back-burner | christmas drabble

yoongi doesn’t like christmas that much; but he loves you—that much

GENRE.fluff, smut

WARNINGS. christmas decorations bc we know how stressful it can get lol!!, Yoongi’s POV!, yoongi is a teasing lil shit, yoongi is also deeply in love, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cockwarming (ish?)

NOTE. i miss our back-burner couple even if it hasn’t been that long here’s them being the cutest ever. this takes place a year after the epilogue so some time has passed!!! there may be some plot/logical conflicts but we move LOL

hope you enjoy this Christmas gift to ya’ll also…some talks about will be seen in this drabble…which foreshadows future drabbles…hehehehheehhehehehehehe

(the back-burner couple will never leave us I love them too much)

WORDS.6.2k

“To the left.”

Yoongi shifts, just a little because he’s anticipating another—

“No, you idiot! My left—not yours!”

And there it was.

“Love,” he sighs, and if he was any more observant maybe he’d notice how you preen ever so slightly at the term of endearment. “It looks fine. No one is going to notice if the star is point five millimetres off centre.”

You blink.

“So you admit it’s off-centred?”

Yoongi opens his mouth to refute your rebuttal, but it’s left to no avail when you wave him off, equally annoyed and frustrated when you gesture for him to step off the step ladder that enabled him to reach the top of your overly-ostentatious Christmas tree.

Yoongi’s spent a few Christmas’ with you, though they were nothing extravagant. It’s the first year that the both of you were really celebrating with each other, learning about the other’s quirks and requirements when it came to the annual celebration. Based on previous occasions, you weren’t quite particular with where decorations went, or what colour theme you ought to follow.

The thought, while exasperating on its own, still brings a semi-fond smile on his face that he hides so that you won’t nag at him for finding your vexation amusing. It was more that he finds himself settling into a sense of comfort that you finally allowed yourself to do what you like—with him.

“I can do it, you know,” Yoongi sighs, folding his arms across his chest as he leans against the wall next to the tree.

You’ve already replaced him on the step-ladder, hands busying themselves with manoeuvring the star on the top of the tree with snipers precision. Yoongi wasn’t even sure if the ornament was moving with how careful you were being with it, and the look of concentration on your face tells him that you weren’t listening to him. By choice.

“Please pay attention to your surroundings so you won’t fall and die,” he says blandly, “I’d be quite heartbroken if you did.”

You shoot him a snarky look, “Quite?”

Yoongi’s lips twitch in amusement when he sees you puff out in annoyance, an indignant pout on your face when you edge your head backwards briefly to observe the apparent angle of the star.

“Very,” Yoongi corrects himself with a small laugh before he makes his way behind you.

You were too focused on frowning at the inanimate object to notice his presence, more concerned about finding a way to telepathically connect with the star so it’d be your puppet and perch itself into a position up to your standards.

You were stubborn. Yoongi knew that. It was one of your few quirks that he accepted, knowing that it was never as harmless as people made it out to be. He’s learnt—known—that you were a little rough around the edges, but you were pure. Someone who needed someone else with a little more patience to understand the edges that carved out the beautiful, and unadulterated version of yourself.

So, when Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist to lift you off the step-ladder—you squeal. Then, you whine. And then it’s a thwack to Yoongi’s shoulder (the right one because as much as Yoongi has told you that he’s fully healed, you never wanted to leap over that barrier—it was endearing) as he laughs at your chagrin.

“Put me down!” you demand with a hiss, “Yoongi! Stop laughing!”

“No,” he says, and he’s glad he can’t catch the daggers you were shooting at him since you were facing forward. “Let’s take a break.”

“That implies the both of us were working,” you say dryly, “You stood on a step-ladder for five minutes. Yay. Would you like a medal?”

Yoongi huffs, “I—”

“God, the bar is so fucking low,” you mutter under your breath.

Before Yoongi can say anything to that, he tosses you onto his couch, earning an equally loud shriek at the way your body makes contact with the plush surface.

When he stands above you, you’re glaring at him so vehemently that your expression may as well as telling him to dig his own hole to get buried in.

“A half an hour break won’t hurt,” Yoongi smiles, kneeling down to reach your eye level as you scoff. Your arms are folded across your chest petulantly, pointedly avoiding the way Yoongi attempts to catch your gaze.

Yoongi rests a hand on your knee, squeezing the flesh as you pretend like it wasn’t doing anything to you. Frankly, Yoongi couldn’t tell with the way you were stubbornly clenching your jaw in vexation as you stare at the entrance of his apartment as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

You did this often. Get annoyed with Yoongi, stay silent; sulk; pretend like you were mad (maybe you were, but Yoongi likes to think you’re softer than you acted), and wait until Yoongi started to grovel.

Yoongi almost laughs, a smile threatening to make its way onto his face when the routine refreshes itself in his mind. If you were anyone else, he’d leave them on their own until they cooled down enough to listen to him, whether they agreed or not. But you were you, and as much as you exasperated him—he was a man in love. He was putty, and you had him wrapped around your finger whether you were aware of it or not.

Another squeeze and he notes you jolt ever so slightly, knees parting on instinct. He wants to smirk but he knows you’ll start cursing him out again.

“Sweetheart,” Yoongi murmurs, fully knowing that it was your favourite name. Gosh, you were unpredictable and predictable at the same time. Your nose twitches. Yoongi smiles. Score.

“The tree looks beautiful,” he reassures softly, thumb rubbing a soothing circle under your knee. He wasn’t lying. You did have an eye for things like this while Yoongi was rather simple. He appreciated aesthetics but didn’t place it as a priority. He valued company over outlook—but with you, he’d get both. “The house looks beautiful. You did a really great job at decorating.”

A shift. Your chest was slightly facing him despite your gaze still being trained to his front door.

You needed to hear these things. Yoongi knew that. You liked hearing that you were doing a good job, seeing the approving smile on Yoongi’s face even if he thought you didn’t need his approval. Who was Yoongi to deny you the everlasting truth he holds?

“You deserve a break,” he says softly, inching closer until he’s kneeled between your parted thighs, catching your dubious expression when he smiles up at you. “Let me take care of you, hm?”

“We need to finish the decorations,” you deadpan, voice impressively stable when you glare down at him.

Your legs make space for him.

“After.” He cocks his head to the side in a way that you claimed made him look cocky. But hot. Apparently. “No one’s coming over until 8 PM.”

“It’s five-forty, Yoongi,” you huff, flailing your arms to gesture towards the analogue clock on his coffee table.

“And Jungkook doesn’t know early even if it hit him in the face,” Yoongi snorts, hands now rubbing slowly up and down your thighs. You curse under your breath, something about wearing sweats instead of the shorts you were dawning. Yoongi’s not complaining. Easy access.

“Jimin said—”

“Jimin too,” Yoongi says quickly, almost huffing at the mention of the intern-turned-resident. You’ve taken a liking to his apprentice, and while Yoongi wasn’t…possessive, Jimin had a crush on you and Yoongi—well, he was your boyfriend; your partner—he was allowed to be sceptical!

(Jimin was nothing but polite to you, but the cheeky looks he’d shoot Yoongi when you weren’t looking tells him that Yoongi’s downfall was amusing to him.)

“What if Hobi comes early—?”

“I’ll tell him to fuck off,” Yoongi replies curtly.

You flick him against his forehead as he winces. You glare down at him, knuckle still pressed against his forehead so he couldn’t get any closer when you realise that he was edging closer to where he wanted to be.

“Haerin? Namjoon? You know they offered to help,” you remind.

“Namjoon would understand the innate need of a man to ravage his girlfriend in his own home,” Yoongi says.

A pretty flush appears on your cheeks as your jaw slackens. You always said Yoongi was too much. But he doesn’t think you know. Know just how much more he wants to give you—the world; the universe—all the multiverses out there if they existed.

“You’re so annoying,” you seethe.

“Okay,” he shrugs, then he shoots you a small grin. The ever soft tilt of his lips makes your features soften ever so slightly. “Now are you going to stop pretending like you’re mad at me and let me take care of you?”

“Iam mad,” you snap weakly, fingers darting out to grasp at his shoulder when he suddenly pushes your thighs apart with his hands. “We’re supposed to be decorating—!”

“You know for someone who seems to really like Christmas, you’re very grumpy,” Yoongi teases.

You gawk at him. “I’m not grumpy! I just want the decorations to be perfect—!”

“And it is.” Yoongi presses a kiss to your inner thigh, arms wrapping around your thighs as he tugs you forward. You yelp, bum on the edge of the seat as he grins up at you so widely as if you were the one doing him a favour.

You were. Every day. Being with him. Staying by his side despite the hectic year the both of you had. And you were here, in his home, a plane ride away from the home you called yours.

(“Merry Christmas,” you had said shyly, turning up on his doorstep when he blinked at you. Shocked. Stunned.)

“What if someone—” you mumble, nibbling on your lips as Yoongi can’t help but smile at you. It seems like the only thing you can evoke out of him is happiness; apparent in his expression too.

“We’ll deal with it later,” he reassures you gently. Then, he peers up at your eyes when you finally decide to grant him the liberty of looking into your gaze. “Now, I want you to sit there and let me service you. Got it?”

“Don’t say it like that,” you mutter.

“Always telling me what to do,” Yoongi huffs, shaking his head as his fingers reach towards the band of your shorts, teasing. Featherlight. He feels the goosebumps raise on your skin as you narrow your eyes menacingly at him. “Relax for me, okay?”

“Don’t tell me to relax,” you snark.

Yoongi smiles. You were so stubborn. Noisy, when you didn’t need to be. He’d need you to be quiet, and he knew exactly how to get you that way.

Your fingers are still on his shoulders, and Yoongi takes a second to turn his head, pressing a soft kiss to your right knuckle. You pinch his neck, but it’s so light that it feels like a love tap. It probably is, because when Yoongi looks up with a pointed look, all you do is huff like the petulant Princess you were.

He pulls your shorts down, greeted with the bare sight of your pussy, already glistening with your wetness. He smirks to himself. You could play this facade as much as you’d like, but Yoongi knew you and your body like the back of his hand. He learned every bit of who you were; loved every bit of who you were—he knew.

“This isn’t a reward,” you warn, hands going to clutch at the strands of his hair.

Yoongi laughs, tugging you closer until he was eye level with your pretty pussy. Before you can yell at him for laughing at you—annoyed—he dips his head, tongue darting out to catch the drop of wetness that threatens to fall to the couch beneath you.

You gasp, a sound Yoongi’s well-acquainted with and even less tired of. He’d have you moaning for him every single second of the day if he had it his way. But you were ambitious, a lady with dreams and he respected that. He’d service you, day and night, every minute—anytime. He’d settle for these moments.

“Yoongi…” you say breathlessly, legs twitching when he hooks a knee over his shoulder for better leverage.

“Taste so good,” he whispers against your mound, tongue dragging up your slit to collect all your wetness towards your swollen pearl. When his appendage drags against the bud, your back arches, sensitive as ever and just how Yoongi likes you.

“Don’t tease,” you scowl, voice shaky when you tug at his hair.

“Me?” He feigns innocence, pulling away to shoot you a lopsided smirk as you glare at him, cheeks already flushed. Yoongi feels all the blood rush to his cock just by looking at your beautiful (yet, angry) face. “I’d never.”

Yoongi decides to spare you the wait, leaning in and wrapping his lips around your clit as you gasp, legs almost snapping shut. He keeps them spread, palm digging into the meat of your thighs as he laps against your sodden folds, your clit—swirling and pressing like he wanted to imprint himself upon your skin forever.

Yoongiloved giving head. To you. He never divulged his sex life with any of his co-workers, with the exception of Namjoon (and even then, the details were very sparse because your business wasn’t his—and he didn’t want anyone else to know just how amazing you were). But he’s heard stories of men who weren’t so keen on giving head, claiming that it wasn’t as satisfying as being on the receiving end.

Yoongi would always keep his opinions to himself but the eye roll remained. They were selfish lovers. Period.

Even if that was the case, Yoongi thinks you must’ve done some magic on him because anything you did, any little reaction you gave him—aroused him. He was insanely attracted to you, attuned to your body like a snake to fiddle and he could almost laugh at how whipped he was. Having you this way, spread out so pliantly for him, pussy clenching around nothing as your bud pulses against his tongue—was his definition of sexual gratification.

“Y-Yoongi—,” you mewl, legs clamping against his ears as he feels you shudder under his ministrations.

God, you were so fucking sexy. Your breathless moans, the way your fingers wrap themselves tighter around his strands of hair to ground yourself; the half-lidded gaze you shoot him from above like an angel peering over her people—you were so tantalising and Yoongi couldn’t get enough of you.

Then, powered by his devotion, Yoongi delves in deeper and sucks on your clit like he was on a mission to suck the soul out of your body. A high pitched sob escapes your lips, your legs vibrating by the side of his face as he smiles into your sodden cunt, feeling the way your hole pulses uncontrollably.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you chant, voice hoarse when you do juxtaposing actions—your hands pushing him away when he feels you shake under his actions, and your legs keeping his head firmly put where he wants to be. Either way, Yoongi wasn’t going to stop until you were coming.

“That’s it,” he encourages with a smirk. And to seal the deal, he adds two fingers—quick because he knows you can take it—and curls them up until it hit the spot that made you—

“Yoongi!” His name sounds like heaven when it rolls off your tongue and he’s so hard that it almost hurts. But he’s on a mission to get you off. A reward for himself despite your earlier warning, and an act that fits into the context of gifting season.

You cum. Loud. Wet. Messy. The sounds are so obscene when Yoongi slurps against your oversensitive cunt, your hands weakly pushing his head away with a breathless whine when he continues to lap at the honey that pours out. You taste so good that Yoongi’s head is a little hazy. Your wetness is smeared all across the bottom half of his face and he couldn’t have had it any other way.

When he pulls away, he feels fucked out—and he watches the way your chest heaves up and down in exertion when you stare at him with a dumbfounded expression.

“What the hell,” is all you say. He knows it was good, and he gives you a parting kiss to your thigh before he pushes himself up.

“Tis’ the season, sweetheart,” he smiles.

You gape at him, your eyes boring into his skull as if you were attempting to regain some sense of consciousness. But before Yoongi can ask, you’re pulling him down onto the couch with you, and with wobbly legs—you perch yourself on his lap.

“You can’t just do that and not give me your dick,” you deadpan.

Yoongi blinks, then he bursts out laughing. His shoulder shakes when you continue to glare at him, both in annoyance and in desire.

“Thought we needed to get back to decorating,” Yoongi throws your own words back to you as your face morphs into a scowl, brows furrowed in a way that tempts Yoongi into brushing his thumb in-between them to placate your expression.

“Now you want to decorate?” you scoff, hands resting on his shoulders as his own naturally find their way to your waist, squeezing the flesh that’s bare of clothes with the way your sweater has ridden up.

“Someone once told me that the decorations needed to be perfect,” he shrugs noncommittally, thumb rubbing against your skin as he feels you shudder under his touch.

“Well that someone wants you to fuck her,” you snap.

“I have a girlfriend so I don’t think she’d be too happy about that.”

You roll your eyes, and Yoongi feels all the more accomplished when he spots the quirk of the corner of your lips at his silly statement.

“At least I know you won’t go run off with some lady,” you huff as your hands are busy with the drawstring of his sweats, already palming his hardened length over the fabric.

Yoongi’s breath hitches, feeling the heat in his body travel to his lower region with the way your tinier hands engulf his cock over his sweats like second nature.

You looked so pretty like this. Your hair was slightly matted down after your shower when you left it to air-dry, and there’s the semi-permanent frown on your face that he always jokes about being good for pre-mature wrinkles—but it’s you. The same girl, woman, he’s loved since he was eighteen. Now, the both of you were older, and finally together.

It’s funny how things in life worked out sometimes.

“Never,” he grins widely, one hand retreating from your waist to stop you before you can get your hands under his sweatpants—even if his cock was dying for some form of friction, already riled up after witnessing your orgasm.

“Yoongi,” you whine with a pout, “We don’t have time!”

Yoongi smirks. “Then we can go back to decorating.”

You frown at him, and he spots the way your eyebrow twitches as he stifles his laughter.

“I don’t want to decorate now,” you sniff, “I want to sit on your dick.”

“Come on, has chivalry really died?” he muses, “Where’s my kiss?”

“I’m a lady, Min Yoongi,” you say with narrowed eyes, and Yoongi’s indulging in the way your cheeks flush a deeper shade.

“What happened to modern-day feminism?” Yoongi chuckles, voice lifting into a tease as you gawk at him.

Even if he was hard beyond belief, he enjoyed sharing moments like these with you. When you were you, and he was him. Where all your conduct and expectations were knocked over whenever you were with him; the little snarks that you’d throw at him when Yoongi would poke at your buttons. It’s a dynamic that’s always existed between the both of you—a push and pull that he’ll never get tired of.

“Are you seriously going to equate me not initiating a kiss as proof of how chivalry has died when you menwere—!”

But, Yoongi’s still a man, as you loved to remind him whenever he’d annoy you a little more than usual. And despite the way he loves having you like this—he wants to be inside of you, to fill you up to the brim and feel your heat envelop him like you were made to take him.

So, Yoongi wraps his thumb and index finger around your chin to swoop you in for a kiss, pressing his lips tightly—yet with warmth—against your own, feeling the way you immediately melt into his touch.

“I’m teasing,” he reminds lightly, still murmuring the words against your lips.

“You’re so annoying,” you say breathlessly, and then you’re pushing back onto him until his back hits the back of the sofa.

You waste no time getting him out of his sweatpants, haphazardly tugging the material down until it pools under his thighs as opposed to getting it fully off of him. As expected, you were on a time crunch and you were a woman on a mission.

“Use your hand,” he directs, leaning back to enjoy the way you take charge even if it’s just for a moment.

You lift yourself off his lap ever so slightly to wrap your hand around his shaft, eliciting a hiss from Yoongi when he feels you squeeze the base of his cock. Yoongi usually took control in the bedroom even if it wasn’t a fixed role. Naturally, you took control in most aspects of your life and even in the dynamics of your relationship—so you often allowed Yoongi full reign over your sexual reprieve. Yoongi didn’t have a preference but it would be a lie to not admit that seeing all the ripostes filled with fire die on your lips when you sought for his commands—his validation—was enthralling.

“Slowly. Just the tip,” he continues, voice strict as he sees the way your lower lip juts out in potential defiance. He shoots you a look. A warning. He wonders if you’ll decide to disobey today.

“It’ll fit,” you whine, “You always fit.”

Yoongi hides his groan well. His eyes flutter shut ever so slightly when he feels himself lose control when the tip of his cock breaches your fluttering pussy. He’s been inside of you enough times, but every time is a new experience. He’d never get tired of the pop that it makes when he passes the threshold, the gasp that you and he let out as if you were synced to each other.

“Patience,” he says with a small smirk, thumb rubbing against your cheek when your teary and desperate eyes peer up at him. “Sink down just a little for me.”

You do, and he feels more of your heat engulf him as his other hand squeezes around your waist. God, the way you were pulsing around him makes his head spin. But the way you squirm above him is even better. So, he holds out a little bit longer, taking every bit of self-control to not fuck upwards until you were putty in his arms.

“Yoongiplease,” you mewl, forehead dropping onto his shoulder as he laughs. The vibrations cause you to let out a breathy whimper when his cock jostles ever so slightly in your cunt. You wrap your arms around his shoulder, clinging onto him as if he was your last lifeline.

“Doing so well for me,” he croons, tracing his fingers up and down your spine as you shiver. “Last bit for me, love. You can take it.”

“I can,” you warble, finally sheathing his cock deep in your cunt as you let out a sinful gasp, head was thrown back when he’s nestled deep in your pussy. You didn’t top often, mostly because Yoongi was so big that it made you feel so whole—according to you. But when you did, Yoongi knows it’s an experience that the both of you want to replicate, over and over.

You don’t move, your manners impeccable when you await his commands. Yoongi knows that you know that he’d never really punish you for disobeying him. But he knew that you liked this—liked waiting for the green light; liked the way that Yoongi controlled your actions that delivered mind-numbing pleasure.

You rest your hands on his chest, and he slowly palms your waist—then the underside of your breast, and finally your mounds as you remain still on his cock.

He slips off your sweater with ease, no dragging it out—nothing particularly sexy about it. Almost intimate when the two of you share a smile. Soft and warm. Just like Christmas. Just like this moment.

“Thank you for coming,” Yoongi whispers, suddenly feeling sentimental. Really, he always felt this way around you. An overwhelming sense of feeling that he needed to get off his chest. He never knew he could be as expressive as he is, not until you were his, and him—yours. “Thank you for decorating my home. For inviting everyone over to spend the holidays with us.”

You flush. You’re not usually this shy. But you hide your face ever so slightly when you duck your head down.

“You don’t need to thank me,” you mumble. It’s intimate; the way his cock is firm inside your cunt—hard as a rock—as you possess the ability to rock forward and bring the both of you home. The both of you choose not to, just for a second. “I never got to celebrate Christmas like this. It’s…nice.”

You say the last part quietly, voice hushed in a whisper as Yoongi shoots you a small smile. When you look up, your cheeks are so flushed that he’s tempted to tease you. But you squeeze his shoulders, a nervous habit whenever you felt like you were about to go on a ramble. Yoongi knows this, so he waits.

“Christmas wasn’t fun,” you tell him, “My parents never really cared for the holidays. And Haerin…well, we weren’t close. You were the only one that really paid attention to me so…I wanted to do this right.”

Yoongi’s heart clenches at your soft tone, almost as if it was your inner-child speaking and not you. You rest your cheek against his chest as he holds you tighter to his body.

“I’m sorry for being so…anal about this,” you wince, “It’s just—I want this Christmas to be perfect. And I want things to look pretty so we can take loads of pictures for memories.”

“You know this Christmas is already perfect because you’re here with me, don’t you?” Yoongi finally speaks up, the words uttered into your hair as you scoff.

You pull away, the you that he’s always known slightly returning as you narrow your eyes at him.

“Don’t be such a cheeseball,” you say with a scrunch of your face, “You know what I mean! It’s our first Christmas together and I want it to be special! And you think the star is fine when it’s clearly off-centred! You know—I really hope our kids don’t inherit that habit of yours because—”

Yoongi freezes, his hands stilling against your waist as his eyes blow out wide. You’re still rambling, going off your mini tirade. Your mouth is moving but he can’t really piece out anything except for the fact that you took a one-eighty and was now calling him an idiot, along with some other words that he’s gotten way too used to.

Kids.

Ourkids.

Yoongi’s heart seizes in his chest, and he can already picture it. Years from now. Or even a year. Who knows—fuck, he doesn’t care but he can see it. Christmas Eve. You’re decorating the tree again, and Yoongi isn’t helping you because your daughter—or your son—or both—is helping you. They’ve inherited your stubbornness that takes years of Yoongi’s life away, but also your livelihood, the energy that brings you so far—and it makes his life brighter.

He sees the matching sweaters, a cheesy tradition that he never liked until this picture came to mind. He sees the hot chocolate; the whipped cream moustache that he doesn’t tell you about so he can snap a picture. Fuck. He sees it all—and suddenly, he needs to—”

“—like I know it’s not that deep but it is! The star was off-centred, and it’s obvious—” You don’t finish your words because Yoongi’s planting his feet against the floor, and hands around your waist, before he’s thrusting upwards.

“Fuck!” you squeal, caught off guard by the sudden force that knocks the air out of your lungs. But Yoongi’s delirious, the visual in his mind never leaving when he continues to fuck upwards, deep into your sodden pussy as you let out cries of pleasure at his ministrations.

“You want my kids?” His voice is uncharacteristically soft for someone who’s holding you so tight to his body, thrusting his shaft deeper and deeper into your hot walls as you cling onto him for support.

“I-Is that what—fuck—you got from what I said?” you snap, but he knows you’re flustered. You’re glaring at him, but your mouth falls into a pretty little ‘o’ when Yoongi pulls you down on his cock at the same time he thrusts upwards.

“Tell me,” he grunts, feeling the way your cunt clenches around his length as he lets out a low groan. You moan a high-pitched sound that he freezes to memory as one hand releases your hips to tilt your chin up so that you were looking at him. “Tell me you see it too.”

“Y-Yoongi, shit, fuck,” you babble on, mewling incoherencies as your eyes meet his manic ones. The sound of skin slapping against the skin is obscene, and the Christmas music you were playing earlier is muted by how loud you’re getting, along with the squelches of your cunt.

“Tell me,” he growls, “Do you see it? Christmas morning? With me? With kids?”

You squeal when another hand leaves your hips to play with your clit. The arms around his shoulder are the only things keeping you rooted in position as your eyes pierce into his own. You felt so fucking good around him that he feels himself already losing it—but he needed to know. He needed to hear it from you.

“I-I—” You’re struggling with your words because Yoongi’s fucking you so hard and fast that it’s a little hard for him to think too.

“Fuck, I’ll give you kids, all right,” he snaps, bringing your lips to him and captures it in a blazing kiss. You moan into his mouth when he bites on your lower lip, all while he speeds up the finger working against your clit. It’s pulsing. It’s wet. You were close—he could feel it. “I’ll give you everything you want. A home. A family. The world.”

“F-Fuck, Yoongi,” you sob, “I’m going—I’m gonna cum, please, please—”

“Shit, I’m so—” Yoongi laughs tightly against your mouth, the both of you breathing into each other as he shoves his cock upward and stays there for a beat longer as you let out a garbled moan. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

You pull away to give him a tired but satiated smile. “I-I’ve—ah—heard.”

“Look at me,” he whispers, hips still working upwards as he finally feels your vixen-like grip around his shaft. A guttural moan leaves his lips, his eyes shutting in a moment of weakness before they’re open again—only to see your gaze falling onto his own.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he commands, and suddenly—like magic—you’re clamping down on him as you convulse around his cock, legs shaking and body shuddering.

Somewhere in the midst of your orgasm, your shaky fingers find their way in-between Yoongi’s ones. You grip his hand so tightly, and he feels the press of the ring he promised you a year ago bite into his skin. It drives him crazy—crazy enough that he continues rubbing at your clit through your climax. Yoongi cums with you, hot spurts with a promise painting your inner walls as you cry out his name.

Your sweaty bodies are pressed together when you attempt to catch your breath. Your hand is still squeezing Yoongi’s, and he doesn’t intend on letting go either. He feels his cum leak out of your cunt when he begins to soften. You don’t make an effort to move, only rests your head against his shoulder as he feels your chest heave.

The two of you stay there. He’s not sure for how long, but it feels nice having you against him like this. He should probably pull out and clean up the mess before guests actually start arriving while the two of you were anything but presentable. You’d probably yell at him for dragging you into this. And he’d let you, every—single—time.

“Love,” he murmurs, wondering if you’d fallen asleep. You got tired after sex, and while he wanted to let you rest—he didn’t have an eye for aesthetics like you did. He didn’t want to burn twice. But his curiousity—his desire—still wins. “Were you serious?”

He feels your body stiffen ever so slightly before it relaxes. He helps your body upright so that he could see your face when he got an answer. He could wait; he knew people said things during sex that didn’t really translate into their daily lives. He just needed confirmation.

“I…”

“I was serious,” he adds on softly, brushing hair away from your cheek when he pulls your face closer, nose brushing against your own. “I’ll give you anything you want. And if you want…”

“I do,” you mumble shyly, looking away. “I want…kids. With you.”

Yoongi feels his heart soar, and he really can’t stop the wide grin that appears on his face when you snuggle into his chest, playing with his fingers as you look anywhere but his face.

“I mean obviously we’d have to be married first but I still want kids,” you say quickly, almost childishly as if you were hinting at something.

Yoongi smiles, looking down at you as if you had painted the star in the sky for him.

“Obviously,” he reiterates with a teasing grin. “You just got to be patient.”

You huff, opening your mouth to say something before you decide against it. “No public proposals. I don’t want to break your heart in front of an audience.”

Yoongi hides his laugh. “Okay. Thank you for your consideration.”

“And…” you continue, words muffled with the way your cheek is pressed against his chest. “Nothing gaudy.”

“Got it,” he nods. He knew that. Of course, he did. But hearing it from you, speaking as if your future together was absolute—made him softer around the edges. The way he’s like only when he was with you.

“But don’t make me wait forever! I waited this long to…” you trail off, sheepish. “…to be with you…and I don’t want to wait too long. If not I’ll be infertile. And old. And ugly.”

God, Yoongi’s heart was going to burst. He can’t help the laughter that bubbles inside his chest as you scowl at him with an annoyed glare.

“Whatever happens, I’ll never leave you,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to the peak of your cheekbone as you sniff, pleased. “You got to try a lot harder than that.”

“You better not,” you warn, hugging him tighter.

A beat. Yoongi’s heartbeat—he’s sure you heard.

Then:

“I love you,” Yoongi says.

You smile into his chest.

“I love you too,” you murmur, shy.

Just as you’re about to lean up to press a kiss against his lips, his phone vibrates in his pocket. It’s a surprise that it’s managed this far through your escapades. He shoots you an apologetic expression as he fishes for his device.

When he slides open his notification, he’s already bracing for another round of expletives from you.

From: Kim Namjoon

Haerin and i are 5 minutes away. hope our presence can help w the decorations lol

Also, dw, ___ is scary but at least you’ll have back-up

All You Ask, You May Have It || Jung Hoseok

❁ Pairing: Jung Hoseok x fem reader

❁ Summary: Yn works for a very shady organization, her boss would not hesitate to destroy her if it is necessary, the mission is to scam one of Korea’s most powerful CEO, your plan is to seduce him of course, get the information required by your superiors and escape, if you fail you lose everything if you succeed you are set for life.

Little did you know, things do not always go as planned.

❁  Word count:  2,3k

❁  Genre: angst, fluff.

❁  Warnings: slight reference of intercourse.

❁AN: i know what are you thinking, why start a new series when i have 2 i haven’t updated yet? Sorry i couldn’t help myself, i hope you enjoy it my lovelies, plss write down comments to follow up.

.*:･ﾟ✧ all rights reserved©

You tuck your dress to side inside the car, automatically taking a look with your phone camera, your make up is intact, you needed to look more than perfect tonight, in fact, if something goes wrong you could lose everything that you had been working on the last two months plus having to face with your scary boss that would not hesitate to literally destroy you, so you needed to play your part well.

As you arrive to the hotel and the staff was quick to lead you to the event, soon a crowd of high-status people was surrounding you, everybody in their circle, even though it was a party nobody seemed to have their guard down, some with a bored look in their faces as they were sick of these kinds of events where everybody was pretending behind a friendly smile.

As you take a champagne glass from the waiter and sipped, your eyes were looking for the most important person in the entire room: Kim Namjoon.

“You see that man, right at my corner, he is Kim Namjoon” said your boss V sipping his cappuccino, his hands covered in golden rings, his casual but incredibly expensive clothes, the dead look in his eyes, his whole persona was from an outsider a classy man, but you that had work enough time with him, is still difficult getting accustomed to his intimidating aura.

You two were having brunch in a very fancy french place, in downtown Seoul.

Your gaze poses on the manly figure having a light meal with a bunch of middle aged men, he stood up dressed head to toe in designer suit, Rolex on his wrist, brown hair slicked down, he was handsome for sure.

“I thought that he would be forty year old with a decaying hairline” you commented pinching your dessert and having a taste.

“Me too” he looked at you “he is your mission” V grabbed a piece of your dessert and hummed savoring pastry.

“I don´t think it would be difficult, Mr. V” you glace again at man that was now lurking on his phone oblivious “It would take a month or two” you saw a little smirk on your boss lips.

“Well then, you better don´t disappoint” he called the waiter and paid the check.

You needed to catch Namjoon attention, after all you been studying this man for two months, every move you make is calculated and couldn’t allow yourself to slip up, V has made a significant investment in this mission, and you needed to pay your debt, you were interwind with a very dangerous organization and their business partners, if you couldn’t do the job they would probably got rid of you and replace you, but not everything is bad, if you do things right means that you are set for life, the bigger the risk the more rewarding award.

The bubbly persona that you had been studying was now on full display while you talk with some guests at the party, you haven’t even spotted Namjoon closest circle, so maybe chatting with some random people get you some information.

“And by the way, I know the reason why someone like Kim Namjoon had organized this business party disguised as a charity event” said the woman with immaculate appearance, crimson lips and big diamond earrings.

“Really?” you opened your eyes pretending innocence and surprise.

“oh yeah,  I got some friends that occasionally invest on his company, they are generous so from time to time they go to lunch together, get invited to his parties, you know the drill…” she paused while you nodded pretending to understand “anyway, the point is that he was trying to pull investors for his new project or whatever and my friends recognized some not trustworthy people, apparently some new rich bitcoin coons, they warned him but he didn’t listened, I don’t know the details so don’t ask me, but he got scammed and lost face in front of everybody, now I was just sharing my theory with Jinyoung and Mathew” she said with a expectant smirk on her face.

“I’m intrigued” you lead her on.

“The excuse is the charity for funding schools in some god forsaken country, but all this flamboyant party is in reality a way to say that the scam situation hasn’t face him at all, like last month he’s on the news scammed written on big letters, but now he has all the money to spend in this lavish dinner and party” Jinyoung and Mathew agreed with her while you sipped your second glass of champagne.

“But the question here is all smoke and mirrors?” you asked rhetorically.

The three people nodded.

“I’m Jihyo, by the way” she offered her hand and you took it shaking it with a smile.

“I’m yn, is a pleasure to meet you” you responded, Mathew and Jinyoung also introduced themselves.

“What are you doing here, if you don’t mind me asking” said Jihyo.

Because you were training for this, getting into character you were not nervous at all, the trick to a good lie is to always take elements that are real and incorporate them into your story.

“To be honest, my boss sent me because he didn’t want to attend himself, if anyone asks, I’m instructed to said he on a wedding in Italy, he picked me for this event to represent him” you lied without hesitation.

“Where do you work?” asked Jinyoung.

“Do you know Park & Choi co.?” they all nodded “Then you are speaking with the assistant of their lobby’s departments president.” You added.

“Damn you must be good at your job, those people don’t let anybody that they don’t trust handle their business” said Jihyo impressed.

After chatting for some minutes, you excused yourself to the bathroom to refocus on your mission, retouching your lipstick in the bathroom two supermodel like girls entered, one clearly upset.

“Why he is so mean to me? I don’t understand!” said the girl whining.

“He is playing games is Park Jimin afterall, like you were supposed to enjoy the short time he gave you his attention” said her brunette friend.

You recognized that name, Park Jimin, one of Namjoon’s biggest competitors, also a womanizer asshole.

“I know Park Jimin” you said to them, catching their attention.

“Do you?” replied a little too aggressive the heartbroken girl.

“Yeah my friend was as devasted as you are right now”

“What did you say?!”

“Dahyun! Excuse her, I’ve been trying to warned her to lower her expectations but she didn’t listen” said the other girl.

“It’s ok, he is trash though” you added, both girls chuckled agreeing with you.

“Yeah, to be honest I wasn’t even supposed to be with him” said the girl named Dahyun “Like my brother hates him and everything” she spoke as she was about to cry.

Suddenly you recognize the girl, as Namjoon’s sister, you knew that she was a spoiled brat that knew no better that partying and spending money on unnecessary expensive stuff, the other girl must be her friend.

“You should had listened to Namjoon oppa, he was right about him” her friend told her, Dahyun rolled her eyes.

“You are so annoying, Nayeon, you always defend him, I know you are in love with him or whatever but be on my side sometimes!”

You raised an eyebrow, interesting, now you have competition, well she was pretty and all, but you would not take any chances to get the job done.

“Wait a minute you are mister Kim’s sister, right?” you asked her pretending surprise, she nodded. “Miss Kim, it’s an honour, I’m Kang Yn”

“Don’t get all formal all of the sudden” she said to you “I can imagine you are as bored as I am, and if you want me to introduce you to my brother, don’t, he is a sexist bastard and doesn’t do business with women” your smile slightly deflated at the fully composed Dahyun.

“He is not sexist, Namjoon oppa is just traditional!” defended Nayeon

 “whatever” Dahyun replied to her friend “if you can excuse us” she said while walking off the restroom with her friend Nayeon following after.

You had to make the connection with Namjoon as soon as possible, you didn’t feel good about his sister’s best friend being around him, she was like a lost puppy, pathetic.

Maybe a cigarette could make things better.

On the balcony you pull out of your purse a cig just to curse out loud because you didn’t bring the lighter.

“Need some light?” a soft but manly voice asked behind you, you turn over and before your eyes was Park Jimin, the devil himself.

“Yes, please” you put the cigarette in your mouth and he light it on for you not losing the eye contact, you inhaled the smoke and then exhaled it feeling more relaxed. “Thanks…”

“Jimin, Park Jimin” he said with a smile.

“Oh so you are THE Park Jimin” you replied taking another smoke.

“so you heard of me” he stated playful little smile still on.

“Well some girls where talking shit on the bathroom” you teased, the man was attractive for sure.

“Let me guess, one is a brunette and the other is a black-haired girl” he asserted and you nodded. “That’s what I thought”

“You ex is a little upset let me tell you” you said to him, he laughed at your statement.

“Dahyun is not my ex, she doesn’t have maturity level enough to involve herself in a relationship”

“So you are a heartbreaker?” smiled at him smoking once again your cigarette.

“Not with you, may I have your number?” he said confident, it would hurt to say no to a very handsome multimillionaire, but it was something you had to do, because your life was on the line.

“I’m sorry, mister Park, I’m compromised with someone else” you looked at him in the eye.

“May I have your name?” he said with the same confidence that you had to smile almost flustered.

“My name is Kang yn”

“My pleasure, miss Kang” he said kissing your hand “And by the way before you go, if there is somebody that is heartbroken, that person must be me”

“And why is that?” you asked expecting another flirting line

“Mister Kim Namjoon himself, the host of this party, it’s about to marry my girlfriend, isn’t that ironic?”

You had to make seam as you didn’t care, but that was definitely something you were not expecting.

“Ironic?”

“I may have fooled around with his little sister, but he got with the only person I only care about”

“For what it was said to me, mister Kim didn’t have a formal relationship nor did he want one”

And it was true, you did well your research, what is this marriage thing all of the sudden.

“Because he is a business man, first, human second, the only thing that matters to him is money, for him it’s game getting with Jisoo and I don’t know why I’m telling you this, I’m sorry” he apologized lowering his gaze.

“You needed to tell someone that, Mr. Park, I hope you enjoy the rest of the night” you said to him turning around just to hear his voice again.

“Please call me, Jimin” he told you confident smile again on his face “and I hope to see you again” you nodded while walking away.

As soon as you saw the waiter with a tray full of champagne glasses, you chugged discretely three other glasses of the golden liquid, leaving you a little tipsy.

That changed the course of your plans, you studied the man, yes, his job was his whole life, but he was man after all, and a man has necessities, Namjoon wasn’t the exception, he always had a woman’s company maybe not every day but at least once a week, so when did he had time to engage to somebody, it simply can’t be.

The universe must hear your thoughts because there it was, Kim Namjoon with an elegant and beautiful woman under his arm, as you saw the shooting daggers that Park Jimin was sending with his eyes to them, you assumed he was with Jisoo.

What to do?

Maybe you should plan another time to meet him, like you didn’t have to marry him or anything just maintain a low key relationship, not necessarily romantic, to get close to all the financial info that you could get your hands on.

Feeling defeated and miscalculating some steps you almost fell to the ground but a pair of strong arms save you from your fall.

“Watch out, miss” his voice was warm, as you turned around to encounter a worried expression looking back at you.

“I’m sorry, sir, are you okay? You asked a little embarrassed.

“It is me that it has to ask you that question” he replied not letting your hands go until you got back your balance.

“I’m more than fine, just tripped with something, but thank you for helping me”

“I’m grateful that i was near to help, miss…?”

“Kang yn” you responded, today you had introduced yourself more that you were accustomed.

“You look beautiful today, miss yn” he took your hand and kissed it.

“Thank you…”

“Call me Hoseok” he said to you.

“Hoseok”

“My name sounds a thousand times better when you say it” he assured you with a smile.

“What a coincidence, mine too”

Hours and a few drinks later, Hoseok was thrusting inside of you making you moan, you were on his suite on this same hotel with a nice view, he couldn’t help himself when you took off your dress, leaving marks on your neck and sucking your breast.

It was a last minute thing, but it worked out.

You could not make a move that was not deeply calculated, sleeping with Hoseok was a full made decision.

But what he has to do in this whole thing, you ask.

Well, he is Namjoon best friend and business partner and your next best chance to keep your plan going.

Hoseok was your access to Namjoon, and you were not going to waste this opportunity.

Make You Know Love

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Summary & Masterlist

A03

Pairings: ot7 x female

Warnings: alcohol

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“I don’t remember falling in love with you, I just remember holding your hand realizing how much it was going to hurt when I would have to let it go” - Unknown

***

“Taz!” Jungkook exclaimed frantically.

“Jungkook? What’s wrong?”

The three men all turned their attention her way.

“Put it on speaker,” Hoseok demanded, grabbing her phone and doing it for her.

“-what happened! I just-I left to use the bathroom for like 2 seconds! That’s it!” Jungkook trailed off, Korean tumbling out of his mouth in what she knew was panicked curses.

“Hey, it’s okay, just tell me what happened. You’re okay,” She consoled, doing her best to bring his attention back to her.

“I won’t be after I tell you what happened,” He mumbled.

She paused. “…What the hell did you do, Kook?”

“I maybe, sorta, kinda…lit…your kitchen on fire?”

“You did what?”

“It was an accident, I swear!” He exclaimed and Anastasia could hear Jimin and Hoseok snickering behind her.

“Sh!” She snapped, making them flinch.

Turning back to her phone she asked, “are you fucking with me right now?”

“No”

She pinched the bridge of her nose, “Okay, so, how did you manage…that?”

“I was making food and I didn’t see the kitchen towel by the stove and I just left for a second to use the bathroom and when I came back….there were a lot of flames”

She hung up, rushing to the bathrooms, making it all the way into the hallway before slumping into the wall.  She slid to the floor, clutching her mouth as she fought off the rising urge to puke.

She was going to be evicted, she was going to have to pay for repairs, she wouldn’t have a place to stay.

She flinched violently when a hand landed softly on her shoulder. “Don’t touch me.”

“Maybe it’s not that bad,” Jimin murmured, crouching beside her.

She could feel the tears welling but nodded nonetheless. They stayed there for a while, Jimin affectionately brushing her hair back behind her ear and rubbing her back.

“Come on, let’s go,” He hummed a minute or two later, encouraging her to stand up. “Hoseok, take-” Jimin hesitated, not remembering Beatrice’s name, “-Anastasia’s friend back, we’re gonna get a car.”

Anastasia didn’t have it in her to argue, so she just weakly said goodbye to her new friend and followed Jimin out.

It was a pretty busy area so there was a plethora of transportation available, Jimin quickly flagging someone down. He helped her in, sliding in right after, and told the driver her address.

***

The hoards of policemen and firefighters outside when the cab pulled up threatened to send Anastasia over the edge again, but Jimin was quick to comfortingly wrap his arms around her. She couldn’t fathom why she felt so safe when not even a half-hour ago she wanted the ground to swallow her whole every time he so much as glanced her way.

“Taz!” She was tackled the second she stepped out.

“Get off.” She wasn’t stable enough to put any emotion into her voice.

Jungkook flinched back, not expecting her cold demeanour.

“Taz?” He murmured cupping her cheeks but she shrugged him off.

If she paid him attention, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stop herself from doing something she might later regret.

Nervously, she approached her apartment, her heart clenching uncomfortably at her roastedkitchen.

“Excuse me, Miss Lloyd?” She turned at the sound of her last name, coming face to face with the landlord.

***

Breach of contract. Evicted.

Anastasia sat on the corner of her mattress with her head in her hands. What was she going to do? Where would she go? So many thoughts swirled around until she couldn’t understand them anymore.

With a heavy sigh, she got up to take a shower. There was no way she would be able to sleep, so after the shower, she zoned out to a crappy tv show.

The next time she looked at the clock it was 4 am. She had class at 8 am.

Shutting her laptop and tossing it to the other side of the bed, she scooted down and rolled onto her side. She was so frustrated, too frustrated to sleep, so she tossed and turned until the sun began to rise.

The day continued in a blur and luckily no one came over to try and talk. She thought she might combust if Jungkook or one of his friends came over and hounded her for attention.

She had been left alone the whole day, so she was startled when a familiar hooded figure was leaning against her door when she came home from her evening class.

“Yoongi?”

He imperceptibly titled his head as his one visible eye met hers.

“What are you doing here?”

“Do you wanna get out of here?”

“Excuse me?”

“Jungkook, Hoseok, and Jimin are all in your apartment right now,” He said in his lazy drawl.

Anastasia glanced at the door, hesitating. “Okay”

She wanted to get away if only just for a little while, she didn’t want to be responsible and in charge of her future. She wanted to be free to run away.

The two made it all the way back down the stairs and around the corner before Anastasia started hyperventilating and had to sit down with her head between her knees.

Breach of contract. Evicted. The words repeated over and over until her head spun. Relaxing her head back against the wall, she closed her eyes.

Time passed unacknowledged until she eventually calmed down, and when she opened her eyes again, Yoongi stood beside her. His dark hair was almost completely covering his eyes and he had a black mask covering the rest of his face, but his silhouette was somehow comforting.

Holding her hand out, she silently asked for him to help her up.

There was a beat of silence before he cautiously pulled his hand from his jean pocket and gripped hers, pulling her up with more force than expected. Unprepared, she stumbled into his chest.

“Payback?” She snickered, deranged, into his chest.

What had gotten into her? Was she really that desperate that she’d run off with someone she’d just met? Someone that didn’t even like her?

Maybe so, but running off with him felt more favorable than facing her anger towards Jungkook and the weight of homelessness and responsibility.

And so they ran, hand in hand, away.Neither of them seemed to have a destination in mind, only away. When she looked back, his eyes were as blank as ever, but there was humor in them.

Taking a chance, they sprinted across the too-busy-to-be-jaywalking street and kept running until they could no longer see the dreaded apartment building. Multiple times they saved each other from hitting people until they eventually slowed to a stop, clutching their sides, laughter bubbling up inside.

Somewhere along the way, Yoongi had removed his mask and suddenly Anastasia was struck by his beauty. The sun was setting, complementing his expression with a beautiful pinkish-orange hue. He wasn’t quite laughing, but there was a grin on his lips that she’d never seen before.

Slowly, their smiles faded as they stared at each other, not saying anything. Anastasia furrowed her brow, what was this feeling?

“Come on,” She nudged, motioning to the taxi that rolled to a stop a little ways away.

There was an elderly woman inside the cab and Yoongi gingerly helped her out as Anastasia slipped in through the other side.

They drove in silence for around thirty minutes before they got to the more tightly populated part of the city, filled with little boutiques and tourist attractions.

“Here’s fine!” She called, startling the driver a little. Yoongi had his mask up again, but Anastasia thought she saw his cheeks lift and so she grinned back at him.

She felt good, happy.Nothing mattered at that moment.

Yoongi slipped the driver some cash and they both tumbled out of the vehicle, small giggles leaving her lips.

The foot traffic was considerably heavier there and, not wanting to lose Yoongi in the crowd, she laced her fingers with his. Or maybe she just wanted to hold someone’s hand.

Spotting what had prompted her to tell the driver to stop, she tugged gently on Yoongi’s hand and began making her way to the entrance. It was a small bar that she’d never been to but had always intended to visit

A little bell chimed the moment they stepped in and Yoongi pulled his mask down to rest under his chin, looking around. The place was beginning to fill up, but there was space by the bar for them to sit.

Grinning, she turned to Yoongi, “Let’s drink.”

That was how the night continued on, filled with alcohol and reckless decisions. As the hours passed, they ended up at a club, Anastasia dancing freely while Yoongi watched from the bar. She was still in the cropped t-shirt and jeans she wore to class, not nearly club-appropriate attire, but she didn’t care. For once she didn’t care.

“Yoongi! Yoongi!” She stumbled over, almost too drunk to stand.

“Yes, jagi?” He hadn’t drunk nearly as much as her and if she was a little soberer, she would have noticed the mirth in his expression.

“I had a th—I had a thought,” she giggled, leaning heavily into his side.

“Oh? What was your thought?” He humored.

She cupped her hand over her mouth like it was a secret, then proceeded to say loud enough for everyone around them to hear, “What if we got a hotel room? I don’t want to go home~” she whined.

Yoongi quirked an eyebrow but didn’t argue, the intoxicated woman reminding him of Jungkook and Jimin when they drank.

“Whatever you want,” He agreed easily, standing up and placing a hand on her back to guide her to the exit, making sure he grabbed her bag that he’d been watching.

Anastasia bounced to the music as they moved, her head bobbing offbeat.

…..

Let’s drink. Anastasia should’ve known that nothing good ever followed those words.

Where was she? Minimal light was shining through the cracks in the closed drapes, but she could still clearly see the room she was in. It was clean and empty of anything personal, just a dresser, a mirror, a small bench, and the bed. A very large bed at that.

She winced at the taste in her mouth, her tongue feeling like it was glued to the roof of her mouth. The pounding in her head was irritating, but not intolerable.

Rolling over deeper into the covers, she contemplated her life choices. She couldn’t remember most of what had happened the night before, the last thing she remembered was bar-hopping with Yoongi.

I’m never drinking again. She thought, her breath catching when the bedroom door suddenly clicked open. Please be Yoongi, please be Yoongi.

She held her breath as they clumsily plopped onto the bed, rolled closer, and wrapped an arm around her waist. She risked a glance down, closing her eyes in relief when she recognized the ring and bracelets adorning the hand.

Why was he hugging her? What happened last night?

“You scared the shit out of me,” She sighed, pulling away.

Yoongi didn’t fight her, letting out a muffled hum, his face pressed into the bed.

“Where are we?” She grimaced at the taste in her mouth, somewhat regretting opening it.

He let out an annoyed sigh and shifted to lay on his back.

“A hotel room.” He deadpanned.

“Did…did we do something?” She sat up, biting her lip nervously, her eyes not missing the opportunity to appreciate his good looks.

His hair was messily strewn over his closed eyes, his face a little pink from having just woken up.

He cracked one eye open, unexpectedly sitting up too, the proximity making their noses brush. “Why? Do you want something to have happened?” There was a mischievous glint in his eye, his minty fresh breath fanning across her lips.

She pulled back, self-conscious about her own breath and her heart beating too fast at their proximity.

“I have to use the bathroom!” She blurted, stumbling out of the bed.

The pressure in her head got exponentially worse at the sudden movement and she had to wait a second for the pain to ebb away.

“You good, jagi?”

“I’m —what did you just call me? ” She’d heard Jungkook call her that a few times before, but he’d always made it seem like it was a slip of the tongue. Yoongi had definitely just said it with intention.

“Ja-gi-ya.” He enunciated, slow and mocking.

She huffed, “What does that mean?”

“It means your breath stinks. Go brush your teeth, I’ll order breakfast.” He smirked, rolling off the bed and leaving the room.

Anastasia narrowed her gaze, glaring at the door he’d just exited out of before scoffing and stalking off to the bathroom.

She might’ve felt more comfortable with him, but he was now proving to be an ass.

Sitting on the marble countertop was an unopened toothbrush and some toothpaste placed next to a second, used toothbrush. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered when he got toothbrushes and toothpaste, but she was more concerned with her missing memories of the previous night to give it much attention.

With her mouth full of sudsy paste, Yoongi walked in.

“What do you want?” He asked. He was the one that walked in, why was he asking her what shewanted?

She realized he meant breakfast.

Thinking about it, she spit and rinsed, almost choking when Yoongi carefully tucked a stray hair behind her ear before she spits on it.

“Thanks,” She muttered shyly, wiping her mouth.

He nodded in dismissal, “So?”

“Oh, um, anything is fine.”

He frowned but didn’t argue, closing the door in her face.

“Eggs and bacon!” She called out the first thing that came to mind, suddenly concerned that he was upset with her. Her shoulders drooped when there was no response.

Shaking it off, she turned back to the mirror and cringed at her reflection. Her hair was an actual rat’s nest and her complexion was worse for wear with mascara smudged around her eyes.

She tried to finger comb her hair as she slipped out of the bathroom, but quickly gave up and put it in a bun. Now that she was awake, it was clear they were in a hotel suite. She didn’t even want to think about the money Yoongi had spent just because she hadn’t wanted to go home. She had money on her but she couldn’t recall paying for anything.

How much did a room like this even cost? She wondered fleetingly. Oh no, and all the drinks!

She groaned into her hands, how was she supposed to pay him back?

Following the sound of Yoongi’s low voice, she found him on a couch with the phone the hotel provided pressed to his ear.

Noticing her in the doorway, he hung up and beckoned her over.

“They said it will be 15 minutes. How’s the head?” He asked, mocking her alcohol consumption the night before. As if she needed the reminder.

“It’s fine.” She snapped, cheeks red, “What time is it? And where are my shoes?”

He vaguely motioned to the end of the couch, his eyes not leaving her as she stalked around to find them lined up beside his own with her socks neatly tucked inside.

“Are you usually this grumpy in the morning, or is it just the hangover?” She glanced up in time to catch him brushing his hair out of his eyes and the arrogance in that simple action was infuriating.

“Are you flirting or just trying to piss me off?” She accused, hoping for somekind of reaction, be it irritation or, better yet, embarrassment.

He shrugged, noncommittal.

Scoffing, she plopped down onto the couch, as far from him as humanly possible.

Anastasia knew she didn’t have the right to be annoyed with him, he hadtaken care of her the whole night but she still was. A lot of it stemmed from her own embarrassment and she begrudgingly had to be thankful that he seemed to realize this as well.

A comfortable silence ensued, him scrolling through his phone and her staring absently out the window. The view was incredible, an oceanfront. There were tourist families already on the beach, their children running around delightedly.

When the table of food was wheeled in, Yoongi unpacked everything and handed her a plate full of food. Sitting down beside him on the couch in front of the trolley, she unraveled the napkin-wrapped utensils and prepared to eat.

“Do you want my bacon?” She offered.

He shook his head, “You eat.”

She winced, “I-I don’t actually like bacon…”

He squinted at her for a moment, probably trying to decide if she was mentally challenged or something. She avoided his glare, nibbling on a slice of apple.

The food was consumed pretty quickly, not much conversation made, and after they were done, Anastasia slipped away to take a shower, washing off the night before.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, half an hour later, she found Yoongi sitting in the bed, arms crossed and eyes closed. Perfectly poised yet still relaxed, how’d he do it?

Was he asleep? She couldn’t tell.

Deciding not to risk it, she tiptoed out of the room.

“Stay in here.”

Jumping at the sound of his voice, she squeaked, “Huh? Okay”

Walking over to the other side of the bed, she crawled in, careful not to jostle him too much. She squeaked again when he suddenly leaned over to rest his head in her lap. “What are you doing?”

He shifted his body so it was better aligned, “Getting comfortable”

***

Anastasia grit her teeth as Yoongi’s phone vibrated for what felt like the hundredth time and he still hadn’t shown anysign of getting up and checking who it was.

Noticing her glare, he rolled his eyes and sat up to check. Nodding, he turned to her, “It’s Jungkook. He’s worried about you.”

Her face dropped and she brought her knees to her chest. Inside her head was a mess of anger, guilt, and embarrassment. She had an audience for her life falling apart! How did one handle that? And then she’d just run off? What had she been thinking?!

She groaned and dragged her hands down her face.

If she was being honest, she was ready to forgive Jungkook, but she was notready to face the embarrassment. The walk of shame had a whole new meaning to her.

With Yoongi it was becoming comfortable, everything else could be forgotten. She just wanted to stay with him and perfect the feeling.

Sniffling, she mumbled, “I guess we should head back and face reality, huh?”

His lips twitched, “I’m not in a hurry.”

“I think he’s been stewing in guilt long enough,” She disagreed.

Yoongi stretched his arms over his head and nodded, “Whatever you want, jagiya”

She huffed at the nickname and got up to gather all her things, which wasn’t much, just her shoes and socks.

He’s so annoying, she thought.

After checking out, they decided to walk somewhere less popular to try and get a ride. Yoongi was prepared this time and had called an uber.

Walking out of the hotel, Anastasia was suddenly plowed into, sending her and the other person straight to the ground.

Yoongi immediately helped her up, glaring at the perpetrator. It was a man, around their age. His face was hidden by the blue hoodie he wore, but Anastasia instantly got a sick feeling in her gut.

“My bad,” The man mumbled, jogging off.

“Asshole,” she huffed, nudging Yoongi to continue walking.

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Make You Know Love

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Summary & Masterlist

A03

Pairings: ot7 x female

Warnings:

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“You can romanticize me all you wish, but the devil wrapped in silk is still the devil” - Unknown

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Exhaling a shallow breath, Anastasia carefully opened her eyes, her head feeling like it would split open with every beat of her heart. It was dark and cold, and t he air felt so dry it was almost suffocating to breathe. Her knees were pressed uncomfortably tight against her chest and she struggled to form a coherent thought. 

Disoriented, head foggy, she tried to remember where she was, but the loud whirring in her ears and the occasional jarring jolt made it hard to concentrate. The last thing she remembered, she was on the beach with Jimin and Taehyung, waiting for Seokjin and Yoongi to return. 

Where was she? It was so cold.

She was in and out of consciousness after that, vague memories of indistinct voices, and moments of deafening silence the only thing she remembered. The ache in her bones, whether from the cold or something else, never left. In another moment of awareness, she felt her limp body being shoved into something, a car maybe? Fighting with what little strength she had to get out of the person’s arms, she didn’t win. 

A car door slamming, voices, then nothing. 

It must have been many hours before she roused again because her limbs were stiff and sore. Still groggy, though significantly less so than before, she struggled to sit up. The violent shivers, which no doubt also attributed to the soreness in her muscles, no longer wracked her frame. A small relief.

“You’re awake,” Jimin’s sweet voice echoed beside her. 

Disoriented, she flinched, not expecting his presence. He looked different from the last time she’d seen him, still angelic, but now he had deep purple bruising under his eyes and his clothes didn’t look as carefully picked as they usually did.

She could only imagine what she looked like. 

“What happened, where are we?” The words came out in a raspy whisper, her mouth too dry for her vocal cords to vibrate properly.

Jimin smiled sweetly and handed her a glass of water, “Here”

Taking it, she greedily chugged it down, and when it was empty, she begged with her eyes for more. 

He shook his head, “You’ll get sick. You need food first”

Clutching her stomach, she realized how hungry she was. Grinning, he said, “Thought so”

Taking in their surroundings — a plain room without a hint of personal touch, she repeated, “Where are we?”

Jimin hesitated, shrugging.

Cautiously, she pulled the covers up to her chin as if they would protect her, “Jimin,” she warned, “Where are we?”

“I don’t know”

A terrible thought occurred, “ Did you kidnap me? ” Where was Jungkook? 

“Of course not,” He soothed, “ I didn’t kidnap you, I’m a prisoner here, too”

Somehow, knowing it wasn’t Jimin that had kidnapped her made everything so much worse, a cold sense of dread settling in.

“Who, then?” Worried for him, she leaned in, “Are you okay?”

Frowning, he stood from the bed, running a hand through his messy hair. 

“It’s not me I’m worried about,” he admitted after a while. 

Wide-eyed, she cupped herself, horrified at what he was insinuating. Catching her reaction, his hands jerked out, “Not you!”

Wracking her brain, she tried to follow him. Then it dawned on her that Taehyung was the only other person there with them on the beach. Frantic, she grabbed Jimin’s hand, “Where’s Taehyung?!”

Groaning, he gripped at the strands of his hair and fell back onto the bed, whining “They won’t tell me!”

“Who’s they?” 

It took him a minute to respond, “I don’t know,” he mumbled, “probably some chaebols that want to stop Seokjin and Namjoon’s influence. We’re leverage”

Chaebols? Influence? What the hell was Jimin talking about? Anastasia felt the shock beginning to wear off and the hysteria set in. 

“It’s a desperate move on their part, but I suppose I understand. After all, what other choices do they have? Shooting Taehyung, though —” It was harder to understand Jimin’s accent when he spoke so fast, but she picked out the most important part.

“Taehyung was shot?!” 

Jimin jumped slightly at her outburst and the nervous shift returned like he was trying to hide how concerned he actually was, “He should be fine, it didn’t look fatal”

Should be. She didn’t like those odds. 

“Don’t worry,” He cooed, brushing his fingertips against her cheek, “I’ll make sure you don’t get hurt”

“It’s not me I’m worried about!” That was a lie, but she was definitely worried more about Taehyung, “What if he bled out? Holy shit, what if he bled out?! ”

“Hey, hey, look at me,” Jimin gently commanded, cupping her cheeks and forcing her to meet his gaze, “He’s fine. The goal was to incapacitate him, not kill him”

Searching his deep brown eyes, she found sincerity. Licking her dry lips, she asked, “Why?”

Jimin tilted his head back and forth, weighing his answer, “To level the playing field?”

Level the playing field? What did he mean by that? There was a sinking feeling in her chest. Cautiously, not sure if she really wanted to know, she asked, “What does that mean?” 

He deliberately avoided eye contact, a playful, knowing grin on his lips. Anastasia felt irritated with his behavior. 

“You should take a shower, you’ve been out of it for a while,” He suggested, changing the subject. 

“I don’t want to shower — why are you not taking this seriously? Jimin, we're captive , what is wrong with you?” She growled climbing to her feet, almost tipping over when the ground swayed beneath her feet. 

Jimin hummed, gripping the tops of her arms firmly and guiding her back to the bed, “You’re right, showering might be too much right now. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything, okay? I promised, didn’t I?” 

Anastasia didn’t really know what he was talking about, but she trusted him, letting him ease her back into the mattress and tuck her in. 

“Just stay here until you’ve recovered, I’ll get us some food,” Jimin instructed, backing away and slipping out of the room. 

Low voices greeted him, but she couldn’t understand what they said. Jimin’s brighter tone was easy to pick out, even through the closed door. It consoled her some that he didn’t sound distressed. 

Greeting her with an easy smile when he returned, he informed her that the food was on its way. It was obvious now that Jimin had lied about not knowing the people holding them captive, he was way too comfortable. Why wasn’t she surprised?

“Jimin, you know who they are, don’t you?”

“I’ve made friends with the guards,” he smirked cheekily, plopping beside her on the bed. 

Having spent enough time looking at his face, she could see through his near-perfec t façade. There was fatigue in the way he moved and she suddenly wondered when the last time he slept was. After they ate, she decided she’d insist that he got some sleep. 

Taking some time to use the bathroom and wash her face, she tried to remember how she got into this situation. Leaning against the sink, bowing her head, she wracked her brain til a headache began to form. There was a blank spot in her memory, she could recall everything up to her frustration with Taehyung when he mentioned Beatrice, and then suddenly she was waking up here .

Giving up, she stepped back into the room to find Jimin sound asleep, having passed out with his legs still hanging off the edge.

Sighing, she went to the window on the far side of the room, pulling back the curtain to look outside. She hadn’t been expecting to recognize her surroundings, but to her surprise, she did. They were two cities west of where she lived.

Letting the curtain fall closed once more, she began to plan their escape. Jimin was chummy with the guards, he might be able to talk them into helping them, or at the very least distract them while she got help. 

Her mind raced as she paced back and forth, biting her nails. 

When the door to the exit of the room began to open, Anastasia jumped to stand in front of Jimin, prepared to protect him in his vulnerable state. 

A tall man in a well-tailored suit entered, giving her a strange sense of deja vu stepped into the room. Just by the man’s expression, she could tell he meant business. 

Tilting his head, he took in the sleeping figure behind her, smirking when she shifted her weight to block his view. “Follow me,” he ordered. 

Shooting Jimin a concerned glance, she hesitated. If she left, would he be okay? Did she even have a choice? 

Looking at the large bodyguards that stood there waiting for her, she knew she didn’t. 

Stepping out of the room, cautiously taking in her surroundings, she realized they were in a suite. Why had they been brought to a hotel? An oddly luxurious setting to hold two victims. That brought her to her next question; why had she been taken in the first place? It wasn’t like she had anything to give. 

The man in the suit sat on the couch, crossing his legs and resting an arm across the back. Silence ensued, Anastasia shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. What did he want? Was he going to hurt her? If she screamed would someone hear? What if he was super rich and owned the hotel and no one would help? He looked super rich. 

Deciding to wait it out, the buff, muscley men standing at the exit incentivizing her to behave. 

“Why am I here?” She asked lowly, making the effort to keep her tone non-confrontational. 

The man smirked, “Sit down”

Hesitantly, she lowered herself onto the couch across from him, shooting the guards another cautious glance. 

“Jeon Jungkook…” The man said her best friend’s name like he was reminiscing a memory, “He’s been missing for a long time, you know”

She furrowed her brow. Missing? Since when? Her mind began to race with so many possible explanations, but which one was correct? 

“So imagine my surprise when I find him here, with you ,” He paused to pour himself a drink from the water jug on the coffee table between them. “At first I thought you were just a cover, someone to help him seem normal, but then the other six showed up and you’re still here”

She’s still here? What was that supposed to mean? 

Nodding she agreed, “I was surprised by the other six, too” She was grasping at straws, trying to make it seem like she knew more than she did. 

The man tilted his head to the side curiously, “And yet you managed to wiggle your way into their good graces” 

Anastasia didn’t respond.

“That’s why you’re here,” he finally got to the point, “You’ve infiltrated a group of very dangerous people and I am very interested to know how” 

“Dangerous people? They’re not dangerous, you’re dangerous! You shot Taehyung! Is he even alive?” She hissed, immediately composing herself when she caught a guard stepping closer out of the corner of her eye.

Leaning forward, the man studied her expression closely, “You have no idea who they are, do you?” 

Licking her lips anxiously, she nodded, “I know who they are” 

Shaking his head, he stood up, “I don’t think you do”

He walked over to the kitchenette, he grabbed a tablet that was on the counter, typing something in. “I’ll show you”

Sitting beside her on the couch, he pressed play on the video he’d pulled up, handing her the tablet. 

The video began in her kitchen, before the fire, with Yoongi standing at her sink, filling a pot with water, and Jungkook leaning against her fridge, watching.

“You put cameras in my home?!” She exclaimed, standing up from the couch and backing away, her eyes never leaving the screen. 

Yoongi turned off the tap and set the pot on the old gas stove, lighting it up. Stepping back, he stared at the pot for a moment, tilting his head to the side almost contemplatively before turning to Jungkook and saying something she couldn’t understand. Jungkook nodded and walked out of view. 

Anastasia looked up at her captor, confused at what he wanted her to see. So far he was doing a very poor job at convincing her of any danger. 

“Keep watching,” is all the man said, annoyingly cocky. 

Returning her attention back to the screen, she was just in time to see Jungkook walk back into the frame, holding a folded towel that she knew he got from the cupboard at the end of the hall. Shaking it open he walked up to the stove and without hesitation, tossed it next to the fire. 

Anastasia’s eyes blew wide in disbelief but she couldn’t look away.

It took a second before the towel erupted into flames and it didn’t take long after that for it to spread to the counter beside it. Throughout, Jungkook and Yoongi stood calmly, watching the flames eat up everything it touched. 

It felt like hours before either pulled out their phones, Yoongi dialing 911 from what she heard and Jungkook calling… her. 

“Taz!” Jungkook exclaimed frantically, his voice muffled through the sound of flames. “ I don’t know what happened! I just-I left to use the bathroom for like 2 seconds! That’s it! […] I won’t be after I tell you what happened […] I maybe, sorta, kinda…lit…your kitchen on fire? […] It was an accident, I swear!” 

Anastasia felt sick to her stomach, tossing the tablet onto the couch, unable to watch anymore. It was all a lie, everything was a lie. 

Beatrice had been right . She thought miserably.

“Do you understand now?” The man asked. 

Clenching her jaw, she sat back down across from him, “You said Jungkook was missing, what do you mean?” 

“I mean exactly that. Five years ago, after a certain altercation with a man that ended in the hospital, Jungkook disappeared”

Anastasia shifted, uncomfortable with the information, “The man ended up in the hospital or Jungkook?” 

“The man. He was in a coma for two years before passing away” 

Making a mad dash for the kitchen, she barely made it to the sink before retching, nothing but a bit of water and stomach acid coming up. 

Spitting, she blindly turned on the tap, using the water to wash out her mouth. “You’re lying,” she rasped, suddenly unsure. This wasn’t the first time she’d run into Jungkook’s temper, there had been a few times throughout the years where he’d gotten into some serious fights. A few she’d been witness to, others she’d seen the aftermath. All of them ended in the hospital. But he’d given them concussions, broken noses, dislocated knees, he didn’t put people in comas, he wasn’t a killer .

Besides, it had been a long time since Jungkook got in a fight, even if the man was telling the truth, Jungkook wasn’t like that anymore, he was a good person who loved her. 

Recalling the video she’d just seen, she wondered if maybe it was just that Jungkook had gotten better at lying. Lighting a kitchen on fire and taking someone’s life were two very different crimes, though, and she just couldn’t bring herself to think of Jungkook as a murderer . 

Memories of Jungkook jogging up to her with a big smile, saying her name in that teasing lilt, she couldn’t believe that he was a bad person. Despite the evidence staring her in the face, she could only see his smile in her mind. 

Her captor had made it out to seem like all seven of them were evil, but evil people didn’t care and if there was anything she’d learned about them in the time she’d known them was that they cared more for each other than she had ever seen anyone care. He was right about one thing, though, somehow, she’d managed to catch their attention, become someone they wanted to protect, and for as much as she felt betrayed, she would still rather be back in the room with Jimin than here with this man. 

Stealing her resolve, she stood up straight, “Tell me who they are”

***

I have a question! I’ve tried not to project what I imagine Anastasia to look like into the book so you could imagine her in the way you wish, so I was wondering, what does she look like to you?

Make You Know Love

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Summary & Masterlist

A03

Pairings: ot7 x female

Warnings:

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“I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life” - TS

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Splashing cold water onto her freshly washed face, Anastasia let out a heavy sigh. How had she gotten herself into this mess? Hoseok and Jimin hadn’t stayed long, leaving her to gather her wits in peace, but it hadn’t been much help. She needed to talk to Jungkook.  Staring at herself in the mirror — hair pushed back with a fluffy headband and her dress still clinging to her body —she looked ridiculous, just like the mess her life had become.

Exiting the bathroom, she didn’t see anyone on her way to her room, and perhaps that was a good thing, despite the loneliness that settled in her stomach. When it came to them, she had no self-control, always wanting more, wanting what she shouldn’t want. Worrying her bottom lip, she absentmindedly picked out one of Jungkook’s old white t-shirts and began to try and unzip her dress.

“Need help?”  Squealing, she recoiled into a crouch, relaxing when she recognized Jungkook in the doorway.

“Dammit, Kook, you scared me,” Her voice was rough and he smiled sheepishly. The air between them felt a little forced, but Anastasia couldn’t imagine it lasting long. Everything about him made her want to give him everything.

“I’m sorry, I thought you’d heard me come in,” He explained, taking a step into her space. She knew his signs, he was moments from wrapping himself around her.  Bracing herself, she let him wrap her in his arms and nuzzle his nose into her neck. Closing her eyes, she reluctantly hugged him back.

Why couldn’t she have met a nice averageboy and fallen head over heels for him? Why did her heart flutter every time Seokjin was a subtle gentleman? Why did she feel like she could trust Yoongi with her every secret, even when he was so obviously not to be trusted ? And Hoseok with his arrogant swagger sweeping her into his world, even when she knew she didn’t belong there? Why did Namjoon’s attention make her feel like she was the only relevant subject? What about Jimin’s hot and cold act made him so alluring? Taehyung,she just knew if she showed him even an ounceof weakness, he would take it and run, spinning spiderwebs in her head. And Jungkook, she felt like she no longer knew him. In the weeks passed, she’d realized, maybe she never really knew him at all. She didn’t know what was truly important to him, and maybe that was the worst part of it all — realizing nothing was real.

“Jungkook, do you love me?” She regretted asking immediately.

Pulling back, he tilted his curiously, his expression softening, “Anastasia, you’re more important to me than I will ever be able to put into words. I know the last few weeks have been overwhelming, but I don’t want to lose you.”

His fresh, minty breath fanned across her face and she closed her eyes, accepting that her next move might be a mistake. He let out a small grunt of surprise when she yanked him down to her level, silencing him with her lips. He reacted instantly, hands cupping her cheeks to deepen the kiss. There was no hesitation in his movements, spreading warmth throughout her body.

Shuffling backward, they made their way slowly to her bed until she was on her back with him above her.

“Wait, wait.” She gasped, pushing him back and taking a moment to catch her breath. His gaze impatiently flicked down to her lips, but she could tell he was making the effort to listen.

“I need to tell you something,” she confessed, but by then he’d finished waiting, moving closer to connect their lips again.

They made out for a couple more seconds before he pulled away, just far enough for their lips not to touch. “Yeah?”

Jungkook was the most jealous, possessive person she’d ever met, she knew confessing might ruin everything, but there was no taking the words back. “I-I kissed Jimin”

“I know, Seokjin-hyung told me,” He mumbled against her lips.

“Not just then, and Hoseok and Yoongi, too!” She blurted, disgusted with herself.

His whole body became still and she wished he would pull back so she could see his expression and hopefully read his emotions. She was afraid of his reaction, who would he be angry at? Her for kissing them or them for kissing her?

“When?” His tone wasn’t what she was expecting. Instead of angry, he sounded…confused? Curious? As if the whenmattered more than the act.

Pushing him away, she analyzed his expression. She was right, there was no anger in his doe-eyes, just curiosity. His reaction felt like a piece to a puzzle but she didn’t know what the end picture was supposed to be.

“Tonight…after dinner, and when I went out with Yoongi” She watched him take in the information, then nod and lean in to kiss her again.

“That—it doesn’t bother you?” A horrible realization came; what if this didn’t mean anything to Jungkook? Was that why he wasn’t bothered? He cared more about the others, so there was nothing to be jealous about?

He shook his head, leaning down to nuzzle the crook of her neck.

“Why?” She needed to know.

He sighed, rolling off her. “I love you, I want you to be loved by them too.”

“But…they don’t love me.” How could he be so…so nonchalant?

“Not yet,” Jungkook shifted onto his elbow, “but you can tell they’re trying, right?”

Her mind was spinning so much she felt dizzy.

“I—I don’t…” She couldn’t form a coherent sentence, a coherent thought.

“Does it bother you?” His voice was soft, the vulnerability grounding her somewhat.

Licking her lips, she asked, “Does what bother me?”

“Us. Being around you, taking you on dates. Do you not like it?” He was staring so intently at her, but she didn’t have an answer. Not even an hour ago she’d been certain that Jungkook would think she was a whore and now, knowing he’d known, knowing he supportedit, she didn’t know what to say.

They were moving to Koreaand she had been dead set on notmoving. What was she supposed to tell him?

“I think I need some space.”

He didn’t waste time getting off the bed and kneeling on the floor.

“No, no. I mean, I need some time alone. I need to think,” she explained. It was a request he was visibly less eager to obey. “Please.”

Before either of them could make a move, they heard someone burst through her front door, urgently calling for Jungkook, who was up in a flash.

“Namjoon-hyung?”

The man in question came into view, “Seokjin needs you,” Anastasia could tell he’d said it in English for her sake.

Jungkook did not share the same sentiment as he asked something in his first tongue. Namjoon jerked a nod and Jungkook’s gaze tightened. Turning to her, he assured, “I’ll come back”

Namjoon watched him leave with a furrowed brow, his chin jutting out ever so slightly. Turning to her, he chastised, “You need to lock your door”

Considering his intrusion, she agreed readily, “I really do”

Taking a seat on the corner of her bed, he stared into the hallway, getting lost in thought. The act suggested that he would be waiting with her for Junkook’s return.

Catching herself staring, she realized she was still laying in her dress and scooted to the edge of the bed, getting up, “I need to change…”

He barely glanced at her, nodding once, as if he was only responding so as not to hurt her feelings. Snorting, she grabbed Jungkook’s old t-shirt and made a move for the bathroom. Grabbing her wrist, he glared, “Where are you going?”

“I need to change,” she repeated. His eyes flit over the room in confusion, his grip sliding down to hold her hand.

“What’s wrong with this room?”

Her face fell flat as she stared at him pointedly. Catching on, he smirked, dimples popping, and guided her to stand between his legs. Her heart instantly began beating faster but her expression didn’t change. Why did she always feel so touch-starved when they were around?

Refusing to get distracted by him, she asked, “Why are you here?”

His brow furrowed, “Have you noticed anyone…out of place, around?”

“You mean, besides you?” She teased. He poked her stomach in retribution. “No, have you?”

He shook his head, “I just think you should be careful. A woman living alone? Couldn’t hurt to have extra protection”

Narrowing her gaze, she daringly reached out and laced her fingers together behind his neck, “That’s weak, Joonie, if you wanted to spend time with me, all you had to do was ask”

Dimples reappeared at his closed-lip smile, eyes becoming crescents. “I need to ask?” He challenged.

Jutting her lower lip out, she shrugged. They stayed there, staring into each other’s eyes, expressions slowly becoming serious.

“You look very beautiful in this dress,” He murmured, tracing her silhouette with his fingers. A fierce blush warmed her face.

“The zipper is stuck,” she admitted, shifting her weight.

Leaning in, he let his hand trail up her side where the zipper was sewn in. “Need help?”

Gulping, she shook her head and he nodded, retracting his touch. Grabbing his hands, not wanting him to pull away completely, she stammered, “Jungkook said—he said you all…you want to share?”

Namjoon took his time to think about his response, leaving plenty of room for Anastasia’s nerves to grow. “It’s more than that. Jungkook loves you, like he loves us”

“Are you all—” She left the question hanging.

He tilted his head back and forth as if weighing her question, “More than friends, less than lovers?” It came out as a question, like he wasn’t sure she’d understand. She didn’t, but she wasn’t sure anyone could. “And because he loves you so… encompassingly, just as we love him, loving him now includes you. It’s not sharing, you’re not a toy, you’re just ours” He shrugged.

Groaning, she dragged her hands down her face, “That’s a lot to take in”

It felt like she was finally getting some answers, a little sneak peek into their minds, but they were insane.Worse yet, she wasn’t completely repulsed. But their emotions for each other were so strong.Obsessive. She couldn’t just ignore that.

“You don’t get jealous?” She asked, incredulous, but before he could answer her phone rang. Going to grab it off her nightstand, she checked the caller ID. Beatrice! Anastasia had missed her call earlier, she must be calling back again to make sure Anastasia was okay.

“You’re still talking to her?” Namjoon sneered, peering over her shoulder. Ignoring him, she sat on the bed and answered, “Hello?”

“Taz! I’m sorry I couldn’t talk earlier, I needed to finish my paper,” Beatrice immediately apologized.

“Put it on speaker,” Namjoon interrupted, coming to sit beside her on the bed.

Side-eyeing him, she did as told. “It’s okay, you’re on speaker by the way”

“Oh—is someone else there?” Beatrice sounded hesitant.

Namjoon shook his head, indicating for Anastasia to deny his presence.

“No?”

There was a pause, “Why’d you call?”

Anastasia giggled, “Well, technically you called me, but earlier,” she glanced uncomfortably at the man leaning into her side, “Jungkook and I were arguing and I wanted some advice”

Namjoon’s expression tightened, returning to that irritated expression he’d first walked in with—chin jutted out and tense brows.

“What happened?” Beatrice sounded concerned.

“He wants me to move with him to Korea,” She conveniently left out the part where he wanted her to live with his entourage, too. She felt intensely uncomfortable with Namjoon listening so intently.

“Korea?”

“Um, yeah. I haven’t been able to find a place here, so he’s insisting”

“Wow, are you okay?”

“What do you mean?” Why wouldn’t she be okay?

“Well…I wasn’t going to say anything because I know it would be overstepping, but…it’s just—okay, so when you left with Jimin that day, the others seemed very…smug? And after them acting all weird the whole time, I just—this might be a long shot, but…was the fire actually an accident?”

Namjoon tensed beside her and Anastasia turned to him with a gasp, “Is that true?”

“I swear! Of course, I could be mistaken, but—”

“I’m sorry, I have to go” She interrupted, ending the call. “Is it true? Was the fire purposeful?”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, “Don’t overreact”

“Don’toverreact?!How am I supposedto react?” She felt like she was going crazy.

“Anastasia, do you honestly think Jungkook would do something that wasn’t in your best interest?”

That made her hesitate, but if it wasn’t true, why had Namjoon reacted like that? “Then why did you react like that?”

He scoffed, “Hoseok already told you she was a bitch, but you listen to her when she tells you about yourbest friend, like she knows us better than you do?”

Anastasia opened her mouth to refute, but he was right, Hoseok hadmentioned something about Beatrice before, but Anastasia had wanted to form her own opinion before deciding. That had obviously been a mistake, cause now she was making her doubt Jungkook.

Regret burned her insides as she felt the urge to apologize. “I’m sorry. A lot has been happening and I don’t know, I’m just really overwhelmed with it all”

Still irked, he turned away slightly, clearly not ready to forgive. Crouching before him, in an attempt to get him to meet her gaze, she tried again to make amends, “I’m really sorry for suspecting you and getting angry”

Brown eyes flashed down to meet hers with a sudden fire, “I don’t care what you think Jungkook did, but you’re so quick to doubt our intentions. He lovesyou, yet you doubt him all the time, I see it in the way you react when he’s around us”

Shaking her head vehemently, she said, “I know, I know, I’m sorry! Everything was suddenly all different, I just wasn’t thinking straight”

“Are you now?” His gaze was intense, reminding her of when she first met him, feeling like a cornered animal. Nodding in earnest, she hoped he would see her sincerity as he studied her expression suspiciously. After a few seconds, he rolled his eyes, “Get up”

Following the command immediately, she sat anxiously beside him, her body angled forward slightly to try and see his expression. Was he still upset? Would he tell Jungkook she didn’t trust them?

Meeting her pleading gaze, he sighed and moved back onto the bed, motioning her closer, “Come here”

Laying down beside him, she let him pull her in close, and against her better judgment, she felt herself relax.

“You don’t need to worry about Jungkook or anyone else, okay? We’ll take care of you,” He promised softly, his warmth seeping into her bones. She felt herself nod.

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Anastasia’s limbs felt stiff the next morning, the same way they always did when she slept soundly enough not to move. Warmth showed through the open curtains, illuminating Jungkook’s face on the pillow next to her. Stretching, joints popping, she slowly became aware of the arm still wrapped around her middle and shifted so she was laying on her back. She was still in her dress, the straps now digging uncomfortably into her shoulders, but she didn’t want to get up yet to change.

Groaning lowly, she rolled onto her stomach and carefully wormed her way down off the bed. Forcing the zipper of the dress down, not caring if it broke, she wiggled out of the dress and slipped into a tank-top and shorts.

Staring at herself in the bathroom mirror minutes later, she contemplated what to do next. The attraction she possessed towards the seven men was undeniable and she found herself humoring the idea of them and her. She was already way more involved with them than she’d ever planned, so if she was going to break her heart, might as well do it thoroughly.

Deciding to test the waters, she quietly left her apartment and headed towards Jungkook’s. Pausing at his door, Namjoon’s words from the night before echoed in her mind; “Have you noticed anyone…out of place, around?”

Tensing up, she turned around slowly, scanning what she could see of the parking lot. There were a couple of people loitering around, but she had no way of knowing who they were or if they belonged. Everyone looked suspicious when you were paranoid.

Shaking off her nerves, she tiptoed through the door, forgoing knocking. Tentatively entering the living room, she smiled at Taehyung who stared wide-eyed at her from the floor in front of the TV. His hair was a mess, like he’d just woken up, and he wore a super oversized white t-shirt that engulfed his entire frame. Jimin lay passed on the couch across the room and she could hear someone else shuffling around in the kitchen.

“Good morning.” She greeted, hesitantly.

“Did you come alone?” Taehyung questioned, leaning over to try and see past her. His accent was much thicker with his rich morning voice.

Thrown off, she stuttered out a confirmation. Taehyung had a knack for keeping his expression stoic, she rarely could tell what he was thinking and it intimidated her.

Seokjin walked out, then, with a bowl of ramen, eyebrows raising at the sight of her. “Good morning,” he smirked.

Desperate to avoid Taehyung’s intense gaze, she grinned at Seokjin, coming closer to peek at his food, “Wow, that looks good!”

His unsure response sparked an idea.

“Can I have some?” She begged, staring up at him with wide eyes.

Glancing back and forth between his food and her, he hesitated. She tried to hide her disappointment.

“This has bacon in it.”

Her eyes went wide, bewildered. Had Yoongi told him that she didn’t like bacon?

Studying her expression, he offered, “I can make you some without bacon”

Shaking her head and waving her hands she said, “That’s okay, I’m not hungry enough to finish an entire bowl”

He didn’t argue, moving past her to sit on the open couch. Taehyung watched the exchange silently and Anastasia had to remind herself that they had no idea that Jungkook had proposed a poly relationship.

Taking a deep breath, she asked, “Are the others still sleeping?”

Two nods in response.

Biting her lip, she wondered if she should wake them. If a decision was to be made, she needed to know whether or not she was accepted. If they didn’t all like her, it didn’t matter what Namjoon said about their feelings, a relationship wouldn’t work. Finding out if they genuinely liked her or if they were just pretending for Jungkook was crucial.

“I’ll go wake them,” She announced, spinning and heading off towards Jungkook’s bedroom. She wasn’t sure where the other two were sleeping, but Jungkook’s bedroom was the closest.

Peeking into the room, she found Hoseok already awake, scrolling through his phone. Turning to look at her, he smiled brightly.

“Have I slept in too long?” He jested, his voice deep and scratchy. He must’ve justwoken up.

“It’s already two in the afternoon!” In truth, she hadn’t checked the time yet.

“Liar,” he snorted, rolling over to stretch.

Next, she headed to the guest room, finding Yoongi asleep on the far side of the bed.

“Yoongi?” She tried, coming around to see his face. Eyes fluttering open, he stared blankly at her for a moment.

“Anastasia?” He croaked, understandably confused.

“Hey, wake up, do you wanna do something with me today?”

There was a moment of silence as he comprehended her question, “What do you want to do?” He, like Taehyung, also had a stronger accent in his sleepy state.

“You’ll have to wake up and see,” She teased, leaving the room. When she entered the living room again, Hoseok was already out of bed and brushing his teeth.

Crouching before Jimin, the one she was probably most nervous about, she gently rubbed his arm. “Jimin?” There was no immediate response, so she tried again, “Jimin?” Stirring, he shifted his weight but otherwise didn’t respond, so she decided to just let him sleep. He was probably hungover.

Moments later, Yoongi stumbled into the room, looking far too good for someone who had just woken up. “What did you want to do?” He caught everyone’s attention with his question.

“Well, it’s been a pretty stressful month, I thought maybe we could relax, go out to eat, maybe see a movie?”

They all exchanged glances, Hoseok meeting her gaze with a smile. “Okay, let’s go”

Her shoulders relaxed, “Get ready, I’ll go wake up Joon and Jungkook”

Sitting in her closet half an hour later, she still couldn’t find something to wear. Irrationally nervous about spending time with them all together, she wanted to look good, but there was a bubble of excitement inside of her, too. Feeling bold, she reached for a top that her estranged cousin had gifted to her. It was something she thought she’d never wear, but suddenly the satin piece of material that only stayed on your body with two chains seemed like the perfect top.

Would they say anything about it? She couldn’t even predict Jungkook’s response because she never wore things like this.

An odd mix of giddy and dread filled her as she got dressed, pairing the top with a simple pair of jeans. After finishing getting ready, almost an hour and a half had passed, yet none of them had come to get her.

If they came to get her, that meant they actually wanted to spend time with her, right? What if they didn’t come? She decided to sit on the couch and wait.

Barely fifteen minutes passed before someone came bursting through the front door. She barely stopped herself from chucking her phone to the floor in a classic guilty fashion.

Scrambling to her feet, she faced Jimin.

“I —” Cutting off, he took in her appearance, before shaking his head and continuing, “So what, you were just going to invite everyone but me?”

Panicked, she reached out, “I tried to wake you, but I thought you had a hangover,” She spluttered.

“So? You were just going to go on one big group date and not even askif I wanted to come? Looking like that,no less?” He looked positively offended.

“It’s not a date!” She defended, though they both knew that wasn’t entirely true. It wasa date, to some degree, just….an experimental one.

He scoffed, “Nuh-uh, get back in there and get ugly.” He demanded, pointing down the hallway where her room was. A surprised giggle bubbled up without permission and she knew she probably should’ve gotten offended, but the petulant frown on his face was too cute.

“Get back in-in there and get u-ugly.” She repeated, barely getting the words out through her laughter. “I’m not changing!”

In one swift, startling movement, he tugged his black t-shirt over his head and threw it onto the couch. “Fine,” He shrugged, taking her hand and tugging her towards the front door, “We’ll match.”

Her eyes grew wide at the sight of his muscular, tattooed chest, unable to come up with a response fast enough before he tugged her out the door.

“Jimin!” She hissed, trying to cover him with her body as a mom and her child walked by. Jimin shamelessly wrapped his arms around her, her bare back pressed to his chest. She could feel his silent laughter.

“Hi, sorry Mrs. Reynold.” She waved apologetically as they shuffled like crabs to Jungkook’s door. They only got a disgusted scoff in reply.

Once safely behind closed doors, Anastasia elbowed him off and shoved him against the door. If she had been paying attention, maybe she would have noticed the dark look he gave her before neutralizing his expression.

“What the hell was that?!”

“You put on a shirt, I’ll put on a shirt.” He bargained with a shrug.

“Iamwearing a shirt!”

He scoffed, “Bikini’s cover more than that.”

“My entire front is covered!”

He didn’t say anything, glaring at her in silence.

“Stop trying to dictate what I wear.” She growled. She hadn’t expected herself to get so defensive over her outfit choice (maybe she was insulted that he didn’t want her to wear it in public), but she couldn’t deny that a part of her was enjoying the fight.

“Back at you, sweetheart.” He countered, “I won’t stop you from leaving, but if you go wearing that, I’m following wearing this.”

“You’re not wearing anything,” She growled.

“Jimin, go put on a shirt, we’re leaving.” Namjoon suddenly ordered, shuffling past to get his shoes.

Crossing her arms smugly, she silently dared Jimin to argue. Scoffing, he stomped off, still behaving like a child. Anastasia smiled to herself, it felt good to win.

More of the boys gathered to put on their shoes, but none of them made nearly as big of a deal as Jimin had. That is, until Jungkook came round the corner.

“Why are you wearing a bib? Go put on a shirt,” He huffed, slipping past to grab a pair of shoes. Yoongi almost snorted iced coffee out his nose and Taehyung put his hand up over his mouth to hide his silent laughter.

“Would you shut up?” She hissed and slapped Jungkook’s arm, face burning. That was not the reaction she’d been hoping for. There was a lot of effort put into her appearance this time.

Jungkook said something in reply, but she didn’t catch it because Jimin was suddenly trying to shove one of his shirts over her head.

“Hey!” She shrieked, wiggling around to try and avoid his ambush.

“I put on a shirt, you put on a shirt!” He giggled, not giving up.

Ducking under his arms, she made a dash for the couch, clumsily jumping over it. Jimin was quick to follow, wrapping an arm around her waist before she could land on the floor and they both toppled to the cushions. Their laughter could likely be heard from the downstairs apartment.

“Let me go!” She giggled. She was having fun. Jimin made it so easy, like it was all just in the moment and she didn’t have to worry about tomorrow.

As the laughter subsided and she let Jimin put the shirt on her, “You’re like an over-possessive boyfriend,” She grumble, getting up from the couch. Jimin smirked in reply.

“Taz?” Jungkook called as she made her way to the front door.

Not wanting to answer the questions she knew he had, she shook her head and grabbed the hand closest to her — Seokjin’s — and skipped out the door. “Let’s go!”

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Summary & Masterlist

Pairings: ot7 x female

Warnings: they make out

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You’re not supposed to catch feelings, stop liking their company! You’re being sleazy, what would Jungkook think? They’re playing you, you know that, so why are you being tempted? You told them outright you weren’t going to fuck them! Save some face, don’t change your mind. It would not be a good idea to change your mind. My thoughts raced a mile a minute, berating me as I tried to decipher my feelings.

I paused from washing my face for a moment and stared blankly at myself in the mirror. My eyes resembled that of a raccoon, and I wondered; how had my life had gotten to this point? With my hair pushed back with a fluffy head-band and the same dress I’d worn that evening still clinging to my body — I looked ridiculous.

Finishing up and applying my skincare routine (which was the grand total of one step: moisturizer), I cleaned up the mess I’d made and exited the bathroom. I didn’t see anyone on my way to my room and perhaps that was a good thing, despite the slight loneliness I felt.

You’re already too attached!

Worrying my bottom lip, I absentmindedly picked out one of Jungkook’s old white t-shirts and began to try and unzip my dress.

“Need help?”

I squealed and spun around, clutching my chest.

“Dammit, Kook, you scared me.” I complained. He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

The air between us still felt a little awkward, but with the lamp on my bedside giving off a calming kind of glow, it was less.

“I’m sorry, I thought you’d heard me come in.” He explained, taking a step back as if he were afraid of making me uncomfortable.

I hated this. Everything had been so easy before his friends had arrived and I wanted that blissful ignorance back. Why did everything have to be so complicated? Why, oh, why did I have to start catching feelings for his best friends of all people?!

Why couldn’t I have met a nice average boy and fallen head over heels for him? Why did my heart flutter every time Seokjin was a subtle gentleman? Why did I feel like I could trust Yoongi with my every secret, even when he was so obviously not to be trusted? And Hoseok with his arrogant swagger that just swept you into his world, even when you knew you didn’t belong there? Namjoon with the way he made me feel so special, like when his attention was on me, I was the only relevant subject? What about Jimin’s hot and cold act made him so alluring? Taehyung, I just knew if I showed him even an ounce of my weakness, he would take it and run, spinning spiderwebs in my head. And Jungkook, I felt like I no longer knew the man before me. In the weeks passed, I’d realized I never really knew him or what was truly important to him. Maybe that was the worst part of it all — realizing nothing was real.

“Jungkook, do you love me?” The words came out before I had a chance to properly think them. I regretted it immediately.

Visually shocked, he came close and cupped my cheeks.

“Anastasia, you’re more important to me than I will ever be able to put into words. I know the last few weeks have been overwhelming, but I don’t want to lose you.”

His fresh, minty breath fanned across my face and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching for his collar and yanking him down to my level. He let out a small squeak in surprise, but I silenced him with my lips.

His reaction was instant, the hands that were still on my cheeks pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. There was no hesitation in his actions and that made warmth spread through my body. We slowly made our way to my bed until I was on my back with him above me.

“Wait, wait.” I pulled back with a gasp. He waited for me to continue speaking, but didn’t move away. I could see every detail of his face.

“I need to tell you something,” I whispered, getting distracted when he moved closer to kiss me again.

A couple of seconds later, he pulled away, just far enough for our lips not to touch. “Yeah?”

“I-I kissed Jimin.” There was no taking the words back now.

I’d expected him to get upset or maybe even leave, but he just nodded and said, “I know, Seokjin-hyung told me.” And then he was kissing me again.

“And Hoseok!” I blurted.

That caught his attention and he pulled back completely.

“You kissed Hoseok?” He didn’t seem particularly upset, just curious. His every reaction felt like pieces of a puzzle and I just didn’t know what the end picture was supposed to be.

I nodded.

“When?” The when seemed to bother him more than the fact.

“Tonight…after dinner.” That confession was the hardest of all as it dawned on me that I’d kissed two men in the same night.

“Oh,” Was all he said before he was leaning back down to attach our lips again.

“That—it doesn’t bother you?” A horrible thought came to mind; what if this didn’t mean anything to Jungkook? I couldn’t think of any other reason he wouldn’t be bothered by me making out with Hoseok.

He just shook his head, leaning down to nuzzle the crook of my neck.

“Why?” I needed to know.

He didn’t hesitate, “I love you, I want you to be loved by them too.”

“But…they don’t love me.” I didn’t know how to react. I couldn’t imagine sharing Jungkook with another woman, how could he be so…so nonchalant?

“Not yet,” Jungkook lifted his head, “But you can see they’re trying, right?”

My mind was spinning so much, I almost felt dizzy.

“I—I don’t…” I couldn’t form a coherent sentence, I couldn’t form a coherent thought. Everything was too much.

“Does it scare you?” His voice was soft, almost vulnerable.

I licked my lips, my voice higher than normal, “Does what scare me?”

“Us. Being around you, taking you on dates. Do you not like it?”

He was staring so intently at me, but I didn’t have an answer. Not even an hour ago I’d been certain that Jungkook would think I was a whore and now that I knew he supported it, I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to feel!

They were moving to Korea and I had been dead set on moving on from Jungkook, I had even planned to cut him out of my life! What was I supposed to tell him?

“I think I need some space.” I finally said.

He didn’t waste time getting off the bed and kneeling on the floor.

“No, no. I mean, I need some time alone. I need to think.” I explained. That was a request he was visibly less eager to obey. “Please.”

Eventually, he nodded, slowly getting to his feet and exiting the room.

The hours passed without acknowledgment. I just laid there, staring at the ceiling as I tried to understand the mess that was my life. Every passing second with any of them felt like quicksand. The more I tried to understand and move forward, the quicker I sunk — losing focus on what was up and what was down. I didn’t know what I knew anymore.

It didn’t feel like a lie, but nothing was real — the more I came to know, the less I understood.

As the sun rose in the sky, illuminating my room, I decided to just give in to the curiosity boiling beneath the surface, even if only temporarily. The goodbye was going to break my heart either way, might as well get as much as possible in return.

When I finally rolled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, the bags under my eyes glared at me like a neon sign. I looked horrible.

As I washed my face, I noticed that my apartment was unusually quiet, absent of any freeloaders, and I was willing to bet money that it was because Jungkook had warned them to give me space. But I’d had my space and now I wanted to play my own game. I wanted to test the waters, see how much they were actually interested in me. I wanted the truth.

Would they let me get in their space? Take their food? Play with their hair? Do all the other annoying, invasive things that are only cute when you like someone? And so, plan: “Annoy the boys” commenced.

Dressing down, in a tattered old t-shirt and sweats, I threw my hair up in a bun and pranced over to Jungkook’s. I waltzed through the door, forgoing knocking, and looked around the room. Two figures were passed out on the couch, I could hear someone in the kitchen, and Taehyung stared wide-eyed at me from the floor in front of the TV. He looked about as dressed up as I did, though he was pulling the look off like haute couture. I squashed down my pesky jealousy over his natural beauty.

“Good morning.” I greeted calmly. I needed to be stealthy, casual.

“Good morning.” He greeted back stoically, his accent much thicker in his rich morning voice.

Right then, Seokjin walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of ramen that he almost spilled, jerking in surprise at the sight of me.

“Ah, good morning.” He nodded with a slight bow when he recovered.

Channeling my inner actress, I zeroed in on his food. “Wow, that looks good.”

He looked a little unsure.

“Can I have some?” I asked, looking up at him with my best puppy-dog eyes.

He shifted uncomfortably, glancing around the room. I tried to fight off my disappointment at his unwillingness to share.

But then, “This has bacon in it.”

I couldn’t help the look of shock on my face. Had Yoongi told him that I didn’t like bacon?

“If you want, I can make you some without bacon.” He offered, almost like he was apologetic that what he’d made wasn’t what I liked.

Still a little shocked, I shook my head. “That’s okay, I’m not hungry enough to finish an entire bowl.”

He didn’t argue and went to sit beside Taehyung on the floor. The same Taehyung who was studying me like he was trying to understand my play.

Taking a deep breath, I asked, “Are the others still sleeping?”

All I got were nods in response.

The silence that ensued gave me a second to think and an idea came to mind. Would they still go out in public with me if I wore something embarrassing?

“I’ll go wake them!” I was too excited to test my theory to be shy. And after all, I’d woken them up before and nothing bad had happened.

I started with the two on the couch, coming around to find it was Namjoon and Jungkook. Seeing Jungkook’s face had me hesitating, but I quickly pushed the memory of us kissing out of my brain.

I started with Namjoon.

“Hey,” I whispered, shaking his shoulder gently. “Hey, do you wanna go somewhere with me today?”

It took a second to rouse him and as he came to, he groaned and blinked blurrily up at me.

“What?” He croaked, rubbing his hands over his face.

“Do you wanna do something with me today?”

There was a moment of silence as he comprehended my question, but when he did, he shot into a sitting position. The swift movement startled me, but I held my ground.

“With you?” He clarified with a look that asked if I was being serious. I nodded.

“Oh! I’ll come too!”

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Summary & Masterlist

Pairings: ot7 x female

Warnings:Subby Jimin, kinda/sorta but also not really?? 

WHY AM I SO NERVOUS TO POST THIS? I’ve almost posted this so many times, but then I keep thinking “but you’ve waited so long to, what if it isn’t worth the wait?” and so then I don’t and then when I go to post it again, i’ve made you wait even longer and so the ritual continues. Maybe this time I’ll actually press ‘post’.

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“I was actually attracted to your personality, but I like that you look good, too” - Unknown

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As we made our way to the front podium, the hostess didn’t spare me much of a glance, but I didn’t take offense. I’d much rather look at Hoseok and Jimin, too.

She straightened her posture but had enough dignity not to thrust out her chest. She was actually very beautiful and I couldn’t help the once-over I gave. She was the kind of girl that stabbed you in the self-esteem, just by walking into a room. Still hot though.

“Hello! Welcome, do you have a reservation?” She spoke directly to Hoseok, who had waltzed in like he owned the joint.

“Hoseok Jung.” He announced loud and clear. It was obvious by his brief, dismissive tone that he had about as much interest in her as he did the painting on the wall. I pursed my lips at his behavior. This wasn’t my environment, though, and I didn’t know what was normal or expected so I kept my mouth shut.

The woman led us through the building and out onto the back deck where fairy lights lent their gentle glow and the live band played a soft, calming melody. Almost every table was filled, but they’d been spaced far enough apart that the quiet chatter wasn’t disturbing and instead added a nice touch to the ambiance.

I could feel the rush of excitement hit me, never having eaten by the water like this before. Hoseok was still handling any and all interactions, so I turned to Jimin with wide eyes to express my joy. He returned my look of awe with a wink before motioning for me to sit in the chair he’d pulled out. Hoseok sat down as well and the hostess bid us a good night.

We’d barely settled in and picked up our menus before a cute, doe-eyed boy appeared beside Jimin, introducing himself.

“Good evening, my name is Adrian, I will be your server tonight. May I start you off with something to drink?”

“Just water, thank you,” Jimin smiled politely in that enchanting way of his and Adrian just blinked owlishly at him for a moment. Jimin’s smile faded and he raised his eyebrows in question, snapping the poor boy out of it, a blush warming his face.

“Yes, of course, I’ll be right back with that.” I’d never seen someone walk away so quickly.

Jimin turned his attention back to the table, a knowing smirk making its way onto his lips and I knew he knew the effect he had on people.

Not wanting to get caught up in Jimin’s charm, too, I turned to look at Hoseok, only to find he was already staring.

“See anything you like?” He asked, nodding to the menu in my hands.

“O-oh. Right.” I tore my gaze away from his and scanned the options. Understandably it was mostly seafood and although I was known to be a picky eater, I’d never tried lobster before and I wanted to. That was until I took a look at the prices.

Squinting my eyes, I looked up at Hoseok, gathering the courage to ask, “You’re paying, right?”

Jimin didn’t even try to hide his giggle, but I didn’t take my eyes off Hoseok.

He grinned, radiantly, “Yes.”

“In that case, can I try the lobster?” Jimin’s giggle broke out into a full laugh (that, contrary to human nature, was not loud or obnoxious at all). Hoseok looked thoroughly amused as well, but unlike his usual happy-go-lucky self, he was holding it together.

I smiled sheepishly at my bold comment but was relieved to see that he hadn’t taken any offense.

The night carried on smoothly after that. Adrian had collected himself and returned the epitome of professionalism. Hoseok had my attention most of the night, flirting and making me laugh. I hadn’t noticed before, but he was extremely charming and I found myself having to remind myself to not catch feelings. Jimin was fairly silent the whole night, but in a comfortable way, leaning back into his chair and observing.

By the end of the night, we were all a little tipsy, giggling our way down the beach. Hoseok had an arm over my shoulder as we tried to walk in time with each other.

“Awe~,” I whined, stopping.

“What’s wrong, Jagi?” He hummed contentedly as he rested his head on my shoulder.

“My shoes! I have to—oops!” I cut off, almost losing my balance when I lifted my leg up to take them off. I was slightly more intoxicated than I’d realized.

“I’ll do it!” Jimin pranced over from where he’d been toeing the waves. He’d drank more than either Hoseok or me, so he was teetering on the edge of fucking drunk, and it was apparent in the way his movements swayed.

He dropped into a crouch before me and began unbuckling my shoes, biting his plump lower lip in concentration. I couldn’t help the sharp breath I inhaled when he looked up at me with an easy grin after he’d successfully removed the first shoe. When he finished removing the other, tossing them both carelessly to the side, he let himself tip backward onto the sand — landing like a starfish. I watched with a stupid grin as Hoseok took it as an invitation to jump on top of him and pinch his cheeks.

The two busied themselves rolling around in the sand, roughhousing, so I turned my attention to the waves, feeling the cool sea breeze envelop me. Although it was a little chilly, it was refreshing.

A startled shriek left my lips as I was abruptly — and quite literally — pulled from my thoughts and I came crashing down. There was a moment of laughter between the two and I couldn’t help but join in in their contagious sounds of joy.

We ended up laying there, just looking at the black, starless sky. I didn’t know how long the comfortable silence went on for before it was broken, but it was a treasured moment of peace that felt like forever. My thoughts hadn’t been that quiet in…I couldn’t remember how long.

“You look lovely in this dress,” Jimin murmured out of nowhere, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. I turned my head to look at him, wondering absently how long he’d been watching me.

I wasn’t sober enough to get embarrassed or shy from his comment, so I just smiled and returned the compliment.

“You look ‘cutie, sexy, lovey’,” I teased, repeating what I’d heard him say a couple of times, but my amusement faded when I looked him up and down, “Maybe just ‘sexy, lovely’.” I corrected myself.

“Jagiya, why do you have to live so far away?” Hoseok suddenly asked, leaning in to rest his head on my lap. The atmosphere instantly became more somber at his reminder.

“Hey, I’m not the one moving to an entirely different country.” I evaded, booping his nose in an attempt to lighten the mood.

He scowled and pushed my hand away, sitting up to face Jimin.

“Jiminie, you’re so lucky, you got to kiss her!” He whined and my eyes went wide.

“I know.” Jimin sighed, a little too dreamily for my piece of mind.

“I—he—what?” I stuttered. What was happening?

Hoseok cupped my blushing cheeks, staring intently into my eyes. “Can I kiss you, Jagi?”

I froze, unable to process. My blood was rushing in my ears, making it hard to think, which resulted in my dumbass nodding my consent.

My eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his lips gently pecking mine. With his hands still cupping my cheeks, it went down in the books as the sweetest kiss I’d ever received.

I blamed the wine in my veins for my next move.

Surging forward as he began to pull back, I latched my lips onto his in a deep kiss, stunning him for a moment. He recovered quickly, his grip becoming tighter.

We made out like that, awkwardly sprawled in the sand, until a movement to my side caught my attention like a bucket of ice water being poured on me. I sprung back from Hoseok as I remembered Jimin’s presence.

Shit. Shit.Shit!What was I doing?!

Looking at Jimin, he met my gaze with a dark look, his head tilted to the side almost erotically — like an invitation to mark up his neck.

I quickly shook the thought from my head. “No, no, no, I didn’t mean to do that.” I stood up, backing away from them.

“Tasia, wait.” Hoseok rushed, jumping up to follow. I quickened my pace.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you like that.” Shame enveloped me as I recalled my actions.

I was in love with my best friend, yet I kissed his friends? Did Jungkook know I’d kissed Jimin? What would he think if he knew I’d now kissed Hoseok, too?

He would think I was a disgusting, two-timing, bitch.And he wouldn’t be wrong, because both kisses were equally amazing and as much as I hated myself for it, I couldn’t bring myself to wish they never happened.

They were so different. Hoseok was sweet and firm, gentlemanly but in charge. Jimin was passionate and needy, like a fire being lit inside. When they kissed me, it felt like I’d never been kissed before, like anything before them didn’t exist.

Stop thinking about it!

“Anastasia.” Something in Jimin’s voice made me stop, but I resisted turning around to face him. I felt his presence come up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and planting a gentle kiss on my exposed neck.

I didn’t dare react. My body refused to pull away, but I had just enough self-control not to lean in.

“I liked it.” His smooth, angelic voice murmured in my ear, “I liked watching. You looked so good together, I just wanted to watch.” His arms held me tighter against him, his hand trailing up to rest just under my breast. “I wanted to see what you looked like, all flushed and stretched around him. Would you let me watch? Would you let me watch him fuck you dumb? I’ll be good, I won’t touch.”

My gaze became lustful at the image he painted. “Ji-Jimin.” I stuttered and it was all I could do not to moan as his warm hand palmed my chest, contradicting the promise he’d just made.

“Yes, Jagi?” He answered between gentle kisses and suckles on my neck.

“I…” I licked my lips, trying to force a coherent thought that wasn’t just Jimin.

“Jimin.” I jumped at the stern tone of Hoseok’s voice. Jimin’s response was immediate as he sighed and pulled away. I instantly missed his touch.

“Next time.” Jimin promised when I faced him, licking his lips as he stared shamelessly.

We ended up taking a lift home, as none of us were in any state to drive. I was squished in the middle seat between the two, Hoseok’s hand resting absentmindedly on my thigh as he stared out the window. I kept having to remind myself every time his thumb brushed back and forth that it would not be a good idea to jump his bones.

Self-control. I repeated to myself.

When we arrived, I almost shoved Jimin out of the car in my rush to get out and he let out a grunt of surprise at the force with which I blew past him. My whole body was flushed and I knew I had to get away from these sex gods before I made a mistake I couldn’t come back from.

“Jagiya,” Hoseok hummed and I paused, against my better judgment, long enough for him to reach me and pull me into his arms. “We won’t fuck you tonight—,” Jimin made a noise of complaint, “—so let us walk you in, yeah?”

Looking into Hoseok’s warm eyes, I knew, I knew he was being manipulative. I didn’t miss his ‘tonight’, implying it wouldhappen another night, I wasn’t so naïve to believe they had any kind of pure intentions for me, but I was dumb. So, so dumb that I nodded my head and let them lead me up the stairs and into my home.

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