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i want two boyfriends so i can dress them like twins for @sopekooks

# soobin + when he's touch starved

(nsfw + minors dni !! f!reader, soob being too big, "just the tip", creampie kink, bulge kink, touch starved + desperate, trying (failing) to be quiet, rough + unprotected, hotel w thin walls, petnames (bunny/sweetheart),,, soobin's huge)

nnngh… shhhh, h-have to be quiet, soobin moans softly, his fingers slipping around your lips as he struggles to maintain his composure, his chest and weight pushing you into the sheets of his hotel bed,,, thin walls kept his hands to himself for three days,,, but by the fourth, he can’t help it anymore, breathy pants against your neck as his hands needily grab at your curves, between sheets and your soft body, his held flush to yours. messy bangs and wet hair, your gasps caught between his fingers as he grinds his hard on against your cute ass, groaning at the soft plush as he roughly rubs his bulge into your panties, stiff tip prodding and pushing against the thin layer of fabric,,, and leaving little to imagination, desperately needing friction, sensation, just any relief for his heavy, big cock, painfully stiff with touch starvation. whimpering it won’t fit without being fingered, until his low, needy voice fills your ears, just the tip, soobin moans, just the tip, sweetheart, please—

through the thin walls, you can almost hear beomgyu’s live next door, as he chats with the live audience, as soobin grinds his stiff bulge into your plush thighs, his hand slipping down further as he fumbles to hook his fingers into your panties, trying to tug away with wet fabric,,, they wont hear, just let me, soobin mumbles, burying his face into your neck as he lets out a groan of relief, feeling your arousal wet the tip of his dripping cock, angry stiff flushed and so hard as he grips you tighter, attempting to muffle his low moans into the crook of your neck. s-soobin,,, p-please, w-want it so bad, you whimper, hearing the rustling of sheets as soobin can’t resist your words, a muffled moan lost against your skin as his lips press messy, needy kisses against your ear and neck,,, and the tight, wet hole of your pussy, folds sucking his thick length in as he groans with relief, attempting to be slow,, but without prepping you first, it’s such a struggle to fit in your tight cunny,,, the thick head of his cock pushing in before he can’t fit himself in,,, as soobin messily pushes his hips into yours. s-soobin— w-won’t f-fit—! you wail into the sheets, muffled sounds and saliva wetting his fingers and the fabric as tears fill your eyes,,, and he’s so hard, so painfully hard it hurts until your warm, dripping pussy wraps around him, the sensation of your cunny struggling to stretch n fit him, the sensation of every vein rubbing against your clenching walls, slick mess of arousal and precum coating his massive cock as he crushes your body into his arms tighter, fingers feeling for the bulge in your tummy as soobin groans, his voice low and laced with raw need, f-feels so good, doll, so, so good, f-fuck—

and when his thick, heavy length fills you to the brim, wet slaps of skin as soobin roughly shoves you into the sheets, burying his face into the crook of your neck and shoulder as he slams his hips into yours, roughly thrusting as he fucks you so desperately, forgetting all sense of control as he pants and gasps without restraint, hand barely able to muffle your cries and wails as tears wet the sheets, his big hand pushing into your tummy to feel himself, feel his bulge deep inside your pretty cunny,,, and his incoherent groans of pleasure, f-fuck, bunny, so good, so tight, c-can’t help it–nnngh! and fucking your cute hole so roughly, loud slapping of skin on skin and rustling of clothes, your fingers clinging to the sheets as they tug off the corners of the mattress, pillows and sheets soaked in tears and spit,,, and his cum as soobin’s high crashes down, hot cum spurting into your tight pussy as he fucks his seed into your pussy, a mess of cum and arousal dripping over the sheets as he sloppily thrusts, unable to stop himself as he fills you to the brim with his love, agh— love you so m-much sweetheart, f-fuck, g-gonna fill you so full— i-i promise… so much for just the tip~?

hehe i promise beomgyu heard everything while he was live,,,

perfect i swear

18+ minors dni, f!reader

bf!jaemin who has such a high sex drive, so energetic and cocky, smirking up at you as he bounces you on his big cock, making you cum for the third time

your thighs are shaking and sticky with your slick, muscles screaming for rest and your skin sweaty and flushed from the effort. jaemin’s big hands are holding up all your weight as his fingers press into the flesh of your hips, lifting you up and slamming you down over his hips over and over. your fucked out body trembles each time his cockhead pushes against your cervix, the only noises you’re able to make are stuttered and mumbled utterances of his name along with tired and strangled whines

jaemin’s just smiling smugly at the way he’s making you fall apart, flashing his prefect teeth before bringing a big hand up to your face, hooking the hair that had fallen into your face behind your ear before holding your jaw firmly between his long fingers, “wake up, cute girl .. c’mon, baby, open your pretty eyes”

“jaem .. s’too much ..”

“but your pussy’s squeezing me so nicely, baby, you can do one more, c’mere”

he flips your bodies so you’re on your back beneath him before he’s grabbing your bruised hips and flipping you onto your tummy. his long fingers press into the flesh of your thighs as he pulls them apart. he’d lean down to kiss and lick at your puffy and dripping cunt, kneading the backs of your thighs. he’d pull his face away to inspect your sex, dipping his fingers between your slick lips, your tight wetness squelching around his digits as he pushed them into you, “your pussy’s so tight, baby, s’begging to cum again”

jaemin lays down beside you, lifting one of your hips and pulling it towards him so you’re his little spoon, his broad chest against your back and his throbbing cock pressed against your ass. one of his big biceps rests under your head as he wraps his arm around your neck, slightly squeezing your throat between his bicep and forearm and laughing against the shell of your ear as you gasp and scratch at his arm

he pushes into you so slowly, shushing you and running his big palm up and down your torso and the curve of your hip as he bottoms out in your tight sex. he picks up the pace, ignoring your crying and whining as he fucks up into you, your bruised walls pulsing around every inch of his wet cock, his full balls slapping against your sensitive clit

he gets so fucked out and lost in how wet and warm you are, he swings his leg over your hip so he’s pinning you down, pounding you into the mattress. you’re getting dizzy from the headlock he has you in and his raspy grunts and moans he’s spilling into your ear, your pussy so wrecked from the way he’s pounding into your walls so desperately

despite it being the fourth time he’s made you cum tonight, he’s so desperate for it, desperate to feel you squeeze and gush around him as he finally finishes, “that’s it, baby, thaaat’s it, fuckkk”, “don’t stop squeezing me, good girl, keep being good f’me”, “told you y’could take another”

after a few final thrusts to push his cum deeper into you, he’s flipping your limp body onto your back, sweeping your hair from your warm and flushed face and pressing a few soft kisses to your puffy lips before moving down the bed to inspect your pussy again. jaemin never misses the opportunity to watch his thick cum drip out of you, collecting the juices making a mess around your swollen pussy lips on his fingers and pushing it back into you, which overstimulates you, making your tired legs shake

he’ll bring his sticky fingers to your lips, “ahh”, having you taste yourselves, and he loves laying like that for a while, watching your pretty lips suckle around his long fingers, your bare chest rising and falling slowly, your sleepy and fucked out eyes look up at him as his cum still leaks out of you onto the sheets

The Reaper | Jungkook x Reader

Pairing: Yandere Mercenary Jungkook x  Reader 

Word Count: 14.6k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Touching, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Stalking, Murder, Lots of Blood, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not By Jungkook), Mild Smut, Dub-Con, Cunnilingus, Decapitation, Throats are Slit, Wolf Attacks 

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: “With your skirts drawn up over your thighs, the skin raised with goosebumps from the cool spring air, his hand retreated only to return with what looked like a stamp but where the rubber should have been, there were instead tiny needles all coated with bright red ink. Before you could begin to squirm again he quickly pressed it against the side of your thigh pulling a pained cry from your throat.

When he removed the faux stamp beads of blood rose to the surface of your skin, blending with the red ink that has been left behind. But the image imprinted on your skin was clear as day, a symbol your town had come to associate with fear: a skull pierced by a sword and ensnared by a snake. It was the mark of the reaper. 

You had been marked for death.” 

A/N: Here I am at almost three in the morning again lol. This is super UNEDITED but I will edit it tomorrow so please bear with me when it comes to any grammatical errors. I HUSTLED to get this done before classes start Monday so hopefully the quality did not suffer. This also ended up being 4-6k longer than intended. Very on brand. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and I can’t wait to see you in my inbox and the comments, love you 💜💜💜

It was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, but your stomach was twisted in knots. 

You were one of the lucky ones, at least that was what your father had told you when he excitedly grabbed hold of your hands with a winning smile. 

“A diamond in the rough,” He had whispered in awe, “How lucky I am to have had such a beautiful daughter born out of this village.” 

It is true that none of us have a say as to what family we are born into, and that couldn’t be any more true for you. You were born into a poor family in a dilapidated village in the woods, you had been destined to live a destitute life like everyone else who had come before you. But you were happy. You enjoyed your spring days running barefoot through the Brooke, the lingering heat of summer nights beneath the stars, the crunch of autumn leaves underfoot, and the bite of cold winter wind against your cheeks. You adored the simplicity of the only life you had ever known and you never wanted for more. 

But oftentimes, parents desired more for their children, more than they ever had. And that was why your father had jumped at the chance to marry you off to a visiting lord. 

Had you not entered the forest that day to forage, maybe you would not have ended up in this situation. But you had so there was no point in dwelling on the alternate possibilities of what could have come to pass rather than what actually had. 

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loved this whole series so much 🥺

Little do You Know | OT7 | One Hundred and Fifteen - Finale

Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader 

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au. 

Chapter warnings: This is it! Welcome to the final chapter! Author notes at the end. <3 

WC: 9.8k

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“That’s it, I’m fucked.” you were talking to yourself as you looked around your suitcase yet again. “I’m in so much trouble.” 

Talking to yourself wasn’t a constant occurrence in your life, but you were getting a little nervous, so you didn’t care. 

You had been in Busan for the last couple of days, having arrived just in time to celebrate Jimin’s birthday with his family –his mother’s seaweed soup was to die for–. With the Yet To Come in Busan concert happening later tonight it was expected of you to be nervous. For so many fucking reasons. 

You didn’t need one more. 

But the universe was still laughing at your face as it made you forget to bring Jin’s engagement ring with you. 

For a while there, you could’ve sworn it was in the travel sized jewelry box you had packed two days ago, but you had gone through it three times since you woke up and there was no sign of the ring. You also knew you hadn’t lost it; you would lose your damn mind if that was the case. So you chose to believe you left it in your apartment in Seoul. 

In hindsight it was a very high probability that you just left it behind without meaning to. You packed the day after getting the news that your boyfriends would be enlisting in the military soon, and only two hours before the car was supposed to pick you up and bring you to the airport. 

The news had messed you up a great deal, to the point the seven of them stayed in your apartment through the night, and only left when they had their own packing to finish. You weren’t completely over the news –nor would you ever be–, but you didn’t want to let it get to you as hard as it did when you first heard it. For your sake and theirs.

You would always be worried for them, you would always miss them and wonder if they were alright wherever they were. But you realized you had good things to focus on, things to look forward to, and that’s what you planned on holding on to. 

The house you would build with your seven lovers, the filming of your show, time you could spend with Appa and Minsuk and the boys’ families. You were also looking forward to the relief. 

You were all very tired of the doubts, of wondering when the shoe would finally drop and they would be sent to the military anyway. Not knowing was somehow worse. Now you knew. Now you had a plan. 

They would enlist, and they would do their time, but they would be back for good and be done with it. There would be no more wondering, they would no longer be at the hands of those who wronged them. Two years would go by so fast, you were sure of it. 

2025 was right around the corner, you’d be an eight piece puzzle again very soon. Your house would be done and you’d live together for the very first time, all eight of you and the dogs. Bangtan would go on a stadium world tour and you’d do your damn best to go with them. 

Jimin could finally take you on that date in the Seine in Paris. You and Tae could have fun in Amsterdam. You’d hike with Joon in Thailand, enjoy the sandy beaches of Rio with Hobi, explore the streets of Germany with Kook, enjoy good alcohol with Yoongi in front of a fire in Canada, fish with Jin in Mexico. 

It was the beeping of the front door of your hotel room that made you drop your jewelry box back on your suitcase. You and the seven men had universal keycards that allowed you to move freely between rooms, so you knew it was one of them coming to pay you a visit. 

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Hoseok mused with a laugh, walking deeper into your room but not bothering to close the door. 

“I would rather have.” you sighed, ignoring Hobi’s judging looks as he frowned at the mess in your luggage. “I didn’t bring oppa’s engagement ring.” 

“And you’re so desperate to marry us that it makes you upset?” Hoseok cooed, hugging you from the back and resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“As if!” you snorted with a roll of your eyes, turning around in his hold. “I’m seeing Jin’s parents tonight and they still think we’re engaged. Well, his dad does.” 

“You’re seeing all of our parents tonight, it’s best you didn’t bring the ring.” he pointed out. “Less questions. Plus, if Mr. Kim does ask about it, you can just say you don’t wear it when there are so many ARMY around.”

“Oh, that’s genius.” your eyes widened and you snapped your fingers. “Good Hobi.” 

Hoseok laughed and rolled his eyes this time. With a shake of his head, he kissed the tip of your nose and asked: “Are you ready?” 

“To go to the venue? Not yet, I’m not sure what to wear.” 

“You can just dress comfortably and bring a change of clothes for the concert.” he said, already pulling you toward the open door. “But we’re not leaving for another hour. Let’s go have breakfast with hyung first.” 

“Which hyung?” 

Hoseok only wiggled his brows with another laugh, fingers linking with yours as he walked the rest of the way to the door, picking up your keycard on the way. He dragged you three doors down the hallway and you weren’t sure yet who was in which room, so you had to wait for Hobi to open the door. 

He let you in first and the first thing you saw was the variety of breakfast dishes on the table by the windows in the back of the room. The second thing you saw was Yoongi brushing his hair next to the big mirror by his bed. 

Your eyes filled with water and you sniffed. 

“Morning, kitten–” Yoongi was saying as he turned to you. “Oh, god, again?”

“Your hair.” you scrunched your eyes, but tears still fell. “They are gonna cut your glorious long hair.” 

“Hajimaaa, come here.” the older man dropped the brush on the bed and opened his arms for you to hug him. “I’ll still have long hair for a while. And it will grow back, I promise.” 

Crying over Yoongi’s hair wasn’t something you did on purpose, but you couldn’t help it most of the time. It wasn’t news to any of them how much you loved all of their current hair lengths; especially Yoongi’s. You didn’t sob and your tears dried really fast, but you still ran your hands through his locks as you held him. 

Hoseok was laughing behind you, already pulling a chair to sit closer to the breakfast table. Never afraid of teasing you for your long-hair-kink, he said: 

“What will happen when you realize Jungkookie will have to take his piercings off?”

“Hobah–” Yoongi warned his friend, but it was too late. 

“He’ll have to–” you gasped, pulling away from Yoongi and covering your mouth with your hands. “His lip ring?! And his nipple piercing too?!” 

Yoongi was sending death stares at Hoseok, who laughed even more and shoved a piece of bread into his mouth. Yoongi dried your tears and assured you things might have to change soon, with his hair and Kook’s piercings, but everything would go back to normal one day. 

“You promise?” you sniffed, bottom lip wobbly. 

“Anything you want, kitten. I’ll pierce him myself if I have to.” he assured you and that got you to stop crying. 

“What a spoiled little cat.” Hoseok teased from his chair. 

You and Yoongi joined him at the table, with you sitting between the two men, facing the views outside the window. As you ate, you watched the waves kissing the white sand and the few hotel guests enjoying the day outside. 

You were staying in the same hotel you did last time you were in Busan, back in July. The one with the private beach area where you had a heart to heart with Joon about your worries of the future, upset you didn’t get the internship at HYBE. Back then you had no idea what was coming your way. 

It was reassuring in a way. To be so worried about something, only to have good news coming your way a few days later. Made you hope the future would repeat the past, made you want to stop stressing about haircuts and lip rings. 

Deciding on focusing on better things, you said: 

“I can’t wait to see the stage.”

“You’ll love it, but you might cry again.” Hoseok said and Yoongi sighed. 

“Why?!” you asked them, but Yoongi only said:

“You’ll see.” 

The boys had been spending the last couple of days at the Busan Asiad Main Stadium, the venue where their free concert was being held, but you hadn’t been there yet. You took some time to visit your family who lived in the area, as well as spending some time with Kook’s eomma –after so many calls and video chats, it was nice to see her in person again–, having dinner with the Parks and enjoying the city. 

Busan had turned purple. 

There were decorations everywhere, banners welcoming ARMY from all over the world who traveled to watch the concert, Gwangan bridge lit up in purple light every night, coffee shops and restaurants were holding BTS themed events everyday. The group’s impact in the city was nothing you had ever seen before and it was only more proof of their influence and power. 

A slap in the face of the government, no doubt.

“Doyun-ssi did a good job with the stage.” Yoongi started again after finishing a piece of toast and scrambled eggs. “And you know I hate to say that.” 

“He told me he’s really excited about it. Sad it’s the last stage he’ll get to produce for you guys for a while, so he went all out.” you nodded, bringing your glass of orange juice to your lips. “But he’ll be mine now.” 

Looking back, you could have chosen better words. You didn’t need to call the man mine. Not in front of your boyfriends. Not in front of someone like Hoseok. 

“What’s that, now?” Hobi asked, eyeing you from over the edge of his coffee cup. 

“I mean– Doyun is part of, uh… My team, you know that.” you stammered, his gaze had the power of making you feel small when he wanted it to. 

“That’s not what you said, kitten.” it was Yoongi’s turn to chuckle as Hobi scowled. “You said he’d be yours.”

Your lips opened and closed as you tried to justify your awful choice of words. And they knew what you meant, they knew Doyun and Heejin were joining the staff team for your YouTube series. Hell, Doyun put together the set for Suchwita, Yoongi’s own YouTube show where he’d get drunk with his guests. 

But Hobi was never one to miss an opportunity to mess with you. And Yoongi would always go with it. 

The gentle scrape of a chair on the wooden floor made you stare at Hoseok as he dragged his chair closer to yours. So close, in fact, that his arm touched yours. 

“Do we need to remind you who you belong to?” Hobi asked as the tips of his fingers pulled your chin up so you’d look into his eyes. “And that we’re the only ones that belong to you?” 

You were melting. You were dropping. 

“Yes.” you sighed, eyes fluttering closed. 

Hoseok could have punished you by pulling away, by teasing you and giving you nothing. But he didn’t. The fingers on your chin slipped to the back of your neck with a firm grip that made your eyes close. His breath was against your lips as his mouth pressed harshly against yours. 

You simply parted your lips and let him push his tongue inside, chasing it with his. Dominating you with a simple kiss, making your mind swirl as he explored your mouth, making sure you desired no one but him. At least in that very moment. Hobi bit your bottom lip and sucked on it softly, making you gasp and moan into his lips. 

“Now let hyung taste you too.” Hoseok ordered with a new squeeze on the back of your neck. 

“Yes, sir.” 

You turned around in search of Yoongi, finding his chair stuck to yours. You had no idea when he moved, guessing it must have been when you were distracted by Hobi’s tongue down your throat. Cat eyes were staring at your slick lips as your hands tangled in his hair. 

Unlike Hoseok, Yoongi let you be the one to kiss him, let you dictate how slow the kiss was. His tongue dragged against yours, mouths opening and closing with each other’s. You pulled on his hair, an opportunity you would never pass up, and he was the one groaning into your mouth. You swallowed every sound he gave you until he pulled away. 

“We should get going.” Hobi’s voice slowly pulled you from your haze. 

You were nodding as you looked at Yoongi’s bed, until you realized that’s not what he meant. 

“The car will be downstairs in twenty minutes.” Yoongi agreed, making a point of wiping his bottom lip with his thumb. “Are you coming with us today, kitten?”

“Oh, I’m not letting you out of my sight.” 

“That color looks pretty on you.” Jimin was saying as you were sitting in the rusty carrousel straight out of the Spring Day music video. “Nice hoodie.” 

“Thanks, I stole it from the merch booth.” you grinned, gently swaying back and forth. 

“Is that so? Should I tell Sejin on you?” he teased, hands holding onto the chains of your hanging seat.

“You can if you want to, but I’m his favorite.” 

Besides, you didn’t really steal the purple YET TO COME merch hoodie, you had every intention of paying for it. But all of the staff members knew you, and apparently you had a free pass to all things merch, so they let you take whatever you wanted. And what you wanted was another hoodie for your collection.

It was very chilly that afternoon, and the stadium was so open and wide that you couldn’t help but want the extra warmth. 

Doyun really had done a tremendous job with the stage and HYBE didn’t spare any savings to make it their best concert yet. You hadn’t been ARMY for very long, as your playmate job didn’t allow you to be a kpop fan in the past, but you knew enough about the Bangtan universe by now to recognize all of the easter eggs scattered around the stage. 

Like the angel statue from Blood Sweat & Tears, the cargo cart from RUN, the schoolbus from No More Dream, the train and the You Never Walk Alone carousel you were sitting on, both from Spring Day. It would be an emotional night for ARMY and they didn’t even know anything about the enlistment yet. 

“I don’t blame hyung-nim.” Jimin shrugged, leaning down towards you as you looked up at him. “You’re my favorite too.” 

“Is that so? Should I tell Tae on you?” 

You didn't think there was a single hair color that would ever look bad on Jimin. You were really liking the auburn red color he had on right now, as his hair framed his face, a little messy the more he leaned down and down again, until his nose bumped yours. 

You smiled and pushed your lips against his, capturing the bottom one between your teeth. You felt Jimin’s smirk, which pulled his lip back. Instead of standing up from what couldn't be a comfortable position, Jimin leaned all the more to properly catch your lips. He kissed you softly until it became sloppy. It was always easy to forget about your surroundings when you were with him, even more so when he kissed you like that.

All full of tongue and teeth and plush lips moving against yours in a synchronized dance. One of his hands left the chain and held the base of your neck, making you sigh as he slightly pulled away. 

"Tell me what?" Tae's voice was ringing in your ear as you and Jimin never broke eye contact. 

"Tell you that she misses you." Jimin answered for you, finally pulling away. 

"Aw, baby." Tae was cooing as he walked to you, standing behind your carousel swing. "I missed you too, but I just went inside to change my mic pack."

“What can I say? I love you too much.” you told him, which wasn’t a lie. 

“Mhm, no such thing as too much love.” Tae smiled, boxy, cute, gorgeous. “Scoot.”

Tae circled the swing, signaling for you to get up. You did, letting him sit on the swing instead. His hands on your hips showed he wanted you to sit on his lap and you warned:

“I don't wanna break the stage prop.” 

Taehyung didn’t care, not having any of it and pulling you to sit over his legs anyway. “That's fine, your buddy can just fix it if we do.”

“My bud- oh my god, all of you.” you groaned, hearing Jimin laugh and Tae holding you with one arm around your body. “You still don't like Doyun, do you?”

“No–” Jimin snorted.

“It's not that we don't like him–”

“We hate his guts–”

You rolled your eyes at the two bickering boys, wrapping an arm around Tae’s shoulders as he started to swing lightly back and forth. 

“He just never missed an opportunity to hit on you. Which, as a guy, I can respect. We did the same.” Taehyung said, pretending nonchalance, shoulders rising and falling. “But as your boyfriend–”

“It's been a year! He has a girlfriend now!” you groaned, looking between the two of them, gaze ending on Jimin: “And I really didn't think you of all people would be so jealous.” 

“You call it jealous, I call it taking care of what's rightfully mine.” Jimin’s chin jutted out. He was proud of himself. 

“I call it jealous too.” Taehyung’s second arm wrapped around you too, chin resting on your shoulder. 

“Nothing ever happened with Doyun and nothing ever will.” you let out a small huff, body fighting your brain, begging you to relax into Tae’s hold. “And he did make his intentions clear to me way before any of you ever did.”

“Now hang on a minute, what's that supposed to mean–” Jimin had both hands on his hips as he stared at you with slightly raised eyebrows. 

“It means that if i wanted him, I would have been fucking him way before either of us ever kissed. He's good looking enough.” you lectured in a heartbeat.

Jimin let out an offended gasp, lips parting in a shocked pout. Taehyung squirmed behind you, hold loosening so you could turn slightly towards him. 

“I wanted to be fucking you way before we even kissed! But we had a pact!” Tae argued and you frowned. 

“Ohhh, the pact. Good times.” Jimin nodded as he looked into the distance, as if remembering the past. 

“What pact?!” you stared in between the two of them; confused was an understatement. 

“You don't know about the pact?” Tae asked behind you, dropping a small kiss on your shoulder. 

“Do I look like I know about the pact?” you noted, still gazing from one man to the other. 

“When you started working for us, and we were bickering for your attention... We made a pact.” Taehyung started to explain. 

“Was it Joon hyung's idea? It sounds like his idea.” Jimin pondered, as if he didn’t remember all of the details. 

“–to make sure things ran smoothly, we decided that none of us would actually make any serious advances on you. We were all trying to keep it platonic.” Tae carried on. “Just so there would be no competition between us, and so there wasn't a risk that you'd pick one of us to work for, so we could continue sharing you.”

“What changed then?” you wanted to know, trying to the math in your head, remember when they stopped acting platonic and began to make advances on you. 

The hard thing about that was not thinking there was ever a day there wasn’t some kind of tension between you and each of the seven. 

“Jungkookie.” Jimin said with a small sigh. 

“What?” 

“Well, technically, I walked in on the two of you cuddling on the couch of your apartment, when you were watching a movie.” Tae admitted and you stared at him with a deep frown. 

Again, you had to search your brain for the specific thing he was talking about. You and Jungkook cuddled on the couch all the time, but, according to Tae, that must’ve happened pretty early on in your playmate/client relationship. And then it hit you. 

“That first day he brought Bam over to the playmate apartment?!” you asked and Tae nodded. “I didn't see you there.”

“Yeah, but I saw you. Jungkookie was kissing your neck, spooning you from behind. You were letting out the pretty little noises you make.” Taehyung spoke the last part directly onto your neck, the baritone and this warm breath giving you shivers. 

“Safe to say we were hella surprised the maknae would be the one to make the first move.” Jimin snorted, still standing but leaning his ass against the swing in front of yours. 

“Kook didn’t make a move, I was the one who suggested laying down.” you told them, remembering the day clearly now. Not to mention your protectiveness when it came to the boy. “And I don’t think he was consciously advancing on me.”

“Either way, Tae told the group chat.” Jimin shrugged. 

“The damn group chat!” you squinted at the older man, knowing you were a recurring subject on their Bangtan-Only message chat.

“And... I might have been the one to say fuck it to the pact.” Jimin continued, but his proud little smile told you he wasn’t sorry about it. 

“Still, it took you guys... what, a month before we kissed?”

“It’s called a slow burn, pup.” Tae added, nose and lips still dragging on the side of your neck. 

Jimin giggled, studying your reactions to his best friend’s advances, eyeing the way his lips kissed your skin. “We also didn’t want to just kiss you and that would be it. We had a very meticulous plan to make you fall for us.”

“As if it was hard.” you snorted. Falling for them was as easy as breathing. 

“I always knew you'd be ours.” Tae spoke so softly you didn’t even think Jimin heard you. His arms squeezed you just a little tighter and you smiled. 

“You really did, didn't you?”

“From that first interview.” he nodded and lifted his head to face you. “You have no idea how much I fought to make you my playmate.”

“I heard about that.” you were still smiling as your hand slipped into his soft, dark hair. 

“And even after you walked out, who thought there was something wrong?” Tae asked, and it wasn’t a rhetorical question. 

“You did.” you said, kissing his cheek. 

“Who went after you to get you back?”

“You did.” you repeated, kissing the tip of his nose. 

Taehyung blushed slightly and you heard Jimin snicker behind you. 

“Your point being?!” the older man sassed. 

“My point is I should be her favorite too.” Tae said, but his eyes didn’t leave you even if his reply was aimed at his member. 

“Mhm, maybe you should.” you cupped his cheek, pulling his face closer to yours. 

You always loved the second before kissing Taehyung. The half lidded look from his pretty eyes before they closed shut all the way. You loved how gently, but determinedly, his lips pressed against yours. You were the first to move your lips against his, a subtle action that made him part his own so his tongue could slip into your mouth. 

Your fingers tangled in his hair a little harder, pulling on the locks as his head tilted to the side and he deepened the kiss. You both sighed almost in sync, brushing your tongues together slowly. 

Reluctantly, you pulled away and said:

“Too bad I'm ot7 biased.”

Tae’s lips moved as if he was about to say something, but a fourth voice cut him off: “There you are.”

“Of course it’s you.” Jimin grumbled as Doyung rushed up one of the many stairs that led to the stage. 

“You're being called in the waiting room.” the staff said, looking at the members. “Hoseok-ssi wants to go through the setlist for tonight.”

Both of your boyfriends groaned, especially Taehyung, who was forced to let go of you. Doyun pulled his intercom device out of his pocket and said something along the lines of ‘found them, bringing them in right now’, before pointing in the direction of the center stage. 

The three of you followed the path they knew well, with Doyun falling behind. Jimin and Taehyung walked ahead of you, the youngest one asking something about a specific part of a choreography, as you walked into the backstage area. There were stairs, turns and hallways, but everything was familiar to you. 

From the staff working the soundbooth, to the wardrobe unnies running from one side to the next, and even the caterer giving out orders for the time meals should be served to the artists. 

You started walking a little slower as your boyfriends got lost in their own little world, falling into step with Doyun. 

“Hey, buddy.” you said, linking your arm through his. 

“Buddy– Ynie, maybe you shouldn't hold my arm like that.” the man said, looking around. 

“So now you're scared of them?! Took you long enough.” you joked, but didn’t let go of his arm. 

Doyun playfully rolled his eyes and bent his arm to make it more comfortable for you to hold it. Your relationship with the man was a little rocky for a while in the beginning, but you were glad to call him a friend now. 

“No, not your men.” the man said with a shake of his head. “Bang PD.”

“What? Why?”

“You didn't hear? He... kinda asked everyone to look after you.” Doyun said, looking at you as he guided the way to go after Tae and Jimin got out of sight.

“Huh?” you were frowning, never having heard anything like that before. 

“PD-nim has a lot of plans for you, apparently. Word on the grapevine is you're HYBE’s queen.” 

You didn’t know if you should cringe, be flattered or worry about what was being said about you among the staff. 

“Not in a bad way…” he continued, noticing your silence. “Just, since BTS are enlisting soon, Bang wants to invest in you. Y’know, he's losing a gold mine, so he's looking to build another one.”

“Oh my god.”

“He plans on being very hands on with your show.” Doyun said and you bit your lip to stop a gasp. “You sound surprised.”

“That’s because apparently I'm the last one to learn about everything.”

Doyun parted from you at the door of the artists’ lounge. While he was allowed to go inside, he told you he had to go around and make sure everything was ready for tonight; make sure everyone knew their cues, all of the special props and effects were ready to go and run through his personal list of everything that could go wrong. 

Being one step ahead and all of that. 

When you walked behind the partition curtain, all of your boyfriends were inside the room already; as well as a couple staff. All members are wearing different clothes from when you saw them last, in all kinds of leather, black and chains. Jimin and Taehyung were in a corner changing their clothes too, so you guessed they were getting ready to do their dress rehearsal. 

Yoongi was sharing a couch with Jungkook, but he was curled up in a lying position as the maknae took up a small portion of the seat. Namjoon and Seokjin were sharing another couch, both sitting, which gave them plenty of room to manspread. Hoseok was standing with Sung-deuk, too focused on the paper in his hands to even notice your presence. 

Whatever they were about to do wouldn’t start until Jimin and Tae were ready, so you didn’t feel the need to sit in a corner and stay out of the way just yet. 

“Who put in the new deposit for the construction?” Namjoon asked the group, with a couple lines between his brows, staring intently at his phone. 

Most likely noticing how the number on the bank account designated for the construction of your house was a little larger than before. 

“I did.” you said and heads turned your way. 

Yoongi looked like he wanted to say something, but thought better about it and gave up. Jungkook pouted, looking at his other hyungs as he waited for direction on how to react. 

“Baby, you don't have to.” Namjoon told you, which was something you already expected. 

Out of the seven, you knew Namjoon would be the first one to argue about this, to complain about you making a deposit to help with the expenses of the building of the house. But luckily you knew how to deal with him. He looked really good in his all black outfit and the heavy chains around his neck. You marched to him and instead of sitting on the couch between him and Jin, you threw a leg over his and straddled his lap. 

Any other sounds in the room died before they were even out. 

Namjoon held you by the hips, not caring about the curious stares from the staff, not even minding his members. Your hands rested on his chest as you said:

“Excuse me, yes I do.”

“You know we got you.” he insisted.

“I know you got an alpha complex and that you want to provide for me and as much as that does make me hot for you in a primal way... I got myself too.” you continued and Seokjin let out a small chuckle on your right. 

“You think that's hot–” Joon arched an eyebrow, fingers pressing on your hips a little harder. 

“I want to be part of it.” you stated, fiddling with the chains around his neck, feeling its weight on your fingertips. 

“You are. If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn't be living together again, not like this.” Namjoon countered, but that wasn’t enough for you. 

“That's not what I mean. If I let you pay for everything, the land, the construction, the furniture, the bills... It's gonna make me feel like a guest.” you told him with a tiny purse of your lips. “I don't want to feel like a guest that is staying at your house.” 

“Oh, I didn't think about it like that.” Namjoon reached to smooth the lines on your forehead and pull down your bottom lip with his thumb, which made you smile.

“I know. And I know you mean well. I might not make as much money as all of you and I would never be able to afford all of this on my own…” you pondered. It wasn’t news to any of you that you would never make as much money as Bangtan, no matter how much Bang PD-nim wanted to invest in you. But you could help. “I'm working. I can pay for my share.”

Your boyfriend thought about it for a little while, shoulders relaxing, showing he agreed with you. And then he said: “That sounds good, baby. We appreciate you helping out.” 

“Thank you.”

Namjoon smiled softly, dimples on his cheeks, large hands still on your hips, you still on his lap. Jimin and Tae were already coming back to the couch area, as well as Hoseok with a stack of papers to go through their speeches, ending-ments and set list. You’d have to leave them alone at any minute now. But first–

You held Namjoon by hooking your fingers on his chains and leaned down as he leaned forward. His plush lips were on yours and his hands slipped to your back. Unlike Tae a while ago, Joon took control from the moment your lips were pressed together. Moved by the urgency of the professional setting you were in, he pressed you harder against him and you could feel him even while soft, just to make you gasp. 

As your lips parted, he slipped his tongue past them, clashing with yours in a mind numbing kiss that took your breath away. He grunted into your mouth as the hold on his chains got too hard, retaliating by biting your bottom lip. 

“Baby, be a good pet and let us finish this.” Hoseok’s voice made you pull away from Namjoon’s lips. “We’ll give you all the making out you want after the concert is done.” 

“You promise?” you looked at the man over your shoulder, finding serious eyes, professional mode, dance leader Hobi. 

His only reply was the arching of his brows and it was enough to have you scrambling off Namjoon’s lap and scurrying to the sidelines. As you passed the second couch, you heard Jungkook asking Yoongi:

“How does hyung do that?” 

Being in a room full of Bangtan’s parents should be a nerve wracking thing. 

Seven fathers and seven mothers inside a VIP room at the concert venue should make you more nervous and anxious than you were. Parents who not only knew you were dating their son, but also their son’s best friends. 

But they felt so much like family to you at this point that you were happy to see them again, to catch up, spend time with them. 

Seokjin’s parents had been kind enough to not ask about the lack of a ring on your finger, but showed you pictures of baby Sun and told you about all of the new things he was learning. Mrs. Kim invited you over for lunch whenever you wanted to come over, extending the offer even after Jin went off to serve. 

The Min’s were nice as always, telling you about their move to Seoul at the start of next year; Mr. Min had heard about the new house being built and told you all about herringbone, molding, and the best types of polished tiles, while Mrs. Min reminisced about your road trip two months ago. 

Hoseok’s parents were as sweet as him, even if they were a bit on the quieter side. Always thanking you for making their son happy; much like Jiwoo had done when she first met you, the Jungs commented on Hobi’s past relationship and how he seemed like a completely different person now. In the best way.  

Namjoon’s mom and dad held you in conversation for a good twenty minutes and you could always tell where your boyfriend got his big brains from. Mama Moon apologized in person for the mishap from when you two first met –when you found out Joon had lied about your previous job–, but you assured her it was all in the past now and you made Namjoon work for your forgiveness. 

The Parks were very excited about Christmas time, sharing with you all of the dishes they were planning on cooking for when you came over. Jimin’s mom promised to teach you to cook her seaweed soup then, so you could make it and bring it to her son whenever you visited him on his assigned military base. 

Taehyung’s parents were looking forward to the concert tonight, asking if you knew any details you could share. It always took you by surprise how alike Tae was to his dad, from his facial features to his fashion style. They could share a closet for all you knew. 

It was always nice to see the Jeons, even after spending half of the day with Jungkook’s mother the day before, you would still talk with her for hours if you could. Your boyfriend’s adventurous side definitely came from her while his quieter and introverted personality traits came from his dad. 

As you finished making your rounds greeting all of them, they started mingling with each other, eating the food from the VIP catering and waiting for the concert to start. You couldn’t eat anything, more anxious with each click of the clock that brought you closer and closer to show time. You weren’t even going on stage and your stomach was flipping. 

The hardest part about tonight was knowing that this would be the last concert before they went off to the military, the last time ARMY would see them together for at least two whole years. The last time you would see them singing and dancing together too. And it fucking hurt. 

But you were still damn proud of each one of them and you were looking forward to the future. 

You had no other choice. 

“It’s a pretty sight to look at, isn’t it?” Taehyung's eomma was standing next to you as you looked out into the stadium through the glass wall of the VIP box. 

You had no idea how long she was there for, but you smiled as if she hadn’t just startled you. And you agreed with her statement. The Asiad was filled with at least 50.000 fans, from all over the world. ARMY Bombs were already lit and waving as people excitedly awaited the start of the show. 

“I really like looking at all the lights.” you nodded, turning to her with a heavy heart and honest smile. 

“You’ll see them again, you know? We all will.” she told you with an expression as pained as you felt. 

You didn’t think she was only talking about the lights and ARMY Bombs. 

You let go of a shuddered breath: “I know.”

“How are you holding up?” the woman asked, and you knew that if she was anything like Tae, she’d see right through a lie. 

So you went with honesty: “I’m terrified.” 

“I can understand that.” 

“I’m so scared but I can’t let it show, I wouldn’t do that to them.” you continued, willing your eyes to remain dry. 

“Two years go by very fast, you’ll see.” what you did see was how she was holding back her own tears. “It’s hard for me, too, and Taetae is away most of the year anyways… I can’t imagine what it must be like for you.” 

“Like you said, we’ll see them again.” was all you mustered to reply. 

If you started to get in your feelings right now, you wouldn’t make it halfway through the concert and you were planning on doing your very best to enjoy it. Luckily you didn’t have to search for an excuse to walk away, as it showed up on its own in the form of a tall man with wide shoulders. 

“Excuse me, may I steal her away?” Jin’s hand was on the lower part of your back as he bowed to Tae’s mother. 

“Yes, yes, of course. Good luck tonight, Jinnie. Please pass it around to the others too.” 

“I will, thank you.” Jin bowed to the short woman, turning to you. “Let’s go, sweetheart?” 

You let Seokjin link his fingers through yours, let him lead you out of the VIP room and out on the hallway. You had asked your lovers to let you know when it was closer to them getting on stage, so you could send them off properly and you planned on watching from the front of the stage. But you guessed they would text you, send a staff out. 

Not Seokjin with a full face of perfect makeup, his concert clothes, mic pack and earpiece already stuck to his clothes. 

But you were damn well happy it was him, because after the short conversation with Tae’s mother you had to–

“Come here.” 

You stopped in the middle of the hallway, holding Jin’s hand so he could do the same. Your boyfriend had a question on the tip of his tongue, but you didn’t give him time to say anything else as you bumped into him, chest against chest and arms hugging him by the neck. 

You didn’t care about his lipstick being ruined, all you cared about was pouring a small sample of your love on him with a kiss. 

Jin reacted instantly, not even phased, both hands on your back to keep you close as his lips dictated the pace of the kiss. It was easy to submit, to let him lead, to stop thinking for at least a couple moments. You let yourself focus on the plushness of his lips, on the swirl of his tongue against yours, on his heavy breath that warmed up your face. 

You could hear faint noises, a buzz, too close but too far away at the same time. With an annoyed grunt, Jin pulled away from you. You were confused as he pointed to his earpiece. 

“We really need to go.” he told you and you nodded. “But I really needed that, thank you.” 

“Anytime, oppa.” you grinned, feeling a little lighter. “Okay, let’s go.”

Jin blinked a couple of times and shook his head, forcing his feet to move, hand holding yours again as he walked down the hallway with a new speed to his step. You were wearing strappy heels and your skirt was slightly too short for a jog, but you kept up with him as best as you could. 

You took the elevator down to the lowest level, where a golf cart vehicle was waiting for the two of you to bring the idol to the back of the stage. The driver took you through secret hallways and hidden gates, so no one attending the concert would even see either of you. 

The backstage area was buzzing when you finally arrived; everything was dark and lit up by flashlights or strategic spotlights so there were no accidents, but without dragging too much attention or disrupting the concert experience for the audience. 

You could hear BTS' music videos being shown on the big screen and ARMY were singing together as a warmup. 

Jin took you back to their waiting room, kissing your lips one last time before rushing off to Heejin to ask her to fix his makeup and hair. Taehyung was singing key parts of Permission To Dance as a vocal warmup, Jimin was doing stretches, Namjoon was jumping and jogging in place to get his adrenaline pumping, Hoseok was practicing a move from RUN BTS, Yoongi was having his hair touched up one last time. 

The only one missing was–

“Has anyone seen Jungkook?” a staff with a headset had just finished a headcount and noticed one of them was missing. 

Everyone looked at you, including Jin, as if you had anything to do with the maknae’s disappearance. You raised your hands in the air, not having seen Kook for at least two hours at this point. 

Staff started to look everywhere for him and you decided to help. Your biggest worry was Jungkook having a breakdown and hiding away, having a panic attack or something of the sorts. He was obviously the most affected about the military decisions –or at least the one to show it the most–, so you feared the weight of tonight could be getting the best of him. 

You tried calling him, but at this point in the night none of the seven should have their phones on them, in case they brought it out on stage by mistake, so it was pointless. You were walking through the hallway closest to the stairs that led up the stage, trying not to trip on your own feet as you searched for any signs of your youngest boyfriend. 

That was when a hand covered your mouth and an arm circled your waist. 

You squealed as you were pulled inside a small bathroom, but the noise of the crowd and the music were too high for anyone to hear you. 

“It’s me, tokki, it’s just me!” Jungkook could hear your screams very well, turning you around to face him while he waved his hands in front of you to stop your yelling. 

“Have you lost your mind?!” you gasped, hitting his hard chest with weak fists. “Everyone is looking for you, you got ten minutes until you’re supposed to go on–”

Jungkook’s lips crashed into yours, just as his body did the same, pressing you against the sink counter behind you. You melted ridiculously fast, all of your nerves and worries turning into lust and want. The feeling of Jungkook’s lip ring dragging against yours made you groan, fingers slipping into his messy and slightly wavy hair. 

His hands were on your sides, slipping to your ass, groping you without a single care in the world. You moaned against his mouth, lips parted as you panted and he licked all over your mouth. 

The heavy banging on the door and the calls of Jungkook’s made you pull away from him, but he placed his pointer finger over his lips so you’d stay quiet. 

“You have to go, bun.” you whisper shouted, voice airy. 

“I am, just–” his hand was on the back of your neck as he pulled you in for another kiss, just to suck your bottom lip into his mouth. “–for tradition.” 

“Lucky for you your shirt doesn’t have any buttons for me to pop this time.” you giggled and he smirked. “Although I think ARMY will be disappointed.” 

“That’s only for your eyes now, baby.” he said with the press of his fingers to the nape of your neck. 

“Good. Now go! I’ll be there watching you.” you rushed him, reaching for the door. “Think of me when you’re hip thrusting.”

You pulled the door to force Jungkook out of the bathroom, but maybe you should have been a little more careful, maybe you should have left first, one of you at a time. Because of course the universe would do this to you. Of course the other six members were right outside as you opened the door. 

“I’m not even surprised at this point.” Jimin was giggling.

Namjoon was about to lose his mind, Hoseok looked stressed, Yoongi was pissed. 

Taehyung pulled Jungkook by his jacket so he’d get out of the way and smacked a kiss on your lips, so fast it startled you. Then, one by one, the others did the same thing. You were breathless by the time the last of your boyfriends stole a good luck kiss, all seven of them rushing to the stage after that, right when the lights went off, with seconds to spare. 

There were so many emotions going through you at that very moment, you felt like the explosions and the fireworks were inside your veins. Your every nerve ending was lit on fire. You wanted to cry, you wanted to laugh, you wanted to scream. You were filled with so much love. 

“Come on, don’t you wanna watch it from the front?” Doyun was waving at you so he could bring you to the pit, just like he always did during the PTD concerts. 

“Have you seen them?” you were asking a staff member as you made your way back inside the empty venue. 

“Sorry, Yn-ssi.” she shook her head, pulling a facemask up to her nose. “Maybe they forgot something in the waiting room?”

“I’ll check, thank you.” 

You bowed to the woman and wished her a good rest of the night. 

Normally, Bangtan would be the first ones to leave the stadium after a concert, before the fireworks were even over. Just so they could get on the road before the thousands of fans started filtering out, which would undoubtedly cause a ruckus and create traffic on the surrounding streets and blocks. 

But not today. 

Maybe it was because their parents were there, which was a very rare feature in and of itself. Maybe they were feeling nostalgic, knowing this would be their last stage for a while and that made them stay around a while longer. It could even be because of all of the officials and government people who also watched the concert, and wanted to congratulate them afterwards. 

But all of the important government people had already left a while ago and you had just said goodbye to Jimin’s parents –the last ones to go–, waiting for their car to take them home. You could’ve sworn your seven boyfriends were right behind you, but you were too distracted in conversation with Mr. Park that you didn’t notice them walking away. 

You doubted they would go back to the hotel without you, you had seen in the cars’ schedule you were supposed to ride with Joon. You had been looking for them everywhere backstage, but no signs of them whatsoever. Calling them also didn’t work, as no one was answering your messages or picking up your calls. 

Checking the artists’ lounge was your next step, but as you passed an entrance that would lead to the floor seats of the stadium, you noticed a few lights on the main stage were still on and seven small figures were on top of it. 

To say you were relieved to know they were alright was an understatement. 

Guessing they needed some time for themselves, to let all of the feelings of tonight sink in, enjoy a moment as a group, you were about to turn away and wait for them near the reception of the venue. But a breathless Doyun running toward you stopped you in your tracks. 

“They are waiting for you.” he told you, leaning forward with his hands resting on his knees. “I’ve been– looking for you– Just go up there.” 

“Are you okay?” you giggled, wanting to make sure your friend was alright. 

“Yeah, yeah, just– you can go.” 

“Alright, but maybe drink some water.” you insisted. “You did a great job tonight, the concert was perfect.”

You had already gushed to your friend about all of the special effects, water and fire explosions, the fireworks and purple papers that made the concert much more special. You had also praised your seven boyfriends for their hard work. 

The Yet To Come in Busan concert would be one for the history books. Over fifty million people all over the world watched the concert online, simultaneously, which had to break some kind of record. The seven of them were energized from start to finish, feeling themselves, dancing, sweating, singing their hearts out with so much emotion you cried a few times. 

“Where the hell is she?!” you heard Hoseok asking as you were close enough and within earshot. 

“I told you we shouldn’t have trusted Doyun with this.” Jimin grumbles, making you laugh. 

And it was your laugh that alerted the seven about your presence, making them all turn to the sound. 

The venue seemed a lot bigger now, but it still felt alive. There were no more screams, no more singing, most of the staff team had already left. But the floor was still covered in purple papers, there were abandoned posters saying ‘ARMY and BTS = FOREVER’, ‘we came all the way from Peru’, and ‘I broke up with my boyfriend to come here single’ here and there, a Tata headband left behind and so much more. 

You had to push a couple iron gates out of the way, the divisors of the designated areas that people had tickers for, but you made it to the stage rather quickly. Your feet were hurting from being in heels all night, so you winced while running up the stairs, but at least you looked pretty. 

“I thought you left without me.” you said as you walked all the way to where the seven were in the middle of the stage; already in their regular clothes, clean faces and messy long hairs. 

“We would never.” Joon crooned, hands in his pockets as he smiled with dimples. 

“What are you doing up here?” you asked, looking around yourselves. You could see the appeal, the venue was pretty even at night and empty. 

“Hard to leave. And we didn't get to enjoy all of this while we were up here.” Joon continued with a small chuckle. “Everything passes like a flash sometimes.”

Jimin seemed to agree as he giggled. “I don't remember half of the concert.” 

“Well, Tae was feeling himself during RUN BTS, Joon was cursing in english, rap line said fuck you to the haters in front of government officials–” you recounted a few of the highlights you had at the top of your mind. 

“That felt really good.” Hoseok had taken off the blonde clip-ons from his hair a while ago, laughing at the memory of being on stage. 

“It was really hot.” you agreed. 

The seven of them were a little quieter than you had ever seen them after a concert. While adrenaline was still pumping hard, their small twitches and moves were evidence of it, they weren’t talking over each other, weren’t fighting for your attention, none of them was all over you yet. 

“Thank you for being here tonight, tokki.” Jungkook broke the silence and the staring match the boys were having. 

“I told you I wouldn't miss it.” you smiled softly, holding the urge to run to him. 

Or to Hoseok, who was closest to you. Jimin looked particularly sweet as well. And then again, Yoongi’s hair was just marvelous. You were kind of in the middle already, while they formed a half circle around you, it wouldn’t take much for them to engulf you in a Bangtan pile. 

“Did you hear our ending ments?” Joon asked you, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“Of course I did. You spoke really well.” you turned to him, noticing your boyfriends taking a step closer to you. Namjoon wasn’t as honest tonight as he probably wished he could have been; but he asked ARMY to trust them, no matter what was coming. “I know you're worried about the enlistment news coming out in a couple of days, that you're scared ARMY won’t be here anymore when you're all back together. But they will. I can assure you they will.” 

“Will you?” Seokjin was directly in front of you, in between Joon and Yoongi.

“Do you really have to ask?” was your answer. 

“We just wanna make sure.” Yoongi shrugged with a small smile and the rubbing of the tip of his nose. 

You could recognize the tiny nervous tick, which lit up metaphorical red lights over your head. But you didn’t have time to overanalyze it as Jin took one more step in your direction, taking a small box out of his pocket. 

“What's that–” your voice trembled. You didn’t know what to make of it, but it was a ring box. 

“Us making sure.” Jimin half explained. 

Jin didn’t take more than a second to open the box and show you the engagement ring that was already yours, the one he had given you a really long time ago, the one you always wore. The ring that matched your couple’s ring perfectly. 

You weren’t sure if you were relieved or disappointed. 

“I thought I had left it–” you looked at Hoseok, who was standing next to Yoongi, and he simply winked in your direction. He knew you were looking for this ring this morning and didn’t say anything. “Why do you have it?”

“Look inside.” Namjoon said softly. 

Jin let you take the ring out of the box and as soon as it was off the small cushion holding it upright you could tell there was something engraved on the inside of the band of the ring. Initials. Eight sets of them, for all of you. 

“What is that for?” you asked in nothing but a whisper. You needed them to be a little more clear. 

“Another promise of a future.” Taehyung said, his serious, deep baritone voice making shivers break on your skin. 

“When we go... we want to know you'll be here.” Jin said, and you knew he meant the military, that part was obvious enough. 

“We want you forever.” Junkook said and that was clarification enough, but your mind still didn’t want to wrap itself around what was going on. 

“And building a house together isn't enough?” you giggled, pink cheeks, a racing heart, still holding onto the ring with both hands, scared you might drop it. 

“Nah, we wanna marry you.” Yoongi was blunt as always. 

You gasped, looking at him, whose lips were pulled up in one corner. 

“See, even when we do have a speech prepared, it doesn't work–” Jimin spoke in pout, bickering with Yoongi’s talent to drop the news on you whenever they tried to do something like this. 

“What is happening–” your eyes were wide, palms sweating, air barely making it inside your lungs. 

“Are we still getting on our knees?” Hoseok scratched the back of his neck. 

“Weren't the Fireworks supposed to be going off–” Taehyung looked behind them, up to the sky. 

“For fucks sake–” Namjoon cursed under his breath. 

Seokjin rolled his eyes and told you: “You might wanna give us an answer, sweetheart, or we could be here all night–”

“I don't remember you asking anything–” was the first thing that came to mind. 

“Marry–”

“Will–”

“Do you–”

“Yoongi, marry me–” Taehyung said and all heads turned his way. “What?! It's catchy!”

“Not now!” Namjoon bickered with a clenched jaw.  

“Oh, dear god, yes, now stop this suffering.” you waved a hand in the air and all seven of them shut up at once. 

This was exactly like them. It felt so familiar you could cry, the chaos, the bickering, the laughs. But you didn’t need speeches, didn’t need fireworks, didn’t need them getting on their knees. A promise was enough. 

A promise that they would come back to you, no matter what. A promise that, no matter how complicated things got, no matter how many of you were in this relationship, how unique it was, how uncertain your future was, you’d make it work. 

The only thing that mattered was that you fell into their lives and yours was flipped upside down in every single way possible. You weren’t the same person you were when you met them over a year ago, you didn’t think either of them were the same either, but that was okay. 

You loved the seven of them, equally, inexplicably, irrationally, unconditionally. And because of whatever glitch in the universe that allowed this to happen, they loved you just as much. 

Little did you know they were your future.

T H E E N D

Here we are. It’s finally time for my ending ment. 

It feels like just last week I started posting this story; when in fact, it’s been over ten months. That’s longer than a human takes to be made! And this story does feel like a child to me and it will always be my baby. 

I feel like so much has changed since I started working on this story, since I started posting it. I’m a completely different person now, it seems, and I’m in such a better place than I was when I first started to write ldyk. I will always be so very thankful for everything this story did for me, for all of the friends that it gave me. 

I’m so so so fucking thankful to all of you who made it through with me and finally reached the finale! I know it was a lot, with many ups and downs and twists and cliffhangers. I’ll never forget this journey and how we laughed together, cried together, loved together. 

I think that LDYK comes out as a way to love the boys, wanting to feel closer to them, be a part of their lives in a way. It was about sharing these feelings, concerns and excitements as ARMY. Our hopes for the future and for the boys’ happiness, no matter what it looks like. 

In more than one way, this feels very bittersweet to me. I’m happy with the result and how this story ended, and as an author I love this work. I spent so many months working on this piece, dedicating myself to it so that you could all enjoy what’s inside my brain, too. So we could all have a safe space to run to when life got too hard. So I am happy to have seen it through and that you all made it here with me. 

But it also makes me sad because I never connected with so many of you like I have through this story, and I know I’ll miss you all. It will definitely feel weird not to see Baby and the boys every week anymore, it will be weird to tell you other stories that aren’t about these characters. 

But, hey, I don’t think I could ever really walk away from LDYK, so we’ll meet again in future drabbles. We all want to see Baby pregnant and the boys being dads, right? I’m already working on them! So at least we have that to look forward to. 

As for what’s coming next… It’s a lot. I have a lot of stories in store for you guys, and I hope you’ll stick around to read them all. 

 Let this story be here for you whenever you need it again. And if you made it here, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. 💜

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“They were giving you a future to hold on to, so the present was more bearable.”

living for the hope of it all 🥺 so cute so angsty and her feelings are so real !!! 😭

Little do You Know | OT7 | One Hundred and Fourteen

Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader 

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au. 

Chapter warnings: I’m sorry… panic attack, tears, crying, but it ends well. Military talk. 

WC: 5.7k

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There was something going on today, but you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was yet, but you knew. You could feel it in the air and sense on your boyfriends’ behavior that something was up. Never one to push it, you hadn’t asked them, point blank, knowing they would tell you when they were ready. 

It’s been four days since The Fact Music Awards, and you knew Namjoon’s speech was still very much being talked about. People weren’t even suspecting your relationship with the boys by now, only waiting for the official HYBE notice to drop on Weverse. You didn’t think it was actually coming, but maybe that was the reason the boys were so jittery and unfocused. 

The Busan concert was also only three days away and you were all supposed to travel to the coastal city tomorrow, right on Jimin’s birthday; the pressure and the meaning of this concert could also be the reason for their nerves and sour moods. A lot of people, government officials, were expecting great things to come from it. 

The matter of fact was, as you were all in their dance room, practicing another run of the concert, the boys weren’t being themselves. 

Taehyung wasn’t being his weirdo self to make his members laugh, Yoongi wasn’t complaining about the level of difficulty of the new choreo for RUN BTS, Jungkook wasn’t clinging to his hyungs, Hoseok was letting mistakes pass. 

And you weren’t the only one to notice the changes either, as Sung-deuk sat next to you on the floor, by the mirror wall, to ask:

“Do you know what’s up with them?” the choreographer asked as they were taking a five minute break, but there was no noise, no chaos. 

“No idea. Maybe nerves about the concert?” you told him in a whisper. 

“Maybe.” it was a half-hearted agreement. 

“We’re not really getting anywhere today, guys. If you want to take the rest of the day off, you can–”

“No, hyung, please.” Jimin pleaded with the older man, eyes almost pained. “We need this. Can we go through RUN again? Starting with Mic Drop and going straight to it?” 

“Are you sure?” the choreographer was checking as he got up from the floor. “We really don’t have to, you guys have time.” 

“We are.” Seokjin was the one answering and that was surprising all over again. 

Your oldest boyfriend never tired from complaining about his ‘old body’ and how the ‘choreographies should be getting easier, not harder’. To be one of those that jumped into it so fast could only mean that he was welcoming the distraction. 

The distraction from whatever was clouding his mind. 

The choreographer agreed after they all did the same and a staff member picked the right songs to start playing. Mic Drop would be the concert opener, moving straight to RUN BTS. The latter was one of your favorite songs, you knew it was an ARMY favorite as well. The new choreography and live performance would be a surprise for their fans, a way for the concert to start with an unforgettable bang. 

As they focused and danced with everything they had, sweating and losing their breaths, you watched them carefully. As they gave their all, as if it was show time, you could almost forget the little voice in the back of your mind nagging you that there was something wrong. You could almost believe that everything was fine. 

Until the last chords of RUN BTS, when Jungkook broke down. 

You saw the moment his eyes found yours and they filled with tears. Your heart broke as he turned his back on you, on his brothers, on all the confused staff members, and walked off the studio so fast all you heard was the squeaking of his shoes. 

“Kookie–” you called, getting on your feet to follow after him. 

“Baby–” Namjoon called for you, but he was too far and you were too fast when following after your boyfriend. 

When you reached the hallway, you were quick enough to see Jungkook’s silhouette turning the corner and locking himself inside the bathroom. You didn’t give a fuck it was the male’s restroom, you pushed the door open and went after him. 

Jungkook locked himself inside a stall and you couldn’t open that door, resting your forehead against it as you called: 

“Bun, what’s wrong?” you asked him softly. 

Jungkook didn’t answer you, but you heard him whimper a sob. Your heart was clenching as anxiety made you wonder if he was breaking up with you. If they were all breaking up with you. Maybe the speech from last weekend backfired and Bang PD or whatever CEO was forcing them to break up with you. Maybe ARMY was against the relationship and they had to choose the fans over you. Maybe–

“There you are.” Namjoon was the first to make it into the bathroom after you, being followed by the other five members. The leader placed what was supposed to be a comforting hand on your shoulder as he said: “Jungkookah, come out, please.” 

“No, hyung.” his voice was muffled by his sobs and you were a hiccup away from crawling under the stall. 

“Are you breaking up with me?” you sniffed a sob of your own, no longer able to hold back your tears. 

“Jungkookie, you’re scaring baby.” Taehyung stood in front of the stall, knocking on the door. “You don’t want to hurt her, do you?”

“She’ll be hurt anyway.” was his reply. 

“What’s going on?” you asked in a trembling voice. 

Yoongi took your hand in his, delicately, but full of care and worry. He didn’t utter a single word, but pulled you into his arms to give more space for the other boys to crowd Jungkook’s stall door to try and convince him to come out. 

“Oppa?” you asked Jin in a meek voice, as he was standing next to you and Yoongi. 

“We’ll talk, we’ll explain, I promise.” he said as a hand touched the side of your face, thumb caressing your cheek. “Just, not here. Not in a bathroom.” 

The sound of a lock being flipped had you looking in the direction of the stall. Jungkook was finally coming out, his eyes were puffy, cheeks wet, nose red. He looked for you instantly, pushing away from Jimin and Hoseok –who were trying to hold him– and rushed to you. Yoongi let go of you and Seokjin took a step back so the maknae could cling to you. 

His arms were around your shoulders, pressing you into his chest, hiding his face in your neck. You hugged him just as firmly, hands grabbing to his shirt so hard your nails might actually poke holes on the fabric. 

“Let’s go to our lounge room.” Hoseok was closer to you than you expected as you felt both of his hands squeezing your shoulders. 

It took Tae and Joon to pry Jungkook off of you, cries rocking his body a little less, but tears were very much still there. You didn’t say anything else, letting the men guide you out of the bathroom and down the lengthy hallway and into their resting room. 

Being inside that room was a punch in and of itself, as pictures of the seven men littered the walls. You were terrified you were about to become just a memory too. 

You were guided to the long couch by Yoongi and Seokjin, while Jimin held a weepy Jungkook and Taehyung grabbed a few water bottles from the glass refrigerator. He gave one to Jungkook, who took it with shaky hands, and one for you. You didn’t feel like drinking, as much as your mouth feel dry like sand, your throat was too closed for anything to go in. 

After locking the door, Namjoon and Hoseok grabbed chairs from the nearby table, completing the circle. 

There was silence in the room, except for Jungkook’s small sobs. The air never felt so heavy, you had never seen the seven of them so sad. Not even when you walked out on them so many months ago; there was confusion then, today there was only anguish and something akin to grief. 

“We know you're aware of my military situation. As I'm turning 30, and we all put in a request to postpone our enlistment.” Jin was the one to break the silence. 

“Okay.” was all you could say as you started to realize what this conversation was going to be about. 

“You know how the government is still deciding on whether or not we can get some kind of leave, or more time.” Yoongi was the one to continue, being the second oldest, you guessed whatever was happening must apply to him too.  

Your mind was racing with all of the possibilities that would come out from this, anxiety making your heart race and your throat dry even further. It obviously wasn't good news, as Jungkook didn't stop crying yet. 

“Did they deny it?” you asked in a tiny voice that wouldn’t have been heard if they weren’t so agonizingly quiet. 

“Not quite. We decided we're not waiting for them to decide.” Namjoon said, using his leader voice. You recognized it from when he had to make hard decisions in favor of the group. “We gave them too much power over us. Power to decide our future. We've been allowing them to use us for profit for years, but we haven't been treated with the respect that we deserve. So we're taking that power into our hands and deciding ourselves.”

“What does that mean?” you felt stupid for having to ask, but you needed them to be clear. 

“We're revoking the request.” Jin told you at once, fingers twitching, but never reaching for you. 

“So... that means…”

“We're enlisting, baby. Soon.” Hoseok broke the news when no one else had the courage to. 

You felt a shock wave running through you, your whole skin covered in pins and needles. Instead of racing, your heart rate slowed down, but it felt so much worse than if it had picked up. Your breathing got heavier, there was a twinge in your temple, so hard you got a little dizzy. 

But you forced yourself to get your shit together. 

If not for your own sake, then for Jungkook. For the seven of them. You couldn’t help but think how scary it must be for them; they were the ones having to serve, not you, they were the ones leaving home, not you. You wouldn’t let yourself be selfish, wouldn’t let yourself cry. Not in front of them. 

You swallowed your tears, feeling them burn all the way down, pressing your nails to your palms so you could focus on that pain instead. 

“All of you?” you asked in a semi leveled voice. 

“Yeah. Not all at once, but by the middle of next year, we'll all have started serving.” Jimin said something for the first time, you could see how his own eyes were smaller and redder. 

You didn’t know what to say to that. What could you say to that? Beg them not to go? You wanted to. You really fucking wanted to. But it was the law, it was the way things worked in your country, every able-bodied man had to serve until they turned thirty. And your boyfriends, at least Jin and Yoongi, were already pushing damn close. 

They never had a choice and they knew that, you knew that. No matter how much you wanted them to, the government would never recognize everything they were already doing for their country, all of the billions of dollars they brought in each year, how the seven of them were already serving their country for the past several years. 

BTS started as an underdog group, they fought their way up; their company was on the brink of closing its doors, they struggled so much. They fought through blood, sweat and tears, until they became bulletproof. 

And they were still fighting to this day, they were still putting themselves out there, being a voice to the future generations. And they still weren’t fucking taken seriously, they weren’t given a chance. Those responsible for the decision of whether or not they deserved to be given a military pass, or at least more years before they were forced to enlist, were still toying with them. Using them on a free concert, on advertisements that showcasted the country, on overseas concerts and projects that should paint South Korea in a good light. 

But your lovers had decided it was time to take their power back. To speak for themselves, to decide for themselves. 

Your heart was breaking in a million pieces, but you couldn’t deny their strength. 

“Baby?” Jungkook asked after you were silent for too long, his own voice breaking. 

“I’m so fucking proud of you. All of you. For doing this.” you said and you were never so certain of something as you were of this. 

“We know it’s hard… It was the hardest decision we ever had to make, but it’s the right thing to do.” Namjoon said, staring at his own hands. You knew he hated to let anyone see him cry, you especially. 

“When did you decide?” you asked, masking a sniff as best as you could. 

“We’ve been talking about it more seriously since last week. Before the award show. But we just made the official decision last night.” Yoongi told you, his pinky caressing the back of your hand. 

“You’re the first one we told.” Jin continued. 

“Before the award show? So your speech…” you looked up at Joon and met his gaze. “About not being able to be completely honest right now– I thought that was about me.”

“It was. But not just about you.” he nodded softly. 

“We’re going to announce it after the Busan concert.” Hoseok told you, nose too red to be his normal.

“We want to give the government a big fuck you, prove to them how strong we are, have the whole world watching us.” Taehyung said and he sounded so much like a little rebel that it put a bittersweet smile on your lips. “Then we’ll tell everyone.”

“That’s very powerful, baby bird.” you said and your voice almost broke on the pet name. 

“Thank you for being so supportive, sweetheart.” Jin said, finally touching you, finally reaching a hand to rub your back. 

“Mhmm, of course. You know I’ll always support you.” your words were honest, but your smile was fake. None of them believed it. 

The room was covered in silence again. Jungkook was still crying, but a little less now, clinging to Jimin. Every now and then he would look at Seokjin and squeeze his eyes shut. That’s when Jimin would rub his head, kiss his temple, whisper words you couldn’t hear. 

“Should we tell Sejin, then?” Hoseok, ever practical Hoseok, cracked his neck to try and get rid of some of the tension in his body. “Since we already told baby, we need to move things along so he’s not blindsided so close to the concert.” 

The other boys seemed to agree, all with little grunts and positive noises. You surprised them all as you stood up, hiding your hands in the sleeves of your sweater, feeling the burn of the crescent moons you had dented in your palms from pressing your nails so deep. 

“I can get him for you, I think I saw him.” you said, so they wouldn’t worry. “You probably need a couple of minutes together to regroup.” 

No one denied it. Everyone looked at you. You could sense their hesitation, their fear. Maybe telling you was one thing, but telling management… That would make it all final. But you could barely hold yourself anymore, you needed to leave that suffocating room. 

As no one stopped you, you unlocked the door, got out into the hallway, and closed the door softly behind you. 

You should be proud of yourself for taking two steps away from the door before you crumbled. The sob that shook through you was painful and you muffled it on the sleeve of your sweater. Everything went blurry and you fell on your knees on the floor. You tried to be quiet, you tried not to let any of them hear you. 

You hid your face on your bent knees as you hugged them to your chest, making yourself as small as possible. You were shaking, eyes burning, breathing erratic. The more you tried to breathe, the more you sobbed. 

“Baby, shit–” Jimin was the one to find you, falling on the floor in front of you. “Baby, shh, please, doll–” 

His frantic voice, and your own pitiful noises, were enough to bring out the others and suddenly you were being surrounded by all seven men. They were speaking but you couldn’t focus on their voices, all of your strength was going into trying not to choke on your own tears. 

“Open up, let her breathe!” Namjoon’s frantic voice was asking and they all took a step back. 

But you didn’t want them to step away, you wanted them near. The idea that you wouldn’t have them close like this brought back memories from when you were forced to be away from them; all of that pain came back like waves. You missed them so much, you hated missing them, but you were about to miss them again. 

For two whole years. 

Your cries were coming out in painful, high pitched shrieks. You felt arms around you and Namjoon’s angry voice telling whoever it was to not crowd you, to let you find your breathing. 

But Taehyung was never one to listen. 

The man sat down behind you and pulled your body to his chest, hugging you, cradling your head against his neck. You let go of your knees to hold his neck, clinging to him like he was your lifejacket and you were in the middle of a stormy sea. 

“Yeah, the past was honestly the best, but my best is what comes next.” Taehyung started singing quietly, slowly, a little out of tune because of his own little sobs. “I'm not playin', nah for sure. You and I, best moment is yet to come.”

“You are not singing Yet To Come to me right now.” you giggled in between hurtful hiccups. 

“It brought you back to me, didn’t it?” Tae was able to pull your face out of his neck so you could look at each other. 

You nodded, surprisingly slightly calmer. As if all you needed was a strong cry, let it all out. And being pulled back by Tae’s beautiful baritone and the promise held in those lyrics. He dried your face with the sleeves of his own cardigan, but the tears didn’t want to stop. 

Your breathing started getting a little calmer, sobs only bubbling out every now and then. When you looked around, ashamed of what could only be described as a panic attack, you realized all the other six men were sitting on the floor too. There wasn’t a single dry pair of eyes around and it was incredible you hadn’t attracted staff members by now. 

“I’m sorry.” you pouted. “I– y-you weren’t supposed to see me like this.” 

“This is a reaction we were expecting, pup.” Tae spoke softly, kissing your teary cheeks. “We were kinda weirded out you were so positive before.” 

“I am proud of you, I fucking swear.” you said as you hid your face to muffle another strong sob. “I just… I’ll miss you.” 

“We’ll miss you, sweetheart.” Jin said and his eyes were really red when you looked up at his voice. 

“I’m going to send each of you care packages every month.” you decided, weepy, pouty. “No, every week. And I’ll go see you when you have days off, I don’t care where you are, I’ll live on the road if I have to.” 

You looked at each of them as you promised, desperate for them to believe you. You didn’t care where they would be stationed, you’d be there, knocking on the military base’s door whenever they had breaks. 

You found Namjoon’s fond smile, Hoseok’s small nod, Jungkook’s wobbly pout. 

“I’ll take care of the puppies.” you continued, choking up when you thought of them missing their owners. “You go together if you can, and you look after each other. That’s an order.” 

“Since I’m going to be 30 this year, I’m going to go first.” Jin broke the news and a new wave of tears broke the dam. 

“Dammit, hyung–” Tae chastised him, but you were too busy scrambling out of Tae’s hold to settle against Seokjin instead.  

“Oppaaaaa.” you cried against his shoulder, scrunching your eyes shut as his arms wrapped around you tightly. 

“I don’t know which division they will send me off to, but I'll be okay.” he promised you. 

“You better be, or I’ll lead ARMY and we’ll come for anyone who even looks at you funny while you’re there.” you said, hearing a small raspy chuckle that could only belong to Yoongi. 

“Is that a promise?” Jin somewhat teased. 

“It’s a fucking threat, I dare them to try me.” you said with an angry face. 

Jimin didn’t need to coo and awe, you were trying to be menacing. 

“Maybe you should enlist too, you’d end any war before it even started.” he said with that sweet, angelic smile of his. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna miss you all.” your whole body shuddered as you tried to take a deep breath. 

“I’ll get thirty minutes to use my phone, during the basic training.” Jin told you, trying to dry your tears. “So I’ll call you everyday. That’s a threat too.”

“Okay. I’ll come see you on your days off.” you promised again. “I’ll bring you good food and whatever you need.”

In your mind you were already making a list of everything you’d add to their care packages. You were sure you would find other military wives on YouTube and you could get tips on how to make things easier. 

You weren’t exactly sure how things could get any easier when there were seven of them and one of you, but it never deterred you before, you wouldn’t let that change now. 

“I’m sure seeing your face will be all I need.” Jin assured you with a sweet smile. 

You turned to Yoongi after a random thought popped into your head: “Wait, do you think you can get out of it because of your shoulder?”

“I don’t think any of us can get out of it, kitten.” Yoongi said and you deflated. “They might put me in an office job, though.” 

“Damn, we’ll have to shovel snow and you get to do paperwork?!” Jimin snorted in that annoyed Busan accent, which had you giggling again.  

“I can break your shoulder if you want me to–” Yoongi bickered back, Daegu accent thick. 

“Yah, stop it.” Jin broke their married couple's squabble before it even began. 

You would miss even that. So fucking much. 

The eight of you stayed on the floor for a while and you moved from man to man, hugging each of them, kissing their faces and making more promises you would make sure to keep. 

Jungkook was the last one you went to, scared your state would trigger him again and he’d start crying. But you were calmer, and you promised him you’d always be there, so he was calmer too. 

“Baby, there’s somewhere we want to take you.” Namjoon said after exchanging glances with his members. 

“Right now?” you asked, turning around in Kook’s arms. Namjoon nodded, so you continued: “What about the talk with Sejin?” 

“That can wait. This… Making sure you’re alright, can’t.” the leader told you and his brothers agreed. 

“I’ll go anywhere with you.” 

Instead of taking separate cars, as was the norm for BTS wherever they were going, Namjoon ordered a van that could drive all eight of you together. It was a little snug, but that’s exactly what you needed right now; to be as close as possible to your lovers. 

You had all stopped crying and washed your faces by the time the driver pulled up to the underground garage of the building. 

Jungkook was stuck to you like you all expected him to be, hugging you tightly, kissing your face, sighing when you kissed his back. You could understand his fears and trepidation. Jungkook was the youngest one, he’d most likely be the last one to go. While that did grant him more time with you, that also meant he would have to watch every single one of his hyungs leave. 

And Jin would be the first to go. Jungkook might never admit it out loud, but Jin was his closest hyung when it came to many aspects. Seokjin was the one to drive him to school everyday, the one to pack him lunch, the hyung to play around with him to this day. 

But now Jungkook had to be the one to send him off. 

And then the others; one by one. Until he was the only one left. You would make sure he never felt alone, but you couldn’t make up for the brotherhood between those seven, you hadn’t been with him for the past ten years. It wouldn’t be the same thing. 

“Does that hurt?” Jungkook asked you and when you looked down you realized he was talking about your palms and the red marks of your nails. There was a little bit of blood there, so you tried to hide your hands before others saw it. 

You weren’t fast enough as Yoongi, who was sitting on your other side, held your wrist. 

“Kitten–” he inhaled, gently tugging on your wrist so he could inspect it. 

“I’m fine, Yoon. Was an accident.” you said sheepishly. 

“You did this to yourself, tokki?” Jungkook was concerned, voice small, as if he was on the verge of tears again. 

You were too embarrassed to answer. Jungkook opened his mouth to say something else, but Yoongi’s pointed look cut him off. At least you knew Yoongi wouldn’t scold you. 

“Jiminah, can you pass me a tissue pack?” Yoongi was leaning into the row of seats in front of you, not really saying what he needed them for. 

“Here, hyung.” Jimin rummaged through his backpack and threw the small pack to Yoongi. 

Taehyung was the one to catch it, however, as he was sitting in the row between yours and Jimin’s, and turned around to hand in the tissues himself. When he looked down and saw your hands, he didn’t say anything either, likely as to not warn the others, but still frowned. 

The slightly curly haired man turned to look for something else and then handed Yoongi a half full water bottle. 

“Thanks.” Yoongi said, handing the pack of tissues to Jungkook and saying: “Open it up and give me one.” 

In a second Jungkook was handing him a clean tissue as Yoongi unscrewed the bottle. You knew it was going to sting the minute the older man was tipping the water bottle upside down to wet a piece of the tissue. The maknae let out a little hiss, as if he could feel the sting too, but he rubbed your arms in a way of showing his support. 

“Give me your hands, kitten.” Yoongi asked softly and you had no choice. 

“Go easy.” you whined. 

“I promise.” 

He offered you a thigh lipped smile and gripped the water bottle between his thighs as he held your hand with one of his and the wet tissue with the other. Yoongi gently cleaned the blood off your hands, folding the tissue to use the clean parts to clean your wounds. 

You weren’t about to die from an infection and the four tiny cuts you had on each palm weren’t deep, merely a scratch. But Yoongi’s concern made your eyes fill with water again, but you held it in. If you started crying again, you’d alert the others and you didn’t want to worry them. 

Yoongi repeated the same gentle procedure with your other hand, making sure you were all clean and didn’t pose any risks. With the softest eyes, he looked at you as he brought both hands to his lips to kiss each palm, not speaking a single word. 

After sticking the dirty tissues in his pants pocket to get rid of later, he put the cap back on the bottle and relaxed into his seat again. Jungkook pulled you back to his chest and you sighed. 

The trip from Yongsan to wherever it was that they were taking you lasted about thirty minutes. The cityscape turned into a residential area. It was pretty, you thought, peaceful. There were many trees around, all in different autumn colors, but you guessed they looked nice during summer and spring too. You could see tall gates and brick walls covered in vines, giving the houses enough privacy. They were all pretty spaced out from each other, you noted. 

Celebrities and important people must live here and you wondered if your boyfriends were bringing you to visit someone. Maybe they had friends who had been in the military already and could offer you comforting words. 

The van stopped in front of a high metal gate and Namjoon opened the door of the vehicle and jumped out. Instead of having the rest of you follow him, the leader walked up to the gate, pressed a few numbers on a hidden keyboard and waited for the gate to open automatically. He signaled for the driver to pass through and followed on foot. 

You turned around to watch as the gate closed once again after the van passed through and Namjoon was jogging right behind you. 

The car parked again and Namjoon opened the door once more, signaling for all of you to come out. And you did, one by one, with Yoongi helping you out of the car and Jungkook staying close to you. 

You were expecting to see a pretty house, but this was a construction site. It was obvious there had been a house there at some point, but it had been taken down completely; only a couple half walls here and there were left behind.  

It was a pretty space, still. Extensive land, trees lining the whole area, giving it a forestry vibe. 

Waiting for one of the men to ask any questions wouldn’t take you anywhere, as it was clear you were the only one surprised. They had all been here before, that much you could tell. So you asked:

“What is this place?”

“It’s a promise.” Namjoon said, hands inside the pockets of his indigo blue hoodie. 

“A promise of what?” you asked again, still looking around. You could see what was probably the project of a vegetable garden not that far from where you were. 

“Of a future where the eight of us live together as a family.” 

You stared at Namjoon, confused, heart soaring, you had questions, and you understood it perfectly. 

“And the pups.” Taehyung added with a whisper. 

“Yes, yes and the pups.” the leader rolled his eyes. 

“We’re building a house here.” Yoongi used full words and you stared at him next. 

“Wait, wait, we–”

“We all bought this land together, for us.” Jin explained, and you knew the us included you. “We have a meeting with architects soon to develop the plans and fit the house to our needs. Rooms for all of us.” 

“A home gym.” Jungkook sounded excited. 

“A game room.” Jimin added. 

“Maybe a home studio.” Yoongi shrugged. 

“A nice kitchen?” you asked, desperately wanting to be included. 

“Anything you want, pet.” Hoseok smiled and nodded. 

“You will have to oversee the progress of the construction as we’re away, but we’ll help with everything we can.” Jin told you. 

A few things came to mind. Questions and conclusions. 

If the seven of them made the decision about the military the day before, and they obviously purchased this land a while ago –you had no idea when–, it meant that this, the promise of a future together, wasn’t a hasty decision. This wasn’t brought up by any kind of desperation or rushed decision. 

But the fact that they were showing you now, telling you about it today, after telling you the news of their enlistment, it had to mean something else too. Maybe this was their way of distracting you, of keeping you busy until their return. They were giving you a future to hold on to, so the present was more bearable. 

And you were thankful. 

“If it all goes to plan, our home will be built and ready to be moved into by 2025.” Namjoon’s voice grabbed your attention again. 

“Is that when you’ll all be back together?” you wanted to know, wondering how much of it they had planned. 

They nodded. You hummed. 

The fact you weren’t crying anymore was surprising to everyone; yourself included. 

“We don’t want you to stop living for us.” Hoseok said and you frowned. 

“We want you to wait for us, don’t go looking for other boyfriends.” Tae pointed out, full on Tata Mic face, making your lips split into a small smile. 

“Never!” you promised, lifting your pinky finger to him. 

“What Hobah means is that we’re all proud of you too. Of everything you have accomplished, everything you will still accomplish.” Jin carried on. “We know you meant it when you said you’ll travel to meet us on our days off, but we don’t want you to put your life on hold.”

You were about to protest, but Yoongi’s fingers squeezing your wrist made you pause. He said: “You already made so many sacrifices for others. It’s time you put yourself first for once.”

“You have your show and hopefully you’ll film many seasons and we’ll watch the episodes whenever we can.” Jimin had a promise of his own. 

“I’ll still go see you as much as I can. And I promise to make our house perfect for when you come back.” you looked at each one of them as you said it. “Then we’ll make it a home together.” 

A/N: How do we feel about the big finale on friday? How did we feel about this one?

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Little do You Know | OT7 | One Hundred and Thirteen

Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader 

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au. 

Chapter warnings: The Fact Music awards timeeee! Welcome to the final week of LDYK. :( 

WC: 2.k

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“So... you're not pregnant?” Hana was asking next to you on the backseat of the HYBE car. 

And out of all of the things that ever happened in the backseat of those cars, involving you, this conversation was the tamest. 

“Nope.” you told her, looking out of the window.

“You're sure?” her insistence made your attention turn to your best friend.

“Yeah, I had to get some blood work done to confirm it before getting the new injection.” you explained. 

“And you know I love you dearly, right?”

You rolled your eyes, knowing you had an ear pull coming your way. “Yes, just give it to me, come on.”

“That was so irresponsible!” Hana screeched. “You just got a new job, do you have any idea how many opportunities you would have to give up if you got pregnant now? And the boys have no idea what their future holds, how do you think they would feel if you’re pregnant and they have to leave–”

“I know, Hana! I know, okay?” you snapped, but your voice softened as you took a deep breath. “I’m relieved I’m not pregnant. Really. I know it’s not the right time at all. It was just something nice between Jin and I, a moment, but it passed, okay? I’m sorry.”

“Okay. I’m sorry, I have to be your manager too.” she said, taking a breath to match yours and calm herself. 

“And what would my best friend say then?”

“Your best friend is really excited for the day she’ll be an aunt.” the girl told you with a sigh, reaching to squeeze your wrist. “And I know you and the boys will make the prettiest, cutest babies. Just not right now, please.”

“I know, I know. In a few years, no sooner than that. I promise.” 

You weren’t about to tell Hana how disappointed you were when you got the negative results back. It was bittersweet, really; that disappointment laced with relief. Hana was right, of course, this was not the right time to have a baby. At all. Not with your new job, not with the uncertainty of the boys’ career, not with the up in the air status of your relationship when it came to the public. 

You had been breaking many taboos in Korea, from being a playmate –a career that was barely known when you first got in the field–, to being seen with seven boys at once –seriously, after your latest posts to social media, you doubted people didn’t know you were dating them–. 

If you showed up pregnant, amidst all of the dating rumors, unmarried, a fatherless child, one that would absolutely look like Kim Seokjin… The backlash would be tremendous. And that wasn’t the kind of reality you wished to bring your baby into. 

You didn’t know what the future held, when it would ever be safe for you to start trying, but you rested easy knowing that when the time was right, you would know. You would all know. 

Besides, it’s not as if you were dying to start a family right now –Tae’s wishes and Jin’s kink just got the best of you sometimes–. You wanted to travel more, and you wanted to enjoy life with your seven boyfriends. You were all still young, with a lot ahead of you. 

This was a good thing, you had to tell yourself. 

“We are here, misses.” the driver’s voice brought you out of your head and a second later the door on your side was being opened.

“Thank you, Mr. Lee.” you smiled at the man, giving him a little wave as you grabbed your bag and hopped off the vehicle. 

Being a former playmate, you were more than used to getting into venues by the backdoor, as it was the safest way to avoid paparazzis and the media. While the front entrance of the KSPO DOME was filled with fans waiting to be let into the stadium and photographers hoping to get good shots of idols, the back door was empty and secluded. 

Which was great for you, as people weren’t supposed to know you were there yet. 

Your special participation in tonight’s The Fact Music Award was to remain a secret until the time you were on stage to present the last award of the night. Hana and the HYBE producers you worked with told you it was supposed to create a buzz, you would only post about it later tonight; but half of you wondered if they were trying to avoid any backlash. 

Your YouTube series had been announced almost three weeks ago, the public already knew you were working for HYBE again, and that you had a show coming up soon. So far people seemed to be excited about it, wondering who the guests would be, making petitions to have the boys on the show. 

Gossip websites and media sources were also putting out articles about you, making compilations of your ‘best moments’, telling people who you were and how the hell you came to work for HYBE. You stayed clear of those particular websites anyway, but you did read comments on twitter every now and then. 

Negative opinions and people not liking you would always be there, but you were getting better at tuning them out and ignoring them. 

“I think we’re supposed to go this way–” Hana’s arm linked with yours as you both showed your artist and manager passes to the security man guarding the back entrance. 

“The boys are already here, right?” you checked the watch on your wrist, knowing BTS was the last group scheduled for rehearsals. 

“Yes, let’s leave our things in the dressing room and you can go look for your men.” 

You and Hana were found by a staff member of TFMA’s team and she recognized you right away, having to know the name and face of every presenter and artist, so she guided the two of you through the many hallways of the backstage area. 

While you were expected to have a dressing room for yourself –a small one, seeing as you were just one person–, HYBE had put in a request to have their artists close to each other. Meaning, you and BTS were to share a room, and TXT and NEW JEANS would be close by. If the producers thought it was weird to have seven boys and a girl sharing a dressing room, no one said anything. 

Not only would that allow you and your boyfriends to be together during the night, you and the group shared a makeup and hair squad. Heejin would officially be on your team after the concert in Busan next week, as it marked the last official schedule Bangtan had together as a unit, so it wouldn’t make sense to hire someone to do your makeup and hair just for tonight. 

Bangtan’s and your dressing room was the closest one to the stage, meaning they were expected to be walking up many times during the night. You knew they were up for at least seven awards, and with their track record, you expected them to win them all. 

The waiting/dressing rooms weren’t actual, physical rooms, made of stone walls, but a long line of spaces separated by partitions, so you could very much hear everything around you. It was a good thing staff and other artists knew how important privacy was to each other, so no one filmed or recorded anybody else. Everyone was there to do their job and that was it. 

“Ugh, thank god your tan is fading out!” Heejin was all over you as soon as you walked past the heavy black curtain that separated the dressing room from the back of the stage. “I have other foundation colors, but we’d need to match your shade–”

“Nice to see you too, unnie.” you cut her off by pulling the girl into a hug. “I’m sure you’ll work your magic and I’ll look perfectly put together.”

“Put together– Girl, I’m turning you into an award show queen.” she said after you parted, turning to Hana to bow and wave. “Hana-ssi, nice to see you again.” 

Your manager and your makeup stylist were cordial to each other, always respectful now that they were working together. You knew they would be good friends one day. 

Before you could utter another word, a more than familiar song started playing loudly from the stage; Yet To Come was going through a soundcheck, so you knew your boyfriends were up on stage.

“I’ll be back, yeah?” you told Hana and Heejin, who exchanged knowing glances. 

“Yeah, you got time, the venue won't open for a couple of hours.” Heejin let you know. 

You walked away from the two girls, but instead of getting out from where you came, you went to the snack and beverages table. Ignoring their curious glances, you pulled out a BTS Cold Brew coffee bottle from your backpack and searched for a plastic cup to fill with ice and the drink you brought over. Once it was all ready and closed off with a lid and straw, you dropped your bag on a couch and slipped off the room. 

There were so many workers around, all busy and running with their own jobs, you tried to be out of everyone’s way. When you ran into Sejin, you hugged him hello and asked him to take you to the stage. 

As you made it to the other side, leaving backstage, you were impressed with the size of the venue, the amount of chairs in the audience and you could already imagine it lighting up with the overhead spotlights and the many lightsticks from the audience. 

But you didn’t focus on your surroundings that much, when you spotted the seven men singing on stage. They were wearing their regular clothes, so they didn’t match, but their energy on stage was always the same. All seven were sitting in chairs, as their performance would start out tonight, singing and waving their arms as if the stadium was already filled with ARMY. 

Only when the music stopped, Hoseok got up first, being followed by Jimin as they went after Sung-deuk to talk about any touches or changes they wanted to make for the first song, Seokjin and Jungkook started to play fight and kick each other, Tae walked to Namjoon to talk to him about something you couldn’t hear if you tried. Yoongi was the only one to stay on his seat, already pulling up his phone. 

He was in the zone. And it was the opportunity you were waiting for. 

You used one of the many stairs leading to the main stage to climb up and walk to your second oldest boyfriend. Yoongi didn’t even look at you, so focused on his work, not breaking from his professional headspace. 

“You look like you could use this.” you said, making Yoongi instantly look up at your voice. 

“Kitten.” his voice came out as a whisper and you grinned. 

Yoongi got up from his seat, slipping his phone into his pocket. He was wearing denim shorts that stopped right on his knees, a white t-shirt and a moss green jacket, with a black beanie on his head. His hair was so freaking long it escaped under the beanie and you wanted to touch it. 

You always wanted to touch his hair. 

Before you could, however, he was holding the back of your neck with one hand and kissing you. It was quick, but was a kiss from Yoongi nonetheless. 

“You saw me yesterday.” you told him with a giggle, still holding onto the coffee cup. 

“So? Still miss you.” he said against your lips, pulling back when you offered him the coffee again. “This feels like dejavú.” 

“Yeah, but you didn’t kiss me last time.” 

Of course Yoongi would get what you were doing, of course he’d remember. 

All of this, being here, was much too familiar to all of you. 

Coming to The Fact Music Awards with the boys was your first official job as Bangtan’s playmate, a whole year ago. You were with them as they pre-recorded the performances for last year’s award show, you watched them rehearse much like they were now. And a year ago, you spoke to Yoongi directly for the first time after becoming his playmate. 

You offered him a coffee, just like you had done a couple minutes ago. 

“I should have.” he said, brushing his fingers on yours as he accepted the coffee. His eyebrows furrowed as he took the first sip. “Even the coffee tastes the same.” 

“It’s supposed to.” you smiled and Yoongi’s lips pulled up on one side. 

Before he could ask you about the fact that you brought the same type of coffee you served him a year ago, and before you could get lost in the nostalgia of it all, arms wrapped around your frame. The Jo Malone perfume was enough to tip off Jimin’s presence before his plush lips touched your cheek. 

“Our emotional support girlfriend is finally here.” your boyfriend was saying as he squeezed you. “Thought you’d only get here at show time.” 

“I still have to learn my speech for the award–” you were saying as you turned around in his arms, breath caught in your throat as you looked at him. “I keep forgetting your hair is red.” 

Jimin was smiling as he held you with an arm around your waist. His hair was an auburn color he got done for the Busan concert coming up, but he’d show it off at the award show tonight. You were glad he hadn’t cut it too. In fact, you were glad none of them had a haircut in months. 

If it was up to you, it would stay like that. 

Your presence didn’t stay a secret for much longer, each of your boyfriends coming over to hug you and kiss you hello. You hadn’t seen them all in the same place for weeks now, from all of your trips with each of them, to their separate work schedules. And you missed this. 

So much. 

You got back to Sejin once they had to carry on with their rehearsal, as their time window was getting smaller and smaller before the gates opened for the audience to come in. 

Clearly you weren’t the only one feeling nostalgic as the manager said:

“I hope you’re proud of yourself.” Sejin told you, eyes never leaving the stage. “I know I am.” 

“Sejin-nim.” you cooed, looking at him as he avoided your gaze. 

“You have grown a lot since the first time we met.” he continued. “I don’t mean just career wise, but as a person. You opened up a lot, despite everything. Became someone I’m glad to have worked with. Someone I’m glad to call a friend.” 

The strongest word that came to mind when you thought about Sejin was gratitude. You were grateful for everything he did for you, since your very first day. From controlling the bickering boys from fighting over you, to understanding when you needed to take a step back, then for going beyond his job description to make sure you were safe; either from Jia or the news websites that put out things about you. 

He was never afraid to call HYBE’s lawyers or implement security measures, as long as you were protected. The manager was the one to give you an access card to the company building when you stopped working there, and he always put in a good word for you to Bang PD and other higher ups. 

“I know you care for them like family. So thank you for accepting me.” you said, stepping in front of him and hugging him. 

Sejin was a little shocked, as you had never hugged him like that. But after he saw it was okay, that you wouldn’t find it inappropriate –you had been the one to initiate it after all– he hugged you back. 

“You’re family too, I hope you know.” he said with one last squeeze. 

“I know.” you smiled at the manager as you pulled away. “So are you.” 

The rest of the rehearsal went by without any more touching moments and you weren’t able to stay much. Once word got around that you were already in the building, one of the producers of the award show asked to see you so you could go over your participation in tonight's ceremony. 

He took you backstage to show you where you were going to go through, explained you’d be given an envelope with the results, but you were supposed to give a little speech before giving out the award. Everything was quite straightforward, nothing that worried you too much. 

Until he said:

“If you’re met with a black ocean, you just carry on. Try not to let it get to you.” those words were enough for it to get to you. “Just go in, say your words, announce the award and step aside.” 

“Oh, uh, okay–”

And just like that, the director was taken away to talk with another presenter. And you were left nervous and worried. 

You were sure he didn’t have any ill intent and probably said that to everybody going on stage. Black Ocean was a dreaded term in the kpop industry, as it meant the turning off of lightsticks and phones, resulting in a completely dark audience. That was the way for the fans to show their lack of support or displeasure with whoever was on stage. 

You weren’t a kpop artist, you would never have anything close to your own lightstick, a black ocean wasn’t a concern for you; until now. This was a music award show, which meant every single audience member most likely brought the lightstick of their favorite group, the stadium would be lit up with them during the whole show. 

If all of them went down and off the moment you stepped on stage, you didn’t think you’d be able to carry on as normal. It would crush you. 

“There you are.” the hand on the low of your back felt like home, as did the kiss on the top of your head as Taehyung reached you. “Been looking for you. Everything okay?” 

“Yeah, all good.” you swallowed your nerves and pushed a smile on your face. Worrying about this right now wouldn’t change anything. “Is everyone in the dressing room?” 

Tae nodded, circling your waist with his arm so he could lead you to your room. “Things are going to get a little crazy out here, the gates are opening.”

You followed him to your shared room and things were still particularly quiet there. You had learned by now that there was a lot of waiting involved in ceremonies like this. 

BTS wasn’t going to be a part of the red carpet this year, since their rehearsal slot didn’t allow them enough time to go out of the venue to get ready and then come back. Besides, being on a red carpet meant having to do interviews and when your relationship status would most likely be a subject of questions, plus their impending military situation, it was best to avoid getting asked questions altogether. 

Inside the dressing room, everyone was busy with their own tasks. Heejin and Hana were looking over printed pictures of what you knew were the makeup and hairstyle looks you were supposed to have tonight. Other makeup and hair staff were getting their stations ready to start working on Bangtan. 

Jin and Jungkook were brushing their teeth, Jimin and Hoseok were still having something to eat, Yoongi was just finishing his coffee cup and Namjoon was in a corner speaking to himself; or practicing his speech for the many awards they were most likely to receive. 

The award show had started about thirty minutes ago, PSY was just on stage to receive an award for That That (which he thanked Yoongi in his speech), and TNX was just introduced to perform. 

The dressing room had a TV right in the middle so everyone there could watch what was going on on stage and so that no one missed any cues. The boys were going to be the last ones to perform, and your category was the very last one to present, so all of you had a lot of time in your hands. 

All of you were ready and dolled up; the boys wearing pretty suits and you in a dress that cost more than your rent and you’d have to return it to the designer at the end of the night. 

You were on one of the couches, sitting between Hoseok and Seokjin. 

“Are you all really wearing your rings?” you asked as you held each of the men’s hands in one of yours. 

“Of course we are.” Hobi told you proudly, showing off his couple's ring with a stone that matched one of yours. “You’re wearing yours too.” 

“Yeah, because I never take it off.” you told him, admiring the ring on your finger in the hand that was holding Jin’s. 

“Neither do we, sweetheart.” Jin chuckled, as if it was obvious. 

“I know, but this is an award show.” you insisted, looking around the room and counting the other five rings in the hands of your respective boyfriends. “There are hundreds of cameras around. Literally.” 

“You don’t want people to think we’re dating?” Hoseok pressed with a little smirk. 

Before you could answer, Jimin chirped: “Bit late for that one.” 

It wasn’t a big deal, you guessed. BTS was a group. They wore matching clothes and matching jewelry all the time. No one would bat an eye about the matching bands they were sporting on the ring fingers of their left hand. And your ring was distinct enough that one might not make the connection at first glance. 

But ARMY didn’t believe in coincidences. They found a reason for everything. 

“It’s going to be fine.” Jin must have sensed your uneasiness and brought your hand to his lips. “We might as well announce our relationship to the world on that stage tonight.” 

“Very funny, oppa.” you giggled at his joke, but his own laugh didn’t follow. 

You looked at Hoseok after more laughs didn’t follow and he avoided your eyes. You looked at Jimin after that, on the couch across from yours and he looked away from you instantly. 

“Please tell me you’re not out of your minds–” you started, being interrupted by the call of your name. 

“Someone is looking for you.” Hana was the one calling for you, near the entrance of the dressing room. Whoever it was, didn’t want to come in. 

You excused yourself from your boyfriends, promising them you’d get back to that subject once you were back. Holding your long dress out of the way, thankful you didn’t need to put on your heels until it was time to step on stage, you walked to where your best friend was. 

You guessed it must be another playmate from Nolichingu, as ever since you posted to social media that you were attending the award show, old friends from your past-agency were coming over to greet you and catch up. 

“Yell if you need me.” Hana whispered when she pushed the heavy curtain out of the way for you to step outside. 

The statement left you confused until you saw who it was that was standing outside the dressing room. 

You should have known they would be here, you had seen their group’s name on the list of performers and you knew they were up for some awards as well. But to see them right there, actively looking for you, surprised you. 

“Hi, noona.” Felix said first, with that sweet and angelic smile of his. 

And you were brought back to the last time you saw him, in the building of the mental health clinic you now shared, the conversation you had about patching things up, where you both apologized for your past mistakes. 

“Look at you, Lixie!” you chirped, opening your arms to hug the younger man. His relieved breath as he hugged you back was proof enough he was worried about your reaction. 

“You did always like it when I wore a suit.” he said and you saw the blush on his cheeks as he pulled away. 

“Are you his bodyguard or can I get a hug too?” you turned to Chan, who was standing behind his friend with crossed arms. 

“Get in here.” the leader opened his arms for you, his serious, and highly intimidating, stance breaking into that soft smile you were used to getting from him. “I missed your annoying ass.” 

“At least you missed me.” you giggled, being engulfed by his strong, masculine perfume and even stronger arms. 

You hadn’t seen Chan ever since that fateful New Years Eve party where the fight broke down and Bangtan and SKZ clashed. Chan wasn’t exactly part of the fight, but he was extremely protective of his younger friend, so the mood could be tense and weird between you. 

You could only guess Felix had told him about the two of you patching things up and as much as you wouldn’t become as close as you once were, you were civil with each other. 

“Are you really presenting an award tonight?” Felix asked as you pulled away from Chan before he could playfully mess up your hair as he used to do back in the day. 

“I am! The Daesang.” you nodded, slight nerves coming back. 

“Wow, that’s a big deal.” Chan said, impressed. “We’ll tell Stays to be kind to you.” 

“You think they won’t be?!” you gasped. 

Of course their fans knew you were Felix’s former playmate, the fight was all over the media and you were right in the middle of both groups. Ever since then, nothing else came out about you and Felix or the rest of the group. As far as the public knew, you might be mortal enemies. 

Well, that was one fandom you could expect the turning off of lightsticks from. You doubted you’d see a single Nachimbong lit up for you tonight. 

“We’ll make sure they are. We can post a selca together, the three of us, and everyone will see there’s no bad blood.” Felix said and Chan snickered. 

“Dude, she has seven boyfriends, quit trying.” Chan said, which absolutely mortified Felix. 

Chan always knew of the younger man’s crush on you, which was reason enough for him to tease Felix. When Felix squealed in a surprisingly high pitched tone, he continued:

“It’s bad enough we’re performing the song you wrote for her tonight, in front of them.” 

“Excuse me?!” you gasped yet again, looking from one man to the other. 

“Did you listen to Case 143?” Chan asked and Felix looked like he was about to pass out. 

“Okay, we need to go–” Felix was pulling the other man by the arm. 

“That’s a good idea.” a new voice, deep and serious, spoke from behind you, bringing shivers to your skin. 

You didn’t need to look at your boyfriend to know Namjoon was crossing his arms to his chest to appear bigger. You also knew it was his protective and slightly possessive side that was making his voice drop and his stance hard. 

The tension in between all of you grew tenfold. 

Chan puffed his chest and Felix avoided looking at anybody. This reaction was expected, tension was still high between all of them. But this was not the time or the place for another fight to break out. 

“Baby, you remember my friends Chan and Felix, right?” you pretended normalcy, sending your boyfriend a look that told him to behave. 

And, to your surprise, Namjoon relaxed. At least a little. 

“Yeah, what’s up?” Namjoon forced a smile and bowed to both men, at least able to show respect. 

The other two did the same, but had to move out of the way as more of your boyfriends started filtering out. You were mortified they might be coming to check on you, in case Hana told them who you were talking to. Seeing your frown, Namjoon explained:

“The Global FanNStar is being announced soon and we’re up for it, so we need to be close to the stage in case we get it.” 

“Ohh, good luck.” you smiled at all of your boyfriends, who were forming a protective circle around all of you. 

The clear display of possessiveness made Chan chuckle and pat Felix on the shoulder: “We should get going.” 

“Yeah, okay.” Felix nodded and turned to you. “Good luck tonight. You’ll do great. Fighting!” 

“Thank you, I’ll see you guys later.” you said with a little wave. 

As Felix and Chan walked away, your seven boyfriends were called by a staff member of the show to follow her. You exchanged touches and looks with the seven, wishing them good luck, and made it back to the dressing room. 

You were sweating when you fell to the couch, a little bit of the tension from the encounter trying to leave your shoulders. Heejin came to where you were and touched up your makeup and fixed a few strands of hair that moved out of place. On the TV in the dressing room you watched as your boyfriends won the Global Fan award. 

And Jin won the FanNStar Choice Individual award after that. And BTS kept winning every award they were up for after that. You kissed and hugged each of them whenever they walked in and out of the dressing room; Heejin’s nightmare as she gave up on fixing your lipstick before you actually had to go on stage. 

Almost four hours into the show, Bangtan took the stage and you had to put your heels on as it was almost time for you to follow them. 

Your hands were clammy and your heart was beating fast in your chest. Half of it was for your own sake, you couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of a black ocean. And the reason you chose to focus on, was watching the boys performing Yet to Come and For Youth. 

“Please don’t cry, I didn’t use waterproof mascara on you.” Heejin said, standing next to you. 

“I’m fine.” you lied. 

It was impossible not to be moved when watching the seven men you loved, doing what they were born to do, having fun with their fans, singing, rapping and being generally happy. The last several weeks they were all apart was proof enough that moments like these would be rare from now on. After the Busan concert, you doubted you’d see them on stage like this in the next couple of years. 

A fact that absolutely affected all of you; based on the staff and Sejin’s reactions as you all watched them on the television right behind the stage. 

You decided to focus on how they looked instead; all in shades of blue and black as they had changed outfits right before going out there to perform. 

Before their performance was even done, you were called to take your place at the actual back part of the main stage. You were given the envelope, which you couldn’t open yet, and your heart was in your throat. 

Everything after that passed as a blurr and next thing you knew, the presenters of the award show were announcing your name and the LED panels in front of you were parting for you to walk out to the main stage. 

You didn’t have to hold onto your dress, as your high heels made it so it wouldn’t actually drag on the floor. You had a brave smile on your face, that did not show what you were feeling inside. After the initial blindness from the stage spotlight, you were terrified to find a dark audience. 

But your breath was caught in your lungs as you saw nothing but lights. ARMY Bombs everywhere, and other lightsticks waving in the air, as well as cheers that were warm and welcoming enough to make your walk a little more confident. 

You stopped in front of the microphone stand, holding the envelope with both hands in hopes of not shaking in front of so many people and the many cameras pointed at you. 

“Hello, my name is Yn, it’s nice to see you all.” you started speaking and had to pause as new screams filled the space. The same reaction every presenter had so far, which made you happy. “Firstly, I would like to thank you all in the audience and at home for being with us this evening. Now, for the grand prize of the night… Every artist in this category has shown memorable performances, powerful lyrics and undeniable talent. This award is another way to value the work you all put into this year, and the hope you’ll carry on stronger and greater in the future.”

There was more applause as you finished your small speech and you were very proud of the fact you didn’t stammer or stutter. 

“And the winner of the grand prize is–” you started, opening the envelope in your hands. And ARMY could see it in your face before you read their name, pride and love stamped in your forehead. Still, you read: “Bangtan Sonyeondan!”

The cheers and screams were so loud you didn’t hear anything but the buzzing on your ears. Or maybe it was your pulse going crazy as you looked to your right and saw the seven men who held your heart walking towards you. 

A little tap to your left brought your attention to the staff holding their trophy and you took it from them so you could hand it to your lovers. 

There were a few things you noticed as you watched them rush to you. Jimin and Hoseok were waving and smiling to their fans, Yoongi was quiet as always, Jungkook was blushing and grinning, Jin was serving handsome face. But Namjoon… 

Namjoon looked nervous. 

Not the good kind of nervous. 

And with so many cameras around you, there was no way you could ask him what was wrong. Luckily he was the first one in line, walking straight to you. Instead of taking the trophy first, he hugged you. Really hugged you. The kind that showed everyone you were close. 

Hands on your waist, face on your ear as he whispered:

“Trust me.” 

“Congratulations.” was your answer, as you knew the cameras were on you and people could read your lips. 

He smiled and got the prize from your hands, giving space for his members to hug you too, one by one. Hoseok held you the tightest, lifting you off the floor to make you giggle. Jimin held your face with both hands and you panicked thinking he might kiss you, but his lips were on your cheek. Taehyung was chewing on an imaginary gum and smirking as he hugged you, kissing your forehead and squeezing your waist. Jin sent you a flying kiss before hugging you too. Yoongi was pushed to you by Jungkook and you were the one throwing your arms around his neck and whispering another congratulations. 

Jungkook was the last one on the line of hugs, and he was clearly feeling bold as his body hit yours with too much force, making you stumble on purpose so he had to hold you harder. His eyes slipped to your lips and you were shaking your head. But he didn’t fucking care. 

You felt his warm lips on the corner of yours; not a direct kiss, but way too much for a national broadcast. He was giggling as he let you walk to the side and let the seven of them be the only ones on frame in the main stage. 

“...and I’ve met many artists who were so cool before us and this year I’m not sure if we’ve done promotions that were cooler and better than them.” Namjoon was speaking to the microphone as you finally stopped blushing enough to pay attention to their acceptance speech. “But still. We’ve worked hard for ten years, so we will think that  it is the result of you showing your love, thankfulness and heart.” the leader said and the audience screamed and clapped. When he looked to the side, directly at you, your stomach did a flip. “We want to say a lot of things, honestly on a lot of things as we’ve always done, but we aren’t able to do that right now. But very soon, a lot of things will fall into place and I think we’ll be able to tell you all honestly as we always do.”

Each of the members spoke a bit, thanking ARMY, thanking each other, talking about their hard work to put together the Busan concert on the 15th of october. They were all done, and then Namjoon took the mic to speak again, breaking protocol; something he had only done once before. 

During his last ending ment in Las Vegas, when he sent a message to you. 

“I can’t forget to mention that this is the fifth consecutive year we’ve won the Daesang award, and to receive it from our baby just makes it even more special.” he said and your eyes widened when he threw a new look your way. “We love you, baby. And we love you ARMY. See you in Busan.” 

A/N: About next chapter... Please get the tissues ready and don't hate the author!!

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✵ RAINY INFATUATION ✵ toji.zenin

it’s fate if you’ve meet three times in the rain. at least, that’s what toji believes, especially when he has the strong urge to keep you close.

✵ tags — heavy nsfw, blood, violence, ANGST, corruption kink, virginity loss, unprotected sex, major spit kink, praise kink, crying, oral ( f!receiving), fingering, biting, full nelson, pussy drunk, pussy slapping, cum dump, spanking, dacryphilia, protective toji, angry toji, dumbification

✵ notes — binging lookism is prob the best fcking thing everrr this was originally gonna be a samuel seo fic but I changed it last min xp

love isn’t the word. obsession may be a little too strong. infatuation…now that has a ring to it.

“should I call an ambulance?!” the airy voice slowly brought the man back to consciousness. “wh-why’re you running—“ you suddenly felt a tight grip around your wrist, immediately bringing you down to your knees. the rain hitting the garbage cans hiding the squeak that escaped your lips.

“fuck…are you?” his eyes blinking up, the rain continuing to cloud his sight until he felt a cold hand brush away the strands from his forehead. he suddenly felt his chest tighten. it was a sight. the flushed cheeks, the pouty lips forming into an o, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath, the droplets sliding down her soft cheeks, and of course the big bright eyes that seemed to shine a light in the dark ally.

“I was with a friend….she’s gone now…but you’re all beaten up. along with those other guys,” she looks around at the pile of men just laying unconscious in the alley, all at his feet.

“are you alright?” his voice had you blinking.

“yes, I’m fine—“

“are you alright in the head,” his cold words hit. tapping the side of his head repeatedly, emphasizing it. who the fuck is he? “what kind of person decides to come running into an alley full of bleeding men? clearly you have no fucking sense of where the fuck you are or you would’ve ran away just like your little friend did—“

“just because you lost this little gang fight doesn’t mean you haveta take it out on me,” you snap back. that was a mistake, because the next thing you felt was a grip around your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheeks.

“do you have any idea who you’re speaking to right now?” you felt your blood run cold, you’ve never seen that kind of look on someone’s face. his words and his body were scary, terrifying…but his eyes…they looked….why did you feel a warmth crawling up your cheek.

“no,” your blunt response had the man’s brow twitching. “a loser?”

why is he getting so worked up? he wasn’t a loser. he was just taking a little rest after beating up all those men. but this nobody comes fussing around him.

“fuck off,” he finally lets go of your wrist, subtly looking from the corner of his eye, the way her small hand rubs at the bruise that had formed. was he gripping her that hard? how easily does this girl bruise?

she gets up, I guess she has some sense.

“what’re you?” his eyes go wide as he watches you pull some jackets off the unconscious bodies hidden under a roof, before coming back to the man.

“here you go,” you put the dry jacket around his exposed shoulders, rubbing your hands over it to warm him from the cold rain.

“your hands are cold, this isn’t helping—“

“you’re so noisy!” you huff, “I don’t think you have any friends,” you grumble, using the other jacket to wipe some of the blood from his body.

“don’t need them,” he replies, eyes slowly trailing over the stranger. was she coming back from a party? her shirt was sticking to her pretty chest, adorable bra visible. as for her skirt, it was drenched resting high on her upper thighs as the rain showcased the pretty skin exposed to his lustful eyes.

“what about those guys?” he nods over to the men that lost. “not gonna clean em up and act like a good girl?”

“no,” you mumble, eyes flickering up as you rose to your feet. “i thought you were strong?” fucking brat, he thinks, yet he can’t contain his interest and stands up, your fixing the jacket on him, not bothering with yourself considering how drenched you are, and your body trembling just a bit, it was like you were dunked in an a ice bath.

you move to take his hand, leading him away from the mess only to feel a warmth drape around your shoulders. you look up seeing the man cover you with the jacket, leaving him once again naked from the waist up.

“you can’t just copy me,” you fuss, cheeks puffed. “you’re injured, crippled, broken—“

“that’s enough,” he snaps, “it’s not my blood.” he concludes, allowing you to get another look at his body and he was right. from what you could make trying your best to ignore his inked body, aside from the cuts around his knuckles, the rain swept away the blood that had drenched him, not a single trace of a cut on his body. yet you still go to grab another jacket and drape it on the man. trying your best not to stare too long at the intricate tattoo designs that covered his entire biceps and chest, some even peaking out of his waistband .

“there…matching,” you smile, holding his hand and leading him out of the alley. he watches you closely, are you not scared? his thumb brushes your hand for a moment, your hands really were cold, but also split at the knuckles.

you finally bring him to a small hotel, he doesn’t necessarily know why he follows inside. he has business he should probably attend too, but instead he wants to see where this is heading. he stands in the entrance as you go over to the front desk. his eyes watching as your skirt sticks high up under your perky ass, rising up as you lean over the front desk.

“just one room, please,” there’s a sudden swell rising in his chest when he sees the clerk man drag over your form, obviously eyeing your chest that was so so visible in your drenched shirt—

“here’s your key—“ you blink as you feel a grip suddenly around your shoulder, hand closing your jacket as the man snatches the key card from the clerk.

“oh, you angry or somethin, loser?” you mumble to him as you raise a brow at him, his hand still holding your jacket closed. he’s so strange.

“you’re fucking annoying,” he huffs, “not a loser. toji.” he lets go of you as he walks away from the desk man, not before sending him a glare that immediately had him pissing his pants. fucking gangsters.

you scratch your cheek as you take his hand again “whatever you say, loser.”

“toji,” he corrects through clenched teeth.

“to…” he looks at you. “…loser.” you lead his fussy ass to the room. once you arrive you open the room and hold for him to enter. so this was so you can sleep together? were you going to strip now, show off and ask for money? whatever…i guess he wouldn’t mind some sex right now. letting off some steam after a fight was always a good feeling. you didn’t look like an escort though, was this your first time, is this to pay for college as some side hustle? you didn’t look like you were going to ask for money. should he ask?

the small hand in his had his eyes wavering. no…it wouldn’t hurt to just sleep with someone for himself. especially if it was you—

“there you go,” you perk from the door. he looks over his shoulder seeing your hand extending the key card out to him. “so you’re not resting in some cold alley and getting yourself into more fights.” what’s happening?

“you—“

“I booked it for two nights, that’s all I have for now,” you let out an gentle laugh. “i have to go now. be good, though. don’t go making scary faces at everyone or you won’t have any friends. bye bye loser!” he was too stunned to say anything in return which allowed you time to escape before he had time to process.

he would’ve been grateful for this room if it was him a couple years ago. but after selling his innate talent for fighting in exchange for money, he could’ve just gone back to his well furnished apartment. yet, you didn’t even bother to ask him if he needed a place to sleep. maybe you didn’t want to embarrass him, or assume things? was it really just kindness? but it was hard to tell with your stubborn attitude.

however, when he went to the front desk to check out the next day, he found out you left the hotel room under your full government name. at first he thought it was too easy, but he guessed you really were just helping him.

y/n l/n…pretty.

nevertheless, as much as the man wanted to search for you, he didn’t have the time to go digging into some random girl’s life. as if he had any time for anything other than this life, if you can even call it that.

the nicotine circled his lungs before he exhaled out, dark lashes closing for a moment to savor the addicting sensation, before flicking the cigarette right before dodging the knife that was lunged at his face.

his fist colliding with bone, the snaps and cracks of the falling men ringing in his ears, gaze glanced unbothered at the splits decorating his knuckles with each jab. he wondered what you’d thought when you took his hand. you didn’t say a word. your hand took his like it was nothing at all, as if the blood didn’t also taint your hand. were his hands rough, disgusting…?

“can loser’s be gangster?” the sudden voice had the man looking up. the figure in the distance covered by the rain suddenly had his mind short circuiting. “your blood or no?” your lips pursed as you slid your lollipop to your right cheek.

“you live around here?” toji rubbed his temple, how is this happening again? coincidences cannot be that frequent.

“I think I have some money for food, not another room,” you take the lollipop from your lips. toji quirks a brow, taking a cigarette out only for the rain to remind him it wasn’t possible at the moment.

“you think I need yer allowance from daddy?” he snickers.

“i do.”

the man tsks, glaring at you. “go fuck off before you get lost,” what was he thinking? all he’s been doing was thinking about you and now that you were here it only confirmed, this was not something he needed—

“huh?” your nose scrunches in annoyance. “you sensitive or somethin? embarrassed to take money from a girl?” you roll your eyes and all the man could think was how cute you looked right now. he could almost laugh at your attitude, yet he also felt a stir to press back.

“i don’t have time to play with some college kid,” he brushed past you, unbothered by the steam that left your ears.

“whatever, like anyone would come and— hey! you’re walking away! hey!” your voice easily fell deaf compared to the loud thuds of the rain hitting the pavement and buildings. what did stop him was the group of men he walked past.

“I saw her come this way! I swear it, she quickly came rushing after her shift. she looked so hot in the cafe and when I found out she works there too! I’m going—“

“you? as if she’d open her legs for you. I told you to shut the fuck up and just stand and keep watch. how many fuckin times did I say I’d be the one that’ll take y/n’s sweet innocence—“ the words were immediately knocked out along with a couple teeth.

toji’s chest was suddenly heaving, blood pure red as it sizzled in his body, eyes completely dark. all he could see was red, wet dripping red.

“hey! why’d you run away! I said I’d get you food!” your voice suddenly rounding the corner had his eyes snapping back. he was unsure if the two men on the ground were even alive. “hey! loser!”

“why’re you always yapping ?” he suddenly appeared just as you turned the corner. his large frame covering the little incident behind him.

“huh? whatever, I forgive you so let’s go eat,” your soft hand easily slips into his rough ones like it was second nature. your lips moving as if you didn’t feel the blood that was tainting your clean ones, even if the rain easily washed it away.

“it’s okay,” toji ignores you as he drapes his coat over your shoulders.

“everyone’s staring at you,” his jaw clenches, but you misunderstood. heat suddenly crawling up your neck. there it was, again. you couldn’t explain it. he made you feel hot even when the rain was cold. is this normal?

toji sat across from you. his hand running through his wet hair, slicking back the long dark bangs that dripped on his face. his eyes never leaving you as you moved around in the booth. his cheek resting in his hand watching as you ordered for him. his brows pinched, noticing a small cut on your bottom lip.

“you’re not getting anything?” he voiced with a slight edge.

“I said my treat,” you take out another lollipop.

“that usually means you treat yourself and the guest,” his eyes half lidded as he notices your brow quirk and your arms cross, not before taking the lollipop out to wave around.

“now that doesn’t make any fucking sense,” you scoff, only causing toji to scoff in return, leaning back against the booth. his black dress shirt stretching across his big chest, material still wet from the rain only accentuating his big figure.

“don’t scoff.”

“I don’t think people that fight in rainy alleyways know what treating someone means,” you meet toji’s glare with your own.

“I can see your bra,” toji glances down at your chest, even though the jacket covered, you knew he’d already seen the wet silhouette of your body earlier.

“so?” you roll your eyes. “never seen one before?”

“don’t worry, princess, I’m used to taking them off,” toji sits up as the food arrives, smirking to himself at your flustered state.

“perve,” you mutter as the waitress leaves, but not before she makes eyes with your guest, who gives an easy laid back smile as if this sorta thing happens every day.

“if you want me to flirt with you, just say so,” toji takes a bite of the burger, his thumb wiping the sauce from the corner of his mouth, slipping it back in between his lips, sucking it clean. your legs unconsciously closed.

“I don’t need anymore of that,” you reply in distaste. suddenly grabbing the man’s attention.

“anymore?” he felt the sudden stir from earlier return. the men’s voices from the street echoing through his mind.

“do you like the food?” you’re leaning forward, smiling as he ate with no complaints. your finger coming up to your face as your eye closed as the other gave him the cutest fucking smile ever. “it’s okay to admit defeat again, loser. I know I have great taste in food.” you tease, but so fucking sweetly.

toji couldn’t stop his heart from beating a bit quicker than before. the air just abruptly leaving his lungs as he coughed aggressively, almost choking. the sight was something that sent his mind short circuiting.

“what happened there,” toji points to his own lip, calming himself a bit. you touch your lip, your eyes hesitant for a moment before your usual smile returns quickly.

“I was biting at the skin…exam season,” it was hard to tell, especially as you laughed oh so lightly he could almost faint, yet your body stood up. ready to return the jacket and leave, that is until a large hand wraps around your own cold one as you stood beside his booth. you felt your body heat up like a fire burning under your skin.

“don’t like owing someone twice,” he mutters, retracting his hand. you feel the paper in your palm. “keep the jacket.”

you left. again.

he did owe you, that’s why he gave you his number. there was no other reason for that. was he going to admit that maybe he was worried. maybe the sudden loss of control he had in the alleyway scared him. that the thought of this ‘not being a first’ kept him up at night. what job? what happened to your lip? what was bothering you?

he didn’t know you. but he answered every unknown number. every call that could be a spam risk, every single one until it was finally your voice that rung into his ear.

“why did you give me your number?” the rain made it a little hard to make out your voice, but he could manage. it was probably the one voice he’d be able to hear even if it was miles away.

“why did you call?” he could sense the hesitation on your end. should he push you— “where—“

“the bus stop,” your location was easily given to him and his body was already turning his motorcycle around, cars honking as he swerved around. he didn’t need any explanation nor did you feel the need to give one. your heart was beating a bit too quickly, a mix of feelings circling inside.

the roar of the motorcycle was covered by the late night traffic bustle. but he could make you out, along with the three other men that stood a bit too close even as you continued to shuffle away from them and yell at them to stop. his grip almost broke his bike’s handles. the rain drenched your clothes through. body shivering as the water dripped from the ends of your little skirt, shirt stuck to your body as your arms hugged your chest for some warmth.

“cmon, we spent the night let’s continue this date sugar—“ distracted one of the man’s hand slowly crawled up— just then a motorcycle suddenly stopped in front of the bus stop.

“you’re pretty fast,” your smile almost broke his heart. the relief that swept your features, the forced smile that reached your sunken eyes, fuck! your shoulder still tense, your grip still tight on your bag had toji’s chest clenching. the men that were surrounding you, immediately stumbling back at the appearance of the big scary looking gangster on the motorcycle.

“nothing I can’t handle,” toji teased back, teeth peaking as he gave you a grin, he took off his helmet watching your pretty lashes flutter from the pouring rain, eyes rimmed red. he couldn’t stop himself anymore. his hand reached out, cupping your cold cheeks letting his hands warm you up as you looked up at him, breath stopping.

“hey, who is this—“ one of the men had the courage to step forward, but toji was just quicker, pulling you into his firm chest, arm circling your shoulder as he suddenly took the role of your protector.

“don’t fucking look at her,” your fingers tightened around his shirt unconsciously, his voice was deep, if looks could kill….. toji immediately pulled away, unzipping his coat and putting it over your shoulders, zipping the big jacket as your arms went inside. that immediately grabbed the men’s attention as they noticed the intricate tattoos that decorated the man’s thick arms.

“ever been on one?” toji teased, pulling an extra helmet out of the seat and placing your bag inside as he helped you clip it on.

“you think I’m some lame nerd?” you scoff a bit too sarcastically.

“nerd isn’t the word, not when you’re running into dark alleys alone and picking fights with gangsters,” he sits on the bike, extending a hand to help you behind him. “i know you’re a tough one.”

“so you admit you’re a gangster!” you shout standing up on the bike.

“don’t shout! and sit down!” toji scolds, gripping your thigh. “hold onto me!”

“don’t yell!” you immediately yell back, yet your arms circle his firm waist, hugging him close, pressing your chest against his back.

“I’ll kick you off!” toji huffs, only to curse himself once he feels your arms only tighten at his words. should he be yelling at you right now, but he can’t help it.

“you’re so grumpy, that’s why you’re always fighting,” you scoff, toji can feel your eyes rolling, which only has his lips curling up. you weren’t that easy to break. cute.

once he began driving, your words slowly fizzled away. now your body was the only thing that spoke to him how you were feeling. he felt your hand grasping his drenched shirt when he’d go a bit faster. his hand would go to your exposed thigh at stop lights, gently rubbing the skin in reassurance. his jaw clenches when he felt your body trembling from the cold.

“you’re not gonna tell me where to take you?” toji rubbed gentle but firm circles against your wet thigh as you held him closer burying your face against his back. “loss for words?” no response. “….that’s a first.”

he didn’t need much after that. he didn’t understand why he knew what to do, but it almost felt like he understood you. understood you enough to know that you’d feel comfortable when he parked his bike in the unfamiliar parking lot. his fingers drifting to your thigh again.

“gonna hold me all night?” he jokes, but he maneuvers off the bike, unclipping your helmet pulling it off with his. your eyes are casted down, toji felt his chest tighten. he didn’t like seeing your face so sullen. what was going on? he knew absolutely nothing about this girl.

“is this where you live?” you brush the strands that stuck to your face, all messed up from the rain and the helmet pressing it.

“were you expecting some box under a bridge?” he helps you off the bike, practically lifting you off the bike and placing you in front of him. your eyes gaze up at him, breath warm as you tried to calm your beating heart. there were too many things going through your mind, you couldn’t even respond to his comment. instead you opted on following him into the building.

“wanna talk about it?” toji cringes at his own words. talk about it? since when has he spared anyone his ear…ever?

“no,” you’re still holding his arm, staying close behind him as he maneuvers around his spacious apartment, picking up some leftover garbage lying around.

“you hungry, then? I can order some—“ his breath hitched.

“don’t wanna,” you’re suddenly pressing your face to his back, arms circling his torso catching him off guard. he couldn’t wrap his head around you. a missing piece was dangling in the rain and he just needed that one piece to put you together. yet here you are.

“don’t wanna?” he felt your fingers grip his shirt. he could feel your body trembling against his. “can ya talk to me?” he’s getting a bit frustrated now. turning around in your hold, you bite the inside of your cheek as his hand brushes your cheek, forcing you meet his gaze. his eyes seem a bit feral, desperate to hear anything.

you’re silent.

“fuck, y/n,” he swears, he takes a deep breath calming himself. soon noticing the way your body is trembling. “you’re gonna catch a cold,” he takes your hand, leading you into the bedroom.

he waits outside until you step out in some dry clothes. the sweats were big, but the sweater felt so cozy. it smells like him, your body seems to relax as toji dries your hair, he felt uneasy not hearing your annoying voice.

“what’s this?” toji’s voice was low, thumb brushing the bruised skin on your shoulder, his fingers slid to push the collar down only for your hand to stop him.

“you’re really not gonna say shit?” he pushes, what else can he do? he picked you up, brought you to his home, gave you clothes…was it so bad to ask what the fuck is going on, especially now??

“it’s none of your business,” you snap, fingers gripping your his sweater. “you don’t hear me asking about your gangster fights or whatever.”

“that’s all you ask about,” he deadpans.

your cheeks puff out. “i can just leave,” you move to stand up, only to get pulled back by the mysterious man, your body falling in his lap, as he holds you close.

“did I say you can leave?” his evergreen eyes seemed too much to handle as you looked away. “you can stay,” he rubs your back soothingly, his voice deep, clear he’s had his own long day.

“i…” your voice fizzles as you bow your head, jaw clenched as your fist tightened. “thank you,” your throat feels dry. “thank you,” your voice hitches.

“yeah, yeah,” toji sighs, accepting your broken self as he pulls you to his chest, knowing you were desperate to keep composure in front him so he allowed you to bury your face in his chest. “you’re one fucking piece of work,” he sighs, stroking your back soothingly as he brushed the back of your head, trying to compose his own helplessness as your body shook quietly.

he hadn’t even realized the night came to end until his phone started going off like in the next morning. he groaned, turning over, just to hit the ground with a loud thud.

“fuck,” he sits up, cranky attitude looking around to see himself in the living room. the events of last night slowly flooding back. he hadn’t even realized he’d knocked out holding you. “y/n?” he rubbed his face, only to hear his phone again. groaning once more as he looked around for his cellphone.

“what is it?” he snaps sharply, standing up as he rubs his chest under his sweater, yawning as his feet pad to the bedroom. his eyes scanning the room. he searches the entire apartment, only to sit back in the kitchen, call ending.

where the fuck did you disappear too?

his thumb hovered over your number. would you even answer? his jaw clenched, fuck! he has to deal with some business first. he’ll call you later.

your jaw was locked, body completely tense with fury. your breath was shaky as you felt a hand brush your leg.

“what’s wrong, honey? i won’t give you another tip if I don’t see you drink with me,” your customer sat in the booth with you, sitting a bit too close for your liking as his colleagues also littered the table.

“sorry, sir, if you’ll excuse me, I just need to run to the ladies room,” you felt his grip on your wrist. your entire body reacting, only for your face to relax as you forced the instinctive smile that had every customer swooning. “I’ll only be a minute,” you reassure.

“I’ll be waiting for you, sugar.” you shuffle through the loud atmosphere, passing by other hostesses and drunk grabby customers, until you made it to the stairs, moving up quickly. your fist was colliding with the door at the end of the hall.

“you promised I didn’t have to come in today,” your chest is heaving, desperately trying to keep composure. your boss sits behind his desk, the tension felt suffocating as he glared up at you.

“that was our deal, but when you throw drinks on customers, the night cancels out,” he refers to the incident last night.

“they were touching me! that’s against the rules!” you snap, completely furious. the loud crash of the boss’s chair startled you. his grip was painful on your jaw.

“every other bitch lets their fucking customers touch them except you,” he seethes. “you’re fucking lucky I gave you this job. be grateful for what you have!” he seemed more angry than usual, but that didn’t mean you were going to hold back any punches either. which seemed to be your mistake.

“your interest increases every week, if you don’t want next month’s payment raised, you’re going to fucking take these vip customers,” he seethes, ushering in some security.

“I have a booth right now,” you snap back, only to get cut off by the stinging in your cheek. he lets out a deep breath. at least he wasn’t wearing rings this time, you think, brushing a hand where he’d just slapped you.

“don’t fucking talk back to me. they’ll fuck off and you’ll take these ones. my men like the young ones, and sadly you’re one of the three that’s working tonight,” the old bastard lights a cigarette. “Don’t worry, sweets, you won’t be alone; and I’ll be joining in a bit.”

you felt your stomach churn, you couldn’t think. your brain pounding the back of your skull as you were escorted by the security to the vip room. you held your stomach, calming yourself, not able to afford an increase in your shitty debt. even though you were supposed to be working at the delivery service tonight, this still paid more, so suck it up!

“Ah yes, come in darling,” your knock was welcomed with a booming voice. you slid the door, stepping in, eyes on the ground as you immediately bow, introducing yourself with a gorgeous little smile.

“I’m happy to be one of your hostess for the night, I hope I can do my best to serve you all—“ you straighten up, only to feel your entire world stop….you could practically hear your heart dropping, body running stone fucking cold.

the deep forest eyes were dark as night.

“is everything alright, darling?” one of the men spoke, catching your attention as you turned, breaking into your smile as you gave an light laugh. the six men and two hostesses sat on the tatami mat on the raised platform around the center table, drinks already littering the place.

“of course, my apologies,” your sweet smile had the men around the table swooning as they immediately forgave you. “come join us here.” the same man made room for you. the two other hostesses already sitting beside some—

a drink suddenly slammed on the table, starling the hostesses and men. your eyes met once again. you felt a cold sweat break out.

“sit here,” toji. you gulped, nibbling on the inside of your cheek.

“c’mon toji, we’re all here for good time!” one of them had the courage to speak up, laughing as he had his legs spread. the four other men agreeing as they coddled up with the other two women.

“are you asking me to repeat myself?” his words seemed to cut like ice, immediately silencing the table. “sweetheart,” you felt your breath hitch, you had used an alias when introducing yourself just now, he knew it was bs. you bit back your tongue as you stepped out of your shoes and walked onto the platform around the table, before taking a seat down beside the man. “how was your morning?”

your mind was moving too fast for you to keep up. this was so humiliating, was it because you didn’t want this life colliding with the other? or was it because you felt so degrading being seen in this kind of place? but then again, you had no idea who this man is. why do you care what he thinks?

the table seemed to ease once toji started speaking to you as they returned to their conversations and drinking games.

“what’re you doing?” his voice close to your ear, it sent a chill down your body. he was leaning on his arm behind you, practically brushing his face in your hair as he spoke.

“serving you,” you smile with your face, eyes closing a bit as you force yourself to get through this night. but all you could think was what was he doing here? you didn’t want him to be like everyone else? you definitely had a different image of him that you were feeding yourself. did you really think he was different?

“y/n—“ your body tensed immediately.

“don’t say my name,” you snap under your breath.

“then fucking answer me,” the hushed whispers received some glances from the men sitting close by. toji didn’t care, especially when he noticed the slight bruise on your cheek.

“what’s this,” his fingers brush the bruise.

“don’t touch me,” you speak through clenched teeth, turning away from him, chest rising as you feel the room start to close in on you. this was too overwhelming.

“let’s talk business men!” your boss immediately yells as he steps into the room. the men standing to greet him immediately, toji remained sitting.

“boss, we’ve ran through the data and I think it’d be wise to expand our reach to shinjuku,” one of the men starts rambling, but all you could hear was the boss. did these men work for that bastard? toji looked down, eyes narrowing at your shoulders tensing.

“hold on,” toji picks up his drink, arm resting on his knee perched up. “I couldn’t give a fuck about your expansion. we had a deal, so let’s talk about that shit first, then you can beg me for another fuck job,” your brows pinched. you didn’t want to be here. you couldn’t keep your composure, it was difficult at times, but you usually pushed through. but this time around, this time, it felt like new scars being made, why was your heart hurting?

their voices blurred in the back of your mind. your eyes blank as you stared at the table. hearing toji’s voice close to you, your boss talking, the men around the table. how much longer do you have to live like this? what’s the point in being here? you’ll be dead before you can pay off this shitty debt your uncle left you. should you give up? working this job, working four more, barely getting any sleep? what kind of life is this? but what about your dreams? don’t you have ideals? you can give up? is there a life after this? is it even possible—

“you seem agitated toji, you don’t think I’ll go back on my word do you?” your boss grins, shining his gold teeth with a laugh.

“I need to use the restroom,” you suddenly stand up, immediately catching toi’s attention, hand coming to yours only for you to pull away. you quickly make your way to the exit stepping off the platform, until a hand tightens around your wrist, a yelp escaping.

“sit your fucking ass down, bitch,” your boss sneers, his grip on you making you wince in pain.

“i need to use the bathroom,” you whisper through clenched teeth, blood boiling, but the entire room is staring.

“you have customers, sit back with mr. zenin,” he was a hefty old man, probably three times your size, so his grip felt like it was about to snap your wrist in half.

“I’ll take her with me,” toji’s grip was tight on the boss, causing him to let go with an embarrassing whimper. your wrist sore as toji pulled you away from the man, arm around your shoulders. the boss looking up with a raised brow.

“they’re hostesses, not escorts zenin,” your boss looks at you. “as much as she looks like one…besides her shift isn’t over. you don’t need to step in—“

“I’ll take my payment as her,” you felt your heart stop. what is he thinking? buying you so easily? “this is my last time working with you. these shit delays in payments is fucking embarrassing.”

“waste of good money,” your boss scoffs, glaring down at you, before brushing off the private hire and turning back to continue his business.

“what the fuck is wrong with you!” you snap, the early night breeze sent goosebumps down your exposed arms. you winced now feeling the bruise on your wrist.

“you couldn’t tell me this? really?!” as if the man was going to hold back from yelling at you. “tell me! he gave you that cut on your lip and those fucking bruises, right?” he was practically seething. his teeth could draw blood from how hard he was struggling to keep it together.

“I’m not saying shit, so just leave it alone,” you huff, turning on your heel.

“y/n!” his hand mistakenly takes your bruised wrist causing your body to wince as you yelp in pain.

“let go!” you shout. “everyone’s always fucking touching me!”

“did he break it?” his grip loosens, but he still holds it to check.

“it’s fine,” your tremble, holding your wrist to your chest. “it’s probably just sprained.”

“do you trust me?” toji had to calm down right now, but it was difficult. it really fucking was.

“no,” you answer bluntly, eyes narrowing at his as he glares back.

“well, trust me.”

“that’s not how it works,” you look up at him as he steps forward, hand cupping your face again, eyes looking at the small bruise ghosting your cheekbones. you hated that you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away. why was his touch okay?

“that’s how this is going to work,” he’s speaking much softer right now, and you feel the warmth around your shoulders. another coat….asshole, he knows what he’s doing.

“hey!” the shout has you looking over your shoulder, toji also checking in the distance, both noticing the three men charging down the street. “you fucking bitch! ya had us kicked out?! for what?!” you immediately recognized your table from earlier that night. “I fucking paid for you, so I’m getting my fucking moneys worth—“

the moment he came into reach, toji pulled you into his chest, back pressed against him as his hand came up covering your eyes. your breath hitched, “close your eyes, y/n.”

toji easily swinging directly at the guys face. you heard the grunts and the movement from toji as he held you close.

your cheeks were flushed as you pushed him away. “close my eyes?” your cheeks puffed, eyes locked on his. “I told you stop fighting!”

toji felt his heart almost beat out of his chest as he looked at your flustered expression.

“cmon let’s go,” your hand once again easily slips into his, leading him away from the mess you didn’t bother to look it.

“you live pretty close,” toji steps into your little apartment, the door needing to be pushed a bit harder to close.

“well, it’s because the old bastard found it for me,” you spit, going over to the kitchen “needed me close by,” you pull out some bandages. toji immediately comes over grabbing the supplies from you and pulling you to sit on the couch as he kneeled on the ground. “I can do it—“

“you’ve got one hand,” he snaps back, you huff looking away with an annoyed pout. he found it pretty easy to move you around how he pleased, tying the bandage tight on your wrist, causing you to wince. “it has to be tight.”

“I didn’t say anything,” you roll your eyes again, toji looks from under his long dark lashes. you were leaning back against the couch, knees closed as your dress sat bunched up on your flush thighs, your brows furrowed—

“can you tell me now?” he’s now holding your hand gently, fingers grazing your own as he sits at your feet. his own eyes seemed to be filled with concern? your stomach swarmed with butterflies, seeing this big man on his knees—you look away.

“what part of it’s none of your business— do you not understand?” you meet his eyes again, only to see them darken. your skin felt hot, mouth dry as you licked your lips. “just because we’ve met a couple times doesn’t mean we’re friends.”

“why’d you buy me food then? the motel room?” he presses.

you scoff, “i was just throwing cash.”

“you don’t look to be in a position where you can afford that kind of spending,” you roll your eyes, heat crawling up your ears from embarrassment.

“you don’t know shit, I’m an impulsive spender,” you shrug, crossing your legs.

“but can’t afford to buy yourself new shoes?” his calloused hands glide down your calve, brushing your anklet as he lifts your foot up, displaying the worn out heels.

“I couldn’t find any other ones like these…they’re my favorite,” you lie, as toji hums.

“you do look very pretty in them,” his fingers glide down your foot, his other hand pulling the shoe off. you feel your breath start to stagger. eyes wavering as you watch his hands glide to your other foot, taking off the other heel.

“have some kinda foot kink or something,” you roll your eyes, trying to calm your beating heart.

“you like cracking jokes,” he lifts your foot, placing it on his shoulder as he leans close, lips pressing against the inside of your ankle. he slowly begins to lean in, pressing wet kisses up your soft leg, until your knee was bent over his shoulder, his warm hands stroking your thighs, before they held your waist. his body pressed close to you.

“toji,” his dark green eyes never leave your own. watching your lips part just a bit as you take a deep breath, your working hand covering your face, too embarrassed to look at him.

“I thought you weren’t an escort,” he clicks his tongue.

“don’t be mean,” you look at him, his eyes still on you. “what?” you were growing more and more embarrassed.

“nothing,” he shrugs, fingers still brushing your leg, the other rubbing your side. he hasn’t even done anything, yet you felt like he was surrounding you. you’ve only known how scary it was, but it was him—and it felt okay.

“you’re looking at me like that.”

“like what?” he raised a brow.

“like, you know!” you’re growing annoyed.

“like I wanna fuck you?” your breath hitched. his grin already splitting his face, tongue swiping at his scar as he sees your stunned expression. “isn’t that what you were saying.”

“I didn’t say it like that,” you snap, embarrassed.

“that’s what you meant though,” he leans closer to you, his breath fanning close to your lips as your cheeks darken. “tell me what you meant, then.”

“i dunno,” he’s so close! your mind was scrambled. he was doing this on purpose!

“you can’t answer me now?” his lips press against your bruised cheek, his chest tight at the small wince, he moves down to your jaw kissing you again, now under your ear, your neck, your chin, your body was squirming, you’ve never experienced something like this, you couldn’t help but let your fingers move up his neck, holding the back of his head as he sucked and panted, almost laying on you.

“are you scared?” his breath was fanning against your ear. your finger still tangled in his hair, one leg hooked in his arm, but the other unconsciously spreading as it was propped up on the couch. you shake your head. “you lying?”

“I’m not,” you mumble, holding his head close, almost hugging him.

“what do you want me to do?” his tongue laps at your ear, your head tilting as you squirm.

“you’re taking advantage of me,” you mutter, toji hums.

“why do you think so?” he sucks another bruise on your neck as you whimper.

“you’re obsessed with me after I buy you a meal and give you shelter. that’s what stalkers do,” he suddenly break into a laugh.

“if I remember you pulled me to those places!” he’s laughing hysterically.

“I was being nice,” you let go of his hair, rolling your eyes.

“really?” his voice suddenly serious. you held your breath. “why did you come down that alley?”

“what do you mean?” your voice is low.

“you say you hate fighting, but you walked into an alley full of bleeding men, some dead, and yet you sat in front of me?” you look away for a moment.

“i was checking if you were alright—“

“don’t!” the sudden rise in his voice startled you. “don’t lie to me,” he calms. he looks down, your bandaged hand resting on the couch. “you saw me fighting, right?”

your chest was rising, lips parting, but you look away. your eyes were glossed over. “it doesn’t matter—“

“you wanted my help, didn’t you?” the slight hesitation in your eyes immediately told him.

“help with what?”

“just ask me,” his lips return to your cheek, lips close to your ear.

“ask what?” you sigh, struggling to hold back. your free hand was tight on his shirt.

“ask me,” he presses again, “ask,” he chants in your ear, littering your face with his feather like kisses, unbothered as he feels the small trickle of your tears kissing his lips.

is it okay? is it okay if you ask? would it be possible to see a future? to live a life instead of surviving. are you allowed too? he was scary, but you were never scared of him….

“save…me…” that’s all he needed.

“of course,” his lips crash into yours. more tears flow down your cheeks as he opens your lips for his tongue, deepening the kiss. it was so wet, his lips were desperate as he kissed you with everything. your lips parting, panting as he continued to play with your tongue, you did your best to keep up, which he found adorable. immediately understanding how skilled he was in comparison. but you didn’t care, not one fucking bit.

your eyelashes kissed your cheek as he watched you with half-lidded eyes as his tongue stuck out once he pulled away, smiling when you obediently copied him. his tongue kissed yours. your lips wet with his spit as he closed the space again. his body moving up, lips still locked with yours as you felt him moving. you pulled away to look up.

“where’re you goin?” your hand is tight on his collar.

“now you can’t let me go?” he teases, pulling his shirt off, that you hadn’t noticed had some blood on it.

“I wanna kiss some more,” you pout under your breath. his eyes snap to you, practically seeing hearts as he grabs your face with both hands and kisses you hard.

your whines are muffled as you squirm, holding his wrist. he’s slowly leaning you down on the couch only for you to push him back.

“what’re you—“ toji stops as he watches you crawl on his lap, hand stroking his cheek as you lean to kiss him. god she’s so fucking cute! he almost screams. arm wrapping around your waist as he rubs your side, hugging you as you play with him. you were absolutely drunk on this man’s lips, every few seconds you pull away to catch your breath, your thumb caressing his scar for a few moment. lips just millimeters apart so toji can just tilt his head and graze your wet lips.

your eyes almost sparkle as he sticks his tongue out waiting for you. his free hand trailing up your dress, pushing the material up so he can feel the globes of your ass, squeezing the flesh. you let his hands wander as yours stay in his hair or hold his face kissing him like there’s no tomorrow.

“you gonna let me eat ya out?” he pants, almost out of breath with how much you’re kissing him. his lips a bit swollen making them all pink, matching yours.

“want it inside me,” you kiss him again. toji raises a brow, eyes looking at you as he caresses your ass.

“what’s your experience, sweetheart?” toji mumbles, easily pulling your dress off, your hands going up to help, before quickly returning to him. your fingers touch his scar, smiling at the pinkish swell from how much you were kissing him.

“none,” you kiss his scar, sighing as you kiss it again and again as toji rocks his bulge against your clothed heat, pulling you higher up his lap as you sigh.

“then I needa open you open, pretty girl,” he grunts as he finally gets some friction after being hard the entire time you guys were making out.

“I don’t wanna,” you pull your panties off, before getting back on his lap, tongue inside his mouth as he groans, his hand moving down to cup your wet heat, his eyes almost closing at how much you were dripping.

“fuck, you’re leaking,” you whimper as he rubs his thick fingers through your folds, your lips on his cheeks panting from the subtle touches, until you pull away.

“i want you to fuck me now,” you start to unbuckle his belt, tossing it to the side, desperate to get his pants down.

“it’s gonna hurt if you don’t let me stretch you,” he holds your hand trying to slow you down. “you can’t rush this.”

“I’m not. I’ve waited forever for this,” you huff, finally getting his pants down just enough to pull his boxers down for his hefty length to spring free.

“It’ll hurt—“ your lips cut him off, again. whining on his lap as you push his pants down to his thighs but struggling. his arm wrap around your waist as he stands up. your body immediately holding him so you don’t fall. “fucking impatient,” toji grunts, kicking his last articles of clothing until he’s bare. you don’t waste a moment to latch your lips back onto him. he hums, squeezing your ass before giving it a hard spank.

“I wanna put it inside,” you whine, tugging his hair, waiting impatiently for him to sit back down.

“can’t give me a fucking please, just gonna whine like a brat?”

“ya,” you huff, licking his jaw, as he sits back on the couch facing the full length mirror. what was he expecting? every interaction you’ve had together was always a push and pull. he plops down resting his back as he holds onto your ass giving it light spank, informing you.

“let me open you,” he tries another time, but you just push his shoulders, leaning back as you stare down at his thick cock.

“ ‘s fine,” you mutter, biting your lip as you start to get jittery, toji clicks his tongue, spitting in his hand first and bringing it down to his dick. “wait I want it inside—“

“common sense baby, lemme just make it wet so it doesn’t hurt,” he cuts you, grabbing his heavy cock and stroking himself. you watch in amazement, pupils dilating at the sight of toji jerking off, his cock only growing in size, especially with how you’re looking at him (but that wasn’t to your knowledge).

“don’t cum,” you order, seeing his pants get a little heavier.

“so bossy, fucking brat,” he gives your ass a slap, letting go of his dick. “let’s see what you got,” toji looks over at the mirror behind you. watching as you lift your ass up. “don’t hurt yerself.”

“I just slip it inside?” you ask, holding his tip making him grip you tighter from the unexpected swipe you give at his leaking slit.

“ya, then just slowly sit down on it,” he holds your ass apart, eyes locked on the mirror, looking at his cock brushing your wet pussy, already leaking onto him.

“right here?” you pant gently, his tip pushing at your little hole.

“ya, right there, pretty girl,” he squeezes your ass, as you unconsciously hold your breath, trying to sit down on him. “you’re too tight,” toji grits, your eyes half lidded as you barely get his tip in.

“let me do it,” you huff, almost out of breath just by trying to push his tip in. toji spreads his legs further apart, causing your own to spread some more, gripping his shoulders for balance. he’s slowly starting to loose patience as you barely go down, only teasing his tip as you whimper in his shoulder.

“you haven’t even got the tip in,” he swears giving your ass a slap as you latch your lips onto him.

“I’m trying,” you mumble, lost in his lips to not notice his hand rubbing down your ass until he was lifting you off his tip and instead sinking in his finger. “ahh,” your body pressed forward, breath catching in your throat.

“arching your back like a good girl,” toji laughs, pumping his fingers inside you causing your voice to raise a pitch. “squeezing my fingers so tight.”

“I want your dick,” you choke out, eyes rolling back as your body moved with each pump of his fingers, his other hand caressing the arch of your back, before stroking the back of your head.

“can’t take it if you’re all tight and nervous,” he swears, hearing the squelching of your wet pussy as he fucked his fingers faster, curling them against the gummy walls.

“toji don’t wanna cu—uh! please!” your voice was breaking as you whined and moaned, drooling on his chest as your body slid to arch even more for his hand.

“such a fucking slut, you like my fingers in ya?” he groans as he turns you over so you’re laying across his lap. “lemme get a look at this dirty pussy,” he spreads your ass as you arch some more for him. his pupils dilate at the sight.

“put it in now…want it,” you whine again, only to receive a harsh slap, your body jumping as you grip the couch. “toji!” you cry, breath hitching as you feel your other orgasm coming.

“stop the fucking whining or you won’t get anything,” he leans down, burying his face behind you, tongue lapping at your drenched pussy.

“ahh! what’re you—you’re hngh ahh!” your body’s trembling as he holds your pretty ass apart, your back arching to the max as he sucks your clit into his lips. “toji!”

he hums at your cries, your legs trembling.

“like spreading your legs for me?” he laughs, pulling away to watch your whines grow louder, you had absolutely no control in your voice. “too dumb to use your words?”

“you’re so annoying!” you huff, cheek pressing against the couch as you look back at him, brows pinched together — he could almost faint at how adorable you looked. instead he opted to give your pussy a harsh slap. your eyes rolling back as you yelped.

“what’d you say?” he waits for your reply as you catch your breath.

“said…” you’re panting. “said….you’re being a fucking….prick,” tears swell in your eyes at the slap. he was impressed you didn’t stutter. your body was burning as you unconsciously arched some more allowing him to get better access to your glistening pussy.

“dirty fucking girl,” he pulls your cheeks apart, tongue swiping at his scar as he leans down, spitting directly on your pussy causing you to moan. “so cute,” he couldn’t stop the words from slipping past his lips. especially with your pretty pussy shaking at the feeling of his spit sliding inside you. he easily dove back in, fingers pumping another orgasm from you.

“toj—jiii uh uh pleaseee,” you’re squirming as you cream around his fingers, desperately trying to catch your breath as you feel his lips latch back onto your heat licking you up.

“what is it, babygirl?” you’re trying to twist around, arm extending out for him as you lay on your side. “so needy,” he cooes, huge body crawling up allowing your arms to wrap around his shoulders pulling him down to your lips.

you hum in satisfaction, eyes fluttering as you play with his tongue. you’ve never tasted yourself, but his lips and chin and even nose was drenched in you. you’re hugging him close, whining in his mouth as his teeth bite down on your bottom lip.

“think you can take me now?” he swipes his cock between your folds, teasing your clit as he grips your jaw. “gonna be a good girl?”

“I’m always good,” you reply, tongue hanging out for him which he follows for his thumb to glide inside your mouth, rubbing down on your tongue.

“are you know? where’d you get that idea?” he taunts, his dark green eyes following the movement of your lips enclosing around his thumb. you were humming, practically purring when his other hand caressed your cheek. “fuck me,” he shivers at your confident submission.

your eyes flutter arms resting on the couch over your head, pretty tits nice a perky for him. toji pulls his thumb out, holding your chin as he pulls your lip down, lolling your tongue out. he hums in satisfaction, tilting your head up as he lits a glob of spit fall into your mouth.

your cheeks burst, eyes closing as you audibly whimper. he easily manhandles your body so you were folded in half, pumping his dick aggressively as he watches you swallow his spit in time to feel him pushing his tip inside your tight leaking hole.

“ah fuck, you’re still tight,” your back arches, head thrown back as he pushes inside you, your eyes rolling back. “fuck,” toji laps at your perky nipples, latching his lips as you suddenly start panting, hands pulling his face.

“wai—wait! ahh uh toji! wait!” your eyes are filled with tears and your face is burning with embarrassment at the reaction to him barely inside you.

“you were begging for it, and now you’re crying about the tip?” he grunts pushing further in, his hands planted on the couch beside your head, your legs over his shoulders as you hold his face.

“it’s—ah!” your lashes flutter, lips parting as drool slips out. “kiss me,” your wish was his command. his lips crash into yours, swallowing your pathetic little cries. fingers digging in his hair as pulls his hips back, and slamming them back in. he feels your tears coat his face as he slowly but surely pushes his hefty cock into your squelching cunt.

“did ya just cum, pretty?” he pulls away as you shiver, burying your face in his neck as you cry. your lips pressed open mouthed kisses. you were squeezing him so fucking well.

“more, want more,” you babble, and surely you feel your body being hoisted as he sits upright, turning you around and hooking his arms under your legs. he easily picks up up, standing as his dick goes back in and starts thrusting into your drenched cunt.

“this what you want?” he groans as you grab at his forearms, nails digging into his flesh as your moans get higher and higher with each snap of his hips. “you lookin at yourself, pretty?” his lips press against your ear, watching your eyes flutter open to look at the mirror in front of you.

“to—oji—“ your face flushes as he moves closer, fucking you in front of the mirror watching your glistening pussy suck in his fat dick as your juices flowed down his balls and thighs. you turned your face, looking away.

“what’s wrong, getting shy now?” he clicks his tongue, leaning to bite your cheek, unbothered as he easily handles you to lift you up and down his impressive size.

“ahhh! ji—ung uhh—“ you could no longer form words, growing dumber and dumber as the sounds of his cock squelching inside your wet insides sent your mind fuzzy.

you couldn’t open your eyes, you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it if your eyes open. toji raised a brow as you moaned and cried in his neck.

“sweetheart,” your breath hitched as you felt him lift you higher, his tip just barely inside you as he fully pulled out. “open your eyes!” he accentuates his final words by dropping your entire weight down and pushing his full entire length inside you.

“ahhhhh!” your scream pierced the air as you immediately felt your insides snap.

“shit,” toji is laughing in your ear as he doesn’t stop his movements, arms flexing as his fingers dig into your under thighs. “who knew you were a squirter,” your eyes are blurry from your tears. “do it again,” he commands, “and watch closely this time,” his voice was deep it sent shivers down your spine as you tried to blink the tears away to look.

“your little hole is all red from how much I’m moving in and out, see,” your eyes look at the mirror at where you’re connected. and of course, your pussy hole was red. “taking my dick like a big girl,” he grins, as you flush at his words. “squeezing me whenever I bottom out, inside you princess.”

just as he bottoms out again, your pussy unconsciously squeezes him earning a shit eating grin from him. “see? you’re pretty cute sucking me in,” he cooes in your ear as you squeeze his arms. “so shameless shaking your pussy for me earlier,” he clicks his tongue. “it’d be a shame if I didn’t show you how cute this little cunt is.”

“hhngh—ahh don’t wanna see—“ you whimper, too overstimulated by his words as you pant, tears running down your flushed cheeks. this feels so good! “ ‘s —ahhh deep— filling me up!”

“ungh fuckk—“ toji groans, jaw clenching as he feels your pussy squeezing him unbelievably tight. “you really like this mirror thing, huh?”

“ngh! ahhhh oji—uhhh, uh uh—“ you’re eyes are crossing as you drool feeling your body build up, you felt him deep in your insides kissing your cervix harshly ; you were going to pass out.

with another snap of his hips, you felt him so deep your body snapped, back arching away from his chest as your pussy squirted.

“hngh!” toji audibly groans, unexpectedly shooting his heavy thick load inside you. you’re clenching his cock, panting as you whimper.

“fuck,” he bites at your shoulder, muffling his groans as he spurts more and more cum deep inside you. “fucking squeezing me to death, pretty girl,” he pants, your head turning as your hand comes up to his cheek, moving his face to meet your lips.

his body immediately melts, still holding you up as you devour his lips. moaning and shaking as his cum slides down his cock to his frothy base of cream. the mirror dirty from your own surprised squirt.

you don’t even feel him sitting back on the couch until he’s picking you up to turn you around, only for his load to slide out of your swollen pussy. your eyes cross as he pushes back inside you once your facing him, legs on top his thighs as you lift your body up.

“there ya go, keep going, pretty angel.” his head falls back, relaxing his muscles for a moment as he slaps your pretty ass.

“good—‘s good toji—feels uh uh uh—“ your nails dig into his shoulders as you ride his big cock, pat pat pat the sounds in the small apartment were lewd. squelching and unbothered with making a bigger mess as more of him spilled out the faster you tried to bounce.

“so much stamina, good girl,” he spreads your ass watching your back arch into his chest as you bite his neck, arms circling his neck as you kiss him some more.

“toji,” you pant into his lips, it was the only thing you could think of, the only thing you could say, the only thing you wanted—toji!

he was suddenly pounding into you from behind. you didn’t even remember him moving to the bedroom. kneeling behind your ass he ruts into you. your grip tight around the sheets as it soaked your dumb tears.

“making a mess, ungh cumming everywhere,” toji grunts, slapping your ass as you fuck your hips back into his. “squirting on the mirror, the couch,” he grunts, head tilting back. “good fucking girl—fuck!—gonna fuck you all night,” he leans over your body, hand holding yours as he kisses your cute flushed cheek full of tears.

“toji! wan’ more cumm—ah—“ you’re just babbling at this point, nothing coherent anymore as toji feels his stomach constrict, kissing your cheek and sweaty shoulder as he starts moaning loudly.

“fucking you dumb, can’t even finish yer sentence, huh?” your eyes roll back at his filthy words. it’s been hours of fucking you, he was surprised how long he was going for as his body tingled from the overstimulation. but you were just doing so fucking good for him, he can’t remember the last time he’s had such a good fucking girl.

“shit, you can still squirt, baby,” toji breaks composure for a moment as he feels you gushing around him. “I’m gonna spill everything—hngh—“ a loud strangled moan escapes his lips as he buries his face in your shoulder; his thrusts get sloppy feeling him twitch deep inside you, until you felt a load of warmth swell in your belly.

“uh shit pretty—take it all,” he groans with each broken thrust, ignoring the shivering of his own body as you whine. panting uncontrollably.

you’re body is limp as toji continues to shove his hips into you, his big cock still spurting his heavy seed inside your abused hole. your hand comes up, running through his hair as you lead him to your lips.

“shit baby,” he sighs against your lips. completely out of breath as you kiss him, his own moans slipping inside your lips from the aftershocks. your lips are sloppy as drool runs down your chin. you were so ruined. his body shivers as he feels you clench around him, his hand instinctively comes to your hips halting your movements. “one sec, baby,” his eyes close for moment, chest rising as he’s hovered behind you. his lips agape as you stroke his face.

toji carefully pulls out, a whine leaving your pretty lips as he inches out, his cum oozing out as he falls to the side. your body trembles at being empty again, now so used to the feeling of him inside you, your body was clawing for him again. he’s unbothered as he wraps a strong arm around your torso completely, pulling you into his side as your arms circle his neck, littering his face with kisses. his body completely sinking into the mattress as he allowed you to do as you pleased.

“stay with me,” your voice was hoarse, the night of screaming and whining finally scratching at your throat as you pant softly. his rough hand gently caressing up and down your back. his broad chest, rising n falling as he laid on his back, your body leaning over his.

“you’ve gotten so needy, pretty,” he teases, free hand coming up to hold your cheek. your eyes half lidded, so completely exhausted, as he gently pulls you to his lips again. the kiss much softer, as he brushes his thumb across your cheek, feeling the damp tears. “i promise.”

his body was so warm, the cold apartment suddenly felt cozy, his embrace was reassuring. before you knew it, you were drifting off to sleep.

the memories of the night were printed in your mind. so when the sunlight spilled into the small bedroom, the first instinct was to reach an arm beside you.

“to…ji?” your voice groggy as you rolled to your side, rubbing your face in the pillow, opening your eyes. “toji?” was he using the bathroom?

you sat quietly. if you moved it will be real. no…just stay here for a little while longer. just hold onto to last night for a little bit more…..no….don’t cry…..your teeth pierced the skin of your trembling lip, scratching at your cheeks, no you weren’t crying!

he wasn’t different. how could he be?

“y/n, table 7 is asking for you!” the diner manager snaps. you can’t even respond as you move over to table 7. the day moving how it should always. from the first job to the next and the next and the next. no sign of him. it’s for the better. one night is better than anything you could’ve asked for….yes…you should be grateful. stop complaining, y/n. at least you’re alive…..

“huh,” your movements halted. the hostess club was closed, policemen and ambulances surrounding the block…. “what’s going on?” you ask one of the hostesses.

“I don’t know, but they’re saying they’re all dead!” she freaks, hand over her mouth in disbelief.

“what? who?” your heart was beating in your ears.

“the boss! all his men!”

your body froze. what….what’s going on? was it…? no! it couldn’t…. save me…. the words were flooding back to your head. did you let this happen? was it your fault that they’re dead…no, he wouldn’t—

your eyes freeze, because there he was. shoving random shit from your room inside the duffle bag in the middle of your apartment. the sound of the front door slamming behind you, immediately grabbed his attention.

“where the fuck were you?” he snaps, but he stops noticing your pinched brows, and trembling hand. “wh—“

who cares? fuck it.

so your body moved. running across the room and jumping into his arms. toji stumbled back, holding you up in surprise. your legs wrapped around his torso.

“you said you wouldn’t fucking leave! asshole!” you yell, causing the man to wince.

“shit baby, don’t fucking yell in my ear—“ your lips cut his shouts.

“fuck you,” you wipe your tears, toji humming as he brushes your cheek as well. you can’t help but kiss him again.

“what is it now?” he rolls his eyes, waiting to hear it.

“I said no more fighting,” toji meets your eyes. you know…

“it was a last goodbye,” he grins, watching you reciprocate the same one, wiping the last of your stupid ass tears. god, how much you hated crying.

“what now?” you hold his face, wiping the dried blood on his forehead.

“we’re leaving.”

“Is it that easy?” you raise a brow. toji winks.

“yes, that easy. I am a master a my job. we don’t have to leave if you really like it here—“

“no!” you stop him. “I wanna leave!” you say eagerly.

this was it. the only thing you needed was him. and he knew it so fucking well, that he couldn’t care about anything else other than you. so he pulls you to his lips and mutters so surely….

where to?

omfg!! the way this fic took me a fcking century to finish cuz uni started! sorry for the wait guys :’)

I also wanna runaway w toji 😫😫😫

oh god I LOVED IT

Like I’m Famous

It’s New Years Eve and Jungkook would rather be anywhere else than at his company’s massive party. Sure, he’s a guest of honor and his team rented out the nicest hotel in Seoul, but ringing in the New Year with you on the other side of the world just feels wrong. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to celebrate without the woman he loves, but maybe- just maybe…he won’t have to…

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Idol! Jk, Dom! Jk (oops), established relationship au, long distance au, smut, fluff

Word Count: 11,239

Warnings: a teeny bit of angst, use of alcohol (jungkook and yn are sober), biting, marking, scratching, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control), dirty talking, doggy style, slight elements of dom/sub dynamics, squirting. 

A/N: Happy New Year, cuties <3 s/o to @bulletproofbirdy and @gldnrecs for putting up with me screaming about this jk. Love you both!!! Let me know what you think ^-^

Jungkook grumbles to himself as his long fingers desperately try to unravel the tangled mass of party decorations. 

He HATES parties. 

But the company is insisting on throwing a massive one for it’s employees, which (unfortunately) includes him and six of his best friends. 

One could argue that they are probably fairly important employees, considering the fact that they bring in nearly 80% of the company’s revenue, but Jungkook? Literally. Doesn’t. Care. 

It’s New Year’s Eve. 

He wants to spend it at home with some good alcohol and a FEW friends. 

Not half the population of Seoul. 

Seguir leyendo

t amo cuti quiero ser tu mujer

cuti telling mac allister to ‘go home and cry’ 😭😭😭

love it 🩷🩷🫶🏻

Little do You Know | OT7 | Ninety Four

Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader 

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au. 

Chapter warnings: Jack in The Box listening party is here! <3 

WC: 3.7k

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You were very thankful for the fact your HYBE keycard allowed you to use the building’s facilities, which included the gym. You weren’t particularly inclined on working out in your current condition, when you felt really tired most of the time, and especially not after a long day of lectures and assignments at the HYBE Summer Program.

But you did make use of their showers, so you didn’t need to go home to get ready for the Jack in The Box listening party. You were also lucky enough that the event meant to celebrate the launch of Hobi’s first solo album was happening in the building, with tight security, and you knew practically everyone on the guest list. The last thing you needed was to have an anxiety attack for being in a crowded room, or to worry your boyfriends about it. 

After washing your hair and finishing your shower, you put on your dress; one you bought especially for tonight and you knew your boyfriends would like. It was a dark blue, v-neck, backless piece, with teeny tiny stones sewn into the fabric that made it sparkle when it hit the light. You put your sneakers back on, leaving your heels inside your backpack to change into once the party was starting. 

Most, if not all, of the boys should be in the building already, getting hair and makeup done before going up to the roof where the launch was happening. You met them at the hair and makeup floor, hearing their voices despite the closed door of the room they were in. 

“Baby, tell your boyfriend he has to stay for the party.” Hoseok was telling you as soon as you walked into the room. 

Jungkook and Jin were sitting at the makeup chairs, getting touched up by a couple of staff members, and somehow you knew it wasn’t the maknae who was already planning his swift escape. You dropped your backpack on the couch that was holding the rest of the boys’ stuff and walked deeper into the room, bowing to the staff and camera directors filming for the Bangtan TV YouTube channel. 

“Oppa!” you grinned, standing behind his chair, hands resting on his wide shoulders as you looked each other over in the mirror. “The party didn’t even start and you’re already trying to run away?” 

“I feel uncomfortable meeting new people.” he told you with a pained smile that made Hobi laugh. 

“You are literally an idol.” you giggled, leaning down to kiss his forehead. 

“And you look gorgeous.” Seokjin turned around as soon as the staff set him free, dabbing the last bit of powder on the side of his nose. 

“Give us a twirl, tokki.” Jungkook asked from his side, a little smirk playing on his lip balm covered lips, watching you through the reflection as he got his hair touched up. 

You were about to deny them when Hoseok held you by the wrist, making you turn and give them the perfect view of all angles of your dress. The boys whistled and cat-called, making you roll your eyes despite your red cheeks. 

“All of you look great.” you told them with a smile as Hoseok’s arms wrapped you from the back, chin resting on your shoulder. Your face turned a little to the side so you could see him. “Are you nervous, my love?” 

“No, I'm alright.” 

It was a lie. You could feel his buzzing as he was stuck to you, could feel his chest breathing heavily and the way his hands were clinging to your arms. 

“Alright, Yn, I’m sorry to break this lovely scene, but you’re up.” Heejin was calling you next to the chair Seokjin was occupying before. “Come on, and get the kisses out of the way, I’m not going to be fixing your lipstick.” 

“Yes, unnie.” 

You were well aware of the cameras still filming the boys and, by default, you, but it was a special night, and you were sure the editors would blur and edit you out, so you turned around in Hoseok’s arms and hugged him by the neck. 

He looked so handsome tonight –he always did– but his hair was styled, his clothes were cool, and the little bit of black eyeshadow just made him look so good. He was staring down at you, gaze slipping to your lips, until they closed completely when you leaned in. 

The kiss didn’t go much further, just enough to let him know you were proud of him and excited for tonight. You parted from him with a little nibble to his bottom lip and moved to sit at the chair Heejin was standing next to. 

“I should go upstairs to greet the guests.” Hobi told the rest of you, trying to grab Jin to go with him. He turned to you when he said: “Don’t be too long, I need my good luck charm.” 

“Don’t rush the artist!” Heejin answered him, shooing the man with a makeup brush. 

As Hoseok was getting ready to leave the dressing room, Jimin was coming in to get his makeup done. He managed to steal a kiss from you as Jungkook complained he didn’t get to and Heejin scolded him. 

To make things move a little faster, a blonde girl came to help your friend, doing your hair as Heejin got your makeup done. The only reason you were being pampered like this was the good friendship you had with the head of the makeup department, since being Bangtan’s girlfriend shouldn’t really grant you free hair and makeup. 

But you were thankful nonetheless. 

“Hey, Heejin-ah.” you called for her, with eyes closed as she worked on your eyeshadow. “Are you doing anything this weekend?” 

“Why? Wanna hit a pub?” she replied. “Just say when and I’m yours.” 

“I mean, we can go to one after, but I need your help with a shoot.” 

“Oh?” 

You told your friend about the idea you, Sumni and Woojin had for the project you had to hand in at the second week of the Summer Program, and how you wanted to shoot the fictitious pilot episode of the webseries you had envisioned. She got really excited about it, accepting to help you with it. If she’d accept your payment, that was something else entirely. 

“I asked Doyun to help with the set up–” 

A snort to your left made you stop and look at Jimin, eyes meeting through the reflection in the mirror. It was a reaction you expected, so you played dumb as you asked:

“Can I help you?” 

“No, it’s fine. Just sounded like you said you asked Doyun to help you with the project.” he said in that sassy manner of his; too bad he looked too cute. 

“That’s because it’s exactly what I did.” you said, getting comfortable on your chair and letting Heejin continue her work. “Problem?”

Jimin scoffed this time, satoori thick on his tongue and a pout on his lips as he said: “Why would there be a problem? It’s not like he flirts with you every chance he gets, even if he knows you have a boyfriend. No, no. That you have seven boyfriends.” 

You did understand why your boyfriends weren’t Doyun’s biggest fans, the man did try to ask you out dozens of times; even before you and the boys first hooked up. But with BTS being on a semi break, with only one concert lined up a few months away, you knew the stage set up and producer was a little low on work. The same could be said about Heejin and her makeup and hair team, since their workload was a lot smaller now that Bangtan wasn’t constantly being filmed or performing. 

And you had the opportunity of hiring your friends, even if you couldn’t pay them the same amount HYBE did, plus it would give you all a chance to work together again. 

“Do the others know about this?” Jimin asked and your eyes squinted. 

“Not that I need permission from any of you, but yes. Yoongi knows.” you told him pointedly. 

“Sure, blame it on the guy who’s home with a fever.” 

“Would it make you feel better if one of you were present during the shooting?” you offered, and Jimin was already nodding. 

“I guess I can spare some time to–”

“Bun, would you like to help too?” you turned to Jungkook on your right, who was silently watching his hyung bicker. “I could use your Golden Closet Films skills.” 

“Of course, noona.” 

By the time you made it to the rooftop and into the party, most of the guests had already arrived. It didn’t take you that long to get dolled up, but Taehyung and Namjoon arrived at hair & makeup just as you were leaving and Taehyung insisted you ate the snacks he brought to you before going up. Which of course resulted in you having to brush your teeth again and Heejin touched up your lipstick. 

Hoseok was already on the little stage, next to the DJ booth, giving his intro speech about the album, while everyone was sitting on the bleacher style steps, with champagne flutes in hand. The colorful lights were blinking, giving the space a nightclub vibe, with smoke machines, loud music, claps and cheers as your boyfriend talked. 

You passed by Bang PD-nim, receiving a hug from the man on your way to a spot at the front, where Jungkook was sitting. You sat down next to him, butterflies erupting in your stomach and pride filling your heart as you watched Hoseok do his thing. 

“I wanted to show you that this is the vibe this guy has, so I invited you all here today.” the man of the night was saying to the mic, with sunglasses and his overall cool persona. “I hope you all enjoy this event. Let’s open the box now. Open the box, let’s go!”

The whole room, including you, clapped and yelled as the big projection screen lit up with fun and colorful graphics for Jack in The Box and the DJ started to play the first song of the album. 

Everyone was vibing to the songs, listening to a small snippet of each one of them. Only when the listening part of the night was over, Hoseok seemed to relax, opening up the dance floor and receiving his friends and peers coming up to him to congratulate him for the cool album he was putting out. 

There were so many familiar faces you hadn’t seen in a really long time and you wanted to catch up with all of them, but an arm around your waist stopped you from going anywhere. 

“You look really gorgeous, jagiya.” Taehyung slipped to your front, hugging you and swaying his body to the tune of the song playing. 

“Why thank you, you’re very handsome yourself.” you told him, letting your body move with his as you hugged him back. With your heels, you were only slightly shorter than him. 

Taehyung was wearing a simple shirt and pants, nothing too fancy, but he was still one of the most gorgeous men in the room. He put a glass of dark liquid in your hand and you felt a bit awkward, not knowing how you could tell him you weren’t planning on drinking tonight. And then he surprised you as he said: 

“Don’t take drinks from anybody but me, alright?” he spoke to your ear and you couldn’t help the small shiver that ran up your spine. “There’s no alcohol in that.” 

“Tae, do you know something?” you asked him with furrowed brows, seeing the small glint in his eyes that told you that he did. “We should talk about this.”

“Yes, but not here.” he agreed with a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Come dance with me.” 

You took a sip of the grape juice, a little relieved that at least someone else besides you and Hana knew of your current situation, and Taehyung was willing to cover for you. He pulled you to the middle of the dance floor, a protective and gentle hand spread on your naked back as you danced to the beat of the pop song. 

The vibes of the party were so nice, positive and exciting, that it was easy to let your body –or Taehyung’s– command your movements so your brain could relax. You had already promised yourself to keep your feelings in check, to remind yourself that you were safe, no one here was interested in you, no strangers or outsiders were allowed in the building. 

As you finished your glass of juice, a nice staff came over to pick up your empty glass and Tae’s, leaving the two of you with more freedom to move. 

A slow R&B song started playing and you turned your back to the man, who circled your waist and pressed you against his chest as his hands rested on your stomach. When Tae kissed your shoulder, making his way to your neck, you giggled.

“What’s so funny?” he asked with a chuckle of his own. 

“Remember the first time we danced like this?” you turned your head to side so you could stare at his profile and be heard over the music. “At Jimin’s birthday party.” 

Taehyung gave you his boxy smile, hugging you harder as he said: “I like dancing just the three of us.” 

“Me too.” 

The man leaned down to kiss your lips, not really caring as your lipstick stained his lips. You assumed he remembered when you, Hoseok and him danced together last october. It felt like such a long time ago and you couldn’t believe you knew the seven of them for almost a year at this point. 

“Of course I would find you tangled up with one of your men.” at the familiar voice of your best friend, you untangled yourself from Tae to hug Hana. “Hi, boo!” 

“Hello yourself!” you squeezed her a little tighter, turning to her boyfriend to offer Eunwoo a hug too. “Hi, Eunwoo-ssi. You know Tae, right?” 

The two men hugged each other in a bro way which made you and Hana laugh. Your boyfriend excused himself to get drinks for the two of them with a promise to let Jimin know the man had arrived. Apparently Eunwoo and Jimin were close friends and your third youngest boyfriend was excited to catch up. 

Speaking of catching up. 

You pulled Hana a little closer, hoping her boyfriend wouldn’t hear you as you said: “Tae knows.” 

“Knows what– Oh, shit, really?” her eyes widened as you nodded. “How?!”

“I don’t know, maybe his angels told him.” you shrugged with a giggle, since you had no idea how the man learned about your condition. 

“Huh. And I always thought your oppa would be the first to sense something is up.” 

You had to agree with her. While all of the boys tended and cared for you, Seokjin was the most nurturing and worried about your wellbeing. You had a different kind of connection to all of the seven, all equally strong and special, but it was to Seokjin that you turned to when you were feeling bad, tired, or even sick. He was the one to take care of you when you drank too much or overworked yourself. 

“Here you go!” Taehyung still had his happy smile as he came back with two glasses of alcohol for your friends. “Sorry to steal baby away again, but the boys are waiting to take pictures.” 

“Just take her!” Hana shooed you away with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. “It’s not like I miss my best friend or anything.” 

“Oh, don’t be dramatic.” you poked Hana’s sides and linked your arm with Taehyung’s so he could lead you away. 

You found the other five men already taking silly pictures at the Jack in The Box themed photobooth. As soon as you approached the rowdy lot, you were made to stand in the middle so the seven of you could take silly and cute pictures together. As much as you were having fun, and you were really happy to celebrate Hoseok’s big night, there was still something missing. 

Which made you pout.  

“What’s wrong, doll?” Jimin asked you as you stood to the side to let each of the men take individual pictures with the man of the hour. 

“Yoongi should be here.” you pouted harder, crossing your arms like a scolded child. “I’m worried about him.” 

“Hyung is fine, I promise.” Jimin assured you. “I visited him as soon as he texted us about not feeling well this morning.”

“Oh?” 

When Yoongi texted the group chat to let you know he wouldn't make it to Hoseok’s party –even if he had already picked out what clothes to wear– you were in the middle of a lecture, so you couldn’t call him to make sure he was okay. You had texted during your lunch break and he assured you his fever was controlled, but he didn’t know what he had, so it was better to stay home and avoid the risk of the other members catching whatever it was. 

But knowing Jimin had paid him a visit made you feel a lot better. Jimin wore his heart on his sleeve, and as mischievous as he was, he couldn’t lie to you. If Yoongi was in bad shape, he wouldn’t even be at the party right now, let alone having fun the way he was. 

“Whatever he has, it’s going to go away soon.” Jimin assured you. “Unless he’s sick because you told him you’re working with Doyun again, and in this case you should–”

“Oh shush!” you waved the air to stop yet another complaint about that subject. “If you must know, Doyun-ssi is dating someone already.”

Jimin snorted and you rolled your eyes. “You have been dating us for eight months–”

“No I haven’t–”

“–and that never stopped him before!”

You had been officially their girlfriend for two months now, but apparently Jimin counted from your first kiss until now as dating. The subject was dropped when Jungkook finished taking his pictures with Hoseok and it was now your turn. 

Hobi had the remote control in his hand and he pressed it each time he wanted to capture a pose. You pulled funny faces, made cool poses and even kissed in a picture or two. All of the photos were being printed by staff and at the end of the party you could pick them up to take them home. 

When you finally let the photobooth be used by the other guests, Hoseok was stuck to you, leading you back to the dance floor and near the DJ stage. As you moved around, a lot of peers stopped the two of you to say praise words to your boyfriend and introduce themselves to you or say hello.

“Are you a little more relaxed now?” you checked in with the man once it was just the two of you again. 

“Yeah, I think everything is going well.” he nodded with a blinding smile, pushing his glasses to rest on top of his head so you could see his eyes. 

“It’s going more than well, everyone went crazy for the bits of the songs you played.” 

“As long as you like them, I don’t care about the rest.” 

You knew he was exaggerating, but it still made you smile. 

“I like them most of all.” you nodded. “Let me show you how much.” 

You threw your arms around Hoseok’s neck, finding his lips with yours. He was smiling as you kissed him, pushing his tongue past your slightly parted lips and letting you taste the whiskey on his mouth. His hands were warm against your naked back, one of them sliding to your ass, uncaring of all the cameras and people around. 

And if he didn’t care, neither did you. 

Your hands slipped into his hair, the longest it's ever been, and you knew he was letting it grow for his concert in Chicago; both things that excited you greatly. When you pulled, Hobi groaned into your mouth, the sound muffled by the loud music, and bit your bottom lip hard enough to make you whimper. 

“Are you coming home with me tonight?” he asked with a new squeeze to your ass cheek. 

“Mhm, sorry.” you shook your head, wiping your lipstick off his lips with your thumb. “Gonna go over to see Yoongi.” 

“That’s a better idea.” Hobi agreed with a nod, kissing the corner of your lips. “I’ll bring Jack over tomorrow, is that okay?” 

“Of course. I’m actually really excited to meet him.”

“You’re going to fall in love with him.” 

You chuckled, hands rubbing Hoseok’s chest after untangling them from his hair. “For Jimin’s sake, I hope I don’t.” 

Hobi’s laugh was so pretty and happy you wished you could put it in a box and keep it in your pocket. As much as you wanted to be stuck with him the whole night, repeat over and over again how proud you were of him and how sure of how far he would go, it was still his party, so he had to network and mingle with his other friends and guests. 

With one last quick to his lips, you sent him on his way, promising you’d have more kisses saved for tomorrow; and for the rest of his life. 

Looking around to look for your best friend so you could hang out, you found her by the bar area. But Hana seemed so absorbed in her new boyfriend that you didn’t want to get in the way. Jungkook and Taehyung were dancing like two crazy kids on the dance floor and Seokjin was at a high table talking to Bang PD-nim. 

It was when you met a pair of dragon eyes that you walked ahead and climbed the bleacher style steps to join Namjoon at the top. 

“There you are!” you spoke over the music, sitting in between his legs as he parted them for you. “Why aren’t you dancing?” 

“I need a couple more of these to dance voluntarily at a party.” he chuckled behind you, deep and raspy, a big hand rubbing up and down your arm. “Wanna try some?” 

You knew he was talking about his drink, and it would be weird if you said no. Turning around until your knees knocked with his, you held Namjoon by the neck and kissed his lips, sucking the bottom one into your mouth. You still tasted his alcohol, and he probably tasted Hoseok’s too. 

“It’s good.” you offered him a cheeky smile, getting back to your original position. 

Namjoon seemed satisfied with that, resting his glass next to him and pushing your hair out of your neck so he could rub it lovingly. The man squeezed the back of your neck with his cold fingers, which was much appreciated. Then you felt his lips on your shoulder and nose on your throat. 

“You smell like us.” he told you and you laughed. 

“Spoken like a true pack alpha.” 

“Hm. You’d have a mate mark by now if I was one.” 

“How do you know that term?!” you squealed, turning around once more to see his sheepish look. 

“We used to browse the internet to see what people were saying about us, just after we debuted.” he shrugged and your smile only grew. “We read fanfics sometimes.”

“Oh my god.”

“Yoongi used to write them too.” 

“You’re fucking with me?!” 

Namjoon sent you an amused look for your curse word and maybe kissing them was getting you slightly drunk by default, making the curses spill more easily. 

“Wait, did he write member x member fanfics?” you chirped, really wishing he was around so you could ask him. 

a/n*: I did not edit the last picture of Tae, Jimin and Kook together! If it belongs to you, or anyone you know, just let me know and I'll add proper credits!

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dior girl ✰ park jimin

Park Jimin is one of a kind. When he wants something, he gets it, no matter how hard it can be. He's not scared to get his hands dirty. If he had any morals, maybe he'd consider his obsession with you getting out of hands. But this man has absolutely no morals.

୨୧ pairing: designer!jimin x model/fem!reader

୨୧ genre: strangers to lovers, age gap (21 & 38), smut, slight angst

୨୧ word count: 8.1k

୨୧ warnings: unrealistic depiction of the fashion industry, alcohol consumption & mention of drugs use, manipulation & corruption, jimin isn't a good person (especially not to oc lol <3), violent sexual thoughts, jimin's a sadist (my fav headcannon :D), heavy dom/sub dynamics, hard dom!jimin, unprotected vaginal & anal sex, anal play (use of a buttplug), my new headcannon: jimin likes giving anal, dacryphilia, praising & degradation, oral sex (m), face fucking, aftercare ig because yes jimin's a sadist but he still has a heart.

a.n.: yup so idk if you guys were expecting that... but i did say none of the characters were ethical lmfao so 🤷🏻‍♀️ i really, really hope you like the first part, i've worked hard on it even though it's not super long. so please, reblog and tell me what you thought about it! <3 as always, don't like, don't read.

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His studio is his sanctuary. It's the only place in the world he can spend hours in without even noticing the moon setting or the sun rising. In his studio it feels like the time doesn't exist or that it's just a futile detail that doesn't have much importance.

When he's creating a piece, nothing around him matters. The only things he's willing to give attention to are the placements of the needles on the fabric, the little lines that form the pattern of the clothing, and the way his scissors cut through the satin material of the dress he's designing.

He's thought about this design for so long and he finally got the opportunity to make it. He's thought about the colours of the dress and also of the seam, about the length of the hem and the sleeves, how deep the neckline should be and if lace would be suitable.

He doesn't even recall how many sketches he's made of the dress. At some point it was consuming his entire mind, this dress the only design he could draw and think of.

Now that he's finally creating it, he has the feeling that it's going to be the best piece he's ever made. He already sees everyone talking about it, saying how much of a genius Park Jimin is. It's going to be the design of the year — of the century.

He still misses something, though, and it might be the most important part of the design. He needs a model, the perfect body to wear his piece and present it to the fashion world.

It can't be anybody, it must be someone who's confident, who always has their head up and who radiates elegance and sports a unique beauty.

Jimin still hasn't found this person. He constantly searches for them, but never finds them or when he thinks that he has, he discovers flaws he cannot unseen.

All the Dior models are great, but not enough. They don't spark anything in Jimin when he watches them strode down the catwalk. He's checked upon the apprentices and the newer models the company has hired, but he saw no one extraordinary.

Until today.

He hears steps against the wooden floor of his studio, entering the place without knocking. "Ah, there he is!" A manly voice exclaims, Jimin immediately recognizes it as his friend's, Sungwoon. "I have someone to introduce you."

Jimin raises his gaze up from his working table and looks at Sungwoon who's accompanied by a beautiful, young woman. He's then suddenly interested, contrary to usual where he doesn't really care about the many girls Sungwoon brings, claiming each one as the new phenomenon of the fashion industry.

When Jimin turns around, he eyes you up and down, barely glimpsing in Sungwoon's way. It's all it takes, one simple glance and he knows you're the one he needs — the one he wants and has to ruin.

Sungwoon introduces you both and when your name is pronounced by the man, sounding so charming and delicate, he's certain you're the model he had been waiting for since a long time.

You seem shy, arms locked behind your back, but you stand up straight and have a polite smile drawn on your face.

"I thought maybe you'd like to get to know each other, right?" Sungwoon raises his eyebrows in Jimin's direction. "Everyone's fond of her," he smiles and pats your back, encouraging you to speak up.

"Thanks," you smile back at Sungwoon before glancing back at Jimin who still hasn't looked away from you. "I've been a big fan of your work since I was a little kid, Mr. Park. You've inspired me to become a model."

The way you say his name has his cock twitching in his pants, filthy thoughts of him spanking your butt while you cry his name invading his mind.

He can sense your vulnerability, your willingness to submit. Who would he be to deny you that? Him, who is so eager to dominate the ones he's attracted to, to break but also repair them.

He knows it when someone's fragile, hiding their weaknesses under fake confidence. He doesn't know you, but he recognizes the pattern almost instantly. What can be broken can also be repaired and you're asking him to break you.

"I'm glad to hear that," Jimin says politely, a slight smile tugging on his lips. He's not the type to smile — stretch the corner of his mouth upward to imitate the person in front of him, he finds it useless. But for you, he'll do it, just so you trust him because you're so desperate to give yourself to the opposite sex.

"Park, you were wondering who'd be part of the fall show this year," Sungwoon begins, looking at you like you're the most irradiant ruby in the world. "Well, you have her in front of you." You giggle softly at the man's words, nodding your head at him and then looking at Jimin as if waiting for some praises.

Jimin faintly smiles, seeing your eyes glimmering and he curses himself for not finding you first. You'd have been his by now, his to praise, to kiss, to fuck, to destroy. But he swears, if he happens to break you, he'll gratefully keep you safe close to him.

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T H E N

"Careful," Jimin softly says as he catches you up from falling on the floor. You let out a high pitched laugh, as if all of this is a big joke, and push him back with a hand on his chest.

"I'm fine," you answer, shrugging him off with a flip of your hand. You stagger from left to right, leaning against the wall when you almost fall a second time. You laugh it off again, halting your steps.

Jimin looks at you with a cringe expression, eyeing the people behind, sporting worried looks on their faces.

You all went out after the show; models, designers, directors, stylists... everyone. It wasn't your plan to get drunk, Jimin knows that because you're not supposed to drink alcohol since you're on a very strict diet. A glass from time to time isn't so bad, but your consumption clearly surpassed just one glass tonight.

It's not really your fault, though. Technically yes, since you're the one who swallowed all of the glasses of wine, but you had a little help.

A little help from Jimin himself.

When you weren't looking, he poured more alcohol in your glass and to his satisfaction you've noticed nothing and gulped everything. Sure, you got a bit suspicious, wondering how you had only drank so little when you remembered swallowing more than that.

But Jimin assured you it was only your first glass, so you drank, and drank, and drank... Until you were more than tipsy.

You've received nasty looks from your colleagues, especially the other models who weren't drinking a single drop of wine, and yet, still weren't awarded with the status of the 'face of Dior'. How ironic that the drunkest girl in the room was the face of Dior and the little protégée of Mr. Park.

Years and years of training, countless sleepless nights, meals that are as nutritious as birds seed... All of the efforts in the world to have your biggest dream stolen by a model who is in the industry for less than six months.

Their rage is understandable, but Jimin couldn't care less. In fact, everything is going as planned and he can't fuck things up now. No, because if he does, all of the things he has done until now will be completely irrelevant.

"I'll... I'll bring her to our room, you can go out without us," Jimin announces, watching you sit down on the floor in the middle of the corridor.

"Will she be okay?" A stylist asks.

"Of course. I'll take care of her."

He waits for everyone to be gone before he gets you up from the floor and leads you both to your hotel room. When you're in the room, he sits you down on the bed.

You don't say anything as he takes off his jacket and loosens his tie. He crouches down in front of you to remove your heels and he does the same with his shoes, leaving them at the entry.

When he comes back, he sees you quietly crying, the features of your face contorting into a sad expression. You've slightly sobered up, harshly coming back to reality, realizing how much you've embarrassed yourself tonight.

"What did I do?" You ask, looking up at him with teary eyes. "I fucked up, didn't I?"

Jimin sits down beside you, lifting your head up with his index under your chin and his thumb over it. "There's nothing that can't be repaired," he states in a soft voice, so low it sounds like a sweet whisper — a secret, a confession only you can hear. "Right?"

You sniff, wiping your tears away. You nod your head in agreement, slightly reassured, hoping Jimin will fix your mistakes. Your foolish mistakes, done by the carefree of a twenty-one year old.

"Shh, baby, shh," he softly murmurs, cradling your head in his hands and gently laying your face against his chest. You wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tighter and tighter til suffocation.

He strokes your hair delicately, placing a sweet and warm kiss on the top of your head.

Someone as vulnerable as you contains a lot of emotions. He has to deal with them, which doesn't bother him at all. He wants you the way you are; sad and pitiful.

"Everything's going to be fine," he promises, but it's not entirely the truth. Not everything will be fine, though it'll be in the end, he thinks — he hopes.

You eventually pull away from his embrace, just enough to look at him. It seems like you're searching for something or maybe waiting for something, your eyes desperately staring at Jimin as if his simple presence will make all of your problems fly away.

You throw yourself at him and kiss him on the lips, fingers pulling on the hair at the nape of his neck. He reciprocates it, knowing you like your kisses sloppy and messy, wanting Jimin everywhere on you to remind you that he's always there.

You bring him closer, crumpling the material of his white shirt between your fists, moaning and whining as your teeth clash together at how roughly you kiss each other.

Jimin breaks your exchange first, both catching your breaths. His eyes observe you quietly as you look at him like you're still waiting for something.

"Did you do what I told you to?" He questions you, referring to your conversation of a few days when you came to his studio to try on his dress.

You were a bit stressed out, putting on the clothing like you were scared you'd rip it. He still remembers the way the satin was sliding up your body, hugging your waist and ass perfectly. He was baffled at how incredibly well it suited you as if he had made it exactly for you.

And maybe it was made for you, after all.

Because when he saw his creation on you, he knew you had to wear it for the runway. It has to be you, he'll accept no one else.

Jimin will make you walk the runway wearing his dress — the last time you'll ever step on the catwalk. After that, he'll keep you away from the rest of the world. He'll refuse anyone to see you because you're going to be his.

His forever.

"Yes," you nod your head, trapping your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Tell me what you did," Jimin softly demands, holding your chin in his hand, mouths inches away from each other.

You're too shy to say it out loud and that's why he wants you to tell him. Also to be sure you did everything correctly, but mainly because he wants to see you embarrassed.

"I prepared myself for you..." You begin, holding eye contact even though you feel your face heating up just thinking about all the things you've done per his request. "I... I used lube both on me and... the toy," you continue in a shy tone, so low Jimin wouldn't hear you if he wasn't so close.

"Where on you, sweetheart?" He interrupts, wanting each detail, each little thing you normally wouldn't have done if it wasn't for him. And all while thinking of him.

You swallow, "On my ass, Jimin," you answer in a whisper. "I stretched it out for you, using the toy like you told me," you finally admit.

"Good girl," Jimin purrs. "Let me see it then."

You proceed to strip off of your dress, now used to be nude in front of him, and slide your panties down your thighs, discarding them away on the floor.

You get back up on the mattress and position yourself on all fours close to the edge of the bed. Jimin stands up and goes behind you to have a closer look at your ass.

His veiny hands pull your cheeks apart, revealing your rim to his insatiable, sadistic eyes. You glance over your shoulder, curious of what he has in mind and what he has prepared for you.

You softly gasp when he spits and lets the globe of spit drip down between your asscheeks, rolling over your puckered hole. You clench around nothing, relieved to have his attention, to finally feel his hands on you instead of the usual touch of yours.

He sees that your ass is a bit looser than the last time he saw it, but it still clearly needs more preparation to welcome his girthy cock — though it's not like he cares that much if you're prepped enough or not.

He passes his thumb over your tight muscle, circling it and smearing his saliva over it. He wants to fuck it so bad, destroy it and do unbelievably violent things to you. Should he tonight? Should he show you his dark and evil side?

He's choked you before — smacked your ass hard til you felt your skin stings, overstimulated you to the point your orgasms were just spasms passing through your body, fucked your throat while you were drooling all over yourself, and tied your legs and wrists together to restrict your movements.

So fucking your ass can't be that bad, but the thing is Jimin wants it to be bad. He then wonders what would happen if the line is ever crossed. Would you endure it, would you defend yourself? Would you shut the fuck up and take it like you're asked to?

But you trust him so much — with all your pathetic being — and he thinks you'd let him cross any lines he desires to. He probably already has crossed multiple lines, and being the poor, sad girl that you are, you said nothing.

You truly are extraordinary.

He gives a slight slap to one of your asscheeks, groping both of them after, feeling how soft and tender your flesh is. "You did good, sweetheart," he comments in a honeyed voice that has you mewling, sounding so smooth and sweet. "How about we play with it a little?"

He lifts up a brow at you and you nod sheepishly, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. "Yes..."

"Great," he says in a low tone, running his hands one last time over your ass before going to take something from his suitcase.

"What is it?" You question, your curious eyes landing on the small object he's holding.

Jimin brings the object to you, something made of metal, the end having the shape of a cone and a pink gem placed on the top. "A gift for my princess," he replies, opening the bottle of lube he brought as well.

He applies some lube around your tight hole and on the butt plug, and carefully pushes the head of the toy in your ass. You gasp softly, feeling it slowly stretch you out, sinking in gradually as Jimin holds your cheeks apart.

"Mmh, feels good, Sir," you moan, arching your back and pushing your butt closer to Jimin.

When the plug is all the way in, the pink gem peeking out between your two globes of flesh, he smacks your other cheek, making it jiggle from the harsh hit.

"Is that so, dirty girl?" He wonders, gripping your hips and colliding his hips with your butt, sensing his big bulge pulsing under his pants. "You like it when your little ass gets stretched out?"

"I like everything you do to me," you say with a content sigh, pussy clenching around nothing as your ass gets used to the small butt plug.

Jimin genuinely thinks he can't find better than you. You were so shy in the beginning, looking like a lost puppy wherever you went. You just needed someone bigger and older to show you the way — though you were too dumb, and still are, to realize he was leading you to the wrong path.

It's not like you seem to mind, anyway.

After all, you both got what you wanted; you, male attention, someone to rely on and be protected by, and him, a woman to break and keep with him forever.

He lets go of your hips to unbuckle his belt, pulling the leather material out of the gold loop with the luxury Dior logo on it. He lets the two ends of the belt hang off, not bothering to remove it completely, and tucks the fly of his pants down.

He finally frees his cock from the confines of his boxers, springing up and slapping against his stomach, the bit of pre-cum escaping from his tip dampening his shirt.

"You're so good to me, princess," he praises as he wraps a hand around the base of his engorged cock, aching and begging to be nestled in your cute little pussy.

His head pushes at your entrance, never fully entering, only teasing your hole and stimulating all of your sensitive nerves. He watches how his cock stretches your cunt, your walls expending to receive his bulbous tip and then closing down when he pulls out.

"Sir, please, want more," you beg him, pushing your ass on him to have his dick back in you. You let out a little whimper when Jimin holds your hips in place, stopping you from wiggling your butt side to side against his thick cock.

He hums and slaps your ass harshly, your skin stinging after. "Want my cock in your needy little pussy, baby? Is that what you're crying for?" He asks, teasing even more by swiping the head of his penis between your pussy lips, a string of your arousal sticking to his angry tip.

"Yes," you say back quickly and desperately, arching your back, literally presenting yourself to Jimin. "Been so good, don't I deserve it, Sir?" You softly murmur, still looking over your shoulder to see his gaze fixated on your quivering pussy, cock head sliding up and down over your sex.

"You do..." He responds distractedly, licking his plump lips, his fingers touching the pink gem peeking out from your ass. You're always so good and obedient for him, he even wonders if you ever did something that genuinely pissed him off before.

When he really sinks in, his head passing the barrier of your sweet pussy, he groans deeply, feeling your walls deliciously enveloping his hard cock tightly.

You moan in unison as he bottoms out in you, his balls touching your wet and warm pussy. He bends his back over yours, running his hand up your spine, feeling all the little bumps of it until he reaches your head and shoves it against the mattress.

You whine when he starts pounding into you, his girth stretching you out so well, leaving you panting and moaning loudly. His other hand holds your hip against his dick, fingers digging into your skin, leaving permanent marks on your body — as well as on your mind and your soul.

He already sets a hard and rapid pace — fucking is never soft or loving with Jimin, it's violent, long, and agonizing. It's a way to be himself, the real and dark version of himself he hides in public and releases when he gets intimate with you.

You surprisingly got accustomed to it, embracing it as if it was your destiny, the reason for your existence; to be his personal slut, the little toy he likes to play rough with. And you've accepted it, like you had no other choice but to be fucked into oblivion by Jimin whenever he feels like it.

"You like that, baby? Huh?" He growls, as if you're the disgusting one for liking the way he treats you, ravished and delighted to have his girthy cock sliding against your velvety walls. "You like it when I fuck you hard like this?" He repeats and grips your hair, pushing your head against the bed covers with more strength.

You babble out something, voice caught in your throat, too out of breath to formulate a simple sentence. You then only nod, your cheek squished against the mattress, Jimin's hand still pushing down on your head.

His mouth hangs open to let out heavy breaths and his eyes are focused on your face, watching the little translucent pearls fall on your face and on the covers. Your pussy swallows all of his girth, clenching so tightly it has him groaning and saying profanities under his breath.

It's sick how it makes his cock so fucking hard, leaking so much pre-cum in you and twitching avidly by seeing you struggle to breathe. You crumple the bed sheets between your little fists, doing everything in your power to keep your ass up for Jimin and not slump down on the bed from the hard thrusts he's inflicting on you.

He snaps his hips against your ass and the entirety of his length is covered in your wetness, a white ring made of your cream circling the base of his cock.

His hand holding your head descends to your neck, enclosing it with his fingers, the coldness of his silver rings contrasting with the hotness of your sweaty skin. He squeezes a little, just a bit so you know who's in control, so you never forget Jimin controls you — that he controls your life and thoughts.

With a grip on your hair, he brings your torso up, arched back against his chest. The material of his shirt sticks to your skin, coated in a thin layer of sweat. He continues to pound into you, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy rapidly, as he holds you by the throat, lewdly licking a long stripe along the side of your face.

You shudder in desire, hair standing up on your delicate arms. "You're my little whore, aren't you, baby?" His mouth is right beside your ear as he whispers dirty things to you, his lips touching your hair, damp at the nape of your neck. "So fucking compliant... You want to please me so bad like the slut that you are," he mouths the words against your hair, cock pulsing hard in your cunt.

His free hand that doesn't have a hold around your throat slides down your body, passing over your belly and reaching your puffy clit. The sharp zipper of his pants graces the flesh just under your ass, irritating your skin and making it itchy.

You clench around him when his digits find your sensitive bud, circling it sensually and slowly, the complete opposite of his hip thrusts.

"Yes, want to please you, Jimin," you gasp, bucking your hips at the feeling of his rough fingertips on your pussy. He grunts when you address him by his name, loving how it sounds on your tongue, so sweet and timid.

He remembers the first time you moaned his name; you were sprawled across his expensive leather couch, blindfolded and hands attached together with his black tie. Intense for your first time with him, but it was also the last time he's ever been that gentle with you.

It was when his cold fingertips graced the skin of your stomach that you let out a squeak followed by his name, said in the quietest moan. He had then stopped his movements and looked at your face, an expression of distress painted over your features.

He had realized how frail and weak you actually were, needing your most important sense to be at ease. That's why he had blindfolded you, to show you how dependent you are of him, how impossible it is for you to live without him to guide you.

He pushes your jaw to the side so your lips can meet his in a feverish kiss, wet tongues mingling together, drool dripping down from the corners of your mouth. He continues to ram his cock in your now soppy and messy pussy, the sound of skin against skin resonating in the hotel room.

He traps your bottom lip between his teeth, making you whimper and close your walls around his girth once again. Your little hands grip the material of his trousers, keeping him close and holding on to something because the hard cadence of his hip thrusts push you forward, breasts bouncing up on your chest.

"Fuck," he curses and he suddenly stops, steadying his hips against your butt. You let out a whiny moan as Jimin lets go of your face and hips.

You're sad to have your pleasure ripped away from you so hastily, but you don't have the time to complain, Jimin slipping out of your cunt and pushing you down violently on the mattress.

You turn around on your back to see him unbuttoning his dress shirt and throwing it on the floor, revealing to you his beautiful chest and defined abs. He gets rid of his pants and socks after, finally removing his boxers, the only things remaining on him being his rings and the watch crowning his right wrist.

His cock glistens in your juices, more pre-cum leaking from his swollen tip and twitching avidly against his stomach. Even though him fucking you while being all dressed and you completely bare is a way to humiliate and degrade you, he also likes to be naked sometimes.

He loves skin to skin contact, how your bodies stick together because of all the sweat coating you. It's addicting, it's rougher and it creates more friction — more pain.

He doesn't mind being naked too because he knows how to dominate you either way. He doesn't find it embarrassing, on the contrary, it makes him scarier and hungrier. While you shiver without your clothes on, curled up on yourself, Jimin is imposing, his cock thick and girthy enough to split you in half.

He crawls back to you, hovering over you like a predator had caught his prey, boring his eyes into yours. You look at him in awe, always waiting patiently. You feel his cock against your thigh, thick and veiny, your hole pathetically quivering — missing his size stretching out your pussy.

He sneaks a hand between your legs and reaches the little pink gem, ready to get it out. "Take a deep breath sweetheart," Jimin instructs and you inhale deeply.

He doesn't waste a second, pulling out the butt plug out of your ass. You scrunch your eyes shut at the pain, exhaling when it's done. He carefully sets it on the nightstand, coming back to you after.

He bends your legs over your stomach and looks at your ass, just begging him to fuck it, shining with lube and arousal that leaks from your pussy. His erect cock is just so close to it and Jimin could slide right in with one movement of his hips.

He lets go of one of your legs to grip his engorged erection, a little gasp escaping your lips when he presses the head of his cock at your tight hole, threatening to sink in.

"Sir," you sigh, not sure if you're ready for that. It always burns no matter how good you prepped before and he knows that. That's why he's so tempted, that he's staring so obsessively at your rim.

Will it hurt you? Will you grip his biceps in an attempt to dissuade him? He wants to see those tears falling from your eyes again, he wants to lick them and tastes your pain. He feels more blood rush to his penis at the mere thought of hurting you.

Give him all of your pain, he'll fucking take it whole and cherish it. He wants it — he needs it. Accuse him for having a sick and twisted mind, accuse him for everything you've ever been hurt by because he'll gladly take the blame.

"I know you can take it," he says in a low tone, glancing up at your face as he applies just a bit more pressure to your ass hole. "Can you, baby?" Jimin asks, waiting for you to admit how much you want it, how badly you want him to destroy you.

"Yes..." You whisper back, a long shiver running up your spine as his eyes pierce through you.

"Yes, what? Tell me, sweetheart," he demands, and it's as if he doesn't care about your response whatsoever because the next thing he does makes you yelp in pain.

His tip has entered you, the burning sensation forcing you to scrunch your eyes shut, your instinct thinking it'll protect you.

"Yes, I- I can..." you stutter and as expected, you dig your nails in the flesh of his biceps — only fair to hurt him in return. "I can take your cock in my ass..."

You take a sharp breath, eyes slowly opening, all watery and painful. Jimin groans at that, stuffing more of himself in your hole. "Good girl," he praises, voice raspy, ending with a deep grunt.

He stretches you out completely, his dick in no comparison to the toys you've used to prepare yourself. You open your mouth as he pushes himself in gradually, tears streaming down your face when you blink.

The tears roll down the side of your face and Jimin can't help but be turned on, leaning in to kiss your face and collect some of your tears, tasting the saltiness of them on his tongue.

"Jimin...!" You look at him with the saddest and most hurtful gaze, tears rolling down your face. "It burns," you add in a quiet voice, now scratching his back, leaving long red trails on his skin.

"I know, baby, I know," he softly murmurs in your ear, a husky moan leaving his mouth when he's completely nestled in you, balls touching your ass. "You're so tight, fuck," he sucks air through his teeth, not moving until he estimates he's waited long enough.

He gives warm and wet kisses to your neck, descending to your collarbones and groping your breasts, slowly starting to move his hips. You lock your legs behind his back, wanting him as close to you as possible despite the pain he's inflicting on you.

He loves knowing it hurts you because it makes it more pleasurable to him somehow. The pain will go away soon anyway, that's why he doesn't bother to stop or slow down. You have to get used to the feeling first.

He wouldn't go too far to hurt you. The choking, the hair pulling, the smacks... He keeps it for the bedroom, but he won't lie that there's a part of him that wants to ruin your life, ruin everything you've accomplished so far just so he can see those sad eyes of yours and hear you ask him for help out of desperation.

It's not even sexual, he just wants to break you, that's all he desires. Though your life is something he wants to destroy, it's more of a way to have you dependant on him after. If your career is no longer successful, your solution is Jimin because he's the only person in your life capable of taking care of you both emotionally and physically.

His teeth chew on the tender skin of your neck while his hand travels all over your body, many veins popping out along his strong arm. The cool sensation of his rings on your stomach makes you shiver, his finger gently circling your clit to make the pain more bearable.

His cock slides in your hole back and forth, your ass slowly but surely taking the size of girth. Many curses leave Jimin's mouth, your ass probably the best he's ever fucked. You feel so good around him, you're tight, but you loosen easily, making it so, so pleasurable for him.

His hand that was roaming over your body comes to close around your throat and he turns his head to your side, lips brushing over your temple. "Yeah, just like that, baby," he mutters under his breath, his nose pressing down on your hair as he murmurs the words to you. "Just like that..."

A choked moan is all you can respond, eyes rolling back in your skull as Jimin splits your ass open, fucking his thick cock into you. His hot breath hits the side of your face, his chest heaving rapidly while you claw at his back, white scratches appearing on his skin.

He sweetly kisses your temple as he pounds into you, not tightening his hand around your throat, just holding you in place — always letting you know that he is always in control.

Your tits slightly bounce up and down on your chest, little whines coming out of you each time Jimin bottoms out. It starts feeling good for you — really good — and you think that this pleasure is totally worth a bit of pain at the beginning.

You grip the hair at the nape of his neck and bring him in for a kiss. He accepts it, kissing you back as if he wants to possess your whole mouth, biting and licking your lips. You moan into his mouth, twisting his hair between your fist and sinking your nails into the flesh of his back.

He backs away from you a little, his plump lips glistening in both of your saliva, and places his two palms on your boobs. He feels your perky nipples under his hands, just loving how plushy your breasts are, fitting perfectly in his palms.

He keeps thrusting in you as he gropes your tits and you bring your hands over his, looking into each other's eyes. He lowly groans, holding eye-contact with you.

You feel his veins under your palms, your pussy clenching around nothing but air while you run your hands all over his arms. You enjoy the sensations of his pulsing veins under your small fingers as you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, staring into Jimin's dark eyes.

"Jimin..." You moan his name, throwing your head back and closing your eyes, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock entering and exiting your tight hole. Jimin takes the opportunity to smooch your neck again as you expose it to him, his full lips delicately pressing down on your throat. "I love it," you sigh pleasantly.

He hums, the sound coming deep from his throat. He wants to hurt you, yes, but he likes it even more when you love the pain. He just knew you were exactly like him when he first saw you. He had the feeling that you needed someone like him, someone that'd push you to your limits and make you discover a new type of pleasure.

And he was right because there's not one time where you told him to stop.

"My dirty girl," he purrs in response, bringing his lips up to your jaw. He slowly rolls your nipples between his fingertips, pinching and pulling on them. "You're stupid, but so, so good for me, baby," he groans in your ear, gritting his teeth as he feels his balls tightening.

He slowly halts his hips movements, letting out heavy breaths as he eventually pulls out of you. You gasp when he does so, already missing his cock stretching out your ass.

You're both trying to catch your breaths, Jimin raising himself up from you and getting out of the bed. His erection stands tall against his stomach, bouncing up as he walks to the front of the bed.

You watch him getting away until he orders you to follow him. "Come here," he says softly and you don't make him wait. "On your knees," Jimin commands when you're facing him, sinking down to your knees after.

He places a hand behind your head and the other around the base of his dick, guiding the head of his cock toward your lips as he pushes down on your head.

"Here, baby," he instructs in a low voice. "Take it in your mouth." You part your lips to welcome Jimin's length, his bulbous tip shining in pre-cum and your juices under the light of the hotel room.

He immediately moans when he enters the warmth of your mouth, his heavy cock sliding on your wet tongue. He doesn't let you have much control, pushing his dick in your mouth until your nose touches his pubic hair.

You relax your jaw for Jimin, allowing him to stuff your mouth full of his cock. He looks down at you, watching the way your lips wrap around him tightly, your eyes starting to water. He still holds the back of your head with one hand, guiding you over his stiff erection and you moan obscenely around Jimin, drool dripping down on your chin.

He begins to fuck your mouth, forcing you to take the whole thing each time he bottoms out. He moves his hips back and forth, obsessed with the way his girth appears and reappears between your lips as he uses your mouth as he pleases.

"Shit," he hisses when you hollow your cheeks, making it more pleasurable for him. "You're a fucking cockslut, aren't you, baby?" He says breathily, his eyes not once leaving his cock penetrating your mouth over and over again.

You whine around him, surely agreeing with what he said. It sends deliciously vibrations through his entire body, the sounds of your moans and hearing you gag around him is so arousing to him. He wants to hear more so he literally uses your mouth like a toy, snapping his hips against you, his balls slapping your chin.

He lets out a deep moan, your cheeks now damp and eyelashes all wet because of your tears, eyes stinging as Jimin fucks your throat like a mad man.

"Stroke your clit," he manages to say between two heavy breaths. "You can get off by yourself, right? I know you're soaking wet just by letting me use that pretty mouth of yours," he mocks you, but he knows he's right. Whatever he does, your cunt is always dripping wet.

You whimper again, doing what he told you to and sneaking a hand between your thighs to play with your pussy. You part your legs wider as you circle your clit with your finger, Jimin's hooded eyes lazily watching you playing with yourself.

Your right hand is laying on his thigh while the other is operating between your legs, pleasuring yourself to the sounds of Jimin's moans and the feeling of his stiff cock weighing down on your tongue.

You do your best to breathe through your nose, swallowing around his length and flattening your tongue underneath him. Your juices drip down your inner thighs, your finger flickering over your sensitive bud smoothly because of your arousal.

The whole room is smelling like sex, an odour that Jimin can't ignore, loving it so much. Your lips glide so easily over his hard cock, completely covered in your spit and still some of your wetness, tasting yourself on him.

"Ah, fuck," he curses, his head rolling back on his shoulders, eyes still strained down on you. He feels the familiar burning sensation at the pit of his stomach, indicating he's really close to his orgasm. He stops thrusting in you. "Go on the bed, baby."

You're taken aback, but you follow his order, pulling him out of your mouth and laying your back down on the mattress close to the edge. You beautifully moan when Jimin penetrates your pussy a second time, bending your legs over your stomach.

"Oh, god," you cry softly, being pounded onto the bed by him right away, tits moving up and down on your chest.

His hands are positioned on each side of your shoulders, snapping his hips against yours so harshly you feel your skin stinging. You keep doing circle motions on your clit, now faster and impatient to reach your high.

You let out a high-pitched moan when Jimin suddenly steadies his hips over yours, dropping down to his elbows as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. "Holy fuck," he grunts, gripping the bed sheets tightly in fists beside your head as his cock twitches in your pussy.

"Yes, yes," you quietly exclaim, your clitoral orgasm passing through you, making you arch your back and buck your hips.

Your hole clenches repeatedly around him and he finally comes undone into you, shooting long, thick ropes of cum deep into you. He empties himself in your wet cunt, cumming just after you.

When he slips out of you, more spurts out of his tip, landing on your pussy, covering it in his creamy cum. You moan at the warm sensation, always loving how it feels both in and on you. Some of his seeds dribble out of you, dripping down to your ass.

He stays above you for some time, catching his breath and looking at the mess he made on you. He stares up at your face, seeing how fucked up you look, hair in a nest and eyes reddened.

Later, Jimin is in the shower, washing his hair and his body, passing a soft cloth soaked in soap over his chest. He lets the water fall over his head, wetting his black locks. He stays maybe a bit longer than normally, staring at the tiled wall.

He thinks about you, about all the things he's planned. He revised everything in his head, imagining you walk on the podium wearing his design, people looking at his piece with admiration in their eyes.

He thinks about all of that that will go down for you after the show, getting fired, losing your career and your fans. Many articles talking about your excessive use of alcohol and drugs, saying how tired and sad you look beside Jimin.

You won't last long, you're too weak anyway. A downfall like this is unconquerable, nobody recovers from that, and surely not a model who will be thrown out of the industry as soon as you turn twenty-five.

Jimin knows the industry, he's been in it for years now. He's aware of how cruel it is, how difficult and harsh it can be on fragile little girls like you.

But that's why he's here, to take care of you once nobody will want you anymore. That's the goal, after all; you to be finally his — solely and completely his.

"Jimin?"

Your voice reaches him, turning his head in your direction, seeing you hesitantly entering the shower with him. He opens his arms, inviting you to come closer and you do, hugging him and laying your head down on his wet chest.

"I love you, sweetheart," he softly murmurs against your hair. "I'll never leave you, you know that, right?"

You nod your head, looking up at him and meeting his gaze. "I love you, too."

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The runway went incredibly well. Celebrities and journalists were all gathered for the fall show, totally amazed by every design and the models that were wearing them.

But there was one specific piece that everyone was willing to say was the best.

Jimin was satisfied to see that his name stood out among everyone else's, being called more times than Dior itself. He predicted it; it was the creation that every guest remembered, the dress that the fans were only talking about.

He'd take all the credit, he was the one who imagined it and then sewed it after all, but he has to admit that you had contributed to the fame a lot.

Being the beloved face of Dior only made people talk more about it and that was what Jimin needed.

But everything has an end, doesn't it?

When Jimin comes back to his apartment, the place is silent except for the TV playing, as he thought it would be. You're looking through the window, watching the city living at night while it's raining. You're sitting on the sofa, not even acknowledging his presence as he enters, getting rid of his shoes.

You're not much of a talker since you've been fired from Dior a few days ago just after the fall show. He understands your wish of remaining silent, needing a bit of space to process everything that has happened the past weeks in your small head.

It was going to happen soon enough anyway. You've been to your photoshoots completely drunk, sometimes just going in with a hangover, but of course it didn't help your case at all.

Jimin was guilty for letting you drink alcohol so soon in the morning. No need to deny it, he was even the one for dropping you off at work like that. Well, he had to do it if he wanted people to notice how far you've fallen.

He doesn't feel bad, though. Your career wasn't going to last with Jimin's sabotage or not. He did you a favour, you should be thankful.

You can't handle being a model. If you could, none of that would have happened. You wouldn't have gained weight, you would have been suspicious of the amount of calories Jimin was feeding you. The bottle of wine wouldn't have been so tempting and smoking weed wouldn't have ever occurred to you as a good idea.

Some people can, others can't and you're one of them. You shouldn't be ashamed of it, sometimes things just don't work out like we would have wanted them to.

"Did you see the article they wrote about me?" You ask, already knowing he's walking up to you without looking. "You surely did, I bet that's all they're talking about..."

He sits down beside you and you eventually turn around, facing him. You care so much about what others think of you. It must be so tiring having such a low self-esteem. He can only imagine it; seeing you look through the window like a sad puppy, your life finally making sense when Jimin comes home.

"I did, but nothing of that matters to me," he answers, the most honest he's ever been. And even if he had to lie, it's not like you wouldn't have believed him. You always trust whatever he says.

You don't reply, your head still filled with many thoughts.

"Hey, come here," he softly tells you, patting his thigh. You straddle his lap, setting your hands on his shoulders. He cups your chin, forcing you to look at him as you keep avoiding his gaze. "Whatever they say, whatever their name is, nothing will ever be more important than you."

Because who is he if he lets some article affect the way he sees you? He's known you since the beginning of your career and he stayed til the end of it.

He knows you better than everyone else. He was with you during your highs and lows and he'll still be there for the next ones. There's nothing in the world that could make him leave you. After everything he's done to have you, there's no way he'll go away.

How cowardly of him if he does. He can't leave when he's promised he'd heal you — close all of your past wounds and create other ones.

He may be selfish, but there's one thing that he isn't and it's a fucking liar. He sticks to his words, and when he says he'll never leave you, that means he'll never, never abandon you — he'll never leave your side, not even once. He can't risk it.

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REIGN OF TERROR

chapter three

You were born for him, he just knows it and you’re the only one who can cure him.

Genre: Yandere!Vampire Jungkook x Reader - a 10 chapter series inspired by Tangled and Beauty and the Beast

Warnings: yandere behavior, suicidal attempts and talks, violence, eventual smut, death, reader is not mentally stable, slight cursing

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Jungkook is what many vampires call a tragic hero. His people admired him, they told their children engrossing stories about him. Despite that, they would never want to be him. Even in his own castle people didn't talk to him but Jungkook knew they respected him.

His circle of friends is very small. Taehyung has always been a friend to Jungkook. As they grew up together he watched Jungkook get everything he want. He was a spoiled child.

However, when he didn't get what he want.

It was really bad.

"I have good news and bad news. As always, I will say the bad news first to get it out the way." Taehyung announced to his friend. Taehyung closed his eyes as he sighed, embracing herself for his reaction. "Namjoon is marrying Y/N." He revealed.

Taehyung was surprised as Jungkook stared at him. He didn't move a muscle, it was as if time froze. Suddenly, he went into fits of laughter. He held his stomach to control his amused sounds.

The laughs started to slow down as he begin throwing any object nearby him. "Tell me this is a joke Taehyung!" He demanded.

"It's no joke. My inside man is trustworthy. He tells me he doesn't love her but plans to marry her." Taehyung explained.

"Of course he doesn't! He's doing it to spite me. First, he kills my innocent mother and it destroys me. Now he wants to take the only thing that can heal me. My Y/N." He screams throwing things again. Taehyung held his hand back to stop the younger boy.

"If he dares to touch her, or even look at her i will kill him. She's mine. We need to kill him now." He threatened.

" We must play this smart Jungkook. You can't just impulsively kill anymore. It's time to be an intelligent king not a mighty one." Taehyung adviced but Jungkook was not listening.

"I'm no peacemaker Taehyung!"

"Namjoon has made his grave, don't you make yours. Are you forgetting Namjoon had to go to a witch because he couldn't defeat you? He broke the rules, but we're going to play by them. Right now, he thinks you're arrogant and impulsive, that you're going to sickly storm into the castle right now to kill him."

"We're going to play it smart. He doesn't know we have an inside man. Meaning we can stop this wedding by getting the weapon of this war, Y/N. Then you will be strong enough to kill him." He continued. At first Jungkook did not want to hear his words until he heard your name.

He has long awaited to be with you, to meet you, to spoil you and to drink your blood. "I get it, he probably have all his guards waiting outside the facility. Meaning no guards will be surrounding her." Jungkook said smiling at the thought. He was closer than ever to getting his life back.

"And now for the good news, it seems your fascination has sent a letter to you." Taehyung announced as he handed the letter to a happy Jungkook.

You wrote back.

Jungkook wasn't like you, he didn't quickly tear open the letter. He first smelled it, wanting to save your scent in his mind. He observed how the letter was perfectly sealed, it said a lot about you. You were a perfectionist or perhaps you were trying to impress him.

He carefully unseals the envelope and took out the piece of paper. The paper had the government's symbol transparent in the back. It pisses him off that you had to be using his enemy's paper. That the man he hated the most was providing for you.

He noticed that the letter didn't have a greeting. It didn't say Dear to anyone. Meaning it was a secret letter. The thought of him being your secret made him proud.

He dragged his hand over the perfect handwriting you wrote that almost looked like print. Did you spend this must time on detail for him?

Your words are comforting. The past years has been difficult to bear, but yet this letter makes me blithe.

I don't know what type of person you really are but you've shown kindness to me. I know I can trust you.

The vampires, you must be a hero to them. I've only heard stories of heroes but none have ever came to rescue me.

Perhaps it is underserving and beneath me to ask you such questions but could you write more letters, or even send pictures of the outside world?

My apologies for inconveniencing your time but thank you again for blessing mines.

Was this really Y/N? She spoke as if she was one of his handmaiden, as if she was insignificant. She would only speak that way if she was being treated that way.

It only encouraged him to fulfill his plan of taking you back. How could you think you were an inconvenience of his time when you were his favorite thing to think about?

However, the truth was Jungkook was no hero. There was no heroes or benevolent people, just sides. Yet, already you were relying on him as if he was one.

It was exactly what he wanted, and now it will be easier to take what he wants.

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Miriam diligently typed out her speech for the upcoming days. It all depended on her careful and provocative words if she would be the next Chancellor.

Jimin smiled at her. He loved how dedicated she was, it was one of the many reasons he fell for her.

"Your staring is distracting." Miriam murmured as she typed.

"I can't help to stare at a woman as beautiful as you." He complimented. Miriam glanced over to Jimin, he was being extra clingy today.

His face was fill of worry. "Are you alright honey?" She asked in concern.

Jimin shook his head as he sighed. He held her hand as he spoke, "Miriam, alot is going to happen today. I've been order to do something and it might break my cover."

"What's going on?" She asked.

"Y/N has been selected for marriage with Chancellor Namjoon. Of course, you know what I have to do." Jimin revealed. Miriam stood up from her seat in shock.

"He's marrying her?! It's not possible the girl consented to this. She's younger and has been incarcerated her whole life! He's taking advantage of her!" She said in anger.

"I know babe, calm down. I won't let the wedding happen but this information can help you. Expose the Chancellor in your speech." He urged her but she looked conflicted.

"Would people believe me? I don't know Jimin."

"Yes they will. Tell everyone she escaped because she was forced in an arranged marriage. The Chancellor took advantage of a young woman. Both sides will be mad. He could never win after it's revealed." Miriam nodded her head in agreement.

"If we don't see each other again-" Miriam started.

"We will. I'll try my best not to blow my cover." He said before kissing her on the lips.

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Scarlett scoffed as she walked towards the room Y/N was contained in. The wedding was being held privately tomorrow, but Namjoon has not yet spoken to Y/N. He was guilt-ridden over his plan and couldn't bare to look at the girl's eyes.

The things Scarlett would do for love. It should be her who should marry him.

Y/N was now saturated with feelings of determination. For once, she felt like someone was on her side. She wasn't going to let anyone control her any longer.

She let out painful moans as Scarlett entered the room. The small room was a mess, tissues everywhere and the tiny bed sheets were on the floor.

"Have mercy!" Scarlett shrieked as she looked at the mess. She looked at Y/N who has her hands around her stomach. She smelt a unique smell, like blood but different. It was then that Scarlett noticed the golden blood on her sheets and clothes.

"Why are you bleeding child?" She asked in disgust. Y/N looked down as she held her pelvis.

Scarlett catch on about the cause of her sickness. It was then that Y/N ran into the bathroom throwing up. Scarlett followed her in the bathroom to help her.

"You poor child. You should be lucky I'm the only vampire here. Teenage human girls use to be dead in seconds this time of the month." She told Y/N.

"May I bathe and have toiletries please?" Y/N politely asked.

"Of course sweetheart. I will bring them to you." She said giving her a small smile as she left the room. Y/N listened carefully as she heard Scarlett lock the door. One door.

She tip toed to the bathroom door handle and attempted to turn it but it was locked. It was exactly what she wanted.

She knew it would be unlikely Scarlett would lock both doors. The bathroom door was wooden, it didn't matter to Y/N if it was unlock or not. Y/N closed her eyes preparing for the pain as she punched through the wooden door. Her hand started to bruise and bleed but she kept on going until she could finally feel the air of the other room. She bent her hand as she turned the knob from the other side, opening the door.

As for the other door it was open. Now this was the hard part. Escaping with blood all over her clothes. She held her head down as she walked through the empty hallways. She was expecting guards, where was they?

The harder part was finding how to get out the place. She saw an elevator and a stairs. She's seen movies where people always get noticed in the elevators. It was better to take the stairs. She swiftly ran down the stairs with her head down.

A sign was on the wall, she was on the 6th floor. She couldn't just try to walk out the first floor.

How would this work? She's never been outside and she had no idea where to go.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she ran into someone's chest.

“Y/N, what are you doing out here?" Jimin whispered.

Y/N's eyes widen in shock. Jimin was a politician she was definitely caught now. "Y-You're bleeding." Jimin stuttered as he looked down at her.

"They let me out to walk around the building." She lied.

Jimin looked foward as he heard footsteps approaching. Footsteps a nervous Y/N didn't even notice.

"Remember you can trust me." Jimin whispered in her ear before he took her hands and wrapped it around her back.

"You think you can escape and ruin this earth?"!" He said in a much louder tone causing the footsteps to fasten.

"There she is. Y/N how stupid are you running away. Every human knows your face and the vampires will rip you to shred. You're safer with us." Scarlett scolded as she walked towards her.

A loud echo filled the room when Scarlett slapped Y/N. She was used to getting slapped as a punishment but not from a vampire. It hurt.

"How dare you touch me?" Y/N hissed at her causing Jimin to hold her hands tighter.

"How dare you run away, you should be lucky to marry the Chancellor." She defended.

Y/N's jaw clench as she tilt her head to the side. "When I do successfully escape, you will be the first one I kill." She threatened with a straight face.

Scarlett paid no attention to her threats as he tried to grab her from Jimin. "I have it from here Mr. Park." She insisted.

Jimin pulled Y/N back. "For you can lose her again? I won't allow the child of death to roam our halls or streets." Jimin argued.

Scarlett looked at the two of them. Jimin hated any creature that wasn't human, he would make sure she wouldn't escape. Besides, she didn't want to be responsible for her. She did sympathize for the girl but she also hated her.

She walked away from the two of them as Jimin awkwardly still held her hands behind her back. Y/N was confused about his loyalties. Did he really like her or was he just pretending?

Jimin started dragging her towards a room on the lower floor. He quickly shut the door letting her hands go. Jimin shuffled around the drawers.

Y/N looked around at the room. It looked like it belong to a girl. It couldn't of belong to Jimin.

He hands her a hoodie and sweatpants. "Change." He told her in a hurried voice.

She listened as she undressed in front of him causing Jimin to close his eyes.

"Is something wrong with your eyes?" She innocently asked.

"Just hurry up Y/N."

She finally finished getting dressed. She looked at Jimin with confused eyes. "Jimin, I don't know what entente you're with but I refuse to be a prisoner any longer." She said standing her ground.

Jimin slowly walked over to her. "I just want to do my job Y/N. You understand that right?" He asked.

"What exactly is your job? Who do your loyalties lie with? I know what you are, I felt it everytime you've touched me. Your allegiance isn't with the man you claim."

Jimin didn't say anything, shocked at her discovery, but none of that mattered right now.

He held his arms out towards her. It took Y/N a while to recognize he wanted to hug her. She wrapped her arms around him in an awkward hug. "You will finally be free." He murmured in her ear as he poked a needle in her neck.

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Y/N's head turn unconsciously as she felt hot breath on her face. She felt a comforting hand stroking her hair. Her back felt like it was laying on clouds. Was she dreaming, everything felt peaceful?

She slowly opened her eyes to see a unfamiliar face that was staring at her in awe. The man had black hair with pretty, but tired brown eyes. His face was peculiarly pale but yet he was still beautiful. Who was he?

The man stroked her cheeks in admiration as he stared in her eyes. "So perfect." He mumbled.

Y/N could see from her peripheral vision that she was not in a room she was familar with. That alone brought her comfort. Did she finally escape?

"Who are you? Are you my savior?"

He smiled at her causing her to sit up but he lightly pushed her back down. "Shhh, angel. Slow down. You're probably weak right now but you're finally safe with me." He comforted her.

She ignored him and sat up again as she looked around the room. "I'm ok." She noticed the room was luxurious, filled with gold items. Items that a regular man wouldn't possess, nor would a government facility have such decor.

"You're King Jungkook." She stated more than ask causing a huge smile upon her lips.

"And you're finally mine." Jungkook was still in awe of her beauty, of her perfection. She was just as he imagined. Her soft but sweet voice, that was like music to his ears.

What made him feral was her strong, saccharine smell. Her blood was like anything he ever smelt before and each second he was growing in desire. The only thing that was controlling him from drinking her right now was her gorgeous face.

"You saved me, I can't believe this. Am I worth something to you?" She asked. Y/N couldn't believe that Jungkook was even real. That the letter he wrote was words of truth.

"Everything."

For the first time tears of joy ran on her face. Somebody cared for her, enough to save her.

"No, no baby. Don't cry. You're mine now nobody can ever hurt you again. You owe me." He rambled cuffing her face with his hands.

"Who knows what those awful people done to you over those 20 years. No one ever tried to help you, they looked at you as a caged animal. Can't you see I'm the only one who loves you. I've done so much to get you here." He explained to her.

Her eyes were full of guilt. The King did all this for her, she felt underserving. "I'll do anything to return your kindness.” She pleaded.

"Oh I know you will. Say it." He whispered. at her like a mad man.

"Say what? I'm sorry I don't understand." She said embarrassed.

"Say that you owe me, that you'll obey me. That you're mines." He babbled.

"I owe you , I obey you, I'm yours." She repeated.

He grinned as he held her chin up. "Good girl."

She stared at him as if she was looking at a god.

The truth was that all it took was one good deed towards a broken girl like her, and she will see you as a god, as trustworthy.

Jungkook time as king was over but he already had reign over her mind.

She wanted to show some type of affection toward him., so she asked to do the only one she was familiar with. "Can I hug you please?" She innocently asked.

"Of course you can sweetheart." He smiled as she jumped towards him wrapping her small arms around his neck.

Jungkook tightened the hug almost too much for her small bones. He rested his head on her shoulder as he smelled her neck.

"I saved you now I'll take my reward." He said as his fangs punctured her neck. Y/N gasped in pain while he let out series of moans. With every second he felt himself getting more stronger.

He finally got everything he wanted.

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The doors bursted open in the throne room causing heads to turn as a confident Jungkook interrupted them.

Jin looked at him in confusion. "Brother why have you interfered with this meeting?"

"To retrieve my right as King." Jungkook answered with a confident smile.

Jin noticed his changed behavior and stood up. He walked closer to Jungkook and noticed his glowy skin, his hair was now a livelier shade of brown. He looked even better than his old self, he looked alive. He looked almost human like. "You've been cured." Jin observed earning shocking gasps from the room.

"Yes, meaning the kingship should be returned to it's rightful ruler, me."

Jin laughed at him. "We didn't stop your rule because of your sickness, we stopped it because you are a terrible king that led our people to war."

"In 20 years of being king you've done nothing. Our people our paler than ever from low blood scarce. Our mother brought peace between humans and vampires, i brought vampire superiority but you've brought nothing." Jungkook insulted.

"Father tell him that I'm king!" Jin yelled at the older man.

Their father let out a disappointed sigh. "Jungkook you can't take the kingship." His father said making Jin laugh in Jungkook's face.

"You have to fight for it."

"There will be a battle between you, my sons, you will fight with swords for the crown."

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The Deepest Marks of Essence

Description: When you found yourself circled by a tribe, you never thought it would lead you to tap into your deepest wants and desires. You are the oldest child, the example of how one should act at all costs, but if you ever manage to escape this maze and if your story ever becomes told, you’ll never be looked at the same. But it’s hard to regret it when your nights are spent with gentle caresses and starry midnight skies. You got everything you secretly longed for, but at what cost? 

Warnings: a tribe, use of weapons, yelling, mentions of wounds-blood, JK is a yandere, mentions of people dying/killing, smut, use of  psychedelics, if I missed any, please give me a shout!

Word Count: ~18.7k

One-shot..?

A/N: Ha, this is a logner one, but I hope you enjoy it, also it’s not proofread (yet) ! ; it’s centred on world-building and MC’s emotions/feelings, so, friendly suggestion, I’d say feel it through, even if it takes a bit longer, that way it will make more sense :)

!In no way of shape and form do I think this is how Jungkook acts in real life, this is pure work of fiction, so if you choose to read it, please keep that in mind! 

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“After listening to your friend’s story about how awesome it feels to sit on your boyfriend’s lap, you want to try it yourself. Jungkook is more than willing to offer his lap to you, even it makes his face burn up and his heart race like crazy (and maybe get his dick hard, but don’t tell anyone).

Alternatively: Maybe sitting on your boyfriend’s lap isn’t as innocent as you may have thought it would be.”

~ Requested by two anonies ~

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader

Gerne: College!AU, established relationship!AU, domestic!Fluff, Smut

Warnings: shy but horny!Jungkook, shy but horny!Reader, they both think the other is in charge which ends up with them being two needy subs grinding on each other, so much domestic sweetness, listen it’s so cute, making out, lap sitting, thigh riding, she rubs his cock over his clothes, grinding, she grinds her pussy on his cock, unprotected sex in the sense that he cums on her without a condom on but dw they are both clean & on birth control, cuddles for aftercare

Wordcount: 4.1k

a/n: I combined these two requests and decided to go with the Sense of Innocence!couple because they fit them really well. This is so adorable and cute and gosh, I love writing for them. They are both such sweethearts. Enjoy my lovelies, this is also my B-Day present for Koo 💗

You are hanging out at Jungkook’s place today. It is raining outside. The skies were grey and on the roads little rivers of fallen water were making their way downtown.

You don’t mind the weather. Not only because you love rainy weather, but also because Jungkook’s place was really cozy. He has his heaters on at their highest level, keeping the apartment nice and toasty. His diffuser was on as well, soaking the air in a sweet and perfectly faint vanilla scent. He even turned on his galaxy lamp. It is barely visible right now, as you not only have the lights on, but it’s also still bright outside. It still gave the room a slight colourful hue to it, which was nice.

Jungkook is playing Animal Crossing on his TV while you are next to him, playing on your phone.

Your feet you have buried under his thigh, using his body heat to keep your toes warm. Every now and then you can feel Jungkook caressing the back of your calf as a reminder that he was there and you were there and while he was busy with gaming he still thought of you. It was a nice reminder.

Right this moment you received yet another text from your classmate and friend Jia giving you dating advice.

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Omg can we get a fluffy drabble? Please 😭 just yn and kook chillin with their baby 🥹 I really love cruel intentions alot it's one of my all time favorite fics 🙁🩷

you know what - sure. i don't see why not. i suppose I can write something quick 💗💕 i miss jungkook and jin-seon moments

overthinking

That time Jungkook missed Jin-Seon's kindergarten play - and he's pissed about it. (five years after the end of Cruel Intentions) @seokjinkismet @bloodline1632 @babycandy111

word count: 1.180

warning: sfw, fluff, gun violence, cursing, fluff, jungkook and jin-seon moments uwu, jungkook overthinking, reader having to console him,

The surrounding men stand straight once they hear a car door slam. Their eyes revert to the ground, not wishing to come face to face to an angry Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook is fuming once he reaches the site where - of course his men out of all people - had manage to fuck up.

Now Jungkook could be understanding. Since the birth of his son, he began to view the world in a different light. Jin-Seon was like the light of his life - and you being his mother and his wife was right alongside him.

However, what Jungkook didn’t like was when his time with his family was compromised. He had men for a reason to do the shit he didn’t want to - what was he paying people for if they couldn’t get the job done right and correctly?

Jungkook took pride that he has been a part of Jin-seons life since a baby - and now his son is five and he is a familiar face in his life. He eats breakfast with you and Jin-seon each morning and when he is off of school, he makes time out of his day for lunch. You three often go out to wherever Jin-seon desires - parks, amusement parks, zoo’s - and he doesn’t mind wasting one of his men’s salary if it meant that he could keep his son content.

But now? Jeon Jungkook is pissed.

Jin-seon had a play at his school - a kindergarten play where his son was the lead. Front and center and would be looking out in the crowd to not see him - it broke his heart thinking about it. To know that his own father never desired to attend anything that Jungkook deemed important, he made it his mission to be there whenever Jin-seon had hobbies, events or plays. Hell - he even met the teachers because Jin-Seon had asked him and you to.

“Can someone please tell me why I had to leave my son to come here?” Jungkook hisses. “Quickly before I shoot someone’s arm off.”

“Jeon-ssi.” one man steps forward, but appears utterly terrified at his boss. “The shipment is…”

Jungkook awaits for a response that doesn’t come. “Speak up.” he grinds his teeth.

“I thought the shipment was coming,” he says. “I, uh, think it was sent elsewhere.”

“Elsewhere…?” Jungkook crosses his arms. “I put you in charge of shipment and it’s not here.”

The man shakes his head. 

“A large shipment of drugs,” Jungkook says slowly. “that is supposed to be distributed to hundreds of my men to sell…”

The man swallows.

“...is gone?” Jungkook finishes. “Millions of my dollars…is gone?”

The man nods his head. “I believe-”

Jungkook is livid. He inhales deeply, goes into his belt and takes out the gun. It only takes him a minute to shoot - the man hunching over to clutch his bleeding knee. 

“I don’t pay you to believe in anything, Jang.” Jungkook hisses. His eyes glance around to the surrounding men, all scurrying away. “I don’t pay any of you to believe. I pay you to do your jobs right!”

Jungkook places his gun back into his belt and shakes his head. “Have I not been good to you all?” he questions. “I made sure you all are paid handsomely. You don’t even work on holidays! I allow you to be with your kids, don’t I?”

The men are silent, and now Jungkook is even more pissed. 

“Don’t i?!”

“Yes, Jeon-ssi.” the men stammer in unison.

“Exactly. And the one day to fuck up is the day my son has a play. How selfish can you all be?” Jungkook shakes his head again. “Find my shipment. Immediately. Distribute it evenly between the sellers and do it by the end of tomorrow night. I don’t care where it’s at.” Jungkook claps his hands. “And get Jang out of my sight.” he hisses.

“What if he hates me?” Jungkook asks you with wide, scared eyes. “I rushed back as quickly as I could.”

You turn to face him, an amused look on your face.

“Y/N, this isn’t funny.” Jungkook hisses. The crowd is slowly scattering as children run up to their parents. “The play is done and I haven’t even managed to be here for any of it.”

You stop yourself from laughing. You place a hand onto Jungkook’s cheek. “I have videos you can watch. It’ll be fine.”

It wasn’t. It was easier for you to say - you weren’t the one that missed Jin-Seon’s first play. You got to see how adorable he looked in his costume, got to wave at him while he was on stage. Jungkook hadn’t and he regrets not shooting both of Jang’s knees.

“There’ll be more.” you try again, but it wasn’t getting through to Jungkook.

“But he’ll remember the one I missed.” Jungkook turns his eyes away to see where Jin-Seon had run off to. 

You sigh. 

Jungkook is an amazing father and it shouldn’t be a surprise to you after five years. You recall how scared you’d been when you fell pregnant and how you didn’t want your son to live the life Jungkook did - full of crime, murder and apparent emptiness. But he had lived up to his promise of protecting not only Jin-Seon but you, as well. You weren’t the lone parent you initially thought you would be when returning with him many years ago. Jungkook was there for every doctor's appointment, check-up, school meeting - even if he did run his own business full time.

“What if he grows up to hate me?”

“Not this again.” you snort. 

Jungkook crosses his arms, ears growing red with embarrassment.

You heard Jungkook state his ultimate fear was Jin-Seon’s hatred towards him similar to his hatred for his father.

“I’m serious. What if I make this a habit? What if I turn into my father and then boom, he kills me because i became a shitty husband and father-”

“Jin-Seon is five!” you hiss. “He adores you.”

“Now.” Jungkook murmurs. 

“Are you trying to tell me something?” you question. “Are you planning to become a shitty husband and father?”

“No!” Jungkook retorts.

“Then stop overthinking. Jin-Seon’s coming.”

Jin-Seon does come running, eyes sparkling with a wide tooth smile on his face. He jumps into Jungkook’s arms, hugging him close. In his hands he’s holding a rose given out to all the kids who participated in the play. “Appa, you’re here!”

“I am.” Jungkook holds Jin-Seon close, finding his son’s smile contagious. 

“Where were you?”

Jungkook swallows, dreading the question.

“Appa had to work.” you place a hand on Jin-Seon’s head. “But he’s here now.”

Jin-Seon hums but nods. His smile doesn’t falter for a minute as he goes on to tell Jungkook the entirety of the play and just how excited he was. 

You smile as you watch Jungkook and Jin-Seon talk, Jungkook completely enthralled in the conversation to realize that Jin-Seon - though young and only five - had not been upset that his father couldn’t make one event. What did matter was that Jungkook was here now to hear all about it.

STRANGERS • J.K

HELLO JUNGKOOK SMOKING ?!?!?? THE SOMG TOO. I JUST HAD TO WRITE ABOUT IT.

“you know one day you’re gonna get caught smoking” you had told jungkook standing by his side crossing your arms around your chest due to the coldness.

he shrugged. “let ‘em catch me” he said before looking back at you. “gonna tell ‘em my beautiful girlfriend let me..” he added on putting a hand around your shoulder, kissing your forehead.

you rolled your eyes at him, you really didn’t have a say on what jungkook did. did it bother you sometimes that he was smoking? sometimes but he’s a grown man plus the fact that he looks hot smoking cigarettes takes your mind off the fact he smokes.

-

“c’mon baby” jungkook said patting his thigh. you were tired after jungkook had used his pretty mouth on you but you still listened. you went up to jungkook and sat on his lap.

“yk what to do” he said lighting his cigarette. you started riding his thigh, feeling overstimulated. “that’s a good girl, see how easy this is?” he chuckled before putting the cigarette to his mouth. you whined going at a slow pace..jungkook put his available hand on your waist making your pace go a bit faster. “j-jungkook” u cried out throwing your head back. he looked to the side, blowing the smoke out. “you can’t take it can’t you? you wanna make your boyfriend happy don’t you?” he said mocking you, slapping your ass. you instantly nodded, “yes-yes jungkook wanna make you happy!” you cried out.

“such a good girl, just for me huh?” he asked as he threw the cigarette, stepping on it. “j-just for you..no one else” you don’t know how u got that out but you did. “so beautiful” he said kissing your nipples, as you whined. "Doing' so good princess. want you to cum. cum all over me” he said meaning each word. "You're so pretty like this. my pretty angel.” to say jungkook was possessive was NOT pushing it. jungkook would start an argument with anyone who would eyefuck you. “too much..too much for me.” you cursed when jungkook attached his lips to one of your nipples. jungkook pulled back staring at you, “gonna marry you one day.” he said putting a strand of your hair behind your ear. that was the last thing your heard before you came, you came hard and all over jungkooks thigh.

-

“what are you thinking about” he asked throwing his head back blowing out all the smoke.

“nothing” you murmured. what you guys didn’t know, is that someone was recording everything. from jungkook smoking to him wrapping his arm around your shoulder. oh how the internet was gonna take it..

hush hush; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.5k

rating: 18+

genre: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother’s best friend, college!au, fwb

warnings: koo is a menace!! aka horny, dick pic, masturbating (m&f), spitting, dirty talk, pic of tummy covered in cum </3, jelly jk & oc, jungkook asks for a more committed relationship 😳 & oc dips immediately 👊

summary: pov: you receive a dick pic from jungkook while you're out on a family dinner.

a/n: teehee just a little silly something cause it's my birthday n i rlly love this couple <3 🫂

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Jungkook

can u send me a pic of your boobies

It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes, on rare occasions, Jungkook manages to catch you off guard.

You

?

you know that i'm out with my family

Jungkook

why are u on your phone then

is your date boring

You

he's not my date you goof

but no

he's actually very nice

very pretty too

You steal a glance at Minho, who is sitting across from you. Clad in a black Burberry shirt, he sends a charming smile your way. You return it with a shy smile, gripping the phone you’re hiding underneath the table a little harder.

Jungkook

why are u texting me then

go enjoy yourself

You

you texted me first?

Jungkook

thought maybe you needed a distraction

You

no i'm fine

i mean it is kinda boring sometimes but

minhos brother is pretty funny

without him this dinner wouldn’t have been nearly as fun

Jungkook

wdym

he has a brother?

You

yeah he studies abroad but is back in seoul for a couple months

Jungkook

what's his name

You

eunwoo

taehyung knows him

they used to play hockey when they were little

maybe you know him too?

Jungkook

send me a pic of him?

You

jungkook 🙄

oh my god

you don’t need a pic of everything

Jungkook

yes i do

especially after you promised me to take a pic of your fit?

i’m still waiting

You

didn’t have timee

Jungkook

you always have time for me

You

no

you just always catch me at a time when i’m free 🙄

Jungkook

if that makes you sleep at night

ego too big to admit that you’re obsessed with me

You

me????

obsessed with you???

you’re silly jungkook

Jungkook

that’s bold coming from a girl who was screaming for more around my dick last night

Your head snaps up. Flusteredly searching the table for eyes who might have caught your sudden reaction.

“Is Jungkook texting you?” Taehyung asks, nodding to your phone in your hands.

You swallow. Hard.

“Yeah. Apparently he’s really bored at home,” you explain. “Doesn’t know what to do, so he texted me.”

“Tell him I might come to the party later,” your brother says.

You nod your head until Taehyung’s attention is no longer on you.

You

how dare you

Jungkook

???

just stating the truth

You

tae saw you texting me

Jungkook

oopss

You

he didn’t see what you texted

thank god

he said he might go to the party later

are you going?

Jungkook

hmm

don’t know

the only girl i wanna fuck rn is you

are you going?

You

no

parties are no fun when tae is around

Jungkook

watchu wearing btw

You

black dress

from miu miu

Jungkook

is it short

You

yes

Jungkook

fuck

And that’s when Jungkook surprises you a second time that night.

He sends you a pic of the hard-on he sports. He has wrapped his palm around the base, tilting his veiny length against his chiselled abdomen. His pretty mushroom tip lies above his belly button.

You instantly close your phone.

You peek at Taehyung, but he is in a deep conversation with Eunwoo.

“I need to use the restroom real quick,” you excuse yourself.

On your way there you dial Jungkook’s number.

“If I had known it is that easy to get you on the phone, I’d have done it way earlier,” Jungkook says the second he picks up.

When you enter the restroom, you’re lucky no one is in there. You hurriedly slip into a bathroom stall.

“What were you thinking?” you hiss in a whisper, the door shutting behind you.

“Thinking of you, clearly.”

“I’m sitting right next to Tae, you moron.”

“I was hoping you’d be next to that funny dude.”

You roll your eyes. “Quit being petty.”

“Just relax for five minutes,” Jungkook says, voice all deep and smooth. “Slip your fingers into your panties and have some fun with me, yeah?”

His soft voice nearly has you melting away – everything sounds so simple coming from his lips.

“What if someone comes in?” you voice your concern.

“You can be quiet. I taught you well.”

You bite your lip at the thought of your secret late-night calls when one of you two couldn’t resist – mostly Jungkook though – and it was incredibly difficult to stay quiet while Taehyung slept in the room next to yours.

You tug your panties down, middle finger running along your pussy.

“I have, like, three minutes,” you tell him.

You can hear Jungkook spitting on his cock. “I can work with that.” The faint noises of him pumping his lubed cock fill your ears and your finger starts circling around your clit.

“Been wanting you all day long;” Jungkook groans with a strained voice. “Fuck, I need you so bad.”

His desperate words are honey to your ears. You love him wanting you. Your finger moves faster, adding a little more pressure on your sensitive bud.

“Already missing me after just one day?” you giggle. “That’s not good, Koo. I can’t always sneak out for you.”

“Just love your pussy so much.” He spits again and your eyes roll at the sound.

“Can’t believe what you’re making me do.”

“What? I’m just saving you from a boring dinner.”

“It’s not that boring,” you defend.

“But you’re still having more fun with me,” Jungkook points out. “Don’t you?” he presses.

You bite your lip. “Mayhaps.”

“Fuck– if you were here, I’d shove my cock down your throat. Make those pretty eyes cry for me.”

Your brows furrow in pleasure. Your pussy is dripping with arousal for him.

“God, I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” You hear the smile in his voice – can exactly picture the subtle hint of a smirk on his face.

Your head falls back, a breathless moan flying past your mouth. “That’s the problem.”

“That’s not considered a problem.” Jungkook huffs. “Girls just like me. That’s the standard.”

“You need to stop talking or I’ll hang up.”

Your ears fill with the sweetest laughter from him. “I’m sorry, princess. I forgot you don’t like when I talk about other girls.”

Actually, you feel like throwing up whenever he mentions other girls, but he doesn’t need to know that. It’s not like you’re not with other guys as well. You just hate hearing about girls that Jungkook hooked up with when he’s with you.

“I don’t care,” you say, aiming for an indifferent undertone. “But you need to shut up and moan more, or I won’t cum.”

Jungkook’s chuckles deeply. “Would love to fill you up right now.”

A whine escapes you. “Jungkook.”

“You want that? Want your pussy filled my cum?”

“Always,” you moan, starting to move your hips along your hand movements.

"Wanna see you," Jungkook mumbles.

"Can't take pictures. I don't have time."

Jungkook’s moans get louder and you can’t help yourself but utter a few whimpers as well.

“I’m close.” Your tummy tingles – just a few more flicks over your clit and you’re cumming.

“Cum with me.” Jungkook’s tone takes on a husky note. “Fuck, princess, I’m gonna cum.”

Breathy moans reach your left ear while you shakily whine his name. Pleasure rushes through your entire body and your eyes screw shut.

“Shit,” he curses. “Wanna see how much I came?”

You laugh foolishly, a little light-headed. “Sure.”

Jungkook sends you a picture of his toned tummy covered with streaks of cum. His cock his still hard, resting near his belly button, the tip all swollen.

“Oh,” you marvel. “Pretty.”

“We could change that, you know?”

You swallow, still feeling dizzy. “Change what?” You tug your panties up, after cleaning yourself.

“Me talking about other girls?” he reminds you. “If you want it to be just me and you, we could arrange that. That’s fine by me.”

Your eyes widen a little. Jungkook is offering to be in a committed situationship and your brain short-circuits.

“But what about all the girls throwing themselves at you?” you reply in mock pity. “You can’t do that to them.” Jungkook is one of the most popular hockey players on his team. Every girl is thirsting for him. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him alone at parties, he always has someone by his side.

“I don’t care about them.”

“You’re a meanie.” You huff. “Uhm, I think I should head back. I think I have dessert waiting for me.”

“You’re coming over?” he asks.

“You’re goofy, Jungkook.” You roll your eyes with a soft smile forming on your mouth. “Can we talk later?”

“Yeah, sure,” he replies, but doesn’t sound as bubbly as before.

You hang up, let out the longest sigh ever and leave the restroom.

~

With hot cheeks you return to the table.

“You okay?” your mum asks as you walk past her to your seat.

“Uh-huh.”

When you still feel her glance on you, you say, “Nothing's wrong.“ and add a little smile afterwards.

While you were gone, they served your table dessert. A mango parfait with coconut sorbet is just what you’re in need for.

“Eunwoo also comes to the party later,” Taehyung says when you sit down. “You wanna join us?”

“Sure,” you reply absent-mindedly.

You can’t focus on anything, Jungkook’s words are on loop in your mind.

You should tell him that his offer is a stupid idea. A very stupid one.

The way your heart flutters at the thought of being the only girl he fucks should tell you enough.

But that is exactly why you want it so bad.

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this is so so cute 🩷🥹

summary: in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy.

> idol!jungkook x reader / est. relationship, fluff, angst / word count: 7k

> content/warnings: yea shirtless jungkook should be a warning… one (1) spank then he kisses it better, also gives a kiss to that lil bow on oc’s undies >:( + a flashback of oc crying and him getting stressed out bcs oc is a careless brat fr

> in which masterlist!

note: hehe i’m here <3 this drabble is basically just oc in a mood and jungkook being the sweetest bf ever 🤨 idk how it got this long either heh it didn’t feel that way at all while i wrote-edited? but i hope u enjoy and i’d love to hear ur thoughts 🥺 reblogs/feedback are appreciated !! <3

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“oh my god- fuck!”

you cover your mouth in shock, squeezing your eyes shut and flinching at the ear-splitting sound that bounces off the walls of the apartment.

jungkook is rendered frozen, eyebrows furrowed and jaw slacked, staring down at his shirt largely stained by the chocolate milk you were walking around with after brunch.

“damn…”

his eyes are irritable when they communicate with yours.

“baby! really? did it have to be the white one?”

but seconds later, they become worried and calculating — wandering all over the tiled floor, and then your bare feet infront of his slides-clad ones, surrounded by shattered pieces of ceramic.

the collateral damage. an unforeseen tragedy.

suffice to say, jungkook woke up this morning blissfully unaware of the turbulent storm threatening to make a playground out of your mind. it’s craving to feed destruction, and here he is living with you under the same roof, an unfortunate casualty from your antics.

the hand-painted mug, wet from the condensation, slipped away from your hands when you accidentally collided with his tough build at the intersection of the living room and the kitchen. this… wasn’t part of the plan. the plan was a little spill and this is a landslide.

“that was expensive too.” you utter wistfully, chest deflating as you release an exasperated breath. “sorry. i’ll clean up everything. just stay there and i’ll- when did i last see the broom-”

his doe eyes grow two times its size when you start looking around the apartment in search of the broom, and perhaps something you can use to pat yourself and jungkook dry, causing your feet to unconsciously shift on the treacherous ground.

“ba-baby! don’t move! you’re going to hurt yourself. are you crazy?” he interrupts you with a hiss, voice stern as his hands curl around your arms to hold you steady. “it’s okay. this is nothing, i’m not mad… just stay still, understand?”

you nod slowly as he lets go, eyebrows knitting together to convey confusion when he starts pulling his shirt over his head, revealing miles of bare skin and planes of defined muscles on a perfect silhouette. perfect because it’s jungkook.

alright… to see him half-naked wasn’t one of your intentions, but you’re definitely not one to complain.

“tsk, i think i need to shower again.”

figuring that the internet has a solution to every problem one could think of, jungkook has decided to accept the horror that has happened to his shirt. what was it again? salt? vinegar? baking soda? powder? fuck it, he’ll search for it later.

he throws caution to the wind by using it to wipe his damp torso, brushing it over his tan skin glistening with a sheen of the liquid that you wittingly spilled. he winces at the uncomfortable stickiness that could be felt across his stomach, but he can’t help but to laugh when he sees how it further accentuated his abs.

and if only you were in a chipper mood today, you would be laughing along with him. would’ve taken over cleaning him up, apologized with a kiss on his waist. too bad you’re not.

eventually, he gives up on erasing on the feeling, proceeding to fold the shirt in halves.

“what are you doing?” you snap, putting on a guise of harsher irritation over your dreamy stares at your boyfriend’s glorious physique. “are we just supposed to stand here forever like idiots?”

“what is this? why are you so grumpy today?” he questions with a frown, patting your cheek with the soft cottony fabric because the splash managed to reach your face unbeknownst to you.

and then he bends down to place the folded shirt infront of your feet, looking up to you with his galaxy-filled eyes to say, “here- come on. stand here while i clean up.”

you stand isolated on the safe zone he created, childishly pouting with your arms crossed over chest as you wait for him to pick up your slippers in the bedroom.

the simple answer to jungkook’s question is you’re bored and in a bad mood. the more complex answer would be you came up with a one-man game you can only win if you successfully piss your boyfriend off, but you’re too scared to pull off anything that will legitimately make him upset with you.

because the last time you made him angry, it hasn’t been… that long ago. he’s been keeping a closer eye on you since then, and you’ve been trying to be good. keyword being trying. after all, you did lost his car key… at a beach three hours away from home. you searched the entire shore — retraced your steps, made your knees and palms bleed digging through the rocky sand, curled up by the waves to wallow in self-blame and the smell of salt-air defeat. you were nearly in tears as you listened to the call ring for what felt like an eternity, unsure if he already wrapped up the company meeting he mentioned to you the day before.

you still remember the desperate words you greeted him with instead of ‘hello’.

“babe, promise me you won’t be mad.”

—

“____, you didn’t even tell me you were coming here! care to explain that to me first? huh?”

your name, and not ‘baby’? heavens above have mercy; you’re fucked.

jungkook presses the heels of his palms over his eyes to alleviate the dull throbbing of his head, breathing heavily to compose himself, but he can’t disguise the frustration deeply embedded in his voice.

“you scared me!”

not yelling, but tone evidently very upset with you. somehow, that makes you feel worse.

“i had to make up an excuse infront of everyone and drive here fast. i was so worried of you being here all alone when it gets dark!”

“it’s your car so i thought i had to let you know right away. i’m sorry.” you chew at your bottom lip anxiously, eyes brimming with tears as you barely muster up the courage to observe how he’s handling this.

your heart pounds louder in your chest when he finally looks down at you, guilty and gloomy, sat on a wooden bench painted yellow. it drops to your stomach when you see the sullen expression painting his face a light shade of red.

“where did you lose it?”

you open your mouth, but no words come out. you can only manage to point at the shore with your disoriented eyes, and he traces the direction with his. the majestic orange sky where the sun descends below the horizon fails to be recognized by your foggy, distracted minds.

it’s silent for a few beats, then he huffs, breathing out a sarcastic chuckle before burying his face in hands.

“baby, please. please. are you sure you’re not pranking me right now?”

“no! do you think i’d joke like this? i really tried my best to find it!” you sniffle, roughly wiping away the lone tear that escapes your eye. you’re almost too humiliated to continue talking, volume falling a few notches above a whisper. “but the waves were getting stronger.”

he vehemently shakes his head, rendered speechless and stuttering, malfunctioning. he doesn’t think he has ever imagined this type of scenario before. “this is crazy. really… this is unbelievable… how did this even happen?”

he exhales loudly before removing his hands, revealing a calmer exterior. be that as it may, his skin is more flushed, all the way to his ears and down to his neck, where his veins have become noticeably prominent.

“i mean, what else can we do about it? i’ll request for a new one.”

“but are we just going to leave the car here?”

“did you leave anything in there?”

“i left my bag, but…” you pat the pockets of your skirt to check if your valuables didn’t meet the same fate as the car key. “i brought my phone and wallet with me.”

he nods. “then i’ll call a towing service.”

you pout.

“it’s such a bother.”

feeling exhausted after burning a concerning amount of energy in search of the missing item, you stand on wobbly feet to loop your arms around his waist.

maybe it’s to coax him into forgiving you. maybe it’s to make yourself feel better, nuzzle your face on his chest to drive away the anxiety weighing on your shoulders. but as it’s being lifted off, so is the barrier withholding your salty tears.

“i’m so careless. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i should’ve drove my car instead.”

“ye- no, that’s not…” he cuts himself off with a sigh.

he puts an arm around you, pushing his hair back and repeatedly carding his fingers through it out of habit.

“seriously, baby… you stress me out so much, do you know that? you’re always wandering around places you’re not familiar with… this is secluded. it’s dangerous. you could get hurt if you bump into the wrong people… really, i’m just relieved it’s not yourself that you lost this time!”

the recollection of old flashbacks playing in his mind like a movie reel elicits a throaty chuckle from him, low and rough, the vibrations of his chest rudely awakening the butterflies in your stomach.

“you couldn’t even send me a text. you didn’t turn on your location. i would’ve lost my fucking mind again… did you even thought of that? or is that what you wanted, huh? baby? you enjoy driving me crazy like this?”

and the confession tucked inside his scolding obliterates any coherent thoughts in your head, causing you to lose control of your whirlwind of emotions.

“this isn’t fair. you said you won’t be mad.” you wail out in response, tears fiercely leaking from your eyes akin to a rainstorm. “i didn’t know this would happen!”

he clicks his tongue, gingerly caressing your wet cheeks with his thumb, then with the rest of his fingers, and the paw of his jacket, because the streams just seem to have no plans of ceasing. his wide eyes worriedly scans your tear-stained face, heart squeezed painfully by the restrained sobs forcefully ripping themselves from your throat.

“shhh, shh. don’t cry- don’t cry. i’m not mad, i was just worried about you.”

“jungkook, you’re lying.” you whine. “don’t lie to me. i don’t like it.”

he slowly blinks at you, head hanging low as to compose his thoughts before he reconnects with your eyes. a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips before his tongue unconsciously sweeps over them, its tip catching the silver ring piercing through his skin to play with it.

a moment of silence, thick with restlessness and anticipation, harder to breathe with the unique smell of the salt-air entering and leaving your lungs.

you feel small under his stoic gaze. you want to sit back down and cry harder.

your boyfriend is mad. your boyfriend is infuriatingly hot even when he’s disappointed in you. you need to dig a hole in the sand and live there forever. after everything, these are the only thoughts left running in your head.

“okay, fine. you lost the key of our car in the ocean, ____. but what if someone already found it by chance?” he cocks his head to the side, briefly peering at the road behind you.

he knows that it’s no use. even if he does see the white jeep wheeling by, is he supposed to assume that he can outrun it by some heaven-granted miracle?

“what then? hm…? what else can we do? i guess it could be getting stolen right now and we don’t even know. you parked so far away.”

god, please, not your favorite car.

“it’s not only the car. i still have important documents left in the compartment too.” this only dawns on him now, judging by the look of distress written on his face. he suddenly slaps his thigh, and you flinch a little. “fuck! i should’ve cleaned sooner!”

“then you are mad.” you arrive at a conclusion, chin wobbling as you sniffle. “about a lot of things.”

you resist the urge to stomp your feet. you want to throw a tantrum so bad. tell him that he shouldn’t be keeping such things in the car in the first place, that he owns a safe for fuck’s sake, but you know you can’t get away with shifting the blame because you messed up horribly in comparison.

“i get it. i’m sorry… i take full responsibility this time.”

“shit, baby.” he deeply sighs.

it becomes quiet again. he just looks at your face with knitted eyebrows, not saying anything more, and you try your best to cut off your crying, not to act conscious, but your eyes still fall on the sand. they stay there for a few beats to avoid the intensity of his gaze.

he almost sounds pained when he finally speaks. “how can i stay mad at you when you’re crying?”

he tilts up your chin, and your glassy eyes, sparkling with a new wave of tears, look at him beseechingly.

the setting sun. an eternal witness to a brand new day of humans being humans. it kisses your skin with its golden light, bathing your figure to radiate an angelic glow that drives him to consider once more that you could just be an enchanting character across dreams and the year is still 2017.

you sniffle again, brushing off his hand. sometimes you despise that jungkook brings out messiest, most unstable side of you. you know that he practically signed up for this, and he will always love you the same, love you even more. but that doesn’t take away the fact that you’re so embarrassed.

“but i’m not crying just to make you feel bad, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“yah, that wasn’t what i meant?” he frowns, eyes softening at your reply. “of course. i know that.”

the cracks in your voice, he seals with a soft kiss on your lips, tender and swollen caused by the onslaught of your sharp teeth.

“anyway, i can take care of replacing it. i mean, it’s not like it can get stolen just like that, right…?”

he sounds rather nervous convincing the both of you.

“but i’m most worried about you. i can lose everything but you.” his tattooed arm pulls you closer, casting aside the tension by leaving not even an inch of space between your bodies. he tenderly rubs your back to console you, and another kiss is granted to your temple, his soothing voice slightly muffled as his lips stay glued to you. “did i make you cry? i’m sorry, baby, i’m sorry… it’s okay. things like this can happen.”

“no, i’m sorry.” you aggressively shake your head and he carries on with wiping your cheeks, the back of his hand brushing off the tears that drip across your chin. he dries his hand on the hem of his jacket only to get it wet all over again.

“let’s just learn from this and move on. promise me that you’ll be more careful next time, okay? you can do that, right?”

jungkook does scold you every now and then, but although you stress him out, he would hate it if he’s not the first person you call when you’re in trouble. he would hate it if you act nonchalant and secretly cry when you’re hurt. but most of all, he can’t imagine a life in which you don’t make his world spin, much as he tends to get too dizzy at times.

your defiant hum makes his tense shoulders drop in disappointment.

“there should be a bus stop somewhere, i’ll just go home on my own. i don’t want to keep stressing you out.”

you will yourself to break free from his embrace, dragging yourself away to leave behind a trail of footprints in the sand, and he knows he’ll be running after you today, too.

“oh? you better stop right there!” he warns with a hand over his hip.

you become smaller and smaller in his eyes with every tick of the clock, much like how the sun is gradually getting swallowed by the ocean.

“i’ll get angry for real if you disappear from my sight. really, i’m not joking!”

angry? what a joke. you know that he’d cry blood searching for you if you get lost.

“oh? you’re really not going to stop?!”

jungkook’s voice fall on deaf ears, except that of the dog leashed to a tree that stands infront of a humble home. it seethingly barks at him from many meters away.

“fucking shit. i need alcohol.” he chuckles to himself, rubbing his tired eyes. “____, i swear, you’re getting too stubborn these days. what should i do with you?”

but you’re too far away to hear him, and so, he answers himself.

“eh, it is what it is.”

the wind blows with a quiet whistle, deadly as it fuels the roaring waves.

“AH! nuh-uh!” he exclaims, jaw dropping in alarm when he sees an urgent reason to chase after you, putting those leg days at the gym to good use.

you jump, a squeak leaving your mouth when out of nowhere, a solicitous palm smooths over your behind, sliding down to the back of your thighs to hold down your rippling skirt.

but you’re determined to be unyielding, eyes shooting daggers at jungkook. “leave me alone. i can do it myself.”

“baby, isn’t that a little rude? is that how you say ‘thank you’?”

“thank you. now let’s go our separate ways.”

and just like that, you’re walking away again.

“shit.” he curses quietly through gritted teeth, pulling at his hair. “babe, please come back… i’m sorry! i didn’t mean that!”

—

“jungkook! how many times do i need to tell you to turn off faucet properly?!”

you’re hot on jungkook’s tail as he makes his way to the laundry room beside the kitchen, carrying a laundry basket over his hip. he’s still shirtless, only clad in a different pair of shorts after a quick shower.

“the bathroom sink was close to overflowing! again!”

“i know what you’re doing.”

“what? what am i doing?”

the basket touches the ground, standing beside the dryer, and then he turns to face you, eyebrows shooting up. “picking a fight with me won’t work today.”

“why?” your tone borders on a whine.

“what do you mean ‘why’?” he laughs in jest. “why? why do you want to fight with me so bad?”

“i don’t know.” you exhale loudly, rolling your eyes and shrugging. “just because!”

“well, that’s not very convincing, is it?” he teases you with a grin, proceeding to open the dryer to dump the fresh laundry in the basket. the clothes you wore in the past week once again soaked up the sweet, floral scent the people around you distinctly recognizes to be your own and jungkook’s.

“i know, but i’m done playing now. you’re not hearing me.” you close your eyes in frustration, recounting the other times you had to say these exact words. “you’re going to flood our house.”

“okay, okay. i won’t forget to double-check it from now on. i promise.”

“sure, that’s what you also said last time.” you indignantly scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “i’m not turning it off for you anymore. if we get flooded, i’m leaving you. i’m moving out.”

your threat puts a halt to his movements for a split second before he’s adorably replying in a sing-song voice. “then i’m going with you.”

“no, you’re not.”

and it doesn’t come as a shock to you that jungkook doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.

“huh! good luck trying to stop me.” he slams the door of the dryer shut, standing up straight. “it’s not easy getting rid of me. you know that.”

he walks to the middle of the room to get a good view of you at the entrance. with the other resting on his hip, he lies his palm flat over the counter, outstretched arm cascading with varied colors of ink in sharp lines and swirling curves.

fuck, he has to know what he’s doing — flexing his muscles like that, not playing fair.

“aigoo, look at you glaring at me. you want to fight?”

and you’d feel intimidated by his challenging stare, the quirk of his eyebrow, his teeth sinking on his bottom lip… only if he didn’t blink to rake a stare over your body, lingering on your smooth legs that couldn’t be covered by your mere underwear. only if they didn’t flicker back to your face, and only if he didn’t smirk like a lovesick fool.

“so cute.” he chuckles. “you’re totally my type.”

“shut up.” you roll your eyes at the random compliment. “i know, i already get that a lot.”

his smile then fades, not so thrilled with the reminder that it’s so easy to fall in love with you, and therefore anyone would die to take his place. he knows that they hover around you like moths to a flame when he’s not there. well, he really can’t blame them, can he? you’re so fucking attractive.

“what does that mean…? who else is saying it, huh? tell me. i think i have a few guesses.”

“does it matter?” you stare at him blankly, which then turns into a piercing glare. “jungkook! i was just talking about you not paying enough attention. look at you proving me right!”

the stomp of your feet on the floor tells him that you’ve reached a level of frustration near to inducing a flood of tears.

oh, he truly got called out, huh?

“i’m sorry- i’m sorry. i admit that. i’m sorry, my love. i was just joking around. i’m listening well now.” he winces guiltily, beckoning you to be where he is. “come here then.”

“i don’t want to.” you stay rooted in your spot. “who do you think you are?”

“m-me…? i’m your boyfriend. boyfriend!” he points at himself, index finger repeatedly poking his bare chest to emphasize his point. his arm then drops to his side. his doe eyes widen as he breathes out a sigh of disbelief. “oh, i’m really getting upset now?”

you bite back a smile. the sweet taste of victory.

you can’t be the only one, can you?

“aish, i see you’re having your way again.” he chuckles, taking it upon himself to cross the distance between you. his hands find purchase on the curves of your waist, and every nerve in your body turns into a live wire. “let’s just go out today. do you want to practice boxing at the gym with me?”

didn’t he just watch you do arms day this morning? does he think you have the same stamina as him? you make a face of disapproval and shake your head.

“shall we go to a rage room again then? break more stuff?” he playfully sticks his tongue out, and you glare once more.

for the record, you loved that mug.

“boring.”

“and fighting with me is fun?”

you purse your lips into a thin line. “well, it’s not boring.”

“of course.” he laughs, softly squeezing your waist, pads of his thumbs mindlessly tracing shapes over the fabric of your top.

all of a sudden, he’s tugging you closer to envelope you in his embrace, voice slightly muffled as he sweetly talks. “are you mad at me for real? i’m sorry. sorry, sorry, sorry. sorry. i’ll really be more mindful of the things you remind me about, i swear… i don’t like fighting. it breaks my heart when you cry.”

what is this five foot ten man with bulging biceps, tattoo sleeve, and piercings doing here in the crook of your neck — affectionately nuzzling his face on your skin and telling you in a baby voice that he doesn’t like fighting?

you don’t know, but you feel good.

and his bare body is so comfortingly soft and warm.

he draws back for a kiss but his nose and lips only graze your cheek when you turn away, and you don’t see the sadness that flashes across his face.

“so what i’m hearing is… you don’t like fighting with me because i’m too sensitive? is that the truth?”

“no!” he perks up to interject without hesitation, shaking his head. “but i don’t think that’s a bad thing anyway… being sensitive.”

but you admit being a crybaby. you cry when you’re angry.

that’s when jungkook distinguishes the glint of mischief swimming in your irises. he feels dizzy after having his heart drop to his stomach.

“no. no, no.”

his mirthful grin returns, revealing his perfect set of teeth.

“ahh, i’m stressed!” he closes his eyes, throwing his head back, chest puffing up when he breathes in then out. “i knew it. no, i’m not falling for this trap!”

then he flees the room carrying the laundry basket, leaving you doubled over and covering your mouth to silence your giggles of amusement.

“i’m hanging the laundry now!”

“how dare you walk away from me?!”

“you can’t follow me!”

“i’m not.” you scoff, purposely bumping your hips against his. “i’ll vacuum the living room.”

—

“where are you going? gym?” you genuinely begin to sulk, watching your boyfriend slide into a baggy pair of bleached denim pants. “are you leaving me here?”

he avoids your inquiring eyes, ignoring you as he pulls up his zipper and does the button. you pout when he walks further away to pull out a black shirt from the clothing rack.

“is that it? are you tired of me already?”

he tosses its hanger in the basket where you discard the empty ones before wearing the final piece of clothing, covering himself fully for the first time today.

you sigh, feeling dejected. “you don’t love me anymore?”

and jungkook needs to physically restrain himself so he won’t grab your face and say ‘i love you’ over and over again until he runs out of breath.

you leave the closet to follow him to the bedroom, where he sits on the edge of the mattress to put on his socks.

you stand by him, patience quickly running thin. “hello?”

he brushes away the non-existent dirt on the left sock before switching his legs to put on the right one.

“did i turn invisible?”

your eyebrows furrow in disappointment. this isn’t how fighting works. you need a reaction at the very least.

you tug at the sleeve of his shirt, starting to get annoyed, already planning your exit if he continues this act. “you’re hurting my feelings. you’re not even going to look at me?”

he mumbles, and you almost fail to piece his phrase together. “can’t, you’re too pretty.”

his big brown eyes faintly glimmer with hope when he looks up at you, puckering his rose-tinted lips and making kissing sounds.

your sweet and clingy boyfriend, he’s making this too difficult.

a tsunami of affection washes over you, and it becomes impossible for you not to crack at his cheekiness then. “jungkook, you’re impossible!”

atleast he tried to shoot his shot.

“tsk, see? i thought so!” he grumbles, snapping the elastic band on his ankle. “just want one kiss.”

he disappears into the closet again.

he returns not a minute later, unceremoniously placing a white bucket hat on your head before tugging it down to obstruct your vision.

“hey!”

you hastily take it off, scowling at your laughing boyfriend who turns out to be already wearing a black bucket hat of his own.

“you’re bored, aren’t you? let’s go out, have some sun.”

“no.”

you reply exactly as your boyfriend predicted you would.

jungkook captures your wrist to slip his credit card on your palm, folding your fingers over it, but they aren’t enough to hide the black rectangular thing you can use to buy the world with if you wanted to. your amusement spills out as giggles, brighter as he pushes your hand to your chest so you have no other choice but to accept it.

he scrunches his nose, face only inches away from yours as he persuades you with his natural charm. “what if we go shopping, hmm?”

“thanks babe, but i can’t think of anything i want right now.” you sniffle with teary eyes, flipping the card and holding it between your longest fingers as muscle memory takes control.

“then just keep it incase you see something you want.”

he kneels on the floor out of the blue, and you eye him curiously, your fingers automatically tangling with his silky locks before making a loose fist.

“here, put some pants on. hurry-” he presents your pair of faded gray cargo pants.

you tug at his hair lightly, which prompts him to lift his head. you scrunch your nose cutely, giggling. “i’m spoiled.”

“ey, so what if you are?” he brushes off your observation with his satoori accent, blithe tone listing down reasons. “i love you. i worked hard so i can do these things for you. we moved in together so we can take care of each other.”

and you want to cry. you truly do. your face began to feel warm after he said that he loves you, but the tears never make it past your lash line when his big palm lands a loud smack on your ass, skin-to skin.

“but i do think that you are a brat. does that count for something?”

it catches you by surprise, and a scandalized gasp escapes your mouth as you feel the sting spreading across your skin.

“shut up! give that to me.” you roll your eyes, stealing the pants from his grasp.

“see, that’s what i’m talking about.” he chuckles lightheartedly. “get dressed then.”

his fingers dig in the soft flesh of your thighs when he pulls you closer to kiss the tiny little ribbon on your underwear, heart-shaped lips pressed to you so firmly you can trace their outline bleeding through the thin fabric and onto your skin. “mmm-mwah!”

and then you feel them there next, where it still hurts, a softer kiss in comparison to soothe the sting he left behind.

your heart is beating so loud you can feel it in your throat, feeble knees nearly giving away to crash and break.

who does that so casually? who the hell does that?

oh, right… jungkook. of course.

you raise the white flag today.

perhaps he will flood the apartment tomorrow, and you can stay angry longer then.

—

“what’s taking him so long?” you mutter absentmindedly to yourself, lost eyes scanning the park in hopes of getting a glimpse of your boyfriend and his classic jungkook outfit, but he’s still nowhere to be seen.

your sour mood makes a reappearance.

to your credit, taking you out and then asking you to wait here without telling you where he’s going is rude, and you’re lonely and jealous of the couples around you having a picnic. not to mention that the clouds have uncovered the sun and you’re burning.

this scene also leads your brain to wander to those cliche flashbacks in a film or a show where a parent lies to their child that they’ll come back, and then they doesn’t. it’s always, always at some sort of park.

oh, for fuck’s sake, why are you wasting your time giving this a lot of thought?

too bored and antsy to sit still, you finally decide to text jungkook.

to: my baby love

i'm gonna look for food. do you want anything?

orrr is that what you're away buying 😥

WHERE ARE YOU

why didn't you just take me with youuuu

?

please me lonely :(

[sent 1 photo]

a black cat !! is sleeping on my shoes!! 😭

i miss you :(

are you almost done

i hate u

whatever i'm going. call if you still remember that you're someone's bf i guess.

—

jungkook crosses the street like an excited puppy, long pretty hair bouncing as he practically skips his way to the area where he left you to wait.

only to be greeted by a complete stranger.

his radiant beam fades into a hue of confusion.

the bench is now occupied by a woman chugging an energy drink after running laps around the park.

they lock eyes for a split second. he averts his befuddled stare to pretend that nothing happened, walking past her with a bouquet of sunflowers until he settles down two benches away.

he wears his bucket hat again only for him to throw it aside with a sigh, messing with his hair to release his frustration. of course you left. he can only snort to himself while he reads the last message you sent. you’re so cute. he knows you’ve never been keen on having to wait, but he didn’t expect himself to take so long either.

not wanting you to be upset with him another second longer, he instantly decides to call you.

his forehead creases when his phone vibrates, informing him that he typed an incorrect password. he tries again, slow and deliberate, only for the same thing to happen, and he begins to feel nervous.

what the fuck?

okay, calm down, JK. one more time.

he freezes as the same words flash on the screen. his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he feels the irritation bubbling up inside of him.

“why is it like this…? what’s your problem? what am i touching wrong?”

—

you return to the park more carefree than before. since jungkook is god knows where, you decided to have a picnic on your own. you had to buy a new picnic blanket, though. you can’t get the one in the car because he has the key. but just to be petty, you hope that he figured it out from the text notifications he got when you used his card.

oh, there he is looking angrily at his phone.

you halt on your tracks, instantly pulling the brakes on your feet when you recognize your boyfriend from your peripheral vision. you slowly chew the remaining tteokbokki in your mouth.

he’s holding his phone… and he hasn’t called you yet?

“wow, did you seriously forgot about me?”

upon hearing your familiar voice, jungkook’s features soften, not having to squint at the sunlight either because you’ve kindly blocked it with your back.

“where did you even go? i didn’t see you!”

the password-protected device that’s been giving him a headache for the past ten minutes is abandoned in the depths of his pocket.

“baby,” he utters airily as he stands on his feet, reaching out to hold your forearm. “i’m sorry. i took so long, didn’t i…? i went to buy you flowers but they didn’t have tulips anywhere. anywhere. every shop said someone bought all of them!”

he scratches his head with a sheepish grin, revealing the bouquet he’s been concealing behind him.

“i got you sunflowers instead… they-” he points at them, eyes flickering on the bundle of yellow flowers he’s offering as a gift. “they’re not bad. i think they’re pretty too. you like them too, right?”

sunflowers are pretty. after all, it used to be your favorite in middle school, mostly because it’s the first flower you received from an admirer… it was for your birthday and you felt like you died when it withered, heavily on-brand for a young heart drawn to romance. excluding that, everything has changed. it’s a typical saturday and beads of sweat have formed on your lover’s forehead after running around under the sun. you think you can keep them alive longer this time around.

“i like you the most.”

and then he receives his gift in return, that particularly sweet smile of yours he only sees when you’re so giddy.

his heart flutters wildly at your following actions.

“kiss.” you adorably demand, copying his pout earlier when he was asking for a kiss.

but unlike you who left his wish ungranted, he crosses the distance to plant a kiss on your lips. he pulls away a mere three inches, muttering to confront you. “but i thought you hated me?”

“who said that? that wasn’t me.” you feign ignorance, eyes so wide as to mimic being confused. you carefully take the flowers into your embrace, subtly exchanging it with the paper bowl you’re holding. “thank you, baby… here, do you want tteokbokki?”

he goes for the fish cake first, poking it with the stick and popping it in his mouth. you find yourself too absorbed in admiring the sunflowers one by one to sense your boyfriend staring at you, thinking to himself, you’re always worth the effort and this overpriced tteokbokki is pretty damn good.

“i turned on my location like i promised i would. did you see?” you mention without looking at him, acting laidback, still too shy when anything related to the incident is brought up.

he awkwardly smiles. no, he didn’t, unfortunately. he’s still fucking locked out of his phone.

you whimper when he pinches your cheek. “good job, baby.”

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jungkook removes his head on your stomach to lie down beside you on the red picnic blanket. his hair touches his face and he tucks them behind his ears for the millionth time today.

“will you type my password for me?”

you take his phone without question, putting yours over your chest for the meantime. you successfully unlock it within a second, experienced fingers nimble after years of typing on the daily.

“here.” you hold it out for him without looking, picking up your own phone to continue scrolling through trending topics. however, seconds pass and the heavy weight on your hand has yet to be eased, so you wiggle it to catch his attention. “hey, it’s done.”

he gasps, gaping at you in bewilderment. “how did you do that?”

“you changed it again last night, remember? because i told you our anniversary isn’t a good idea.”

shit, right. he added a new one to the list of passwords that he uses for everything. he totally forgot about that. you’ve taken over every working brain cell that he has in his body.

“baby, this is your fault!” he groans, finally snatching away his phone. “ah- i wanted to throw it away. i didn’t know what was wrong with it. i was seriously so close to crying!”

that bad? was he about to get all his data wiped out? your poor baby. you laugh out loud at his reaction, belly aching as you roll over to wrap your arm around his waist and bury your face on his side.

“anyone can guess it if they try hard enough.”

“but that was the trick, you know? they’d think it’s too easy. they wouldn’t even consider it!”

“that doesn’t mean they won’t try it!”

“ah, i don’t care. i’m changing it back.” he stubbornly pouts, falling back on the blanket.

you want to cuddle. he feels a tug on the sleeve of his shirt and he immediately understands. he allows you to use his tattooed arm as a pillow. it envelopes you entirely when he reaches for his phone to type with both hands, and you automatically snuggle with him closer by resting your head on his chest.

“fine. do what you want, you dummy. you better not leave your phone lying around.” you mutter, heavy eyelids fluttering shut as the wind blows to softly caress your face. “and don’t take more pictures of me sleeping.”

“you’re sleeping? i thought we’re going to the mall.”

“we are. i’m letting you rest before you carry shopping bags.”

“ah- wow. thanks, baby.”

you don’t how much time passes, a minute or ten or more, but falling into a deep sleep proves to be impossible with the cacophony of sounds you’re surrounded with. you’re resting somewhere away from the crowd, but there’s still the hiphop music from a bluetooth speaker, honking of vehicles… and the main culprit, jeon jungkook scrolling through tiktok on your phone and bookmarking videos for you to watch later on. you can hear his giggles louder than his heartbeat, feel them make his body vibrate throughout.

so, you give up. you open your blurry eyes with a tired sigh, blinking to readjust to the brightness. he feels your movements, your nose brushing against his neck, and he squeezes you to his side, dutifully stroking your head to remind you that you’re safe despite being in a public place because you’re with him. you kiss his cheek to show your appreciation.

you end up harmonizing with his giggles when you do decide to join him, nearly tearing up at the sight of a cat riding a motorcycle toy on the screen. a little while later, your fascination is then stolen by fiddling with his tattooed hand — tracing the veins, the lines, the tattoos; pressing the faded heart like it’s a button connected to the beating one in his ribcage; grazing the rough areas of his palm calloused by lifting heavy weights.

and as you do so, you mull over the house by the sea you’re saving up for. how much longer will it take? should you check out more locations? do you tell jungkook? that it’s your back-up plan, a place where no one knows your name, just like how this city once was. it’s where you would run to, where you would build a new life if the time comes that this one falls apart, too. if not, if not, if not, would it be so bad to wake up beside you with an ocean view when he’s sixty?

fuck, you don’t know anymore. it shouldn’t be this hard— not anticipating the worst, but still being prepared for it. you despise being an adult.

you do it absentmindedly, taking off one of your silver rings and slipping it into each of his fingers to see where it would fit best… he knows you’re only entertaining yourself, but feeling it in his ring finger still puts a lump in his throat.

“are you proposing to me?”

“this is your right hand, silly.” you tease your stunned boyfriend, sticking your tongue out. “if you want me, come and get me.”

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this is so cute 🩷🫶🏻

Little do You Know | OT7 | Seventy Six

Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader 

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au. 

Chapter warnings: This is really cute, I love this chapter so much. Yn has a nice encounter with ARMY for a change <3 

WC: 4k

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You were very proud of yourself for not freaking out. 

On the day of the pre-recording of the performances for the music show Inkigayo, you and Hoseok were one of the first ones to arrive. Of course all of the other members were right behind you, in separate cars for comfort and safety reasons, but it was still you and Hobi facing the huge wall of reporters and photographers first. You’ve faced their angry camera flashes at the airport a few times, but nothing compared to this.

Today marked BTS’ return to shows like these, it celebrated the success of their newest album, and it was the first –official– red carpet style entrance where you were with them; as yourself, not as a playmate. 

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this is gonna be so good i just know 🔥😵‍💫❤️‍🔥

❝𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑❞ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ᥫ᭡.

Boys come and go, but not men. Men stay. They stick. They obsess. a peachypinkygloss' 1 year anniversary special.

rated 18+. minors do not interact. every fiction down below has dark and unethical characters. do not read if uncomfortable/triggered. *no taglist.

"all your glory,"

dior girl ✰ park jimin

Park Jimin is one of a kind. When he wants something, he gets it, no matter how hard it can be. He's not scared to get his hands dirty. If he had any morals, maybe he'd consider his obsession with you getting out of hands. But this man has absolutely no morals.

୨୧ PAIRING. designer!jimin x model!reader

୨୧ GENRE. strangers to lovers, age gap (21 & 38), hard dom!jimin, smut, angst

coming soon...

"you like your girls insane,"

secret diary ✰ kim taehyung

A passionate artist, a caring father, a honest and loving man. You first thought you were the insane one for wanting Taehyung all to yourself until he showed you his true colours and how wicked and unhinged his obsession for you has grown to be.

୨୧ PAIRING. dilf!taehyung x babysitter!reader

୨୧ GENRE. dilf au, age gap (23 & 37), dom!taehyung, single dad!taehyung, smut, angst

coming soon...

"and for you i keep my legs apart,"

adultery ✰ jeon jungkook

You were already feeling guilty for messing with a married man, so you didn't need him to confess his unacceptable and lewd feelings for you. Especially when he categorically refuses no for an answer.

୨୧ PAIRING. ceo!jungkook x university student!reader

୨୧ GENRE. infidelity au, age gap (25 & 31), mean dom!jungkook, smut, angst

coming soon...

© 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 | Do not repost or copy any of my work.

so cute 🥹🥹🥹🩷

Drabble request

TLTD JK fulfilling his wish to recreate that kiss scene from Love 911 with OC

I love your writing dear author, keep it up! 💖

Happy Birthday, My Love ༓ jjk

↩︎ Too Late To Dream Couple

✑ Summary: For years, your husband's been wanting to recreate his favorite kiss scene from Love 911 with you, and lucky for him, it's his birthday today so he gets to have whatever he wants.

pairing: economics professor!jungkook x artist!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 644

a/n: I watched a clip of this on Youtube and omg SO cute! AND the fact that Kookie said he wanted to recreate this in real? 😳 TYSM for the request 🥰 just fyi oc gets a little giggly but she is in no way making fun of him for this.

"Here, here, here!" You watch your husband jog ahead of you on the sidewalk. He's been trying to find the perfect spot for you to fulfill his birthday wish all day. "We have to do it here honey! We're in the middle of one of the busiest streets in Seoul, it'll be just like the movie."

"There's a lot of cars here," you say. Your clammy hands grip the metal sidewalk railing as your eyes scan your surroundings. "There's a lot of people walking around us too. You sure this is the right spot?"

"Of course! Now will you please come here so we can do the thing?" Your husband, only a few feet away, eagerly waits for you to come closer to him.

You chuckle, not even minding that he's a tad bit impatient. Seeing him this happy on his birthday makes you incredibly giddy.

"Hurry, faster!" he gestures with his hands for you to speed up. "I wanna kiss the love of my life in front of all of Seoul."

"Yes baby, I hear you and I'm coming as fast as I can," you reply. Once you're within arm's reach, Jungkook quickly bends his knees to pick you up, arms moving to wrap around your upper legs, just like Kang Il did to Mi Soo.

"Oh wait!" You flinch at the gentlest touch, letting out a giggle that has him taking his hand off you before getting to lift you in the air.

"What happened?" His panic-stricken face makes you feel all kinds of guilty for your random outburst.

"I'm sorry, it just tickles."

"What does?"

"Your hands under my ass."

"Oh my god..." He breaks into an amused grin and shakes his head. "I'll try grabbing tighter okay?" He goes in again and this time you bite your lip to keep yourself under control. Why are you being so squeamish? Get it together!

Jungkook's able to get your feet off the pavement this time but it's like you can't help it—you start fits of laughter again.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this today..." He sets you back on your feet and you lean your head into his chest, hands gripping his shirt. You're embarrassed at the random strangers who pass by, whether by foot or car, chuckling at the two of you, you specifically.

"No, I really want to do it," you muffle, head still buried between his pecs. "Give me a second."

Jungkook strokes your back and then brings his hands to your shoulders. "Look at me," he commands softly. "It's no big deal okay? It's just a silly thing."

"It's not silly!" You flash your eyes up at him. "I think I'm more ticklish than I thought I was. Here, let's try a third time okay?" You nod, back away from him, and give a thumbs up. You then stick your arms straight out, signaling to him that you're ready to be serious this time.

Your husband smiles at your cuteness and reaches to pick you up again. When you squeal for the third time in a row he grunts in playful irritation.

"My god, this wife of mine!" He grabs your face and starts pecking your lips repeatedly. "Just...let...me...kiss...you," he says between pecks.

All previous giggling goes out the window after this—both of you euphoric from the kissing. Your husband takes it as his queue to try lifting you up one last time and this time he's successful.

"See, you look so beautiful like this," he tells you, nothing but pure happiness on his face. "I could stare at you forever and not once get tired."

"Happy birthday my love." You cup his face from your higher position, lean down, and kiss him not a minute later as more random strangers clap in the background.

Apparently, you have more of an audience than you realized.

no reposting, copying, or translating my work– © kookslastbutton

this is amazing 🩷

Little do You Know | OT7 | Fifty Nine

Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader 

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au. 

Chapter warnings: THE SEASON FINALE IS HERE!!! It’s not the end, but I will miss it and I’m sure many of you will too!! I just want to take a little moment to thank each and every one of you for all the love this series has gotten so far! When I was getting ready to post it, I didn’t think anyone would like because it was getting soooo long! And writing an ot7 fic, I always worried about giving all seven the same amount of love. So I’m reeeeally happy so many of you have been reading and commenting and sending me DMs about it! I hope I did the boys justice and I’ll keep up the good work and I’ll see you guys soon!! 

A/N: If you didn’t see the announcement, LDYK is taking a little break before Season Two, and I’ll be posting a brand new Taehyung Series, so I’ll see you there! 

WC: 4.3k

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By mid morning, you took a taxi to Yoongi’s family home. Since his eomma and appa were busy at their restaurant, you would be able to talk to the seven of them without being interrupted by a very excitable six year old and your own father. You were proud of yourself for not crying again the moment you first saw them after so long.

And you were happy they didn’t seem angry or too upset with you at the moment, all accepting your hugs. They were a little different, of course. Jimin had shorter hair and Namjoon’s was a bluish gray color; the former also had a couple new tattoos –you could see one behind his ear and a moon peeking from the back of his shirt– while some on Jungkook’s arm seemed to have been colored.

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Little do You Know | OT7 | Forty Six

Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader 

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au. 

Chapter warnings: SMUT 3/7 lol!! One more for the ‘in love’ list. 

WC: 3.3k

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When Hoseok invited you to come along with him on a winter outing, you didn’t know what to expect. So you were pleasantly surprised when he drove the two of you to the Gyeongbokgung Palace that Tuesday morning. The place was a splash of history right in the middle of Seoul, and it did blow your mind thinking royalty actually used to live there many and many years ago. 

You were both dressed warmly and had boots on your feet, which made walking around the grounds of the palace a lot easier. Hoseok was looking really cute today, the epitome of what ARMY used to call ‘boyfriend material’. With a gray hoodie, a black jacket on top, and even a baker boy hat. He had one of his many polaroid cameras hanging around his neck and every now and again he’d ask you to pose a certain way or another to capture the moment forever in a picture. 

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Little do You Know | OT7 | Forty Three

Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader 

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au. 

Chapter warnings: Minsuk fluff!!! She meets the rest of the boys and…….. Angst.  

WC: 4k

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By Wednesday morning, Minsuk had met all boys and was particularly fond of one of them. While she loved all of them, one member in particular stole her heart the moment she met him, making her a little shy mess and becoming her first crush. You’d be seeing him again later in the day, a fact she didn’t know yet, just so she wouldn’t be waiting anxiously to meet with her prince charming. For now, the two of you were going out with Namjoon and Hoseok. 

When asked what she wanted to do for the day, the little girl said she saw an ad on the plane ‘tevelision’ that showed pretty fishes that she wanted to see, so you dressed her up in cute warm clothes and invited the members to join the two of you on a visit to the aquarium. 

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jungkook recs

pls remember to reblog if you like any of my recs❤️

e.r means established relationship :

yandere / mafia / bad boy

bloody love - smutty, king jk, evil jk, obsessed jk, posessive jk, blood thirsty jk like fr, he honestly loves bathing in the blood of those who did him wrong in his eyes, reader is lgb. this is an on going series but I´LL BE DAMNED IF IT ISN´T THE BEST THING I´VE READ in a minute!!, the writing its so captivating, not a single dull or boring moment, i can´t wait for the next part tbh

hybrid au / soulmate au / super hero au

his bunny - smut, fluff, bunny hybrid reader, fem reader, clingy reader

slice of life / university au / idol jk

soju - fluff, shy baby hubby jk, reader cooks him his fav meal and he basically looks at her with heart eyes, i love it

you make him go crazy - fluff, idol!jk, slight angst, multiple scenarios, reader is constantly making him go nuts, he is STRESSED lmao, it´s cute anyways, reader is kind of a careless brat but jk wouldn´t have it any other way

you wear his clothes - fluff, thing is...HE gives you his clothes, he´s so boyfriendd

all my fault - angst, fluffy end, hubby jk, in which you pass out after an argument and find him crying when you wake up

call me soon - summer break up, strangers to fwb to lovers, obsessed jk

screw up; over wine - finance major jk x model!reader, first date drabble, he is really into reader so he takes her to a fancy pricey wine and dine but guess wHAT.. he is broke lmao so he straight up PANICS, lowkey highkey secondhand embarrasment but it´s jk so it ends in a cute way

kiss me better -angst, jerk jk, mean jk, misunderstanding, manhandling, he is crying bc he assumed she was cheating but he was sooo wrong, now he is begging, crying, throwing up,,, they make up anyways, its angsty in a satisfying way

you´re leaving me - angst af, hubby!jk, daddy!jk, he found divorce papers after an argument and thought the worse, he starts going crrrazy but as always, it´s a happy ending

snowball - fluff, angst, crack, implied E2L, flashback from their college days. this is part of an upcoming series, and I already love it bc wdym it was lovE at first sight?? galaxy in his eyes, artsy space love talks, fireworks exploding in his chest bc ur giggles are his fav soundddd and everything?? I am HERE for it. he lit spaces out, brain dead, no other thoughts but youyouyou and your pretty self

you´re sleepy but you promised you´d go grocery shopping with him - e.r, its cuteeeee

movie night monday -fluff, e.r, he is impatient lmao, clingy cuddly loving fluffy jk

couple questions with vogue - fluff, e.r, idol!jk, supermodel!reader, I LOVE THISSSS, he is the best boyfriend/fiancé soon to be hubby EVER UGHHHH its so cute

devoted to trouble - fluff, lil angst, smut, comedy, spiderman!jk au inspired by seven??? a masterpiecE. the world finds out he is spiderman but he dgaf bc he only cares about you, #pininggg, reader playing hard to get, man i love tHIS

ceo au / sugardaddy au / rich bf au / coworker au

Over The Odds | The Confession - ceo jk, sugardaddy jk, jealous bf jk, sugar baby reader, he gets mad and yells bc he is lowkey insecure of her ex but reader is equaly in love. this is a series

wrong time -smut, angst, dilf!jk, ceo!jk, exes to lovers, workaholic as a scape mechanism, the one that got away type of stuff but she broke things up first for valid reasons, big big heartache but she´s still the love of his life

don´t blame me - sugar daddy!jk, ceo!jk, soft yan!jk, obsessive!jk, student!reader, unhealthy behavior on his part, manipulative behavior on her part, jealousy on both parts, he goes a lil too far but reader is bitchy and annoying, he lit gives her everythinggg she asks for, the man is..creazy about her in a very unhealthy way and she takes advantage of that, toxicc

failed quickie - cowerker jk, suggestive, they´re about to fucc on an elevator but it didn´t work, he likes his hair pulled!!1!

break up au / cheating au / fuckboy au

night after night - smut, angst, crack, fluff, semi-retired fuckboy jk, red flag jk, stalker jk, break up au, lovers to exes to lovers, he fucked around and found out so he is FREAKING ouT, also he is beggING okk.. we love that, he also has a Harley bc he is bad boy™, they make up anyways bc he is pussy whipped.. or in love, whatevs you wanna call it

seven plus one - smut, angst, they break up for like a week and that shit got him SIMPING fr, standing under the rain begging and stuff, the man is obsessed, we love it

painfully devoted - smut, angst, break up au, rockstar!jk, inspired by seven, toxic behavior, he luvs her fr but he needs to chill, he´s begging on his knees crying bc reader doesn´t want to hear aNY of it, follows her around to beg for another chance,basically her shadow, happy ending

pwp / fwb

woof, woof, woof - smut, angsty, kinda E2L, jealousy, toxic relationship, teasing , unprotected sex

you good?? - drabble, smut, "what if you gave jungkook head?" is righT bc i´ve been thinking about it for a min!!! he is mean ok yall know he is a brat buT, the head is too good to do all that, the man was shaKINg for godssakeee, so good he had to answer with a thumbs up bc reader drained him fr, left him so brain dead he couldn´t even speak

afterglow - smut, fwb!jk, slight possessive!jungkook, dirty talking, degrading nicknames, but he cares ok, he´s trying to get out of the friend zone

every side of you - very pwp, he is a rough sex loverrr, he compares readers moans with angelic melodies like??? he´s so romantic like that, but also: degrading dirty talk, he is rouGH alright, straight up clingy bf after sex, sweet loving talk + cute cute aftercare, he is just pERFECT

come sit on my lap - pwp, lots of praisingg, they way this is written is good yall, "use me" , “so polite” shUT UPPPP im literally blushing, AND he is also cute at the end?? i hate it heREEEE :´)

birthday gift - honoring his 26th birthday with this masterpiece, he like to talkkkk ok?? dirty talk, degrading nicknames kinda talk, "dumb bitch" kinda talk, growling while he calls you names, i was shook fr

he has a lot of cum - boyfriend!jk, the title I- , he DOES have a lot of cum, lots of stamina, lots of everYTHING, and on toP of those small details, wdym he wants to see how many times he can cum in you before it´s too full and it starts to spill????? somebody stop this man

Hiraeth IV

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: You had always been his, and no one could take you away from him. Idol!AU

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Slight age gap, Murder intention, Mention of death, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: back from the grave :>

Masterlist, Hiraeth III

Seven years ago, United States of America

“You saw him last night,” your therapist repeated gently when you paused to breathe. Your eyes watered, remembering the dream- no, the nightmare you had last night. It had been almost two years since you last saw any of them, since you last saw any remnants of your past.

It had been two years, yet one dream of him managed to shatter your progress. One dream of his sorrowful eyes managed to break you. And you hated it. You hated him. You hated yourself for not being stronger.

He was just a figment of your imagination, memories manifesting themselves through your subconscious- and sadly, that was enough to make you crumble.

You reminded yourself that Seokjin was just that- someone from your past.

“And how did that make you feel?”

You looked up at her with tears in your eyes, “Terrified,” you whispered shakily, wrapping your hands tighter around yourself. “He terrifies me.”

She regarded you over her eyeglasses for a moment, her hands posed to write on her list of all the things that were wrong about you. “You still think he killed your father,” she said with a matter-of-fact tone.

And you answered merely with anger in your eyes.

You ran.

Of course you ran again. You weren’t strong enough to stay, and even if you were, there was no place in your heart for him. Not when it still hurt looking at him. Not when every time you look into his eyes, you were brought back to that day when he died. Not when you were reminded of that day, not when your desperation and misery were resurfacing every time he was near.

Not when a part of you blamed him for the tragedy of the only family you had.

This was exactly why you left.

This was why you ran so far that you left the only home you knew, and why you left him standing there alone with his head bowed down.

“The faster you get the owner to sign, the faster you can return here,” your boss replied from over the video chat, excitement apparent in his voice once you finished your presentation. You included other restaurants that you visited with Jungkook, even going as far as underselling Seokjin’s business. You even didn’t mention that he was the owner, respecting his privacy.

And yet, your boss who wasn’t even paying you enough to face your nightmare, chose his restaurant. It was just your fucking luck, you thought.

“Boss, I really think that the first option is better-“

He squinted his eyes at you as though he was looking right through your bullshits. You knew his restaurants was the best among the choices. Objectively speaking, choosing him would benefit your company the most. Even without his named connected to the store, it was already performing better than the others. You wondered that what height of success it would reached once people knew that the Kim Seokjin owned it? You knew that. Yet, you were only human and as such, you couldn’t help but be affected by your emotions, to be subjective when success was merely one signature away.

“The faster you can return here, the sooner you’ll get your promotion which is already being processed. The only thing missing is my signature. And I did promise you I will sign, the promotion is yours- as soon as you get the owner to sign.”

This was a draining meeting and an even more exhausting day. You didn’t think you slept at all last night, and you left his house early morning like a common thief, moving so quietly and taking the things you considered essential with you. You just really wanted to breathe, to be think without his intoxicating presence clouding your mind.

“I know you can do this. I trust no one but you.”

Of course you knew you could. The question lied whether you would survive this, whether you would survived him.

Those were his parting words before he ended the call. Had this been anyone else, literally anyone else, you would have been on top of this. You were a professional and damn good with your job. This shouldn’t be any different…right?

In fact, this should have been easier because you knew him. You knew Kim Seokjin. Except that you couldn’t be any more wrong. You didn’t know the other half of him, the sinister, selfish and dark side of him.

The coffee shop was now swarming with people as the day approached midmorning. Ever since you left his house, you were here quietly working, doing anything to take your mind off that kiss…off of him. Yet, every time you closed your eyes, your mind went to him. You could still feel his lips on yours, could still feel the warmth of his hands as he cradled you so close to him, could still feel how truly powerless you were when it came to him. If you were going to be completely and utterly honest, you could still feel how hard your heart was beating that moment. He was a force to be reckoned with. He was then, and still was, bigger than life. It was truly unfair how he grew old to be even more perfect and dashing than he was when you were younger. And what you hated the most was how he could still fucking affect you as though you were still that young girl who followed him around. And look what he reduced you to, a coward who ran when he was at his weakest.

You sighed before turning to look at the window to your right, only to be met with who seemed to be the lead rapper and main dancer of the group, Jung Hoseok. He was wearing a disguised, only his eyes could be seen and he was apparently looking at you with urgency in his eyes. His body was huffing in exhaustion as though he had been running around.

He did not waste anymore time as he entered the coffee shop and went to you, his hand immediately encircling your wrist as though to ensure that you could no longer run.

“You have to come with me.”

“What? Why?” Your brows furrowed at the seriousness on his face. You were aware that he was the sunshine of the group, that he was the light of the group. You would be living under a rock if you didn’t know of him. This was the reason why it confused you why he suddenly seemed…angry. Or why he looked to be moving with utmost urgency.

You could feel people looking at you with curiosity, and it wouldn’t be long before someone recognized him. He knew it. And you knew it. Hoseok was taking advantage of the fact that he bet you wouldn’t want to make a scene, and thus he was able to take you in his car without much of a fight.

He maneuvered the car expertly, his eyes focused on road. He was the perfect picture of calmed and composed if not for the way he gripped the steering wheel. Amongst all the members, he was probably the least you had interaction with which was precisely why how he was acting confused the hell out of you. He was acting as though you had personally offended him, as though what you did was close to becoming unforgivable.

Which brought you once again to this question: what did you do to him?

“What is this all about?” You asked him in a barely restrained contempt. You didn’t bode well with being dragged out of an establishment by a man you barely knew, and his silence was not doing him any good but to piss you. It was a good thing you weren’t a sensitive person for how could you grow up to be one when you were being constantly rejected by Seokjin. He was running and pushing you away at least three times a day that you almost felt bad for him. Almost.

But this man beside you was driving you nuts

You thought he wouldn’t answer as he only chuckled without any emotions, his eyes cold as he glanced briefly at you.

“Do you know what you’ve done to him? Do you have any idea what you’re doing to my hyung?” He asked conversationally as if his words weren’t meant to be knives to you.

“Wha-“

“Put on your seatbelt,” he ordered harshly, looking at you with coldness in his eyes. “As much as I hate how you made him a mess, I know you getting hurt would messed him up further.”

“What are you talking about?!”

“You’ll see.”

Hoseok left you with no choice but to follow him, his steps brisk as he entered the Hybe building with obvious familiarity. After numerous turns, he stopped in front of a door. You heard crashes of something heavy and corresponding grunts of men struggling before you even saw him. Hoseok turned to you with coldness in his eyes before he even opened the door. And what you saw was your usually strong Jin reduced to a mess of a man. His eyes were hallow, his hair a mess as he struggled against the hold of Namjoon and Jungkook who were trying their best to contain him. Your mouth hanged agape as you took him in and the chaos that he seemed to have caused to the what you thought was once a pristine room: chair thrown across the room, devices swept off of the table, decorations askew as though they suffered from violence. He still hadn’t looked at you, still hadn’t taken notice of your presence and you didn’t know why you were glad for it.

“Hyung, stop it! You’re hurting yourself!” Jungkook pleaded, yet it was as though he wasn’t heard. Jin’s eyes were unfocused as he struggled with the hold the two men had on him, his eyes determined.

“P-Princess- I have to find her,” he mumbled incoherently as he tried to push them away.

You stepped back albeit unconsciously as though it was your mind telling you to run from this…to run from him. But you didn’t go far. You felt J-hopes hands on your shoulders, effectively preventing you from leaving.

“Where are you going?” He asked with a low voice. “Why can’t you look at what you’ve done to him?”

“I didn’t do anything to him!” You hissed at him, struggling to get away from him, only for it to draw attention to you. Namjoon was the first to notice you and he looked both alarmed and relieved by your presence. “Fix this,” Hoseok ordered you coldly.

He smiled before stepping you near to where Jin was. “I found her, hyung,” he announced gently to the man you almost couldn’t recognized. “You need to calm down now, okay? We still need to go to our shoot, hyung.”

Jin blinked his eyes before he focused on you, his body immediately relaxing upon seeing you. Yet, your eyes weren’t on him. Instead, they focused on the nondescript bottle of medicine beside him. The orange bottle looked to be almost empty. You didn’t know why it seemed to be something important, but you couldn’t help wondering…What was that?

Namjoon’s eyes widened when he saw where your eyes were and in a blink of an eye, he snatched the container and pocketed it away from your prying eyes. However, even Namjoon’s quick reflexes were not able to stop that image from being engraved in your mind. Was Seokjin…sick?

“P-princess?” Seokjin called for you, disbelief evident in his voice. He pushed their hands away from him, his sole focus on you. He stood up immediately, his long limbs carrying him. He looked as disheveled as he felt when he thought you left him again.

You couldn’t moved. It was as though you were rooted to the ground, waiting for the inevitable. You felt his arms wrapped around you like a child scared to part with you, he was trembling as he held you to him. However, his voice was dark as he whispered to you.

“Don’t leave? Please? Never leave me again. Never disappear without saying a word again. Please. I don’t know what I’ll do if you leave.”

“Something is clearly very wrong with that boy,” Seokjin’s father muttered lowly as he watched his only son talked to you in the garden.

It was Jin’s birthday and like every year, the family threw a party for their beloved son. He was perfect, they thought. He got good grades, was sporty, obedient, independent, and showed promising intelligence when it came to their company. See, he was perfect in theory. However, the older Kim couldn’t help but noticed his strange dependence on you. It wasn’t…normal, he thought.

You weren’t supposed to be here. In fact, you had an exam tomorrow and as a fourteen year-old girl, you took your studies seriously. However, Jin didn’t take your absence from his birthday lightly. Upon hearing that you wouldn’t be able to make it, it was as though he lost his smile and what took over was an expressionless face. He didn’t know how, but Seokjin was able to make several calls and lo and behold, your exam was rescheduled.

Even at his age, a ripe eighteen year-old young man, he excluded power and he wasn’t afraid to use it and his charms to get what he wanted.

“Don’t say that, honey,” Mrs. Kim chided him gently, a frown on her face as she watched her son smiled genuinely for the first time tonight. “He’s just…close with her.”

“Honey, he’s eighteen years old now. He shouldn’t act like he did just because she wasn’t near him. You know that,” he said gently, looking into his wife’s eyes with concern. “It’s not normal. His need for her isn’t normal.”

Mrs. Kim placed her tea on the table with a light thud, “Our son is perfect. There’s nothing wrong with him,” she replied in defiance.

Perhaps, if she accepted what was apparent that time, Kim Seokjin wouldn’t turn out to be evil living in the body of an angel.

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Little do You Know | OT7 | Seven

Pairing: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader 

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au. 

Chapter warnings: It’s Jimin’s birthday! 😈

WC: 3.9k

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Your apartment had a strict ‘no outside visitors’ rule, only playmates and the Bangtan members were allowed inside. But Hana was also a playmate, so technically you weren’t breaking any rules by having her there with you. Jimin had told you to invite your best friend to his birthday party, so after checking with him a few days later –once he was sober enough–, you had told her to come over a little earlier so you could get ready together.

It felt like the old days, when you would pre-game at your small shared apartment before a university party. Only this time there was no getting half drunk on cheap liquor to avoid the high fees of bars and clubs. 

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Hii babes! 💗 Congrats on the milestone, for my request can I have Jungkook who kidnapped oc and is fucking her Infront of the TV where it shows her missing? Dumbification please! thank you love <33 💕

hello baby!! 🤍 o.m.g i gotta say I am baffled, BUT IN A GOOD WAY! how didn't I think of this myself 😪 love u, mwah 💋 x

crafting new memories

You're his and nothing else matters.

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: stockholm syndrome, dub-con, dumbification, unprotected sex, 900 words.

a.n.: ok sorry but I needed to put fluff, you guys know me. nothing's better than twisted fluff 🫣 you know the drill: don't like, don't read 🫶🏻

This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game! 🤍

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It doesn't do anything to you anymore. All those strangers, those people that you didn't really know before, crying and asking you to come back home used to make you cry, too.

Your eyes would become watery, your hands would shake and your heart would beat louder in your chest. It didn't really matter who they were, all you knew was that people were mourning you as if you were actually dead.

You wanted to call your mother, tell her that you're fine, that you're still alive, that she doesn't need to worry. But it doesn't feel so necessary anymore.

The news only mentions you when they're talking about other missing people because it's been too long now. They've stopped showing your parents and they've stopped updating everyone on the police investigation. They've just stopped searching for you.

You're the past now and they're living in the present. They've moved on, and so have you.

You're embarrassed to say it, but it was easy to do. It was easy to turn the pages and finally close the book of your previous life. It's terrible how the man who took you away is the very same one who also gave you a new life.

A new home, a new heart.

It's incredible how he's managed to make you forget by just replacing the old memories with new ones. He crafted them for you. With his words, with his hands, with his lips, he created every thought of yours so the old ones would never come back haunting you.

"Feels good, baby?" Jungkook whispers above you, his hips thrusting in.

"Yes," you softly moan and grab onto him, passing your arms around his shoulders.

You keep him against you as he fucks you lovingly, breathing onto your face, hovering over you with his hands on each side of your head.

You can faintly hear the sound of the TV playing, someone stating the daily news. Jungkook takes a hold of your jaw and makes you turn your head to the side, your blurry eyes laying on the TV's screen.

You think you hear your name, but you're not sure. Your mind is fuzzy, clouded with thoughts about Jungkook and only Jungkook. You squint your eyes as the picture of someone familiar appears on the screen but you're too distracted by his cock entering and exiting your wet pussy.

You don't understand why he forces you to look, his large hand keeping your head in place. "Do you recognize her?" He asks, his lips brushing against your skin, his nose pressing down on your face.

You feel like you're going to suffocate, but you don't dislike the feeling, not at all. You love being so close to him that it becomes difficult to breathe, difficult to think.

"Is it... me?" You frown, another moan ripping out of you as he pounds you onto the couch, not missing a beat.

"It was," he answers breathily. "But not anymore. You're mine, now," he says and makes you face him again, your lips centimetres away from his. "Only mine, right, baby?"

"Yes," you agree without hesitation and Jungkook chuckles, a beautiful sound that makes your stomach flutter.

"Yeah," he grins, biting down on his lip. "It's the only thing you can say, too dumb to think for yourself," he mocks you, but you know there's no mean intention behind it.

He just finds you adorable, loves how pretty you look under him, totally in bliss.

"My stupid little girl." He trails kisses down your neck and over your breasts, perky nipples pointing at him. "What would you do without me, hm? You poor little thing," he coos, still smooching the tender skin of your neck.

"Jungkook, please," you beg, getting a bit impatient, clit pulsating. "Need to cum," you whine and tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging on it so he looks at you.

He groans at your neediness, leaving the crook of your neck to connect his eyes with yours. "My baby wants to cum around my cock? Is that what she wants?" He questions, even though he knows that's what you're asking for, pussy clenching helplessly around him.

"Please." You nod repeatedly, twisting his hair between your fists.

Jungkook smiles sweetly and pecks your lips, slowing the pace of his hips. "Everything my baby wants."

He sneaks his tattooed hand between your two bodies and reaches your puffy, swollen clit. He does quick circular motions on your bud with his thumb, picking up his pace again.

You moan out, showing him how good it feels, the knot in your stomach tightening. "I love you, Jungkook," you admit, even though he already knows.

Your pussy clenches around him and he has a hard time focusing on anything else than his cock sliding in your cunt. "Shit, me too, I-" he cuts himself off, looking down where your bodies connect. "I love you too, baby," he mutters under his breath, feeling his balls tightening.

You whine into his ear and he could get off just at the sound of you. He keeps going, fucking you until his thighs begin to shake and he has to steady his hips against yours.

"Fuck," he curses, releasing himself inside of you, painting your walls white with his cum.

It's shortly after that your orgasm passes through you, sweet moans escaping your mouth, walls quivering around him. Jungkook takes his time to pamper you in kisses, staying inside of you a bit more, lazily thrusting in.

"Mine," he repeats so you don't forget, but there's no need to.

You'll never leave him.

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i don’t have words this is my new favorite piece 😭😭🩷 loved it way too much, loved them way too much too

The Final - Day 02 | MYG | ONESHOT

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Pair: DDAY!Yoongi  x Groupie!Reader 

Summary: You've been Yoongi's go-to companion for the past few years, well aware that's all you were going to be. Despite your very real, growing feelings for the rapper, you took what you could get every time. Now, you're backstage at day two of the final leg of his tour when another member takes an interest in you. Will it be enough to make Yoongi realize he's got competition?

Genre and warnings: Just in case there's any confusion, there's no Day 1 or Day 3, this is a one shot about DAY 2 because he looked hot af (as always), idol au, porn with a lot of plot, Yoongi and that damn chain, day two of the final Seoul concerts because I have to write about DDAY every chance I get.

WC: 16k

Being Min Yoongi’s go-to groupie had its downsides. 

Like being looked down upon by a few of his staff and crew, and the very real notion that that was all you would ever be to the man. An easy –albeit good– fuck, someone sure to be avaliable whenever he felt like it, someone he knew he could trust even without the NDAs getting involved. 

But it also had its perks. 

Like free backstage access, free ticket to any and every concert your heart desires, being flown around the world to see him just because he “missed you”, the sure notion that you’d be going home with him every time, and unlimited access to his members.

Day two of D-DAY The Final was coming to an end, the last encore of the night was ringing loudly in your ears as you waited for Yoongi to be done with his set tonight. Seoul had never felt hotter than it did this past week, summer in full swing, and it was made even worse by the very hot man blowing off the roof of the KSPO Dome for hundreds of thousands of fans. 

You were holding onto a cold water bottle, sipping from the straw poked on the lid, the kind reserved for the artists performing, no doubt being sent to you by Yoongi himself. Unless the staff girl who delivered it to you had suddenly developed a liking to you, when just this morning she’d be sending you glares during the first, private, soundcheck. 

“I was so embarrassed, like, right at the beginning of the song?” Jungkook had his eyes closed and a light blush on his tanned cheeks. “There's someone in the mirror that you don't know– I didn’t remember any of it.” 

“ARMY was just happy to see you, Kookie, they didn’t even notice it, I promise.” you assured the man, reaching out to squeeze his arm in support. “You were still incredible last night.” 

“I wanted to do it again tonight, to redeem myself, but hyung said no.” the man had a sheepish bunny smile on his lips, leaning just a little closer to you as the screams outside grew louder. 

“Tonight was Jiminie’s turn, but maybe tomorrow?” you offered, watching him shrug in response. 

You were both backstage, where you’d usually stay during concerts that took place in Korea, using one of the storage boxes as a perch. Your feet didn’t really touch the ground from here, legs swinging in the rhythm of the song playing, while Jungkook was standing up next to your knees. 

You and Yoongi had a few almost-getting-caught scares in the past, where some fans recognized your face and thought it was weird that you were a recurring guest at BTS concerts, going as far as speculating if you were one of the members’ secret girlfriend. You made it to the Dispatch twitter feed once and it was enough for Yoongi to grow protective; either of you, or his own image, you didn’t know. 

For this very reason, you usually stayed with the crew, watching from the smaller TV screens instead of mingling in the crowd or reserved VIP seats. 

Jungkook had the option of watching it from the bleachers tonight, too, where Jimin and a few other close guests were, but he decided to keep you company. Out of all of the members, the maknae was the one to go out of his way to keep you entertained, strike up a conversation and just be pleasant whenever you saw each other. The other five were always polite and you didn’t think any of them frowned upon your arrangement with Yoongi, but Jungkook was always the nicest. 

Maybe it was because of his overall friendly and gentle personality, maybe it was because of the crush he held that you pretended not to know about. 

“I’m glad you weren’t here last night.” he chuckled, bringing your eyes from the TV where Yoongi was dancing while introducing his band and back to the young man in front of you. “I would have been mortified if you had seen that.” 

You didn’t have the heart to tell him you watched the concert stream from your home, so you did catch Jungkook’s tiny mess up when he joined Yoongi for the very special performance of Burn It. Instead, you went with: “Oh, I’m sure it was much worse in your head! I wouldn’t even have noticed it.” 

“You’re too nice, noona.” he beamed, hugging his torso by crossing his arms. 

“I am sad I missed the performance of Seven, though.” you continued, watching his face light up. “I really like that song, you know?” 

“Ah, thanks.” his smile turned a little shy, a pretty chuckle slipping from his pierced lips. 

When the final notes of The Last –a truly heartbreaking song that made your heart clench every time you heard it– filled the space, both you and Jungkook turned to the entrance of the backstage area, where staff were already pulling on the curtains and lighting flashlights to illuminate the path. 

Yoongi was dripping in sweat when he appeared, heavy curtains being closed once again, keeping him safe from the public’s view. You could tell, even from far away, that his body was buzzing with adrenaline, hand constantly pushing his hair back; as if he hadn’t done enough of it all night. 

Not that you were complaining, far from it. Yoongi looked stunning at all times, but there was something about his concert afterglow, almost as ethereal as how he looked after a good orgasm. 

His team was all over him in a second, girls dabbing a clean white towel to dry his sweat, someone else offering him a water bottle that looked exactly like yours, a staff reaching into the back of his shirt to pull out the cords of his earpiece and remove his mic pack. 

Only after bowing and waving them off, Yoongi looked around, just like you knew he would. He was nibbling on the inside of his lips, eyebrows kissing as he searched for something. 

As he searched for you. 

Because you never made it easy for him, you never rushed out to find him, and he knew that. It was bad enough people around knew what you were to each other, knew you were only there to take away Yoongi’s pent up energy, but you’d be sent on your way home at the end of the night. 

You didn’t need to be known as the clingy fuck buddy that didn’t know her place. 

But it never took Yoongi too long to find you, and your stomach was swarmed with red colored butterflies every time he did. 

“Get the car ready.” Yoongi told his manager, eyes stuck on you as he gave out the order. “Gonna make my way out right now. Just give me a minute.” 

“Sure, Yoongi-ssi. Good job tonight.” the man bowed and pulled out a radio device from his pocket, walking away as he relayed the information: “Car one, on the ready. Standby–”

Yoongi was a man on a mission as he walked up to you, your face breaking into the prettiest smile as you saw him see you. You were so fucking pretty tonight, it was as if you didn’t want him to hold off long enough to get out of the venue. Your pretty black dress had been a present from Yoongi himself, brought to you from his latest trip to Japan, and it was the first time he’d ever seen you wearing it. 

Because the teasing mirror selcas you took when you received the package didn’t count. Not by a long shot. Your breasts looked a lot softer in person, the bit of shimmer he could see covering the perfectly round mounds could be either from sweat, despite the AC working hard to keep the backstage cool, or from whatever lotion you liked to apply that made your skin smell and look so good. 

You were temptation on legs, the kind Yoongi couldn’t resist. He hadn’t for years now, wasn’t about to start, either. 

Breaking his tunnel vision, a wider frame blocked Yoongi’s view of you. Wide chest and tattoos making Yoongi falter, stance almost breaking as Jungkook opened his arms to hug him. 

“Hyung! You were so cool up there!” the maknae clinged to him, obviously not minding his sweaty shirt clinging to his chest. “Are you feeling better?”

Yoongi hadn’t seen Jungkook in the VIP area, alongside Jimin and his friends that came to watch the concert tonight, he didn’t even know the youngling would be here tonight. Had Jungkook been backstage all night? With you? Looking like that?

“Thanks, Kook-ah.” he patted the man on the back, gently pushing him off to break the hug. “I’m fine, about to crash.” 

“Hey.” you were greeting, still seated behind Jungkook, making Yoongi step around him to finally get to you. 

Your sweet smile was still there even Yoongi held both sides of your face in his slightly trembling hands to press a kiss to your lips. Your hands held onto his shirt, squeezing and tugging him closer. And Yoongi wanted nothing more than to lick into your mouth, slip his hand to the back of your neck and show everyone just who would be taking you home tonight. 

But you were the one to break the kiss, looking down as if you were shy –which was weird enough, as you were never shy with him–, but then your eyes looked at a spot behind Yoongi’s shoulder, where Jungkook was very much watching the exchange, despite pretending he wasn’t bothered by it. 

It made Yoongi frown, a small twist in his guts and the picking up of his already haywire heart sitting uncomfortably in his chest. 

“Come.” Yoongi called to you, offering you his hand, being thankful when you took it without hesitation. You jumped from your spot on the equipment box, letting Yoongi keep you by his side. Turning to Jungkook, he checked: “You’re leaving now, too? Or are you going with Jimin?” 

Yoongi started to walk, bringing you along and Jungkook got into step with the two of you, on Yoongi’s other side. With a small shake of his head, the maknae spoke:

“Jimin hyung already left, but I think my car is already waiting too.” 

“Good, get home safe.” Yoongi patted the boy on his back, adding: “Sleep so that you can heal from that cough. Don’t go drinking and turning on a live.” 

“I like his random lives.” you giggled, short legs forcing you to almost skip in order to keep up with the two of them. 

“Don’t enable him, kitten.” Yoongi sent you a look, but you only grinned harder. 

The path had been cleared out for the artist to exit the venue as quickly as possible. The longer he took, the more fans would be leaving the KSPO, the more difficult it would be for a swift getaway; not to mention all the traffic and reporters that could most likely follow. 

Two cars were already waiting right by the backstage garage and Jungkook was led into the closest one first. Yoongi was already pulling you to the car in front of it, the one that was assigned to him, when Jungkook’s calling made you stop. 

“Noona, I’ll text you about that coffee, okay?” the way Jungkook avoided looking at Yoongi wasn’t lost on the rapper. 

“Looking forward to it!” was your small reply as you waved. 

Yoongi gave your hand a little squeeze, your cue to hurry up. You never knew who could be lurking in underground garages afterall, so you bowed your head to avoid hitting it on the roof of the car and stepped in. Yoongi was right behind you, the door being shut right away. Two taps to the roof of the vehicle has the driver turning it on and quickly exiting the venue. 

“What was that about coffee?” Yoongi asked you, not bothering to put on his seatbelt as he let his body mold into the cool backseat. “Are you sharing recipes now?”

“Ah, no. He mentioned wanting to take me out for coffee and asked for my number.” you replied, hoping Yoongi wouldn’t be bothered by it. One of his eyes parted to look at you, an unreadable expression crossing his face. 

“And you said yes?” 

You shrugged a little, licking between your lips. “Is there a reason why I shouldn’t?” 

“Guess not.” Yoongi offered you a tight lipped smile, but yours faltered. 

This was one of the things that really bothered you in this arrangement you had going on with Yoongi. The blindness of this man when it comes to your own feelings. You couldn’t even really blame him for it, when you knew what you were getting yourself into from the start. You knew right away Yoongi didn’t like relationships, he was much too chill to look for labels, to make himself stuck with one person when he was already too busy for his own liking. 

And you were okay with that for a long while, you were still okay with this, or you would have put a stop to it any time he called you for a late night or middle of the day booty call. But sometimes you looked at him and your heart did a thing. That’s when it was a little harder to swallow down the lump in your throat and accept that this is all you would ever be to him, until the day his someone special came along. 

Someone you knew he couldn’t say no to, someone who wouldn’t settle for less, someone so incredible they might take Yoongi’s heart. 

Or until your someone showed up in your life. 

You hoped for that to happen first. 

Maybe with Jungkook. 

You watched with a heavy heart as Yoongi reached for the air conditioning controls in the panel of the door on his side to make the backseat all the cooler. 

“It was really hot today, wasn’t it?” you changed the subject swiftly. 

“Fuck yeah, and the lights don’t make it better.” Yoongi chuckled in that raspy way of his and you were gone. Making home in his back pocket, fitting on the palm of his hand, wrapping yourself around his pinky finger. “I was dripping out there.” 

“So was I.” you offered him a little smirk as his eyes met yours, lowering as he watched you bite your bottom lip. “You looked really hot.” 

“Liked what you saw?” he drawed out, leaning closer to you, pushing your hair away from your neck to replace it with his lips. 

“Very much.” you tilted your head to the side, sighing in bliss as he kissed all over your heated skin. “Why don’t you check?” 

Yoongi’s laugh was raspy from the hours of using his voice, sending tingles all over you as you gently pried your legs open in an invitation. His hand found your thigh, no hesitation or concerns about the fact that this car didn’t have any partition, so all it would take was one look at the rearview mirror for the driver to see Yoongi cupping your cunt. 

Upon finding the wetness you could feel all night, Yoongi’s teeth sunk in on your neck, holding his bite until he was sure he’d leave a mark. You moaned as quietly as you could, gasping as his tongue licked the spot to soothe the ache. 

“Guess the concert was really good.” he spoke quietly, more for himself, dragging his middle finger up and down your damp underwear. 

“You were growling a lot.” you admitted, hands on the edge of the bench as you used it to ground yourself. “And your chain during the second half–”

“What about it, kitten?” Yoongi wanted to know, drawing circles right above your clit. 

“It–it looked like a collar on a leash.” you couldn’t help the small rocking of your hips as you tried to chase after his touch when Yoongi moved his hand away. 

“I asked to keep it.” the man said as you blinked heavily enough to make your brain work a little faster again. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a long, metal chain. “I asked because I knew you’d like it.” 

“Oh my god.” you let out a tiny giggle as Yoongi held the jewelry up for you to see. “Can I see it?” 

“It’s yours, kitten.” 

There was a silly, bubbling feeling making your stomach hot and cold at the same time. Yoongi dragged the chain on your naked thigh, sending goosebumps all over your legs as you felt the weight and the coldness of it. He let you take it from his hand, let you see all of the heavy links making up the whole body of the chain. You could see the small, circular ring in the middle, clasping it closed so it would make the same shape it did around Yoongi’s neck earlier. You had a few necklaces like these, reminding you of a leash more than an actual piece of jewelry, but they were a lot more delicate and thin than this. 

Lifting it up to your nose, you breathed in Yoongi’s natural musk, as it was covered in his sweat, and his favorite perfume. Masculine, but never overbearing. Your favorite smell in the whole world. 

“Thank you, Yoongi.” you smiled at him, keeping the chain in your hold even as the car moved past Yoongi’s gate. 

The Hannam-dong area was a lot more lavish than your own neighborhood, quiet and made up of homes and apartment complexes you would never be able to afford, even if your modeling agency decided to pay what you believed you deserved. 

Somehow, it matched Yoongi perfectly. That quiet, unobtainable life that reminded you so much of himself. 

Yoongi got out of the car as soon as it was parked in front of the entrance of his building, holding the door open for you to do the same. His driver was already rushing to the booth to retrieve Yoongi’s backpack, where his own clothes, phone and personal belongings were stored and placed in the car ready for his exit. 

“Should I wait for you, sir?” the man asked, but what he really meant was ‘should I wait for you to be done?’. 

It didn’t bother you that he knew the nature of your visit, but the way the driver didn’t directly speak to you, or even look at your face, irked you every time. 

“That won’t be necessary, you can go home.” Yoongi told him simply, throwing his bag over his shoulder. “Goodnight, Mr. Jeong.” 

“Goodnight, sir.” he bowed to his employer and you didn’t even try to say goodbye. 

Yoongi noticed how quiet you got, how could he not? He brought your hand up to his lips to kiss the back of it, honest and earning eyes making sure you knew he was all that mattered, all you should focus on. And you would gladly do it, too. 

With an arm around your waist, Yoongi led you into the building, past security and into the elevator. You could see the adrenaline was slowly moving away and leaving him; you knew what was coming next, already wondering what kind of food he’d order for dinner. 

“Will you really make Mr. Jeong leave his bed when it's time to drive me home?” you asked Yoongi while the elevator took you up to the third floor of the short building. “Not that I mind too much, but he already doesn’t like me.” 

You were perfectly fine taking a cab or a general paid ride, but Yoongi never liked that, always preferring that his driver take you home. It was a safer option, privacy and all that. 

But then he spoke words you never thought you’d hear from him:

“You’re not going home tonight.” Yoongi shrugged, as if it was a common occurrence, having you stay over. “Is that okay?” 

“You never ask me to stay the night.” you babbled, walking out of the elevator to wait in the hallway as he unlocked his front door. 

“We’ve spent the night together before, what are you talking about?” Yoongi looked at you as if you were crazy, letting you walk into the apartment first. 

You scoffed, taking your shoes off by the door as Yoongi did the same after turning on the main lights and locking the door after himself. 

“Yeah, when we’re out of town.” you pointed out. “At hotels, or rented places. Not when we’re here and I have a perfectly good home to go back to.” 

“Mhm.” he hummed, as if tracing his memories to find out if what you were saying was right. Before you could move much further down the hallway, Yoongi held you by your waist, taking a step to press you against the closest wall. You sucked in a small breath as his nose bumped against yours. “If that’s true, then it’s about time we change that.” 

You couldn’t help the skyrocketing of your heart at Yoongi’s words. Despite your brain begging you to not believe it, that he was just saying that to get you to melt and turn putty in hold. But it was small moments like these, little things he did or said that made the lines so deeply drawn in the sand to blur. You wouldn't mind getting rid of it altogether. 

Yoongi’s teeth nibbled on your bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth to suck on. Your hand slipped into his hair, wet with a mixture of sweat and hair products. 

"Yoongi–" you sighed blissfully, pressing your body into his as your every nerve ending craved him. 

It was then that the pitter patter of short nails on marble and a small whine, followed by a bark made you pull your lips from Yoongi’s grasp. 

You gasped for a whole different reason, pushing Yoongi away in order to properly look at the tiny dog jumping on his hind legs to greet you and his appa. 

"You didn't tell me you got Holly back!" you chirped, settling on your knees to coo and pet Yoongi's dog as he laid on the floor, showing you his tummy. 

Holly, the brown poodle, had a bit of a shared parenting situation, where he would stay with Yoongi in Seoul whenever he had a work schedule that allowed him to stay in Seoul for a while. The other half of the time, he'd stay in Daegu with Yoongi’s parents, who treated the puppy like a grandson. 

You've met Yoongi’s parents once before, and things weren't as awkward as they could have been, considering. You knew they were in town to watch Yoongi’s concert yesterday, so it didn't surprise you they brought Holly back. 

"Wanted it to be a surprise." Yoongi smiled, melting your insides into goo. "It would be too easy to make you want to stay if you knew he's home." 

You rolled your eyes, which he couldn't see, as if it would ever be hard for Yoongi to convince you to spend the night. 

"Well, now I might just stay the weekend." you bluffed, not really expecting the words to come out of his mouth next. 

"You're welcome to." he simply stated, getting back to his original height after tickling Holly into squirming. 

"Alright, now I'm worried." you chuckled nervously, standing up as well. 

"What?" 

"Why do you want me to stay so much?" you pondered, following him down the hall towards his bedroom. "Am I not gonna be able to walk tomorrow or something?" 

"Oh, shut up." he laughed, pulling you to him by your waist, gluing his front to your back as he dragged you into his room. Walking with a grown man stuck to you was tricky, but you would never complain. "Shower with me." 

"But Holly–" 

"He'll still be here when we're done." he whined, nuzzling his face into your neck. 

It wouldn't need much convincing on his part to get you to agree to shower with him, when you knew exactly what he looked like under the running water of his fancy ass rain shower. 

You dropped your purse and gifted chain on top of Yoongi’s bed on the way to the bathroom, barely missing it on Yoongi’s rush to drag you into it fast enough to lock Holly out. The puppy barked a couple of times before going to find something else to do. 

“Should we order food now so it's here when we're out?” you asked Yoongi as the thought just now crossed your mind. 

“I don't want to have to rush.” Yoongi answered after pondering for a couple of seconds. “Are you too hungry now?”

“No, but I know you.” you mused, crossing your arms. “You have your after concert phases.”

“Phases?” he enquired, tilting his head as he held the hem of his shirt between his fingers. 

“Mhm. First you get horny, which is why you're dragging me into the shower.” you lifted a finger, then another. “And then you get hungry and cranky if you don’t eat right away.”

“I don't get cranky–” he snorted, pulling his shirt off the rest of the way. 

You hadn’t seen Yoongi like this for a couple of weeks, as you were busy with work and he was rehearsing for the last three concerts of his tour. Although, if you were being honest, you’d drool over his body even if you were lucky enough to see him naked everyday. 

Yoongi was gorgeous all over, and he’d put on some very appreciated weight, as he usually did during tours. It meant he was eating well, which would always make you happy when you worried for his well being on the road. His chest muscles were filled up, biceps bulging, and a soft, yet lean, stomach that you planned on kissing and biting before the end of the night. 

“Okay, if you're sure, we can order after the shower.” you settled, knowing the possibility of coming to regret it was very much real. 

“I am.” he assured you, despite you knowing him like the back of your hand. 

Soon after, his pants were joining his shirt on the black marble floor, along with his boxers. You liked the fact that, during his solo concerts, Yoongi didn’t have to wear the protection cups male idols had to use when dancing was involved. To this day, you still remembered laughing about the weird piece when you helped Yoongi undress when he forgot he still had it on.

And, to confirm your theory about Yoongi’s ‘post concert phases’, his cock was very much half hard and hanging long. Phase one was in full force, it seemed. It also explained why he was so impatiently waiting for you to undress, despite already walking into the glass shower stall and turning it on. 

You took your time taking your dress off when you heard: 

“That dress looks really good on you.” Yoongi was eating you with his eyes from behind the shower door, talking a little louder so you’d hear him. 

“Thank you, it was a gift.” you beamed, letting the black piece fall to the floor. 

“Whoever gave it to you has good taste.” he gloated, which made you laugh as you hooked your fingers on the sides of your underwear. 

“Eh, his ego is too big, so don’t tell him I agree.” 

After getting naked, much to Yoongi’s relief, you stepped into the shower, breathing in the steam, feet relaxing after being in uncomfortable shoes for so many hours. Yoongi was already dripping from head to toe, wet hair long and pushed back and away from his infuriatingly handsome face. His eyes were closed as he rubbed soap on his lids to remove his makeup. 

You approached him sheepishly, hands on his sides as you kissed his chest and collarbones. Yoongi sighed in satisfaction at feeling you close, tipping his head back to get rid of the soap on his face so he could look at you. Water splashed on you, and his own body temperature was telling. 

“Isn’t the water too hot for you?” you questioned, continuing to kiss his body as your hands roamed his back and you pressed your fronts together. 

“A little, but that’s how you like it.” he shrugged, wrapping his arms around you and taking a step back so you could both share the water stream. “Is it okay?” 

“It’s perfect, but you usually complain about it.” you pointed out, linking your hands behind his back, not really planning on letting him go for the time being. 

“Just because it makes me all pink and flushed.” he chuckled, having a little bit of a hard time to reach for his facial soap and squirt some of it on his palms. “But you also like that, so.” 

“I always think you’re cute.” you trailed off, closing your eyes as he started to massage your face with gentle fingers to also remove your makeup. And he always did a much better job than if you did it yourself. 

“So I went from hot to cute in less than an hour?” Yoongi complained with a whine to his tone, making you laugh. 

“You are a man of many faces.” your eyes were still closed as Yoongi moved from your face to massage the water into your scalp, the hot stream relaxing every muscle on your body as it fell freely onto the two of you. “Agust D is hot. Yoongi is cute.” 

The man in question was laughing and you felt it all over you as his chest rumbled and his shoulders were shaking, bringing a smile to your own lips. When you finally opened your eyes, you regretted immensely. Because the way he was looking at you was not the way you look at someone you’re just fucking. 

You hadn’t decided yet if those loving eyes were hurtful or proof that it was okay to hope. You weren’t ready yet to have your heart broken, in case you were painfully wrong, so you had to change it fast. And the way you found to do that, was to bring your hands to his front, dragging them down his stomach. 

Yoongi’s gaze darkened, which was something you were much more used to dealing with. His breathing grew labored in anticipation, forehead pressing against yours as your fingertips reached the short patch of hair and found his erection. 

“You complain I get horny after concerts, but you’re always enabling me,” he groaned as your hand wrapped around his base and you squeezed him lightly. “So, it’s your own fault.” 

“I’m such a horrible person for doing that.” you smiled against his jaw, running your hand up and down his cock, bringing him into fullness. “Should I stop?”

His fingertips pressed harder against your sides, a warning for you to stay where you were, doing exactly what you were doing. Yoongi’s lips searched for and found yours, starting a wet kiss that made your knees tremble. One of his hands left your sides to hold the back of your neck, tongue coaxing your mouth to open and let it in. 

Your lips parted and you chased his tongue with yours. You explored each other’s mouths as if you didn’t have them mapped out at this point, as if you didn’t know what that tongue could do, or how he had a bit of a biting problem when it came to your lips. Yoongi’s kiss always felt like the first kiss all over again, enough to make your heart buzz in your ears and your body respond to it in ways that should be shameful. 

Yoongi took your bottom lip into his mouth, giving it tiny tugs and long sucks, making you moan against his mouth as your hand closed around his tip. 

“You still have that soap?” you asked quietly as you couldn’t properly move your hand with all that water. 

“I always keep a bottle here, in case you come over.” Yoongi nodded, searching for the bottle in question amongst the hair and body products he kept in the ledge of his shower wall. 

“Always prepared.” you giggled, letting go of his cock to offer your palm up to him. 

The soap he poured on your hand was oil-based; a specific kind of lube-like product advertised for these very moments. The bottle was almost empty, definitely less than the last time you saw it, and you hoped he used it on his own, instead of using it with other partners. You didn’t think Yoongi would have the time or the patience to entertain multiple people at the same time, but you would never be brave enough to ask him about it either. 

When you brought your hand back down, the glide up and down his cock was much easier, making Yoongi groan in pleasure and throw his head back, the perfect opportunity for you to kiss his long neck, feeling as he swallowed hard when you closed your fist around his tip again, flicking your wrist a couple of times. 

“Much better.” you mumbled against his neck as you licked and sucked on tiny spots of his shoulder you knew would be covered by his shirt at tomorrow's concert. 

“I’ll say so–” Yoongi agreed breathlessly, hips moving a little faster to fuck himself into your hand. 

Before putting the bottle where it belonged, Yoongi took a bit of product into his own hand, spreading it on his fingers and bringing his arm between your bodies. You were already parting your feet carefully not to slip in the process, but giving Yoongi enough room to slip his hand between your legs. 

“Dunno why I use this,” you could feel the smirk in his tone as two fingers slipped between your folds. “You’re always so wet for me.” 

You had a comeback on the tip of your tongue, you were sure of it. Too bad you couldn’t remember what it was as his fingers kept dragging up and down your folds, just barely grazing your clit before moving lower to tease your little hole. 

Your forehead rested against his shoulder as you held his cock with both hands, working on his shaft as you diligently flicked your wrist just under his tip, using your thumb to spread the lube and the slick dripping out him, circling his velvety head. 

“Fuck, you know just how to touch me–” he cursed lowly, chest almost trembling the more you did what he liked. “Getting me so close, kitten.” 

“I know, it’s my favorite talent.” you smiled to yourself, slipping one hand between his legs to cup his balls. 

“Aw, shit–” 

Seeing as you were playing with the tread keeping him on this earth, Yoongi focused on his own hand between your legs, done with the teasing, bringing the pads of his fingers to your bundle of nerves. Yoongi played with your clit, pulling the hood back, letting the slippery, swollen nub slip between his fingers as he moved them up and down, massaging the sane out of your brain. 

There were a few reasons why his staff didn’t like you, and the fact you couldn’t really control your noises when it came to Yoongi was definitely an easy one to point out. You weren’t ever wailing and yelling bloody murder, but when Yoongi made you feel good, you let him know. The shower water wasn’t enough to muffle your moans, and the man was throbbing and pulsing in your hands from how much he enjoyed hearing your every sound. 

“Oh, please–” you cried out when his fingers moved down again, the tip of one pushing inside your clenching hole. 

“Yeah, kitten?” a rhetorical question, yet you still nodded. Yoongi’s voice was low and borderline immoral as he teased: “Want them inside this tight little pussy?”

“I do…” you mewled, almost losing focus on your own hand movements.  

Yoongi circled your entrance again, tearing out whimpers from you, until you lifted your head to look at him. You knew he never resisted when you looked at him like this; big eyes, wet lashes sticking together, a tiny pout on your lips. It was enough for him to push his digits inside you, just to watch your eyes roll back and your jaw fall slack. 

The stretch was minimal from how aroused you were, how wet you felt all night, and the soap definitely made it even easier for Yoongi to push them as deep as he could. 

“Faster, baby.” he groaned with one swift movement of his hips. “Wanna make a mess on you.”

“You’re so hard.” you mumbled between moans of your own, both hands closing around his thickness and jerking him off faster. 

Your hands moved up and down, tugging and squeezing. When you looked down, between your wet bodies, you saw how his usually pale pink tip was colored red, as if he’d been holding back. You wondered if it was painful and if it was blending with his arousal, making every stroke feel better and better. 

His fingers hooked inside you, the angle just right and practiced, finding your sweet spot with ease. Yoongi’s palm pressed against your clit, rubbing it as his fingers fucked in and out of you fast enough to make your vision blurr and your legs shake. At every upstroke, he hit your g-spot perfectly, close to making you unravel fast. 

Taking you by surprise, Yoongi hooked his free hand on your thigh, lifting it and holding it up, opening you up so that his hand could reach a new angle that made you whimper loudly. One of your hands held onto his shoulder for balance, even if you knew he’d never let you slip. 

It would be so easy for you to bring his cock into your entrance like this, the angle was almost perfect. You were both looking at each other’s hands and Yoongi read your mind as he said: 

“Later, kitten. Wanna take my time when I fuck you later.” 

“But I love your cock so much.” you complained with no real bite. 

“I also know you like my fingers.” he sounded smug, but no lies had been told tonight. “Want you to cum around them first, okay?” 

“Uh-huh–” 

All left for you to do was to agree, you were already so close just from his fingering that you might not have the time to bring him into your pulsating walls. Yoongi focused his efforts into fucking you just right, beautiful knobby fingers working your cunt fast and hard, just as you stroked his cock with as much passion as he was giving you. 

But Yoogi wouldn’t cum before making you unravel, no matter how painfully hard his cock was in your hand. Lucky for him, all it took were the three words delivered to your ear, in that gravely tone of his, to have you coming undone. 

“Cum for me.” 

It wasn’t a request, not even permission, but an order that was easy to obey. You didn’t even have that much control over your actions when Yoongi was commanding your body as well as he was. Your lower stomach tensed and your nails sunk in on his shoulder, gard enough for him to hiss and hold you a little harder. You trembled endlessly as he kept fucking you, guinding you through what you could only describe as a mind blowing orgasm you only ever reached when you were with Yoongi. 

When he gently let your leg go, making sure you wouldn’t lose your balance, your second hand reached for his cock so you could make him cum for you right away. You pumped him up and down, hands covering his tip, then slipping all the way down to his base. Yoongi’s moans were the best thing you heard all night, and after a concert filled with growls, note changes and his fast rap, it was saying something. 

Thick ropes shot out from his flushed tip, hitting part of your chest and your stomach, painting you with his pleasure. There was so much of it coming that you wondered if he even touched himself from the last time you were together. For some irrational reason, you liked that theory, saving it into your heart even if it wasn’t true. 

“Fuck, how do you always do that?” Yoongi moved his fingers out of your pussy, holding you by the ribs to press your body flush against his. 

“Do what?” you sounded a little drunk as you were forced to let go of his cock with his movements. 

“Drive me crazy.” he explained as you circled his neck with your weak and tired arms. 

“Bet you say that to everyone.” apparently your brain and your heart were disconnected as you spoke those words. 

If only you knew you had nothing to worry about when all Yoongi said was: 

“There’s no one else, kitten.”

Yoongi was taking too long to get off the phone with his parents, you could hear him repeat ‘yes, eomma’ a few dozen times in the past ten minutes. You knew he must be starving by now, you definitely were and you weren’t even the one jumping around for two hours. 

Your shower took a little longer than expected as you both forgot just how hard oil-based lube was to wash off, not to mention washing Yoongi’s hair, and then yours. By the time the food finally arrived, your lover was cranky –as you knew he would be– and it was way past midnight. 

You were wearing one of his shirts, kindly offered to you as your impromptu sleepover didn’t allow you to pack an overnight bag and you didn’t have any spare clothes in his closet. It was rare when he brought you home, and you had never stayed over the whole night. 

Instead of dissecting what any of this could mean, you focused on opening all of the takeout boxes and spreading them around the center table of his living room. You had never tried this restaurant before, but ever since spending some time in Thailand, Yoongi was addicted to Thai food. He ordered dishes that you just had to try, resulting in a lot more food than you were positive you could finish. 

“God, I love that woman, but she drives me crazy sometimes.” Yoongi was walking down the hall to meet you in his living room. 

He was wearing nothing but gray sweatpants, low on his hips, shirtless torso as his neck and shoulders were a little flushed from the hot shower and what obviously was a vexing conversation with his mother. 

“Is everything okay?” you weren’t too concerned, knowing how their relationship had its ups and downs. The two were too much alike to function smoothly at all times. 

“Yeah, she just couldn’t understand why I can’t go to brunch with her, hyung and Chun-hae.” Yoongi sighed dramatically, sitting on the couch at your side. “‘What plans can be more important than having a meal with your family and your brother’s new wife?’” 

You were laughing at his imitation of Mrs. Min, covering your mouth while you chewed and attempted to swallow a piece of duck meat without choking. “If you have plans for tomorrow morning, then maybe you shouldn’t have asked me to stay?” 

“You’re part of the plans.” he told you without hesitating and you swallowed hard. 

“Morning sex is hardly an excuse to skip breakfast with your family.” you pointed out, checking your phone to look at the time. Maybe you could still text Yoongi’s driver to pick you up after dinner. 

“That’s not all– what the hell is that?” Yoongi was staring at you with a deadpan that made you look at yourself, then at the center table you were sitting behind of. 

“Uh… I was hungry, so I started to–”

“No, that in your hand.” his eyes were squinting as you lifted your phone, understanding right away what he was talking about. “An iPhone? Really?” 

“Oh my god, don’t start. The camera is really good in this phone.” you huffed, wondering just how much Samsung was paying him to be this pro-Galaxy. Flipping your phone around, you showed him your case: “Look, I even have your photocard in the back.” 

That made him stop, cheeks flushed, fighting with the corner of his lips to stay down. 

“Still. I’ll get you a new Galaxy.” he stated and you scoffed. “And some D-DAY stickers.” 

“I’ll take the stickers.” 

You scooted a little to the side, patting the spot on the rug next to you for Yoongi to sit next to you, unwrapping the spare chopsticks and parting them in the middle before offering them to him. Yoongi took them with a tired sigh and licked his lips as he looked over the food options. 

While he started to eat, you opened the can of diet coke for him, the noise making Holly lift his head in curiosity, studying you from where he was laying between the TV and the table. 

“Why are you watching a still picture?” Yoongi asked with a full mouth of veggies and noodles, bottom lip shiny with the sauce. 

“It’s not a still picture, he just went to get a drink.” you explained, reaching for the noodles Yoongi had just tried to do the same. “You don’t recognize that room?”

The image on TV was still, you’d give him that, but just because Jungkook wasn’t in the frame. You could kind of hear his footsteps and the clicking of ice as the boy made himself another drink. It took Yoongi a few seconds to realize what you were watching, the Weverse logo at the corner being an easy giveaway. 

“He’s live again?!” Yoongi groaned, making you laugh. 

“He was doing an unboxing of your album.” you told Yoongi, watching him chew in pout. “Which, by the way, why does he get an autographed copy and I don’t?” 

“You said you wanted to buy the album yourself.” Yoongi looked at you as if you just told him the craziest thing. 

“Yeah, because I’m a supporting friend.” nagged. “Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t accept an extra, signed copy.” 

“Okay, I’ll sign a spare copy and give it to you later.” Yoongi decided, but you were already shaking your head. 

“I don’t want a pity album!” 

“Okay, then I won’t give it to you!” he bickered, taking a scoop of rice and bringing it to you, instead of his own mouth. 

You let him feed you the sweet rice, watching him watch the way your lips closed around his chopsticks as he dragged them out of your mouth. His own cheeks were filled with food, but you would still kiss the shit out of him right now if he let you. 

“Can you make it out ‘to kitten’?” you relented. “And sign it as Agust D?” 

“Sure, kitten.” 

You smiled with a closed mouth, not trying to flash him while you chewed your food. 

Yoongi made a good decision when ordering Thai food as you didn’t dislike anything you tried from the assortment of things Yoongi picked. Now you had one more reason to wish you were able to go to Thailand with him; if it wasn’t for a new clothing line you had to take pictures for, you would have made it, too. It was bad enough that you missed out on his boat rides and snorkeling, now you knew you missed a whole lot of good food, too. 

The two of you ate in partial silence as you watched Jungkook get back into frame with a microphone that had apparently been gifted to him by Spotify, singing a song or two, but mostly talking to his audience. He kept bringing up Yoongi’s concert and you knew he was still beating himself up for messing up the lyrics. 

“Is that all you are?” Yoongi asked, but he was looking ahead, so you weren’t sure he was even talking to you. 

“Hm?” you reached for a napkin to wipe your lips clean, already full just by watching him eat. 

“A supporting friend?” he still didn’t look at you, but your previous words rang back to you. 

You frowned, surprised Yoongi was still stuck on that when you didn’t even remember what you were talking about anymore. But his question, and his small frown, confused you. 

“Aren’t we friends?” you asked quietly as you pulled your knees up to your chest. “Do I not support you?”

“We are and you do.” was his simple answer. 

“Then what’s wrong with what I said?” you wanted to know, but didn’t want to push him in any way. You could tell there was a lot going on his mind right now, the adrenaline of the concert completely gone by now. 

“Nothing, I guess.” he shrugged, resting his back against the couch behind you, pausing the movements of his chopsticks to look at you. “Just feels a little weird to call you a friend when I can still smell your cum on my fingers.”

“What do you want to call me then?” 

Your voice was weak as you rested your chin on your knee, watching his eyes twitch ever so slightly, his tongue poke between his lips to wipe off any leftover sauce. Your heart was betraying you as your stomach felt cold at the prospects of his answer. 

Unfortunately or not, his answer was a simple:

“Guess I haven’t given it much thought.” 

All you could do was hum in agreement, lost in your own thoughts as your eyes moved back to the TV. You couldn’t help but wonder if Yoongi would give it a thought now that it was brought to his attention, or if he’d dismiss it altogether and things would always stay the way they were. 

“I was at hyung’s concert tonight again, he is so cool, isn’t he? Hyung worked hard.” Jungkook spoke up, so much fondness when it came to Yoongi that you wondered if he could be the maknae’s favorite hyung. “Ah, no I wasn’t sitting with Jimin hyung, which is why you didn’t see me. I was, uh– backstage with someone else.” 

You knew you were the ‘someone else’ in question, a small smile arising in your lips at the mention. 

“No, I can’t tell you who it was, stop asking.” Jungkook scolded playfully. “And stop calling me Ian–” 

You laughed at the mention of Ian and Jungkook’s tiny mistake when outing his secret Tiktok account, only realizing Yoongi was staring at you when you felt his burning gaze. It made your neck flush, but you pretended not to notice it. 

“Okay, I’m gonna go now.” the boy on TV started to wave at the millions of fans watching him, just as Yoongi got up to get the half empty takeout containers back to the kitchen. “Please support hyung at tomorrow’s concert too.” 

You turned the television off before Jungkook was properly gone, not really liking the way Yoongi had grown quiet all of a sudden. You picked up the last boxes left behind and followed him into the kitchen, helping him find the correct plastic lids to each one, seeing as he was a little distracted. 

The ping on your phone alerted you of a new text message coming in, both you and Yoongi looking at the device on top of the kitchen island on pure reflex. 

Jungkookie sent you a message, unlock to view. 

You looked at Yoongi in time to watch his shoulders drop as he turned around to throw away the used chopsticks. You always enjoyed the view of his back muscles, the 7 tattoo on his shoulder, knowing you were one of the few to know it was there, but you hated how his head was hanging forward and his posture was slouching. 

“He isn’t wasting any time, huh?” came his voice, even if he wasn’t looking at you again. 

“I’m sure it’s nothing.” you cursed yourself internally; you didn’t have to make Yoongi feel better about this. If he didn’t know what you should call each other, then Jungkook might. If only it was that easy to ignore whatever was bothering Yoongi. 

The man hummed again, in that way that told you nothing. You reached for your phone to read the message: 

Jungkookie: Were you watching the live, noona?

Harmless, just making conversation, making sure he had your right number, perhaps. And then your phone pinged again.

Jungkookie: Are you going to watch hyung’s concert tomorrow again? 

You: Hi, Kookie! Yes, we watched your live. I liked the purple lights in your room. 

You: And I’m not sure I’m coming to the concert tomorrow yet. 

Jungkookie: If you’re not planning on seeing hyung tomorrow, then can we grab something to eat instead? 

Jungkookie: My lights are much cooler in person. 

Maybe he really wasn’t wasting any time indeed. You didn’t know what you were expecting to feel when giving Jungkook your number, but… This wasn’t it. Yes it was exciting and it was nice to be asked out on a proper date, to have someone as cool as Jungkook being obviously interested in you. 

But what would happen if you said yes? Would you end up in his bedroom with the excuse of seeing his cool lights? If it didn’t happen on the first day, what if it happened on the third? Would you even be able to make it to the second date without thinking of Yoongi and what it would mean for the two of you? 

“Everything okay, kitten?” his voice was quiet, maybe a little reluctant. 

You looked up from your phone then, deciding you wouldn’t make any conclusions tonight. 

“Of course, everything is fine.” you locked your phone and put it on silent mode, locking the screen and placing it on top of the island once more. “Should we finish cleaning up?” 

“I already cleared everything.” Yoongi told you and you looked over your shoulder, realizing that all of the trash had already been taken care of and the food was stored in the fridge. 

“Oh.” 

“I lost you there for a minute.” 

Yoongi’s words felt heavy on his chest and he didn’t even know why. 

Or maybe he did and just wasn't ready to properly dissect what he was feeling tonight. From learning Jungkook spent all night keeping you company, to how he asked for your number and you gave it to him, and to how you were obviously texting each other already. 

Yoongi knew of Jungkook’s crush on you, the maknae didn't really hide it; big eyes always so obvious and honest. But Yoongi didn’t think Jungkook would ever do anything about it. Wasn't it against some kind of rulebook? 

Don't mess with your brother’s… Girl? Friend? Fuck buddy? 

Yoongi never felt the need to put a name on what you were to him, what you were to each other. But ever since finding you backstage with Jungkook, it started to nag at him. Was this how it felt to be threatened by someone else? 

"I'm just gonna put Holly in his pen for the night, if you want to go wait for me in the bedroom." Yoongi told you quietly, too scared you might have changed your mind about staying. 

"Sure you don't need help?" you offered, and a little of the weight of the rocks in his stomach lifted. 

"He might get hyper again if he sees you." Yoongi chuckled with a shake of his head, walking around the kitchen to turn a few of the lights that were no longer needed. "They say dogs don't pick favorites but I call bulshit."

"Baby, I don't think anyone says that." 

You had that tiny, shy smile on your face as Yoongi circled the kitchen island, stopping him at the new term of endearment you just used. It made him falter, eyes widening a fraction. 

"I'm usually the one calling you that." Yoongi chuckled, but it sounded more like a wheeze. 

"Oh. Does it bother you?" you nibbled on your bottom lip, but Yoongi used his thumb to set it free. 

"I think I like it." he thought more than that, if he were being honest. 

"I'll be waiting in the bedroom, then." you let him know, raising on your toes to kiss his cheek. 

"Kitten." Yoongi called before you could walk too far, motioning to the device on top of the marble island. "Aren't you taking your phone?"

"I won't need it in there." you shook your head. The only thing you needed tonight was to have Yoongi close to you. "Besides, I assume you don't have an Apple charger?"

"See? If you had a Galaxy, your battery would last for days–" 

"Alright, say goodnight to Holly for me." you interrupted the man before asking if he became a Samsung CEO and forgot to mention. 

At least you could say a bit of the palpable, smothering tension was going away, since you were still able to laugh together. You could tell that leaving your phone behind did something for Yoongi’s mood. You wouldn't dare say he was jealous of Jungkook in any way, not when you knew how he felt about you.

But Yoongi was clearly confused about something, on some minimal level, if anything. Otherwise he wouldn't have mentioned you weren't just a friend, he wouldn't even question it. 

If he didn't realize at this point how much you belonged to him, wordlessly, irrevocably, however unrequitedly, maybe it was about time you showed it. 

As he moved to take Holly to his playpen for the night, you went to Yoongi’s bedroom with an idea in your mind. It was pretty simple, really, no great gestures or a big confession planned. 

But Yoongi was a smart guy and he knew how to read between the lines. If he didn’t understand what you meant, then maybe he wanted to remain clueless;  it would be your own hint that maybe you should let go. 

Your purse was still on the edge of Yoongi’s bed, the chain he wore tonight at the concert was laying next to it. You picked it up and walked to the large mirror on the closet door, unclasping the jewelry before bringing it to your neck. 

You had to fasten it a little tighter against your throat than it was on his, the excess chain resting on your collarbones and reaching all the way between your breasts. You admired how the collar-like chain sat snug against your skin, how the simple fact that you were wearing it, and it belonged to Yoongi, made your breathing grow slow and heavy, dull throbs sparking between your legs. 

You heard Yoongi’s lazy steps as he came down the hall and joined you in the bedroom, closing the door softly behind him. 

"Kitten, about tomorrow," Yoongi started, but his next words died on his throat as you turned around to face him. 

"Yeah?" 

You smiled softly, walking closer to him as you watched his eyes flit from the chain around your neck to your eyes, down to your lips and back to the chain. 

Yoongi was almost a head and a half taller than you, way wider with his broad shoulders and chest that narrowed into a surprisingly slim waist. 

In your work field, you saw handsome men every day, you've worked with actors and the occasional idol in brand deals and campaigns in the past, to the point you weren't affected by a pretty face and it took a lot to make you blush or squirm.

And then there was Yoongi. 

So beautiful in every way, the prettiest pouty lips, cutest nose, most honest eyes and golden heart. His hair was parted in the middle, falling softly and shiny around his face, the tips a little curly from being allowed to dry naturally instead being blow-dry. 

"What's this, hm?" his hand reached for the chain resting between your breasts, the back of his fingers gently grazing your mounds, making you tingle all over. 

“Wanted to know what it would look like on me.” you told him as you took a step closer, fingers reaching for his shoulder to absentmindedly trace the faint scar with your thumb. “What it’d feel like.” 

“Looks pretty.” Yoongi stated, hand moving higher as he held the chain and gave it a tiny tug. You swallowed hard, a tiny gasp of surprise following. “How does it feel?” 

“Good.” you looked into his eyes, hoping yours would convey what you were trying to show him. 

Claim me, I’m yours. I’ve always been yours. 

Yoongi kept a firm hold on the chain to keep you in place and your eyes fluttered closed just shy of missing his lips break into a side smirk. His lips pressed gently against your cheek, dragging over your jaw, finding your ear. Yoongi took the lobe into his mouth, pulling on it with his teeth as his warm breathing made you melt on the spot. 

“Wanna keep it on?” he asked in a whisper and you pondered if he could hear your heartbeat reply. 

“I do…” you sighed heavily, both hands resting on his chest. “Is that okay, baby?” 

“Anything my kitten wants.” Yoongi’s mouth was making its way to yours, your body trembling with the way he said my kitten. “You’ll be good for me, won’t you?” 

You nodded as words seemed to leave you at that very moment Yoongi’s arm circled around your waist to press you against his body. Your arms wrapped around his neck, eyes still very much closed as you felt his breath ghosting your lips. Yoongi was still holding onto the chain with his other hand, even when he held your neck and part of your jaw. 

The warmth of his hand was contrasting to the coldness of the chain, his body was smooth and his lips wet when they found yours. You sighed against his lips, melting and turning into a puddle in his hold as his tongue licked between your lips, asking for the permission you easily granted. 

Your back bowed the more Yoongi pressed into you, tongue swirling around your mouth, playing with yours, deepening the kiss as your heads tilted to opposite sides. The moment he let go of the chain, you sucked in a deep breath, some clarity returning to your hazy brain, but it was minimal with the way both of his hands traveled down your back to squeeze and palm your ass. 

His hands slipped under your shirt, kneading your cheeks, pulling your hips harder against his to let you feel the very prominent bulge that already started to form inside his pants. You sighed and moaned softly the higher his touches moved, fiery trails being left behind by his fingertips until you had to part the kiss to allow Yoongi to pull the fabric off your body. 

The chain fell against your chest with a light clunk, making you wince and Yoongi look at you with a small veil of concern. 

“Did I hurt you?” he asked in that raspy voice of his, making you almost forget what the words meant. 

“No, not at all,” you assured him, hands going back to his shoulders as his rested on your ribs, just shy of your chest. “Just cold.” 

“Let me make it warm, then.” 

Yoongi leaned closer to your neck, blown out pupils were the last thing you saw when your eyes fluttered closed and you offered your throat for him to kiss. His mouth opened and closed against your skin, covering it in wet kisses. His teeth worked as hard as his lips and tongue, no doubt covering you in more marks and love bites. 

The man’s hands cupped your tits, squeezing them as his thumbs rolled your stiff nipples, making you moan a little louder and rub your thighs together. You loved everything Yoongi did, how he touched your body, knew when to push you and when to go slower. You felt drunk, even if the only alcohol you had tonight was the shot of whiskey you shared with the artist before he went on stage, and that was hours ago. 

As his lips made their way back to your jaw and ear, you felt yourself tremble at his breathy words:

“Kiss me.” 

It sounded like a request, not an order; almost a plea. One you would do your very best to obey regardless. Your eyes parted as your hands moved from his shoulders to his neck. You had to look up to his handsome face, beauty too delicate, lips too bitten, eyes too perfect, as your difference in height didn’t allow you just to lean in. 

Your lips parted as you reached out for him, chasing for his mouth, breath getting caught in your throat when–

“What’s wrong, kitten?” Yoongi’s tone was teasing, head cocking sideways as you couldn’t move. The restriction around your neck, as Yoongi gripped on the chain, made it impossible for you to reach his lips. “Don’t you want to kiss me? Shame.” 

“Yoongi–” you whined pitifully, hands slipping into his long, dark hair, trying to bring him closer to you, but to no avail. “I always want to kiss you.” 

“Then why don’t you, hm?” the teasing continued, paired with the licking of his lips to taunt you further. “Don’t you want to be a good little kitten for me?” 

You were growing squirmy, trying to reach those perfect, petal colored lips, suck on his tongue, anything, but the firm grip around your throat didn’t let you move up. And then Yoongi gave it a light, downward tug, making your neck sting and your shoulders drop. Looking up at him, you saw a tiny challenge in his eyes and your brain took a little while to catch up to what he was hinting at. And then your eyes widened in what must have been a comical way, as Yoongi’s chuckle warmed your heart. 

“Fucking cute.” he praised, making you even more shy under his stare. 

“Yoongi.” 

Your hands left his neck to hold his sides, trace his curves, as your lips met his collarbones. You might not be kissing his lips, but you’d peck and nibble wherever you could reach. You seemed to have gotten the right idea as Yoongi hummed in content when you dragged your lips all over his chest. 

When you reached his nipple, flicking it with your tongue, you heard him hiss and pull on the chain again, moving you lower on his body. You knew he was sensitive, but never missed the opportunity to make him squirm. 

Yoongi retaliated by not granting you a lot of time to kiss his tummy, barely allowing you to trace the lines of his stomach with your tongue. Your thighs were burning and your back was bent uncomfortably, so the final tug had you dropping to your knees on the floor. The wood was heated, but hard under your knees, but this was a point of view of Min Yoongi you’d never get tired of. 

From this angle you could see the planes of his chest, the sharpness of his jawline, the strands of long hair framing his face as he looked down at you with lowered eyes. 

“Will you let me feel that pretty mouth around my cock?” he nudged and you replied with a nod, hands reaching for the waistband around his hips. “Nuh-uh. No hands, kitten.” 

“But–” your complaint was cut off by a harsher tug of the chain and your lips parted as arousal pooled between your legs, making your underwear stick to your folds. 

“What was that?” 

“Nothing, sir.” you shook your head, bringing your hands under your thighs to make sure they stayed away. 

“Good girl.” Yoongi praised, free hand tapping your cheek hard enough to make it warm, but not enough to hurt. 

God, you loved it when he treated you like this. Like you weren’t breakable, he knew how far you could go. You went crazy for the way he handled you like you were his good little kitten, ready to please him in any way he saw fit, any manner he was in the mood for. And after watching him on stage tonight, acting like a King and looking like a God, you’d give him anything he wanted. 

Body and soul included. 

You brought your face closer to his lower tummy, kissing just under his belly button, licking at the faint happy trail. Your teeth nipped his skin on accident as you tried to bite the elastic band of his pants, but all it did was make Yoongi groan. You tried a few different approaches when trying to use your mouth to get rid of the sweatpants, whole body wobbling as you fought with it, but it was fruitless. 

Yoongi’s hard cock was pointing up, tenting inside his pants, and the elastic band was too tight, slipping back into place one one side when you managed to lower the other. The man was looking down at you with an amused grin, likely knowing this was exactly what was going to happen from the moment he forbidden you from using your hands. 

“Something wrong?” he started again and it took you a lot of self control not to slip your hand between your legs at his mocking tone. “Do you not want to suck my cock, is that it? But you love drooling all over it–” 

You’ve had enough, huffing impatiently and bringing your mouth to his tip, lips wrapping around it over the light fabric of his pants. He cursed under his breath, hold on your chain making your skin prickle as he pulled out of pure reaction. You were looking at him through your lashes as you made sucking sounds, tongue wetting the material; even if none of this was pleasant for any of you, it still got Yoongi moving. 

“If you’re just gonna act like a brat–” Yoongi complained with no real bite, pulling you away from his cock by the metal around your neck. He let go of the chain to use his hands to shove his pants down his hips and thin legs, kicking them away when they pooled around his ankles. “You better be good to me now, open that fucking mouth.” 

“I’m always good.” you offered him an innocent little smile that didn’t really fool him anymore. 

You scooted closer to him again, mouth open and willing, tongue out as you brought it to his cock. The tip of your tongue gave it a couple licks, mouth closing around him as you sucked more and more of him into your willing, wet cave, not stopping even as you felt him in the back of your throat. Your eyes stung with tears from the sudden stretch of having him slipping down your throat with no prep, but you’d be damned if you didn’t shut him up with your deep-throating skills. 

Yoongi had been the one to train you on it, afterall. 

“Show off.” Yoongi cursed, sounding fucked out and raspy. “Behave, kitten.” 

As you pulled off his cock, letting it slip out of your throat, you held back a cough and took deep breaths to allow air to fill your lungs again. You had a wicked little smile on your spit covered lips, a thick string of it connecting you to his tip. You flicked your tongue over it to make it snap, hearing Yoongi’s raspy moan as his weight shifted from one leg to the other. 

He pushed your hair away from your face to get a better view of you, gently tucking it behind your ears before nudging his cock against your lips with a movement of his hips. You slipped your tongue past your lips to kitten lick at his sensitive tip, swirling it around the leaking head, moving lower as you traced a fat vein down to his very base. 

You mouthed at Yoongi’s cock, feeling small twitches against your lips, broad strokes of your tongue making the man tremble as he towered over you. After giving his smooth tip a wet kiss, you kissed down his length, past his base, stopping at his balls. You were looking up at him as you opened your mouth to take one of them into it, giving it gentle sucks that you knew drove Yoongi absolutely mad. His body was starting to collect a thin layer of sweat, trembling hand pushing his hair back and away from his face for the hundredth time tonight. It was a shame your mouth was too full and you couldn’t tell him how stunning he looked at this very moment. 

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Shit.” Yoongi groaned as you repeated the same action with the other ball, until you let go of it with a loud pop. “Come on now, let me fuck this pretty mouth.”

“It’s yours, baby.” you admitted, hoping he could read between the lines. “All of it.” 

“Yeah?” the man was breathless as his gorgeous hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it up and down, squeezing to find some relief as he let you breathe. “You’re all mine, aren’t you?” 

If Yoongi knew what he was doing, he was just plain cruel for playing with your feelings like this. But you still nodded, you still opened your mouth for him. 

“Damn right you are.” he growled, holding his base with one hand and your chain with the other, pulling you close to his cock and slipping it into your mouth. He was lucky you relaxed your jaw as fast as you did, just barely missing your teeth. “Never gonna choke on another cock like this. You’ll never like another as much as this one, right kitten?” 

You moaned around him as a reply, jaw already aching as his hips rolled and pulled back and pushed forward, slowly starting to fuck your mouth, just like he promised. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head as you rested your hands on his tights; not only were they starting to feel numb, being stuck under yourself for so long, you needed to find some balance. 

“My kitten.” he continued, getting lost in your warm mouth, making spit collect and dribble down the corners of your lips. “Mine.” 

You didn’t know Yoongi to behave this possessively, but you were going crazy for it. If you had half a brain right now, you might have connected it to the fact this was pretty much the first time Yoongi ever had competition, the first time he knew about someone else showing interest in you and it was making alarm bells ring around his head. 

As more and more growls escaped from his swollen lips, the faster he fucked your mouth, slipping all the way to the back, pulling off so your cheeks could hollow as you sucked, licked and slurped at a pace you knew would make him unravel fast. And Yoongi knew it, too, taking a step back to take his cock out of your mouth and holding you in place by the chain as you tried chasing him back. 

“Not gonna cum in your mouth, kitten.” he let you know, but didn’t sound so sure of it himself. “Come here.” 

“Selfish–” was all you managed to say, between the ache on your jaw and your slightly sore throat. 

Yoongi laughed cutely, just a raspy sound coming out in staccato. He helped you back onto your feet with strong, bulging arms, holding you close to his body as he looked at your neck. Despite your little whines of complaint, Yoongi unclasped the chain from your throat. 

“You’re all red, baby.” he told you quietly, breaking his Dom streak for the time being. “Did I hurt you?” 

“I’m okay, I promise.” you sighed, smiling as you kissed his cheek. “I can take it harder.” 

“Sure you can, kitten.” his smile mirrored yours, wet and hard cock resting between your bodies. Yoongi kissed your forehead and looked at your neck again, blowing on it to soothe the soreness. “Will you get on the bed for me?” 

“How boring.” you teased with a giggle, making him roll his eyes playfully. You turned around to follow his request, getting a smack on your ass in response, making you squeal as you ran away from him. 

You were still laughing as you kneeled on the mattress, scurrying all the way to the headboard to sit by the pillows. When you turned back around to face Yoongi, you saw his back as he stood in front of the mirror. You couldn’t help but gawk at his broad shoulders, thick arms, the dip on his spine. His skin was flushed pink, the 7 tattooed on the back of his shoulder was small, but still a beautiful contrast to his complexion. 

Your gaze was shamelessly stuck on his surprisingly round and plump ass when he turned around, saying: 

“My eyes are up here, kitten.” 

“I know, but your ass–” you giggled, but it went away as soon as it bubbled. 

The chain was around Yoongi’s neck again, circling his throat, the end of it still long enough to rest between his pecs. The way he was biting on his bottom lip told you he was a little nervous, which wasn’t something you ever saw Yoongi being in bed. He didn’t say anything else before climbing on his mattress to meet you, the chain swinging back and forth as he came closer. 

Mine, you spoke in your head, wishing for it to be true. Let me claim you, too. 

“Lay down for me, kitten.” Yoongi asked, holding your hips to pull your body down and help you lay on his bed. “Want you like this tonight. Want to see you. Okay?” 

“Anything you want.” you nodded, heart betraying you as you wanted to shy away from the intensity of his stare. “Always. Anything.” 

You sat up on your elbows and took the dangling part of the chain in your hand, gently pulling him closer, hearing his own gasp as you finally met his mouth again. Your legs parted for Yoongi’s hips to fit in between them, heavy and leaking cock hitting the inside of your thigh as he got comfortable in your hold. 

The kisses exchanged were sloppy, deep, mind numbing. You were barely tugging on the chain, just holding Yoongi close as his body leaned on top of yours and your head met his pillow. He took your bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it gently and letting it drag back into place between his teeth. 

One of his arms sneaked between your bodies to part your legs a little wider, taking his cock in his hand and giving a few lazy pumps as he brought it to your pussy, rubbing it up and down to coat it in your slick. 

“Want to feel all of you, kitten.” he groaned from the feeling and the thought, looking at you as he continued: “Can we do it like this? Please.” 

You were sighing in bliss as you reached to push his hair out of his face, gently running your nails through his scalp and smiling when it made him close his eyes. You didn’t always skip a condom, even if you were on birth control every single time you had any encounters like this one. But you knew you weren’t Yoongi’s only partner in the past, and he respected you enough to never ask this of you when he’d been with someone else in a short period of time. 

Despite promising you that he always wore protection with any of them, which you wholeheartedly believed. And maybe you liked to hurt yourself as you asked:

“How long has it been?” you asked, watching him frown in confusion, obviously getting lost in his own pleasure. “How long has it been since you’ve been with someone else?” 

“Too long.” he shook his head assuringly, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “I wouldn’t ask–” 

“What about Thailand?” you asked him quietly, swallowing the lump in your throat. 

“What about Thailand?” he repeated, letting go of his cock in order to cage you in with his arms as this was obviously something you needed to talk about. 

“Nevermind, it doesn’t matter.” you shook your head, but Yoongi sighed. 

“You always do this. You always pretend things aren’t bothering you when I know they are.” he told you, but his words were gentle and un-accusing. His lips kept pressing against your face, placing small kisses as he said: “Tell me, baby. Tell me so I can ease your mind.”

“It’s just something I heard tonight.” you admitted, as there would be no arguing with him. Your arms circled his neck as you ran your nails behind his shoulders. “One of your crew members was talking about how you brought a girl back to the hotel after the Bangkok concert.”

“What–” Yoongi groaned, as if it was the first time he heard about it. 

“Said she liked the new girl better than me.” you were aware of how small you sounded, realizing you were more upset about this than you previously thought. “Less needy, quieter, doesn’t demand things. All I did was ask her for directions to the bathroom once–”

“Who said those things?” he demanded to know, raising his body on his elbows to properly look at you. 

“Does it matter?” 

“Yes, because if someone on my team has been spilling lies about me behind my back, I’m going to do something about it.” he stated, but it was his next words that sent a thrill through your veins. “No one talks about you like that and gets away with it.”

You could tell Yoongi was getting worked up about this and if the girl really was just talking out of her ass, most likely because she knew you were listening and would be hurt by those words, then Yoongi wouldn’t let it go so easily. But you didn’t want to spend the rest of the night talking about it, or dealing with a stressed Yoongi. 

He had a perfect concert tonight, he deserved to relax. 

In an attempt to soothe him, you cradled his face, running your thumb against his cheekbone, giving his lips small kisses. 

“I didn’t mean to stress you out about this right now.” you told him between pecks. 

“Have you been thinking about this all night?” his eyes were closed, but the lines between his brows were evident. “Thinking I was with someone else like this?”

“Not all night… Only when you weren’t around.” 

“I promise you there were no other girls. For ages now.” his eyes opened to make sure you were listening. There was no way he didn’t hear your hear beating like crazy when he said: “There’s only been you.”

“Did you miss the memo?” you teased, explaining when he frowned: “You’re a rock star on the road, you were supposed to have a different partner every night.” 

“I could have, but no one would ever compare to you.” the movement of Yoongi’s hips, pressing his hard length up and down your folds, was followed by his groan and your moan. “Why waste my time when I got you?”

“Yoongi…” you mewled, squirming underneath him as his cock hit your clit over and over and over again. “If you keep saying shit like that, I’m gonna fall for you.”

“Took you long enough.” Yoongi cried out in pleasure as he kept rolling your hips against yours, hiding his face where your neck and shoulder met, but you could still feel his smile. 

“What–”

“We can talk about this later, but you feel too good right now.” he mumbled a complaint and as much as you wanted to make him say what the fuck he meant just then, you could agree. “I don’t mean to break the moment but–”

“No, yeah, I… Fuck, please.” you spread your legs wider, angling your hips to invite him. “I need you, yeah?”

“Like this?” Yoongi’s body lifted a little so you could both look between your bodies, where his cock was leaking and making an even bigger mess of you. “If you’re not okay with it, I can go get–”

“You’re not going anywhere.” you told him so when grabbing the chain around his neck to pull him back. 

Yoongi barely toppled on top of you again, arms around you as you attacked his lips, needy for a kiss. You took it upon yourself to bring your hand between your bodies, finding his cock so you could stroke him, gently squeeze around his head, tug him a few more times before lining him up with your entrance. 

With a tiny squeeze around his base, you let him know it was okay to move, breathing in a sharp gasp as he moved his hips to press them forward and slip his tip inside your wet, clenching hole. You let go of him, bringing both hands to hold his neck. Keeping up with the kisses was heard, the two of you becoming a mess of tongues and lips the more he pushed forward. 

You were whimpering the more he pushed his cock into you, walls stretching to accommodate him. With one last swift movement, Yoongi bottomed out, kissing your cervix with how long he was, fucking you so deep you forgot how to–

“Breathe, kitten.” he mumbled against your lips, kissing down your throat and collarbones. “It’s gonna feel good soon. Just breathe for me.” 

You did as he asked, breathing hard through your nose and letting it go from your mouth. It was easy to forget all about the pain as Yoongi kissed his way down your body, as much as his position would allow him, looking at you thought dark lashes as his mouth reached your tits. He kissed all over the soft mounds, leaving a trail of heat until his pout found your nipple. 

His tongue rolled around the bud, making it shiny and wet just before taking it into his mouth to give it long sucks that made your back arch. The new movement cause his cock to stir and nudge that sweet spot within your walls and the moan he pulled out of you was sweet as honey. 

"Baby, please." one of your hands slipped deeper into his messy hair, the other was holding onto the chain around his neck. 

"Yes, kitten?" Yoongi grinned as he let go of your nipple just to make his way to the opposite one and repeat the same suction movements and teasing with his tongue. 

"Fuck me." you whispered, trying to move your hips underneath him. 

"What was that?" he asked with an arched brow after pinching your nipple between his teeth. "Couldn't hear you properly." 

Yoongi was a little menace when he wanted to be, making you squirm as you tensed your pelvic muscles, clenching around him, repeating yourself: 

"Fuck me, Yoongi." you begged. "Fuck me good so that you're the only man in my mind. Make me cum so hard we'll have to change the sheets before falling asleep, then wake me up so you can fuck me again, over and over, until your neighbors know whose name I'm screaming–" 

"Fucking hell–" 

A full body shiver raked through Yoongi, a deep breath slipping past his lips as he raised himself on his arms. You missed his warmth instantly, but the view of him on top of you, long chain dangling from around his neck, flushed body, hips snug against your middle, was all worth it. 

Especially when his hips pulled back and you both watched as his cock came out of you coated in your arousal. You could feel every bump, ridge and vein, just like he could feel your walls fluttering around him. Despite being careful when pulling out, Yoongi shoved his cock right back in, both of your moans being almost completely drowned out by the squelching of your pussy. 

“Fuck–!” you cried as your body rocked as Yoongi kept that pace going, brutal and skilled. 

“Look at you bouncing on this big cock, hm?” the man had the audacity to tease you, thrusting time and time again to make you squirm and bounce the harder he fucked you. “So fucking tight, too. My pretty little kitten, stuffed full of cock, sounding like a slut.” 

“You greet your fans with that mouth?” was all the comeback you managed to spill, a hand on his chest and the other holding onto his chain for dear life. You could already see red lines around his neck, but he wasn’t complaining. 

“Yeah,” he gloated, obviously happy with himself. “But you’re the only one who gets to know what else I can do with it.” 

You had to laugh, slightly delirious as you thought about his mouth and just how many times he made you cum in record time using only his lips and that sinful mouth. But then again–

“Actually –fucking hell–,” you sighed, the top of your head just shy from banging on his headboard as Yoongi upped his pace. “Pretty sure you were rapping about your tongue skills tonight as well–” 

“Okay,” he continued, obviously amused about how chatty you were being. “How about you being the only one who gets to experience it, hm?” 

"I'm okay with that." you agreed with a quick nod of your head, clenching and twitching underneath him. "Fuck, baby, you're always fucking me so good– Filling me up all the way. I can't–" 

"Yes you can, take it like a good girl." 

Yoongi must be nearing his end as his thrusts became sloppy and a little less consistent but just as good. You could feel him all the way in your guts, stretching you wide, making you want to scream his name. You only realized you were pulling on the chain again when his elbows bent and his nose was nudging yours. You kept him glued to you, swallowing his every moan, feeding him your own.

Your pussy was clenching like crazy, neither of you finding time to properly breathe as you hooked a leg around his waist. Yoongi pushed deeper and rolled his hips over and over again, hitting all of the good spots, hipbone abusing your swollen clit. 

"Gonna cum, Yoongi, oh my god!" you squealed as you writhed underneath him, steel grip on his chain as your nails from the other hand sunk in on his back. 

"Cum for me, kitten, make a mess for me," he growled like a starved beast, hips pistoning into you with the little bit of stamina he still got. "Good girl, just like that–" 

Your legs gave out as you started to tremble, lower stomach tensing until the band broke and your orgasm hit you hard. Your vision went blurry and your ears buzzed as you creamed around Yoongi’s cock, wave after wave rolling off of you as you went just a little more insane. 

Yoongi’s own orgasm was tipped right after yours, a delicious warmth spreading inside you as his thick cum filled you up so much you knew you’d make an even bigger mess. His chest pressed you into the bed, both of you clinging to each other for dear life. 

Your breaths were heavy, bodies sweaty, sheets as ruined as the two of you were. There were tears in your eyes from the mess of emotions you were suddenly hit with, knowing now that the sex was over, Yoongi didn't need to enchant you with sweet words and empty promises. 

"Did I hurt you, baby?" he asked you with worry, noting your red rimmed eyes, kissing the couple pesky tears away. "I'm sorry if I was too rough…"

"You were perfect. You're always perfect." you assured him, pulling him in for another hug, hiding in his chest. "Just fucking me stupid, that's all." 

That seemed to distract him and you felt his body shaking as he laughed. Yoongi didn't let go of you for a very long time, what felt like ages, really. Until you could both breathe again and the haze swirling around your brain dissipated. 

The idol only let go of you when he could feel his cum start to leak out of you, rushing to the bathroom to clean his softening cock. He got back to you with clean cotton shorts and a damp cloth, insisting on being the one to clean up the mess between your legs. 

You were a little wobbly when you used the bathroom after him, needing to pee, avoiding looking at yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands and your face. You looked absolutely wrecked, in the best way possible. 

Your neck was a little purple in spots, both from Yoongi’s kisses and the damned chain. Your hair was a mess that wouldn't be fixed without conditioner or brushing lotion. Your hips had finger marks all over–

"Baby, are you okay in there?" Yoongi asked, already opening the door and making you yelp. 

"Hey! I could be on the toilet!" 

"What if you were?" he scoffed, as if it was no big deal. "I've seen you do worse." 

"Debatable!" you complained in a high pitch. "I can't have one moment to myself?" 

"Nop." Yoongi grinned happily, showing you his gums. He walked to you next to the sink, bringing a clean shirt to put over your head, going as far as pulling your arms through the holes. "You were taking too long and I was missing you." 

If your own blush wasn’t the first to betray you, you could have teased him for his post-sex neediness. 

Yoongi wasn’t looking much better than you, now that the chain had been taken off, his own neck was red and bruised, likely to give his makeup noonas a hard time covering them enough for his concert tomorrow night. There were scratches all over his shoulders and back, hair just as messy as it was at the end of the show. 

He pulled you into his body for one last hug before holding your hand and pulling you out of the bathroom. Yoongi led you out of his room right after, going further down the hall as he dragged you into the guest bedroom, where he had already pulled out the covers of the bed, likely too tired to change his sheets tonight. 

You found a water bottle waiting for you at the side of the bed, happy with the fact he remembered how thirsty you got after sex, chugging it down in almost one chug. Only when you trusted your voice not to waver and you were both lying in bed, with Yoongi pulling you into his arms, you said:

“What about tomorrow?”

“Huh?” he blinked like a confused cat.

“You were going to tell me about the secret plans that involve me and not morning sex.” you reminded him of the subject that was pushed aside when he saw you wearing his chain earlier. 

“I never said no to morning sex.” he pointed out as you laid with your cheek on his chest. His hand was drawing patterns on your arm. 

“Okay, so after the morning sex–”

“Uh. Yeah, there's this new coffee shop that just opened up, and they do american style breakfast.” he started, just a little hesitant. 

“Oh, I love American breakfast!” you chirped, tracing the few lines on his stomach with your fingertips.

His chuckle was cute and endeared. “I know, that's the only reason I said yes to getting out of bed that early when we were in Chicago.” 

“I never woke you up before 11am.” you squinted up at him with a shake of your head. 

“Like I said, early.”

“Okay, well. What about this new place?” you insisted, curiosity getting the best of you. 

“I wanna take you there tomorrow. Check out the place.” he shrugged, but you sat up. 

“Oh, Yoongi…”

“You can say no, if it's weird.” he was nibbling on his bottom lip as he watched you. 

“No, it's not weird, just... it sounds like a hype place, and, well, won’t people see us?” you were worried, despite going out for breakfast with Yoongi sounding like a perfect morning plan. 

Besides the morning sex. 

“Does it bother you?” he frowned, adding: “Being seen with me?”

“Why would it bother me?” you chuckled under your breath, it felt like you were talking about different topics. “I know you like to keep your reputation, so I don't mind–”

“My what?” Yoongi sat up a little higher against the headboard.

“You know… Not being seen with a girl?” you held back the rolling of your eyes. “Isn't that why I can't watch your concerts from the seats?”

“No??” he looked bewildered, as if you were insane.  

“What??” you were the one confused now, a slightly amused laugh sounding incredulous. “You asked me to stay backstage after that Dispatch tweet linked us together…”

“Yeah, because I didn't want it to put you at risk, not because I mind that people saw me with you!” he reached out to smooth your hair, but you doubted that it did anything. 

“Oh.” 

“Is that what you've been thinking all this time?” his head tilted comically and you felt your cheeks burn. 

“Well, yeah?!” 

“Why wouldn't I want to be seen with you, baby?” Yoongi pressed and you opened and closed your lips a few times before deciding on what to say. 

“Because I'm just…” 

“You’re not just a friend.” he stopped you, finally making up his mind. Completely tilting your world upside down as he continued: “And I'm tired of pretending that you are.” 

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