I was tagged by lovely @arizonapoppy - thank you Poppy!
Tag the most recent sentence(s) you wrote for a WIP then tag your writer friends.
This is from something I’m hoping to post this week:
“Good girl,” Jin gives you the warmest smile you’ve seen all night, hands soothingly tracing circles over your lower back. “You did so well for us, baby.”
⤞Ticket:Traveling/Vacation ⤞Main Event: Frostee (one night stand) ⤞Games:Food play, temperature play
Pairing: BDE!Yoongi x fem!reader
Genre: smut; pwp; one night stand; strangers to ?; NSFW
Rating:18+
Summary:A long weekend away with your friends turns out to be more interesting when they invite an unexpected guest.
Word count:4,991K
Warnings: sexually explicit language; grown-girl talk; cussing; food play; flirting; sexual tension; riding; clit play; nipple/breast play; dirty talk; alcohol consumption; teasing; temperature play; unprotected sex (OC is on birth control but still–be safe); multiple orgasms; cunnilingus; fingering; hyperstimulation; pet names; soft!dom Yoongi; some manhandling; ass-smacking (once); creampie; bed-sharing; hints of aftercare
A/N: Just when I thought I couldn’t dig any deeper–here we are! I really, really only intended for this to be a drabble…and it’s gone completely off the rails. Grammys Yoongi still has a chokehold on me. Also…I may or may not have listened to The-Dream’s Falsetto on repeat while writing this. Make what you will out of that.
Anyway, I’m super excited to join my first network event! Thanks to Madame Ryen @kithtaehyung for the prompts! Enjoy!
It was a long weekend and your friend Lili, along with her boyfriend Hobi, have planned a relaxing cabin getaway out of town. The cabin rental was Hobi’s friend, Namjoon’s idea. The location was tucked away up in the mountains, overlooking a lake. Namjoon said that it was a great way to recharge and reconnect with nature and he planned many group activities around that–which his fiancee, Yeona, was all-too-happy to indulge him in.
⤞Ticket:Traveling/Vacation ⤞Main Event: Frostee (one night stand) ⤞Games:Food play, temperature play
Pairing: BDE!Yoongi x fem!reader
Genre: smut; pwp; one night stand; strangers to ?; NSFW
Rating:18+
Summary:A long weekend away with your friends turns out to be more interesting when they invite an unexpected guest.
Word count:4,991K
Warnings: sexually explicit language; grown-girl talk; cussing; food play; flirting; sexual tension; riding; clit play; nipple/breast play; dirty talk; alcohol consumption; teasing; temperature play; unprotected sex (OC is on birth control but still–be safe); multiple orgasms; cunnilingus; fingering; hyperstimulation; pet names; soft!dom Yoongi; some manhandling; ass-smacking (once); creampie; bed-sharing; hints of aftercare
A/N: Just when I thought I couldn’t dig any deeper–here we are! I really, really only intended for this to be a drabble…and it’s gone completely off the rails. Grammys Yoongi still has a chokehold on me. Also…I may or may not have listened to The-Dream’s Falsetto on repeat while writing this. Make what you will out of that.
Anyway, I’m super excited to join my first network event! Thanks to Madame Ryen @kithtaehyung for the prompts! Enjoy!
It was a long weekend and your friend Lili, along with her boyfriend Hobi, have planned a relaxing cabin getaway out of town. The cabin rental was Hobi’s friend, Namjoon’s idea. The location was tucked away up in the mountains, overlooking a lake. Namjoon said that it was a great way to recharge and reconnect with nature and he planned many group activities around that–which his fiancee, Yeona, was all-too-happy to indulge him in.
“I thought you said you were bringing Kai?”
You groaned at Lili and waved her off. “Oh, I ended that shit days ago.”
Her eyes widened comically. “And you didn’t tell me?”
You shrugged. “Eh. It wasn’t really that serious between us so I didn’t think it was a big deal.”
“I thought you said he was cute?”
“Hewas,but that boy couldn’t make me cum if he tried,” you say flippantly.
“Oh no,” she says gravely. “So…it didn’t get any better?”
You threw your hands up and shrugged. “Nope. I just find myself reaching for my vibrator more often than not. I thought to myself—what’s the point of having access to dick when that dick ain’t shit anyway.”
She hummed, while she organized the produce in the fridge. “True.”
“What’s worse is that he didn’t even really have that much of a personality so…I was really counting on the sex to be mind-blowing. 0 for 2 there.” You scoffed. “I mean…is it really too much to ask to get dick-whipped every now and then?”
Lili laughs heartily by the kitchen sink. “I think the term you’re looking for is ‘dicked-down’,” she corrects.
“Whatever, Lil. The point is, I just want to be manhandled a little,” you call out past your shoulder. You rounded the corner to walk back by the front door to retrieve more items that your friends have unloaded when you jump after seeing a stranger standing by the door.
“Holy shit,” you yelped in horror and threatened to throw a can of chicken broth at him.
“Woah, woah—please don’t do that,” he says in a soft voice. “I’m really sorry that I snuck up on you.”
You hung on to the can of broth. “Who are you?” You ask as you try to bring your heart rate down. “H-how long have you been standing there?”
“YN, are you okay?” Lili rushes over to you then gets a good look at the newcomer. “Oh…are you—Hobi and Joon’s friend?”
He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, yeah. I’m—“
“Oh, good you’ve met Yoongi!” Hobi exclaims out as he walks into the cabin unloading more groceries, followed by Namjoon and Yeona.
After formal introductions and some explanations, you finally relax and put the can down.
“Nice to meet you,” he says in a low, gentle voice. His eyes linger on you.
“Anyway, the room assignments aren’t fixed but obviously, Hobi and Lil claimed the master bedroom. Yeona and I have the loft and YN has the other bedroom that has a double bed. So your options are either the couch or hammock by the deck,” Namjoon explains.
“I’m cool with taking the couch.” You hear Yoongi say as you walk back to the pantry to put away more snacks while Yeona shows Yoongi where the extra sheets and pillows are.
******
Yeona and Lili busied themselves around the kitchen while you stuck to watching them since you were a bit of a hazard—which Yeona was completely comfortable with since Namjoon was the same way at home…and well, pretty much anywhere.
You sat on the counter snacking on a tangerine while watching your girlfriends prepare lunch. “So, how long have they known this Yoongi-guy? I’ve never heard them talk about him before.”
“Yoongi just moved to town. They were all roommates in college, lost touch for a couple years then reconnected just recently,” Yeona explains. “He works in tech, I think.”
You hummed. “He seems pretty quiet.”
Lili chuckled to herself. “Or maybe he’s just intimidated by how loud we all are”
“He’s cute though,” you said, noncommittally as you chewed on a tangerine slice.
Lili and Yeona’s heads whip around in your direction, eyeing you suspiciously.
You suddenly find yourself uncomfortably shifting. “What? I have eyes! I’m not insinuating anything.”
“Babe, insinuate all you want. I hear he’s single,” Lili says.
“…And packing,” Yeona adds.
Now it was your turn to be shocked at your friend. “Yeona! You are an engaged woman!”
She laughed. “So? I have eyes, too. Not that I’m going to do anything about it because I’m fully satisfied with Joon, if you catch my drift.”
Your giggles ring in the kitchen.
“But how can you tell?” Lili asks.
Yeona motions over to the deck where the guys are hanging out, making casual conversation when Yoongi gets up to grab a beer from the cooler.
“See how low those shorts are slung?”
Your eyes slowly drift to his waistband.
“It’s not just the drawstring and elastic holding them up,” Yeona mumbles. “I would know because,” she clears her throat, “Namjoon has the same special skill.”
You and Lili tilt your heads almost in unison and hum in appreciation. Suddenly, Yoongi glances at the window and into the kitchen and you all turn your attention elsewhere, pretending that you were doing something important.
******
After lunch, the afternoon turned to be a scorcher so you all changed into your swimsuits and made your way down to the lake to cool off.
Yoongi turned out to be a silent observer, mostly. Fully content watching the banter between you and your friends. Hobi and Namjoon would occasionally rib him from their college days and he just laughed along while trading one-liners of his own.
You were perfectly fine enjoying the afternoon and taking a dip in the lake. But thanks to Yeona’s earlier comment, you couldn’t keep your eyes from drifting down to Yoongi’s boardshorts. You were pulled away from your daydream when he randomly splashes you with water.
“You okay there?” He asks.
You freeze and panic. “Uhh—fine.” You blinked then shook your head. This wasn’t going to work. You decided to extract yourself from this potentially dangerous situation. Otherwise, this was shaping up to be an extra long weekend. “Uhm, you know, what? I’m gonna head back up to the cabin.”
“Are you okay, YN?” Hobi calls out.
“I’m fine. Just a little tired. I’ll go and relax and maybe read a book or something.”
“Want me to come with you, babe?” Lili asks.
“No, thanks. I’m fine, I swear. It’s just the heat. Don’t let me ruin your fun.”
You made your way up the wooden steps leading back to the cabin. It was still pretty humid so instead of taking a shower right away, you go into the fridge and grab a couple of ice cubes and hold them up to your neck.
You sighed, feeling the touch of coolness against your skin.
“YN?”
You gasp at the sound of his voice, turning to see Yoongi standing by the counter.
“Jesus, you’re really light on your feet,” you remarked. “Were you a cat or something in your previous life?”
He laughs. “So I’ve been told. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. You looked a little…flustered earlier.”
Flustered was right. Flustered with the thought of Yoongi’s dickprint mocking you through those shorts.
“You’re sweet but I’m okay. You didn’t have to come all the way up here to check up on me,” you say softly.
The ice cubes continued to melt and drip down your skin.
“Hot day, huh?” He says as he takes a couple of steps towards you, brushing up his soaked hair back with his fingers.
“Yeah,” you agreed, suddenly breathless while you watched him.
“Leave it to Namjoon to find a place with no air conditioning,” he jokes.
You both laugh, breaking the tension. And then it was back again when you both fell silent. You fidgeted then moved the ice cubes to the back of your neck, where the water continued to drip down your bikini top.
“That looks refreshing. Can I try?” He motions to the ice on your neck.
You raised your eyebrows. “S-sure. Knock yourself out,” you said.
You were baffled seeing him walk up to you instead of the fridge. He was now inches away from you. You then gestured at the fridge and tell him, “There’s ice–”
“I said, I wanted to try this.” Before you could stop him, he dipped his mouth onto your neck and sucked hard.
You gasped as you felt the alternate sucking and licking patterns he did. When he squeezes your hip bone, you let out a deep, ragged moan.
But it was short-lived as you both jump and quickly separate the moment you hear Hobi’s cackles approaching the doorway.
“Hey, I thought you were gonna lie down?” Lili says.
“I was–uh–but…” You scrambled. “I…I just wanted to cool off a bit more,” you held up the ice cubes as some measly proof that you weren’t up to anything scandalous. You glanced at Yoongi whose hands rested on the counter, looking cool as a cucumber. As if he wasn’t just trying to give you a hickey seconds ago. You try to casually flip your hair to try and cover up in case he left any obvious marks.
Your friends don’t seem to suspect anything.
“Namjoonie, you think we can get the grill going?” Hobi says, breaking the tension.
Before Namjoon can answer, “Hobi–” Yeona scolds him. “Do you know who you’re talking to and what you are asking him to do?”
“I’ll do it,” Yoongi volunteers. “I think I’m cooled enough,” he says before prying his eyes away from you and walking back towards the deck to set up the grill.
Everyone else retreats to their room to get changed while you rush over to the bathroom, immediately desperate for that cold shower you had initially intended on getting.
******
After dinner, you, Namjoon, and Yeona played some board games in the dining room while Hobi, Lili, and Yoongi sat out on the deck by the firepit. It distracted you momentarily from this afternoon’s close-call. You excused yourself to grab a beer from the fridge and decide to glance out by the deck.
To your surprise, Yoongi was already looking your way. Your breath hitches and you turn away. You fumble with the kitchen drawers, trying to look for the bottle opener.
“Looking for something?” You look up to see him standing in the kitchen.
“Uh–just…looking for the bottle opener,” you smile nervously. He unnerved you–there was no question about it. And this was only the first night! You wondered how you’d be able to get through the rest of the weekend thinking about Yoongi’s possibly gifted crotch-area.
“Here, I keep one on my key ring, just in case.” He offers you his set of keys, holding up the bottle opener separately and handing it to you. You flinch when his hands touch yours during the exchange.
“Uh, thanks,” you mutter after you crack the bottle open, then quickly drop the keys into his palm before you walk away from him wordlessly, to return to your board game. You were intent on avoiding him for the rest of the night–for your sanity.
The night went on and one by one, each of your friends started to turn in.
You laid in your room, tossing and turning. It was late but you craved something. You weren’t sure whether you were thirsty or hungry, or both. You pad over to the kitchen and rummage through the snack bin. You didn’t find anything of interest.
You look into the freezer then find a pint of cookie dough ice cream. That should hit the spot, you thought. You grabbed a spoon, and dug in–not even bothering to scoop a bit into a separate bowl. You’d probably finish the whole thing in one sitting.
“Can’t sleep?”
You are startled again as you spot him leaning against the wall by the kitchen.
“Oh my god!” You said as you clutched your chest. “Stop scaring me like that!”
He chuckles. “Sorry! I can’t help how I move. Or maybe you just need to relax a little bit. You seem a bit tense.”
You swallowed hard. “It’s the heat. I can’t stand it. I just get really agitated,” You said, spooning another bite of ice cream into your mouth.
“Sorry I woke you…I forgot you were out here,” you said apologetically, suddenly remembering that he chose to sleep on the couch.
“Nah. I couldn’t sleep either. I have a weird sleep pattern.”
You nodded wordlessly.
He walks over to the counter to reach for the bottle of whiskey then searches for a lowball glass up on the cupboards. When he couldn’t find one, he settled for one of the plastic cups set out and poured himself a shot. “Want some?”
You shook your head. Whiskey wasn’t really your thing…though watching him toss it back and swallow makes you want to get into it.
“I was thinking,” he started after setting the cup back down on the counter. “Since we’re both up, maybe we could finish what we started…you know, before we got rudely interrupted.”
“What makes you think I’d want to finish it?” You’d sound more convincing if the fluttering in your belly would just quit.
He smirks, then saunters towards you. He rests his hand on your hipbone and squeezes it gently. You gasp at the contact.
“One thing you need to know about me is that…I’m very observant. I also like to pay attention.”
He was closing in on you—your lips barely touching. You were panting softly into his mouth. He decides to tease you by darting his tongue out to lick your bottom lip.
“I know you liked it when I touched you here.” He was massaging your hip now. Your hands gripped the kitchen counter, unaware how much longer you’d be able to stand upright.
“And you liked when I did this,” he dipped his head and sucked on your neck. You stifled a moan. When he pulls away, you suddenly feel bereft.
“I want to try something.” You follow his line of sight as he glances over at the pint of ice cream that you were just snacking on. His eyes are dancing with delight as you telepathically work out what he was planning to do.
“Do you—“
“Okay,” you say a little too eagerly.
His lips curve into a slow, sexy smile. “Alright then.” He grabs your spoon and dips it into the tub. He brings it to his mouth for a taste. “Mm…what flavor is this?”
You watch his tongue lick the back of the spoon. “Cookie dough,” you say softly.
“Hm.” He dips the spoon into the tub once more. “I’m more of a chocolate guy but I think I might learn to like this.”
You gasp as he lets the ice cream drip down to the swell of your breast. As the drop slides down to your skin he catches it with his mouth, suckling on the skin. You immediately feel your panties soak through the gusset.
He pulls away once more, licking his lips clean.
He motions over to the counter. “Hop on,” he commands and you do as you’re told.
He takes the pint again and tells you to scoot down to the edge of the counter. Once you do, he drops another scoop of ice cream on your thigh. You watch it slowly drip down further into your leg.
Yoongi dips his head down and you could have sworn that you heard him inhale and take in your scent before he drags his tongue from your inner to your upper thigh. You stifled a moan when he began sucking on the flesh for a few seconds.
“Y-Yoongi, wait—“ You gripped his shoulders.
“Do you want to stop?”
“No, but—“
His eyebrows knit in confusion.
“I think,” you panted, trying to get your head straight after his oral assault. “I think we should move this somewhere else? I-I just don’t want anyone to walk in on us. Maybe you’re into that but I’m not.”
“I’m good with whatever you’re comfortable with.” He gives you a small smile.
“Bedroom, then?”
“Sure.”
You hopped off the counter and started to walk back to your room when you paused then turned to him. “Bring that, will you?” You nodded at the tub of ice cream.
As soon as he shuts the door behind him and sets the ice cream down by the dresser, you turn your head and pull his mouth towards yours for a long, deep kiss. His tongue explored your mouth, licking, tasting.
You felt him backing you up until your calves hit the side of the bed before lowering you onto it. You scoot back further and he starts working on pulling your bottoms off. As soon as he pulls your top off, his mouth quickly wraps around a nipple while his other hand pinches the other.
He pulls away to retrieve the ice cream that he left on the dresser.
You leaned back, your weight balanced on your elbows. Your heartbeat quickened as you anticipated his next move. His gaze was hot, lips parted as he dropped another scoop down to your pelvis. He drags his tongue downwards, until he goes past your mound and finishes with a light flick at your folds.
You gasped audibly. When he leans back, you dip your finger into the tub and swipe it at his mouth. A low growl escapes him as you licked it off hungrily. His eyes were so completely dilated by lust, they were black.
You lifted his shirt. You pulled it up and over his head, his shoulders strain with the hard stretch of fabric. You take the ice cream from him and dip your fingers into the tub once more and drag it across your chest.
His head turned, mouth latching onto your nipple and suckling, easy, gentle tugs of suction on the sensitive point. You whimpered when his teeth caught the hardened tip, completely trapping you.
Your head bowed, eyes entranced at the sight of his hollowing cheeks. Inside the heat of his mouth, his tongue fluttered at the tip, his throat working as he swallowed. Your core tightened and pulsed, echoing the rhythmic pulls. You feel him slide two fingers in you–working and stretching you for him.
Having had enough, he takes the tub and tosses it by the nightstand haphazardly.
He slots himself between your legs and settles there for a bit, tasting, and licking you. Your back arches, lifting your hips to his mouth as he sucked and fluttered his tongue over your clit. He sits up, stopping short of your orgasm–which, surprisingly, didn’t even make you mad.
Frantically reaching between you, you untied the drawstring of his waistband and pushed the elastic down enough to free him. You gasped not just at the size but the girth. This was why you weren’t mad at him for stopping.
“What did you say you wanted earlier?”
You swallow hard as his voice brings you back to reality. “W-what?”
“Earlier, when you were in the kitchen.” He was pumping his cock slowly, stopping to squeeze the tip…teasing you while you salivated.
“I…I don’t–” you struggled to find the words.
“You wanted to get–what was it? Dick-whipped? Or dicked-down?”
Your eyes almost bulge out of your sockets as he repeated your supposedly throwaway comment from this morning–when he walked in on you and Lili in the kitchen.
“If that’s still on the table then you’re in for a real treat,” he says with a devilish lilt to his voice. You didn’t protest when he took your hand and pulled it towards him. You instinctively wrap your hands around him, fingertips tracing the thick veins coursing along his length. The tip was dripping with precum, your thumb captured it, hands gliding, spreading his slick all over him.
He pulls away and sits on the bed, urging you to climb on top of him. Once your legs settle on either side of his hips, you lift yourself slightly then align the tip to your opening. “Take it slow,” he ordered gruffly. “I want to be inside you all night and we can’t have you sore,” he says, running his hands down your arms.
That sent shivers down your spine, goosebumps covering your skin. You couldn’t take your eyes off it. “What if–what if I can’t–” you struggled to find the words. You weren’t sure if he would fit–if you could make him fit. Sensing your apprehension, Yoongi reached up with both hands, pushing the hair back from your face. “Trust me–” He kisses you. “You can,” he says confidently.
You were the one positioning him, lowering onto him, taking a moment to rub the wide head of his cock back and forth between your already dripping folds.
He groaned at the feel of your warmth, his hips lifting slightly, pushing demandingly into you. He grabbed your hips firmly, pulling you down, spreading you wide open for him.
“Fuck, Yoongi,” Your eyelids grew heavy as you sank onto him, taking him inch by inch inside of you.
He lifted you slightly. You sighed, feeling his length glide out of you until he stopped right at the tip. He held you there, hovering for a few seconds then lowered you again, making you take more of him in. The veins in his neck stood out as he strained to maintain control.
You pushed up, then slid back down. Over and over. Working him deeper each time, until your ass sat atop his thighs. He was deliciously thick and long. You whimpered as he throbbed inside you.
Tilting your head, you kissed him, savoring the slow slide of his tongue against yours.
With your hands on his shoulders, you fucked him with rhythmic pumps of your hips. He was delectable and absolutely irresistible. The feel of his cock moving inside you. That low, rumble in his chest gave away how turned on he was. A sheen of sweat coated his chest and his forehead. The way his biceps and pectorals clenched when you dropped down and his cock pushed deep. You were shamelessly needy for it and couldn’t get enough.
“Mm–so fucking good,” he growled, making your walls clench at the compliment.
He put the pad of his thumb to his lips and ran his tongue across it in a slow, sensual lick, his eyes never leaving your face. Reaching between you, he rubbed your clit in hard, quick circles. His ministrations turned out to be too much–pushing you over the edge. You felt a scream building up but you also didn’t want to wake the whole cabin. You instinctively bury your face between the crook of his neck and shoulder before you came with a cry, your cunt milking his cock in euphoric ripples.
Not even a few seconds after the contractions slow, he springs into action and flips you on to your stomach.
With one hand at the small of your back, holding you down, he cupped your wet heat and rubbed, massaging your arousal all over you. He spread it around, coating you with it. Your hips circled, seeking that perfect bit of pressure to reach another orgasm.
The pounding in your clit and the needy clenching of your empty cunt was driving you mad. He pushed two fingers into you and your nails dug into layers of sheets. He finger-fucked you leisurely, sliding lazily in and out, keeping you on the edge.
“Yoongi, please,” you sobbed, the sensitive tissues inside you rippling greedily around his digits. You were coated in sweat, barely able to breathe.
His fingers pulled free and then his cock was pushed into you. Your pussy spasmed around him, sucking him deeper. You heard his breath catch in a muffled groan.
You mewled helplessly with the pleasure of it, your entire body shaking as he fucked you thoroughly, his cock rubbing and tugging at tender, hyperstimulated nerves. The pressure built and built, brewing like a storm.
“Oh, fuck, yesss,” you gasped, stretched tightly with anticipation.
Then he pulled out at the first grip of your core and left you hanging on the precipice again. Only to slip himself all the way back in, filling you, stroking rhythmically into your trembling core.
His thighs kept yours spread wide so he could sink deep. Over and over. The tempo of his thrusts were relentless.
You let out a sudden yelp when he gives your ass a good smack. Bending over you, he gasped in your ear, “Are you dicked-down enough yet? Hm?”
You had nothing left to fight with, barely able to whimper when he reaches under and rolled an aching nipple between his fingertips and slides down to your splayed legs. His hips began to lunge, his cock pumping upward into you as he pinched and swiped at the folds around your throbbing clit before rubbing the swollen bud.
You came again with a hoarse cry of his name, the sheets and mattress muffling your screams. Your entire body convulsing as the relief exploded through you. The orgasm lasted, what felt like forever and Yoongi was tireless, extending your pleasure with the perfect thrusts you’d craved for earlier.
You collapse onto the bed, panting and soaked with sweat. He pulls out of you carefully and turns you over with your back to the mattress. You were in a complete orgasmic daze–incapable of stopping him when he pushed your thighs apart and put his mouth on you. He tongued and suckled on your clit until you came again. And again.
Your back arched with each orgasm, your breath draining from your lungs. You lost track of how many times you climaxed after they began rolling into each other, cresting and waning like the tide.
Climbing over you with one knee on the mattress and the other leg extended to the floor, he pushes himself into you one more time. You shoved at him, “Wait–I don’t know if I can take any more…”
“I know, baby.” He slid into you, his eyes on your face as he pushed carefully through swollen tissues. “I’ll go slow,” He says soothingly.
Somehow, it occurred to you that he hadn’t cum yet. Hypersensitivity be damned, your hips moved of their own volition and met his thrusts.
“So good…can’t stop,” he says sighs. Like clockwork, you feel another orgasm slowly building up.
“I don’t think I can pull out–you feel too fucking good,” he moans as he drags his cock in and out of your cunt.
You didn’t want him to, either. “S’okay–implant,” you managed to assure him, referring to the contraceptive implant in your arm.
He rolled his hips, stirring his cock inside you, pulling you onto him until you gasped in pain at how deep he was. Your cunt clung to the base of his length, spread wide for him. He filled you to the brim and you loved every bit of it. Throwing his head back, he gasped and jerked inside you. He spurted hotly, groaning, his hips still thrusting, staying true to what he said…that he just couldn’t stop.
******
The next morning, you awoke with the sun peeking through the blinds. You roll onto your back as your eyes adjust to the natural light that starts to fill the room. Vague memories from last night also began to flood in.
Yoongi.
“Fuck,” you sit up abruptly, suddenly aware that you were naked under the covers. The door slowly opening startles you and you instinctively pull the blankets tight around your chest. He walks in with a big, piping hot cup of coffee. You accept it and mouth your ‘thanks’ before taking a sip. You hummed in appreciation while he sat on the mattress next to you.
“Didn’t think I’d ever get enough of hearing that sound,” he says as he shyly scratches the back of his head.
You smiled as your face started to heat up. You cleared your throat. “Uhm—did you…did you sleep here? I don’t remember.” Yes, the multiple orgasms practically rendered you comatose.
“Yeah,” he says slowly. “I managed to grab a towel from the bathroom across the hall after…for you–but then after that, I, uh…didn’t think I could walk back to the couch,” he laughed nervously, “So…I just knocked out. I hope you didn’t mind.”
“No, I didn’t.” Truthfully, you didn’t remember much but you vaguely recalled a warm body next to yours. You weren’t much for cuddling but it didn’t seem to bother you.
You both chuckled awkwardly. “Anyway, I woke up before everyone else and made breakfast. Thought you’d be hungry.”
“Oh.” That was nice of him. “Y-yeah…I just–need a minute to get changed.”
“Sure. Take your time,” he says casually before leaning in, intending to give you a peck on your cheek but you suddenly turn your head and he ends up landing on your lips instead.
Okay…this, you remember. His velvet tongue slips into your mouth, stroking yours in long, languid licks. He pulls away first–and you’re both breathless. Knowing full well that you were bare under the sheets, he’s fighting every instinct in him to rip the covers off you and fuck you senseless this morning.
“So…I’ll, uh, see you in a few minutes? Namjoon says he wants everyone to go on a hike later so you might need some fuel for that.”
You made a face. You weren’t much of an outdoors-y person but you also didn’t want to be the party pooper. “I guess, yeah.”
“Or,“ his finger brushes your bare shoulder. "I can tell him that we’re allergic to hikes and we can just chill in the jacuzzi out back. It’d be a shame not to put it to good use this weekend,” he says offhandedly.
You bit your lip at the sound of that.
You’ve reach the end! Thank you so much for reading!
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Genre:Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut
Warnings: cussing; explicit sexual conversations; hints of awkward family dynamic; fake-dating; hired escort; some anxiety; alcohol consumption
Word count: 2.3K+ words
Summary:On your brother’s wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.
A/N:I’ve been waiting for the right time and prompt to do another JJK fic so…I’m super excited for this. This is loosely inspired by The Wedding Date (2004) but with a slight twist. If you know the movie, I hope you’ll still read along. I have a habit of getting prompts from random movies or shows that I revisit and then find some details that I’d like to switch up for my own personal wish-fulfillment bank so, I hope it does the same for yours as well!
Thank you to @internetjunkdrawer for beta-ing and screaming with me (as if there was any other way of talking about this AU). Also thinking about you, @deepseavibez, my love.
And with that, please enjoy Part 1!
“Hi, YN–It’s Jeon Jungkook. I apologize for not getting back to you last night but I just wanted to let you know that I got your message. Listen, I can tell that you’re nervous–I completely understand, but this is what I do for a living. And you know what? By the time this is all over, your ex will regret that he ever left you. Trust me,” he says.
“Anyway, I’ve got a couple things that I need to do this morning so I’m afraid we’ll just have to meet at the airport. I received the itinerary and the e-ticket, so I appreciate you sending those.” He sighs. “Well…I can’t wait to see you!”
******
Since taking your seat, you hadn’t been able to stop fidgeting–just unable to settle. You keep glancing back, past the business-class cabin entranceway, keeping an eye out for him.
You scroll through your phone for a couple minutes but even that can’t keep you calm as you couldn’t stop your fingers from trembling. You slide your phone into your purse and pick up the in-flight safety instruction pamphlet and examine that instead.
“I’m guessing you’re not much of a frequent flyer?”
You look up to see a lady seated right across the aisle from you in business class. She gave you a kind smile and could sense your restlessness. “Oh…” You immediately tucked the pamphlet away. “No, I actually fly a fair amount. It’s just that–” you felt weird oversharing with this complete stranger but your anxiety just causes you to expel more words out of your mouth than necessary.
“My brother’s getting married and his best man is my ex. I just want to make sure that I know where all of the exits are in case I change my mind and you know…yeet myself out of this plane,” you rambled, finishing with a grimace.
She smiled at you uncomfortably before turning back to her e-reader. You sink into your seat in utter embarrassment. This trip was already off to a great start.
******
// Three months ago…
“Cris…I don’t know,” you said skeptically as you absentmindedly twirled your office chair around.
“What do you mean? I’m telling you, it’s very discreet. Literally, there’s an NDA option, if you really want to go there—“
“But that’s the point,” you protested. “I don’t know if I actually want to go there.” You ran your fingers gently over the calligraphy embossed on the thick, textured cardstock while talking to your friend on the phone.
“Maybe I’m just going to tell them that I’m tied up with a huge campaign and I have to be here to oversee everything.”
You hear Cristina groan angrily through your bluetooth earpiece. “YN, that is the coward’s way out and you know it. Why are you the one left feeling insecure and embarrassed after all this time? You did nothing wrong! If anything, that asshole should back out and retreat into a dark hole if he knew what was good for him,” she spat out.
“Also, do you really think that Taehyung would allow his favorite sister to bow out of his own wedding?” She asked.
Ever since your mother remarried, you and Taehyung have developed an unexpectedly close bond over the years. He was a bonus sibling that you didn’t ask for and he sure as hell felt the same way about you in the beginning. As time went on, you realized that you would be around each other for a while and so your relationship organically grew. You loved and protected each other as if you had shared the same DNA.
You sighed, tossing your brother’s wedding invitation on your desk, where it lands on a pile of the rest of your interoffice mail. The last time you were around your family was during his engagement party–which was already a stretch for you. You flew out there, intending on staying for the weekend but were so traumatized by nosey friends and relatives that you ended up taking a red-eye that same evening to escape it all.
When you are still silent on the other line, Cristina urges you further.
“Babe, listen. I have it on a very reputable source that this service is 100% satisfaction guaranteed—or your money back.”
You rolled your eyes then chuckled. “Cris, I’m not buying a vacuum cleaner.”
“Really, YN? Because by the sound of it, you seem like you need some good suction in certain places,” she cackled.
“Cristina!” you shrieked as her laughs rang on the other line.
You groaned. “Why are we friends again?”
She exclaimed, “Because! You love me and you know I’m not afraid to call you out on your bullshit,” she laughs. “And if there’s a chance that you can get a good dicking-down out of this—“
You immediately stop her right there. “Yah! Okay, Cris, I got it!” You sighed heavily, reaching over and picking up the invitation again, tapping it furiously on the surface.
After a long beat, you finally relent. “Fine. I’ll message him on the app. No promises, though. And who knows, he might not have any room on his calendar even with the three-month leeway. What with him being so popular and all,” you muttered.
You open the app on your phone and key in his name to pull up his profile–which turns up in your history because you’ve repeatedly visited and studied it obsessively for the last few days before chickening out and promptly closing it.
His page didn’t contain a photo but he was ranked at the top of your search results based on proximity and reviews alone. And boy, did he have a lot of them! He had hundreds of comments and triple the amount of anonymous ratings. Five stars on all of them. 10 out of 10, would highly recommend.
You shuddered at the thought.
Before losing your nerve, you finally made up your mind and decide to pull the trigger. You tap on the envelope icon to begin typing a direct message to him.
“Well, either way, tell me how it goes! I want to know every detail!” Cristina says excitedly.
As your thumb hovered over your phone’s keypad, you asked your friend one last question. “Cris, be honest–are you the reputable source claiming 100% satisfaction?”
After a brief pause, she says, “I’m afraid I can’t comment on that, YN. I signed an NDA.”
//END FLASHBACK
******
“Ma’am–ma’am, you can’t be back here,” the flight attendant warns you.
“I’m sorry–I swear, I don’t have a drinking problem,” you breathed out after you helped yourself to a couple of mini bottles of cognac from the in-flight crew’s stock. “And you can charge my seat. I just…I’m just really nervous,” you say anxiously.
“W-we have some dramamine, if you–”
“N-no, it’s not that.“ You blurted out. “I’m nervous because any second now, my date will show up at 2B. I’ve never met him so…if there’s any chance that I’ve made a huge mistake and he looks like a troll, I need to be drunk enough for him to look really good.”
“Oh, honey,” Her brows flick up as she looks past your shoulder. “I think you need to sober up now to appreciate the masterpiece that just walked in,” she says, sounding flustered.
Your brows furrowed. “What?”
She clears her throat and widens her eyes, tilting her chin up to gesture towards the cabin. “Say hello to 2B.”
You turn around slowly to find a man dressed in a dapper suit–his back facing you. He is welcomed by another flight attendant, who presents him with a tray of glasses filled with complimentary champagne.
You approached him carefully. As he reaches out to take a second flute, you catch a glimpse of his tattooed fingers, making your breath hitch.
“J-Jungkook?” You say with a hint of uncertainty.
Suddenly, time slips into slow-motion. At the sound of his name, he turns so fluidly. You couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping when you finally got a good look at him.
His hair was brushed up, letting a few strands fall loosely onto one side–barely brushing his eyebrow. He had big, dark eyes–eyes filled with youthful curiosity yet glazed with intense masculinity. It was a deadly combination that would unnerve anybody.
Your eyes zero-in on his mouth–pink and plush with a little freckle that sat beneath the fullest part of his lower lip. You watched it disappear as his lips curved into a slow, sexy smile.
“Hi, YN.” The sound of his voice was soft, but it was the underlying tone of it–firm but calm. And it oddly settled your nerves almost instantaneously.
When you finally pick your jaw up off the floor, he hands you the second glass of champagne. After you accept it, he takes your free hand in his and gently squeezes it. “Nice to meet you,” he says, then takes you by surprise when he leans in to plant a soft kiss on your cheek.
And just like that, your stomach is in knots again. He smiled after hearing you gasp softly at how forward he was. You gave him a tight smile in return, figuring that it was all part of the act.
“Let’s sit?” He offers.
You’d interacted with him for all but 30 seconds but you were all-too-happy to obey. After he settles into his seat, he turns his full attention to you.
“I, uh–hope you didn’t have trouble checking in,” you said meekly.
“Everything went smoothly,” he says. “Thanks for making all the arrangements.”
You took a sip–actually, it was more of a hefty gulp–of your champagne.
“I’m sorry that I couldn’t leave sooner. I know that you wanted some time to get settled before heading to the party but–I ran into some extenuating circumstances,” he says vaguely.
You chuckled. “Must be peak season for you, huh?” You regretted the words the instant they left your mouth.
His eyebrows quirk at your comment.
“I…I mean–” you stuttered. “I’m so sorry–I didn’t mean to say–”
He chuckled. “It’s okay, YN. Doesn’t phase me,” he says calmly.
You sink into your seat, willing the ground to open up and swallow you whole.
“So…maybe, we can take this opportunity to get to know each other? It’s a 5-and-a-half hour flight. We should maximize our time, don’t you think?”
You nodded at his suggestion. “Uh, yeah,” you sat up straight. “Yeah, for sure. I should tell you, though–right off the bat…You know those families who are totally crazy and chaotic? But at the end of the day, they’re still your family and you love them regardless of all that?”
“Uh huh?”
“Yeah, my family is not like that.” You said immediately.
He stifled a snort. “Noted,” he says with a smile before taking a sip of his drink.
You quickly added, “I love my brother, though. And my dad. Well…stepbrother and stepdad,” you clarified. “We don’t share the same bloodline–so…I consider them more as unwilling participants in the craziness. Kind of like hostages,” you gave him a small smile.
He thinks it’s endearing and he gives you that million-dollar smile once more.
Holy shit…an entire week of this. You cleared your throat in an attempt to stay on track. “Anyway, should we talk about our cover story? Just so we’re on the same page and all,” you say, suddenly all business-like.
“Of course,” he says politely. “Always good to get the basics down.”
You both agree to a rehearsed but realistic and sensible story.
Jungkook is a cardiologist and you were introduced by a mutual friend months ago by going on a blind date. Even though you both had ridiculously busy schedules, you were both just absolutely crazy about each other and couldn’t stand the thought of being apart so you found a way to make this relationship work.
“Okay–I’ve got it down,” he says nonchalantly.
“Are you sure? We can go over the details again?”
“YN–” he says in that quiet but stern tone that stops you in your tracks. You were starting to think that you might actually enjoy being spoken to like this every now and then. Before you could let that sink in, he interrupts your thoughts. “I said, I’ve got it. And don’t worry. I’m a professional,” he says, reassuringly.
You nodded wordlessly, taking another gulp of your champagne.
Seconds later, he changes tact. “When we first spoke, you also mentioned a certain someone…“
Your eyes widen, knowing full well whom he was referring to. “Oh yeah…him.” You paused. “Haru.” His name finally came to you as if it was a distant, forgotten memory that you had to pull from within the depths of your brain cells since you had been distracted for the last few hours by the magnificent piece of work sitting next to you.
“How do you want to deal with that? Should we come up with a plan for him?”
You chewed at your bottom lip. The last time you saw Haru, you spent all of your energy trying to dodge him during the engagement party. But you’d be circling each other all week, at which point, he’d be impossible to avoid. You had to deal with him sometime.
“How far do you want to take it? I can kick things up a notch whenever he’s around or…should I follow your lead?” He paused, waiting for any other ideas that you might have.
You looked away, pursing your lips, considering it. After a long beat, you look him in the eye again. “I just want him to see what he’s missing out on,” you replied confidently.
He regards you intently. “Well…easy-peasy then,” he says smugly.
You cocked an eyebrow and scoffed. “Oh, really?”
He smirks at your skepticism.
“All in a day’s work, huh?” You say to him.
He shook his head. “I say it’s easy because,” he turns his hot gaze towards you again. “Only a blind man would fail to see what they’re missing out on,” he finishes without blinking.
You swallowed hard while you watched him throw his head back, downing the final drops of his drink.
For a brief moment, you questioned his sincerity. If there was a fine line between truth and lies, Jungkook was excellent at blurring it.
Andyou wouldn’t even be able to tell the difference.
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\ kō-ˈket Definition:noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.
Pairing:Escort!JJK x Fem-reader
Rating: M ()
Genre:Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut
Warnings (more to be written in individual chapters): cussing; explicit sexual conversations; hints of awkward family dynamic; fake-dating; hired escort; some anxiety; alcohol consumption
Summary:On your brother’s wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.
A/N: This is loosely inspired by The Wedding Date (2004) but with a slight twist. If you know the movie, I hope you’ll still read along. I have a habit of getting prompts from random movies or shows that I revisit and then find some details that I’d like to switch up for my own personal wish-fulfillment bank so, I hope it does the same for yours as well!
Comment, reblog, or send me feedback! –I love hearing from readers! Taglist is open as well so please comment on this post to be included on the next update.
Warnings: Swearing, abandonment, hybrids are only considered as pets, mentions of pre-heat and scent triggers
Premise:A sugar glider hybrid with a broken past. Seven men convinced they can give her the life she’s always wanted. Sometimes destiny has a funny way of finding you, and sometimes it smells like Eucalyptus.
Authors notes: Surprise! I know it has been a while, and I’m so sorry about that. I have a few fics I’m finishing up, so I’m hoping I’ll have them to you soon! -Anyways, enjoy and please let me know what you think
Hearing voices of the shelter workers coming down the hall, you quickly swallow down your mouthful of food. It didn’t matter how long you had been here, you still didn’t particularly like any of them. It’s not as if they were bad people, they did their job well. But you could never really bring yourself to trust them. The humans you had encountered before being at the shelter were a waking nightmare. This small cage you were given was the only isolated solace you had.
You watched other hybrids come and go, many being adopted into ‘forever homes’ as the workers called it. You didn’t believe in their stories of warm caring homes, with owners that cherished their hybrids. You’d never seen it, so it couldn’t be real.
Stalking over to perch behind one of your logs you waited for them to walk right past you. They always did. No one wanted a broken hybrid. A sweet melodic voice echoes in your ears as they approach. Your ears twitch with interest, ok maybe you were slightly curious about this person now.
“Our rodents are kept separately for their safety. However many of them can live in interspecies homes.” You could hear the attendees’ voices now. You inwardly can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. You really didn’t enjoy this man. “I understand you are hoping for a smaller hybrid.”
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Premise: It was a bet gone wrong. A bet they didn’t think they’d loose.
Author’s notes: Hello! This one was inspired by the tropes of a ‘BET’. I realized I’d get super frustrated with the OC’s, if it was me I’d be mad. Beyond mad, so I wanted to do one were OC would get mad as well. Sorry this is me projecting this time!
“The tweedles wanted to know if we were gonna hit up Taemins party this weekend.” Plopping down at one of your university’s library table, one that your close friend has currently sprawled out a cluster of study material. Every fibre of his being looks like it’s completely absorbed into the text.
“Dunno. What’d you tell them?” Hoseok replies, not looking up from his books and laptop.
“That I’d check with you first, you have the last mid term next Tuesday.” You shrug, knowing full well that he wasn’t looking. You pull out your phone to scroll through your Insta feed. You often stay with Hoseok while he studied and you had a free block. A silent company you both enjoyed.
Everyone knew that when the 5 of your showed up at a party, it was officially a banger. The other 3 of your friend group tending to opt out. They weren’t really parting goers and you could understand why. They had other interests that took up their spare time. As the 8 of your struggles through studies you’d either be together or on most Friday nights the 5 of you would be out.
It had been like it since you transferred mid semester a few months ago. The youngest 3, plus Hoseok calling you over one day out of the blue to ask if you were new. Upon saying you were, they instantly decided you’d be there friend. You weren’t sure at first, you didn’t want to make friends. But meeting the rest of the guys, you had quickly fallen into place. You were all similar in some ways, so it wasn’t hard to lose your reservations.
“Um… babed, I need to talk to you about something.” His normally steady chipper voice coming out somber, a slight tremble. You peer up at him over your phone. He’s abandoned his studying completely to face you.
“Uh, yea. What wrong?” Placing your phone on the table you equally give him your attention.
“Fuck, I don’t even know where to start.” If you though his voice sounded strained and trembling before, you were really worried now.
“Spit it out man, you’re freaking me out.” You push.
“Shit ok, me and a couple of the guys made a bet the first time we met you, that we could make you fall for one of us. It’s stupid and immature and I’m sorry I even took part in it. But this friendship is more important then that and I didn’t want you to find out from someone else.” His words spew out of him like they burn his mouth. The faster he gets it out the less pain you’d both endure.
Each word takes you by surprise, you don’t react right away. Allowing yourself to contemplate his words carefully.
“Who else?”
“That’s not really for me to say, they should be telli-“ He tries.
“The tweedles then” You knew already. Somehow you always knew there was something off.
“Wh-”
“It was kinda obvious. They have a reputation for playing with girls. I’ve had multiple old conquests of theirs come up to warn me about them.” You give him a reassuring look. Besides you in the party group he was the only one with a decent reception with women. His ex only had ever said sweet things about him, so it was shocking to hear that he was in on it.
However, people do crazy things during heartbreak and you did transfer in shortly after they separated. You’d give him the benefit of the doubt. He was telling you about it and he seemed sincere.
“Hell Jimin was bragging to Namjoon about the girl he took home weeks ago. And dumb and dumber were arguing over which one of them the waitress winked at the other weekend. You’d think they’d outgrown that shit by now, but I guess that’s Tae and jk for you” You continue. “And thank you for telling me.”
“I’m just I’m glad you hadn’t fallen for any of them yet” His breathing evening out now in relief. “I would have hated myself if you had but didn’t know.”
That makes you stop.
“Yet? I wouldn’t have.” Your amused scoff takes him by surprise. You watch his face contort into suspicion.
“Really? You’re telling me none of them have a chance.”
“Yes that’s exactly what I’m telling you. They’re not my type.” You were baffled. Did he seriously not notice your outward pining for a particular friend of theirs. “Besides I already like someone… and I here thought I was making that disgustingly obvious”
You give him a moment to mull over your words, you can almost see the words turning, the gears smoking. Before his realization crashes down on him.
“That’s what all those marriage jokes are?! You like Yoongi?” Forgetting where you are he voice reaching too loud. Many hushes and shushes are directed towards your table. You don’t even flinch, watching him in amusement as we apologizes to the others around him before turning back to you.
You let out a dramatically long sigh, “He hasn’t said no yet, he may ignore it but one day I’ll wear him down”
You shoot him a wink.
“You’vegot to be kidding me.”
“That I am not my friend, so will you be my best man or are you gonna be his at our wedding? Because honestly I don’t think I’m willing to give you up now, your speech would be one for the books”
“You are crazy” Finally a smile cracks on his dumbstruck face.
“Crazy in love~” you sing sweetly leaning into him.
“You’re gross.” He chuckles, pushing you away from him.
“And you my sunshine are going to buy me dinner as your apology and we are going to discuss wedding decor.”
Slinging your arm around his shoulder you wiggle your eyebrows at him. He attempts to muffle his laugh in his hands, muttering a ‘deal’ to your demands.
For now you’d think over what you knew. You had to find out what was more important now: your friendship or their stupid bet.
Because either way they were about to lose.
Sitting in the canteen of the university, you can hear the chattering around you, but your too lost in thought to notice anything. You’re staring idly at your phone, boots up on the table unable to reign in your annoyance. The tweedles had messaged about meeting up for lunch, you had agreed, unknowingly to them, under terms of interrogating them about their little bet. However, something in the air had changed when you saw them walk in. They waved at you before grabbing food and then heading over. You fell into your regular banter and small talk, body still reclined against the plastic chair, now not held up by tension, but an underlying need to know. What was more important to them.
So you hatched your plan right there and then.
“Everything ok?” Jungkook chimes at you from across the table. “Not eating today?”
“Yea just not hungry. Heard something today and it makes me feel sick.” You reply solemnly, purposefully being vague. Your eyes soft as you meet his, not giving anything away.
“What?” Taehyung pipes up next to you.
You fight against yourself, wanting to smirk, but you maintain a somber appearance. You knew they would take the bait
“I heard from the other campus that there’s a group of guys tricking girls into liking them. Apparently they have some sick wager on it, these poor girls.” You sigh deeply, shaking your head in disapproval. “And for these guys to just drop the girl after. How can some people be so heartless?”
You ignore the startled and pointed looks the give each other. Pretending not to see the panic as you focus your gaze back on your phone. Giving them a few moments of silence to answer, to respond in some way. When they don’t you try again.
“Why can’t people just be honest? To use others emotions for a twisted game. If it were me, I’d let it go if they told me the truth. Like it’s a shitty way to start a friendship but if it means something, it makes it so much worse.”
It felt like eternity before you hear one of them speak again.
“Some people are just shitty….” Jimin’s voice croaks out, your eyes snapping up to his. You keep your risin emotions to yourself.
“Good thing I met you guys then huh?” One eyebrow lifting in a double meaning, a true test.
“Yea” Jungkook laughs awkwardly. “You sure are lucky.”
You give them your best fake laugh, noticing out of the corner of your eye their once again not so subtle looks of terror aimed at eachother as they laughed with you.
“Just ignore all that kind of talk y/n” Taehyung nudged you. “Let’s focus on your birthday coming up!”
Deflection…great.
“Exactly! Did you manage to secure the vip room for your favourite club?”
Superficial conversation overtakes the group. Your birthday only a few weekends away, once a time you were vibrating with sheer excitement of the party’s shenanigans and now a sense of dread circles around you. Dread and annoyance.
Continuing to act like your friendship with these men weren’t in shambles began to weigh on you. You finding it harder and harder to keep the fake smiles from cracking, the fake laughs from bubbling into something vile.
By the time they left for their classes you were ready to set fire to the building. You wanted to watch it all burn. They lied to you. Not well either. That was the twisted part, if you had blatantly paid attention to their reactions they would have known that you knew that it was them. But because you acted oblivious to it being them, they played it off. You gave them the perfect chance to explain themselves.
Maybe they needed a few days to let your words sink in before telling you? You just hoped that was the case.
☄️
Everytime you brought it up or someone mentioned something they 3 of them would get progressively more uncomfortable. Opting to running away or coming up with some lame excuse. So you stopped looking for them, you stopped replying to the gc, stopped going out with them on friday nights.
You and Hoseok however were getting closer. You two would go out partying together, lunches would now be spent with him and Yoongi, which you could not be more thankful for, and meeting up between classes. Slowly, thanks to Hoseok, Yoongi would ask you to hang out more one on one, inviting you out to his favourite record stores and other places he enjoyed. His blank face now breaking into a soft smile around you more and more.
It had been 3 weeks since that day in the canteen and still nothing from the tweedles. You had a free morning this morning, so instead of steeping in your own annoyance at the situation you decided to grab a coffee at the cafe down the street then head to your favourite park, a book Namjoon had recommended in hand. Choosing a spot near the shore, to watch the morning sun sparkle against the blue water, tide swishes back and forth.
You had settled down on the grass, a comfortable silence….well it was.
“What the hell is going on with you lately?” Taehyungs voice boomed from behind you, anger radiating into your back like a dagger.
“Well good morning to you too Taehyung. Oh and a lovely morning to you Jungkook and Jimin.” You don’t bother looking up from your book. You know if Taehyung was there so would the other two. He would be too chicken shit to come up to you on his own.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Jungkook now interrogates. It was almost laughable at how offended they sound, especially considering you were the one who should be.
“Well I was reading outside enjoying me free time until 3 lumbering lugnuts showed up aggressively not bidding me a good morning.” You sigh deeply before bookmarking your page and turning to face them. “but please do elaborate on your question.”
“You’ve been avoiding us for weeks, what the fuck gives?” Now apparently Jimins turn.
“I have not been avoiding. I just haven’t been going out of my way for you. I literally spoke to you and Jungkook yesterday.” You’re already exhausted, collecting yourself you stand up.
“That was about an assignment and then you dipped on us.”
“We want our best friend back”
“Best friend?” You scoff so hard you almost choke. This was ridiculous. “You sure about that? Or is your memory a little fuzzy from the lack of your shared brain cell.”
“Wha-?”
“We must have different definitions of bestfriends because mine doesn’t include sleeping with them to win money.” Your irritation clearly shows on your face now.
“Hoseok outted himself. He never mentioned you guys. No you guys did that yourselves. You’re not subtle about the way you treat girls. Hell I know most of the girls, I do live in the dorms remember.” You can’t stop your eyes from rolling. “You treat girls like shit. The only people you don’t look down on are your friends because you have weird superiority complexes. If anything being your friend before hand made it impossible for me to have any attraction to you.”
“We swear that we wanted to be your friend because of a bet, but it’s not like that now. Not after we got to know you.” Jimin tries to explain, you shake your head at his words.
“Any confessions of friendship mean nothing coming out of your mouths. I can’t trust anything you say. Up until this moment, of me dragging it out in the open, you were still working on winning your little bet.” Your anger simmers barely under the surface. “I gave you the perfect opportunity to come clean. But you chose to lie to me instead.”
“We were scared”
Anger bursts out of your chest. The simmering now an over bubbling pot, no one able to turn the heat down.
“Scared? Hoseok was scared when he risked our friendship by telling me the truth. You are cowards trying to save yourself. Puppies with their tails between their legs because they know they’ve done something wrong.” You bite. Fear slapped across their faces as you yell at them.
For the first time since meeting them you had never raised your voice or been annoyed with their idiotic antics, but this was passed that. You pissed at them, and they had brought it upon themselves.
“Don’t bother coming to my birthday, your names are off the guest list.” Finaliing your decision you storm off, book and coffee in hand.
With or without them you were still going to have a good party. You weren’t going to let this affect your night. Hoseok, Yoongi, Namjoon and Seokjin all said they were coming as well as all your other friends. They were all you needed.
You were shocked when Yoongi said he’d be there, but he said he had something special to give you for your birthday. You had joke about it being a wedding ring, telling him to call you Mrs. Min Yoongi. He just rolled his eyes and told you not to get ahead of yourself. It engulfed your spark of hope into a forest fire. So you wouldn’t let this ruin your excitement.
This was a bad wager. They didn’t take into account who you are. This was a Gambler’s ruin.
‘Gambler’s Ruin: A gambler playing a game with negative expected value will eventually go broke, regardless of their betting system’
Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you’ve gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you’re far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can’t seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they’d do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?
Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc
A/N [very important please read]: This story takes place in LA. Reader (AKA Val) is a Mexican national. The members are part of a Korean gang operating in LA known as Bangtan. There’s some Spanish thrown in here or there but I think context explains most of it. Dialogue in italics indicates that the speaker is using either Spanish or Korean in order to exclude some of those present while talking to others. Another important thing to note about the reader is that although I typically try to describe the character’s body as little as possible to be inclusive, this character has very specific physical traits related to her biography, so just be aware of that. I reall hope you enjoy reading it. I LOVE interacting with the readers so please let me know what you think about the characters, theories, my use of commas, whatever.
Chapter warnings: cursing (as always, but this time in Spanish, too!), mentions of sex, jimin’s a hoe, both Tae and reader are orphans so yeah, alcohol
Taehyung left Namjoon’s office feeling rather satisfied. Tonight had been an easy night, smooth and according to plan. He received the shipment at the docks, everything in order and two grand to pad his pockets. After reporting to his boss, the rest of the summer night was wide open and hot with possibilities.
There wasn’t a thing Taehyung didn’t love about his life. And why should he? He had it all. Incredible good looks, money, and power. And if he had to commit a few crimes to keep it that way, what did he care? It was the only life he’d ever known or wanted, to be part of the Bangtan gang that ran LA’s Koreatown, among other things.
Taehyung walked away from the back office, out to the public space on the second floor. Jimin was waiting for him, but they’d both agreed they were looking for something—or someone—else tonight, though a threesome didn’t sound like a bad idea, if they agreed on someone. Taehyung met him at the edge of the second story that only extended through half of the club, giving him a view of the large dance floor in the main room below. He gripped the railing and scanned the space below, waiting for something unknown to catch his eye.
And that something was you.
In the center of the dance floor you were almost impossible to miss. The light beige of your dress contrasted beautifully where it clung against your warm tawny skin. The fringe of your short skirt danced in time with your long black hair as you moved your body to the loud club music. Even from far away, Taehyung could tell your body was fit, but curvy in all the best ways, giving you a beautiful figure. The thought of what you might feel like, how you would fit in his hands transfixed him for an immeasurable amount of time. The only thing that jogged him from his fantasies was your eyes when they looked up and met his. An intoxicating smile spread across your lips before you looked down shyly and giggled. He needed to know what that sounded like.
The song you were dancing to ended and he watched your friend grab you by the hand, pulling you off the dance floor. If you were planning to leave, Taehyung needed to talk to you first, and that instinct got his feet moving quickly. He bumped into a few people on his way down the stairs because his eyes refused to leave you, and he only slowed when he realized you were just going to the bar and not out of Club Seoul. With Jimin following, an amused laugh on his lips, Taehyung made a beeline for the bar.
“Hello,” he greeted with a smile when he sidled up beside you at the bar.
Your dark chocolate eyes flashed wide for a moment before you returned his smile. “Hi.”
“I saw you dancing.” Taehyung leaned his elbow on the bar in front of you.
“I saw you see me,” you replied. You turned to your friend, and cringed, but if you were awkward he didn’t notice, desperate just to have you looking at him again. Taehyung was used to having girls be shy in front of him, frequently stunned into spontaneous mutism by his uncommon good looks, but right now all he was thinking about was you.
“Can I get you a drink?” He asked when you looked back up at his face.
You pointed to the bar, where a bartender was pouring out two shots for you and the other girl. “We already have some.”
“Two more, please, Doyun. And leave the bottle.” The man behind the bar did as Taehyung instructed and then went to get the waters you had asked for.
“You come here a lot?” You asked, noticing the familiar way he spoke with Doyun.
“I practically live here,” Taehyung replied as he passed one of the tequila shots to Jimin. He leaned in closer as the music seemed to get louder. “Maybe you’d like to come up to our VIP room.” His eyes shifted from you up to the second floor and you felt your cheeks heat. You hadn’t even taken your shot yet.
“I don’t even know your name!” You yelled back over the music.
“I’m Tae!” He flashed you his beautiful smile. “It’s nice to meet you-?”
“Val!”
Taehyung clinked his shot glass against yours. “Cheers, Val!” He lifted the glass to his lips and the three of you did the same.
“So, Val, what do you say?” His offer still hung in the air around you.
You looked nervously between Tae and your friend, but she nudged your back. “Can I bring my friend?”
Taehyung nodded happily. “Of course! Follow Jimin!” He pointed to the smaller man beside him, and he led the way toward the stairs while Taehyung grabbed the bottle of tequila off the counter and walked behind you. He shamelessly kept his eyes glued to your round ass as you walked up the stairs behind your two friends.
Jimin led you into a comfortably furnished room with glass tables and soft red couches. You were taller than Jimin with your wedges on, but your smaller friend looked just the right size beside him when they sat together on one of the couches, leaving you to sit next to Taehyung.
Jimin smiled at her and then looked over at Taehyung. “They’re pretty. Good choice.”
“I’m not sharing.” Taehyung scowled at Jimin as you shared a confused look with your friend, neither of you understanding their Korean. “That’s Jimin. He speaks English. He just forgot his manners,” the taller man explained with a pointed look.
Jimin chuckled beautifully, a stunning smile lighting up his face. “I’m sorry.”
Taehyung turned his eyes from the other man to study your face. “So, Val, where are you from?”
Jimin’s accent was thicker than Taehyung’s, which was barely there. It was little more than something slightly off about the way his mouth wrapped around certain sounds, the sort of accent one gained when learning a second language as a young child. Jimin’s was more like your own, one gained in adolescence.
You looked around as if you were cautious about speaking, but decided it was okay. “I’m from Mexico.”
“That’s cool!” Taehyung responded with an enthusiastic smile and threw his arm over the back of the couch, moving a few inches closer to you. “I went to Cancun last year with my boss. Have you been?”
You shook your head, holding back a smile. “I bet it’s beautiful.”
“It is. You’d look even more beautiful there,” Taehyung mused, making Jimin’s chest bubble with his musical laughter.
“I think we need more shots if we’re going to listen to this…”
“Mariana,” the girl by Jimin’s side told him.
“Mariana,” Jimin repeated with a playful tap of his finger under her chin, then he turned to pour out four more shots. You all took them before Taehyung drew your attention back to him, firing off another question before you had the chance.
“Are you just visiting?”
Mariana answered for you, but she was clearly talking to Jimin while the two of them eye fucked each other. “No, we live close by.” Jimin hummed as she touched his arm. You rolled your eyes and looked back at Tae.
“You live in Koreatown?”
“Yeah, we both work at Little Bar.” You looked over at your roommate but she was fully ignoring the two of you now, talking in whispers with Jimin before he poured them each another shot.
“That little hole in the wall?” You nodded. “Damn. You should get a job here. You’d get much better tips.” He winked and you giggled, a happy sound to his ears.
“We do alright. It’s lowkey but we don’t get that many tourists. The pay is alright and the hours aren’t bad."
Taehyung nodded. "Are you a student?” He asked, thinking you couldn’t be much more than twenty-one.
You hummed and continued answering Taehyung’s barrage of questions while Jimin and Mariana got closer and closer. Less than fifteen minutes later, the two of them were making out on the couch, and you and Tae were trying your best to ignore them.
“So, you live close?” Jimin asked when he broke apart for air, perhaps a bit louder than he really intended.
“Yeah, let’s get out of here. Val?” Mariana stood and looked down at you.
“Yeah, sure,” you agreed a little reluctantly. “Tae, it was–”
“I can drive you,” he offered hopefully.
“Oh it’s really not that far, just a few blocks.”
“That’s okay. It will save me the walk back.” He beamed his smile down at you.
It seemed to take you a moment to respond and Taehyung wondered if it was the shots or his smile that dazed you. “Um, you’ve been drinking.”
“Just what I had with you. I’ll be fine. And it’s not far right?” He pushed.
“Aish. Just let him show you his car,” Jimin smirked and began walking from the room, putting the conversation to rest.
Taehyung had gone home after finishing his job for the night to get Jimin and switch his company car for his personal one, a sleek 1966 red mustang convertible in perfect condition. He was thrilled to see that you looked at least somewhat impressed when he led you to see his prized possession.
“Hop in,” he encouraged you. You glanced back at the other couple, already clinging to each other. “Let them take the back seat and ignore them,” he shrugged.
You smiled and slipped into the passenger seat while Jimin helped Mariana into the back by lifting her over the side of the car, making her squeal gleefully before he jumped in with her. Once everyone was settled, Tae pulled out of his spot right in front of the club and followed your directions to your apartment complex. It really was so close you didn’t have time for any more conversation than that, but you could hear kissing sounds from behind you and it made you a little red. Taehyung had barely come to a stop before Jimin was jumping out of the car and bringing Mariana with him.
“Quédate, Valentina,” your roommate said firmly just as you were reaching for the door handle. You stopped your movement and tried not to sigh.
“I’ll call you to come get me later,” Jimin told Tae at the same time, sending him a wink. Then the two rushed toward the gate to the courtyard.
“What did she say?” Taehyung asked as you fidgeted in your seat while you watched them go up the stairs to your apartment.
“She told me to stay, but don’t worry once they get inside I’ll just go sit in the courtyard.”
“Or you can stay with me,” he offered, just as shyly as you had spoken. He wasn’t sure why you made him nervous, maybe he was just feeding off the energy you were giving him. He wasn’t usually this shy and awkward with women.
“Oh, you don’t have to entertain me.”
He blew you off, pushing air through his teeth. “It would be my pleasure. Besides, they’re gonna be a while.”
“How do you know?” You followed his gaze up to your apartment door where they were finally walking in.
“Because Jimin makes it last forever.”
“How do you know?” You repeated innocently.
“Jimin and I are kind of together. I mean, we sleep together. Sometimes,” he admitted but wished he’d kept his mouth shut, in case it freaked you out.
You sputtered for a moment, not quite sure how to respond to that information. “But he—are you upset?” You finally asked, brown cheeks turning red, although it was hard to tell in the darkness.
“No. I mean, it’s not a big deal. We’re both bi and we’re open. We agreed to look for other partners tonight, and he only found Mariana because I picked you so…” he trailed off as your eyes went wide.
“You picked me?” Your voice rose an octave.
“I–no–I…wait!” He stumbled frantically over his thoughts trying to find the right thing to say.
“I’m not-” you were clearly equally at a loss for words.
“I didn’t mean like that. Just, I noticed you first and it just so happened that Jimin is the one getting laid but-”
“I’m not gonna fuck you!” You interrupted.
Taehyung chuckled. “You sure? The back seat is very spacious.”
You stared at him for a moment before laughing genuinely and he sighed in relief that you knew he was joking.
“I’m sorry. I’m just not that…casual,” you said timidly. “I know it’s weird but…”
“No. It’s fine. Honestly. I shouldn’t have assumed.” His voice is gentler than it had been earlier in the evening, soft and deep now that he wasn’t trying to talk over music. It allowed him to feel more open.
Letting the information sink in, Taehyung found he liked your innocence, how soft and shy you were. It was a change from the women he usually met, and the men too. Maybe it was just a corruption kink but he wanted to know what it would be like to break you out of that shell and make you his.
“Are you a virgin?” He asked abruptly. You choked on your spit, too surprised by the question to be able to give an answer before Taehyung tried to fix things. “I’m sorry. That was a stupid question. Forget that I asked! Forget I said anything. Um…are you hungry?”
You took a deep breath before answering. “I am a little. But you don't–”
“Do you like arcades?"
"I- I’ve never been to one,” you shrugged.
Taehyung smiled and shifted into drive, pulling away from the curb. “I know just the place. I think you’ll like it.”
He turned up the radio and you leaned on your elbow against the car door, letting the wind flow through your hair as he drove you through familiar streets. He looked over at you frequently, catching glimpses of your face when you passed under street lights. He couldn’t tell at all what you were thinking, and that only made him want to know more.
Taehyung parked outside a pub with arcade games inside. He didn’t make it to your side in time to open your car door but he held the door of the restaurant open for you like a gentleman.
“You like burgers?” He asked when you were both inside. And you nodded quietly. “This place has the best. Go pick a table and I’ll order for us. You want a beer?” You nodded again, watching his smile grow boxy before he turned to step up to the counter and then you went to find a table near the back wall.
Taehyung placed your order and found you once he had your beers. He sat at a ninety degree angle to you at the four top table and sipped his beer in a comfortable silence while he tried to think of something to say. He’d been carrying the conversation for most of the night and you were both starting to feel a little self-conscious about it.
“Are you from LA?” You finally asked, after a couple of minutes had passed.
“I’ve lived here most of my life. But I was born in Singapore.”
“Like crazy rich Asians,” you blurted out before you slapped a hand over your mouth and mumbled ‘sorry.’
Taehyung laughed loudly. “Yeah, just like that. My parents were Korean, though,” Tae explained.
“Were?” You repeated softly, and he nodded.
“They died when I was five, so I moved here to live with my godfather.”
You gave him a weak smile under your wide sympathetic eyes and touched your fingertips gently to the back of his hand on the table. “I– I lost my parents when I was young too. I don’t remember my mother. And my dad died when I was fifteen.”
“Before or after you came here?” He wondered.
“Before.”
“Then you came all alone, just like me?” You nodded. A heavy silence hung in the air for a moment while you both drank. “Your roommate called you Valentina?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s pretty. Sweet. It suits you.” Your cheeks darkened at his compliment and your eyes flashed with a strange emotion, something close to satisfaction before it disappeared.
“Is Tae short for something?”
He licked the beer off his lip before he answered with a smile. “Taehyung.” He kept smiling as you did your best to get your mouth the syllables. He broke it down for you bit by bit, but the nuance eluded you. “I like Tae just fine,” he assured you.
You continued to share mundane details about your lives until the food came, taking a little less once you started eating. Taehyung watched each of your features shift as you talked, trying to parse out the signature of each emotion as they crossed your face. He listened patiently, trying to decipher some of your words or waiting for you to find the right one, amused even when your Spanish slipped into a phrase uninvited.
“Do you know how to drive?” Taehyung asked once you’d both finished eating.
“No,” you admitted, and he noted the little bit of terror in your eyes.
“That’s okay. Let’s see how much stuff you can hit,” he suggested cheekily, pointing to the game in the arcade room next door. You agreed eagerly and followed him.
It turned out you could hit a lot of stuff. But those games were always much harder than actual driving and in your second race you beat Taehyung by a hair. He got more and more excited as the competitive nature he shared with you came out of you more and more with each game you played. You were both good sports about it though, evenly matched, both winning and losing until you’d played every game in the arcade and it was closing time. Just as you were leaving the bar with light heads and lighter hearts, Taehyung’s phone rang.
“Come get me!” Jimin started before Taehyung even said hello.
“Yah! I’ll be there in a little bit,” he replied and hung up. “Let’s get you home,” he said to you, opening the door this time.
He knew Jimin would be annoyed if he took a long time, but he could walk to Club Seoul and get a ride from someone there if he was really in a rush. Taehyung wasn’t in a hurry for his night with you to end and he drove deliberately slowly back to your part of town. Halfway there, he got the courage to reach one long arm over, just brushing his thin fingers against yours where they rested on the bench before yours twiched toward him, and he laced them with a blissful smile. When he finally pulled up in front of your building, Jimin was standing with his arms crossed, tapping his foot in annoyance. You placed your hand on the handle, but Taehyung tugged on the one he still held.
“Wait. Um–” You looked at him with your big eyes and he almost lost his words. “Are you free tomorrow? I’d like to take you out again.”
You frowned at him. “I work every night this week. Maybe next week,” you added when his face fell.
“What time do you work tomorrow?” He pushed.
“I start at 5.”
“Then I’ll pick you up at noon, and we’ll go have some fun. Dress comfortably,” he instructed without bothering to wait for your response.
“Okay,” you smiled, and he finally released you. You left the door open so that Jimin could take your spot, and Taehyung waited until you were inside the gate to pull away.
“Was she good? What do you have that dopey grin on your face for?” Jimin teased.
“No. We didn’t have sex,” Taehyung admitted.
Jimin let out a disbelieving laugh. “What?”
“Jimin, I think I’m falling in love.”
Jimin wove his fingers into the hair at the back of Taehyung’s head and tugged gently. “Aish, Taehyung-ah. Just drive.” No sooner had Taehyung pulled away from the curb than Jimin’s phone began to ring. “It’s Namjoon hyung,” Jimin informed the driver after fishing his phone out of his pocket. “Bet you twenty bucks he needs us to drive him home,” Jimin quipped just before answering and putting the phone on speaker. “Hey, boss.”
“Are you with Taehyung?”
“Yeah, we’re just-”
“Come pick me up at the club.” Namjoon’s voice was firm, an angry edge in his tone, not a drunken lilt like they had expected.
“What’s going on?” Taehyung asked as he sped up.
“There was a break-in at the warehouse.”
“We’re right around the corner,” Tae told him as he made the turn. He didn’t even have time to put the car in park before Namjoon got in and they were driving again.
“A bit ostentatious for business, Taehyung,” Namjoon commented as he settled into the back seat.
“Sorry, hyung. I thought I was off the clock.”
Namjoon made a deep, dissatisfied sound in his chest. “It’s fine. Just drive carefully. Don’t need to draw any attention to ourselves.”
“Triads?” Jimin asked, turning over his shoulder. The boss hummed an affirmation.
“Getting pretty fucking bold,” Taehyung grumbled as he scanned the streets, making sure he wasn’t breaking any traffic laws.
Namjoon’s jaw flexed as he ran his thumb over the cool steel of his handgun. “We’ll just have to teach them a lesson they’ll remember.”
Normally your mind was empty while you worked out, lifting weights in an almost meditative state, but today your mind was filled with Taehyung. His perfect dark hair you were sure would be angel soft if you ran your fingers through it. His goofy, boxy grin you would try anything just to see. It was just a shame that practically everything you told him was a lie.
It wasn’t him. You lied to everyone. It was just second nature now, the way the name Valentina rolled off your tongue as if it had always been yours and not just for the last two years. There were three Valentinas in your class in elementary school. You thought it sounded like the name of someone who nice things happened to. Not someone like you.
Someone like Taehyung, or so you thought. Maybe it was the fact that you were so wrapped up in your own little lies that you missed the obvious signs of who he really was. But those would come later. Today he was just the cute boy you’d met yesterday, who was going to pick you up in—oh shit you were going to be late.
You rushed home from the gym to shower and clean your body of sweat, to make sure you smelled fresh and perfect, the way Taehyung should see you. When you got out of the shower you dried off and dressed quickly in a pair of jean shorts and a loose t-shirt. You stuck your head out the front door to see him leaning against his car in light slacks and thin, silky, flower patterned shirt, sunglasses covering his eyes. You tiptoes onto the landing to call out to him.
“Tae!” He looked up at you from whatever thoughts he was lost in. “I’m sorry, I’m running a little late. Give me five minutes?"
You couldn’t see his eyes, but his lips spread into a giddy smile. "Take your time, baby. I’ll wait all day.”
You smiled back at him and skipped back into the apartment. You would invite him in, but the place you shared with Mariana was really a one bedroom apartment she had shared with her ex and was desperately seeking a roommate for when you showed up, equally desperate for a place to live, so you’d accepted the living room that served as your bedroom. You changed your t-shirt to one that was a little nicer and tried to get as much water as possible from your hair with a towel since the blow dryer would just make you hot on an already hot day. After dragging a brush through your damp strands and slipping into sandals you were ready to go.
“I’m so sorry,” you apologized as you skipped down the metal steps toward the gate. “I was at the gym and I completely lost track of time.”
Taehyung smiled as he scanned your body up and down. “That’s okay. You’re worth the wait.” Your cheeks darkened as you waited for him to move away from the car so you could get in, but he was still admiring your body. Although you were slightly more covered than the night before, he was taking advantage of the daylight to get a good look at your body. After a moment you cleared your throat to get his attention.
“Shit.” Some mixture of a cough and a laugh came through his throat as he realized he was caught. “Sorry, you just look so good.” He got off the car and opened your door.
You whispered a thank you as you sat in the passenger seat and waited for him to walk to his side. “When are we going?” You asked after he started the engine.
“Santa Monica pier. I wanna see what other games I can beat you at.” He smirked as he pulled into the street.
“In your dreams,” you laughed as he drove away too fast.
“As long as you’re there, it will be,” he grinned and you both laughed at his cheesiness.
At the pier, Taehyung bought you both wristbands so you could go on every ride after you assured him you weren’t scared. In between, you stopped at practically every carnival game, trying to best each other as much as you tried to win the prizes. Taehyung was better than you at shooting games, but you beat him at darts. You could both throw balls and bean bags equally well, but neither of you were good at basketball, and you agreed no one could win ring toss games. Between the two of you, you won too many prizes for you to carry, and when you insisted to Tae that you couldn’t take them all home, you watched with a warm heart as he handed out your smaller toys to little kids as you walked up and down the pier. You only kept the large teddy bear that he won for you and held it close to your chest.
You saved the ferris wheel for last, and as you stood in line to get on, you knew exactly what you liked best about Taehyung. His carefree spirit brought out your inner child, one you would’ve sworn you didn’t have, since you’d barely had a childhood at all. He allowed her to walk in the golden sunlight that danced in his tan skin and feel the breeze that whipped up his thick, dark hair. Taehyung made you feel what you’d always wanted: an unquestionable freedom.
As you first approached the top you both sat quietly, though Taehyung slipped his hand into yours as he had grown more and more comfortable doing throughout the afternoon. He watched your face as you looked out at the ocean.
“Qué hermosa,” you whispered and he didn’t need to know what you said to know what you meant. He brushed back the strands of hair that the wind whipped across your face and left his hand cupping your cheek.
“It’s prettier in the evening, but I think it’s still pretty romantic now,” he murmured, his thumb stroking across your cheek. You watched his eyes flicker to your lips and found yourself doing the same. Closing your eyes as he leaned in, you waited for his kiss. It was chaste, soft and gentle, everything Taehyung was to you. It only lasted a moment but your heart swelled so much you couldn’t help feeling satisfied, with the hope you’d do it many more times. He kissed you a couple more times before you settled into his side and rested your head against his shoulder until your ride ended.
“Oh, I guess we better go,” he sighed when he looked at his phone. You’d be cutting it close for work.
“It’s alright, just take me straight to the bar,” you told him as he took your hand and hurried you to the car.
You couldn’t seem to get the smile off your face as he drove too fast through the city streets, arriving outside your bar with a couple minutes to spare—minutes he would fill with more kisses after he dragged you closer to him on the bench. He started off softly at first before his teeth gently pulled at your bottom lip, prying them apart so he could slip between your lips, catching just the tip of your tongue with his own. You gripped the back of his neck with both hands and kissed him deeper, pushing your tongue against his as you melted into his arms.
“I could kiss you all night,” he mumbled against your mouth. You smiled as you pulled away.
“Not this night,” you reminded him, trying to create a little distance between you, but he just tightened his arms around your waist and pecked your lips again before he released you.
“What about your new friend?” He asked, tilting his head toward the oversized bear in the back seat.
“Maybe you can keep him for a little while, and give him back to me later.”
“I’ll bring him back to you tonight, when I come pick you up. What time do you get off?”
“Two a.m., but…” You looked at him dubiously and he shook his head.
“I’m not trying to sleep with you. But he should. I just want to make sure you get home safe.” After a moment of thought, you nodded. It wasn’t like you could stop him from showing up if he wanted to anyway. You pecked his lips one more time before getting out of the car. “One last thing,” he pleaded, leaning dramatically over the front seat.
“What?”
“Give me your number,” he asked, handing you his phone. You put your number in quickly before tossing it back to him.
“I gotta go!” You called before you disappeared inside the bar.
“How was Prince Charming?” Mariana asked sarcastically as you slipped behind the counter, hurrying into the back room to put away your purse and change into the tank top you wore for work. You adjusted your bra to push up your breasts so they showed better in the low cut top. You slid on some lip gloss and put your hair up before checking yourself out in the mirror to go out.
You’d give you a tip if you had any cash to spare.
You did your best to avoid your friend’s gaze as you started moving around behind the bar. But of course she wouldn’t let you off that easily. There weren’t very many people in right now, just a few tables and one regular sitting at the bar.
“You let him fuck you yet?” Mariana grinned.
“Oh my god, no!” You hissed back.
“Why not?”
“Because maybe he doesn’t just want me to warm his cock.”
Mariana scoffed. “Why would I want a man to do anything other than warm his cock in me? What else would I need him for.”
“Tae just isn’t like that, okay?”
She made another dismissive sound. “If he’s anything like his friend Jimin, I doubt it.”
“Well, then maybe I’m just not like that. And maybe he’s being respectful."
Mariana looked at you doubtfully and clicked her tongue. "You need to lighten up and live a little. It’s just sex.”
You snatched a towel from her to dry the glasses you’d just rinsed. “I had the time of my life today, so I think I’m doing just fine.” And the easy smile you wore was hard to argue with.
It wasn’t as if you were intentionally lying about being a virgin. You hadn’t actually answered Taehyung’s question before he walked it back. And any assumptions Mariana made based on the fact that you hadn’t slept with anyone since you’d known her were made up in her own head. But just because you weren’t a virgin didn’t mean it wasn’t a delicate issue for you. One that you didn’t have to explain to anyone. At least that’s how you justified it to yourself.
Taehyung knew that, to some extent, what he was doing with you was dangerous. A man in his position would put anyone in danger if others saw his affection. But he couldn’t stay away from you, so his only choice was to make sure you were safe himself. That’s why, after he dropped you off at work, he went to pick up Jungkook and took him back to your building to case the place—see what weaknesses and dangers he could find, if any of your neighbors were suspicious. After looking around your block for a little while he seemed satisfied enough.
Next was meeting you after work, when you found him much the same way you had in the afternoon, although he had changed his clothes. When he saw you this time his expression tightened. You hadn’t bothered to change since your shirt needed to be washed after having beer spilled in you earlier. He made a disgruntled noise when he saw the way your tits pushed out of your shirt and he could see a sliver of your tummy.
Tae didn’t know he had a possessive streak. He never had before with any other partners, not even really with Jimin, who was his most serious relationship. But it was different with you. The idea that other men had been looking at you like that all night unsettled something in his stomach. He groaned as he hooked a finger into your belt loop and pulled you between his legs.
“Do you have to dress like that for work?” He pouted before kissing your lips softly.
You giggled, and it was almost enough to make him smile. Almost. “Yes. Gotta get those tips somehow.” He groaned. “Shh. At least I’m not taking anything off.”
“Don’t even think about it.” He squeezed your hips in his hands.
“Oh. You wouldn’t like that?” You teased.
He pushed you away an inch. “I am trying to be a gentleman here. Please don’t test me.”
You smiled as you put a piece of his hair back in place off his forehead and then kissed his lips. “Okay, gentleman. Take me home then?”
Taehyung smiled and swept you off your feet to set you inside the car, appreciating your squeal when he did so. Your apartment was even closer to the bar than it was to the club, but in the opposite direction. On other nights, Taehyung would park at your apartment and walk you home, holding your hand. One way or another, a night never passed where you walked home alone again.
When he parked in front of your apartment that night he followed you to the gate, where he pressed you against the bars and kissed you breathless. He rested his hands on your hips, and it took all his self control not to let them slip any lower. But he couldn’t stop himself from exploring the little patch of skin between your shorts and your tank top with his thumbs. You moaned into his mouth at the feeling of just a little skin on yours, and your body felt alert and gooey all at once. Your free hand twisted into the front of his shirt, pulling him against you while your other held the bear he had won for you. After a few minutes he pushed your hips away, against the gate, making the metal clang.
“You should go before I lose my self control,” he breathes, only an inch away from your face.
“Okay,” you responded in a daze. He stood in front of you a minute longer, making it impossible for you to move, even if you wanted to. Then finally he sighed and took a step back so that you could unlock the gate and get inside. He didn’t follow you in, even though you half hoped he would. You took a few steps toward the stairs before you turned back and put your face between the bars, gripping one like your life depended on it. “Tae?”
He hadn’t moved until you called his name and then he stepped forward until he was standing right in front of you again, but didn’t say a word.
“I had a really good time today. Thank you for everything. It felt really…nice to be with you.” Your eyes started on his face but slowly drifted to the ground as you got shy.
Taehyung lifted your chin with his hand so he could look into your eyes.
“We can have so many more days like that,” he promised.
“Yeah?”
“Of course. I loved it, too.” Then he bent his face to yours and kissed you through the bars. This time you didn’t let it linger so long, and you pulled away before he could get lost in you again.
“Goodnight,” you whispered before you turned away and hurried noisily up the steps. Taehyung watched you go with his face pressed against the bars, until you gave him one last smile over your shoulder and entered your apartment.
Thank you for reading. When you reblog a random member of bts has an orgasm, probably.
thank you so much to everyone who has given love to Pinewood and Poetry over this holiday season, it truly warms my heart. welcome to all of my new followers!
i’m sure some of you have noticed i pretty much dropped off the face of the earth after my two attempts at a summer collab failed. i am so lucky to have friends who stood by me during that nightmarish summer.
i took a much needed break in the fall, at which time my life seemed to get even more hectic. i got a new boss and new responsibilities at my old job at my work load increased (almost doubled, at least it felt like double).
but i soon got the opportunity to apply for my dream job. AND I GOT THE JOB.
for anonymity sake, i will only reveal that i am teaching at a college level now and it feels so good. i don’t expect to ever have the same amount of spare time i did when i started writing fan fiction, but i’m ready to prioritize it again.
i love my stories and my wips and i want to finish them. so slowly, but surely i will. i plan to update my blog and post an updated posting schedule with VERY approximated posting dates soon. i’m happy to be back and look forward to getting back into this lovely community. <3
Summary: Last summer, sparks flew between you and Hoseok. He had an unforgettable smile, and you were putty in his hands. By the end of the summer, promises were made and you shared your phone number. But he never called. This summer, you’re back at camp with a vengeance. Ghosted or not, you’re ready for some friendly competition. He may be a Camp Blue Side veteran, but you won’t back down.
Genre: Angst, Smut, Childhood Best Friends, Friends with Benefits, Waterpark AU
Summary: The summer after your college graduation you were supposed to be in Chandler, working your dream job, living in a gorgeous studio downtown. Not moving back home, working at a waterpark, living in a crappy two bedroom apartment with your childhood best friend. You weren’t supposed to start sleeping with him either. You weren’t supposed to fall apart. You weren’t supposed to ruin everything.
Genre: I2L, S2L, Summer Love AU, Fluff, a smidge of Angst
Summary: A city girl through and through, not used to anything but the hustling and bustling of the streets. From people with phones attached to their hands, the only accompanying noise you had on your way to work was the honking of angry drivers. However, even someone with a devil-may-care attitude can be fed up with such a life. In a desperate attempt to escape, you embark on a crazy adventure that leads you to Hawaii - on a surfboard! Living under someone else’s roof, you find that this may not have been the break that you strived for when the annoying brother comes into play. Riding a wave is like riding the subway, he told you, yet why did his hand holding yours feel like riding a rollercoaster?
Summary: Working in an ice cream shop all summer turned out to be way hotter than you imagined. Jimin brought the heat and you brought… the feelings. Falling for your summer fling is bad enough, but a little white lie will bring it all crashing down.
“I mean that we’re not letting it stay here. I don’t want it in our fucking house.”
“Don’t you think you’re taking this a little too far, Taehyung? She’s a human being,” Hoseok says, annoyance clear in his voice.
“She’s the human being who faked her own death, broke your heart and left you behind with that awful family of hers. Then came back out of nowhere, only to kill someone right in front of the people who took your broken pieces and put you back together and now you’re asking us to let her into our home?” Taehyung raises his voice, almost yelling the question.
After last night’s fiasco of who’s behind door number one, Taehyung went to sleep expecting to wake up to the girl tied up and ready to get thrown to the wolves. What he didn’t expect to see was his loved one’s listening to his Hobi asking if it was allowed to stay. Of course he didn’t agree and had to make his points very clear.
Hoseok sighs, “I know it doesn’t sound logical but you have to understand that this will be my only chance at closure. Tae, please,” he walks to his dongsaeng and grabs his hands, holding them delicately.
“This is my Ha-Neul.”
The younger’s eyes shoot up at that. “That’s not fair, this is a completely different story and you know that.”
“How is it different? You needed her to close that chapter of your life. I need Y/N to close mine.”
“Hannie didn’t have the skillset and connections to also end our lives, let’s start with that.”
Taehyung looks him in the eyes. “I’m just trying to protect us. There have been rumours going around surrounding an assassin-for-hire called Gemstone. I’m willing to bet it’s the same girl sleeping in one of our beds at this very second. Whoever you knew all those years ago is gone, she’s a threat now Hobi and I’m not comfortable with letting one even look at you guys. How do you think I feel about letting a threat stay in our home?”
“Shouldn’t we take her to Lee, before we decide on something that might not even be possible in the first place?” Jungkook asks.
Yoongi nods and stands up from the table he was leaning on, he takes Hoseok’s hands from Taehyung, “I appreciate that you feel safe enough to share all that you have, but Jungkook is right. It’s one of the few rules the underground actually follows and you know this, doll.”
Hoseok’s face falls. “We’re really bringing her to Lee?”
“We have to, love,” Yoongi says. He cups Hoseok’s face in his hands and gives him a slow kiss, making sure that he knows this conversation was done for now.
“Alright, let’s wake her up and take her to judgement day,” Jin says.
“Oh, she’s been up for quite awhile, took a shower, opened the door and has been looking for ways to escape for about as long as this conversation has been taking place,” Namjoon casually mentions while showing the footage on his tablet of Y/N walking around the hallways looking directly into the eye of every camera.
… (crickets) …
“Ow! What was that for?” He says as he presses a hand to the place Jimin just smacked him up the head.
“For not saying anything earlier, dumbass, you’ve just let her roam around for this entire time?”
“Well, I didn’t want to interrupt. It became quite emotional. Plus, she won’t find any-”
Namjoon is interrupted by the fire alarm going off. Loud and clear. Everyone rolls their eyes at him before running off to her last known location.
-
“Eugh,” you grumble as you wake up with one hell of a headache, squinting your eyes against the sunlight streaming in from the open windows. You bury your head under the sheets. Wait a minute… These are silk sheets, the ones at my home aren’t this fancy. You shoot up, cursing yourself when your headache starts acting up again. Your eyes are still shut tight against the sunlight shining directly on your face. Turning to the opposite side of the room you open them and see the closed door, remembering what happened last night.
Hoseok’s breakdown, the crying, your breakdown, even more crying which ended up in a warm embrace.
You look around and see that the cause of said breakdown and embrace isn’t next to you in bed anymore nor is he present anywhere else in the room. The sheets are still warm when you lay your hand on the empty spot so it wasn’t a long time ago that he decided to get out.
After taking a few minutes to fully wake up you move towards the door which you assume leads to the bathroom. Even if you’ve been here for over three days, according to the clock ticking in your head, you never went outside of the bedroom once, in fear of alarms going off or something happening that would lead to your untimely death. Now that Hoseok has been here and they probably got the answers they wanted, you feel like it’s safe enough to go out and if not then so be it.
You let out a whistle at the sight that greets you. It must be connected to another room, because it’s huge. You spot the shower behind the bath, separated by a cream colored wall with a window, a window! The bath is placed in the middle of the room. It’s definitely fancier than your bathroom at home. Gosh, home. I really need to get back. What if they’re already gone-. You stop your thoughts before you freak out. The first course of action is to take a shower and get a clear mind. After all, it would be a shame to let something so beautiful go to waste.
The shower helped you clear your mind, it was no longer overworking itself with worry and anxiety. You didn’t scrub your skin red like you would usually do but instead tried to take care of the marks left from when you fought Blondie and from the shit they’d tied you up with. They couldn’t have done a nicer job.
Now that you’re standing in the walk in closet all your thoughts pass by peacefully in your mind, waiting for your permission to present itself to find a solution and create a plan. The first is what you’re going to wear, this closet has a ridiculous amount of clothing and if that’s not enough, you can see brands which you would only dare to think about in your dreams. Sure, you came from a rich background but your parents never really cared for your wardrobe, neither for your entire wellbeing if you were to be completely honest.
Okay, no, you’re not welcome.
Shaking your head before that thought could develop any further, you take the first best thing you see, some, probably overpriced, sweatpants and a very comfortable looking cropped sweater. After drying your hair with the hair dryer in the bathroom you make your way to the door, carefully pushing down the door handle, waiting for alarm bells to start ringing or for guys wearing masks to jump out of the ceiling. Neither of those things happened.
You waited a few more minutes before opening the door and cautiously stepping into the hallway, scanning it for any possible threats. The hall was empty, no one in sight and your ears didn’t pick up a sound either, however, you did find multiple ‘hidden’ security cameras which you waved and smiled at. They must have 24 hour surveillance in this house, mansion, hide-out, whatever it was.
You were just about to head left when you heard yelling from that side of the house.
So, we’re definitely not going that way.
Deciding to escape your captors for as long as possible you went right, searching for something that could help you escape or at least figure out the size of this house.
Your scavenger hunt leads you to multiple doors that were locked, cupboards that hold few pictures of the residents and other useless things.
Eventually you finally spot something useful. The small, but beautiful red box that held ~ the fire alarm ~.
Your body automatically moves towards it, your finger pushing the button before you even realize it. The sound it makes shocks you out of the trance and you start giggling.
After a few seconds you hear multiple footsteps coming towards you, trying to withhold your giggles, you look around and decide to play a game of cat and mouse.
Let’s have a little fun boys….
-
“I swear Namjoon-ah if she escapes, you’re going to be sleeping on the couch for the next two weeks,” Yoongi grumbled while trying to keep track of your whereabouts on the tablet.
“You know she’s not going to escape, the house is sealed tight. Not a single door or window will open up for her, hyung.” Namjoon was walking casually, almost strolling, behind the rest of the group who were running around and sniffing, trying to find you. They reminded him of wolves going after their prey, he snorted at the idea.
Yoongi turned around in an instant. “You think this is funny?”
“Yes, I do actually. You’re getting way too worked up over this. Jungkook will find her within five minutes and we’ll be on our way to Lee in about fifteen. So, yes, the way you’re all acting as if this is your life mission is quite funny.”
They stopped walking and Yoongi looked towards the rest of the guys, sighing deeply. “I hate it when you’re right.”
“I’m your right hand man which means that I’m always supposed to be right.”
“Still, doesn’t mean that I have to like it.”
“Even after ten years?”
“Especially after ten years, you’ve become insufferable.”
They both laugh at that, moving again when they hear Jungkook’s victorious yell of ‘Hah, I got her first!’.
-
Jungkook felt his feet glide over the floor as he sped after you. He was able to spot you within two minutes after finding out your location. Your giggles told him that you weren’t actively trying to escape, probably already knowing that they locked up the house, making your chances very, very slim.
You were just being a brat.
Running around the house and making them run after you like a couple of dads trying to capture their wild toddler.
He had to admit the chase was fun and he reveled in the excitement that filled his body when he finally got close enough to capture you.
Your screaming laughter filled the hallway as he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder. He didn’t understand why you were being so easy and carefree while in the company of your captors. Were you really not afraid of them at all?
“Did you seriously think you could just escape like that?”
“Hah- of c-course not,” you wheezed out, going limp in his hold. “But I was rather bored after staying in the same room for three days, so I thought, let’s have some fun.”
“And this qualifies as a fun time for you?”
“Oh, definitely, though I thought you would find me sooner. I’ve been running around for awhile now.”
Jungkook cleared his throat while carrying you back to the living room. “Yeah, that would be RM’s fault.”
He saw Taehyung rounding the corner and grinned, “Hah, I got her first!”.
“Why the fuck is she wearing minnie’s clothes?”
Jungkook shrugged and put you in the same chair as you were in yesterday, this time without all the constraints.
“I thought it’d be rather rude to go running around naked,” you said.
“You should’ve stayed in your room to begin with,” Taehyung sneered.
“V, don’t be so grumpy,” came the voice of Jimin from the entrance, “besides, she looks absolutely edible in my set.” He walked over to him and threw his arms over his shoulders, nuzzling their noses together.
Taehyung sighed but kept his mouth shut.
Jungkook didn’t understand how Jimin and you were on such good terms already. As far as he knew you only met each other that night of your capture. Jimin wasn’t one to trust quickly and he hadn’t explained why he was so kind towards u.
The captain wasn’t sure about his stance on your stay with them. That’s one of the reasons why he wants to take you to Lee first.
What use would it be to worry about your stay when you might die within the next few hours?
-
“So, what brings you here Agust?”
Yoongi looked over to where Taeyong was seated at his desk, a new boy on his lap as always. “Seems like you got over Jaehyun quite quickly, do you really not care for your subordinates Lee?”
Loud laughter resonated through the room as Taeyong patted the boys’ bottom to get him off his lap, standing up to walk around his desk and lean back against it.
“Not for him, no.”
He spotted the girl they brought with them and seemed to brighten up.
“Ahw, did you get me a little feel-better-present?”
“I got you the assassin that killed your subordinate,” Yoongi said. He was already getting annoyed. He didn’t like the Lee’s, famous for their clubs full of pretty boys willing to fulfill all of your wishes. According to Taeyong every single one of them gives their full consent before they take them in and he knew this was true, heard it himself from Jimin.
His face turned into a scowl, thinking about Jimin’s past always riled him up.
He stepped to the side and let Y/N get through. She didn’t seem to be very nervous for someone who’s life was in some psycho’s hands.
They were all surprised to hear a high squeal from the boy standing behind Taeyong. He ran over to Y/N and all but jumped into her arms.
“Gemmie!”
She laughed and lifted the guy up in her arms, holding him tightly.
“Hi, Markie, I hope he’s been treating you well.”
Taeyong scoffed. “Of course it’s you.”
“Are you not happy to see me?”
She grinned, readjusting her grip on the kid and hiking him up further.
“Can’t say I am, everytime I see your face one of my guys is dying somewhere in a ditch.”
“Seems like a you-problem. Where’s Doyoung? You two have got to get your guys in check.”
The doors behind them opened and the man himself came walking in, followed by two other guys. He looked up, seeing all the people in the room and sighed.
“What have you done this time, Tae?”
Taeyong gaped at his partner. “Absolutely nothing, I promise.”
“You really expect me to believe that when what seems to be the entirety of the inner circle of Bangtan is present?”
“Mommy, mommy! Look, noona’s here!”
Doyoung focused his attention on the kid, Mark, bouncing in the arms of Y/N and smiled kindly at the pair.
“That’s wonderful, baby. Do you mind going downstairs with Johnny?”
“But noona just got here,” Mark pouted, hugging Y/N tighter.
“I know, sweetie, but we’ve got to discuss some adult things.”
“I’m six, that’s a big, adult age!”
Y/N laughed, releasing her hold on the boy and putting him down on his feet.
“Yes, puppet, you’re a very big adult. But your mom’s right, I promise I’ll come back to talk to you soon. We can go to the fair or something, okay?”
“Pinky promise?”
“Pinky promise.”
Yoongi was starting to wonder how far your bond went with the Lee’s. Did they know who you really were? Why were they so chill with you killing multiple of their subordinates?
-
After Mark had gone with Johnny you were left alone once more in a room full of the men who were about to decide your faith.
“He doesn’t look six,” came a comment from RM.
Doyoung, who was now leaning back into the chest of Taeyong looked up sharply at him. Ever the picture of a fierce mother lion. “His mindset is, his body is nineteen for your information.”
“Wow. Didn’t think you’d actually go as far as mind manipulation Lee, thought you just kept it at naïve young teens.”
Before either Taeyong or Doyoung could say something you scoffed loudly. “You’re such a fucking asshole, do you know that?”
You turned to him, starting to get pissed off, not only at him, but at this entire situation. You’ve been gone from home too long, all for some bullshit reason and if they didn’t let you go right this second they were about to get it.
“I do actually.”
“Well, great that you’re so self aware Einstein. Might do you some good to actually research shit and get aware of the hellish situations other people come from. Unlike what you and your whole operation seem to think, the Lee’s don’t let underage, naïve kids work in their clubs. They don’t force their boys to do something they don’t want to do.”
“I actually brought Mark here myself. After I found him locked in an abusive home,” you said, slowly losing control of where you were going, but they shouldn’t talk shit about the boys in this house, especially Mark.
Doyoung walked forwards and put his hand on your shoulder, calming you down.
“You don’t have to defend us in front of people who won’t listen, they’ve made up their minds a long time ago,” he explained softly, looking over at Jimin.
“I know you came here because of the third order, but we’re not going to kill Y/N nor take her captive so she’s free to go. Now unless you’ve got some other business with her, I ask you to leave our territory at once.”
Yoongi nodded and walked towards the doors, signaling the rest of Bangtan to follow.
“You’re coming along as well, Gemstone, we’re not done yet.”
You sighed, turning to Doyoung and Taeyong, giving them a salut and walking after the King.
-
“I’m not getting into that car unless you’re going to drive me home.”
Taehyung rolled his eyes. They’ve been doing this for a good five minutes and his patience was running out. Yoongi wasn’t going to agree with you, neither was Namjoon and those two could be very difficult to persuade, so he did as he saw fit. He opened the car, went into the driver’s seat and asked for your address.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Yoongi asked.
“This is going to keep going on until we’re all fat and bald, I’d like to live a little bit more before we get to that point. We’ll continue this conversation when we get to her home. So now, tell me, what’s your address?”
“You don’t already know that?” You tilted your head to the side, looking at each of the guys for an answer. When no one gave you one, you laughed.
“Oh my Athena, you really don’t. If you’re going to kill me, don’t do it there. I don’t want to scare the neighbours,” you said as you rounded the car and dropped yourself in the passenger seat, residing your address to Blondie.
We’re back at the mansion of Bangtan. The guys try interrogating the girl they captured, but things don’t go according to plan and a lot of new information is revealed.
“Three days, it has been three days since that bitch from Marco Polo last opened her mouth Jin. I want answers and I wanted them yesterday so when the fuck is she gonna start talking?” Yoongi yelled at his old friend. He didn’t mean to lose his temper like this but it had been a stressful couple of days for him. Not only for him, he knows that, his whole crew has become anxious and nobody has slept more than a few hours.
He still didn’t know how it all went down. After the girl spoke Hope’s real name it escalated quickly. The only thing he saw was a red flag flowing right in front of him and like a bull he barreled straight towards it. Nobody knows the real names of his inner circle. For a few years even he was clueless to what some of them were called. Their names were only revealed to those who earned their trust and Yoongi knew damn well that nobody from Marco Polo earned that privilege.
So, how did she know? How did she gain this knowledge? Where did she even find it? Did she know all of their names? Questions have been running through his mind 24/7 and he wanted answers but those were difficult to obtain. See, right after she called him a bitch, which still upset him, the girl revealed a pill from under her tongue that she broke with her teeth and swallowed before her words even reached his ears. He didn’t know what it was but it knocked her out cold within a minute. It confused the fuck out of him.
<…<
Yoongi stared as the girl went unconscious in his hands. Her body fell forward but was held back by the rope that tied her to the chair. He released his hand from her jaw and tapped her cheek. “Hey, nameless,” he tapped her a little harder. “Agust, stop, it’s not gonna work. She’s out,” Jimin said as he stood from the couch and crouched in front of the girl. He opened her mouth and started feeling around with his finger.
“Euhm, Jimin, I don’t think that’s better than tapping her cheek,” Taehyung said, unsure of what the assassin was doing. “Shush.” Jimin felt his finger hook on something in the back of the girl’s mouth and pulled it out. He held the tiny bag triumphantly between his fingertips. “This, my loves, is the culprit. Well, what was inside this little bag is the culprit but that’s gone now.”
Hoseok walked forward and took the bag from Jimin, examining it closely. He smirked. “She’s definitely part of Marco Polo.” A sigh came from his left. “We kind of already figured that out Hope, welcome to the party,” Taehyung deadpanned with a fancy wave to their surroundings. Hoseok rolled his eyes at him. “That was just a guess because she said their name, now you know for sure,” he said as he waved the bag around like a flag.
“How come?” Yoongi asked, doubting that a bag could so easily reveal which gang she belonged to. “You know those suicide pills that agents used during World War ll?” “Yeah, what about them? She’s still breathing so it couldn’t have been that.” Hoseok laughed. “No, she didn’t use one of those but she did use the same method.” He walked over to the couch and sat down in a relaxed position. “When I was still with the Polos-” “Hobiii,” Jimin interrupted with a whine as he crawled towards him. Hoseok stopped and pulled the pouting boy in his lap. “I know you don’t like me talking about my time there, baby, but it’s important right now.”
He rubbed comforting circles on Jimin’s thigh to soothe him. “When I was there I saw a lot of twisted shit but this stuff really surprised me. Little bags like this one,” he held up said item, “were used to store suicide pills and the like. It’s very smart actually. They figured that when someone got captured that person didn’t have the time nor possibility to grab a pill from their pockets, so they just put them in their mouths. Ready for use when needed.”
“And she used one to store something that would knock her out?” Hoseok tilted his head. “I think so yeah, she put it in the back of her mouth. See these strings?” Yoongi nodded. “They tie these around their teeth so the bag falls under their tongue. When they press against it the pill pops out. Then they just bite it, swallow it and tada… No chance of getting tortured or spilling any information.”
Jimin let out a whistle. “Damn. She’s just getting more interesting with the minute,” he said. He watched the girl in front of them for a minute, wrecking his memory of places he could’ve seen her before or people he could’ve seen her with. The assassin knew many people, it was one of the reasons why he got on Bangtan’s radar. His connections all around the world, both above and under-ground were extremely useful and valuable. Especially during things like this. Finding out who their chosen victims were was one of his main tasks, besides killing anyone who crossed his lovers of course.
When nothing came to mind he figured he didn’t know her, but someone might.
“Hobi, I know it’s highly unlikely, but do you recognize her? Since she said your name and all.” Hoseok looked at the girl in front of him. If he were to be honest he did have an idea of who she might be. Although he prayed it wasn’t true. “Maybe,” he shook his head, “but I want to be sure before we take that road.”
“Why not just figure it out on the way? A guess is a guess, babe, we need to help each other with this one.” Taehyung told him as he crouched in front of the girl and examined her. “Not this one, guys, seriously. If I’m right, then prepare yourselves for another war.” Hoseok padded Jimin’s thigh to get him to stand up. He walked to the girl and started untying her. After getting her upper body free, he ripped her sweater.
“Whoa, hold up, this is not how we treat-” “I know Chim and I’m not gonna undress her, that’s Solar’s job. I just need to see her back.” He moved the fabric out of the way and started searching for the only clue he could think of.
Her upper back was bare of anything, just pure, naked skin. If you ignored the scars that is, but Hoseok wasn’t looking for those. All of them had at least one reminder of ugly times on their body’s. That didn’t make it clear she was a Polo.
He pulled the entire sweater of her body and threw it somewhere in a corner. His eyes slowly made their way down… His lips turned into a tiny smile when he saw the inked picture placed on her lower back.
Found ya.
Right there, just above the waistband of her pants, was a beautifully detailed snake. He couldn’t deny that the design was gorgeous, but it wasn’t the snake that grabbed the man’s attention. It was the tattoo hidden underneath. He guessed the purpose of the snake was to hide the compass he knew by heart. Hoseok couldn’t understand why the snake didn’t cover the whole thing though. It didn’t even look like it was supposed to be hiding it. The snake was put in a position in which it added to the tattoo, instead of covering it up.
The compass was what he had been looking for. It was the brand mark of Marco Polo, any member has one somewhere on their body. He can still feel the scar burning on his left bicep from where sharp stones had slashed the skin when he tried to get rid of his.
Only his didn’t have a poisonous snake resting in the middle.
Hoseok grabbed the girl out of the chair and lifted her in his arms, making sure her back was visible for the rest of the guys.
“So? Do you know who she is now that you’ve seen this tattoo?” Yoongi asked him, annoyance starting to leak in his voice. He was getting exhausted and just wanted to lay his head down on his pillow and sink into the heaven that was his matress.
“Yeah,” Hoseok answered rather sombly, looking down at the face of the girl he once thought he would never see again. A heavy silence fell over the room as everyone waited for him to tell them who she was but Hoseok seemed to get lost in his thoughts.
And he was. Every single memory of her came rushing back to the forefront of his mind from the deepest parts where he had buried them a long time ago. He was speechless and couldn’t believe that he didn’t recognize her the second Taehyung carried her through the front door.
…
Friday 18th of August, 2006
“Mamba, meet our newest soldier Jay.” His capo said to the girl standing in front of him, well not in front of him. She was hidden behind a guy he knew to be Viper, the son of Consigliere Rizzo. Still, the twelve-year-old could feel her piercing gaze even if he couldn’t see her eyes and Mamba? What was it with all the snake names in this gang?
“Welcome, Jay,” the girl said in a calm voice, walking past Viper to greet him. Hoseok stared at her, bowing his head, because even if he didn’t know her status, the fact that she was specifically introduced to the boy gave him a hint that she stood far above him.
“He’s going to be molded into the perfect bodyguard for you, Mamba,” the capo said. The girl scoffed at that. “I don’t need a fuc-” “Mamba,” the guy next to her said. Hoseok didn’t know their relationship, but they seemed to be very close as the girl only rolled her eyes and went silent.
Suddenly, her attention was on him again and he straightened up immediately. He had the idea she was about to analyze him and decide if he was worth it or not. His life lay in her hands, he figured, since he was supposed to become her bodyguard and all that jazz. If she decided he wasn’t good material to start with he had no doubt that they would replace him in a heartbeat, and he would be without his own rhythmic muscle.
“Fine,” the girl said as a sigh left her. “See ya another time then, Jay.”
…
Friday 18th of July, 2008
“Mamba, come on. You don’t need to learn all of that. What use would I be for if you didn’t need me?” Hoseok said, trying to get her to stop training. “Jay, I know you’ll be my bodyguard, my human shield, my personal escort for the rest of my life. Don’t you think it’s important I know the basics of self-defence? Like, for when you’re not present,” the girl said as she took a break to catch her breath.
“Muay Thai isn’t exactly a basic of self-defence, Mamba,” he sighed. He knew there was no arguing with her but even after two years he still tried. Every. Single. Time.
…
Tuesday 17th of March, 2009
“Mamba, I’m fine. I promise.” Hoseok insisted for the tenth time. They were just a few cuts, nothing he hadn’t experienced before. “No, Jay, you’re not. You’re literally bleeding from multiple spots on your body. The person I’m looking at right now is far from fine.” She tutted disapprovingly as she started treating his wounds.
“I can’t believe he actually send you to do his dirty work.” “It’s what I’m training for bab-” He quickly stopped himself from finishing that sentence, but the girl was too pissed off to notice his slip-up. “No, it’s not. You’re training to become my bodyguard, not his personal minion.” She huffed irritatedly. Hoseok’s eyes shot up at that and he smirked. “Oh, so now you finally accept that, huh? Took you long enough,” he teased.
She slapped his shoulder softly, trying not to hurt him any further than he already was, although it was really tempting when he was being a smartass. “Shut up. I still don’t like it.” But even as she said it, he saw the small upward quirk of her lips.
…
Friday 25th of September, 2009
“Mamba, you’ve got to get up. You can’t keep lying in bed all day.” Hoseok looked at the fifteen-year-old who was wrapped up tightly in her covers. He sighed, knowing he probably wouldn’t get her out today. Just like all the other times the past week.
“Baby, I know you don’t want to and if I could I would give you all the time to properly grieve, but you need to get out. Otherwise it won’t be me asking anymore, your father is going to demand your presence soon.” He hated using her father against her, but he was telling the truth. Her father wouldn’t be as lenient as he was being right now, even if he had just lost his own son.
A broken voice startled him out of his thoughts. “I-I can’t, I can’t JayJay,” a sob wrecked through her body and Hoseok could swear he felt it tearing through his heart. “I know, baby, I know, but I need you to be really strong right now and just, just take small steps for me. Let’s take a shower, huh? Or a bath?” He asked her. Trying everything to get her out of that fucking bed.
…
Friday 18th of November, 2011
“Mamba, now is not the time to play games with me. Where the fuck are you?” Hoseok yelled out while the burning smoke only got bigger and thicker. He covered his mouth with his shirt as he desperately tried to catch a glimpse of icy blonde hair.
The wind picked up and he finally got a clearer view of his surroundings. Looking to his right he saw the car that had driven off the road. “No,” he whispered after spotting a girl trying to crawl out of the wrecked vehicle. A fire made itself present in the back of the car. “No, no, no… Mamba, get out of there!”
Hoseok fell down when a loud explosion followed the fire. Squeezing his eyes shut he told himself to wake up, to open his eyes and see that his angel was perfectly okey, sleeping right next to him. But his eyes didn’t open to that image.
All he saw was fire. Fire everywhere and no angel in sight. His ears picked up a sound that reminded him of a screeching banshee. Only minutes later would he find out that it was his own voice, screaming in agony as the girl was no longer there, no longer present in his life. The only light he had known, his little star, burned out without ever saying goodbye.
…
Jimin saw the emotions flashing over Hoseok’s face. He walked up to him and cradled his tear stained cheeks in his hands. “Hobi,” he locked eyes with the shocked man, “can you come out of your head for us?” His hands slowly started stroking over his lover’s cheekbones, trying to get him back to reality.
Hoseok blinked a few times and shook his head. Noticing that his body was shaking he carefully laid the girl on the couch. Jimin was right behind him and grabbed his face again, wiping each offending tear off his cheeks with his fingers.
“What happened my love?” He asked in a soft voice, not wanting to scare Hoseok now that he was in such a vulnerable state. Taehyung and Yoongi stepped closer to the pair, both shocked to see such an emotional reaction out of their boyfriend.
Hoseok took Jimin’s small hands in his and kissed them. After taking a deep breath he turned towards Yoongi, completely ignoring Jimin’s question. “I need to go to bed. Can I tell you tomorrow, please?” He asked, after clearing his throat. Yoongi looked at him, saw the heartbroken look in his eyes and wrapped his arms around him tightly. “Of course, Seokie, don’t force yourself to tell us right now,” he gave the man a sweet peck on the lips, but didn’t let go.
It had been a long time since he last saw Hoseok like this, shaking, crying and on the verge of breaking. Determination to find out who this girl was and who she was to his lover grew in him. He needed to know who the woman was that crashed into their life’s for he knew she wouldn’t leave soon and definitely not without leaving destruction behind.
“Why don’t you go with Jimin to his room? Tae and I will wait on the rest of the guys and give them a quick briefing of what’s going on and then we’ll join you, if you want. You can also just go to your own room, I don’t know wha-” Yoongi got interrupted by a giggle. He was glad to hear the other laugh again.
“You’re rambling Yoongles,” Hoseok said with a grin on his face that got even bigger when Yoongi scrunched up his face at the nickname. “I’ll let you have that one since we’re all tired and want to go to bed. So,” he patted Hoseok’s ass and let go of him, “go up with Jimin.”
Another giggle was heard and he expected to see the two of them disappear through the doors, but Hoseok surprised him for the second time tonight. He walked towards the girl on the couch and crouched down, caressing her face with his left hand, a sad smile on his lips.
“You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, angel.”
With that he left the room, leaving a lot of confusion behind. Jimin send one questioning look back at Yoongi and Taehyung, who both shrugged since neither of them had any answers.
“What the fuck was that?” Taehyung asked Yoongi as soon as the others had left hem. Blunt as always. “I have no clue, Tae, but we need to get her out of here, otherwise the guys will explode before we even have a chance to explain the disaster that’s been this night.” He said. “We can place her in the Light room,” he suggested.
They did just that.
After Yoongi had explained the events of that night to the other guys he could finally slip under the covers and get a full three hours of sleep. They had planned to wake the girl up the next day for questioning, but she didn’t give any signs of consciousness for the entire hour they tried to wake her up. Taehyung got pissed off and offered to “awake the bitch with a kick to the ribs,” but Hoseok shoved him against the nearest wall before he could even take one step towards the bedroom.
So, Namjoon advised to leave her alone and check on her every hour or so. The day went on as usual, a few business meetings, approving new soldiers, making sure Taehyung and Jungkook didn’t kill them within the first hour. All in all a pretty peaceful day, which left Yoongi with an itch when he stepped through the front doors of their mansion. Because the King didn’t have peaceful days, Agust D doesn’t go a day without getting challenged and Min Yoongi hasn’t rested since that dreadful night all those years ago.
He needn’t to worry though, since that itch was about to get scratched by sharp manicure nails and sadly for him not the ones his kittens loved to wear so much.
In the evening, after all the guys had devoured Jin’s newest culinary creations and were lounching around, they heard a scream coming from the light room. Yoongi arrived first and stopped dead in his tracks when he took in the scene in front of him. On the ground next to the bed lay Jin, covered in the noodlesoup he’d made for the girl as dinner. The first thought running through Yoongi’s head was that she had attacked him and escaped. His eyes quickly scanned the room and soon found a pair of piercing eyes staring back at him.
“Jin,” he said as he hesitantly stepped in the older guy’s direction, “would you be so kind to explain what the hell happened?” Jin stood up and glared to the bed where the girl sat straight against the headboard. “Well, Agust,” he began with a huff, “I was just turning on the light and walking towards the bed. Of course I expected her to still be asleep so you can imagine my surprise when I put down the soup to see her eyes wide open. Not just that, at the exact moment our eyes met she said boo.” The girl started smiling at that. “The only acceptable response to that was to fall down on the ground and I’d rather not disappoint the newest addition to this household.”
Yoongi shook his head as he tried not to laugh at the bullshit story Jin had just created. “Well, how thoughtful of you to not embarrass our guest with an inappropriate reaction.” At this Jin nodded his head, still holding tight on selling his excuse. “Yes, I thought so too.”
The door got pushed open further and the rest of the guys made their way into the room. “Is everything okay?” Namjoon asked, looking adorably confused as he stared at Jin, still covered in noodle soup. “Yes RM, nothing happened.” “Nothing happened?!” Jin shrieked as he flung his arms around, noodles swinging around the room. One fell on the girl’s face and Yoongi went to take it off.
He hissed as sharp nails suddenly dug in his wrist, preventing his hand from touching the girl’s face. Within seconds he was pushed back behind Jungkook who made to grab the girl. She jumped up on the headboard of the bed, out of his reach, which even Yoongi had to admit was pretty admirable. That headboard was almost as thin as his arm, she definitely had to have some training.
“However fun it would be to stand here with all of you and watch Jungkook hunt his new prey down, I’m feeling really disgusting right now. So, please, everyone GET OUT OF MY WAY.” Jin yelled, he was already starting to shake. Namjoon and Jimin quickly grabbed his wrists and rapidly walked out of the room.
“So, sleeping beauty,” Yoongi began as he focused his attention on the girl, “finally managed to open those eyes of yours?” He didn’t get a response at that, just those green eyes blinking back at him. Her gaze followed his body as he moved towards the side of the bed and sat down, folding his hands in his lap. “Now that you decided to graze us with your conscious presence, I’ll let you in on what’s going to happen.”
“We’re going to ask you some questions and if you’re a smart girl,” he noticed her eyes twitching at that, something to keep in mind, “then you will answer each question truthfully. If you don’t then we’ll take you to the basement, where we’ll repeat every single question and trust me, you don’t want to make us repeat ourselves.” This time her eyes didn’t twitch, but he saw something flicker over her gaze, maybe she saw this as a challenge?
He huffed. It’s been a long time since someone tried to really challenge him, well except the guys of course, they seemed to love pushing his boundaries these days. “JK, stand down,” Yoongi told the youngest, who still looked ready to pounce the girl any second. However, he was reminded of how well the boy listened to him as he backed down as soon as the words left his mouth.
The conversation only seemed to happen between him and the woman before him, but he felt the presence of Hoseok in the shadows and heard Taehyung move from foot to foot, energy always flowing. “How about you sit down?” He asked the girl, extending his arm to help her on the bed, but she just stepped down and squatted in the corner furthest from them.
“First question, what’s your name?” She didn’t answer, just looked around the room. He saw her eyes linger on the spot where he knew Hoseok stood, but they made their way to his before most would’ve even noticed. “Need I remind you that we don’t ask questions twice?” Again, no answer, just more stares. “Second question then, why did you kill Jaehyun?” A giggle was heard this time and a smile found it’s way on the girl’s face.
“Yeah? It was fun wasn’t it? Bet it felt really good to poison such a disrespectful asshole,” he leaned forward. The girl nodded with another giggle. It wasn’t a direct answer, but he figured it was as much as he was going to get at this point. He held three fingers up. “Third question, are you a member of Marco Polo?”
She tilted her head and it reminded Yoongi of last night, of how innocent she made herself look while she was just giggling about murdering someone. Yoongi noticed that he was comparing her to his lovers. She seems to have a lot of different skills like Jungkook, is manipulative like Jimin, finds death a matter for giggles like Taehyung. He could go on and on, but he stops himself before ideas start forming in his head.
We still don’t know who she is. Find that out first, then you can start daydreaming.
“That’s all the questions I have for now, sweetheart, just three of ‘em.” Yoongi stood up and motioned for the rest of the guys to start leaving the room. “We’ll check in every few hours and see if you’re ready to answer them. If you don’t answer in the time frame we want, well, then you’ll get to see the fun we have downstairs.” He holds the doorknob and casts one last look to the girl, who’s still sitting in the same crouched position as she had been the entire time. Just as he’s about the close the door she speaks.
“I’d still like a bowl of noodle soup, please.”
>…>
Monday 8th of June, 2020
Now they’re here, many bowls of noodle soup later and still none the wiser on who she was, why she killed Jaehyun and if she was a present member of Marco Polo. Hoseok still hadn’t told them what he knew and the tension was rising up.
“I don’t know when she’s going to start talking, Yoongi. It’s not like I’m some kind of wizard who can just compel her to answer,” Jin harshly said back. He sighed and let his posture drop, slumping down in the chair. “Let’s just take her down to the basement, tell her that the time’s up and start the interrogation process. Like we have done with every person we’ve ever taken.” That last bit was directed towards Hoseok, who had pleaded with them to wait a couple of days instead of the usual few hours.
“Let me ask her.”
All their heads turned to Hoseok. He hadn’t been in the room the girl resided in since she had awoken. “Are you sure?” Yoongi asked. “I don’t know what you’re relationship with her is or was, but we won’t push you to talk to her, Hobi.” His gaze was soft as he focused it on the assassin, but he was only met with determined eyes. “I don’t even know if it’s going to work but I want to try it out before we take her down.”
“How sad, I was already looking forward to-” “Shut up, Taeyhung.” “Fine, fine, just do it now then so we can move on and get back to business. This bitch has been taking up way too much of our time,” Taeyhung grumbled as he stood up and left the room. A few chuckles went through the room. “Even after all these years his temper hasn’t changed one bit,” Jin said. “Eugh,” Namjoon groaned, “I know, at least he’s learned to use words to make his annoyance clear instead of attacking anyone who displeases him.”
“I definitely don’t miss the weeks of getting stitched up by Wheein, almost daily.” Everyone laughed again at the mention of Jungkook’s memory, well all except for Hoseok who stood up and walked towards the door. “You’re really okay with questioning her, baby?” Jimin asked from his place on Namjoon’s lap. “Yeah, I’ll be fine Jiminie. Just come check if I’m still alive and kicking in about twenty minutes,” he grinned and made his way to the light room.
His smile dropped quickly after that.
You heard someone knocking on your door and prepared yourself to go down to the basement. It already surprised you how long they tried to get answers out of you in a civil matter. Probably has something to do with Hoseok. So it came as a bit of a surprise when you opened the door to be met with the one and only assassin.
For a few seconds neither of you said a word, just staring at each other, seeing the changes that eight years have brought upon the other. “Come to take me to hell?” Hoseok scoffed but the cold expression on his face remained. “No, I’ve come to talk to you.” “By talk you mean me answering the questions you already know the answers to,” you said. “Doesn’t that sound unlogical to you? I mean it is so much more work to-”
Your sentence got cut off when Hoseok pushed you back into the room and, in your opinion rather dramatically, slammed the door shut. “It’s not fucking UNLOGICAL that I want to have a talk with the woman who left my entire being in pieces eight years ago!” He yelled into your face, tears already streaming down his cheeks. Just looking at you brought everything back, the good and the bad. The nights spend kissing your lips and stroking your hair. The nights spend screaming and sobbing in his hands until his throat was sore and his eyes were bloodshot.
“I thought you were dead, I mean I still do. My brain can’t even comprehend that your here right now, standing in front of me, breathing and talking. Talking like you never even died, like I never saw you die that day, crawling out from a burning car that was seconds away from exploding.” His voice broke while he talked about his memories. “I left that week, just like you did. I couldn’t stand seeing your family nor your bedroom. I grabbed my bags and got out before anyone even returned from the funeral, YOUR FUCKING FUNERAL.”
He was sitting on the floor now, looking at you with eyes that gave away how much it still haunted him even after all this time. This wasn’t how you wanted this to go. You didn’t want this at all. The day you ‘died’ was the day you blocked away all your memories of your time at Marco Polo, of all your struggles, but also all those days spend laughing and crying with him, your bodyguard, your sunshine, your Hobi.
You joined him on the floor, sitting down next to him and putting your head on his shoulder, feeling it move as he took a few deep breaths. “I’ve always wondered what love would feel like, ever since I was a little girl, running around the garden and stumbling over my feet while I followed butterflies who were in the midst of a mating dance.” Hoseok chuckled softly at that, still sniffling and trying to get his breathing pattern in order. “The first time I felt something akin to love was when my brother started reading me bedtime stories, he always made sure to be in my room right when my bedtime was due. He started caring for me the way a parent should care for their child, he told stories about all the different kinds of love in the world and never failed to put in an ‘I love you’ every single day.” “Luca was pretty great,” Hoseok whispered absentmindedly. You nodded your head. “Yeah, he definitely was.”
“The second time I felt love it was another brotherly type, my brother’s best friend basically became my second brother, he was always a bit more lenient towards me than Luc and let me get away with shit a lot easier,” you laughed, thinking about all the trouble you got in. Your childhood wasn’t entirely made out of neglectment and sorrow, there were bits and pieces where you were just a normal kid, finding out that pranking your brothers with water and flower had its consequences.
“Jaebeom works under us now, has been working under Yoongi ever since Luca…” He didn’t finish the sentence. “You can say it, Hobi, since Luca passed away.” Your mind was so overwhelmed with all the memories that came crashing down that you didn’t notice the nickname falling out of your mouth. Hoseok swore his heart skipped a beat when he heard it. “I already knew that, btw,” you casually mention as you go on with your story, “I’ve been kind of working with them for a few years.” You didn’t explain further and he decided to leave it at that, it was a topic for another time.
“So, you’ve only felt love two times in your 26 years?” He asked instead. “I thought so yeah,” you looked up at him, “until my uncle suddenly came up to me with this frightened twelve-year-old. I swore he was shaking on those skinny legs of his.” There was no laughter following your words as you had expected it would. He met your eyes, this time they were full of questions, unasked ones and ones that you never answered. “I really despised him at first, he was supposed to become my bodyguard,” you scoffed as your gaze fell to your feet, afraid of the emotions swimming around in his eyes, “, like I even needed one. Apparently everyone thought so and when I fell on my ass during our second meeting I didn’t provide him with evidence that would prove otherwise.”
Hoseok did laugh at that, the scène playing out in front of his eyes, it left a small smile on his lips as he focused his attention back on you. “Turns out the kid on skinny legs was very skilled and young y/n didn’t like that, she wanted to be like that. So, she started training and eventually they started training together. Of course seeing him all sweaty, strong and shining that bright smile of his didn’t really help her poor, teenage heart and she began crushing on him in secret.” He watched her hands draw patterns on the floor, something he remembered was a habit of hers when she was talking from the heart, often embarrassed by her own honesty.
“Eventually they both confessed during a sleepless night which turned into a wonderful dream. It was the first time she felt true romantic love, the one that gives you butterflies at first and slowly turns into this comfortable feeling you get when you’re near them. It changed into viewing their life as important as yours and wanting for nothing except their happiness.”
It was silent for a few minutes and then you suddenly took his face in your hands, cradling his cheeks as if they were made of glass.
“I fucked up, Hobi, I messed up so bad but I had to do it. I had to get away before the ceremony and I can’t say I’m sorry because I wouldn’t do it differently if I had another chance.” Tears were now also running over your face, it felt as if a damn had been broken, every emotion found its way out of the confinements you put them in. “It just breaks my soul that I didn’t think about your happiness,” every sentence gets interrupted by deep intakes of air as you continue to sob. “I put my life over your own, I could’ve taken you or told you. I could’ve done something but I didn’t, because I couldn’t gamble with your life like that. I almost did die that day, the risk was never zero, b-but I-”
“You had to take it because otherwise you would still be stuck down there or,” Hoseok swallowed, “or you wouldn’t even be here at all.” You broke down more and he couldn’t take it anymore. Of course nothing was solved, this night opened wounds for him that never healed, but he saw that the same happening to you and just like you said. When you love someone you put their life, their happiness over your own and he could never stop loving you. Seeing you like this made him more upset and he just wanted to stop crying for a moment.
So he lifted you in his arms and walked over to the bed, not even thinking twice before carefully laying you on his chest and pulling the covers over both of you. Before he pushed the button that would close the curtains and put out the lights, he looked the camera in the corner dead in the eye.
“Her name’s Y/N Luna Rizzo, she is the daughter of Consigliere Rizzo. She killed Jaehyun because it was an assignment for Got7. On November 18th 2011 she escaped the mafia group known as Marco Polo by faking her own death.”
Across the hall Yoongi smirked as he twirled his whiskey around and watched Hoseok close his eyes on the monitor in front of him. Namjoon and Jin immediately started searching for any information they could possibly find about this woman. Jungkook had already left the room to go find Taehyung and Jimin made himself comfortable on Yoongi’s lap. “So what do we do now?” “Now we prepare ourselves for a war, just as Hobi predicted.” Jimin pouted as he inserted himself into the other two’s conversation. Yoongi’s eyes were still focused on the monitor, mind going through every single word the two sleeping lovers had said. He shook his head, thinking about all the shit that was waiting for them around the corner.
Yn slept soundly as Yoongi tossed and turned, his mind plagued with different thoughts, making him sleepless and alone in the middle of the night. He craved her attention, it had been weeks since they had properly had each other, and yet, here was Yn, sleeping without a care in the world. She’d give sleeping beauty a run for her money.
She looked ethereal, tucked into his black sheets, her hair sprawled out on the white pillows, her back turned towards him. He tsked, reaching out to roll her over so he could admire his beautiful darling. She let out a grunt as she turned over, her crop top riding up her chest as she did so. She didn’t bother to pull it back down, leaving Yoongi with a drool-worthy display of her tits. He swallows as he stared at it, his mind racing as he questioned if he should make a move. ‘Fuck’ he thought as he reached out, scooting closer to Yn so he could get his hands on her. His palms, finding the swell of her breasts easily. Yn, let out a sleepy moan as Yoongi toyed with her hardening nipples. “Shh, go back to sleep,” he coaxed, his hands still on her breasts. He resumed his ministering when he heard her breathing even out again. Flicking her nipples and squeezing her tits which were the perfect size for his hands. He went closer, lowering himself so his face was at the same height as her chest, his lips descending onto her nub with no mercy at all. His teeth lightly gazing her rock-hard nipples, making Yn moan, but Yoongi was too far gone to care, he sucked on her nub his hand toyed with the other. Pulling slightly harder and much rougher as he felt a primal need to make her cum. He left marks and hickeys all over as he continued his game. Yn’s breathing was heavy as Yoongi’s hand trailed down her stomach to her panties, her core, wet from the lack of attention. He ran his finger over the length of her soaked cunt, a smirk on his face.
“Such a good little whore, so wet for me even when you’re asleep,” he growled into Yn’s ear as she let out a whimper, still asleep. His tongue relentlessly worked on her tits as his fingers prodded her tight little hole, bringing her closer to the edge.
Yn whined when she felt Yoongi add a third finger inside her, but that didn’t stop him. He simply coaxed her back to sleep, telling her to let him do his thing. Yoongi groaned when he felt Yn’s hole clench around his fingers, her orgasm close. He picked up his pace, his movements rougher than earlier, biting into the soft flesh of her breasts. Yn breathed heavily as she felt her orgasm ripping through her body, creaming all over Yoongi’s fingers. “Fuck, such a good girl Yn,” Yoongi praised as he pulled his hand away from her, Yn just let out a sleepy moan which was quickly shut when Yoongi bought his cum drenched fingers to her lips. She opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out to eat up the mess that she had made with his fingers. “Fuck, I love you,” Yoongi groaned as he got up, grabbing tissues to clean both him and Yn up before climbing back into bed. Placing a kiss on top of Yn’s head, he pulled her close, spooning her as he smiled to himself. What had he done to get such a good girlfriend he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
Summary: Yoongi comes home from the White House trip to his wife who is way too excited for… interior design
Pairing: Yoongi x f!reader
Rating: EXPLICIT. No minors allowed.
Genre: idol!au, established relationship, dad Yoongi + mom OC
WC: <1k
Warning: oral sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, our couple is horny for interior design, also author’s very poor knowledge of interior design thus heavy reliance on google dot com
“So, how is it like? To walk around in the White House?”
Yoongi rolls his eyes as he continues to towel dry his hair. You have been hot on his heels since he came back from the airport, impatiently waiting for him to wash the travel off of him before asking questions.
“We didn’t walk around much, you know, just the areas we needed to be for the clips and stuff.”
He grabs for a tshirt but you stop him. He raises an eyebrow. You simply pull him out of the walk-in wardrobe, directing him to the bed.
“How was the wainscoting?”
“Neatly done.” Yoongi lets you push him down onto the bed. He tries to secure the towel around his waist, but you slap his hand away and straddle him.
“The colors? I read the President installed an inky blue rug in his office.”
Yoongi swallows, feeling your heat even through the terry cloth. “Nice shade of blue.”
You lean forward, eyes boring into your husband’s. His hands reach up to hold your waist. He hears your breath hitch a little.
“Did you see the Zuber wallpaper?”
“What?” He pulls your oversize shirt off and bites back a groan. You have gone braless and your nipples are already hard.
“It’s in the Family Dining Room. Did you get to see it?”
“What? Uh,” Yoongi can’t think clearly, not when you have plastered yourself on his chest, kissing and licking his collarbones. “No, I don’t think so.”
You tut, chiding him. “I told you to pay attention to all those things.”
“I did, I did, babe,” he wiggles his hips, loosening the towel around him more. “Just… wait, I can’t think!”
“The Rose Garden?” You murmur your next question to his skin, mewling a little when he cups your ass.
“Yeah,” he pants, “… think so.”
“Still those icy white roses?” You grind your core harder to his crotch, feeling him hardening beneath you.
“Yeah.”
“Did you- Ah!”
You could barely ask the next question, for Yoongi flips you over and is now hovering above you. The towel is completely off, his erection hot above your panties.
“You’re asking too many questions.” He sits back on his heels, large veiny hands on your waist keeping you still.
You huff. “You know that building is on my design bucket li- ooh!”
Your panties are suddnely pulled off, your legs raised up in an erotic V in the air. And his tongue shoved inside you, reaching the depths to collect your juices.
“The stone…” you wreck your brain to find the name, amidst the carnal pleasure building, “… sandstone… Aquia Creek! Yoongi!”
He slurps and sucks for a few more seconds, then inserting two fingers to replace his wet appendage. “What about it?”
You look down at your husband, at his wet lips and chin. “Did… did you touch it?”
His free hand pulls back the skin over your clit, exposing it to his tongue. “Mmm hmmm.” He grunts his answer.
“Oh fuck,” your legs start shaking. “Fuck, Yoongi, tell me more.”
His tongue leaves your nub, but his fingers move faster jackhammering into you.
“Damn, babe, you weren’t this worked out when I went to Europe.”
You blink, mind reeling from the almost-orgasm. “The… the… thing…”
He smirks at your state. “My tongue and finger got you dumb huh?”
You almost cry when he pulls his fingers out and uses your arousal to lubricate his cock. Panting, you welcome his weight on top of you, the head of his cock searching for your wet hole.
“Baby,” he coos, “let me tell you…”
He trails off as he pushes inside you. Your walls welcome him eagerly. You wrap your legs and arms around him, wanting to feel him, all of him.
“… about the Schonbek chandelliers.”
Your body shudders almost violently the moment the words leave his mouth, at the same time as his cock burying itself fully in you. He chuckles teasingly in your ears.
“Fuck baby, you’re so worked up.”
You can only moan in response.
“Gonna take you there hmm? Fly you out to DC,” he raises himself only to put your legs over his shoulders. “Gonna take you on the tour then fuck you senseless after.”
Your eyes fluter close at his words. His hips are snapping hard and fast, his cock splitting you open, determined to go as deep as he can get it to. You cry out when he leans down to roughly suck your nipple, and in your mind, you see it.
The crystal and gold hanging from the neoclassical ceiling, the lights sparkling with the sun rays that hit them, burning brighter and brighter as Yoongi’s filthy words fill your ears, until you finally erupt.
A/N: ahem, just a little short one of my favorite couple… and if you’re not familiar with this universe, OC is an interior designer (hence probably where Yoongi got all those design trivia in that sexy brain of his). AND… we all have screamed over all the WH photos and how much YG prob has geeked out there, soooo naturally, his lovely interior designer wife very likely geeked out even more too in more ways than one…. and thus this little drabble was born. OK bye for now, I still have a lot of WIPs to go through.
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