#bts x yn
Rainy day - kinktober day 4
Hoseok X gn reader
Dom!Hobi, blowjob
“Come on baby, it’s not even raining that hard now” You pout at your boyfriend. You had gone on a quick weekend away since he only had a couple of weeks until the next comeback. Unfortunately. the two of you had chosen the worst possible weekend, and a storm hit almost the moment you arrived. Not that spending time cuddling with Hoseok as you hide from the rain is a bad thing, you’d just had your heart set on exploring the gardens and woods surrounding the B+B you were staying at. But after streaming 3 films in a row your butt had gone numb. Hobi looks down at you cuddled in his arms and then glances out of the window.
“I don’t know y/n, it looks like the clouds are still rolling in” he is rightfully suspicious of the break in the downpour, but you are undeterred. You push his arms off you and stand motioning for him to come with you. He groans but follows reluctantly. You grab your coat and run out into the gardens. The area was gorgeous: beautiful ivy coloured the old bricks of the building, manicured green lawns, and walls of climbing flowers creating hidden little wonderlands throughout the grounds. Hobi held on to your hand as you pulled him down the path, admiring the excitement in your eyes from finally being outdoors.
You managed about half an hour before the rain started pelting down again. It came down in sheets and you were soaked immediately. You found shelter in a greenhouse a little way down the trail. The two of you had gone so far you could no longer see the house. Hobi glared at you playfully, silently reminding you that he had been against the walk, now the two of you were stuck there until the rain let up again. You meet his eyes a little sheepishly and he stifles a chuckle, trying to keep up his annoyed façade.
“I’m sorry Hobi, I didn’t think it’d start again so soon” your eyes drop to the floor, naturally submissive. He smiles seeing you so willing to submit to him.
“It’s okay love, I’m sure we can find a way to pass the time” his hands find their way your shoulders, applying slight pressure forcing you on to your needs “besides you look so great wet” his tongue drags along his lips as he takes in your clothing stuck to your figure, hair dripping into your eyes, and the feigned innocence in your eyes and you look up at him from your new position. The sight made his cock twitch impatiently. He unbuckles his belt and uses it to secure your hands in front of you. “Now be a good girl for me and make me feel good.”
You obey immediately, opening your mouth waiting for him to guide himself into your throat. He pushes his jeans to his ankles and his cock springs free, every time you see it your mouth waters. Nothing brings you more pleasure than serving your Hobi, making him moan while he calls you his good girl. You move forward, desperate to fill your mouth but he stops you.
“You know what my love, you’ve been so naughty getting us caught here like this maybe you don’t deserve a treat” he uses his own hand to pump his length. Positioned so close that you could lick it but you didn’t dare move if he told you know, the punishment wouldn’t have been worth it. “Maybe I should just make you watch as I make myself feel good.” The glint in his eye was evil as he pumped himself faster and faster maintaining eye contact and watching you squirm. He tensed nearing his high, the sight making you let out an involuntary whimper. This was a mistake. His hand came away from his dick and grasped your face instead. He squished your cheeks together uncomfortably and brought his face level with yours.
“Did I tell you that you could make noise love?” you shake your head slightly, unable to move anymore in his clutch. He takes his from your cheeks and forces two fingers in your mouth instead. “maybe I just need to stuff your pretty face to keep you quiet after all. He pumps his fingers in and out a few more times before removing them, quickly replacing them with his cock instead. Your hair is wrapped around his hand, so your head is immobile. He fucks into your skull relentlessly. Tears roll down your face landing on your already soaked jeans, and you gag around the intrusion. He doesn’t let up until he is ready for release. His thrusts slow as he cums down your throat. He pulls himself away from you mouth and crouches down to your level. He drags his thumbs under your eyes removing remaining tears and kisses you deeply.
“You’re amazing baby” he whispers, his forehead pressed against yours “Now lets get you out of these wet clothes and take care of you.”
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Rough day - kinktober day 3
Yoongi 18+
Praise kink/ foot fetish(kinda?)/fingering
All female recieving
Work had been long and unfruitful. Everything you had tried to achieve had been thrown back in your face. You’re close to tears when you trudge through the front door of the house you share with your husband. To your dismay he is nowhere to be found. You settle yourself on the sofa wearing only one of your husbands oversized shirts. You’d grabbed a sandwich and soda on the way, unwilling to put anymore effort into your day. You must have fallen asleep like that because the next thing you know Yoongi is crouched in front of you stroking your hair.
“Long day my love?” he asks moving to sit at the end of the sofa, laying your legs out on top his lap. He grabs one of your feet and kneads the days stress away as he listens to you vent. When you finish ranting you can feel all the tension drain from your body. You move to get closer to him, wanting nothing more then to make him feel better too, but he stops you.
“Tonight, I just want to make you feel good princess, can you let me do that?” his eyes search yours looking for approval and you nod, submitting fully to whatever he had planned. He continued kneading your feet, bending his head to press soft kisses all the way up to your ankles. Slowly his hands worked their magic all the way up calves to your thighs. His touch was unparalleled. Occasionally he would bring his fingers close to your core making you shiver but never quite touching you. Eventually he shifts you, so he is sat behind you, your head lying back on hi shoulder as he bites small marks into your neck. Massaging your shoulders and whispering sweet affirmations in between nips.
“you’re so pretty angel… look how easily you mark for me… you’re so precious to me…. I love you so much y/n” each phrase makes the blush on your face deepen; praise is not new from Yoongi, but it made you feel special every time. You moan at a particularly sharp bite and he uses the opportunity to slip a finger into your mouth, you suck on instinct. He watches you eagerly. Loving how you were always ready to please him even when it was supposed to be all about you.
He took the, now spit covered, finger from your mouth and moved it between your legs, using the moisture to rub at your hardened nub. You rut into his hand excited from the sudden escalation of the massage you’d been receiving. He chuckles at your impatience and brings his other hand down to play with your folds, dragging two of his fingers through your arousal. Once coated he plunges both inside of you, your hole burning with the sudden intrusion. The sweet mix of pleasure and pain pushed you closer and closer to your high. Your reaction only served to encourage your husband, as he moved his hands faster and faster. Your legs shake as you reach your climax, fresh arousal coating Yoongi’s hand. When he is sure you are finished, he removes his fingers from you and licks them clean.
“Wait here angel, I’m going to run you a bath,” he lays you back on the sofa and hurries off in the direction of the bathroom.
6 of the kinktober slots are still open for requests!
Reaction:Yoongi meets you in a meet and greet and you have a child with you.
Part two: Yoongi calls you.
Request: “So like… You’re open to requests right? What about a chapter 2 of this very beautiful chapter 1?”
A/N:Not me starting a reaction series wanting to write quick little one-shots open to requests and yall just requesting part two, three and four of the first thing I post lmaooo
Still open to requests tho
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Yoongi used to be so great at picking up girls.
Back in the days, back when responsibilities were far and few and eyeliner was plentiful, he could look at a girl and in seconds have her phone number in one pocket and her panties in the other.
But now, after years-long hiatus from his Don Juan career caused by a jam-packed schedule and a (then terminated) contract he read like an app Terms and Conditions (that is to say, he didn’t), Yoongi seemed to have lost his ways. Now he could look at a girl and… Well, she would look at him back. Probably.
How do you call a girl nowadays, Yoongi wondered lying on his bed. Did things change since the last time he did it? Do people still call girls “shawties” or…?
Yoongi groaned, covering his face with his hands in frustration. That was how Taehyung found him a couple minutes later, still groaning.
“What are you doing, hyung?” he asked, eyeing him from the door.
“Contemplating the consequences of my decisions” Yoongi answered, voice muffled.
“Ew, why?”
Yoongi just shrugged, deciding not to answer.
“What’s that on your hand?” Taehyung pried, nosy as ever, walking in and taking it before the older boy had the chance to react “Is that a phone number? Who are you calling?”
“Give me that!” Yoongi ripped the paper from Taehyung’s sticky fingers, smoothing the creases out “It’s just… This girl I met at the last fanmeet.”
“Oh man is it the hot Milf with the little boy?”
Yoongi sputtered “How did you… She’s not…!”
Taehyung, as usual, interrupted “Yoongi-hyuuuung” he lied down next to other, head on his shoulder “You know you are my favorite hyung right?”
Unimpressed, Yoongi stared at him like he was a piece of gum that got stuck on his shoes.
“The best hyung ever!” Taehyung continued, batting his eyelashes “Say, hyung, best hyung… What are your thoughts on threesomes…”
Yoongi pushed him away, making him roll out of the bed and fall on the ground with a thud.
There were many reasons why Yoongi wouldn’t have a threesome with Taehyung, one of them being the fact that he was an absolute brat and would drive Yoongi insane in the bedroom and not in a good way.
The other was that Yoongi was a possessive little rascal, but that wasn’t necessarily related to Taehyung. He would first have Taehyung join the rapline in a Cypher before he shared you.
“Three is a crowd” Yoongi mumbled “Get out of my room”
Taehyung left, groaning as his hand rubbed his sore ass and Yoongi was once again left with his unhelpful spiraling thoughts. Always dichotomous, his mind could be full of worries and concerns, anxious and cacophonous or as empty as Jungkook’s first apartament and just as sparsely decorated.
Right now, his thoughts were slowly picking up volume, getting louder than his braveness, and so he decided to quickly dial up your number before he could give up.
“Helloo?” a child’s voice picked up on the third ring, one he recognized as Junsuu’s.
“Hey, is this Junsuu?” Yoongi asked, making sure. Children kind of all sounded the same to him.
“Yes, it is!”
“Is this your aunt’s phone, Junsuu? Can I talk to her?” did you give him the wrong number on accident, he wondered? Do kids these days have phones this early? At that age, his parents had him playing with an avocado.
“Imo’s in the shower” Junsuu answered and Yoongi heard shifting sounds as if the young boy was moving around “Hold on” hold on? Was he going to bring the phone with you in the shower? Yoongi gripped his cellphone tighter, left eye twitching at the thought of you picking up his calls naked and dripping wet “IMO!” Junsuu screamed, scaring the living hell out of Yoongi that still had the phone close to his (now ringing) ear “There’s a man on the phone for you.”
There was some shifting again, the low humming of a shower in the background before it stopped. He could hear a door opening and muffled voices and then your voice that still haunted his dreams saying “Hello?”
Oh, God. Here goes nothing.
“Hi!” he said in a chipper voice so unlike him “Is this…?”
Wait.
Hold on.
Did he… Forget to ask…
Your name?
His left eye was probably going to remain twitching for the rest of his life. However long that would be.
It was looking shorter and shorter. He might as well just stab himself with a spork and quit while he was ahead.
Well, sort of ahead. Third place, maybe.
“Yoongi?” you whispered, sounding doubtful “Is this you?”
He gulped “Hi” he repeated “Yeah, that’s me.”
“I thought you would never call” you laughed and for a moment he thought you sounded a bit nervous, a bit shy, just like him.
“Sorry I took so long, I was gathering the courage” he justified, not wanting you to feel like he didn’t want to call you.
“I get it. It must be hard, not knowing who to trust. I could’ve been some kind of crazy sasaeng or a journalist looking to sell you out or something.”
Huh.
Well, Yoongi actually didn’t consider any of that.
See, this is why his life span was looking shorter every second. One pretty girl and a poorly timed boner was all it took to end him.
“Yoongi?” you called after a few seconds of silence, afraid you scared him away “I’m not going to sell you out. You know that, right?”
He knew that. Sort of.
“Right.” he agreed “And if you are, at least wait after the first date, please.”
“Oh” the laughter was back in your voice, teasing him “There’s going to be a date?”
“I was hoping you would at least humor me with one before you inevitably leaked my nudes.”
See, Yoongi could be funny too. He could tease you right back, 2013 Yoongi style.
“Oh” you repeated, voice lower “There’s going to be nudes?”
Nevermind. He was not funny. Retreat, retreAT.
“I thought those were more of a fourth date kind of thing. I was at least hoping to keep mine save until then”
You just kept going! Let him breathe!
“The-There’s going to be a fo-fourth date?” he managed to choke out, voice strained, mind still stuck on the idea of your nudes.
“That depends on how the first one goes.”
“So… Is that a yes?” Yoongi was pondering if it was appropriate to start a victory dance.
“Yes, I would love to go on a date with you” you said and he wondered what phone company he would have to contact to get the recording of that call “I actually have to get ready to work right now, but you can text me the details, ok?”
“Ok!” he agreed, standing up and doing his little victorious shimmy.
“Oh, and before I forget, I realized I didn’t actually introduce myself when we met. I’m Y/N.”
Yoongi sighed, relieved you saved him from the shame of having to ask you for your name. “Can’t wait for our date, Y/N. I got something great planned!”
It was only after the call was over and he was strutting to the living room, mood high and vibes immaculate, that he realized that he had absolutely nothing planned. Not a single idea in his head for a perfect date.
Vibes ruined, Yoongi started to sweat. He needed suggestions and he needed fast. Who could help him in these trying times?
His eyes fell on his band members, all hanging around in their living room, all single and without plans on a friday night, the longest relationship they had being with their hands and duct-taped-phones.
He was fucked.
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Afternoon reblog
Reaction:Yoongi meets you in a meet and greet and you have a child with you.
Part two: Yoongi calls you.
Request: “So like… You’re open to requests right? What about a chapter 2 of this very beautiful chapter 1?”
A/N:Not me starting a reaction series wanting to write quick little one-shots open to requests and yall just requesting part two, three and four of the first thing I post lmaooo
Still open to requests tho
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Yoongi used to be so great at picking up girls.
Back in the days, back when responsibilities were far and few and eyeliner was plentiful, he could look at a girl and in seconds have her phone number in one pocket and her panties in the other.
But now, after years-long hiatus from his Don Juan career caused by a jam-packed schedule and a (then terminated) contract he read like an app Terms and Conditions (that is to say, he didn’t), Yoongi seemed to have lost his ways. Now he could look at a girl and… Well, she would look at him back. Probably.
How do you call a girl nowadays, Yoongi wondered lying on his bed. Did things change since the last time he did it? Do people still call girls “shawties” or…?
Yoongi groaned, covering his face with his hands in frustration. That was how Taehyung found him a couple minutes later, still groaning.
“What are you doing, hyung?” he asked, eyeing him from the door.
“Contemplating the consequences of my decisions” Yoongi answered, voice muffled.
“Ew, why?”
Yoongi just shrugged, deciding not to answer.
“What’s that on your hand?” Taehyung pried, nosy as ever, walking in and taking it before the older boy had the chance to react “Is that a phone number? Who are you calling?”
“Give me that!” Yoongi ripped the paper from Taehyung’s sticky fingers, smoothing the creases out “It’s just… This girl I met at the last fanmeet.”
“Oh man is it the hot Milf with the little boy?”
Yoongi sputtered “How did you… She’s not…!”
Taehyung, as usual, interrupted “Yoongi-hyuuuung” he lied down next to other, head on his shoulder “You know you are my favorite hyung right?”
Unimpressed, Yoongi stared at him like he was a piece of gum that got stuck on his shoes.
“The best hyung ever!” Taehyung continued, batting his eyelashes “Say, hyung, best hyung… What are your thoughts on threesomes…”
Yoongi pushed him away, making him roll out of the bed and fall on the ground with a thud.
There were many reasons why Yoongi wouldn’t have a threesome with Taehyung, one of them being the fact that he was an absolute brat and would drive Yoongi insane in the bedroom and not in a good way.
The other was that Yoongi was a possessive little rascal, but that wasn’t necessarily related to Taehyung. He would first have Taehyung join the rapline in a Cypher before he shared you.
“Three is a crowd” Yoongi mumbled “Get out of my room”
Taehyung left, groaning as his hand rubbed his sore ass and Yoongi was once again left with his unhelpful spiraling thoughts. Always dichotomous, his mind could be full of worries and concerns, anxious and cacophonous or as empty as Jungkook’s first apartament and just as sparsely decorated.
Right now, his thoughts were slowly picking up volume, getting louder than his braveness, and so he decided to quickly dial up your number before he could give up.
“Helloo?” a child’s voice picked up on the third ring, one he recognized as Junsuu’s.
“Hey, is this Junsuu?” Yoongi asked, making sure. Children kind of all sounded the same to him.
“Yes, it is!”
“Is this your aunt’s phone, Junsuu? Can I talk to her?” did you give him the wrong number on accident, he wondered? Do kids these days have phones this early? At that age, his parents had him playing with an avocado.
“Imo’s in the shower” Junsuu answered and Yoongi heard shifting sounds as if the young boy was moving around “Hold on” hold on? Was he going to bring the phone with you in the shower? Yoongi gripped his cellphone tighter, left eye twitching at the thought of you picking up his calls naked and dripping wet “IMO!” Junsuu screamed, scaring the living hell out of Yoongi that still had the phone close to his (now ringing) ear “There’s a man on the phone for you.”
There was some shifting again, the low humming of a shower in the background before it stopped. He could hear a door opening and muffled voices and then your voice that still haunted his dreams saying “Hello?”
Oh, God. Here goes nothing.
“Hi!” he said in a chipper voice so unlike him “Is this…?”
Wait.
Hold on.
Did he… Forget to ask…
Your name?
His left eye was probably going to remain twitching for the rest of his life. However long that would be.
It was looking shorter and shorter. He might as well just stab himself with a spork and quit while he was ahead.
Well, sort of ahead. Third place, maybe.
“Yoongi?” you whispered, sounding doubtful “Is this you?”
He gulped “Hi” he repeated “Yeah, that’s me.”
“I thought you would never call” you laughed and for a moment he thought you sounded a bit nervous, a bit shy, just like him.
“Sorry I took so long, I was gathering the courage” he justified, not wanting you to feel like he didn’t want to call you.
“I get it. It must be hard, not knowing who to trust. I could’ve been some kind of crazy sasaeng or a journalist looking to sell you out or something.”
Huh.
Well, Yoongi actually didn’t consider any of that.
See, this is why his life span was looking shorter every second. One pretty girl and a poorly timed boner was all it took to end him.
“Yoongi?” you called after a few seconds of silence, afraid you scared him away “I’m not going to sell you out. You know that, right?”
He knew that. Sort of.
“Right.” he agreed “And if you are, at least wait after the first date, please.”
“Oh” the laughter was back in your voice, teasing him “There’s going to be a date?”
“I was hoping you would at least humor me with one before you inevitably leaked my nudes.”
See, Yoongi could be funny too. He could tease you right back, 2013 Yoongi style.
“Oh” you repeated, voice lower “There’s going to be nudes?”
Nevermind. He was not funny. Retreat, retreAT.
“I thought those were more of a fourth date kind of thing. I was at least hoping to keep mine save until then”
You just kept going! Let him breathe!
“The-There’s going to be a fo-fourth date?” he managed to choke out, voice strained, mind still stuck on the idea of your nudes.
“That depends on how the first one goes.”
“So… Is that a yes?” Yoongi was pondering if it was appropriate to start a victory dance.
“Yes, I would love to go on a date with you” you said and he wondered what phone company he would have to contact to get the recording of that call “I actually have to get ready to work right now, but you can text me the details, ok?”
“Ok!” he agreed, standing up and doing his little victorious shimmy.
“Oh, and before I forget, I realized I didn’t actually introduce myself when we met. I’m Y/N.”
Yoongi sighed, relieved you saved him from the shame of having to ask you for your name. “Can’t wait for our date, Y/N. I got something great planned!”
It was only after the call was over and he was strutting to the living room, mood high and vibes immaculate, that he realized that he had absolutely nothing planned. Not a single idea in his head for a perfect date.
Vibes ruined, Yoongi started to sweat. He needed suggestions and he needed fast. Who could help him in these trying times?
His eyes fell on his band members, all hanging around in their living room, all single and without plans on a friday night, the longest relationship they had being with their hands and duct-taped-phones.
He was fucked.
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Forget me not
✿: Jungkook x Reader
✿ : The one where everytime you get dumped you pretend that you never met the guy before to mess with their heads. To the point that if you run into them somewhere you reintroduce yourself and act like you’ve never seen each other before.
Enters fuckboy Jungkook who disappears after your night together, not knowing how much he was about to regret that choice.
✿ : Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, College AU
✿ /: I’m truly sorry for this sad excuse of an update.
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Jungkook was a mistake you saw coming from a mile away. His smile, his voice, the way he dressed, everything screamed “We both are going to need therapy very soon!”. So you decided very early that you’d not entertain or humor him in any way, shape or form, not sparing a single glance in his direction, keeping your distance and indifference.
Little did you know, indifference was the one thing he could not stand.
Jungkook could handle rejection, mockery and even anger. At this point, he was used to the violent aftermath of his short and sordid affairs.
Angry tears and shouted voicemails no longer fazed him, being sort of an occupational hazard, an expected outcome to his fuckboy lifestyle. Crying girls didn’t move him, no matter how much they sobbed. Jungkook was fully prepared to deal with any sort of hard feelings left behind a one night stand.
Except, of course, apathy.
Talented, funny and charming, Jungkook was born and raised in the spotlight. He grew and thrived under praise and attention. Even then, in his most rebellious phase, he was still loved by his family and adored by his peers. Older and more infamous, Jungkook was still golden to everyone.
Except, of course, you.
At first, it didn’t really bother him. You were just a girl in his class that didn’t actually pay that much attention to him, which was fine, since he had all the attention he could possibly need. But then he started noticing other things - like how you didn’t laugh when he cracked a joke out loud or the way you never acknowledged his presence even outside of the lecture hall.
Those little acts of disinterest very quickly started getting under his skin, annoyance growing when he saw you interacting with anyone but him, smiling and waving at his colleagues but seeing right through him until it all culminated into him cornering you after class, determined in catching your eyes and making you notice him, if only to understand why you didn’t before.
“Hey” he said, leaning on your desk as you put your things away, other students long gone “have we met? You look familiar”
You looked up, reluctantly meeting his stare with a deadpan look “Yes, we have both been in this class for months” your delivery was dry and disengaged.
“No, that’s not it” he followed you as you started to walk away, flinging your backpack over your shoulder and almost hitting his face “I think I’ve seen you before this”
You did not answer, just quickened your steps, but he carried on, getting desperate “Maybe in my dreams”
Your steps faltered and for a moment he thought he had you “Or maybe” you turned slightly to him, picking up your pace “in your nightmares. Like those where someone is trying to chase you with a machete and you try to run, but can’t, so you get stuck in a morbid fantasy which later leads to subconscious oneiric trauma, deeply harming your sleep schedule. Maybe I’m your sleep paralysis demon.”
That was not the answer he was expecting, if he was expecting any at all. Jungkook stopped in his tracks, goosebumps on his skin from fear and an inexplicable, slightly questionable attraction. You did not look back, leaving him flabbergasted in your wake “Let’s not stick around to find out which one!”
That day, Jungkook went home and googled what oneiric meant, head full of obstinate fascination, determined to understand why you hated him and how to change that.
Fast forward to a few weeks later and Jungkook completely understood why you hated him. In fact, your hatred was expected and justified, which was why he left your bed early enough to not have to deal with it, slipping through your sleeping fingers.
“I can’t believe you just left.” Taehyung, his friend, told him later. They were hanging out at the campus cafe, waiting for the first class of the day to start.
Jimin snorted from beside him “Have you met Jungkook before? He never stays around.”
Jungkook nodded, eyes darting around looking for you, ready to run at the sight of a single strand of your hair.
“It just sounds counterproductive, that’s all.” Taehyung continued “You spend weeks running after this girl despite her apparently hating your guts, finally gets her to go out with you just to tap out after one night? Why go through all the trouble? Just to get your ass kicked? Is it like a pain kink or a death wish sort of thing?”
“I think it’s a ‘I need psychological evaluation’ sort of thing” Jimin added teasingly.
Jungkook groaned, covering his face with his large hands “Maybe it’s a ‘mind your fucking business’ kind of thing”.
“Well, your fucking business is coming our way, so maybe you shoud start minding it for a change”
Jungkook’s head snapped up so quickly his neck cracked loudly, his eyes finding you in the crowd easily after several days worth of practice. You were just walking in, on your phone, the backpack you always carried hanging by one shoulder strap, swinging as you walked up to the end of the ordering line, close enough to his table that he could listen to snippets of your conversation “Jane, please, we have talked about this… Saying it louder is not gonna make me agree with you! Jane…” you shifted in place, rolling your eyes before accidentally meeting Jungkook’s stare.
He froze, eyes locked unblinking, holding his breath while his friends watched his demise with nothing but amusement.
But then you blinked twice, frowned and looked away. “Some guy is staring at me” he heard you say, voice weary “I don’t know who it is, Jane, some dude” you glanced at him again quickly, looking creeped out “of course I’m carrying a taser, Jane, I’m not an animal… You know what, this coffee is not even worth the visual harassment, God I hate men…”
And with that you exited the place, once again leaving behind a very confused Jungkook, his now perpetual state.
“Dude, I thought you said you fucked her?”
“I did.”
“Did you forget to tell her?”
“Or did you just get to the ultimate level of being a whore, where you don’t even have to sleep with people, you just have to believe you did? Sort of like being a manifestation slut, sending horny energies into the universe…”
“Oh my God, shut up!” Jungkook snapped “Of course I slept with her! Why would I lie about shit like this?”
Jimin shrugged “Because maybe you couldn’t get her to actually sleep with you?”
Now that got Jungkook blood boiling, never being one to take jabs at his abilities lightly.
“Come to think of it, have we ever seen those two together?”
Jungkook had heard enough, standing and flipping his sniggering friends off before storming off after you.
He did not know what kind of game you were playing or if this was some sort of weird comping mechanism you had, but he was determined to set his record straight. Despite the less than stelar state of your now dead non-relationship, you had a history together that had to be acknowledged, afterall Jungkook lived for the recognition of his accomplishments and he would not allow you to tarnish his carefully and purposefully dirty reputation by turning him into a liar.
Or even worse, someone you could just forget.
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pairing(s):yoongi x reader, seokjin x reader, ??? x reader
summary: Kim Seokjin reveals his true colors. Min Yoongi freeloads off his roommate (just a little). Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook make an appearance.
warnings:non-idol!AU; in which everyone makes bad choices; slow burn; rated M (18+) for language, mentions of drug use, violence, mentions of depression, abusive relationship
See prologue for notes. I am not condoning any of this behavior, in case that wasn’t abundantly clear.
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“I’m telling you; the public is changing. They want accessibility.”
“They want to get high, Seokjin.”
He grinned. He was alone this time, standing next to the window in his expensive suit. He honestly didn’t need to be in a suit, but he wore it because he knew he looked good in it.
“They still don’t want to get caught.”
She snorted, an inelegant sound that made Seokjin frown. She couldn’t say more so she just looked away from him. He moved away from the window and stepped towards her, taking note of the bucket hat and loose jeans. Brown belt, big loose black sweater.
“You could have at least dressed up for me.”
He saw her lips twist into a pout and she looked up at him with those black holes, viewing him from under the hat.
“Does it matter?” she replied sharply.
He smiled at her.
“Is the problem money? Do you need me to gift you some pretty dresses?”
She rolled her eyes at him. “I don’t need money and you know that.”
He leaned down just a bit and felt her stiffen at his closeness. “Then why are you here?” His eyes flickered up to hers but she wasn’t watching. She was purposefully looking away from him.
“Just give me the fucking pills then,” she mumbled.
“That’s a good girl.”
And he pulled his gun away from her stomach before turning around and giving her the package in a reusable grocery bag.
-
She sat slumped in the train seat, bucket hat over her eyes. It was like she wasn’t even there – people passed by her without giving a second glance. That was the point. She always kept her dark hair and her clothes plain, a forgettable existence to anyone who could be watching.
She didn’t believe Seokjin was an evil person. Not really. Maybe in a different parallel timeline, he was a cheerful person who brought happiness and joy to everyone he met. But not this Kim Seokjin. No, this Kim Seokjin was her drug supplier and it wasn’t a cheerful profession, if one could even call it that.
She doubted Seokjin would actually shoot her. After all, if he wanted to fuck like he claimed, it would be hard with a bloody hole in her stomach.
It wasn’t a theory she was willing to test in the moment though.
She had argued with him because she didn’t want to deal different substances. Quite frankly, she didn’t think she could do this anymore. As if on cue, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out to see a notification on her lock screen. She bit her lip.
She had thought about changing her lock screen many times but each time she saw his smile, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
You’re so pathetic, she thought to herself.
She put in her password and looked at her texts. It was simply labelled, Guide. That’s what Seokjin was named on her phone.
Miss you, Moon.
She shoved her phone back into her pocket and tried not to think about it.
-
Yoongi let out a groan and pressed his forehead onto the front door. He barely made rent this month. It was due in three days and he barely had enough in his account to pay rent and have one meal. One meal. He didn’t know how he was going to survive at this rate. The plastic bag with his one convenience store meal banged against the door and he jumped.
Sighing at his own plight, he punched in the code and entered the apartment. He staggered back, immediately hit by the delicious smell of…
Beef.
Grilled beef.
He blinked, looking around the apartment.
There was his roommate, standing next to the stove. Loose grey sweatshirt and matching sweatpants with a cream apron cinching in her waist. Hips swinging to the beat that was playing in her Bluetooth headphones as she turned over the strips of beef, oil popping and sizzling. The smoke was drifting out of the open window but the smell pervaded throughout.
Words couldn’t describe how jealous he was right now.
He looked down and closed the door, staring at his pathetic little boxed lunch through the plastic. Frustration and annoyance threatened to overwhelm him. He wanted to hurl it at the wall. Why couldn’t he have her life? Not a care in the world, dancing away as she cooked that delicious-smelling beef while he was stuck in his shitshow of a–
“Oh, Yoongi.”
His head snapped up at his name. She was staring at him with the headphones around her neck. Black holes staring at him. He felt suddenly exposed, as if she could read his thoughts.
She gestured with her tongs. “You want some beef?”
He raised a hand, chuckling slightly as he shook his head. “No… No, it’s fine. It’s your food.”
And then his stomach growled so loudly that he himself looked down to stare at it. It was even louder than the sizzling beef. He had never been so betrayed by his bodily functions in his life. And his dick had chosen in some weird girls in his time.
She laughed, the first time he had ever heard her laugh. It made her eyes crinkle up and her shoulders shake, a laugh that made those dead eyes disappear for just a second. She tilted her head just a bit and grinned, shaking her head.
“I’ll prepare another bowl for you.”
He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, disturbing his beanie. “I’ll do the dishes then.”
“Sounds like a deal.”
He placed his boxed lunch in the fridge – a bit further in the back – and sat awkwardly at one of the stools at the counter. She placed a bowl of rice in front of him and handed him a plate of four thick slices of beef. He could feel himself drooling at the sight. She leaned forward just a bit and he realized she must have noticed. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand hastily.
“Hmm.” She was smiling at him.
Shit.
She placed a fifth piece of meat on his rice and shook her head, still chuckling. There was a plate of kimchi on the table too. He looked at it and she noticed that too.
“Go ahead. Store bought.”
He took a bite of the beef first. He swore his eyes rolled back into his head. Seasoned, cooked with some pink in the middle. It was like a flavor explosion in his mouth. Maybe it wasn’t actually that good, but he hadn’t had freshly cooked meat in so long that he had forgotten what it tasted like.
He chewed gratefully, slowly opening his eyes. He was going to say something but she was staring at her phone, looking troubled. She was picking meat off the pan, chewing hurriedly.
“It’s… really good.”
She looked up at him and raised her eyebrows. “Hm? Oh. It’s just marinated beef. There’s some left in the fridge if you want it for dinner.”
Please, oh God, yes. “No, no, I couldn’t eat your food,” he said awkwardly, not really believing in his own words.
She shrugged. “You should cook it. I probably won’t be home until late.” She looked back at her phone; eyes fixated on the screen. She seemed to be concentrating on something. Then she abruptly put her phone down. “You do know how to cook, right?”
He nodded quickly. “Uh, yeah. My brother is a chef. He taught me the basics.”
“Oh.” She looked a bit embarrassed at her own question. “Good. I won’t come to a burned down apartment then.”
It was then they realized they knew very little about each other. She looked awkward and shoved her phone in her pocket before she continued eating. He stared back down at his rice and continued chewing. Fuck. It tasted really good.
“I noticed you’ve been eating a lot of convenience store food.”
He winced. “Yeah…”
She poked the end of her chopsticks at him. “You should make more food at home. All that packaging is bad for the environment,” she said sternly.
“Ah… yeah.”
She finished the last bit of her rice and set the pan and bowl in the sink, running water over them with a bit of soap.
“I have to go.”
He nodded awkwardly. She left the kitchen to go to her room. He let out an exasperated sigh after she closed the door. He wasn’t really sure why he couldn’t talk to her that well. It wasn’t like he was weird around girls. Maybe it was that unapproachable feeling surrounding her.
Or maybe it was because he knew he had to pay her soon.
She came back out dressed in the same sweatpants and an open black hoodie. His eyes widened when he noticed she was wearing a white crop top underneath. She slung a small duffel bag against her shoulder. It was actually a very attractive look on her.
She turned and he saw she was fresh faced, with minimal makeup. She walked over to him, staring straight at him. No, not him.
She plucked the grey beanie off his head.
“I’m gonna borrow this.”
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“Jimin, I am not upping your order.”
Those perfectly plump lips curved into a pout. “Moonie, pleaaaase? Pretty please?”
She raised an eyebrow and shook her head. “No. I brought your current order with me and I didn’t bring extra. I told you before–”
“I know, I know… A dead customer isn’t a paying customer.”
Well, actually my saying is a dead addict isn’t a paying addict. They were standing at the edge of the dance studio. It was already closed, so the windows were dark and no one was around. The particular corner they stood at couldn’t be seen by the windows. She tapped her sneaker against the hardwood. Park Jimin, dance choreographer and current customer, rubbed the back of his head sheepishly and handed her a cheap blue plastic water bottle. She was wearing her black gloves but had no problem screwing the lid open. She looked inside, satisfied to see the correct amount. She was good at that. She tucked it away in her duffel bag and handed him the small brown paper bag in response, pills tucked in a believable prescription bottle.
“Thanks, Moon. I really needed this.”
Her brows furrowed as he opened the bottle hastily and took one right there in front of her. His orange hair stuck to his forehead, probably due to sweat, but it made him look desperate.
“Jimin, if you need them that bad, you should go see a doctor.”
He winced as he chugged down a gulp of water. “I know. I know… It’s just… award season is coming soon. I need to stay busy.”
She wanted to punch him. You fucking idiot, you’re going to kill yourself.
“Hey, um… I was wondering if you still take on customers? I know a guy…”
She rolled her eyes. “Jimin, please keep your trap shut for your safety and mine. Do you want to get arrested?”
“Are you the one doing the arresting?”
A new, deep voice penetrated the room. A cocky smile and an all-black shadow drifted into the room. The black sweatshirt was so huge it might as well have been a blanket. Dark brown eyes and dark brown hair, slightly long and damp.
She shoved her hands in her black hoodie and glared at Jimin. “You best believe the Guide will hear about this.”
Fear flashed in Jimin’s eyes. “No, wait. Wait, Jungkook–”
“Is this her? Your dealer?” His eyes raked down her frame, briefly fixating on her white crop top. She only wore it because she knew Jimin wasn’t going to mess with her – Seokjin made sure of that – but she hadn’t counted on someone else appearing. “She’s a cute little thing, isn’t she?”
Jimin smacked his chest, trying to push him back. “Stop. You can’t flirt with her,” he warned.
A muscle in her leg tensed. She thought about running but it was better to diffuse the situation.
“Why not?” The one named Jungkook grinned. “Hey, can you hook me up with some of the fun stuff? Not like what Jimin-ssi has here… You know. The fun shit.”
You little– “If you want the fun shit, you have to pay fun shit prices.”
He smiled at her. She did not like it. Not one bit.
“Yeah?”
He took a step towards her. And another. He was trying to back her against the wall, but she stood her ground. Every muscle in her body was tensed. She knew enough to avoid getting her ass kicked by the regular guy. Maybe a little more. He looked down at her, lips curled into a sly smirk. He had a jawline that could cut by itself. He was wearing a gentle cologne and, to be honest, he was attractive, which would be a shame if she had to break that nose.
“Maybe we can strike a deal?”
“Jungkook, I swear, if you even so much as put a finger on her,” Jimin said sternly. She could hear the warning in the shorter male’s voice. It was pretty frightening considering Jimin was one of her more cheerful customers.
Jungkook grinned and backed off. “I’m just kidding.”
She looked away from him and glowered at Jimin. He shook his head.
“Please don’t tell him,” he pleaded.
She looked back at Jungkook, who seemed quite smug about it all. Without warning, she swiftly kicked the back of his knees, making him stumble and cry out.
“Moon, please–”
Another swift chop straight to the sternum and Jungkook was on his knees, gasping for air. She held her fist centimeters from Jungkook’s face, making him freeze. Jimin hovered around, concerned, but it seemed like he was more concerned about her then Jungkook. And within those seconds of exchange, she realized two things.
One, Jungkook was fit. Really fit. And two, if she didn’t have surprise, then she probably would have bitten off more than she could chew. And that would mean…
She clutched her duffel bag and sent Jungkook her most scorching glare.
“Don’t get yourself involved in shit way over your head, kid.”
And, of course, instead of being apologetic or even angry, Jungkook smiled, licking his lips.
“Okay, noona.”
Later, when she was sitting in her room, she really wished she had just punched him.
-
“Are you coming to my party?” The phone quality didn’t hide the honey in Seokjin’s voice.
“No.”
She could almost hear his pout. “You never come anymore. We used to have such fun. You, me, and–”
She cut him off. “Did you talk to Jimin?”
His tone instantly darkened. “I did. He was very apologetic.”
She made a noise of disapproval.
“I didn’t break anything this time.”
“This time,” she echoed. “What about the brat?”
Seokjin brightened. “We had a little discussion. He’ll be a new customer soon.”
She wanted to strangle him. “Seokjin, I toldyou–”
“You only serve a few customers and you complain about one? One rowdy little thing?”
“This rowdy little thing is going to be trouble,” she warned.
“Don’t worry, my darling,” Seokjin cooed. “I made it very clear you’re mine.”
“I’m n–” And of course he hung up before she could say anything else. She glared at her phone and growled. She didn’t throw it, but she wanted to.
“Bastard,” she muttered to herself.
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in other words: My Roommate is a Drug Dealer
pairing(s): yoongi x reader, seokjin x reader, ??? x reader
summary:Min Yoongi is in luck when a super cheap room is up for rent. Or maybe not.
warnings: non-idol!AU; in which everyone makes bad choices; slow burn; rated M (18+) for language, mentions of drug abuse, depression and suicidal thoughts, abusive relationships, eventual smut
note: Main character is female. I use ‘she’ instead of ‘you’ in this case because I’m more comfortable writing the omnipresent POV. You are welcome to think of ‘she’ as yourself or an OC. Her name is never explicitly mentioned. The character’s appearance is set to fit the story and her role.
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When he saw the ad online, he couldn’t believe the price. It had to be a joke. There had to be hidden fees or something wrong with the room. He was preparing himself for disappointment. It was too good to be true. As he arrived to the neat complex, he checked around for anything sketchy. It was eerily quiet as he knocked.
“Min Yoongi, right?”
The woman who greeted him at the door was calm and polite. She was wearing a large baggy gray sweatshirt and black pants with black slippers. He guessed she was around his age. Long dark hair, tied in a low ponytail. A plain, almost forgettable face. Almost, if it wasn’t for her piercing dark eyes. They were like bottomless pits, as if he was staring into a pair of black holes. He looked away quickly, somewhat perturbed.
“Uh… yeah. I’m here to look at the room.”
He needed this. After being kicked out of his last apartment, he couldn’t go home. He had to have something to show his parents that he could be successful in the music industry. But after producing a few remote albums and tracks, he barely had anything. Not to mention getting ripped off multiple times had him in this sticky financial situation. He bit his lip as he stepped into the apartment, looking around anxiously.
It was actually a very empty apartment. The center room was a living room and kitchen combination but there was no living room furniture, only a record player and boxes of records on a large bookshelf against the wall. The kitchen had two black stools at the counter. It was clean and neat, almost military. She gestured to the right, to the open door.
“This is the room,” the woman was saying quietly. “Bathroom is around the corner.”
There was no furniture in the room. Absolutely none. He tilted his head, looking around. The hardwood floors shone and despite how clean it was, he could see nick marks in the wood. He almost breathed in relief. At least there was some evidence someone lived here.
“Why hasn’t the room been rented out yet?” he asked, turning to the woman. “It looks nice.”
She was watching him carefully. It was unsettling. “Because I have rules that the tenant must agree to.”
Here we go. “What rules?”
Her eyes were fixated on him, blinking very sparingly. She held a hand up, counting with her fingers. “One: no people over. None. No friends, no family, no fuckbuddies. You want to fuck someone, do it at their place,” she stated with a completely straight face.
He was stunned at her language. He was beginning to understand why this place was still up for rent.
“Two: clean up after yourself. I will not ask twice. If you do not clean up after yourself, I will kick you out without hesitation. Three: I live in the room across from you.” She pointed with her pinky and he saw the other room opposite his. The door was closed. “If you have a problem with that, then leave. And finally, four…”
She paused. His throat felt dry.
“You break the record player or any of the records, I will break you.”
She said it so seriously that he was confused for a second. “Is… is that it?”
A small smile appeared on her lips. He blinked.
“Well, usually I just turn people away when I know they’re going to be assholes. You seem alright,” she replied, more to herself than to him. “You said you were a music producer? Is your work quiet?”
“I can work with headphones on,” he said hurriedly. “If needed, I can soundproof the room so you don’t hear much.”
“Hmm.” She was inspecting him like a hawk. He could feel her eyes on him. She took a few steps around him as she entered the room after him. “Have a lot of friends?”
His eyes shifted to the floor. “Not really.”
“Yeah, well, me neither. Rent is due on the first of each month.”
And that was that.
-
She was polite enough. She helped him move all of his equipment into the room and brought him some tables and a chair, saying they were from a secondhand store. He brought a mattress and set it up with a pillow and blanket. She was always dressed plainly. She had thin hands and long fingers. He noticed them when she was helping him move the tables.
He didn’t understand if she had a job or not. He would hear her leave at random times and she would reappear at equally random times. Sometimes in a black long coat, sometimes in a black bomber jacket and jeans, sometimes in a fluffy white jacket that made her look like a giant marshmallow. He noticed her makeup was always different too – sometimes very little, sometimes quite heavy, sometimes somewhere in between. If it wasn’t for his dire financial situation, he might have thought more about how he wasn’t quite sure what her face looked like.
Instead he spent most of his time in his room, working on his music.
-
“How’s my favorite girl?”
“I’m fine, Seokjin.”
She almost rolled her eyes at the man, who was sitting between two very attractive, very coked-out women. They threw themselves all over him, kissing his neck and chest through his dress shirt and blazer. Unfortunately, she couldn’t roll her eyes. She had to be serious.
He pouted. It was almost cute, if it wasn’t for the dangerous glint in his eyes. “Just fine? How can I make it better, my darling?”
“I’m not your darling, Seokjin,” she corrected calmly, setting the laptop bag in front of him. It was a scruffy laptop bag, similar to the type that students used.
“Yet.”
He pushed the girls aside and opened the bag, eyes lighting up at he saw the money. He zipped it back up and set his elbows on his knees, looking up curiously at her. “Wearing your gloves again, I see.”
She shrugged. “Eczema is pretty bad this year.”
The corner of his mouth curved upwards. “It’s bad every day of the year.”
She didn’t reply. He noticed she was dressed in a long black coat with a white blouse and ill-fitted black pants. Simple black shoes. Almost as if she was going to work. He frowned, shaking his head.
“I’m not into this ensemble today. I much preferred the jogger aesthetic you had on last time.”
She smiled. “You just like tight pants.”
“You know me too well.”
He stood up, confusing the girls. They ended up flopping on top of each other, giggling. He walked around the marble coffee table, handing her a leather-bound folder stuffed with papers.
“I’m glad you decided to continue working for me.”
She kept the smile plastered to her face as she took the folder from him. She kept it there as she bowed politely and walked out of that room, out of that house. Out of that neighborhood, until she was on the subway. The smile faded, replaced with a blank expression. The leather folder felt heavy in her hands. It felt like a brick she was dragging all the way home. She walked into the apartment, hearing the faint bass of music leaking underneath Yoongi’s door. He was a model roommate. He would probably be good looking too if he wasn’t so obsessed with music and less with eating a normal diet. But he was clean and kept to himself, so all was well.
She slipped into her room and locked the door.
The leather-bound folder was placed on the empty table. She took off her black leather gloves and replaced them with plastic ones. A swift swipe with a disinfecting wipe to get rid of the oils and the fingerprints. She opened the folder carefully, putting the useless papers aside. She found what she was looking for.
She pulled up her chair and sat down, staring at it.
It was like this every time. She questioned it every time. Then, like clockwork, she turned and opened a drawer to find the small plastic baggies. Slowly and carefully, she began to divide the white powder into the appropriate weight using the small scale in her desk.
Careful.
So careful not to breathe it in.
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wake up | myg
summary: reader wakes yoongi up in a specialway.
paring: non-idolYoongi x Reader (established relationship)
rating: 18+ ONLY
genre: fluff, smut
w/c:1k
warnings: cursing, oral sex, (m. receiving) switch reader, switch yoongi. (If you catch anything else I forgot to add, please don’t hesitate to let me know)
a/n: I wrote this in under an hour cuz ima hoe… anyways, please enjoy
Getting the chance to witness Yoongi as he slept was a rarity of its own. The raven-haired male was infamous for waking up before the early chirps of newborn birds and falling asleep only after you’ve drifted off into dreamland, so today was something special. Having him rest so soundly beside you, warm sunlight spilling across his flawless skin, and thick lashes soft against the apples of his cheeks as the rhythm of his faint breath exhaled past his lips.
“You’re so beautiful.” You soundly whisper, watching as Yoongi slowly began to wake from his slumber.
Your fingers begin to dance along the flesh of his ivory chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps down it’s path. The further you venture, the more you notice something twitching underneath the thin fabric of the sheets. “Oh,” You giggle, eyes panning to the stiff erection, standing proudly beneath the linen.
“Baby~?” You mew softly, fingers trickling past his torso to the edge of his waistband. “Is this okay?”
Yoongi’s lashes slowly begin to flutter open, tongue darting across his dry lips out of habit. It takes a moment for his vision to come to, but when it does, you’re the first thing he sees. Your wild bedhead framing around your delicate face, eyes narrowed seductively low, and plump lips formed into the shape of a wicked smirk. It was then he noticed your hand, so dangerously close to the needy dick twitching in his boxers. “Please.”
Never one to turn down your lover, your hand slips beneath the thin layer of fabric, immediately met with the heat of Yoongi’s manhood. Your fingers find the thick base of his shaft, palming around the veiny, hot flesh.
Yoongi utters a grunt, stuttering his hips upward due to the bewitching sensation of your sweet touch. “You’re always so sensitive when I touch you here.” You giggle, palm slowly beginning to work up and down his shaft.
Yoongi’s breath staggers in his throat, eyelids riding low as a familiar tightness begins to coil within the pit of his abdomen. “I-I had a dream…” He struggled to articulate his speech, your soft hand around his dick having an effect on him. “A-about you.”
Your tongue flirtatiously darts across your bottom lip, “Oh, yeah?” you start with a smirk, antagonizing his sexual frustration. “What was your dream about, baby?” You squeeze your hand tighter, just how Yoongi liked it.
Yoongi’s throat releases a hiss, eyelashes fluttering as he takes a nibble out of his lip.“ Y-you were s-sucking me o-of.” He stuttered in the form of a slight pout, and fuck did you love it when he pouted. “B-but you didn’t l-let me c-cum.” Jet orbs glossing over
“Aww, that’s so mean of me.” You reply coyly, fingers teasing around his mushroom tip, massaging in his sticky pre-cum. “Do you think you deserve to cum, Yoongi?” you ask, toying with his dick as if it were your own personal plaything.
“I- I do deserve it.” He finds the strength to say. “I’m a good m-man to you, aren’t I?” He makes sure to add as if to plead his case.
“Yes, you’re very good to me, Yoongi.” His body shivers as you whisper into the shell of his ear. “So I’ll give you what you want.” After maneuvering under the sheets, you slowly peel back the waistband of Yoongi’s boxers, allowing his tall erection to spring free. You lick your lips at the mighty sight, pre-cum glistening at the tip, healthy veins protruding from the sides, and a thickness that made you crave him even more. “You always look so yummy,” You say, tongue darting out to collect the first taste of his red tip.
“Shit,” Yoongi grunts, uncontrollably jolting his hips upward.
You were never one to leave your boyfriend unsatisfied, so opening your mouth wide and swallowing him whole was always the option with the best results. The tip of your nose reaches the forest of his pubic hair, tongue massaging the bottom of his shaft. The grunts and moans slipping past Yoongi’s lips give the encouragement to hold your gag reflex, allowing you to relax your throat.
“Oh, fuck.” Yoongi’s hands move on their own, gripping the back of your hair to hold your mouth in place. With eyes rolled back, he’s inching his shaft as far as it can reach. Your mouth feels immaculate around him, the thick wetness of your saliva and the tightness of your throat, fuck he could orgasm then and there. “C-can I…?” Yoongi mutters, almost too afraid to ask.
You know precisely what Yoongi means by his question; he wants to take control. The very thought of him using your mouth and throat for his sexual leisure causes a spike of pleasure to pulse between your thighs. So, of course, you nod to his request.
Gripping at the back of your hair tighter, Yoongi guides your hollowed-out mouth slowly up and down his thickness. “T-tap me if y-you need to b-breathe.” He utters, eyes rolling back to the erotic sensation your hungry mouth was providing.
You nod to the suggestion but also know you won’t be needing air anytime soon. After years of being with Yoongi, you’ve perfected the art of inhaling and exhaling through your nostrils.
“Shit, y-your mouth is so good.” Yoongi stutters while you bob your head to the speed that he desired, erotic wet sounds exuded from beneath the sheets. “I-I fuckin love you.” With every passing moment, the pulsing in Yoongi’s dick intensifies along with the aching to release. “Wanna swallow for me, baby?”
You thought it cute that he even asked, and if his dick wasn’t being shoved halfway down your esophagus, you would have giggled, but instead, you nod to his request.
“G-gotta see you,” Yoongi yanks away the sheets, revealing your sexy mouth gobbling away at his dick, thick saliva collecting at the base of his shaft and your alluring, hazed eyes gazing up at him; his own personal goddess. “My sexy girl gonna take my load in her mouth? You gonna do that for me?”
You don’t stop bobbing, sucking him all in as your eyes screamed the words, “yes, please.”
As if on queue, the rubber band sensation, stretching in the pit of Yoongi’s abdomen, finally snaps. “Oh, fuck!” He yells, holding your head in place to collect the large amount of cum releasing into your throat. He thrusts a few final times, colors exploding in his vision while riding the explosive high of his orgasm.
And just like he asked, you have no problem swallowing it all, gulping down the salty evidence of your boyfriend’s orgasm, before your lips release the tip of his dick with a -pop-.
A satisfied smile gleams across Yoongi’s rosy cheeks as he grabs your arm, gesturing you to lay beside him, “Come here.”
Doing as you’re told, your head plops into the pillow beside Yoongi’s head, gazing into his glossy, hooded eyes.
“You’re so fuckin perfect,” Yoongi says, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead, thanking you for the happy ending he’d just received. “What do you want for breakfast?” his fingers stroking throughout your hair as he watched you in awe.
The light glaze of sweat glistening across Yoongi’s skin and the softness in his deep, onyx eyes melted you inside. You loved him so much that after 2 years of being together, butterflies still managed to flutter in the pit of your stomach. “Pancakes!” You nearly shout, a bit too excited at the mention of breakfast.
Yoongi chuckles at your animated behavior. “Let’s get showered, and then I’ll make you a tall stack of pancakes.” He watches as the excitement grows in your eyes, reminding him of the many reasons why he fell hard for you. “I love you.” Yoongi manages to sneak in the phrase before you could respond.
Your heart did that thing where it nearly somersaulted out of your chest. How did you get so lucky to have such a beautiful, perfect man in your bed every morning? So, without hesitation, you respond, “I love you too, Min Yoongi.”
date posted:4-6-2020
Summary: You are a young witch in her fifth year in Hogwarts. You come from a long line of pureblooded Slytherins and you want to make your family proud by focusing on your studies. But ever since you started your first year, what is possibly the most flirtatious boy in your house has been giving his all to grab your attention.
Word count: 2.82k
A/N: Slytherin!Jimin x Slytherin!Reader, a/n/n= annoying nick name, I’m going to change the age differences between the members for the sake of the fanfic. I’m going to be writing the members into the houses that RM sorted them into. BTS’s Hogwarts Houses.
Warnings: swearing, 1 year age gap between jimin and reader (But it’s not really focused on), magic, mentions of Twilight. Sometimes Y/n gets flustered easily. idek. Their relationship is all over the place to be honest.
he really gives me Slytherin vibes in this gif.
To say that I had no interest in boys would be an understatement. I didn’t give four shits about them. I already had enough trouble with keeping my grades up, training for quidditch and being a proud Hogwarts student.
My family came from a long line of ambitious Slytherins. Although not nearly as known as the Malfoys, we had quite the reputation. When I had been sorted into Slytherin in my first year, I made it my top priority to not disappoint my family. That meant doing my best to leave an impression in Hogwarts. To be remembered. Recently I’d been falling behind in transfiguration. Today, in the middle of the lesson, I had tried to catch up with stuff I’d yet to write down. Something that Professor Snape had not appreciated. He’d given me detention, and so by the end of the day I didn’t have enough time to finish the homework assigned by other teachers.
Currently I was sat in the Slytherin common room, trying to catch up on work. I heard footsteps come into the common area and I immediately knew who they belonged to. I sighed and ignored the person that I came in.
I did mention that I had no interest in boys right? Well there was this one guy who just couldn’t take a hint. He had been on me since first year all the way to my fifth year. This year. He followed me through the halls, trying to make conversation with me. I only ever tried to push him away, so I never know why he keeps trying. Sometimes he reminds me more of a Hufflepuff than a Slytherin. How he was friends with one of the students that couldn’t be more of a Slytherin still puzzled me? (And I don’t mean that stereotype that Draco Malfoy left behind for us. I mean a true Slytherin.)
But he also held that cheeky side that gave him that Slytherin trait. He was very naturally flirty and he used that on me and if I’m being totally honest. I kinda liked it. But never acted on those feelings. He was flirty with everyone. Thats what I always told myself.
When that same boy sat next to me on the couch I did the same thing I always did. I didn’t pay him any attention. “So a/n/n…”
“You know I don’t like that name,” I say as I kept my eyes on my parchment.
“Anyway,” he says, changing the subject as soon as it emerged. “I’ve started reading this book.” He paused, when he saw that I was still paying him no mind he continued. “It’s called Twilight. Do you know it?”
I look up at him with a glare. “Yes, I do know it. Unfortunately.” You may be thinking. A pureblood Slytherin reading muggle books? Let me assure you that my family is very accepting regardless of bloodline. I had multiple muggle friends outside of Hogwarts. Most of them, much more loyal than anyone else here. But anyway, back to the “conversation” at hand. “And?” I asked him through gritted teeth as I held my glare on him.
“I was wondering,” he muses, ignoring my hard stare. He leans back against the back of the couch, looking up at the ceiling of the chamber. “When does it get interesting?” I snort out a laugh. I couldn’t help but laugh at his question. I clutched my stomach as I doubled over in laughter. The look of confusion on his face only making the whole situation funnier than it already was.
When I finally come down from my laughing high, I finally answer his question. “It doesn’t.” His once confused expression turns into one of unamusement.
“Okay, I get it,” he says. “So you don’t like Twilight.”
“Not in a million years.” I shake my head.
“So which books do you like?”
“I’m not telling you,” I say. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and nests his head into the crook of my neck.
“Please tell me,” he pleaded. He began trailing kisses up my neck. I could hear my heart beating and felt my face heat up. Merlin’s beard, Y/n. Get a grip on yourself.
“Fuck off Jimin,” I stuttered. His actions were flustering me and by the smirk I could feel on his lips. He knew this too.
“Sorry, but I can’t do that,” he says against my neck. His teeth grazing my skin, causing a shudder to run down my spine. “Not until you answer my question.” He holds onto me tighter. One of his hands moving to hold onto my hip opposite him. I clamp my mouth shut. My stubbornness getting the best of me. “I guess you don’t want me to stop then.”
I huffed and tied my best to stay focused on my homework. Jimin’s kisses travel up to my jaw, making me tilt my head back. “Jimiiiiiiin,” I whined and I feel him smile against my skin.
“I asked for what books you like, not my name,” he states. “I try to glare at him from this position. Obviously failing. “But I can live with that too.” He places a kiss on the corner of my lips. My cheeks heat up and they are undoubtedly red. Butterflies flutter in my stomach and he pulls away when he hears someone calling his name.
“Jimin let’s go,” says the voice of a fellow Slytherin. “Everybody else is probably waiting for us in the great hall.” When the black haired boy spots his friend sitting next to me, he stops. But that doesn’t last long as he continues as if he didn’t notice me. “If you make me arrive late one more time then I’m disowning you.” Jimin looks at me and smiles.
“See you in a bit, doll.” He kisses my cheek and stands up. Jogging up to Yoongi who was just getting out the door. I bring my hands up to my warm face. I could only imagine how red it was. If I’m being completely honest, if there’s one boy I do care about in this entire school, it’d have to be Jimin. Somehow, along the way, his small talk and flirting found its way into my heart.
That same night I had moved up into my dormitory so that I wouldn’t have to see Jimin again when he came back from dinner. I only had a third left of my assignments yet to be finished and I decided that it would be best if I left them for tomorrow. Since it was going to be Saturday tomorrow and I had the whole day off.
The beams of light that came in through the window broke me out of my sleep. I groaned and rolled over onto my opposite side. Covering my head to block out the sounds of owls and already active students I clamped my eyes shut. I shaken abruptly, and my pillow was yanked away from me and I was met with the sight of my best friend. She was yelling at me to get up as she pulled me up by the arms. “Nooooooo,” I whined. She rolled her eyes at me and ignored my complaints. She pushed me off of my bed and I tumbled onto the floor.
“Get dressed,” she orders. “We’re going to Hogsmede. I don’t care what you say. You haven’t gone out of this damn school for more than a week and you need a break.” I huff at her and she scolds me, acting like a mother. “DOn’T HuFf At Me.”
I had done what she asked and gotten dressed in a casual outfit. We went down the staircase and into the common room.
On the couches, was sitting Jimin. His silver hair pushed back, showing his forehead. A pair of thin rimmed spectacles perched on his nose as he read a book. Thankfully not Twilight. When he heard me and F/n coming down the stairs, his eyes lifted of the pages and landed on me. He smiled at me. “Good morning,” he said. His smile widened and he shut his book after marking where he left off.
“Good morning,” I mumbled back. Jimin giggled and stood up from the couch. He was wearing a grey wool sweater that matched his hair and a pair of black ripped jeans that accentuated his thighs. The spectacles giving him a cute look. After what had happened yesterday, I didn’t want to hang around much longer than I needed to. But my friend had another idea in mind. Being the social butterfly she is.
“Good morning Jimin,” she beamed. She examined his outfit and complimented him on it. As she talked to him, I made sure to stay behind her.
“Where are you guys going?” he asks F/n. She grabs me by the arm, bringing me forward.
“Me and Y/n are going to visit Hogsmede,” she explained. I tried to move behind her but she wouldn’t have it. “If you want you could come with us.” If looks could kill, the glare I sent F/n would’ve had her dead before either of us could’ve blinked.
“That would be great,” said Jimin. “Is it ok if my friends tag along too?” F/n nodded vigorously. She told Jimin that we would be waiting for him at the Three Broomsticks. Once we were out of the Slytherin common room, I punched F/n in the ribs
“What was that for?!?” she yelled at me. Her brows furrowed together as she rubs the place I punched her.
“You know what that was for.” Good lord, this girl is so dense. When she finally realizes the situation, a smile widens on her lips.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh! I get it now.” She lets out a laugh worthy of an evil doer. But one that disguises themselves as innocent little schoolgirls. “You don’t want Jimin to come along because of your crush on him.”
“What crush?” I denied. “I don’t have a crush on anybody.”
“Pleaseee Y/n.” F/n rolls her eyes. “Everybody knows that you two like each other.”
“He’s flirty with everyone.” F/n looks at me. The best way I could describe this stare is with the word ‘Really?’. I look away. “Whatever.” I start walking. “Let’s just go to Hogsmeade.”
Me and F/n hadn’t had to wait too long for Jimin and his friends to walk into the Three Broomsticks. Their group of friends was an odd one. A mix of all the Hogwarts houses and most of them from different years. The youngest one of all was a fifth year in Ravenclaw. We’d had a few classes so I knew he went by the name Jungkook. The others though, I only knew because of Quidditch. With the exception of Yoongi, whom I’d seem quite a few times in the common room. The seven of them came toward our table and sat down.
F/n introduced herself. She gave me a pointed look when I didn’t say anything. “I’m Y/n,” I said quietly. I just want to go back to my bed. Everyone began talking and making conversation. F/n got along great with the two Hufflepuffs as was expected. They all talked to each other while I sat back and drank my butterbeer. I moved my mug around, watching as the foam moved atop the golden drink. When I looked back up I saw that Jimin had been staring at me. My cheeks flushed red as I looked back down at my drink.
“I’m gonna go on a walk with Y/n,” said Jimin, rising from his seat. My head shot up to look at him with wide eyes. He walked around the table until he was standing next to me. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me out of the wooden chair. I stumbled to my feet as Jimin dragged me away from the group. People watched as he lead me out of the Three Broomsticks and down the main street. Other students as well as villagers stared at us. Jimin was giving of an energy I couldn’t quite place. All I knew is that it made me want to sink into the floor. He pulled me into a small alley behind a store.
He turned to face me. His eyes seemed to pierce into my soul as he got nearer to me with each of his steps. He stopped right in front of me and I could feel his warm breath fanning my face. “You care to explain to me Y/n?” I looked at him in confusion.
“Wh-what?”
“Don’t pretend,” he said and for the first time ever, Jimin wasn’t smiling at me. His gaze was hard, unwavering, while I struggled with the smallest bit of eye contact. “Whenever I’m around you, you go quiet. You ignore me and everyone else around you.” I gulped hard. I felt like I was being scolded by my mother. A feeling of regret, sadness, anger, and disappointment making the feeling of breathing a lot heavier. “I try to talk to you but you always block me off. I came today in hopes that when you were with your friend you’d be more open with me,” he said. He stood up straight and turned to face the other side of the ally. He leaned his forehead against the stone wall and ran a hand through his hair.
I took this moment where he was silent to speak up. “If you’d only take a hint, you’d know that I don’t want you to talk to me,” I say. “Oh, and that thing you call talking. I consider it flirting and seeing as you do it with everybod-”
He turned to me and slammed me against the wall, while making sure my head didn’t hit it. His hands moved so that they were on either side of my head. Any confidence I had in me when I had been speaking dissipated and I shrunk lower against the wall. Jimin’s head followed mine as he maintained eye level. He leaned in closer until his lips were against my jaw. “Do you see me doing this with anyone else?” I froze under him. He nipped at my skin. “Hm? Do you?” I shook my head while my throat let out a whimper.
“I’ve liked you ever since you arrived at this school. I tried to talk to you, to get closer to you,” he said, pressing his body against mine “But you were always so damn focused on studying.” He bit the side of my neck. I let out a gasp of surprise and squirmed away from him. But Jimin wasn’t having it. He let out a low growl as his hands flew to my hips, holding me in place. “Sorry for acting like this, but I can’t help it. Not when you’ve blocked me out for so long.”
His forehead fell against my shoulder and his nose brushed against my collar bone. He sucked in a deep breath, followed by a sigh. “I’ve liked you for so long and tried to show you for so long that I don’t know what to do anymore. If you just don’t like me back then you could’ve just said so a long time ago,” he mumbles into my skin. When he looks up at me, his eyes shine. Making it look like there were tears in his eyes. The thought broke my heart.
“I’m so sorry Jimin,” I said, placing my hands on his shoulders. “I do like you. So so much. Somehow. Through all that ignoring and trying to get you away, I fell for you. I fell so hard that I couldn’t bring myself to speak to you like a normal person.” The older Slytherin looked up at me. His arms were wrapped around me and he straightened up so he could face me. He was now so close that our noses nearly touched.
“You really like me back?” he asks, eyes looking into mine. I nod, assuring him that what I said wasn’t a lie. “Um, can I kiss you?” For the first time, I looked into his eyes without breaking eye contact. I nodded and Jimin leaned in closer than he already was, until our lips touched. The kiss seemed to go on forever. Our lips dancing together in synchronisation. My hands ran through Jimin’s silver hair. When we pulled away for oxygen, our moment together was stopped as we heard our friends calling for us. “Should we continue this later?” asks Jimin.
“Only if I get to call you mine and you get to call me yours.” I smirked at him. “Will you be my boyfriend?”
A smile etched it’s way onto Jimin’s lips. “I thought you would never ask.” He took a step back, intertwining our fingers as he led me out to find the rest.
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Summary: You and your boyfriend go out and a walk through the park. It’s late night in March and the weather is turning out to be a bit too cold for you.
Word count: 1228. I know it’s very short
A/N: Lol I literally searched up “cute things that Tae does” for this.
Warnings: A cringey pick up line. If you consider the word hell to be a cuss word then read with caution.
omg he looks like a whole baby in this gif. uwu
The wind blew by in the fresh March air. The leaves on the trees in the park were just starting to grow back. Snow from winter still yet to melt on the wet ground. I walked hand in hand with Tae down the dirt path. It had been a long day. We had done so many things together and I was exhausted. But despite that, I couldn’t ignore the chilly breeze present. I shivered and leaned in closer to the warmth of my boyfriend. I was really regretting only bringing a hoodie to the date.
I brought my shoulders up to my neck in an effort to stop the cold. I balled my hands into fists, holding onto Tae’s warm coat. Biting down on my lower lip, I tried to stop my shaking, knowing that if he noticed he would go up and beyond to end my suffering. (Maybe I’m being a bit too dramatic.) But much to my dismay, he noticed. Of course he did.
He started peeling off his coat, but before he could take it off completely I stopped him. “N-no Tae. You d-don’t have to.” Great, now he won’t take me seriously because I stuttered. Nevertheless, I still did my best to stop him. I held his coat so that he couldn’t take it off. He just smiles at me. He pries my hands off his clothes and takes it off, despite my protests.
“I don’t want you to get cold,” he said sweetly. It would’ve made me smile if I didn’t know he would be cold if I took it from him.
“But then you’ll be cold. You could get sick and that can’t happen,” I rambled to him as he wrapped me in the warm coat. I almost sighed at how good it smelled. It smelled like him. “I’m not nearly as needed at work as you are. I’m not important.” He looked at me with a frown.
“Stop being stupid.” He held my face in his large hands, giving me a peck on the nose. Which had gone red from the cold. “If you got sick and I knew I could’ve stopped it from happening I would feel horrible about myself.” Once the coat was all zipped up, we continued walking through the vacant park. We’d chosen to go out late so that the risks of anyone seeing Taehyung out in public with me would be more slim. Not impossible, but less likely. But in a while, the warmth that had been left from Tae wearing the coat dissipated and I was cold again. Now I’m just starting to think that it’s just me that makes everything colder, I thought to myself as I started shivering again.
Taehuyng notices. His first reaction was to frown until he decided teasing me was a better option. “Oh, are you not warm enough. I thought you said I was so hot that it would be impossible to be cold around me.” I cringe as I remember exactly when I said that. At the beginning of the day, when he had come pick me up from my apartment to go on our date, he had been worried about my outfit.
As I heard the doorbell ring I rushed out of my room to open the door. I already knew it was Tae as he had sent me a text that he was just five minutes away a few moments ago. I ran towards the entrance and opened the door. In front of me was Tae in his full handsome glory. He wore a long coat that nearly reached his knees over a sweater. He looked at my outfit with a bothered look. At first I thought it was because he didn’t like it. “Is there something wrong with my outfit?” I ask. “Do you not like it?”
He looks taken back at my question. “No, it’s not that. It’s just…” he hesitates before continuing. “You’re only wearing a hoodie and some leggings.” I look down at my outfit and then shrug. He looks at me unbelievingly. “Aren’t you going to be cold?”
“With how hot you are, it’s impossible to be cold around you.” Tae smirks at that and shakes his head.
“You’re unbelievable, now let’s go.”
That pick up line had seemed smart to me at the moment, but now I could see how embarrassingly cringey it was. I hid my face in my hands as Tae chuckled, finding my embarrassment funny. “Why are you laughing?” I whine. “This is so embarrassing.” As I peeked through my fingers to look at him, I could see his boxy smile etched onto his face and his eyes were scrunched up in joy. He looks at my flushed face and that one expression that he makes when he gets an idea replaces the box smile. But it’s not just any kind of idea. It’s the face he makes when he comes up with something he thinks is good/enjoyable/etc. And it just ends up being enjoyable for him.
He then looks at me with a wide grin. My eyes widen in slight fear as I run away playfully. Expecting him to tickle me or something.
After a while of running through trees and bushes, he corners me in the gazebo. How could I have been stupid enough to basically corner myself here? Tae comes closer as I giggle. Once he’s close enough, he wraps his arms around me. As soon as the warmth of his body envelops me my shivering stops. I’d completely forgotten how cold I was while running. I lean into him and nuzzle my face into his chest. It seems like it wasn’t one of his “fun” ideas after all.
Until he swooped me off my feet.
Literally. One moment we were standing together. Embracing each other in the middle of the gazebo, and the next, he was lifting me up bridal style. He spun around a few times before leaving kisses all over my face. I scrunched up my nose at him. “Put me down,” I ordered.
“Okay,” he said bluntly as he let go of me. Letting me fall onto my butt with a thud.
“OOOWW,” I glared at him from down on the floor. “What the hell Tae!?!” He lifts his hands up in a defensive motion.
“You told me to put you down,” he says. Feigning innocence.
“I didn’t tell you to drop me either,” I grumbled as I got up.
“Touché.” He watched me get up.
“Wow, thanks for helping,” I said sarcastically as I brushed off any dirt on the coat.
“You look cute when you’re mad, just so you know.” He says and I feel myself blush. “And now you’re blushing.” he teases me as he pinches my cheek. I stick my tongue out at him. “Wow, real mature Y/n,” he says and I smile innocently. I put my arms around his neck. I put my lips up to his ear and whisper to him. “For your information, you’re adorable all the time,” I tell him. “But especially when you talk about me in your sleep.”
I lean back to see his face only to find that it is cherry red. I couldn’t help the smile that came on my face. I spin on my heels and run of with a shocked Tae behind me.
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Shimmer || myg
Genre:romance; fluff; boyfriend!yoongi x girlfriend!reader.
Warnings:brief hints of insecurity; reader’s necklace is pulled; loss of breath.
Yoongi loved nothing more than to see you wrapped in the jewelry he gifted you with.
He adored the twinkle of your eyes that his lavish presents granted him with, and the sweet pecks of thanks you placed to his lips despite how your words seeped between his lips in every kiss, to scold him for spoiling you.
He cherished every teasing graze of his fingertips over your flesh as he clasped the glimmering trinket around your wrist or throat, just to admire the shivers of your body at the mere notion of his touch.
And when your glistening pendant dangled above his chocolate eyes, mesmerizing him as you perched yourself upon his lap and dipped your lips into his, he was simply taken by you.
But it was the moments such as these when he adorned your body with his shimmering presents, he adored most of all; how your irises would reflect their twinkle whilst you admired his gifts within his arms before you hastily pleaded for his deft fingers to place it over your body.
With a gentle laugh, his fingertips would delicately trace the golden threads that glistened under his wanting gaze, as his plush lips greedily absumed the flesh of your nape, the glittering diamonds he bathed you within enticing him to leave not a mere inch of space between your bodies.
A soft gasp would fall from your lips to cut through your reprimands as his lithe fingers tangled themselves within the silvery chains that delicately traced the column of your throat; just to pull you into his chest, whilst bringing your eyes into his own in the waning space.
The glittering trinket that dripped over his fingers tips would whelve into the soft flesh of your clavicle with every curl of his hands, to draw you deeper into his embrace where your lips would meet his as if a golden tie between your souls.
“Have I let you forget already? You are my treasure,” he would whisper with a tender tug to the chain that clung to your neck, beckoning you closer than before until his pink lips grazed yours as he spoke, “you’re mine to cherish, to love and to protect.”
The heat of his lips would burn against yours as every word would create a delectable friction, that was far more priceless than golden rings; the mere contact with your love would make you greedy for so much more of him than the diamonds he dripped over your flesh, you would covet his kiss, his touch, his love- him.
His dark lashes that kissed the tops of your cheeks would certainly flutter your weakened heart whilst he teased you with his kiss, but he would always be just out of your reach as he chuckled softly at your pleadings.
“I suppose I have to remind you just how priceless you are to me.” He would smirk, his heart waltzing in anticipation of confessing to you of his love in every way he knew how.
With a mere twirl of his fingers, he would take the breath from your lungs as his slender fingers knotted themselves within the delicate pendant you wore, to pull you deeper into his love, he would forever tether your heart to his with a golden thread, and it’s hold would never be broken.
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Aubade || jjk
| Aubade | n.| au•bade | meaning: a poem or piece of music appropriate to the dawn or early morning. |
⤷Genre:romance; fluff; light angst; husband!jungkook x wife!reader.
⤷Warnings:themes of fear; insecurity.
Jungkook had a way with effortlessly stealing words directly from your mouth.
It was almost facile to your love as he bound you within a stunned silence and left you gaping at his every soft act of love, whether it was a mere kiss stolen before his elders or a plethora of romantic whispers trickling into your ears.
He burned your flesh with an addictive warmth and made you gasp into his affections, reducing you to a stuttering and feeble mess in all he did.
But none of these things mentioned could compare once the disheveled curls and sleepy irises of your lover peeked into the warmth you found in his blankets, his eagerness to have your undivided attention fluttered your heart before the sun had even kissed the sky.
Your sleepy hums and whispers of love that were always promised to escape your lips when you first awakened were taken from your throat once his slender fingers delicately slipped the other half of his ear buds into the hollow of your ear.
“I need you to hear this, love.” He whispered his needs as his only explanation for his excitement that almost trembled his every limb.
Your lips parted in a silent question of what he had meant, but the words melted upon your tongue the moment the rich tones of your love’s voice spilled over your senses as he delicately crooned of the words of love to fill your heart.
Your sleepy mind was suddenly serenaded by every soft note or poetic lyric as his honeyed voice dripped into your senses, to capture your heart with the words of love he confessed your relationship had inspired, you were astounded.
The alluring crescendo kissed your cheeks with the warmth only your lover could elicit, as the crest stirred the butterflies of your stomach in the early hour of blurred vision and sleepy love’s.
The devoted symphony toyed with your heart and dizzied your head within Jungkooks arms until the charming music melted into the cathartic sounds of your love’s even breaths that grew shorter in anticipation of your reaction, and his eyes shyly met yours.
“So, what do you think?” His head fell to the side, curious of your thoughts when not a word dared to pierce your silence.
Your love’s molten eyes stared into yours, so soft and warm as he patiently awaited your answer to his question, the twinkle of hope for your approval within him ensnaring your heart.
The string of the ear buds he shared with you tightly connected your bodies, forcing you to share the little space that waned with every inching closer of his body as his creation overwhelmed you with emotions.
His slender fingers nervously toyed with the warm skin of his hands that you wished to hold so closely, but the stunned silence his soft voice entranced you with kept you locked in your place before him, wrapped in his heart just as well as his sheets.
He was so much like a small puppy as he timidly stared into your eyes, his unkempt hair almost begging to have your fingers threaded through the silken locks as it fell into his gaze.
It was only once you realized you had only stared at him through the tears that gathered behind your lashes rather than answer his request for criticisms did he pour the contents of his heart to you.
“I was just thinking so much of you and how much I love you, a-and the words just poured out-”
The nervousness of revealing the raw depths of his love for you poured his thoughts into you as his hand instinctively reached for yours in search of comfort and tranquility.
His dark eyes squeezed shut until his button nose wrinkled with the force he applied and a soft sigh suffocated each of his flustered ramblings and his hand found it’s place, covering your own.
“I just couldn’t get you out of my head.”
He confessed at last, cautiously revealing his starry eyes once more, fearing your rejection of his particular display of his love for you.
But once he felt the familiar weight of your arms wrap around his shoulders as your body pushed him into the plush pillows that waited to hold your entangled bodies, his stomach twisted with affection, because though he doubted himself, he knew deep in his heart that he was safe in your hands once he stared up into your eyes.
However the gentle caresses of his fingers burned the flesh of your thigh, and his heavy stare suffocated every word that formed upon the back of your tongue, yet your lips parted with confidence.
For the very first time in your relationship, you gathered the words he took from your mouth with his soft love, and you returned his displays of love whilst you whispered into the curve of his ear.
“Jungkook, I didn’t think I could physically hold anymore love for you, but-” your words collided with the kisses you fluttered over the line of his jaw and pooled between your tightly wound forms until you tenderly pressed your mouth to his to whisper into the parting of his lips. “I was so very wrong.”
He tenderly peered up at you through unkempt locks and his fingers dug into your soft flesh as he merely gaped at you, simply enamoured by the passion that held him so dearly.
“I meant every word in that song, (Y/n),” he confessed in the intimate moment you found yourselves wrapped within, his fingers reached into the empty spaces of your own, “you make me whole.”
Your heart warmed at his confession of love that came as naturally as oxygen to his lungs, and you fell for him even more as he raised himself beneath you just enough to meet your lips again, after craving the taste for so long.
And with yet another kiss stolen in the first morning light, Jungkook stole your words once again to leave you gasping in his love, to forever promise to leave you speechless with his heart’s devotion.
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More Than Friends || jjk
⤷Genre:romance; fluff; idiots to lovers; college au; oblivious!roommate!jungkook x female!reader.
⤷Warnings:themes of fear; brief mention of nausea; dizziness; pining.
Jungkook was oblivious, almost painfully so.
He was excruciatingly blind to the fond words of every sticky note you placed to his mirror wishing him a wonderful day,
And his ears were torturously deaf to the sweet whispers you murmured into each cuddle session you held at his place that he most likely shouldn’t have overheard.
The flutter of his heart that alighted his chest at the mere trace of your fragrance was overlooked as no more than excitement for your next adventure, and the rosy hue that spread over his cheeks with every kiss you pressed to them was assumed to be a faulty heater.
Even the gentle reveries of kissing your lips or the wonders of how your hair felt around his finger was written off as a mere phase.
Because everyone falls a little in love with their best friend at least once, right?
All of this being why Jungkook gave no second thoughts to your eager persistence to make a filling breakfast together before you classes started, as a team, as friends, rather than allowing him to sneak to the nearest bakery and snag a breakfast burrito that was almost too much to stomach this early in the morning.
Because you shared a home, definitely not because you cared for him.
It was simply routine for him to stare at your features from afar as the warm, morning light accentuated the shape of your face, as you carried out whatever your mind was set to, seemingly unbothered by his blatant admiration, that is until your voice broke him from his focus.
“I love spending time with you, Koo.”
His eyes ascended from the comically large mitts that covered your hands to peer into your own that were already awaiting his.
“I wouldn’t mind spending every morning with you.” His pulse quickened once more at your words but the fact was discarded in the very same breath he took in to answer.
“That’s what friends are for, I’d love to share my mornings with you too.”
He smiled innocently before it quickly faded once he witnessed how the corners of your lips fell, though he remained ignorant of the cause of your change.
Despite your valiant attempt to break through Jungkook’s friendzone to atleast make your feelings known, your lingering glances that remained upon his for a second too long was accepted as nothing significant, just as your hesitance to release his fingers from your grasp as you guided his hands around the whisk was no more than apricity.
Every blantant hint you dropped went unnoticed until you all but shouted to the whole campus of your love. His oblivion of today growing even more tiring than the years you practically confessed to him daily with no response.
Your thoughts of the future dizzied your head until merely thinking of bearing another day by his side without knowing if he returned your love in full physically hurt as you bothed danced around the other in the kitchen.
But you decided you had nothing else but to take matters into your own hands.
So once the familiar heat of his presence stood behind you, you turned upon your heel to effortlessly exchange your positions, his hip pressing into the corner of the counter with every step you took closer.
But just as your eyes locked upon his, they strayed over his features that always tugged your attention back to him, no matter where you found yourself, and your heart faltered in your plan, his perfection drowning your confidence.
Jungkook was the epitome of what humanity wished to be, he was what artists strived in vain to capture, from his dark lashes and his pretty lips to the barely noticeable freckle just below them. He was perfect in your eyes.
“I have something to tell you.”
The words breathlessly spilled into the air between your tightly pressed bodies, as if a cherished secret only ever to be heard by the one who captured your heart.
Your heart slammed against your chest and into his own, but you didn’t have a care in the world, you needed this release.
You drew in a deep breath in one last desperate attempt to settle your nerves and soothe the butterflies he placed within your stomach, before it all spilled out.
“Jungkook, I love you.”
The words slipped past your lips, never to be taken back again now they pierced the air and met his ears. Silence fell over you both as niether dared to answer nor follow up with the weighted confession.
You stared up into his blank expression with the wonders you harbored for more than two decades, still awaiting an answer that manifested itself as a mere furrow of his brows.
You nibbled lightly on the insides of your cheeks as your mind returned to the negatives of your confession, as you waited for the painful sting of rejection or a nervous laugh that churned your stomach.
His lips parted to speak and you winced in anticipation of his next words, but a scoff never came- but rather something you should have predicted.
“Like, more than a friend or?”
Your eyes rounded into spheres as you stared up into his sincere expression, dumbfounded by your clueless love, your eyelid twitching slightly.
He was still so lost with his feelings for his childhood friend, he never wanted to ruin what he did have with you, all for a kiss or the title of a boyfriend, only to lose you in the end. Until you showed him.
You reached to gently dip your fingers into the flawless canvas of his features to cup his cheek within your hands as you rose to the tips of your toes to gently graze his inviting lips with yours.
You could hear your pulse within your ears whilst your fingertips tingled as you kissed your best friend, as a potential lover, that waited for his response.
“I like you a lot more than a friend, dummy.” You whispered, pulling back just a bit to simply admire him once more, just in case he would never be yours to adore again.
Your eyes fell to his lips that were much warmer and sweeter than you expected, even in the fleeting taste you had, to witness your favorite bunny smile of his grace the dewy flesh.
His strong arms which you cuddled into so many nights and ran to for comfort in every drizzly day wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest, without an inch of space separating you.
“I like you too.” He confessed at last, and your eyes nearly spilled over with tears, he was finally yours.
His lips met yours as the tip of his nose grazed your cheek with every sweeping of his tongue, and your breath lathed over his skin to elicit goosebumps.
Your fingers reached to thread through the tousled strands of his hair as your bodies pleaded to come closer, as it just felt right.
And once the timer of the oven startled you within his arms and you both parted, breathless with a smile upon your lips, you only hoped Jungkook caught the hint, you liked him much more than a friend.
Tag list: @holaaaf@yourwonderbelle@lolalee24
In His Hands || knj
⤷Genre:romance; fluff; boyfriend!namjoon x girlfriend!reader.
⤷Warnings:themes of insecurity.
Namjoon’s hands were your haven.
And you were simply entranced by them, from the meticulous sculpt of his slim fingers that rivaled the finest art pieces to how they entangled with your own so perfectly.
You loved nothing more than to simply admire them from afar, but once your eyes delved into the perfectly sculpted crevices and nooks of his appendages, little else mattered.
And though they often brought graceless destruction to so much around him, there was no place you felt was safer than when your hands intertwined with his. And when his thumb tenderly rubbed soothing shapes into your palm, there was nothing that could touch you.
So you loved to merely touch them at all times, and every opportunity to hold them within your own was never overlooked; much to your shy boyfriend’s dismay.
Even now, as your own hands delicately played with his lithe fingers, not even the glittering Cosmos could capture your attention.
The image of his deft fingers curling around his fountain pen as he wrote whatever lyrics he conjured was almost far too tempting to merely forget, which resulted in your thievery of his limbs.
It was only once the twinkle of your eyes faded from your lover’s view did he care for your play as you placed your palm against his, seemingly comparing the two.
“What’s wrong, little peach?” His voice spilled from his lips like a soothing tea, waiting to warm and comfort you after a long day.
Your brows furrowed as your fingers hesitantly slipped from his own and a soft sigh pushed past your lips. “Nothing.”
A frown fell upon his dewy lips whilst his broad hands pulled away from your grasp just to wrap around your own that hid from him within your sleeves.
“I know when somethings bothering you, peach. Don’t lie to me.”
Though his demands were delicate to your ears, you winced at his soft whispers, you hated it when his voice gently delved into the soft tone that made you want to open your whole heart to him, and never twist the truth in the slightest.
Namjoon was much like a truth serum, the softest moments with him could easily pour the truth from your lips, without much of an effort from your boyfriend.
“It’s just so stupid, but I’ve been thinking about our hands.” You awkwardly confessed only for a wordless nod and a gentle smile from your boyfriend, that urged you to tell him all that troubled you.
“And how beautiful yours are- just like the rest of you,” you gestured to his strong body, before a quiescent chuckle bubbled from him just to flutter your heart before he beckoned you into his lap, “and mine just don’t feel worthy.”
His strong arms tangled around your waist whilst his nose tenderly traced your cheek, and his fingers you adored so much filled the empty spaces between your own.
“Nothing from you will ever be stupid to me.” He assured you, tapping the tip of your nose with his fingers before he brought your hands between your chests.
“And you should know these are so beautiful.”
He praised ever so softly, as if a breath would shatter the hands his fingertips grazed, before he carefully pressed his lips to your smallest finger and dipped his lips to next, he kissed every imperfection and blemish ten times before repeating his soft kisses ten times more.
Once he drew his velvety lips from the back from your hands, the warmth he placed within your belly burned along with your curiosity.
“Why?”
His head fell back just enough to look into your eyes as his hands rested upon the small of your back and hips, as goosebumps followed the path of his fingers along your spine.
“Because each one of them are yours.” He stated, as if it were an answer so clear, written within classic literature as a fact of life, and you were baffled at just how perfect he was to you.
Your lips parted in the stunned silence he hushed you with, unable to comprehend an answer to his beautiful comforts; but you hadn’t need to say anything at all for him interlace his hands with yours, to emphasize just how immaculately they joined together.
“If they weren’t, they could never fit so perfectly with mine.” He whispered, his eyes never leaving your tangled fingers until his twinkling eyes looked into yours.
“Everything about you is perfect for me, little peach.”
Perhaps it was the sincerity of his eyes locked upon yours, or how his hand that wasn’t wrapped so tightly within your own gently tucked your hair behind your ear, but you were far too wrought with his words to form your own.
So you did all you knew to do, you wordlessly mashed your lips into his own that had simply been pleading with you to kiss them at last.
The hold he had upon your hand tightened as his other hand cupped your cheek with a gentleness you could only expect from Namjoon, as he sweetly returned your shy kisses.
He gave you all of his understanding and love until your fears were irrelevant, all the while your hand remained tightly enclosed within his.
Tag list: @holaaaf@yourwonderbelle@lolalee24
first part of college au
in which you get rejected
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“I’m sorry. Y/N. You matter a lot to me, but… I just don’t see you that way.”
What?
The words struck you like a bullet to the heart shot from point blank. How could he say that?
You and Jungkook had been best friends. You weren’t the type to fall for people, it usually being superficial or fleeting.
But you really, really thought this would be different. You thought that all the time you spent together would’ve opened Jungkook’s heart the way it opened yours. You had made room for Jungkook in your life the way you had never done for anybody before. If he wanted to talk to you, it didn’t matter what you were doing. All your plans were canceled and you would at his side right away. Even if it was something stupid, it mattered to you. All the late night talks, or early morning pillow fights, watching movies by each others side and letting him talk through the whole film. You showed him he was important to you. And he did the same for you.
Sometimes.
Sometimes he would blow you off, but he usually had a good reason. You knew he was the flirtatious type, that he didn’t get attached to people, but neither did you and you both clicked instantly, so you thought you’d be fine, or get over it quickly. But you fell fast, and every bit of kindness he showed you pulled you in deeper.
So when you came over tonight dressed in your cutest (sexiest) outfit, you were so sure that he liked you back. You made up your mind to confess, right before your weekly movie night. You did movie nights at least once a week, because ever since you’d met, he wanted to spend almost every moment by your side. It was him who seeked you out at the start, it was him to kept calling to meet up and hang out, it was him who would call you randomly just to hear your voice. Movie nights were his idea, after you told him you had never seen a second of Star Wars, and he called you to come back the next week, and the next week, bringing up more and more movies he wanted to watch with you. You laughed with him, you cried with him, there was never a dull moment in your friendship.
And now he was saying he didn’t even want to try dating you.
Fine. That’s okay. It’s probably selfish of you to assume that he kindness was him being interested in you. You were just glad that you went with a simpler confession rather than spilling your guts about the depths of your feelings for him. If you had poured your heart out to him and he rejected you, you would’ve jumped off a building right then and there. How embarrassing.
So, you steeled yourself, not wanting to make him feel bad for not being interested in you. You played the field too, you knew how awkward it was to have to reject someone. Granted, you had never been rejected, but you were sure you’d get over it. Your feelings were not his problem.
“Oh,” you made yourself fake-laugh, so convincing even he wouldn’t be able to see through that. “My bad. I just thought– but it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You turned back to the TV, making your words as light and casual as possible. You kept a light smile on your face, ready to just blow past the whole thing and not let any regret or sadness show on your face.
“You sure?” He said slowly, studying your face carefully. You looked back at him cluelessly, as if wondering why you were still talking about it.
“Uh, yeah?” You playfully scoffed. “Don’t worry about me, Jeon. You said this was your favorite movie, right? You’re missing it.” You singsonged, shutting down the conversation and turning back to the TV with finality, playing the movie.
You two sat there, in total silence, for ten minutes, your thoughts swirling around your head in regret and remorse for the happiness you had before you realized everything you had been dreaming of was all inside your head. You cleared your throat unable to take the awkward silence, movie nights were never quiet for so long. You checked the time casually, pretending like you just remembered something. “Oh, I should head home, sorry.” You stood up, gathering your purse and putting your shoes back on.
“Wait, what? So soon?” He fumbled with the remote, pausing the TV.
“Yeah, I didn’t finish all my work so I’m gonna wake up early tomorrow to finish up the final details and turn it in.” You walked towards the door of his bedroom to leave and he stood up, rolling off his bed after you.
“Um, okay, do you– I mean, I can walk you out?” He asked, stepping after you.
“Don’t worry about it.” You waved him off dismissively, keeping the emotion off your face as you put a hand on the doorknob. He stood in the middle of his room as you stood at the door, looking back at him as he floundered in place.
“Okay…” he said, staring at you like you were a puzzle that had just unsolved itself. “I’ll call you later? Before you go to bed?”
“Sure,” you shrugged, opening the door. “If you want to.” You said, already thinking of excuses not to answer the phone later. “Bye.” You said, shutting the door before you heard him answer back. When you didn’t hear any footsteps following you out, you slumped to the floor in front of the door, letting your tears slip out.
No, you sniffled, you can’t cry here, if he comes out and sees you, he’ll be even more worried. You told yourself, gathering yourself off the floor and stumbling toward the dorm’s kitchen, thinking of getting a glass of water to splash on your face.
–
Hoseok was having a pretty normal day. It was the boring kind of normal, the type that makes you wanna run a mile just to feel something and usually he ends these days by going out and doing something wild and crazy to keep from going to sleep unsatisfied.
So, it only makes sense that the universe would find something wild and crazy for him.
When he went to get a glass of water from the kitchen, he wasn’t expecting you to stumble in while crying. Hoseokdidn’t even think youcouldcry. “Whoa.” He said, at a loss of words besides that, the sight of the tears streaking down your face and the sad puppy-dog-look in your eyes genuinely surprising to him.
You startled, clearly not expecting to bump into him either, starting to frantically wipe at your face. “Hoseok. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to– I was just leaving–”
While he was wholly unprepared for this situation, the last thing he wanted to do was make you think you couldn’t have the freedom to cry around him. Moving towards you, his instinct to comfort came out naturally. “Hey, now, sugar, it’s alright.” He hummed, pulling your hands away so you didn’t rub so hard at your eyes. “What’s got you crying like this, hmm?” He gently swiped the tears off your face, drying your cheeks with the cotton of his sleeve while you stood there letting him comfort you. He had never really been so close before. You were Jungkook’s friend, not his. But being this close to you finally, he roved his eyes over the fine details of your face. He could see the small beauty mark under your eye. Somehow the blemish made you look more perfect.
“I just–” You shook your head, a big sniffle as you calmed down from your crying. “Don’t worry about it, I’m gonna head home.” Your turned towards the exit, deciding to forgo the water, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back gently.
“Did you bring your car?” He asked.
You shook your head again. “I don’t, umm, I don’t have one,” you mumbled. “My place isn’t far.”
“This isn’t the time to be walking, it’s pretty dark out,” His brows furrowed with concern as he looked down at you. “Lemme drive you. Please?” He added in, seeing the reluctant look on your face. He thought you’d refuse, until you looked back up at him.
“Mkay.”
He led you out to his car, sleek and black. He was proud of it, and wondered if you were impressed with it at all. You probably weren’t the type to obsess over cars, but he saw you give it a slightly impressed looking glance and celebrated in his head.
He drove you home after you told him your address, an apartment on the out skirts of campus. It was a silent drive, you looking out the window, and for once, Hoseok didn’t know what to say. He wanted desperately to cheer you up, to see you smile, to make you smile, but he worried even more about saying the wrong thing.
“Sorry.” You said suddenly as they pulled up outside of your place.
“Don’t apologize, you didn’t do a thing wrong.” He said, and he meant it, despite your reputation for being known as cold hearted, he didn’t think anyone cold hated would cry like that. No one cold hearted could be friends a dork like Jungkook, not the way you two were glued at the hip.
“If that’s true,” your lip started to tremble, the tearfulness coming back into your voice. “Then why doesn’t he want me? I did everything right, I’ve always been there for him–” You sobbed, covering your face as you let it out one more time, full on crying again.
“Okay, sugarplum, please don’t cry, it’s so hard to watch you cry.” He pulled some napkins out of the center console, the stash he keeps from getting takeout, to wipe your eyes with, trying to calm you down again. “What’s wrong? Seriously?” He told his head, trying to get you to look at him. You glanced at him, bottom lip trembling from holding back your cries, hesitating over whether or not to tell him.
“I… I told Jungkook I liked him… and he rejected me–” You said, breaking off into sobs again, taking the napkins out of his hand and blowing your nose into it.
“Yikes.” He looked around awkwardly while you blew your nose. Dealing with a girl crying was hard enough without dealing with her crying over one of your best friends. “Umm, wow, I’m so sorry, that really sucks.” He said, patting your back gently. “If it makes you feel better, I really thought you two had something already. I mean, you’re the first girl I’ve seen Jungkook treat like a real person. Not that he isn’t a gentleman but, well, you know what he’s like.” You looked up at him blankly, not seeming comforted by Hoseok’s rambling. He scratched the back of his neck, removing his hand from your shoulder. “Umm, sorry wrong time.”
You were mostly calmed down now, face still warm and flushed from the crying. He played with his keys as they hung from the ignition, trying to think of ways to cheer you up. “It’s still a bit early, if you wanna get your mind off things instead of going home.” That seemed to pique your interest, a spark lighting up in your eyes. He continued, “I know this good night club, good music, good atmosphere, everyone’s pretty chill and will keep their hands to themselves if you just wanna dance. I go there to blow off steam all the time.”
You looked out the window silently and for a second he thought you’d refuse. It’d make sense, you didn’t know each other that well. You were just Jungkook’s friend he brought to the dorms sometimes and he was just some guy to you. But you turned back to him with fire blazing in your eyes and nodded.
“Let’s get wasted.”
–
He had severely underestimated two things about you.
One. How much you could drink.
He liked to think he was an experienced drinker. Sure, he flushed red, but he could hold his liquor, usually knowing how much was too much. You, however, challenged him to a drinking battle and ordered the hardest, fruitest drinks he had ever tasted. It’s not to take another sip when it tastes like delicious fruit punch. So he drank. And drank. And drank. And so did you.
The second thing he underestimated was how tempting you could be.
With every drink it was like your inhibitions melted away, scooting closer to him on your bar stool and touching his arm, his shoulder, his thighs, until he was far too drunk to think about whether it was a good idea or not. That damned smile of yours, sexy and smug like you knew how irresitible you were. You probably did, there’s no way you could be that gorgeous and not know it.
To him there were pros and cons in situations like this.
Pros: you were hot, you were just as drunk as he was, and he had been kinda, sorta, totally crushing on you for a while now.
Cons: you were likely in an emotional headspace and were likely just trying to get your mind off Jungkook, and with how drunk you were, you would forget this in the morning.
But to be honest, he has never been prouder to be someone’s rebound.
So when you pulled him out of his chair to the dance floor, body and actions loosened up by the alcohol, and grinded yourself against him, hips swaying in tandem like you were meant to fit together, Hoseok couldn’t help but want. He could only stand there running his hands over you on the dance floor for a few songs before pulling you with him to somewhere where he could hold all of you, see all of you.
He pulled you into a bathroom, locking the door. Not his ideal location, but he needed to feel you around him now, and by the way you were giggling as he hastily dragged you off, you were down for it, your eyes stirring with the same desire he had.
He pushed you up against the door, turning you around and flipping up that tiny skirt you were wearing that he’d been wanting to rip off you all night and stopped for a second to admire the way your lacy underwear hugged your ass and hips. The thought that you’d probably worn this outfit with Jungkook in mind crossed his thoughts, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. His loss. Jungkook’s a good friend of his, but if he was willing to let you slip through his fingers, then he already lost his chance.
And finder keepers.
He leaned forward, caging you in with his body and sucked a trail up your neck to your ear, nibbling at the sweet spot just under it. “You want this, baby?” He asked, pressing his hips into your ass as you moaned.
“Yes.Please,” you whined out, grabbing at his wrists on your hips. “Make me feel good.” You said, leading his hand to your core that was already wet for him.
He ran a finger over the damp spot on your underwear. “Mm, you’ve been hoping for this, haven’t you?” He hummed, locating your clit and rubbing with more pressure.
“All night.” You breathed out, leaning your weight against the door as he rubbed you through your panties, making your legs shake already.
“Then I’ll make sure its worth it.” He rasped into your ear, stepping back to pull down your underwear and help you step out of it, stuffing the pair into his pocket and tugging his own pants down.
You chuckled, leaning your head against the door to look back at him, hips still pushed out as you waited in position for him. “I’m not getting that back, am I?”
“Nope.” He smirked, sliding his fingers into your wetness to work you open for him. “If you want it back, you’ll have to see me again sometime to get it.”
“You sneaky man.” You faux-chastised, smiling at the way he was already making plans for next time.
He chuckled, plunging his fingers deeper and wiping the smirk off your face. That, the look on your face as he moved his fingers inside your tight heat, the fluttering of your eyes as you focused on the bliss he was giving you, almost made him finish in his pants before anything even happened. You were just too gorgeous, and he’d been waiting for something like this for too long. But he knew where he wanted to finish tonight.
He slipped his fingers out of you, raising them to your lips and you sucked them in eagerly as he lined his tip up with your core. “Such a perfect girl,” he breathed, pushing in and hissing as he felt your walls practically suck him in, a drawn out moan as he entered coming from your mouth. “Fuck, your body’s incredible.” He groaned, watching the way your back arched, hips tilting back to meet his thrust.
“Go faster please,” you begged, canting your hips impatiently as you stared down at the sight of his cock disappearing inside you. “Please I can take it, just wanna feel you deep inside.” You gasped out, walls tightening around him at the thought of it.
And lucky for you, he was happy to oblige. “You got it, baby.” And with that, he sped up, slapping his hips against yours until you were crying out in ecstasy, moaning his name as you tried at grip onto the door, nails scratching the wood.
“Mm, fuck, more,” you mewled out and he chuckled deep in your ear, tightening his grip on your hips.
“You want more baby?” He pushed you up, flat against the door, fucking up into you so hard the door banged against the frame with every thrust. He reached down, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts as you moaned out and you leaned your head back against his shoulder, eyes rolling back as you came from the intensity. He groaned at the feeling of your walls milking him dry, the way your walls fluttered and squeezed him perfectly. The sound of your moans set him off, your beautiful voice making him cum inside of you with one last hard thrust, too pent up to last any longer.
For a moment, the only sound was your heavy breathing intertwined, the two of you catching your breath from how desperately you were fucking into each other. Then, remembering suddenly, Hoseok asked, “Shit, you’re on birth control right?”
You giggled breathlessly, nodding in response, and he sighed, relaxing back into you, arms wrapping around your waist as he worked up the energy to get you both cleaned up. You were practically boneless, the sex and alcohol making you stumble as he walked you to the sink, propping you up on the edge and spreading your legs for him. If he could sear this moment into his brain, he would. You, sated and soft as you leaned against the mirror, eyes trusting and open as you let him clean you up and your soft lips curved into a cute little smile.
“You were right,” You said as he cleaned you up, taking a wet paper towel to wipe the mess he made on your thighs. “This place is pretty clean.” You hummed, looking at how spotless the bathroom was. Clean smell, no hair in the sink, fancy soap, this place looked like the bathroom of a five star hotel.
Hoseok smiled up at you, turning to throw away the dirtied paper. “Yeah, it’s a great vibe. I know the owners, they’re pretty cool.” He said, drying you now.
You played with his hair as he attended to between your thighs, letting the calm quiet overtake you for a moment. “Thank you.” You said quietly, not wanting to break the softness of the moment. “This could’ve been a horrible night. I could’ve been laying in bed crying. But I don’t want to anymore. So thanks.”
Hoseok finished cleaning you up, fixing your skirt and laying his hands on your thighs reassuringly. “If you ever feel like crying, you can just come to me.”
You smirked despite yourself, “Already thinking of round two?” You teased, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
He laughed, but shook his head. “No,” he said, standing in the space between your legs and leaning in to kiss you almost reverently, hands giving a squeeze to your thighs. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want a repeat of this night. But you’re cool. I want to get to know you. Maybe be friends beyond us seeing each other sometimes when you’re hanging out with Jungkook.”
Your gaze softened, touched by the offer. “That’d be nice. You’re a cool guy, Hoseok.”
“I try.” He shrugged, looking away almost bashfully. “You wanna head home or are you still down to party?” He asked, pulling back and holding a hand out to help you down.
“I think we’ve partied enough. Let’s go home.” You said once back on your feet, stretching out your body and walking towards the door.
And this time when he drove you back to your apartment, you were both smiling and talking, making excited conversation as he walked you all the way up to your door. You stopped in front of your place, turning around to face him after you unlocked your door. “Sleep well.” He said, warmth in his eyes and voice as he looked down at you.
“You too.” You nodded, turning the knob and stepping into your place backwards, keeping eye contact with him until you closed the door, matching stupid grins on your face. As the door shut, you disappearing from sight, Hoseok stood there a few more moments, thinking about how incredible the night was, how incredible you were. He walked back to his car, more satisfied than he’d ever been in his life.
Hoseok was so going to rub this in Namjoon’s face.
Changing One’s Tune (13)
Summary: Hybrids have always been known to humanity after scientist decided to test the limits of the animal genetics on humans. Now the world uses them as adoptable companions, which is why a group of friends found their way at a Hybrid Shelter. Though one trip turns into an ugly fight involving Yoongi to walk away—But what happens when that same male finds a cat hybrid that is scared out of her mind with a dark past. Who said that dark past was over?
~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Suga x Hybrid f! Reader
~Genre: Angst & Fluff, Hybrid au
~Word Count: 3.5K
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Wild feline orbs snapped wide open, panic swirling through them while your senses refused to cooperate from the emotional roller coaster running inside. You hated that everything felt out of control, it was like a slap to the face. A reminder that the past is never really gone, despite Yoongi’s desperate attempts to shake it from your memories.
Without hesitation, you jumped into a defensive stance—practically pure instincts at this point—only to hiss when bumping your head against a hard surface. The sudden harsh movement having you wince as well, the injury on your shoulder blade acting up.
Right now… You felt like a blind man walking through a dark forest, breathing taking a sharp turn as your body trembled—You’re okay… You’re not back. It’s okay, just calm yourself.
A marathon of reassurance—comfort—chanted within, tail flickering and puffing in distress. Although you were still on edge, the words did help regain your five senses… From hearing to smell.
Unconsciously sniffing the air around, inhaling familiar scents that you’ve grown to come accustomed too as your stress decreased and faded. Knowing you were even remotely close to one of the seven puts you at ease. Vision coming back into focus, shaking your head to get it together before observing the surrounding area.
However as much as you tried to forget, focus on something else, like the vibrations taking place underneath your paws from the moving vehicle. Tears still threatened to spill—That dream… You can’t get it out of your head.
It’s been months since you’ve had a nightmare, especially one as real as this…
Yet, the darkness had swallowed and welcomed you back with a sinister grin. Almost as if those demons inside didn’t leave at all, only waiting for your return—Which, in a way, the past did wait… In the depths of your mind until they were triggered back to the open surface.
Shaking the thoughts away with a downward glare, you didn’t realize that your sharpened claws were digging into the carpet ground. The sight forcing you to flinch and crawl away, wanting to come out of hiding but nearly shrieking when tripping over something hard and… fluffy?
You didn’t even have time to catch yourself—So much for cats always landing on their feet as you stumbled before coming into direct contact with something wet and squishy.
Peeking an eye open, widening seeing familiar golden fur and a slightly large snout touching your own small nose—Hoseok.
The dog hybrid was halfway beneath the seat, as if he tried to forcefully squeeze himself through the narrow space. Carefully, you tried to ease yourself out of the way, only to freeze feeling something move and snuggle into your side. Ears perking up, finally noticing Jungkook was here too… In fact, he was probably the cause of your fall.
Huffing, all you could do was stare at the bunny who was sound asleep, squirming around for warmth as he breathed in your scent with a content sigh—Jungkook and Hoseok being there, despite pushing them away earlier, had a warm feeling spread into your heart.
What was this? You couldn’t find a word for it.
It was different, calming, new… Honestly it made you feel fuzzy and light inside.
But what exactly was it? You’ve felt it before with Yoongi. Although it was stronger around him, but you just couldn’t pinpoint what this new feeling was called. Maybe you should talk about it with Namjoon, he once told you that purring was perfectly normal so he should know about this… Right?
It’s funny… Never in your life did you imagine you’d be friends with hybrids that weren’t cut from the same cloth, no less humans for that matter.
Getting on all fours, you gently rolled Jungkook over to the golden retriever so the small hybrid could stay warm with the help of Hoseok’s fur. Cat-like eyes narrowing playfully to make sure the youngest didn’t try to inch himself toward you like the last few times.
When it was clear Jungkook was planning to stay… you turned around and only took a single step before freezing. Hesitating, you glanced behind and inhaled sharply, rushing towards the two hybrids to nuzzle their necks affectionally that caused Hoseok and Jungkook to smile blissfully in their sleep.
More than embarrassed, tail coming to cover half your face, you maneuvered out from underneath the shadows with a silent hiss. The need to know your location being greater than the pain forming on your shoulder, ignoring the sting as you squinted because of the light shining through each window.
Orange and yellow colors flowing in your vision, it seemed to be around sunset outside but still bright enough to where you wanted to crawl back into the shade.
Standing tall on your hind legs, eyes narrowing to the other sleeping hybrids—Jimin and Taehyung being in a cuddle session of their own. Although your head snapped towards the front, humming near the driver’s seat catching your attention almost instantly. You’d know that familiar tune anywhere, automatically speed-walking to get closer as if you were in a trance. Jumping into the lap of the male that changed your life… possibly forever.
Not expecting the sudden weight, Yoongi tensed for a minute before slumping in relaxation when hearing and feeling your purrs rumble throughout his body.
You weren’t sure when Yoongi decided to trade spots with Seokjin, OR when the eldest wasn’t in the car anymore for that matter. But you weren’t complaining, eyes darting out the window. Enjoying the scenery and quietness of the road… It brought a sense of peace.
And when a single hand started combing through your black fur, you didn’t tense like earlier. Instead, practically turning into Jell-O.
Yoongi didn’t bother talking … nor did he mention a word about what happened between you and that hybrid eagle. The music lover knew when to shut up, letting you come to him instead of forcing it out. Yoongi was just happy that you didn’t flinch or shiver in disgust at his touch.
A soft—rare—smile graced Yoongi’s features as you leaned further in his hand with an expression that told him you were in heaven. A much better change than the painful one.
Occasionally, Yoongi would check the rear-view mirror to make sure Seokjin and Namjoon were still following behind in the other vehicle. But for the most part, the side was comforting. The only sound being the lowered music as Yoongi hummed, rapping his favorite verse louder for your ears.
Although you didn’t exactly know where you were or heading… Right now, in this moment.
You’d travel anywhere as long it’s with him.
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“Psst… Psst, Y/N! Time to wake up.”
Groaning at the noise, you curled up and turned around to face away from the new presence. Only to accidentally rollover, falling off the seat and hitting the ground. Cracking an eye open to glare at the laughing introducers that disturbed your peace.
“And here I thought cats always land on their feet…”
A snickering fox was glancing down as Taehyung towered over you two in his human form with a wide grin, playfulness shining in both their eyes. “Come on, Yoongi sent us to wake you. He wants you to meet someone, we all do!”
Confused, you sleepily got up with a yawn and stretched out your limbs, hissing when straining your shoulder once more. You were a hundred percent certain that it needed to be treated, especially when you didn’t officially know how bad it looked.
In pet circumstances, a vet could do an evaluation without problems… but you weren’t a pet. You’re a hybrid and human form usually is more suitable to check for injuries properly. Especially since you have black fur that covers any bruise or open wound.
The two hybrids glanced at one another in concern, feeling discomfort roll off you in waves. However, you didn’t bother telling them what was wrong, completely avoiding eye contact.
“Where are we?” You mumbled, the question being more directed at Jimin than anything since Taehyung could barely understand without being in his tiger form. Hybrid language was extremely different inside your animal form then it was being human. Taehyung only being able to get the gist of the conversation, but not fully.
“Home!” Jimin shouted excitedly, small yips leaving his mouth as the bright colored tail wagged on like a dog getting a treat—But thanks to your sleep introduced state, you could not focus on the fact that there were other new smells around or the sound of someone gathering the luggage in the trunks.
Home? That didn’t seem right… You all took a whole day trip, only to come back to the beginning? Is this a human and hybrid thing?
Weirdos…
Scratching behind your ears, you didn’t bother listening to what else the two hybrids had to say. Immediately jumping onto the seat where Jimin practically purred at the close proximity, nuzzling his head into yours as Taehyung twirled your black tail around his finger playfully.
Snorting you let out a hiss, only for the warning to be left ignored as they continued. The two already used to you trying to push their affection away, all the hybrids knew that if you didn’t actually want it… You’d do more than hiss.
Alright that’s enough… After nudging the two away, you jumped out the car door that was left open.
The first thing you noticed was how cold the ground and air was, snow scrunching underneath your paws while shivering. Face scrunching up when feeling Jack Frost nip at your nose—However, the second thing that caught your attention was getting lifted off the ground…
By someone that you did not know.
“Is this her?! Yoongi, she’s adorable!! Her beautiful fur reminds me of my little bun!” A women squealed out in awe, your eyes widening at the sight of her. Especially the peanut butter colored bunny ears that flopped down her short-styled hair.
The random women had such wide doe-like eyes that held so much happiness… and it was being directed at you.
You didn’t know how to react to this… because on one hand, you wanted to scratch and bite to freedom—I mean you were a predator and she was prey, you could scare her! But then again… Her eyes held so much warmth that it made you feel safe.
Just who the hell was she?
“Dear… Maybe you should put her down. Poor girl looks like she is going to faint,” Another voice echoed out into the night sky as it started to snow, tensing at the new presence as you swiftly glanced around seeing another bunny hybrid—The guy was slightly less tall than Jungkook, but instead of this women, he had black ears that stood up straight. A large smile forming on him… He had Jungkook’s smile.
“Her name is Y/N, right?”
“Oh! Chim mentioned that on the phone the last time we talked!! What a lovely name, it fits the little black rose perfectly!”
“Yoongi, I can’t believe you adopted a hybrid!! How many times has your mom tried to convince you to get out the house or schedule blind dates? At least now she’ll stop since you have a hybrid to take care of. I’m sure Y/N will have no problems whipping you into shape.”
Yoongi scoffed, turning his head sideways as a light blush rose on his cheeks from being called out. The action causing all the adult parents to laugh at the pouty expression Yoongi was showing, Though while it embarrassed him, you grew more on edge from being surrounded.
Eyes growing wide seeing multiple couples, from an orange and white tiger… to brownish and gold fur retrievers. Then finally a pair of bright orange and red foxes… However, you didn’t see any other couple that wasn’t considered a hybrid.
Eventually it started to feel like you were being suffocated, trying to wiggle out of the female’s grasp that only made you hiss from how much movement you were doing as the smell of fresh blood reached your nose. However it probably would’ve been noticed if where you were inside a closed space and not outside a snowy environment.
Though the sudden action had everyone freezing in alarm and concern before understanding lit up—They were overwhelming you. Although it was hard to detect in the wind, the strongest sense in the air was pain and fear… along with something else that smelled familiar to them. But from what Yoongi explained about your past… It would be best not to make a first bad impression by bringing up horrid memories.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!! I—I didn’t mean to be rude,” The women stumbled upon her words, ears pinning back as an embarrassed blush painted her cheeks red. Gently, she placed you down on the cold ground where you unconsciously hissed at everyone to back off, back arching as high it could go while tail bristled in anger.
The defensive position had the parents deflating, sadness filling them as the others eye’s softened—Maybe it was a mistake not to inform you that they were coming here…
“Y/N, it’s okay… You can trust them. It’s about time you meet the big family,” Namjoon calmly explained, crouching near as the four hybrids smiled in reassurance. Giving you an encouraging nod before standing next to the ones that shared similar traits with them—Are these their parents?
“Maybe we should let Y/N get settled in first! I bet she’s dying to eat a nice hot meal and shake off the cold—Yoongi… Namjoon… Your parents should be inside finishing up dinner. While Jin, your parents are getting the rooms ready,” Mrs. Jung spoke up, brownish tail wagging as the sun radiated off her smile.
Nodding in agreement, Namjoon ruffled your head before Yoongi came to scroop you up in his arms. Unzipping his jacket so he could wrap you up in it, becoming your personal heater.
During the trail, you watched how all the boys were in a good mood… Despite them being tired from staying up too late. Laughter could be heard a mile away as they joked around with big grins, even Jungkook had tears falling when being embraced by each of his parents.
Just then a flick was felt upon your ear that caused you to glare upward, Yoongi smirking down before an annoyed hiss fell from your lips that had him chuckling in amusement. The sound catching everyone’s attention, secretly glancing over their shoulders to coo. As well sighing in relief seeing Yoongi open up to someone that wasn’t his parents or the boys.
Soon enough, after heading through the darkness and snowy fog… You could make out a building that was neatly decorated as Christmas lights shined the pathway—This is a house?! It looks like a castle!!
Your mouth couldn’t help but drop when seeing a semi-giant mansion…
“Speechless dearie? Believe me… I was too when our seven boys surprised us with it,” Mrs. Kim stated, walking slower to keep in pace with Yoongi as she saw the awe shine in your eyes. Smiling at her son and husband that were ahead them, black and white tail blending into the snowy environment while it swished around.
Yoongi rolled his eyes, a small grin forming as he stared at the big house that was coming more into view—Wait was that? You couldn’t help but snicker in amusement when feeling Yoongi puff out his chest in pride. It seems the sight of the house inflated his ego…
“…All of you deserved it from how much you put up with us. We all have successful jobs… It was about time we lend a hand,” Yoongi explained with a far-off look in his eyes at the mention of being successful. While he did work in the music industry, Yoongi didn’t just want to be claimed as another random face… He wanted to make a name for himself that the world knew and deep in his gut, something told him that was coming soon. “Ah, anyways… All we did was start the race; it was you all that finished it remember? I hear the clinic and restaurant are the talk of the town, soon it’s going to go global—Eomma even told me your starting your own fashion line… What’s that all about?”
At the comment, Taehyung’s mom ended up coughing in her hand as she grew shy… The only people who actually knew about that was the ladies and her husband. Mrs. Kim didn’t even tell her son about what she was planning to release next fall. “Yes well… You didn’t think Taetae got his fashion sense from his father, did you?”
Yoongi laughed in agreement, glancing at the two male tigers to see one sporting a designer outfit while the other was wearing something that was entirely mismatched. The music lover couldn’t help but flinch seeing the terrible combination… Even HE had some fashionable sense.
Finally arriving at the front door, the guys were the first to rush into the house to get out of the cold weather. Dragging snow with them that had the woman glaring at the mess, pulling off their coats to put away. Honestly, you were surprised when Yoongi didn’t shed off his jacket as well or even ask if you’d sit on the floor from how much heat you were adding.
Suddenly a delicious aroma filled the room, it had your stomach grumbling in anger. In fact, you don’t think you’ve eaten anything since breakfast, and it seemed the smell wasn’t only affecting you. The other hybrids practically melting on the spot as drool formed, following the smell.
It wasn’t hard to find where it was coming from, Yoongi settling you down on the counter when spotting a beautiful women facing away from everyone. She was wearing an elegant black outfit, long hair tired up as she focused on chopping. The lady looked like Yoongi when he cooks.
Speaking of him…
“Eomma…. I’m home.”
Snapping her head up, eyes growing wide as she accidentally dropped the knife on the floor that had you jumping into a defensive position. Relaxing slightly when seeing the women throw herself into Yoongi’s awaiting arms before she pulled away. Placing a single hand on his cheek that had Yoongi leaning in for comfort.
“Oh my boy… Wait, am I sure your him? My, Yoongi, was never this handsome,” Mrs. Min snorted as Yoongi rolled his eyes, gently pushing his mother’s hand away playfully.
“Okay… Well you ruined the moment,” Yoongi chuckled.
“I was just kidding dumpling… Of course your mine, only I could create such a beautiful child,” Mrs. Min chuckled as she reached for the knife on the floor, placing it in the sink before turning around to get a better view at her son. However, her eyes widen seeing Yoongi’s shirt… “Oh my!! Yoongi you’re bleeding! Are you okay?!”
“Bleeding? What, are you finally going crazy? What are you talking about, I’m not…” Yoongi scrunched up his nose in confusion, glancing down at his shirt only to freeze. There, right in the middle, was in fact a blood stain… Although it was not a lot, it was still alarming.
“This doesn’t make sense…” Yoongi mumbled, thinking back on what happened today as his mother fused over him on possibly being injured. It was then that a light bulb lit up in his head… Y/N. Maybe that fight with the hybrid eagle did more than damage your mental health.
Ignoring his mother, Yoongi slowly crept to where you sat with a clinging Jimin. The fox being putty in your arms as you pat his head with a single paw. Giving a shushing sign when the hybrids spotted him getting closer. When Yoongi was close enough, he spotted your black fur had a shining wet coat to the shoulder. Although he couldn’t tell if it was blood or not.
Narrowing his eyes, Yoongi whispered an apology before touching the wet spot that had you wincing and letting out a loud cry. A deadly hiss escaping as wild eyes stared into Yoongi’s soul, everyone gathering into the kitchen when hearing the sound.
It surprised the parents when something triggered in their four boys, startled eyes watching them transform as they stood guard in front as Yoongi stared at the tips of his fingers that had fresh blood on it. Snapping up when hearing growls ring through the air as the hybrids eyed him suspiciously, only backing down when you finally relaxed seeing it was just Yoongi.
Seokjin and Namjoon stared with worry, wondering what the hell was going on. The two coming up behind Yoongi to peer down at what he was looking at that had curiosity grow in the parents too. Suddenly a gasp left one of them, the eldest being the first to react.
“Someone get my dad, immediately!!! Y/N’s hurt!!”
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Welcome to the thirteenth chapter of Changing One’s Tune! Thank you lovelies for your patience. All my hard-work finally paid off, I graduated with my associates!
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Bimil Tokki (New Story)
Hello lovelies!
Recently, I had gotten a story request by @rainbow-bunny-bts
…Well I really loved the idea so expect a new story sometime soon, as well as new chapters for Changing One’s Tune and Keys to the Magic Door! As always I love you and please be patience with me.
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(Artwork: ©1uckygold, All Rights Reserved. Do NOT Edit/Print/Commercial Use!)
↳ Bimil Tokki
~Genre: Fluff & Humor, Hybrid au
~Pairing: Jeon Jungkook (BTS) | JK x Hybrid f! Reader
Summary: Everyone across the world knew of the famous seven, their reputation going all around for being the purest idols out there. In fact, some might have thought they were descendants from actual hybrids in their family, but respecting their private life… No one knew the truth—However, what has been kept a secret for years was that the youngest member, known for his bunny smile, has a hybrid himself.
What happens when the shy bunny girl meets the members for the first time? Will it be fight, flight… Or a clingy adorable mess?
Coming Soon…
Genre: Romance, fluff, comedy, oneshot
Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Characters: Idoldad!Jungkook, Mom!Reader, Son!JeonJunghyun
Summary:Not only does your son look like his father, his personality is the same as well. They both sleep a lot, eat a lot and whine about everything. But this also means that you’re the mediator when the two get in a fight. What do they fight over? You.
The sunlight streaming through the curtains woke you up. You groaned, annoyed that the beam was in your face. Reaching over, your arm touched the cool mattress rather than a body.
“Huh?” You raised your head. Indeed, you were alone in bed. Pushing yourself into a sitting position, you got out of bed and shuffled out of your bedroom. You scratched your head, looking around until your eyes fell on the broad back of your boyfriend.
“There you are.” You sighed.
“Oh. You’re awake.” He turned around, waddling over to you with a big childlike grin. His arms engulfed you immediately, his big body practically leaning on your smaller one.
“Okay, okay. Good morning to you too, Koo.” You patted his back, cheek smushed against his chest. Bam trotted over, wagging his tail excitedly.
“Good morning to you too, Bam-ie.” You smiled, holding his head in both your hands to rub his ears.
“I better go wash up. I probably have morning breath.” You said to both boys with a chuckle and headed back into the bedroom. That was until you heard footsteps behind you and saw Jungkook following you with Bam.
“What?” Jungkook blinked.
“Nothing.” You laughed, pulling your hair up into a bun.
“What are the two of you doing?!” You asked as they followed you into the bathroom. Bam just panted with his tongue out of his mouth. Jungkook pretended to busy himself with an imaginary lint on his shirt. Sighing, you knew you wouldn’t be able to get rid of them so you used the toilet quickly and brushed your teeth.
“You’re so beautiful.” Jungkook smiled as he leaned against the wall, staring at you through the reflection of the mirror. You snorted, you had crust in your eyes and toothpaste dribbling down your chin.
“I love you.” Jungkook wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your shoulder.
“Koo!” You were trying to wash your face but he was making the task a lot more difficult than it usually is. When you were done, you grabbed your towel to dry your face.
“Where are you going?” Jungkook asked as you were headed out of the bedroom.
“To wake your child.” You replied with a flat look.
“Nooooo. Don’t wake him up yet.” Jungkook whined, holding your waist to block you. You struggled against him as he teetered you back into the room, closing the door with his foot.
“Why? You know very well that if you don’t wake him, he’ll sleep forever. Proves that he really is your child.” You scoffed. Even if you were asking why, you knew very well why Jungkook didn’t want to wake your son yet. There was always a competition between father and son… over you.
“He always steals you from me.” Jungkook complained.
“He’s our son! You should have thought about that when you decided to have a kid. You should be teaching him to share.” You hit his head.
“No. No. No.” He shook his head. Every time he did that to Jin to block him on Bangtan Bombs made you laugh but now that he was doing it to you, you understood Jin’s frustration.
“Come on. He’s as grumpy as you if he wakes up hungry.” You patted his shoulder with a sigh.
“10 minutes.” Jungkook laid you on the bed, using his body weight to weigh you down. You nodded in defeat, carding your fingers through his hair.
“Are you gonna grow your hair long again?” You asked.
“Do you want me to?” He lifted his head to stare at you. You shrugged, looking away. Jungkook smiled knowingly, he knew how much you loved his long hair. You just wouldn’t admit it because you were stubborn but that didn’t stop Jungkook from teasing you. He didn’t tell you that there were already plans for him to have long hair again.
“Omma!” You heard a cry from the other room.
“I’m here, baby! Jungkook, he’s awake. Let me go.” You squirmed.
“Just come here!” Jungkook shouted, refusing to let you go since his 10 minutes was not up yet. Your 3 year old son teetered in steadily, dragging his stuffed bear by the foot.
“Omma! Mine!” He burst out crying when he saw his father hugging you. To him, you were his and not Jungkook’s.
“Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?” You kicked Jungkook’s shin to get him away from you. He hissed, trying his best to not curse in front of the child. You bent down to pick him up to sit in your lap. He buried his face in your chest, wiping his tears on Jungkook’s shirt that you stole.
“There. There.” You stroked his head to console him, standing up to walk out of the room. Bam slowly walked by your side, trying to extend his nose to touch your son’s little foot.
“Are you hungry?” You asked, opening the fridge. That got his attention as he lifted his head to look at the fridge with wide eyes.
“Yoghurt.” He pointed.
“Okay.” You chuckled, putting him on the counter to take the yoghurt out. Grabbing his bowl, you prepared the yoghurt for him, putting some berries inside for him.
Jeon Junghyun, your 3 year old son, the baby that ‘replaced’ Jungkook. From the moment he was born, he was fated to be Jungkook’s son. Besides looking exactly the same, their personalities were so similar that it gave you a headache sometimes. They were both competitive, possessive, whiny and always hungry. It was like you were raising twin sons.
Jungkook was used to being the youngest and getting away with things but he had to ‘grow up’ to be a father all of a sudden. He still wasn’t used to it.
Pregnancy wasn’t exactly easy as well. At least for Jungkook. He developed couvade syndrome or sympathetic pregnancy, where he experienced the same or worse side effects of what you were going through.
The cravings, the nausea, the mood swings, the bloating, Jungkook went through all of that.
“Here you go.” You sat him down in his high chair and placed the bowl in front of him after fixing his bib on. Junghyun clapped and ate the delicious, sweet breakfast treat.
“Jungkook, can you watch him while I get his clothes and tidy his room?” You asked.
“Yes, ma’am.” Jungkook shuffled out of the bedroom. When he entered the kitchen, Junghyun stopped eating, staring at Jungkook cautiously.
“Can appa have a spoon, Hyunie?” Jungkook asked.
“No, Kookie. This mine.” Junghyun frowned, pointing at himself. Another thing was that Junghyun refused to call Jungkook ‘appa’, settling for Kookie after Hoseok had compared the nickname to the child’s favourite chocolate chip treat. You’ve tried to correct him but he’s stubborn.
“Not Kookie. Appa.” Jungkook corrected.
“Kookie.” Junghyun insisted. Jungkook sighed, going to the fridge to get a yoghurt cup for himself to eat. However, upon seeing his father eat his treats, Junghyun burst out crying.
“What happened?” You came out.
“I was just eating yoghurt.” Jungkook held his hands up defensively. He lifted Junghyun up from the baby seat, patting his back.
“Mine!” Junghyun cried, pointing at Jungkook’s abandoned yoghurt cup. You sighed and headed over to your son. Seeing you, he immediately reached out for you instead while Jungkook resumed eating.
“Baby, your yoghurt is here.” You lifted the bowl.
“You have to share, Junghyun ah.” Jungkook pointed his spoon at the child as he leaned back against the counter.
“Smart coming from you.” You rolled your eyes. Jungkook scoffed, continuing to eat his yoghurt. You wanted to facepalm, Jungkook wasn’t exactly helping much with the situation now. But the parent in you didn’t want Jungkook to give in to Junghyun’s crying. He had to learn to share one way of another. You brought him to the living room area.
“Why don’t you sit here and omma will eat with you?” You wiped his tears. He nodded his head, settling in your lap. You watched as he continued to haphazardly scoop the yoghurt and put it into his mouth.
“You eat so well.” You praised.
“Hyungs want to come over, if that’s fine with you?” Jungkook came to sit on the couch, phone in his hand.
“Sure. You haven’t seen them since this break started anyway.” You nodded your head. Jungkook’s band members were really nice to you and Junghyun, they were constantly offering help.
“Can I have some Junghyun?” You asked. Junghyun didn’t hesitate to hold his spoon up to you.
“What a kind boy.” You smiled.
“Wow. I know there’s differential treatment but it still hurts, Junghyun ah.” Jungkook commented from his position on the couch. You laughed, if Junghyun could talk, you knew that the two would be bickering at every moment.
It wasn’t long before the other boys came. Despite your refusal, they always came bearing lavish gifts for your son. You were definitely grateful, no doubt. But Junghyun was at the stage where he grew every day, he didn’t need branded clothes to wear one day and not fit him the next.
“Your favourite uncle is here.” Taehyung swooped in to lift a freshly showered Junghyun up. The boy burst into a fit of laughter as Taehyung continued to lift him into the air. There was always debate about favourite uncle too…
“Now’s our chance, let’s go.” Jungkook grabbed your hand.
“Koo!” You slapped his arm.
“Thanks again for cooking lunch, you two. Really, I could have made something or ordered delivery.” You said apologetically to the two oldest members in the kitchen.
“We’re here now. You can take a break and that includes one from you too.” Jin smiled at you and hit the back of Jungkook’s head.
“Let me have my chance, hyung. The kid never lets me within 20 feet of (y/n).” Jungkook complained, putting his arms around your waist to hug you tightly. Now that Junghyun was occupied, he could have you.
“Junghyun still have attachment issues?” Yoongi asked as he chopped the vegetables.
“Yeah. He and this one are constantly bumping heads with one another. Some days, it’s like taking care of 2 kids.” You pointed to Jungkook with a shake of your head. The two gave you empathetic looks, they knew Junghyun’s attachment was tough and could put a strain on the father-son relationship and the relationship between you and Jungkook as well.
DING DONG
“Sorry, I’m late. Where’s my godson?” Namjoon appeared, removing his sunglasses. You smiled and pulled him in for a hug.
After discussion, Jungkook wanted Namjoon to be Junghyun’s godfather, he idolised and learnt a lot from Namjoon. He wanted Junghyun to experience the same and look up to Namjoon as an example of success.
“You’re looking good, (y/n). It has been a while.” Namjoon complimented with a pat on your shoulder.
“Thank you. You look great too.” You laughed.
“Rapmon hyung!” Jungkook jogged over to hug the leader. The others were right, even after so long, Jungkook never stopped calling Namjoon ‘Rapmon hyung’. The habit was too hard to kill.
“Junghyun ah~” There were the signature dimples as Namjoon waved at Junghyun. Upon seeing his godfather, Junghyun quickly got out of Hoseok’s lap and ran over to hug Namjoon’s leg. He chuckled and picked him up to take a good look at him.
“You’re suddenly so big! Have you been good?” Namjoon asked as Junghyun wrapped his arms around his neck.
“I got you a gift.” Namjoon smiled, putting the child down.
“Namjoon, you shouldn’t have.”
“Anything for my godson.” They headed to the couch hand in hand. Namjoon took a familiar imperial saffron box out. For a 3 year old, Junghyun had way too much branded stuff.
“Look at this.” Namjoon lifted up the ombre denim jacket with the classic Louis Vuitton monograms printed all over for him.
“Wow.” Junghyun was in awe. Everyone cooed at his reaction.
“Thank you, daebu.” Junghyun hugged his godfather, Namjoon was happy seeing him so happy. He let Namjoon help him put it on and he spun around to show everyone, soaking in all the attention that they were giving him.
It was quite funny, Junghyun made the news when he was born not because he was Jeon Jungkook’s son but because Yoongi bought him a white Steiff x Tiffany teddy bear as his first toy. The white teddy bear is the same bear that Junghyun drags around now, although he isn’t as pristine white anymore from being dragged all over the place by the kid.
“I can’t believe he still brings Sogeum around.” Jin chuckled, referring to said white bear that was named after being the same colour as salt.
“He doesn’t go anywhere without it.”
“Honestly, I didn’t think it would be the one he brings around… I didn’t know what to get him as a ‘congrats on being born’ gift.” Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck. You went to the living room to find Bam.
“Come here, Bam-ie. You’re the only one that hasn’t been fighting for my attention, huh? Good boy.” You waved Bam over to shower him in affection.
“Excuse me. What do you mean by that?” Jungkook frowned.
“It means Bam’s the only one not giving her a hard time around here.” Jimin giggled, entering the conversation. Bam wagged his tail as Jimin stroked his head as well.
“Do you know which samchon is which?” Taehyung asked, showing Junghyun their latest group promo picture. Since Junghyun grew up around the boys, he was familiar with everyone but it was always hard for him to point them out in photos with different hairstyles, clothes and makeup.
“Daebu!” Junghyun smiled excitedly, pointing out his godfather confidently.
“That’s right!” Namjoon shook the kid by the shoulders.
“Yoomi… Hobi… Chim! Jjan… Tete!” Junghyun pointed at all the members carefully, calling each of their nicknames. It was cute that he tried to pronounce their names with his baby Korean.
“What about him?” Hoseok pointed at Jungkook’s face, noticing that he had yet to recognise his father.
“Kookie?” He tilted his head.
“Did you see that?! He knew which was me but ignored it!” Jungkook whined, shaking your arms as he told on his son to you. You threw your head back with a sigh, pinching your nose bridge.
“Alright, alright. It’s okay, Koo.” You patted his head while he pouted with a frown. He even sulks the same way as Junghyun when he’s unhappy.
“He still calls you Jjan.” You giggled to Jin as you continued to comfort Jungkook, who was just tucked under your arm as you patted his back. Seemed like there was no break from childcare for you. Jin laughed, finding it endearing how Junghyun picked up the nickname from Hoseok, that he never bothered to correct Junghyun’s pronunciation.
“The cutest is still Yoomi.” Jimin imitated the way Junghyun’s lips protruded as he struggles to pronounce ‘Yoongi’. Even Yoongi couldn’t help but smile. Your phone buzzed, making you wiggle away from Jungkook.
“Sorry. Let me take this, it’s a work call.” You went to the bedroom to answer the call when you saw that it was your work client’s number.
“Come here.” Yoongi grunted as he bent down to pick Junghyun, setting him on his lap as he sat on the couch.
“Wah.” Junghyun climbed on Yoongi, touching his coloured hair.
“They really get amused by everything.” Namjoon noted. You came back out of the room, a perplexed look on your face as you called Jungkook to the room. He immediately got worried, following you.
“What’s wrong?” He frowned, squeezing your hand.
“My client is going back to America and wants the papers sent to him now. I thought I had until the end of the week so my work laptop is at my desk in the office, not here with me.” You sighed heavily. Today was your off day so you never thought that you would be rushed to send documents over.
“So what do you want to do?” He asked. Whatever you needed, Jungkook would help you.
“I’ll need to head to the office for a bit. Do you think you and the others can watch Junghyun for a while?” You requested timidly. Jungkook’s eyes widened, the fear evident in them.
“You’ll be fine, Koo. He’s your son.” You squeezed his arm.
“My son that hates me.” He corrected.
“He doesn’t hate you, don’t say that. If you need help, you have the other 6 here to help.” You persuaded.
“Alright.” Jungkook agreed, not wanting to add more to your stress by being difficult. You were right, Junghyun is his son. He could handle him for a while. And he had his loveable uncles and godfather here to entertain him if he didn’t want Jungkook anyway. You gave Jungkook a kiss and went to get ready to head to the office.
“I’ll sneak you out.” Jungkook whispered. You nodded, following him. Luckily Jungkook’s body was big enough to cover you. The both of you stood in the hallway, hugging each other.
“I can drop you off.” Jungkook offered.
“No need. I already called a cab. Thank you.” You gave him another kiss before you left and Jungkook went back into the house.
“Some urgent work needed her. Even if it is her day off.” Jungkook told the others briefly, he didn’t want Junghyun to realise you’re gone and start crying. For now, he was still distracted by his uncles to notice.
“Lunch is almost ready.” Jin announced.
“Time to eat.” Namjoon lifted Junghyun up, going to the washroom to wash his hands before eating. Going to the dining area, Namjoon out Junghyun in his chair and put the bib on.
“I should set some food aside for (y/n). She might be hungry when she comes back.” Jungkook put some of each dish into a container, setting it aside to let it cool. He’ll put it in the fridge for you so you can heat it up later.
“Are you hungry?” Jimin asked. Junghyun grinned and nodded his head. Yoongi helped cut Junghyun’s food up in his kids tray, it was beef, vegetable fried rice and soup. The adults had an extra dish stir fried spicy pork belly too. Jungkook put Junghyun’s tray in front of him.
“Hold on. What did omma say before you eat?” Jungkook gently held Junghyun’s wrist before he could start. Junghyun blinked in confusion.
“Tha…” Namjoon tried to hint.
“Thank you for the food Yoomi samchon and Jjan samchon.” He said.
“Enjoy the food.” Yoongi said, leaning his head on his palm with an endearing smile on his face. Junghyun reminded the older members of young Jungkook sometimes, it was so adorable.
“What a good eater.” Namjoon praised, watching Junghyun shovel food into his mouth. Across the table, his father was doing to same.
“Yah. Eat properly, you need to set a good example to him.” Jin lectured Jungkook. Hoseok couldn’t help but laugh at the father and son duo, taking his phone out to take a picture of them, both faces nearly buried in their food.
“Seaweed.” Junghyun held his spoon out.
“Seaweed, please.” Taehyung corrected.
“Seaweed, please Chim samchon.” Junghyun repeated. Jimin smiled, patting his head, and opened the packet, placing the seaweed sheets onto Junghyun’s tray. Noticing that he was only eating seaweed and not touching the other food, Jungkook blocked Junghyun’s spoon with his chopsticks, making the child frown unhappily.
“Hyunie, eat the other delicious food too.” Jungkook said, putting a piece of beef onto his small spoon. In retaliation, Junghyun dropped the beef from his spoon and picked up a piece of seaweed.
“Hyunie. Eat it together with the seaweed.” Jungkook sighed.
“Let Yoomi samchon help.” Yoongi moved to stand behind Junghyun, taking some rice and beef, putting it in the middle of the seaweed sheet to make a small wrap.
“Try this?” Yoongi held it up to Junghyun’s mouth. Junghyun stared at it before he opened his mouth to eat it.
“More, please.” He looked up at his uncle that towered over him. Yoongi nodded and changed places with Jimin, who was actually sitting on the other side of Junghyun. He made multiple little wraps for Junghyun, who stuffed them into his mouth.
“Is it good?” Namjoon asked. Junghyun turned to his godfather with a nod, taking one of the wraps up to offer it to him. Smiling, Namjoon leaned down to eat one. Junghyun waited for his reaction.
“Wow! It’s delicious!” Namjoon exclaimed. Junghyun laughed at his exaggerated reaction but was happy that he liked it too.
When Junghyun was done, Yoongi and Jin brought him to the living room to play. They didn’t need to clean up since they did the cooking. The rest were still eating anyway.
“Cheese rice?” Jungkook suggested.
“Sounds good.” Hoseok nodded. With the leftover spicy pork belly, Jungkook went to the stove to add more rice and cheese.
“Add some spring onion, Jungkook ah.” Taehyung said. Jungkook went to the fridge to get spring onion and chopped it up, sprinkling it over the melted cheese. He brought the hot pan out.
“Wahhh.” The remaining members were in awe. Namjoon, who was done eating, shook his head at his members’ appetites. He brought his used cutlery to the sink to do later when the others were done and headed to the living area where the oldest and his godson were playing. The remaining 4 stayed at the table, digging into the hot melted cheese and rice.
“(y/n) alright?” Jimin asked.
“Yeah, just some work for the client last minute.” Jungkook replied. You hadn’t texted him, which he took as a good sign. Your last text to him was to let him know that you had arrived at the office.
“Poor (y/n). She’s so busy.” Taehyung pouted. Jungkook couldn’t help the possessive feeling that bubbled within him. He knew his hyungs cared for you a lot but when you were brought into conversations, he just felt uncomfortable.
“Clients are just difficult.” Hoseok said.
“Yeah…” Jungkook said, taking another bite of food. He knew he was quite possessive and shouldn’t be feeling this way.
When you just started dating him, you were very shocked when he admitted that he didn’t like you hanging out with his hyungs when he wasn’t there. He was just worried that you may leave him.
“I don’t know how I can get closer to Junghyun. Not for me, but so I can help (y/n) out.” Jungkook said, wanting some advice. Everyone got along well with his son except him and he was the father. Maybe because their personalities were too similar, it caused them to clash.
“He sees you as someone taking his mom away.” Jimin said.
“Well, she was mine first…” Jungkook scoffed.
“I saw in one of Namjoon’s parenting books that kids at his age have separation anxiety. You know, as they start to recognise their parents and stuff. Maybe Junghyun’s just going through that.” Taehyung suggested.
“Maybe… I mean, you’re hardly here when we’re promoting or touring. So I guess it’s a given that he sees you as a stranger sometimes.” Hoseok said.
“Now’s the perfect time for you to show him that he can rely on you.” Jimin patted Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Argh, it’s hard being a dad.” Jungkook groaned.
BAM!
Junghyun’s wailing filled the apartment. Jungkook stood up, going to the living room to see Namjoon picking Junghyun’s up from his fallen position on the ground to comfort him. He frowned and walked closer, he was concerned if his son was alright but he didn’t attempt to separate the two. He was worried that may just make Junghyun cry even more.
“Appa.” Junghyun saw Jungkook and reached out to him. Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock, this was the first time Junghyun called him ‘appa’. But still, he reached over to retrieve the child.
“There, there. It’s okay.” He said softly, rubbing Junghyun’s back.
“He tripped and fell.” Jin explained. Jungkook nodded, knowing that it wasn’t really anyone’s fault and he knew how cautious his hyungs were with Junghyun anyway.
“I’ll take him to the room. He could just be tired, it’s his nap time.” Jungkook said to the others before going to the room.
“Does it hurt? I know it hurts. It’s okay, Junghyun ah.” Jungkook hushed Junghyun bouncing and patting his back. He used a small towel to wipe Junghyun’s tears.
“Appa…” Junghyun rubbed his face into Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Shh.” Jungkook began to hum a soft song to calm Junghyun down enough to sleep. As Junghyun was drifting off, Jungkook sat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard with Junghyun on his chest.
Outside, the other 6 heard Junghyun’s cries die down and let out a sigh of relief. They cleaned up the kitchen and washed the dishes. Namjoon picked up Sogeum and headed to the room to give it to Junghyun. However, he was not expecting to see the father and son asleep. He placed the bear down and left.
“They’re asleep. Maybe we should go.” Namjoon said to the others. They nodded in agreement and got ready to leave.
“Junghyun called Jungkook ‘appa’. After 3 years.” Jimin noted with a giggle.
“I was shocked. And I think Jungkook was too.” Yoongi said, fiddling with his beanie. They all left the house, not before writing a note to Jungkook and leaving it on the table.
When you came back, the house was dark and quiet, only Bam came to greet you. You turned the lights on, put your bag down and headed to the kitchen. You spotted a note on the dining table addressed to Jungkook.
“Where are they?” You checked Junghyun’s room but it was empty. You headed into your bedroom to look for Jungkook.
“Woah.” You couldn’t believe your eyes. Junghyun was asleep on Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook was fast asleep, one hand resting on his son’s back. You lightly pinched yourself, wondering if this was a dream. What happened while you were gone that caused this? You left the room to call Namjoon, hoping he had an explanation for their sudden closeness.
“Yeah. He cried and called for Jungkook, calling him ‘appa’. Jungkook took him to the room to calm him down and I guess, they both fell asleep like that. So we left the house.”
“Wow… I mean, this is good but I’m shocked.” You chuckled.
“You’re not the only one.”
“Well, thank you for coming and hanging with Junghyun. I’ll see you soon, Namjoon.” You said and hung up. Going to the fridge, you saw that there were some leftovers with your name on it so you heated that up to eat.
“I won’t forget you, Bam-ie.” You made his dinner, letting him eat when you sat at the kitchen counter to eat your own food.
“Jagi?” You heard Jungkook’s hoarse, sleep-filled voice.
“In the kitchen.” You replied. He shuffled over, smiling sleepily when he saw you. He came over to hug you, nuzzling his face into your neck.
“Why didn’t you wake me up? I could have accompanied you so you didn’t have to eat alone.” Jungkook said, taking a seat beside you. You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair as you ate with your other hand. He kept his arms around your waist.
“You were sleeping so soundly with Junghyun. I didn’t want to wake my boys up. Anyway, I’m not alone, Bam’s keeping me company too. We’re enjoying our dinner together.” You explained.
“Right…” He yawned.
“I’ll cook something for you and Junghyun after this.” You informed. He nodded his head.
“Jagi?”
“Hmm?”
“Junghyun called me ‘appa’…”
“I heard. Tell me about it.” You encouraged. Even if you knew what happened from Namjoon already, you wanted Jungkook to tell you himself, to share how he felt about that.
“It was nice. He wanted me to comfort him, like he relied on me when he was hurt.” Jungkook explained.
“I’m glad you and him had that progression, Koo. See? I told you he doesn’t hate you, he knows you’re his dad and he knows that he can count on you too. He’ll probably start warming up to you a lot more now, look to you for comfort and start opening up with time.” You chuckled. Jungkook nodded in agreement. He was excited about this.
“I finally feel like I’m stepping into this dad role.” Jungkook confessed, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. You smiled, leaning in to give him a kiss and a proper hug.
“I’m happy to hear that.” You said.
“Come here.” Jungkook put his arms around your waist to bring you over to sit on his lap.
“Think you can appear on that celebrity dad show? Return of Superman? You’ll just need to watch Junghyun for 48 hours without me.” You suggested. Jungkook gave you a flat look.
“Okay, don’t get too excited. The guy called me ‘appa’ for the first time in 3 years. We still have a long way to go.” He sighed.
“It’s a goal to work towards!”
“Who knows, the moment he sees you when he wakes up, I become invisible again. Mothers will always rank first before fathers.” Jungkook shrugged as he stated the truth.
“Look I know that you wanted Namjoon to be his godfather because you wanted Junghyun to have someone to look up to and all that. But more than anything, I want Junghyun to know that he can look up to you. You’re a great role model and I think Junghyun can learn a lot from you.” You said.
“Even if I’m immature sometimes? And can get a little too competitive?” He tilted his head.
“Even so. I think you’re great at what you do and you can teach our child to be just as strong as you when he gets older. You already have the looks down and the competitiveness, so you’re halfway there.” You winked.
“That’s hyungs’ fear, that Junghyun becomes a mini me when he starts hitting the gym. He’ll bully them like I do.” He giggled. You slapped his arm.
“You bully your hyungs all the time with your muscles when they’re nothing but nice to you.” You rolled your eyes.
“But…”
“But?”
“I’m still not letting him have you. You’re mine and you were mine first. So if he thinks I’ll just let him claim you as his, he has another thing coming.” Jungkook declared with a pout.
“Alright. You can continue to fight with him over that, I shall not get involved. You two are always going to compete over everything.” You rolled your eyes.
“Of course. When it comes to you, it’s always a competition. But that goes without saying that I’m already winning. I am many years ahead of him.” He held your chin, pulling you closer to press his lips against yours to give you a loving kiss.
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— Summary: You’re a recent grad who was given the dream opportunity to intern abroad in South Korea. When you moved into a small, somewhat homely, apartment complex in Gangnam, you were pleasantly surprised to have become neighbors with 7 very intriguing, very charming, very handsome young men. You weren’t expecting them to have become so attached to you so quickly and that’s probably because you’re actually their reincarnated soulmate. To make matters even more convoluted, they’re also part of the mafia, they’re demons, and they’re heir to the throne of the underworld. Who’d thought that your once normal life would change so drastically over the course of such a short time?
— Pairing: demon lord! mafia boss! bts x poc! curvy! intern! reader
— Genre: super fluff / poly!au / mafia!au / demon!au / soft yandere!au / soulmate! au
— Status: On Going
— Warnings: erotic thoughts, indirect verbal sexual harassment, fluff, killing intent, lying, (somewhat) degrading thoughts
— Word Count: 6.0k
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**AUTHORS NOTE**
Chapter 4 is finally here!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!! HAPPY HOPE DAY AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Lol, this is super duper late but it’s here, revised, and finished!!
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The 7 young men crowded around the 3rd floor communal lounge area once again after they got back from visiting the elder witch. Her words were enlightening to say the least, but it was nothing they hadn’t expected. According to her, you were unmistakably their soulmate. Their reactions to you, your response back, the continual serendipitous encounters with each and every one of them; this was all in response to the universe aligning you all to your final reunion.
The confirmation made all their hearts soar with excitement, the fluttery feelings of butterflies tickling their stomachs with joy. However, the euphoric feeling was cut short thanks to the additional warnings stated by the elder witch. They weren’t particularly fond of what she had said, having not suspected it, yet, at the same time, not being as surprised by it either.
She had unfortunately admitted that there is a possibility that you can reject your soul bond with them, the thought of that hurting them more than they cared to admit. Humans are not as receptive to soul mates as they once were, the concept being a rare and dying ideal to them. Due to that, it has affected your share of the bond immensely, the lack of practice muting your cognitive awareness to the feelings you share with them. She did say that your violent response to being touched by Namjoon and Yoongi was more than enough of a good sign that you do feel something, however, the fact still remains you could still just as easily reject them all in the end.
That worried them all greatly, unsure of the appropriate steps to take from their given point. She made it quite clear that forcing the bond will inevitably cause more harm than anything else, the possibility of you succumbing to fear or even hatred towards them being a natural response. It was also important to keep in mind that they are demons, a characteristic humans deem both frightening yet unrealistic. Alternatively, restraining their urges too much and too frequently will definitely put them all in immense pain from lack of the fulfilled bond. To help avoid all these worse case scenarios, she suggested subtle courting tactics. Maintaining patience is key to this process, hoping to ease your senses back into the flow of the shared bond over time. Basically, she wants them to help you rekindle the hidden bond you all share. And now, they are gathered to figure out how to do just that.
“We’ll just have to find ways to spend time with her individually. Maybe even in small groups?” Hoseok suggested questioningly.
“That seems easier said than done. How are we supposed to do that without it seeming overbearing or suspicious? Not to mention her work schedule fluctuates like crazy.” Jungkook asked with hints of irritation.
“We’ll spread out our days spent together. We certainly don’t want to overwhelm her. It’s also important to allow her to have personal downtime. Try to plan the days and activities far enough apart and make it seem like a casual suggestion when bringing it up to her.” Seokjin added.
“I agree. She’s very sensitive and naive to the ideas of dating. If it becomes too much for her she might pull away from us. In addition, we need to be attentive to what she says or does, keeping her schedule in mind as much as possible.” Namjoon pointed out.
“She definitely has a social battery. Seems more like a homebody than anything else. Casual dates might be best.” Yoongi lightly chuckled, thinking back on some past conversations you two had.
“I like that idea. Casual dates can definitely make it easier to be more…intimate and personal when alone. She may even drop her guard down and be open with us too.” Taehyung said with a sparkle in his eyes.
“Don’t make it sound so perverted. Remember, we need to take it slow.” Jimin lightly chastised, chuckling knowingly at him.
They all threw out numerous suggestions, ideas, and opinions as they continued the layout of their plan. They were going to do everything in their power to make it as appropriate and successful as possible for the next couple of weeks.
KIM NAMJOON & MIN YOONGI & JUNG HOSEOK
It had already been over 2 months since your arrival into Korea, as well as your unforeseen yet welcoming friendship with the 7 brothers who lived on your apartment floor. It was like reuniting with old friends, melding into their comfort and charm with great ease. You truly weren’t sure how or why it was so quick for you but you didn’t bother to really question it. If anything, you wanted to selfishly indulge in their presence when possible, unsure of how much longer you’d be blessed with their company. Speaking of, the universe must be favoring you today as you were currently getting ready for a sudden outing with none other than Namjoon and Yoongi.
You were so excited, rummaging through your entire dresser for something to wear. You couldn’t decide, too afraid of either overdressing or underdressing. On one hand you wanted to look cute but on the other hand you wanted to be casual. So you settled on something that was the perfect combination of both. When you were officially done getting yourself ready, you nervously walked out of the room down to the main floor waiting area. Though you hadn’t seen either Namjoon or Yoongi just yet, you did see their grandmother, Mrs. Bom.
“Ahhh~, you look so pretty (Y/N)!! Where are you heading off to this fine morning?” she asked with much anticipation in her voice.
You felt the warmth reach your cheeks as you shyly thanked her for her compliment.
“I’m going to the Starfield COEX Mall. Namjoon and Yoongi invited me to go with them. I had never been and wanted to take advantage of my recent payday to buy some souvenirs or clothes. Ahhh~ I’m so excited!” you admitted happily, a giggle escaping your lips.
“I just hope I can be of good company though.” you added sheepishly.
You had become quite comfortable with speaking to Mrs. Bom as of late, sharing a little bit of your more personal self with her. She never judged or pried too far into what you were willing to admit and you were very grateful for that.
Mrs. Bom held a look of surprise and slight confusion. She cocked her head and began speaking.
“What do you mean?
“Well, I don’t talk much and due to that I’ve had people, more than I cared to admit, assume that I was bored being around them. I started thinking that I was doing something wrong because I was invited less and less to hang out with people over the years. I tried really hard to change but that started to feel tiring. It didn’t feel like me and I was no longer looking forward to the invites I eventually never received anyway. Kinda funny how that worked out. Anyway, I like spending time with others, I’m just really quiet. As long as people can accept that, then I think it’ll be fine.” you explained with a slight smile.
“But…” you added suddenly with hesitation.
“I really don’t want to screw this up. Not with Namjoon. And not with Yoongi. They’ve all been so kind and patient with me. I guess I’m just a little worried about the outcome…if that makes sense.”
Mrs. Bom studied your flustered features and shy demeanor for a brief moment. You didn’t seem to be looking for pity or intentionally downing yourself. It didn’t even seem like you were upset about what had happened in the past. It was almost as if you accepted it and had every intention of moving forward. But you were clearly still so scared of messing up. Oh if only you knew how much her grandson’s fawn over you! Your concerns are almost laughable, yet, she understood. She walked up to you with a sweet smile and gently took your hands into hers. This caused you to look at her, watching with curiosity as she began to speak.
“I’m glad you realized that you didn’t have to change. Because my dear, there was nothing ever wrong with you to begin with. Those simple minded people didn’t know how to handle a complex soul like yours and if anything you dodged a bullet! But let me tell you this. Namjoon would never jump to conclusions, would never abandon you, would never do this if he wasn’t certain that he’d enjoy your company. Then there’s my little Yoongi. He is so gentle, patient, and understanding! You’d have to do and be so awful to make him not like you. There is nothing for you to fear or worry over, just be yourself. That’s all that’s being asked of you. That’s all those boys truly want.”
Her words made your heart flutter. They were encouraging, more so than you had anticipated, but your mind couldn’t help but focus on the last thing she mentioned. Was there a double meaning behind her words? It was far too vague to confirm but suspicious enough to make you wonder…to make you hope. A deepening warmth crept upon your cheeks at what she said regardless of the intent, happy to have your spirits lifted after the nagging thoughts were eating away at you all night.
“Thank you, Ms. Bom. I truly mean that with every fiber of my being.” you said with as much sincerity you could muster.
“Of course dear.”
In that moment, unbeknownst to either of you, two figures approached you both. When you finally felt their presence you turned instinctively to look up. That was when you were met with both Namjoon and Yoongi. If only it was as simple as that though.
Both sported a fit that accented their build rather nicely. Each had an attractive casual outfit tailored to their individual tastes. Namjoon’s was more earthy tones with browns and whites and Yoongi’s was more dark, borderline black and grays. Despite the various ways their clothing lay on their body, you couldn’t help but to notice the obvious effects their weight lifting had on their neck, shoulders, arms, and chest.
It was hard not to linger your eyes over their bodies but you forced yourself from prying any longer than you already had, too afraid of coming across as a pervert or creep. Ms. Bom quickly picked up on how hard it was for you and held in a giggle. However, what was even more comical was how desperate the guys looked when their eyes laid on you. It was so painfully obvious it agitated the very core of Ms. Bom. Oh how she wished you’d guys become lovers already so the sexual tension in the air would become less suffocating.
“You look beautiful.” Namjoon said bluntly without thinking.
Your eyes widened in shock, your brain trying to process his words. Ms. Bom seemed impressed by his boldness but he, himself, turned as red as a tomato. Yoongi, being the good hyung as always, butted in quickly to alleviate the rapid shot of awkwardness now present.
“I agree with Namjoon. Are you ready to go? It’s going to be a pretty busy day today but we don’t need to rush it. We have plenty of days to explore the entirety of the mall.” Yoongi said, trying to change the subject.
“I-I…uh yeah! I’m really excited and can’t wait to look around! And I appreciate that Yoongi. I can get tired pretty easily”
“T-That’s not a problem! We don’t want to overwhelm you! But if you’re all ready, we can head off. See you later this evening, Halmoni (grandmother)! We’ll make sure to bring back some of the bread you like on our way home.” Namjoon stated, trying to calm his nerves down.
Ms. Bom approached Namjoon and placed a hand on his cheek. After a quick second, he looked at her gratefully, almost as if unspoken words were shared in that brief moment. The interaction fascinated you, almost like she had calmed him down a bit. Having observed the interaction, a nice warmth blanketed your heart. It was really nice to see actually. You felt a tug at your wrist pulling you from your thoughts. Turning slightly, you see Yoongi close to you with a gentle smile on his lips. His eyes were warm and kind, mesmerizing even. Have they always looked that beautiful?
“Ready?” he asked once more, pulling you from your new set of thoughts.
“Y-Yeah. I am!”
The entire adventure was actually much more fun and fascinating than you had expected. The library was huge and held so many books in it. Not to mention the aquarium and the packed movie theater. It was such an interesting concept, something you had never seen before back in your hometown. You quickly understood why this mall was so popular and kinda wanted to come with everyone next time.
As you continued, you all approached a cute little clothing outlet the further you walked. It caught your eye because it was size friendly and promoted itself on the inclusivity of clothing for bigger, thicker, and curvier individuals. Naturally, that caught your attention and you really wanted to go into the store. Namjoon and Yoongi saw how excited you got and made no qualms in exploring. In fact, Namjoon was curious himself at the bigger sizes in the mens section, given how toned he’s gotten over the recent months.
“What do you think of this?” you asked excitedly, pulling the blouse up to your upper half.
Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle and Yoongi smiled fondly at you. You were like a little kid, fascinated by so much of the clothing so far.
“The shirt is nice but won’t your shoulders be too exposed? Are you okay with that?” Yoongi asked without thinking.
Namjoon cut him a knowing look. Yoongi by no means would tell you what to and what not to wear. But as someone who has strong feelings for you and doesn’t want other guys to flirt with you, he couldn’t help asking the question out of concern. He knew he may have crossed the line so he forced himself to bite his tongue. Luckily, you rolled with his bluntness and hummed in thought taking in what he said into consideration.
“You know, now that I think about it, you have a point. It’s cute but I don’t think it would be very appropriate for work. Maybe we can find something else!” you cheerfully stated.
Namjoon and Yoongi stiffened in slight irritation at the mentioning of your work. Your boss made their blood boil, especially after the conversation they had with Jin. With how perverted that man is, the thought of him oggiling you made their blood run cold. You took notice of their stiff appearance and gave a look of concern.
“Are you guys…alright? Is something wrong? We can head out if you’d like?” you asked with slight worry, concerned you were taking too long in the store.
They both quickly snapped out of it, instantly squashing the darkening gazes in their eyes. When you approved of their insistent claims that all was good, you smiled and went back to skimming the clothing rack. They gave each other scrupulous looks, sighing heavily in relief at yet another close call as you wandered further away.
Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck, his own social battery draining rather quickly at this point. Namjoon wasn’t any better, also feeling exhausted from the random surge of various emotions throughout the day so far. At least they had you by their side. Being able to see your smile, the excitement in your eyes, and the way you felt so comfortable around them was worth it. For you they’d do just about anything. However, they’d have to admit that it would be nice to no longer have their emotional and physical energy tested like this.
As Namjoon and Yoongi were recomposing themselves, something caught the elder’s eye. It was a small display of various jewelry. Many of the trinkets were fairly pretty, some a little pricey too. But Yoongi got stuck on one particular one. Namjoon had taken quick notice of Yoongi’s changed behavior and waltzed over to him to observe the same display. Picking up the small metal in his hand, the two observed it’s beauty with a sentimental fondness.
“What are the odds…something so similar could be available to purchase?” Namjoon asked, astonished.
“It’s a bit different from what we gave her all those years ago, but it truly is almost identical to our pendant.” Yoongi said warmly.
The two made the conscious decision to purchase and give it to you as a gift. Maybe all their mental constraints will have been worth the effort if it meant seeing that smiling face of yours. Maybe the mental testing really is over!
“How about this (Y/N)? This looks beautiful against your skin tone. Not to mention the way it fits your figure!” a sudden male voice announced.
Unfortunately, those hopes were promptly short lived.
“Oh! Do you think so? I do love this color actually! Thanks so much Jiwoo! I’ll go and try it on real quick!” you expressed joyously.
Jiwoo? Who the fuck was Jiwoo? Namjoon had to hastily quell the rising signs of jealousy. For god’s sake he didn’t even know what this man looked like. All he knew was that it was an invasive male near you and he didn’t like it. There was no need to even make contact with Yoongi, the two young men using their keen hearing to follow where your voice amplified last. When they reached your location, they hadn’t realized their threatening looks and ice cold aura. Their eyes were even on the brink of turning crimson, feelings on a threatening level coursing through their veins. How odd given this only ever happened when a true enemy vile to the bone was in their vicinity. But to their surprise stood a very handsome, very kind looking young man.
Jiwoo was your typical mold of conventional attractiveness, especially by Korean standards. Tall, broad shoulders, pale clear skin, well fit with a charming persona to boot. He was not only the image of an idol or actor, but he was exceedingly smart and very good at what he does too. Ariel always spoke about how attractive Jiwoo is and how almost all the women at your company flock to him like lost sheep. This, of course, is not without the distaste of the other males, particularly your boss. But most of them sucked up to him due to his pharmaceutical company investing so much into your design one.
The other thing Ariel never failed to point out was how obvious Jiwoo was attracted to you. You never could see it yourself, his flirtatious advances came across as friendly gestures. She found that adorable about you but feared this would prevent you from having any romantic opportunities. Too bad it wasn’t all in Ariel’s mind like you had thought because both Namjoon and Yoongi could tell right away; Jiwoo was not just some coworker, he had a motive.
“Oh! Hello there. Can I help you with something?” Jiwoo asked inadvertently.
Namjoon and Yoongi quickly adjusted their aggressive image but held a skeptical and observing attitude towards Jiwoo. Why wasn’t he frightened? He didn’t even flinch. Hardcore mafia members typically break a sweat if any of them showed such aggression. So why wasn’t he even bothered? They didn’t like this. They didn’t like him. Why did he get under their skin so badly?! What the hell was going on?!?!
Namjoon made the first move. This surprised Jiwoo and his sudden shock did not bypass Yoongi’s eyes.
“My name is Namjoon. It’s nice to meet you.”
Jiwoo blinked several times before a kind smile appeared.
“It’s nice to meet you too Namjoon! The name’s Jiwoo.”
He shifted his gaze to Yoongi, waiting for him to answer.
“Yoongi.”
“Cool! So Namjoon. Yoongi. What can I do for you?” he asked innocently.
“We were actually looking for someone. We heard her voice and came over here to meet back up. Wouldn’t happen to have seen her, would you? She wouldn’t be hard to miss.” Namjoon explained, trying to maintain a leveled tone.
“Hmmm~ Oh! You mean the short, curvy, foreign girl? The pretty one with sunkissed skin? Are you guys friends of (Y/N)?”
Jiwoo’s description was so casual that it was irking them both with how friendly his tone was as he spoke about you. But they had to reel it in, already displaying too much zeal for wanting to physically destroy him out of annoyance. Even though they had no real reason as to why.
“That’s the one! And yes, we’re friends of hers.” Namjoon continued, poking his tongue against his inner cheek.
“Oh awesome! I’m a coworker of hers! We’ve been doing a collaborative project between our two companies. She’s an amazing person and so talented! She’s saved my ass more times than I can count and she’s always there when I need her! If I’m being honest, she’d make the perfect girlfriend.”
“Ah~ That’s good to hear! I’m glad she has someone watching over her there. I think we can both personally attest to your descriptions of her too.”
Namjoon didn’t take his last statement too seriously, also agreeing heavily with Jiwoo’s thoughts. Maybe they overreacted. Jiwoo didn’t seem too bad. He came off as kind and reliable. The way they heard you interact with him, you seemed to be on good terms with one another.
“Hey, can I ask you something? Are either of you dating her?” Jiwoo bluntly asked out of the blue.
The two men were taken aback by the sudden question, briefly looking at one another before Namjoon spoke up first.
“Uh, no we’re not.”
A sickening feeling shot through Namjoon’s stomach at that moment. He couldn’t pinpoint why but he didn’t like where this was going. For Yoongi, he began to glare at Jiwoo with a look fueled by hatred, aware of exactly what was coming next.
“That’s good. I was kinda afraid I lost my chance! Someone like (Y/N) is too kind, too gentle, so soft and…so damn submissive. I wonder how she’d be in bed, squealing and squirming beneath me? Oh how the thought alone is arousing. But she’s so oblivious sometimes! It’s like I’m the one chasing her! I usually have people lining up out the door handing me applications on any given day! Hahahaha and then there’s her! She won’t even give me the time of day. Ahhh~ it’s so exhilarating!”
What? What the actual fuck!? It took a minute for that to register. To truly digest the words he had spoken. Did he really just say that? So plainly, so bluntly, so casually?? It was unexpected, vulgar, and disgusting. What the hell was wrong with this guy? Yoongi reacted immediately, all the calm and collectedness he’s known for died in that very moment. He may have been shorter than Jiwoo but that did not stop him from gripping his shirt collar and tugging the man towards him.
“What the hell did you just say?” he growled.
Namjoon stood by, eyes darkened and blotched with a crimson red. There was no hiding it this time and he had no intention of doing so either. But Jiwoo just stood there, face slightly surprised with eyes deeply unmoved. What was with this guy?
“What? You’re gonna tell me neither of you thought of those things. A fine piece of ass like that and you’re just going to stand on the sidelines. There’s not many girls like that, especially ones with her character. Tell me, what did I say that wasn’t true?”
His whole character practically changed. A sudden shift, a 180, an unexpected and unforeseen coldness enveloped inside Jiwoo’s eyes. He held no fear, no remorse, no doubt. He was far from normal.
“You sick fu-”
“Just kidding~!” Jiwoo laughed loudly.
They both observed him closely, astounded by his switch of nature once more. It was like he went back to the person they initially were introduced to. A person who seemed kind and somewhat reliable.
“Namjoon! Yoongi!”
You broke them both from their thoughts, their attention instantly befalling your figure. They weren’t the only ones, Jiwoo followed suit instantly. You sported a long sleeve, cold shoulder, button up blouse in a color that perfectly accented against your skin tone. It accentuated your upper half perfectly, allowing your assets to showcase in a classy fashion yet with undertones of a sexy appeal. It wasn’t too much and nice enough to wear to work as well. It allowed you to have exposed skin without receiving judgment from prying eyes.
You began to feel somewhat self conscious with all the prying eyes, unsure of why they all got so quiet when you could’ve sworn you heard conversation outside the changing room. Jiwoo was just a bit quicker on the uptake, taking advantage of how obviously smitten the other two were by your appearance.
“I told you it would be a good fit for you!” he stated proudly.
“You think so?” you asked sheepishly.
“Absolutely! What do you two think?” Jiwoo suddenly questioned.
He intentionally wrapped his arm around your waist, placing a loose yet firm grip on your hip. He held you somewhat close to his side and displayed an easily identifiable devious smirk on his handsome face. Namjoon was dangerously close to losing it and Yoongi wasn’t far from behind. But they both knew what kind of game Jiwoo was playing at and felt it appropriate to entertain the man.
Namjoon did not respond. Instead, he approached you both with a gentle and kind smile. Your heartbeat raced and your cheeks felt flushed upon seeing such a handsome display of features. He confidently reached out his hand for you to grab, which you quickly and happily complied upon Jiwoo’s surprise. Within that fraction of a second, the two men shot each other a look of vexation, Jiwoo not hiding his obvious disdain for the scene unfolding before him. Namjoon whisked you away towards Yoongi, who stood by with something shiny in his hand. You didn’t realize it at first, waiting patiently to hear their thoughts on your outfit.
“I think it goes without saying that you always have and always will look beautiful, no matter what you wear. And this truly does fit you perfectly.” Namjoon started off.
“And even though you look amazing, as always, there’s something Namjoon and I found that we think you might really like especially.” Yoongi added on.
The shiny object in his hands was a pretty hair clip, one adorned with gorgeous looking jewels, a butterfly figure, flowers and music notes. You had mentioned to them all of your vast fondness for butterflies and flowers, believing that you had a strong spiritual connection with both living things. You loved and adored music, admitting your great admiration and respect for the invisible work of art. But it was what came next that took them by surprise.
“This is beautiful, Yoongi. All the intricate details and craftsmanship only make it that much more special. But I think what I love about it above all else is that It’s like a representation of the 8 of us!” you said allowed, without thinking.
“You guys are the music that allows my flowers to flourish and what gives my wings flight to survive.”
The three men froze, Namjoon and Yoongi in particular, taken aback by your words. You held such an adoring look as you gazed lovingly at the little pendant clip. There was no mistake that you held a deep tenderness for the object in hand, completely disregarding the outfit you were currently adorning. You looked up at the two men before you with an oddly sentimental look. It was warm, gentle, and so painfully familiar. It was like in that moment, for a brief second, you were completely and entirely aligned with one another and it was almost like you had retained all the memories of your past love.
Yoongi felt like he was going to cry. His heart hurt, aching desperately for you. It was a sudden rush of unforeseen emotions engulfing his very being. He couldn’t describe it even if he wanted to. Namjoon was no different, a soft yet sad moonstruck appearance beholding his sharp features. Witnessing their expressions made you want to cry as well, even if you didn’t fully understand what was happening. It hit you just as suddenly as it hit them.
Jiwoo observed intently, taking detailed note of the scene before him. He was far from giving up on making you his, but he realized quickly that he was going to have to try a helluva lot harder than what he’s doing now. These two were stepping dangerously close on his ideals and he didn’t like that. Many questions plagued his thoughts, a maniacal amount of actions began mapping out in his head to come out victorious. However, he was completely void of the deepening and darkening scowl forming on his face, as well as the lingering figure who was bearing witness to it all.
“You okay there buddy?” a chipper male voice asked suddenly.
Jiwoo froze, not daring to look back at the new man standing near him. He took that moment to calm his nerves, quelling the rising irritation that people were ingraining into him. He couldn’t falter over something so stupidly petty. Not in front of a liability. It didn’t help that he didn’t even feel this guy’s presence approaching him. He needed to get himself together.
“Yes! I’m perfectly fine! Hahahaha, just felt a little woozy is all! No cause for concern.”
Jiwoo altered his scowl to the original kind and gentle look he displayed when he first met Namjoon and Yoongi. The irritation didn’t go unnoticed but he did a pretty good job at hiding it from the untrained eye of a random stranger. Too bad he wasn’t dealing with some random stranger. No, instead he was met face to face with none other than Jung Hoseok. And he beheld a look that did not match his concerned voice. This frightened Jiwoo.
“Hobi?” you suddenly questioned, the weird euphoric feeling finally dissipating.
Hoseok’s scrutinizing gaze lingered over Jiwoo a bit longer before permanently turning his attention to you. His face did a complete 180 when he beamed up at you, a charming and delighted look adorning his features as he happily spread his arms and engulfed you in a hug.
Jiwoo hadn’t realized that his breath was hitched, softly gasping for air at the slow fade of tension. Who in the hell were these three? Jiwoo wasn’t an idiot. He had noticed the identifiable hatred Yoongi and Namjoon had for him upon first glance. Though, at the time, it wasn’t warranted, he figured it was jealousy. He enjoyed making other men jealous, especially those infatuated with a person he finds attractive. Which is why he said what he said about you shortly after he realized the two put their guard down. But he wasn’t so dense as to not notice that deep crimson glow the two men held in their eyes. Not to mention the brute strength Yoongi had when he gripped his collar. That was pure, unfiltered killing intent unlike any he’s ever bared witness to.
Jiwoo was good at keeping a straight face and downplaying his feelings. It’s how he’s survived this long. Seeing Hosoek ignited a fear in him he hadn’t felt in a very long time, one that pleaded with him to just walk away and never turn back, invigorated him. But he couldn’t turn back now. His pride wouldn’t let him. He knew there was something more going on here. With you. With them. It was all very intriguing and fueled his provocative desires for you even more. He observed a bit longer at how obviously elated you were being surrounded by these three men. Watched how your cheeks flushed, how your smile widened, how your eyes sparkled, and how obviously attracted you were to them. He needed to learn more, but now was not the time.
Instead, Jiwoo boldly approached you, catching the attention of the provoked glares of Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok. You, being a little too oblivious, focused your attention on Jiwoo for a brief moment, feeling somewhat guilty for forgetting about him. He grabbed for your hand unprompted, kissed your knuckles, and bid you all a goodbye before running off somewhere in the growing crowd. You were a bit confused by his sudden departure but didn’t bother to read too much into it. You were the only one, however. The others watched as he left the store, no remorse for how obvious they were being and how clearly disgusted they were with his existence.
You had opted to forgo the outfit and buy the hair piece instead, promising to always wear it whenever and wherever you go. Hoseok opted to purchase it and give it to you as a gift. You were trying to advise against that but he did it anyway. When you guys left the store, you all decided to go to a small chinese hotpot restaurant outside of the mall (to Yoongi’s enjoyment), as it became more and more busy in the mall as time had progressed.
“Hobi?” you asked, pulling him out of thought as you finally took your seats.
“Hm?”
“I forgot to ask, how’d you know we were at the mall in that store? Kinda crazy that you found us! Almost like fate!” you giggled.
Hoseok froze for a brief moment, trying to concoct a believable lie to tell you because no, he had no clue you guys were at the mall. Nor did he know you were in that store. He had stopped by a shop near the mall to pick up new dancing clothes for his studio. On his way out he happened to notice Namjoon and Yoongi emitting an aggressive and rageful aura so strong he could feel it from outside across the street while you all were on the downstairs floor inside the mall. It didn’t help that his senses also heightened when he approached Jiwoo, a man that took mere milliseconds to bring his blood to a boil. Of course he couldn’t tell you that. Not yet, at least. So he opted for a varying method. One more believable.
“I was stopping by to grab a snack. The vendor in the mall has some really delicious hotteok. When I reached the ground floor, I noticed Namjoon. He’s pretty tall and easily recognizable. I was just going to say hi when I found your…friend…who looked a little…sick.”
“In the head…” Yoongi mumbled,
Namjoon nudged him slightly, throwing a glance his way. Yoongi acted like he didn’t say anything and kept reading over the menu of options. Luckily, you didn’t hear him anyway, so there was no cause for concern.
“To me, that’s just a fancy way of saying fate.” you teased.
“Regardless, I’m glad I got to see you today! And thanks again for buying the hair pendant for me.”
Hoseok chuckled before happily brushing off your thanks. He grabbed the bag and pulled the intricate metal out.
“May I have the honor of putting it in your hair?” Hoseok asked.
“Of course! I would love that!”
Hoseok did just that, the other two watching fondly at your excited features and at how you made the hair clip even more beautiful than it already was. Hoseok immediately started taking pictures and sending them in their group chat. It didn’t take long for their phones to start buzzing with notifications of the others responding back. You took note of that and smiled bashfully at the thought of your picture being on all their phones. You’d secretly hoped you looked somewhat presentable before Hoseok sent it.
Luckily, those thoughts died out as quickly as they were birthed. You were too busy enjoying your meal and conversation with the three men before you, your heart growing that much more fondly for them as a group and individually. You had secretly hoped that you had just as many days as this planned for you in the future. If only you knew just how much of what you had hoped would come true, easily in a way that far exceeded your expectations.
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Spring Day’s FROST | masterpost
— Summary: You’ve decided to move to a quiet quaint area near the edge of the city, working at a small family owned flower shop surrounded by the very thing you love most: flowers. Lately, more often than not though, you’ve found yourself frequently visited by 5 children whom you can’t help but love and adore, aiding them in their every need when asked. But they’re not your only sudden frequent visitors. Their 7 older brothers, who happen to also be the leaders of the Port Mafia, have taken a strong liking towards you as well. Unfortunately, that also means their dangerous and unpredictable lifestyles will start to mesh with your calming and gentle one, making things far more complicated than you had expected. Seems like your once carefree life wont be going as planned as you had originally hoped.
— Pairing: mafia boss! bts x poc! curvy! florist! reader x mafia! children! txt
— Genre: super fluff / poly!au / mafia!au / soft yandere!au / child! au / Bungou Stray Dogs! au (kinda)
— Status: Coming Soon (Revamp of Spring Day)
— Warnings: verbal and physical abuse (violence, threatening, blood, murder), child abuse (physical & verbal), sexual tension, hurt/comfort, insecurities (reader not feeling good enough sometimes), implied (eventual) smut
***This is the revamped version of Spring Day and is inspired by Bungou Stray Dogs. It will be started once Pied Piper is finished! :)
SUMMARY UPDATED: 211202
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— Summary: You’re a recent grad who was given the dream opportunity to intern abroad in South Korea. When you moved into a small, somewhat homely, apartment complex in Gangnam, you were pleasantly surprised to have become neighbors with 7 very intriguing, very charming, very handsome young men. You weren’t expecting them to have become so attached to you so quickly and that’s probably because you’re actually their reincarnated soulmate. To make matters even more convoluted, they’re also part of the mafia, they’re demons, and they’re heir to the throne of the underworld. Who’d thought that your once normal life would change so drastically over the course of such a short time?
— Pairing: demon lord! mafia boss! bts x poc! curvy! intern! reader
— Genre: super fluff / poly!au / mafia!au / demon!au / soft yandere!au / soulmate! au
— Status: On Going
— Warnings: erotic thoughts, fluff, flirting, nothing really lol
— Word Count: 3.2k
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**AUTHORS NOTE**
Chapter 3!! Not sure how I fully feel about this one but it’s done. Taking a break because posting multiple days in a row has wore me out lol. I’ll come back ti edit because there are points I feel “meh” on but oh well!
Please enjoy!!
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Since your introduction to 5 of the 7 brothers you’d heard so much about, they had become exceedingly affectionate towards you. You started seeing them frequently, even more than you usually had. You were far from complaining, but you’d be lying if you couldn’t admit that it made your heart flutter a bit too much for your liking. You hadn’t ever received so much attention from differing guys before, especially those who far exceeded the current beauty standards. You often questioned if you deserved such treatment, usually brushing off any intruding thought of their devoted gestures being more than just friendly.
That morning, you had woken up a bit later than usual. You had the day off and were hoping to spend it by becoming accustomed to the area. After freshening up and getting dressed, you made your way out into the hallway and down the staircase. You had every intention of reaching the first floor until you heard a lovely acoustic tune coming from the end of the hallway on the second floor. Has there always been a music room?
Your curiosity got the best of you and you followed after it. The melody got louder and louder the farther you walked, indicating you were getting closer to its source. When you reached the window peering inside, you saw a young man there playing the acoustic guitar. You had never seen him before and became entranced. Not only was he doing a magnificent job with the instrument but the way the sun outlined him in a golden glow made him look far more ethereal than he already was.
You were staring so intently and so wrapped up in your own thoughts, you failed to realize he stopped playing and was gazing back at you. When you finally did take notice, you began panicking. You internally screamed at yourself and desperately tried to come up with your next course of action without looking any more creepy than you already came off. The man could spot your struggle easily and just chuckled, waving you inside. You reluctantly complied, blush forming on your face as you entered.
MIN YOONGI
“So…?” he questioned aloud.
You paused for a brief moment, unsure of what he wanted from you. He caught on to your confusion and smiled.
“Was the music nice or do you normally stare at strangers?” he asked.
“N-No! Oh my god no! I’m sorry, I can explain! I heard you playing and got curious! I had no clue there was a music room in this building. When I followed the sound, I spotted you and kinda got sucked into your playing. I’m sorry for being rude, I don’t know what I was thinking. It was a very lovely tune though!”
Yoongi knew exactly what was happening and just chuckled. The Pied Piper always entrances those who hear him play, this was no different. But seeing you so flustered was entertaining to say the least.
“I’m only teasing. Thank you for the compliment though. I’m still getting used to the guitar but haven’t quite figured it out fully.” he said.
“Oh wow, you could’ve fooled me! I thought you sounded pretty amazing. But if this is still something you’re learning, I can only imagine what the future holds.” you praised once more.
“I think you’re giving me far too much credit, but your words are much appreciated.”
Yoongi tried to hide the creeping blush, your compliments making him turn shy and nervous. Especially seeing as they came directly from you of all people, it was making it hard for him to look you in the eye.
“I’m serious. I wish I could’ve heard you play sooner. It’s…comforting. Like I could let all my worries go. I don’t think I’m explaining it well enough. But sometimes I think that’s how music should be. It can invoke feelings I don’t think words could ever truly describe and it’s okay to not be able to. Even if I don’t know what’s being said or even what it means, it always finds a way to make me feel. That’s what makes it so special. I’m not exactly a music buff but I really do enjoy it. It actually helps me get my creative juices flowing!”
Yoongi paused for a moment, really studying you up close. Something about what you said struck a chord with him. Yoongi loves music, they all do. Most of their pride is stored in music, something so far ingrained in them that they could never step away from it even if they tried. Not everyone can understand the devotion one has for the things they love and yet here you are pinning down the exact way he feels. Music doesn’t need to be explained, understood, or dissected. Music just needs to be felt and shared, even if the words aren’t that of your motherland. You were good. Too good. And he was definitely hooked.
“You are far more interesting than you led on.” he said with a soft smile.
You blinked several times, trying to understand if that was a good or bad thing.
“I use this room the most but I’ve been gone for a while. I think you had moved in during then and that’s probably why you were unaware of its existence.” he explained, changing the topic.
“That makes sense! Well, I’m glad you returned safely and…Oh! I almost forgot! My name is (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” you announced, bowing to him.
Yoongi smiled at you, taking advantage of your brief moment of looking away from him to admire your beauty. Damn you were cute. It didn’t take long to see why his brothers fell like dominos around you. Your entire being was addictive.
“Yoongi. It’s nice to meet you too.”
“Yoongi?” you questioned more to yourself.
He looked at you, waiting for you to continue but you never did. This felt like deja vu all over again. Where had you heard that name? This was happening far more frequently than you cared to admit and it was bugging you that you couldn’t pinpoint the correct answer. Yoongi watched with an amused glint in his eye, observing your furrowed brow and scrunched up nose. Were you always this expressive to the public? It was entertaining, adorable even.
“Oh! Yoongi!! Jimin’s Yoongi!” you exclaimed excitedly.
Yoongi’s face fell. What the hell did that mean?
“I’m sorry what?” he questioned.
“You’re the second oldest! Min Yoongi, right? That makes so much sense! Jimin first introduced you as ‘Our Yoongi’ and said you were away on a business trip! You were with Jungkook and…” you said trailing off, cocking your head to ponder again.
“That would be me.” a voice called out, catching the two of you by surprise.
KIM NAMJOON
When you turned around you were staring at a man with the body of a god. You mentally had to stop yourself from looking at his exposed arms, his attire indicating he had just recently finished a workout session. He was tall, slick from his sweat, and had a nice golden glow to him. What the fuck? This was cruel. Was the universe trying to destroy you today?
In his hand was an iced caffeinated drink. Yoongi practically pounced on it, happily taking the beverage and sipping on it. You watched him, finding his actions adorable. He kinda looked like a cat when he did that and it was cute. The rising smile was evident and Namjoon had the luxury of observing it without your knowledge. He actually had the luxury of observing all of you and dare I say he was very pleased.
You turned back to Namjoon, beaming up at him now.
“Hello, my name’s (Y/N), it’s an honor to finally meet all of you.”
Namjoon chuckled, not only with what you said but also at the fact you were clearly struggling with your rising blush and curious eyes. The others did say you get flustered easily and it was hard not to coo over you. They were definitely right about that, among many other things too. But their descriptions of your beauty, your true beauty, were lacking. No words could ever describe how these 7 men see you. How they’ve always seen you. Having been in separation for so long, finally having you presented in front of them as you are now was like staring at a goddess. Your innocent doe eyes, your beautifully sunkissed skin, your soft curvaceous figure, your locks that crowned your head; all of it was hypnotic. All of it was pure. All of it was something they wanted to taint so lovingly, so viciously, so intimately. You were their life and their ruin.
“Namjoon, likewise. My brothers speak very highly of you. I’m happy such a positive influence has entered our lives.”
You took note of the way Namjoon spoke to you, almost like he was in charge of the others. You found that a tad bit odd given he was the 4th oldest according to Taehyung. Maybe you were reading too far into it. Yeah, that’s probably it.
“That’s my line. You’ve all helped me out quite a bit! It took me some time to get used to the transportation systems, the street signs, the scammers, and the cultists. Jungkook showed me the best street vendors and Seokjin explained which times to go to which convenient stores to avoid crowds. Hoseok offered many shortcuts I could take to get to my destination fast and Taehyung and Jimin are always giving me a helping hand here or around the area. There’s honestly too much to count how many times I was assisted. I feel so lucky I got to meet you all so soon after arriving here.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Does that mean you like it here in Korea so far?” Namjoon asked with a dimpled smile.
Your eyes lit up, your inner child showing itself on full display. You raved on and on about your admiration for many cultures but how none impacted you more than South Korea. You explained what it was that inspired you and how much in depth research you’ve done on the history and current trends. Your determination and intelligence was showing and it more than made you look more attractive to Namjoon.
He admired your need to learn about their culture. In fact, he loved that. A new found respect was growing for you, followed closely by his fondness. He could tell Yoongi felt the same way, having overheard your conversation about music. Plus his face gave it away even more so now, with the way his eyes held a surprise look as he continued to hear you speak so passionately.
“I’m sorry…I must sound like I’m rambling.” you giggled sheepishly.
“No, it’s nice to hear someone speak so passionately about our culture. It fills me with pride to be honest. To know that there are people out there who care enough to learn about us feels good, for lack of a better word.” Namjoon admitted with a bashful smile, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.
“I think it’s far more normal than you think.” you said playfully hitting his arm without thinking.
It was only supposed to be a friendly gesture to ease someone’s embarrassment or to lighten the tension in a conversation. However, in that moment it became something entirely unexplainable. As soon as the back of your hand made contact with Namjoon’s arm, something surged inside your body.
It struck up your arm, down your abdomen, and straight to your toes. It wasn’t painful, just sudden and unfamiliar. Once the initial shock wore off, your heart began to race, your face felt flushed, and your stomach tickled. Your legs were like jelly and your knees got weak. The first audible thing out of your mouth was an elongated sensual moan.
Namjoon and Yoongi were immediately put on high alert, concerned for your sudden pained expression. Namjoon reached out to grip your forearms, hoping he could steady your staggering figure. But as soon as he did that, another moan escaped your lips. Namjoon froze, his eyes turning into an instant crimson shade upon hearing your throaty pants. It was then he realized you weren’t in pain, you were aroused. Very. Aroused.
Yoongi could smell it too. That oddly familiar yet unfamiliar scent leaking from between your legs. Oh how that alone sent him over the edge. By that point Yoongi had discarded his sweatshirt, the heat making him lose his cool. He witnessed how you were about to fall over and grabbed for the closest thing he could grip; your hips. Another moan left your lips and you unintentionally bucked back into his crotch. Yoongi had to tighten his hold on you, stopping your movements before he too lost control.
“Namjoon, what the hell is happening?” Yoongi asked through gritted teeth.
“I-I don’t know. It’s like every time we touch her, she loses control. I don’t even think she knows what she’s doing.” Namjoon interpreted.
“I don’t know how much longer I have before I lose it next. What do we do? We can’t just leave her here, but the more we touch her the harder it becomes for all of us.”
Namjoon needed a minute to think but that was far harder given their current circumstances. He thought back to when they reached out to the elder mage, the woman who put them in this newly formed life. And then it dawned on him. The soulmate bond.
“It…It has to be our bond. Our soulmate bond. S-She said that…after she meets all 7 of us…she’ll start to feel the side effects too. This has to be it. If nothing else, this has to prove she’s…she’s the one.” Namjoon shuttered out.
“D-Damnit, I want her so bad.” Yoongi whined.
“We have to keep it under control. Set her down, gently. Grab something to cool her off with. She’s burning up.” Namjoon instructed.
They did just that, placing your squirming figure on the carpeted floor before grabbing some magazines and loose papers to start fanning you. Your weird haze had started to calm down, your body temperature decreasing as you began to regain control over your ragged breathing. When you opened your eyes, you were met with both a concerned looking Namjoon and Yoongi. What just happened? You were so confused and so tired.
“Yoon..gi? Namjoon?” you asked, blinking your eyes to clear your vision.
“You okay?” Yoongi asked.
“You scared us there for a minute.” Namjoon stated.
“What happened? Did I pass out?” you asked with slight concern.
“I think you’ve been overworking yourself. Jimin had said that you’d been coming home later and later.” Yoongi said.
He hated not being fully honest but at the same time he wasn’t wrong. Arielle had gone back home to France, the incident at the nightclub having messed with her more than she’d led on. However, you and Jiwoo were still in need for the project and you both had to take up her role. The design company was breathing down your back to get this project done, more than elated that a crucial member had left so suddenly. That meant you both were required to work longer hours and it really had been tiring you out.
Everyone was well aware who your boss was, thanks to Seokjin might I add, and the thought of his…inappropriate management over you was really starting to grate heavily on their nerves. They were going to deal with that later. Right now, their priority was you.
“I’m…sorry…for being such an inconvenience to you both. I feel…so horrible.”
“There’s nothing to apologize for.” Namjoon encouraged.
“We’re just glad you’re okay.” Yoongi added.
You sat up, their eyes on you each step of the way. You rubbed your head slightly before turning to the nearest person to thank them once more. That happened to be Yoongi. But instead of doing what you were initially planning to do, your eyes caught sight of Yoongi’s bare arms. Were they always exposed like that? Were they always that muscular??? Your eyes lingered a tad bit longer than intended and you quickly turned your head away from him. The blush was forming full force and the heat followed quickly afterwards.
You never meant to assume but Yoongi was so bundled up in a hoodie and sweats that you failed to realize just how toned he was. You could tell he was lean but you never realized how defined he was. You wondered if more of his body was that way. If Namjoon was similar. If any of them were….No. You had to stop these thoughts. You were going to ruin yourself thinking like this. There’s no way you had a chance…right?
Namjoon must’ve taken notice of your darkened face, a solemn look present. What were you thinking so intently about while looking so…sad?
“Maybe you should lie down.” Namjoon suggested.
“Would you like us to escort you back to your room?”
You smiled sweetly at them both, at first going to decline. But something inside of you begged you to say yes. And that’s what you did. What could hurt? Namjoon helped you up, taking note that you didn’t react violently this time. Yoongi observed closely too, keeping his eye trained on anything that stood out to him that seemed out of the ordinary, or, as out of the ordinary as it could be given they’d only known you the past hour or so. When all seemed fine, they walked you back to the 3rd floor and to your room.
“Thank you both again. I think I really have been overworked lately. It’s too bad though, I was hoping to spend the time roaming around.” you said with a pout.
Just then, a sudden thought popped into his head.
“When you feel well rested, we can take you out in the area for the evening.” Namjoon offered.
Those pretty eyes of yours lit up with an energetic glint. You couldn’t help the rising smile and the youthful glow radiating your soft features.
“A-Are you sure? Do either of you mind?” you asked once more for clarification.
Namjoon chuckled and Yoongi smiled.
“Yeah, we’d love to. Plus, think of it as thanks for looking out for you.” Yoongi added.
“I’m sure the others would love to tag along too. If that’s cool with you.” Namjoon
“I’d very much love that actually! Just give me a couple of hours to get this headache gone and I’ll contact you all.”
You all agreed and went your separate ways. The two lingered a bit longer to ensure you made it to bed safely before making their way down the hall. They reached a communal lounge room where the other 5 members were sitting in wait. When Namjoon and Yoongi took their seats to settle, it was Namjoon who spoke up first.
“I think we need to discuss…something very important,” he announced.
“Is it about…” Jimin started, trailing off while fiddling with his fingers.
“…(Y/N). It’s about (Y/N) right?” Seokjin asked, gliding his hand through his hair.
“She’s totally our soulmate.” Hoseok scoffed, taking a swig from his scotch cup.
“Yeah…she is.” Namjoon confirmed.
“What do we do now?” Jungkook questioned, cocking his head curiously.
“That’s what we need to discuss, correct?” Taehyung assumed with a sigh.
“Yeah, that’s right.” Yoongi admitted.
“We need to contact the elder mage. Immediately. She’ll know exactly what to do.”
And with that, they continued their discussion into the late evening, constructing the best course of action to finally make this work. To officially call you theirs.
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