#ot7 x oc
Pairings: ot7 x female
Warnings: I can’t tell you otherwise it will spoil the read!! It’s nothing too bad though <3
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I sat in my closet, rummaging through my clothes. I had told the boys that I wanted to go to the mall and see a movie. Save for Jimin, who I assumed was hungover, everyone agreed to come. Step one: complete. Now all I had to do was find the loudest, most obnoxious items of clothing I owned.
As I was sorting through an old bag of clothes I had planned on donating two years ago and just never got around to, an item caught my eye. My estranged cousin had gifted it to me and honestly, I never thought I’d wear it. Suddenly the satin piece of material that only stayed on your body with two chains seemed like the perfect top. Thankfully it was summer so I had that as my excuse if anyone asked. I told myself that the discomfort would be worth the satisfied curiosity.
A strange mix of giddy and dread filled me as I got dressed, pairing the top with a simple pair of jeans. Once I’d finished my makeup and hair, I picked out some shoes and waited for one of them to come to get me. I hadn’t asked them to, but how long would it take before one of them came to find me?
Lounging back on my couch, I took out my phone, ready to wait an hour or two.
Barely fifteen minutes passed before someone came bursting through the front door. I almost chucked my phone to the floor in a classic guilty fashion.
Scrambling to my feet, I came face to face with Jimin.
“I—” He paused whatever he was going to say to look me up and down, before shaking his head. “So what, you were just going to invite everyone but me?” He crossed his arms.
I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but that certainly wasn’t it.
“I thought you had a hangover,” I spluttered.
“So? You were just going to go on one big group date and not even ask if I wanted to come? Looking like that, no less?” He looked positively offended.
“It’s not a date!” I defended, though we both knew that I wasn’t being entirely honest. It was a date, to some degree, just….an experimental one.
He scoffed, “Nuh-uh, get back in there and get ugly.” He demanded, pointing at my bedroom door.
I wanted to get angry, I really did, but the laugh that bubbled up couldn’t be stopped. He didn’t look quite so amused.
“Get back in-in there and get uh-ugly.” I mimicked, barely getting the words out through my laughing. “I’m not changing!”
In one swift movement, he tugged his black t-shirt over his head and threw it onto the couch.
“Fine,” He shrugged, taking my hand and tugging me in the direction of the front door, “We’ll match.”
My eyes grew wide at the sight of his muscular tattooed chest as I tried to come up with a response, but nothing came to mind quick enough as he pulled me out the door.
“Jimin!” I hissed, trying to cover him with my body as a mom and her child walked by.
He wrapped his arms around me, my bare back against his chest. I could feel his silent laughter.
“Hi, sorry Mrs. Reynold.” I waved apologetically as Jimin and I shuffled like crabs to Jungkook’s door. I only got a disgusted scoff in reply.
Once we were safely behind closed doors, I elbowed him off me and shoved him into the door. If I had been paying attention, I would have noticed the dark look in his eyes before he neutralized his expression.
“What the hell was that?!”
“You put on a shirt, I’ll put on a shirt.” He bargained with another shrug.
“I am wearing a shirt!”
He scoffed, “Bikini’s cover more than that.”
“My entire front is covered!”
He didn’t say anything, so we just glared at each other in silence.
“Stop trying to dictate what I wear,” I growled. I hadn’t expected myself to get so defensive over my outfit choice ( I didn’t even want to wear it), but a part of me was enjoying the fight.
“Back at you, sweetheart .” He countered, “I won’t stop you from leaving, but if you go wearing that, I’m following wearing this.”
I let out a frustrated groan.
“Jimin, go put on a shirt, we’re leaving,” Namjoon ordered, shuffling past to get his shoes.
I crossed my arms smugly, daring Jimin to argue. He scoffed and stomped off like a petulant child. The pride I felt at winning the argument was petty, but it felt good.
More of the boys gathered to put on their shoes, but none of them made nearly as big of a deal as Jimin had. That is until Jungkook came round the corner.
“Why are you wearing a bib? Go put on a shirt.” He said, not even pausing.
Yoongi almost snorted iced-coffee out his nose and Taehyung put his hand up over his mouth to hide his silent laughter.
“Would you shut up?” I hissed and slapped his arm, my face burning. That was not the reaction I’d been hoping for.
Jungkook said something in reply, but I was too distracted by Jimin suddenly trying to shove one of his shirts over my head to catch it.
“Jimin!” I shrieked.
“I put on a shirt, you put on a shirt!” He giggled, not giving up.
I ducked under his arms and made a dash for the couch, clumsily jumping over it. Jimin was quick to follow, wrapping an arm around my waist before I could land on the floor and we both toppled to the cushions. Our laughter could likely be heard from the downstairs apartment.
“Let me go!” I giggled.
I didn’t know what happened, but something in me had just clicked. It felt like I had nothing left to lose and had gone crazy.
But I was having fun.
I’d fought my love for Jungkook for so long and Jimin made it so easy like it was all just in the moment and I didn’t have to worry about tomorrow. I didn’t have to worry about any broken hearts.
As the laughter subsided and I finally let Jimin put the shirt on me, I acknowledged the others in the room. Surprised looks across the board, but there was also an undertone of pleasure in their expressions. I elected to ignore the details.
“You’re like an over-possessive boyfriend,” I grumbled as I got up from the couch. Jimin just smirked in reply.
“Tasia?” Jungkook called as I made my way to the front door.
Not wanting to answer the questions I knew he had, I shook my head. “Let’s go!”
I grabbed the hand closest to me — Seokjin’s — and skipped out the door.
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I was in the back of Hoseok’s car, Seokjin to my right, and Jungkook was in the passenger, giving directions to the mall. The others were in a second car I hadn’t known existed.
Seokjin and I didn’t interact much until he pulled a bag of gummy bears out of nowhere, the crinkling of plastic catching my attention as he silently offered me some. It felt like his way of breaking the awkwardness that had grown between us throughout the silent ride. I nodded and thanked him as he shook a couple out into my palm.
We arrived before the others, despite having left at the same time, and ended up hovering around the car in the parking lot, waiting. Jungkook had draped himself over my shoulders, whispering made up stories about every stranger that passed. He was in the middle of narrating a 101 Dalmatians spin-off when a car door slammed and the sounds of bickering could immediately be heard.
Standing up straighter, I peeked around the car to see Taehyung huffing into sight.
“Ya! What took so long?” Hoseok called out as the others also exited the car.
Jimin refused to meet anyone’s gaze as he answered, “I put the wrong address into the navigator.”
Seokjin and I started laughing, though I had the decency to at least try and hide my reaction, while Seokjin pointed and laughed.
“Whatever, it’s done and over with,” Namjoon finished, cutting everyone off.
“Yeah! Let’s go eat something!” I cheered, skipping off towards where I knew a collection of restaurants were.
If I thought Jimin and Hoseok drew a lot of attention, I was not prepared for the attention all of them drew in a chic restaurant in the middle of a popular mall. The attention carried on throughout the entire meal and I had to escape to the bathroom to fight off my annoyance after the third woman came up and asked for their number.
Was this what it was like for them every time they went out? I wondered bitterly.
Rinsing the soap off my hands underwater I didn’t wait for to warm up, I noticed a woman standing behind me in the mirror. I gasped, not having heard her coming up behind me, but I recognized her as one of the women who had come up and flirt heavily with the boys.
Expecting that she wanted me to hook her up, I opened my mouth to crush her dreams, but I didn’t get a chance to say anything before she ripped me back by my hair.
I let out a small scream but was quickly silenced when she bashed my head into the tile wall. Fear ripped through me as I attempted to fight back, my vision going foggy.
“S-stop.” I weakly muttered, feeling my consciousness begin to slip, my wet grip on her wrists loosening.
“Took a while, but we finally found him, all cozy with his girlfriend.” She hissed.
“Who-who?” I could barely comprehend her next words.
“Jeon Jungkook,” She laughed cruelly, “Boss is gonna love this.”
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Pairings: ot7 x female
Warnings: they make out
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You’re not supposed to catch feelings, stop liking their company! You’re being sleazy, what would Jungkook think? They’re playing you, you know that, so why are you being tempted? You told them outright you weren’t going to fuck them! Save some face, don’t change your mind. It would not be a good idea to change your mind. My thoughts raced a mile a minute, berating me as I tried to decipher my feelings.
I paused from washing my face for a moment and stared blankly at myself in the mirror. My eyes resembled that of a raccoon, and I wondered; how had my life had gotten to this point? With my hair pushed back with a fluffy head-band and the same dress I’d worn that evening still clinging to my body — I looked ridiculous.
Finishing up and applying my skincare routine (which was the grand total of one step: moisturizer), I cleaned up the mess I’d made and exited the bathroom. I didn’t see anyone on my way to my room and perhaps that was a good thing, despite the slight loneliness I felt.
You’re already too attached!
Worrying my bottom lip, I absentmindedly picked out one of Jungkook’s old white t-shirts and began to try and unzip my dress.
“Need help?”
I squealed and spun around, clutching my chest.
“Dammit, Kook, you scared me.” I complained. He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
The air between us still felt a little awkward, but with the lamp on my bedside giving off a calming kind of glow, it was less.
“I’m sorry, I thought you’d heard me come in.” He explained, taking a step back as if he were afraid of making me uncomfortable.
I hated this. Everything had been so easy before his friends had arrived and I wanted that blissful ignorance back. Why did everything have to be so complicated? Why, oh, why did I have to start catching feelings for his best friends of all people?!
Why couldn’t I have met a nice average boy and fallen head over heels for him? Why did my heart flutter every time Seokjin was a subtle gentleman? Why did I feel like I could trust Yoongi with my every secret, even when he was so obviously not to be trusted? And Hoseok with his arrogant swagger that just swept you into his world, even when you knew you didn’t belong there? Namjoon with the way he made me feel so special, like when his attention was on me, I was the only relevant subject? What about Jimin’s hot and cold act made him so alluring? Taehyung, I just knew if I showed him even an ounce of my weakness, he would take it and run, spinning spiderwebs in my head. And Jungkook, I felt like I no longer knew the man before me. In the weeks passed, I’d realized I never really knew him or what was truly important to him. Maybe that was the worst part of it all — realizing nothing was real.
“Jungkook, do you love me?” The words came out before I had a chance to properly think them. I regretted it immediately.
Visually shocked, he came close and cupped my cheeks.
“Anastasia, you’re more important to me than I will ever be able to put into words. I know the last few weeks have been overwhelming, but I don’t want to lose you.”
His fresh, minty breath fanned across my face and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching for his collar and yanking him down to my level. He let out a small squeak in surprise, but I silenced him with my lips.
His reaction was instant, the hands that were still on my cheeks pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. There was no hesitation in his actions and that made warmth spread through my body. We slowly made our way to my bed until I was on my back with him above me.
“Wait, wait.” I pulled back with a gasp. He waited for me to continue speaking, but didn’t move away. I could see every detail of his face.
“I need to tell you something,” I whispered, getting distracted when he moved closer to kiss me again.
A couple of seconds later, he pulled away, just far enough for our lips not to touch. “Yeah?”
“I-I kissed Jimin.” There was no taking the words back now.
I’d expected him to get upset or maybe even leave, but he just nodded and said, “I know, Seokjin-hyung told me.” And then he was kissing me again.
“And Hoseok!” I blurted.
That caught his attention and he pulled back completely.
“You kissed Hoseok?” He didn’t seem particularly upset, just curious. His every reaction felt like pieces of a puzzle and I just didn’t know what the end picture was supposed to be.
I nodded.
“When?” The when seemed to bother him more than the fact.
“Tonight…after dinner.” That confession was the hardest of all as it dawned on me that I’d kissed two men in the same night.
“Oh,” Was all he said before he was leaning back down to attach our lips again.
“That—it doesn’t bother you?” A horrible thought came to mind; what if this didn’t mean anything to Jungkook? I couldn’t think of any other reason he wouldn’t be bothered by me making out with Hoseok.
He just shook his head, leaning down to nuzzle the crook of my neck.
“Why?” I needed to know.
He didn’t hesitate, “I love you, I want you to be loved by them too.”
“But…they don’t love me.” I didn’t know how to react. I couldn’t imagine sharing Jungkook with another woman, how could he be so…so nonchalant?
“Not yet,” Jungkook lifted his head, “But you can see they’re trying, right?”
My mind was spinning so much, I almost felt dizzy.
“I—I don’t…” I couldn’t form a coherent sentence, I couldn’t form a coherent thought. Everything was too much.
“Does it scare you?” His voice was soft, almost vulnerable.
I licked my lips, my voice higher than normal, “Does what scare me?”
“Us. Being around you, taking you on dates. Do you not like it?”
He was staring so intently at me, but I didn’t have an answer. Not even an hour ago I’d been certain that Jungkook would think I was a whore and now that I knew he supported it, I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to feel!
They were moving to Korea and I had been dead set on moving on from Jungkook, I had even planned to cut him out of my life! What was I supposed to tell him?
“I think I need some space.” I finally said.
He didn’t waste time getting off the bed and kneeling on the floor.
“No, no. I mean, I need some time alone. I need to think.” I explained. That was a request he was visibly less eager to obey. “Please.”
Eventually, he nodded, slowly getting to his feet and exiting the room.
The hours passed without acknowledgment. I just laid there, staring at the ceiling as I tried to understand the mess that was my life. Every passing second with any of them felt like quicksand. The more I tried to understand and move forward, the quicker I sunk — losing focus on what was up and what was down. I didn’t know what I knew anymore.
It didn’t feel like a lie, but nothing was real — the more I came to know, the less I understood.
As the sun rose in the sky, illuminating my room, I decided to just give in to the curiosity boiling beneath the surface, even if only temporarily. The goodbye was going to break my heart either way, might as well get as much as possible in return.
When I finally rolled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, the bags under my eyes glared at me like a neon sign. I looked horrible.
As I washed my face, I noticed that my apartment was unusually quiet, absent of any freeloaders, and I was willing to bet money that it was because Jungkook had warned them to give me space. But I’d had my space and now I wanted to play my own game. I wanted to test the waters, see how much they were actually interested in me. I wanted the truth.
Would they let me get in their space? Take their food? Play with their hair? Do all the other annoying, invasive things that are only cute when you like someone? And so, plan: “Annoy the boys” commenced.
Dressing down, in a tattered old t-shirt and sweats, I threw my hair up in a bun and pranced over to Jungkook’s. I waltzed through the door, forgoing knocking, and looked around the room. Two figures were passed out on the couch, I could hear someone in the kitchen, and Taehyung stared wide-eyed at me from the floor in front of the TV. He looked about as dressed up as I did, though he was pulling the look off like haute couture. I squashed down my pesky jealousy over his natural beauty.
“Good morning.” I greeted calmly. I needed to be stealthy, casual.
“Good morning.” He greeted back stoically, his accent much thicker in his rich morning voice.
Right then, Seokjin walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of ramen that he almost spilled, jerking in surprise at the sight of me.
“Ah, good morning.” He nodded with a slight bow when he recovered.
Channeling my inner actress, I zeroed in on his food. “Wow, that looks good.”
He looked a little unsure.
“Can I have some?” I asked, looking up at him with my best puppy-dog eyes.
He shifted uncomfortably, glancing around the room. I tried to fight off my disappointment at his unwillingness to share.
But then, “This has bacon in it.”
I couldn’t help the look of shock on my face. Had Yoongi told him that I didn’t like bacon?
“If you want, I can make you some without bacon.” He offered, almost like he was apologetic that what he’d made wasn’t what I liked.
Still a little shocked, I shook my head. “That’s okay, I’m not hungry enough to finish an entire bowl.”
He didn’t argue and went to sit beside Taehyung on the floor. The same Taehyung who was studying me like he was trying to understand my play.
Taking a deep breath, I asked, “Are the others still sleeping?”
All I got were nods in response.
The silence that ensued gave me a second to think and an idea came to mind. Would they still go out in public with me if I wore something embarrassing?
“I’ll go wake them!” I was too excited to test my theory to be shy. And after all, I’d woken them up before and nothing bad had happened.
I started with the two on the couch, coming around to find it was Namjoon and Jungkook. Seeing Jungkook’s face had me hesitating, but I quickly pushed the memory of us kissing out of my brain.
I started with Namjoon.
“Hey,” I whispered, shaking his shoulder gently. “Hey, do you wanna go somewhere with me today?”
It took a second to rouse him and as he came to, he groaned and blinked blurrily up at me.
“What?” He croaked, rubbing his hands over his face.
“Do you wanna do something with me today?”
There was a moment of silence as he comprehended my question, but when he did, he shot into a sitting position. The swift movement startled me, but I held my ground.
“With you?” He clarified with a look that asked if I was being serious. I nodded.
“Oh! I’ll come too!”
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Pairings: ot7 x female
Warnings:Subby Jimin, kinda/sorta but also not really??
WHY AM I SO NERVOUS TO POST THIS? I’ve almost posted this so many times, but then I keep thinking “but you’ve waited so long to, what if it isn’t worth the wait?” and so then I don’t and then when I go to post it again, i’ve made you wait even longer and so the ritual continues. Maybe this time I’ll actually press ‘post’.
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“I was actually attracted to your personality, but I like that you look good, too” - Unknown
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As we made our way to the front podium, the hostess didn’t spare me much of a glance, but I didn’t take offense. I’d much rather look at Hoseok and Jimin, too.
She straightened her posture but had enough dignity not to thrust out her chest. She was actually very beautiful and I couldn’t help the once-over I gave. She was the kind of girl that stabbed you in the self-esteem, just by walking into a room. Still hot though.
“Hello! Welcome, do you have a reservation?” She spoke directly to Hoseok, who had waltzed in like he owned the joint.
“Hoseok Jung.” He announced loud and clear. It was obvious by his brief, dismissive tone that he had about as much interest in her as he did the painting on the wall. I pursed my lips at his behavior. This wasn’t my environment, though, and I didn’t know what was normal or expected so I kept my mouth shut.
The woman led us through the building and out onto the back deck where fairy lights lent their gentle glow and the live band played a soft, calming melody. Almost every table was filled, but they’d been spaced far enough apart that the quiet chatter wasn’t disturbing and instead added a nice touch to the ambiance.
I could feel the rush of excitement hit me, never having eaten by the water like this before. Hoseok was still handling any and all interactions, so I turned to Jimin with wide eyes to express my joy. He returned my look of awe with a wink before motioning for me to sit in the chair he’d pulled out. Hoseok sat down as well and the hostess bid us a good night.
We’d barely settled in and picked up our menus before a cute, doe-eyed boy appeared beside Jimin, introducing himself.
“Good evening, my name is Adrian, I will be your server tonight. May I start you off with something to drink?”
“Just water, thank you,” Jimin smiled politely in that enchanting way of his and Adrian just blinked owlishly at him for a moment. Jimin’s smile faded and he raised his eyebrows in question, snapping the poor boy out of it, a blush warming his face.
“Yes, of course, I’ll be right back with that.” I’d never seen someone walk away so quickly.
Jimin turned his attention back to the table, a knowing smirk making its way onto his lips and I knew he knew the effect he had on people.
Not wanting to get caught up in Jimin’s charm, too, I turned to look at Hoseok, only to find he was already staring.
“See anything you like?” He asked, nodding to the menu in my hands.
“O-oh. Right.” I tore my gaze away from his and scanned the options. Understandably it was mostly seafood and although I was known to be a picky eater, I’d never tried lobster before and I wanted to. That was until I took a look at the prices.
Squinting my eyes, I looked up at Hoseok, gathering the courage to ask, “You’re paying, right?”
Jimin didn’t even try to hide his giggle, but I didn’t take my eyes off Hoseok.
He grinned, radiantly, “Yes.”
“In that case, can I try the lobster?” Jimin’s giggle broke out into a full laugh (that, contrary to human nature, was not loud or obnoxious at all). Hoseok looked thoroughly amused as well, but unlike his usual happy-go-lucky self, he was holding it together.
I smiled sheepishly at my bold comment but was relieved to see that he hadn’t taken any offense.
The night carried on smoothly after that. Adrian had collected himself and returned the epitome of professionalism. Hoseok had my attention most of the night, flirting and making me laugh. I hadn’t noticed before, but he was extremely charming and I found myself having to remind myself to not catch feelings. Jimin was fairly silent the whole night, but in a comfortable way, leaning back into his chair and observing.
By the end of the night, we were all a little tipsy, giggling our way down the beach. Hoseok had an arm over my shoulder as we tried to walk in time with each other.
“Awe~,” I whined, stopping.
“What’s wrong, Jagi?” He hummed contentedly as he rested his head on my shoulder.
“My shoes! I have to—oops!” I cut off, almost losing my balance when I lifted my leg up to take them off. I was slightly more intoxicated than I’d realized.
“I’ll do it!” Jimin pranced over from where he’d been toeing the waves. He’d drank more than either Hoseok or me, so he was teetering on the edge of fucking drunk, and it was apparent in the way his movements swayed.
He dropped into a crouch before me and began unbuckling my shoes, biting his plump lower lip in concentration. I couldn’t help the sharp breath I inhaled when he looked up at me with an easy grin after he’d successfully removed the first shoe. When he finished removing the other, tossing them both carelessly to the side, he let himself tip backward onto the sand — landing like a starfish. I watched with a stupid grin as Hoseok took it as an invitation to jump on top of him and pinch his cheeks.
The two busied themselves rolling around in the sand, roughhousing, so I turned my attention to the waves, feeling the cool sea breeze envelop me. Although it was a little chilly, it was refreshing.
A startled shriek left my lips as I was abruptly — and quite literally — pulled from my thoughts and I came crashing down. There was a moment of laughter between the two and I couldn’t help but join in in their contagious sounds of joy.
We ended up laying there, just looking at the black, starless sky. I didn’t know how long the comfortable silence went on for before it was broken, but it was a treasured moment of peace that felt like forever. My thoughts hadn’t been that quiet in…I couldn’t remember how long.
“You look lovely in this dress,” Jimin murmured out of nowhere, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. I turned my head to look at him, wondering absently how long he’d been watching me.
I wasn’t sober enough to get embarrassed or shy from his comment, so I just smiled and returned the compliment.
“You look ‘cutie, sexy, lovey’,” I teased, repeating what I’d heard him say a couple of times, but my amusement faded when I looked him up and down, “Maybe just ‘sexy, lovely’.” I corrected myself.
“Jagiya, why do you have to live so far away?” Hoseok suddenly asked, leaning in to rest his head on my lap. The atmosphere instantly became more somber at his reminder.
“Hey, I’m not the one moving to an entirely different country.” I evaded, booping his nose in an attempt to lighten the mood.
He scowled and pushed my hand away, sitting up to face Jimin.
“Jiminie, you’re so lucky, you got to kiss her!” He whined and my eyes went wide.
“I know.” Jimin sighed, a little too dreamily for my piece of mind.
“I—he—what?” I stuttered. What was happening?
Hoseok cupped my blushing cheeks, staring intently into my eyes. “Can I kiss you, Jagi?”
I froze, unable to process. My blood was rushing in my ears, making it hard to think, which resulted in my dumbass nodding my consent.
My eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his lips gently pecking mine. With his hands still cupping my cheeks, it went down in the books as the sweetest kiss I’d ever received.
I blamed the wine in my veins for my next move.
Surging forward as he began to pull back, I latched my lips onto his in a deep kiss, stunning him for a moment. He recovered quickly, his grip becoming tighter.
We made out like that, awkwardly sprawled in the sand, until a movement to my side caught my attention like a bucket of ice water being poured on me. I sprung back from Hoseok as I remembered Jimin’s presence.
Shit. Shit.Shit!What was I doing?!
Looking at Jimin, he met my gaze with a dark look, his head tilted to the side almost erotically — like an invitation to mark up his neck.
I quickly shook the thought from my head. “No, no, no, I didn’t mean to do that.” I stood up, backing away from them.
“Tasia, wait.” Hoseok rushed, jumping up to follow. I quickened my pace.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you like that.” Shame enveloped me as I recalled my actions.
I was in love with my best friend, yet I kissed his friends? Did Jungkook know I’d kissed Jimin? What would he think if he knew I’d now kissed Hoseok, too?
He would think I was a disgusting, two-timing, bitch.And he wouldn’t be wrong, because both kisses were equally amazing and as much as I hated myself for it, I couldn’t bring myself to wish they never happened.
They were so different. Hoseok was sweet and firm, gentlemanly but in charge. Jimin was passionate and needy, like a fire being lit inside. When they kissed me, it felt like I’d never been kissed before, like anything before them didn’t exist.
Stop thinking about it!
“Anastasia.” Something in Jimin’s voice made me stop, but I resisted turning around to face him. I felt his presence come up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and planting a gentle kiss on my exposed neck.
I didn’t dare react. My body refused to pull away, but I had just enough self-control not to lean in.
“I liked it.” His smooth, angelic voice murmured in my ear, “I liked watching. You looked so good together, I just wanted to watch.” His arms held me tighter against him, his hand trailing up to rest just under my breast. “I wanted to see what you looked like, all flushed and stretched around him. Would you let me watch? Would you let me watch him fuck you dumb? I’ll be good, I won’t touch.”
My gaze became lustful at the image he painted. “Ji-Jimin.” I stuttered and it was all I could do not to moan as his warm hand palmed my chest, contradicting the promise he’d just made.
“Yes, Jagi?” He answered between gentle kisses and suckles on my neck.
“I…” I licked my lips, trying to force a coherent thought that wasn’t just Jimin.
“Jimin.” I jumped at the stern tone of Hoseok’s voice. Jimin’s response was immediate as he sighed and pulled away. I instantly missed his touch.
“Next time.” Jimin promised when I faced him, licking his lips as he stared shamelessly.
We ended up taking a lift home, as none of us were in any state to drive. I was squished in the middle seat between the two, Hoseok’s hand resting absentmindedly on my thigh as he stared out the window. I kept having to remind myself every time his thumb brushed back and forth that it would not be a good idea to jump his bones.
Self-control. I repeated to myself.
When we arrived, I almost shoved Jimin out of the car in my rush to get out and he let out a grunt of surprise at the force with which I blew past him. My whole body was flushed and I knew I had to get away from these sex gods before I made a mistake I couldn’t come back from.
“Jagiya,” Hoseok hummed and I paused, against my better judgment, long enough for him to reach me and pull me into his arms. “We won’t fuck you tonight—,” Jimin made a noise of complaint, “—so let us walk you in, yeah?”
Looking into Hoseok’s warm eyes, I knew, I knew he was being manipulative. I didn’t miss his ‘tonight’, implying it wouldhappen another night, I wasn’t so naïve to believe they had any kind of pure intentions for me, but I was dumb. So, so dumb that I nodded my head and let them lead me up the stairs and into my home.
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