BTS Reaction to your pregnancy test finally coming back positive.
Warning: Vomit (Morning sickness)
Namjoon
He waits anxiously in the living room as you take the test, wringing his hands.
When you don’t come out after 15 minutes he starts to worry and goes to find you
You’re sobbing on the floor when he walks in
Immediately he is at your side telling you it’ll be okay you can try again
You’re crying too hard to tell him, so you hand him the test and he freezes his soothing motions
Tears well in his eyes as you watch for his reaction
Suddenly you’re being lifted off the floor and carried towards your bedroom he lays you down carefully, but he doesn’t let go.
His hands trail down your sides and lift the hem of your shirt.
He leans down and presses hundreds of kisses into your tummy as you giggle, trying to wriggle away from your husband’s affectionate assaults
Seokjin
You find out while he is on tour
There’s only a month left so you don’t tell him
He would only want to fly home immediately and there’s nothing for him to do yet
Hiding from him is torture when he checks in everyday and all you want is to spill the secret and see the joy on his face of finally…
But you know it’ll be worth it
He comes home to string flower petals leading to your closed bedroom door
He opens it to find a tray of goodies laying out for him and a jewellery box with a note that says ‘find me waiting in the bathroom’
He doesn’t open the box too eager to see you after so long he takes the box and heads straight for you
He is more than confused to find you sat on the closed toilet lid in a fluffy bathrobe instead of in a bubble bath like he was usually greeted with
You roll your eyes and gesture to the unopened box he still looks very confused at the little white stick displayed under new cufflinks that read “daddy”
Eventually you just stand letting the robe fall to display your rounding belly.
The shock finally hits him, and he sweeps you into his arms, cradling you close with one arm, the other hand on your stomach.
Yoongi
You are out shopping with your little boy
Daddies black card burning a hole in your pocket as you treat the birthday boy
You’d just finished lunch when the overwhelming urge to vomit hit
The next three days you struggled to keep anything down
Yoongi eventually convinces you to go to the hospital even though you think he’s being a bit dramatic for a stomach bug.
The news you are six weeks pregnant hits you like a truck after what the doctors told you last time
It’s one of the few times Yoongi lets you see him cry off stage.
Hoseok
It’s a joke when he says “maybe you’re pregnant” after developing a weird craving for spray cheese on salt and vinegar crisps
This wasn’t even that weird
You laughed
It’s not exactly out of character for you to try weird food combos
Except spray cheese is disgusting
You still feel a little silly when you go out to buy the test
Lo and behold the little plus mark appears and you are left in shock
Fully on autopilot you walk into your kitchen test in hand
Hobi looks up confused, glancing at your outstretched hands and makes one of those noises only he can
He sweeps you off your feet and dances you around the kitchen pulling you out of your shellshock.
Jimin
You’d never seen someone so excited yet so close to an obvious breakdown
There are 30 swatches of paint on the wall of the spare room by the end of the week
Trying to remind him that if there is still 32 weeks to go does not slow down the process
He enlists the boys while they have time off because he is worried he won’t be around to help as much when their schedules pick up again
Every detail is run by you before it’s placed in the nursery
And he has a baby shower party planned long before your second scan.
Taehyung
The moment the at home test comes back positive Tae has booked you in for a hospital scan
You sit in the private hospital room twitching as you wait for the ultrasound technician to come in
Taehyung squeezes your hands reassuring you after so many negatives and false starts
This time feels different though
Eventually the doctor comes in and you lie back ignoring the discomfort that comes with a transvaginal ultrasound
It was early on and you needed to be sure
The doctor’s brows furrow and you steal your nerves for the news that it was another false alarm
“Are you prepared for the possibility of multiple births?”
Taehyung can’t contain his excitement head whipping to look at your pale complexion
The doctor doesn’t get to say triplets before you’ve blacked out
You thought you were around 12 weeks and starting to show
Nope! Six weeks and very bloated
Jungkook
Five nights into your private luxury yacht honeymoon you are vomiting over the side of the rails while your very confused half naked husband watches on
You’re taken to the doctor at the next port
You laugh when he suggests pregnancy you’ve only been off birth control for a month now
Everyone said it would take forever and you’d already waited for so long
Turns out the universe just didn’t want you living in sin
They did several tests
Each positive
You do wish the little bean could have waited to make you sick when you weren’t living on a boat for a month
You cut the trip short
But JK already had you rebooked for six months after the due date for your first family holiday
“I just need you to stay… please” Jungkook pleaded, grabbing onto one of your hands while the other reached for the door. You shake yourself free from his grasp and storm out of the door, slamming it behind you. Jungkook fell to the floor, you can hear his sobs as you make your way down the drive unsure of where you are going but knowing you can’t stay there. You find yourself on Namjoon’s doorstep, unsure of how you got there, numb to you other surrounding.
“Y/N? are you okay?” Namjoon’s face crease in concern as he opens the door to your obviously dishevelled appearance. The tears fall freely from your eyes as the anger fully dissipates from your mind leaving only the pain behind. Joon pulls you into his arms and shuts the door behind you. He helps you to the sofa before running into his kitchen for water and tissues.
You’re not sure how long you lie there. Curled into the foetal position, finding minimal comfort in hugging your knees to your chest, recounting every step of the argument in your head. No matter how many times you replayed it, it made little sense. Once your calm enough to speak you recount the argument to Namjoon.
Jungkook had been in the shower when you arrived home, following a long day of press junkets he often relaxed this way. So, you set about putting away his things and trying to help him out for the night. That is until you came across a frilly pair of panties in the bottom of his bag. At first it left you confused, and then fuming. Without thinking you stormed into the bathroom where your boyfriend stood dripping wet and more than surprised.
“Babe is everything okay?” his brow furrowed in concern as he reached a hand to caress your face. You pulled back away from his grasp and had instead forced the offending article of clothing into his palm.
“Whose are these?” your voice was barely above a whisper, but the venom behind it had struck fear in Jungkook’s soul. He looked from your burning eyes to the small piece of fabric. He looked confused, his little bunny mouth frowning as he tried to work out what he was looking at. “I found them in your bag, don’t try to lie to me, who are you fucking” you’d spat, the rage coming to the surface at what you had thought was an attempt to play dumb.
“I have no idea whose they are, do you know how many people have access to my bag every day?” he tried to calm you down, he moved to place his hands on your shoulders, get you to look him in the eyes but you’d refused. Stormed from the room in search of other ‘proof’ you’d been sure was around somewhere.
“You must think I’m the most gullible idiot.” You yelled over your shoulder at him before heading into your shared bedroom. He’d followed quickly behind after pulling on sweats and a Tee.
“Y/N calm down I know nothing about the panties, I’m actually a little hurt you don’t trust me.” He tried to grab your arm, to halt your search but it was too late, you’d found exactly what you hoped you wouldn’t. Once you unlocked his phone you found the message he clearly had meant to delete.
Her: I left a little souvenir in your bag (wink) we should do this again sometime.
The revelation had made you stop in your tracks, uncertain how it’d gotten to this point, less than an hour ago you were convinced you’d been in the happiest relationship in the world. It felt like glass shattering. Tears sprung to your eyes, but you’d forced them back, not willing to let him see that he’d made you cry. Instead you lashed out. You’d pummelled his chest until you had no more fight in you, and he stood there and took it, knowing he’d been caught in his lie. When your hands hurt too much to continue, you’d sank on to the bed and rubbed at the sore bits.
“Baby…” Jungkook started.
“Don’t baby me” you mumbled, refusing to meet his eyes as he’d tried desperately to connect with you.
“Y/N” he sighed “she… I…” it was clear he hadn’t thought of an explanation, or at least a lie for the message you had just seen.
“Does she mean something to you?” you whispered.
“What?” you were unsure whether he hadn’t heard you or couldn’t believe you’d ask him that, but the lilt of confusion filled you with rage once more.
“Does she mean something to you?!” the scream tore through your throat as you flew from where you were perched.
“No, of course she doesn’t” the response had been immediate, so fast you were sure it must’ve been true, and that’d made it so much worse.
“Then why risk it? Why risk everything we have built together on someone like that. Nothing could make this better believe me, but to throw EVERYTHING away for a cheap one night.” For the first time since the fight had begun, you’d met his eyes. He looked like a kicked puppy. He’d had the audacity to look like he was being told off for something he hadn’t done. It’s that look that had finally pushed you out of the door. “I can’t look at you right now, maybe not ever”
“Come on Y/N let’s talk about this please… I can’t lose you” his voice cracked as you reached for your coat.
“You should’ve thought about that before you ruined everything.” Your hand was on the door knob as he made one final attempt to make you stay.
“I just need you to stay… please.”
By the time you had finished recounting the story, tears were flowing freely down your face. Namjoon handed you another tissue and pulled you into his arms. You knew it was wrong to be here with Jungkook’s best friend after such a big argument, especially knowing the loyalty they share as a band, but you couldn’t find yourself being able to care. That is until a knock came at the door. Namjoon met your questioning expression with is own sheepish eyes before moving to let Jungkook through the door.
“I’m sorry, he was going out of his mind, I just meant to let him know you were okay, I didn’t think he’d be stupid enough to turn up here.” Namjoon apologised before leaving the room giving you two space. Jungkook moves to sit next to you on the sofa but you back away from him, making sure you have a safe radius between you. You play with your thumbs, waiting for him to speak, wondering what he thinks could possibly make this situation any better.
“I’m sorry” it’s barely audible, but it doesn’t matter, you could’ve heard a pin drop in that room right now.
“It’s not enough” you whisper back.
“Please just come home… I just need you to come home.” He reaches out to take your hand and you let him, not sure the contact makes a difference at this point.
“I’m not sure where home is anymore.” Your answer is honest. Your home was broken at the same time as your heart. You see the pain in his eyes when you look up, but he seems to accept his fate. He lets your hand drop back into your lap and curls into himself. The two of you sit there for a while, completely unsure of where you can go from here.
The party had been going for hours now. The boys were celebrating the end of tour and a new award. Sat in the kitchen, you watched as Tae got pulled from person to person, occasionally sparing you a reassuring look. These massive big hit parties weren’t really your thing especially when your boyfriend barely had a chance to see you. With a huff you peel your eyes away and scan the room. Everyone was heading towards being a little too drunk. Your eyes landed on the large ice chest next to the dessert table. It was filled to overflowing with drinks and ice lollies.
You made your way across the room to grab one of the treats, careful to avoid the stumbling masses. Ice lolly in hand you found yourself a new corner to zone out in. You’re playing a game on your phone when it vibrates.
T: stop that
y/n: stop what Tae?
You look up from your screen to see your boyfriend glaring at you from the bar.
T: you know what you’re doing
y/n: I really don’t babe
his eyes move from yours to your lips and back again and the realisation hits you. He is getting turn on watching you eat the ice lolly. So you decide to put on a show. Slowly you lick up the side, not breaking eye contact, you then take the phallic object and push it deep into your throat. Tae’s eyes widen at your actions and he quickly scans the room, ensuring no one else is watching your performance. Luckily he seems to be your only audience. You watch as he shifts uncomfortably, trying to rearrange himself without drawing to much attention to himself. The people he had been talking to look concerned with his sudden change in demeaner, he waves them off and turns back to you just in time to watch you bite the end off the ice lolly and wink. You stand and walk towards one of the more private meeting rooms, knowing full well he would follow.
“You’ve been naughty baby” his voice is practically a growl when he walks in behind you. He immediately pins you up against the large table in the centre of the otherwise bare room. His lips capture yours passionately, desperate to satiate his need to be close to you. “How did you think you’d get away with something like that, in front of all of my colleagues? Are you insane?” he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you on to the table, scrunching your dress up in the process. Your hands immediately go to flatten the material back down, but he pushes your hand away.
“Tae, anybody could walk in” your voice hushed with worry.
“But baby you were so willing to put on a show out there…” his lips trail up your thighs making you shiver. “If they walk in they walk in… I need them to know you are all mine.” He pulls your dress all the way so its up, covering your eyes. Before you get a chance to move it away a freezing sensation hits your belly button making you squeal.
“What the hell was that Tae?” he chuckles as you squirm away from the sensation.
“well you enjoyed teasing me with a popsicle, I thought I’d return the favour” he uses the treat to trace a line up your stomach, followed closely by his tongue. The quick temperature change makes you shiver. His free hand takes the fabric of your dress from your face, so you clearly see what he is doing to you. He brings the lolly down dragging it along the centre of your already soaked underwear. You wriggle as the ice hits up against your sensitive clit. Seeing the discomfort cross your face makes Taehyung’s eyes light up and he presses the dessert firmly onto your nub. The sweet sting draws a small moan from your mouth.
Your underwear sufficiently ruined, Tae moves the ice lolly to your mouth forcing you to take in the taste of yourself.
“Keep this here or you’re in trouble when we get home” he warns, you nod obediently as he finds his way back to between your legs. He pulls your panties down and tucks them away in his pocket. His long fingers drag along your slit gathering your arousal before plunging two deep inside of you. The stretch burns and you long to call out, but that risks you dropping the sweet from your mouth. The glint his eyes is evil as he begins thrusting relentlessly. Your jaw aches from keeping the frozen treat in your mouth for so long, cheeks flushed bright red both from the temperature and your boyfriends ministrations. You look so desperate for relief but all it does is spur him on more. Right as you feel your high approaching, he retracts his fingers and you clench around nothing. The impending orgasm fading almost as fast as it had built. He removes what remains of the popsicle from your mouth and licks it himself.
“You know I think you’re right this is a little public… we will just have to finish at home” he winks as you let out frustrated sigh. He helps you readjust your dress and you move to take your underwear back from his pocket. “Actually I think I’ll be keeping these for the rest of the party” he says moving out of your reach. Before you have time to protest he opens the door and heads back into the party.
“Come on baby, it’s not even raining that hard now” You pout at your boyfriend. You had gone on a quick weekend away since he only had a couple of weeks until the next comeback. Unfortunately. the two of you had chosen the worst possible weekend, and a storm hit almost the moment you arrived. Not that spending time cuddling with Hoseok as you hide from the rain is a bad thing, you’d just had your heart set on exploring the gardens and woods surrounding the B+B you were staying at. But after streaming 3 films in a row your butt had gone numb. Hobi looks down at you cuddled in his arms and then glances out of the window.
“I don’t know y/n, it looks like the clouds are still rolling in” he is rightfully suspicious of the break in the downpour, but you are undeterred. You push his arms off you and stand motioning for him to come with you. He groans but follows reluctantly. You grab your coat and run out into the gardens. The area was gorgeous: beautiful ivy coloured the old bricks of the building, manicured green lawns, and walls of climbing flowers creating hidden little wonderlands throughout the grounds. Hobi held on to your hand as you pulled him down the path, admiring the excitement in your eyes from finally being outdoors.
You managed about half an hour before the rain started pelting down again. It came down in sheets and you were soaked immediately. You found shelter in a greenhouse a little way down the trail. The two of you had gone so far you could no longer see the house. Hobi glared at you playfully, silently reminding you that he had been against the walk, now the two of you were stuck there until the rain let up again. You meet his eyes a little sheepishly and he stifles a chuckle, trying to keep up his annoyed façade.
“I’m sorry Hobi, I didn’t think it’d start again so soon” your eyes drop to the floor, naturally submissive. He smiles seeing you so willing to submit to him.
“It’s okay love, I’m sure we can find a way to pass the time” his hands find their way your shoulders, applying slight pressure forcing you on to your needs “besides you look so great wet” his tongue drags along his lips as he takes in your clothing stuck to your figure, hair dripping into your eyes, and the feigned innocence in your eyes and you look up at him from your new position. The sight made his cock twitch impatiently. He unbuckles his belt and uses it to secure your hands in front of you. “Now be a good girl for me and make me feel good.”
You obey immediately, opening your mouth waiting for him to guide himself into your throat. He pushes his jeans to his ankles and his cock springs free, every time you see it your mouth waters. Nothing brings you more pleasure than serving your Hobi, making him moan while he calls you his good girl. You move forward, desperate to fill your mouth but he stops you.
“You know what my love, you’ve been so naughty getting us caught here like this maybe you don’t deserve a treat” he uses his own hand to pump his length. Positioned so close that you could lick it but you didn’t dare move if he told you know, the punishment wouldn’t have been worth it. “Maybe I should just make you watch as I make myself feel good.” The glint in his eye was evil as he pumped himself faster and faster maintaining eye contact and watching you squirm. He tensed nearing his high, the sight making you let out an involuntary whimper. This was a mistake. His hand came away from his dick and grasped your face instead. He squished your cheeks together uncomfortably and brought his face level with yours.
“Did I tell you that you could make noise love?” you shake your head slightly, unable to move anymore in his clutch. He takes his from your cheeks and forces two fingers in your mouth instead. “maybe I just need to stuff your pretty face to keep you quiet after all. He pumps his fingers in and out a few more times before removing them, quickly replacing them with his cock instead. Your hair is wrapped around his hand, so your head is immobile. He fucks into your skull relentlessly. Tears roll down your face landing on your already soaked jeans, and you gag around the intrusion. He doesn’t let up until he is ready for release. His thrusts slow as he cums down your throat. He pulls himself away from you mouth and crouches down to your level. He drags his thumbs under your eyes removing remaining tears and kisses you deeply.
“You’re amazing baby” he whispers, his forehead pressed against yours “Now lets get you out of these wet clothes and take care of you.”
Work had been long and unfruitful. Everything you had tried to achieve had been thrown back in your face. You’re close to tears when you trudge through the front door of the house you share with your husband. To your dismay he is nowhere to be found. You settle yourself on the sofa wearing only one of your husbands oversized shirts. You’d grabbed a sandwich and soda on the way, unwilling to put anymore effort into your day. You must have fallen asleep like that because the next thing you know Yoongi is crouched in front of you stroking your hair.
“Long day my love?” he asks moving to sit at the end of the sofa, laying your legs out on top his lap. He grabs one of your feet and kneads the days stress away as he listens to you vent. When you finish ranting you can feel all the tension drain from your body. You move to get closer to him, wanting nothing more then to make him feel better too, but he stops you.
“Tonight, I just want to make you feel good princess, can you let me do that?” his eyes search yours looking for approval and you nod, submitting fully to whatever he had planned. He continued kneading your feet, bending his head to press soft kisses all the way up to your ankles. Slowly his hands worked their magic all the way up calves to your thighs. His touch was unparalleled. Occasionally he would bring his fingers close to your core making you shiver but never quite touching you. Eventually he shifts you, so he is sat behind you, your head lying back on hi shoulder as he bites small marks into your neck. Massaging your shoulders and whispering sweet affirmations in between nips.
“you’re so pretty angel… look how easily you mark for me… you’re so precious to me…. I love you so much y/n” each phrase makes the blush on your face deepen; praise is not new from Yoongi, but it made you feel special every time. You moan at a particularly sharp bite and he uses the opportunity to slip a finger into your mouth, you suck on instinct. He watches you eagerly. Loving how you were always ready to please him even when it was supposed to be all about you.
He took the, now spit covered, finger from your mouth and moved it between your legs, using the moisture to rub at your hardened nub. You rut into his hand excited from the sudden escalation of the massage you’d been receiving. He chuckles at your impatience and brings his other hand down to play with your folds, dragging two of his fingers through your arousal. Once coated he plunges both inside of you, your hole burning with the sudden intrusion. The sweet mix of pleasure and pain pushed you closer and closer to your high. Your reaction only served to encourage your husband, as he moved his hands faster and faster. Your legs shake as you reach your climax, fresh arousal coating Yoongi’s hand. When he is sure you are finished, he removes his fingers from you and licks them clean.
“Wait here angel, I’m going to run you a bath,” he lays you back on the sofa and hurries off in the direction of the bathroom.
You’d been staring at the seductive stranger for a while now. Dressed in a tight black shirt and tighter black pants, something about him was calling to you. The ornate glittering mask he wore hid his identity from you, the only clear features his pouty lips and piercing eyes. Like pools of melting milk chocolate, so warm and inviting, familiar even. His hair was carefully styled into a quiff, a few messy strands tumbling onto his forehead.
You take a sip of your drink, willing yourself to suddenly gain the courage to talk to the man who kept pulling your focus before someone else stole your chance. You doubted your ability to manage a conversation. You felt severely underdressed in a sea of overwhelming ball gowns and excessive masks. Many people had gone as overboard as possible on the masquerade theme. All the women you had seen had feathers or pearls or gems adorning their facial decorations. Yourself, on the other hand, had opted for a cheap party city mask you grabbed on the way out of work that same day. For days you had um-ed and ah-ed about even coming to this party. Your friends had finally won you over, before abandoning you immediately on entry.
You down the remainder of your drink and turn to move towards him, the warm liquor spurring you… only to find he’s gone. You scan the room for where he might’ve disappeared but come up empty. Your chest deflates and you start to sulk, wondering just what to drown your sorrows in next.
“Can I get you a refill” you jump at the sudden intrusion and the perpetrator laughs. His laugh is truly infectious, and you find yourself laughing along at your silly reaction, until you face your new companion. It’s him. You attempt to stammer a response but have to settle with holding out your glass a little and nodding. He takes it from you and wraps an arm around your waist, leading you to the bar. He hands your glass to the bartender and orders you both the party cocktail.
“You look so stunning, I just had to talk to you” he whispers in your ear, making the hairs on your arms stand to attention. “How does someone in such an understated look manage to steal attention away from everyone else at the party?” you’re very glad that the mask is hiding the blush that creeps up your cheeks at this point. You suddenly feel very emboldened by the anonymity of it all.
“I could say that of the mysterious stranger I’ve found myself glued to all evening; you certainly know how to draw the eye.” You flirt shamelessly with the brunette, not sure what you are hoping will become of this evening. He grasps your hand and pulls it tenderly to his lips. The bartender brings back your drinks and you use it as an excuse to shy back into yourself for a moment, savouring the sweet burn trickling down your throat. He finishes his drink quickly and takes hold of your hand once more.
“Shall we dance?” he doesn’t really wait for a response before leading you into the centre of the dance floor. All eyes are on you as he sways you effortlessly across the floor. Giggles fall from your lips with every twirl, until he stops abruptly. His eyes met yours as the only warning before his lips crash into yours. He pulls back, breathing hard. His gaze meets yours asking for approval. You bite your lip and nod. It’s all the answer he needs as he takes your hand and the two of you flee the party.
It isn’t until the two of you are hidden away in an alley 2 blocks from the venue you realise you never asked his name…. And he never asked for yours. The thought chills you as his mouth trails down your neck. His open mouthed kisses set your skin on fire wherever they touch. You find yourself melting into every caress of his hands as they make their way down the velvet of your dress and under your skirt. You suddenly find yourself glad you hadn’t worn a gown like the other women.
“So wet already” confidence drips from his tongue as he feels the damp line along your slit. “What a dirty girl, you don’t even know who I am and yet you’re soaked through” you should be embarrassed by his words but the secrecy of your identity empowers you, instead preening at the degrading comment.
“So what if I am? Don’t act like you don’t feel exactly the same” you brazen statement followed by even bolder action as your hand moves to cup his growing erection. He lets out a grown at the contact, biting into the soft skin of your exposed cleavage. Clearly growing tired of the teasing, his fingers find their way under your panties. His digits dip through your arousal before landing on your clit, pinching the sensitivity nub roughly. A cry falls from your lips. The stranger smirks before moving to rub soothingly, leaving only pleasure from the pain.
Your mouth falls open, small moans tumble out as two of his fingers thrust in and out of you, his thumb keeping up with the relentless pace in your clit. Just as you feel your high approaching, seconds from the edge, he pulls away leaving you to clench around nothing. You whine at the loss, grabbing to pull him back to you. He presses against you, letting you feel just how hard he is. You take your cue and twist so he is now pressed against the wall instead. Using your clutch bag as a cushion, you kneel in front of him. He wastes no time freeing himself from the confines of his tight slacks, dick slapping against his stomach.
Your mouth waters instantly, unsure how far you’ll be able to get before your gag reflex forces you to stop. He was larger than the others you’d been with…. Not that there had been many, honestly this is beyond out of character for you. Still, as intimidating as his size and your inexperience was, you forged ahead licking one long stripe from the base to the tip. He shivers at your action, hands coming down to tangle in your hair, urging you on. You brace yourself on his thighs, feeling the muscles tense as you bob your head over his tip. You take about three quarters of his length before it feels like too much.
You hold intense eye-contact as you start to move your head faster, the beautiful sparkle now darkened with lust. Spit and precum accumulates around your mouth as you take him closer to his edge. You stop when he taps at your head. You release him and wipe your mouth with the back of your wrist.
“So stunning in everything you do” he coos pulling you back up to his level and pushing you up against the wall once more. He pulls at your underwear letting it fall to the floor, and you step out of them, enjoying the freeing feeling of the breeze hitting the damp folds of your vagina.
He brings your leg up to rest at his hip and lines himself up. You bite your lip in anticipation. He starts slow, the stretch burns a little but feeling so full negates the pain. You let out a long moan as he slides to the hilt, giving you a second to adjust before thrusting up into you. You’d both been worked up well enough that getting you to your end didn’t take long. A few well placed surges of his hips, hitting your sweet spot hard. As you come undone his thrusts become sloppy struggling a little to support your weight and his own.
Once you’ve come down enough to hold yourself he pulls out, finishing himself with a few final strokes. His cum hits the floor and you mourn the waste for a moment while he tucks himself away. His lips find yours once more before he reaches up to remove his mask.
“My names Hoseok by the way…”
Childhood crush Hoseok…
Big fancy city boy Hoseok…
It had been years since you’d seen him. He’d moved to Seoul after senior year, saying goodbye to him had broken your heart. But you hadn’t been ready to tell him how you felt then…. And you certainly weren’t ready now. He looks confused as you stumble back from him
“Do you know who I am?” he questions, reaching forward to take off your mask, but you back away futher. It figures he hasn’t guessed who you are. I mean you couldn’t tell by the sound of his voice and you had changed a lot about yourself since then.
“um… I’m sorry I should… Go” you stammer pathetically, abandoning your underwear on the floor and running away hoping he wouldn’t follow.
Watching your boyfriend game was becoming tiresome. You’d been sat in his room for almost an hour now and every time you asked him if he was nearly done, he flashed you that boxy smile and said
“Just one more round baby” each time you’d rolled your eyes and continued scrolling through the variety of social media apps on your phone. You glance up to see him clicking on the start round button yet again. Frustrated, you decide it’s time to take matters into your own hands. He is too busy barking commands at his party to notice as you slip out of your shorts and panties. The sound of his commanding voice aiding your arousal, even it wasn’t aimed at you like you wanted.
One hand falls between your legs, while the other found its way under your shirt to play with your nipples. You tentatively dip a finger inside of yourself, coating it in your own arousal before bringing it out and circling your clit. Little breathy moans escape your lips as you put on a show, mostly for yourself at this point as Tae can’t hear you over Jungkook shouts. You bring your fingers back to trace the line of your slit before pushing two back inside of yourself. This time your whine was louder. Tae’s head cocked to the side, he muted his headphones and tried to work out what that sound was, only to hear you whimper his name.
His head turned to you just as his character was killed on screen. Not that it mattered, his interest in the game had quickly faded hearing you. He removed his headset and watched you as you pleasured yourself, your eyes squeezed shut as you focused on the feeling. He couldn’t help himself, he moved towards you hand out-stretched, eager to replace yours with his own. You opened one eye as you felt him make contact with your thigh.
“uh-uh you didn’t want to pay me any attention, now I’m doing it myself. Go back to your little game” your hand comes out from under your shirt to shoo him away. He grabs it and kisses along your arm, eyes begging forgiveness. You remain cold and pull your arm free, flipping him the bird before focussing back in on you own pleasure. He sits back in his gaming chair resigned to watch. He releases his dick from his own shorts and strokes in time to the thrust of your fingers. The knowledge that he is watching you only turns you on more.
“Come on baby, you can take more than that” his voice is low and husky, his eyes transfixed on your dripping pussy.
“I thought I told you I was doing this alone” you quip, but push a third finger in anyway, the small stretch only adding to the sensation as you curl your fingers into your g-spot. You look at him through hooded eyes, watching the way he bites his lip. His left-hand grips onto the arm of his chair so hard the knuckles have gone white. His right-hand services his cock, rubbing faster as he gets closer to his finish. The sight is more than enough to have you coming undone. Your free hand moves to rub furiously at your clit. The tension in your stomach builds until you can’t hold it anymore, the flood gates open. You shake from the release.
When your eyes come back into focus you can see cum leaking down the side of Taehyung’s hand after his own orgasm. He wipes the translucent liquid with a towel from the floor before moving to lean over you.
“You have my undivided attention now baby, let me be responsible for the next one… and the next one…” there is a mischievous glint in your boyfriend’s eye as he lowers his head between your legs.
Yoongi X reader - married Wax play, ice play, f!oral, unprotected sex
This had been the worst fight the two of you had had in a long time. Yoongi was due to set off on a new world tour within the next month and he kept bringing home the stress of rehearsals with him. Every time he came home he either collapsed on the sofa and stayed there until long after you gone to bed, or forced himself through dinner with you snapping at you when you asked questions he deemed too overwhelming for his current mental state. You know he didn’t mean it, often apologising as soon as he realises how short he had been with you, but after two weeks you’d had enough.
“STOP IT!” you shout after the twelfth grumbled reply of the evening “You have been awful to me for weeks now, and I get it you are stressed but did you ever think maybe I have bad days too?” he glances up at you from under his bangs before excusing himself from the table and locking himself in his home studio. You let out an exasperated sigh before throwing the empty plates into the sink, chipping one in the process. The flood gates opened then, and you retreated to your shared bedroom, safe in the knowledge that your husband would not come to bed until after he was sure you were asleep.
You must’ve passed out while crying. When you awoke the sun was streaming through the crack in the blinds, Yoongi no where to be found. He must have come in at some point though because your jeans had been removed, and you were tucked in with your favourite blanket and the teddy bear he bought you for your first date. You cuddle the small toy close before unravelling yourself and going in search of your missing spouse. You walk out into the living room but he’s not on the sofa. You search further into the house, heading for his musical sanctuary. That’s where you find him. Curled up on the small leather sofa in the corner usually reserved for when you want to watch him work. Soft snores fall from his mouth, he looks so peaceful there, finally relaxed. You crouch by his side and try to wake him, eager to sort through any lingering contempt from the night before. However, when he doesn’t stir, an evil idea forms in your head.
You run back to the kitchen to receive your weapon of choice. The ice cubes burn your hand a little as you rush back to mess with the man you love. When you return, he has turned in his sleep, giving you the perfect access to your target. You almost abort the plan when you see his angelic face, mouth slightly agape, he just looks so cute. But the ice is staring to drip out of our hand so its now or never. You take one of the cubes and rub it gently along the back of his neck. He lets out a small moan in protest to the damp sensation. The noise only spurs on your mischievous replacement for an alarm clock. You drop two ice cubes down his back, knowing how sensitive he is. The sudden damp wakes him up immediately and you rush to hide the evidence, slipping the remaining ice cubes into your mouth, not having an exit strategy for him awaking so fast.
The bleary man eyes you suspiciously, looking at your blown-out chipmunk cheeks. While tired he is not stupid. His eyes squint as his hand reaches out to push your cheeks together. One of the cubes falls out of your mouth and he laughs shaking his head at your antics, felling the tension break between the two of you. You stick your tongue out, the last remaining block of ice proudly sat in the middle. He pulls you in to kiss you. The two of you pass the cold shard back and forth until nothing remains. You pull away a little breathless, resting your forehead against his.
“I’m sorry for shouting at you baby” you whisper, genuinely sad that you’d snapped knowing how hard he’d been working.
“Don’t be silly, it’s all on me. I should never be that short with you ever. I love you far too much to ever make you that upset.” His hand caresses the side of your face as you cling to him, happy to finally be talking through the rising resentment.
“I love you too… so much” tears sting your eyes again when you think about how much your going to miss him when he goes on tour, knowing that part of the argument was pushing each other away in preparation for the long separation.
“Come with me?” he asks for what must be the hundredth time since the tour was announced. You sigh about to refuse again, you couldn’t just up and leave your job and friends, especially with how busy he would be, but his lips press against yours to halt your response. “Please, I don’t want to leave you again, I can’t” his eyes plead with yours, a sadness planted deep within them.
“Maybe” your voice is barely above a whisper, but it’s all he needs for now “Maybe for a little bit of the tour at least” you clarify, but it doesn’t matter, because he knows you, once your resolve budges an inch he can run with it for a mile. He sweeps you into his arms, all sleepiness worn off. He carries you back to your bedroom as you squeal for him to release you. He dumps you on the bed and is instantly covering your body with his. He places kisses along your chin and down your throat before pulling your hands away from your sides and above your head. He secures them with the handcuffs that had become a permanent fixture to your headrest.
“Now I think it’s time to get you back for the rather rude awakening this morning.” He pulls your shirt up your body, so it pools around your extended arms and crawls back off the bed. Reaching into your box of toys he pulls out a candle and lighter. “Fire for ice… what do you think Jagi” his voice dropped an octave as he set the wick alight and waited for wax to start dripping from the top. You squirm in anticipation as he moves the candle over your body. He tests the temperature on his own skin before letting it hang freely over your stomach.
*drip*
The first splatter of warmth hits your stomach and you let out a moan.
*drip*
*drip*
The next two hit your thighs, close to your core. His free hand moves to play with the drying wax connecting the small trail of dots, his fingers getting dangerously close to where you wanted them most before he pulled them away and moved the candle to a new target. The wax was flowing a little quicker now, he took the opportunity to write his initials across your chest before blowing out the flame and placing the candle on the heatproof mat on your dresser. He signals you to stay still and exits the room. You close your eyes awaiting his return, enjoying the feeling of the cooling wax on your skin.
You hear him return but don’t bother to look. Your trust in him is complete, unwavering. A trust you regret just a little when the ice I dragged slowly across your heated flesh. Your eyes fly open, glaring at the cocky smirk now on his face.
“What happened to the fire?” you question trying to sound annoyed and failing miserably. His freezing touch prevents you from actually being upset. Too turned on to even keep up your fake argument. He pulls the cube down from between your breasts to your pussy, holding it just above your slit and letting the cool water mix in with your juices. When that cube was gone Yoongi reached for another one from a glass on the side. Placing it on his tongue he tucked his head between your legs and blew a cold wind over your still heated skin. One arm wrapped around your thigh the other snaking underneath him to play with your folds. Once his mouth is almost as cold as the ice he licks up your slit before sucking on your clit.
The severe temperature shift made you shiver with pleasure. His mouth moves expertly against your clit, drawing nonsensical shapes in your skin. Two of his fingers tease your entrance, their tips dancing in and out of you but never enough to cause the stretching burn you craved from them. Your about to whine for what you want, not above begging after the taunting he had put you through, when he surprises you by pushing three of his digits inside. You let out a high squeak at the sudden intrusion, the burn almost too much. Almost. You grind down as far as the handcuffs will let you. He chuckles at your eager reaction, pulling his hand back as much as far as you advanced.
“Please” the plea left your mouth almost involuntarily. He pumps his fingers languidly in and out. His digits curve expertly against your sweet spot.
“Please what Jagi… tell me what you need” he places kisses on your thighs and waits for your response.
“Fuck me… hard, make me cum hard all over your cock” your filthy mouth makes it impossible for him to hold back any longer. He rips his fingers from you almost painfully. He unlocks your hands, flips you over, and removes his pants. You grip onto the pillows as he lines himself up. He thrusts into you hard, pistoning his hips like a man gone mad. The feeling is incredible. One hand reaches round to play with your clit as the other wraps in your hair pulling you up flush against him. He places small kisses along your shoulders in between the grunts leaving his mouth. Your orgasm builds quickly in this position. The combination of the angle and his ministrations on the bundle of nerves between your legs has you almost screaming as the pleasure overtakes you, your husband not far behind as his hips stutter.
He cuddles you close as the two of you fall to the mattress, exhausted. When your highs fade, he moves to grab your recover kit, using a plastic card to remove the dried wax from your skin and rubbing the areas with a soothing moisturiser. He places kisses to the slightly pink skin and pulls you favourite blanket back around the two of you as you fall into a late morning nap. Back in his arms where you belong.
I don’t know what this is honestly… @stealth-liberal and I were having a conversation about the fact that pineapples don’t actually make anything sweeter and now I’ve written this.
Maknae line x reader - Jungkook centric
Warnings: Male!Oral
It was quiet in the dorm…. Too quiet.
The elder members had all left for the day on a variety of different projects, leaving you and the maknae line behind. All morning you’d done nothing but laze around on Hobi’s bed where he’d left you, more than a little sore after last night. You were just thinking about taking another nap when you heard them. Giggling… or more gurgling? You almost didn’t investigate. Nothing good ever comes from their giggles, especially when the hyungs aren’t around.
Curiosity got the better of you though. You hauled yourself out of the comfortable nest you’d made in Hoseok’s bed and cracked the door a little to see if you were going to be caught in a crossfire. Finding no projectiles, you forged onward. No boys to be found in the living room, and the laughter definitely hadn’t been coming from their rooms. The only place left was the kitchen
Just as you’re about to open the door you hear Jimin talking.
“I think we can fit more in those bunny cheeks of his Tae… don’t you?”
“I don’t know Chim, he looks a little… full.” You open the door tentatively, not sure you wanted to know how they’d decided to torture your baby today. The sight that greets you is not one you expect. You weren’t really sure what you expected but not this. Three pairs of wide eyes turn to face you, Jimin and Taehyung stepping in front of Jungkook to try to hide their latest experiment. They seemed to have forgotten he was taller than them.
“Why have you stuffed him full of pineapple?” It looked like they’d been trying the chubby bunny challenge, subbing the marshmallows with tropical fruit. You cross your arms, trying to look at least a little bit intimidating. None of them tried to answer you. Jungkook’s face was turning red from the strain they’d put on his cheeks. “Kookie spit that out.” His eyes widen impossibly wider as he shakes his head no.
“Good boy.” Jimin praises him.
“Seriously tell me what you’re doing, or I will call Joon” you threaten.
“Yeah? What do you think he is going to do about it?” Jimin challenges.
“Fine… I’ll call Yoongi.”
“We just wanted to know if it was true.” Tae finally answers you. You throw him a quizzical look, not quite catching his train of thought. “You know, the pineapple and cum thing?” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly unable to meet your gaze for a moment. You can’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.
“And to do that, you decided that the best course of action was to stuff Jungkook’s mouth full?” You ask reaching forward and pushing his cheeks together just a little. A dribble of pineapple juice trails from the corner of his lips and you can’t resit the urge to scoop it onto your finger and taste it. “Don’t you think it would work better if he’d just eaten the fruit?”
“Well that’s part of the experiment. He eats it like that, Tae eats it normally, and I drink a load of juice.”
“Right of course, logical.” You shake your head. “And how are you going to test this theory?”
“We are going to blow one another.” Taehyung states, like it’s obvious.
“But won’t you all taste of pineapple? And how would you know who tasted the most pineappley?” They all deflate a little when you point out the flaw in their master plan. “Perhaps you just need an impartial judge?” You don’t give them time to process what you’re saying. Instead dropping to your knees and pulling the waistband of Jungkook’s sweats with you.
You fist the base of his cock, pumping carefully before leaning in to lick along his slit. He moans a little before choking on the pineapple still in his mouth. Jimin graciously pulls a plate off the counter for him to spit the half-chewed fruit on to, but his eyes don’t leave you. All three of them just staring at you. Once he is fruit free, you take him fully into your mouth. A string of curses leaves his lips as you reach the base, swallowing a few times before pulling back.
One hand reaches towards his balls, fondling them gently as your mouth slips back down his length. You gag a little as his hips jolt forward to meet you, and apparently that’s all it takes. Jungkook cums in you mouth, you draw back to make sure some of it gets on you tongue, displaying it for them before gulping it down and standing back up.
He reaches for your hair, but the others stop him. They hold his hands to his side, preventing him from obscuring their view. You look up and watch him squirm in their hold, desperate to take a little control, make you go deeper. You giggle around his cock, the vibrations making him whine and tense. It never takes long to get Jungkook riled up, not like this.
“Hum…. Doesn’t taste any different to me” you say, swiping your fingers at the corners of your mouth before sucking them clean. Each of their eyes followed the movement. “Maybe we will have to try when it’s been in your system a little longer. You give them each one last look over, chuckling at the obvious bulges straining against Jimin and Tae’s pants, before sauntering back off in the direction of Hobi’s room.
It takes each of them a moment to unfreeze.
“Y/N WAIT!” You hear, followed by three sets of feet thundering to reach you first.
Chemical Xbyjvante – OK THIS ONE i have read multiple times it is so funny and cute and beautiful, basically Jungkook is whipped for Seokjin who teaches his cooking class and i love it
Here are some of the things I’ve added to my bookmarks in the past few months!
Blue FilterbyGinForInk – there is not a single fic by GinForInk that i dislike and this fic is no exception . sorry for that triple negative but, this is some high quality content. honestly marine biologist Namjoon is such an aesthetic I love it.
Apex predator, apex beatbyRose_gold715 – this is a vampire/human au, honestly everything written by this author makes me feel so many feelings so please give this a try
When Jungkook’s gaze fell back onto his face, Taehyung was looking at him with an expression that he couldn’t place— lips upturned as though he was holding back a warm smile, eyes warm and inviting, drawing him in.
A sudden, strange feeling came up from Jungkook’s chest that said, I want to marry him. His heart raced. He almost said it out loud, but stopped himself. He was being ridiculous. They had only known each other for a few hours, and Jungkook was going home to Korea soon; there was nothing long-term about this, as much as he wanted to pretend that there was. Was it possible that Taehyung felt this strange intensity, too? Maybe, he thought; that look on his face certainly said something.
“Jeon Jungkook,” Taehyung said. It wasn’t an address, or a greeting; it was just his name, infused with something warm and electrifying.
(it’s a paradise) it’s a war zonebyfatal (cumrich) – this is for sure one of my all-time favorites. Like the tension between them is so palpable and it is one of the best and most believable “enemies to lovers” concepts I have read. (i’ve read a lot)
the stars are fallingbypetrichorian – this is an adorable oneshot where Jimin is being sent into space and he and Jungkook still have some things unresolved
I wanted to recap all of my favorite fics that came out this year! It was really hard to choose because I honestly love everything that I’ve bookmarked but here are the ones that made the cut. Keep in mind that these are all memberxmember ships that include various pairings (although certainly some more than others), so if that isn’t your thing look elsewhere!
January
we’ve got chemistreebycygnus (sunsprite) – truly a masterpiece. this is a Jikook fake dating au and I love so many things about it, from the characterization to the sense of humor throughout. I’ve reread this several times and loved it each time
twenty-fourbyfruitily – yoonkook are handcuffed together for a social experiment. The author does such a wonderful job of slowly revealing the backstory throughout and it’s just altogether very solid
inside a sinking feelingbyCaptainButts – I’m literally always here for jinkook and this did not disappoint. Jungkook is part of a group that steals art
Sweet Like SiliconbyGinForInk – THIS FIC. WOW. ok I could not recommend this one more I love everything written by GinForInk but this one is like…up there with my all time faves it’s wonderful.
Unbelievablebymllevangogh – there is not enough quality namjin out there so this is very much appreciated
August
Swamp MagicbyGinForInk – I don’t think this was necessarily posted in 2018 but the most recent updates are QUALITY, honestly the entire thing is quality so if you have not yet read it I would suggest you do so.
golden hourbywhomstisthis – wow. this is namkook where Namjoon is home from college and JK lives across the street
Cowboys Love HorsesbyGinForInk – u know how i said I love GinForInk WELL. this is also an amazing story that I would definitely recommend.
i guess i want too muchbyjonghyunslisterine – I have too many for August but I couldn’t not rec this one. Jimin gets caught up with Jungkook and Yoongi who are kinda-but-not-really brothers
September
A Present for the Presentbyloindexter – basically Yoongi has a v significant response to receiving gifts and Seokjin continues giving him gifts
Fake Sugarbyminverse – i think this is THE fic of 2018. THE fic. minverse has such a wonderful sense of humor and writes characters so poignantly you feel like they right in front of you. This is truly a must-read.
Blue FilterbyGinForInk – yup im just gonna rec every fic by GinForInk bc they are all quality. This one was especially soft and I adore Namjoon as a marine biologist
Summary - You would never expect it really. He’s doting. He’s sweet. He’s hardworking. But he’s forgotten his morals. Suspecting it is one thing, but when he confirms it, will you stay or walk away.
Warning - Cheating(Aftermath);
Word Count - 6.3k
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A/N - Additional Warning - The topics in the following update hit closer to home for some of us than I care to admit. Should the concept of future disbandment be a trigger, I suggest treading carefully.
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‘No, you’re incorrect, you fuck!’ You slammed the damned laptop closed after trying your password three times.
You glared in Jimin’s direction and your hand twitched for the stapler when you heard his loud convulsive laughter from opposite the table.
Instead of following through, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. 'Jiminie,’ you placed a saccharine smile on your face, still not opening your eyes, 'shut the fuckup.’
For the life of you, you couldn’t remember your password. It was muscle memory for the longest time and the desktop showed up on its own some days. But today, when you actually needed to get into the work laptop, you couldn’t remember your password.
'What do you expect me to do, when you react like that. It’s entertaining to me.’
You frowned, but didn’t reply. A part of you was happy you made him laugh, but your more serious side needed to know what your executive assistant was up your ass about. Ria had been blowing up your phone all morning. The woman was supposed to be enjoying her Christmas holidays away from the snow in the bustle of Mumbai and yet, she was texting you at odd hours of the morning to check your mail.
A part of you felt ashamed, being a business owner meant that work didn’t stop and there should always be an open door for communication, but your last few weeks were a whirlwind to say the least and your first baby, your Arem, was being neglected.
The company was still standing, of course, you had the best staff, a loyal right-hand like Ria and a legal and PR team at the ready, but it deserved more attention when the new year kicked off.
'Close your eyes and do it.’ Jimin suggested from his sunk-in position in the office chair. His back was going to hurt later.
'Yeah, if it’s muscle memory, it’ll work.’ Tae backed him up from his position on the couch, at your right, his finger swiping aimlessly on one of his socials.
The soulmates had accompanied you to work, which wouldn’t even be an option if Ria just fucking told you what the issue was. The problem arose when you realized your work email wasn’t signed in on your phone. So work was the next best bet, because your work email was signed onto the work laptop. Usually you’d sync the devices, but it wasn’t working for some reason. And the only device automatically signed in…at work. Hence, your predicament. Technology was a blessing and a curse.
You threw your hands up in the air. 'I’m not usually like this! You know I keep lists and passwords and I know what’s going on.’
Taehyung shrugged. 'Chill, everyone forgets their passwords.’
You caught Jimin’s gaze and he motioned to the laptop with his eyes. Oh yeah. You were supposed to close your eyes and input your password.
Incorrect.
‘Fuck this!’ you pulled out your phone, having no choice but to get in touch with your IT department head.
Y/n [10.31] : Seo-Hyun, apologies for being an inconvenience on your holiday, but can you give me access to my work laptop please.
Seo-Hyun [10.32] : Do you ever take a break? Also, this is the third time this year I’m overriding on a day off. Did you forget again?
Y/n [10.33] : If you double up, I’ll get your department that expensive cappuccino machine you’ve been raving about.
Y/n [10.33] : Please.
Y/n [10.33] : I’ll explain at our annual meeting.
Seo-Hyun [10.34] : Give me a couple of minutes.
Y/n [10.34] : I’ll put the order in ASAP.
‘Are you sure you typed it in right?’ Tae asked, as you drummed your nails on the table in wait.
You nodded, feeling too antsy to reply. Ria was a professional. A cold, calculated, meticulous professional. She wouldn’t push if it wasn’t urgent, but also, if it was that urgent why couldn’t she just tell you.
‘Okay,’ Tae came to stand at your table, ‘how about, close your eyes, and as you feel the distance between the keys, open your eyes and make sure you press the correct one. So one key at a time.’
‘Come on, we’ll do it with you.’ Jimin leaned over the table toward you.
Tae clicked on the spacebar. ‘What’s your password?’
‘AremArc, shift, the first three numbers on the top.’
Tae and Jimin met each other’s eyes and then yours. ‘How the hell are you going to remember that type of password.’
‘It’s always been AremArc,’ you averted your gaze, ‘it was my dad’s, I just added the numbers.’
Sensing the change in your tone, they let the subject drop immediately. In all honesty, you didn’t have an explanation as to why you carried over your dad’s password. It just felt weird to notuse it.
Taehyung moved to cover your eyes with his hand and Jimin pulled your hands forward to hover at the keyboard.
‘Okay, feel it out.’
You rested the front of your wrists directly in front of the spacebar, following Jimin’s words, you typed without thinking.
You knew the Arem had a capital letter, Jimin helped with that, the Arc had another and then Tae held the shift button while you typed in the numbers.
‘Ah, you hesitated!’ Taehyung exclaimed.
Opening your eyes you watched your fingers hover over the numbers. Your ring finger felt right, as it rested on the ‘1’, the middle finger on the ‘2’ but your forefinger was…off. It was curved to match the ‘3’, but you didn’t remember curving the finger. Straightening it out, your forefinger met the ‘4’ and that felt right. A side glance affirmed that Tae still had the shift key down, so you tapped on the ‘4’.
Almost immediately the desktop came into view.
‘Well,’ Tae straightened up and crossed his arms. ‘We see why it was such a mission before.’
‘Thank you,’ You muttered ruefully, trying to hide your smile as Jimin reached over to fistbump his soulmate.
Looking back at your screen, you watched as a mouse moved on the screen of its own accord and a white pop up box requesting the change of your password was ticked. Seo-Hyun’s teamviewer did it’s thing and you panicked for your phone to tell her you got in.
'Check your stuff,’ Jimin reminded you, ‘it’s almost time to leave for the studio.’
'Actually,’ your doors swung open, revealing Seokjin, 'we just decided to crash here.’
One by one, they found a place in your office, as if they’d been here a hundred times and felt right at home.
You raised your eyebrows. 'I don’t recall giving anyone access.’
Unbothered, Jungkook plopped himself next to Tae, who returned to his original seat, Hoseok lounged opposite them, his arms spread wide across the back of the sofa and crossed legs on the table in front of him. Yoongi went to stand by your floor length windows, Jin came to stand by your chair, Namjoon sat on your desk on your right after pressing a light kiss to your hair and Ji-ho, your favorite lawyer, placed his books on your desk, evidently claiming the office chair, next to Jimin.
Your question might imply such, but you were far from annoyed. Your family was allowed in any of your spaces at any time, but you were confused as to how they got in.
During the holiday season, only you and necessary personnel knew the codes to get in and out, unless you trusted someone enough to share them.
None of the band members had codes to your company, not even Namjoon, because business was business. They were idols, a band, your architecture firm was not on their daily route, not even Hoseok and Jin.
Hurudid have access… depending, because it would be futile to not give him a code considering he frequented Arem to update you and he was capable of acquiring any access codes on his own. Why fool yourself and waste either of your time?
The only other person who had access to any location you frequented and reason to make calls and perform actions without clearing it with you was – 'Kenta,’ Jin tapped your chair and answered your statement.
That one word puts you at ease. Kenta would have been subtle. Satisfied with the answer, you leaned back in your leather chair, and rested your elbows on either side, like a lady in wait.
'Why the location change?’ Jimin voiced your next question.
‘I don’t come here often.’ Ji-ho answered, as if that was enough explanation. ‘I love your view, y/n.’ He walked around the office, stopping to scan your shelf, his finger brushing across your Map of the Seven 7 Album before rounding on you. 'Can I visit you anytime?’
Namjoon gave him the side-eye.
Ji-ho played up his serious persona, but even you could see the glint in his eye.‘You know,’ he put both hands in his pockets, blatantly ignoring Namjoon’s gaze, ‘if ever paperwork needs signing… or have a heart to heart or… something.’
‘Okay, let’s cut to the chase.’ Every single member smirked as Namjoon turned fully to Ji-ho who held his hands up in surrender.
Namjoon tried to be playful, you could see a smirk playing at the side of his lips, but it wasn’t genuine.
You could do nothing but shake your head at the situation.
Logically speaking, Ji-ho was a very handsome male, single, in a good job with impeccable financial wit and an open personality, but he would never make a move on you, he was very loyal to Namjoon and friends with him for a long time. But Namjoon, well… he was not logical when you were involved and even banter was a thin-ice sort of thing. Hoseok, Jin, the maknaes, even Yoongi, Namjoon would be fine with alone visits, but despite the deep friendship, Ji-ho was not family, he was not Kenta, and he existed outside the small circle of people Namjoon would trust blindly.
There was a difference with your husband. He loved deep, and he loved in levels. Love was love and trust was trust. Blind, unquestionable trust was a different tier.
Reaching over to lace your fingers through his, he looked down at you, a warm smile gracing his features, but his eyes were hard, serious, slightly protective even.
You were reminded all over again, of how deeply embedded he was in your existence, how there would never and could never be anyone else. The past was the past. It had to be. You had a future to build with this man.
Ji-ho made his way to his seat and placed three different booklets in front of Namjoon. Within those seconds, as a unit, the energy in the room shifted. It could practically be felt, the way the band stood at attention, despite their relaxed stances.
‘Wait!’ Seokjin stopped Ji-ho just as he opened his mouth. 'I brought bubble wrap.’
True enough, Jin pulled out a piece of bubble wrap from his coat pocket.
'Why do you need bubble wrap?’ Ji-ho asked with genuine confusion.
'For y/n.’ Jin passed it over. 'Bubble wrap relaxes her.’
You giddily, made grabby hands and started popping them one by one, quietly and in sequence.
'Okay. So. What does everyone know?’
'Wait, wait,’ Taehyung interrupted Ji-ho, 'Jin hyung, we’ll be using swear words.’
It wasn’t a question and it wasn’t lost on anyone that Taehyung was not asking for permission.
'Since we’re being honest, hyung.’ Jimin came to his soulmate’s aid.
'Namjoon?’ The man in question turned his chin toward the leader.
Your husband looked down at you and you shrugged. Swear words and blunt talk did nothing for you or to you. You preferred it.
Namjoon pressed, 'Are you comfortable with that?’
You assured him. 'I’ve thought worse.’
'And said it.’ Jimin muttered under his breath.
You kicked him under the table and felt satisfaction at his soft 'Ow’.
'Hyung,’ Namjoon addressed his Jin, 'no language barriers since this is an open and honest discussion.’
Seokjin sighed. 'I need bubble wrap too.’
'Okay,’ Ji-ho, started, 'again,’ he looked around the room, searching for any opening mouths and add ons, 'What do we know?’
The answers came fast.
'That Namjoon hyung cheated at a bar sometime in October.’ Jungkook stated.
You didn’t even flinch, neither did Namjoon. Props to both of you. Either it was getting better, you were stronger, or maybe it was because of who stated it, Jungkook held no malice in his tone. He’d just stated a fact.
Smart move. Coming from a hyung, it could have been taken as disappointment, from a maknae, as judgment, but Jungkook was one of the maknaes that provided clarity instead of further confusion. Fact was fact. That’s all it was now. Namjoon had cheated. It was time to move on.
'That the bitch signed two NDAs one of which cannot be used against her and the second has a partial loophole to work with.’ Hoseok looked to be sucking on a sweet in his mouth, the round shape of it being pushed to either cheek when he spoke, 'She also submitted photos via her brother, which we got on video feed from Heeyoung.’
'Maiya makes herself look put together,’ Yoongi has his back turned to everyone, hands in his pockets as he watched the skyline before him, 'but she’s had a hard life, a hard past and despite her job, she makes it look like she comes from money, which we all initially thought, but she’s struggling and she’s taking care of her problematic brother.’
'A brother who was down the wrong path and caught in such, and is still on the run.’ You felt Jin’s hand by your head, on the back of your chair. 'She kept blaming a roommate that she supposedly had and now can’t be found. A bullshit story if we’ve ever heard one.’ Jin derided without humor, 'Why lie if you can’t do it properly?’ He asked no one in particular.
'Her lawyer fell off the face of the earth after leaving a prestigious company and has probably washed her hands of her brother’s case. So,’ Jimin clicked his tongue, 'no way out, no end in sight. A bar, an idol, money, … five seconds of fame.’
'So she’s broke, desperate and sees Namjoon hyung as an opening,’ Taehyung stands up, and walks around Hoseok’s couch, 'she wants to wash her hands off the situation once she signs the NDA and gets her money and payment from the company for keeping her mouth shut, maybe to save her brother to pay that lawyer, or buy a new life altogether…’ he stops next to his Yoongi hyung. 'But then she gets vindictive when we dismiss her. Greedy. Manipulative.’
'But we have y/n’s NDA,’ you felt Namjoon’s pride in you, his tone holding nothing back, 'with an acute connection, but a connection nonetheless, which we enforce.’
And ruin her.
You blinked at the intrusive thought. Blowing out a breath, quickly and quietly so as not to draw any attention from the men beside you, you pushed the negativity away. Yes, you hated her. You wanted to wring her fucking neck, truly and probably go to far. Even then, you might not feel remorse. In reality you weren’t capable of such cruelty, but that didn’t mean you weren’t angry.
'Alright,’ Ji-ho clapped his hand together, 'everyone’s on par.’
He pulled forward one of the booklets and entered lawyer mode. 'Well, let’s not beat around the bush, the brother is going to be taken into custody, we know this. He can’t clear his name. And he’s racked up quite the rap sheet.’ He picked up what looked like a criminal record and scanned it quickly before putting it back. 'Unfortunately,’ he looked up at you and sighed. 'There is nothing that can be done to save him, from what I know, because there are no witnesses on his side, the owner caught him fair and square and the video feed wasn’t working.’
Steepling his fingers, he watched as Yoongi moved to stand behind Jin, leaning casually against the wall, hands still in his pocket.
You understood. Some felt closer to others. Some felt more protective of others. It was why Jin leaned on your office chair, his forearms crossed over the back as he loomed over you. Yoongi behind him.
Hoseok and Jungkook were up and both leaning on the back of a single seater couch, crossed arms, facing you.
'We have to remember that it’s deep in the holiday season.’ The lawyer leaned back in his chair as Taehyung, last to form the protective circle, sat on your desk, his feet on the space of Jimin’s chair. It was a laughable situation. There was enough space, but everyone practically hovered over one another and it felt… right. 'The best I could do from my side was get a signature from our CEO on a written document stating the threat of her being sued and that she could be required to pay’ he reached over to open the second booklet, 'financial damages and related costs, as we have stated.’ He put the page down. Most probably a mock up of her NDA.
'Why can’t things be simple?’ Hoseok rolled his eyes in impatience.
You tilted your head to the side. Your Hobi, lovely Hobi, filled with so much love. The person that would eventually feel the full force of that love, would be truly blessed.
'If only.’ Taehyung derided after his hyungs annoyed statement.
'So now, we just have another pending issue.’ Jin asked pointedly, his arms crossed, making him out to be the hyung with the most business sense and legal knowledge.
'Well, yeah, I can’t call a court in session in the middle of the holiday, hyung, especially one of this magnitude. It’s not like we’re on a remand list. This is new.’ Ji-ho held his own against the oldest irritation. 'This band, even a minor picture, of someone unknown, a random fact that could be taken negatively, would cause uproar. Your fans are… passionate.’
You dropped your face to hide your smile and popped another couple of bubbles slowly.
Internally, you cheered Ji-ho on. The boys were very protective of their ARMY. Rightly so. But being a part of them, having your own hidden stan Twitter, having read Tumblr fanfic and seen reactions first-hand, some of them were borderline problematic and delusional.
The good ones made up for it. Yeah. Some of the soft stans were so loving and pure. Some of the hardstans were the most honest and savage. They made up for it.
'So, I will enforce this as soon as I can, and I will in no way back down, or settle for any sum of money because,’ he looked at you and Namjoon, 'it’s the two of you. Regardless of the shortcomings you see in yourselves, you are two upstanding citizens in society. You, y/n, represent yourself, a progressive female that develops the community and country, and you represent Namjoon, as a backbone of the band, his family and the leader that he is. Namjoon I don’t need to explain to you who you are.
Because of this, a case like this would draw a lot of attention. She would not look good of course, but neither will we.’
You liked how he said 'we’. As a company you would face this. Together.
'The question,’ Ji-ho stood up, and walked to the center of the room, addressing all of you at once, 'will be why are we going so hard, why are we pushing for this.’
'But first,’ he looked at Yoongi, 'What are NDAs?’
The man looked mildly startled, but replied after clearing his throat. 'Non-disclosure agreements.’
'Yes, but what do they stand for.’
'They’re a barrier.’ Namjoon narrowed his eyes, following Ji-ho’s prompting. 'They safeguard, doing their best to keep them in place as well as state consequences of crossing those barriers.’
'Exactly.’ A curl of his lip on one end, and then poker face. 'If we enforce this NDA, the consequences for Maiya Song will already be taking place.’ He motioned with his hands, from one position to another. Moving from one side to the other. You blinked. Like crossing a bridge.
Jin straightened up so fast you felt a draft by the movement. 'Which means there’s no barrier.’
His tone had your eyes widening.
'Which means she can reveal that I cheated.’ Namjoon mimicked his hyungs tone.
The realization was heavy, and caused internal panic to start building within you. Because how the fuck could you be so stupid.
Ji-ho stood in front of your family, unnerved. 'I am here with paperwork that I will get to processing in the new year, and I will take her down. I needed all of you, because I am asking the seven of you… to think about this again.’ You watched his eyes move to each face. 'Because once Namjoon is labeled a cheater, there is significant risk for not only him, but for this band.’
The silence that descended on your family… was deafening.
This was… this was new information. You wanted to laugh. Hysterically so. The bubble wrap discarded on your desk you viewed the small samurai sword set in front of you.
Yoongi had gifted you those. For the longest time, Yoongi kept you at arms length. It was who he was. Because he cared about his band, he cared about his brothers and his music. No one had the right to ruin that.
But here you were, getting justice, for a fucking blowjob, being vindictive, letting them go through with this when the world could turn against them.
They wouldn’t understand. They wouldn’t get it. Namjoon was not a bad person. Namjoon was the best human being. He was so much more than just a leader and a millionaire and an idol. He wove dreams from threads as delicate as spiderwebs, he valued the world around him, his surroundings, his family, his parents and his brothers, his life, his heart, his soul was built on the monumental victories of sharing his feelings, of his words translating onto paper, to create new meanings, to create a safety net that held people to the Earth between life and death.
People needed to see that. People needed to understand. One mistake didn’t undo his rights. And that one mistake couldn’t steal six other futures.
You felt the sting at the edge of your eye. Your throat tightened at the thought of any of their realities being altered.
The mere potential of someone pushing them into early retirement, the alarm that made wee-woo fucking sounds in your brain sounded out at the thought of the band nolo her being a band.
No comeback. No more harmonies and concepts. No tours. No concerts. Separate ways.
You looked up at Namjoon, almost hyperventilating, in his separate lifestyle he’d choose music, composing, mentoring, producing like Yoongi, but none of it, absolutely none of it would go smoothly if he was labeled a cheater.
'Well, we’ve had a good run.’ Jungkook pulled you out of your thoughts.
The last person you expected to say something like that.
'Excuse me?’ You seethed. Clenching your fists to keep from growling at the maknae.
He met your hard stare, unflinching. 'We have.’
'No,’ you stood up and pushed your chair back with enough force to send it backwards. 'Hello. This,’ you pointed at everyone, including him, 'is the band. The fucking band, we are talking about. I don’t need to say the full fucking name for any of you to know what I’m emphasising.’ You felt Namjoon’s hand at your back and closed your eyes to take a deep shuddering breath. Tears spilled out of your eyes. You couldn’t pinpoint why. 'This changes everything, Ji-ho.’
'I can’t believe we didn’t think of this.’ Jin whispered next to you as if you weren’t shouting.
'Realistically speaking,’ Namjoon mumbled, 'as cocky as it may sound, I have pulled in the industry. I would be the known face, and she would be the outsider.’ His voice grew loud. 'Therefore my supposed story is more believable.’
Ji-ho shook his head. 'You’d still be under scrutiny. Everything would change. You would not be the desired, saintlike, grounded, humble male that everyone sees of you.’
'You will hear words like, 'I knew something was wrong with him.“ You scoffed, willing yourself to stop leaking fucking tears when you weren’t crying. Frustration was a helluva bitch.
'Somethingis wrong with me.’ He plastered his body against yours. 'I cheated on my wife. I did the wrong thing. I deserve anything I get for it.’
You attempted to shrug out of his hold as he grabbed a tissue to wipe your cheeks. 'This isn’t just about you.’ Grabbing the tissue from your husband’s hand, you turned back to Ji-ho. 'Don’t do it.’
'Now, y/n,’ he offered you an apologetic smile, 'unfortunately, your say in this, has to be put aside. I need the band’s consent. Management will be on your asses as soon as I get this paperwork to them, you all know this.’
Yoongi pushed off the wall. 'Why does it sound like you’re convincing us to not sue her?’
Was he out of his mind? The most ruthless of the group. The most protective. Was he actually considering going through with this?
'I adore y/n, hyung. But this isn’t just about your band. This is the intent of the message you carry across in your songs, this is the validity of your statements, these are profits, and finance, and stocks. It’s tourism and globalization. This band is not just a band.’
No one could dispute his statement.
'This is a family first, before a band.’ Jin stood tall, taking his place as the solid head of a structure. 'We understand where Ji-ho is coming from. So, everyone… thoughts.’
Taehyung waved his hand. 'Sue the bitch.’
'Y/n deserves justice.’ Jimin didn’t look up, his finger tracing a pattern on Taehyung’s pants.
'Hey now, wait –,’ you protested.
'We’ll survive,’ Hoseok raised his eyebrow at you, 'we can do other things.’
They were being so nonchalant, so agreeable. What the fuck!
Jungkook nodded to Ji-ho. 'Do your thing, hyung.’
'Guys, stop!’ You shouted, but no one seemed to be listening.
'Priorities change.’ Yoongi added. Somehow the two words said so much.
'That’s it!’ You banged the table. 'Are you all crazy? We can’t have anyone knowing exactly what happened.’
'Baby,’ Namjoon soothed, crowding you with his presence, his scent, his hand on your thigh.
He was calling to you so calmly. As if you weren’t in a frenzy, as if the consequences be damned.
You broke out of his hold and walked up to Ji-ho threateningly. 'Fuck that bitch. And fuck her brother and fuck what happened. Whatever. It’s over. She doesn’t have any other leverage, since she handed the pictures. The NDA is still in place to make sure she keeps her cock sucking mouth shut and she has her money.’ You breathed hard as you offloaded on the lawyer who looked taken aback. You didn’t care. You didn’t give a fuck.
Raising a shaky hand, you pointed a threatening finger in his face. 'You will save this band. And you will save my husband. We are not risking this.’ You closed your hand into a fist and turned away, hands on your hips. The emotions churned inside you as you held your head. Feeling a fresh wave of vindication, you whipped back to him. 'Let her go. Let her brother go. Fuck her lawyer and her case. Screw her plans, fuck her life, and fuck her fucking lipstick color, just fuck it!’
Namjoon grabbed your arm and pulled you into his hold before you could say anymore. Shaking like a leaf, you hid in his jacket, in his warmth, wanting to scream at the new developments and downright refusing to accept the end of one of most glorious eras you had ever had the blessing to experience.
You dared not peep at Namjoon. You knew what you would find. Sadness and resignation only, as he held you so close to his heart. His arms around you were so tight, it was as if he wanted to keep you there forever. He started rocking from side to side and kissed your forehead.
'You’re going to court Ji-ho.’
You attempted to push out of his hold, your panic rising again, but he held strong, he held you to him. He was making himself clear, he would be making this decision. He would not listen to you.
'Namjoon,’ you tried shoved at his chest and tried to protest, but it came out muffled.
'No.’ He held strong at your neck and met your eye. 'I’ve wronged you. And you have done enough for me and this family. It’s time for us to show you how much we love you. It’s time for change.’
'ARMY’s –,’
’– will understand.’ Jin completed for you.
You looked above Namjoon’s shoulder blade to see your comfort human offer a sad smile.
You closed your eyes and stopped shoving, burying yourself in Namjoons hold.
'I am human, y/n.’ He sounded like he was reminding himself as much as you. 'And if your true love can accept that, and make sense of it, then my real fans will. If it comes out.’
'Joon, please.’ You whispered into his shoulder.
'Shh,’ he rocked you again. He kissed your forehead again. 'Shh.’
In any other setting, with anyone else, you would never let anyone see what power Namjoon had over you, but you couldn’t care, this time, power dynamics were the least of your problems.
'Unless…’ Yoongi murmured.
Your eyes snapped open to the male behind Jin.
'Unless what?’ Jin voiced your question.
'Namjoon makes a statement instead.’ Yoongi looked behind you, silently asking Ji-ho for his opinion.
'Take the ball completely out of her court.’ A deep respect laced the words that came from behind you.
'No.’ You shook your head stubbornly. 'As admirable and as brave as that is. We’d rather not go that far.’
What was the use? The consequences racing through your mind was for a 'what if’ situation. If Namjoon put out a statement, it would be a sure thing.
Namjoon shifted you back, keeping you at arm’s length. 'You trust me right. Right, y/n?’
'I do.’ The words left your lips, as your fingers dug into his forearm. You were under scrutiny. Such a question, in such a setting, a moment’s hesitation would have been warranted, and it would have made a world of difference.
But the fact that you could answer, as you looked into your husband’s face and held onto his hands, in front of your whole family, without doubt – it was a testament to the strength of the foundation of your marriage.
Namjoon leaned forward, an arm curling around your waist, a thumb and forefinger tipping up your chin. 'Will you leave me,’ he breathed against you, 'when the world thinks bad of me?’
The refutation was instant. 'No!’ Your hands curled into fists on his jacket. 'We’re in this together.’
A slow smirk graced his face and uplifted your heart. He brushed his nose against yours and… you crumbled. Closing your eyes, taking in the feel of him, his unshakeable resolve wafted over you. That easily, the fight was lost to you.
'Ji-ho.’ Your husband lifted his head and said after a moment. 'A statementif things go south.’
'I’ll inform the authorities about her brother. And send the letter thereafter.’
You could feel Ji-ho move, stopping directly behind you. You felt a gentle hand on your hair a second later.
'Sleep with one eye open, Ji-ho.’ You threatened lowly.
Namjoon’s lips twitched.
No one said anything as the lawyer sighed, gathered his stuff and showed himself out.
The ones left, were family only. This was the necessary circle.
Namjoon met his hyungs eyes and then each of the members in turn, a silent message that bared so much understanding, passing between each of them, his knees buckled and you yelped, grabbing a hold of whatever material you could between your fingers as Hoseok and Jungkook caught him and Jimin pushed Ji-ho’s discarded chair under him.
'Joon,’ you whispered in concern as he dropped his head in his hand and covered his eyes with his palm.
You stood next to him, petting his hair, his face near your abdomen. No one said anything.
He finally looked up, after minutes of silence. 'I’m sorry.’
'No.’ The person you least expected, came toward his fellow 94-liner. 'No more apologizing.’
Hoseok looked ready for war. It did everyone good to see that the most optimistic one, was finally on the same page as the leader.
'I don’t know if she will reveal it.’ Jin had a Jungkook attached to his back. You almost smiled, the maknae would go to his comfort place too. 'And if she does there’s no guarantee that our days as a band will come to an end. But we always knew it was numbered.’
'Our ages.’ Yoongi stated, his focus back on the skyline.
'Our schedules.’ Taehyung suggested.
That reason would come from him because he would go into acting full-time.
'Our lives.’ Jimin muttered. His leg up on the chair, the other resting below. 'We can finally have workable, breathable, lives.’
'And we’re adults now. It’s not always going to be hopeful and happy.’ Jungkook reminded everyone. The maknae had to know though, he would always be the baby.
'This could be a real outlook for everyone actually.’ Jin nodded his head as the wheels turned in his head. 'We’ve grown up, so why can’t our message?
In fact, our message only gets carried across as it does, because we’re being true to ourselves. Like what’s happening in our hearts and brains and our lives. It would only make sense to be true to ourselves and our journey by expressing it through our music.’
'We can all express this change through our music.’ Hoseok admitted, following his hyungs train of thought.
'There was a fear before of not being able to date or show significant others or get married because of the fan base and the demographic and the desirability,’ Taehyung looked up, and met Namjoon’s eyes, 'but you took that step hyung, and we are still thriving. We have packed schedules for at least the next two years and plenty of comebacks individually and together. We won’t fall apart yet. And we have time to put ourselves across and build our Plan B.’
'We are allowed to step out of the boundaries they had for us.’ Jin’s determination carried itself across. 'This is life and it will not always be great but we will learn from it. And maybe someone could save their marriage or think differently or remember to forgive when it’s necessary.’
'This band,’ Yoongi finally looked at you, 'is what it is, because we make our own path and take risks. And some of them were worth it.’ Seeing the tumultuous emotions on your face, that you felt inside, he looked away before continuing. 'And besides being a band, we are a family. We want wives. Kids. Lives. Soon.’
'No more running.’ Jimin stated, more to himself.
The wording confused you. Running? From what? From… who?
'I find it easy these days.’ Jungkook said from behind Jin’s back.
'What’s that, Kook?’ Jin asked over his shoulder.
'To not care about anyone’s approval and disapproval.’
Jungkook struggled a lot with himself and his fans. He didn’t want to embarrass anyone or feel embarrassed. Being himself was one thing, but for such a long time, he gave what was asked and showed only what was wanted. To say those words and be confident in himself… it was a feat.
You felt Namjoon’s palm at your back and the side of his face placed at your stomach.
Instantly your brain whipped up one word, 'submission.’
Namjoon, Kim Namjoon, the leader, the idol, the rapper, was holding onto you for strength, in front of his band.
You didn’t push him away. You were slightly confused with his actions. But you would never push him away. He needed comfort. His family was saving him from his own mess. He’d need all the strength you had to offer.
So you settled both your hands in his hair instead. His other arm pulled you closer to him straight after.
'Kook’s right.’ Taehyung reaffirmed his only dongsaeng’s words. 'When was the last time we looked for approval?’
'The only people that matter… are in this room.’ Hoseok crouched low, and Namjoon turned away from you to meet the eyes of his fellow 94 liner. Hoseok swallowed hard before saying his piece. ’'Even when this rain stops, when the clouds go away, I stand here, just the same.”
'Hobi –,’
’Iam here.’ Hoseok touched Namjoon’s knee. 'Your best friend. I will be here through it all. We will do this.’ Once Joon nodded, Hoseok stood up and checked on each member. 'Everyone here needs to remember that there are always second chances, no matter what happens, and with whatever does happen, we can get through it together.’
Head nods, affirmations, high-fives were met all round and you bent forward to place a kiss on Namjoons head.
To others, it would seem dramatic. But to the band, to the ones that had experienced Hoseok and Namjoon first hand, it was a shift.
No one, no one ever, fucked with their family. Even backed into a corner, they would adapt and stay strong, and they would fight, should the need arise.
You always knew this day would come. But for it to be so real and for such a reason…
'Not that this is relevant at all,’ Taehyung lifted his shoulders, as if what he was about to say was no big deal, 'but y/n… what’s wrong with Maiya’s lipstick shade?’
Hey guys! Long time no see. I recently started with penpalling and I’m still looking for 4 more penpals! Send me a message if you’re interested❤❤ I upload my letters on instagram at @asadpandascorner . Follow me if you wonna :).
Genre: smut, fluff, angst, crack, enemies to lovers, Villains!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Teaser Warnings: weapons - daggers & laser swords (*cough like lightsabers cough*), use of restraints, swearing, violence (hand-to-hand combat), fingering, oral sex (f receiving), mentions of squirting, Dior Hobi and Ginger Yoongi are the visuals here
Word Count: 2.9K
Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: Supervillain exes Yoongi and Hoseok are sick and tired of having their plans for world domination wrecked by you, aka Vitality, the world’s most powerful superhero. When fellow villain Jimin suggests a little competition to see who can bring you to your knees, they both eagerly accept. Now the battle is on as both men engage you in fight after fight to see who will conquer you first. Will you finally defeat these two, or will they destroy you - and possibly take each other out in the process?
A/N: It’s finally here! This new series stems from an ask I got back in November from my beloved Bloobs pointing out that red-headed Yoongi in that striped suit at the PTD press conference was 100% sexy evil villain material. That little idea became this Villains!AU.
Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open!
You tug against the restraints, testing their give. There is none.
“Finally, our little dance comes to an end, pretty bird,” Yoongi coos, twirling his dagger, the light from the lamp swinging overhead reflecting off the long blade. “Does that make you sad?”
IT’S HERE IT’S HERE IT’S HERE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Omg the COMEDY!! I love how BAD she is at banter and it’s just so great!!! Mastermind Baby Boss Jimin and bad guys Hobi and Yoongi are fantastic and Namjoon in his rightful place at the end. WHEW.
I am so fucking excited. This is hilarious and madcap and I cannot wait for more!! Thank youuuuuuuuu!!!
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