A/n: Oof i had this in my docs for a while and forgot about it. I’m sorry it took so long! This was requested a while ago by @jeonjamsss.
(Y/n)’s Pov
I pouted and complained about how people thought Jungkook liked me on Yoongi’s lap on the couch,“I don’t know (Y/n)-hyung. Kookie seems pretty into you.” Yoongi said as he ran his hand through my (h/c) hair.
I groaned and buried my head into his stomach and whined, “Noo Gigi, he’s just as attached to me as he is with Jinnie-hyung. In fact, those two seem more in love then what people see with me and him. Plus, he already told me- uh nevermind but as I was saying noooooo not Kookie, my child.”
Yoongi rose an eyebrow from the secret that Jungkook had told me but decided to let it go and continue to pet my head. He paused and moved us to a more comfortable position where we lay face to face with each other. I continued to cuddle and complain to him about anything and everything and he just hummed and listened to me while running his fingers through my hair.
It went on like that for a few minutes before someone bursts through the door, “Hyungs! Do you want to get dinn- Um am I interrupting something?” A confused Taehyung asked with a small head tilt, though there was a hint of a small smile and excitement in his eyes.
Yoongi and I looked at each other with confusion before shaking our heads and got up from the couch, “Why would be interrupting something TaeTae? We were just talking about work? Anyway, what did you need?” I asked with confusion as Yoongi nodded to my words.
Taehyung’s eyes turned to disbelief before groaning and shaking his head. He sighed and put a hand on his forehead, “Look, just- Dinner you both are buying dinner for me and Jungkookie right?” He said with exasperation but ended with a hopeful tone.
I rolled my eyes and held Yoongi’s hand, “ Alright let’s go I guess but with that attitude only Kookie is getting free food.” I sighed and dragged him out the door.
Taehyung looked at our hands before his eyes widened and he whined, “Hyung, me too! Buy food for me too!” He called out from behind and ran to catch up.
Yoongi snickered and mumbled how mean I am. I bickered with him that he’s meaner and we went back and forth with banter while Taehyung kept whining about food and something else that I couldn’t hear as he mumbled under his breath and I was too caught up looking at my crush.
Yoongi snickered at something I said and suddenly threw my hand forward causing me to run into a waiting maknae, “Go to your boyfriend, hyung!” He chuckled as Jungkook looked at us with his wide doe eyes, and a blush.
I flushed in embarrassment before gently pushing Jungkook away and patting his head, “Sorry, Kookie. GiGi is being a jerk again!” I said with a sing song voice.
He and Taehyung both giggled as Yoongi glared at me and we relinked our hands and continued our banter and walk to whatever food place the two youngest talked about.
(Taehyung’s Pov)
Jungkook and I watched as our two hyungs danced around each other, flirting, and denying their feelings for the other. Yoongi-hyung was somehow convinced that (Y/n)- hyung liked Jungkook while (Y/n)- hyung was convinced that Yoongi-hyung just didn’t like him at all which is ridiculous as Jungkook and I watch Yoongi-hyung basically sitting on his lap while he fed (Y/n)- hyung. Truly a disgusting pair of oblivious love struck hyungs, but we stayed quiet as the two giggled and whispered to each other. Jungkook looked at me and we sighed, catching the attention of our hyungs.
“Are your meals alright? Do you need more food?” (Y/n)- hyung asked with slight worry.
I smiled, “Nope! I was trying to digest my food watching you two lovey do-” I said before trying to repress a scream from two people kicking me a little too hard.
I saw my hyungs looking at me with innocent eyes and slight blushes on their faces while Jungkook snickered at me. I glared at him with all my might causing him to full blown laugh.
“So nothing’s wrong right, Taehyung?” Yoong-hyung asked and admitted an aura of death.
I nodded quickly before stuffing my mouth and saying, “Nofing, wrung fere!”
He nodded with a smirk and continued to feed the other snickering hyung. We continued to eat with everyone unfairly teasing me. I wish the two would just get together already.
Timeskip
(Jimin’s Pov)
Jin-hyung and I read through the rolling comments and questions that we answered as we did a Vlive in our hotel room. One comment from a fan caught my eye as it did for others apparently as everyone got on that subject.
‘So like does Suga and (S/n) know they’re boyfriends already or are they still oblivious?’
I chuckled and nodded while Jin-hyung groaned and looked behind him at the two people laying on the bed, cuddling and holding hands, whispering softly together before Jin-hyung called out, “Hey lovebirds! The Army are asking how you both are doing.”
The two blushed and looked away from each other before, shaking their heads, sitting up and softly giggling and started talking about the music their working on, unintentionally finishing each other’s sentences. Jin-hyung rose an eyebrow at the camera causing me to laugh, interrupting the oblivious hyungs.
The two looked at me in confusion as I looked at the camera, “Does that answer the question Army?” I asked and got a bunch of confirmations and pouting emojis.
Jin-hyung and I laughed at the confused noise the other pair gave but when Yoongi-hyung was about to ask it, Jin-hyung beat him to it, “Anyway! We have to go Army! See some of you on Saturday!” He blew a kiss to the camera and we all said bye.
Yoongi-hyung and (Y/n)-hyung looked at us confused for earlier but before either one of them could ask Jin-hyung hoisted Yoongi-hyung up and bid us a good night. Yoongi-hyung resisted for a moment before (Y/n)-hyung patted his head and told him to rest up for practice tomorrow.
When they left, I tackled the (h/c) hair hyung to the bed and laughed as he squawked in surprise. He began giggling and pushed me on my side of the bed before reaching for the light.
I looked at him with curiosity and asked, “Hey hyung?”
He hummed as he settled in the bed and turned towards me.
“Why don’t you confess to Yoongi-hyung?” I asked.
He sputtered in shock, turning red before answering, “Why would I do that?”
I rolled my eyes, “Confess that you like him? You guys make it a little too obvious that you both like each other.” I pointed out.
(Y/n)-hyung blinked, “You think he likes me back?” He wondered.
I groaned, “Well, I don’t see him cuddling the others like you two do on a daily basis.” I said sarcastically earning a small bop on the head from the red hyung.
“First of all, the disrespect.” He said jokingly, with a small smile, “Second of all, he just likes to indulge me just like he lets you and Taetae get away with various things.”
I rose an eyebrow and got my phone and went to a folder named ‘Two dumb in love hyungs’ and pulled the first few photos up and showed him.
“Yeah, but he doesn’t initiate touch like he does with you with us. Also, he always shoos us away when we get too touchy with you or teases you too much. Something he doesn’t do with anyone else, if anything he’ll join in on the teasing.” I said, muttering the last part with a pout.
(Y.n)-hyung looked away from my phone, “Even if what you say is true, if we did start a relationship, the consequences of us fighting would affect the band and-”
I stopped him before he could overthink the situation and grabbed his hand, “But you guys have fights like a couple anyway but you both always find your way back to each other and if you both have a bad fight the others and I will help you both.” I assured him.
He sighed, “I wouldn’t even know where to begin with if I wanted to tell him, Minnie.”
I lit up and sat up texting a group chat named, ‘Suga(S/n) need to get together’, who had everyone in the band except the two oblivious people in the band and told them to get prepared as my side of the plan worked.
I smiled at the confused hyung besides me, “Don’t worry Hyungie, we are going to help you.”
His eyebrows furrowed and asked, “What do you mean “We”-” before getting cut off by the knocking on the door.
I turned on the lights and rushed to open up the door. Everyone in our group chat had rushed to our room to dog pile on the now distressed (Y/n)-hyung to help him plan the perfect confession.
Timeskip
(No one’s Pov)
The crowds cheered as the 8 men as they finished up their concert.
“ARMY! Thank you for joining us today! We love you but before you leave we need to ask you a question!” Namjoon said happily in the mic.
The crowd responded with yells of what and cheers.
“First, I’m going to pair each member up,” he paused and put the members, with each other: Jimin and himself, Jinkook, Vhope, Suga(S/n).
All of them looked excited except the last pair, one confused and one nervous.
“Now, we’ll raise our hands one pair at a time and you all will cheer for which pair will have to do a closing act together.” He announced getting screams and cheers from the army.
First, he and Jimin rose their hands, the army cheered but quietly, the army bombs stayed their white glow. Jinkook and Vhope got the same responses. When Suga(S/n) rose their hands, the Army screamed and their Army bombs started to flash a wave of rainbows.
Yoongi and (Y/n) stepped up to center stage with nervous looks, albeit for two different reasons.
Yoongi whispered to the other, “What are we supposed to do? Our duet song?” He asked confused and got a sheepish grin and small follow along from (Y/n).
(Y/n) turned towards him and dug around in his pocket before fishing out a small box.
“Hey GiGi, remember that time you first met me before I got to officially join the group during the Run album? You were offput and offended that I would be joining late into the band but then started to warm up as I brought you coffee and asked for some help about producing some songs I had made. To be honest, I lied to you when I said I wanted to produce songs and joined BigHit for that.” (Y/n) said with nervousness.
Yoongi looked surprised and confused but said nothing as the other continued, fiddling with the box, “While I was brought in because of it, I originally wanted to just sing and perform on stage but as soon as I heard your songs and then I would be joining your band, I wanted to impress you so I took up producing and changed my focus. I did it all because I liked your songs and when I got to meet you, it was because I started to really like you, so much more than anyone I’ve ever met,” (Y/n) open the box to reveal a black bracelet with small a small aquamarine in the middle, “Did I impress you GiGi?”
The silent male’s eyes soften and he smiled with small tears gathering in his eyes. Yoongi wiped his eyes, and took the bracelet and examined it while (Y/n) looked at him with anticipation.
“Honestly, when you first came with your songs I thought they were shit,” He finally said and quickly continued with a smile and put on the bracelet, ignoring the crestfallen face of the elder “but you got better the more you worked on them, while your songs didn’t impress me all too well. Your persistence to talk to someone who gave you the cold shoulder, and get them to love you was something else.”
He smiled fondly as (Y/n)’s face processed his words and lit up, “You love me?” (Y/n) happily asked quietly.
He chuckled, and nodded. (Y/n) teared up and jumped at Yoongi to hug him, surprising him and barely preventing them both from falling. Loud cheers were heard from the once quiet crowd and the rest of the band.
(Y/n) pulled away a bit and said, “I love you too.” before smashing their lips together causing everyone to scream for them and cheer their ship name out loud, while their duet song blasted in the stadium.
They pulled away and rested their foreheads together, smiling at each other with the love they’ve always had with each other before turning towards the crowd and start waving with the other members goodbye to the army and together, they walked off the darkening stage hand in hand.
Request: fluff: Friend group travelling (wherever inspires you most! I’m thinking someplace like Hawai where they visit secret beaches and stuff! Site-seeing in the city could also be interesting!). Jimin and and OC know eachother through friends. OC is independent and not TOO into the whole adventuring deal but does it to enjoy some quality time with her friends. Jimin is flirty and playful and makes the trip all the more interesting for her. (I don’t know how you want to set it up but maybe two friends are dating and they invite their two seperate friend groups on this trip to meet. Or maybe it’s a wedding and OC is a bridesmaid? Anything works honestly!) - @silviasgotyourback
Description: You’re not too keen on…you know…risk-taking. In fact, it scares you to your core. But when your close friend Kim Namjoon gets in your head, you agree to a crazy trip to Fiji with him and his pals. But what happens when one of those pals – specifically Park Jimin – sweeps you off your feet not only figuratively, but literally?
A/N: Wow what a long break I’ve taken haha! But I’m back (kinda) to post some one shots (slowly)! I’ve been working really hard on my graduate school writing sample and auto statements, and I’ve just started my senior year of college AND started a new job so I’ve been incredibly busy! I apologize nonetheless for my absence. It’s felt horrible being away. Very guilty lol. Anyway, thank you my dear for requesting and for being so so so SO patient with me. I hope you like the result!
Also, if you want to follow me on Twitter please do so! My handle is @/nirvana_namu. I would post a link, but rumor has it Tumblr killed links and I’m not taking any chances.
- Mercury
You’re not sure why you agreed to this.
Standing at the tippy top of a mountain, looking out over the entire surf as it roils in the golden island sun, you watch your best friend get strapped into a harness with a laugh that echoes through the humid air. His gaze is focused downward, along the slope of treetops leading to the water. A zipline. A really steep, really fast one. One of the longest in the world! Namjoon had proclaimed with no small measure of wonder in his round eyes before you’d boarded the plane side by side only a day prior. If you weren’t so scared, you’d want to paint it.
You really don’t know why you agreed to do any of this.
The vested employee adjusts the straps secured around Namjoon’s hips, tugs them once or twice — not nearly enough by your standards — and mumbles something unintelligible into the receiver of a walkie-talkie. Enveloped in greenery, Namjoon pauses to turn and look at you and, upon snagging your eyes, offers a big, stupid, dimpled grin. He waves one hand over his head at you as you wait to be loaded into the next harness. And it looks like his eyes are squinted against the sun, but really they’re squinted from the sheer force of his joy. A joy too big to be contained in a smile alone.
That’s exactly why, you think to yourself with a grimace as you shamble forward along the worn footpath, second-to-last in line, arms crossed over your torso as if they can protect you from whatever fresh hell Namjoon’s planned out.
The employee pats Namjoon’s bare shoulder before releasing him and sending him speeding down the swaying cable with a scream so loud it pierces your ears. His body falls out of sight for a frozen millisecond before the cable gives a mighty bounce and his head reappears, bobbing up and down as he slides toward the bottom. You wince, more out of fear than discomfort, and pause to peek over the edge of the loading platform, following the line of the cable all the way to the bottom. Your heart races as your eyes trace the dense tree line, seemingly endless, and the sheer drop that had claimed Namjoon just seconds before.
And that’s when, as you sweep your twitching gaze out behind you, you lock eyes with Park Jimin. Standing behind you, the very last of the group to depart down the cliffside, his lips are quirked into a smirk that reads cocky and his brows are raised, unyielding eyes stuck on you like tree sap. Of all people to be stuck with on the top of a mountain…
Your face goes hot and your spine stiffens by a few degrees. You stare back at him, trying to discern any measure of fear in his smiling expression, his half-exposed teeth, his rosy cheeks, his teasing brown eyes. But instead all you see is, as usual, a perfect facade of composure.
Well, that and a sinfully handsome face.
He saunters up beside you, scans you from head to toe, and hums a little. “Nervous?” he asks, as if he doesn’t already know.
You clear your throat, fan yourself with your hand as a futile defense against the jungle heat, and nod your head once. “Mm.”
Upon hearing your response, Jimin’s demeanor shifts a little. He uncrosses his arms and his smirk slips, brows raising. He leans closer to examine your face and you avert your gaze, heart hammering. “Whoa, you’re actually spooked, huh,” he remarks before glancing around the platform. “Shit, I don’t think the guide’s gonna let you turn back now.”
You’d expected him to make fun of you, perhaps laugh at your weak constitution. But this…
This is new.
Though well-meaning, Jimin’s words serve only to set your palms sweating and your heart racing faster. Your throat feels a little funny, tight like asthma. You shift your weight from foot to foot. “I-It’s fine,” you mumble, sliding past him as the employee beckons you forward with a lazy wave. “I’ll just…do it.”
Jimin hangs close behind you as the employee begins strapping you in, not sparing even a single word for you. “Hey, uh, my friend’s a little nervous,” Jimin says lowly to the young man working on hooking the harness around your hip. He glances up to meet your eyes before looking toward Jimin. “Any way you can, like, go gentle or something?” Jimin offers a convincing smile, the kind of grin that could get anyone to do anything.
The employee surprises you by releasing a puffy laugh and straightening to his full height, pausing to pat the dust off the backs of his legs. He chuckles and pats your back. “I can’t control the cable,” he says, then pauses for a moment to think. “But…,” he continues as Jimin turns pleading eyes his way, “if you’re feeling really nervous, I’ve heard it helps to shut your eyes and count to ten. Like, tell yourself you’re definitely gonna do it once you reach ten and just…go.”
You swallow hard and inhale sharply through your nose. “Alright,” you say, but his words have fled from your brain as soon as they’d been uttered. Your voice is shaky. Almost as shaky as your hands as you raise them to grip the straps of your harness.
Have you always had such a strong grip?
Your brain goes a little fuzzy, looking out over the precipice on which you stand, unsteady feet and rushing pulse. It’s dizzying. Like the world is spinning, but you’re not spinning with it. Or perhaps you’re spinning and it’s the world that’s gone still. Either way, the stretch of trees extending far beyond the tips of your hiking boots looks like it’s swaying on an axis, and each blink tilts the view some different way. You wonder if you’re breathing enough, or maybe too much, because your head is spinning. Like when you stand up too quickly after sitting for a while. You wonder if you’ll pass out before you reach the bottom.
If you reach the bottom.
Jesus, you hadn’t even considered the possibility of this stupid cable snapping. It doesn’t look too stable, upon closer inspection. Bouncing in the breeze. And as the employee finishes strapping you in, you pause for a moment to move your legs about and find, to your horror, that the straps are slightly loose.
Oh God.
You’re gonna throw up.
“Hey,” says a soft voice from beside you.
You feel a warm hand slide along the skin of your upper back, resting to cup your shoulder. Slowly, you turn your toward Jimin, standing with one arm wrapped around you and the other braced on his own knee so he can level his eyes with yours. He’s smiling a little. A different one this time, a soft one. The wind blows his dark hair from his eyes and carries the scent of his cologne. Somehow, you feel yourself relax a little against his side.
“It’s gonna be okay, alright?” he asks gently, and this is an entirely new Park Jimin to you. A tender young man with kind eyes. He smiles again and gives your shoulder a squeeze. “I’m right behind you.”
And for some reason, that comforts you. You don’t have time to dissect it however, as the employee takes up your other side and raises his brows, asking silently if you’re ready to go. Of course, you aren’t. How can you be? But again, Jimin squeezes your shoulder and seizes your attention with another smile, this one turning his eyes to crescents as he nods his head.
“Um…yeah,” you say, taking a moment to focus on your breath.
“Remember,” says Jimin as he steps away from you. “Count to ten, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, shutting your eyes.
One.
You’re gonna do it.
Two.
On ten, you’re just gonna go.
Three.
It’ll be fine.
Four.
Joon did it, and he’s fine.
Five.
And Tae before him, and that guy Jimin brought.
Six.
Nobody’s died yet.
Seven.
You can do it too.
Eight.
And even if I’m scared, at least you’re not alone up here.
Nine.
Jimin’s right behind you.
Ten.
Your scream rips through the valley below.
And, seconds later, so does your unfettered laughter.
You met Park Jimin on the worst day of your life a month ago. Freshly laid off from your job as a financial analyst — a job which Namjoon disliked from the start —, and disappointed by a string of bad dates after a catastrophic breakup, you’d agreed to meet up with a few college friends for a drink at your local stomping ground. You’d found Jimin sitting in the middle of a smoky bar with a girl on one arm and a guy on the other. Gross, was all you’d thought in passing. You’d paid him little mind, too busy wallowing in your own self pity to think too hard about any one thing, but it seemed he was incessant on grabbing your attention by any means necessary.
You’d sidled up to the bar, awaiting Namjoon’s I’m here text, and had only just ordered your drink when the strange young man with the unusually bright smile took up the space beside you. Now alone, he offered you a grin and his hand for you to shake. For a few seconds, you only stared at his outstretched palm. At the lines cutting across it. What was that long line called? The life line?
Eventually, however, you realized he wasn’t going anywhere, planted firmly in the wobbly barstool to your right, and you relented with a handshake. But that wasn’t what this stranger was after. He yanked you just a little once your hands connected.
“Hey, honey!” he said as he pulled you in toward his chest, sweeping you up in a tight, firm hug that knocked the wind from your lungs.
You were neither playful enough nor drunk enough to reciprocate and instead sat there stiffly, arms pressed against your sides as the stranger with the cute face hugged you close. Over his shoulder, you locked eyes with the girl who’d previously ornamented his left arm, watching you keenly, and it didn’t take you long to understand what was going on.
“Dodging an ex?” you whispered without moving your lips too much.
You felt a wave of shivers trace up your spine and it only took you a few seconds to realize why. It was just the sort of thing you imagined Hanseul doing if he ever bumped into you…
He chuckled. “Two, actually,” he responded as the young man he’d been entertaining also lifted his eyes from his drink to give you a once-over.
You sighed. “You’d better be buying my drink,” was all you said as the two of you broke away.
He’d laughed — that melodic sort of laugh that made you feel a little floaty — and rubbed your shoulder with a grin. “I’ll buy you twenty,” he joked, sliding the bartender a bill as he returned with your cocktail.
“So how’d you manage to get caught up with two exes at once?” you asked, nursing your glass.
He rubbed his jaw and shook his head, smiling at the bar table before him. “They were friends to begin with,” he said. And when you said nothing, only recoiled slightly, he met your eyes with a bright laugh. “C’mon don’t give me that look!”
You cleared your throat, turned away, and worked your straw between your teeth. “I dunno, sounds like maybe you brought it on yourself then,” you said, taking a healthy sip.
The stranger laughed again — more like a disbelieving scoff — and adjusted one of the several rings on his slender fingers. “Well I didn’t ask the two of them to come out tonight,” he said with a shrug. “And besides, neither of them looked unhappy to see me.”
“Ugh,” you mumbled, eyeing him sidelong as he chuckled.
He smirked and leaned across the bar toward you. “What?” he asked, and something about the heavy-lidded look he gave you, the simmering something in his eyes, made your pulse quicken. He rested his cheek in his hand and cocked his head to the side, now close enough to smell a whiff of his cologne. “You think I’m a bad guy?”
You swallowed hard before downing the rest of your drink and slamming the glass back on the bar. You waved the bartender over and pointed to the empty glass. Wordlessly, he began fixing you a replacement. You peeked back at the guy to find him smiling at you, musing perhaps, with the strangest mix of curiosity and pity in his expression.
You were definitely going to need another drink.
“Do good guys usually do stuff like that?” you asked, watching the bartender as he shook your drink around his metal tumbler.
He chuckled. “Can goodness be quantified by things like who we date?” he asked.
You stiffened. “Not by who you date,” you continued, shaking your head as memories of your own ex resurfaced. “But who you hurt, sure.”
He rolled his eyes, swiveling in his barstool to look at you head on. “Why’s it my fault who gets hurt?” he asked.
You cocked a brow. “You…can’t be serious…” But from the expression he wore you were certain that he was indeed quite serious.
He shrugged. “It’s not my intention to hurt someone, so why do I have to take responsibility if they get hurt?” he asked, then smirked and gave your thigh a nudge with his knee. “The way I see it, if you get hurt you’re the one whose expectations were too high.”
“That’s gross,” you said, inching away. You were inclined to simply leave, abandon this conversation and the bar at large and call it a night. But the bartender wasn’t finished with your drink and you weren’t about to piss him off. Not on a day like today. “If you’re dating someone, you’re committing to them.”
“What about polyamorous people?” he countered with a smug grin.
You rolled your eyes. “I’m not talking about polyamorous people. I’m talking about monogamy.”
“But why does everyone expect monogamy?” asked Jimin, tossing his hands up in the air with a breathy laugh. “Anyway, I always make it clear from the start that I’m not the kind of person who wants to be…well, you know…,” he started, then furrowed his brow and waved his hand. “Like, in a relationship.”
You sighed, nodded your thanks to the bartender as he slid you your drink, and watched as Jimin again offered cash in return. “And that’s fine, but you can’t expect someone to stick around and be okay with that.” You rubbed your temples as memories swirled together. “Be okay with half of you.”
If you really loved me, you’d understand that I could have any person in the world and you’d still be my number one!
Scumbag.
This gave him pause and, slowly, he shifted his eyes your way once more, scanning you. “Half of me?”
You nodded and downed a gulp of your drink with a wince. “Giving half is fine if the other person is giving half too. If you both only expect half,” you began, then ran your hands along your neck. Your skin was feverish, alcohol making your head light. “But if one person wants more, it’s not fair to string them along.”
He stared at you gravely, eyes hard and jaw set, and furrowed his brow. “That’s too old-school,” he said.
You huffed and crossed your arms. “It’s not old-school!” you said, wagging a finger at him. “It’s about respecting the other person enough to let them go when you realize you can’t be what they need.”
He pouted a little and rolled his eyes. “You sound ancient,” he said, then paused to give you a knowing smirk. “Wait, don’t tell me,” he began, scooting closer with a conspiratorial look. “You were scorned by your ex. Like…I dunno, like they cheated or something. Broke your heart, ruined your trust, blah, blah, blah. And now you’ve got this vendetta or something because you got hurt.” He grinned and wiggled his brows.
You stiffened, eyes wide, and stared at him. “I…,” you began.
He laughed from his gut and nodded. “Ah, nailed it, didn’t I?” he asked.
There was a cruel edge to his teasing, an ill-intentioned bite that felt like it was made to injure. You couldn’t quite put your finger on why, but you knew you felt it in that hazy bar, surrounded by throngs of people gathered here and there, enveloped in smoke and conversation. But like a heat-seeking missile, it seemed his words were engineered to uncover the softest parts of you and destroy them.
Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was something else, but your eyes welled with tears and your throat constricted. You stared at him, this stranger who had pegged you without err, and felt the weight of your frustrations pressing down on the tops of your shoulders like sandbags. And as he perceived the shift in your expression, his own face changed from a cold sort of scrutiny to a round-eyed concern that washed away all evidence of his previous behavior.
“Oh shit,” he said, standing up and blocking your face from view. You felt a few hot tears spilling over and were quick to wipe them, but the humiliation was there on display whether you cried or not.
He’d gotten you.
Luckily for you, Namjoon’s timing had been particularly impeccable that day and he’d barreled into the bar with a lopsided grin and clapped both you and the stranger on the backs, Taehyung and Yoongi sauntering behind him. You’d startled a bit, jumping slightly at his approach, but once again luckily — or perhaps unluckily — Namjoon seemed to have little regard for the poor mood he’d stepped into and didn’t seem to notice your glassy eyes as you buried your nose in your drink.
“Well jeez, look at you two already getting acquainted!” Namjoon exclaimed with a big laugh.
You paused your sipping for a moment to slide only your eyes up toward your friend. “Huh?”
He blinked down at you, one hand still clamped onto the stranger’s shoulder, and raised his brows. “Didn’t I tell you I was inviting some work friends?”
You spat your drink, sending droplets of sweet alcohol splattering across the bar. Quick to right yourself, you faced Namjoon properly and, sputtering, replied, “Him?”
Namjoon laughed and rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me you guys didn’t introduce yourselves,” he said, adding theatrics to his heavy sigh. “This is Park Jimin. That choreographer I’ve been telling you about? He’s coming with us to Fiji.”
Still coughing up the remains of your rum and Coke, you pat your chest. This was the kind-hearted dance major wunderkind who dazzled everyone at Namjoon’s entertainment company? This was the kid who, at the age of twenty-four, had more accolades than both his predecessors combined? This was the guy who befriended all the trainees and brought them sports drinks during long days of practice?
This was the guy you were going to spend two weeks with on an island in the middle of the Pacific?
Namjoon, standing between the two of you, moved to taste your drink and as he leaned forward you locked eyes with the acclaimed young choreographer over the plane of his back. Park Jimin stared at you with wide eyes and lips parted as if to speak. But even after Namjoon had straightened up and begun complaining about your drink order, Park Jimin, still with mouth agape, said nothing.
And so, as you go ripping through the jungle on a wobbling cable, screaming and laughing and crying just a little, you wonder how exactly that very same Park Jimin is the one who comforted you into taking this leap of faith. Below your dangling feet is a patchwork of different greens, all bleeding into a motion blur as your body is propelled down toward the bottom platform. As you slide along, you can just see Namjoon’s figure, reduced to a small silhouette amongst the trees, as he stands waving like mad at the edge of the platform. Laughing, you shoot both hands above your head and wave them around, causing you to sway on the cable. Startled, you quickly return your hands to gripping the straps near your chest.
You feel like a bullet whizzing through humid air and then, all at once, friction takes hold once more and you seize, eyes squeezing shut from the whiplash, head throbbing just a little, suspended over the platform. You are greeted by a chorus of applause and hollers of encouragement as the employee begins the process of disconnecting you from your harness and, as your feet land stiffly on the concrete slab, you lift wild eyes to meet Namjoon’s. You find him still with that grin plastered across his face, hair windswept, shirt askew.
“Wow!” is all you can say as the group laughs.
Namjoon smiles and claps your shoulder. “Right?” he asks and you can only nod and turn your eyes back up toward the cliff from which you’d descended.
Now far too distant to discern amongst the foliage, the loading platform sits somewhere lost in green. And, without meaning to, your mind wanders back to Park Jimin and you wonder idly if he’s counting to ten.
Sunset drenches the island as you lounge on the warm sand, leaning back on your elbows with eyes half-shut as you gaze out at the glittering ocean touching the horizon line. The sky is darkening by degrees, with vibrant reds and oranges spreading like watercolor into the navy blue edges. And for a blissful moment, you’re alone with it. Alone with the profound. And you’re not thinking about the new job you’d taken, or the text messages Hanseul left you this morning, or the bills you know you’ve got to pay soon. You’re not thinking about anything.
It’s beautiful.
Of course, it’d be more beautiful with a pina colada, but you don’t let your mind linger there too long. After all, Namjoon said this trip was supposed to be about adventure and ‘finding yourself’. You aren’t sure how much of yourself you can really find at the bottom of a fruity drink.
Namjoon invited you on this trip a year ago. He’d done it in typical Namjoon fashion: calling you up at two in the morning and rambling incoherently for a while before eventually getting to the point. You’d become so used to his pipe dreams that you’d half expected this plan to fall through like the others. The second the words left his lips, you’d rolled your eyes.
“What I’m saying is,” he began, breathless over the phone, as you push yourself up onto your bottom, bed sinking beneath you, “let’s go to Fiji.”
“Joon…,” you groaned. “Please, I have work tomorrow-,”
“Listen, fuck your job,” he said and you could practically see him waving his hands like a man gone mad. “This is important. Like…might be the most important thing we’ve ever done together, you know?”
“Where is this even coming from?” you asked, stifling a yawn. You glanced out your window and saw the city painted black, pinpricks of yellow office building lights.
He sighed. “I was looking up tropical music for this new song I’m working on for the trainees and I stumbled upon this incredible video about Fiji.”
“Like a generic white girl vlog?” you asked with a laugh, but Namjoon seemed deathly serious as he remained silent. You paused a moment. “Wait, you’re like…for real with this, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, of course.” He was quiet. “I just…I dunno…I guess, while we’re still young enough to do it, I wanna experience something incredible. While we still can. While things are still like this.”
“What do you mean?” You raised a hand to open your window, let in some cool night air, but as you jammed your hand along the pane, the thing only rattled dumbly in response. You huffed, focused.
“I mean life is transient and nothing’s guaranteed,” he said. “Who knows who we’ll be tomorrow, you know? Who knows how long these moments will last?”
You stilled for a moment, staring out your closed window, hand still poised to force it open. You glanced over your shoulder at your tiny apartment — clothes strewn over every piece of furniture, easel gathering dust in the corner of your living room, unused for the better part of a year, paintings still unhung propped against walls on the floor — and couldn’t help but sigh. As silver moonlight filtered in through your curtains, you felt an unfamiliar tug in your chest. A longing that didn’t make sense.
You had the job, the boyfriend, the social life…
You had it all.
But why did Namjoon’s words make you feel so hollow?
And before you even realized what you were doing, you replied, “How much is it gonna cost?”
“What’re you thinking about?” asks a soft voice from beside you.
Startled, you scramble slightly, sending a spray of sand flying through the air. You sputter a little, having inhaled too quickly for your lungs to handle, and squint against the golden sun. But as you settle enough to face the person beside you, you’re surprised to see it’s Jimin. Sunset drenches the expanse of shoreline, catches in the ends of his black hair, outlines the side of his rosy cheek as he gives you an easy smile.
You raise your brows. “Hm?”
He chuckles, rubs the back of his neck, and shrugs as he digs the heels of his hands into the sand, leans back on them. “Just…looked pensive.”
“Pensive…,” you repeat, mulling it over. You purse your lips. “I guess just…thinking about this trip.”
“What about it?”
“Just…why I even bothered coming,” you begin, then chuckled and eyed him sidelong. “You saw how I was today. The whole…adventure thing isn’t really my scene.”
He smiles, revealing on closer inspection one charming crooked tooth, and tilts his head to the side. “What do you mean? You looked like you were having the time of your life!” he says, nudging you with his elbow.
You smile at your knees, now pulled toward your chest, and sigh. “Thanks for saying that, but you know I was a mess.”
He pouts a little. “You weren’t.”
Glancing his way, you find him with furrowed brows staring distantly at the ocean. “Mm…,” you mumble in response.
He sighs. “You were scared,” he begins, then shrugs. “But you did it anyway. What’s so bad about that?”
You sense that he’s perhaps talking about something else while talking about you. Like he’s saying two things at once. But you don’t bother prying. Instead, you simply sigh and join him staring at the surf.
“It’s beautiful, huh?” you remark as the two of you sit side by side. And there’s a gentle sort of quiet between you, one you never expected to share with someone like Jimin.
But somehow, here he is. And looking at him as he watches the waves splash forward and recede, you can’t help but feel a little guilty for your attitude towards him. Guilty for the dread you’d felt as you boarded the plane behind him. Guilty for the scowl you’d worn as he walked beside you on the trail up to the zipline today. Guilty for the complaints you’d aired to Namjoon about him.
“Yeah,” he says with a pleasant, lazy smile.
Birdsongs welcome you to the fresh island morning. Lazily, you roll onto your side and peel your eyes open, straining against the sunlight pouring in through your ocean-facing windows. You yawn, pushing yourself up onto your bottom to stretch sore arms above your head. You twist your torso this way and that, crack your knuckles, point your toes as you extend your legs before you. The room is filled with bright morning light, all hardwood floors and tapestries on the walls. You glance around your bedroom – one of eight private rooms in this massive Airbnb – and realize with a start that this is the first morning in years that you haven’t immediately grabbed for your phone to check for work emails.
You expect, perhaps, to be unnerved by this. This lack of structure, lack of organization.
But, perhaps more unsettlingly, you are…
Surprisingly calm.
You shake your head and pad on bare feet into the bathroom beside your room. As you brush your teeth, you lock sleepy eyes with your reflection and can’t help but crack a little smile. For the first time in a long time, you look like you’ve had a proper night’s sleep.
You emerge in the living room a few moments later to find Taehyung – Namjoon’s stylist friend – and Seokjin – Namjoon’s actor friend – still sleeping on the couch, the TV still droning on as they’d likely forgotten to turn it off. And, standing in the kitchen by himself nursing a cup of coffee and a calm smile, is Namjoon. He’s caught a bit of a tan, glowing in the gentle sunlight, and his eyes are warm and fond as he looks out across the living room at his friends.
As quietly as you can manage, you maneuver around the sleeping boys and take a place beside Namjoon, resting a hip against the marble counter. “Morning,” he says softly.
You nod once. “Morning,” you repeat, and hold your hand out for his mug of coffee, wiggling your eager fingers. He chuckles and relents without much fight, offering the handle to you carefully. You take a warm, welcome sip and sigh. “How’d you sleep?” you ask.
He hums a little and adjusts the sleeve of his loose tee. “So tired I didn’t even dream,” he says with a laugh.
Smiling you reply, “Me either.”
He eyes you with a knowing smile and squints a little. Like he’s teasing you. “You like it here, don’t you?” he asks.
You roll your eyes and give his shoulder a healthy shove. He laughs in response, but says nothing more as you sweep your gaze out toward the wall of windows leading down to the beach. It’s immaculate in the morning time. Not a single silhouette dots the shoreline, only fishing boats just beyond the surf. Tourists are still asleep, you reckon, and you feel a little proud to not be one of them sleeping away the most beautiful hours of the day. You can see faint traces of clouds ringing the horizon, and the pastel yellows of sunrise giving way to the azure blue sky.
“It’s…really nice,” you admit with a nod, sipping the coffee once more. And, without meaning to, you think of Jimin yesterday. His hand on your shoulder, his comforting words reminding you to ground yourself before you floated away. “Yeah…,” you add, concealing an unintended smile.
Namjoon, however, has always been the smarter one out of the two of you and, predictably, he catches this shift in your expression and turns to you head on with raised brows. “Whoa!” he remarks with a grin. He points to your face with his index finger. “Look at that!”
You swat his hand away with a laugh and roll your eyes. “Lay off, alright? I’m having a good time. Isn’t that the whole point?”
He chuckles and sighs as he rests once more beside you. Gently, he lifts a hand to softly pat the top of your head. You’re certain your shock registers plainly on your face as he pats again. “I’m proud of you,” he says.
And in the simplest of phrases, he’s managed to pluck something profound from inside of you. You don’t need to ask to know precisely what he means.
Why does it make you want to cry?
“Morning,” says a quiet voice from behind Namjoon and, leaning slightly so you can see around your friend’s broad chest, you notice Jimin standing there and can’t help but smile.
He glances between Namjoon and you for a few seconds, brows lifted as if in question, before Namjoon clears his throat and wordlessly excuses himself, snatching his coffee on his way back into the living room where he begins rallying the boys awake.
You sigh, running a finger along the countertop’s perfect edge. “What’s on the agenda for today?” asks Jimin as he settles beside you.
You pause to think. “Um…,” you begin, tapping your lips with your fingers. “I think…,” you continue, musing as you begin to work your lower lip between your index finger and thumb. “Something about ATVs.”
But before you’ve even finished your sentence, Jimin has seized your hand in his and is now standing so close you can smell the scent of his detergent wafting up from his pajama shirt. He stares down at you with heavy-lidded eyes and a smirk, gaze flashing around your face before landing on your lips as he pulls both your hands down toward your shoulder. Your heart begins to race, eyes wide, skin hot where his fingers touch yours, and you swallow hard as he chuckles a few times, his breath fanning out across your warm face.
“Sorry,” he says, voice low and breathy. “It was distracting.” He then drops your hand and swivels on his heel, back toward the hallway from which he’d come. He pauses, however, to shoot you a wink over his shoulder. “Hard to focus when you do that,” he says, tapping his own plump lower lip with his fingertip before offering a wave and meandering down the hall.
And you stand there dumb, heart pounding so loud you can’t hear the crashing waves just outside the window.
You were shocked when you found out Hanseul had been messing around behind your back. Gutted, really. If it hadn’t been for Hanseul leaving his Instagram logged on to your phone, you’d probably never have found out to begin with. He’d always been that sort of guy, though.
Reckless.
And how very cliche, you’d thought as you read through months of exchanged messages, that he’d exchanged you like a used car for a newer model once he’d gotten tired of you. You dragged your finger almost lazily across the screen, brows raised as you rested on your couch, reruns of The Office blending into background noise. And where perhaps you’d expected hurt and resentment, you found only a grim acceptance.
Of course, you thought to yourself with a strange chuckle as you read the most recent message. A sappy sort of love IM that made your stomach churn. Riddled with sentimentality and grand platitudes, the messages reminded you of the ones you’d exchanged with Hanseul in the beginning. The ones that made you hopeful. Of course.
Somewhere amongst that grim acceptance, however, was something you didn’t expect. Something primal. A sort of fear that had no name.
Fear, perhaps, of the implications.
Fear of all the things that would have to change, all the comforts you’d known for years chipping away like old paint left on the wall too long.
And so, like a house of cards, your world shook and crumbled mightily down to its very foundation.
You’re slack-jawed as you stare at the row of ATVs standing equidistant before you. Eight identical machines pointed down the rolling hills behind you. An instructor standing with a grin and hands on her hips as she watches you scan the locomotives with your eyes wide and round. Beside you is Namjoon, smiling too broadly for his face to accommodate, with Seokjin and Taehyung drowsily fighting yawns. Jimin stands on your other side, arms crossed as he smirks at the ATVs like he’s done it all and seen it all before. His friend Jungkook is practically vibrating with anticipation, and Hoseok – another choreographer from the company – stands whispering in low tones with Yoongi, the young PD Namjoon never stops talking about.
The imposing green trees sway in the breeze around you: all potential threats as your group nears the line of ATVs. You wonder just how long you can manage on one of the things before hitting one of those tall waving trees. Anxiously, you glance over your shoulder at the hills extending as far as you can see. More possibilities for horrific injury.
As you tromp through the yielding sand underfoot, you feel someone step closer to you and you don’t need to lift your eyes from your boots to know who it is.
“You know, if you’re scared-,” Namjoon begins, but you silence him with a look, gaze severe.
He raises his hands in surrender before chuckling and patting your shoulder. He says nothing more as he swerves around you to hook his elbow around Taehyung’s neck. The two, laughing, continue toward the row of ATVs. Taking a moment to manage your breath, you press your palm against the rubber handle. You shut your eyes.
One.
You’re getting on this fucking ATV.
Two.
You’ve come this far, you can’t chicken out now.
Three.
You always chicken out.
Four.
When was the last time you did something that scared you this much?
Five.
Well…yesterday.
Six.
Before that though.
Seven.
When was the last time you took a risk?
Eight.
When was the last time you did something you wanted to do?
Nine.
Something you really wanted…
Ten.
You take a long inhale, nod once, and swing your leg over the side of the ATV. With both shaking hands gripping the handlebars, you glance to the side to see everyone else has mounted their vehicles, except for one. Jimin stands at the end of the line, talking with the guide too quietly to hear, but the way he’s waving his hands makes it seem like there’s a problem. The guide glances around, brows knit, before shrugging his shoulders and cupping a hand around the side of his mouth to shout.
“Hey guys! Looks like we’re one ATV short! Someone’s gonna have to share!” he calls, and grumbles resound around the group.
Beside you, Namjoon and Taehyung complain about having to share, both clearly not too keen on offering Jimin a spot on their ATV. You briefly feel bad for him, standing on the edge without a place to go to. You wonder if he feels left out, or if perhaps he’s considering staying back so the guide can show you the way. Without meaning to, you turn your head and lock eyes with Jimin and the instant you to you wish you hadn’t. Because now his eyes have lit up and his face is splitting in a small, hopeful smile.
And you know you’re cooked.
With a sigh, you raise your hand and wave it like mad, beckoning Jimin over. After all that, the breathing exercises and everything, after finding your courage, here you are handing over the reins.
“You can ride with me,” you say with a sigh as Jimin emerges at your side, smiling bright.
“Thank you,” he says with a laugh before hoisting himself up behind you.
“Oh!” you exclaim as Jimin rests his hands on his knees, right beside your thighs. He leans around your side and eyes you with wide brows. “I figured you’d wanna drive…,” you say, face going hot.
He blinks at you for a moment longer than normal before splitting into a grin and nudging your hip with his knee. “Well why would I do that?” he asks, rolling his eyes. “You looked really determined.”
Just like that, he understands exactly how you feel.
Startled, you turn to face him halfway, twisting your torso awkwardly as you lock eyes. He’s still smiling, still bright. The apples of his cheeks are redder than yesterday, and the bridge of his nose. A sunburn. He looks peaceful. As if he trusts you to drive this massive machine. As if it’s not even a thought that’s crossed his mind.
As if he never even considered taking this ATV from you.
“You guys ready?” shouts the guide with a hoot.
The boys around you holler their responses but you stay silent, still just staring at Jimin as he shields his face from the sun with one hand, still smiling, still peaceful.
You grip the handlebars and kick the ATV to life.
You first met Namjoon when you were in high school. He was a grade above you, so you’d never had reason to speak with him. Aside from passing him in the halls every now and again, you didn’t really interact with him at all. But things changed when he approached you after class as you finished cleaning off the blackboards. You’d stayed behind not because you wanted to, but because your classmate had pawned their classroom duties on you after a miserable game of Gin Rummy at lunch. You hadn’t protested much once the responsibility had fallen on your shoulders.
Another excuse to avoid going home.
Bony knuckles rapped against the blackboard beside your head and you jumped out of your skin, releasing a scream several octaves higher than you anticipated. But as the moment of panic passed, you realized with a start that the one who’d roused your attention was indeed upperclassman Kim Namjoon. And there he stood with a small dimpled smile and gentle eyes scanning you. You weren’t sure what he was looking for when he looked at you, but the way he tilted his head to the side made you think that perhaps he’d found it.
“Hey,” he said, face outlined by the last golden rays of autumn daylight.
You swallowed hard and took half a step back toward the podium. “Uh…hi…?”
“This yours?” he asked, dangling a sketchbook before you with one hand.
It took you several moments of squinting at the Strathmore sketchbook to realize that, in fact, it was yours. Your name was right there in the right corner where you’d scribbled it a month ago. And there was the tear in the cover from when your mother had tried to rip the thing from your hands – unsuccessfully.
A rush of fear swelled through you and you snatched the pad from his outstretched hands like you were a prisoner and he was offering you food. Scared he’d rescind his offer if given even a moment to think it over. And as you clutched the thing to your chest, you scanned him with narrowed eyes.
“Where did you get this?” you asked. You were certain you had kept it safely in your bookbag since lunch. But glancing at the bookbag again, you found it surprisingly empty.
Namjoon raised his brows and raised his hands in surrender. “I didn’t steal it, if that’s what you’re thinking,” he said, then chuckled with a shrug. “What kind of thief would return the thing they stole anyway?”
You paused for a moment, brows furrowed, before sighing and nodding. “I guess that’s true,” you admitted before gently guiding the sketchbook back into the mouth of your backpack. “Um…,” you hedged as you turned back to the guy. You held out your hand to him and he rolled up the long sleeve of his uniform cardigan to take it in his own. “Thanks,” you finished with a shake.
He shook his head. “Don’t mention it,” he said, laughing a little. “Had to ask around to find out which class you were in though.”
You felt a warm bloom of embarrassment and pulled your hand away, shoving it back into your pocket and averting your eyes. “I don’t have a job or anything,” you said.
He blinked at you. “Hm? What’re you talking about?”
You rubbed the side of your arm and shrugged. “My family’s kinda poor too. Like, we do fine, but my parents are really serious about money so…,”
“What’s your point?” asked Namjoon with wide, curious brown eyes.
You stared at him for a moment, puzzled, before continuing. “Aren’t you gonna ask for, like, reward money or something?”
He released a booming, chesty laugh before waving his arms like mad and shaking his head. “No! God, do I look like a thug to you?”
You eyed him from top to bottom and shrugged. “I don’t really know what a thug is supposed to look like.”
He sighed and gripped the bridge of his nose between his fingertips. “Forget the money,” he said, pausing to give you a warm smile. “I just wanted to meet the person who made those drawings.”
You went stiffer than a board. For a moment, time stood still. Namjoon froze before you, the gently falling leaves outside the classroom window froze, and you froze too. Like your feet were rooted to the ground.
“You…did you look through it?” you asked softly, too horrified to raise your voice above a bare whisper.
He nodded. “Of course,” he said. “I was looking for a phone number or something on the inside flap, but then I got distracted by the art.”
“You…”
“You’re really talented,” he said, offering another big smile. “Like, you could go pro if you wanted to.”
You swallowed hard, your throat constricting, and chucked the dirty blackboard eraser on the podium with a puff of fine dust. Without another word, you zipped up your backpack and slung it over your shoulders. You walked past him quickly, not even sparing him a glance, and walked faster when he followed you, calling after you and begging you to turn around.
Namjoon followed you around for a month after that: waiting outside your classroom after school, catching you off guard as you sketched in the courtyard during your lunch break, walking his bike behind you as you led the way to the bus stop, cheering for you at the sports festival and causing you to miss the volleyball coming straight for you. Every time he’d come around, you’d turn grey with horror and you wouldn’t say a word. But luckily for you, Namjoon said plenty enough for both of you. It was always, When are you gonna join the drawing club?or,You should start working on a portfolio, or, If you love art so much, why aren’t you applying to an arts college?
You didn’t bother asking how he knew where you were applying. As you’d gotten to know him, you’d begun to understand his uncanny ability to secure sensitive information from teachers. It seemed they all loved him about as much as you despised him. Not long after that comment, you finally began responding when he spoke to you. And you even began bickering like real friends.
After a while, you grew accustomed to him being around all the time. To the point that, when he graduated a year before you and went on to pursue a degree in music, you’d felt almost lonesome without him. And to the point that, when you texted him about your choice to pursue a degree in business, you were almost relieved when he caught the late bus out to your house to scold you.
One day you’re gonna snap, he’d said that night in a moment of calm. You’re gonna finally have enough of living for them. And it’s gonna hurt when it happens. Bad.
But the scolding had never been enough.
Because, in the end, that persistent fear ran like still waters through your body.
You’re realizing more and more that it’s the same fear. That it’s always been the same fear. Back then when you were so scared of losing Hanseul that you considered not even telling him you’d found the messages. In high school when you were too scared to show anyone your sketchbook. Even now, as you straddle the vibrating ATV, Jimin’s arms wrapped lazily around your middle as he giggles behind you, you’re scared to make a single sound for fear of messing up your focus on the hills before you.
If you really think about it, it’s all the same.
When you boil it down to its core, it’s always been the same.
Fear of fucking up.
Like you’ve been walking a tightrope from the start, and any small misstep will result in you plummeting, face first, into the ground below.
Your knuckles go white against your skin as you clutch the handlebars. Stiff, you follow the guide as he vaults over a hill, having no choice but to do the same. You launch your ATV over the sandy bump, sending both you and Jimin flying through the air. And even though a part of you expects to go splat in the dirt, after a few weightless seconds of flight, the two of you return to earth in one piece. This time, it isn’t Jimin’s laughter that startles you.
It’s your own.
“Holy shit!” Namjoon shouts as he runs toward you, face covered in fine dust. He grins at you like you’re his child, and as you slide off the side of the ATV, he sweeps you up in a big hug, laughing. “You did so good!”
You laugh too, patting his flexed bicep, and lean away slightly to get a better look at his dirty face. “God,” you say with a laugh, running the pad of your fingertip along his cheek, leaving behind a stripe of clean skin. “You need a shower, Joon.”
He nods and peels himself away, turning his attention to Jimin behind you. “You don’t look so good,” he remarks with raised brows.
And as you turn to see for yourself, you notice that in fact Jimin doesn’t look so good. Up until then it had been all laughter and smiles and playful squeezes, but now that he was standing in the dirt, arms crossed, leaning back against the ATV with his helmet in his hand, he looked…less than pleased. He watches you and Namjoon with narrowed eyes.
Oh God, you think in a moment of blind panic, I bet he wanted to drive the ATV after all…
But the moment Namjoon approaches and claps his hand against Jimin’s shoulder, the latter perks up and his eyes go bright once more. He turns a grin towards you and offers a big thumbs up. The sky above his waving hair is a perfect blue, and the sun is unrelenting, but somehow his smile is brighter. Carefully, you join the duo and pat the ATV with a sigh. Looking at it now, it doesn’t seem so scary at all. And after all the tips your guide had given throughout the course, you feel ready to do it all again if you get the chance.
Jimin eyes you with a fond smile. “How’d you like it?” he asks.
You hum. “It was…really exhilarating,” you say with a grin. Gently, you reach out your hand for Jimin to shake and without missing a beat he laughs and takes it.
But instead of shaking it, he gives a sharp yank and you go tumbling into his chest. Heart hammering, you struggle to regain your footing, but before you can process what’s going on, Jimin wraps both arms around your back and holds you tight. You’re sure your face reveals your chagrin, so you’re careful to keep it buried in his chest. And although it’s muffled through the fabric of his shirt, you can hear Jimin’s heart thumping quick.
“Thanks for letting me ride with you,” he says quietly against your hair.
You swallow hard, nerves making your hands sweat, and nod once. “Um…yeah, of course.” You can’t help the nervous laugh that escapes your parted lips and, hesitantly, you reach around to pat Jimin’s back with one hand. “It was fun.”
He backs up with a smile, but keeps one hand on your shoulder. “Yeah. Let’s do it again when we get home.”
You laugh again, eyes wide. “Are there ATV courses at home?”
Jimin pauses, purses his lips, and shrugs. “Let’s find out.”
Namjoon snaps his fingers. “Shoot! What time is it?” he asks, brows knitting.
You check the watch around your wrist and squint at it, but it’s hard to focus on anything with Jimin still touching you. “Um…half past two,” you say, brain foggy as Jimin steps closer.
He glances over your shoulder to stare intently at your wristwatch. Easily, he slides his hand along your shoulder blades before letting it rest at the small of your back. You can feel the ends of his hair tickling your hot cheek. He hums a little beside you and nods once, as if he is simply verifying the time. Perhaps he is simply doing that.
“Shoot!” Namjoon exclaims again. “If we don’t leave, like, now we’re gonna be late for snorkeling!”
Without meaning to, you slide your eyes toward Jimin and raise your brows only to find him staring at you with the same expression. The two of you share a knowing look before breaking into small smiles.
“Wouldn’t wanna be late for snorkeling,” Jimin says under his breath as Namjoon jogs back toward the guide, all the while frantically miming with his hands.
You grin. “God forbid.”
Hanseul said something once that really stuck with you. Not the sort of sentimental thing that you thought might’ve stuck with you, but something entirely mundane. Something trivial, something said in passing.
It was a Sunday afternoon. Neither of you had work, so you’d decided to take a nice long drive through the city. The sky was endlessly blue and beautiful, and even though you were just one car in the infinite stream of vehicles on the highway, you felt somehow free. With the windows rolled down all the way and music bumping softly through Hanseul’s car’s speaker, you remember shutting your eyes and just…breathing for a minute. And that was enough.
“Jesus Christ!” Hanseul shouted with a belabored sigh, and your eyes snapped open once more. You were quick to locate the source of his frustration and found, merging into your lane from the right, a massive freight truck. “I will never understand the hubris of semi drivers who think it’s a good idea to pass other semi drivers.”
Settling your racing heart, you sighed and breathed a laugh. “Impatience I guess,” you remarked, but he was prickly beside you and you knew he wasn’t finished.
He scoffed. “As if passing that guy is gonna get him there any faster,” he said, then rolled his eyes and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “Everyone should just go their own pace.”
And with that, he stopped talking. And you returned to leaning your head against the passenger doorframe, gazing out at the line of cars entering the highway.
The sun is white hot on your bare skin as you tread water, face bobbing just below the ocean’s surface. Floating like a buoy, you squint into the endless blue to catch a glimpse of some wildlife. It’s not as easy as it looks on Instagram, that much is clear to you now. The waves waves are gentle but restless as they rock you around and the plastic of the snorkel pushes uncomfortably against the sensitive skin of your lips. Your arms and legs are still sore from the previous day’s hike, and now your thighs ache from gripping the ATV. But somehow, despite the hardiness of it all, as you float parallel to the ocean floor, you can’t help but stare with wide-eyed wonder every time a flash of red fin or plume of underwater dust catches your eye. And so, mystified, you swim onward.
You feel someone swim up beside you, but it’s too much labor to look and you can’t tear your eyes away from a particularly beautiful fish cresting over the top of some coral beyond your fingertips. It’s only when that someone taps your shoulder that you finally snap from your daze and, blinking quickly, burst out from beneath the water and shove your snorkel to the side. Fearing catastrophe, you turn gasping toward Jimin as he wades beside you with a grin.
And your heart settles down.
You pat your chest a little and sigh. “Jesus,” you mumble.
“Scared you?” he asks, and from this close it’s hard not to get caught up in the brown of his eyes, in the wet ends of his dark hair as they dangle just above his eyebrows.
With the saltwater and the sunlight kissing his skin, he’s practically glowing.
You shake your head. “What’s up?” you ask.
He points with one finger toward the water below and wiggles his brows. “You wanna go down with me? The instructor said it’s really awesome.”
You stare at him for a long moment, trying to discern any malintent or ulterior motive and, upon gleaning none, settle for a nervous, breathy laugh. “Ah, I dunno…,” you say, rubbing your nose with the side of your finger. You look away, toward Jungkook’s fins as they flap violently against the glassy surface of the water. “I’m happy just looking from up here.”
Jimin hums a little. “You sure?” he asks, eyeing you like he knows something you don’t. “You seemed really into it when I came over.”
You swallow hard and your mouth tastes like seawater and anxiety. “No, I’m…,” you start, but it’s weak. The sentence trails into nothing.
He smiles bright enough to blind and you almost have to shield your eyes. “Come on,” he says, offering his hand toward you. “We’ll go down together and come back up together. I’ll hold your hand the whole time.”
You stare at his outstretched fingers, pruny and slightly sunkissed, and ponder for a moment. Were you always so tepid? So lukewarm? Wasn’t there ever a time in your life when you did things just because they sounded fun? Thinking back, it’s hard to pinpoint the precise moment you became so pragmatic, so afraid. Perhaps when your parents told you a career in art wouldn’t work out for you. That you didn’t have the stuff. Perhaps even before that.
But deep down, buried deeper than you’d like you admit, there’s a part of you that’s always wanted to zipline through the jungle. To ride ATVs. To see the coral up close.
That slumbering part of you is beginning to awaken.
And you wonder as you take Jimin’s hand with an uncertain smile if this has been your pace all along.
He giggles and the two of you dive in unison. You follow the instructions the snorkeling teachers gave you on the boat, and you hold your breath just the way you’re supposed to. Nonetheless, the deeper you swim, the cooler the water becomes and the more your nerves begin to rattle.
Only this time, you don’t find it unpleasant. Not at all, actually.
Because Jimin’s hand is warm.
The two of you coast to a stop in front of the vibrant red coral as a school of orange fish rushes by in a wave. You both reel back for only a moment and then, catching each other’s eyes, exchange the biggest smiles your snorkels allow. And boy is Jimin right. It is awesome. You swear you’ve never seen colors like this. Juxtaposed against the perfect blue all around, the coral reef stands like a mountain underwater, fish flying like birds around the jagged pink peaks, hiding in the deep purple. Anemones wave so close you’re tempted to touch them, and as you lean closer for a better look, you see a red seahorse nestled beside a green sea plant. As if sensing you there, the tiny fish scoots out from its cover and makes its way toward you. Eagerly, you extend your index finger and the creature nudges you just slightly before continuing on its way to the other side of the coral barrier.
Your heart is pounding, racing like a sports car and loud like one too. You turn toward Jimin with eyes blown wide and he’s grinning at you, so fond. He gives your hand a squeeze and you can’t help but squeeze back. Wordlessly, he jerks his head toward the surface, and the way the water plays with his hair makes it look like silk. You’re distracted for a moment by how beautiful it is, how beautiful he is, but he squeezes your hand again and once more jerks his chin upward. Ah! You need air!
You only realize it as Jimin makes a motion toward the surface, but now that you’re conscious of it it’s all you can think of. Q
Genre: Fluff Characters: Jungkook, Reader (+ Bam) Warnings: Slight bad language, but that’s it. Just fluff. Description: While on vacation with you and his band members, Jungkook notices his new puppy, Bam, is gone. Word Count: 560 (Just a little drabble) A/N: I know, I know… you guys are waiting for the update for The Bath House, and it is coming! I promise. But I just had this little scenario in my head that I needed to put out there. Hope you enjoy! x
“Hey hyung, where’s my dog? Have you seen Bam?” Jungkook asked, furrowing his brows in confusion as he took a quick look around the living room.
“No, he’s not in here.” Yoongi responded, not looking up from his game of Mario Kart, where he was concentrating on trying to keep up with Jin’s Yoshi. “I think Y/N took him to her bedroom to play with.”
Jungkook smirked and rolled his eyes, knowing that he should’ve assumed you were up to your puppy stealing antics once again.
“Ok thanks.” He responded, leaving the living room to go up the stairs of the vacation rental, to find you in your temporary bedroom.
You were laying on your side on the bed, back towards the door, completely oblivious to your doe-eyed best friend leaning against the door frame with a grin on his face. You were too preoccupied with Jungkook’s new puppy Bam, who you had only just met this weekend but had fallen absolutely in love with. You cooed at him, petting behind his floppy ears and giggling over his paws that he hasn’t quite grown into yet.
“I found the puppy thief.” Jungkook finally spoke up, causing you to turn your head to look at him over your shoulder.
“Puppy thief? He loves me. He’s spending quality time with his auntie Y/N.” You giggled, turning your attention back to the puppy.
“Auntie Y/N? You’re such a weirdo.” Jungkook teased, chuckling to himself.
“I’M a weirdo? Ok, sure. Taehyung put this poor baby’s ear in his mouth and nobody bats an eye, but I’m the weird one for taking him up here for snuggles. Makes perfect sense.” You playfully sassed back.
Jungkook snorted at your remarks, walking over to the bed to see your hand continuing to scratch in Bam’s favorite spot, right behind his ear.
“You know what I think? I think somebody’s jealous that he’s not getting snuggles.” You told Bam. Jungkook shook his head at the cuteness of you talking about him to his dog.
“You’re really talking shit about me to my dog? Unbelievable.” He smirked.
“Hey! No cussing in front of the baby.” You playfully scolded, turning back to Jungkook. “But I think I’m right. If you wanted snuggles, you could come in and join us, instead of ruining our time together.”
“You know what Y/N? You’re right.” Jungkook said, earning a glare from you.
He crawled onto the bed next to you, forcing you to move over to accommodate him while Bam’s slightly disturbed from the movement, lifting his head up to see what was happening. Jungkook put an arm over you, reaching over to pet the dog while managing to keep you close, something he considered an added bonus.
“You were definitely right, Y/N, this is so much better. I guess I was just jealous.” He teased, smirking as he knew he won.
You looked at Bam, who’s big puppy eyes were looking right back at you, his tail wagging at the attention he was receiving.
“You see this, Bam? This bitch called my bluff.”
Jungkook laughed, and you smiled at the feeling of his warm breath tickling your skin.
“What happened to no cussing in front of my dog?” Jungkook asked, lightly pinching your arm, causing you to giggle.
“Fine. You win.” You conceded, just content with the feeling of being in Jungkook’s arms.
: oral (m. receiving), swearing, a little worship kink
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: You’re watching a music video, and Yoongi’s thoughts get the best of him. Not wanting him to feel bad, you make him feel good the best way you know how.
It was Wonho’s video premiere for his title track, “Eye On You,” and you were very excited to watch it. The song plays loudly on the speakers, and you sit with your best friend Alex in the living room watching the video. Your boyfriend Yoongi is behind you, sulking on the couch, watching you two engage with what’s on the screen. The groovy, sexy sound quickly took over, and you moan loudly, enamored with how good he looks in tight pants.
“He’s gotten so big!” you exclaim, playfully fanning yourself.
“Wonho looks so good,” Alex agreed, her eyes wide at the change of scene.
You get up and start dancing, your body completely taken over by the beat. You look over at Yoongi, his face half-amused at your dancing, and you make your way over to him, sitting on his lap. A smile on his face, but his eyes tell another story, sadness peeking in from those almond-shaped eyes.
“What’s wrong, baby?” you ask, brushing his hair back with your hands.
“Nothing,” he sighs heavily.
You frown at him because you know he’s lying. You gaze at him, concerned, your heart beating faster than before. You start thinking hard to see if there is anything that you did wrong, playing everything that you did from the moment you woke up until now. You search his eyes, hoping to get the truth out of them somewhere, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he slouches further onto the couch. You’re bothered by his sudden mood change, not understanding why he is acting this way, but you are determined to figure out what is wrong. You get up and whisper to Alex that you will talk to Yoongi quickly, and she nods, turning her attention back to the tv screen.
“Come on,” you grab his hand, getting him off the couch. “Let’s talk.”
He reluctantly follows you into the room, and you lock the door behind him, motioning for him to sit down on the bed.
“What’s wrong with Yoongi? Did I do something wrong?” you probe, standing in front of him.
“No, you did nothing wrong,” he huffs. “You are just perfect the way you are.”
You are taken aback by his words, confused even, not understanding why he would use those specific words for the subject at hand. On one end, you like that he thinks you are perfect, but you are still troubled by his dishonesty. You sit next to him, taking his hand and kissing it reassuringly.
“I know you are not being honest with me,” you call him out. “I’m not going to judge you. Talk to me, please.”
He spent a moment in pensive silence, actively avoiding eye contact. Your frustration mounts, and you feel like shaking him until he gives you an answer. You get up, annoyed, about to walk out of the room when you finally get an answer.
“Do you think I’m attractive?”
You snap your head at him, bewildered by his question. It was the last thing you would think would ever come out of his mouth, and you almost laughed at his inquisition.
“What..?” you respond slowly. “Where is this coming from?”
“Well, I saw how much you liked Wonho’s body earlier, and I know I am not built like that,” he mumbles.
A massive wave of relief splashes over you, as now you know why he feels the way he is. This is unlike him, and you take it seriously, but you know how to make him feel better.
“Baby,” you begin. “You are the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on. There is not a day that goes by that I am not thankful that I get to wake up to your beautiful face every morning. Wonho is attractive, but he doesn’t have anything on you. I love you, okay?”
He nods slowly, and you sit back on the bed, laying your head on his shoulder.
“You don’t have to worry about me talking to another guy or looking at anyone the same way I look at you,” you reassure him. “You are all I will ever need in life.”
You look at him, your eyes full of love, and kiss him. Your heart skips a beat, fireworks, and desire fill you up, and you want nothing more to show him how sexy he is to you. You lay him down on the bed, climbing over him, straddling his lap. Your lips leave him just to plant themselves on his neck, sucking on his bare skin, leaving a red mark. Your hands slip slowly under his shirt, caressing his smooth chest softly before moving your way down to his stomach,
“I love you,” you whisper. “There’s no else but you.”
You work your lips down to his chest, leaving soft kisses along the way. You stop when your lips reach his grey sweatpants, gazing at him as you pull them down.
“What are you doing?” he hisses.
“You know exactly what I’m doing,” you purr, pulling his member out of his briefs.
It pops out excitedly, getting bigger in front of you as you hold it in your hand. You caress it, not breaking eye contact as you want to see his reaction to what you are doing to him. He bites his lip. Eyes closed in ecstasy as your hand movements pick up the pace. His moans are sweet, your name flowing out of his lips harmonically, his hands gripping your wrist. You lean in closer, slowly taking him into your mouth, his whimpers going up an octave. You move your head back and forth, juices flowing naturally in your mouth as you suck him in, your tongue massaging his shaft.
“Baby…” his breathing hitches. “You make me feel so good.”
“I know,” you say, his dick still in your mouth.
His need for you becomes unadulterated as he takes a fistful of your hair, pushing you further down onto his shaft. You smirk, sucking on him harder, bopping your head faster, enjoying this newfound ravenous energy taking over you. You admire him, his cheek flushed and his lips slightly parted. Your name and words of praise fill the room as he nears his peak. Your free hand moves up to where his balls are, and you rub them softly, enjoying watching him shudder from your mere touch. His dick twitches, getting harder in your mouth, and his eyes roll back, a strangled noise coming from his lips.
“I’m going to cu-” his voice cracks, preventing him from finishing his thought.
He releases himself into your mouth and swallows him in, enjoying the fruits of your labor. He shudders, clutching onto the pillow, his heavy pants evident as he comes down from his high. You slowly take him out of your mouth, wiping a small corner of his seed from the corner of your mouth and licking it. He exhales, sitting on the headboard, wiping the sweat off his face.
“Now, do you see,” you tease him, “there is no one else I would want to do that too. Only you make me this way. “
He nods, and you climb up next to him, laying your head on his chest. He kisses the top of your head, and you drum your fingers playfully on his stomach, listening to his heartbeat, the melody from his heart evident as he holds you close. He falls into a deep sleep, and you lay there before eventually getting up, not wanting to disturb his peaceful state. You leave the room and shut the door quietly, returning to the living room to Alex, who is watching another kpop video.
“Is everything okay?” she asks, pausing the video.
“Oh yeah, we’re good,” you beam at her. “I was just taking care of my man, that’s all.”
Warnings‼️: insecurities, nipple play, unprotected sex ( please don’t do this guys), fingering (that’s all?).
Synopsis: You and your crush in the same room nothing will happen right?
Note: I am sorry for posting this so late. I was busy for few days because of my exams I hope you understand. Anyways enjoy! (SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL MISTAKE)
You and your friends are on a trip at jeju Island for a small vacation. Everything was going well but when you reached at hotel to check in the rooms you all booked were total of 5 rooms but now when you all came to check in there were only 3 rooms left because of the management mistake.
You and jungkook were selected to be the partners but the problem in here is that you have an big crush on him and how can someone be alone in a room with their crush without going all crazy.
Once you came in your room you wanted nothing else but to disappear because you and jungkook have sleep on the same bed. “Hey y/n if you want I can sleep on the couch” he said with a smile “no jungkook we both are adults and I think we can both share a bed right?” You ask looking at him “yeah right” he said before unpacking some things for his need and placing them on their place while you were still standing doubting if it was a good idea to come on this trip.
When everything was done for both of you someone knocked on the door and jungkook opened it, lisa standing there while being extremely excited “what happened lisa?” You asked “nothing happened I just came here to inform you both that we are going on the beach" she said excitedly "oh” jungkook said from beside you.
You wanted to go too but you weren’t able to. You were standing in front of mirror in the bathroom, watching yourself wearing bikini but of course your mind were playing games with you “I was so confident when I bought this but now i don’t look good in it” you were on verge of crying because you didn’t thought that you will be disappointed with yourself wearing what you liked few days back.
“Hey y/n you gonna come with me?” Jungkook knocked on the bathroom door and asked “sorry jungkook I have some business to finish, you can go and enjoy on the beach I will be there in few minutes” your voice was weak and pretending that every thing is alright was so difficult for you. “Y/n are you really alright?” Jungkook asked once again “yes I am jungkook please go and have fun” you were on the verge of breaking down but you are holding it till jungkook goes out “ok” all he said before going to beach.
Once you heard the door slamming shut you broke down “I can’t go out like this” you said to yourself looking at yourself in the mirror seeing your eyes red and puffy. You decided to wear shorts and oversized tshirt on the bikni you were wearing “now this is okay” you say to yourself.
You were on the beach sitting with your friend James who also doesn’t like to swim like you but in different way “hey y/n I am sleeping wake me up if anything happens” “okay” you said. You were jealous of your girl friends because they were slim and can do anything without worrying about their appearance but you were happy for them too because they were enjoying themselves after so long. “Hey y/n join us!” Lisa screamed at you “no lisa I am not feeling good” you said sadly “ohh what happened?” She came out of the water and asked you with worried expressions “no it’s just i am tired and feeling weak” “oh you can go and rest if you want to” she said “okay then I am going to rest” you tell her.
JUNGKOOK POV
I was watching y/n from where I was in the water, she looked sad and I wanted to cheer her up but as I was going to talk to her Lisa screamed at her and told her join but she refused I was curious but Lisa was talking with her so i waited for Lisa to come and tell me. After what felt like hours she came back in water and I asked her about y/n “hey Lisa what happened to y/n?” And she replied “she is not feeling well so I told her to go and rest” I can hear worry in her voice “she will be okay I am sure, after few minutes I will go and check on her” “thank you jungkook” she said with a small smile and I smiled back at her.
NOBODY’S POV
You weren’t able to sleep at all because of your insecurities coming between you and your sleep so you just laid there watching your roof being a roof. While seeing the roof Somebody knocked on the door which made you sit up “you can come in” you said “hey y/n are you okay? Do you need anything?” It was Jungkook, he said opening the door and coming towards you “no jungkook I don’t need anything and I am okay too” you said with a small smile, you were smiling but your heart was beating so fastly that it was on the verge of coming out “really?” “Yeah” “okay”.
“Y/n I am going to take shower because I don’t wanna go again for swimming” jungkook said while taking out his towel from the cupboard “okay” you replied. You laid down again trying to sleep but again you weren’t able to so you just started to use your phone.
You stood up after few minutes to take out something from the cupboard which was next to the bathroom and on the same time jungkook exits the bathroom with only towel covering his half body. Seeing his abs, chest while drops of water on them made you weak “wtf! Jungkook” you said closing you eyes “what happened? ohh!” He said realising, he smirked seeing the effect he has on you “don’t you like it” he whispered in your ear. You don’t know when he came near but the whisper made you shiver “I-I” you were shuttering because of the closeness, you can feel his body heat and few droplets that dropped from his hair on your shoulder “open your eyes y/n” he said whispering again.
He had a spell on you or something because you opened your eyes when he asked you to. “J-jungkook you are t-too close” you said nervously “and I am not going anywhere"he said intertwining your right hand and kissing your knuckles "b-but this can’t happen between you and me what about our friends and what if they don’t-” you were rambling when jungkook suddenly kissed you making your eyes go wide with shock, you tried to push him but he backed you till your back was touching the cupboard wall and stopped your hands by locking them with his hands and kissed you hard again.
He broke the kiss for oxygen “I don’t care about them y/n who I care about is you and seeing you upset there was killing me i wanted to cheer you up so bad but lisa came in between” he kissed you again after completing the sentence and this time it was more soft, passionate and loving. You were on the verge of tearing up but the kiss made you forget about everything and melted you in it.
“Do you wanna continue this?” He asked kissing your chubby cheeks, you were never sure about something more than this. “Yeah” you said shyly “my dear y/n why are you so cute!” He said nuzzling his face in your neck, you blushed hard and turn your face to stop him from seeing your red face.
“Let’s take this to the bed baby” he said lifting you up which made you squeal “jungkook put me down!” You were scared that you will hurt him “no y/n are you thinking that you are heavy? Then you should think about something else because you are not at all heavy” this made your cunt spaming slick because no men had ever manhandled you and seeing jungkook do it was such a sexy scene for you.
Jungkook pushed you on the bed so that you are laying and he was hovering above you “you are so fucking sexy y/n” he groaned and you blushed again.“J-jungkook I am still a v-virgin” if you were not red enough then you were now surely “it’s ok baby I will go slow with you” he said pecking your lips which turned into urgent and heated kiss. “Can I undress you y/n?” He asked kissing your neck and sucking on your skin so that everyone can see that you are his and his only.
“Sure” you said in bliss, your negative thoughts were killing you but you wanted jungkook and knowing that he wanted you too made you happy. He gently rolled up your tshirt while kissing every inch of skin he was discovering. Every kiss he was placing made you shiver “so fucking beautiful” he said looking at you with those sparkling eyes of his “god you are so beautiful and breath taking” he kissed you again while undoing your bra knot. When it was undone he kissed your boobs gently and started to fold them while kissing and sucking your neck “jungkook” you moaned “yes fuck moan my name” he started to suck your left nipple while playing with the other one “fuck-” after giving the same treatment to the other one too, He goes down kissing your stomach till he reaches on your underwear band “can I?” He said making an eye contact with you and placing His hands on the band of the underwear “yeah” you said shyly, he smiled at your cuteness and removed it .
He gently opens your leg and watch your pussy dripping for him “fuck y/n you are so wet, is this all for me fuck” he groaned “y-yes only for you” you moaned out. He starts to gently circle your clit while observing your face that was filed with delight. Eyes closed, mouth open spilling moan and cry one after another while your hand is trying to grab into something, he is going insane seeing how you react with just a simple touch. “Please m-more” you said breathlessly “sure princess” he inserted his index and middle fingers without warning and started to thrust it inside you “like this? Huh? Wanted this right?” His tone was sinster and so sexy that it made you drip more.
You were a moaning mess and till now jungkook has not done that much “fuc- I-I think I am gonna cum” you were now gasping for oxygen “cum for me baby” he increased his pace while rubbing your clit and you clenched on his fingers while screaming “jungkook!” the orgasam hitting you hard making your vision go white and made you quiver “I am going insane because of you y/n fuck that was so sexy” he was now removing his underwear.
“See what you do to me” he said rubbing his hard cock while groaning “do you want me to help with it?” You sat up “no today is only for you, you can help me with it another time” you blushed hearing his words and he smirked seeing you “baby please lay down for me” you did what he said. He hovered above you again and kissed you passionately before inserting his cock slowly making you both moan. he goes in till he was bottomed out “y/n you are so tight shit-” jungkook groaned “jungkook you are so deep” you cried out “I-I can’t” you whimpered “I know baby I know it will go away” he kissed you hard so that you can get used to it.
“Jungkook you can move” and he did “I love you so much baby and you are mine” he moaned out “I love you too jungkook” you were crying now while saying it. “Harder!” You whispered “harder? As you say princess” he started to ram into you making you almost unconscious. Your heart was pounding because of the pleasure but the pleasure and pain was making you crave for more and more.
He was hitting that spot again and again making you go crazy and made you scream his name with every thurst “want more” you whined craving more stimulation to finish you off “fuck you look so sexy” jungkook groaned feeling close himself. He circled you clit with his fingers making you see stars “i am gonna cu-” before you can finish the sentence jungkook choked you applying pressure on the sides of neck “yeah I-i can feel you clenching hard around my cock fuck-” he was himself so deep in pleasure that he was going crazy “cum baby please cum” at this rate he was Begging you to cum he wanted you to cum so bad. Before you can inform him you cummed, It hits you more hard then the previous one making you cry and scream “omg! Jungkook” you were still chanting his name again and again before feeling warm liquid spilling into you and dripping down from your cunt to his cock “god y/n” this time jungkook groaned because of his own orgasam.
“Y/n are you okay?” He asked after catching his breath and seeing you just laying there while breathing heavily “yeah i am” you said with a smile while feeling tired “wait I will be back” he came back with a towel and cleaned you. You wanted to do same so you just took the towel from his hand and cleaned his now softened cock “ohh thank you y/n” he said shyly “it should go both ways” you said with a gentle smile before laying down again and taking jungkook with you.
You both were cuddling when you asked him “we are gonna tell out friends tomorrow about our relationship?" "Yeah baby because they should know because I don’t want any man to hit on you and you are not a secret to keep” he winked at you while you slapped his chest with a little laugh that made jungkook laugh too. “We should rest now” jungkook said with a yawn “yes baby” you said before cuddling more with him and going to sleep with jungkook.
“Jungkook lets out a breathy moan, fisting the sheets. His breathing doesn’t calm down after he made the sound, his eyes race behind his eyelids. You know what that means and it turns you on so much. Your touch was enough to help Jungkook have a wet dream. Your sweet bunnyboy is getting fucked in his dreams while in reality you are the one helping him with keeping the sensations as realistic as possible.
Alternatively: Jungkook wakes after dreaming of getting pegged, only to realise that his dream is quite literally his sweet reality.”
a/n: I have to stop thinking up all those pegging scenarios, it’s not good for my health also this is obviously the aaol!couple, duh. Enjoy my sweeties, because I sure as hell did (I am serious, this is one of those stories I wrote in one sitting because I was feeling it so much)
You wake before your fiancé, enjoying the tranquil silence of your bedroom. His breathing is calm this morning, audible enough for you to find comfort in it. In the distance the traffic is busy, but with your windows closed, it sounds like faraway whispers of a city.
It is brighter than usual in your room. You know it to be the product of last night’s laziness when you deemed it too exhausting to fully close the blinds. You don’t particularly mind that the sunlight peeks into your room. You feel refreshed and your eyes are vast of heaviness. Perhaps in some weird way, the light feels nice to have. Like this you are able to look at your love’s handsome face.
Jungkook is facing you, resting on his stomach while his cheek is squished against his pillow. His lips are parted and against his flawless skin his dark lashes rest quite beautifully. You think he looks eternal like this, reaching out to caress his cheek with the back of your hand. His skin is soft and slightly cold. You blame it on the bedroom air and his entire back being out.
“Look at you sweets, all out of the covers”, you murmur under your breath as you make sure to tug him in, “there we go, now you’re warm again”, you say and give his ear a soft kiss.
Then you rest back again. Jungkook looks happier and cosier now. He even goes so far as to smile in his sleep.
“My handsome man”, you whisper, tracing his face with your fingertip. You are so lucky. You have truly hit the jackpot of life.
Jungkook nuzzles into the pillow and licks over his lips. He looks so peaceful that you feel sleepiness overcome you. You scoot closer and allow your fingers to find their resting spot on his upper back. Then you close your eyes, allowing that sweet sleepiness to wash over your body.
Favorite sweet isn’t trying to leave my head I want more of baker jin. I don’t know why I am so stuck on this post out of all my fics this one has been on my mind since the day I wrote it.
Warning: masturbating, smut, sweet reader, unprotected sex, breeding kink, ass lover, pain and pleasure, etc (I’ll come back to this later) Jin is so fine
“Te devoró como mi cupcake favorito”
“Open” a smile slowly spread on his lip as you open your mouth he pushed the cupcake in your mouth. He looked into your eyes, you never break eye contact. He looks at you with suck desirable eyes, his eyes make you slightly nervous. You bite on the cupcake again enjoying the taste of his treat. He bites on his lip lightly as he stands up nice and tall. “mmm it’s so good” he smiled nodding. Your tongue licks your top lips licking all the frosting off. Jin couldn’t keep his eyes off your tongue, his hands tightened around the table he leaned against. But his desire to touch you got the best of him he walked ever closer to you wiping the rest of the frosting off your lips he looked into your eyes as he brought his finger to his lips licking it clean with his tongue.
Your eyes stare at his tongue as he slowly licks his fingers clean. He is driving you insane, you look at his lips slowly looking back up his face staring into his eyes. Sharing the same look he’s been giving you, those lust hungry eyes. Seokjin is not one to wait once he seeks his opportunity he takes it. He smirked lightly as he trapped you against the counter you lean against.
You look up at him with one thing on your mind and that’s having his pretty lips on yours. “Can I kiss you” you smiled nodding “kiss me jin” he smiled as he brushed his lips against yours. You place your hands on his hips pulling him closer wanting to have his body pressed against yours. You cupped his face so desperate for a kiss, you bite on his lip making him smile. He angled his head as you two slowly open your mouths to kiss when……. “Hey Seokjin they’re here for t-“ hoseok stops talking when he sees the both of you.
All you can do is pull back a bit smiling, how embarrassing. Jin smiled looking at you “I’ll be there in a second, set everything up for now” hoseok quickly nods walking away. “I’m not down with you” he cupped your face you thought he would kiss you but his lips press on your forehead. He smiled against the kiss knowing what it will do to you. “I’ll see you tomorrow beautiful” he kissed your cheek smiling before walking away. What a fucking tease.
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This is wrong right? You pull your clothes off until you’re only in your bra and underwear. You grab your vibrator before laying on your bed spreading your legs. Is wrong to masturbate to the man you desire the most. Your imagination is wild you imagine Jin lick the cream from the cupcake with his tongue letting the cream slip down his tongue, laying on you lips. “I made a mess it’s only right if I clean it up” he smirked as his head dives in between your legs. You moan as you press the vibrator on your clit imaging his tongue play with it steading the cream all over your dripping cunt.
You push a finger in you imagining it to be Jin “fuck squeezed around my fingers” his head pressed deeper in your legs needing to have your taste your arousal. He pulled his hands away quickly wrapping his hands around your legs using only his tongue and tip of his nose to give you pleasure. “FuckJ-Jin” your pussy clinched around his tongue as you imagine his eyes staring into yours licking and sucking on your juices. You imagine trying to push his head away from your throbbing pussy feeling so much pleasure you’ll cum all over his mouth. He tightened his hands around your legs stopping you from running away.
He smirked as he watched you cum undone for him as his tongue played with you pussy the way he wants making your legs shake “o~ohh yesss Jin” you press the vibrator deeper on pussy making your eyes roll to the back of your head as your legs shook dramatically making you instantly cum. You smile as you fucked yourself through your high making your legs shake, you stop to catch your breath. You kinda regret it did you really just make yourself cum just by imagining jin??
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The next day you went over the bakery like he asked. He’s been teaching you to bake wonderful treats also teaching you cute designs. “You’re doing good” he hovers behind you instantly making you nervous fucking yourself last night while thinking about him was a bad idea now you cant get him out of your fantasies. “Why did you stop you’re doing so good” see him talking like this isn’t helping too, his hand sat on your hip as his other hand lays on the table. You licked your lips focusing on the design “____ what did you do last night” you grew more nervous “u-um just ate and watched a movie why” he smirked, his pretty girl is a lair.
“What if I told you I stopped by yesterday” you try not to look to your side knowing he staring dead at you. Your cheeks can’t help but blush “o-oh why didn’t you tell me” he got closer to you until you feel his chest pressed against your back “mmm you sounded busy I didn’t want to disturb your peace” his smirk grew as you slowly looked at him you trying to say something but nothing came out “do you like thinking about me while touching yourself” his warm breath fans against your ear sending chills down your spine. He kissed you exposed neck “yes” he smiled as he bit on your neck. He pushed the cupcake away before pressing you down on the table.
He grabbed your hips as he rubbed his bulge against your ass “just thinking about last night turns me on” he bites his lip as he grinds his hard cock on your ass. Your mouth opens as his clothed throbbing cock touch and rub on your ass. “Jin” he smiled as he slapped your ass catching you off guard. “Angel would you like for me to fulfill all you fancies” his fingers slowly touch you pulsing pussy you bite your lip, he rubbed on your clothed pussy making him tighten his hold on your waist “please” he smiled as he pulled you thin shorts down taking them fully off “I’m going to fuck you so good I’ll be the only thing in your mind” he bends you over the counter pushed your shirt up your back, he bends down to kiss up your back, sending pleasure through out your body.
“Jin” you arch your back with every kiss sending chills down your back. His hands slide up your waist to your chest squeezing your breast through your bra. He kisses you neck as his hand left you breast, his finger tips brush against you stomach making you feel things. “How bad do you want me to please you” his warm breath fans against your neck as he teased you by brushing his fingers against you clothed pussy. You’re so desperate for him “please jin touch me, I want you so bad” he smiled as his fingers enter your panties his fingers slips in between your lips letting your arousal pool his finger. “all this for me” he smiled as his fantasy is play out for him.
His fantasy has always been to fuck you against a table, locking his finger in your hair using you body to thrust into his cock as you moaned his name for more. His fantasy is to fuck you so good you come back to him and him only. His fingers thrust into you with out a warning making you moan loudly as you thrust back on his finger his fingers tightened around your breast as you squeezed his fingers “love relax and enjoy my fingers in you” he kissed the back of your neck letting his kisses fill you with pleasure. You can help but receive pleasure from his warm breath leaving tingling feeling throughout your body “just like that, take my fingers” he thrusts his fingers in a slow but rough pace making you moan and gasp with every thrust. “J-Jin” he smile as a sexy moan left your lips. He couldn’t help but pick up the pace wanting you to moan his name like a chant.
“F-Fuck Jin” you grind on his fingers, pleasuring yourself with his long fingers that rub you the right way, his fingers curled in you making you legs shake “do you like that” he does it against making your breaths tremble “that feels so good jin” he added another finger making you squeeze and release his fingers. “Angel” his voice makes you melt, his fingers thrust into you making your back arch “.f~faster” he smiled. He pushed a third finger making you grab on his hand that rest on your breast “Angel you asked for this, so take my fingers” he pulled out just to push his fingers back into you “y~yess” your eyes roll to the back of your head as you grind your hips on his fingers, you’re so so close to coming all over his fingers.
His excitement grew when you bounced back on his fingers fucking yourself. His cock throb as you make a mess on his fingers. “Look at the mess you’re making” he pulled his hand away from your breast making you whine “need me to touch you” you nod “please make me cum I want to cum all over you” he played with you clit needing you to cum before he takes you on this table.
Your moans loudened as he finger fucked you to the sky “a~aahhh Jin just like that” you slowly grind your hips as your legs shake “please angel cum for me” your mouth opened as you close your hands in a tight fist as you came all over his fingers “s~shit” he rubbed your clit into overstimulation your legs and moans shake “t~to much” he stopped as you slowly focused on your breathing. He kissed your head as he stood up pulling on his belt. You laid satisfied as he pulled his pants down letting his cock out.
He pulled your drenched panties down giving him a perfect view of your ass and pussy. He spat on his hard length quickly pumping himself into pleasure letting his pre cum drip down your lips. His hands cupped your ass squeezing them how he pleases “you have such a pretty ass” he bites his lip as he lands a slap on your cheek making you yelp. He slapped your other cheek watching you ass juggle with each slap. “Jin” he smiled knowing he’s infecting some pain and pleasure. His hand lays on your ass feeling your warm cheek against his hand. He grabbed his cock slowly pushing into your tight pussy, he groans with the pleasant squeeze he received.
He pulled your hips closer to him pressing down on you back as he thrust into you “Fuck” he groans at how good your pussy is squeezing him. You moan with every thrust, he stretched you out rubbing on your walls so good. He picked up his pace letting his pleasure consume him “j-jin” his cock throbs as you moan his name. He will fuck you with care later, right now he will fuck you like there’s no tmr. He grabbed your hair locking his fingers in your hair “I’m going to make you mine tonight” he pulled on your hair using that in advantage to thrust filling into making you take everything he gives you.
“T~To fast” but he can’t stop this feels too good to stop “angel youre taking me so well” he pulled your head back making your back arch more. “Just like that, sweetheart” you clinched around him as moan left his lips “fuck you feel amazing” he wants you to squeeze and throb around his cock, sweetheart make him cum. His hand touched your clit making your moans to shake, “j-jin wait” he shakes his head.
“I can’t wait sweetheart I need to cum all in you” he smiled as he pulled up closer to him “I need to touch your pretty body” his hands go up your shirt as you grab onto the counter “I’m sorry” he pulled on your bra hearing a ripping noise. “Jin” you whine making him laugh “I’ll take you to buy new ones tomorrow” he leans down kissing you neck “I promise” now satisfied he can cup your tits as he fucked into you.
He grabbed onto your tits as he fucked into you, his fingers squeeze and rubbed on your tits giving you extra pleasure. You thrust meet his making you legs shake “j~Jin” he smirked as you throb around his length “cum for me sweetheart” your moans loudened making a echo through his empty bakery. “____” he moans your name as you cum all over him. He hugged your body as he reached his limit, fucking you sensitive pussy “j~jin” he kissed your head as he filled you up thrusting the rest of his cum In you “I know sweetheart” he stopped thrusting into you quickly hugging your body close to him.“Sweetheart you did amazing” you smiled as you lay your head against his shoulder.
