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Under the Radar | 3

A/N: Flashback!

Sorry for those expecting a steamy continuation of the ménage à trois. We'll get back to that in the next chapters. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

I kind of decided to include a plot. It just flowed and it would be nice to put some late 20s perspective as the boys are slowly growing up to be dadd-- adults ahem. I hope you enjoy and I am SO SORRY for the late update.I will try to add Chapter 3 next week. keyword: try!!

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Plot: RM of world-renowned group BTS met you on his private vacation. Things get serious as you both value the same things, including relationships– monogamous relationships, or?

Theme: smut with plot | canon - BTS as world stars Pairing: OC x Namjoon x Jungkook Warnings: Idol BTS | Canon | Threesome, DubCon | Explicit 18+ | Chapters: one | two | three

Flashback-- 2 months ago

You moved the gear into park and reached for your camera bag haphazardly thrown in the backseat. You were so excited to walk around the hidden coast as part of your solo travels. You looked around the area and noticed that it was indeed a secluded place, judging by the lack of people milling around. There were a couple of local restaurants attached into the residents’ houses. And a lone bus stop can be seen just along the edge of the parking bay. 

It was late in the afternoon and it was the perfect time to capture some photos. You marveled at the pink sand and long stretch of beach. Nobody was swimming, and only a handful of people were scattered along the beach. A couple were laid on a blanket on one area, and a man was sitting atop some rocks with his headphones on. You walked farther ahead where you won’t disturb the other nature spectators and filmed a couple of videos and photos for your travel vlog. The peaceful vibe also stimulated your brain and it pushed you to record some prose on your phone. Nothing can spark creativity better than nature, and sadness, you suppose. 

After the sun has set, your stomach began growling. You only ate brunch and you realized it was not good to be this hungry if you were planning to eat lots of seafood for dinner. You traced back your steps towards the local businesses and chose a quaint restaurant with a rustic theme. The locals were friendly and one of the residents hanging out even sat beside your table to chat with you. After a comfortable pause, while the aged woman let you eat your meal, you heard her think out loud, “Oh poor dear, there are no more buses that come at this hour. He must have missed his ride. The next bus will arrive tomorrow morning.”

You followed her gaze and you saw the man wearing headphones earlier sitting under the bus shed, checking his watch and looking back and forth the road. Suddenly, the friendly woman stood up, presumably to inform the man of his mishap. 

You finished your meal and was paying for it when the old woman returned, the man with headphones in tow. He was very tall and he was wearing a cap and a mask. He looked awkward and a bit sheepish, he must have realized his mistake already. “Oh hey dear, thank goodness you are still here. You mentioned that you were going back to the city tonight, correct? Would you be so kind to give this man a ride on your way?” Then the woman ushered closer to you and stage-whispered, “It’s fine, he’s a jolly nice man, and I made sure he is not dangerous.” Then in a normal volume of voice, “He’s a tourist too and he had some miscommunications back at the station. But he is in dire need to get back tonight, you understand, don’t you sweetie?” She hugged you close and offered the both of you a sweet smile. 

The man rubbed the back of his neck and he looked completely embarrassed. You were more than happy to offer your help but you can’t say you feel too confident riding with a stranger for a 5-hour drive back to the city. 

“I’m really really sorry to impose, but I have an appointment early in the morning and I won’t be able to make it in time even if my… friend drives down here at this hour.” You noticed that his voice was deep and he kept his face lowered which did nothing to ease your worries of driving with a stranger. 

“Oh sweetie, you need to loosen up a bit. Maybe show a bit of your face to gain this lady’s trust. No one wants to drive with a faceless man.”

The man hesitatingly removed his cap and mask, then you gasped softly. You looked around to make sure no one else was around, or no one else had seen. No way. Maybe he just looks like him. But then, why hide? “That’s fine, you can put the mask back on.” You forced a laugh then addressed the old woman, “Better to be safe, right? With the virus and all.” You cleared your throat, and the man looked a little bit hesitant and more wary of you as he put on his mask.

“We’ll get going now, ma’am. Thank you so much for a delightful chat. I hope to get back soon.” You gathered your things and led the man to your car. Before you opened your door, you faced him and asked, “Best to get this out of the way first. My name is Jane, and I am an allied health professional. I live in New South Wales, and here’s my identification.” You showed him your drivers’ license. “Now, are you perhaps, a celebrity?” You stared him down- well, up, since he’s  a lot taller. And your tone is reminiscent of a teacher scolding a child. But you just couldn’t help yourself. He must have felt the same way, because he answered with a small voice, “Yeah.” With his head still bowed down. You took a deep calming breath before continuing, “And you think it safe to travel in the suburbs of Australia, by yourself, without transportation??” You knew you sounded accusatory, considering you were talking to a stranger, but you just couldn’t believe how careless and thoughtless and dangerous the whole situation was. He squared up his shoulders a bit here and defended, “Well, I thought it was safe since it won’t be crowded in this particular locaion, and I did have a ticket back. I just…” he scratched his head and sighed. 

A cold breeze fluttered your coat open, and you shivered. “Maybe, we should continue this inside.” He suggested, eyeing your shivering frame. You conceded, and both of you got comfortable inside your vehicle. You removed your coat, and he finally removed his cap and mask and ruffled his hair. You still couldn’t believe your eyes, but there was no mistaking it. 

When you didn’t move, he looked at you and smiled, flashing his pretty dimples (curse him), and extended his hand, “Forgive me for forgetting my manners. Pleased to meet you, I’m Kim Namjoon.”

You gulped and shook his hand. You couldn’t say anything, so you just nodded and completed your pre-driving routine. You completely forgot that your phone automatically connects to your speakers and RM’s Seoul started playing. You froze and accidentally stepped on the brake. “Fuck.” You heard him snort and then laugh. “Sorry about that,” you muttered, referring to your embarrassing driving skills. Then he asked with dimples flashing, “So, you’re an Army huh?” You glared at him for a second then focused on driving.

“Well, the songs are good, can you blame me?” Then he chuckled and freakin rapped along. Your heart beat so fast because you couldn’t believe Kim Namjoon is rapping along Seoul while he is in the passenger seat of your car. Fucking surreal. 

After a few minutes of silence, with just your playlist in the background, you told him, “You can sleep if you want, you did mention you still have a schedule in the morning.” You glanced at him and he was wearing an incredulous look. You paused, oh yeah. It would be more foolish to sleep in a stranger’s car. “Or not. Forgot about me being a stranger thing. And worse, a fan!” You chuckled. “No, it’s not that. I just don’t think it’s polite to sleep while you are driving for me. The least I could do is accompany you.” You smiled softly. You’re not even surprised he is that thoughtful. “Also,” he cleared his throat, “I don’t actually have a schedule. I just.. didn’t want my manager to scold me. I was about to call him using the phone in the restaurant, but the woman suddenly asked you to drive me. And well, I’d pick riding with a pretty girl than be scolded by the company any day.” 

Your jaw dropped, and the man had the nerve to laugh. “Oh gosh, are you sure this isn’t a reality show, like- prank an army episode, oh god, y’all are not stalking me right?? How did you even know I was an army?? I was discreet!” And that just made him laugh harder. 

“Relax. It’s definitely not a reality show. It is reality though.” A short pause, then, “Your music taste is so… varied.” And for some reason, that made you feel proud. Your playlist ranged from country music, to R&B, to anime OSTs, to Eminem, Barbra Streisand, and of course BTS. 

After a couple hours of driving, your legs were feeling numb already. On your way to the coast, you had multiple rests since you were not in any hurry. But you were still a new driver and your legs are not accustomed to long drives. “Uhm, since you’re not chasing a schedule, is it okay if we stop over for a moment? My leg is killing me.” He instantly agreed, “Of course, Jane. Anything you need. Are there restaurants somewhere we can stop over? Do you want to eat? My treat!” You smiled. “Don’t be silly. You’re my guest and not everybody can do a favor for the Kim Namjoon so I’m treating you.  I need something to brag about to my grandkids.”

Silence. “Oh. You’re married?” You laughed at that. “I wish. But, nope.” You took a deep disappointed breath. “What’s with the reaction? You’re still young?” He asked. 

You parked the car, and faced him, “Well, you know how we have these certain expectations in our lives? Not other people’s expectations for us or society’s standards- just, a vision of how our life should be like.” You didn’t know what made you share your deepest disappointments in life with this man, but you thought, It’s not like I’m ever gonna meet him again anyway. I might even get a helpful advice or two from THE Kim Namjoon. You faced forward then, and played with your fingers as you continued. “I feel like nothing I envisioned for my life, back when I was just a youthful dreamer, ever came true. I didn’t live up to the expectations of 12-year-old me. And it bothers me everyday. As I get older, time feels so much faster and missing chances get all the more scarier and riskier.” There was a short silence as you both digested the sudden serious conversation. You didn’t want to make him feel more awkward so you showed him a bright smile and unlocked the door. “That was what the reaction for.” Then you laughed as you exited your door. 

You noticed him looking out his window, at the queue for the restaurants. You walked around his side of the door and knocked on his window. “Maybe it’s better for me to just buy our food and eat in the car?” He looked worried but grateful at the same time. “I think that would be the best. Sorry.” He really looked apologetic. But you completely understand. “It’s fine, honest. Be sure to lock the doors then, and keep the windows closed. Do you know how to start the car so you can turn on the heater?” He rolled his eyes and held out his hand for your keys. “Sucks that my reputation precedes me. But yeah, I can do that much.” You started to hand him the keys and bit your lip. You were honestly worried he will wreck your car. You sighed, “Please. Don’t break my car.” Before turning and walking away, chuckling at his offended face. 

Chapters: one | two | three

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32297806/chapters/80057497

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Under the Radar | 2

A/N: So I guess it’s a three shot? idk i was just excited to post the next part so here’s part 2!

Plot: RM of world-renowned group BTS met you on his private vacation. Things get serious as you both value the same things, including relationships– monogamous relationships, or?  Theme: smut | canon - BTS as world stars Pairing: OC x Namjoon x Jungkook Warnings: Threesome, DubCon | PWP (for now) | Explicit 18+ | If you are very sensitive regarding consent, then this may not be for you. There is no forcing or violence,  but there are some actions done without asking OC first, but she likes it. Up to you if you want to continue or not. Chapters: one | two | three

Namjoon peeled your off shoulder sundress slowly, following the movement with his mouth, kissing along your collarbones and shoulder. He was pleasantly surprised to find that you were not wearing a bra underneath. He smirked, “All this time, baby? What a naughty little lady.” Then he lavished each breast with attention, alternating licks and sucks, marking bruises everywhere. You reached for his hair and tugged for every suck. He groaned and moved further down, bringing the dress lower and lower as he kissed along the surface of your belly and hips. In a blink, you were fully bare in front of him.  He kneeled on the edge of the bed, with your legs in between. He towered over you and you felt warm, so warm underneath his gaze. Feeling shy and impatient, you whined and reached for his belt. His growing bulge was a wonderful sight to behold and you just bet your whole career it would look so much more beautiful without the clothes. He tsk-ed and slapped your hand away, “Up” motioning for you to move up the bed. “I’m not yet done playing with you.” 

As you moved up the bed, trying to be sultry and graceful, Namjoon heard the muted beep of his hotel door closing. Someone just entered and it must be one of the members, because he specifically asked his managers to not contact him tonight. He peered back and caught the tip of a man bun, making him smirk. Perfect timing. Without further ado, Namjoon grasped both your ankles and folded it up, perfectly exposing your most private parts. You gasped, not expecting the sudden attack. Then you felt your eyes roll back when you felt him slap you there. He caressed the back of both your thighs and slowly inched closer back to your center. He swiped one finger along your folds and pushed two fingers in. You were a mess of whimpers, gasps and moans. His quick and sure movements are pushing you closer and closer to your climax. Then you felt his tongue swipe on your other hole and you shrieked in surprise as you tried to squirm away. But Namjoon’s grip on your ankles were so firm and he was so strong that you barely managed to move an inch. 

A chuckle. That most definitely did not come from Namjoon’s mouth currently busy giving kitten licks around your anus, while his fingers  continue to scissor your pussy open. Your wide eyes landed on a tall figure casually leaning against the top of the stairs, clothed in too big matching sweats. He smirked at you when you caught his eye. “So this is what you’ve been up to, hyung.” Then your eyes widened in horror as Jeon Jungkook threw himself forward on the bed, propping himself on his elbows, as he watched Namjoon do things to you. 

But Namjoon was nothing but persistent, and he completely ignored the fact that you had an audience as he upped the speed of his fingers pumping inside you, his tongue moving up your folds, sucking and licking, pushing you towards your orgasm quickly. With the added presence of a third spectator, your body finally convulsed and your eyes rolled backwards, helpless against the pleasure wracking over your whole body. 

As you came down your high, you felt Namjoon lower your ankles, and heard the sound of his belt clinking. He was finally undressing. “You don’t mind Kook watching, do you babe?” Then you felt fingers softly grazing the side of your thighs. You glanced down and saw that it was Jungkook, caressing your thigh with his fingers, up, down, up, down, as he trained his dark gaze on you. “Nice to meet you, noona. I’ve heard a lot about you.” He said softly, one eyebrown raised. He was smiling a secret smile, as if he knows more about you than you know. Then he added, “You got Joon hyung whipped.” Then he smirked up at Namjoon, who just finished divesting himself of his clothes. 

“Watch your mouth, kid or I’ll kick you out.” Despite your earlier mortification and embarrassment, you couldn’t help but laugh. Jungkook pouted and faced you, “But noona doesn’t mind me being here, right?” Then he scooched up higher, his face now level with your breasts. His words and actions are playful, but the way his eyes graze over your bare form says otherwise- very dangerous. You pulled the blankets over your body as you glanced over at Joon, confusion in your eyes. He just shrugged and said, “He’s welcome to stay. And touch. But if you don’t want to…” he glanced at Jungkook, who quickly pulled off his sweats, before climbing back close to you, picking up your hands, sucking each of your fingers slowly and oh so sensually. “If you don’t want to…” Jungkook whispered, eyes on you, his other hand palming his hardness, “then I’ll just have to convince you.” Then he smirked, “Maybe I can convince you so well, you’ll kick him out.” 

Namjoon pushed him over at that, and Kook just chortled like a child on the bed beside you. Namjoon then leaned forward to kiss you softly, “We’ll take care of you. Kook and I.. we’re kind of a package..” Then he kissed your jaw, your chin, the corner of your mouth, the corner of your nose. You understood. There are many aspects of Namjoon that you still don’t know about. But you were willing to embrace every single one of them. As Namjoon kissed along your neck, you reached to touch Jungkook’s hair. “Give me what you got, bunny boy.”

Chapters: one | two | three

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I re-read Flight 136 and I’m so shocked how differently I view the members now versus last year?? And, I cringe at the way I wrote it too, I proof-readed them many times last year but reading them now, it doesn’t feel like the flow is good? ACK. I don’t know if I can still continue that story or if I should rewrite it completely. I feel sad giving it up because it’s the first fic I tried to write ever hmmmmmmmmm

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Under the Radar

A/N: Soooo I’m back to writing and giving this two (three?) shot a try because not sure if I can commit to a full length story, ALTHOUGH, I’ve drafted a back story for this already.

Plot: RM of world-renowned group BTS met you on his private vacation. Things get serious as you both value the same things, including relationships– monogamous relationships, or?  Theme: smut | canon - BTS as world stars Pairing: OC x Namjoon x Jungkook Warnings: Threesome | PWP (for now) | Explicit 18+ Chapters: one | two | three

As soon as the door closed, Namjoon pushed you against the wall and quickly attacked your neck with kisses. You were so completely out of it that you barely noticed the two bodyguards stationed in the room, one in front of the floor to ceiling windows, and another at the foot of the stairs of the loft bedroom. You only noticed them when Namjoon hauled you up to climb to the bedroom loft and the guard stepped aside to let you pass. You squeaked and tried to pull away from Namjoon when you noticed the presence of somebody else in the room. 

“Oh my- put me down, Joon!” Plucking his mouth away from your neck, he looked at you with a dazed and confused expression, “Huh?” Then he had the nerve to grind you harder against his crotch while you were trying to pull free. You smacked his chest lightly, “There’s- put me down, there’s someone in here!” You hissed and gestured to the unmoving man wearing shades indoors. Looking very unperturbed despite the.. raunchy situation. He finally understood the cause of your distress and chuckled. “Yes, uh, they can’t leave. It’s their job to stay in the room while I’m here. Don’t worry, they’ve been with me for years and they’re kinda.. uh.. used to the situation?” He finished uncertainly. He wasn’t sure whether it was wise to let you know this was a regular occurrence. He didn’t want you to think this is just a one-time thing. “For safety reasons.” He lamely added. You finally pulled yourself free and started toward the door, “Uhm, I think- let’s just, uh. I’ll just go for n-“ you felt a grip on your wrist, firm but not rough. “Wait, please, let’s talk upstairs first, I- please stay?” He gave you a pleading look and darn it you just can’t say no to this man. You bit your lip because you honestly didn’t want to leave any more than he did. But it was just so humiliating, so you just bowed to both guards and whispered your apologies, before running up the stairs without waiting for Joon. 

You heard him clear his throat and murmur something to the man stationed at the bottom of the stairs, and you peaked over the railings just in time to see the man shake his head. Namjoon pinched his nose and sighed, but nodded his head and smiled, patting the guard on the shoulder, “I’m sorry and uh- thanks I guess.” Before going up to follow you. 

The bed in the penthouse suite is laid low on a wooden pallet, modern Japanese style. You sat over the edge, biting your lip as you watched Namjoon crouch in front of you. He took your hands and kissed them, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this, it slipped my mind.” Then he placed one hand on your bare knee while his other hand continued to caress yours sweetly. Until the hand on your knee swiftly pulled the hem of your dress upwards, and cupped your heat without warning. “Can you blame me?” He husked against your earlobe, licking your ear,  pushing you down the mattress with his body, his other hand pinning your wrists above your head. You moaned in surprise and the heat that mellowed down returned in full force. He smirked as he realized that you didn’t bother to tone down the volume of your voice. Seems like you’ve already forgotten about your earlier dilemma. He quickly pulled down your underwear so he can plunge his fingers directly into your heat. Then ducked down to suck on your breast over your clothes. You whimpered and wiggled, overwhelmed with the pleasure all over your body, your mind focused on the sensations. He plunged two fingers inside your heat slowly and met no resistance. You were already dripping. You moaned louder and Namjoon’s hand jumped to cup your throat. “Louder baby, I know being heard turns you on.” He felt your walls squeeze his hand as he whispered these words and he thought, Bingo. 

He already suspected that you were secretly adventurous, despite your wholesome demeanor, when you didn’t push him away as he touched you under the table during dinner. You struggled to finish your meal while his hand wandered between your thighs. You were persistent and even tried to hold normal conversations, and god how it turned Namjoon on. You were clearly into public shenanigans and voyeurism. Oh how fun. 

Chapters: one | two | three

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Going crazy because ive been feeling a lot of things but i keep isolating myself from my friends. I dont know why but i dont feel like talking to them at all.

But i know i need to. Because i need to process my thoughts. Ive been stuck for weeks. And its not helping my situation. I know i am regressing. But i feel like theres no one left who can understand me.

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*me after 17 days of not messaging back* sorry I was too sad to reply what’s up haha

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the way bangtan is the only happy thing I am looking forward to nowadays

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Flight 136 - masterlist

PLOT: Inspired by the series Lost (without the creepy mysterious island monsters). Stranded on an island with BTS after your plane crashed. THEME: romance, comedy, smut, fluff, friendship, slice of life

WARNINGS: Slow Burn. Eventual smut (light). Cursing. Flirty Jimin. Strong independent woman OC. Bi Tae. Plane crash. Panic attacks. Emotionally done with heartbreaks. Terrorism. 

PAIRINGS: Jimin x OC (You can think of it as Y/N. Just think that you were somehow nicknamed Cho lmao) / JK x Lia - inspired character (since she’s physically similar to IU kkkk Why not put IU instead? Hmm. Why indeed?)

Guide for reading

Italicized texts are English translations only

Bold texts are thoughts

I like being able to visualize the characters and the setting so I will insert images from where I based the story on :) 

CHAPTERS MASTERLIST

one | two | three | four | five | six | seven

CHAPTER ONE

CHO POV “Thank you.” I said with a smile as the tall, handsome flight attendant, with Keith written on his name plate, brought me the drink I requested. He also made sure I was comfortable in my window seat. I feel so lucky and happy that the University that invited me was generous enough to pay for my flight in business class.

Singapore Airlines is just great. Everything here was an upgrade. Even the flight attendants are visibly more attractive here. I watched him go to the front of our cabin as a female flight attendant whispered something to him. She visibly shook with excitement, forgetting for a moment to be professional in front of the passengers. Remembering herself, she suddenly froze up for a few seconds before putting back her professional, and now a little bit strained smile.

I chuckled and faced the window, bracing myself for another long flight.

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