requested by anonymous: Jimin + Neonsigns

Part of the anniversary drabbles!
Author: Admin E
Warning: Smut
Word Count: 1.5k

The brick wall he pushed you against felt cold against your back despite his leather jacket hugging your shoulders loosely. It didn’t bother you though, in fact, it felt nice to get some relief from the burning heat surging through your veins as he dragged his thick, plump lips over your skin. The wall only cooled you off  a tiny bit, not nearly enough to extinguish the fire burning you alive when his fingers around your hips tightened and he rolled his lower body into yours. An involuntary whimper escaped your lips before you knew it, your mind so foggy and clouded it was hard to remind yourself of where you were.

‘Jimin…’, you managed to sigh out, your arms locked around his neck as he still laved yours with his tongue, the wet muscle dancing up and down the sensitive spot beneath your ear. You felt you throat getting dry, making you repeatedly lick your lips to moisten them before you made another attempt at speaking.

‘We shouldn’t be doing this here…’, you gasped when his teeth dug into your flesh, shooting an electric shock straight to your core.

He finally pulled away so you could look at him. You were panting frantically, it took alot of energy to fight the urge to just let him take you right then and there.

He looked incredibly sinful, his lips shining wet from exploring your skin with his tongue, eyes halflidded with lust, the red neon light of the nightclub sign contouring his hair and facial features to make him look like a demon in the night. He smirked as he traced your bottom lip with his thumb.

‘You wanna get out of here then?’, his voice laced with seduction and husky from arousal.

You nodded fiercely, grabbing him by his collar and yanking him back to crash your mouth on his one more time, just to satisfy the need for his addictive lips for a moment. He fished his phone out of his backpocket before gathering the strength to separate his lips from yours.

‘I’m calling a cab. My place or yours?’, he asked while hastily calling the number of the taxi company, clearly growing more impatient with every passing second of not devouring or being devoured.

‘Don’t care, just hurry!’, you whined, shoving down the neck of his tank top to helplessly nibble and suck at his collarbones, earning you a deep groan from him as he anxiously waited for the torturous dial tone to stop and someone to pick up. He sighed in relief when he finally heard a voice on the other side of the line.

You spent the following 10 minutes, what felt like hours, waiting for the cab and trying not to tear eachother’s clothes off until the car stopped in front of the club.

You practically jumped inside, rambling off your address to the driver and getting back to eating eachother’s faces on the backseat, ignoring the judging looks the older driver threw you in the front mirror of the car. Fortunately, your place was fairly close and you arrived at your appartment 15 minutes later.

‘Thank you sir!’, you quickly threw some bills on the front seat while already in the process of climbing out of the back. ‘Keep the change!’

‘But miss, this is 10 bucks too many!’, the driver muttered in confusion.

‘Don’t worry about it!’, you yelled in your haste to leave just before you closed the door and pulled Jimin along towards your front door. You pulled out your keys and struggled to find the right one right away, the excitement making your hands tremble and your fingers clumsy.

He slammed your body against the wood, his hands groping your ass and you were afraid you weren’t even going to make it inside when he started attacking your neck again, clearly his favourite spot to take his frustrations out on.

‘You didn’t have to pay for the cab, you know, i could’ve-‘

‘Park Jimin, shut the fuck up and get inside before i’ll ride you into my front step right now.’, you growled dangerously when the right key finally turned around in the lock and you managed to open your door, accompanied by Jimin’s delighted chuckle.

What happened after that was a blur of stumbling, tugging on clothes, slamming into walls, entwined limbs, colliding teeth, messy kisses and surprised moans until you finally gave up and settled for the carpet on the floor in the living room.

‘Fuck how can anyone be this hot?’, Jimin groaned as he practically ripped your dress, too impatient to deal with the zipper properly, ‘Why is it that i just need to fuck you senseless every time i see you?’

You were too busy desperately working on his belt and unzipping his jeans to answer, this was all taking way too long for your liking. You finally managed to pull his pants down, along with his boxers, revealing his rock hard erection as it slapped against his stomach immediately. It made your mouth water, the heat burning between your legs turning into a bonfire as if someone threw in a bottle of white spirit.  

‘Jimin, fuck me!’, you yowled, your panties soaked and ruined by now. They were already good for the trash before the cab even came, but you honestly couldn’t take it anymore. You dramatically rubbed your thighs together to get some friction while Jimin still struggled to get your dress off.

‘Fuck!’, he muttered in frustration, the tugs on your zipper getting shorter, agressive and full of resentment for the small, metal thing.

You looked longingly at his hot red, hard cock, leaking precum and begging to be touched, so you decided you couldn’t wait anymore.

You lunged forward on your knees, your hands wrapping themselves around his shaft before you took the tip into your mouth. Jimin gasped in surprise, his eyes wide and his hands stilling around your zipper. You gradually took more of him inside your mouth until his tip hit the back of your throat, making his eyes roll back in his head.

‘You’re not helping!’, he moaned half frustrated, half enjoying. He squeezed his eyes shut as your tongue massaged his length, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking hard each time you went up, only to clench your throat around him when you reached down until your lips touched his base.

His hands fell limp against his sides as he gave up trying to unzip the damn dress before they tangled themselves in your hair. He threw his head back in bliss, finally giving in to the amazing pleasure of your lips girdling around his length, the various pressure of your skillful tongue sending him into nirvana.

His lewd noises and adorable whimpers got your arousal trickling down your thighs, your core aching for release as every sound he made shot through your eardrums and straight to the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t help but slide your hand down your panties, helplessly trying to relieve some of the tension building between your thighs.

You rubbed your clit vigorously, a happy moan sending vibrations through his shaft and making him shudder, until he noticed what you were doing.

‘Are you…Touching yourself?’, he rasped, the pupils in his eyes dilating until only a small outer circle of his iris was visible.

‘Mhm.’, you confirmed, mouth stuffed with dick as you were ready to take him all the way down to your throat again if you weren’t suddenly pushed down flat on your back.

‘J-Jimin?‘

‘Shh. Fuck that stupid dress, keep it on.’, he growled lowly while he shoved the fabric up around your waist and literally ripped your already ruined panties apart. ‘This will do just fine.’

He threw your legs over his shoulders, diving head first inbetween them and wasting no time licking up your juices like you were a melting popsickle, the slurping wet noises flushing your cheeks in embarrassment. His tongue darted out to find your small nub, sucking on it, gently nibbling until he had you a moaning mess underneath him, and it’s only been 10 seconds.

‘As much as i love to eat you out, i’m at my limit here.’, he groaned before crawling on top of you, his hand pumping his length a few times before guiding himself inside you.

You both moaned long and relieved, eyes rolling and mouths gaping when he filled you up to the brim.

‘Fuck…’, a shaky sigh rolling out of his mouth as he let himself get sheathed inside your hot, tight heat.

‘-ing finally.’, you added in a matching sigh, your eyes fluttering closed to savor the feeling of just being full.

‘Oh baby, we’ve only just begun.’, he smirked as he punctuated the end of his sentence with the beginning of a series of thrusts, the first roll of his hips into yours making electricity surge through your core. ‘And i’m not gonna let that dress stop me again.’

requested by anonymous: Suga + Fairytale

Part of the anniversary drabbles!
Author: Admin E
Warning: Smut
Word Count: +700

‘Are you almost done?’

‘Just a few more, stop nagging!’

‘You’ve already painted the entire field, can we go now?’

‘I’m almost done!’

Yoongi rolled his eyes in annoyance as he made himself comfortable, leaning his back against your neck and stretching his legs on the curve of your shoulder. His tiny wings fluttered a few times before he folded them on his back again. He was ready to go, but you clearly weren’t. He was getting tired of your impulsive ideas. First it was hanging out with that flying kid Pan Jimin and his own even more obnoxious fairy, Tinkerkook. Then you absolutely wanted to go swimming with the mermaids. Then you suddenly needed to paint all of the white roses you encountered red and he had to tag along all the time.

He didn’t like being in his Fairy form when he was with you, it made him feel small and unmasculine, but it was better than following you around everywhere and having to walk the whole time. He much rather took naps on your shoulder then.  

‘I wanna go home ____-.’

‘Hmm?’, you hummed distracted while focusing on getting the red paint on your brush in every little corner of the white rose, ‘Why?’

‘So i can change back to a human and punish you for dragging me along all day.’

You giggled and ruffled his hair with your pinky. ‘You’re so cute!’

Yoongi’s eyes flew open and he grabbed your pinky, not letting go of it when you tried to pull it back.

‘Yoongi, let me go. I need to finish thi-‘

A blinding light made you squeeze your eyes shut, like you were trying to look at the sun directly. Yoongi’s small figure lit up like a fireball and grew in size rapidly. Sprinkles of Fairy Dust flew everywhere, causing the field of roses to shimmer like a diamond. The beauty of it was dazzling you. And then you suddenly felt a weight on top of you as the light weakened again.

Yoongi had you pinned down to the ground, your arms above your head and his stunningly gorgeous face hovering only mere inches above yours.

‘Yoongi I-‘

‘Listen brat, you’ve had your playtime for today. It’s my turn.’, he growled before crashing his lips on yours, his hands pushing your arms upwards to stretch them even more above your head, pushing your legs open with his knee to position himself between them. You felt something hard poking against the inside of your thigh as he kept you in place. You whimpered against his soft lips when he pried your lips apart with his tongue, sliding into your mouth to start massaging yours. He moaned softly when he felt your wet muscle curling around his and you relaxed visibly, letting him take you over completely.

He stopped kissing you for a moment so you could catch your breaths again. He released one of your wrists to cradle your face gently, though his eyes were those of a hungry predator.

‘You know how frustrating it is to not get any attention? I’ve been wanting to fuck you all day but you just had to prance around everywhere doing all sorts of boring stuff. And it  certainly didn’t help sitting on your shoulder and getting the full view of your delicious, full breasts, seeing them bounce up and down when you walk, fuck…’, he groaned as he latched his lips onto the nape of your neck, where he was sleeping just a few minutes ago.

‘Yoongi…’, you whimpered when he started sucking into your skin, the electric sensations shooting through your body as he nibbled on your neck and grinded himself against your clothed clit, ‘Why didn’t you just tell me? Instead of sulking all the time-‘

‘Don’t talk back to me, you little brat.’, he growled as he bit down on your flesh, making you squeak in surprise. ‘I may be your fairy but don’t think for a second you can say and do whatever you want with me. You’re mine, not the other way around.’

His hand traveled southwards, his fingers crawling into your panties and softly stroking your sensitive little nub, wiping your mind clean of any thoughts.

‘I’ll show you who belongs to who right now.’, he whispered as he connected his lips with yours again.

when night falls | 20210607

apparently I have an unofficial zombie au living purely in drabbles lol

OT7 plus you worry about what to do next. Jungkook reveals what’s on his mind. When night falls, the dead thrive and the living reflect.

warnings: language, violence (zombie blood, dead bodies, mentions of zombie eating flesh and humans turning), angst (at the undead situation), fluff / comfort, continuation of thisandthis

pairing(s):yoongi x reader

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“If we carry the cans, it’ll slow us down but, if we don’t, we might run out of food. There might be a trolley or cart somewhere around here…”

“A shopping cart? Like homeless people?” Kim Seokjin sounded mildly offended.

You shrugged. “I mean, we are homeless. For the time being.”

Silence.

Seven sullen faces looking down.

Outside, night had fallen.

Around them was blood, but no bodies. The others tried to clean the blood, but you told them it was better to leave it.

“Why?”

“Harder for them to smell the fresh meat.”

“W… What?”

“Us.”

You weren’t sure if that’s how these zombies worked but cleaning up the blood was fruitless anyway. It would only soil cloth and every resource was precious in times like this. You all had dragged the second-time dead outside, far away from the hanger door of the main warehouse, towards the next warehouse over. Best you could do with the time restraints before it was fully night. Hopefully, there would be no undead visitors before dawn. If there were, they would be attracted to the readily available dead meat.

Eat that first.

Zombies don’t discriminate.

The thought made your stomach churn uncomfortably.

You coughed, trying to clear the deflated air. “We can try and search tomorrow. Then we’ll move on the next day, try to find a new location. We can’t be sitting ducks.”

A small, tentative hand rose. “Shouldn’t we stay in one spot? The police will come eventually, right?” Park Jimin asked.

You scratched your head. “It will most likely be military and they will probably shoot anything that moves. They’re trying to contain the horde. They’re not gonna wait to see if we’re coherent.”

“You don’t know that,” Kim Namjoon insisted. “They might.”

“They’re scared,” you said softly. “Maybe you can trust the men in charge, but the soldiers? They’re just like you and me. They don’t understand what’s going on. If we run into military patrolling and one of them freaks out and shoots one of you dead, I’ll never forgive myself.”

Namjoon sighed. Heavy, weighted.

“Yeah. You’re right.”

Jeon Jungkook, the youngest, frowned. “Then we have to avoid them. Can’t trust them.”

You didn’t know these guys. Not really. But you weren’t going to let them die in your watch either. Not because you were noble. Mostly because you had witnessed enough death of the undead already.

You really did not want to see the death of the living.

“Maybe the government has set up safe houses for survivors. We should look for one of those.”

You were surprised that it was Jung Hoseok who said what you were thinking. He gave everyone a small, heart-shaped smile as they looked at him. He shrugged.

“I saw it in a movie.”

“All of our knowledge is from fucking movies and video games,” Min Yoongi muttered behind you, sighing. He rubbed his temple. “We’re so fucking dead.”

“No.”

Kim Taehyung, who has been silent for most of the discussion, shook his head, dark brown waves of thick hair floating with his movement.

“Not yet, so we’re not gonna act like it.”

You nodded.

“Okay, first watch, two people. Everyone else sleeps. Then we switch after a couple hours.”

-

“I can’t sleep.”

“Yes, you can. I can help.”

Min Yoongi held up his fist.

The youngest scooted away from him and sat down next to you on your other side. He pulled up the black bandana over his nose and you heard him wince.

“It stinks.”

“Stinks more out here than in the office.”

The rest of the group were sleeping in the administrative office of the factory. Yoongi and you were sitting outside the hall of the offices, facing the open warehouse of abandoned assembly lines, watching the large, open hanger door. There was no electricity. Maybe you could try to manually close it, but then that would block a potential escape route.

And you all needed every escape route you could get.

Moonlight filtered though, lighting Yoongi’s pale skin and Jeon Jungkook’s bright brown eyes.

“You should try to rest, Jungkook,” you whispered gently. “You might be the only coordinated person here,” you added with a small chuckle.

Jungkook shook his head, long black fluffy hair drifting about. “You’re here now, noona. You’re pretty good.”

“Pfft, I’m about as strong as a wet noodle.”

“The zombies are like soggy noodles left too long in soup. You’re more al dente.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. You could tell by Jungkook’s sparkling brown eyes and shaking shoulders that he was trying to contain his laugh.

“Yoongi, gimme your fist.”

“Got you.”

Jungkook put up his hands, calling for peace.

“I just wanted to talk a little. Then I’ll sleep. Promise.”

Both you and Yoongi cocked an eyebrow in disbelieving unison. Jungkook lowered his bandana to show off his pout. The little mole under his lip was barely visible. He pulled it back up when Yoongi sighed in defeat, settling back down.

“I wanted to ask… how you guys met.”

“Tinder.”

“Amanda.”

“I stole his coffee order and he chased me for three blocks.”

“I was her cat and then I turned into a man by voodoo witch magic and then we had sex while she contemplated whether or not she was a furry.”

You jerked your head to Yoongi’s weirdly specific joke and weren’t quite sure if he was on crack cocaine or had a really imaginative mind. He stared back with a deadpan look.

Jungkook blinked at your obviously (right?) fake explanations.

“What?”

You coughed up the truth. “Kim Seokjin. He’s friends with my friends and my friends set me up on a date and Seokjin pretended he needed Yoongi to help him with something, but dumped him at the restaurant and bounced. So, we ate dinner.”

“Then we went back to her place and had sex.”

You gawked at Yoongi.

He didn’t blink.

“For something around three days. My phone died. Forgot to charge it. Didn’t realize what was going on until the power flickered at her place and we turned on the TV and saw this mess.”

Yoongi gestured to the blood around them.

Jungkook’s eyes were huge like dinner plates.

He was still trying to process that you two had sex for three days. Maybe he thought it was continuous or something. It wasn’t. You two took lots of naps, but Jungkook didn’t know that. You almost added that caveat, but decided against it. Whatever. Let him think Yoongi was a sex god.

He kind of was.

You smirked slightly, but quickly composed yourself.

Jungkook seemed confused, impressed, and slightly jealous.

Yoongi continued, pretending not to notice Jungkook’s expression. “Anyway, yeah, that’s why I arrived late. I was busy doing important things.”

“Person, rather.”

Yoongi nodded sagely at your addition.

“Yup. Taehyung’s map was also shit.”

“Could have used more words and descriptions.”

“We had to make it quickly,” Jungkook piped up. “There were a bunch of zombies and hysterical people. Everyone was screaming. Namjoon-hyung and Hoseokie-hyung were trying to direct them to safety but…”

You saw a darkness fall over his face.

Sadness.

“I… watched them turn. In front of me.”

Jungkook scooted closer to you even though you were a literal stranger and not his hyung. Like he needed a human presence, easily trusting you, because how could he not? Who else was there to trust?

Everyone else around you was dead or worse.

“I had to kill them,” Jungkook whispered, his previous cheerful silvery tone trembling, muffled by the bandana. He placed his head against your shoulder. He was bigger, stronger, more muscular than you, but he seemed small now.

A little hollow.

“Minutes before they were living, breathing human beings…” he mumbled. “And then they weren’t.”

Fucking shit.

Yoongi sighed beside you, moving closer to you and Jungkook.

“Until then, I thought it was kind of like a game… like they weren’t real people, you know?” His voice was becoming smaller and smaller. Guilt. Despair. “But they were. I saw them.”

The youngest lowered his eyes by your neck and buried his face in the crook of your shoulder.

“I killed as many as I could until I couldn’t take it anymore and begged the hyungs to leave.”

You felt small drops of wetness on your skin.

“I’m not strong, hyung… noona… but you all say I am, so I keep trying…”

I can’t sleep.

These were kinds of things he couldn’t tell his closest friends, not directly. Friends relying on him to fight, to be their light, to be their youth to keep them going and remind them to fight for his tomorrow. But in you, the safety of a stranger, the safety was someone not quite yet aware of their reliance on his strength…

I can’t sleep.

Yoongi wasn’t there. He didn’t know.

There was safety in that too, his close friend who didn’t know. Yoongi hadn’t started leaning on him yet. He had been relying on you. You and your crazy ideas and your video game references mid-fight to distract his head and your head from reality.

I can’t sleep.

You placed a hand on his hair and felt Yoongi shift and put one of his hands on Jungkook’s head too. You patted the soft black hair, rubbing soothing circles into his scalp. Yoongi spoke quietly, stroking the younger man’s head.

“Hyung and noona are here now. We are strong together.”

Yoongi and you let him lean against you.

Jungkook cried.

-

cont.
2021.06.08 — nuts

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drabbles masterpost|masterpost

Each member has their own individual scenario.

summary: You get drunk, have sex with you crush, and wake up in his bed. Whoops.

warnings: idol!BTS; fluff fluff fluff; 18+ for language, mentions of (drunk) sex

note:Main character is female. I use ‘she’ instead of ‘you’ because I’m more comfortable writing the omnipresent POV. You are welcome to think of ‘she’ as yourself or an OC. The pair is alone except for Jin’s scenario because I had the idea and it was so funny that I couldn’t help it lol

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kim namjoon.

He smiled down at her sleeping form. She was really cute. Her hands were loosely closed into fists close to her face, her mouth slightly open ad she slept. He had been awake for a while now, just looking over her. He didn’t want to wake her. Her lashes fluttered as she closed her mouth and whimpered softly, eyes opening slowly.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

Her hands relaxed and she rubbed her eyes. “Namjoon? What are you doing here?”

He reached out and stroked her head. “What do you mean? You’re in my bed.”

Her eyes snapped open and she stared at him, jaw slack. He frowned a bit, tilting his head.

“What’s wrong?”

Her cheeks colored. “We… did it, didn’t we?” She bit her lip. “It wasn’t a dream?”

He shook his head. “No. At least… I don’t want it to be a dream,” he added uneasily.

Her eyes found his. She looked shy and her cheeks were flushed pink.

“Me neither.”

He smiled coyly, scooting closer to her. “Did you have a good time?”

She placed her hands over her mouth and nodded. “Yeah.” It was as if she was trying to hide her blushing cheeks, but she was failing. He noticed she was looking at him with concerned eyes. “Are you going to be in trouble because of me?”

“I’m more worried about you than me.”

She shook her head, smiling.

“Clearly I don’t mind otherwise I wouldn’t have done it.”

He leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers. He kissed her nose.

“I’m glad we think the same.”

-

 kim seokjin.

He breathed deeply as he woke up. He opened his eyes slowly, enjoying the sensation of waking up. He stretched his arms, under the covers, feeling the crispness of his sheets. And then he hit something solid. Something that felt like skin.

His eyes snapped open and he tore the covers off his bed, only to find–

A woman. A naked woman.

He screamed.

He hadn’t meant to scream. It was just a gut reaction. The woman’s eyes shot open and she also cried out, grabbing the covers and pulling them over her head. Understandably, she was frightened. He recognized her, but her appearance in his bed had shocked him so much that he didn’t know what else to do but scream.

“What the fuck?”

He looked up and his roommate’s head popped up out of the covers, hair messy and looking like a grumpy cat that had been disturbed from a nap. Yoongi’s eyes were barely open, and he blinked several times, glaring at him.

He yelled again, in sheer shock that he had a naked woman in his bed and his roommate had been sleeping onlyseveral feet away from them.

Yoongi threw a pillow at him and turned over again. “Please shut up. What is wrong with you?”

The pillow bounced off him and hit the lump next to him. She squeaked under the covers at the sudden thump. Yoongi made a disgruntled noise and looked up.

“What was that?”

He could only gape open-mouthed at the younger man. Yoongi sat up in his bed and stared at him, eyes finally mostly open. He stared at Seokjin and then looked down at the bed. The covers shifted and her head slowly poked out of the covers. She saw Yoongi and hid the lower half of her face.

“… H-hello Yoongi.”

Yoongi looked from him to her, and then back to him. If he was surprised, he didn’t show it. But then again Yoongi was very good at hiding his emotions. Yoongi yawned and climbed out of bed, his loose gray pajamas rumpled from sleep. He walked up to the bed and placed his hand on her head, fluffing her messy hair.

“Hey.” He smiled down at her. “I’m going to leave, so don’t be too embarrassed, okay?” He looked up at him and gave him a pointed scowl. “Talk things out.” He patted her head one last time and then turned around and walked out of the room, locking and closing the door behind him.

She peeked up at him from over the covers. He felt his face redden, the memories of last night coming back to him. Her big round eyes looked shiny with tears. He pushed his own embarrassment to the side and scooted closer to her.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to shout like that. I…”

She cut in quickly. “It’s okay.”

He reached out and smoothed her hair. “It’s not okay. I didn’t mean to scare you.” His hand traveled down her cheek and he stroked the softness, smiling. “Don’t cry. I can’t bear to see you cry.”

She lowered the covers slightly and smiled back at him. “I won’t cry.”

He lay back down and pulled the covers over him as well, grinning. “Let’s wake up again. It’ll be like nothing ever happened.”

She giggled, biting her lip. “You’re so silly.”

-

min yoongi.

She woke up, half dazed, head swimming. A soft groan left her lips as she turned over, bumping onto something. She frowned and opened her eyes, squinting at the sudden burst of light. Then her eyes snapped open as soon as she realized a messy-haired man was lying right next to her. Not just any man.

Min Yoongi.

He mumbled in his sleep and opened his eyes, barely a crack. He looked a bit disoriented and sleepy, blinking a few times. Then she felt his hands loop around her naked waist and he pulled her to him. Oh no. She was naked. Skin touched skin. He was naked.

Alarm bells rang in her head and the memories struggled to drift back to her. He made a soft noise and nuzzled her neck. She had been drinking. He had been drinking. Their clothes were probably on the floor. She couldn’t see where they were. She could feel his lips against her neck when he spoke.

“Morning.”

She looked around them. They were alone.

“What… happened last night?”

He closed his eyes again and spoke without looking at her.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

She didn’t say anything for a long time. His eyes opened again, only halfway.

“Are you dissatisfied?”

“No!” She responded too quickly. She looked away, hiding her face. “No… not at all.”

He looked at her for a moment, amused, before closing his eyes again and kissing her neck.

“Good.”

-

jung hoseok.

She woke slowly, groggily. Her hand was touching something soft and furry. It felt like her cat so she petted it without opening her eyes. There was a noise next to her. It didn’t sound like her cat. Come to think of it, she hadn’t gone home last night. She struggled to remember what she had done last night. She had been hanging out with Hoseok, he had been drinking, so she dropped him off at the house. And then – oh shit.

Her eyes snapped open and the soft furry thing she was touching was not her cat. It was his hair. And the covers were halfway off their bodies. Their naked bodies. Her eyes widened and she reached down to tug the covers up over them. No one else was in the room, but she was still freaked out. Had anyone seen them? Was anyone around? Questions swam in her head.

He made a disgruntled noise and grabbed her hand, placing it back on his head. He snuggled closer. Upon seeing him, her worries died down. Even by just looking at his face, she began to smile. He tugged on her hand again.

“Don’t stop,” he mumbled, leaning his head against her shoulder.

Her arm was curved in a weird position around his head so she readjusted before running her fingers through his hair again. He had lovely hair. She couldn’t help but smile. He practically purred in satisfaction.

“Feels nice,” he murmured.

“Yeah?”

His eyes opened slightly and he smiled at her.

“I never thought I would wake up with you next to me.”

-

park jimin.

He woke up first, quietly. He scooted closer to her and lifted her head so it lay against his chest. He held her loosely. Seeing her face so calm and peaceful was all he wanted. He brushed her hair out of her face, stroking her cheek. He loved every detail of her face. Soft, luscious skin. Fluttering lashes. Plush lips. Simply beautiful.

He smiled.

Her brows furrowed and she mumbled, shifting in his arms. Her hand came up and she placed it on her forehead, wincing.

“Mmm, Jimin? My head hurts.”

Her little pout was irresistible. He petted her hair.

“I’m sorry, lovely. Can I do something to make you feel better?”

She curled up around his naked body. Her hand fell from her forehead and she intertwined her fingers with his. She had perfect hands, hands that he loved to hold.

“Do we have to get up?” she mumbled.

“No, not anytime soon.” He squeezed her hand and she squeezed back. Her warm breath felt nice against his chest. Her cheeks were flushed. It made his heart flutter. It was just – just indescribable, the way he felt.

“Are you happy?” she asked, quietly.

He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “Very.” He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly, nuzzling his face into her sweet-smelling hair. He felt her smile against his chest.

“You’re so cute, Jimin.”

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kim taehyung.

When she woke up, she hurt all over. Her head hurt. Her lower back hurt. Her legs hurt. She frowned and rubbed her eyes, yawning. She couldn’t remember what happened. Her mind felt hazy. She winced as she realized her inner thighs hurt. The memories tumbled back unexpectedly and she groaned, realizing why she hurt all over. Her cheeks flared red and she smacked them with her hands, hoping that when she opened her eyes that it was just a dream. If it was a dream then she would have no reason to be embarrassed. But, of course, it wasn’t, because she knew she was naked. That was a bad sign. The next bad sign was that there was weight on her stomach.

She cracked one eye open. An arm was wrapped around her.

Aw, fuck.

She turned her head to the side and there he was. His straight hair was covering his face but it was unmistakably Taehyung. His face was peaceful and asleep, his breathing deep. She closed her eyes again and sighed. She didn’t want to get him in trouble. It was probably best to leave as soon as possible, before anyone else noticed them together. The thought made her heart drop, but it was probably for the best.

She slid out from under his arm and sat up. She took one last look at his sleeping face, his delicate features mixed with his strong jawline. She didn’t really want to leave. She turned back around and looked around the room. Her clothes were scattered around the room. Her brows furrowed. With another soft sigh, she began to stand to collect them.

She felt a hand clasping her wrist tightly, pulling her back. She turned around and those sweet, brown doe-like eyes looked back at her.

“Please don’t go.”

He tugged harder and she sat back down on the bed. He scooted over to her and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her shoulder.

“Stay.”

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jeon jungkook.

She just stared at the ceiling. All choices had consequences. Her head hurt a bit, but she would get over it. She looked to the side and there Jungkook was, sleeping in a slightly crooked position, hair askew. She turned her head to stare back at the ceiling. She didn’t know what to do now. Part of her thought she should leave and maybe act like nothing happened. But most of her didn’t want to move and that was the problem. She bit her lip. Surely someone saw them. The question was whether or not that person or those people could keep their mouths shut.

He stirred beside her. His eyes opened slowly. He stared at her for about thirty seconds before his eyes widened, suddenly realizing what was happening.

She didn’t have to look at him to know his eyes were looking every which way, trying to piece together the situation even though it was a very obvious situation.

“I… we…”

“Yeah.”

She turned to look at him and he was sitting up, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. She raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“Do you want me to leave?” she asked, despite knowing she definitely did not want to leave.

He shook his head. “No, it’s just…” He looked sheepish. “I kind of thought it was a dream. Too good to be true, you know.”

She felt her face become hot. She turned away, staring back at the ceiling. “Er… sorry?”

“No, that’s not…” He trailed off. She felt the bed move as he shifted positions and then his head was right above her. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her forehead. He still looked shy, but he spoke with more confidence now.

“I’m glad you’re here.”

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drabbles masterpost| masterpost

Pineapples

I don’t know what this is honestly… @stealth-liberal and I were having a conversation about the fact that pineapples don’t actually make anything sweeter and now I’ve written this.

Maknae line x reader - Jungkook centric

Warnings: Male!Oral

It was quiet in the dorm…. Too quiet.

The elder members had all left for the day on a variety of different projects, leaving you and the maknae line behind. All morning you’d done nothing but laze around on Hobi’s bed where he’d left you, more than a little sore after last night. You were just thinking about taking another nap when you heard them. Giggling… or more gurgling? You almost didn’t investigate. Nothing good ever comes from their giggles, especially when the hyungs aren’t around.

Curiosity got the better of you though. You hauled yourself out of the comfortable nest you’d made in Hoseok’s bed and cracked the door a little to see if you were going to be caught in a crossfire. Finding no projectiles, you forged onward. No boys to be found in the living room, and the laughter definitely hadn’t been coming from their rooms. The only place left was the kitchen

Just as you’re about to open the door you hear Jimin talking.

“I think we can fit more in those bunny cheeks of his Tae… don’t you?”

“I don’t know Chim, he looks a little… full.” You open the door tentatively, not sure you wanted to know how they’d decided to torture your baby today. The sight that greets you is not one you expect. You weren’t really sure what you expected but not this. Three pairs of wide eyes turn to face you, Jimin and Taehyung stepping in front of Jungkook to try to hide their latest experiment. They seemed to have forgotten he was taller than them.

“Why have you stuffed him full of pineapple?” It looked like they’d been trying the chubby bunny challenge, subbing the marshmallows with tropical fruit. You cross your arms, trying to look at least a little bit intimidating. None of them tried to answer you. Jungkook’s face was turning red from the strain they’d put on his cheeks. “Kookie spit that out.” His eyes widen impossibly wider as he shakes his head no.

“Good boy.” Jimin praises him.

“Seriously tell me what you’re doing, or I will call Joon” you threaten.

“Yeah? What do you think he is going to do about it?” Jimin challenges.

“Fine… I’ll call Yoongi.”

“We just wanted to know if it was true.” Tae finally answers you. You throw him a quizzical look, not quite catching his train of thought. “You know, the pineapple and cum thing?” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly unable to meet your gaze for a moment. You can’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

“And to do that, you decided that the best course of action was to stuff Jungkook’s mouth full?” You ask reaching forward and pushing his cheeks together just a little. A dribble of pineapple juice trails from the corner of his lips and you can’t resit the urge to scoop it onto your finger and taste it. “Don’t you think it would work better if he’d just eaten the fruit?”

“Well that’s part of the experiment. He eats it like that, Tae eats it normally, and I drink a load of juice.”

“Right of course, logical.” You shake your head. “And how are you going to test this theory?”

“We are going to blow one another.” Taehyung states, like it’s obvious.

“But won’t you all taste of pineapple? And how would you know who tasted the most pineappley?” They all deflate a little when you point out the flaw in their master plan. “Perhaps you just need an impartial judge?” You don’t give them time to process what you’re saying. Instead dropping to your knees and pulling the waistband of Jungkook’s sweats with you.

You fist the base of his cock, pumping carefully before leaning in to lick along his slit. He moans a little before choking on the pineapple still in his mouth. Jimin graciously pulls a plate off the counter for him to spit the half-chewed fruit on to, but his eyes don’t leave you. All three of them just staring at you. Once he is fruit free, you take him fully into your mouth. A string of curses leaves his lips as you reach the base, swallowing a few times before pulling back.

One hand reaches towards his balls, fondling them gently as your mouth slips back down his length. You gag a little as his hips jolt forward to meet you, and apparently that’s all it takes. Jungkook cums in you mouth, you draw back to make sure some of it gets on you tongue, displaying it for them before gulping it down and standing back up.

He reaches for your hair, but the others stop him. They hold his hands to his side, preventing him from obscuring their view. You look up and watch him squirm in their hold, desperate to take a little control, make you go deeper. You giggle around his cock, the vibrations making him whine and tense. It never takes long to get Jungkook riled up, not like this.

“Hum…. Doesn’t taste any different to me” you say, swiping your fingers at the corners of your mouth before sucking them clean. Each of their eyes followed the movement. “Maybe we will have to try when it’s been in your system a little longer. You give them each one last look over, chuckling at the obvious bulges straining against Jimin and Tae’s pants, before sauntering back off in the direction of Hobi’s room.

It takes each of them a moment to unfreeze.

“Y/N WAIT!” You hear, followed by three sets of feet thundering to reach you first.

Masterlist

introducing my next series surrounding the bangtan boys and the various kinds of love that exist in the world. for an emotion so complex, it’s only right to explore it as much as you can and give your own meaning to it. i hope to find my meaning for love through writing these and express them through colours i know, i hope you do too <3 

p.s. all the stories can be read individually and do not have a specified date of publishing, below are linked my main masterlist and very first universe, happy reading :D

masterlist      fools universe

two feet tied - p.jm.

summary: when jimin got the role of black swan in the biggest act of the industry, he didn’t expect himself to embrace a similar kind of obsession and actually turn into one at the end of it.

tears i cry - k.sj. (coming soon!)

summary:

on this day - k.nj. (coming soon!)

summary:

ashes we leave behind - j.jk. (coming soon!)

summary:

maybe we’ll bloom today - m.yg. (coming soon!)

summary:

is it that hard? - j.hs. (coming soon!)

summary:

what i see, what you see - k.th. (coming soon!)

summary:

all of this is fiction and i am not trying to portray how bangtan are in real life, these are my characters with their names and faces but there is no relation to how they actually are.

How about a J-Hope angsty fluff drabble. That’ll be fun. Because I love death and dying. RIP me

*admin Sinnabun*

BTS as relationship sex

RATING 18+. mature
WC1k
SUMMARY exploring sex with each of the members while being in a committed relationship.

JIN
You’ve never wanted someone to be possessive of you, but for some reason you want him to mark you up and make you his. Leading up there’s a perfect balance of pouty and lovey Jin, his fingers skating up your sides, teasing touches, half-assed jokes.

And then something switches. Something in his gaze changes and you end up fucking in the kitchen whle dinner burns, his hand pressing down on your neck to hold you down as he thrusts into you. Think: dirty and domestic. And you better believe he’s into sensation play. 

YOONGI
There’s a strange contradiction to this man. There’s a rush, an urgency to wanting him where you’ll let him have you wherever, whenever. But then once you begin, he takes his time. He’s there for a good time and a long time. Sometimes he lets his mouth run, spilling the dirtiest obscenities. And sometimes he’s quiet, fucking you in the bathroom at the party, hushing you when you whine, biting down on his lower lip. He prefers to fuck at home though, where he’s not rushed, but still will take you in a broom closet if he wants to. 

NAMJOON 
Half of the game is the foreplay. Days of foreplay. He buys you a dress with your exact measurements, and surprises you by renting out the entire gallery at your favorite museum. He’ll talk sweetly in your ear, hands roving over your body, murmuring about the artist, the technique, the impact. You’re half-blind to it all, and he loves seeing you swoon for him. He loves what he can do to you. It’s a little bit of a game for him, seeing how far he can push you before you break with need. And then in the car ride home, he’ll roll up the partition and fuck you, telling you over and over again, you’re mine, you’re mine. 

HOSEOK 
He surprises you when you learn about his jealous streak. He doesn’t like to let it show, but you know it’s there, swimming beneath the surface. And rather than asking him to push it down, you turn it into a game. The two of you are partners in crime, in business, in life, and one day when you’re out working together you meet his eye. Your hand falls on the arm of the photographer running the shoot for the day. You laugh a little too loud. Pay him too many compliments. This is exactly what you and Hoseok talked about, and you know his eyes are glued to you. It doesn’t take long for Hoseok to snap. Excuse me, Hoseok will say, butting in gracefully in the middle of the conversation, his hand tightening around yours. He leads you to his dressing room where he fucks you and makes you look in the mirror as he does. He wants you to see where your bodies meet, where your bodies are joined. When he kisses along your neck, he won’t leave a hickey, because he doesn’t have to. The whole world already knows that you’re his. He’s into showing off the most wild positions during sex, and would definitely fuck you on a balcony. 

JIMIN
The man is obsessed with pleasure. His pleasure. Your pleasure. He wants to lay back and feel it all. He’s also determined to be the one who will make you feel better than anyone else in your whole life. He wants to talk about sex until it’s not talking anymore, he wants to be the perfect boyfriend. But there’s a dark side to him too. In his search for pleasure, he’ll run alongside his own and your own boundaries, teasing the line with a graceful toe. You never know what to expect from him, other than he’s aiming for multiple orgasms. He will probably tell you he loves you for the first time while fucking into you, even though he had the statement planned out for weeks with flowers and champagne. It’s an accident, but he doesn’t regret it, because you’re whining out his name soon after and saying it back. 

TAEHYUNG
Brush your fingers through his hair. He loves when you take your time with him, when you lavish him in delicate attention, treating his body with the same love that you treat him with. He likes to tell you what to do, loves the creativity with which you play around his rules and expectations. Like that one time he directed you to undress, and you took ten minutes to do so. He’s delighted by your loopholes, he loves your brain, and even more than that, he loves pushing you over the brink as he fucks into you hard, and you pant out, I love you, I love you, I love you. 

JUNGKOOK
Pain and release, in his mind, are inherently intertwined. He wants to push the boundaries of what you expect from him, going above and beyond in and out of the bedroom. He’s used to being the best, and it’s no different with you. “Accidentally fucking” is the norm with the two of you. Leaving parties early to fuck. Grinding against you in the club like he’s making love, the only thing in the way those pesky clothes. But he also likes to plan his accidents. Likes to play a part. Like that one time you started watching a movie and his cock “accidentally” slipped inside you. You had planned that, sure, but you hadn’t planned to come on his cock three times that night, as he grinned and pleaded, Come for me, just one more time, please.

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Pairing: ot7 x gn!reader (a drabble for each member)

Word Count: 3430

Warnings: no warnings needed! this is basically just feel good u.u

Rating: pg

Genre: fluff fluff fluff

Summary: a small collection of moments in the domestic bliss you and him held.

AN:dropping this here for no reason other than to say yes I am alive strong power thank you

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playfights are something that you always have to be on watch for withseokjin, with how mischievous he is. and at this moment, washing your dog, you are ever more on guard. or maybe not, because while you continue on lathering your dog’s dirty fur, you suddenly feel a blob of something wet on your head. your hair, to be specific. you can feel the soap slide down like a boat would fall down a waterfall, you flash a glare at seokjin, who’s suddenly looking all too nervous, eyes blinking fast, but the smile on his lips giving him away as the guilty apprehender. ‘it was the dog!’ he cries out, and you almost lunge at him- while he jumps away from you. 

'seokjin! get back here!’

'i’m innocent!' 

'no you’re not, that was the worst excuse i’ve ever heard!' 

you both end up running around the garden, soap trailing behind your figures and bubbles behind you, laughter ringing out in the air as you try, again and again, to catch him. it’s almost infuriating how your lover uses his longer legs to keep a healthy distance between the two of you. when you finally corner him, you’re both out of breath, and the water has made your clothes cling on too tight to your bodies, but you haven’t grinned or smiled or laughed as hard in a while, and the mirroring look on your lover’s face makes you think it’s worth it.

'it was an accident,’ he insists. 'the dog threw it, not me.’

you can’t even refute the ridiculousness of that statement. oh wait. you can. 'jin, the dog doesn’t even know how to throw the soap! and definitely not on my hair!’

a look of pure incredulity shows on his face, pout appearing and eyes blinking fast as if it will help give him credibility, the dork. 'well, that’s what it wants you to think.’ he concurs with a mockingly offended, quite overly dramatic tone, complete with a vivid shaking of the head. 'but i saw differently!’

'don’t you believe your husband?’

you burst out laughing, all over again, for some reason you can’t even explain, your heart sosososo full of love. 'god, why am i even in love with you?’

(the two of you do clean up the garden afterwards though, the plants and furniture drowned while you weren’t looking- not to mention you have to give the dog a bath all over again, as it rolled around in the dirt while the two of you were busy playing tag. 

seokjin, for his part, is completely unrepentant. you should be stricter, but…

well. at least he made you cookies afterwards.)

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it’s an hour after three when yoongi comes home, tired, drowsy figure almost collapsing on the sofa as he yawns. he almost falls asleep when you flick the lights back on, watching with no small amount of glee and (some) frustration as the man startles, almost falling off said furniture.

'you really have got to stop staying up until it’s almost daytime,’ you chide him, walking over to tug him up and off of the sofa, sighing as you card fingers through his matted locks. he looks up at you with the poutiest expression ever, and you steel yourself to not give in with the sheer amount of cute that has congregated to make the person named min yoongi in your arms. instead you amble with him up the stairs, the two of you making for a pair of sleepy, exhausted lovebirds. you’ll have to put in first floor  bedrooms when you look for a house together, this happens one too many times already.

when you reach your shared bedroom, you push him into the shower, the water already heated up, while you take out a pair of pajamas.

drying his hair, when the both of you are prone to nodding off, is a herculean chore. still, it’s not as if you’re okay with wet hair on your pillow, and you know that’s an easy way to get sick the next day for him. 'you were in your studio again, weren’t you?’ you grumble, although you’re pretty sure he’s fallen asleep already and you’re talking to no one. yoongi, for all that he is there to take care of others, is surprisingly receptive to affection when left without a choice. 'i had to,’ he surprisingly says, stubborn, but with a sigh, his tone quiet but firm. 'inspiration struck’. and you can’t even argue against that, knowing full well how a muse is to her artist. so instead you settle for drawing him close, close, close, muttering softly.

'maybe i should ask if they can add a bedroom to the studio.’ you feel him smile against your skin, voice close enough to murmur in your ears. 

'you know i’ll only ever get to really sleep when i’m beside you.' 

you scoff. 'you and i both know that’s not true.’

warmth against your skin, an arm over yours, and a leg intertwined, soft hair tickling your cheeks, and you feel as if you could head off as it is, but no. he has the audacity to speak up again.

'you are my most melodious lullaby, the sweetest good morning, the link between my dreams and reality. if you aren’t there when i sleep and when i awake, then how do i know you aren’t just something i’ve been dreaming for? that you’re actually real, and right beside me?’ he presses a kiss against your skin, and, god, that smooth ass jerk, you refuse to look at him at all.

(you both wake up late that morning, and you find you can’t complain in the end anyway. even though he always ends up staying up far too late, at least, you know this, you and him will always be each other’s first view in the morning.

not a dream, indeed.)

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'come on, love, dance with me!’ you grin widely as you surprise hoseok, holding his hand captive in yours, the feather duster falling from his hands as you slide in front of him, tiptoeing to place a kiss on his cheeks. 

he splutters, 'i thought we were supposed to be cleaning,’ he raises an eyebrow at you, but you only nuzzle your nose against his, clutching onto him with a pout. there is a standoff with the two of you ending up staring at each other with all the fondness you can feel inside you, one that you end up winning when he places a kiss on the crown of your head.

'dusting can wait,’ you insist. 'we’re both already filthy anyway!’ he feels the laughter bubble up inside him, the helplessly fond smile he has reserved for you and you only showing. but you’re not lying, the attic room has been a mess the whole day and one afternoon will not transform it instantly. which is why, rather, standing in the middle of the not-so-crowded-anymore room, the sunlight beaming down from the window and the radio playing out an old love song, you find yourself more inclined to drop what you’re supposed to be doing, in favor of spending a few minutes to indulge. 

'your parents will get angry,’ he points out, and you hum as you place your hand with his, his arm settling across your waist. this is far from what he normally dances, sharp moves and fluid spins becoming slow and sweet, the usual awe-inducing performance making way for intimacy in that private way, where the two of you are in your own world, closed off from the others. in this moment, you think that’s not that far off from the truth. 

'they won’t mind,’ you shake your head. 'and we can just take a bath afterwards.’ he leads you in a sort of glide, across the room, the melody turning and twirling you around, heart beating in both of your chests in a steady, steady rate, each in time with the music. and when he ends the dance, you in his arms, both of you slightly breathless, staring into each other’s eyes, you find yourself wondering not for the first time if your lover is not warmth itself reincarnated, for how else can you explain away the feeling of being awash in sunlight, not a single part of you left untouched?

(what was supposed to take only a few days turns into a week and then some, but you can’t feel regret for a single moment as the attic becomes filled up with memories you already cherish, a secret hideaway for the two of you.)

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’namjoon, come sit down on the grass with me,’ you call out, pout on your face as you beckon your lover to come on over. han river remains sparkling no matter whether daytime or nighttime, the waters reflecting the city’s beauty, and you are not the only admirer. still, there is something to be said about the way your lover looks as he falls into his thoughts. the two of you made plans to have a picnic here in the park, as the setting sun made itself known across the sky, but it’s less of a romantic escapade than it is a moment of peace, a brief respite in your hectic lives. 

'we should have brought a blanket,’ he finally says, but you interlace your hand with his, your fingers with his own, tugging him down. he easily complies for all that he complains, and you don’t think even he can deny how the grass feels under you. staring up at the dimming sky, blue and red bleeding into gold and purple, the stars beginning to peek through the curtains of night, you find yourself drifting away, the lull of the city dragging you to rest.

'what do you think of the multi-universe theory?’ you hear him ask. namjoon is looking up at the sky, and there is a familiar expression on his face that tells you he is thinking about the secrets of the universe yet again, of the human nature and how each and everyone is connected. it’s when he looks a little dazed, eyes focused on something beyond, a wistful tone in his voice, and he falls quiet, but when he speaks his thoughts there is always a 'what if?’. 'i wonder if we’d met in other universes too,’ he says simply. 

you laugh, gently. 'kim namjoon, if you are saying that there is a universe in which i see you and fail to love you, then let me reassure you now.’ he looks away, a pout barely surfacing on his face, and you turn towards him, hands clasped together and your hair spread below you, the two of you picture perfect. 'maybe that universe does exist. maybe in another space and time, i wouldn’t have the blessing that i have here, to love you as freely, as much as i can. but this isn’t that universe, and nothing will stop me from staying by your side.’

by the end of it, your head is turned away with embarrassment, unable to take what might be his reaction. when you hear him huff, quiet, you turn around. what greets you is namjoon, blushing. 'what would i do without you?’ he smiles, soft and sheepish and loving, and you roll your eyes, even as you feel yourself become something not unlike putty in this man’s hands, a wave of love crashing over the sandcastle that is you. 'let’s hope we never find out.’

(you spend hours in that park, talking about everything and anything, and when you go home it must be close to midnight. not that you regret it, though, when the two of you clumsily almost topple over each other, collapsing on your sofa, together, while you order takeout for the nth time because you’re both too tired to cook.)

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you don’t think much of it, stealing jimin’s clothes is as normal, as easy as that for you. the two of you practically share the other’s now, a constant mismatch between your closet as what is yours and what is his is blurred, the lines toed and crossed over every time that it’s simply easier to count your closets as one being rather than two.

still, it makes for a messy, uncoordinated space, and it easily slips from your mind, or his, of the whereabouts of your belongings.

'babe,’ you can hear the pout in his voice. 'did you see my hoodie?’ 'which hoodie?’ 'my favorite one!’ 'which favorite one?’ at this point you see his head pop out from the doorframe, prominent lips stuck out and eyes searching the room. 'it’s the green one, the soft, huge, green hoodie. that one.’

you stifle a rising amount of chuckles as you eventually realize the location of the hoodie in question- on your body, as you stole it from his closet just this morning. you don’t think you can be seen as guilty though, not when the hoodie itself seemed to be begging for someone to wear it. impossibly soft, impossibly huge and impossibly sweet-smelling from the laundry softener you used, it was easy to drown in it and comfortably doze off. 'sorry baby, i don’t know where it went.’ 'okay, but, babe, can you help me…’

you startle as you surprisingly feel the shadow of your lover on your body, handsome face so suddenly, so dangerously close to your own, even if upside down. 'yn, you had it all this time!’ you chuckle at the whine in his voice, even as he leans forward to try and tug it off you. 'give it now,’ he says, but you shake your head, giggling as jimin tries. 'raise your arms! i can’t believe you made me run around looking for this,’ he grumbles, but you cross your arms instead, sitting up, turning around to face him, preparing yourself for a fight. 

'no way, this is the softest hoodie in the house. i’m not giving it up.’

a moment of silence, and then- jimin attacks you, lunging forward to glomp you. you feel yourself become confused, when you feel his fingers around your sides, and you burst out into laughter, long and loud. 

'no, jimin!' 

'give it back!' 

'no way!' 

'then suffer under my wrath!’

(he only stops when tears actually appear at the corner of your eyes from laughing too hard, easily sprawling across your chest, the two of you on the floor and too tired to move. 'we can share,’ you hum, choking as your lover narrows his eyes at you, before decidedly burrowing under your hoodie as well. with how big it is, and how not big both of you are, you surprisingly fit with him inside. it’s too warm for two people inside, but as jimin lays his head comfortably across your chest, the thumping of your heart lulling him to rest, and he holds you in his arms, neither of you find you can argue against your positions.)

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waking up with taehyung in the morning is an ordeal that never fails to make you smile. warmth pooling across the sheets, the warm breeze drafting in from the window, your lover’s body wrapped around yours- there is a kind of holy in the way serene mornings like these are, quiet and golden, the world seemingly stopping for a moment, if only for the two of you.

it breaks your heart every time to have to shatter the illusion. 'taehyung’, you whisper. there’s not even a twitch in his movements, snoring quiet but steady as he continues off to slumber. you, however, can’t get out of his hold, not without the man releasing you anyway- you would know, you’ve tried so many times before and it’s always been a moot point. the only way to get out of taehyung’s grip, is to wake him up into doing so. still, you find yourself soft and hesitant, every single time. 'taehyung,’ you try again, a little louder this time. you shake him, and it takes you a solid minute or two for the man to actually make a sound, a low groan at the back of his throat. when he registers the situation at hand, though, your lover declines to release you, holding you captive with his embrace instead.

'stay in bed with me,’ he almost whines, and you press your lips together to stop yourself from bursting into giggles.

'you know i can’t do that,’ you rebutt. 'i have work in an hour!' 

'but i can’t sleep without you.’

'you big baby,’ you fondly, exasperatedly call him out, and you see him briefly crack his eyes open, if only to look at you with a pout. 

you see him struggle whether or not to protest your words, before the sleepy takes over and he lazily agrees, pulling you closer in return. 'mhm, i’m your baby…' 

'taehyung…' 

'just a few more minutes, i swear,’ he presses a light kiss on your forehead, and you know it’s not just your imagination that you feel him smile against your skin, when you sigh loudly, relenting to his demands. 

'you’re incorrigible,’ you whine as you bury your head in his chest. 

'only because i love you.' 

you would call it a laugh if it weren’t for the yawn that sneaks in at the end.

and just as easy as that do you both fall off back to sleep, your phone’s alarm scaring the hell out of you half an hour later. it was practically a given that you’d end up falling back to sleep with him really, you could say it was a ritual at this point.

(you end up being late to work, as a matter of fact, but you can’t even find it in yourself to be angry. after all, there is quite nothing like waking up together in the morning, especially with your lover.

he takes you out on a date to the amusement park that weekend too, so you suppose you can forgive him.)

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’jungkook,’ you muffle your laughter behind your hand, but there’s no denying the bright grin on your face as you feel your lover’s arms encircle your waist. bright and early, it’s early enough into the morning that the sky is still caught between the hues of red and pink, like a rose slowly blooming from night’s embrace. it’s what makes your lover’s apparent waking state a mystery, when you know how heavy your lover sleeps. there goes your plan to bring him breakfast in bed, huh? 

'what are you even doing?’ you receive no reply, not one in words anyway, as you hear him mutter something unintelligible into your shoulders. his warmth against your back is addicting, especially in the chill of the morning air, but you’re nothing if not determined, and if he’s here to drag you back to bed, you’re having none of it. 'if you’re sleepy,’ you start, turning around to hug him properly, jungkook’s face nuzzling into your neck afterwards. 'you should go back to bed.’ 'but you’re not there with me,’ you finally hear him say. 'just go back to cooking, i’ll just stay here…’

'jungkook, i can’t cook while you’re wrapped around me!’ you almost burst into laughter at that, what more at the earnest expression on your lover. 'why not?’ he grumbles, a pout appearing on his face. you don’t know whether to shake your head, or what- when your lover uses what he knows is his greatest weapon against you. 'don’t give me that look,’ you sigh, but your resolve crumbles quickly, and it’s obvious that jungkook can see it as well.

'don’t blame me if it turns out burnt,'  you finally sigh. you feel, rather than hear him chuckle briefly. 'i’m sure it will still be delicious.’ 'you say that no matter what i cook,’ you mutter under your breath and he stays quiet because you’re right. instead, you finally feel him disentangle from your, rather reluctantly, before he gets his own apron and gloves. 'then i guess we should just cook together then,’ he declares, bumping shoulders with you. 'can’t mess it up then, can we?’ he smirks, cocky and familiar, and you roll your eyes even as you feel yourself settle so easily by his side, the two of you finishing breakfast together.

(the food, amazingly enough, does not become burnt, and turns out well instead. of course, he did help you after all. still, sitting at the table, eating together, you smile easy, softly. how can you not? everything about this moment is perfect, and you wouldn’t have any qualms about it lasting forever.

judging by the smile on jungkook’s face, you aren’t the only one to feel this way, too.)

[10:13 P.M.]

Pairing: pjm x reader

Word Count: 1588

Warnings:none, maybe a hint at violence?

Rating:pg-15

Genre:fluff (???), a hint of angst (??????), I have no idea what this is I’m sorry 

Summary:Your mission, most would say, is dangerous. Park Jimin even more. Not only because of how easy he seems to make someone else’s heart stop, but also from how easy it seems for him to drive you goddamn fucking crazy. 

A/N:surprise I’m not dead??

• Requesting~~ Jimin + Wine + okay so maybe something like, you’re both spies in disguise at a mafia boss’ blackmarket party or something and there are men hogging you but Jimin protects you?? thankiessss!!

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“You know, there are better ways to sabotage my mission than dragging me out to the dance floor, Park." 

The words themselves leave through gritted teeth in the disguise of a smile, barely more than a whisper in the crowd of people surrounding you.  Your hands clutch his tightly, your grip with enough strength to bruise. Still, the man before you pays you no attention- not even a twitch in his expression. If it weren’t for the strength of his hold, you’d fall for the illusion of his soft smile and dimples. As it is, you only feel annoyed.

"I wasn’t sabotaging you,” he says.  “I was helping you not mess up your own mission.”

You scoff. “I was getting the intel directly from the target. I was minutes, if not seconds away from finishing my mission.”

“Oh, yeah,” he drawls- you see him roll his eyes and glare even harder at him, fuming under your breath even as he pulls you closer to him, just in time to dodge a passing waiter. “And you were seconds away from getting a bullet lodged into your head as well. Didn’t you see how his bodyguards were eyeing you up? They clearly knew you weren’t harmless.”

You purse your lips at that. “I’m not saying they would have, but if they did, I would have been able to handle them,” you mutter.

“That arrogance is going to get you hurt or worse, one of these days.”

“I didn’t graduate top of my class for nothing, Park.” You scowl, extremely tempted to step on his shoe at his remark. What did he think you were, a helpless baby? “Cut out the protective bullshit, will you? I’m strong enough on my own right. If my class records won’t prove that, my mission count will. I could’ve handled it.”

Huffing, you glare at him. “Really, why do you keep butting in anyway-”

You meet narrowed eyes as he suddenly tugs you close, and for a moment your heart skips at the serious look on his face. You prepare yourself for an argument, but-

“Put your hand on my shoulder, and your other with  my hand.”

You comply without a thought, your hand meeting cold silk as you place them on him, the other meeting warm skin.

“Now lean in. Don’t look behind you. They’re looking right over at us.”

You shiver at the warmth of his breath on your ear- and when he leads you away from the edges of the crowd of guests and into the crowd of dancing partners, you can’t help but follow just as easily, swayed not only by the music, but by the feel of Jimin, all too alarmingly close to you. For all that Jimin is shades and shades of annoying, and endlessly frustrating, the man is a sensational dancer. Each move has you slipping further into the song, the dance, the feel of the very beat pulsing in the ballroom.

Not to mention just his cologne itself makes you want to bury your head into his suit.

You grimace- and then splutter as you feel a thumb tug your lips upwards.

“Such a grumpy look on your face all the time.”

“Shut it, Park,” you huff, even as your heart threatens to skyrocket at the intimate gesture. Damn it.

Sometimes you wish it wasn’t so easy for you to be affected.

Jimin’s laughter follows you, haunting you as he twirls you around, spinning you into his chest in time with the beat.

The warmth on your lower back as he pulls away makes you shiver- and you only hope he doesn’t notice.

“Are they still looking over?” You eventually ask, feeling yourself get swept up in the atmosphere.

You have a mission to do, you remind yourself. Now’s not the time for distractions.

He dances well, though.

“… No,” you eventually hear him say. “But don’t be reckless.”

“Besides, weren’t you supposed to just keep an eye on them?”

“You don’t know that,” you mutter under your breath- before yelping at a sudden dip.

Jimin’s eyes, up close and personal- they stare into you, his hold on you forcing you to meet his gaze. You stay that way for a few seconds- before you look away, unable to deal with the menace that is Park Jimin.

You hear him scoff, practically able to imagine the resulting smirk on his face.

A punch would look really well on his skin right now.

“Judging from your reaction, I’m right. Why do you like to keep on flirting with danger so much?” He chuckles. “Do youlike getting into trouble?”

“That has to be one of the most stupid questions I’ve ever heard, Park. You are aware that danger and trouble comes hand in hand with our line of work?”

“Certainly not as much as you seem to encounter, almost every time I see you.” You hear him laugh, for a moment. “If I didn’t know you any better, my dear, I’d say you were a masochist.”

You sigh.

“It’s not that I like getting into trouble, but the guy leading our operation is an idiot, alright?” You admit, albeit grumpily. “We can’t afford to make a mistake on this mission, or the people upstairs will really cut us off. This is a big matter.”

He looks down at you, curiosity plain in his eyes.

“And if you do pull it off, it will be enough to sew the mouths of the people in your bureau shut, and maybe give you a promotion?”

“… Well. Maybe.”

“Ever the workaholic,” he sighs, spinning you easily- tugging you close to his chest afterwards. You pinch his waist tight at the shit eating smirk on his face, really.

Not even taking into account the remark he says as he leans in close.

“This is why all of them run away from you, you know.”

You hiss. “You little shit.”

His chuckles fill the air in between you, and you stomp on his feet for good measure.

In return he tugs you close, close, closer, that the two of you somehow fit in between the dancing couples.

“For your information, I wouldn’t want to date a man who couldn’t handle me anyway,” you say sharply, a discreet turn letting you poke his chest insistently. “So keep your remarks to yourself. If they ran away, they obviously didn’t deserve me.”

“But of course.” Jimin’s eyes, soft and sweet, curve into crescent moons, and you curse your heart yet again for beating a little too fast, a little too hard. “When did I say otherwise?”

“Har de har har,” you sarcastically deadpan.

At this point, the music in the ballroom has grown lighter, softer. The crowd of dancers around you thinning- something you barely notice, as Jimin easily draws you, keeps you into a world of your own.

And that’s why he’s dangerous.

As if to emphasize the situation at hand, the crackling sound near your ears snaps you out of your thoughts.

"YN, prepare yourself. It’s almost time to go.”

You purse your lips.

“… Alright.”

When Jimin pulls you to his side for the final time- the song transitioning into the next one, the next round of couples stepping foot on the dancefloor, it’s with a pout laced with disappointment, eyes pleading you to stay.

His fingers, trailing circles over yours raise goosebumps on your skin you’d rather never feel. Would rather you never have to learn to forget.

Park Jimin is poison laced in a pretty pink bow, and just a touch is enough for you to feel intoxicated- to want for more.

What else to expect from one of the top assassins, though?

“Time to leave?”

“Don’t say it like you’re genuinely sad to see me go,” you say purposefully in a annoyed tone, your voice low. “You can play with any girl you want in here after I’m gone.”

“How can they ever compare to you, though?”

Against your will, your heartbeat jumps at his words, at the honeyed tone, the sincerity you know is false but still can’t help longing after. Jimin’s eyes reflect only you and you hate, hate hate hate how so easily he makes the illusion of loving you so real. It makes you hope for things you know you shouldn’t.

“I’ll see you at Jeon’s party?”

You slightly avert your eyes away. “… maybe.”

“Good.”

It’s as you pass him by that you suddenly feel a finger trace over your neckline- then the cold, light weight of a necklace making itself all too well known. You splutter, turning back-

Jimin’s eyes, narrowed, but his lips curved into a smile meets yours.

“By the way, you shouldn’t talk to your targets like that anymore,” he murmurs, voice soft and a sigh in his words.

You can’t move- not when his attention, so focused on you, keeps you still. Jimin tilts his head, saccharine voice continuing. “Or to any men, for that matter. You see, it makes me…”

He leans in, and you can’t help but lean back in a daze, but his hand on your chin tilts you up. His lips briefly brush past your cheeks, a trail of warmth across your face, before you feel him whisper in your ear.

“… jealous.”

Your breath hitches at the warmth of him close, all too close and how the hell are you supposed to respond-?

“I just might have to destroy them if they really do touch you,” he croons. “So my darling YN, keep yourself safe, shall we?”

“Until the next time we meet, then.”

wake up | myg

summary: reader wakes yoongi up in a specialway.

paring: non-idolYoongi x Reader (established relationship)

rating: 18+ ONLY

genre: fluff, smut

w/c:1k

warnings: cursing, oral sex, (m. receiving) switch reader, switch yoongi. (If you catch anything else I forgot to add, please don’t hesitate to let me know)

a/n: I wrote this in under an hour cuz ima hoe… anyways, please enjoy

Getting the chance to witness Yoongi as he slept was a rarity of its own. The raven-haired male was infamous for waking up before the early chirps of newborn birds and falling asleep only after you’ve drifted off into dreamland, so today was something special. Having him rest so soundly beside you, warm sunlight spilling across his flawless skin, and thick lashes soft against the apples of his cheeks as the rhythm of his faint breath exhaled past his lips.

“You’re so beautiful.” You soundly whisper, watching as Yoongi slowly began to wake from his slumber.

Your fingers begin to dance along the flesh of his ivory chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps down it’s path. The further you venture, the more you notice something twitching underneath the thin fabric of the sheets. “Oh,” You giggle, eyes panning to the stiff erection, standing proudly beneath the linen.

“Baby~?” You mew softly, fingers trickling past his torso to the edge of his waistband. “Is this okay?”

Yoongi’s lashes slowly begin to flutter open, tongue darting across his dry lips out of habit. It takes a moment for his vision to come to, but when it does, you’re the first thing he sees. Your wild bedhead framing around your delicate face, eyes narrowed seductively low, and plump lips formed into the shape of a wicked smirk. It was then he noticed your hand, so dangerously close to the needy dick twitching in his boxers. “Please.”

Never one to turn down your lover, your hand slips beneath the thin layer of fabric, immediately met with the heat of Yoongi’s manhood. Your fingers find the thick base of his shaft, palming around the veiny, hot flesh.

Yoongi utters a grunt, stuttering his hips upward due to the bewitching sensation of your sweet touch. “You’re always so sensitive when I touch you here.” You giggle, palm slowly beginning to work up and down his shaft.

Yoongi’s breath staggers in his throat, eyelids riding low as a familiar tightness begins to coil within the pit of his abdomen. “I-I had a dream…” He struggled to articulate his speech, your soft hand around his dick having an effect on him. “A-about you.”

Your tongue flirtatiously darts across your bottom lip, “Oh, yeah?” you start with a smirk, antagonizing his sexual frustration. “What was your dream about, baby?” You squeeze your hand tighter, just how Yoongi liked it.

Yoongi’s throat releases a hiss, eyelashes fluttering as he takes a nibble out of his lip.“ Y-you were s-sucking me o-of.” He stuttered in the form of a slight pout, and fuck did you love it when he pouted. “B-but you didn’t l-let me c-cum.” Jet orbs glossing over

“Aww, that’s so mean of me.” You reply coyly, fingers teasing around his mushroom tip, massaging in his sticky pre-cum. “Do you think you deserve to cum, Yoongi?” you ask, toying with his dick as if it were your own personal plaything.

“I- I do deserve it.” He finds the strength to say. “I’m a good m-man to you, aren’t I?” He makes sure to add as if to plead his case.

“Yes, you’re very good to me, Yoongi.” His body shivers as you whisper into the shell of his ear. “So I’ll give you what you want.” After maneuvering under the sheets, you slowly peel back the waistband of Yoongi’s boxers, allowing his tall erection to spring free. You lick your lips at the mighty sight, pre-cum glistening at the tip, healthy veins protruding from the sides, and a thickness that made you crave him even more. “You always look so yummy,” You say, tongue darting out to collect the first taste of his red tip.

“Shit,” Yoongi grunts, uncontrollably jolting his hips upward.

You were never one to leave your boyfriend unsatisfied, so opening your mouth wide and swallowing him whole was always the option with the best results. The tip of your nose reaches the forest of his pubic hair, tongue massaging the bottom of his shaft. The grunts and moans slipping past Yoongi’s lips give the encouragement to hold your gag reflex, allowing you to relax your throat.

“Oh, fuck.” Yoongi’s hands move on their own, gripping the back of your hair to hold your mouth in place. With eyes rolled back, he’s inching his shaft as far as it can reach. Your mouth feels immaculate around him, the thick wetness of your saliva and the tightness of your throat, fuck he could orgasm then and there. “C-can I…?” Yoongi mutters, almost too afraid to ask.

You know precisely what Yoongi means by his question; he wants to take control. The very thought of him using your mouth and throat for his sexual leisure causes a spike of pleasure to pulse between your thighs. So, of course, you nod to his request.

Gripping at the back of your hair tighter, Yoongi guides your hollowed-out mouth slowly up and down his thickness. “T-tap me if y-you need to b-breathe.” He utters, eyes rolling back to the erotic sensation your hungry mouth was providing.

You nod to the suggestion but also know you won’t be needing air anytime soon. After years of being with Yoongi, you’ve perfected the art of inhaling and exhaling through your nostrils.

“Shit, y-your mouth is so good.” Yoongi stutters while you bob your head to the speed that he desired, erotic wet sounds exuded from beneath the sheets. “I-I fuckin love you.” With every passing moment, the pulsing in Yoongi’s dick intensifies along with the aching to release. “Wanna swallow for me, baby?”

You thought it cute that he even asked, and if his dick wasn’t being shoved halfway down your esophagus, you would have giggled, but instead, you nod to his request.

“G-gotta see you,” Yoongi yanks away the sheets, revealing your sexy mouth gobbling away at his dick, thick saliva collecting at the base of his shaft and your alluring, hazed eyes gazing up at him; his own personal goddess. “My sexy girl gonna take my load in her mouth? You gonna do that for me?”

You don’t stop bobbing, sucking him all in as your eyes screamed the words, “yes, please.”

As if on queue, the rubber band sensation, stretching in the pit of Yoongi’s abdomen, finally snaps. “Oh, fuck!” He yells, holding your head in place to collect the large amount of cum releasing into your throat. He thrusts a few final times, colors exploding in his vision while riding the explosive high of his orgasm.

And just like he asked, you have no problem swallowing it all, gulping down the salty evidence of your boyfriend’s orgasm, before your lips release the tip of his dick with a -pop-.

A satisfied smile gleams across Yoongi’s rosy cheeks as he grabs your arm, gesturing you to lay beside him, “Come here.”

Doing as you’re told, your head plops into the pillow beside Yoongi’s head, gazing into his glossy, hooded eyes.

“You’re so fuckin perfect,” Yoongi says, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead, thanking you for the happy ending he’d just received. “What do you want for breakfast?” his fingers stroking throughout your hair as he watched you in awe.

The light glaze of sweat glistening across Yoongi’s skin and the softness in his deep, onyx eyes melted you inside. You loved him so much that after 2 years of being together, butterflies still managed to flutter in the pit of your stomach. “Pancakes!” You nearly shout, a bit too excited at the mention of breakfast.

Yoongi chuckles at your animated behavior. “Let’s get showered, and then I’ll make you a tall stack of pancakes.” He watches as the excitement grows in your eyes, reminding him of the many reasons why he fell hard for you. “I love you.” Yoongi manages to sneak in the phrase before you could respond.

Your heart did that thing where it nearly somersaulted out of your chest. How did you get so lucky to have such a beautiful, perfect man in your bed every morning? So, without hesitation, you respond, “I love you too, Min Yoongi.”

date posted:4-6-2020

— Summary: You’re a recent grad who was given the dream opportunity to intern abroad in South Korea. When you moved into a small, somewhat homely, apartment complex in Gangnam, you were pleasantly surprised to have become neighbors with 7 very intriguing, very charming, very handsome young men. You weren’t expecting them to have become so attached to you so quickly and that’s probably because you’re actually their reincarnated soulmate. To make matters even more convoluted, they’re also part of the mafia, they’re demons, and they’re heir to the throne of the underworld. Who’d thought that your once normal life would change so drastically over the course of such a short time?

— Pairing: demon lord! mafia boss! bts x poc! curvy! intern! reader

— Genre: super fluff / poly!au / mafia!au / demon!au / soft yandere!au / soulmate! au

— Status: On Going

— Warnings: erotic thoughts, indirect verbal sexual harassment, fluff, killing intent, lying, (somewhat) degrading thoughts

— Word Count: 6.0k

~MASTERPOST~

CHAPTERS:Prev - Next

**AUTHORS NOTE**

Chapter 4 is finally here!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!! HAPPY HOPE DAY AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Lol, this is super duper late but it’s here, revised, and finished!!

Please enjoy!!

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The 7 young men crowded around the 3rd floor communal lounge area once again after they got back from visiting the elder witch. Her words were enlightening to say the least, but it was nothing they hadn’t expected. According to her, you were unmistakably their soulmate. Their reactions to you, your response back, the continual serendipitous encounters with each and every one of them; this was all in response to the universe aligning you all to your final reunion.

The confirmation made all their hearts soar with excitement, the fluttery feelings of butterflies tickling their stomachs with joy. However, the euphoric feeling was cut short thanks to the additional warnings stated by the elder witch. They weren’t particularly fond of what she had said, having not suspected it, yet, at the same time, not being as surprised by it either.

She had unfortunately admitted that there is a possibility that you can reject your soul bond with them, the thought of that hurting them more than they cared to admit. Humans are not as receptive to soul mates as they once were, the concept being a rare and dying ideal to them. Due to that, it has affected your share of the bond immensely, the lack of practice muting your cognitive awareness to the feelings you share with them. She did say that your violent response to being touched by Namjoon and Yoongi was more than enough of a good sign that you do feel something, however, the fact still remains you could still just as easily reject them all in the end.

That worried them all greatly, unsure of the appropriate steps to take from their given point. She made it quite clear that forcing the bond will inevitably cause more harm than anything else, the possibility of you succumbing to fear or even hatred towards them being a natural response. It was also important to keep in mind that they are demons, a characteristic humans deem both frightening yet unrealistic. Alternatively, restraining their urges too much and too frequently will definitely put them all in immense pain from lack of the fulfilled bond. To help avoid all these worse case scenarios, she suggested subtle courting tactics. Maintaining patience is key to this process, hoping to ease your senses back into the flow of the shared bond over time. Basically, she wants them to help you rekindle the hidden bond you all share. And now, they are gathered to figure out how to do just that.

“We’ll just have to find ways to spend time with her individually. Maybe even in small groups?” Hoseok suggested questioningly.

“That seems easier said than done. How are we supposed to do that without it seeming overbearing or suspicious? Not to mention her work schedule fluctuates like crazy.” Jungkook asked with hints of irritation.

“We’ll spread out our days spent together. We certainly don’t want to overwhelm her. It’s also important to allow her to have personal downtime. Try to plan the days and activities far enough apart and make it seem like a casual suggestion when bringing it up to her.” Seokjin added.

“I agree. She’s very sensitive and naive to the ideas of dating. If it becomes too much for her she might pull away from us. In addition, we need to be attentive to what she says or does, keeping her schedule in mind as much as possible.” Namjoon pointed out.

“She definitely has a social battery. Seems more like a homebody than anything else. Casual dates might be best.” Yoongi lightly chuckled, thinking back on some past conversations you two had.

“I like that idea. Casual dates can definitely make it easier to be more…intimate and personal when alone. She may even drop her guard down and be open with us too.” Taehyung said with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Don’t make it sound so perverted. Remember, we need to take it slow.” Jimin lightly chastised, chuckling knowingly at him.

They all threw out numerous suggestions, ideas, and opinions as they continued the layout of their plan. They were going to do everything in their power to make it as appropriate and successful as possible for the next couple of weeks.

KIM NAMJOON & MIN YOONGI & JUNG HOSEOK

It had already been over 2 months since your arrival into Korea, as well as your unforeseen yet welcoming friendship with the 7 brothers who lived on your apartment floor. It was like reuniting with old friends, melding into their comfort and charm with great ease. You truly weren’t sure how or why it was so quick for you but you didn’t bother to really question it. If anything, you wanted to selfishly indulge in their presence when possible, unsure of how much longer you’d be blessed with their company. Speaking of, the universe must be favoring you today as you were currently getting ready for a sudden outing with none other than Namjoon and Yoongi.

You were so excited, rummaging through your entire dresser for something to wear. You couldn’t decide, too afraid of either overdressing or underdressing. On one hand you wanted to look cute but on the other hand you wanted to be casual. So you settled on something that was the perfect combination of both. When you were officially done getting yourself ready, you nervously walked out of the room down to the main floor waiting area. Though you hadn’t seen either Namjoon or Yoongi just yet, you did see their grandmother, Mrs. Bom.

“Ahhh~, you look so pretty (Y/N)!! Where are you heading off to this fine morning?” she asked with much anticipation in her voice.

You felt the warmth reach your cheeks as you shyly thanked her for her compliment.

“I’m going to the Starfield COEX Mall. Namjoon and Yoongi invited me to go with them. I had never been and wanted to take advantage of my recent payday to buy some souvenirs or clothes. Ahhh~ I’m so excited!” you admitted happily, a giggle escaping your lips.

“I just hope I can be of good company though.” you added sheepishly.

You had become quite comfortable with speaking to Mrs. Bom as of late, sharing a little bit of your more personal self with her. She never judged or pried too far into what you were willing to admit and you were very grateful for that.

Mrs. Bom held a look of surprise and slight confusion. She cocked her head and began speaking.

“What do you mean?

“Well, I don’t talk much and due to that I’ve had people, more than I cared to admit, assume that I was bored being around them. I started thinking that I was doing something wrong because I was invited less and less to hang out with people over the years. I tried really hard to change but that started to feel tiring. It didn’t feel like me and I was no longer looking forward to the invites I eventually never received anyway. Kinda funny how that worked out. Anyway, I like spending time with others, I’m just really quiet. As long as people can accept that, then I think it’ll be fine.” you explained with a slight smile.

“But…” you added suddenly with hesitation.

“I really don’t want to screw this up. Not with Namjoon. And not with Yoongi. They’ve all been so kind and patient with me. I guess I’m just a little worried about the outcome…if that makes sense.”

Mrs. Bom studied your flustered features and shy demeanor for a brief moment. You didn’t seem to be looking for pity or intentionally downing yourself. It didn’t even seem like you were upset about what had happened in the past. It was almost as if you accepted it and had every intention of moving forward. But you were clearly still so scared of messing up. Oh if only you knew how much her grandson’s fawn over you! Your concerns are almost laughable, yet, she understood. She walked up to you with a sweet smile and gently took your hands into hers. This caused you to look at her, watching with curiosity as she began to speak.

“I’m glad you realized that you didn’t have to change. Because my dear, there was nothing ever wrong with you to begin with. Those simple minded people didn’t know how to handle a complex soul like yours and if anything you dodged a bullet! But let me tell you this. Namjoon would never jump to conclusions, would never abandon you, would never do this if he wasn’t certain that he’d enjoy your company. Then there’s my little Yoongi. He is so gentle, patient, and understanding! You’d have to do and be so awful to make him not like you. There is nothing for you to fear or worry over, just be yourself. That’s all that’s being asked of you. That’s all those boys truly want.”

Her words made your heart flutter. They were encouraging, more so than you had anticipated, but your mind couldn’t help but focus on the last thing she mentioned. Was there a double meaning behind her words? It was far too vague to confirm but suspicious enough to make you wonder…to make you hope. A deepening warmth crept upon your cheeks at what she said regardless of the intent, happy to have your spirits lifted after the nagging thoughts were eating away at you all night.

“Thank you, Ms. Bom. I truly mean that with every fiber of my being.” you said with as much sincerity you could muster.

“Of course dear.”

In that moment, unbeknownst to either of you, two figures approached you both. When you finally felt their presence you turned instinctively to look up. That was when you were met with both Namjoon and Yoongi. If only it was as simple as that though.

Both sported a fit that accented their build rather nicely. Each had an attractive casual outfit tailored to their individual tastes. Namjoon’s was more earthy tones with browns and whites and Yoongi’s was more dark, borderline black and grays. Despite the various ways their clothing lay on their body, you couldn’t help but to notice the obvious effects their weight lifting had on their neck, shoulders, arms, and chest.

It was hard not to linger your eyes over their bodies but you forced yourself from prying any longer than you already had, too afraid of coming across as a pervert or creep. Ms. Bom quickly picked up on how hard it was for you and held in a giggle. However, what was even more comical was how desperate the guys looked when their eyes laid on you. It was so painfully obvious it agitated the very core of Ms. Bom. Oh how she wished you’d guys become lovers already so the sexual tension in the air would become less suffocating.

“You look beautiful.” Namjoon said bluntly without thinking.

Your eyes widened in shock, your brain trying to process his words. Ms. Bom seemed impressed by his boldness but he, himself, turned as red as a tomato. Yoongi, being the good hyung as always, butted in quickly to alleviate the rapid shot of awkwardness now present.

“I agree with Namjoon. Are you ready to go? It’s going to be a pretty busy day today but we don’t need to rush it. We have plenty of days to explore the entirety of the mall.” Yoongi said, trying to change the subject.

“I-I…uh yeah! I’m really excited and can’t wait to look around! And I appreciate that Yoongi. I can get tired pretty easily”

“T-That’s not a problem! We don’t want to overwhelm you! But if you’re all ready, we can head off. See you later this evening, Halmoni (grandmother)! We’ll make sure to bring back some of the bread you like on our way home.” Namjoon stated, trying to calm his nerves down.

Ms. Bom approached Namjoon and placed a hand on his cheek. After a quick second, he looked at her gratefully, almost as if unspoken words were shared in that brief moment. The interaction fascinated you, almost like she had calmed him down a bit. Having observed the interaction, a nice warmth blanketed your heart. It was really nice to see actually. You felt a tug at your wrist pulling you from your thoughts. Turning slightly, you see Yoongi close to you with a gentle smile on his lips. His eyes were warm and kind, mesmerizing even. Have they always looked that beautiful?

“Ready?” he asked once more, pulling you from your new set of thoughts.

“Y-Yeah. I am!”

The entire adventure was actually much more fun and fascinating than you had expected. The library was huge and held so many books in it. Not to mention the aquarium and the packed movie theater. It was such an interesting concept, something you had never seen before back in your hometown. You quickly understood why this mall was so popular and kinda wanted to come with everyone next time.

As you continued, you all approached a cute little clothing outlet the further you walked. It caught your eye because it was size friendly and promoted itself on the inclusivity of clothing for bigger, thicker, and curvier individuals. Naturally, that caught your attention and you really wanted to go into the store. Namjoon and Yoongi saw how excited you got and made no qualms in exploring. In fact, Namjoon was curious himself at the bigger sizes in the mens section, given how toned he’s gotten over the recent months.

“What do you think of this?” you asked excitedly, pulling the blouse up to your upper half.

Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle and Yoongi smiled fondly at you. You were like a little kid, fascinated by so much of the clothing so far.

“The shirt is nice but won’t your shoulders be too exposed? Are you okay with that?” Yoongi asked without thinking.

Namjoon cut him a knowing look. Yoongi by no means would tell you what to and what not to wear. But as someone who has strong feelings for you and doesn’t want other guys to flirt with you, he couldn’t help asking the question out of concern. He knew he may have crossed the line so he forced himself to bite his tongue. Luckily, you rolled with his bluntness and hummed in thought taking in what he said into consideration.

“You know, now that I think about it, you have a point. It’s cute but I don’t think it would be very appropriate for work. Maybe we can find something else!” you cheerfully stated.

Namjoon and Yoongi stiffened in slight irritation at the mentioning of your work. Your boss made their blood boil, especially after the conversation they had with Jin. With how perverted that man is, the thought of him oggiling you made their blood run cold. You took notice of their stiff appearance and gave a look of concern.

“Are you guys…alright? Is something wrong? We can head out if you’d like?” you asked with slight worry, concerned you were taking too long in the store.

They both quickly snapped out of it, instantly squashing the darkening gazes in their eyes. When you approved of their insistent claims that all was good, you smiled and went back to skimming the clothing rack. They gave each other scrupulous looks, sighing heavily in relief at yet another close call as you wandered further away.

Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck, his own social battery draining rather quickly at this point. Namjoon wasn’t any better, also feeling exhausted from the random surge of various emotions throughout the day so far. At least they had you by their side. Being able to see your smile, the excitement in your eyes, and the way you felt so comfortable around them was worth it. For you they’d do just about anything. However, they’d have to admit that it would be nice to no longer have their emotional and physical energy tested like this.

As Namjoon and Yoongi were recomposing themselves, something caught the elder’s eye. It was a small display of various jewelry. Many of the trinkets were fairly pretty, some a little pricey too. But Yoongi got stuck on one particular one. Namjoon had taken quick notice of Yoongi’s changed behavior and waltzed over to him to observe the same display. Picking up the small metal in his hand, the two observed it’s beauty with a sentimental fondness.

“What are the odds…something so similar could be available to purchase?” Namjoon asked, astonished.

“It’s a bit different from what we gave her all those years ago, but it truly is almost identical to our pendant.” Yoongi said warmly.

The two made the conscious decision to purchase and give it to you as a gift. Maybe all their mental constraints will have been worth the effort if it meant seeing that smiling face of yours. Maybe the mental testing really is over!

“How about this (Y/N)? This looks beautiful against your skin tone. Not to mention the way it fits your figure!” a sudden male voice announced.

Unfortunately, those hopes were promptly short lived.

“Oh! Do you think so? I do love this color actually! Thanks so much Jiwoo! I’ll go and try it on real quick!” you expressed joyously.

Jiwoo? Who the fuck was Jiwoo? Namjoon had to hastily quell the rising signs of jealousy. For god’s sake he didn’t even know what this man looked like. All he knew was that it was an invasive male near you and he didn’t like it. There was no need to even make contact with Yoongi, the two young men using their keen hearing to follow where your voice amplified last. When they reached your location, they hadn’t realized their threatening looks and ice cold aura. Their eyes were even on the brink of turning crimson, feelings on a threatening level coursing through their veins. How odd given this only ever happened when a true enemy vile to the bone was in their vicinity. But to their surprise stood a very handsome, very kind looking young man.

Jiwoo was your typical mold of conventional attractiveness, especially by Korean standards. Tall, broad shoulders, pale clear skin, well fit with a charming persona to boot. He was not only the image of an idol or actor, but he was exceedingly smart and very good at what he does too. Ariel always spoke about how attractive Jiwoo is and how almost all the women at your company flock to him like lost sheep. This, of course, is not without the distaste of the other males, particularly your boss. But most of them sucked up to him due to his pharmaceutical company investing so much into your design one.

The other thing Ariel never failed to point out was how obvious Jiwoo was attracted to you. You never could see it yourself, his flirtatious advances came across as friendly gestures. She found that adorable about you but feared this would prevent you from having any romantic opportunities. Too bad it wasn’t all in Ariel’s mind like you had thought because both Namjoon and Yoongi could tell right away; Jiwoo was not just some coworker, he had a motive.

“Oh! Hello there. Can I help you with something?” Jiwoo asked inadvertently.

Namjoon and Yoongi quickly adjusted their aggressive image but held a skeptical and observing attitude towards Jiwoo. Why wasn’t he frightened? He didn’t even flinch. Hardcore mafia members typically break a sweat if any of them showed such aggression. So why wasn’t he even bothered? They didn’t like this. They didn’t like him. Why did he get under their skin so badly?! What the hell was going on?!?!

Namjoon made the first move. This surprised Jiwoo and his sudden shock did not bypass Yoongi’s eyes.

“My name is Namjoon. It’s nice to meet you.”

Jiwoo blinked several times before a kind smile appeared.

“It’s nice to meet you too Namjoon! The name’s Jiwoo.”

He shifted his gaze to Yoongi, waiting for him to answer.

“Yoongi.”

“Cool! So Namjoon. Yoongi. What can I do for you?” he asked innocently.

“We were actually looking for someone. We heard her voice and came over here to meet back up. Wouldn’t happen to have seen her, would you? She wouldn’t be hard to miss.” Namjoon explained, trying to maintain a leveled tone.

“Hmmm~ Oh! You mean the short, curvy, foreign girl? The pretty one with sunkissed skin? Are you guys friends of (Y/N)?”

Jiwoo’s description was so casual that it was irking them both with how friendly his tone was as he spoke about you. But they had to reel it in, already displaying too much zeal for wanting to physically destroy him out of annoyance. Even though they had no real reason as to why.

“That’s the one! And yes, we’re friends of hers.” Namjoon continued, poking his tongue against his inner cheek.

“Oh awesome! I’m a coworker of hers! We’ve been doing a collaborative project between our two companies. She’s an amazing person and so talented! She’s saved my ass more times than I can count and she’s always there when I need her! If I’m being honest, she’d make the perfect girlfriend.”

“Ah~ That’s good to hear! I’m glad she has someone watching over her there. I think we can both personally attest to your descriptions of her too.”

Namjoon didn’t take his last statement too seriously, also agreeing heavily with Jiwoo’s thoughts. Maybe they overreacted. Jiwoo didn’t seem too bad. He came off as kind and reliable. The way they heard you interact with him, you seemed to be on good terms with one another.

“Hey, can I ask you something? Are either of you dating her?” Jiwoo bluntly asked out of the blue.

The two men were taken aback by the sudden question, briefly looking at one another before Namjoon spoke up first.

“Uh, no we’re not.”

A sickening feeling shot through Namjoon’s stomach at that moment. He couldn’t pinpoint why but he didn’t like where this was going. For Yoongi, he began to glare at Jiwoo with a look fueled by hatred, aware of exactly what was coming next.

“That’s good. I was kinda afraid I lost my chance! Someone like (Y/N) is too kind, too gentle, so soft and…so damn submissive. I wonder how she’d be in bed, squealing and squirming beneath me? Oh how the thought alone is arousing. But she’s so oblivious sometimes! It’s like I’m the one chasing her! I usually have people lining up out the door handing me applications on any given day! Hahahaha and then there’s her! She won’t even give me the time of day. Ahhh~ it’s so exhilarating!”

What? What the actual fuck!? It took a minute for that to register. To truly digest the words he had spoken. Did he really just say that? So plainly, so bluntly, so casually?? It was unexpected, vulgar, and disgusting. What the hell was wrong with this guy?  Yoongi reacted immediately, all the calm and collectedness he’s known for died in that very moment. He may have been shorter than Jiwoo but that did not stop him from gripping his shirt collar and tugging the man towards him.

“What the hell did you just say?” he growled.

Namjoon stood by, eyes darkened and blotched with a crimson red. There was no hiding it this time and he had no intention of doing so either. But Jiwoo just stood there, face slightly surprised with eyes deeply unmoved. What was with this guy?

“What? You’re gonna tell me neither of you thought of those things. A fine piece of ass like that and you’re just going to stand on the sidelines. There’s not many girls like that, especially ones with her character. Tell me, what did I say that wasn’t true?”

His whole character practically changed. A sudden shift, a 180, an unexpected and unforeseen coldness enveloped inside Jiwoo’s eyes. He held no fear, no remorse, no doubt. He was far from normal.

“You sick fu-”

“Just kidding~!” Jiwoo laughed loudly.

They both observed him closely, astounded by his switch of nature once more. It was like he went back to the person they initially were introduced to. A person who seemed kind and somewhat reliable.

“Namjoon! Yoongi!”

You broke them both from their thoughts, their attention instantly befalling your figure. They weren’t the only ones, Jiwoo followed suit instantly. You sported a long sleeve, cold shoulder, button up blouse in a color that perfectly accented against your skin tone. It accentuated your upper half perfectly, allowing your assets to showcase in a classy fashion yet with undertones of a sexy appeal. It wasn’t too much and nice enough to wear to work as well. It allowed you to have exposed skin without receiving judgment from prying eyes.

You began to feel somewhat self conscious with all the prying eyes, unsure of why they all got so quiet when you could’ve sworn you heard conversation outside the changing room. Jiwoo was just a bit quicker on the uptake, taking advantage of how obviously smitten the other two were by your appearance.

“I told you it would be a good fit for you!” he stated proudly.

“You think so?” you asked sheepishly.

“Absolutely! What do you two think?” Jiwoo suddenly questioned.

He intentionally wrapped his arm around your waist, placing a loose yet firm grip on your hip. He held you somewhat close to his side and displayed an easily identifiable devious smirk on his handsome face. Namjoon was dangerously close to losing it and Yoongi wasn’t far from behind. But they both knew what kind of game Jiwoo was playing at and felt it appropriate to entertain the man.

Namjoon did not respond. Instead, he approached you both with a gentle and kind smile. Your heartbeat raced and your cheeks felt flushed upon seeing such a handsome display of features. He confidently reached out his hand for you to grab, which you quickly and happily complied upon Jiwoo’s surprise. Within that fraction of a second, the two men shot each other a look of vexation, Jiwoo not hiding his obvious disdain for the scene unfolding before him. Namjoon whisked you away towards Yoongi, who stood by with something shiny in his hand. You didn’t realize it at first, waiting patiently to hear their thoughts on your outfit.

“I think it goes without saying that you always have and always will look beautiful, no matter what you wear. And this truly does fit you perfectly.” Namjoon started off.

“And even though you look amazing, as always, there’s something Namjoon and I found that we think you might really like especially.” Yoongi added on.

The shiny object in his hands was a pretty hair clip, one adorned with gorgeous looking jewels, a butterfly figure, flowers and music notes. You had mentioned to them all of your vast fondness for butterflies and flowers, believing that you had a strong spiritual connection with both living things. You loved and adored music, admitting your great admiration and respect for the invisible work of art. But it was what came next that took them by surprise.

“This is beautiful, Yoongi. All the intricate details and craftsmanship only make it that much more special. But I think what I love about it above all else is that It’s like a representation of the 8 of us!” you said allowed, without thinking.

“You guys are the music that allows my flowers to flourish and what gives my wings flight to survive.”

The three men froze, Namjoon and Yoongi in particular, taken aback by your words. You held such an adoring look as you gazed lovingly at the little pendant clip. There was no mistake that you held a deep tenderness for the object in hand, completely disregarding the outfit you were currently adorning. You looked up at the two men before you with an oddly sentimental look. It was warm, gentle, and so painfully familiar. It was like in that moment, for a brief second, you were completely and entirely aligned with one another and it was almost like you had retained all the memories of your past love.

Yoongi felt like he was going to cry. His heart hurt, aching desperately for you. It was a sudden rush of unforeseen emotions engulfing his very being. He couldn’t describe it even if he wanted to. Namjoon was no different, a soft yet sad moonstruck appearance beholding his sharp features. Witnessing their expressions made you want to cry as well, even if you didn’t fully understand what was happening. It hit you just as suddenly as it hit them.

Jiwoo observed intently, taking detailed note of the scene before him. He was far from giving up on making you his, but he realized quickly that he was going to have to try a helluva lot harder than what he’s doing now. These two were stepping dangerously close on his ideals and he didn’t like that. Many questions plagued his thoughts, a maniacal amount of actions began mapping out in his head to come out victorious. However, he was completely void of the deepening and darkening scowl forming on his face, as well as the lingering figure who was bearing witness to it all.

“You okay there buddy?” a chipper male voice asked suddenly.

Jiwoo froze, not daring to look back at the new man standing near him. He took that moment to calm his nerves, quelling the rising irritation that people were ingraining into him. He couldn’t falter over something so stupidly petty. Not in front of a liability. It didn’t help that he didn’t even feel this guy’s presence approaching him. He needed to get himself together.

“Yes! I’m perfectly fine! Hahahaha, just felt a little woozy is all! No cause for concern.”

Jiwoo altered his scowl to the original kind and gentle look he displayed when he first met Namjoon and Yoongi. The irritation didn’t go unnoticed but he did a pretty good job at hiding it from the untrained eye of a random stranger. Too bad he wasn’t dealing with some random stranger. No, instead he was met face to face with none other than Jung Hoseok. And he beheld a look that did not match his concerned voice. This frightened Jiwoo.

“Hobi?” you suddenly questioned, the weird euphoric feeling finally dissipating.

Hoseok’s scrutinizing gaze lingered over Jiwoo a bit longer before permanently turning his attention to you. His face did a complete 180 when he beamed up at you, a charming and delighted look adorning his features as he happily spread his arms and engulfed you in a hug.

Jiwoo hadn’t realized that his breath was hitched, softly gasping for air at the slow fade of tension. Who in the hell were these three? Jiwoo wasn’t an idiot. He had noticed the identifiable hatred Yoongi and Namjoon had for him upon first glance. Though, at the time, it wasn’t warranted, he figured it was jealousy. He enjoyed making other men jealous, especially those infatuated with a person he finds attractive. Which is why he said what he said about you shortly after he realized the two put their guard down. But he wasn’t so dense as to not notice that deep crimson glow the two men held in their eyes. Not to mention the brute strength Yoongi had when he gripped his collar. That was pure, unfiltered killing intent unlike any he’s ever bared witness to.

Jiwoo was good at keeping a straight face and downplaying his feelings. It’s how he’s survived this long. Seeing Hosoek ignited a fear in him he hadn’t felt in a very long time, one that pleaded with him to just walk away and never turn back, invigorated him. But he couldn’t turn back now. His pride wouldn’t let him. He knew there was something more going on here. With you. With them. It was all very intriguing and fueled his provocative desires for you even more. He observed a bit longer at how obviously elated you were being surrounded by these three men. Watched how your cheeks flushed, how your smile widened, how your eyes sparkled, and how obviously attracted you were to them. He needed to learn more, but now was not the time.

Instead, Jiwoo boldly approached you, catching the attention of the provoked glares of Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok. You, being a little too oblivious, focused your attention on Jiwoo for a brief moment, feeling somewhat guilty for forgetting about him. He grabbed for your hand unprompted, kissed your knuckles, and bid you all a goodbye before running off somewhere in the growing crowd. You were a bit confused by his sudden departure but didn’t bother to read too much into it. You were the only one, however. The others watched as he left the store, no remorse for how obvious they were being and how clearly disgusted they were with his existence.

You had opted to forgo the outfit and buy the hair piece instead, promising to always wear it whenever and wherever you go. Hoseok opted to purchase it and give it to you as a gift. You were trying to advise against that but he did it anyway. When you guys left the store, you all decided to go to a small chinese hotpot restaurant outside of the mall (to Yoongi’s enjoyment), as it became more and more busy in the mall as time had progressed.

“Hobi?” you asked, pulling him out of thought as you finally took your seats.

“Hm?”

“I forgot to ask, how’d you know we were at the mall in that store? Kinda crazy that you found us! Almost like fate!” you giggled.

Hoseok froze for a brief moment, trying to concoct a believable lie to tell you because no, he had no clue you guys were at the mall. Nor did he know you were in that store. He had stopped by a shop near the mall to pick up new dancing clothes for his studio. On his way out he happened to notice Namjoon and Yoongi emitting an aggressive and rageful aura so strong he could feel it from outside across the street while you all were on the downstairs floor inside the mall. It didn’t help that his senses also heightened when he approached Jiwoo, a man that took mere milliseconds to bring his blood to a boil. Of course he couldn’t tell you that. Not yet, at least. So he opted for a varying method. One more believable.

“I was stopping by to grab a snack. The vendor in the mall has some really delicious hotteok. When I reached the ground floor, I noticed Namjoon. He’s pretty tall and easily recognizable. I was just going to say hi when I found your…friend…who looked a little…sick.”

“In the head…” Yoongi mumbled,

Namjoon nudged him slightly, throwing a glance his way. Yoongi acted like he didn’t say anything and kept reading over the menu of options. Luckily, you didn’t hear him anyway, so there was no cause for concern.

“To me, that’s just a fancy way of saying fate.” you teased.

“Regardless, I’m glad I got to see you today! And thanks again for buying the hair pendant for me.”

Hoseok chuckled before happily brushing off your thanks. He grabbed the bag and pulled the intricate metal out.

“May I have the honor of putting it in your hair?” Hoseok asked.

“Of course! I would love that!”

Hoseok did just that, the other two watching fondly at your excited features and at how you made the hair clip even more beautiful than it already was. Hoseok immediately started taking pictures and sending them in their group chat. It didn’t take long for their phones to start buzzing with notifications of the others responding back. You took note of that and smiled bashfully at the thought of your picture being on all their phones. You’d secretly hoped you looked somewhat presentable before Hoseok sent it.

Luckily, those thoughts died out as quickly as they were birthed. You were too busy enjoying your meal and conversation with the three men before you, your heart growing that much more fondly for them as a group and individually. You had secretly hoped that you had just as many days as this planned for you in the future. If only you knew just how much of what you had hoped would come true, easily in a way that far exceeded your expectations.

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— Summary: You’re a recent grad who was given the dream opportunity to intern abroad in South Korea. When you moved into a small, somewhat homely, apartment complex in Gangnam, you were pleasantly surprised to have become neighbors with 7 very intriguing, very charming, very handsome young men. You weren’t expecting them to have become so attached to you so quickly and that’s probably because you’re actually their reincarnated soulmate. To make matters even more convoluted, they’re also part of the mafia, they’re demons, and they’re heir to the throne of the underworld. Who’d thought that your once normal life would change so drastically over the course of such a short time?

— Pairing: demon lord! mafia boss! bts x poc! curvy! intern! reader

— Genre: super fluff / poly!au / mafia!au / demon!au / soft yandere!au / soulmate! au

— Status: On Going

— Warnings: erotic thoughts, fluff, flirting, nothing really lol

— Word Count: 3.2k

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**AUTHORS NOTE**

Chapter 3!! Not sure how I fully feel about this one but it’s done. Taking a break because posting multiple days in a row has wore me out lol. I’ll come back ti edit because there are points I feel “meh” on but oh well!

Please enjoy!!

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Since your introduction to 5 of the 7 brothers you’d heard so much about, they had become exceedingly affectionate towards you. You started seeing them frequently, even more than you usually had. You were far from complaining, but you’d be lying if you couldn’t admit that it made your heart flutter a bit too much for your liking. You hadn’t ever received so much attention from differing guys before, especially those who far exceeded the current beauty standards. You often questioned if you deserved such treatment, usually brushing off any intruding thought of their devoted gestures being more than just friendly.

That morning, you had woken up a bit later than usual. You had the day off and were hoping to spend it by becoming accustomed to the area. After freshening up and getting dressed, you made your way out into the hallway and down the staircase. You had every intention of reaching the first floor until you heard a lovely acoustic tune coming from the end of the hallway on the second floor. Has there always been a music room?

Your curiosity got the best of you and you followed after it. The melody got louder and louder the farther you walked, indicating you were getting closer to its source. When you reached the window peering inside, you saw a young man there playing the acoustic guitar. You had never seen him before and became entranced. Not only was he doing a magnificent job with the instrument but the way the sun outlined him in a golden glow made him look far more ethereal than he already was.

You were staring so intently and so wrapped up in your own thoughts, you failed to realize he stopped playing and was gazing back at you. When you finally did take notice, you began panicking. You internally screamed at yourself and desperately tried to come up with your next course of action without looking any more creepy than you already came off. The man could spot your struggle easily and just chuckled, waving you inside. You reluctantly complied, blush forming on your face as you entered.

MIN YOONGI

“So…?” he questioned aloud.

You paused for a brief moment, unsure of what he wanted from you. He caught on to your confusion and smiled.

“Was the music nice or do you normally stare at strangers?” he asked.

“N-No! Oh my god no! I’m sorry, I can explain! I heard you playing and got curious! I had no clue there was a music room in this building. When I followed the sound, I spotted you and kinda got sucked into your playing. I’m sorry for being rude, I don’t know what I was thinking. It was a very lovely tune though!”

Yoongi knew exactly what was happening and just chuckled. The Pied Piper always entrances those who hear him play, this was no different. But seeing you so flustered was entertaining to say the least.

“I’m only teasing. Thank you for the compliment though. I’m still getting used to the guitar but haven’t quite figured it out fully.” he said.

“Oh wow, you could’ve fooled me! I thought you sounded pretty amazing. But if this is still something you’re learning, I can only imagine what the future holds.” you praised once more.

“I think you’re giving me far too much credit, but your words are much appreciated.”

Yoongi tried to hide the creeping blush, your compliments making him turn shy and nervous. Especially seeing as they came directly from you of all people, it was making it hard for him to look you in the eye.

“I’m serious. I wish I could’ve heard you play sooner. It’s…comforting. Like I could let all my worries go. I don’t think I’m explaining it well enough. But sometimes I think that’s how music should be. It can invoke feelings I don’t think words could ever truly describe and it’s okay to not be able to. Even if I don’t know what’s being said or even what it means, it always finds a way to make me feel. That’s what makes it so special. I’m not exactly a music buff but I really do enjoy it. It actually helps me get my creative juices flowing!”

Yoongi paused for a moment, really studying you up close. Something about what you said struck a chord with him. Yoongi loves music, they all do. Most of their pride is stored in music, something so far ingrained in them that they could never step away from it even if they tried. Not everyone can understand the devotion one has for the things they love and yet here you are pinning down the exact way he feels. Music doesn’t need to be explained, understood, or dissected. Music just needs to be felt and shared, even if the words aren’t that of your motherland. You were good. Too good. And he was definitely hooked.

“You are far more interesting than you led on.” he said with a soft smile.

You blinked several times, trying to understand if that was a good or bad thing.

“I use this room the most but I’ve been gone for a while. I think you had moved in during then and that’s probably why you were unaware of its existence.” he explained, changing the topic.

“That makes sense! Well, I’m glad you returned safely and…Oh! I almost forgot! My name is (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” you announced, bowing to him.

Yoongi smiled at you, taking advantage of your brief moment of looking away from him to admire your beauty. Damn you were cute. It didn’t take long to see why his brothers fell like dominos around you. Your entire being was addictive.

“Yoongi. It’s nice to meet you too.”

“Yoongi?” you questioned more to yourself.

He looked at you, waiting for you to continue but you never did. This felt like deja vu all over again. Where had you heard that name? This was happening far more frequently than you cared to admit and it was bugging you that you couldn’t pinpoint the correct answer. Yoongi watched with an amused glint in his eye, observing your furrowed brow and scrunched up nose. Were you always this expressive to the public? It was entertaining, adorable even.

“Oh! Yoongi!! Jimin’s Yoongi!” you exclaimed excitedly.

Yoongi’s face fell. What the hell did that mean?

“I’m sorry what?” he questioned.

“You’re the second oldest! Min Yoongi, right? That makes so much sense! Jimin first introduced you as ‘Our Yoongi’ and said you were away on a business trip! You were with Jungkook and…” you said trailing off, cocking your head to ponder again.

“That would be me.” a voice called out, catching the two of you by surprise.

KIM NAMJOON

When you turned around you were staring at a man with the body of a god. You mentally had to stop yourself from looking at his exposed arms, his attire indicating he had just recently finished a workout session. He was tall, slick from his sweat, and had a nice golden glow to him. What the fuck? This was cruel. Was the universe trying to destroy you today?

In his hand was an iced caffeinated drink. Yoongi practically pounced on it, happily taking the beverage and sipping on it. You watched him, finding his actions adorable. He kinda looked like a cat when he did that and it was cute. The rising smile was evident and Namjoon had the luxury of observing it without your knowledge. He actually had the luxury of observing all of you and dare I say he was very pleased.

You turned back to Namjoon, beaming up at him now.

“Hello, my name’s (Y/N), it’s an honor to finally meet all of you.”

Namjoon chuckled, not only with what you said but also at the fact you were clearly struggling with your rising blush and curious eyes. The others did say you get flustered easily and it was hard not to coo over you. They were definitely right about that, among many other things too. But their descriptions of your beauty, your true beauty, were lacking. No words could ever describe how these 7 men see you. How they’ve always seen you. Having been in separation for so long, finally having you presented in front of them as you are now was like staring at a goddess. Your innocent doe eyes, your beautifully sunkissed skin, your soft curvaceous figure, your locks that crowned your head; all of it was hypnotic. All of it was pure. All of it was something they wanted to taint so lovingly, so viciously, so intimately. You were their life and their ruin.

“Namjoon, likewise. My brothers speak very highly of you. I’m happy such a positive influence has entered our lives.”

You took note of the way Namjoon spoke to you, almost like he was in charge of the others. You found that a tad bit odd given he was the 4th oldest according to Taehyung. Maybe you were reading too far into it. Yeah, that’s probably it.

“That’s my line. You’ve all helped me out quite a bit! It took me some time to get used to the transportation systems, the street signs, the scammers, and the cultists. Jungkook showed me the best street vendors and Seokjin explained which times to go to which convenient stores to avoid crowds. Hoseok offered many shortcuts I could take to get to my destination fast and Taehyung and Jimin are always giving me a helping hand here or around the area. There’s honestly too much to count how many times I was assisted. I feel so lucky I got to meet you all so soon after arriving here.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Does that mean you like it here in Korea so far?” Namjoon asked with a dimpled smile.

Your eyes lit up, your inner child showing itself on full display. You raved on and on about your admiration for many cultures but how none impacted you more than South Korea. You explained what it was that inspired you and how much in depth research you’ve done on the history and current trends. Your determination and intelligence was showing and it more than made you look more attractive to Namjoon.

He admired your need to learn about their culture. In fact, he loved that. A new found respect was growing for you, followed closely by his fondness. He could tell Yoongi felt the same way, having overheard your conversation about music. Plus his face gave it away even more so now, with the way his eyes held a surprise look as he continued to hear you speak so passionately.

“I’m sorry…I must sound like I’m rambling.” you giggled sheepishly.

“No, it’s nice to hear someone speak so passionately about our culture. It fills me with pride to be honest. To know that there are people out there who care enough to learn about us feels good, for lack of a better word.” Namjoon admitted with a bashful smile, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.

“I think it’s far more normal than you think.” you said playfully hitting his arm without thinking.

It was only supposed to be a friendly gesture to ease someone’s embarrassment or to lighten the tension in a conversation. However, in that moment it became something entirely unexplainable. As soon as the back of your hand made contact with Namjoon’s arm, something surged inside your body.

It struck up your arm, down your abdomen, and straight to your toes. It wasn’t painful, just sudden and unfamiliar. Once the initial shock wore off, your heart began to race, your face felt flushed, and your stomach tickled. Your legs were like jelly and your knees got weak. The first audible thing out of your mouth was an elongated sensual moan.

Namjoon and Yoongi were immediately put on high alert, concerned for your sudden pained expression. Namjoon reached out to grip your forearms, hoping he could steady your staggering figure. But as soon as he did that, another moan escaped your lips. Namjoon froze, his eyes turning into an instant crimson shade upon hearing your throaty pants. It was then he realized you weren’t in pain, you were aroused. Very. Aroused.

Yoongi could smell it too. That oddly familiar yet unfamiliar scent leaking from between your legs. Oh how that alone sent him over the edge. By that point Yoongi had discarded his sweatshirt, the heat making him lose his cool. He witnessed how you were about to fall over and grabbed for the closest thing he could grip; your hips. Another moan left your lips and you unintentionally bucked back into his crotch. Yoongi had to tighten his hold on you, stopping your movements before he too lost control.

“Namjoon, what the hell is happening?” Yoongi asked through gritted teeth.

“I-I don’t know. It’s like every time we touch her, she loses control. I don’t even think she knows what she’s doing.” Namjoon interpreted.

“I don’t know how much longer I have before I lose it next. What do we do? We can’t just leave her here, but the more we touch her the harder it becomes for all of us.”

Namjoon needed a minute to think but that was far harder given their current circumstances. He thought back to when they reached out to the elder mage, the woman who put them in this newly formed life. And then it dawned on him. The soulmate bond.

“It…It has to be our bond. Our soulmate bond. S-She said that…after she meets all 7 of us…she’ll start to feel the side effects too. This has to be it. If nothing else, this has to prove she’s…she’s the one.” Namjoon shuttered out.

“D-Damnit, I want her so bad.” Yoongi whined.

“We have to keep it under control. Set her down, gently. Grab something to cool her off with. She’s burning up.” Namjoon instructed.

They did just that, placing your squirming figure on the carpeted floor before grabbing some magazines and loose papers to start fanning you. Your weird haze had started to calm down, your body temperature decreasing as you began to regain control over your ragged breathing. When you opened your eyes, you were met with both a concerned looking Namjoon and Yoongi. What just happened? You were so confused and so tired.

“Yoon..gi? Namjoon?” you asked, blinking your eyes to clear your vision.

“You okay?” Yoongi asked.

“You scared us there for a minute.” Namjoon stated.

“What happened? Did I pass out?” you asked with slight concern.

“I think you’ve been overworking yourself. Jimin had said that you’d been coming home later and later.” Yoongi said.

He hated not being fully honest but at the same time he wasn’t wrong. Arielle had gone back home to France, the incident at the nightclub having messed with her more than she’d led on. However, you and Jiwoo were still in need for the project and you both had to take up her role. The design company was breathing down your back to get this project done, more than elated that a crucial member had left so suddenly. That meant you both were required to work longer hours and it really had been tiring you out.

Everyone was well aware who your boss was, thanks to Seokjin might I add, and the thought of his…inappropriate management over you was really starting to grate heavily on their nerves. They were going to deal with that later. Right now, their priority was you.

“I’m…sorry…for being such an inconvenience to you both. I feel…so horrible.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for.” Namjoon encouraged.

“We’re just glad you’re okay.” Yoongi added.

You sat up, their eyes on you each step of the way. You rubbed your head slightly before turning to the nearest person to thank them once more. That happened to be Yoongi. But instead of doing what you were initially planning to do, your eyes caught sight of Yoongi’s bare arms. Were they always exposed like that? Were they always that muscular??? Your eyes lingered a tad bit longer than intended and you quickly turned your head away from him. The blush was forming full force and the heat followed quickly afterwards.

You never meant to assume but Yoongi was so bundled up in a hoodie and sweats that you failed to realize just how toned he was. You could tell he was lean but you never realized how defined he was. You wondered if more of his body was that way. If Namjoon was similar. If any of them were….No. You had to stop these thoughts. You were going to ruin yourself thinking like this. There’s no way you had a chance…right?

Namjoon must’ve taken notice of your darkened face, a solemn look present. What were you thinking so intently about while looking so…sad?

“Maybe you should lie down.” Namjoon suggested.

“Would you like us to escort you back to your room?”

You smiled sweetly at them both, at first going to decline. But something inside of you begged you to say yes. And that’s what you did. What could hurt? Namjoon helped you up, taking note that you didn’t react violently this time. Yoongi observed closely too, keeping his eye trained on anything that stood out to him that seemed out of the ordinary, or, as out of the ordinary as it could be given they’d only known you the past hour or so. When all seemed fine, they walked you back to the 3rd floor and to your room.

“Thank you both again. I think I really have been overworked lately. It’s too bad though, I was hoping to spend the time roaming around.” you said with a pout.

Just then, a sudden thought popped into his head.

“When you feel well rested, we can take you out in the area for the evening.” Namjoon offered.

Those pretty eyes of yours lit up with an energetic glint. You couldn’t help the rising smile and the youthful glow radiating your soft features.

“A-Are you sure? Do either of you mind?” you asked once more for clarification.

Namjoon chuckled and Yoongi smiled.

“Yeah, we’d love to. Plus, think of it as thanks for looking out for you.” Yoongi added.

“I’m sure the others would love to tag along too. If that’s cool with you.” Namjoon

“I’d very much love that actually! Just give me a couple of hours to get this headache gone and I’ll contact you all.”

You all agreed and went your separate ways. The two lingered a bit longer to ensure you made it to bed safely before making their way down the hall. They reached a communal lounge room where the other 5 members were sitting in wait. When Namjoon and Yoongi took their seats to settle, it was Namjoon who spoke up first.

“I think we need to discuss…something very important,” he announced.

“Is it about…” Jimin started, trailing off while fiddling with his fingers.

“…(Y/N). It’s about (Y/N) right?” Seokjin asked, gliding his hand through his hair.

“She’s totally our soulmate.” Hoseok scoffed, taking a swig from his scotch cup.

“Yeah…she is.” Namjoon confirmed.

“What do we do now?” Jungkook questioned, cocking his head curiously.

“That’s what we need to discuss, correct?” Taehyung assumed with a sigh.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Yoongi admitted.

“We need to contact the elder mage. Immediately. She’ll know exactly what to do.”

And with that, they continued their discussion into the late evening, constructing the best course of action to finally make this work. To officially call you theirs.

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— Summary: You’re a recent grad who was given the dream opportunity to intern abroad in South Korea. When you moved into a small, somewhat homely, apartment complex in Gangnam, you were pleasantly surprised to have become neighbors with 7 very intriguing, very charming, very handsome young men. You weren’t expecting them to have become so attached to you so quickly and that’s probably because you’re actually their reincarnated soulmate. To make matters even more convoluted, they’re also part of the mafia, they’re demons, and they’re heir to the throne of the underworld. Who’d thought that your once normal life would change so drastically over the course of such a short time?

— Pairing: demon lord! mafia boss! bts x poc! curvy! intern! reader

— Genre: super fluff / poly!au / mafia!au / demon!au / soft yandere!au / soulmate! au

— Status: On Going

— Warnings: mentions of the pandemic, mentions of multiple attempts at sexual assault, erotic thoughts, violent actions, illegal dealings, fluff

— Word Count: 4.6k

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**AUTHORS NOTE**

Here’s chapter 2! Please enjoy!! :D 

lol have my authors notes ever been this short?? :P

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You were a couple of weeks into your new routine and it was more or less amazing. You eased into the work setting far quicker than you had ever expected and you became a fan favorite amongst your seniors. Your diligent work ethic, adaptability, and cooperation amongst peers and collaborators was an ideal standard your internship expected. You even made two new companions in the process: Gwan Jiwoo and Arielle Monet. Jiwoo was one of the many collaborators from a big named pharmaceutical company in Korea and Arielle, known as Ari, was actually another foreign intern from France who had been working here a couple of months prior to your arrival.

The three of you were put into a long term project together; you as the designer, Ari as the director, and Jiwoo as the informant for what the pharmaceutical company was looking for. You all meshed so well together that it was hard not to ease into eachothers varying personalities. Your seniors were very pleased with this, as they were clearly fearful of upsetting this company, and often checked on you regularly to ensure all was still kosher.

What made things even better was your relationship with Taehyung and Jimin. You weren’t sure how long they’re friendly gestures would last but you found yourself pleasantly surprised by their continuous kind and caring actions towards you. It felt safe to call them friends at this point and the thought of that made you happier than it did when compared to Jiwoo and Ari.

Though you liked both Jiwoo and Ari very much, it was quite clear they had already established their own separate friend circles. You never really did get to see any of Jiwoo’s friends, always calling and harassing the poor man to come out. But that was the extent of it. Ari, on the other hand, was a bit different. She always had pictures and videos and meet ups with her friends. You actually met all three girls in her circle. They were friendly and nice and easy to talk to.

Unfortunately, they held a much more party-esque personality which was quite the opposite of your own indoors, homebound style. They respected that and actually spotted you an offer due to it. Apparently, a renowned nightclub known as HOPE WORLD was opening back up after the COVID restrictions finally lifted. It’s one of the most popular clubs in the world, difficult to get in and highly sought after. The club manager requires very specific requirements that are absolutely mandatory just to get your name cleared to be considered eligible to enter. One of those things was a designated contact, one that can be available 24/7 in case something happens to the person or party who used that contact. And they wanted you to be that.

You agreed without any hesitation, happy to lend a hand. And because of you, they were accepted full access inside the club. They felt that pampering and lavishing you for the remainder of the week was an acceptable payment for your kindness. You tried to decline their gestures but still found yourself eating the meals they’d bring you or keeping the cute trinkets from the stores they’d visited. You felt this was a bit overboard, not understanding the dying need to get inside this club. Was it really as great as they claimed? You couldn’t help but wonder as the day approached for you to be on standby while your acquaintances visited HOPE WORLD.

JUNG HOSEOK

‘Taehyung, tell me when these visions started up.’ Jin texted in the groupchat.

‘The day I met her. Granny introduced me and within a couple of minutes I was entranced. It was so weird.’ Taehyung responded.

‘Jimin, you started getting these vivid scenes too?’ Jin texted once more.

‘Yeah…but it was like instantly after Taehyung brought her.” Jimin stated.

‘Seems like the more of us she meets, the quicker the progression takes hold.’ Yoongi texted.

‘So…What does that mean?’ Jimin asked.

‘She’s our soulmate, right? She has to be!’ Taehyung typed.

‘Slow down there. We need to figure this out one step at a time.’ Seokjin chastised.

‘She’s only met you two, right?’ Yoongi questioned.

‘Yeah. We’ve been keeping an eye on her. But it’s like the more we’re around her…the deeper this feeling is.’ Jimin admitted.

‘I’ll get a hold of the elder mage about this. For the time being, just keep doing what you’re doing.’ Yoongi said.

‘Hell of a time to be in Japan right now.’ Taehyung teased.

‘How are Namjoon and Jungkook?’ Jimin inquired.

The conversation switched topics rather quickly in the group chat shared between the 7 men. Hoseok stared at his phone, reading over what was stated with a curious thought. He’d hope he’d get to meet you sooner rather than later. He found you very intriguing but was never blessed with the opportunity to see you loitering around the apartment. To be fair, he was preparing the club for tonight’s events and that required early mornings and even later nights for the past month. So much preparation was needed, but Hoseok was an exceedingly diligent man and accepted the unfavorable conditions he had to endure for this.

HOPE WORLD was like his baby and he needed to ensure it was as perfect and ready as he had always had it. Speaking of, he went over the paperwork submissions who were cleared for entry. He happened to pick up one of a group of 4 young girls. The contact listed took him by surprise, a wide smile creeping on his face as he put 2 and 2 together. What were the chances that (Y/N) (L/N) would be listed as a designated contact?

To clarify, designated contacts need to go through serious background checks. You don’t get to put just anyone on there, your designated contact needs to also be cleared before group entry can be cleared. Therefore, Hoseok had access to a lot of your personal information. He got to find out about you before you found out anything about him.

Your picture alone was adorable to look at. You were very attractive and, according to both his younger brothers, you had an even more attractive personality. The thought of you was making a weird feeling stir in the pit of his stomach. You’d never even come in contact yet and he was already getting triggered.

Before his thoughts could go any further, a knock came to the door. Hoseok allowed access to the person and it was Chunja, his right hand woman, a gumiho, coming to deliver the all clear for opening up to the public. Hoseok smirked, pleased to hear this as he got up to coat himself in his bright red jacket. He had a feeling tonight was going to be one he’d never forget.

The crowd was bustling. It was lively, intense, invigorating. Hoseok watched from the VIP section as the dancers below let loose from their everyday worries. It was entertaining to see humans finally remove their masks, to allow their bodies to break free from the chains of traditions, rules, and laws. Ironic, given the club followed a strict guideline, but not so much so that they couldn’t be free and have fun.

While the party ensued, he was notified that the two families who rented out the private rooms had finally arrived and started negotiations. Though HOPE WORLD is a nightclub, it is also a cover up for dirty dealings and negotiations between people who’d rather not let the law know about their actions. Hoseok was pleased to hear all was going well and instructed that the guards keep watch over some of the loitering members from the families who had to wait outside the rooms. Unfortunately, this order was put out a little too late.

Within the next hour, Hoseok was immediately called down to the private rooms where a scuffle took place. When he reached the location, he saw that it was far from what he was initially told. 4 girls lay inside in one of the unoccupied rooms. Two were completely passed out but being checked by Chunja, one was throwing up in the corner in the back, and the other, the only non-korean girl, was crying in the arms of one of the guards.

Face down on the floor were several men who had no shirts on and some who were almost completely naked. The guards had them pinned to the ground, bruised and bloodied from attempting to fight off the staff. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was happening here and Hoseok was beyond livid. For now though, he had to maintain his cool.

Walking over to the non-korean girl crying on the couch, he began gently questioning her.

“T-They….they said that…they just wanted to drink with us and talk. W-When we drank the drinks…” the girl trailed off.

Hoseok followed where she lazily pointed to. He picked up the partially filled cup and sniffed it. It was clearly roofied but with a drug that was far more complex then your typical date-rape substance. He set the cup back down and the girl began bawling.

“They were…they were going to…”

Hoseok hushed her, urging her to speak no more. He knew what she was going to say and did not want her to feel embarrassed speaking the trauma out loud. Though she had no reason to feel embarrassed, that did not prevent it from being present.

“What is your name?” he asked.

“A-Arielle. Arielle Monet.”

Arielle? That name sounded vaguely familiar. Within a matter of seconds, another guard came in with her file. He skimmed it and immediately recognized the name. (Y/N) (L/N). So you were their designated contact. How interesting. Hoseok gave thorough instructions to the staff present. The men from the families were to be removed and placed somewhere in secret, the girls needed to be checked medically, accommodated, and prepared to be sent home, and Hoseok himself was going to make the call to you.

It was 10 minutes max before you came rushing into the club, escorted to a separate private room where the girls were relocated. Inside was Hoseok, Chunja, and the group. Your immediate response was to embrace Arielle, checking over her exposed skin to see of any immediate damage. You spoke briefly, your typical conversation between two friends in a situation such as this before she approached both Hoseok and Chunja.

“Thank you! Thank you for taking care of them. For stopping those…those monsters from…” you took a deep sigh.

“Thank you for being so diligent and thorough. Were the police called?” you asked, calming down a bit.

Hoseok and Chunja observed you for a brief moment before speaking.

“The appropriate actions have been made, ma’am. We did a medical checkup on all the girls and nothing aside from being drugged had transpired. If they feel like heading to the hospital, then we can accommodate the costs. Aside from that, they are free to leave.” Chunja spoke first.

“Don’t their statements need to be taken?” you questioned, cocking your head.

Hoseok stayed silent, not saying anything. Chunja shot him a look before speaking again.

“Given the trauma they’ve just experienced, we found it more appropriate to have them go home and rest instead of having them lingering here any longer.”

For some reason, even though something about that was logically wrong, you felt it was no longer appropriate to push the issue. The girls really did look tired and it was late. You thanked them one last time before some staff members assisted you by bringing them out to a car and sending them home. Once you all had left, Chunja looked at Hoseok with a raised brow.

“What was that?” she asked.

Hoseok finally snapped out of his daze before looking at Chunja.

“Huh?”

“Boss, are you okay?” she said with slight concern.

“Uh…yeah. Sorry about that, I don’t know what came over me.”

Chunja lingered around a bit longer before accepting his response.

“Where are those men at?” Hoseok asked.

“In the basement, the families have been notified and have….agreed to cut their losses.” she stated.

“Good, because I’m feeling really pissed right now.” he mumbled, grabbing a nailed bat from a hidden compartment in the wall.

An hour had passed before Hoseok pulled up to the small apartment complex. He was no longer sporting his red suit and he had to change out of his, no longer, white shirt. He had sighed, the pent up frustrations finally leaving his body. Walking up the stairs he saw the back of a short curvy figure. When the figure turned around, so did his mood.

“Oh! Hello there.” you said, offering him a smile.

“Hello, fancy seeing you here.” he responded back.

“I live on the 3rd floor actually, and you?” you asked.

“3rd floor as well.”

You paused for a moment, studying his face before a look of realization hit you.

“Uhm…are you by chance…related to Taehyung and Jimin?” you asked.

That heart shaped smile appeared followed by a chuckle.

“Yeah, those are my little brothers. They’ve been nice to you right?”

Seeing your eyes brighten and a wide smile beaming, it made Hoseok’s heart skip a beat. He completely understood why his brothers were so smitten. Why Taehyung was so convinced you were their soulmate. This feeling, this indescribable feeling the two younger ones felt had to be what Hoseok was experiencing. He was elated. He was hooked. He was going to make you theirs.

KIM SEOKJIN

Seokjin sighed with a heavy undertone of irritation. How many times this year has this happened? How many trips had he had to make just to visit this one man? He was getting tired of it and his patience was wearing thin. He had hoped for Don Jihyo’s sake, that this would be the last time.

Seokjin was on his way to retrieve late loan money. Again. Don Jihyo is a 38 year old lead director at a small yet well known design company. He has issues with maintaining money and often takes out loans he had no chance of actually paying back. Beaten within an inch of his life thanks to some loan sharks, he enlisted the help from the mafia who took pity on his situation and offered aid. Unfortunately, he has a nasty habit of not paying back his monthly statements and Seokjin is being sent to find out why.

“Poor bastard probably went gambling again. Does he ever learn?” he asked aloud.

Getting out of his car, entering the building, and going to the top floor, he was met with more than a few stares. He was used to this, people often becoming charmed by his looks, even in passing. But right now, he couldn’t relish in it. No, instead he had to waste his time going after a man who had no business running a company. He probably wasn’t even paying his employees properly either. How irritating.

When he reached the designated door, he didn’t even bother knocking, waltzing right on in with a blank look on his face. However, to his surprise, sat an additional figure. One with doe eyes, pretty brown skin, and plush lips. That person was none other than you. Jimin and Taehyung said you were interning at a design company but he must’ve missed the details of it being this design company. Of all companies, why this one? His gaze lingered on you a bit before turning to Jihyo. God the older man looked terrified but he was clearly up to something. Seokjin didn’t like that.

“M-Mr. Kim! What a surprise to have you show up! What brings you in today?” Jihyo stuttered.

You looked warly between Seokjin and Jihyo, unsure of what you should do. Jihyo made no attempt at dismissing you, taking advantage of your innocence to prevent Seokjin from doing anything…violent. What an asshole. Seokjin twitched, his irritation bubbling from within. Why was this pissing him off more than it should?

“Could you excuse us ma’am?” Seokjin politely asked.

“Of course, I-”

“No Ms. (Y/N), stay.” Jihyo said firmly.

You paused your actions midway, frozen and unsure of how to proceed. Seokjin shot Jihyo a look. A very deadly look. Not for the reasons you’re thinking though. No. For the simple fact he so much as uttered your name in a demanding tone. His skin was crawling and his blood was boiling. He’d never get this mad. Never. There were people who have physically done worse and Seokjin never so much as flinched. So why now? Why is the most collected and calm mafia member amongst his brothers about to shoot this man into a bloody pulp?

It was because of you. You were the reason why. And Seokjin realized it fairly quickly. His out of character feelings were all stemming from his desire for you. To be near you. Around you. Inside of you. Oh how this sudden rush of lust, longing, and desire hit him at the worst possible moment. And Jihyo was ruining this euphoric reunion. He needs to be removed. Now.

“Mr. Don. I think it’s best I leave.” you suggested with a slightly shaky voice.

Jihyo grabbed your hand, rubbing circles at the top of your skin. The feeling made you nauseous, a sense of dread engulfing you slowly. Arielle had told you that Jihyo was a pervert, especially to young pretty staff members. But you had never been with him alone before, not until now at least. Arielle or Jiwoo were always by your side so he could never make a move on you. Now that Arielle was temporarily on leave and Jiwoo was out of town, the project was on hold and you were left alone. You had silently thanked Seokjin for walking in when he did, but it seems that Jihyo remains shameless, even now.

Unfortunately for him, he had pushed Seokjin’s last button. He grabbed Jihyo’s wrist and ripped his hand from around yours. He glared a menacing look at the older man, eyes now fully developed into a crimson red.

“Do you always sexually harass your staff members or is it only when someone is watching? You fucking pervert.”

Jihyo stayed quiet, a look of fear evident in his eyes. You stood there stunned, watching the scene unfold before you.

“Miss,” Seokjin said, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Please excuse us and wait outside.”

You nodded, not even giving it a second thought. As soon as you closed the door, Seokjin turned his attention back on Jihyo. He swiftly pulled out one of his handguns and pointed the cold metallic tip to the older man’s forehead.

“Listen and listen well. By the end of this month, if you don’t pay back what you owe, I’ll blow your fucking brains out. If you touch any of your staff members inappropriately, I’ll bow your fucking brains out. And if you ever so much as breathe around that girl again, I’ll drag you to hell myself and feed your corpse to satan. Do I make myself clear?”

“I-I…”

“I said,”

Seokjin clocked the gun, the familiar sound sinking deep within the ears of Jihyo.

“Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-Yes sir. Yes sir, I swear on my life. I swear to god I will.” he said, tears in his eyes.

Seokjin held the gun momentarily before putting it away. The man fell to his knees, cradling himself before profusely thanking Seokjin for giving him one last chance. Lucky for him, you were the reason he was still alive. Seokjin had every intention of killing Jihyo today but he didn’t want you being around for that. He knows Jihyo will probably die by the end of the month anyway so he’ll wait for it to be more appropriate.

When he walked out the door and down the hallway, he wasn’t expecting you to be waiting there with a bottle of green tea. You cradled the bottle in your arms, deep in thought. You were completely unaware that he was standing near you with a charming smirk plastered on his face. You were so oblivious and so cute. So innocent. So intoxicating.

“You okay?” he asked.

You jumped a little before looking up at him. You blinked several times and then bowed to the man. When you stood back up, you handed him the drink. He looked at it and then back at you confused.

“It’s for you, as thanks.” you shyly stated, cheeks flushed.

Cute. Seokjin took the bottle and bowed back.

“There was no need for that but I won’t turn down a gift.” he said with a smile.

“No. I should be doing more for you. I…I had been told a few times about Jihy- I mean Mr. Don’s behavior but this was the first time I had to experience it. If it weren’t for you…I..” you said trailing off.

“Listen,” Seokjin started.

“If he ever does anything to you again; touching, flirting, abusing his power. Anything at all. Let me know.” he said handing you a piece of paper.

You observed the writing, a phone number and name written on it. Kim Seokjin. Oh. Kim Seokjin!

“You’re…the oldest one. What a small world.” you said to yourself.

It took a minute to register what you said before he smiled sheepishly at you.

“Ahhh~, so my brothers talk about me huh? I hope they didn’t say anything bad about me.”

“Oh no no no! They always say good things! I promise! Jimin and Taehyung are always boasting about you! Even Hoseok complimented how good of a big brother you are!”

You kept talking excitedly about his younger brothers and something about that warmed his heart. The more you explained the more comfortable you got around him and the more expressive you became. Seeing this side of you was absolutely worth having to deal with Jihyo. Maybe he’d be a little less ruthless about how he’d murder him later.

JEON JUNGKOOK

Jungkook leaned against the car seat, thankful that he was free for the rest of the day. His flight from Japan with Namjoon and Yoongi had just landed and he was given the green light to go and rest. There was no telling him twice, as he immediately made a beeline for one of their waiting cars to take him back to the apartment.

That trip took more out of him than he’d ever imagine it would. He knew it wasn’t some simple deal between Bangtan and the Hideo family, but he wasn’t expecting it to have been as intense and suffocating as it was. Luckily, everything worked out and he know longer had to be in such a stuffy atmosphere anymore. Now he could just go home and relax in his bed. At least, that was the plan.

As soon as he made it to the apartment and up the stairs, his grandmother took no time in locating and babying him. They always did this, even when he was just an infant. It’s like everyone around him forgot that he was over the age of 20 and, in most cases, both taller and bigger than them. Though, he kinda liked it when it happened, especially from his grandmother. The fact that she (and many of the other older caretakers) treated them all like they were your people, like they weren’t the demon lord, kinda made him feel normal.

Unfortunately, her antics attracted more unwanted attention from neighboring individuals. First it was Jimin who came and started hugging and ruffing up his hair. This was followed by Taehyung who looped his arm around Jungkook’s shoulders and tugged him into his chest. Jungkook couldn’t help the bubbling laugh but he truly was exhausted and just wanted to lay down now.

“How was the trip?” Jimin asked happily.

“It wasn’t bad. The meeting took…a long time but they accommodated us nicely. I feel like my face got all puffy from the flight though.” Jungkook pouted.

“Ahhh~ It’s not a big deal. It’ll go down after some time.” Taehyung encouraged.

“Did you want something to eat before heading off to bed?” their grandmother asked, inspecting his hands and face.

Jungkook was about to decline the offer when all of sudden he caught a moving figure in the corner of his eye. Instinctively, he went on alert, throwing a threatening gaze at the eavesdropper when all of sudden he froze in his spot. There you were, standing there nervously with a shy gaze. You had a ladle in your hand and a cute purple apron wrapped around your body. It accentuated your curvaceous figure nicely and Jungkook couldn’t help but linger his gaze on you. So you were the one his brothers were so caught up with.

You felt like you did something wrong when everyone just stared at you and kept quiet. Your face flushed and you looked at the grandmother pleadingly. She caught on to how uncomfortable her grandsons were making you and decided to take action.

“Jungkookie, this is (Y/N), our new resident. You two are closest in age actually. Make sure to look out for her, okay?”

Jungkook smiled and approached you, his boldness coming through so suddenly and unexpectedly. You made him want to be daring. You gave him energy. You enticed him. And all you were doing was standing there doing nothing. It felt almost challenging and it excited his inner daredevil.

When he was standing in front of you, he took pride in the fact that you were so much smaller than him. How you had to strain your neck to look him in the eye. How you looked so fragile and weak before him. God this was such a weird feeling. Like you were put there before him to be protected. Like he’d snap anyone’s neck who’d even looked at you the wrong way, touched you the wrong way, or even thought of you the wrong way. Jungkook felt this overbearing need to keep you hidden from the world. Safe from its malice. From all it’s evil.

“H-Hello. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” you said with shyness still evident.

Your sweet voice was like an angelic tune entering his ears. He’d never heard anything so soft and comforting before.

“The pleasure is all mine. I’m glad to have you here.”

Jungkook never broke eye contact with you, mesmerized by your beauty, by your scent, by your-

“Jungkook, stop scaring our friend!” Jimin said, slapping his back really hard.

The hit was hard enough to send the youngest staggering forward a little, bumping into you in the process. In response, he grabbed your arm and pulled you a bit too close to his chest. Though it was an honest accident, he couldn’t help but appreciate the current dynamic right now.

“I think you forget you’re a buff bunny sometimes and a bit tall in stature too.” Taehyung teased.

Jungkook let go quickly and apologized. You beamed at him in return, thanking him for keeping you steady.

“Granny helped me make some food. It’s available if you’d like some. Only if you want though! I didn’t mean to overhear, but I heard you just came back and there’s plenty to go around. But no pressure, it’s no big deal!”

Your nervousness was going to make Jungkook implode. You were being way too cute for your own good and it was affecting more than just him. Jimin and Taehyung couldn’t help being as mesmerized as the youngest was, your flustered self causing their hearts to do all sorts of tricks.

“Sure, I’d love to.” Jungkook said.

You smiled happily at the man before leading him back into the communal kitchen. Taehyung and Jimin followed instantly without hesitation, almost like lost puppies. Their grandmother watched it all unfold before her, a knowing smile present on her lips. How easily they followed after you. How quickly they yielded to your voice. There was no mistaking it. You were no ordinary human. You were their soulmate. Their long sought after soulmate. And you were finally coming back into union after so many years of separation. How delightful she felt.

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— Summary: You’re a recent grad who was given the dream opportunity to intern abroad in South Korea. When you moved into a small, somewhat homely, apartment complex in Gangnam, you were pleasantly surprised to have become neighbors with 7 very intriguing, very charming, very handsome young men. You weren’t expecting them to have become so attached to you so quickly and that’s probably because you’re actually their reincarnated soulmate. To make matters even more convoluted, they’re also part of the mafia, they’re demons, and they’re heir to the throne of the underworld. Who’d thought that your once normal life would change so drastically over the course of such a short time?

— Pairing: demon lord! mafia boss! bts x poc! curvy! intern! reader

— Genre: super fluff / poly!au / mafia!au / demon!au / soft yandere!au / soulmate! au

— Status: On Going

— Warnings: erotic thoughts, different pov changes, mentioning of the pandemic

— Word Count: 3.0k

~MASTERPOST~

CHAPTERS:Prev-Next

**AUTHORS NOTE**

It’s here! Like most new stories I start, I got super excited and splurged. Anywho, like I said, this story is going to be written (slightly) differently. There will be many POV changes more than likely the entire series. Also, I want to write this series more like a culmination of drabbles so they’re going to be roughly this length. The next three chapters, the reader is going to be like a secondary character because we see the POV of all the guys first impressions of her. This will then transition to a different scenario (more than likely) as the story progresses. We’ll see as we go though! :D 

P.S. You may have noticed that the synopsis as altered a bit btw!

Anyway, I tried to read over this many times to ensure it was properly edited but I will probably come back a little later to review it again! Thanks so much and stay tuned for the next chapter…soon! ^~^

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It seemed like such a far off dream. A desire that had slowly diminished into nothing more than a fantasy. When the pandemic hit, all your plans had practically ceased to exist. Your trips, your job opportunities, your idea of finally starting your career. Gone in the blink of an eye. You couldn’t even graduate college like a normal person, seeing your name on a live social media page claiming that you had successfully obtained your degree.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t cry, curse, and blame the world for screwing you over so cruelly. But you were far from the only one and you admittedly were better off than many other people. You were disgusted in yourself, feeling selfish for complaining about your circumstances. But that vile feeling sat in the pit of your stomach and you couldn’t help feeling screwed over, even if your situation wasn’t as bad as many others.

You spent that next year working deeply on yourself in response, digging in and addressing rooted trauma, toxic beliefs, and unhelpful coping mechanisms that you had built and lived in since your days as a middle schooler. You became a bit more spiritual, believing that the universe had a plan for everyone, that you were meant for more than what was being present, and to understand gratitude. You realized that, in that moment, you may not be where you wanted to be, but, there will come a time that you will be and it’s not up to you to decide when that’ll happen.

At first, this mindset was hard to adapt to, giving up control being far more difficult than anyone ever explained, but eventually, it became second nature. Your mental health improved, your outlook on life shifted more positively, and eventually your long sought after opportunity arrived. It was sudden, unexpected, and almost unreal. Through your own self work you kept applying yourself to your craft, reaching out to people, and submitting applications for internships that would accommodate long distance working. More than not, you received no response in return, which was admittedly discouraging, but you managed to feel less and less bad about yourself the more you pushed on.

Eventually, you woke up one morning to an email in response to an abroad internship opportunity in South Korea that you had applied for. At first, you thought it was a rejection letter but soon realized it was quite the opposite. You couldn’t believe it. You pinched yourself, slapped your cheeks, and re-read the email about a thousand times to ensure the words were truly stating what was written. Your heart raced, your face felt warm, and a massive burden lifted off of you in that instant.

You celebrated with your family and family friends and spent the next couple of months gathering all of the needed documents, paperwork, records, and materials for your upcoming trip. To make matters even better, the pandemic had become less and less prevalent, life rapidly returning back to normal for arguably the world, even if people never really did change their routines like they were supposed to during it all.

Now that you’re finally here in Gangnam, standing before you was the cheap, yet oddly cute, homely apartment complex you had rented your room from. It was more of a plaza and had small mom and pop shops inside. You couldn’t explain why, but this little building already felt like home. Like, something here was pulling you to feel comforted, to feel like you belonged. Not wanting to waste any more time, you began lugging some of your heavier baggage up the outdoor staircase to get inside. Once you had finished bringing everything up, you went to the front desk to check in.

The elderly woman was far sweeter and kinder than you had expected. She kept complimenting you on how beautiful you looked and how good your Korean was. Every second spent with her, she doted on you. You were admittedly a bit flustered and taken aback, not used to such forward behavior. She talked and talked about her grandsons and how they were roughly the same age as you, all seven of them. You knew where this was going and the offer to marry them off to you was brought up on numerous occasions. Though you brushed off her offer you couldn’t help but to wonder if they’d truly be interested in ever dating a foreigner such as yourself.

Your thoughts were eventually broken when you heard the elderly woman call out to someone close by. When your curiosity got the better of you, you looked up to make eye contact with a man who had no right to be as attractive as the one before you.

“Taehyungie~! Come here for a minute!” She said, calling out affectionately.

Taehyung? Why did that name sound so familiar? Taehyung….Taehyung…Oh! Wait a minute, Taehyung. Taehyung, as in one of her grandsons. This man was….ONE of her grandsons? If he looked like that, what on earth did the others look like? You couldn’t help the rising blush and averted your gaze, too scared to continue looking at him. He quickly noticed and smirked, a sense of pride bubbling within.

KIM TAEHYUNG

You were far cuter than he had expected and he couldn’t help but linger his eyes on you a tad bit longer than he maybe should have. You were shorter than he was, curvy, and your skin held a pretty sunkissed tan to it. The way your hair crowned your head was absolutely gorgeous and those cute doe-like eyes couldn’t even maintain eye contact from how obviously shy you were being. Oh how he loved every fiber of you already. And by the smell of it, you were totally a virgin, the most intoxicating kryptonite for a demon such as himself.

But something was different. YOU were different. You weren’t just some overly pretty human virgin, you were something far more alluring. Something that sparked an indescribable ache in his chest. It clawed at his insides, thrashing desperately to get to you of all people. This sudden and unexpected feeling was foreign to Taehyung and he had to force control back just to maintain the rise in his depleting sanity.

The more he lingered in your scent the more intoxicating you became. The more he wanted to just push you up against the wall to hear your breathy moans. The way your skin slaps against his as he pulls his zipper down and starts inserting his-

“Taehyungie?” the older woman calls out again, eyebrow raised in slight confusion.

His vivid thoughts ceased in the blink of an eye, his attention falling back on the older woman who originally called him over; his grandmother.

What the actual fuck just happened? He almost seemed drunk-dazed for a moment, unsure of what just transpired before him. Had he always been this lewd towards people he found attractive? No. He was the one in constant control, not them. So then how in the hell did he yield so easily to your presence alone? He didn’t have time to figure it out now, fearing he’d slip up and do something else out of character.

“Apologies, grandmother. May I help with something?” he asked.

The elderly woman smiled up at him with knowing eyes before turning back to you.

“This is (Y/N), our lovely new resident! She moved from overseas and will be staying with us during the duration of her internship!”

So your name is (Y/N)? Why did something as simple as your name entice him everso? Oh was he gonna have fun figuring you out. He isn’t the mafia’s spy for nothing. He will dissect everything about you, even if it’s the last thing he does.

“(Y/N), this is Taehyung. He’s my second youngest grandson.”

She lowered her voice slightly before whispering something only the two of you could hear. In response, Taehyung observed your flushed reaction, now curious on what was said. He cocked a brow while the elderly woman just laughed.

“It’s nice to meet you Taehyung-ssi. Please take good care of me.” you said, bowing to him.

Taehyung stiffened at your voice. For fucks sake was there anything not attractive about you? And the way you said his name…he wanted to hear more of it. More of that sweet and lovely voice calling out his name. Over and over and over, begging him to keep going to keep thrusting-

“My Lord, control yourself.” the elderly woman chastised in a hushed manner, smacking his arm.

To you it looked like playful banter and Taehyung was grateful for that. His grandmother wasn’t wrong. He was losing himself fast around you and he really needed to reel himself back under control. Tahyung returned the smile with his own boxy one before bowing as well.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

He watched as you slightly stiffened at the obvious implications behind his words. Toying with you was hella fun and something he lowkey needed to fuel his wounded pride for succumbing to you so quickly and easily. His grandmother just rolled her eyes, catching on as well before gesturing for the conversation to move on.

She had instructed Taehyung to aid you in placing your belongings in your room. Lucky for him, you were rooming right next to each other. You tried to intervene, worried you were becoming a bother by enlisting his help, but both of them dismissed your concerns and proceeded on anyway.

After you had officially settled in, you offered both the elderly woman and Taehyung a drink from a nearby cafe you passed when you arrived. The grandmother (intentionally) declined, claiming she had other matters to attend to. Taehyung happily took you up on the offer though, stating that his brother was waiting for him there anyway.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry Taehyung-ssi! I didn’t realize you had plans and I feel terrible.” you worried out loud.

Taehyung just chuckled, waving his hand dismissively.

“It’s fine, he just arrived anyway. Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, let me just grab my wallet.” you said, a bright smile appearing again.

“Oh, one more thing.” he said, calling out to you.

You stopped midway, turning to look at him.

“Just call me Taehyung, no need to be so formal.”

You were a bit surprised and smiled in return.

“Okay, then the feeling is mutual, just (Y/N) for me then.” you said.

Taehyung just smirked before pulling out his phone. 5 missed calls and 12 text messages. Ahh~ Jimin was totally pissed. It’s been 45 minutes since he’s been at the cafe waiting but you didn’t need to know that. Luckily, he knew your appearance would squash the irritated elder and quickly texted that he was bringing a lovely surprise for him.

PARK JIMIN

Pissed couldn’t even describe what he was feeling right now. Having to sit here for almost an hour was not exactly how Jimin anticipated spending his lunch break. Especially given the fact that they needed to go over the newly acquired information Jungkook had sent him.

Jimin is very well aware that his brother could be a bit lax sometimes, but nothing like this. Not when it’s this important. As Jimin continued ruminating in his frustrations over his supposed twin, his phone chimed. He quickly looked at the glowing device before furrowing his brow.

“Sorry for making you wait. Please don’t be mad. If it makes you feel any better, I have a lovely surprise for you~”

Why did this make him feel worse? Why did he feel like he was going to strangle his brother as soon as he walked through the door. He admits he is a bit intrigued on what his message is really alluding to but no matter what, he refused to let Taehyung off the hook. Not this time dammit! About 10 minutes later and finally he sees the all too familiar tuft of brown hair. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was you.

What? Did he expect that bringing an exceedingly cute foreigner was going to make up for everything? As if. Not to mention, did he completely forget the point of their meetup? Jimin held a stern and annoyed expression solely focused on Taehyung. He refused to pay anymore attention to you, even if that was becoming increasingly harder to do the closer you approached him.

“Glad of you to finally show up.” Jimin said.

“Do you realize that I’ve been here for over 45 minutes waiting for you?”

Your eyes widened and you shot a look at Taehyung in disbelief. Taehyung just sheepishly smiled in return, weakly apologizing. Jimin was a bit surprised by your reaction, assuming you didn’t understand Korean. However, it also seemed like Taehyung must’ve sprinkled some of his whitelies your way which, for some reason, irritated him.

“I’m so sorry. This was entirely my fault.” you said speaking up.

Both men stared at you, your sudden outburst throwing them off guard.

“Uh-uhm my name is (Y/N) and I had just r-recently moved in. Taehyung helped me and it took longer t-than expected. I had no idea he had a prior engagement and I truly apologize for keeping you waiting.” you said trying to explain.

Everyone took note of your stuttering nerves, you quickly realized that all these grandsons must be ungodly attractive and your heart couldn’t handle that. Jimin twitched. Fuck. How was he supposed to be mad at that, at you? Why did he have to bring someone so freaking adorable here. Jimin took a quick glance at Taehyung before catching the ever growing smirk. That bastard totally did this on purpose. He knew damn well he could never get mad at someone like you. Someone as mesmerizing, sweet, selfless, and kind as you. And look at those soft plush lips. So kissable and…oh god what was happening? Jimin had to mentally slap himself, realizing he never responded back to you.

“I-It’s okay. It’s not your fault at all.”

Jimin stood up and bowed slightly.

“My name is Jimin, it’s a pleasure to meet you (Y/N).”

The three of you spent that afternoon getting to know each other. This was far from what you had expected but you were nothing less than grateful. With each passing minute, Jimin had become exceedingly interested in you. Like with Taehyung, it was indescribable, unfamiliar, and so sudden. All he wanted to do was scoop you off your feet and keep you hidden away from everyone, preserving that all too innocent and naive personality. Maybe you’d reward him in return, letting him explore the curves and crevices of your body. Allowing him to dip his hips into yours as you mewled for him and him alone. Oh how he’d kill to feel your flushed flesh against his-

“Jimin.” Taehyung called out.

Jimin snapped out of it.

“What the hell just happened?” Jimin asked out loud without thinking.

Luckily, you had excused yourself prior to Jimin’s lewd thoughts concerning you but it was that exact same reason he started fantasizing so vividly in the first place. Taehyung instantly caught on, for more reasons than one, and attempted to snap his brother out of the all too familiar feeling.

“I wish I could tell you.” Taehyung responded.

“You say that like you’ve experienced it.” Jimin retorted.

“Yep. Upon my first seeing her. Feels like…a trance. I’ve been trying to figure it out ever since, watching her closely and everything.”

“Do you think she’s an enemy? Someone sent in from one of the opposing families?” Jimin asked seriously.

“I…I don’t know.”

Jimin furrowed his brow. The way Taehyung said that was unsettling.

“Should we ask Yoongi?” Jimin questioned.

“I already did. I’m waiting for a response. But can I be honest?”

Jimin perked at that, curious on where this was going.

“I don’t think she’s an enemy or a spy of any kind. I can just feel it.”

Jimin stayed quiet. He, oddly, knew where Taehyung was coming from but wanted to know why they had felt this way.

“Instinct?”

“Yeah, like she was meant to be here.”

Taehyung locked eyes with Jimin, a rare look of seriousness coursing through his rapidly glowing red eyes.

“Like she’s our-”

“Sorry for the wait!” you announced.

The two suddenly jumped, unaware of your presence at first. You held an apologetic look, not meaning to scare them like that. They brushed off your concerns and the three of you finished up your stay at the cafe. It had gotten dark and you were very tired from the flight and moving in. Luckily, you didn’t have to walk back by yourself, finding out that both Jimin and Taehyung (as well as the rest of their brothers) occupied the remainder of the floor you were stationed on. You weren’t sure if you should be excited or nervous by that info but you tried not to show it.

When you reached your door, you bid the two a goodnight. Luckily, before your departure, you managed to snag their numbers, offering you to hit them up if you ever needed anything. You were very grateful for their kind demeanor and officially wandered off to bed. Jimin and Taehyung lingered a bit longer, wary of your actions. When nothing came up and you actually went to bed, the two officially left.

Jimin entered Taehyung’s room, an alert coming through Taehyung’s phone in the process. When he pulled it out and looked at it, he realized it was from Yoongi.

“He got back to me.” he announced.

Jimin wasted no time making a beeline towards Taehyung and swiftly looked over his shoulder, the two reading the message thoroughly. They stood there for a minute digesting everything they read before a soft silence blanketed them both.

“Does that mean…” Jimin trailed off a bit scared.

Taehyung took a second before turning around with a big happy boxy grin on his handsome face. That’s not exactly the expression Jimin was expecting but he was even more surprised by his next couple of words. The words he knew Taehyung didn’t get to fully say out loud at the cafe.

“Minnie! She’s the one! She’s our soulmate!! She came back to us. After all this time, she finally came back to us!”

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{first anniversary drabbles}

Pairing: Kim Taehyung / Reader.

Genre:Serial Killer AU so the warnings are pretty obvious.

Count: 1,932 words.

Kim Taehyung is a soul who takes the utmost delight in the simplest aspects of everyday life.

The way that a breeze curls its airy fingers beneath dying leaves, lifting them from the side road gutters for the briefest of moments, providing them a final dance before settling them back into their bitumen graves. How steam rises from the lip of a mug, curling against the setting of an ambient cafe, disturbed in its twirl by the passing of a child scrambling to their impatient mother or a waitress briskly strutting to their next table. The headlights that beam on a lone road, washing yellow luminescence over structures that are merely nothing more than distorted shadows when succumbed to the darkness, revealing them to be a postbox, a stray cat, a couple stumbling home on drunken soles.

How easily a knife can puncture pearl smooth skin, as effortless as easing a blade through softened butter, creating streams of crimson that texture the lines of his palms for days in beautiful mosaics of varying intensity, in the sole vivacity of life itself.

Taehyung delights in that the absolute most.

The highway is deep blue tonight. He hates such a colour, in all of its placid depth, its calm coolness. It chills him to the very bone, icy and cruel with its teeth sinking deep into his flesh in an unpleasant bite. Nothing alike to the warmth of red, crackling flames that ignite his heart, smoothing over the goosebumps that raise mountains along his arms, melding the joints of his knuckles into something gentle, easy.

Taehyung knows that it is time for somebody new. He misses the comfort he finds in vivid rose rivers.

Red is his signature. No other colour on the spectrum more lovely than the endless shades of ruby, scarlet, cherry, merlot. The Red Runner – it highlighted newspaper headlines, defined his articulate style of painting each of his victims in the marrow of their existence. Society thought it disgusting, cruel, but he knew they saw the irony, the juxtaposition of inverting what flows through their hearts, what gives them the ability to survive being exhibited in the most wonderful of masterpieces on the surface of their skin rather than being hidden in all of its beauty underneath.

Murder and blood coexist like jam and cream. Compliments to one another, vivacious, the balance between life and death. Taehyung adores such simple harmony.

He finds her at 12:08AM with battered sneakers, a stuck out thumb on the same desolate road he has been driving for hours in quiet contemplation, trying not to think too hard about the blue that consumes his vehicle in abhorrent seas. The static of the radio has only just sufficed to calm his twitching nerves, along with the occasional thump in his boot when a tyre dips in a pothole, releasing the tame scent of iron and salt, of fresh rotting. He admits he dislikes the stench, but anything is better than the taste of blue.

Taehyung eases his foot on the brake when her figure forms in the spotlight of his high beam, dimming it to a neutral glare when he notices her shielding a palm against her eyes, a face that is oddly familiar in the stark contrast of bright light against shadows. A smile flickers before she steps out of the spotlight that he shines upon her, becoming one with the moving darkness until the passenger door is clicking open, the paleness of the interior bulb creating a glow that fleshes out her expression – the slope of a nose, the curve of pink lips, the recognition settling deep within his being but he cannot, for the life of him, remember where he may have known her, long foreign to human connection, relationships. She was wedged in a past endowed in silks of pearl white.

“Mind if I catch a ride?” She hums, but her voice, although a sweet tune, holds no familiar ring to his ears. When his gaze flicks down to her sweater, he notices it is a thick navy ocean. Hideous.

She will most definitely do.

Taehyung, with his award winning smile, lights up the confined space when he reveals his teeth in a grin that hides murder between the cracks. “Sure, hop on in! Where are you headed?”

“The next city over, but if you’re not travelling that far, any distance further than walking from here will do,” She beams right back at him, absolutely delighted, folding her limbs into the passenger seat as the door swings shut. He waits for her to buckle in before he revs the engine, turning back into the lifeless lane and continuing on in the aimless direction he had been travelling until it was officially labelled the next city over.

He knows they will barely make it out of this one before he can stop himself.

“Perfect, that is precisely where I am going,” Lies taste kind on his tongue, tangling with ease through the sentences he voices. He is so at home with such deceptions that they feel like the truth. “It is quite a drive, so we may as well become acquainted. My name is Jinyoung.”

“Y/N,” The girl answers immediately, and alongside her voice, the name holds no familiar presence within his memory. Yet her appearance haunts him like the ghosts he has pulled from carcases, drawn from teeth and bone. An itch that burns somewhere he cannot scratch.

“That’s a pretty name,” He compliments nonchalantly, not missing the roses that graze her cheeks. “What is a young girl like you doing out this late at night, nonetheless hitchhiking? It’s a dangerous world, nowadays.”

Her fingers, as if on instinct, curl tighter into the canvas knapsack that lays mostly limp on her lap. She has not packed much, it seems. Her belongings will be easy to discard of. “A dangerous world belonged in my apartment with my boy– No. Ex-boyfriend now, I guess.”

“Ah, I see,” Taehyung hums, nodding, fixated on black horizon. “You can never trust men. They are wicked evil.”

“Indeed they are, Kim Taehyung.”

For an instant, he does not notice the three syllables he has honed since birth, a name he has not spoken to her laced in a knot on the tip of her tongue. But by the time it has registered, a flashing lightbulb, no, a beacon of warning flaring in vicious red, he can already taste the cold circumference of metal kissing his temple.

“I never thought you were one to pick up lonely girls on highways. Have you become that desperate?”

He sees her now, dusty newspaper clippings crumpled in the faraway corners of his mind, once nothing to be concerned with but now the greatest of dangers. Her familiarity was in crowds, was in the stranger that accidentally knocked his elbow on the street and mumbled an apology, was in the girl waiting in line behind him at that cafe, watching on from the corner of a crossroad, curiously gazing from across a sunlit park.

But he had traversed entire lands.

She had followed him everywhere, it seemed. For weeks, months.

A shadow of blue that he never once paid mind to because such a colour was distasteful. And now it will have him dead.

“I have been watching you for a very long time,” She murmurs, caressing the edge of his jaw with the cold mouth of the gun, and he remains motionless. “Observing your every movement, analysing your methods. I know that the missing girl from last Tuesday is in pieces within this car trunk, I can smell her.”

Taehyung swallows, frowning. He is not sure if what he can feel in his chest is fear, but it sure as hell crushes his lungs like two large fists, squeezing tight. “How did you know I would pick you up?”

“Well, I guess I am just lucky. Pull over, Taehyung.” And he easily abides her command, throat dry, palms slipping against the leather of the steering wheel. “Get out of the car. Don’t consider disobeying, because either way, I will shoot you dead without any hesitation. We are both murderers, you see.”

Taehyung takes his time unbuckling, stepping out of the car, and she patiently awaits him, the barrel never misdirecting its aim from the places on his body that matter most. They walk a slow pace into the shadows, and it is truly a silent night, no other headlights washing over their spectacle. Just pure darkness, watching on with anticipation.

“What’s your motive?” He bluntly stalls.

“To kill those who kill,” She grins, and it is terribly beautiful. “Besides, I was offered a bounty on your head. No hard feelings, I just need to pay my rent in time.”

He could fight her, lunge when she least expects. But no, no she held skill in the firm set of her jaw, the confident curl of her knuckle around the trigger. She was experienced, just like he, a cold blooded killer that knew him in refined dot points that held elusive detail, whereas, for him, she was merely a face and a gun. A death sentence.

It is pointless, but he tries anyway.

Gunfire, he decides, sounds frightening. Especially when it lodges in a silver bullet right beside his heart, feeling anything but warm, a dagger of ice. Horrendously blue.

Taehyung meets the bitumen in a sickening crunch, a broken nose and scraped kneecaps, falling face first with no support, just a brutal slam that he hardly feels because he is being swallowed by the blue that seeps out of the bullet. It suffocates him, screaming in his ears, so loud, that he barely hears her stepping towards him, can only just feel her fingers digging into his shoulder to turn him onto his back. The stars pinwheel around her placid expression, rather beautiful, he thinks. A fine sight to see before he dies.

“Can you feel that? The slowing of your heart?” She whispers, placing her palm gently against his chest, and it feels like it belongs there. Her gaze remains on his eyes, glassing with every passing second. “It is like a tiny bird, fluttering in its precious nest of bones. So frail and desperate, wishing to continue on. You have murdered so many flightless beings.”

His throat feels like cotton, tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. A vignette of unconsciousness threatens the corners of his vision, framing the cock of her head, the inquisitive look in her eyes as she watches him fade beneath her fingertips. She appears almost childlike in her form of innocence, a virgin to his death. Everyone looks different when they die, as life slips away like oil on a smooth surface, but always, always, they appear so beautiful. Taehyung has no qualms that he looks precisely the same, he can see it reflected in her wondrous eyes.

“Life is beautiful, it is colourful, a rainbow of hues that are as divine in their individual shades than they are in side by side unity.” She is nothing but a blur now in sight, though her voice carries him through the frosted glass of his vision. “But you, Kim Taehyung, were obsessive. Red, albeit lovely, is merely a speck in the colour wheel of this world. You let it consume you, control you, and now here you lay.”

Taehyung smiles, his eyes droop close. And for the first, the last time, in his life, he decides that blue is maybe not so bad after all.

It is much less terrifying than eternal black.

this is my daily reminder to never forget in the soop taehyung<33 gone but never forgotten

oh? </3

i will never not be over this

Drabble | Better With You | Kim Taehyung, 4.4k

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Summary:Things were off. At home, you stare at your phone, the time is close to three a.m. The apps circulate as you swipe your thumb, squinting at the smaller font. A page loads, you exit it before the images manifest. Things are weird, they have been for the past few days.

Warnings/Tags: RATED T; for hurt/comfort; angst; references to -burnout, exhaustion, stress, self-doubt/self-worth; tender kisses, late night drives, and leisurely strolls in Hangang Park; references to Free Love (HONNE) and Nothing (Bruno Major) because those songs fit them so well ah; fluff and a happy ending; - idol!AU - established relationship.

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I wasn’t sure if I should post this so I left it for while and then I finally had the opportunity to finish it. I figured that there are those of you who may enjoy it nonetheless.

There are themes surrounding self-doubt, exhaustion, and pessimism in the way of processing one’s emotions, so if you’re not in the mood to read about those sorts of things, that’s okay too, we’re all living in very strange times…

The last thing I wanted to say is that wherever you are and whatever situation you’re in, I hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself

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Things were off.

At home, you stare at your phone, the time is close to three a.m. The apps circulate as you swipe your thumb, squinting at the smaller font. A page loads, you exit it before the images manifest. Things are weird, they have been for the past few days.

Under layers of blankets, you try to burrow even further, ending up cramped in a curled up position. Your mind is racing while your body screams for the silence that sleep brings, nothing awaits you in the morning apart from an extended period of leave. Blinking is harder when your eyelids are heavy.

It’s nothing new.

You’ve always been good at recalibrating, at not leaving it too long before you crash.

Bottom line is that it’s hard to achieve some kind of balance between work and life, like you’re spinning plates on the small surface of your palms. It’s silly, it shouldn’t be like this. Others have had more success and fared better with a good night’s sleep and iron-clad boundaries. You’ve seen your colleagues do it like it’s second nature to them.

Hey, sorry I’m gonna have to turn you down on your offer to go out. I’m so exhausted from everything that’s going on.

There must have been something different with you, like you have a need to prove yourself. It nags, this feeling of wanting to give your the totality of yourself to everything at once. After those instances of intensity come the eventual consequence of trying to be in all places at once. The exhaustion, a candle snuffed out.

It’s just… hard to say no.

So you do it. You push and push until you nearly come apart at the seams. You say yes to everything, you ignore the plea of your body to slow down. Abruptly, you pull back.

It gets bad but that didn’t use to matter because you were alone.

The apartment becomes this nest where you work through it. That’s why you reserve your vacation times in a lengthy, exhaustive blocks. In that month, the routine slips a little as you come back to yourself in pieces, remembering what it was like before entering a state of flow. You spend days in bed in bouts of silence as your mind goes into overdrive. Much like how you are now.

The cycle just has to finish, you remind yourself.

That was fine because friends knew how it was, Yoongi left you alone because you always came back. It happens and they understand.

But then there was Taehyung. The one who has, till date, only seen the best version of yourself. You wanted to preserve that, as ludicrous as it was to admit. He came home from America exactly a week and a half ago and you haven’t seen him again because you just couldn’t.

The guilt gnaws.

Should I even be taking this time for myself? I should be meeting people in my free time, I should see my boyfriend.

Two months ago, Taehyung caught you at a bad time. It was hectic everywhere: first, everyone’s birthday seemed to be happening all at once, then work deadlines were hurtling towards the unmanageable, and finally (despairingly more like) he was going to leave for America for longer than you were prepared to accept. You snapped at him when he was trying to show you something, a new artist he discovered while listening to music. He didn’t even obscure your laptop that much. Quickly, you blamed it on getting cabin-fever as working from home wasn’t your usual style. He apologised, which didn’t rest easy on your conscience.

It got awkward after that. The excuse you told him wasn’t even believable but he didn’t press you. I have an early start tomorrow, better to stay at mine so I don’t get stuck in traffic. You weren’t even sure what you wanted to say. All you remember was how his eyes dulled in their shine when you turned down his offer for a movie night at his.

You don’t realise that you had drifted off, fixating at an imaginary point in the ceiling until your phone vibrates once, twice, then a third time. You fling some blankets off, reaching for it by the empty space next to you.

Taehyung [03:11]:

Are you awake?

If you are, go to sleep!

Zzzzz…

Ah.

Taehyung had a sense about these things. He knew when you were off, even if he hasn’t really seen the state of you or taken note of how you’re curled up, evaded by a feeling that you can’t put a name to. Renewed for a moment, you begin to tap your reply.

You [03:13]:

I should be the one telling you that

Any reason why YOU’RE up?

Taehyung [03:14]:

Thinking about you, mostly

You [03:15]:

Flirt

Taehyung [03:15]:

You love it tho

(You really do).

Taehyung [03:16]:

Also

I’m downstairs

Nearly tripping, you go to your window even though your apartment is too high to really see anyone below. Your phone buzzes again.

Taehyung [03:17]:

And I’m frezing

Freezing

Shoving the comfiest sweats on and doubling up on your socks, you hop, skip, then jump out into the hallway.

Taehyung [03:18]:

Just kidding. In my car and the heating is on blast

You resort to typing in shorthand as you lace up your shoes, then slot your arms through your jacket sleeves. You also laugh at his use of emojis, finding his choices endearing. The last thing is your mask as you close the door softly.

You [03:19]:

Wdym ur downstairs?! Where?

The elevator dings, the doors stacking into each other as you step in, punching the arrow pointing down. It’s so worn that the symbol is barely visible.

Taehyung [03:19]:

Basement - B9.

Nerves get replaced by something else, giddiness? Whatever it was, it felt like butterflies were crowding your stomach, no longer tired but excited to see him. Soon enough, the doors open. You step out, shivering at the drop in temperature and veer into the right. Ugly green paint was the aesthetic of the basement parking, you see the snout of Taehyung’s colossal SUV jutting out, its headlights dazzling the entire space.

Taehyung opens the door before you could even try.

And there he was, a vision even in the dim interior. Tortoise shell glasses, a messy mop of dark hair, black shirt peeking in between the layers of brown shearling he’s wearing, his mask stretched under his chin. Before you speak, even before you smileat each other, he drapes a wooly scarf over your neck, trapping your hair with it.

“Knew you’d forget a scarf.”

You slide in, the grainy leather is heated on the back of your thighs. You smell his scent through the knitted material. The dash is lit up, the medium sized screen showed that he was cycling through his playlist.

“I can’t believe you’re here.”

He licks his lips, reaching to you and guiding your head towards his using his hand. He plants a soft kiss by your temple, driving out of the parking bay with an expert twirl of the wheel.

“Missed you too much.”

The speakers play an upbeat song.

Are the simple things enough?

I got to give you all my love

Free love

Oh free love

After, he goes on checking the mirror, trying (and failing) to appear suave. Pink tinges the tips of his ears, you allow yourself to laugh, automatically twining your fingers through his as he pulls out of the parking lot.

Imagine a place where we can be free

There’s no one for miles, it’s just you and me

“Couldn’t help yourself, huh?”

His reply is a kiss to the back of your hand. In the frame of the window, Seoul is a blur of neon streaks.

We might have kids

Maybe three

“You know me.”

But twins would be cool

That would do it for me

As the engine revs, you hide your grin in the grey of his scarf.

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Hangang park was deserted and not a single person was in sight. The waves of the river ripple like scales on a fish. You underestimated how cold it was, your body taking its time to adjust as you shive. Suddenly, Taehyung had taken to sling his arm around you. His jacket is cavernous, depleting next to you in an awkward ruche.

“Wait, what if someone -”

He tugs you close, ever the rebel. For someone who hates being visible in public, or anywhere unfamiliar without security ring-fencing him and the others, Taehyung sure was bold.

“I don’t care.”

(He really meant it).

Relenting, you walk in comfortable silence, the pad of your soles on the paved path are muffled while the breeze sings its quiet lullaby. The weight of him on you is grounding. Ahead, Seoul glitters, its buildings with its blinking windows and lights that flank the highways. Not to far off was Banpo bridge lit up in ochre.

“People kiss here, you know. We should do that.”

Taehyung’s voice is clear, so you look up and see his mask bunched up by his chin.

“Taehyung, your mask,” you chided, securing your own up your nose bridge.

“No one’s around! Look!” He said, waving at the trees, at the rail that angles towards the river because of how many people lean on it everyday.

His arm is still around you, the pace of your walk dwindles to a shuffle. It’s cold and you hadn’t met each other in a couple of days, long enough for him to notice and drive up to meet you like this.

The guilt gnaws.

Pushing that away for the moment, you tuck yourself even more against him. Immediately, he swings you both so that you’re in between two trees, its twigs are exposed, the tiny buds of leaves hanging on for Spring. Gently, he tugs your mask down, the flimsy thing giving way immediately. His fingers are cold, the tip of his nose is red, he looks at you like you hung the stars and the moon.

And you thaw because you’re just normal people, so why not?

Cold fingers find each other, he takes your hands, slides them into his pockets. Lately, his touch is more than familiar, moulded to yours. It’s like that before the distance shrinks, your lips both being slightly chapped but the contact is electric. It’s baffling how thatcan assuage the storm in your mind. How Taehyung’s kiss, a facet of his love, can make you feel warm from within.

When you pull back, your hands are still in his pockets and his nose is redder than ever.

“Come back to mine?”

Your smile is probably so loud, anyone in your vicinity can hear it.

“Okay.”

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Taehyung switches the vinyl for a smaller one, the music comes out as bluesy and warm. It takes a moment for him to place the needle once it swings out, skipping a track or two. His living room is open plan, the floor heating is just right. Behind the enormous TV is an accent wall made up of slabs of stone, a pleasant break from all the smooth marble.

You couldn’t help it, you were retreating into yourself again. You’re not really present. Then, Taehyung is next to you, lacing his fingers through yours, his slim bracelets with their metal pendants pressing on your wrist. You say to yourself that you’re happy to be in the silence, thinking in those seconds.

The most frustrating thing is the lack of control. It can happen at any time or at any place. And the worry is not being able to work through it, the worry is someone noticing. A paranoia that strips you back as if you’re transparent, anxieties flashing in offensive neon. He squeezes your hand, you hope it’s not too clammy from how you’re trying to calm yourself down.

“Missed you,” he said, as he does in random moments, even when you’re right next to him.

On a typical day, it would be sweet, but now this passing affection rocks through you privately. You’re transported to how many days you were away, the hours you worked, the nights you weren’t together. It’s selfishly unfair that the one time he gets an extended break is the time you’re the busiest, only having time to eat, shower, then sleep. You forget your own habits, unaware of how taxing they can be until you promise to spend the night at his and come to a sight where he’s stayed up past three in the morning, giving you a tired smile and opening his arms.

He would joke that your schedule is tougher than his, You sure you’re not actually an idol?

Panic marks a change in altitude in your organs, causing your stomach to drop. You scramble to interpret what Taehyung meant. But the rational part of you knows that it’s enough for him that you’re near him, holding his hand. He leans his head on your shoulder, dark hair falling in a slow part, some strands being so wispy they tickle your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” you suddenly blurt out, voicing your guilt. That had him sitting up suddenly, his black shirt in a slouch, revealing more of his neck.

“Why? What’s wrong?” He asked, far too kind, kinder than the voices in your mind at present.

“It’s just… I’m - I haven’t been here,” you said, cringing as it’s so crude out loud. Taehyung’s brows knit together, seemingly clueless.

Of course he is, you never tell him anything these days.

He says your name, piercing your doubts. It’s kind of off now - you giving an opening without explanation.

“It’s nothing,” you conclude, not quite comprehending anything past the roar in your ears. Taehyung brings his hand up to push the hair that slipped out of place, you shrink as if struck by lightning. He registers your sudden change, you can’t even explain that.

Etta James laments about stormy weather, how it keeps raining all of the time.

Taehyung tries again, you keep still, letting his hand cradle the side of your face, his seeking fingers tangling in your hair.

“It’s not nothing,” he murmurs. His voice is low, you can’t meet him in the eye, all you see is the frayed collar of his favourite white shirt. It’s not much but you speak, pulling at the string of his sweatpants.

“It’s just…”

You shouldn’t tell him. You’ve been resilient so far and Taehyung’s got enough on his plate. March is soon and this break was meant to be a proper respite away from the cameras. Rehearsals loomed overhead, his schedule is growing in demands by the day.

“Want to talk about it?”

You take a deep breath.

Do you even want to bring it up?

It’s so… trivial.

Sotransient.

In front of you, he waits, he doesn’t rush you. Finally, you take in a shaky breath and say what you’ve been letting your mind run amok with for the past weeks.

“I get tired. I know that my body can’t keep up with everything that I want to do but I need to be moving, to be doing something. I need to feel useful.”

You think about your life, how it’s turned out. You stop yourself, plugging the stream of words that could gleam what was going on inside. It’s yourproblem, these were your issues that you had to work through. It’s been like this all your life, always internally fixing things, patching up the spillage from stress, then sweeping it away.

So far, you’ve been good. Able to stand on your own, confident that Taehyung wasn’t going to see the cracks for a while. Things like this, you didn’t want to bother him with. The pressure on him is enough, you didn’t need him to worry about things that would eventually pass. Bringing you back, he closes his hand over yours making your palm face upwards, his short fingernail tracing patterns. A star, a heart, a smiley face.

“Life gets busy. It’s okay to rest. You’re not less of a person if you stop and take care of yourself.”

“But that’s the thing, I find it hard to stop. It’s like I run towards it, this… burn out,” you said, adding a small laugh because of how ridiculous it sounded aloud.

“I want you to try to put your happiness first. I want you to do that.”

That makes you choke up a little bit, “I’m happy. I really am. I just get tired, is all.”

Ensuring that you’re looking at him in the eye, he stops drawing on your skin, his words sink in instead.

“You work hard. You do enough.”

How do you tell him that it actually goes beyond exhaustion? That rest gives way to guilt? That the cycle is personal, tailored to you.

“I know the guilt. And I know you do more, you’re always doing something. You don’t see it because you’re always looking ahead.”

You say the next thing because you never had the chance to say it out loud - not even to yourself.

“I find it hard to say no. I get paranoid that people will hate me if I’m not one-hundred percent there all the time. At work, in life.”

With you.

You don’t mean for it to sound like an accusation but it still does. Taehyung keeps his hand over your yours, those warm, brown eyes observe you with a keen interest.

“It’s okay to tell me to go away if you need some time for yourself, I won’t think that you hate me - I don’t think you can, to be honest.”

You allow yourself to laugh, playfully shoving at chest. You’re surprised that you let him see more than what you expected.

“I don’t know what you see in me really…”

Taehyung gives you a long, hard look. Pressing his lips into a tight line, the apples of his cheeks go fuller as he inhales deeply. Then, he gets serious, his eyes going all soft and tender.

“I love you somuch. I wish you could see yourself the wayIsee you.”

Again, you deflect, new to all of this, “you have to say that, I’m your girlfriend.”

He just shrugs, “that’s a given, of course. But I write most of my songs about you - Namjoon-hyung tells me that I’ve gone on a complete one-eighty, the track list makes him curl his fingers because it’s so sentimental.”

Embarrassed, your forehead connects with his collarbone. He smells faintly of lavender, the scent interweaved his shirt. He cages his arms around you, laughing softly. He’s shy about it too. Taehyung’s always been like this, so easy to love.

“You sure you aren’t writing for ARMY?” You asked.

Gently, he parts with you and you are a met with a look of consternation: a tilt of his head, lips drawn in a tight line but still somehow quirking into a smile.

“Anyone can interpret it how they like. I just know that the whole album is turning out to be giant love letter to you.”

You don’t know why your eyes are stinging, “why are you so mushy for?”

He shrugs again, “happens when I’m around you. And it gets worse when I’m not. But I get clingy, I know.”

Something overtakes you then, a feeling that had its origins from the beginning, but has now bloomed into something robust. With him, you didn’t need to wonder or ask for his love, he says ‘I love you’ for the simplest of reasons: nothing could be truer to him than anything else. When you said it to each other first time, you realised that there are a number of things you might have been conveying. Taehyung said it to you after smuggling it in a question of ‘do you love me?’ But you know that he does even before he said out loud. It’s hard to ignore when you feel it all of the time.

Is this how it feels to belong?

“I love you.”

He scrunches his nose, “I take it back, you get clingy too.”

“I’m not the one who wrote an entire album about how much you love me.”

“Sorry for thinking that you deserve everything and more,” he nags gently. You feel him trace his knuckle on top of your cheek, the barest contact inciting goosebumps.

You’re grateful that you’re indoors this time because you can kiss him. Here, amongst the items familiar to you both, you can be bold. Leaning close, you press your lips against his and smile into the kiss.

“I put some of my stuff in storage the other day and cleaned up the spare office for you to use,” he mumbled, humming against your mouth.

You nip at his bottom lip, pulling back due to the memory of him entering your apartment, often seeing you, your laptop, and your poor posture against the working day.

“Oh really?” You asked, eyebrows raising.

“Yeah. I wanted you to have a proper desk, I know how it feels to have a bad back. A new chair is on the way too.”

You don’t deserve him. He always goes above and beyond.

“I can hear you thinking - you deserve these things.”

“Fine. Thank you for saving me from having a hunchback.”

He leans close, nudging his nose against yours, “it’s coming next week, and I still have some time if you need help moving the big stuff.”

Oh.

Months back, you can’t exactly pinpoint when, Taehyung mentioned about moving in together. After staying some nights at his, you realise that he had been diligently carving some space in his apartment, hollowing out little nooks for you to put your own touch.

At once, you get how it must look for him. You hadn’t said a word or indicated your interest. You look at him, how he’s waiting, the way he fidgets with the hem of your shirt. You cast your mind back on how he’s seeing you on his own accord more and more -

“You’re worried that I’m going to say no.”

Taehyung is quick to hide it, smiling immediately, “no, of course not! I was just saying…”

You grasp at the the diamond in your necklace, the one he gave you. Earlier, you saw the array of items that were once in your house now in his as these incidental additions. In your mind, you were on board with the idea from the start. You spent most days here, evidenced by your wilted plants lined up on your window sill. Half of the KAWS toys were yours anyway, the couch is overtaken.

It’s so selfish to stay stuck in your head like this. Even more so to think that Taehyung didn’t need the same reassurance just because he is the one more willing to give, the one showing all sides of him, good or bad. He was looking at your hands instead of your eyes now.

“I’m sorry that I never said anything more about moving in. I want to, I want that. It’s just… I didn’t want to burden you ‘cause I get like this. I get all,” you start, grasping for the right word, “hermit-ey. I’m used to doing things alone.”

Taehyung’s smile dips, the recognition is there and that breaks your heart a little. He takes your hands, running his thumbs over the back in an unhurried caress.

“You could never be a burden to me.”

“I know.”

He adjusts your position so that you’re leaning on the couch more comfortably, positioning you on his lap securely.

“I like it when you need me but I like it just as much when you tell me what going on. You know, so I can back off a little.”

You shake your head, “I don’t want you to do that.”

“I know.”

Things go quiet, you fiddle with his bracelet. Nearby, the turntable has stopped; a new track was playing through the surround sound.

Dumb conversations, we lose track of time

Have I told you lately

I’m grateful you’re mine

Taehyung smoothes your hair down, “I always want you near. I want to see your slippers next to mine when I come home after a long day. I want to hear your bad singing in the shower, in the kitchen - ”

You swat him for that, remembering the date when he brought home TATA mic’s. You spent the evening giving a new tune to old classics, munching on macarons and being so stupidly in love.

You could be dancing on tabletops

Wearing high-heels

“I want you with me always, if I can help it.”

Drinking until the world

Spins like a wheel

You don’t hold back, not this time.

“I want that too. All of it and more,” you said.

But tonight your apartment

Had so much appeal

Taehyung grins, his features lighting up, “more?”

It was an unintentional slip, a loving one.

Who needs stars?

We’ve got a roof

The sun rises, peeking through the mesh of the curtain as if hesitating to intrude. You think about everything that has happened, where your life is heading, how you feel a lot more secure than you did.

So what if you get like this again?

There are people around who are willing to pick you up, to lift you where you’re collapsed in a heap. There’s Taehyung, who will always look at you, holding you in his arms, like he is now.

With a pleasant kind of tired, you tuck your chin over his shoulder, your hearts slowing to a synchronised beat. Taehyung embraces you without prompt, arms securing around you loosely. Suddenly, you miss him then, so you pull back, you look at his face. He blinks, his smile small yet fond.

Maybe, when the days get tough you can lean on someone for once and not have to face things alone.

You look at him, at those dark eyes, the faint mole on those rosy lips, his soft, brown hair.

“Taehyung.”

Maybe you can have something more. It doesn’t have to be grand but it’s enough that you can both see it in the future.

But there’s nothing

After the dust has settled and the roar of the crowd is just a memory. When things can really slow down and you can build something for yourselves, together.

Like doing nothing

With you

“Can you come and help me bring in some of my things here?”

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Drabbles

Since when?!->Since whenever |Like|Drunk|Love

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Washing machine |Shower|Reward|Alarm|Run|Caveat|Home

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6. “Are you trying to make me mad right now?”(Good Girl AU)
7. “who the hell convinced you that I would want her instead of you?”(Hoseok x reader, bff AU)
8. “There’s seriously something wrong with you if you think I can let you go like that.”
9. “Is that strawberry?”
10. “oh I’m not done with you yet, little thing.”(Yoongi, felidae AU)
11. “I knew you were made for me.”
12. “Can’t you see that I’m trying to hide my boner here?!”(Home!Jungkook)
13. “That’s bullshit- no one does that in real life!”
14. “I’m not lying when I tell you you’re everything I need right now.”
15. “God I love your body.”
16. “I can’t hear you.”
17. “Leave them on.”
18. “That’s mine, isn’t it?”
19. “I feel like were starting at the wrong end here, but I’m also not complaining at all.”
20. “You’re so fucking tiny.”

Pairing: Namjoon x WH Press Employee!Reader

Genre:FLUFF, meet-cute 

Word Count: 1.1K 

A/N:As soon as I saw BTS at the White House, I KNEW I had to whip something up. So proud of our boys today 

Badge in one hand, iced coffee in the other, tote bag slung over your shoulder, you hurried through the long halls toward your desk. Your sensible business heels clicked against the tile floors, past dignitaries and politicians gazing down at you from their portraits lining the walls. You were greeted by the sounds of excited morning conversations and frantic typing on laptop keyboards as you pushed the door to the press office open. Since the announcement went public, the entire team had anxiously awaited this day. You just hoped you made it out in one piece.

Throwing your bag in your desk chair, you leaned against the wooden surface, taking a long sip from your straw as you finally caught your breath. Of course, today of all days, would be the day when your commute was worse than usual. You had considered camping out here last night to avoid the morning traffic, knowing that the roads to the White House would be crazier than ever, reporters wanting to arrive early to get good seats in the briefing room for their photo ops.

“Y/N, you ready for today?” your coworker, Annie, asked as she dropped a stack of papers on your desk.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied with a grin, relishing in the adrenaline and buzz that only came with working in such an important building, privy to the most important news in the country before anyone else.

“Aren’t you a fan of theirs?” Annie teased, shooting you a finger heart as she walked away from your desk.

“You’re going to lie and tell me you’re not?” you laughed, responding to her finger heart with one of your own.

“BTS to go on in 10 minutes,” the intercom speaker in the office sounded. You smoothed your dress, attempting to collect yourself.

This is just like any other day, you thought to yourself, trying to keep your inner fangirl from squealing. You sat down, paging through the edits Annie left for you on your desk, eyes scanning over the words on the typed pages, wanting to do work to distract yourself from the upcoming press conference happening around the corner from you.

You looked up when you heard the sudden commotion of one of the summer interns running into the office, a panicked look on his face.

“Who here knows how to sew?” he said. “Actually, scratch that—who here has a needle and thread, like, right now?”

You stood up, waving for the intern to come over.

“Hey, Robbie, take a breath,” you watched as he took your advice literally, breathing deeply to try and calm down. “This is hardly the most significant emergency you’ll have here on event day. Now, I have a travel sewing kit with me. What do I need to fix?” you asked, pulling open a desk drawer to pull out your kit.

“One of them. They lost a button. They are supposed to go to the briefing room any minute now!”

“Robbie, what did I say about breathing?” you scolded, before walking toward the door that would lead you to the room where BTS was prepping before going out with the Press Secretary. “I’ll take care of it.”

You took a deep breath of your own before pushing the door open, met with a flurry of stylists trying, and failing, to find a needle and thread.

A security guard of the band looked at your badge, before ushering you over toward a group of seven men, dressed in black, tailored suits. “Someone told me there was a sewing emergency?” You asked into the group, trying to feign casual indifference. 

“Oh, that would be me,” a deep voice responded. You immediately recognized it. Namjoon stepped forward, an embarrassed smile on his face, making his dimples indent his cheeks. You swallowed hard, wanting to maintain your relaxed composure.

“What happened?” He silently answered by holding out a black button to you in his palm, no longer attached to his suit jacket. You laughed quietly, grabbing it from him, ignoring how warm his hand felt as your fingertips brushed against his palm. You didn’t notice the way his eyes lit up at your reaction. “Easy enough to fix,” you responded, already looping black thread through the eye of a needle, eyes concentrated on the task. The other members were talking amongst themselves, practicing their speeches with each other as you stood with Namjoon.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you said, glancing up at him with a soft smile.

“Well, Y/N, you really are saving the day.”

“It’s no trouble, happens more often than you would expect,” you said, stepping toward him to start sewing the button back on. You took a deep breath to steady your hands, not wanting to poke the international superstar with your needle. Oh my god, he smells so good, you thought, inhaling the scent of his cologne as you pushed your needle through the thick fabric.

“Do you save the day often?” Namjoon asked quietly, his voice dropping because of your proximity.

“I wouldn’t call sewing a button ‘saving the day.’”

“Hmm, I don’t know about that. I would have been pretty embarrassed to go out there in front of all of those reporters with a missing button,” Namjoon teased. You pulled the thread together into a knot, finishing your work. You subconsciously patted the suit jacket to let him know it was finished, cheeks burning as you pulled your hand away from his solid chest. You did not mean to do that. Namjoon cleared his throat as you stepped back, embarrassed.

“Looks like you’re all set,” you said, ignoring the flush in your face.

“Thank you, Y/N, you were a huge help,” Namjoon said, disappointed that you had moved away so quickly. He wanted to keep you talking. He wanted to hear you laugh again. To make you smile.

“Any time,” you breathed out. You were about to turn to walk away when Namjoon took a step toward you, making you freeze.

“Will I see you again?” Your eyes went wide. “After the press conference, I mean,” he asked quietly.

“I’ll just be hiding in the back, watching you on television like the rest of the world,” you shrugged your shoulders, attempting to convince him you were nonchalant about the whole situation. Namjoon tilted his head to the side slightly. You looked at the way his dark hair was pushed back from his forehead, the visual of his slightly tanned skin contrasting with it distracting you for a moment.

“What if I wanted to take the beautiful woman who saved the day out for a drink tonight to thank her? Could I see you again if that was the case?” He said it so confidently, like he knew she would say yes. But his eyes were soft, like they were waiting for the blow of rejection.

“I-I um…yeah, I think that could work,” you stammered.

“Great, I’ll be sure to wear an outfit that requires less repair work this time,” Namjoon said with a wink, making you giggle.

“Sounds perfect.”  

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Alternate Jungkook prompt

I had actually started the previous JK prompt but chose a different route halfway through… Here’s the alternate ending ;)

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Today was a day off for you, so you deside to just sit down with a new drama and paruse about your phone. After a couple hours of mindless scrolling through social media you figured that you should check on your ever so wonderful boyfriend by sending him a quick text.

Y/N: YO! I’m bored, when are you coming over?

TheKookie: you’re timing is impeccable, literally just taking a break xD

Y/N: that’s great, but it doesn’t answer my questiooooon~~

TheKookie: we will probably finish practice in an hour, but I think someone said something about dinner?

Y/N: booooooo

TheKookie: yeah, I’m not sure when that would be over… Those things tend to run late into the night.

TheKookie: but I can still visit later if you want ;)

Y/N: I guess then.

You shake your head “whatever, guess I’ll just have to find a way to kill time then.” you mutter.

Jungkook sent you a message letting you know that dinner is finally done and he’s on his way, meanwhile you were half alseep on the couch so you send him a quick reply and go back to your movie.

Shortly after, he sends you a message to let you know he has arrived. He lets himself in after a quick knock and makes his way over, seeing your half asleep self laying on the couch.

“Tsk tsk Y/N” he chuckles.

You mumble something that should have been “yeah well whos fault is it that I’m half asleep? It’s nearly midnight!” but it came out as kindof a garbled mess.

He just laughed and lifted you half up so you could use his lap for a pillow.

You sigh with content as he absentmindedly plays with your hair, half paying attention to the movie.

You mumble something that is supposed to be a question, but all that came out clearly was “want” and “bed” and maybe something about a sweater.

“Y/N, I have no idea what the question was, so without a doubt my answer is ‘I don’t know’” Jungkook laughed and picked you up.

He carried you to bed as you drifted of to sleep while he was humming a song for you.

~End~