say between your crying

It’s not a pretty cry. Your tears are so big that they deform your beautiful face. And your throat is so tight that it hurts, even more with your hiccups.

"I promise I won’t ask any question, I won’t say anything" You speak so fast that you don’t have time to think but you just don’t want him to leave "We can start again, we can move out. I love you, I love you so much. My whole heart is for you, I already gave it to you so I need you close to live! Please, I’m begging you, don’t leave me"

Jungkook’s jaws clench and his holding tightens on his bag. He doesn’t want to see you broken, your voice is enough, but he knows he needs to. He holds on the thought that it’s the right thing to do, that it’s the only solution because with him, you’re in danger. He won’t survive if something happens to you.

"Then, I give your heart back so you won’t need me. Take care, Y/N" His tone is so cold yet broken and it leaves you breathless

Jungkook leaves the room at the same time he is leaving you. You fall on the floor, the sound almost makes him look back to check on you but he doesn’t. He knows that if he does, he won’t be able to leave you to protect you. Your cryings are like agonizing screams and it’s the last thing Jungkook hears when he closes the front door.

—————

It’s been three days and Jungkook hasn’t slept yet. He can’t. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees your face twisted by incommensurable pain. The bags under his eyes are almost as dark as his irises. He keeps telling himself that it was the right thing to do but he misses you like crazy.

He takes a sip on his fourth or fifth cup of coffee — he didn’t count. The waitress of the coffee shop steps closer once again to ask if he wants anything to eat but Jungkook declines. The poor girl gives up on her flirting. Jungkook doesn’t even notice that she is attracted by him — to be true, he never notices other women than you — and he doesn’t understand why the waitress would try to flirt with him when he looks like a mess. He hasn’t washed his messy hair, he hasn’t shaved and the hood of his black oversized hoodie covers pretty much all of his face.

When his phone finally rings, he picks up immediately.

“Hello?”

“Okay, I’ve got some infos” The operator speaks up “It looks like the agency has contacted a man named Kim Seokjin. Do you know him?”

Jungkook’s blood seems to freeze in his veins. He almost jumps on his feet and runs to his car. He doesn’t really understand what’s going on but if the woman on the phone speaks the truth, then you’re in danger. He can’t believe that he left you to protect you but put you in a greater danger instead. He has never driven this fast before but he doesn’t give a shit about the ticket. The pace of his heartbeats is insane and all he has in his mind is you.

Your bed looks like an ocean of tissues. You have spent the last three days crying and crying and crying. Honestly, you don’t know how you still have some water left in your body. Your bed is too big and too cold without Jungkook but you couldn’t leave it because it still smells like him. You miss him so much that you could die. You’ve tried to repeat the last scene over and over again but you still don’t understand how you could have switched from such an intimate moment with your husband to the worst breakup in history in two minutes.

Jungkook loves you, you know it. You don’t understand why he would leave you. Did you do something wrong? You shouldn’t have questioned him about his job or whatever. You should have kept your mouth shut. And you shouldn’t have looked for those stupid assurance documents in the first place. You’re so broken that you had almost called them to withdraw your contract.

However, today, you have decided that something would change. You would wake up, shower, put some clothes on and act like nothing happened. You have to least pretend because you only have denial left to keep breathing.

You’re in your kitchen — has it ever been so huge? —, cooking some random recipe. You picked the most time consuming one in the cooking book not to think about anything and you have to say that it is working pretty well. Until someone knocks on your door. You swipe your dirty hands on your apron before taking it off and open the door. As an automatism, you draw a welcoming smile on your face for your neighbor.

“Hi, Seokjin! How can I help you?”

“I wanted to talk about the fence. You know, it’s getting out of control and my wife can’t stop talking about how your hedge is stepping on our garden” Your neighbor explains, visibly embarrassed

“I’m sorry but you should discuss that with Jungkook, I don’t know anything about that”

“Oh, is he here?”

You wince at the pain in your chest but it’s now time to put out your best acting skills. A little lie for your neighbor can’t hurt, especially if you don’t want to be completely humiliated in your neighborhood.

“No, he is on a work trip, I’m sorry” You lie “But, please, come in. I’ve made some fresh blueberries cupcakes. I’ll give you some for Aecha”

You step aside to welcome Seokjin in your home with your pretty smile.

Jungkook arrives just in time to witness it. He jumps out of his car and runs to the backyard. He jumps upon your favorite flowers to join the backdoor. He needs to enter the house as quickly as possible. Just as he is stepping inside the kitchen, he hears your voices getting closer. He sneaks upstairs without making any noise. His heart is beating hard in his chest while he takes off five books of his bookshelf and reveals a vault. He wishes he had time to laugh at the irony of the code being your wedding date. He quickly grabs a gun and ammunitions.

Your husband tries to get eyes on you but he only hears your voices. Seokjin is a damn good actor when Jungkook thinks you two have known him for two years now. Your husband can’t deny how stressed he is feeling at the idea of someone hurting you.

“So, you’re all alone?” Seokjin asks you while you’re putting cupcakes in a big Tupperware box

You’re quite surprised by his question that is a little too personal. You don’t know him very well but maybe he is just trying to do the talking.

“Yes but Jungkook will be back soon”

You and Seokjin are at each side of your kitchen island, you facing the entrance hall and staircase that Seokjin has in his back. As you’re looking up to smile at him, your eyes are attracted by your husband making signs at you. He is pointing upstairs and his finger is against his mouth to tell you to keep the secret. You don’t try to understand him, you don’t even seem to know him at all lately. He left you and now he is back and acts crazy…

“Uhm… Aecha lent me one of her books, let me grab it” You lie once again but you’re not sure to be such a good actress

You leave your neighbor and head to the staircase. Your husband immediately grabs your waist when you’re out of Seokjin’s sight and makes you go on the second floor.

“What are you doing here?" You whisper-yell

You hate to be happy to see him while he left you heartbroken. He doesn’t look good with his tired face and it makes you want to kiss him.

“Listen, I think Seokjin is not who we think he is”

“What are you talking about?”

Is your husband going crazy? Seokjin and Aecha are a very cute couple. They’ve invited you at all their parties.

But it’s at this moment that you notice what Jungkook has in his hand: a freaking gun! It’s huge, way more impressive than in movies. Why does he have a gun? Is he going to kill someone?

“What the hell is that?!” You yell and your husband immediately puts his hand on your mouth

“Baby, listen to me. Go to your car, don’t make any noise and drive to the hotel where we got married. I’ll join you there when I’m done. Can you do that for me?” Jungkook speaks low but clearly

You nod but you’re still completely lost. Your husband frees your mouth and leads you to one of your bedroom windows. He opens it and tells you:

“Grab the gutter”

“Are you insane?”

“Please, listen to me, I know you can do it”

“I’m not going down by holding the freaking gutter! I’m not a freaking ninja or something!”

“Y/N, we don’t have time, please” Jungkook is growing frustrated and he is doing this thing with his mouth he knows you hate

“Oh, don’t smack your lips on me” You scold him with a pointing finger

“I’m not smacking my lips” He almost cries out of frustration, you’re so stubborn sometimes and now is definitely not the right time

“Yes, you—“

You’re cut off by a deafening sound that makes you scream and crash your hands onto your ears. Jungkook pushes you on the side so you’re hidden by the bed. His eyes are fixed on Seokjin who has just tried to shoot you for fuck’s sake! His anger is boiling and he aims his neighbor too. The numerous years of training gave him precision and he manages to hit Seokjin’s arm. The man growls in pain but he won’t give up. He changes his spot to have a visual on you.

Your husband’s heart stops when he understands what’s going on. He jumps on the side, grabs your hand and protects you with his own body while he is running away. The bullet lands just a few inches away from your leg. He shoots at Seokjin, not really targeting him but preventing him from shooting you. Are you the target now?

“Jungkook! What is going on?!” You shout

“Later, babe” He replies with gritted teeth as he leads you down the stairs

The bullets are damaging the beautiful cream color you’ve put on your walls just one mouth ago but you don’t really care when you’re running for you life. Seokjin is still behind you and he is not bad of a shooter, even with one wounded arm.

You and your husband manage to head to the backdoor and are running like crazy. You feel more than you hear the bottom hem of your dress getting ripped by a branch of your once beautiful flowerbed. Jungkook keeps shooting behind you until the magazine of his gun needs to be loaded. He always makes sure his body is protecting you. He pushes you into his car and another scream leaves your mouth when a bullet burst Jungkook’s car windshield. It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to get behind the wheel. But when you think he is going to drive down the alley, he goes straight at an insane speed.

“The hydrangeas!” You yell like he was going to stop “Jungkook!” You shout as the car hits Seokjin and completely destroys your flowers

“Sorry, babe”

The man disappears underneath the vehicle and only then, your husband reverses, making the car bounce when the wheels roll over what you think is your neighbor. You’re in complete shock and Jungkook is driving way too fast for your sanity. You grab the seatbelt in a ridiculous attempt to feel safe. Oh my god, you can’t believe what just happened! Someone shot you, your freaking neighbor! And then, your husband shot back to finally freaking hit him with his car! Okay, maybe this is just a nightmare. Maybe you’re delusional and you have imagined everything.

Your body is shaking so much that your teeth chatter. Jungkook glances at you with worried eyes.

“Baby, are you okay?” He asks gently

“No, I’m not okay, Jungkook! Explain now! Our neighbor almost killed me so start talking!” You yell at him

—————

Your husband insisted to wait until you reach the hotel where you got married in Geoje. The view of the ocean and the delicate rocks shaped into lace by the water and the wind is stunning. The contrast between the turquoise color of the sea and the oranges palette of the sunset sky is breathtaking. The scene is completed by the soft iodized smell of the air. The place is magical and romantic, the very reason why you chose to get married here. Maybe he hopes it’ll help you to relax or to remember that he loves you. The sound of the ocean waves is nice but you can’t appreciate it when your life is so messed up. You sit on the bed of your luxurious room and you can’t stare at your husband who looks like a complete stranger.

"Please, explain"

"I can’t tell you much, Y/N, the more you know, the more you’re in danger" He sighs

"It’s true that I’ve been real safe so far" You snap

"This only thing I can tell you is that my job is secret"

"Are you working for the CIA?"

"Baby, I’m Korean, I can’t work for the CIA"

"Are you working for the Korean CIA then?"

"No I’m not" Jungkook gets closer to you and caresses the back of your hand with his thumb "I’m gonna be honest, I don’t know what’s going on. Someone made some research about me and found out of about you. I swear I’ve been very careful to protect you, I don’t even know how they’ve got those informations"

The way your husband’s voice choke makes you anxious. You trust him, you would put your life in his hand without any doubt but you’re scared. This whole situation is crazy. You’re a normal woman with a boring life. And now, your husband is like James Bond or something and people are trying to kill you. You won’t ever regret married Jungkook but maybe you regret his secrets. But if he had told you, would you have married him? You’re not sure…

"Am I going to die?" You ask low and your question makes Jungkook’s heart squeeze painfully at the simple thought of it

"No, baby, look at me" He grabs your cheeks and your watery eyes meet his beautiful dark ones, dead serious "I’ll protect you. I promise. I won’t let anyone hurt you"

You nod and a tear escapes your eyelids. Jungkook gently kisses you and your arms wrap around his torso. The contact immediately makes him hiss. Your eyes widen in panic. You scan his body and spot a dark red stain.

"Oh my god! You’re hurt!"

"I’m fine, the bullet only grazed"

"Lift up your hoodie" You order

Jungkook knows that fighting is useless and he takes off his hoodie. You gasp at the sight: his left flank is bleeding but he was right, the bullet didn’t pierced him. Your heart is squeezing so much in your chest because Jungkook got hurt to protect you. Your fingers gently brush his bruise and you see his abs flexing by pain but he doesn’t say anything.

"We should ask a first-aid kit to the reception" You tell him, your throat chocked

Your husband only nods and grabs the phone next to the bed. He knows you so well, he knows you feel guilty while you shouldn’t. He is the one who’s guilty. He put you in danger. But you’re so caring that you won’t ever believe it. And right now, you need to do something for him, in this case, lick his wounds.

Quickly enough, some staff knocks on your door and brings you what you’ve asked for. You tell Jungkook to seat on the bed and start to disinfect. The fact that he doesn’t even hiss is a pound in your heart because it means he is used to it. How many times did he get hurt without you even knowing? Did he have to heal his wounds alone? That’s the saddest thing ever, to know your husband was hurt and alone.

Your shaky fingers apply some ointment as delicately as possible. You even blow on the bruise to soothe the pain away. The final step is the bandage. You grab a huge amount of compresses and secure them with a medical strip. When you’re done, your hands rest on Jungkook’s chest. You can feel his heartbeats underneath your fingertips and it’s comforting. You feel connected to him and maybe your heart settles to the same pace.

"I love you" He says, in the simplest yet most sincere way

"I love you" You reply

"Come here"

Your husband pulls you next to him on the bed to cuddle you. He whispers in your ears that everything is going to be alright and oddly enough, you believe him. You close your eyes and for the first time in three days, you get to sleep without your chest aching.

Jungkook contemplates you sleeping. You’re so beautiful. He caresses your hair and his brain is working hard to think about a plan. He has to go back to your house where he keeps passports and money. It won’t be easy, police or other agents watching the place but he doesn’t have any choice. You’ll stay here and he’ll come back as soon as he can. He won’t leave you ever again, he almost died doing it once. You’re his wife, the love of his life. Maybe he is selfish but he can’t let you go.

He delicately escapes your arms and heads to the balcony with his phone. He dials the number and the same electronic voice asks him to identify himself and he does. The night is silent despite the waves, but maybe he feels like that because of the mammoth starry sky above him.

"Osmium 1-3-0-6, where the hell have you been? Do you know that everyone is looking for you? You have a mission" The female operator scolds him

"Listen, plans’ve changed. Someone tried to kill my wife. I need to make sure she’s safe"

"You can’t, the mission comes first and you know it"

Jungkook’s fist clenches, it’s so fucking unfair. He won’t ever choose his job over your life. You’re the most important thing in his life.

"Listen, I need your help" He almost begs "Can you delay the mission? Just for one day. I’ll go to my house tomorrow and grab some stuff. When I’m sure my wife is safe, I swear I’ll get the mission done. You know me, I never fail"

He can hear the operator sighing, fighting against what’s is fair and what’s right.

"Okay…" She concedes "But you only have one day"

"Thank you. Really, you don’t know what it means to me. Good night, operator" Jungkook’s smile is clearly noticeable in his voice

"Good night, Osmium 1-3-0-6"

Jungkook steps inside the room but stops when he sees you looking at him.

"Are you going back?" You ask but your voice implores him to stay

"I need to. I have some passports and money. So you will take the first flight for Bali and I’ll join you as soon as I can"

"Please, don’t go" Your eyes are filled with tears and your husband’s heart breaks because he feels like it’s the only thing he’s seeing in them lately

"Baby, everything’s gonna be fine" He reassures you before kissing you "All I care about is you. If you’re safe, I’m safe"

"How can I be safe without you?" You ask, grabbing his hands

"I’ll show you how much I love you and then, you’ll understand why I need to go back" He whispers and kisses you again

This time, it’s deeper and more sensual. His palms cage your jaws and his tongue sneaks inside your mouth. You hands caress your husband’s naked back and he pulls you closer. He captures your lips deliciously and his fingers quickly find the hem of your dress to pull it off. Your perfect body, only covers by your undergarment, is lightened by the pale light of the moon. You look like a goddess. Are you even real? Maybe Jungkook is dreaming, he can’t believe he is this lucky.

"So gorgeous" He whispers, his hands fondling your thighs, your stomach, your arms and your breasts make you shiver in pleasure

His mouth can’t stay too long without touching yours, almost like you were his oxygen. His expert fingers undo your bra and free your boobs. Your mouth-watering mounds are calling him and he can’t resist. His tongue licks your right erected nipple before sucking on it so hard that your head rolls back with a raspy moan. Your panties get soaked in a second. Your hands are in your husband’s raven hair and the sparkle of your diamond ring in his black locks is ethereal.

Jungkook kisses your skin until he reaches your other nipple. The first one feels cold because the light breeze laps the wet spot. Jungkook loves your tits. Actually, he loves everything of you. You can feel his tongue rolling around your nipple and sweet moans form in your mouth. You tug on your husband’s hair, making him growl against your thin skin. He kisses every single inch of your breasts, manifesting how much he worships you. So much that your tits get swollen by his ministrations.

Then, he gently guides you towards the bed, his mouth glued to yours once again. He makes you lay down upon the soft and delicately-scented bedding. A wave of panic grows in your body when Jungkook’s kisses head South, placing his large body between your open legs.

"Kook, don’t, you’re hurt"

"I’m okay, baby" He reassures you while he is leaving sweet pecks in your inner thighs "Let me take care of you"

His fingers brush upon your clothed clit and you can’t think straight enough to argue. Your back arches and your fists clench on the sheets. When Jungkook is satisfied with the way your panties stick to your soaked pussy, he grabs the hem of them and slides them down purposely slow. Your skin gets so sensitive by his intense yet slow movements that you’re going insane. Your cunt clenches and is dripping by the expectation of his touch.

You can feel Jungkook’s breath on your wet pussy and it makes you shiver. Your husband is mesmerized by the beauty of your glistening sex and the way it appeals him. His mouth dives into it. Delicately at first, kissing your clit and lapping your wetness, and then, rougher. His tongue applies a delightful pressure on your clit while it’s rolling around. Your sweet whimpers paint a smirk on Jungkook’s face, he loves the sounds you make so much.

Your legs want to close because of the pleasure almost unbearable to take but Jungkook keeps them firmly open with his large and warm palms. When his tongue takes a fat strap from your entrance to your clit, you almost loose it. Your eyes shut and your hand finds his hair to press his pretty face deeper against your pussy. Your husband is literally making out with your sex and it’s really hot. He really knows how to provide you pleasure, and even more when two of his digits enter you. You gasp his name and your walls immediately tighten around his fingers.

He sets a nice rhythm and doesn’t leave your clit with his mouth. You feel overwhelmed by his touch, especially when his free hand grabs your boob. You glance at it and you feel a particularly intense emotion at the sight of the silver band around his finger. Instinctively, your other hand settles upon his, intertwining your fingers in a weird way against your flesh but you don’t really care.

When Jungkook harshly sucks on your sensitive bud and curls his fingers to caress your g-spot, your head rolls back.

"I’m gonna come" You whisper with a voice broken by the pleasure

"Please do. Come for me, baby" Your husband spurs you, pumping his digits faster into your cunt

Your walls get impossibility tight and your whole body shakes when you cum. Your mouth is wide open but it’s impossible for you to make any sound as your sexual high brings you beyond clouds.

Jungkook keeps his fingers inside you but stops moving and his mouth leaves your clit to gently kiss your inner thighs.

"You’re so pretty when you cum" He praises you and your cheeks get brightly red

His plump lips are red, swollen and juicy by a thin layer of your arousal. If sex was a person, it would be Jungkook right now. The hand that was in his hair travels down to his face to delicately caress his cheek. You can feel that his skin is rougher than usual because he hasn’t shaved but he is still the most handsome man that has ever walked on Earth. Jungkook kisses your palm while looking into your eyes. Lust and affection is clearly visible on your both faces and you can’t help bitting your lower and still swollen by your kisses lip.

The action drives Jungkook crazy and his teeth replace your own within a second. He doesn’t bite harshly because he doesn’t want to hurt you but the slight pressure he applies arouses you. Your pussy clenches around his steady fingers.

"I want you" You whisper against his soft lips

"I’m all yours" He replies like it was the most evident thing in the world

He steps back just the time to get rid off his pants and underwear and your cheeks blush a little bit more at the sight of his perfect cock. It’s big and thick but the skin is velvety. The drop of pre cum escaping his tip is glistening under the moon light and your mouth waters. Your eyes slowly go up to admire his also perfect body. You love his abs and pecs, he is so hot. Especially when his tattooed hand grabs his dick to give him a few pumps, even though he is hard as hell — he means, how could he not when his gorgeous spouse is naked in front of him?

But your heart gets punched when you see his bandage on his left side. Jungkook must notice your face getting tensed because he reaches out to grab your hand.

"I’m okay"

You simply nod because you’re afraid that your voice might be weak by your dry throat.

Jungkook places himself between your open legs and his dark eyes caress your whole body, from your swollen pussy to your so pretty face, passing by your tits. He is so damn lucky. He knows that if he had twenty other lives, he’d love you each single time.

He guides his cock to your entrance and slowly enters you. You feel your walls getting stretched and the feeling is so good that you almost cum again. When he is deep inside you and you are literally full, your husband leans down to kiss you. Your legs wrap around his tiny waist and your fingers intertwine on both sides of your head.

He presses his forehead against yours and your breaths mix when he slides his cock almost out before stuffing in deep into you again.

"More" You moan

Jungkook smiles and starts pounding you. He absolutely loves making love to you. He loves your face torn by pleasure. He loves how your back arches to feel him better. He loves how your rounded boobs bounce in rhythm. And he loves feeling your tight pussy around his fat cock.

"You’re taking me so good, baby" He praises you and he knows you love it because your cunt tightens

His hands hold yours harder when he enhances the pace. His strong thighs allows him to give you powerful and deep dick strokes. Your moans fill the room and levitate in the air through the open window. You don’t care at all if someone hears you while you’re making love with your husband.

Your legs pull Jungkook closer to you, making your chests crash into each other. It’s almost like your hearts are connected. Your husband’s face disappears in the crook of your neck to kiss your thin and sensitive skin.

"Oh my god!" You scream when he pounds roughly into you

Your eyes roll back and you’re going insane. This is so much pleasure to take.

"You’re fucking me so good" Your voice is shaky because of the way your body jolt

Jungkook smirks against your skin at your compliment and he frees one of his hands to press it against your lower belly.

"Do you feel that?" He asks and you gasp at his dick popping under your skin

Your orphan hand desperately needs to grab into something not to loose your mind and settles on the back of Jungkook’s neck. His black hair is tickling your fingers and you roll them into the end of his locks.

"I’m so close, honey" You inform him but Jungkook already knows by your clenching walls

"Fuck, you’re tight" He growls, his own head rolling back but only a second because he can’t take his eyes off of you "You’re so beautiful, Y/N. I’m so fucking lucky to have you" He says between two breaths

Your eyes water at the pleasure provided by his big cock and at his touching words. Your hand slides toward his cheek that you caress with your thumb like you can with the way your whole body rattles by his deep humping.

Your lips form the words ‘I love you’ in silence and your husband captures your lips once again. His hand on your stomach travels down and reaches your clit to draw magic circles. Your hand squeezes your husband’s next to your head. You know he is driving you towards the edge. He is fucking you so deep that you’re sure you’ll have bruises on your inner thighs.

His fingertips press harder on your sensitive bud while his dick is pounding into your dripping pussy. Your head rolls back on the soft pillow and your toes curl. You scream your husband’s name when you cum, body shaking with delightful waves of pleasure. The beauty of your face when you’re experiencing an orgasm is so perfect that that, combined to your throbbing cunt around his cock, sends Jungkook right into space. He growls your name and he frowns when he paints your walls with his white and thick cum.

He collapses on your body, heavily panting, and you caress his sweaty hair. Jungkook wraps you into his strong arms and hugs you tight while his cock is softening but still buried into you.

"My precious wife" He whispers into your ear

He gathers his last strengths and rolls on the side of the bed. His arm sneaks around your frame to pull you close. You listen to his heartbeats, echoing the soothing sounds of the waves outside. Suddenly, Jungkook’s chest wiggles as he is laughing lowly. You lift up your face to look at him with a questioning eye. Jeez, he is so handsome with his lazy fucked out smile.

"We got married here" He explains with a sweet voice that is like a melody "I was remembering how happy I was when we spent our first night as wife and husband"

"I can’t believe you hired actors to play your parents at our wedding" You say but your voice is nothing like a reproach even though Jungkook tenses

"I’m sorry"

"Don’t be. I understand that you just wanted to protect me. Honestly, I think that, if I knew the truth, I would have been so stressed and scared for you that I would already have had a heart attack"

Jungkook gives you a tender smile and caresses your cheek with his fingertips.

"I want you to promise me something" You speak up

"Sure, babe" He encourages you to pursue

"Promise me that you won’t leave me ever again" Your voice breaks a little and your eyes water to the point your vision gets blurry "You don’t know how hard it was to be in our home without you. You don’t know how empty and sad and broken I felt. I won’t survive if you leave me, Jungkook, so please, don’t do it ever again"

Jungkook’s chest tightens and he gulps with difficulty. Fuck, he didn’t know he’s hurt you this much. He was so fucking stupid to leave you, even though he thought he was protecting you.

"I promise"

He promises to you but also to himself. Whatever how fucked up the situation is, he won’t leave you. He will protect you and you’ll have the happy ending you deserve. He knows he doesn’t deserve you so he has to do everything he can to make you happy. If you ask him to die for you, he’ll do it without even hesitating. But he will stay with you as long as you are willing him to.

"I love you more than anything, Y/N. More than my own life. Remember that"

You nod and kiss your husband. Your head regains its place on Jungkook’s chest like it just simply belongs there and you both fall asleep and in love again, just like your wedding day at the very same place.

—————

The first thought that comes to Jungkook’s mind when he wakes up with your naked body still pressed against his is ‘God, my girl is hot’. Then, ‘I love her so fucking much’. His phone informs him that’s only six am but he needs to go. He kisses your forehead and covers your beautiful frame with the sheet. He dresses up with the same black hoodie and sweatpants from yesterday and leaves the room, not without glancing at you one last time.

He makes a stop at the reception.

"Hi, could you get some clothes for my wife, please?" He asks and the receptionist nods

He notes on a paper your size and the clothes you need. Maybe it’s the last domestic gesture he’ll do today.

When he reaches his car, or more like the truck he has stolen yesterday because his busted windshield was not really discrete, he makes a call to pretty much the only person he can trust.

"I need your help" He speaks with a low-pitched and serious tone

He then explains the situation and the two men agree to meet in a few hours. Driving helps him concentrate. It might be the most dangerous mission he has ever had so far and God knows how dangerous his job is. He makes a clear plan in his head: his colleague will join him and the both of them will discreetly enter your house. They’ll be quick and Jungkook will only grab the things he needs and disappears. Then, he’ll drive back to you and makes sure you leave South Korea safely. He’ll finish his job and join you to start a new life far away from all this mess. This way, you will live happy together without having to look behind you. Jungkook will settle to a new job, maybe be a mechanic since he likes cars. Maybe you could even start a family.

Yes, the plan is perfect.

He stops in front of a coffee shop to pick up his colleague. He is dressed up in all black, just like Jungkook, except that his clothes fit tighter on his tall body. He is the one who sent him the secret texts you found out. Jungkook doesn’t know his real name, neither than the man. They’re colleagues but they trust each other with their lives, job requires… Jungkook is a man of action while his colleague is kind of the brain. He gives Jungkook all the information he needs and provides him all the fake documents he needs for his cover. It’s also true that the man has to jump into action sometimes when Jungkook is into real shit so your husband knows that his colleague knows how to fight and hold a gun. And even though they don’t know much about each other except from work, Jungkook knows that the guy is just one year older than him and is a real flirt. After five years of working together, they’ve got to know each other by chatting after missions all around the world. A weird professional friendship has developed between the two.

"Hi, Osmium" The man says

"Hi, Gallium. Thank you for helping me" Jungkook replies

"Don’t worry. I’m happy to" Gallium — code name — reassures him with a genuine smile

The two men drive to your suburban neighborhood. Obviously, the whole mess Jungkook made yesterday didn’t go unnoticed. You live in the typical middle-class area where only normal families own a house. It might be boring sometimes for Jungkook — but his secret life provides him enough adrenaline to make it though it — but he’s thankful that you’re, normally, safe there. Until yesterday and a fucking hitman tried to kill you. The thought makes Jungkook tighten his grip on his wheel.

Jungkook has stopped the car a few meters away from your address. Gallium has brung some guns and ammunitions for the two of them and they prep their weapons. As usual, Jungkook feels his heart beating slow and loud in his chest. He is fully concentrate, maybe even more than normal because he knows your life is at stake.

Jungkook and Gallium sneak into Seokjin and Aecha’s garden and your husband looks through the stupid hence they were always complaining about. The rough branches are poking at his face in a unpleasant way but he doesn’t care. He winces a little when he sees that the garden is even more messed up than yesterday, which means you won’t be happy about it. Like at all. Jungkook uses his hand language to inform his colleague that two policemen are watching the backdoor.

The two men jump over the hence in a smooth and silent move. The policemen don’t even have time to react that Jungkook and Gallium get behind them and lock their arms around the policemen’s throat. The two men in uniform try to fight back but in vain: the oxygen doesn’t irrigate their brain or their muscles and they faint. Jungkook and Gallium let them fall on the ground slowly and head to the door. They have their guns in their hands now and are as discreet as cats. They are moving slowly but surely, always checking all round them to detect any enemies.

Jungkook points his hand toward the stairs and Gallium nods, taking the lead for checking the place. Your husband’s heart is loud in the absolutely silent house. He doesn’t even recognize it. Further than the bullet holes and broken glasses everywhere, it’s the atmosphere that has changed. It used to be a welcoming home, full of love. Now it looks cold and uneasy, like everything is tinted in a cold tone. That’s why Jungkook thinks that maybe his house used to be charming because of you and only you.

He goes up and takes care to avoid the sixth step because it squeaks. Someway, his heart squeezes a little in chest at the sight of your completely destroyed bedroom. The windows are busted and there are feathers pretty much everywhere on the ground.

Jungkook steps closer to your nightstand where a picture of your wedding has miraculously survived. His eyes immediately soften. He clearly remembers that his breath was cut out when you appeared in your beautiful white dress. And when you said ‘I do’, he thought that he was the luckiest man on Earth because you could have had any man you wanted and you still chose him. Your husband is in love with you like the first day, maybe even more. He feels like he loves a little more every single day you spend together and honestly, he doesn’t understand how all his love for you can fit in his body.

"Hey" Gallium whisper-yells

Jungkook jolts and regains his concentration. He walks to your spacious dressing room and uses the shelves to climb up until he reaches the bag he has hidden upon the double-door. He reaches down and opens the bag to make sure he has everything: money, passports and all the fake documents you’ll need to make a new life.

"Okay" Jungkook informs his colleagues while he is closing the bag "I have—"

His sentence fades when a harsh stroke hits the back of his head. The impact is precise, at the right place to make him pass out instantly. The darkness floods his vision and the last thought he has is you.

Something’s wrong. You can feel it by the itching filling up every inch of your body. It’s sunset and your husband hasn’t returned yet. When you woke up in an empty bed, you felt a wave of panic until your eyes landed on the sweet note Jungkook had written for you. He told you he loved you and would be back in the afternoon. So you kept yourself occupied all day, trying to think about other things to evacuate your stress. The hotel staff knocking at your door around lunch time with a full bag of new clothes kind of helped you with that. As you were putting your new underwear, jeans, long sleeve black t-shirt and Converses on, your chest went warmed up by Jungkook’s caring. Gosh, your husband is so perfect.

Except he is not here while he should be. Something is wrong. You’re walking back and forth in the hotel room, checking your phone every thirty seconds. Should you call him? What if you do and his phone rings and someone notices him? You’re afraid to make things worse. But for God’s sake, where is your husband? Your breath is shaky, just as your hands. You’re so worried about him. Your heart must have broke the record for the fastest pace now.

When you’re about to truly lose your mind, your phone rings. The sudden sound in your too quiet room makes you jump. At first, you thought it was your husband but the number is unknown.

"Hello?" You answer, unsure

"Jeon Y/N?" A female speaks

"This is she" Your voice is chocked because of your dry throat

"I work with your husband. He needs you"

What? What’s going on? The woman said she works with Jungkook, does she mean his secret job that you still don’t understand? And what does she mean by he needs you? Is he hurt? Is he in danger? If yes, what can you do? You don’t know anything about guns and secret missions and what so ever! You start to panic. Like a real big wave of anxiety that makes you breathe heavy and quick. You’re not made for that, for all that stress. You’re a normal person, just a wife leaving her life in a quiet neighborhood and who only has to care about the flowers in her garden.

"Is he okay? Is he hurt? Please, tell me he’s alright" You speak fast, your panic clearly noticeable in your voice

"He’s fine, don’t worry" The second the unknown woman tells you that, your body immediately relaxes: if Jungkook is okay, then everything else is fine "But he won’t be able to meet you at the hotel. He asked me to give you the meeting address"

"Why he didn’t call me?" You ask, both curious and quite suspicious

Jungkook didn’t tell you much about his job but he had made one thing real clear: he’s hidden you to protect you. So why would he ask someone of his job to call you while he would have done it himself? The itching in your body tenses you up. Something is not right but you don’t know what.

"He couldn’t" She replies but doesn’t give any more explanation "So, there is a disused warehouse not so far away from Geoje. Your husband is waiting for you there so you can leave the South Korean territory after that. But you need to be discreet. Don’t inform anyone where you’re going. If you can, rent a car and drive by yourself. Otherwise, someone could find your husband and hurt him. Please be quick"

The woman on the phone is telling you so much informations in such a short time period that you’re not sure to understand everything. Every time a word is leaving her mouth, you wonder ‘what the hell is going on?’. The only thing you care about is Jungkook. You just want him to be safe and you’ll do anything for that. So you don’t question her — what could you ask anyway, you’re so lost right now — and head to the reception. You ask where you can rent a car and don’t waste a second.

Your hands are shaking on the wheel and you can’t make the itching feeling disappear. You can feel it in your guts. Should you call the police? You’re not sure, the woman said that it can put Jungkook in danger… You try to call your husband but you have no response. Maybe it’s a trap but you can’t care because you can feel that Jungkook needs you.

You arrive at the address the mysterious woman gave you and you’re not relieved when you discover a creepy and far from any civilization abandoned building. It looks so much like a horror movie. What the hell are you doing here? Did you forget that this was not a movie and that you could be killed? Of course not. But you also didn’t forget that Jungkook may be in danger… You’re facing a dilemma here. Should you enter? You’re so freaking scared and the adrenaline rushing through your veins doesn’t help to think. You try to breathe deeply and slowly but it only brings some tears to your eyes because you’re terrified. How could your life have become such a mess? You want to back in time, when you didn’t know anything about the guns in your house and Jungkook’s lies about his job. Life was way easier then.

You grab your wheel, close your eyes and say out loud: ‘You can do it. You’re doing this for Jungkook. So pull yourself together and go to the freaking warehouse’. You nod to give you confidence when you clearly lack it. You don’t even have the courage to close the car door by fear to make some noise.

The place is huge and empty and cold and you’re freaking terrified. You don’t like it. Your heart is beating so fast that you’re afraid it might stop. You’re looking everywhere but you don’t see anyone. Where is Jungkook? Is he okay? Why would he ask you to meet in such a creepy place? He’d know that it would scare you.

When you’re about to run away you spot a big form on the ground. You’re not sure that it is because it’s pretty dark but your body moves by itself and steps closer. Your heartbeat echoes each of your steps. You almost faint when you recognize your husband.

"Jungkook!" You yell and run to him

He is unconscious and a big stain of dry blood is spoiling his handsome face. His hands and feet are tied. Your hands grab his face and you try to wake him up. Is he dead? The thought is too painful for you to accept it. You start crying and Jungkook is still not waking up!

"Please, wake up! Honey, wake up! Tell me what to do. I’m so scared" You sob and hug his heavy and flaccid body

You wipe your tears and try to loosen the ropes around his wrists but they’re too tight. What the hell is going on? What happened to him?

You gasp when you hear some steps behind you. You turn around and press Jungkook deeper into your embrace. You frown at the familiar frame. A frame you haven’t seen in years. But you might be wrong because that’s just crazy if he were there.

"Taehyung?" You ask in a whisper

"Y/N?"

"Oh my god!" You sigh quite relieved that it��s someone you know "Please, help me. I don’t know what’s going on! My husband is unconscious and I need to get him out of here"

Taehyung walks to you and you think he is going to help with the ties but he grabs you wrist instead. So roughly that it hurts. He pulls you hard to force you to stand up.

"What are you doing?!"

"You have to get out of here" He tells you with a deep voice that makes you shiver

"I know! But I have to help my husband"

You free your hand and go back to Jungkook, still unconscious. You don’t really know why you do what you do but you discreetly slide the photo of your husband and you that you keep in your phone case in his hoodie pocket. Call it instinct, call it adrenaline or call it craziness, you can’t explain it either.

"You don’t even know him!" Taehyung shouts, so loud that you jolt

You look at him with a mix of disbelief and scare. What is he talking about?

"You don’t know anything about him, Y/N. Do you know his job? Do you know how many people he has hurt? He has murdered? Do you think he is a good man?" He says like a snake, tongue hissing and eyes narrowing

"He is…" You can only whisper, completely taken aback

"He has lied to you. He has lied about everything! Do you think he loves you? Y/N, don’t be stupid. He is just using you not to catch attention! No one would suspect a husband living in the suburb with his perfect wife. You’re nothing but a cover"

"Stop! Jungkook is not like that!" You shout while closing your eyes but your words lack conviction

You did question yourself when you found out about his job. You did ask yourself if Jungkook was sincere and if he truly loves you. But when you look into Jungkook’s eyes, you can see that he does. Yes, he has a lot of secrets but he wouldn’t use you… Would he?

Taehyung is messing with your brain and it’s an easy thing to do when you feel so lost and terrified. You put your hands on your ears: you need silence! You need to think! It could be so much easier if Jungkook could wake up now.

"We don’t have time" Taehyung argues, grabbing your hand once again to pull you away from Jungkook "We have to go"

He wraps his arms around your frame and lift you up so your feet can’t touch the ground. You panic when he starts walking away. You wrestle but your strength is not enough to stop him.

"Get off of me!" You yell "Jungkook!" You scream louder than ever when the unconscious body of your husband disappears from your line of sight

Taehyung manages to put you in his car despite your struggle and shut the door. He gets behind the wheel and starts driving. Your heart is squeezed at every feet growing between your husband and you. Leaving him alone and hurt in this scary place breaks your heart so much. You’re worried about him and you just pray for someone to save him.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask, breaking the heavy silence

"For you" Taehyung answers, his voice way softer than before

"Please, I’m begging you, I need to go back. Jungkook needs me"

"He doesn’t, Y/N" He sighs, his hand running through his brown hair in frustration and anger "I already told you, he doesn’t care about you. Did you know that the agency told him to not get married because you could be in danger? And he still did it, because he doesn’t care about you!"

"Stop talking!" You shout

You know Taehyung is lying. You know it. But your heart hurts anyway because there is a tiny teeny chance that he might be right… The fact is that Taehyung has never lied to you while your husband did. And Taehyung has no reason to lie. But you just can’t believe that Jungkook is a complete liar! You feel so lost right now because nothing makes sense!

"I’m sorry for everything" Taehyung sighs and drives into the night

After you were gone, another car approached the warehouse. A woman jumped out of the vehicle and ran, completely panicked, inside. She did the same thing you’ve done a few minutes before: checking everywhere until she found Jungkook. Just like you, she ran to him and called out his name to wake him up. Only this time, he did.

The pain in his head is atrocious. His memories are blurry and the darkness around him doesn’t help him to dissipate his confusion. He can vaguely see and feel a woman next to him, basically hugging him in relief.

"Baby?" He asks with a raspy voice, confused

"It’s me" She answers with a voice that sounds very familiar to him while she pulls out a little knife from her pocket to cut the ropes "Are you okay?"

"Operator?" Jungkook questions again, even more lost now

"Yes"

It’s the first time Jungkook is seeing the woman behind the phone. It’s a strange feeling because she is just the voice in his ear, guiding him through the buildings he has to sneak in, or telling him what to say to the person he has to get information from. Usually, agents don’t meet their operator. It’s too dangerous, they know too much about each other.

"What happened? What are you doing here?"

"When you told me that you wanted to go back to your house, I knew you would need someone. When I checked Gallium profile, I saw he wasn’t on a mission so I knew you would ask him. But then, I found something weird: he has resigned. All of the sudden. And I had a bad feeling so I traced your phone and I found you. God, I’m so glad I did"

Jungkook tries to take a better look at his savior while trying to understand this whole messed up situation. Did Gallium betray him? Why? Was he the one asking information about you and him? Fuck, it’s insane… Jungkook winces at the pain thinking provokes to his injured head.

"Thanks" He tells the woman who only nods and helps him to stand up

She is small and fragile. Jungkook didn’t know what to expect from his operator because he hasn’t really tried to imagine her before but she is younger than he thought. Maybe his age or slightly older. Her hair is short, barely touching her shoulders, in a light brown color. Her features, that are surely cute normally, are tensed by worry.

"I have to go to the hotel, my wife is waiting for me" Jungkook informs her when they seat in the car

Your husband notices the grimace on the woman’s face and her deep sad eye.

"What? What’s going on? Is she okay?" Jungkook asks, panicked

"She’s okay but… Jungkook, I’m sorry" She says, resting her small hand on Jungkook’s big one to comfort him

"What?"

"She left. With another man" She drops the bomb

The whole world has stopped. Jungkook’s heart has stopped too. No, that’s just impossible. You love him and he loves you. We made love yesterday and you even asked him to never leave you… That doesn’t make any sense. What the fuck is going on?! The pound in Jungkook’s chest is so heavy that he can’t even breathe properly.

"Who?" He manages to ask despite the horrible lump in his throat

"I don’t know, I just saw them leaving the hotel before I came here. I wanted to check on her but she was with this man"

"Then, Y/N is in danger. We have to find her and save her. We could—"

Jungkook’s is cut off by the operator while he is already trying to make a plan in his head.

"They were holding hands and she called him by his name. They knew each other. I’m sorry" She explains, sad to witness Jungkook being so devastated

"I need to go to the hotel"

The woman nods and starts driving.

The car barely has stopped that Jungkook steps out and runs to your room. But it’s empty. You’re not here, and your few items you had with you either. Jungkook is going to die. He can feel it in his bones. He has already faced death, he knows that it looks like and he has never felt so close. The pain in his chest… There is no word to describe it.

You left him.

To be continued...

I'm so so so sorry for taking this long. As you can see, the story is very long and it's just the half of it. I still hope that you liked it (if you did, pls let me know in the comments 🩷)

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