Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights, the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she had believed to be broken.
Pairings: Y/N x OT7
Genre:Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series, NSFW.
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13.3k (lol).
Warnings: Angst, toxic relationship, toxic behavior, mention of physical violence and yelling, abusive relationship, near death experience.
NOTE: Hello everyone! Welcome to the 13th chapter of Time Heals! This took a long time to come out but as you can see, it’s LONG LMAO! We’re going through Jimin’s diary (I almost cut this part in two because that was a ride) so expect to read a lot of things… We’re getting a bit of backside story! (Y/N) will have a lot of questions for Jungkook though haha! Please tell me your thoughts, I hope you enjoy it!!! Take well care everyone, love you lots hehe
I just read something and I would like an explanation for all the things I’m feeling because I’m not good at identifying my emotions. Over 13K words and I’m ready to commit several murders. YNie is so valid. When you want something for years and you finally get a chance of getting it, you hesitate because what if it’s not what you truly wanted? That fear sucks all the good things out of someone. And YN has every right to feel that way. Her pain, hurt, jealousy, despair, even fear…all of it hurt me so badly. Her feelings regarding the diary and the situation itself destroyed me. The kind of pain when you cannot even cry. I couldn’t cry. I thought finding more about the boys’ situation would soften the anger I held for them but honestly? I’m furious now. I’m so confused, I have to wait for you to write it so I can decide what to feel because I’m fucking confused and angry and hurt. But one thing I know is that if I had that Yungsun bitch here, I would do some rather awful things to her. If I’m sure of something it’s that she’d be dying by my hands if I had the chance. I’m shaking. Fake tattoos? Fake personality? Fake identity? FAKE MEDICAL BOND? OH MY LOKI I’M GOING TO TEAR HER APART. Fucking psychopath “fell in love”. That bitch. Fuck, I’m so angry, damn it.
I shall not be making any comments regarding the idiot squad because I’m not sure how to feel. Although, I have softened towards Yoongi and Jungkook. Even though I read Jimin’s pov, I still think he’s a bitch but I think I’m kind of understanding all of them. Does not excuse their actions towards YN but at least I know why they’re so pathetically fucked up. I just remembered “hope shining through their orbs” when YN takes the journal and pardon my french but what? Since when are they hopeful that she’ll understand? Is this their way of being with JK more often? Or what? I don’t trust that hope tbh. Fight me on it, idiot squad.
Dolly, you fucking destroyed me here. I’m not joking, I’m feeling so many things I really should wait for you to write YN’s reaction so I can react as well. LEAD ME TOWARDS THE RIGHT PATH, MY LEADER! Damn, was it good. I’m still tingling. And shaking. And cursing a little bit but oh, well. I loved everything about this. Except that liar. I hope she’s in prison for at least identity theft, and at most almost destroying the bond because if the bonds are so important there must be laws against psychopaths who deceive bonded people. Wow I’m getting angry again. I better go.
You’re the fucking best. I love you. Take care, my sweet! Sending all the love and appreciation I can fit in this post! Mpwuah!
Warnings: depression mentions of suicide emotional damage self Doubt language unprotected sex ( don’t do it juss don’t do it) fluff happy ending
A/n: please note that depression is a serious mental health issue and should be dealt with by a medical professional if you know anyone that is going through this just be a person they can lean on if you feel like talking I’m always here I’m an not a psychologist there are services available. This ff is for entertainment purposes only and does not depict the characters
Big thank you to the young lady that gave me this idea I know you didn’t want me to tag you but i felt since this was your idea and I ran with it you deserve the credit to @yoonlattesworld
As a mafia Lord he is destined to have it all power loyality money drugs fear and respect but for yoongi there was something dark and sinister waiting for him in the shadows it was one that would darken his days and take over his life but what happens when a king falls he relies on his men to hold him up but what if those men can not do it ? who will hold the most feared man in Korea? does anyone know how to save a life?
How could you not fall in love? It was easy you didn’t want your happiness to depend on whether a person gives you their attention or not , you were never the type to dwell on such childish fantasies you had always worked for your dreams or so you thought until one fateful night changed the paths of two lives and intertwined them for life .
You worked very hard to own the bakery sweetly named after your dearly departed grandmother Bella’s cafe you put your blood sweat and tears into the business your mother was the daughter of a politician and your father was the son of a district attorney your brother is a famous model people often say you come from a great blood line but being the child of a powerful family you chose not to follow in your mother’s footsteps a criminal defence attorney and your father a council man you chose a different path and to be honest your very happy with your decision your parents gave you their blessings and you and your brother began your careers although your family is well off you weren’t going to depend on them to help you with your business you saved up enough to start your dream.
Baking was a driving force in your life your parents sent you to culenary school and you graduated as a pastry chef and your mother helped you learn about making coffees and your passion baking.
As you opened the shop you took in the smell of the coffee beans and fresh pastries your mother put you in charge of the shop and staff
Your cafe was in the little centre of the world in seoul the Mina’s yeonjun’s and busy CEO’s would come in and get their caffeine fix and pastry sweets just a little drug to get them through a busy day
“ welcome to Bella’s cafe how may I help you?” You say
“ hi YN I’ll take a flat while with a brownie” says baekhyun
“ coming up” you say
You give baekhyun his order and continue getting the pastries in to the looking glass you checked the tip jar full as always.
As the mid morning rush began you became influxed with so many orders thank god for your staff members Penelope Leah and kai they have been your friends since college and love working here Penelope was dating taehyung at one point but they ended when he left she was never mad at him they were young and foolish she always says.
As you look at the elderly couple Mr and Mrs Chen it reminds you of your parents and how they are just like them.
It was the afternoon and it started to slow down you saw a young man no more than 26 he seemed very perplexed and somewhat engaged in a very serious conversation you always found people like this very intriguing he looked way to powerful to be a ceo or even lawyer no he was someone he was something.
It was around 5pm it picks up pace at this time due to the college students craming for exams or the cheerleaders wanting a chai latte to maintain their slim physique part of you couldn’t help but laugh that once a upon a time this was you.
Sometimes the most harden soul is the most torturous and lost soul of them all.
Min yoongi was a man who had it all he was a mafia Lord and many feared him just the mere mention of his name and those around him would tremble he was devastatingly handsome not to mention very wealthy and the girls loved him or wanted to be loved by him.
But there is a strong but here !
Something was wrong a man of his status should be happy infact most men his age are flaunting it but not him
He isn’t the man he once was he is angry ruthless at times and cold many say it’s because he has been built this way.
“ come on boss it will be fun, you love going to balls ?” Says taehyung
“ fuck off Tae I’m not going ” snaps yoongi
Taehyung looks at him “ hyung you can’t keep hiding from everyone it’s not healthy” says his friend
It’s not healthy at all and his brothers know this but they can’t seem to figure out how he went from happy to sad they try to get him to go out and socialise but for yoongi it’s too painful or mentally exhausting.
Yoongi even struggles to get out of bed he has to be forced out of bed to do them and be kind of productive.
As his young friend tries to convince his boss to go with them to the ball taehyungs attempts have failed yet again.
“ it’s like talking to someone who is there but isn’t there ?” He says to his fellow member hoseok
“ give him time he has a lot to deal with especially at his age” hoseok says
“ yeah maybe it’s just stress related to being a boss” says taehyung
Yoongi knows it’s not work or because of who he is the problem is he pushes anyone way who is willing to try and help him in his mind he doesn’t have a problem the world has a problem with him.
Going out doesn’t make him happy going on cartel runs he used to thrive off of that no not anymore to yoongi it was the same repetitive bullshit lack luster if you will he didn’t find joy in anything he kept questioning the choices he made in his life it gotten so bad that now he isolates himself away from the world and the people in it.
He would sleep all day sometime he wouldn’t sleep at all he lost all motivation
He lost his passion everything was dark there was no light.
What is a man without life and passion?.
Yoongi would often feel lost at times or even within himself he was sad a miserable all the time for no reason at all he would always say to him brothers “ sad people don’t die from suicide, they die from sadness” they just thought he was being melodramatic or having an off day.
While people would assume that yoongi would be sad from time to time he experienced these feelings intensely for long periods of time, months even years and sometimes without apparent reason
Yoongi wasn’t the man he once was no he was the dark deep shadow of a light that once burner bright.
There was a dark strange feeling in air you could sense it alot like the storm that was rolling in there was a certain erie to it.
You opened up the shop and saw your three usual customers namjoon hoseok and junkook waiting outside for you
There were only two reasons they come here and three for hoseok
“ good morning boys” you said as you walked around the counter
“ no hoseok she’s not here yet” you say smiling at the young man
“ what a man can’t get a flat white and a Danish ” he quips
You shake your head at him he has had a thing for Leah since she started working here and she likes him to you tease her whenever she comes into the shop and sees him you swear sometimes she has heart eyes coming out of her head “ it’s a serious disease I hear it’s contagious” you would say to her making her ears go bright red.
You make the boys their orders “ how are you?” You ask you’ve always been polite to them you know who they are and what they do but they were always kind towards you and your staff “ we are well YN, business is booming I see?” Says namjoon “ oh yeah even since Leah posted the cafe on Instagram it’s blown up” you say as you place the two flat whites and a vanilla bean shake you give a smile to junkook who reminds you of your little brother Felix.
You look out the window and see that it is pouring down clouds are dark and ominous
You could see the thunder rolling in it was loud and deafening something you couldn’t escape.
You obversed your customers this was your passion and the driving force in your life you loved how coffee made people happy and how food brought them together.
( for this part I recommend that you listen to when the party’s over by Billie eillish available in soundtrack link)
Yoongi was hauled up in his home office or “ chapel” as they call it he sat in his chair with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and cigerette in the other he kept staring at the velvet box centred on the table.
Putting pen to paper he wore down the possessions that he owned and who they should go to, his brothers were his life but now there was a nothingness after writing down he began to write a farewell letter after he finished he took one more gulp of his drink and placed the glass on the oak wood table along with the letter
Dear boys,
Thank you for always being there by my side I appreciate your loyalty and trust I have entrusted you with each of the following namjoon I want you take over as leader of the crew I trust your judgement, junkook I want you to have my car I know you love that whip keep being you, taehyung please take care of Holly I know he will be in good hands, hoseok I want you to take over the cartel deals you have knack for it , jimin the money in the safe is yours give it to your family, Jin I want you to have my gun collection take care of each other and where I’m going is much better.
Take care
Yoongi
He took one more gulp of his drink and placed the glass on the oak wood table along with the letter he picked up his keys and took his prized possession Aston Martin V8 and drove to the Han river bridge he got out and left the keys in the ignition he was walking up and he stopped he placed his hand on the rail for a moment.
The night sky was sad and dark like him yoongi felt in his mind he was doing the right thing killing himself would be the end of all the pain he would be feeling
You just finished closing up and you decided you would walk home that night thankfully the rain had held off for a while you were walking along the river admiring it’s beauty especially at night there was something about how the water illustrated a calming effect on you.
The guys went back to the mansion and saw Jin jimin and taehyung with pale colourless faces “ what is it Jin” namjoon asks “ it’s yoongi” says the older man they begin to read the letter “ fuck! Let’s go” they got in the van and began to look for him.
As you made your way up to the bridge you saw a finely dressed man over the ledge you dropped your bag and began running toward him you saw that a crowd was starting to gather but no body was doing anything “ just don’t stand there do something for fuck sake” you shouted.
You went over to the ledge “ don’t come closer I mean it doll” “says yoongi you lean in ” you know a jump like that it’s 25 metres especially in ice cold water is it worth it?“ You asked ” what do you mean?“ He says ” well if I were a betting woman I’d say a jump like that isn’t worth getting hyperthermia" “ or getting wet” you say looking at him
“ what’s your name?” You ask the man “ y-yoongi” you smile “ that’s a nice name mine is yn nice to meet you yoongi” you say kindly “ yn that’s a beautiful name” he says “ don’t take this the wrong way YN but I know what you’re doing” yoongi says “ and what is that yoongi” you say back to him “ you’re trying to stop me but it’s no use I’m not longed for this world my parents hate me I’m not good enough for anyone I’m tired YN I just don’t care anymore people would be better off if I wasn’t here it’s too painful I just want it to stop ” you start to have tears well in your eyes
“ oh yoongi that isn’t true I’m sure you are loved by many if you leave I’m sure they will be hurt and not to mention the aching memory of you that lingers and all there is, is unanswered questions yoongi your life is worth more than you think so please for yourself climb over the ledge and talk to me I won’t say a word I’ll just listen look you don’t know me and I don’t know you but yoongi I know this much if you die I’m sure your parents will have a broken heart and all they well be doing is trying to heal that hurt that will never come believe me I know I lost two people I loved dearly because they truly believed that they weren’t good enough but i know you think you aren’t worthy of any thing or anyone but you are wrong you yoongi are worth so much to someone I know I’ve witnessed it first hand when I was 15 I lost my best friend to suicide and I’d give one more day to see her smile or hug her so please yoongi all you have to do is take my hand and climb over to this side can you do that for me I’ll be right here I’m not leaving I’ll stay all night if I have to” you begged him just as he was about to climb over he lost his footing “ yn don’t let go” he said and you grabbed on to him you both fell in the river you could see yoongi wasn’t a strong swimmer and he started to go under water you dived in futher and pulled him up to the surface “ come on yoongi, come on” you said.
The boys saw all this unfolding you swam pulling yoongi behind you junkook lifted you up and you still clung on to yoongi with all the strength you had you helped him on to the the safe platform and you noticed he wasn’t breathing you preformed CPR “ yoongi don’t you dare give up on me now come on” you continued with compressions “ god fucking damn it come on please yoongi” you say as you went to place your mouth over his he regained consciousness you felt a sense of relief yoongi looked at you “ why did you do that for?” He says you smile at him “ because you are worth more than you think you are” you said sweetly “ how do I repay you” you tilt your head and say “ don’t do it again yoongi” hoseok runs over to you “ YN are you okay, and you are fucking crazy you know that” he says hugging you “ I’m fine I’m just glad I was there, get him to the hospital I think your friend needs someone to talk to” you looked over at yoongi as he is being checked over by the medics they take him to the hospital.
Jimin says “ does she know who she just saved?”
“ who YN?, nah she’s not one to care for things like that” says junkook
Yoongi then calls to hoseok while laying on the Gurney in back of the ambulance
“ hoseok how do you know YN” yoongi asks
“ she owns Bella’s cafe ” says his best friend
“ find me everything about her have it on my desk by the time I get out got it” he says
“ yes boss” they said .
Yoongi was admitted to the psychiatric ward on a seventy two day hold he finds irony funny that he is in a room with bars on the windows he is in a hospital gown and sweat pants with no strings and slippers with no strings again.
And has to be given medication to suppress the suicidal thoughts he finds all of this trivial in some way but then his mind wonders to you and how you almost ended your life trying to save his.
He has to see a therapist twice a week as agreed to his discharge but yoongi only had one thing on his mind and that was you.
There was a file sitting on his desk began reading it and learning things about you, for yoongi you became his saving grace that night he learned that you had a brother and you loved flowers you chose to go a public school given that your parents were wealthy and you own the cafe you work at
A week after the incident you wondered how yoongi was doing and how your customers knew him he was on your mind alot that night scared you so much you had nightmares about it but they seem to have died down when you were busy but at night when you were sleeping they would creep back again.
The following morning
“ excuse me I have a bouquet for one Lee YN” says the young man as he enters your shop you were stunned to say the least.
It was a dozen of pink roses with a thank you card inside of it was a letter.
Dear YN,
Words can not express how your words truly touched me that night I was not in a great place but you made me see that life is worth living I wish there were more beautiful and caring people like you I’ve never met anyone like you.
These roses are my way of saying thank you
Yours yoongi x
You smile at the sweet gesture “ wow what a sweetheart ” you said you looked up and saw yoongi standing before you, you beam a beautiful smile that sets his heart a blaze “ yoongi” you say “ YN” he says showing gums and all your heart begins to flutter “ roses are not enough to say thank you, would you like to have dinner with me” he asked you “ I’d love to ” you said “ can I hug you?” You asked with hesitation he nodded “ I’d like that” you walked from the counter and you hugged him you both stood there in each others arms yoongi placed his head in the crook of you neck you looked up and mouthed “ thank god you are okay” and you closed your eyes and took in his scent.
You broke the hug and stared into yoongi’s eyes his mocha irises were dancing “ you saved a mafia Lord ” you shook your head “ no I saved you min yoongi” you said.
“ here is my number if you ever want to talk” you say.
Friday night
You were nervous about your date with yoongi and Leah wasn’t helping “ wear the body con dress ” she yells you look at your best friend “ I’m not looking to get laid ” you say to her “ well maybe you should it’s been two years since Joshua”
Well she wasn’t wrong Josh your bastard ex who fuck anything with pluse.
“ shave your legs and your pussy” she yells at you as you walked into the bathroom.
An hour later you came out “ woah YN you look beautiful” she says “ now go get that mafia dick” she jokes with you.
You walked out of your apartment and saw yoongi standing there god he looked beautiful you just stood there taking in his beauty “ doll you look breath taking” coos yoongi you couldn’t help but blush at the kind words you felt your neck heat up up.
Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes away from you.
You made his heart bleed every part of him wanted to tell you his sins and dark part.
Yoongi took a drink of his champagne and was hanging on to your every word he was memorising every beauty spot freckle the way your eyes dance when you laugh he sees you take a drink of your champagne in the crystal flute.
Yoongi dropped you home “ I had a wonderful time yoongi ” you said looking at him his gaze was on your eyes then your lips “ YN god I want to kiss you” you look at him holding your gaze and then you looked at his lips “ so do it” you said yoongi kissed you with such tenderness his kisses were feather light and so soft he tapped your chin as an indication to open your mouth his tounge was dancing on the out skirts of you lips once you opened your mouth both your tongues danced for dominance.
After he kissed you he leaned his head on to yours “ YN I want you with me always….will you be my girl” he asked you didn’t even need to think about it “ yes” you kissed him once more and he pulled you over the centre console of the car “ oh baby! ” He said you stared right into his soul.
You and yoongi began dating officially oh god he was so in love with you
And told you everyday and although he was cold calculated powerful yet commanding and ruthless to others but when it came to you he was soft gentle loving he showed affection just for you he truly raidated his spark came back he came back to life because of you to him you were home a safe place his safety net and he was yours.
In the months you and yoongi had been together he started to open up and shine more the guys would say that you brought out the best in him when he would see you he would been gums and all this man was completely enraptured by you.
Sure he could have any woman he wanted but the only one he wants is you
You swore from that day after stoping him from ending his life and you got together you would protect him no matter what
Yoongi was drinking a coffee and he began to think about on particular session he had with his therapist as they were trying to narrow down what triggered him to want to commit suicide
“ yoongi before we begin I need you to understand that this session may be overwhelming and upsetting” says Dr chase
“ no doc it’s fine really” says yoongi
“ can we talk about that day or the lead up to it what was the mind set of yoongi”
Yoongi chuckled as the dr referred to him as a third person
“ there’s no way to describe it doc it was like a vice trapping me and dragging me down”
“ ummm I see” the doc says
“ and the more I tried to push it away it just wouldn’t leave ” says yoongi
The doc delved more in to the session and yoongi was starting to feel cornered but he needed to remember that this is part of the process and that it’s a safe place to be open and honest
“ and your partner how does she feel about this ”
Yoongi laughed “ I don’t have one yet?” Yoongi says
“ oh what about the girl who saved you?” Ask the doc
“ who YN?” Yoongi says
“ yes Mr min ” doctor chase says
“ I’m building up the courage to ask her out on a date, but what If she says no”
Yoongi’s thoughts were broken when he felt a gentle soft touch coming from you “ what are you thinking about” you ask he leans in and kisses you “ nah, nothing doll I’m okay” he says looking at you with such love
Looking back now he is so happy that you didn’t say no to him.
It was sometime in the evening when you entered yoongi’s room and you heard him in the bath you stripped out of your dress and got behind him and he leaned back with his head on your chest you wrapped your legs around his waist yoongi began to tell you how he come to the idea of wanting to end his life “ baby girl I had everything I could want money girls who were willing to open their legs for me fast cars drugs that rockstars could kill for, but I felt a sense of empty Ness everything was hopeless I was fucked up YN” he says
You closed your eyes letting his words travel through like it was a clear flowing river
He wanted you to know even though the therapist had suggested that you and him should have a conversation about everything needless to say yoongi never hid anything from you anyway he always confided in you although the boys knew almost everything about him there were some parts of him he kept locked away until you came along he took a deep breath leaned into your neck closed his eyes and began speaking
“ the day I decided to end it all I was convinced that my brother’s would be better off with out me I believed that my parents deserved better..I was a fucking depressing mess I thought if I committed suicide I’d be at peace and life would go on”
You shivered hearing these words coming from him
“ what changed?” You said with a cracking voice
Yoongi looked at you and smiled the most beautiful and devastating smile and said to you
“ you did that night when you stopped me and you told me that my life is worth so much more and you were right baby doll ” he says
You were in his arms fighting tears you never heard words spoken so honest and true you were sobbing holding him tight when
Yoongi turns to you and says “ for the rest of my life I vow to be the one who protects you thank you for coming in to my life and making it better”
You cup his face and say “ yoongs I don’t care that you’re a mafia king or lord I care about you and your life you are the rainbow in my life after the storm there is nobody else I want to be with if it’s temporary or a life time”
Yoongi pulls you closer and kisses you with a hunger that burns like a fire he picked you up from the bath tub and laid you down on the bedroom floor where the fire was burning his hands explored every inch of your body placing gentle kisses on each part of your body the way you looked at him kills him as he comes back up he kisses you and you lift you leg up and he lifts you up to sit you his lap you start kissing his neck you hear him moan your name “ o-oh YN” yoongi simpers you card his hair back “ yoongi you are so beautiful you know that” you say yoongi bites down on your lower lip and places you back down on the ground he parts your legs and toys with your clit he runs it gently earning a gasp and moan from you “ y-yoongi right there” you say he inserted one finger then a second one you moan again “ baby ” you say yoongi looks at you “ what’s wrong baby?” Faking a confused look on his face yoongi loved teasing you because he knew how to draw out love making sessions for him it was a sense of feeling closer to you “ I need to cum” you whimper “ can you cream on my cock..hmm baby girl can you do that?” You nod while you head is in the crook of his neck “ kiss me baby doll” he say you kiss him and he lines his cock up to your dripping wet cunt “ fuck baby you are so dripping wet for me” god he was filthy and dirty but you loved it you could not get enough of him yoongi had you singing the sweetest songs all night he teases your clit with the tip of his cock which was achingly paining for release he rutted it up against your pussy sending you to high heaven “ baby I want to bury my cock inside and cum, please let me cum inside you” you hiked the other leg and yoongi put his hard bulging cock inside you both of you saying “ fuck at the same time ” my girl loves my cock “ he says you hum you can feel his legs start to tighten meaning he is close and so are you he growls animalistic and with a final thrust he came inside you he stilled for a moment and peppered you with kisses ” hi “ he said ” hey you" you said smiling “ did I hurt you? I wasn’t rough?” You shook your head “ you were perfect” it a well known fact while yoongi was a beast in the bedroom but he was soft as hell after sex you loved that but then again you loved everything about this man he picked you up and took you back in to the bathroom and you both showered and then went to bed he watched you fall asleep “ I love you so much, my queen, my baby girl, my everything” he to finally fell asleep with you safely in his arms.
The next say you were in bed you woke up with a wicked grin on your face remembering last night’s activities you got up had a shower and you got ready for work you leaned down and kissed yoongi but before you left he pulled you down “ I love you miss Lee” you giggles as he nuzzled into your neck “ I love you yoongs” you kissed him one more time and went in to work to start your day
The biggest sin a man can make is hurting a mafia Lords girl and fucking with his money but there is a golden rule that one must learn
Two things you never mess with when it comes to yoongi his brothers and his girl
Two boys from a rival gang made that one rookie mistake.
It was one night you were working back and it was late when two men came in
“ sorry guys we are closed ” you said
“ do I need to repeat myself I said we are closed ”
The men weren’t listening and kept on coming into the shop they were tall one of them had a crow tattoo on his neck the other man had facial hair and hooded eyes you got a very good look at them.
The two men kept walking towards you and one of them leaned over the counter and he pulled out a knife “ give me the money and no body gets hurt” says the man “ fuck you ” you said he grabbed you name slapped you “ listen you little fucking bitch give me the money now ” he said then the other guy cut your arm with his knife they ran away you called yoongi “ y-yoongi help me ” you passed out from the pain.
Moments later namjoon and Jin and junkook got there and found you on the floor “ yoongi is going to want heads for this” the men agree yoongi arrived and saw the cafe a total mess one thing though you did manage to get a few punches in when yoongi saw you he saw red “ call everyone you know now” he says he picks you up and takes you back home
You woke up “ hey hey baby it’s me” he says leaning his forehead on yours you cry and tell him what happened yoongi gets up gives you a chaste kiss on the lips “ guk Seok chim” he calls out “ I want you to find the fuckers that hurt yn and bring them to the abandoned lot by the morning” they nodded and namjoon says “ the doctor is finished with yn” yoongi nods and stays with you the next morning yoongi upgrades the security at the shop and insisted that Leah stay with hoseok now that they are dating
Yoongi wanted you close by him that day he knew you were scared of what happened it’s never happened to you Leah comforted you “ I should’ve have been there yn your my best friend and you got hurt” she says feeling guilty “ no you would have been hurt too Leah ” you said to her “ baby doll you’re safe now ” says your boyfriend “ YN we are family now you’re my little sister believe me when I say we will hunt there assholes down and make them pay” says hoseok you smile “ thank you all of you I think I’m gonna go lay back down” Leah nod to her friend “ YN is stronger than most I know ” she says “ well she makes the boss happy and his mental state and health is what we care about ” says Jin.
At the lot yoongi and his men made good on their promise he was staring at the two men taunting them “ well well boys, what do we have here?” Says the mafia Lord “ w-what do you want with us?” Said the two men yoongi began laughing sadistically “ what’s so funny” says the men “ oh what’s funny lemme see?, Do you know what we do to people like you scum? Yoongi keeps taunting them ” I dunno" says the younger man “ ah I see your the fucking stupid one I see” says yoongi while jimin and hoseok held the other up and namjoon and junkook took turns beating him “ I know ” says taehyung “ they messed with bosses girl they sinned” yoongi “ yeah the fucking idiots but what should we do ” he says namjoon took the pinking sheers and began torturing them their screams were unbearable and deafening yoongi and the six men were standing over their dead bodies “ mess with my queen and it’ll take your life” yoongi said flicking his smoke on the bodies “ get them out of here” he commands “ Jin, kook clean this mess up” yoongi says the other five men leave to let Jin and junkook finish up.
Days later the bodies of the men who attacked you were found in a lane way with missing fingers and gunshot wounds and they were cover with nothing but a sheet their clothes were discarded and thrown somewhere says the news reports you looked at yoongi who had a smirk on his face while the others were laughing .
“ what happened to them?” you asked sitting up on the bed “ baby you don’t need to know but they will never hurt you again” says yoongi “ was it you?” You ask yoongi looks at you “ and if I say yes” you look at him as you understand that it had to happen “ hey babe you know I’d never hurt you ?” You nod “ I know just sometimes I forget what you do for a living” yoongi grins at you “ it’s part of my life I don’t want you to be a part of ” he says.
“ I love you yoongi” you say he crawls back into bed “ I love you too baby doll..so fucking much that my soul bleeds for you and only you I want to give you everything and so much more you are my life” he avows.
You just stare at him with most sweetest eyes filled with love and adoration you loved this man.
You were feirecly protective of this man.
You was yours.
And you were his .
The boys believed that yoongi found his soulmate his save haven.
3 years later
You and yoongi were at the Han river bridge only this time you were behind the ledge yoongi told the boys that he wanted to propose to you at the bridge to erase the bad memory of that night turn it into a positive one as you were walking he stopped and dropped to his knees “ Lee YN I deeply love you, you are the reason behind my laughter and my smile you are my world the one I thought I’d never find the one I wanted to tell you that you are all that I need in my life from this day forward and for the rest of my life I will love you will you marry me? You stood there with happy tears ” yes yoongi I will marry you, by the way there’s something I need to tell you? You say yoongi gets up of the ground and places the ring on your finger and kisses you “ what is it my love ” he says you smile a huge grin “ I’m pregnant” yoongi picks you up “ oh my baby..really I’m going to be a dad” he asks you nod and kiss him again only this time you hear cheering you hide your face in his chest “ let’s get both of you some ice cream and get you home” he said.
Nine months later you gave birth to a beautiful girl called jiyoon with yoongi right by your side his soul and heart was complete he felt whole.
You and yoongi are dancing under the starry sky with you 3 month old daughter jiyoon you looked gorgeous in your wedding gown the mansion ball room was decorated in tea light candles and fairy lights flowers that would make angels cry.
You handed your daughter over to Leah and you smiled at her as she sat by her husband
“ thank you Mrs min” yoongi says while dancing with you slowly you look up at him and smile “ what for?” You say still staring at your husband who was toying with your wedding band “ for saving me that day who knows where I would be here if it wasn’t for you” you gently place a soft kiss on his lips “ and I’d do it again yoongi because you are worth it ” he pulled you closer to him and you both just let the world drift away.
Who would’ve have known what would happen if yoongi did end his life he finally understand that it’s okay to ask for help there is nothing to be ashamed of and it’s okay not to be okay .
Once yoongi sought the help he needed he Began to learn more about his depression and what he needs to do to make sure he doesn’t go back to that dark place.
You became his guardian angel that night jumping in the river with him and saving him you often say that your paths crossed for a reason that night even 3 years later you are still madly in love with this man.
You’ve only ever seen yoongi cry twice the day when jiyoon was born and today when he made you his wife.
You both continued dancing yoongi didn’t realise that in that dark moment he never knew he needed you a reason to lean on his support unit and more.
And yes this night jiyoon would definitely be getting another sibling sometime soon.
How could you not fall in love? It was easy you didn’t want your happiness to depend on whether a person gives you their attention or not , you were never the type to dwell on such childish fantasies you had always worked for your dreams or so you thought until one fateful night changed the paths of lives and intertwined them for a life time.
But one this is for sure you are glad you walked home that night yoongi is your life and your heart you are glad you fell in love he shows you a life time of love so it seems miss yn you not only saved yoongi on that fateful night but he saved you and made you believe in love once more.
Yoongi would tell people “ I never knew I needed you until you came along”.
Summary: attending an award show with your husband is fun and all until the baby in your belly starts squeezing your bladder and you need to pee in the middle of an interview
Genre: fluff, fluff and fluff!
Warnings: a little cursing because you need to pee and people are clicking photos, you’re 7 and a half month pregnant and yoongi’s buff and so in love with you. Husband yoongi is a big warning itself.
A/n: hello hello I’m not dead
Author’s pov:
“And the song of the year award goes to…” you looked at the host with big eyes all the while holding your husband yoongi’s hand tightly and his other hand which was holding you, squeezed your shoulder gently out of nervousness “Min yoongi! Or we can say producer suga!” You squealed and got up immediately, well atleast tried to do so but it was a little hard with your belly in the way but yoongi held you up and pressed his lips on yours in a deep kiss causing you to blush and giggle against his lips as the camera zoomed in on both of you.
Pulling back he leaned his head against yours, smiling widely that matched your bright smile and you whispered “I’m so proud of you” he nodded closing his eyes and kissed your forehead before pulling back and you smiled as the other members also pulled him in a group hug before he walked up to the stag while buttoning his suit jacket. You sat back on your seat with a little help from jimin and smiled staring at your husband who was emitting a powerful and confident aura while standing on the stage.
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Yoongi smiled pulling you close to him with his strong arm wrapped around your waist and caressing your belly softly and his other hand holding the award. You smiled leaning against his shoulder feeling a little dizzy with so many cameras flashing but with his arm wrapped around you tightly, it was a little better. Placing a soft hand on your belly you smiled when a female photographer complemented you and bowed a little while yoongi smirked kissing the side of your head.
As yoongi was answering the questions by the interviewers, your smiled flattered a little feeling the sudden strong urge to pee. You’ve been holding it quite well the whole night because you don’t like going to public bathrooms but now it seemed like the baby was having none of it and started squeezing the life out of your bladder. You didn’t even drink that much just so you wouldn’t have to pee but the baby loves teasing you and decided that it was the right time to sit on your bladder.
As much as you tried to control it, a squeak almost left your lips when a sudden cramp hit you and the urge grew stronger so tugging his suit jacket you forced a smile with all the cameras clicking when he turned his head to face you with a soft smile which immediately disappeared when he noticed the look on your face “what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” He mumbled looking at you worriedly and you shaked your head squeezing his hand which was on your belly “i need to pee” you whispered and his eyes widened slightly before he cursed under his breath “fuck is it urgent?” He mumbled rubbing your side gently and you nodded hastily “very. Please” you whispered with pleading eyes and yoongi kissed your forehead nodding.
He looked at the bodyguard besides him and whispered something to which the bodyguard nodded and said something in his ear piece and a second later you saw all the bodyguards around you form a circle to guide you both out of the ocean of reporters who immediately started rushing and following you both . Yoongi covered you with his body and held you tightly all the while until you both reached your car and he helped you sit inside before sitting too. “Yoongi fast” you whined squeezing your legs tightly and he nodded looking at you apologetically “let’s go. Drive fast but carefully” he told the driver who nodded and started the car.
During the whole ride you were squeezing the life out of yoongi’s hand who groaned slightly but still let you do anything you want and you almost kicked the door open when the driver pulled up at your house and got off before waddling towards the front door as fast as you can with yoongi running behind you. Punching in the pin when the finger print was taking too long, you almost stumbled while trying to run on the smooth tiles with your heels on. Crouching down, he took your platform heels off quickly when you tried to run to the bathroom with them and you placed your hand on his head to support yourself whining “yoongi hurry up! i can’t hold it anymore” “okay okay there you go. Don’t run!” He said when you took off holding your belly and slammed the bathroom door shut.
He chuckled shaking his head and ruffled his already ruffled hair and stood up hearing you babbling incoherent words of relief and took out one of his t shirt for you to wear. A few moments later You came out of the bathroom with a satisfied smile while rubbing your belly to see him shirtless and waddled towards him to burry your face in his hard chest causing him to chuckle fondly and hold you tightly. “Are you feeling good?” He mumbled pressing kisses on your head and you nodded sighing in relief as he unzipped your tight dress “so good” you whispered kissing his neck. Humming he took your dress off completely and unclipped your bra causing you to shiver slightly while he helped you wear his shirt.
You hugged him again causing him to laugh and you kissed him saying “you did so great. We are so proud of you” he hummed holding the back of your neck to deepen the kiss “really?” “Yes” “thank you baby” you giggled and bite his bottom lip gently while he made you sit on the bed. He groaned saying “don’t get me started babygirl. I won’t be able to control myself later” you pouted but still nodded while he smirked went to get your makeup wipes. Coming back he crouched down and cleaned your face gently while you smiled when the baby kicked. Throwing the dirty wipes he came back and helped you lay down gently before laying down besides you and pulled you close to him.
You sighed happily and buried your face in his neck mumbling “tell your kids not to squeeze my bladder when they are so many people around us” his chest rumbled with a deep chuckle and he nodded rubbing your stomach gently “I’ll tell them tomorrow when they wake up. Now go to sleep babygirl” your eyes were closed and soft snores were coming out when he looked at you causing him to smile to himself. He kissed your belly before kissing your head and closed his eyes holding his world close to him.
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The next day’s headline was a photo of you and yoongi whispering to each other with a Caption of “the sweetest couple of all the time” with everyone thinking that you both were smiling and whispering your love but only you and yoongi knows what you were actually talking out.
“O-oh yoongi!” You whined as his pace increased and his cock brushed against that sweet spot causing your eyes to roll back. Yoongi growled hearing you moaning and screaming his name and grunted “fuck babygirl you take me so well, my good little girl” and wrapped his lips around your perky and hardened nipple causing you to whimper as your fingers played with his hair “y-yours” he groaned when you clenched around him tightly and smashed his lips on yours to pull you in a rough kiss which had you gasping for air as he sucked and bite your bottom lip until it was red and swollen “i-i love you yoongi ” you cried out as another wave of pleasure hit your body and he pounded inside you harder with his forehead leaned against yours as he panted and moaned your name “fuck i love you too babygirl, i love you so fucking much” he groaned and you leaned up slightly to kiss him but your attention was diverted when you suddenly heard a phone, or specifically his phone ringing “y-yoongi-” you tried to tell him but he cursed and placed his lips on yours in a passionate kiss with his hand going down in between your bodies to rub your clit which had you moaning his name loudly. As much as you tried to ignore the continues ringing, it didn’t stop budging at the back of your mind. so you pulled back panting and whimpered out “y-your phone oh- yoongi your p-phone” kissing your forehead softly, which was completely different from the way he was pounding inside you, he grunted “ doesn’t matter. Ignore it and look at me kitten” you whimpered at his dominating voice and looked at him with dazed eyes with your ckeeks flushed whispering “I-I’m close” gripping your hips tightly he groaned “i know baby, come for me” against your ear you gasped with your mouth hanging open and a scream of his name escaped your lips as your second orgasm washed over you with your hands grippingjis biceps tightly. A deep growl left his lips seeing you milking his cock with his name leaving your lips like a chant and he rubbed harsh circles on your clit to ride you out of your orgasm groaning feeling his own high approaching “fuck-where do you want me baby” “i-inside me” you whimpered laying on the bed boneless as he groaned hearing your words. He breathed harshly and small groans of your name spilled from his lips as he came right after you and you whimpered feeling his thick load of cum filling you up to the brim. Breathing heavily as his balls completely emptied he collapsed besides you and pulled you closer and you snuggled in his chest yawning and wrapped your arms around his torso. He chuckled fondly mumbling “i love you babygirl ” as you nestled against him comfortably and his arms around you tighten when you whispered “i love you yoon” kissing your head he groaned when the moment was interrupted by his phone ringing again “fucking assholes” you giggled softly as he mumbled profanities and said “it might be important, you should pick it up” already closing your eyes “not more important than you” he murmured kissing your neck and took his phone switching it off without seeing the missed calls and throwed it behind him on the bed. Sighing tiredly he kissed your head as soft snores and little puff of air left your lips and his eyes fluttered shut when you snuggled in his neck causing him to hold you protectively.
Of course he would make sure that people won’t fuck with his money anymore but that can wait for tomorrow. Tonight was just about you, his beautiful girlfriend . His whole world.
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■ summary: you’re theirs. And they won’t ever allow anyone to take or hurt what belongs to them.
■ Genre: fluff, angst
■ warning: blood, gun, mentions of murder, reader almost gets kidnapped, yoongi’s a gang leader, a few kisses here and there, he loves grabbing your butt, established relationship, yoongi has an alter ego, reader almost gets killed too, possessive yoongi and his alter ego, implied smut.
Author’s pov
You giggled as holly licked your face while you were tying his leash,well atleast you were trying to do so because the large dog kept trying to sit on your lap not understanding that he is too big to do that. The brown rottweiler looked at you happily while wagging his tail as you were successfully able to put his leash on and patted his head huffing as he licked your hand too. “You got me covered in your drool holly” you said putting on your shoes before wiping your face with wet wipes and looked at him again “okay let’s go” you mumbled taking his leash and your little bag which contained your phone and wallet and some treats for your baby. Locking the door you started walking towards your destination which was your boyfriend’s office. You know you shouldn’t be walking there because it would be much safer if you took your car but today you decided to give the poor driver a day off and besides just as yoongi had told you to take holly with you everywhere, you were doing so.
“It’s a nice day for a walk isn’t it?” You cooed to the dog softly as he walked besides you on alert only looking at you for a moment before looking at his surroundings again. Yoongi had brought him for you when he found himself falling in love with you. He never thought that would be getting in a serious relationship when he started seeing you. He thought that it’s just a distraction and it will be over soon but he found himself falling for you harder when you accepted both him and his alter ego. Never did he dared to dream that you will accept him for who he was. He didn’t wanted to get his hopes high and get hurt later on. But you proved him wrong when you just hugged him tightly in your warm embrace and whispered “i will always love you yoongi. No matter what. And if i love you then I’ll learn to love your other half too” he remembers how his eyes got misty and his voice thick with emotions as he hugged you back tightly. That was the first time you both said ‘i love you’.Since that day, both him, and his alter ego did everything in their power to keep you safe. He can say that his alter ego is possessive of you just like he is and they both loves you more than anything even though it took a little time for his alter ego to open up with you because he has always found it hard to trust anyone besides yoongi. But eventually, you managed to coax him out of his shell with your love. And about holly, well he was supposed to be a strong guard dog and he is, but you pamper him all day and make him wear different colorful clothes. He bets even holly must be embarrassed to walk down the street in a pink onesie.
You smiled looking at a little girl laughing while running in the park but soon your attention was taken by holly who suddenly stopped and looked back from where you came from with his tail standing straight in alert “hey what’s wrong holly?” You asked looking behind you aswell but you were met with nothing other than a few people walking but it wasn’t anything suspicious. Maybe holly is just paranoid because he has always been protective of you. “It’s nothing let’s go” you said lightly tugging on his leash but your eyebrows furrowed when he didn’t budge instead growled lowly which scared a couple who were walking past you. You gave them an apologetic smile and bowed slightly then looked at holly again who was still trying to go there but you stood in front of him and snapped your fingers gaining his attention “okay holly now stop. There’s no one there. C'mon” you said started to walk ahead and holly reluctantly followed behind you. As you both walked, you frowned noticing holly’s attention was still behind you both but you shrugged it off and smiled as you reached your destination.
Entering inside the building with holly on your tail you pushed the elevator’s button and shifted your weight from one leg to another while waiting for the elevator. “Y/n?” Hearing a familiar voice you looked to your right and a smile creeped on your face when you saw your boyfriend’s trusted man and bestfriend Namjoom standing there. But your smile dropped slightly when you saw his expression. He looked worried. “Hey joon” Namjoon looked down at you with a small smile and patted your back before stroking holly’s head “hey y/n. What’re you doing here?” “Nothing just came to meet yoongi” you smiled seeing holly licking namjoon’s hand as the elevator door opened. He suddenly looked a little hesitant making you worried “what’s wrong? Is yoongi alright? ” you asked immediately thinking of the worst scenario but joon was quick to calm you as he shaked his head and mumbled “don’t worry he’s fine. He’s just a little mad and he’s probably not yoongi right now but I’m not sure because he kicked me out” you relaxed and nodded starting to get in the elevator but namjoon stopped you “wait. Let me take holly with me.” You nodded giving him holly’s leash and crouched down to smack a kiss on the dog’s head “I’ll be back soon sweetie” you whispered smiling softly and waved at namjoon who nodded and watched as the door closed.
You signed and leaned against the cold wall watching the numbers changing to higher ones. What would have made him so angry for his alter ego to come out? And why didn’t he called you? He usually calls you whenever he gets too much stressed. You were snapped back to reality as the doors opened and you walked out bowing towards some men who bowed towards you. Everyone in this building knows you as their boss’s girlfriend so it’s no secret that they all respect you. Reaching outside his office you knocked on the door softly not hearing any reply which caused you to sigh so you knocked a little harder. A smile reaching your face when you heard his deep voice “stop bothering me namjoon amd piss off” “it’s me” you said softly and a moment later, the door was ripped open only for a second to pull you in before it was slammed shut and you were pinned against the door with his lips on yours and his hands gripping your hips tightly. You whispered his name against his lips, cupping his face and caressed his cheek softly as your lips moved against his smoothly “agust” He kissed you harder for a second before pulling back breathing heavily and leaned his head against yours “what are you doing here? Did you came alone?” Pushing the hair falling on his forehead back you stood on your tiptoes to kiss his forehead feeling him sighing tiredly and relaxing under your touch “no i didn’t came alone. Holly is with joon and i just wanted to see you. Am i disturbing you?” You asked looking at him with big eyes and he smirked squeezing your butt earning a soft giggle from you . Wrapping his arms around your waist he hoisted you up in the air effortlessly causing you to wrap your legs around his waist and he started walked towards his desk all the while you were peppering his face with kisses.
Sitting on his chair with you on his lap you caressed his hair as he leaned back looking at you with soft eyes that contained his love for you. “No you aren’t. Needed you” he breathed out as you lightly touched the scar doing under his right eye. “What happened?” You whispered shivering slightly because of the low temperature in the room and he shaked his head increasing the temperature and pulling you closer “nothing kitten” he mumbled pulling you closer with the back of your neck and crushed his lips on yours making you whimper gently. His tongue immediately dominated yours and you supported yourself by placing your hands on his chest and he groaned sucking your bottom lip before biting the supple flesh. Carding your fingers through his soft hair he growled when you tugged them lightly and pulled you impossibly closer with his hand going inside your oversized hoodie caressing your bare skin. You gasped and whimpered his name softly as he relieved all the stress that has built up. “Are you okay?” You gasped out as he kissed you roughly and growled running his tattooed hand over your back “missed you” he murmured pulling back breathing heavily and you leaned against his chest trying to catch some breath “is yoongi okay?” You whispered looking at him with worried eyes. Worried for both him and his other half which caused his eyes to go soft “yes babygirl we’re fine. Just some petty fuckers trying to take what’s ours” you looked at him with confusion as he placed his suit around you noticing the goosebumps on your arms “what do you mean?” He shaked his head kissing your forehead “don’t think about it.” “Agust” he sighed and looked at you with soft eyes and you perked up realising yoongi was back “yoongi?” He hummed pulling you close when he felt you sliding down and wrapped his arms around your waist “what was agust talking about?” You asked with narrowed eyes and he sighed mumbling “that idiot” “tell me” you whined squeezing his cheeks causing him to groan “is everything okay?” “Yes baby everything is fine. You know we will never let anything happen to you right?” You nodded whispering “ofcourse i know” with confusion still present in your eyes . Yoongi’s jaw clenched and he rasped out “ jungkook found out that someone has been following you since a few days” you gasped and his arms around you tighten “what” yoongi kissed your neck and held you close in his protective embrace “some shitheads are trying to take me down” he scoffed giving your butt a gentle squeeze before looking at you with sharp eyes “i will find them and make them regret their whole life” the shiver that ran down your spine wasn’t because of cold but because of the coldness in his eyes and tone.
Yoongi was always the calm one in situations like this and agust is the rough one but when it comes to you, they both become ruthless gang leaders who won’t ever hesitate to kill anyone who dares to hurt you. “Let’s go home” you whispered and he nodded kissing your head as you stood up from his lap. Standing up you gave him his suit jacket back which he kept in one hand and wrapped his free arm around your shoulder and you both walked out of the room. Walking towards the elevator you looked up at him see him looking ahead with a distant look in his eyes. You know that even though he is physically with you, his mind is somewhere else and it won’t calm down until they catch the person. So squeezing his arm you smiled softly when he looked down at you and he smiled when you said “everything will be fine” he nodded scratching the scar under his eye as you both stepped in the elevator and he pressed the button of the ground floor. You exhaled softly and buried your face in his chest as his arm around your shoulder tighten and he pressed a kiss on your head before breathing out “i love you baby” you smiled whispering “i love you too” in his chest. You pulled away slightly when the elevator door opened and you both walked out but your eyes widened and you suddenly stopped causing yoongi to stop too and look at you slightly alarmed “what’s wrong? ” he asked looking around with his hand already going back towards his gun which was safely tucked in his belt. “I forgot holly!” You exclaimed with wide eyes causing him to sigh “I’ll be right back!” You said with a small laugh and ran back towards the elevator while yoongi shaked his head with a small smile on his face as he heard hoseok laughing in the background.
You hummed softly as you reached the floor of namjoon’s office not noticing a man following behind you who was also in the elevator with you. While you were walking towards joon’s office yoongi glanced at his watch and looked back towards the elevator as a few men working under him bowed towards him. “Hyung?” Yoongi looked back surprised to see namjoon standing behind him with holly besides him who growled happily and went towards yoongi who hummed and chuckled as the happy dog sat besides him and he caressed the dog’s head “you’re leaving early? Y/n went to your office” mumbled yoongi taking his phone out to call you while namjoon nodded “I’ve some work to take care of so i was thinking of asking jungkook to look after holly but i saw you here” yoongi didn’t replied instead waited for you to pick up the call but you never did making yoongi frown. “Maybe it’s in her bag” he murmured sighing “don’t worry she will come back soon besides there’s no one on that floor” yoongi hummed questioning and namjoon nodded “i was the last one there”
“Oh?” You mumbled seeing the lights in namjoon’s office off and only then you noticed that you didn’t saw anyone on your way here. You shrugged thinking he must be with jin or Taehyung and turned around to go back to yoongi but you jumped and a scream almost left your mouth when you saw an unknown man standing right in front of you. You didn’t even heard his footsteps. Placing a hand on your chest you sighed and bowed slightly towards the man before walking past him. He must be one of yoongi’s men. Maybe he also came to find namjoon. Soon a frown settled on your lips when you realized the man was still following you and turned your head slightly and sure enough he was staring straight at you. Something about His gaze made you so uncomfortable that a shiver ran down your spin. You unknowingly speeded your steps and your throat tightened when you heard the man speeding behind you too. Why did namjoon’s office has to be so far from the elevator? A gasp escaped your lips when the unknown man caught up with you and grabbed your wrist harshly causing you to look at him with fear in your eyes. “W-what are doing?! Let me go!” You screamed trying to pull your hand away but his grip only tightened causing you to whimper in pain. You looked around and tears filled your eyes when you realized you were alone with this man and he smirked before raising his hand to hold your arm but before he could, you hastily took out the pepper spray from your bag and sprayed it in his eyes causing him to scream and let you go “you fucking bitch” you whimpered hearing his gruff voice and your feet took off with a thought.
Running towards the elevator as fast as you can , a sob escaped your lips when you heard him running behind you and quickly took your phone out. A shaky breath left your mouth as you saw yoongi’s missed call and immediately called him. You gasped as a ring went by before his deep voice was heard “y/n? Baby namjoon’s here-” “yoongi!” You sobbed hearing him getting closer and yoongi immediately looked alert as fear set inside him “y/n? Hey baby what’s wrong?! Y/n?!” Yoongi growled out the last words as you screamed when the man grabbed your hair tightly and turned your around causing the phone to slip out of your hand and fall on the ground “yoongi!” A scream of his name left your lips when the man raised his hand and slapped you hard causing you to fall on the floor harshly while yoongi was already running “hey! Who the fuck is there?! Y/n?! Don’t fucking touch her dammit” yoongi growled and took the stairs when the elevator took too long and ran up the stairs feeling anger coursing through his body as he heard you crying and screaming for help “you’ll regret touching her when i get my hands on you” you faintly heard his voice from afar because of the ringing in your head and whimpered as the man grabbed your collar and harshly made you stand up. Your eyes widened when the man pinned you to the wall and wrapped his hand around your neck squeezing it tightly which had you gasping for air as your hands tried to push him away. He groaned when your nails scratched his hand and squeezed your throat tighter causing you to close your eyes as your oxygen got cut off and your hands fell limply to your side.
And just as you thought that you’re going to die here, the man was suddenly thrown off of you and you fell on the floor wheezing and gasping for air. You placed a hand on your head feeling dizzy and tried your best to look towards the source of voice “yoongi! Stop!” You heard jin’s voice but you couldn’t open your eyes as leaned against the floor feeling tears flowing down your face as you heard holly barking. While yoongi’s voice changed to a more rough one as he continued throwing punches at the man laying below him “you fucking son of a bitch how dare you touch my fucking woman” yoongi threw a harsh punch on the man’s face and you swear you heard a cracking noise causing you to whimper softly as your vision slowly started coming back and you could make out a blurred sight of jungkook and hoseok trying to stop yoongi who was beating the man who almost killed you harshly. Another string of curse words left yoongi’s lips and you realized that he wasn’t yoongi right now . “Agust” you managed to croak out as your hand reached for him and his head snapped towards you.
He was on his feet in a second and rushed towards you. You sobbed softly as his arms wrapped around you in a protective embrace and leaned against his chest while his jaw was still tight and his eyes were holding so much anger. When yoongi reached where you were and saw that man choking you, he swear something inside him snapped and he saw red as his alter ego forced his way out and ran towards you. If you haven’t called him right now, then the man would have been dead. You gasped and buried your face in his chest and his arms around you tighten. More anger filling inside him when he saw a trail of blood on your lower lip. Cupping your face gently he made you look at him and you cried shaking in his arms “I’m here now. Everything’s okay. You’re okay” he whispered pressing his forehead against you and took you in his arms . His one arm wrapped under your knees and under one held your waist and he stood up holding you bridal style while you laid your head on his chest, your hand gripping his shirt tightly. Looking at namjoon he rasped out “i don’t want any of those shit heads leaving this damn building. They’ll will regret setting a foot here” Namjoon nodded and yoongi started walking ahead with holly following you both. Reaching home he placed you on the bed and your heart tugged tightly when holly whined seeing you hurt. You cooed and caressed his face to reassure him that you’re fine and flinched slightly when yoongi caressed your cheek which had already formed red causing him to clench his jaw. Somewhere in between the ride home, yoongi came back making you worried that agust might be upset but yoongi reassured you that he is fine. He was too angry at that time and he didn’t want you to see him in his scariest form. And the same went with yoongi. He too never want you to see him as a ruthless gang leader. And that’s why he tried to calm down because he didn’t want to scare you more.
After giving you a warm bath ,he helped you wear his hoodie with a pair of your underwear and carried you back to bed before laying down besides you. He unbuttoned his shirt until his sharp torso was on view and cradled your body close to him. You sighed shakily amd buried your face in his chest. He didn’t spoke anything since you both arrived home and that made you more nervous “yoongi?” He hummed kissing your head and you whispered out “s-someone was following me” pulling back slightly yoongi looked at with furrowed eyebrows “what?” You gulped nervously and avoided eye contact as you said “w-when i was coming to meet you, someone was following me and holly sensed it but at that time i-i thought he was just paranoid” taking a harsh breath yoongi stood up and took his gun from the side table causing you to gasp and stand up too “why the fuck didn’t you told me that before?!” He growled out and and started walking towards the door “I’ll fucking kill every single one of them” “no yoongi please stop” you pleaded rushing in front of him and placing your hands on his chest. His hands found there way on your hips , gripping then tightly as he leaned his head against yours “please stop” you whispered with your eyes closed and placed your hand on his heart feeling it pounding “don’t…don’t ever hide anything from me” he breathed out and you nodded as a tear left your eyes which he wiped immediately. He thinks he knows who has been tailing you but he wasn’t sure and that’s why he didn’t went and killed all of them. But right now that didn’t mattered when you looked so scared and nervous. Pulling you closer he pressed his lips on yours in a gentle but passionate kiss as he poured all of his love in it. Throwing the gun somewhere on the floor he picked you up making you wrap your legs around his waist and his one hand held your thigh with the other one on your back. Laying you on the bed gently he kissed you slowly and softly and a soft growl left his lips that had you whimpering his name. As your lips moved smoothly against each other, he whispered “we love you so fucking much babygirl ” you wrapped your arms around his neck whispering “i love you both. So so much”
As you both spent a night embracing each other fully, he showed you how you meant to them . He showed you that they would do anything and everything for you. As your naked form slept peacefully in his arms, his phone vibrated indicating of a message. Yoongi smirked switching his phone off and held you just a little tighter. The smirk turning into a soft smile when you snuggled closer into him and he kissed your bare shoulder softly before falling asleep as well.
Namjoon: lee and his gang are dead
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Summary: destiny tries to separate you with the one you love the most. But as everyone says, two people who are in love with each other always find their way back.
Genre: angst in the beginning, smut at the end with happy ending.
Warnings: swearing, unexpected pregnancy, mentions of past abuse, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of rape, mature content, soft dom yoongi, soft sex, yoongi just loves you a lot
Author’s pov
Sometime in March, 2013
You took a shaky breath and hugged yourself as a harsh wind blew past your bundled up form. Your body tensed up when you heared the familiar deep voice which gave you comfort at one time but now you just wished for the ground to swallow you. “Hey babygirl ” he said sitting besides you on the bench. His eyebrows furrowing slightly when you avoided his eyes and scooted towards the end of the bench when he tried to pull you closer. “Is something wrong?” He asked soothingly and a small cry almost escaped seeing how confused he was. You shaked your head and blinked back the tears which didn’t go unnoticed by him. He was in front of you in a second. Crouching down in front of you ,he took your cold hands in his , with his another hand rubbing your knee gently. “Baby look at me please” he whispered with pleading eyes . You know he hates seeing you cry and you hate how much worried he looks for you. “W-we need to talk” you whispered shakily and his grip on your hands tighten, out of nervousness. But he still nodded and gave you a small smile “what’s wrong ” you took a deep breath and managed to croak out “l-let’s break up” for a moment, time stilled. You saw how his body visibly tensed up and he swallowed thickly before asking “why? Did i….did i do something wrong?” You shook your head and tried to free your hands from his grip but it tightened as soon as you tried to push him. “Y-you didn’t do anything wrong yoongi. It’s just…I’m doing this for your own good” “No” he said harshly and stood up pushing his hair back before taking a deep breath and looking at you with unshed tears in his eyes “please…please tell me baby. I-i promise I’ll fix it baby. I-is it because I’m not stable right now? You know my training at big hit has started . We are finally about to debut. I promise I’ll-I’ll give you everything you want. I promise I’ll work harder baby” he was now almost begging you. But he didn’t care. Not when he is so close to losing you. He can’t lose. You are his everything. His whole world. He won’t be able to live without you. A soft sob escaped your lips hearing his words. Of course you aren’t leaving him because of that. You don’t care about money. You don’t care that you both live in a small house. Because it’s home. “No yoongi. Please try to understand me. I-I’m doing this for you” your broken whisper caused a flame to ignite inside him which soon turned into anger. “No! No you aren’t y/n! You are just being selfish. You want to break up with me but you won’t tell me why. Let me fix it .Please, please baby you promised you will never leave me” the last words came out as soft whispers and your heart broke at how his voice cracked in between. You almost broke down when he said those words
A prompt list because i can’t think of anything . Just select a member with the numbers and you can tell me if you want the ending to be happy or sad. It can be smut too! And they can be of any au’s whether it’s ceo or mafia
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BTS
Fuck you aren’t making it easy for me
You promised you wouldn’t leave me
Let me make you forget him
Can i kiss you?
You know i would do anything for you babygirl
I need you
I can’t fucking live without you,can’t you see that?
Let’s get married
I can’t do this anymore
I love you more than him
I’m in love with you
Let’s stop this
I don’t fucking care
You are the only one for me
Is she mine?
You’re my everything babygirl
Do you love him?
I’ll protect you
I’ll fucking kill myself if anything had happened to you
He will regret this
I’ll never let anything happen to you
I’m not letting you walk out on me
I’m sorry for walking out on you
Just know that i love you more than anything
You’re pregnant?
I can’t believe my own daughter would betray me like this
You’re nothing to me
You’re mine before him
You’re mine
I never stopped loving you
I hate you but i hate myself more because i can’t stop loving you
Fuck the things you do to me
Burn that dress. I’ll buy you another one
No baby, I’m in charge here
You’re so fucking beautiful
No you’re not going anywhere
Are you fucking crazy?!
Do you want to die?!
Thank you for not leaving me
Talk to me baby
I don’t care you’re married
I love you dammit
I swear she is nothing to me
Please believe me baby
I can’t believe you
Do you even care anymore?
You’re making me crazy y/n
Fuck I’ll shoot a bullet in her head if she tries to hurt you again
Can’t you see that he is just using you?!
Why do you have to bring that up every single time?!
Yn slept soundly as Yoongi tossed and turned, his mind plagued with different thoughts, making him sleepless and alone in the middle of the night. He craved her attention, it had been weeks since they had properly had each other, and yet, here was Yn, sleeping without a care in the world. She’d give sleeping beauty a run for her money.
She looked ethereal, tucked into his black sheets, her hair sprawled out on the white pillows, her back turned towards him. He tsked, reaching out to roll her over so he could admire his beautiful darling. She let out a grunt as she turned over, her crop top riding up her chest as she did so. She didn’t bother to pull it back down, leaving Yoongi with a drool-worthy display of her tits. He swallows as he stared at it, his mind racing as he questioned if he should make a move. ‘Fuck’ he thought as he reached out, scooting closer to Yn so he could get his hands on her. His palms, finding the swell of her breasts easily. Yn, let out a sleepy moan as Yoongi toyed with her hardening nipples. “Shh, go back to sleep,” he coaxed, his hands still on her breasts. He resumed his ministering when he heard her breathing even out again. Flicking her nipples and squeezing her tits which were the perfect size for his hands. He went closer, lowering himself so his face was at the same height as her chest, his lips descending onto her nub with no mercy at all. His teeth lightly gazing her rock-hard nipples, making Yn moan, but Yoongi was too far gone to care, he sucked on her nub his hand toyed with the other. Pulling slightly harder and much rougher as he felt a primal need to make her cum. He left marks and hickeys all over as he continued his game. Yn’s breathing was heavy as Yoongi’s hand trailed down her stomach to her panties, her core, wet from the lack of attention. He ran his finger over the length of her soaked cunt, a smirk on his face.
“Such a good little whore, so wet for me even when you’re asleep,” he growled into Yn’s ear as she let out a whimper, still asleep. His tongue relentlessly worked on her tits as his fingers prodded her tight little hole, bringing her closer to the edge.
Yn whined when she felt Yoongi add a third finger inside her, but that didn’t stop him. He simply coaxed her back to sleep, telling her to let him do his thing. Yoongi groaned when he felt Yn’s hole clench around his fingers, her orgasm close. He picked up his pace, his movements rougher than earlier, biting into the soft flesh of her breasts. Yn breathed heavily as she felt her orgasm ripping through her body, creaming all over Yoongi’s fingers. “Fuck, such a good girl Yn,” Yoongi praised as he pulled his hand away from her, Yn just let out a sleepy moan which was quickly shut when Yoongi bought his cum drenched fingers to her lips. She opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out to eat up the mess that she had made with his fingers. “Fuck, I love you,” Yoongi groaned as he got up, grabbing tissues to clean both him and Yn up before climbing back into bed. Placing a kiss on top of Yn’s head, he pulled her close, spooning her as he smiled to himself. What had he done to get such a good girlfriend he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
Hybrid Min Yoongi x Female Reader; Platonic OT7 x Female Reader; Namseok; Jinkook
Summary:After helping Yoongi get away from his abusive former owner, you’re left to focus on your relationship and how it progresses. That is, until you find six other hybrids who need your help, and their former owner decides he’s going to make your life hell. Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff Word Count: 2,247 Rating:M Warnings (updated per chapter): stalking, wild animal attack, major character injury, blood, implied homophobia, slight internalized homophobia, starvation, hospitalization, discussion of sexual assault, discussion of physical assault, discussion of controlling behavior, heavy petting, marking, slightly toxic relationship, spiraling thoughts, fictional discrimination
Major thanks to @eatjeanjin for beta-ing this and for listening to me complain almost constantly. You’ve been nothing but helpful and sweet, and I’m so grateful for your opinions and assistance.
Yoongi rolled his eyes but obliged. “He doesn’t hate you. He just doesn’t trust you. Or humans in general I guess.”
“But that makes no sense.” You checked your phone to make sure you were still walking in the correct direction. “If he doesn’t hate me then why’s he an asshole all the time?”
“That’s just Jin-hyung.” Yoongi shrugged. “He’s overprotective of all of us.”
Summary: Yoongi comes home from the White House trip to his wife who is way too excited for… interior design
Pairing: Yoongi x f!reader
Rating: EXPLICIT. No minors allowed.
Genre: idol!au, established relationship, dad Yoongi + mom OC
WC: <1k
Warning: oral sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, our couple is horny for interior design, also author’s very poor knowledge of interior design thus heavy reliance on google dot com
“So, how is it like? To walk around in the White House?”
Yoongi rolls his eyes as he continues to towel dry his hair. You have been hot on his heels since he came back from the airport, impatiently waiting for him to wash the travel off of him before asking questions.
“We didn’t walk around much, you know, just the areas we needed to be for the clips and stuff.”
He grabs for a tshirt but you stop him. He raises an eyebrow. You simply pull him out of the walk-in wardrobe, directing him to the bed.
“How was the wainscoting?”
“Neatly done.” Yoongi lets you push him down onto the bed. He tries to secure the towel around his waist, but you slap his hand away and straddle him.
“The colors? I read the President installed an inky blue rug in his office.”
Yoongi swallows, feeling your heat even through the terry cloth. “Nice shade of blue.”
You lean forward, eyes boring into your husband’s. His hands reach up to hold your waist. He hears your breath hitch a little.
“Did you see the Zuber wallpaper?”
“What?” He pulls your oversize shirt off and bites back a groan. You have gone braless and your nipples are already hard.
“It’s in the Family Dining Room. Did you get to see it?”
“What? Uh,” Yoongi can’t think clearly, not when you have plastered yourself on his chest, kissing and licking his collarbones. “No, I don’t think so.”
You tut, chiding him. “I told you to pay attention to all those things.”
“I did, I did, babe,” he wiggles his hips, loosening the towel around him more. “Just… wait, I can’t think!”
“The Rose Garden?” You murmur your next question to his skin, mewling a little when he cups your ass.
“Yeah,” he pants, “… think so.”
“Still those icy white roses?” You grind your core harder to his crotch, feeling him hardening beneath you.
“Yeah.”
“Did you- Ah!”
You could barely ask the next question, for Yoongi flips you over and is now hovering above you. The towel is completely off, his erection hot above your panties.
“You’re asking too many questions.” He sits back on his heels, large veiny hands on your waist keeping you still.
You huff. “You know that building is on my design bucket li- ooh!”
Your panties are suddnely pulled off, your legs raised up in an erotic V in the air. And his tongue shoved inside you, reaching the depths to collect your juices.
“The stone…” you wreck your brain to find the name, amidst the carnal pleasure building, “… sandstone… Aquia Creek! Yoongi!”
He slurps and sucks for a few more seconds, then inserting two fingers to replace his wet appendage. “What about it?”
You look down at your husband, at his wet lips and chin. “Did… did you touch it?”
His free hand pulls back the skin over your clit, exposing it to his tongue. “Mmm hmmm.” He grunts his answer.
“Oh fuck,” your legs start shaking. “Fuck, Yoongi, tell me more.”
His tongue leaves your nub, but his fingers move faster jackhammering into you.
“Damn, babe, you weren’t this worked out when I went to Europe.”
You blink, mind reeling from the almost-orgasm. “The… the… thing…”
He smirks at your state. “My tongue and finger got you dumb huh?”
You almost cry when he pulls his fingers out and uses your arousal to lubricate his cock. Panting, you welcome his weight on top of you, the head of his cock searching for your wet hole.
“Baby,” he coos, “let me tell you…”
He trails off as he pushes inside you. Your walls welcome him eagerly. You wrap your legs and arms around him, wanting to feel him, all of him.
“… about the Schonbek chandelliers.”
Your body shudders almost violently the moment the words leave his mouth, at the same time as his cock burying itself fully in you. He chuckles teasingly in your ears.
“Fuck baby, you’re so worked up.”
You can only moan in response.
“Gonna take you there hmm? Fly you out to DC,” he raises himself only to put your legs over his shoulders. “Gonna take you on the tour then fuck you senseless after.”
Your eyes fluter close at his words. His hips are snapping hard and fast, his cock splitting you open, determined to go as deep as he can get it to. You cry out when he leans down to roughly suck your nipple, and in your mind, you see it.
The crystal and gold hanging from the neoclassical ceiling, the lights sparkling with the sun rays that hit them, burning brighter and brighter as Yoongi’s filthy words fill your ears, until you finally erupt.
A/N: ahem, just a little short one of my favorite couple… and if you’re not familiar with this universe, OC is an interior designer (hence probably where Yoongi got all those design trivia in that sexy brain of his). AND… we all have screamed over all the WH photos and how much YG prob has geeked out there, soooo naturally, his lovely interior designer wife very likely geeked out even more too in more ways than one…. and thus this little drabble was born. OK bye for now, I still have a lot of WIPs to go through.
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full title: wicked (good boy gone bad) part of the seriesinspired by TXT’s album minisode 2: thursday’s child
pairing(s): jungkook x reader (plus a lil) x yoongi
summary: He used to be a good boy, but now he knew what that really meant – being an obedient, dumb, naïve dog to a liar. Thanks to a combination of sex, chains, and rock-n-roll, that wasn’t who he was anymore. Jeon Jungkook has gone bad. Just watch him.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language - if you dislike overabundant swearing, maybe skip this one; D/s threesome smut (fem reader, black leather collars and chain leashes, bondage, hair pulling, cowgirl, choking [note: Yoongi chokes JK and yoonkook choke each other], so much saliva /spitting kink, scratching, m-receiving oral, handjob, doggy); non-idol!AU - sub!Jungkook x goth, dom!reader x sub!Yoongi; Jungkook’s POV to Yoongi’s POV
A hand gripped his chin and shoved it up. Long callused fingers dug into his cheeks as his eyes rolled back, seeing only a blur of black and white. His chest felt like it was clawed open. His skin was covered with layer upon layer of red-hot lines, and those fingernails were digging in again, adding more, more fire, more marks, more pain.
It was too much.
It was just right.
This broken feeling is not too bad.
He tried to move his head and found the other hand grip the back of his skull, clutching a handful of his thick hair. Fingers twisting in between the strands, then curling in and grasping, pulling, ensnaring him with hurt.
“Stay still,” was growled above him, heavy and raspy. Familiar.
I like it.
He gasped and let his tongue hang, moaning as he felt wet muscle stroke his throat, hot lips pressing into his shaking Adam’s apple.
I want this.
“Do you miss the collar, my pet?” the voice in front of him purred, wicked and sweet. The owner of that voice was the cause of the marks he bore now. They were temporary, but the raw feeling was seared into his memory, a feeling for him to savor forever.
Watch me.
Jeon Jungkook opened his eyes, looking up to Min Yoongi, the one whose hands were gripping his head and locking it in place. Those narrowed dark-brown orbs glanced down at him. Cold and cat-like. Around older male’s pale neck was a thick, black leather collar that held a metal silver ring in the center, dangling above the Jungkook’s head. Jungkook’s eyes went to it, staring at the swaying silver catching the light of the bedroom.
Yoongi leaned down.
Let the cold metal touch Jungkook’s sweaty forehead, sending icy shock followed by surging jealousy through his burning veins. The collar ring lightly bounced against his brows in the steady rhythm that was the brutal force of hips smacking into his crotch, slick walls constricting around his rock-hard cock while his arms were bound, his clenched fists pressing to the small of his own back.
Jungkook tried to speak but he couldn’t.
His words were being snuffed out by his own moans.
Yoongi clicked his tongue and lifted his head. He seemed disappointed. Annoyed. The long-sleeved white shirt his hyung was wearing was ripped down the center, the edges jagged and torn, revealing his collarbones and part of the pale chest underneath.
“What good is givin’ you a chance to talk if you don’t take it?” Yoongi scoffed, his Daegu satoori adding a rough depth to his dangerous tone.
The hand on Jungkook’s chin slid down.
Break me more.
Those rough fingertips pressed down on the sides of his neck the same time Yoongi yanked Jungkook’s head up by his hair, forcing him to look forward as his blood began to thin out.
Just break me.
Yoongi choked him as Jungkook stared into the eyes of his favorite kind of pain, the eyes of the woman in black, the eyes that glittered with devious intent, the eyes that didn’t match. One real iris, one fake white iris. A contact lens. She cocked her head. Her clothes were still mostly on while she rolled her hips, thrusting his stiff length inside her tight heat. Nimble pink tongue flickering out, dancing against the side of her lips. Her hands splayed out over his inflamed chest, her pointed black fingernails digging into his pecs.
Fucking him on the black leather bench at the base of her bed like he was a piece of meat, not bothering to give him the grace of expensive sheets and soft mattress under his rigid, straining thighs.
She was grinning.
A little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot sexy.
She slashed down his sides, tearing airless gasp leaking out of his throat that morphed into an obscene moan as her hands hit the bench, the forward position allowing her to put more force in her fucking. Her torn-up band tee hanging down, breasts still covered in a black satin bra underneath, not even giving him a view for his unfocused eyes to lock on, the chain on her skirt jangling, smacking him and her, her juicy thighs squeezing his hard ones.
“Choke him harder, Yoongi,” she hissed, licking her teeth, open-mouthed smirk right in his face.
The pale hand around his neck took more blood away.
He craved the taste of pain and he knew it.
I like this altered face of mine.
Lightheaded and suspended in air, pleasure and pain flaring up his stomach, into his burning lungs, snaking around what was left of his heart that was full of scars from someone else, from another time where Jungkook believed in love, but love only gave him stress and pain, so now he gouged it out with blackout lust.
I like this me.
Higher and higher, less and less air, seconds like hours, ropes cutting into his skin, her slick, sweet-smelling cum dripping down between his tense legs, staring into Yoongi’s dark eyes that only grew darker in the shadows, his hyung bringing his face close to Jungkook’s panting-open mouth, that low whisper a command not to be defied.
“Cum.”
I like being bad.
Yoongi dug his fingers into Jungkook’s hair and pulled back hard.
It all crashed down, choked wail tearing out of him, his back arching to the extreme, stinging hurt from his head shooting down to meet pain crisscrossed over his chest, down to meet searing throbs of ecstasy and tense, straining legs, his hips jerking up strongly and pumping his orgasm out in short fierce jolts, spilling into the condom and deep inside the woman in black.
Airless, bloodless, suspended in pleasure.
For a singular, isolated millisecond, Jeon Jungkook was in heaven.
Kill me, just kill me.
Yoongi released him.
Air punched into his lungs and Jungkook’s head snapped back, pathetic whine mixing with coughing, held up by Yoongi’s hand behind his head, the other now between his shoulder blades, the powerful pulsing of her pussy forcing blinding bliss to interrupt his pain, helplessly falling apart to her grinding hips, her satisfied sigh drifting over him, hot breath against his burning, clawed-up skin. Yoongi pushed Jungkook’s lolling head up since unable to do it himself, panting, struggling to breathe, his limbs like lead from the high of his orgasm, his vision focusing, finding what he was looking for.
Those eyes.
Right iris real, left iris fake white.
She leaned down and licked his heaving chest, leaking saliva all over his marked skin.
Jungkook moaned, leaning into it as Yoongi’s hand moved from his hair and onto his collarbone, sliding down, graceful fingers following the dripping spit, spreading the slippery saliva all over, tongue and touch tracing the red lines and circling his nipples, and Jungkook’s hips thrust up into her even though the condom needed to be replaced, but he didn’t care, he didn’t care anymore, he just didn’t care.
His hyung snickered at his reaction.
“So needy.”
That’s right. I need this.
Up his trembling neck, and then she grabbed his chin and spat into his mouth, slick liquid sliding down his tongue and into his throat, and he greedily swallowed it all with a wanton moan. This was not the future his naïve past self had dreamed of back then. He couldn’t even remember what he wanted. Now? Now he was tattooed, pierced, chained. Tied up, scratched up, all kinds of fucked-up and Jungkook never wanted it to stop, never wanted to be let go, never wanted it to end, his kind of forever now was this kind of never.
He killed him.
The old, good Jungkook killed, replaced by this new, bad him.
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“You really have changed, Jeon Jungkook.”
He almost didn’t recognize that voice. That voice used to mean everything to him. Everything. Nervousness and tenderness, heart on his sleeve, precious smiles and laughs, then creeping doubts, uncertain nights, staring at himself, picking at his face, swallowing his heart and wagging his tail for something that was all shattering slowly before him, all make-believe, all in the name of love.
But love was a lie.
Jungkook turned his head slowly, his black hair shrouding part of his vision in this dim nightclub, staring down at the one he used to call love, darling, one and only.
How stupid he was.
I loved that lie.
He tilted his head.
“Who are you?” he said to his ex-girlfriend, hollow and dead.
But not anymore.
She scowled, clad in a tight rose-colored chiffon minidress and dainty nude stilettos, jerking her head up and down at his appearance. Turning up her nose at him. Disapproval all over her delicate, pretty features, tossing her long, curled hair over her shoulder as she took in his distressed black and white wide-striped sweater with zippers at the shoulders, tight black leather pants, and thick-soled, silver-studded boots.
His neck clinked, heavy and weighted by a black leather collar and silver chain leash.
“You look like a dirty, mangy dog,” she spat.
Those words used to hurt him. She would say that when his shirt was untucked or if his jeans were ripped. Little things that did not match up with the heavy disdain in her voice, sending him into a wave of rocketing panic as he immediately tried to correct himself, trying to be the person she wanted instead of himself.
Was I ever myself?
Now, Jungkook found that those words barely stung.
He didn’t have a heart to feel them anymore.
He stuck his hands in his pockets, the chain leash dangling in front of him, leather handle hitting his thigh.
“And you look like the fuckin’ whore you always were,” Jungkook replied, slow and bored.
The old him wouldn’t have said something so cruel. The old him would have cared about her feelings, even though she hurt him countless times, knowing how fragile he was and dropping him over and over, leaving him to pick up the pieces, blaming himself every single time, believing it was him that lacked the understanding, believing that she must be right because she loved him, believing in the lie that was I love you, but there was a lieinbelieve, and Jungkook knew that now.
Her face contorted, painting dishonest injury over her scorning expression.
“How could you say something like that, Jungkook?” she pleaded, wretched with crocodile tears. “I came all the way to the city to find you and tell you I still love you.”
He had believed it every single time, back then, but that was the past.
“Come home.”
Her pretty hand outstretched, pampered and polished.
“I love you. We can make it right.”
Honeyed words that reeked of sewage.
He raised an eyebrow, narrowing his eyes.
I’m free now.
“Find another dirty, mangy dog to wag their tail at you,” Jungkook growled, the expansion of his neck from his deepening voice hitting the sides of the collar, causing the attached chain to clink and sway by his hips. “You’re uglier than I remember.”
The façade dissipated and she stared at him, enthralled, glassy eyes glittering with grotesque lust.
“I would have kept you if I knew you were going to get hot and sexy,” she breathed. She chuckled, a hideous smirk eating at her face, looking him up and down, unabashed, an object in her eyes. “Who paid for your body tonight? I’ll double it.”
She winked.
“For old time’s sake and charity.”
He let himself feel the anger. Relish in it. Become it. Harness it.
“Even if I was a prostitute,” he snarled, raising his chin. “No amount of money could convince me to touch your parasitic, STI-infested, flat ass.”
He could see the anger was rising now, but she was pushing it down, plastering a fake, sick smile to her face as her shoulders tensed, taking a step towards him, pulling herself to her full height, forcing out pitched laughing to mask her rage at his dismissal. Hilariously, it seemed to be the last adjective that pissed her off the most.
“Come on now, Jungkook,” she cooed, disgusting, prancing her fingers in the air. “Of course, we’re just joking.”
“I’m not joking,” he retorted. “I mean every word.”
Her expression cracked, fury leaking through.
“Tch, I don’t even know why I bother talking to you,” she snapped, clenching her jaw. “You’re thick-skulled and useless. There was never anything good about you except using your dick, and even that I found better replacements. But since you’re so pathetic,” she chuckled darkly, eyeing the hanging leash by his hips. “I don’t need your permission to remind you I’m the best pussy you’ll ever have.”
Her hand shot out.
Jungkook yanked his hands out of his pockets, but he was too late.
Another hand shot between them, snatching the handle of the chain leash next to Jungkook’s crotch. It twisted and slapped the back of his ex’s hand with the leather strap, so hard that the sound cracked through the loud music and drunken conversation.
“Ow!”
The screech of pain was so loud that the club fell silent.
“Get your dirty, mangy hands off my precious pet.”
A gruff growl, the sharpened tone of a predator.
The woman in black.
Leather jacket, too many zippers. Underneath, a bra with a mesh shirt over it. Shockingly short skirt adorned with hanging silver chains. Shredded tights and knee-high boots with a tall platform and high heel, causing her to tower over the other woman. Usually, she had a smirk or a grin. Demonic, but pleasing in its own way.
Not now.
His ex-girlfriend clutched her hand, gawking at the ice-cold gaze of one real iris, one white contact.
“You– You bitch!”
All of a sudden, Jungkook felt his contained irritation morph and burst into white-hot wrath. He did not care much about himself, but to say something so careless… he didn’t care if she was a girl. He didn’t care if he used to say I love you to her. He didn’t care that being the bigger person meant that he should back up and walk away.
Jungkook wanted to ram his knee into his ex-girlfriend’s face until she was completely unrecognizable.
Before he could do so, the woman in black sucked in her cheek with a loud popping sound, head cocked as she scrutinized the other woman. “Yeah, so? I’m a bitch. Congratulations, you got eyes,” she sneered, her voice getting deeper, slipping into her satoori.
His ex-girlfriend snapped her head at him, glaring, but Jungkook could see it in her wide eyes.
Fear.
He felt the anger bleed down, feeling a strange sort of satisfaction at seeing that fear.
“Yah, Jeon Jungkook! What’s this? You need a girl to protect you now because you’re so weak and pathetic? You’re even more pitiful than I thou–”
Anothercrack blasted through the stilled air of the nightclub.
His ex-girlfriend screamed, cowering back.
The woman in black rolled her eyes. “Wow, what a damn baby. All I did was hit my own hand and you’re the one cryin’ over nothin’,” she mocked, lightly tapping the leather handle in her palm. “Look here, you’re noisy and frankly quite hideous even though your parents worked so hard to make you pretty on the outside,” she grunted, shaking her head. “Guess if you’re full of shit, it comes outta your ass and mouth, huh?”
Jungkook knew he shouldn’t be amused at the dumbstruck look on his ex’s face, but he was already smirking.
“Get out. Your spoiled ass doesn’t belong here,” the woman in black hissed.
Strangely, his ex-girlfriend seemed to compose herself, gritting her teeth and backing up. Straightened her skirt and put on her crocodile sniffles, glaring accusingly, pointing to her now reddened hand. “I’ll have you arrested for assault, you slut!”
With a barking laugh, the woman in black doubled over. “Hahahaha, yeah?” Hands on her chest, pushing the mesh shirt into her cleavage. “But if I’m such a slut, I’ve probably slurped every policeman’s dick in this city. The handcuffs are just a kinky touch now,” she snickered, ticking her head like a curious weasel, vicious grin widening. “Come on, if you have a plan, you have to do better than that.”
But there was something wrong, because the woman in the rose-pink dress was not backing down, deadly glee overtaking her expression.
“Watch–” Jungkook started, but the leash was suddenly dropped.
“You thought I came alone, didn’t you?” his ex-girlfriend sniggered. She waved her hand and several men slipped out of the crowd to stand behind her. Chiseled jaws, one-size-too-small polo shirts, pressed khakis. “As if.”
Man, this girl is fuckin’ stupid.
Jungkook glanced at the woman in black.
She was not afraid.
“Ho.” A low chuckle, looking at each of those pampered faces. “You that good?”
He could see the slow, demonic grin forming on her lips now.
A little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot sexy.
Jungkook didn’t bother to move. There were five guys and his one pathetic ex-girlfriend that was moving behind them, all versus the woman in black who was removing her leather jacket, tossing it behind her. He caught it, carefully folding it in his hands.
One real iris, one white iris, all danger.
Raised her hand, beckoning them forward.
“Come at me,” she growled, low and treacherous. “Bring it on.”
His ex-girlfriend glared at him, grisly triumph twisting her facial features. “Last chance to save your monster girlfriend,” she jeered.
He shrugged, the chain leash swinging. Then he raised his chin, bouncing it once, ticking his head from side to side.
“Hm, maybe look around you first before you do something stupid.”
And now, now they finally looked around, finally realizing the club was dead silent, because every single face was turned towards the outsiders. Leather, vinyl, mesh, too much makeup and too many tattoos, pale faces edged in black, watching, even the bartender clutching a beer bottle and the band on tables, holding their instruments, squinting down at these idiots that thought it was a good idea to harass the Boss, not only the owner of the music studio the band rented, but also a constant financial supporter of the night club they were standing in.
The woman in black looked exasperated, rolling her eyes.
“Youserious? Are you gonna let me beat up at least one of them?” She pointed at one of the primly dressed men, waving her finger around. “Come on, his nose already looks broken. If I break it again, insurance will cover it instead of him paying out-of-pocket!”
“Come on, Boss. Your dad is gonna be sad if you get hurt,” the bassist of the band chuckled, jumping down.
“Papa can go cry into his gambling money and nurse his sugar babies,” she growled irritably, taking a step forward. “Fuck ya’ll. Imma get at least one punch in for fun.”
Shing!
She jerked back, the gleam of a silver sword reflecting off her eyes.
“Can’t let you do that,” said a deep, raspy voice.
Her head turned, facing cold, cat-like eyes.
“Yoongi.”
Min Yoongi smirked, open-mouthed and pleased. Tongue between his teeth. Long black hair framing his cheekbones, pale skin glowing in the overhead lights. He purred her name back, tilting the traditional sword to reflect off her full lips.
“Lookin’ kissable tonight, Boss.”
The tips of her cheekbones flushed pink at his hyung’s comment.
There was a flurry of noise and the six outsides took that awkward moment to vacate, pushing through the crowd and out the door. Of course, they did. The whole club was grabbing every blunt weapon available and then some crazy guy shows up with a sword out of all things? Jungkook would have bounced the second they were distracted too.
“I always wanted to do that,” Yoongi chuckled, sheathing the sword.
“Whatare you?” she cackled, shoving him in the chest playfully, making everyone laugh. “Some kinda historical drama protagonist? You nicked the damn sword behind the bar and started waving it around left and right! What if you lopped off someone’s head?”
Yoongi scoffed, placing the black traditional sword gently onto the bar top where the bartender sighed in relief, shaking his head at them. “Come on. I told you I did some sword dancing at university. I know how to handle a sword. It’s not even sharp.”
She slapped her hand down on Yoongi’s shoulder, turning him around.
“Come here.”
Angling her head, pushing Yoongi against the bar, lips to lips in a fiery kiss, raspy chuckle between them, her body fitting against his, practically bending his back over the bar.
“Aw, Boss, not on the bar! Get outta here with that shit!”
The bartender was shooing them away and she detached from Yoongi’s face, grinning, a little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot sexy, grabbing Yoongi by the collar of his shirt and slipping her hand in the leather strap that Jungkook held out, tightly grasping it, dragging them both along, insane laughter tumbling from her lips.
He thought it would bother him, seeing the one he used to call love.
Strangely, it didn’t.
Probably because he killed that good boy wagging his tail, ditching those hopes that his love could change unfaithful hearts, because the only thing worse than a dumb bitch was the one that believed in her lies.
Jungkook felt the leather collar snap into the sides of his neck and felt himself smile, following the call of the chain.
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It felt so good.
It felt so good being bad.
“Tighter.”
Min Yoongi stared into those large, dark brown orbs, glassy and fucked out. Tattooed arm extended, hand turning at his command, winding the silver chain around the leather strap and pulling hard, the sides of the thick black leather collar pressing into Yoongi’s neck.
He mirrored Jeon Jungkook’s movement.
Yoongi watched the younger man’s face shadow with pleasure, the slurping sound under them getting louder, messier. He let his hips roll forward, fuck, the tight wet heat all around him, looking down to watch Jungkook’s cock getting swallowed with some effort. Her hand around the base, rubbing the balls with her slippery palm. Yoongi thrust harder, slightly bent forward from Jungkook’s strong grip, feeling the tendrils of lightheadedness creep up his head, his cock getting even harder, twitching inside her at the anticipation.
Guess there as a reason for the length of these chain leashes after all.
Yoongi lifted his head again, licking his lips, watching Jungkook.
It was such a beautiful, exquisite descent into madness.
He snapped his hand up and Jungkook’s head tipped back, leather collar squeezing the sides of the younger male’s neck, his sweaty black hair flying, wanton moan dripping from his shapely lips, the tiny mole exposed under a trembling mouth. The silver lip ring glinted in the bedroom lights, wayward pink tongue caressing it.
He knows how to look pretty.
Yoongi smirked as Jungkook noticed him watching.
The eye contact was held for way too long but they were also choking each other and fucking the same woman between them, so it was hard to tell how much was too much.
There was a loud slurp and lips smacking against sensitive skin, visible shiver overtaking Jungkook’s broad frame, gasping as she lifted herself, string of spit snapping, halfway crawling up the younger man’s chest, laughing hoarsely.
“You’re gonna make me choke on his dick, Yoongi.”
“Good,” he hissed out, snapping his hips into her soft ass and making it bounce.
He could hear the rapid sound of hand on wet cock, could see it all over Jungkook’s face, overcome by pleasure and pressurized by speed, his head falling back, choking himself more, shoulders and chest flexed from tenseness, struggling to hold his torso up, and it must have been difficult, the pace of that tight and unforgiving hand matching the tight and unforgiving walls that wrapped around him, squeezing his stiff, throbbing length, harder, trying to make her lose grip, but she planted her hand onto that muscular chest and pushed back against Yoongi, forcing him deeper inside.
Fuck.
Jungkook pulled harder.
Fuck!
The younger man’s lips curved into a roguish smirk.
What happened to the good boy?
Yoongi clenched his teeth and yanked hard.
He must have gone bad.
“Cum for me, Jungkook,” Yoongi heard himself whisper, smokey and thin in his ears, using the last of his breath. Those brown eyes widened, surprised to hear it from him and not, well, the one furiously jacking his dick.
Closer.
Yoongi grinned, maybe a little psychotic.
Closer.
There.
“Fuck!”
And he had no idea who said it, him, Jungkook, her, maybe all three, but then it was a mess, white dripping down the back of her hand and splattering onto Jungkook’s lower belly, her pitching forward and clutching the younger man’s shoulder, wildly moaning into his flexed, hard chest, then the sudden clenching pulse around his twitching cock, and he was gone too, strong jolts filling up the condom, bent over her back, the sudden rush of oxygen knocking the wind out of him, his arm going slack, his hand letting go of leather and metal.
He heard Jungkook gasp, his arms giving out and falling onto the bed with a hard fwump!
Her hand on Jungkook’s shoulder immediately slid down onto the bed, her elbow locking, and she held herself up, anchoring Yoongi in place. His chain leash draped over her shoulder, hanging in the air, already released in Jungkook’s euphoria. She laughed huskily, just a touch of deviousness, slowly rubbing her cum-covered hand all over Jungkook’s spent cock.
Whines and whimpers echoed in the room, the younger man squirming under them, but there were no weak pleas, no refusal, no desire to stop, only those glassy brown orbs opening, begging to be broken, more, just break me.
She leaned down, hot breath against Jungkook’s shaking lips.
“Good boy.”
Snickered, sweetly sinister.
“Just kidding.”
Her agile tongue slid out and licked Jungkook’s cheek, making him break out into a mischievous grin.
drabbles inspired by TXT’s album minisode 2: thursday’s child
warnings: language, angst, mentions of drug use / dealing; also inspired by dear my friend byagust d ft kim jong wan of nell; reader’s POV; starring Min Yoongi
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denial.the first stage of grief
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“You’re okay.”
“You know I’m not.”
“Come on, get up.”
“Get off me.”
He held on.
You almost wretched your arm from his grasp, but Min Yoongi’s grip tightened, and he held on, which was doing a lot more than some people in your life. Why did you believe? You should have never believed. All this time, why? How foolish. You never believed in the conventional love story, so why now?
You stared at them.
The photos scattered around you.
He gave you one every week. Polaroids of lovely moments, dates, hand hearts, smiles, sunny skies and dreamy rain. Sharing an umbrella. A shaved ice with two spoons in it. The sea and the sand. The countryside with the fields of yellow flowers.
The dreams of the dead.
“I told you not to come.”
“It’s my responsibility to check up on you,” he said softly.
Rain.
Just a little rain, right here, drop my drop, falling down, blurring the photos all around you on the floor, the spot that you had been lying on for nearly two days, replaying the moment over and over. The bump on the street, the gasp and spilling of coffee, looking up and sighing exasperatedly into a smile that began the opening sequence that you wish never happened.
That’s so cliché.
“He was my best friend too.”
“That was a long time ago,” you croaked back and you were surprised to find your voice soaked, reaching up and wiping your tears away with the base of your palm, flinging the little rain onto the other photos, ridding yourself of them, because why cry? There was no reason to cry. “You had better things to do.” Slapping your hands down onto those colors, flipping them over one by one, black squares in a domino effect since that was what it really was, black squares covering up the dark moments, the reveal of a small habit, it’s nothing, seeing the blood on his arm, don’t worry, then the black tattoos, one by one, covering up marks, I got you, let’s go to the beach today, cascade the white frames over each other so they held nothing but black squares with dates printed on the back.
People can get tattoos for art.
He got them to cover up how many times he shot up.
You smacked your palms down on the floor and the torrent came, rain splattering down on black squares, a hurricane of emotions, remembering the last time you spoke to him was plexiglass between you with a grungy olive handheld phone and him telling you then when he got out that you two would go to the beach again.
“I believed him…”
You almost slid to the floor again but Yoongi held onto your arm, pale fingers straining from your weight that was more than just mass times the acceleration of gravity, the weight of the end, the weight of the mess, the weight of hate, because you hated that you still believed in that opening sequence, that you could replay it and had hope that maybe this time it would be beautiful.
He lowered, his other hand fitting onto your shoulder, holding up shaking shoulders that threatened to collapse.
“It’s okay to believe the best in people,” Yoongi murmured softly.
I love you, darling.
Slowly, sweeping the black squares together with your wet hands, taking moments to wipe the little rain from your eyes with the backs of your hands, listening to a laugh you no longer heard, fleeting arguments that seemed so far away, the pile up of little secrets that became a big secret, not noticing the world that was so clear and colorful becoming a blur of monochrome.
Give me one more chance.
“Don’t cry.”
“I’m not crying,” you choked out.
What was worse, the lying, the drug habit, or the play-pretend that everything was okay when you knew better than anyone that it wasn’t? Or was it staying right until the police came and took him away, trying to convince them that he was a good guy, that there was no way he was involved in that kind of stuff, when you knew full well that he was, lying and pretending that you knew nothing, which only incriminated him further and left you guiltless in the eyes of the law?
Or was it the guilt?
He had smiled at you anyway, telling you that you two could still go to the beach and watch the ocean together.
“You sold cocaine to a bunch of teenagers,” you said into the phone receiver, scratchy and dying.
His smile had faltered. “I know. I’m sorry. I’ve caused you trouble.”
The eyes of Min Yoongi’s childhood best friend looked into yours and he probably promised Yoongi countless things, like making music with him and performing together, but he did none of that because now he was behind bars.
“You’ll be okay,” he said to you.
Notwe.
You.
That was when you knew it was dead.
The opening sequence ran through your head,. The bump on the street, the gasp and spilling of coffee, looking up and sighing exasperatedly into a smile that you told you would love until the end of the world, and that was so, so cliché to ever believe in.
“Come on, let’s get up. Leave it.”
You left it on the floor, the rain and the memories.
“Here.”
He handed you soft tissues, clearly unfolded from his pocket, the kind that came in convenient plastic packs. Layered them for you, placed them in your hand.
You almost fell to the floor again.
You belonged with the tragedy.
Yoongi gripped your upper arms, holding you up.
“I hate him,” he said to your hair. “And I miss him. I should have stopped him. I should have done something.”
You shoved the tissues into your eyes.
Yoongi placed his chin on your forehead and sighed softly, shuddering as your felt the little rain soak the tissues, replaying the opening sequence over and over again, and if you just made different choices, if you just contact Yoongi and asked for help, if you and him had done something different, would they still be friends and would you still be whole, not zero, but one?
And the worst was knowing the answer was probably no.
pairing(s): jungkook x reader, yoongi x reader mentions of seokjin x reader, jimin x reader
summary: Jeon Jungkook wants to have sex. No one is surprised. But he has… reasons. Are they good reasons? Debatable. However, there’s something in his way. A Magic-8 ball that seems to relish in cock-blocking him. Nah, it says. Hmph, well, guess what, ball? Like a criminal undercover, Jeon Jungkook is going to steal you and then there’s no one and nothing to stop him from getting what he needs.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; tbh, slightcrack; JK talks to the Magic-8 ball and himself way too much; somehow Park Jimin is involved; Min Yoongi is confirmed to be sex on legs; smut (fem reader, very minor D/s dynamics, m-masturbation while watching sex in the kitchen, edging / orgasm denial, m and f-receiving oral, vibrator use, multiple orgasms, nipple play, forearm kink, sucking on both balls at the same time, hair-pulling kink, penetrative sex); noona!reader; Jungkook’s POV
no, I don’t know how this got to 14k+ words, this was just supposed to be a funny idea and now we’re here, I am excessive, I know
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“Um…”
“Same question?”
He almost flinched at the succinct, matter-of-fact quip. “Y… Yeah.”
The door closed right in his face.
Jeon Jungkook shoved his hands into his sleeves and sucked on the inside of his cheek, aimlessly occupying himself in the seconds he waited. He stopped sucking on his cheek the moment the door opened again. Same woman, rumpled and perfectly messy hair, big black t-shirt dress with a black and white striped long-sleeve under it, bare legs, feet tucked into furry brown slippers with a small embordered cookie motif on them.
In her hands, a black plastic sphere.
Inwardly, Jungkook groaned.
She shook it.
Frowned, and turned the screen around for him to look.
Nah, said the white text on the triangle trapped in hazy blue liquid.
Inwardly, Jungkook screamed in frustration, wanting to snatch the Magic-8 ball and chuck it out the window.
“Sorry,” she said, shrugging casually.
“Oh… Okay.”
She bowed lightly and closed the door, but not as sharply this time. Gentler and turning away from him slowly. Her eyes didn’t linger too long. It was probably for the best, because Jungkook would feel even worse.
The door closed in his face and Jungkook wrung his sleeves, flinging the ends of his black, oversized shirt into the air in silent rage. He balled the fabric up in his fists and jammed them into his closed eyes, forcing the angry tears back, never hating a hunk of plastic so much in his entire life. The twenty-sixth time he had asked this question.
Every single time, this stupid fucking piece-of-shit 8-ball gave him a different quirky variation of refutation.
“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, backed away from the bedroom door.
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“W-Will you have s-s-sex with me?”
That was the question. Stutters and all.
She had blinked slowly, staring at him for a full ten seconds. Then she asked, “I’m sorry, but will you please explain again why you are asking me to have sex with you?”
Yes, why was Jungkook asking the hot girl that lived in Kim Seokjin’s house to fuck him?
Although it sounded complicated, it wasn’t really. Kim Seokjin was one of his hyungs who lived in a massive house. His parents were loaded, but traveled a lot due to their work. Now that Seokjin was older, well, naturally, it would be socially and financially beneficial to rent out this home with too many bedrooms to his friends if they needed a place to stay. Firstly, it meant the introverted hyung never had to leave his home if he actually wanted company. Secondly, it meant chores could be divided among the tenants, meaning Seokjin never ever had to clean a toilet again as long as he cooked and occasionally did the grocery shop. Thirdly, it meant that if Seokjin wanted to avoid interaction, he could lock himself in the master bedroom on the top floor and tell everyone to go away or he would kick them out.
Work smarter, not harder, Seokjin-hyung liked to say.
Now, why did this particular woman who owned the cursed Magic-8 ball live here?
Park Jimin, one of the temporary tenants, had the answers for Jungkook.
“Oh,her? Haha, get this. Once time, hyung came back with her and another girl with huge tits. Massive. I’m talking melons. I can say that because she literally called them melons. Multiple times. Anyway, Melon girl was kinda drunk, hyung was a lil tipsy, but she was totally sober. And…”
Jimin nudged Jungkook, cradling his hand over his mouth, whispering with glee.
“I’m one-hundred percent sure a threesome happened that night and I’m a thousand-percent sure that noona was the one who was directing everything.”
Jungkook blinked at that angelic face describing a less-than-holy act.
“… Were you trying to eavesdrop outside hyung’s bedroom?”
Jimin snorted. “No. No, of course not. Psh, no. What do you think I am, Jungkook? A heathen?” Those full lips twisted into an affronted pout. “That stupid door is so damn thick. Real wood, for sure. Hmph. Rich-ass prince.”
It didn’t really explain why the woman with the cursed Magic-8 ball was here, but also, it did.
“Anyway, she moved in a week later. Better rent, she said. Melon lady went to school in New York though. How depressing for all of us,” Jimin sighed. “She was only on break for a short while.”
Little did Jungkook know that this noona would become rather important because, some weeks later, he was standing in front of her bedroom door asking the question. Jungkook did not live in this big house, but at this point he might as well have been. He was here far too often these days, asking Jimin questions. Er. Something very upsetting had happened to him. He had needed answers.
Jimin provided him with, well, something.
Jungkook coughed, trying to collect his thoughts. “Erm… well.”
She blinked slowly, waiting for his answer on why he wanted to have sex with her.
“J-Jimin said it might be a good idea…”
She stared at him. “What does Park Jimin have to do with anything?”
Yes, that would be the natural question, wouldn’t it?
“Ah, h-he said… that you helped him at one point. With sex… stuff.”
This was getting super awkward, not because she was awkward, but because Jungkook was trying to avoid being too specific. He didn’t want her to feel like he was talking behind her back. However, she surprised him completely by saying, “Yeah, he was trying to figure out what sex toys to introduce into the bedroom and how to feel like they were not his enemy, so we experimented a bit to find toys and a headspace he enjoyed.”
Jungkook tried to not shrink into the sofa at the explanation. “Y… Yeah….”
She tilted her head at him. “That doesn’t explain your interest in me though.”
“W-Well, I…. I need h-help.”
He flinched as if physically slapped.
Saying it out loud made it real.
“Why do you say that?” she asked.
He bit his lip and looked back up at her, seeing the way she gazed back at him. Not judging, simply genuinely curious and confused. She was sitting on the armchair in the living room, holding a soft plush of a pink bunny and her phone in the other, previously poking around on it before he had sat down and interrupted, taking this chance of Seokjin being upstairs playing video games and the other tenants being out of the house to ask this question. She was wearing a big white hoodie, her bare legs tucked under a thick black blanket with a pattern of miniature red devils cheekily doing various innocently evil things.
“Um… my last girlfriend broke up with me because I fuck like a robot.” He swallowed, feeling the hard lump forming in his throat, unease and bitterness. “Not just once apparently. All the time. And…” He winced, balling his hands into fists on his thighs. “The one before that said something similar.”
“And the one before that?”
He wanted to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment.
“We didn’t… fuck. But she said I was a bad kisser.”
“Everyone is aa bad kiss and a bad fuck the first time. Hell, the first couple years. I wouldn’t beat yourself up over it.”
He frowned and searched her face for the lie, but she simply smiled calmly back, gently rubbing the head of the pink bunny in her lap. For some reason, Jungkook wanted to fling the bunny aside and put his head there instead.
Huh?
That was a weird thought.
“But you’re not bad.”
She laughed. “Years of practice, young apprentice.” Her lips curved into a playful smirk, eyes sparkling with amusement. “I might actually be awful. You never know.”
Jungkook narrowed his eyes, frown becoming into a pout. “You have to be good. Yoongi-hyung and you fuck all the time.”
She blinked twice, swiveling her head sharply.
“Pardon? What does Min Yoongi have to do with this?”
He scratched the back of his head. Didn’t she know? “Yoongi-hyung never, ever has sex with someone more than once. That’s his rule.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “What?”
Jungkook shrugged. “That’s what he said.” He mimicked his hyung’s deep, generally impassive voice. “You only need to fuck once. Every time afterword is the same or worse. What’s the point of fucking more than once? It’s a waste of time. But Jimin says you go to Yoongi-hyung’s room or vice-versa at least every week. You have to be crazy good if that’s the case.”
She suddenly jerked her head and stared in the direction of the back of the house where the spare bedrooms were. He saw a myriad of emotions play over her expressive features before she scrunched up her face and mumbled under her breath. Jungkook caught, I do have a certain philosophy, but I didn’t realize… Really? He thinks that, huh? I should ask…
“N-Noona…?”
She jumped a little, blinking at him. “Oh. Right. Well, it would be really arrogant of me if I sat here and said, yeah, I’m fucking fantastic at fucking.”
That’s true, Jungkook thought.
She shrugged.
“I am, though.”
Those sinful lips framed the tip of a devious tongue, playful smirk taunting him.
“I’m an excellent, passionate, wild, rough fuck. Complete opposite of a robot, honestly.”
Jungkook pulled an even bigger pout, furrowing his brows, determination flaring.
“Teach me.”
She let out a big exhale, suddenly standing up.
“Wait here.”
He gawked at those bare legs, shapely and swift, juicy thighs disappearing into the hem of the hoodie. She disappeared for less than a minute, anxious moments of him shoving his hands into his sleeves and tapping his foot, eagerly awaiting her return.
Then she came back with the cursed hunk of plastic.
Oh, innocent him back then, not knowing how fucking horrible that piece-of-shit Magic-8 ball was.
“I’m going to shake this. If it says yes, we fuck. If it says no, you have to wait at least three days before you can ask me to shake the ball again. Deal?”
Why did you nod, Jeon Jungkook? You stupid dumbass.
He grinned.
“Deal.”
She shook it and it said, Nope, not today.
“Hm. Sorry. Next time.”
Yeah.
Next time.
More like, twenty-sixth time and he was still reading, Nah.
-
“I hate that stupid ball. I want to smash it with a baseball bat, run it over, throw it into the abyss, go down into the abyss, and then hurl it to the moon.”
“Shit, bro, it’s a children’s toy,” Jimin laughed.
Jungkook grunted and threw Jimin’s pillow over his face, yelling incoherently into it.
“Oi, stop that,” Jimin sighed, yanking the pillow away. “What’s this business about the Magic-8 ball anyway? Can’t you just stand there and give her puppy eyes until she submits to your will?”
“No.”
“Huh?”
Jungkook pulled a face and let out a big sigh. “She never treats me any differently. I act tough, she’s the same polite noona. I act cute, she’s the same polite noona. I act pathetic, she’s the same fucking polite-as-fuck noona.” He groaned and smacked his fist into Jimin’s bed, not thinking about what else – or who else – had been smacked into this bed. That was too harrowing of a thought. “Yoongi-hyung’s dick must have her under some kinda spell, because I’m literally right here ready to drop my pants and she’s absolutely not budging on this Magic-8 ball agreement.”
“Damn, maybe you’re right. Hyung’s magic wand-dick must be the reason why everyone thinks he’s sex on legs, because it’s certainly not because of his resting bitch face.”
Jungkook didn’t have the energy to even chortle at Jimin’s joke. “I can’t believe my luck is so fucking bad. This has to be a world record.”
“Why don’t you steal it?”
Jungkook stared at the ceiling.
“What?”
“Steal the Magic-8 ball and yeet that bitch,” Jimin chirped.
Jungkook bolted up from the bed.
“Wuh… Steal it?”
Jimin put his hands up, shrugging. “Yeah, I mean… If you take it and it’s gone, then what?”
Jungkook blinked quickly, glancing at his shortest hyung with the full lips and fluffy black hair. “I… I dunno. I never thought about it.”
“So, let’s say you take the ball. She goes to look for it like usual, can’t find it, and then…?”
He followed the circling of Jimin’s small hands, moving from one side to another. “… And then?”
Jimin clapped his hands together. “Nakey time!”
He furrowed his brows, now hesitant and unsure. “Hm… can it be that easy?”
Jimin laughed, shrugging. “I dunno, but the Magic-8 ball is cockblocking you, so you if you forcibly remove it from the equation, you have already improved your chances of banging the pussy seduced by the magic-wand-dick.”
On one hand, Jungkook doubted she would simply give up on the game.
On the other hand, that hunk of plastic was a cursed object.
“Alright. I’m going to steal it.”
-
“Secret-agent-mission-impossible Jeon Jungkook about to embark on his most difficult self-assignment yet. Actually, you’re less of a secret agent and more like a criminal undercover. No different from a common burglar, really.”
“Shut up, Jimin.”
Yes, well, saying something and actually doing it were two different things.
The plan was pretty simple, which was about as much as Jungkook could handle. He was a liberal arts guy (at least that’s what his university degree said). Following instructions was not his vibe. He was better at this off-the-cuff kind of stuff. Also, his (unwelcome but necessary) partner-in-crime was none other than Park Jimin, and Park Jimin didn’t read instructions ninety-percent of the time, thus explaining why he didn’t cook.
“You can’t search the house when everyone is at work,” Jimin scolded him.
“Why?”
“Because you also have a job, Jungkook.”
“Eh, I can take a day off.”
“You cannot take a day off to increase your potential of getting laid. Not even actually getting laid. Just increasing your chances.”
Jungkook grumbled but accepted that it might not be the best use of his sick time.
“Also, Seokjin-hyung has an alarm system. He arms it when we’re at work. If you’re not a resident, you’ll trip it.”
“So give me your key.”
“He has cameras, dummy,” Jimin sighed as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. “Funnily enough, you don’t exactly look like me.”
Jungkook snickered. “Is it the tattoos or the obvious difference in height?”
A brief intermission was taken as Jimin attempted to commit homicide right in Kim Seokjin’s home. Bickering ensued. Hands were thrown. Unfortunately for Jimin, Jungkook was trained in self-defense and pinned him down pretty quickly.
“Anyway,” Jimin growled as he detached his teeth from Jungkook’s forearm to force the younger man to release him, completely ignoring Jungkook’s what-the-fuck-you-freaky-little-imp expression. “There’s four of us who live here right now. Seokjin-hyung, Yoongi-hyung, Magic-8 ball noona, and, the most well-behaved and polite of them all, me.”
“Don’t associate that plastic hunk of evil with her.”
Jimin gave him an offended look at the lack of acknowledgment to his own title but gave up, moving along. “Why you so hung up about this, huh? It’s not like you can’t fuck some other hottie. You just have to shift in age range. The older they are, the more likely they have more experience. Easy.”
Jungkook grunted.
Jimin raised his eyebrows.
He stuck his tongue out and messed with his lip ring. “This is a lot easier. I don’t need to worry about her being some kinda serial killer or some shit. And.”
A beat of silence.
Jimin appeared under Jungkook’s chin, grinning like a madman. “Annnnnnnd?”
Jungkook grimaced. “You said…” He looked away quickly, sucking the inside of his cheek.
He shouldn’t say anything more.
Jimin prodded him insistently, poking at Jungkook’s temple.
The younger man clenched his jaw, speaking between gritted teeth. “You said she put both of your nuts in her mouth and sucked on them at the same time.”
“Aha! You’re a pervert!”
“What?!” Jungkook roared, throwing himself back. “I’m a pervert? I am?! You suggested it! You’re a pervert!”
Jimin grinned.
“Of course, I suggested it. She’s got that cool and calm vibe, plus she’s basically a porn star in bed. You’re way too scared to go for sexy on your own, even though that’s way more your type than those other girls you dated.”
Jungkook found his jaw flapping uselessly. “W-What the fuck are you talking about, I’m not scared–”
“Oh, yeah, you are. You literally ran in the other direction when she came out her room in that slinky black dress and leather trench coat when she was going to that concert with Yoongi-hyung last week. Probably had a giant boner too.”
His ears were on fire. “B-B-Bullshit!”
“Oh, you want to get me started on the literal obsessive way you stare at her hands when they’re resting on the kitchen countertop, with your mouth kinda open and your round peepers all big, waiting for her to move so you can put your hand in the same place hers was seconds before–”
Jungkook slapped his hand over Jimin’s mouth.
A bird cawed outside.
“Anyway,” Jungkook hissed, pointedly glaring to indicate that particular discussion was over. “So, I can’t search during work. Why don’t you look for it? You live here.”
Jimin peeled the tattooed hand off his mouth to speak. With much effort, because Jungkook was wary of the definitely, absolutely, totally untrue nonsense that could come out of those full lips. It happened just now… obviously.
“Uh, no, this is your problem. I’m not getting involved in yourproblem.”
Jungkook stared at him.
Jimin fluttered his eyelashes.
Jungkook thinned his eyes and mouth into lines.
“Here, so tomorrow Seokjin-hyung is leaving for a production for a couple weeks,” Jimin barreled on, launching into the (very basic) plan. “He’s going to stay on site because of rehearsals and stuff. We won’t have to worry about his comings and goings. Yoongi-hyung and noona basically have the same schedule. They go to work and come back to do nothing. But, when Seokjin-hyung isn’t here, Yoongi-hyung and her cook together.”
Jungkook raised his eyebrows.
Jimin wiggled his. “It’s good for us.”
“Is it?” Jungkook grunted.
“It’s not like hyung doesn’t know you’re on your… twenty-sixth try. He’s cool with it.”
He felt a muscle in his upper eyelid twitch. “Did hyung have to ask twenty-six times?”
Jimin shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s sex on legs, remember?”
“Why do you keep saying that?”
“It was something Taehyung said ages ago because some girl called Yoongi-hyung that and he thought it was hilarious.”
Jungkook gave Jimin a questioning look. Jimin patted his arm.
“You had to be there, dude.” He rubbed his chin, shifting focus as Jungkook sat with question marks over his head. “If we’re here, they’ll cook for us, but noona’s room is basically right next to the kitchen. If we try to go in her bedroom, she’ll definitely see. It would be better if we leave while they’re cooking.”
“If we leave, we can’t search.”
“No, no. I’llleave.You stay in my room and wait.”
Jungkook frowned. “Huh?”
Jimin looked exasperated.
The lightbulb suddenly sprung up over Jungkook’s head. “Oh! Oh, I see, I’ll come over in the evening, and we say we’re going out to eat or something, but you’ll be the only one actually leaving, and I’ll stay and look for it.” Then he scrunched up his face, lightbulb flickering slightly. “But that doesn’t change that fact that they’ll be in the kitchen. Hyung and noona can still see the entrance of her room.”
“Yeah, if they’re looking. They’re not gonna be looking.”
“Why not?”
Frustrated, Jimin sliced the air with his hands. “Hello? Nobody home for at least a couple hours? Magic-wand-dick with magic-wand-dick seductress in the same place at the same time? What do you think they’re going to do?”
Jungkook blinked slowly.
“Cook food?”
-
After some self-reflection and inner soul-searching, Jungkook did eventually come to the conclusion that two hot, horny people left alone would most likely not be cooking.
At least for some of the time.
-
Now he was paralyzed.
Because it was one thing to know, but whole other thing to be there.
“Yoongi…”
His back against the wall, staring at the bedroom door that closed in his face so many times, and, right around the corner, he could hear a breathless moan and a deep chuckle. His one-track mind suddenly off the rails the second he heard their kiss. Mischievous murmurs, mixed breath and dancing tongue. His heart thudded against his chest as he heard the sound of moving fabric and satisfied sighs, and Jeon Jungkook finally asked himself – what am I doing?
And then he heard his name.
“When are you going to give Jungkook what he wants?”
A low hum, shadowed by kisses on skin.
“When the ball says yes.”
They… talk about me?
“So cruel. Just give it to him. He’s a good kid.”
“You know that’s not how I do things, Yoongi.”
Jungkook felt his breath catch in his throat. Sparks all over his skin, abruptly too hot under his baggy charcoal shirt and black pants, suddenly realizing he was moving closer to the corner instead of closer to the door, his breath stilling, soundless steps to the sinful sound, his fingers spreading out over the wall, the words on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t say them so instead he whispered to the corners of his mind.
How do you do things, then?
“How do you do things, then?” the raspy, lustful voice of Min Yoongi purred.
Jungkook turned his head, pressing his hot cheek against the wall.
“Like this.”
Jungkook peeked over the corner.
He heard the groan and then he saw it. The closed eyes of his hyung, his head tipped back, layers of black hair spilling in the air, her left hand poised on Yoongi’s throat. Index fingernail digging into his chin, thumb next to his Adam’s apple, the rest spread out over his neck, caressing the fair skin as her head moved down, the sound of kisses and tongue over Yoongi’s bare chest, leaving glistening lines of saliva visible in the kitchen’s overhead lighting. Yoongi’s back arched over the counter, his exhale deepening, arms and fingers spreading out over the granite, gasping as her tongue flickered over his dark nipple.
Jungkook’s eyes widened, heartbeat accelerating.
Her fingers curved, wrapping around his hyung’s throat.
Yoongi’s lips parted, breathing out her name in a low hiss.
Jungkook felt his cock twitch, immediately occupying all that loose space in the crotch of his pants.
Her tongue shifted to her own forearm, tracing a line of saliva up, up, Yoongi’s head falling back, constricted breath drifting out in heavy pants, and then their lips connected in a heated kiss, her hair curling against her bare back, the kitchen island blocking Jungkook’s view of the lower half of their bodies.
Her body shifted and Jungkook spied the top half of her juicy, full, naked ass.
He snapped back over the corner, sliding his right hand over his mouth so he didn’t make a goddamn peep. The threatening moan bubbling in his chest could have been both embarrassing and revealing of his position. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t have looked. That was a private moment between two people and he shouldn’t have–
Jungkook clenched his jaw and soundlessly whimpered behind his fingers as he pressed his left hand onto his hard-on, trying to get it to calm the fuck down.
He heard Yoongi pant, “Fuck, already going that deep, hah?”
Jungkook clutched his erection and squeezed it harshly, telling it to shut up, it’s not you, stop getting excited over nothing, you delusional idiot, but he could hear the sounds of tongue and lips, of wetness and desire, of Yoongi’s moans and hers getting stuffed back into her throat, and he was rolling his hips into his own hand, his cheeks burning as he felt the pre-cum dripping into his underwear, slick against the sensitive head, his eyes squeezing shut, and he could see her face, maybe even feel her tongue, this is so wrong but I can’t stop, throbs of pleasure racing up his torso and down his legs, running his hand up and down on his pulsing length, I’m so fucking hard, holyfuck, the sounds getting louder, messier, imagining her tongue flickering out and ghosting his balls mid-thrust and Jungkook suddenly tensed his shoulders, gripping his cock viciously hard and locking his hips.
He heard Yoongi hiss her name and her loud, audible swallowing.
Jungkook screamed in his head as he cut off his own orgasm and tried not to make a noise, his whimper thrashing against his ribcage next to his pounding heart.
A mischievous, deep chuckle and Jungkook could imagine the way Yoongi ran his fingers through his long messy black hair, pushing it away from his smirking face to look downwards.
“You look so good with my cock in your mouth.”
There was a flurry of noise, probably changing positions, and Jungkook threw himself off the wall and turned the handle of her bedroom door as silently as he could, slipping into the room and pressing his body flat against the wall, closing the door just as quietly.
He winced, feeling his boxer briefs soaked in pre-cum.
Don’t listen, don’t listen, don’t listen.
He heard a smokey, drawn-out moan of Yoongi’s name.
Jungkook jerked his body away from the wall, shuddering. He was not about to jack off in her bedroom. That was much too cliché to be doing, even for him. He forced himself to look up.
“H… Holy shit…”
It was a neat room, but it was strangely crammed with a ton of colorful things. Soft plushies with cute faces from various franchises, colorful albums stacked side by side between them, hanging keychains on clear hooks on the wall. She seemed to have a thing for plush sheep in pastel colors. The fluffy little guys were placed all over the room. Lilac, plush pink, mint, sky blue, cute little smiles and soft-looking horns, perched on shelves and on top of a huge yellow sheep Pokémon with a blue face. That one had to be at least a meter long.
There was also a big Snorlax sitting on the floor. Jungkook knew the name of that Pokémon.
“Uh…”
There was a myriad of knickknacks too. On the desk, a light purple standing CD player, rolls of washi tape, memo pads, and colorful brush markers. He noticed that the colors were muted, either desaturated darker shades or light pastel. He didn’t expect her to have so many cute things. She primarily wore black with only a handful of other colors, but, upon closer inspection, he could see the reflection of her in select, careful choices scattered about. Black leather notebooks, a hanging keychain of a black skull with a blank white tag, a strange velvet box shaped like a coffin. Curious, Jungkook opened it, seeing a collection of silver rings with ram skull motifs on them.
He recognized them because he stared at her hands a lot.
“No, I don’t,” Jungkook whispered under his breath to absolutely no one.
He closed the box and carefully put it back.
There were small memo sheets taped onto the shelf above the desk. They had small cats drawn onto them, doing things that corresponded to what was scrawled onto them. Do laundry on Friday. Pick up package from post office. In-office work next Tuesday. One of them had a cat struggling to carry a huge hunk of cartoon meat with the bone in it. Grocery shop tomorrow – ask if JK is spending the weekend, will need extra meat. Underneath the initials of JK was a bunny head drawn in pink pen with stars as eyes.
“Why am I pink?” he asked to absolutely no one.
Jungkook suddenly heard a very loud, “Mmm, fuck, Yoongi!”
He jumped and scurried about, scanning the room quickly. Better hurry. He had no idea how long they were going to, uh, fuck on the counter, wait where they actually, maybe I should go see, no, no, Jungkook, focus, find the ball, looking about the room, find the ball, seeing the unmade bed with the thick black velvet duvet, isn’t that sweaty or does she sleep naked, stop right there, think about that later tonight, to the tuxedo cat plush next to the pillows. It was strangely sitting up even though the covers were thrown back, clearly carefully placed before leaving the bed. Weird. Sateen black sheets and pillowcases. And then his eyes fell onto the dark wood nightstand with a hanging black sconce.
Most people had books, a cup for water, perhaps lip balm.
She had a plush Grim Reaper with a fluffy white sheep beside it, a pile of condoms, and a Magic-8 ball right next to her bed.
“What.”
Again, no one was there to respond to Jungkook’s confusion.
Upon seeing the black plastic ball, however, his eyes narrowed. He scowled at it. Raised his hand and mimed shooting it. Why not? It wasn’t bulletproof or anything.
You stupid piece of shit.Time to get your just deserts.
Then he heard the doorknob turn.
He threw himself to the hardwood floor and immediately slid his entire body into the closest hiding spot. Never had he moved so fast. Must have been a damn record. Too bad no one but an army of plushies was here to witness his amazing disappearing act.
“You don’t want to fuck on the bed?” she was saying as the door opened.
On the bed? Jungkook screamed in his head, clutching the sparse dust bunnies under the bed. You can’t be serious, I’m gonna have to lay here and listen to you guys fuck right above my head? There isn’t even space to jack off down here!
“We can fuck on your bed when they get back. No, I want to get something. Stay here.”
When they get back, Jungkook scowled as he saw Yoongi’s pale feet walk past. Rub it into my face some more why don’t you, hyung, stupid sex on legs–
“The Magic-8 ball?” she asked.
Jungkook felt cold sweat break out on his back.
“You never use this thing on me.”
“That’s because I shake your balls and they always say yes to me even if your mouth is saying no.”
Jungkook’s cheeks heated, cooking his face against the hardwood. His hard dick was mashed between his body and the floor. Great. Awesome. Not now, bro. This was too much. He was getting sweaty in the tight space and his dick was refusing to listen to reason. What else is new?
“We’ll see how cocky you remain after I’m done with you.”
Jungkook heard the drawer of the nightstand open, some rustling, and then.
A humming sound.
“Oh?” A devious snicker. “Here?”
Please not here, I will literally cum on your floor under your bed.
“Nah. Get on the kitchen counter. I have to prepare my meal.”
“So dirty, Yoongi.”
Jungkook faceplanted into the wood as he heard them leave.
His hyung had definitely been carrying a vibrator.
He stayed there for a full minute before yanking his body out from under the bed, face on fire, snatching the Magic-8 ball from the nightstand and slinking along to the floor, reaching for the door handle.
Don’t look, Jungkook.
He opened the door and slunk into the hallway, closing it silently behind him. They weren’t going to hear him. She was moaning in the kitchen, a coaxing hum getting loud. There was a sucking sound of wetness accompanying it.
Jungkook made it halfway down to Jimin’s room before he and the cursed hunk of plastic slithered back to the corner closest to the kitchen.
He peered over the edge.
Saw her head thrown back, hair messy and shoulders tense, sitting on the kitchen counter with her legs spread wide open. Yoongi between them, pressing a mint-colored silicone device against her pussy, his pushed-back black hair against her plush thigh, his smirk visible in his profile.
“Don’t close your legs.”
“Not a fucking chance,” she gasped, her muscles flexing, nipples hard and perky breasts pointing upwards as she slid back a little in ecstasy, crying out, the loud squelch indicating her release, and Jungkook held his breath as he witnessed the shiny, glossy splatter against mint silicone and the inside of her thighs.
Yoongi’s hand shifted, revealing the puffy slick lips of her pussy, throbbing with the force of orgasm. He leaned in and Jungkook listened to her breathless moan as his hyung licked it all up, messy and loud, the sound echoing throughout the kitchen. A shudder flickered throughout her body, her fingers tensing on the countertop, dragging along the granite.
“Give in?” Yoongi drawled, deeper in his Daegu satoori.
“No,” she growled down at his hyung.
“Again then.”
Jungkook sank to the floor, gripping the Magic-8 ball and thrusting his hips into the floor in silent frustration, knowing he couldn’t take much more of this, but he was doing it to himself, and he had no idea why. Ugh, there was just something so good and so bad about it, rolling over and running his fingers over his rock-hard, ignored length trapped under layers of fabric, his dreams and his reality mixing together, so close yet so far, just wait a couple more days, you can wait a couple more days, the weekend is right around the corner…
He crawled back to Jimin’s room, clutching the Magic-8 ball and the last shreds of his dignity.
-
“How was the mission?”
Jungkook held up the Magic-8 ball.
“Nice!”
He grunted and shoved the plastic sphere back under him, remaining face-down in Jimin’s bed.
“Uh… You okay, bro?”
Jungkook remained unmoving.
“… Bro?”
-
“I hate you.”
The Magic-8 ball, understandably, said nothing.
Jungkook glared at it. It remained innocently sitting in the middle of his bed, in his apartment with no working air-conditioning unit, which was not a problem right now, but, come summertime, he was going to be complaining every night and escaping to Seokjin-hyung’s house for a sweat-free sleep. The offensive hunk of plastic was completely still, the little circular window revealing the triangular thingy inside it that currently read, I don’t think so.
He squinted angrily at it. “You caused me a lot of trouble. I should throw you away. I could do it right now,” he threatened to absolutely no one because the Magic-8 ball was not sentient. It was just a plastic children’s toy. Jungkook just needed it to know it was hated. “Everyone knows about you, everyone knows it’s all your fault, everyone knows you’re the one that stopped me from–”
His breath suddenly caught in his throat.
From?
Her moan echoed throughout his thoughts, invading everything.
Having sex with her.
That could have been him, in the kitchen. Not Yoongi. Him. That could have been him, leaning back with her hand around his neck, him shuddering as her tongue and lips claimed his chest, him moaning as her mouth covered his cock and slid down her throat, him, it could have been all him, but instead it was his hyung, all because of this dumb black sphere.
It was sexy though.
Watching.
“N-No, it wasn’t,” Jungkook snapped at the Magic-8 ball.
Unsurprisingly, it did not reply.
His heart raced in his chest, remembering every detail. He saw it all. He didn’t look away until he knew he couldn’t hold back his noise any longer. He didn’t want to look away. He didn’t want to back away. He had focused on every detail. Because Jungkook knew he could watch all the porn in the world, but nothing was like the real thing, something he had never experienced himself. Thundering heartbeat, irresistible attraction, need so strong that he almost abandoned the plan and announced his presence, all because…
Because.
“You could feel it,” Jungkook breathed to the air, staring into space. “Passion.”
He wouldn’t say that he hadn’t loved, but there was certainly something he had missed along the way, something he hadn’t thought about, well, how could he yearn for something never knew? He did things because he thought it was right, a good way to express love, and it was, there was no lie there. But it was never like this. Like he was ready to take risks, ready to put his neck on the line, ready to run recklessly into her arms, ready to…
Steal.
Like a robber.
Jungkook turned and stared at the top of his blankets were the Magic-8 ball sat innocently.
It had rolled and hit him in the arm.
The message had changed.
Ask again later.
“I will,” he murmured, picking it up and setting it, circular window down, onto his nightstand, next to his star projector, turning it on and staring at the colorful, artificial, rippling lights as he slipped down into his duvet, landing on his pillows with a flump.
It was quiet, all alone.
Jungkook scoffed.
“I’m crazy, huh.”
The Magic-8 ball was face down, so it was even more unresponsive than usual.
-
Okay. There’s no need to overthink anything.
Jungkook thought to himself as he tugged on the sleeves of his black bomber, revealing the silver chain bracelets on each wrist. Sniffed his black shirt, checking if it was clean for the eighth time. Tucked his black hair behind his ears. Felt it was awkward and flung the ends back out, covering the tops of his ears and brushing against his cheekbones. Then it pushed his hair to the right. Then the left.
Yeah.
It was going great.
Hadn’t even knocked on the door yet. Didn’t even know if she was in her room, although it was very likely. According to Jimin before he left, I saw her come out to brush her teeth and then she wandered back into her room so… unless she jumped out the window, she’s still there.
“Asking the big question?”
Jungkook jumped and his fist flew up.
Min Yoongi raised his eyebrows.
Jungkook immediately put his fist down. “H… Hey, hyung.”
The other male tilted his head, peering curiously at him with a sharp-cat-like gaze. Yoongi was wearing a black bomber jacket as well, although his had white trim and embroidered dragons in silver thread. White shirt with a small logo on the chest, loose black pants with his keys on a chain, hooked to a belt loop.
He ticked his chin to the door. “Feeling lucky?”
Jungkook scratched the back of his head. “Um…”
In his mind, the kiss between his hyung and noona came up in striking detail.
Jungkook felt his cheeks heat and a small tent pitch in his pants.
“You’re pretty persistent, hm?” Yoongi was saying, running a hand through his long black hair. “Lesser men would have given up by now.” He patted Jungkook on the arm. “That’s a good trait to have.”
There was a certain kind of terror as Jungkook glanced at Yoongi’s hand on his arm and Yoongi continued looking at the bedroom door, as if he too had a question to ask the one behind it. Then Yoongi dropped his hand, tucking it in his pocket and turning his head to face him.
Jungkook did his best to swallow his fear as those piercing dark brown eyes landed on him.
“Something wrong?” Yoongi asked in that smokey, raspy Daegu satoori of his.
No. No, not at all.
Jungkook opened his mouth and nothing came out.
Yoongi tilted his head.
He attempted to speak once more. “Where are you going today, h-hyung?”
“Me?” The older man blinked slowly. “Dunno. Wander about I guess.”
Jungkook furrowed his brows, puzzlement eating away at his nervousness. “Why?”
Yoongi gave him a pointed stare.
Then he smiled.
Actually, it was more of a smirk.
Suddenly, Jungkook’s unease came torrenting back.
“See you, Jungkook.”
“W-Wait, hyung–”
But Yoongi was already turning his back on him and the bedroom door was opening.
“Who is having a conversation out here – Jungkook?”
“N-Noona!”
She blinked at him, holding her phone in one hand and the door handle in the other. Wearing black silk pajama shorts and a big black sweater with a white cat face that had angry eyebrows on a rather neutral expression. “Uh, yeah. This is my room. Thought you knew that. This is the twenty-sixth time you’ve been standing here and the twenty-seventh that you’ll ask the question.”
He stared at her; eyes wide.
“You’ve been counting?”
She stared back with an ambiguous, vague expression.
A bird cawed outside.
The front door closed and locked, indicating Min Yoongi was gone, leaving Jeon Jungkook and his noona all alone in a big, empty house in the middle of the day during the weekend.
“… Same question?” she asked plainly.
Wait. She’s been counting. She’s aware. She knows. Of course, she knows. She literally talked about you with Yoongi. What… What’s going on? She… And then the memory of her moan, her head tipped back, her breasts and hard nipples, the ripple of orgasm visibly traveling through her body, down, down to pale hands and black hair, to Yoongi and that could be you, Jungkook. You.
“U-Um.”
She didn’t move, waiting patiently in front of him.
Jungkook reached out.
His fingers brushed her sweater, just under her shoulder. She turned her head, looking down at his tattooed fingers against black knit fabric. Warmth and softness at his fingertips. So close. All this time, so close.
Almost.
His.
“Uh…”
She raised her eyebrows, understandably looking confused as fuck.
Jungkook withdrew his hand quickly. “Erm. Sorry. Sorry, ah.” He shook his head roughly, wincing. “Look, um, I…” He stumbled once more, tongue-tied. “Ah…” Lifted his head, finding he inquisitive gaze, his heart galloping in his chest, absolutely rampant in his ribcage. “It’s rigged, isn’t it? You’re playing around with me and my feelings, aren’t you? You never intended to have sex with me, did you?”
She held his gaze. “What makes you say that?”
He scoffed, feeling something fall down and crush his heart, biting back the sting of pain. “Well, I mean–the ball, Yoongi-hyung and you… anyone can… can tell…” Why? Why is it so hard to breathe? “And… the way… you touch him…”
His words died in the sudden helpless feeling that ate him inside out.
“I touch everyone like that when we’re fucking,” she said gently.
“Hah…” He wanted to believe it, but, no, there was no way that could be possible.
“I’ll touch you like that if we fuck, Jungkook.”
Her face remained calm and collected, and Jungkook felt himself fall apart little by little, crumbling in the eye of the storm, he had come so far, number twenty-seven, come on, if the answer is no, the answer is no, just give it up, I can’t do this anymore, because I…
Her eyes flickered downwards but quickly returned, a sterling resilience in them.
“You didn’t tell me you have those feelings.”
Jungkook felt a shudder shimmer through him.
“You got me feeling like a psycho, noona,” he breathed.
She smiled.
His heart did am uncomfortable flutter and faceplant.
“Ask me the question,” she purred.
Smooth like butter.
What a dainty smile with the perfect hint of naughtiness. He wanted to scream in frustration and triumph, but that would be alarming, so instead Jungkook screamed in his head and asked the question at a normal volume.
“Will you have sex with me?”
He knew what was going to happen next. The door was going to close in his face and she was going to go looking for the Magic-8 ball that wasn’t there. Then he would have to play it cool and–
“I will.”
What.
Jungkook blinked. “W-Wait, don’t you have to get the thing?” he sputtered.
Her head cocked, strands of hair falling down her shoulder. “The thing?”
He made a spherical shape with his hands, wringing them in mild panic. “The cursed ball thingy.” Shook his hands in the air, miming the familiar action. “Then it says no, and you…” Trembling breath, twenty-six memories playing back-to-back on warp speed, making him nauseous in his head. “Y-You walk away from me.”
She raised her eyebrows.
Tipped her head to one side, whispering under her breath. Jungkook caught – I seem to have scarred him, I didn’t think he cared that much, I should have been more attentive, you fool, get it together… Then she jerked her head, startling him and forcing him to snap to attention at her direct gaze.
“I don’t have it.”
“E… Eh?”
She clicked her tongue, twisting her lips to one side. “I don’t have the Magic-8 ball. Dunno where it went. I thought I knocked it over, but I checked under the bed and everything. I don’t know where it rolled off to.” She shrugged. “I’m not one to lose things, especially stuff people gave me.”
He frowned, confused.
“It was a gift?”
Oh, shit.I stole a gift?!
“Yeah, Jimin gave it to me,” she sighed, shaking her head.
Jungkook’s frown instantly evaporated.
There was a silence so barren that it was completely possible for a tumbleweed to blow past.
Jungkook placed his knuckle on his forehead and rubbed a slow circle.
“Jimin-ssi, huh?” he squeezed out between clenched teeth.
“Yup.”
He let out a pressurized exhale equivalent to a small volcanic eruption. “So… if you never had the Magic-8 ball, you wouldn’t…. You wouldn’t have denied me all this time?”
“Mmm, I think I would have changed it to flipping a coin or something.”
He raised his head. A coin? A fifty-fifty chance rather than whatever-the-fuck chance he had going on before? What the fuck?! He was going to murderJimin!
She leaned against the doorframe, looking thoughtful. “I think I would have always added some small element of chance to it, considering, well.” She chuckled softly, smiling up at him.
Thought of homicide slipped away, replaced by that endearing smile with sparkling playfulness, an almost smirk that filled his heart with a weird kind of warmth.
“C… Considering what?”
She gave him a rueful pout. “Considering it’s a little suspicious, isn’t it? Someone as attractive and hot as you, claiming some silly girls said you fucked like a robot? First,” she continued, raising her fist with her pinky outstretched. “You don’t seem like the type to care about what others think about you.”
“I-I-It’s sex! How am I supposed to feel when someone says something like that?” he sputtered, ears burning at her compliment. She said I’m hot! And then, what the, am I a teenager, why am I getting worked up over something like that? Yet his blood pumped harder anyway, excitement and anticipation spurred on by the praise.
She shrugged, ghost of a smirk on her lips. “Okay. Two,” she added, ring finger popping up. Her expression sharpened. “It feels like you only picked me for easy access. Because I live here.”
“B-But Jimin said–”
Her eyes narrowed, piercing.
Jungkook shut up.
Don’t tell her about the nuts thing.
The silence was too long. She scrutinized him silently but then continued, seemingly letting it slide. Her middle finger raised with the other two.
“Three. Seems like you have a noona kink.”
His cheeks felt like they had been thrown into right into a volcano.
“I-I-I don’t – you fuck Yoongi!”
She blinked.
Veeery slowly.
Now Jungkook wanted to throw himself into a volcano.
“… Hyung. Y-Yoongi-hyung,” he squeaked.
Mmm, mmm, mmm. Yes, adding the honorific here will save you.
Her expression contorted a little and her index finger half-raised before Jungkook’s hand shot out and grabbed hers, cramming all the fingers back down to her palm, panic coursing through him, oh my God, this is all going to shit, “Ah, j-just, no more fingers, I’m sorry, yes, I have a noona kink, whatever it takes, I don’t fucking know, okay, it’s not because you’re easy access, it’s because I really, truly, never felt so much desire for a person in my life and you haven’t even touched me, but y-you’re the only one that has never made me want and I don’t know how it happened, it drives me crazy, your…”
His breath caught in his throat.
His fingertips caressed the back of her knuckles.
“Hands.”
His eyes slowly, slowly shifted up, to hers, to a smile with a shadow of deviousness that made his heart race.
“Your hands.”
He held on, maybe the only time he would ever touch her hand after this disaster of a moment. “They must…” he said shakily, squeezing her hand under his. “They must make him feel so good and it’ll never…” He didn’t want to let go, but he had to.
Had to.
“It’ll never be me,” he breathed, voice breaking.
Let go.
Jungkook let go.
Her hand opened and captured his wrist.
His eyes widened.
She yanked him forward, making him stumble and collide, the soft scent of brown sugar and sweet coffee drifting up from the collar of her sweater, his lips parting and her closing the distance, pressing her thumb against his wrist, tracing the silver chain bracelet, her mouth centimeters from his.
“He likes the hands,” she chuckled, seductive and intoxicating. “But mostly Yoongi likes the kiss.”
She pressed her lips to the underside of his lower lip, right at the center.
Jungkook shivered, stunned and jumbled, almost thinking she had missed somehow, accidentally kissing the mole under his lower lip, but there was clear intention, a delicate press of such subtle sweetness that all nervousness inside him crumbled, tumbling onto the contented sigh that escaped from her lips, lost in her touch, the light presses up the side of his mouth, right to his lip ring, her breath shallowing, hitched with threads of arousal that seeped into him too, a puppet to her taste, his inhale extracting from her exhale and then her lips touched his.
She tilted her head and kissed him fully.
It was the varying pressure of tenderness and insistence, as if she was holding back, as if she was so close to breaking and smothering him with desire but she was feeding it to the slowly, building it layer by layer, flickers of tongue and whispers of moans slipping between their lips, her thumb rubbing his palm, her other fingers caressing the back of his hand, multiple sensations like sparks catching fire. Her other hand slipped under his bomber jacket, ghosting over the fabric, the oversized fit keeping air between his shirt and his body, and then she pressed down onto the small of his back, coaxing his body to hers, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.
What.
The.
Fuck.
Her tongue traced the entrance of his mouth, stroking his lip ring, sliding back, breathing in, humming in approval at his scent. Pressing deeply, swallowing his shivering cry. A pleased murmur and she drew back, her eyes slowly opening, smug smirk dancing on her lips.
Jungkook panted, slack-jawed.
No fucking wonder Yoongi broke his own rule. I would murder to be kissed like that again.
“What… What the hell was that?” he breathed, voice slurred and deep, suddenly aware that his Busan satoori was drawn out in as his mind swirled.
“A kiss,” she quipped playfully.
“That,” he rasped, shooting her an indignant look. “Is complete and utter bullshit. Who the fuck kisses like that?”
She smiled, enigmatic and sly. “Me.”
He narrowed his eyes, turning his hand in hers, intending to grab it tightly, but then her fingers slipped between his, intertwining and locking, palm to palm, and he held on tight, forgetting what he was going to say. She filled the silence for him, speaking softly between them.
“You have a nice kiss.”
“I… I do?”
She nodded, leisurely smile and stroking his back. “It’s earnest. Simple. No frills or tricks. Just you.”
He frowned slightly, knitting his brows together. “That… That doesn’t sound very exciting though. It’s nothing like yours, so…” He struggled, finding no word concise enough. “Dynamic. Intoxicating. Addictive.”
The side of her lips quirked up. “No one ever kiss you like that?”
He stared into her eyes, full of mirth and reflecting his wonder. Shook his head.
“Hm. No one ever wanted to fuck you like an animal, then.”
She held his hand, her other on his waist, two dancers attuned to the symphony of passion, her lashes lowering, leaning in again, murmuring his name and he found his lips breathing hers, reaching out himself, hesitant, is this my place, and her lips pressed just under his again, smile to his skin.
“Do you think I was meant to fuck you?” she mumbled.
“The Magic-8 ball didn’t think so,” Jungkook spat bitterly.
She chuckled, her laughter feathering against his chin.
“I really hate that thing,” he muttered. “It was so mean to me.”
“Mmm…” She dotted light kisses on his lips, each one a lingering wish for more, more. “There’s something about the anticipation though, isn’t there? The uncertainty, the wait, the denial, the almost and then the yes.”
Kissing him again and he was lost in it once more, more intense this time, her tongue darting into his mouth, quick and teasing, tugging on his hand in hers, rolling her body into his, layers of fabric preventing the full sensation, but there it was, the anticipation, the uncertainty, the wait, his gasp trapped in her mouth and then the sharp break of the kiss, her tightly sucking on his lower lip and immediately releasing him, sending a ripple of want through his veins, the whine tumbling out of him, the denial, the almost, and her smile, tugging him in her bedroom.
“You’ve never been in here, huh?”
His eyes shifted, seeing the familiar plushies and pastel colors mixed with flourishes of black and strangely cute occult.
“Erm…”
“You think I have too much stuff, huh?” she chuckled, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out her phone, and he started slightly, he must have been too focused on the kiss to even notice she had slipped it in there to hold him by the waist. “When I like something, I get a lot of it.” She placed her phone on her desk, gliding back to him on light steps, standing in front of him once more.
“Ah… yeah, me too, the hyungs make fun of me because I have a lot of Bluetooth speakers,” Jungkook said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “There’s a lot of choice out there.”
She ticked her head, smiling, a little death that tumbled his consciousness into a worrying mix of lust and desperation now that he had a hint of what those lips could do.
Her hand lifted.
Fingertips grazing his jaw.
He almost moaned, but bit it back, keeping eye contact.
“Sometimes there’s only one choice. One-of-a-kind.”
She smirked.
Fuck, I can’t take much more of this, I think I’m gonna cream in my pants if she keeps talking like that.
Her thumb stroked his cheekbone, her smile creeping into her eyes, glittering orbs of sweetness mixed with wickedness, like brown sugar and strong coffee, the perfume drifting off her wrist to his nose. Her middle finger toyed his earrings, the fingernail dragging down the curve of his ear.
“I don’t like half-assing anything,” she admitted, apologies in her expression. “I don’t like giving up, I don’t like giving in, and I don’t like not giving my all.”
Small snicker.
She’s so fucking pretty when she looks a little evil.
“What about you?”
Jungkook smirked back, the thrill of excitement burning strong within his core.
“Me neither.”
She grinned. “That’s good. I promise to listen to you tell me it’s too much.”
“Okay–”
Her hand glided down his jaw and outlined his neck, following the tendons and muscle. He cut himself off, eyes widening, his heart leaping into his throat, transfixed on her exploring expression. The way she looked at him, like he was tactile art, caressing his skin with her fingertips.
Her fingers wrapped around his neck.
He held his breath.
But she didn’t tighten her grip, only loosely holding, her lashes slowly lifting, seconds ticking past and then she made eye contact. Something hazy and dark in those eyes. Her lips parted, lightly licking the side of her lip.
“Sorry,” she breathed out, strangely shallow, and Jungkook found himself hanging onto every word, fascinated by the way she formed them, collected but barely so, keeping him at arm’s length. “I’m not going to choke you. I… wanted to see you like this. For myself.”
That smile, honest with a flair of mischief.
“I know it’s selfish.”
He remembered her hand around Yoongi’s throat, her fingers splayed, her nails digging into that handsome pale neck, owning it, you could own me too, his blood burning hotter, remembering her touch on someone else, and Jungkook looked down at her clothed arm extended towards him, their bodies separated by too much space. His whisper was heavy and laced with lust.
“Does it…”
Looked up, tilting his head, letting his black hair fall over one eye.
“Turn you on, noona?”
So close.
“I want to please you too,” Jungkook murmured.
She caressed his neck, nicking her fingernails against the sides of his neck, making him gasp.
“When did I please you?” she purred, dream-like, her touch, her voice, her gaze, bringing him somewhere else, her other hand dancing up his chest, rippling the fabric against his skin. “Tell me.”
“All the time.” Shivering, watching her free hand pause and rest on his chest, outlining his pecs through the jersey fabric. “Especially when I’m alone.” Her moan ringing in his ears, right there in the kitchen counter, meters away from him. “It’s so sexy, the way you move and sound, like you feel pleasure everywhere and it makes me want to feel it too, makes me want to touch myself and pretend that it’s you taking my clothes off…”
Her hand on his neck tugged and he looked up, blinking slowly, somewhere between memory and reality, but she only pushed him down slightly and tipped his chin up, forcing him in an awkward crouching position to kiss him. Slow, sensual, flicking tongue and plush lips, mumbling against his open mouth.
“Mmm, you’re such a fucking dream, a pretty face thinking such dirty things,” she purred, removing her hand from his neck and he whimpered, feeling lost, but she kissed the side of his mouth, chuckling softly. “Is there more? Tell me there’s more. Make me want you, Jungkook.”
Her hands on his shoulders, pushing down his jacket.
“I…”
She tossed it into her desk chair, taking his forearm and straightening him, running her fingers against the colorful tattoos of his inner arm.
“I see your hands,” he breathed, watching and feeling her fingertips graze the black on his inner elbow. “A-And I imagine them touching my cock. Your fingers wrapping around me and, f-fuck,” he gasped, his face burning, seeing her hand drift, skimming over his black shirt, lower. “I get so hard, it’s so w-wrong, but sometimes…”
She hovered her palm over his erection, so close, her lips against his ear because his head had fallen maybe shame, maybe need to watch, maybe both, he was going crazy, feeling like a psycho, recalling how it felt in the hallway just outside this door, stroking his leaking cock through his pants and edging himself while watching their sex in the kitchen, he was a bad boy, I shouldn’t have done that, but it had just felt so good, so fucking good that he went home and got himself off for real, thinking about it again, dragging down his cum-soaked underwear and pumping his throbbing length punishingly tight, imagining it was her hand and her voice in his ear.
“It’s okay. You can’t help it.”
Her hand pressed into his crotch and he moaned at the feeling of her fingers encircling his stiff length trapped under layers of fabric, his forehead hitting her shoulder, feeling the wet, slick spot already forming underneath the tip.
“Roll your hips. Let me feel you.”
Mirroring himself days before, but instead of his own hand, it was hers. “F-Fuck…” So much better, rubbing him with each rock of his hips, hooking her fingers under the head and squishing the pre-cum against the sensitive skin. He whined and looked up. Instantly, her free hand rose, grasping his chin firmly and gently, and he saw her smirk, white teeth catching the edge of her lower lip.
“Don’t be afraid,” she nudged, sliding a finger over his chin and tugging down. “Make your noises. Talk to me.”
He was going to say something stupid, he knew it, so he simply moaned instead, humping her hand in the middle of her bedroom, with force and with speed, too impatient to wait any longer, not enough friction so he begged for more in small whines, hoping his pleas reached his teary eyes.
“Just like this?” she hummed, twisting her palm from side to side, alternating the pressure and the tightness, keeping him on the edge. “You fuck your hand like this and think about me?”
Think about you?
Jungkook bit his lower lip, feeling the ripple of desire flow through him.
summary: You get dragged into some dumbass shit thanks to your roommate and childhood best friend, Kim Seokjin. What is the Love Roulette you ask? Seven men put their names in a hat and six consenting women draw their names from said hat. You have to date them for three months. Social experiment, yeah? And the last nonconsenting woman? Why, that’s you!
warnings:rated M (18+) for language; friends-to-lovers; fluff / feels / a bit of a slow but sweet burn; agonizing over becoming an adult; smut (fem reader, f-receiving oral, fingering, nipple play, penetrative sex in Yoongi’s studio); non-idol!BTS - blond, music producer, bassist!Yoongi x noona!reader (yes, Yoongi’snoona and it is relevant to the story), ft best friend!Seokjin and a tinybit of Jungkook x reader (alsoplot relevant); OT7 scene at the end
yes, it’s SOWOOZOO Yoongi, Seokjin, and JK there’s a bunch of BTS references, enjoy trying to catch them all
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“I’m not doing this, Seokjin.”
“Wait, wait, hold on, what if I give you – this?”
You turned around to see Kim Seokjin reaching into his cardigan to pull out a fucking finger heart.
You gave him a look that promised you were about to break his fingers in two seconds.
He laughed awkwardly, quickly yanking his hands back into his jean pockets, honey blonde hair fluffing with the quick jerk of his head to back away from your murderous glare. Why were you friends with this lunatic again? Oh, right, because your dad went golfing with his dad every summer and left you two sitting under an awning with GameBoys, praying you two would get along with minimal supervision.
Also, they prayed you wouldn’t tell your mothers.
“Okay, what if I give you a hundred thousand won?”
Your eye twitched.
“Two hundred thousand.”
“One-fifty.”
“Two hundred and I’ll draw out of your stupid hat.”
A muscle in his cheek twitched. “Fine… fine… You’re a fuckin’ loan shark.”
“You’re literally suggesting the stupidest shit of all time.”
The stupidest shit of all time was a cheap, crumpled, black felt top hat that your long-time friend Kim Seokjin produced from his room after he handed you the money from his wallet – dude was fucking loaded; you weren’t sure why he was being a brat about money that you were going to probably spend on buying snacks for his dumb ass, because he was also your roommate and he ate allthe snacks, including yours, hence why you would probably spend the money on him, because you would buy your own snacks and this rather large and broad-shouldered shit would sneak them when he thought you weren’t looking.
Anyway.
This party hat apparently contained the names of all the male friends in his friend group, who were either in unfulfilling relationships or wanted to be in relationships and thus came up with this stupid love roulette idea where the consenting girls they selected would pick the names and go on dates with the guys. Since Kim Seokjin’s life was a fucking K-drama, he put your ass on the list without asking you because you hadn’t responded to his text in two point five seconds.
Why?
You were too busy fucking a guy five years younger than you.
To be fair.
You didn’t knowhe was five years younger than you until you opened his wallet and stared at his driver’s license, and by that time you were taking the condom out of said wallet, so…
Whoops.
Anyhow, six consenting girls and one nonconsenting one.
Seokjin held the hat closed and squinted suspiciously at you.
“Close your eyes,” he barked childishly.
Your eye twitched.
“You have to follow the rules like everyone else!”
“Fucking shit…”
You closed your eyes and stuck your hand out. You heard him open the hat and place it under your hand. You felt around in the fabric, frowning.
“Seokjin, there’s one fucking piece of paper in here,” you growled in annoyance, opening your eyes and yanking your hand out of the hat, the single scrap of rolled-up paper in your palm.
He huffed. “You were the last one to pick. What did you expect?”
“You could have just told me the name!”
He scowled at you. “Of course not. You have to go through the ritual like everyone else.”
“… What the fuck is this, a cult?”
You grumbled and peeled the small piece of paper apart. There was some small, jagged handwriting in the center. You squinted at it.
“SU…GA? SUGA? The fuck?”
“Oh, that’s Yoongi.”
Min Yoongi.
“Why didn’t he just write Yoongi?”
Seokjin shrugged. “That’s his stage name when he’s producing stuff. Maybe he was trying to look cool.”
You knew Min Yoongi. Pale-skinned, usually dark-haired, and stone-faced with deadpan humor. He was the bassist in a band, but his primary work was producing music. He was also a rapper. And yeah, that was about all you knew, because you didn’t really hang around Seokjin and his friends for long, since they did not know the meaning of inside voices.
You frowned. “Wasn’t he dating that chick with the rich parents?”
Seokjin shrugged. “Does fucking without considering her feelings for him count as a dating?”
You rubbed your temples. “Why do you want me to go on a date with him?”
He pursed his full lips. “Well, I don’t, but rules are rules. It’s only for three months.”
“Threemonths?”
-
“Hey, noona.”
You twitched.
“Hello, Yoongi.”
Well, this was fucking weird as shit.
You didn’t usually talk to Min Yoongi, at least not directly. It was typically in the middle of chatting with all of Seokjin’s friends. There wasn’t any need to use an honorific when they were only generally talking and not directly addressing you. And Yoongi didn’t really contribute much to the conversation when you were around. The younger ones did, and you were used to their rather noisy noonas, but you were not used to Yoongi’s deep, masculine, slightly husky noona.
Yeah.
This was fucking weird.
“What year were you born?” you asked. Maybe you weren’t his noona so he could stop calling you that.
“Ninety-three.”
Shit.
Why were allof Seokjin’s friends younger than him? Sigh.
The waitress trotted up to your table, oblivious to the awkward air. “Are you ready to order?”
Yoongi looked up and you saw the instant fluster in her face as he raised his head. His bleach blond hair was pushed back with one spare lock fallen onto his forehead almost carelessly, black brows and piercing dark brown eyes adding intensity to his gaze as he redirected his attention from you to her.
“Just an iced Americano.”
He turned back to you and you saw the glimmer of his high cheekbones, well-kept skin leading to a pretty jawline. There was a small upturn to his upper lip, as If he was thinking, and you saw the slight flash of white teeth as he chewed on his lower lip. You looked away from him, trying not to stare too much, addressing the waitress instead.
“Ah… the peach white tea and coffee cake for me.”
“Iced or hot?” the waitress piped cheerfully.
You pursed your lips and made eye contact. She nearly dropped her pen.
“Iced, please.”
“Y-Yes, right away!”
You frowned as she scurried away.
“What’s with her?” you muttered.
“You’re hot.”
Your eyes flickered back to Yoongi. Maybe you were hearing things. He was glancing at his phone screen, still chewing on his lower lip. He acted as if he said nothing at all. He clicked his tongue and put his phone face down on the table.
“Girl problems?” you asked out loud.
He chuckled. “Nope, just six nosy dudes.”
You could guess who.
Silence.
Well.
Now what?
A quiet settled between you and him. You found yourself doing that bad habit of yours where you flicked your left thumb nail against the ring band you wore on your left middle finger. Absentmindedly, you switched to rubbing the pad of your thumb against it instead, not wanting to nick the sterling silver.
“That’s an interesting ring.”
You turned your hand, pulling it off to show him. It was a sizable onyx stone held by skeleton hands and the band was shaped to look like bones. “Seokjin gave it to me.” You slid it back on, raising your hand, eyebrow, and one side of your lips all at once. “I feel it adds a little extra punch when I do a certaingesture.”
Yoongi laughed, raspy and mirthful as you danced your fingers in the air. “Hyung doesn’t like that kind of stuff though,” he mused, referring to the rather spooky nature of the ring.
You shrugged. “Yeah, but I do, so he bought it for me in exchange for not painting the whole apartment black and putting up the goat head in the living room.”
He cocked a dark brow. “You have a goat head?”
You grinned. “Nah, but Seokjin thinks I do and that’s enough.” You pointed to your other two rings. “This one,” you started, referring to your right thumb. “Is called the Devil and as you can see it is a goat head. Seokjin also bought me this one as a replacement for my goat head,” you snickered, and then pointed to your right ring finger. “And this one is called the Fool.” It was a skull with a jester’s hat.
“Hyung gave you that one too?”
“Because I’m an idiot and I don’t know anything.”
Now Yoongi raised both eyebrows.
“Just kidding, I bought this one because Seokjin is an idiot and doesn’t know anything.”
You started laughing, shaking your head as you remembered telling Seokjin that you bought something to always remind yourself of your best friend and then his excitement promptly turning into immediate yelling as you showed him the ring.
He chased you around the apartment for fifteen minutes straight. Never caught you though, even with those long legs. You were far too nimble and clever to be caught by him.
“Told him it represented him. He was not pleased,” you managed to get out between your chortles, left hand over your mouth, your fingertips on your dimples that only peeked out when you were highly amused and Seokjin was highly amusing. You glanced at Yoongi and felt your laugh fall away a bit.
Fuck, he had a breathtakingsmile.
“Always a good idea to decorate pretty hands.”
Now your laughter actually died, heat rising to your neck.
Yoongi said it very casually, making the listener question if he was serious or not. In this case, the listener was you and you almost didn’t believe he said anything at all, but that smile turning into a smirk was telling you otherwise, showing off a flash of teeth and gums as the waitress bustled back with your drinks and your cake, interrupting the moment and your speechlessness.
-
“How was your date?”
Seokjin shrugged, nonchalantly, trying to seem casual. “Okay, I guess? I was flustered, she was flustered, my first words were ‘Your boobs?!’ and–”
You held up a hand. “Hold on a second, what?”
His ears promptly turned red. “Er, I had a good reason, there was white powder all over them…”
You blinked.
Seokjin blinked very fast.
“What?”
He coughed abruptly, ears still bright red. “She said was it was flour, said she had been making breakfast, but I guess she forgot to brush it off, I don’t know–”
“Be honest. You thought it was cocaine.”
Seokjin did this thing where he most certainly did think something, but he wasn’t willing to say it out loud, so he just wiggled in place and made his hands dance while the tiny chunk of his fluffy honey blond hair flapped around in the sprout he had it in. His head looked like a golden apple.
“So, let me get this straight, instead of saying, you have something on your shirt, you said, your boobs?!”
He continued doing the wiggling hand dance.
“Mmm-hmmmmmmm…” you hummed.
Seokjin dropped his hands, quickly changing the subject. “What about you? How was Yoongi? Boring?”
You rubbed your thumb against the base of your left middle finger. “Hm, it was kind of nice. But we mostly talked about me. I asked about his work, but he didn’t seem to want to get into it.”
Your roommate puffed his cheeks. “Ah, yeah. He’s having a creative block, I think. He didn’t tell anyone, but he was being really crabby when he was hanging out with us and Hoseok got it out of him. I don’t think he likes admitting he’s stuck, hah.”
You recalled Jung Hoseok’s cheerful demeanor and heart-shaped smile. “Oh, huh. Hoseok does seem like the kind of guy that could talk to someone about that kind of thing.”
“I think that’s why Yoongi’s not really interested in relationships that much, because his head is somewhere else. I’m sorry that he’s not trying.”
You frowned, thinking back to that smile turning into a smirk.
“I don’t think that’s it…”
-
You tapped your finger against your cheek.
Seokjin stuck his head into your view from the right.
“Thinking about younger dudes again?”
Your eye twitched. You put a hand on his face and shoved him out of view.
He showed up on your left.
“Because you should stop fucking younger dudes if you’re going on dates with Yoongi.”
You placed a hand on his face again and pushed him away. “I’m not thinking about younger dudes, fuck off. I don’t have sex younger guys on purpose. It just happens.”
Seokjin popped his head above you and gave you a pair of huge, disbelieving eyeballs. You squinted angrily back. His eyebrow raised; brown orbs skeptical. You clicked your tongue at him and he retreated, settling down on the couch in front of you.
“Did Yoongi cancel on you again?”
You shrugged. “Said he was working on something and that he was sorry that we had to reschedule.”
Seokjin looked unconvinced again, but this time it wasn’t directed at you. “He should at least pretendto care,” he scowled.
You shrugged again. “I mean, maybe he doesn’t like me.”
“I don’t care whether he likes you or not, he agreed to this, so at least attend the damn dates!”
“Wow, very nice way to put it,” you replied dryly.
He waved a hand impatiently. “Besides, don’t be dumb, Yoongi has said before he would totally bang you.”
You raised an eyebrow.
Seokjin seemed to realize what he said and dropped his phone right on his dick.
“Ow!”
You burst out laughing.
Your best friend wheezed, scrambling around to grab his phone before he gingerly rubbed his crotch, wincing as you continued laughing, you falling over on the armrest of the couch and clutching your sides as Seokjin snapped at you, voice rising to shrill rap levels.
“Yah, you think this is funny?! I could have died! I could be childless and all you’re doing is laughing at my pain, so mature of you, you insensitivejerk!”
You snorted and shook yourself free of your laughter, smirking widely. “Why would the topic of banging me ever come up in conversation with you guys?” you redirected, bringing him back to the reason of why he almost crushed his own nuts.
He made a pained squeak, eyes shifting. “Er, well, he was complaining about the whole thing in general, saying he didn’t really wanna date any of the girls we brought into the love roulette thing and then Taehyung made him pick one out of all of them, that if he had to close his eyes and fuck, which one, and Yoongi scoffed and said, that’s easy and I wouldn’t close my eyes.” Seokjin stuck his tongue out in distaste at the memory. “Never have I been more mortified hearing your name.”
Oh? Kim Taehyung would do something childish like that, forcing someone to choose on the spot. Still, it seemed Yoongi had chosen rather easily, or at least that’s what it sounded like. Seokjin fumbled around his phone and typed into it. Your phone pinged with his message.
“Here, just show up at his studio. Dude should at least spare an hour talking to you or something. Whatever he’s doing cannot be that important.”
-
The door unlocked with a beep and a shaggy blond head stuck out, blearily blinking at you.
“Huh? What are you doing here, noona?”
Please stop saying it like that. It is disturbing me for some reason. You waved your hands around, mimicking your annoying best friend.
“Something, something, uphold the integrity of the love roulette, my name is Kim Seokjin and you will listen to me or I will lock you out of this apartment and never let you back in, even though he’s the one who asked me to move in with him because he’s too cheap to pay the full rent on his own even if he is fully capable of it.”
You finished by flapping your arms and rolling your eyes.
“Anyway, I’m here now. We can just talk. I can’t go back until at least an hour has passed.”
You saw Min Yoongi chew on his lower lip. He was bare-faced, in a large gray t-shirt and black track pants with black sandals. “Ah…” he started before sighing. “I could take you somewhere nicer than–”
You waved a hand. “This is fine. I like watching people at work. Provides insight into their interests.”
He gave you a strange look and tilted his head. Then he backed up and held the door open for you with an apologetic smile.
“To be honest, I’m not really working.”
You stuck your head in the studio space and saw the pile of crumpled paper and a notepad with a pen, surrounded by empty coffee cups and torn open snacks, as if he had only sampled one from each and put them back down. There was a gray sofa next to the door that looked like it had seen many a comfy nap. The table on the other side of the room was quite large, holding a monitor, keyboard, and various other things that surely had to do with music, but you weren’t informed enough to know them. Amps shoved under the table and against the wall. Speakers and television above the monitor. But that’s not what got your attention.
It was the wall of bass.
Okay, it had guitars on it too, one acoustic, one electric, and two bass. Actually, there almost seemed to be a third, but there were no strings on it and it seemed to be purely made out of wood. You tilted your head, stepping inside to look at them, but Yoongi touched your arm.
“Ah, shoes off…”
“Oh, sorry.”
You reached down to unzip your boots and step out of them, hearing Yoongi close the door behind you. You looked up again and wandered off to the far wall, looking at the instruments. The cases for them were stacked neatly in the corner. The acoustic guitar was black. The electric was white, turned cream with age, the metal plate scratched with use. One bass was a dark amber color with a marbled texture. It was also a bit scratched. The other bass was pure black with hints of crimson inlaid into the wood grain, giving it a dark appearance. This one seemed newer.
“These three are recording ones,” Yoongi said softly behind you, pointing to the first three. He pointed to the black and red one. “Show one.”
You pointed to the wooden one on the floor. It had an interesting shape to it and it was quite large.
“This one?”
Yoongi let out a puff of air. “Supposed to be a custom make. But I don’t have the money for it right now to get it painted.” He clicked his tongue, seemingly disappointed about it.
You squatted down and tilted your head to inspect the details.
“I’ve never painted wood before,” you murmured. “Only canvases and paper. I guess a bass would be even more different than a décor piece, huh, considering it needs to be durable and stand up to constant use.”
“You’re interested in art? I thought you were a medical records clerk.”
You laughed, standing up and brushing off your long black-and-white check flannel shirt that you were wearing as a dress. “I am, to pay the bills, not because it’s my lifelong passion,” you replied, looking over the wall. “I’m interested in a lot of things. My problem is that I can’t maintain interest in things, so I try not to invest in them. I find that I feel satisfactory at the first results I get, so I never try to achieve more. It’s a bad habit.”
“Jack of all trades, master of none?”
You didn’t respond for a moment. Then you looked at him, blond, fluffy-haired Min Yoongi, watching you curiously like a cat with his pointed, dark brown eyes. Dedicated musician.
“I think I lack an interest in life in general,” you sighed, looking around the studio. “That’s why I like watching people enjoying their interests.”
Yoongi chuckled dryly, ending with a sigh and running his long fingers through his hair. “Right now, I wouldn’t say I’m enjoying my interests…” he mumbled, kicking aside a balled-up piece of paper. It hit your ankle, grazing your sock.
“Seokjin said you were experiencing a creative block.”
He scowled and went to the office chair, spinning it around and slumping down into it, his blond hair ruffling. You could sense his tiredness, although it didn’t seem purely physical. Yoongi looked past you, to the wall of instruments.
“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t interested in music.” He scoffed a little, glancing at you. “You think that’s stupid, huh? For me to spend all this money and time, only to sit on my ass for hours throwing paper around and wishing I didn’t want to do it.”
You shrugged, sitting down on the sofa. “I don’t really have an opinion.” You looked around you at the four walls and the frosted glass door. “I’m not really the kind of person to spend hours on something. I give up easily, which might be just as bad. The fact that you’ve even been here doing nothing is impressive to me.”
Yoongi raised his eyebrows disbelievingly.
You pointed to his instruments. “The fact that you even play bass is intriguing. It’s often overlooked as an instrument.”
He snorted, clearly annoyed. You paused before continuing, sensing that Yoongi was about to do something. He abruptly stood up and walked over to the wall, taking the amber bass off its hooks and came back, sitting back into his chair. He didn’t say anything to you, just started playing. You sat patiently and listened to the bassline of ‘Seven Nation Army’ by The White Stripes.
“That wasn’t played on a bass, Yoongi.”
His sharp eyes shot to yours, narrowing.
“That was played on a guitar tuned down an octave.”
He stopped, placing his palm over the strings. “What?” he hissed.
You shrugged. “Yeah.” You pointed to his keyboard. “And a lot of famous basslines are played on a keyboard or synth bass.”
“Now, of course,” he snapped. “Charlie Puth’s ‘Attention’, Bruno Mar’s ‘24K Magic’–”
“Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller’ and ‘Billie Jean’ as well.”
“You’rejoking.”
“I am not.”
-
“Where the hellhave you been? It’s been five hours!”
“Oh, hey Seokjin. Hold this for a second.”
Kim Seokjin made a face as you handed him a large heavy bag and you leaned over to pick up the thing wrapped in beige canvas fabric beside the door. His eyes widened as you hoisted the item and walked into the apartment with the wooden bass body.
“The fuck? Isn’t that Yoongi’s?” Seokjin blurted, kicking the door closed and following you.
“Yeah, he asked me to paint it.”
“You can paint?”
You placed the body on the kitchen table and took the bag from him, taking out the supplies inside. Wood sealer, sandpaper, gloves. You frowned, thinking.
“Apartment might smell weird for a couple days.”
“What… What is going on?” Seokjin sputtered, looking at the mess that you were slowly making as you laid everything out. “You suddenly paint guitars?”
“Bass.”
“Okay,bass, but this doesn’t make any sense,” he cut in, smacking the table. “Yoongi barely trusts us to touch his instruments! Why… how could he trust you to paint that bass body that I know he spent months saving up for? You don’t know anything about stuff like this.”
You shrugged, pulling out your phone. “I can look at up.”
“Butwhywould he trust you?”
You paused, tilting your head. You furrowed your brow, thinking.
“I don’t know,” you finally admitted. “He just said to do it.”
-
“Why would you want to know these things?”
Yoongi was sitting beside you on the sofa after you had indeed proved to him of the famous but impostor basslines. You shoved your phone in your pocket and shrugged. “I like knowledge. I just don’t do much else outside of that,” you said with a soft chuckle, placing a hand on your cheek. “I’m too busy being dragged into Seokjin’s grand master plans and ideas, so I guess I just invest my time into people rather than a hobby.”
“Hmm.”
Yoongi’s eyes drifted to his desk.
“I don’t invest in people much. Just music.”
He let out a little puff of breath.
“People are disappointing.”
“Yeah, Seokjin’s kind of a fool, but he usually makes dinner, so I guess I have to compromise.”
Yoongi burst out in his raspy and deep laughter. “Hah, it’s funny when you talk down to hyung so nonchalantly, noona.”
You twitched a little at the honorific. Your eyes shifted and you caught his gaze, realizing he was watching you, smile dancing on his lips. You raised an eyebrow at his expression. The smile was slowly turning into a smirk.
“What?” you finally asked, breaking the silence.
Yoongi spoke frankly. “He told me you like fucking younger guys.”
Your eye twitched. “I don’t know they’re younger most of the time. I usually find out later,” you muttered, waving a hand.
“Hmm. Why? More vigorous?” he prodded.
You made a face. “What am I, a vampire sucking the life force out of youth? No.”
Yoongi leaned forward, pushing back half of his blond hair so he could look at you and raise his dark eyebrow, searching your face for the answer. “You’re attracted to immaturity?”
“Psh, if that was true, I would have dated Seokjin a long time ago.”
Yoongi nodded, placing his chin on the back of his left hand, that small smile still there, musing for a moment. He hummed, looking you up and down.
“Then….”
Those dark brown orbs examined you and, for some reason, you felt that he was about to hit the nail on the head. You weren’t sure how you knew. You just knew.
“Because you don’t want to feel that you’ve become an adult.”
Silence.
You breathed out slowly, staring into those pensive, cat-like eyes.
“Hm,” you tutted, clicking your tongue. “It’s not that anything has changed since I graduated.” You stuck your tongue into your cheek, contemplating. “The same routine every day – work, hang out with Seokjin, sleep, work, hang out with Seokjin, sleep. All I did was replace school with work. At least school had finals and summer to break up the time. Now it feels like the time just runs together into a muddled puddle.”
You heard his presence shift beside you and you grasped that you had lost focus for a moment, snapping your head up to see Yoongi leaning forward, peering at you curiously. So close you could smell his scent, not cologne, but perhaps his laundry detergent. Or maybe it was just Yoongi, smelling a bit like a newly printed book and a little woodsy. Clean. He tilted his head. From here you could see how his pink lips were moisturized, but over-bitten, chewed at unconsciously. His fair skin seemed to glow along with his bleached hair, giving him an ethereal appearance.
“Noona.”
The way he said it, husky and deep, was highly unsettling.
Mostly because you found yourself utterly speechless.
“You said you like watching people at work.”
He ticked his head, giving you an open-mouthed smirk.
“I think you gave me a good idea.”
-
You tilted your head, frowning.
“Do I have to sand it?”
“Ugh, it stinks!”
Seokjin walked past your and flipped open the window, sucking in a vat of air.
“Ah–”
“Let’s move the table next to the window so I don’t get high off whatever the fuck you’re doing,” Seokjin complained, practically picking up the table on his own, and you panicked a little, grabbing the wood sealer and sandpaper before it could roll off. “Oof, heavy…”
“Be careful–”
“I am! What, you think I want to ruin your project? Hell no! Yoongi would torch my nuts off for messing with his bass and his fuckbuddy.”
You blinked at him as Seokjin set the table down, rolling out his broad shoulders.
“I haven’t slept with Yoongi.”
He jerked, honey blond hair flying. “What? You’re kidding me. You must’ve.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Huh? Why?”
Seokjin raised his hands, frowning. “Uh, because he’s actually in a good mood for once? Men are usually in a good mood when they’re getting laid.”
“Is that why you’ve been in a good mood lately?”
He blinked very rapidly.
You blinked back.
“Seokjin?”
He coughed, exaggerated and dramatic. “What?”
“Did you sleep with ‘your boobs’?” you asked, very calmly and very matter-of-factly.
Seokjin did this thing where he did not want to respond to you, and instead wiggled in place and made his hands dance awkwardly. His ears were turning very red.
“Uh… hah…” you mused, clicking you tongue. “Was it nice?”
He coughed again.
“You dying?”
He waved a hand and squinted at you angrily. “Well, I ended up doing a lot of work, but she’s cute, so…”
“You like doing work.”
“I really do notwant to talk about that package you opened three years ago where you did indeed find out I like doing very specific kinds of work,” he hissed at you. “Do not bring that up again.”
You nonchalantly shrugged. “I wasn’t trying to. You did.”
Seokjin winced, realizing his mistake. “Ack…”
“I’m not judging you.”
“I know you’re not…”
“I didn’t sleep with Yoongi, mostly because he was showing me how he makes songs.”
Seokjin blinked rapidly, but this time in surprise. “What? Yoongi?” He placed a hand on his chin, frowning. “Wow, really? Yoongi doesn’t like showing his stuff until it’s done.”
“I wouldn’t know. He said I gave him a good idea.”
“Yah…” Your roommate looked impressed. “You got him out of his creative block? Just like that?”
“Well, before that we were arguing if ‘Thriller’ had a real bass playing the bassline, but it doesn’t, it’s a synth bass–”
“Do you speak Korean or what?” he teased.
You gave Seokjin a look between, choose to get your nuts kicked or run away.
He scurried into the kitchen with a hasty wave and you went back to Yoongi’s bass.
-
“I think you’re super hot.”
“I think the same about you.”
“Hm.”
Min Yoongi smirked, ticking his aviator sunglasses down. You looked back at him, holding the can of dark blue lacquer paint. His blond hair was slicked back again, with a spare lock sticking out over his exposed forehead. That small smile was on those lips again.
“What?” you finally asked.
“I expected more of a reaction,” Yoongi hummed in that deep voice of his. “But I’m glad you responded the way you did. It’s better.”
You chuckled, picking up another can of a slightly lighter cobalt blue, but still dark. “Hm. I’ll admit I didn’t think you’d talk to me like a university kid.”
Yoongi chuckled. “Isn’t that what you’re into? Younger men?”
“I could use these cans as a blunt weapon, you know.”
“Not if you find me super hot.”
That unsettling shiver travelled up your spine before he said it.
“Noona.”
You stared at the ingredients of the can as if those chemical names meant jack shit to you. Slowly, you raised your head, removing your eyes from the blue paint and found dark brown orbs framed by blond strands and black brows watching you curiously like a cat. He had removed his sunglasses, holding them loosely in his hand. Your hands felt heavy even though you wore the same three rings every day. Your body felt hot even though you were wearing a floaty white shirtdress belted at the waist and white sneakers. The air conditioning was on at full blast in the store.
There was no reason to feel heavy and hot.
Yoongi leaned in and his forehead touched yours.
“I like this blue better,” he murmured softly, pointing to the other can in your other hand.
Your heart was beating so fucking fast.
“I need both,” you whispered softly, feeling the softness of his hair brushing your forehead. “I’m going to try to do a gradient effect. Black edges and blue center. When I build it up in layers, it will hopefully look more multi-dimensional.”
Yoongi’s eyebrows rose. “Oh?” You heard his smirk more than seeing it, your gaze caught in that reflective spark that suddenly appeared in his eyes. “I like that idea.” He wasn’t backing away, but he wasn’t trying to force you to stay in place. You could take a step back easily. Yoongi nudged you lightly with his forehead, and you felt it again, even before he said it in that raspy, soft, husky tone of his.
“Hey, noona.”
You swallowed hard.
“What?”
You heard his small smile.
“I’m glad you’re maintaining interest in this little project I’ve given you.”
You thought that was it. You almost relaxed.
“And me.”
Then Yoongi closed his eyes and gently pressed his lips to yours.
-
“What happened next?” Seokjin asked excitedly, clutching his white alpaca plush and bouncing on the kitchen chair as you laid out the cans of paint, praying your idea wasn’t stupid as fuck or, rather, that you wouldn’t execute your idea stupid as fuck.
“Nothing,” you snapped. “We were in the middle of the store. What did you think we did, fuck?”
Seokjin shrugged, pursing his full lips in knowing doubt. “I mean you said you fucked that guy with the tattooed arm in the back of that bar.”
Your hands stopped moving, suddenly tense. “That was in the bathroom and it wasn’t that public.”
“You could sneak into the bathroom again. What was the bar guy’s name again?”
You cleared your throat. “I forget.”
“No, you didn’t, you bonehead,” Seokjin scowled, bonking you on the head with his alpaca. “You always remember every guy’s name because you stare at their driver’s license and that’s how you find out they’re younger than you.”
“I didn’t look this time.”
“Liar. You said before you opened his wallet.”
“His license wasn’t in it.”
Seokjin jerked his head back, raising his eyebrows so high they disappeared into his honey blond bangs. “Yeah, sure, he wouldn’t bring his ID to a bar. What do you think I am, an idiot?”
“A fool,” you corrected automatically, holding up your right ring finger.
Seokjin bonked you repeatedly on the head with his alpaca.
“Ack…”
Your eyes shifted side to side quickly, avoiding his gaze.
He stopped, frowning.
“What? Do I know him or something?”
The doorbell rang.
Seokjin yelled over his shoulder. “It’s open!” He rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to you. “As if I don’t know you’re coming, Jungkook…”
Then he stopped moving, brown eyes widening like saucepans.
The door opened and a cheerful voice was heard, bounding in after kicking off his shoes.
“Hey! Are you ready to go bowling, hyung? I’m gonna kick your ass today once again!”
Seokjin was staring at you.
You were trying not to look at Seokjin.
Jeon Jungkook popped up next to you two, wearing a short-sleeved olive-green shirt and torn-up olive pants. Black-haired, tan skinned, chisel-jawed Jeon Jungkook with a bright smile that matched his eyes that was slowly turning into confusion. Vibrant and cute Jeon Jungkook who also happened to be five years younger than both you and Seokjin.
Oh, and also.
Had a right arm covered in tattoos.
Jungkook blinked quickly, looking from you to Seokjin, not understanding.
“Eh?”
Seokjin was pretty forgetful. He only remembered details of conversations when he was in continuous chat, but afterward, he usually didn’t walk around trying to make connections and put two and two together. He just didn’t think life was a jigsaw puzzle he needed to assemble.
And, well, neither of you acted any differently after certain, er, events happened.
“YOU FUCKED JUNGKOOKAT A PUIBLIC BAR?”
-
“I heard you fucked Jungkook at a public bar.”
Your eye twitched.
“Was it nice?”
You coughed, scratching your cheek. “Something like that.”
Min Yoongi leaned against his desk and smirked. “Oh. How interesting.”
You stuck your hands in the pockets your black denim jacket and sighed. “This was before the love roulette, thing, okay? And it was one time.”
“Yeah, but you knew who Jungkook was, so you already knew his age.”
You clicked your tongue, narrowing your eyes at that shaggy blond head of hair and amused smile. “So what? He’s an adult. I’m an adult.”
“So you admit you go for younger men on purpose.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose, wincing. “Yes, we established I have this weird dislike for being an adult even though I am one, thank you for reminding me.”
“It’s not that weird.”
You lowered your hand, rubbing your thumb against the base of your left middle finger, onto your silver ring. You looked down at Yoongi sitting at his recording studio desk, wearing an oversized black t-shirt and loose pants, chin resting on the back of his hand, elbow on the tabletop. He lowered his hand to drum on the table with his fingertips.
“I think you’re right. Being an adult sucks ass.”
You blinked slowly, thumb stilling.
“And fucking someone younger than you is completely reasonable, considering you’re incredibly hot.”
You weren’t sure if he was just saying complete horseshit or actually validating you in some strange manner. His face was just too neutral to tell. Still, Yoongi frowned and placed his palm on the surface of the desk, seemingly selecting his next words carefully.
“Thing is, I’m kind of pissed, honestly.”
He stood up and you raised your eyebrows as he cocked his chin, looking down at you now because of his height. Yoongi stuck his tongue in his cheek and narrowed his eyes.
“Jungkook? Just because he’s the youngest?” he asked, walking towards you and making you take a step back. He took another step and your backed up, his head tilting as he continued speaking in that deep, husky voice of his. His face is completely indifferent despite his words. “Or what? Because you find him sexy? Sexier than me?”
The back of your knees hit the sofa.
Yoongi stopped advancing.
That unsettling shiver shot right down your spine and you somehow already knew what was coming next.
“Or,” he purred. “Is it because he calls you noona?”
You didn’t say anything.
Mostly because you couldn’t.
-
“Hey, noona.”
“What?”
Jeon Jungkook smiled against your lips, cradling your face in the bathroom stall like this was happening in his bedroom and not in the back of a bar.
“Did you know you shiver when I call you that?” he whispered in between kisses.
“Y… Yeah…”
His tongue traced your lower lip sensually, staring into your eyes. “Does it turn you on?”
“Yeah…”
He kissed you again, pressing his hard body into yours. “You know what turns me on?” he murmured, slowly unbuttoning the long black shirt you were wearing as a dress.
“What?”
He leaned in, sliding his right hand into your shirt and your bra, squeezing your breast with his hand and pinching your nipple with two fingers as you gasped in his ear, his lips on yours.
“Knowing that you like it so much when I say it, noona.”
-
You found your teeth sinking into your lower lip, chewing slowly.
Yoongi reached up and teased it out, pressing his thumb into the fullness.
“Don’t do that,” he murmured. “It’s a bad habit.” He half-smiled. “I would know.”
It wasn’t justthe word. Honorifics were simply remained as honorifics if the person saying them wasn’t attractive to you. And even if they were, it usually depended on the tone and inflection of it. It needed to have that little edge of teasing without sounding arrogant or overbearing. And the voice saying it mattered. Deep. Slightly raspy. Husky.
Yoongi smirked, flashing the side of his teeth and gums.
“Hey, noona.”
You sucked in your cheek, narrowing your eyes. You had to force yourself to speak.
“What?”
He ticked his head, blond strands curling around that glowing cheekbone.
“I asked him the kinds of things you liked,” Yoongi purred. “Wanna fuck?”
-
“You’re working so hard on it.”
You rubbed your shoulder, staring at the blue and black body of Yoongi’s bass. “I just want it to look almost like brushstrokes. I have this image in my head. Like a painting.”
Seokjin rubbed your other shoulder. “Still, I’ve never seen you work so hard on something. It’s not even yours. Is he paying you?”
You snorted. “Of course not. How can I charge him when I have zero experience?”
“Looks cool already though,” Seokjin said, poking your cheek. He smiled affectionately, taking the time to correct the loose strands of hair hanging over your face before going back to massaging your shoulder. “You are talented when you apply yourself.”
“Ah, shut up.”
-
“Heh, just kidding.”
Yoongi took a step back, shrugging casually, hands in his pockets.
You narrowed your eyes. “I’m not.”
Then you reached out and curved your arm around him, placing your hand in that light blond hair, and yanked Yoongi back, his scent back in your vicinity, like new book pages and fresh woods, clean and memorable, bringing his lips to your lips, your thumb on the base of your left middle finger, pressing into that silver band, and Yoongi’s lashes were lowering, leaning down to meet you, his whisper ghosting your lips.
“I’m still a younger man,” he teased.
You clicked your tongue, tangling your fingers in his hair.
“Shut up, Yoongi.”
And you kissed him, his smirk against your lips for only a half-second before he was kissing you back, and it made you breathless, simply breathless at the intensity of it, nothing like that quick softness at the store, but closer to a sudden euphoric rush, your thumb falling from your finger to instead encircle his waist and slide up against his back, pulling him to you and Yoongi was already matching you, his large hands on your waist and deft fingers dancing up your sides, tongue teasing the side of your mouth, making you chase it, chuckling as you growled, forcefully pulling his body to you, flipping open your jacket so it was his t-shirt to yours, two thin layers keeping you apart.
“Hey,” Yoongi murmured against your lips and you could tell the words about to come out his mouth were not going to be sexy ones. “Tell me what it means to be an adult.”
Your brow twitched. “It means for some dumbass reason I still want to fuck a guy who would rather ask philosophical questions than put his dick in me.”
He chuckled and you opened your eyes to his smirk as he pushed you down onto the sofa. “We can still talk about your plethora of wisdom while I’m fucking you.”
“I can’t say I wantan existential crisis while getting dicked,” you muttered irritably.
Yoongi’s fingers traced your chin, cocking an eyebrow, dark brown orbs glittering with amusement. “You sure you’re not going to have an identity crisis since I’m not youngenough for you?” he drawled, snickering.
“Oh, for fuck’ssake, Yoongi,” you growled, pushing your jacket off your shoulders. “I can’t even think when you use a simple ass honorific with me and no one I’ve ever encountered has ever done that to me in my entire life.”
You froze, realizing what you just admitted, your eyes widening and staring up at him, blond hair covering part of his dark brown eyes. Expression unreadable, still holding your chin loosely, shapely pink lips parting. Shit. Your pulse was racing against his fingertips, thundering in your ears.
Yoongi’s thumb slid up and pressed against your lower lip.
He exhaled deeply.
“I can’t…” he mumbled, leaning in. “Really think that well around you either, noona.”
You almost jumped as his lips pressed against yours, startled that Yoongi admitted anything at all, and clearly right to your face and not left ambiguous like every other time, although at the moment his lust was not even remotely ambiguous as his tongue slid between your lips, coaxing yours, his hands sliding down your large t-shirt, fingers grasping the hem and forcefully yanking up, groaning softly as he grabbed your thighs, squeezing hard, kissing you deeper before breaking apart, forehead to forehead, his blond hair feathering against your cheeks.
“Fuck,” he hissed, clutching the softness and spreading them apart, kneading them strongly between his fingers. “Fuck, your legs are so fucking sexy. Fuck,” he continued, teeth sinking into his lower lip, looking down at them, watching the way his fingers sank into them, sending shivers up and down your spine as his nails dug into your skin, the plushness standing out between his long digits. “Fuck, I just want to shove my dick between then and get off like that.”
He let go and you gasped as he slapped his palms on the outside of your thighs and forcefully pushed them together, moaning at the sound of them hitting each other. His thumbs slid inward, following the line of your joined thighs.
“Right here, fuck…”
You wondered if he somehow forgot you were still there for a second before his eyes suddenly locked with yours, lower lip popping out from between his teeth.
“Gonna eat you out right now,” he whispered in that low, raspy tone.
“Oh, uh…”
That was about as coherent as you could get as he dropped to his knees and you hurried to yank down your panties, Yoongi taking over and pulling them down off your legs, tossing them onto the couch carelessly, scooping his hands under you to grab your ass and yank your heat to his face, already dripping for him, his satisfied sigh warming your inner thighs as he leaned in, open-mouthed smirk on his lips.
Dangerous eye contact.
“Can’t wait to make you feel good,” he purred, ticking an eyebrow.
You felt an embarrassing clench even before he said it, a little teasing and playful.
“Noona.”
His pink tongue slid out and he lowered his head, rendering you breathless in seconds, not just from the lewd gesture but from the contact of tongue to your soaked pussy, licking up and down in long elegant strokes, oh, fuck, warm, soft, but also pressure, dipping into your slit and humming with pleasure from your muscles tightening. Your head tipped back as he slowly fucked you with his tongue, your hand naturally travelling up and pushing his blond hair away from his face, looking into those cat-like eyes, his black pupils expanding as he observed your reaction, somehow still seeing the smirk in those eyes. He angled your hips more to his face and leaned back a little, letting you watch his tongue slide in and out of you, not exactly deep but fucking hot as hell, and ten times better with his smug expression.
“Y… Yoongi, fuck…”
He chuckled and retreated his tongue, glossy from your juices and his saliva, raising an eyebrow.
“Let’s move to the main stage.”
You had maybe a second to appreciate Yoongi’s blond hair tangled in your fingers with his self-satisfied smirk and pink tongue covered in you before he dove in again, the wet muscle smacking your clit. You hissed a little, bucking your hips into his face, and his hands rose, grabbing your thighs and shoving them onto his shoulders, bobbing his head up and down, flicking his tongue against your clit and sucking, you finally getting the hint and pressing your thighs against his cheeks, rocking your hips into his face and he moaned into your core, pleased with your addition to his work, looking up at you through his lashes, throbs of ecstasy heightened by his scorching gaze, one of your hands in his blond locks and the other holding your shirt out of the way to see everything, your shoulder blades pressing into the back of the couch and your ass in his strong hands holding you in place, his skillful tongue and lips driving you insane.
“A—ah, Yoongi…!”
Fast, hard, tight, wet, shivers at his touch and the pressure, so close, so close, almost aching with need, and it was like Yoongi was listening to every hitch of your breath, every moan, chasing the ones that your made when the pleasure was the highest, until the pleasure was the only thing you could feel, eyes rolling back, hips rising into his face, squeezing his head with your thighs as you came with a sharp cry of his name, tense flinches sliding down your body and into his mouth, his tongue pressed flat to your clit to feel every strong pulse of your orgasm, his moan of your name trapped between your own legs.
The tension in your shoulders lessened and you fell back against the sofa, but Yoongi raised your ass even higher, dropping down to drink your cum, his contented hum vibrating through you and making you leak more onto his face, your gasps filling up his studio as he buried his tongue into your folds and sucked hard, your hips knocking into his chin and nearly falling over yourself.
Yoongi, however, remained firm with his grip.
“Okay, I get it, you’re fucking amazing at eating pussy, fuck…” you panted, releasing his hair and anchoring yourself, your ass literally in Yoongi’s hands now, trying not to tip over from the shaking pleasure. You caught his eye, narrowing yours as you noticed the gleam in them. “What?”
He raised his chin and your cheeks heated, seeing your juices glistening on his skin.
A different kind of glow, all right.
“You taste delicious,” he said, grinning.
“Well, I do, but when you say it like that, you sound like a vampire,” you muttered, looking away and wriggling out of his grasp. He helped lower you, but before you could reorient, Yoongi closed the distance, kissing you again, forcing you to taste yourself, stealing your breath and your senses, lured by a sweet and soft tongue, falling into the kiss that tasted like him and you, his hands pushing your shirt up, up, fingertips dancing over your skin to his melody, falling, falling, back into the couch, Yoongi towering over you, his hair like a gilded curtain shrouding your cheeks, breaking the kiss only to yank your shirt up and over your head before immediately returning, hungry and intense. You felt one of his hands slide under your bra and you reached up impatiently to unhook it and fling it aside, moaning into his mouth as he kneaded your breasts, running his fingertips over your hard nipple, smiling at your reactions.
“I like your sounds,” Yoongi chuckled, nipping at your lower lip. “Soft but impatient. So sexy.”
“Yo–”
But before you could finish, you cut yourself off with a gasp, feeling his fingers slide down your stomach and rub light circles onto your throbbing clit, captured by his lips again. You raised your hips to his touch, but he was already doing it, two fingers sliding into you, inhaling in your exhale, his thumb stroking your clit as he slowly thrust in and out, his name whimpered into his mouth, Yoongi, fuck, and yours breathed into your mouth, just one more, I want to feel you in my hands, rolling your nipple between his fingers, your hiss for him to be rougher and his small smile against your lips.
His lips, trapping you in a heated kiss, his hand, pinching your nipple, the other hand, two fingers deep and his thumb coaxing your clit, fast and forceful, far too masterful with his hands, doing two things at once, playing you like his instrument, and with that thought you tipped over the edge, somewhat indignant with yourself that you just mentally compared yourself to Yoongi’s bass, but soon the pleasure was too much and the thoughts melted like butter, waves rushing up from your core, making you break away from Yoongi’s kiss and moan loudly, the lewd mix of your voice and the squelch of your orgasm pouring onto his palm soaked by the soundproofing, accented by Yoongi’s little huff of triumph, sighing as he felt your walls clench around his fingers powerfully.
“F-Fuck…”
“Right now, I think,” Yoongi mused.
You clicked your tongue as he grinned, slowly pulling his fingers out. He yanked his shirt over his head and you reached over to your jacket, only to feel Yoongi smack your thigh to get your attention. You stopped and shot him an annoyed look.
“What?”
You caught the condom he threw at you. You raised your eyebrows, surprised that he had one prepared. Usually, you were the one who had to take charge of safe sex.
Yoongi snickered. “What? I’m old enough to take responsibility for my own dick.”
You scowled.
Until he yanked his pants and underwear down and you saw his very beautiful cock pop out.
“What are you looking so shocked for? You’re completely naked,” Yoongi chuckled, kicking his pants aside. “Why wouldn’t I be hard?”
“I… wasn’t really expecting you to have such an attractive dick.”
Now he raised his eyebrows and you felt you neck heat, realizing that you once again spoke before thinking. You almost looked away, but he smirked, just a flash of teeth and gums, light blond hair messy and wild, and you felt the anticipation rise within you again, staring deep into those dark brown cat-like eyes.
“So sorry that you can’t just sit here and stare at it, because I’m going to put it in you…”
You were already tearing open the condom, cheeks on fire, but still somehow very much wanting to hear it from anyway that deep, husky, masculine voice.
“Noona.”
The age difference wasn’t even that much, but, fuck, did it do things to you.
It took no time at all, Yoongi taking the condom from you, rolling it down, one hand taking your leg and pressing it to his chest, his wordless question of, ready, and your glare of, put your fucking dick in me now, his irresistible smirk at your reaction, and both of you moaning deeply as he sank in, centimeter by hard centimeter, fuuuck, filling you up as you constricted around him, making him work for it, letting him feel it all, his other hand snaking up to cup one of your breasts, flicking your nipple, and you growled and rolled your hips into him, smacking into his crotch. Yoongi sucked in a breath, glaring through wispy strands of blond, but then his expression changed into one of slyness.
Uh…
Yoongi leaned down slightly, your leg pressed to his abs and pecs, roughly tweaking your nipple, making you gasp with his touch and his expression.
“Fuck me back,” he ordered in a low snarl.
You clenched your jaw and slapped your hips up as he smacked his down, biting back your groan at the intensity, not fast but wholly satisfying, Yoongi playing with your nipples and gripping your thigh, thrusting into you at a steady pace, gaining depth and power from you meeting him, the loud slaps of skin to skin paired with the squish of your wetness, your breathing shallowing into pants, chasing it, chasing him, his melody and his passion, heavy and hot and wanton, so good, fuck, his cock was just so, so fucking good with the way he fitted into your tightness and it was made even better because you were giving back to him as much as he was giving to you, Yoongi’s eyes watching you and you watching his, lost in him and him lost in you, all because Kim Seokjin paid you two hundred thousand won to draw out of a crumpled party hat.
Damn, Seokjin, it really is awesome to be your friend.
“I should thank hyung for his childhood best friend choices,” Yoongi chuckled, saying exactly what you were thinking.
You grinned. “Somehow I think he would be very proud to know we’re talking about him during sex.”
“Better him than philosophy questions according to you,” Yoongi teased, releasing your nipple and planting his hand on the sofa, leaning down to give you a swift kiss, practically bending you in half, quick but blissful, only to reposition himself above you, cocking his head, his voice a purring drawl.
“Think you’ve worked hard enough. Let me reward you.”
And then your hands flew to his shoulder and hair, gasping at his strength, holding on as he really began to fuck you, hard and fast and rough, the smacking sounds getting louder and deafened by the soundproofing so no one on the outside could hear, but inside it was a fucking porno, one of your legs hooked around Yoongi’s waist and the other on his shoulder, your nails digging into his shoulder and scalp, his smirk above you, blond bangs bouncing. The sofa was hitting the wall repeatedly, his cock burying deep inside you and your pussy squeezing his entire length, savoring it all, his labored breathing, his murmur of your name, the sound of him entering you over and over, wanting it, needing it, needing him, completely invested and not sure how to get out anymore, all because Yoongi was looking at you with too much lust, too much fondness, too much interest.
“Y-Yoongi…”
Your name coming from those lips just sounded so, so good, like your favorite song.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he panted.
Coming from someone much younger than you, it might have sounded disingenuous and insincere, but coming from Yoongi it sounded like the highest praise in the world, mostly because of the conviction behind his tone.
Then, the side of his lips quirked up.
Shit.
“Noona.”
You clenched your jaw, but it was too late, too fucking late because you toppled over the edge, tremors of pleasure shooting up from your core, leaving you lost for words and thoughts, nothing but the tumbling fall of orgasm overtaking you, squeezing your thighs around Yoongi’s body and your pussy around his cock, dripping all over his crotch and balls, the smell of sex heavy and sweet. Yoongi groaned, fingers sinking into your thigh and gripping it tight as he thrust into you once, twice, and a sharp hiss of your name, his stiff cock twitching and jerking inside you, spilling into the condom, matching your shivers of pleasure, struggling to catch his breath just like you.
“Shit…”
“F… Fuck…”
You both panted heavily, staring at the ceiling, relishing in the aftershocks.
“Maybe we should have more philosophical discussions,” you mumbled through wispy pants. “Maybe then we’d be a lot more eloquent while fucking.”
Yoongi snickered, hugging your thigh affectionately.
“Whatever you want, noona.”
You eye twitched involuntarily.
“On second thought, shut up, Yoongi.”
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“Working hard for your man?” your best friend teased as you bent over the now blue and black bass body, hair tied up and wearing a mask. The window was open and a warm twilight breeze was drifting in, sunlight orange and fading. You spoke without looking up.
“’Your boobs’ showed up looking for you.”
You heard Kim Seokjin scowl. “She has a name, you know.”
You recalled the name tag pinned onto a uniform that did indeed seem to contain some massive tits.
“Yeah, I don’t remember. Anyway, she asked me if you would rather go to that new cryptozoology exhibit or the arcade and I told her you don’t like arcades because you almost lost your nuts once at the air hockey table.”
“THAT WAS YOURFAULT!”
You shrugged, deliberately forgetting about hitting the puck so hard that you nearly removed Seokjin’s ability to have children. “I told her to get the tickets and that you’ll meet her at the museum on Saturday at three in the afternoon.”
Your roommate coughed. “Well, I can go earlier, I’ll just–”
“No, you are not canceling your dentist appointment. I told her to be extra nice to you because you’re going to the dentist and you don’t want to be a liar, do you?”
You looked up and Seokjin is making a face that stated he very much wanted to be a liar.
Hmm.
“Also, I told her that she could stay the night, but I can always come back from Yoongi’s and interrupt you while you’re getting your dick sucked.”
Seokjin frowned and grumbled under his breath, shooting you an annoyed pout.
“You’re a big meanie, you know that? Of course, you do. Meanie.”
He shuffled away, but not without sticking his tongue out childishly before whipping his head around the corner.
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“Damn, that’s the second sexist thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Thanks.”
A pause.
You made a face.
“Second? What’s the first?”
Min Yoongi smirked and raised an eyebrow, not replying.
You narrowed your eyes at him and turned back to the thing you had set on Yoongi’s studio sofa, partially unwrapped from the canvas fabric. The glossy bass body gleamed, now finished with the black border and dark cobalt center, mimicking brushstrokes like a painting, and you thinking of all the hours spent over these three months. It was weird, seeing it done.
“I’m sorry it took so long,” you mused, nodding to yourself. “Work, dates, sex.”
“I’m not complaining, noona.”
“Shut it.”
Yoongi ignored your snappish response and reached out to run his fingertips over the shine. “Damn. It’s going to look so fucking sick fully assembled.”
“Didn’t you say you found someone to do it?”
Yoongi grinned, removing his hand and pushing back his blond hair. “Mhm, and it’s much cheaper since it’s painted now.”
“Ah. That’s good.”
Silence.
“You maintained interest in it.”
Your eyes traveled over the curve of the edge, remembering your panic when you found a bubble had formed, using hours and careful sanding to smooth your mistake out. “I did.”<
drabble: ‘not allowed’ series; fluff pairing(s): est. poly relationship yoongi x reader x jungkook
You can’t plan everything in life, but there are some things, surely, that stay consistent - people that will always help face what comes. That’s what you are to Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook.
He did that thing with his expression, the playful narrowing of his eyes and the spark to his smile, the thing that was so subtle and yet so very him. For a moment, it was quiet, staring into those dark brown orbs and him into yours, a sudden reflection of all the time between you and him, all the different personas you had seen grow and change, SUGA of BTS, Agust D, Min Yoongi. He used to say he was envious of you for living a ‘normal’ life, but you reminded him that sometimes you had to hide in bushes or pretend you were HYBE staff, acting like a criminal undercover is not very normal, Yoongi, to which he responded with an annoyed squint, but that was life. There were all these normal things and then there were the abnormal, unique things that made each person an individual.
Yoongi happened to have a lot of abnormal, unique things that made him a very strong individual.
“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so ready to do so many reckless things,” he chuckled.
You waved a finger. “That’s not true. You’ve met Jeon Jungkook.”
He laughed then, a familiar, lovely sound.
Time had moved fast and slow all at once. It felt as if you had only just met Yoongi and simultaneously known him all your life, so ingrained in your lifeline that it was hard to imagine not knowing him.
“You are the perfect companion to have a journey with,” he said softly.
You could see he meant it, and it was strange, the sheepishness you felt and slight awkwardness, all of it mirrored in his expression as well, because neither of you were very good at that kind of talk, maybe after a few drinks or over text or in the middle of the night when the edges of the world seemed a little hazy, during the darkest time right before the dawn where all possibilities were born. Most of the time you and him relied on gaze, on simply reading him and him reading you.
But sometimes.
Sometimes you needed to say it, because that made it all the more real.
“I’m been on this journey with you for a long time,” you said to him. “Would be a real shame if I chickened out now when we were just getting to another very good part.”
“Aren’t you mad at me for packing my schedule now?” he joked, tapping his glass.
“Not at all. Your English sucks,” you teased, even though secretly you thought his pronunciation was very impressive… and attractive. How could someone who claimed to not know English very well annunciate so beautifully? Surely, suspicious.
Surely, not allowed.
“Besides,” you exhaled, pouring him a little more despite his raised eyebrows. “I think it’s good. It reminds me of back then, when you worked so hard to be seen and now you’re working hard to see yourself. That’s important and I never want you to feel like you are being held down by me.” You nodded to yourself, thinking deeply about it. “Even I, too… there are many things I’m interested in, although not nearly as cool as your things.”
“You could join Pilates with me.”
“That’s true, your ass is definitely pop like trouble,” you replied. Respectfully.
“On second thought, I practice in the HYBE building, I don’t think we can.”
“Ah, that’s too bad.”
A silence like a comforting melody. You watched him and he noticed mid-sip, looking back.
“You guys are so cool. I’m glad to know you and the rest of the members.”
The edges of his jaw were getting flushed. You wondered if it was the alcohol or the flash of embarrassment. Stop that, those eyes said. You read him easily. There was magic in that, not being able to hide from each other, handing him the proverbial pen to write your story and him handing it back, an adventure among ink, a book in memories.
You grinned at Min Yoongi.
“Books are always more fun when there are twists and turns in different parts.”
-
“How many mattresses is too many mattresses?”
“One more than your heart desires.”
He grinned, the flash of white teeth and amusement etched around his bright eyes, the mole underneath his lower lip peeking out to play. “The hyungs say you’re a bad influence on me, noona. You always tell me to do whatever I want.”
You snickered. “Good thing you’re the idol, because I would probably drive HYBE bonkers.”
Jeon Jungkook tilted his head at you, playful and with all the mischief of the Golden Maknae. Shirtless and laying on his stomach, looking up at you curiously. There was a time where you thought he was very different from you, but lately you had been feeling it was the opposite, that actually there were all these qualities that you shared, consciously or unconsciously, and it was a desired problem to have, loving Jeon Jungkook too much.
“Why do you say that?” he questioned.
“Well, firstly I don’t think the company would enjoy my excessive swearing–”
Jungkook laughed. “We can edit that out!”
“Secondly, I don’t think HYBE would enjoy all the sneaky, half-nakey pictures I would want to take of you.”
His round, big peepers went wide. “You would do what?” he gasped dramatically, acting as if he couldn’t believe it even though you were prettysure there was a very interested sparkle dancing behind those shaking dark brown irises
You waved a hand, playing along. “I’m just sayingI could take some very artful photos for your IG, that’s all. We don’t have to expose any bits.” You bounced your eyebrows. “You seem to want to do that on your own.”
“Itold you, that was an accident!”
You placed your hands together in mock prayer and looked up to the ceiling. “Thank you for your hard work, button-nim.”
Jungkook shoved you lightheartedly and you laughed, rolling about in a ball for a moment. This. It was these moments, this time in a bottle, not the same as the years with Yoongi, but just as meaningful. A different kind of depth, a breathlessness that you savored, tipping your head and finding his lips, stopping time with softness and a hint of silver ring, and you realized that you, too, had changed, somehow an impossible to a possible, somehow a hope in a different universe becoming reality in this one, and that was so weird to think about that, years ago, young you would have never thought that you would taste the magic of Jeon Jungkook’s kiss.
There’s nothing like us.
Also, young you would be gagging at the thought of being this mushy but Jungkook did that to you, this was all his fault for being so earnest and wonderful to love. Surely, he must be stopped.
Surely, not allowed.
He grinned against your smile, unstoppable.
“I always feel better when I see your face.”
“Kind of hard to see it when you’re all up in my business.”
Jungkook closed one eye and brought the open one very close to yours, brushing your eyebrow with his eyelashes to be both annoying and cute. You licked his underlip mole and he backed up, laughing. It was short-lived though, his expression softening, looking down at you.
“I… I just always feel like I can do anything when I know you’re by my side,” he breathed, soft and light.
“That’s because you can do anything,” you chuckled, reaching up to tuck part of his black hair behind his ear. “You’re just a little lazy sometimes. I understand.”
Jungkook leaned against your palm and you stilled.
“I always think I can be better,” he sighed ruefully.
“Everyone can,” you murmured softly. “But imperfection is also perfection in its own way. Without it, you wouldn’t have the guts to run forward, right?”
That little roguish spark danced in his eyes. “You sound just like him.”
“You mean he sounds like me.” You stuck your tongue out, bantering with the absent Yoongi.
“Maybe you should write lyrics.”
“Definitely not.”
“Could be fun,” he nudged. “You have lots of cool things to say.”
“I have a whole lotta nonsense to say. That can be your job to make sense of it.”
“That’s plagiarism.”
“I’m not looking for royalties, I’m only looking for–” You abruptly cut yourself off.
Jungkook raised his eyebrows. A very Kim Seokjin-esque face. He did learn from his hyungs after all. You remained tight lipped. He wiggled his eyebrows, making them laugh at you.
“For?” He dragged out the word, reaching out and dragging you to him.
summary: Just you and Min Yoongi. Sitting in a car. Rain crashes down. The dark sky turns darker, giving way to the night. He asks you to listen to his sound.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; friends-with-benefits; mild angst; using sex as a coping mechanism; mentions of past D/s smut (sub!Yoongi including forced orgasms, anal vibrator usage, choking); fluff honestlyromanticew; smut (fem reader, car sex in a rest stop parking lot, biting / scratching / marking teeny bit of Yoongi ass appreciation, nipple play, handjob, fingering, cumming onto your stomach, cum eating, f-receiving oral); non-idol!AU - long-black-haired, music producer!Yoongi
highly recommended to listen to seesaw (demo ver) while reading this, it makes everything so much better.
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Rain.
“It’s really coming down, huh.”
“Yeah.”
A bolt of white lightning cracked through the black sky, eating through the darkness, only to dissipate into the clap of thunder. It wasn’t fully dark yet but it seemed like it was with the heavy clouds swollen with nature’s tears. A torrential downpour, soaking anything and anyone underneath.
“Maybe you should pull over for a bit.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“You can barely see. It’s just a flash thunderstorm. Couple minutes and it’ll die down.”
“Hah…”
He was reluctant to do so. You could tell by the furrow of his brow and the small sigh, but he relented, pulling into a rest stop. Filled up on gas, frowning under the awing with his hands shoved in his olive parka pockets. You caught his eye and he smiled a little, the curved line blurred through the glass covered in droplets.
You stuck your tongue out at him.
He raised an eyebrow.
You extended the muscle as far out as it would go, practically to the bottom of your chin.
Min Yoongi narrowed his eyes, unamused.
The pump clicked, indicating it was done. He turned and put it back. Pressed the final buttons to complete the transaction. Screwed the tank cap on and closed the cover, wringing his hand and flicking off the excess water. Yanked the car door open and scattered rain over his seat, falling down and snapping the door closed, one word under his breath.
“Ass.”
“I like yours and you like mine. Equivalent exchange.”
“Ready to go?” he asked, ignoring your true statement.
“Just pull into the lot and we’ll wait a little.”
He did so, peering at the closed doors and dark lights of the diner next to the gas station. Clearly nobody there. The start of a zombie film, probably, except there were other cars getting gas and someone attempting to change their tire in the rain.
“Man, I would wait…” you muttered.
Yoongi shrugged. “Maybe they’re in a hurry.”
The sound of rain, falling down, down, down. It created a drumming rhythm with the thick, fat drops hitting the car roof and across the windows, blurring everything. Yoongi reached over and turned the key, turning the car off instead of leaving it on idle. It wasn’t too cold.
Just a lot of water.
Yoongi frowned, his long black hair looking damp and hanging by his eyes, staring up at the black clouds.
“Doesn’t look like it’s gonna let up.”
“Water doesn’t boil any faster if you’re staring at it.”
He turned his head to face you but you had already leaned in close, anticipating his annoyed expression. Flashed a smile. Gave him a quick kiss and Yoongi kept his face neutral, struggling not to react.
You gazed into his dark brown eyes, not saying anything.
The rain fell down, down, showering the world around you, and you listened to his breath. Slow, steady, his pink lips parted. Admiring all of him, every curve, line, even the stray strands of black hair slipping down, creating shadows over his cheekbones. The shape of his face, eyes, lips. The way the dark world made his face seem like it was glowing, the contrast making his fair skin stand out.
“At this rate, we don’t need to go see the ocean. It’s being dumped down on our heads.”
Yoongi half-smiled. “It’s pretty much the same thing, mhm.”
You wondered if he was afraid.
Searched his eyes and there was a distance there. Hah. On one hand, unsurprised. On another, slightly annoyed. You backed up, not wanting him to notice your observations. He shifted. You felt it in the air, his unease, his silence, his inward struggle, but you pretended not to notice, settling back into the passenger’s seat and watching the rain, leaving a small smile on your lips.
Rain or shine, push or pull, up or down, anything or everything.
You couldn’t wait forever, but you could wait a little longer.
“I…”
You waited.
“Do you want to hear the latest track I composed? It’s only a rough draft. No lyrics yet.”
I’m sorry, he was going to say. But you were tired of hearing I’m sorry and Yoongi knew that. He was tired of saying it. But saying I’m sorry was a lot easier than saying I’ve figured out how to patch my torn-up heart.
You turned back to him, nodding.
“I want to listen to it.”
He looked back, looking for the lie, and you held his gaze, letting him see there was none. And now you could see it yourself, see that this wasn’t any old track that Yoongi wanted you to hear, his teeth gnawing at his lower lip, slowly reaching back to get his phone in his pocket. Taking his time. You noticed his hands, brushing them against his black pants and reaching over to turn the screen on. His lock screen was him with his dog sleeping on top of his chest. It had changed from the sunset landscape that he had for the longest time.
That sunset landscape photo that he had taken a long time ago, with someone else by his side.
Yoongi unlocked his phone with his thumbprint.
You looked away, not wanting to invade any longer. Chewed on your lower lip. Pushed your hopes down, because there was no reason to place stakes on uncertainties and assumptions. And besides, you too were playing around to some extent. Everything just for fun, for sport, not believing in anything.
He said he wasn’t that serious and you agreed to that.
It only became hard because you were beginning to think Yoongi was more than casual, more than a silent player, more than the shallow pool of emotions he let on. Just friends, but friends don’t know the way you taste. You thought you could wade through. There was no reason to get too deep into such a shallow pool of water.
The rain fell down, down.
You heard the sound of soft rain on greenery emitting from his phone speaker.
Crickets.
Piano.
Synth.
Friends don’t feel the things you let me feel.
Your eyes shifted and you found Yoongi leaning over to set his smartphone into the cupholder to aid the acoustics. Black hair hanging down, pulling his hand back and rubbing them together. Not quite looking at you, ticking his chin to his phone. Outside, the rain barreled down, but inside it was soft, slipping into piano notes and dreams, blending with the hum of crickets during a summer night, and you could see it, the shadow of Yoongi’s profile diligently leaning over the keyboard, working late to turn his emotions into music, bleeding them out to patch up his torn-up heart.
You listened to his words, each one trapped in the melancholy melody.
Piano, synth, strings.
Wishes, uncertainty, begging for decisiveness.
It faded out and then began to play again.
“I leave the default on loop,” Yoongi murmured, reaching forward. “Just to test the replay value of it. See if it’s catchy enough to listen to over and over.”
You stopped his hand, closing your fingers around his.
Cold in your warm hold.
“Let me listen again.”
The sky darkened, day rapidly slipping into night, but you didn’t pay attention, instead holding Yoongi’s hand and listening to this individual track. The storm only deepened it, the strike of light across the clouds and the harsh bass of thunder, and you held his hand, sliding your fingers down, your palm to the back of his hand, your fingertips caressing his, smiling as you felt the calluses caused by his guitar.
Yoongi didn’t pull his hand away.
He curled his fingers inward to cover yours, stealing your warmth.
You let him.
You weren’t a music producer like Yoongi. Just an avid listener and attentive to details, especially his. You listened to the song and to his body, humming with nervousness, trying not to show it, his hand still but his muscles on edge, and you turned your head, raising it, finding his movement mirroring yours, his long bangs sliding back and revealing those dark brown orbs.
Wary curiosity, afraid of what he might see.
You let go of his hand.
His breathing stilled; exhale trapped.
You reached up and tucked half of his black hair behind his right ear, the rest falling over his left eye. Pale skin from late nights, the shadows of insomnia in the form of dark circles. His olive jacket rumpled. White shirt underneath wrinkled. Simple black athletic pants in a half-assed attempt to look somewhat decent. Clean at least.
“What do you think?” Yoongi asked, his low voice turning his whisper into waning smoke.
He tried not to show his scars, but his music was giving him away.
You leaned forward and kissed him.
Lips to lips, inhaling softly. Stealing his breath, and he gasped involuntarily as your fingers traced his jaw, pulling him to you, sliding your tongue between his soft lips. Slow, finding his tongue, warm, glossing your fingertips over his cheek, passionate, layering the moment. Tongue, lips, touch. Breathe, sigh, tilt of your head. Deeper, detailed, varying pressure and lustful murmurs accented by falling rain and Yoongi’s melody purring below your bodies.
You felt his hand reach out and reach between the flaps of your oversized charcoal gray hoodie, clutching your dress, his long fingers curling into red plaid with buttons down the center, tracing the circle shape with his fingernail.
A beat to catch your breath, his taste lingering.
“Your sound,” you whispered between his lips and yours, faint in the dripping darkness, lashes lifting to see his half-lidded gaze back at you, both of you trapped in this buoyant bliss. “In all forms, speaks to me.”
His voice like faded stars, barely breathing and coursing with scars.
“What do you hear?” Yoongi asked.
The tips of his hair brushed against your cheek, his head leaning against yours and yours leaning against his, wishes, uncertainty, begging for decisiveness. A delicate shiver as your lips touched once more.
“Possibilities,” you breathed.
And neither of you could bear to discuss what that could mean, for then it would be too real and too revealing, wrapping yourself instead in his lips and the sound of rain, your hands on his chest and his on yours, kiss after kiss, the storm coming down, down, piano keys and trembling synth, tongues curling and his scent in your nose, pushing him and he pushed back, his hair against your face, shaking exhale that you drank with greed, running your fingers over his chest, only thin jersey fabric separating his nipples from your nails.
You toyed with them, savoring his swallowed moan.
Haunted by the up and down, the never-ending seesaw of not wanting to be the one that ruins it all, and when it came crashing down, Yoongi and his torn-up heart wandered into your path, looking for it to be ripped out so he didn’t have to feel anything anymore.
You assured him, I can do that.
You pushed his parka down his shoulders, splaying your hands over his collarbones as he undid the first button of your dress.
Everyone thought Min Yoongi didn’t feel anything. Thought he didn’t care, thought he didn’t have anything to say because he was so quiet, thought he was comfortable in his silence, but they just weren’t listening o his voice, because his voice wasn’t in words.
But in body.
Breath.
Music notes.
He gasped into your mouth as you let one hand slide up into his hair, curling your fingers into the soft, thick waves of black, a comforting darkness, trailing your other hand down, following the rain, trickling your caress, soft lips and tilting your head to extend your tongue farther, thrusting into his mouth as his tongue pressed against yours, savoring your insistence, open-mouthed smirk pressed to your kiss.
The first, yeah, okay, wild and rough but no big deal, so the next time, be rougher, I know you can be, seemed out of character for him, but you obliged, grabbing his right arm and pressing it into the small of his back, pinning him down to your mattress, your other hand in his hair, fistful of black locks as you slammed his face down into the sheets, his squirming hips in between your thighs, his hard, leaking cock smearing pre-cum all over your sheets as the anal vibrator assaulted his ass, pressed deep to hit the spot that ruined him the most. Lifted his head, pushed it back down. Took his breath away and gave it back, surfacing from suffering only to be thrown down into the inescapable pleasure once more until it was over.
I thought you were gonna fuck me.
That was way more frustrating and rougher, wasn’t it?
Yoongi clenched his jaw then, relenting in his mess of pooled cum soaked into your sheets.
You figured, that’s enough, he’s not gonna come back, but you were wrong.
It must have been a very bad night, because he was trying to hide the alcohol on his breath and shielding his torn-up heart with a tough exterior, what? I’m not thrown off because of last time. You’ll need to do more than that. It was bad to think of doing things like holding him and asking him what was wrong. He was using you as surely as you were using him, siting on his dick, rolling your hips defiantly slow, pussy clenching his entire length, keeping him at the cusp of pleasure with your hand around his neck.
Yoongi looked back at you then, glassy eyes and biting back his whimpers.
Wishing for help.
You looked back, wordless, helping him by shattering the memories with pain and pleasure, working him from above and then from below, ramming your hips up into his and constricting him with your tightness until his knees gave out and, even then, you smacked your hand into his heaving chest, holding him up and fucking him until he came.
Uncertainty as you held him then, him accidentally falling asleep in the middle of cleaning up.
You let him sleep, because it seemed like he hadn’t slept for days.
You didn’t push his hair out of his eyes though. This wasn’t that kind of moment. This wasn’t what he wanted. What he wanted was his torn-up heart to be ripped out, so you let him be, leaving the distance between you and him, leaving those faded stars for eyes, letting him go when he wanted to be let go, stumbling out your door with his apologies.
Stop with the I’m sorry. You don’t have to say that to me, you know.
Back and forth, push and pull, up and down.
Yeah… Okay. I get it.
Rain cascading down, and now Yoongi slipped his fingers into the space created by opened buttons, stroking your skin underneath, teasing you by flicking the band of your bra, chuckling as you bit his lower lip, sucking on it harshly to get your message across.
The next time. And the next. Each time, you held him a little closer, a little tighter, a little longer. Between clenched jaws and your hand over his mouth, those dark brown eyes like faded stars that seemed to flicker with brightness every time you pushed him to the edge, the countless barrage of sensations shattering old memories.
I started making music again.
They were few and far between, these types of conversations. Oh? That’s good. You are music.
Was does that mean?
Your relationship with music is precious, you had told him. You belong with music and music belongs with you.
You broke the kiss and yanked his head back by his hair, shooting his low moan up to the ceiling of the car, tasting the vibration with your tongue against his Adam’s apple, his cool fingers slipping under your bra, pushing it up and wrapping his fingers over the curve of your breasts, a fingertip on your nipple, pushing it in a circle. You pulled down the collar of his shirt, pressing your lips to the bone, licking the pocket in between connected muscle, soft on flesh, sharp on skin, alternating kisses and biting, sharp sucks to mark his delicate fairness.
This was his idea, driving to the ocean, staying for a couple days. Random shit like that, going here or there, fucking in remote places or semi-public places, whatever he was feeling, trying to convince you with his calm demeanor that he was feeling nothing.
Then you would touch him and listen to his body.
You used to think, it’ll be quick, it’s just a person, people get over people, but it was not people or a person Yoongi was trying to get over. You realized between kisses, between gasps, between moans.
He was running.
He pinched your nipple and you sucked in a breath. Moment of hesitation and Yoongi swooped in, his other hand in your hair and pulling your head back, the sting of pain while your fingers remained tangled, but he didn’t seem to care, his head dipping down, mirroring bites and kisses, running his tongue over your throbbing skin, blood pumping strong under his agile tongue. Rain pouring down, blending with piano and the sounds of visceral sensuality, catching the gasps in your throat as Yoongi rolled your nipple between the rough pads of his fingers, squeezing, rubbing, manipulating the angle of your head.
It was hard to run from yourself, but Yoongi had help in your touch.
His hand slipped from your hair and he pinched both nipples, tugging up and making you hiss.
“It’s awkward,” you got out between gritted teeth. “With the seats.”
He let go and nudged you even though you were already moving, climbing over the center.
“Nice ass.”
Yoongi smacked his palm on your ass cheek and squeezed, satisfied at the way his fingers sank into the softness. You snapped your hips to the side, falling into the backseat and glaring.
“Get yours back here.”
The side of his mouth was quirked upward and, even in the rain and the blurred lights of the gas station, you could see the arrogance in it, climbing over the center as he shed his jacket, throwing it into the driver’s seat. His phone continued playing the instrumental track continuously on loop, the sound filling up the car as the outside remained a sea of pelting rain.
You shrugged out of your hoodie, no longer cold in the heat that was you and Yoongi.
He lowered himself, halfway on top of you.
You pulled up his shirt, carefully untangling him from the confines in the tight space.
It was unfair to put expectations on something that was clear from the beginning, so you did not, but there were still those nights, humid nights accompanied by open windows, and you looked out, bed empty, wondering if he looked up into the darkness too during those late sessions in his studio, his hands poised on his keyboard, trapped in his emotions so he bled them out over the keys and into melodies.
You would place your hands on the windowsill, looking up at the moon, the playful mirror of the sun, toying with its rays even as the sun hid on the other side of the earth.
You wondered if Yoongi looked for that light too.
You knew it was bad to think it, but.
You and him.
It could be so good.
Wishes, uncertainty, but you pushed it all away, wondering when would be that last time you would hold that hand scarred by music, wondering about that heart torn-up by others abusing his kindness, letting him hide behind an unfeeling shell and harsh words. You weren’t bothered by it because you understood it. Instead, you focused your energy on each time being worthwhile, knowing it might be the last time.
But you saw it, the way music patched up his torn-up heart.
Yoongi leaned down, black hair ghosting over your temples. You tipped your chin up, blowing a thin, steady stream of breath into his open lips, sensing his shoulders stiffening, low moan bubbling in his chest. Piano, synth, strings. Your fingers trailing along the elastic waistband, tugging down, tangling his knees in his pants and his boxer briefs. Falling rain, whispering darkness, barely any cars now. He sucked in a tight breath, your fingers spreading over his ass, sinking your nails into his flesh and dragging down, down the sides of his thighs, blossoming pain and thin pink lines, barely visible in the low light.
It was an addictive melody.
Your crept your fingers back up, one by one, dancing on his skin. Stroking it over the curve, tracing his hip, v-line, waist, breathing in his staggering exhales. Dug your nails in again. Dragged down. Pain in his hitched breath, but refusing to jerk his hips forward, resistant to giving in.
“Yoongi…”
A drifting, delicate soundwave of a whisper, calling him as much as it was intoxicating him, his erratic breathing exposing him despite his calm response.
“Touch my cock.”
His knees were ensnared by his pants and underwear.
You curved your hands inward, splaying them on the insides of his thighs.
“Not yet.”
You scratched him there too, harsh in the sensitive area, hearing Yoongi hiss and then an unwilling groan break out between gritted teeth, his knees hitting the backseat.
“F… Fuck…”
You pushed his clothes down more and he slid forward, his hard length hitting the inside of your thigh, smearing pre-cum onto your skin. His hand sank down between your bodies, unbuttoning more buttons, before attempting to slide his hand under the fabric.
You snatched his hand, stopping him.
“Unbutton it all.”
Yoongi growled, eyes flashing in the darkness, catching the blurred lights of the gas station, the reed-like synth murmuring through the cabin of the car. You shifted, moving your body horizontally, your head against the car window. Cocked your chin, still not letting go of his wrist.
He made a displeased noise.
You let him go and Yoongi unbuttoned the last three buttons.
Against the glass, you could hear the rain better. Softer now, steady. The lightning and thunder were long gone. You rolled your shoulders, tucking your bra under you and leaving your dress on the seat, lifting your hand to run your fingers through Yoongi’s hair again. Thick, soft waves of black, pushing it away from his face, sharp brows and dark eyes, his skin glistening in the blurs of low light.
You didn’t say anything.
The music continued, and Yoongi spoke to you.
Your name in his voice, weighted.
You smiled, listening to his sound.
You imagined him, illuminated by his computer monitor, furrowing his brows as he listened back to his creations. Each note a moment in his life, an exposé of his emotions. The melody the purple prose, contrasting his lyrics, candid, simple, clear.
You wondered what the words to this song were.
You pulled Yoongi down to you, into a maze of tongue and kisses, soft lips and gentle savagery, running your other hand down his torso, your nails against his chest. Past racing heartbeat, flicking his nipple and making him flinch, down his quivering core, feeling the heat rise, and you closed your fingers around him, his tremor slipping through your lips. Thick, hard, pulsing, working him slowly, rubbing your thumb along taut skin, hooking your index and middle finger, coiling the long length of your digits over his balls, constricting them.
Stroking his cock as you squeezed his balls.
He thrust his tongue into your mouth, fucking it.
The fingers of his left hand traced down your shoulder, his right holding him up. Sucking on his tongue and opening your eyes to his squeezed shut, his strong brows furrowed, his touch outlining your collarbones, the curve of your breast, stopping at your nipple and rubbing the hard nub, pinching it, flicking it, making your shallow breaths even shorter, his pace stuttering as you gripped him a little tighter, pumping him strongly.
His fingers let go, falling down, down.
You broke the kiss, turning your head to the side and releasing him from your hold for a split second. Drenched your hand in your own spit, tongue over fingers and in between them, a thick layer on your palm and you extended it back down, dripping onto his stiff cock, gripping him tight, two wet fingers around his balls.
“S-Shit…” he swore under his breath, swearing again as his fingers dipped in between your legs, feeling the slick and the mess.
“Put it on the head,” you murmured.
Yoongi didn’t even bother to refute you.
He coated his fingers all over with your pussy juices and lifted his hand, hissing in pleasure as he smeared the sweet stickiness over the head of his cock, previously neglected, but not anymore, his fingers now joining yours as you moved your hand up and down, teasing himself while you kept your steady pace.
His eyes flickered to yours.
You looked back, lifting a brow at half of his face covered by his hair.
The rain sang along with the melody echoing from the cupholder, blurred lights of the gas station catching his dark eyes, the car windows misted with heat and clinging droplets.
Yoongi watched your face as you jacked him off, slick and wet, squeezing his balls with every stroke, his own two fingers rubbing over the slit and along the underside of the head, breathing hard, lust thundering through his shoulders, flinching involuntarily at the overwhelming sensations. You didn’t stop, a bit faster, his head trembling a little, shaky pants, holding out for as long as he could, the muscles in his neck tense, the skin dotted with hickeys, your mark on him.
He removed his fingers from his cock and pushed them into your pussy.
You gasped, your stroke suddenly unexpectedly longer.
You stared into Yoongi’s eyes and not even the black curtain of hair could hide the fire in them, lit up by reflected light in the droplets of nature’s tears.
You raised your hips, rolling them into his thrusting fingers. A corner of his lips quirked upwards, the peek of white teeth and pink gums, inhale a struggle but driven by pleasure, bringing himself closer to your face, forcing you to remove your fingers from his balls and only focus on pumping him, directing the pressure at the base of the head. Ricocheting ecstasy shooting up your spine, to your head, to your breath sucked into his lungs, sparking oxygen into his blood rushing down to his throbbing cock coated in your spit and your juices, mixing onto your palm and fingers, sticky, slick, messy, listening to the wet, squelching sound of Yoongi’s fingers pushing into your dripping pussy.
Falling rain.
Piano and synth.
The rhythm of breathing, his sound just enough, hitched gasp to urge you to go faster, extended moan as your hand tightened, approving of the roughness, driving his fingers in, over and over, following the pace that you built through the haze of need, your right elbow holding you up as his left hand clutched the edge of the seat, the muscles from his neck, shoulder, and arm flexed, your name in a wanton hiss.
“Cum for me.”
You let out a puff of defiance.
“You first.”
Yoongi seemed amused at your response. Perhaps even expecting it, because you clenched your jaw as he slid another finger in, pushing your arm to move faster, more controlled, just under the head, and you could see his jaw was tense too, his forearm rippling with movement, building, building, layer on layer, scattered rain, crickets and strings, holding your breath as Yoongi held his, listening to the dirty noises blending with the rain and his own melody.
You pressed your hips up into his hand, all the way to his knuckles, and clenched around his three fingers.
“Fuck, Yoongi…”
He screwed his eyes shut, swearing under his breath.
The waved crashed through you, igniting ripple across your torso and throb coursing through your hips as you came, hot, slick, pulsating around his fingers, uncontrollable shiver as his hips dipped and thick cum shot over your stomach, painting downwards, warmth cascading out onto your heated skin, covering you in his heady, strong scent, the head of his cock pressed to your abdomen, spreading it more. His black hair feathered over your shaking collarbones as he pressed his forehead to your shoulder, keeping his body hovering over yours. His pants washed over your neck, echoing in your ear.
Whisper of your name, husky and low, the sound melding with the rain.
You leaned your head against the window, cool to your heated scalp, gazing up at the black sky, the moon being the only break to the blackness, but today it couldn’t play with you, caged by sobbing clouds.
Each breath high, intense, the hum of pleasure slipping away slowly.
Yoongi lifted his head from your shoulder.
You didn’t look down yet, not really prepared for the cooling mess on your stomach.
Then you hissed and snapped your head down, seeing and feeling Yoongi’s tongue pressed to your skin, licking up the dripping trickles of milky white. He knew you were watching. A single blink and those dark brown orbs observed you under a shadow of black as he drank up his own orgasm.
You saw the twinkle of pleased amusement in those eyes despite him keeping his blank expression, tilting his head and running his tongue across your abdomen, leaving lines of tingling desire.
“Y-Yoongi…”
He lapped up the last bit, pressing his lips to your waist, wordless.
His words were each kiss, sprinkling them down your hips.
The strings thrilled with the falling rain and recorded crickets, fading out to the real rainfall.
His body slid down, slightly crammed in the small space, but you scooted up a little and then his mouth was on you, swirling tongue and dipping between your folds, your slick coating his lips, sweet vicious juices joining the salty strength of his orgasm. You felt him collect it into his mouth, painting your pussy with his tongue and grazing the tip over your engorged clit.
You whined and bit down on it, trying to shut it up.
Yoongi closed his lips around your clit and began a steady, firm pace, the previous orgasm compounding the sensation, your nerves singing with familiarity, craving that tongue and its precise movement, just rough enough to make your blood sing and those lips keeping you at the cusp of inescapable pleasure, his hands clutching your ass to support you to his mouth.
You moaned to the ceiling, leaking into his mouth in a twitching waterfall, painting your cum onto his chin. Grinding your hips to his face and throbbing against his still lips, wet muscle pressed flat to your quivering clit, the faint friction enough to prolong the high a little longer, a little stronger, a little death at the work of his masterful tongue.
Yoongi drank that up too, slowly and carefully.
The rain shimmered down, down.
He lowered you. Crawled back up, his breath a mix of you and him, and you breathed it in, savoring it.
“We’re still a couple hours from our destination,” Yoongi mumbled.
“Want me to drive?” you murmured.
“No. I’ll do it.”
You stared into his eyes. Yoongi reached up and pushed back his hair, a display of the stark contrast of his skin to the darkness. His black hair swooped to one side, tumbling down in a wave and cradling the left side of his face.
His eyes were clear, looking back into yours.
“You’re not alone, you know,” you reminded him softly.
He smiled faintly.
Steady and musical, the rain tapped against the car, blending with recorded crickets fading in and out.
“I know. I want you to be with me.”
You searched his eyes, looking for the familiar distance that he kept between you and him, but it wasn’t there. Washed away. You reached up and traced his jaw, remembering the familiar shape of his lips. The taste of many nights and honesty, clear in his intentions from day one. You said nothing, wondering if it was real, and Yoongi held your gaze, letting you see that it was.
You could hear it.
His words.
In his breath, in the melody he had created, in his touch as he mirrored your hold, grazing your cheekbone with callused fingertips marked by his guitar.
Piano, synth, strings.
Wishes, uncertainty, decisiveness.
You kissed him again, in the darkness, surrounded by rain and his music.
Warnings: none, Yoongi is just a cute lil weirdo and we love him :(
Wordcount:11.5k
a/n: i just wanna say that i love the cat. also, yoongi :(
Levi spends most of his time inside. You give him countless opportunities to venture outside. You even installed his own door in the sunroom, leading into his own outside area. But Levi doesn’t really like to go outside without you. He would have to walk through the high grasses by the sunroom, then cross the gravel path and climb over the logs you put for him. The opportunities to get dirty are too many. So most of the time he stays inside, enjoying the sunshine from his rocking chair in the sunroom. It is his rocking chair and he merely allows you to sit in it, because he cares for you.
Now, even though he loves staying inside, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love going outside. He just has rules for it. You have to carry him until you have crossed the river and then you have to stay on the paths. That is when he really loves being outside, sniffing at everything he could find and watching the insects buzz past him.
It was a Sunday today. Your tea shop is closed on Sundays, just like every store in your little village. Sundays are your official cat walking days. Unless Levi doesn’t want to join you, then they are simply your walking days. But today Levi wanted to join you, meowing at your feet as you got ready until you picked him up and reached for his leash. “Let’s take a walk Levi, shall we?” you told him and left the house afterwards. “Careful now Levi”, you whispered to him as you passed by the Old House. And Levi narrowed his eyes. He had noticed how nervous you became around the Old House and he didn’t like it because it disturbed his precious morning sunbath.
It has been around three weeks ever since the man from the city, whose name is Min Yoongi, moved into the Old House. You could watch the grey van of the Jeons come to the house two more times. It has been a week ever since their last visit. Since then, a truck with new windows, two vans with grout and concrete and an exterminator came by the house. It seems that the city guy was hell bound on renovating the Old House.
As you passed by the Old House today, the building side was quiet and the city guy was nowhere to be seen.
Warnings: none, Yoongi is just a cute lil weirdo and we love him :(
Wordcount:11.5k
a/n: i just wanna say that i love the cat. also, yoongi :(
Levi spends most of his time inside. You give him countless opportunities to venture outside. You even installed his own door in the sunroom, leading into his own outside area. But Levi doesn’t really like to go outside without you. He would have to walk through the high grasses by the sunroom, then cross the gravel path and climb over the logs you put for him. The opportunities to get dirty are too many. So most of the time he stays inside, enjoying the sunshine from his rocking chair in the sunroom. It is his rocking chair and he merely allows you to sit in it, because he cares for you.
Now, even though he loves staying inside, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love going outside. He just has rules for it. You have to carry him until you have crossed the river and then you have to stay on the paths. That is when he really loves being outside, sniffing at everything he could find and watching the insects buzz past him.
It was a Sunday today. Your tea shop is closed on Sundays, just like every store in your little village. Sundays are your official cat walking days. Unless Levi doesn’t want to join you, then they are simply your walking days. But today Levi wanted to join you, meowing at your feet as you got ready until you picked him up and reached for his leash. “Let’s take a walk Levi, shall we?” you told him and left the house afterwards. “Careful now Levi”, you whispered to him as you passed by the Old House. And Levi narrowed his eyes. He had noticed how nervous you became around the Old House and he didn’t like it because it disturbed his precious morning sunbath.
It has been around three weeks ever since the man from the city, whose name is Min Yoongi, moved into the Old House. You could watch the grey van of the Jeons come to the house two more times. It has been a week ever since their last visit. Since then, a truck with new windows, two vans with grout and concrete and an exterminator came by the house. It seems that the city guy was hell bound on renovating the Old House.
As you passed by the Old House today, the building side was quiet and the city guy was nowhere to be seen.
That was an hour ago and you had long left the Old House behind. You are sitting under an old oak tree, enjoying the sunshine which breaks through the leaves. Levi is dozing on the bench beside you, resting his little head on his paws. Every so often you are stroking through his fur, making him purr contently each time.
“I should have brought some water with me. I’m so thirsty”, you tell him.
Levi’s left ear twitches.
“And we still need to walk all the way back home”, you groan.
It wakes Levi, who raises his head.
“Do you know what I would invent if I had all the resources in the world?”
Levi lowers his head again and closes his eyes.
“A flying chair, or no, better. A flying bed. I would just call it with my remote control and wait until it can pick me up.”
Levi purrs now that you are finally stroking his favourite spot right behind his ear.
“I bet we would be so successful with it. We could get rich Levi”, you look at him, “just imagine all the chicken I could buy you. Or all the plants I could put in the sunroom”, you sigh and lean back on the bench, “yes that would be great.”
Levi decides when you should leave by biting your hand and meowing afterwards. “Fine, geez. Let’s leave.”
He really likes walking with you, especially when you are on your way home again. He likes those walks more because he already knows the path and doesn’t get startled by unexpected surprises. And also because the path leads downhill. Levi, just as you, hates walking uphill.
Today however, he doesn’t like walking home, because despite all his calculations there was an unexpected surprise waiting for him in the form of a brown toy poodle.
“Behave Levi”, you tell him, picking him up. He is a well-behaved cat and would never attack dogs, but one can’t be careful enough. Especially when an unknown dog runs up to you.
Thankfully the brown poodle seems to be nothing but curious, wiggling its little butt and circling you.
“Hello little friend. I see that you are friendly too. Nice to meet you”, you say to the poodle.
The dog tilts its head at you, almost studying your face with its big, brown eyes. It waddles up to you to sniff you. Suddenly as if someone had pressed a button the little poodle starts jumping up your legs excitedly, barking and whimpering whilst wiggling its tail.
You had never seen a dog so excited to see you, not even Mickey greets you like that when you visit Hoseok’s place.
“Wow, hello to you too”, you laugh, squatting down to pet the little guy.
It basically jumps into your arms, licking your face, whilst whimpering. You chuckle, totally surprised to be greeted so heart-warmingly. If you didn’t know any better you would believe that this dog knows you, but that would be silly, you have never seen it in the neighbourhood before. Maybe it just really loves people. How cute.
“Holly! Hey, get off that lady! Holly come here!” a man, and the obvious owner, calls the little poodle, running up to you.
The poodle however doesn’t budge, still whimpering and wiggling in your arms, snuggling its little head into your chest.
“Holly come here! God, I’m so sorry ma'am. He isn’t normally like that”, the owner says.
“It’s totally fine. They are a sunshi-“, you stop talking, looking up at the owner.
“You?”
Yoongi’s eyes are big, staring down at you in shock. His cheeks gain in colour, his eyes racing from side to side in nervousness.
“H-hello”, he stutters, giving you a little wave.
“Hello”, you answer, standing up.
“I’m sorry for my dog. He isn’t normally like that. I don’t know what has gotten into him.”
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it”, you tell him all whilst Holly is still jumping up your legs, barking loudly.
“Holly stop it”, Yoongi says sternly, squatting down to pick up the overly excited poodle. The dog wiggles in his arms for a moment, clearly not wanting to leave your side, until he finally accepts his fate, resting his head on Yoongi’s arm.
“You can’t just go and lick strangers’ faces Holly. Not everyone likes that”, he tells his dog, speaking in a high-pitched voice whilst petting its head the entire time.
Holly barks quietly, moving its ears whilst staring up at Yoongi. If you didn’t know any better, you could think the dog was pouting at Yoongi.
“No talking back young man.”
Holly barks again.
“No pouting, this is serious. Yes this is serious”, Yoongi coos, hugging Holly closer to his chest.
This is the same man, who had watched you from the shadows like a creep? This can’t be him. It must be his clone or something or maybe you were wrong all along and he isn’t actually as big of a creep as you think him to be.
Yoongi’s eyes flit to you. He clears his throat awkwardly, blushing.
“I’m sorry. I forgot that I wasn’t alone for a moment”, he mumbles in a normal voice.
“It’s fine”, you smile, “I constantly talk to my cat too”, you tell him, pointing at Levi sitting by your feet.
“Oh, hello friend”, Yoongi’s high –pitched voice is back, “can I pet it?” he asks you in his normal voice.
“Sure, go ahead, he loves to be pet.”
Yoongi squats down, stretching out his hand for Levi to smell. Levi smells him intently. This is the moment of truth. Levi has the best seventh sense as far as people are concerned, if he doesn’t want to be pet by him then something must be wrong with him. Levi looks at him, meows once and then bumps his head with Yoongi’s hand. He is now officially Levi approved. How interesting. Perhaps he isn’t as creepy as you thought him to be.
“Yes, hello I am happy to see you too”, Yoongi chuckles, patting his head.
Yoongi stands up, grinning happily.
“You said it’s a he, right?”
“Yes he is. Levi and he is the best cat in the world.”
“Is he?” Yoongi smiles down at Levi, “your mommy thinks you are the best cat, did you hear that?”
You can’t help but giggle at the cute way he talks to Levi. Yoongi looks at you, scrunching his nose up before laughing as well.
“I did the weird voice again didn’t I?”
“Yeah, you did”, you giggle.
“Ah, embarrassing”, he murmurs, lowering his head.
“It’s fine, I do it too”, you reassure him, still smiling.
Yoongi sends you a quick look, cheeks pink and lips curled into a shy smile.
“Hey, uhm”, he scratches his neck, “uhm, I don’t wanna be creepy or anything, but were you on your way home?” he asks, too nervous to look into your eyes.
“Yeah? Why?”
“It’s just…I may have lost my way. I asked Holly to sniff out the way, but he is useless in that concern.”
You chuckle.
“Well then, if that’s so. Then sure, I can show you the way.”
“Oh? Oh, that’s great, you are my literal saviour”, Yoongi visibly relaxes, letting out a little sigh of relief, “I feel a thunderstorm coming and I was so scared that I wouldn’t be able to put away the cement before that.”
You look up at the grey sky. Dark clouds were gathering, taunting you like dark mountains in the sky. Just minutes ago the sun was shining down and now it looks like the apocalypse is near.
“Woah the weather’s so unpredictable here”, you mumble, quickening your steps just like Yoongi does.
You aren’t keen on getting struck by lighting and the two of you are currently the tallest things on the hill so that doesn’t really minimise your chances either.
“Right? I took a break from renovations to walk Holly and now look at the sky. It almost reminds me of mountains, very dark and taunting mountains, ready to release their avalanche of water on us”, he says, wrapping his yellow flannel tighter around his body.
A cold wind had started to howl, acting as the first indicator of the thunderstorm.
“I literally thought of the same thing”, you gasp, chuckling afterwards.
“You did? What a coincidence”, he chuckles, peeking at you shyly as he is scratching the tip of his nose.
The pathway winds past a tall and creaking oak tree, its bright green leaves writhing in the wind. It’s only minutes now and the two of you will be soaked in the rain. Will you be able to reach your homes before that? They are just past the next hill.
“Oh so that’s the path, I would have taken the wrong one again”, Yoongi mumbles.
“No, the other one leads into the mountains. That would have been a rocky road for you.”
“I see”, he chuckles shyly, “well, thank you for letting me know. I will remember it for next time.”
“It’s actually a really nice path to walk. It’s really popular with tourists as it leads right to the top of this mountain”, you say pointing at a faraway mountain plateau. Grey clouds are hiding it from your eyes right now.
“Ah, I see. I bet the view is great from up there.”
“It is. You can see the entire valley from up there. The climb is a little exhausting, but so worth it.”
“I see”, he says and nods his head, “that sounds nice. Maybe one day I will have to check it out for myself.”
“Yes, do that. I can really recommend it to you.”
He chuckles shyly and nods his head, “I will.”
The first houses of the village are starting. The pathways become a lot narrower. The wind is stronger as well, swirling around your legs and rising goosebumps on your skin.
“You seem to know your way around pretty well”, Yoongi says, sneaking a glance your way.
“I do. I’ve basically been walking all over those mountains by now, so I’m pretty familiar with the surroundings.”
“I see, honestly I can see why you moved here.”
You look at him.
“How do you know that I moved here? I never told you that.”
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
“I-I mean you, you aren’t really talking like someone born here. I, I figured that you must be from the city as well”, he stutters, “sorry that was literally so rude to assume. It’s just that we talk the same so I figured. Sorry.”
“Yeah, uhm”, you clear your throat, “you’re right. Damn and here I thought that I spent enough time here to sound like a local”, you murmur and laugh awkwardly.
“Sorry, it’s just you, uhm, say your Ls like me.”
“I do?”you sneak a glance at the blushing man, “gosh damn, so you really can’t shake the city, can you?”
He laughs, seemingly relaxing again. He scratches the side of his neck, “yeah, I guess.”
You chuckle.
“So how long have you been living here?”
“Around three years now? Bordering four.”
“Mhm, so quite a long time. That’s nice.”
You nod your head, “yeah it’s very nice. Life here is awesome.”
You don’t see it, but Yoongi smiles upon hearing your words.
“That’s good to hear”, he says quietly, calling your attention and in return making you turn your head to him.
“Sorry? I couldn’t understand you right now, the wind’s so loud.”
“I just…I just said that it’s good to hear that, uhm, life’s awesome here. Maybe I picked the right town.”
“You definitely did. You’ll love it here. The people here are so nice and always ready to help.”
Yoongi smiles and this time around, you see it.
“That’s good to hear”, he says and after one second of letting his eyes linger on your face, he turns his head away again, studying the passing scenery instead.
You do the same after picking up Levi, who just moments ago started protesting about getting his feet dirty. He can’t stand having to clean wet dirt from his feet. It tastes terrible and sticks to his fur way too vehemently.
“Did you move here alone?” Yoongi asks you then.
You sneak a glance his way. What a weird question.
“Uhm…”
“I mean if you are living together with your husband or boyfriend or friends or family. You know?”
“A husband?” you snort and chuckle, “no, I’m as single as a pringle.”
“I see”, he averts his gaze to the ground, “that’s cool. I’m single too.”
You knit your brows, studying his features. He is blushing vividly, lower lip trembling to stop a smile from creeping up. Is he interested in you? Is this creepy or not? You can’t really decide.
“That’s uhm…cool?” you say.
“Sorry”, Yoongi says instantly, “I don’t know why I just told you that. TMI, I know”, he laughs nervously, scratching the side of his neck again.
“No, it’s fine”, you assure him.
Maybe he is so weird because he is nervous. After all, he is trying to keep up small talk with a stranger and that is quite frankly something very nerve wrecking to do. Everyone is a little weird in such situations.
It isn’t that far home anymore. You can already see it, just down that road. The river is grey and wild as if it is expecting the thunderstorm already. The dark tiles of the Old House are shaking in the storm. From here you can even see the big hole in the back of the house. Yoongi had put a green tarp on it, securing it with wooden planks. And you can see your house shining through the restless branches of the willow trees, calling you to safety and warmth.
“How are the renovations going? I see you already put a tarp on the roof”, you ask Yoongi, looking at him.
“They are going, let’s just say it like that. I ripped out all the rotten floors already and insulated the walls, I’m going to repair the roof next, but I have to wait for the new tiles and beams to arrive until then I have to live with a big hole in my bedroom”, Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head, “thank god for the surprisingly warm nights or else I would probably freeze my butt off.”
“I see, that sounds like a lot of work.”
“Yes, but I don’t see it as such. I really like fixing things.”
“I see”, you have to chuckle at a memory, “you know, you’re something of a celebrity here because people can’t believe that someone was crazy enough to buy your place.”
“Really? Why?”
“Well, have you seen it?” you laugh, “it’s the most rundown house in the village and people have already been making bets of whether it will fall down during a storm or randomly collapse one night.”
Yoongi chuckles, “it’s actually not as bad as it seems. The evaluators said that the foundations and the framing are in very good condition and that most of the damage is on the surface.”
“Oh? So you did actually do your job before buying the old junkyard?” you joke, eliciting a shy laugh from him.
“Yes, I did. Almost two months the entire process took me, but now I’m finally here and ready to live.”
“That’s nice.”
Yoongi gives you a shy smile, blushing just slightly.
“Do you have furniture in there?” you ask him.
Yoongi nods his head, “not many though, but I have my trusty old sleeping bag, so I’m fine. I sold most of my furniture when I moved. It didn’t really fit the aesthetic I’m trying to go with. It was too modern for my taste.”
“But I saw the moving van a few times.”
“That was just to get my all my tools and building machines down here”, he pauses and sneaks a glance your way, “and my clothes too, of course. And some of the essentials like my couch and my piano and all of my memorabilia of course.”
“Okay, that makes sense.”
“And for the furniture, I’m planning on building my own”, he explains proudly, cheeks glowing.
“You can build furniture?” you can’t help but sound impressed.
“I mean”, he scratches his neck, looking away shyly, “I’m trying.”
“May I ask if you have some sort of training in renovating houses? You seem to know so much.”
“No uhm, I just really enjoy fixing stuff or building it with my own hands. Everything I know I taught myself.”
“Wow, impressive.”
“Thank you.”
Loud thunder grumbles above your heads at the same time as a bright bold of lightning strikes one of the mountains in the far distance. You both yelp up in surprise, groaning in annoyance when rain starts to fall down a moment later.
“Great, now my cement is going to be ruined”, Yoongi whines, shielding his face with his hand.
“You don’t have to wait for me, you can run if you want to”, you tell him, quickening your steps to catch up with him.
“No, it’s ruined either way. Ah crap”, Yoongi scoffs, “nevermind. It wasn’t that much anyway, I’ll just have to open a new bag then.”
“You sure it’s okay?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about it”, he sends you a quick smile, taking a step closer to you afterwards, “here, let’s share”, he offers, taking off his flannel to cover both of your heads with it.
“I-“, you look at him, cheeks heating up without you even wanting them to, “-thanks.”
He sends you a shy smile, humming.
The rain keeps pouring down on the two of you, soaking Yoongi’s flannel and every part of your bodies which aren’t covered by it.
You are going to take the longest and warmest shower once you are home, despite the safety of Yoongi’s flannel, you feel frozen.
Yoongi seems to feel the same, teeth clattering quietly and lips turning blue. He is just in a t-shirt after all, no wonder he is cold.
“By the way”, Yoongi begins, “I wanted to tell you last week already, but I didn’t get a chance to do so. Nothing major happened when you caused the short.”
“Really? What a relief, I was already waiting for you to send me a bill of like a million bucks”, you joke.
Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head, “it’s nothing major. The doorbell was just too old and when you pressed it, the wires kind of blew and that’s what caused the bypass. But I replaced it, so now if you want to visit me, it’s safe to ring.”
“So I won’t get electrocuted to death if I press it?”
He smiles and shakes his head.
“No, it’s safe to touch.”
“Good to know, thank you for telling me”, you chuckle.
He chuckles too with the tip of his nose turning rosy.
The wind has picked up immensely. You and him are holding the flannel together, clutching your pets to your chests in order to keep them safe. And while Holly seems to enjoy his time in his father’s arms, Levi is hissing at the rain for ruining his fur. That will take him at least three hours to clean. Oh how he hates the rain.
“I also wanted to tell you that the cookies you brought over were amazing”, Yoongi breaks the silence.
“You tried them?”
“I didn’t just try them, I ate all of them.”
“And you liked them?”
“Yes, very much so. I really like chocolate and nuts in cookies, but you probably know this already.”
“Huh? How should I know this?”
He blinks rapidly, cheeks heating up.
“I, I mean. Who doesn’t? It’s the number one thing one can put into cookies. At least I always bake my cookies that way. Chocolate and nuts and lots of sugar. Butter too, one can’t forget the butter", he explains and laughs nervously.
“Okay true, you got me there”, you agree.
“Where did you buy them? I need to get a few for the future.”
“From my tea shop. It’s just down by the pharmacy.”
“You own a tea shop?” Yoongi gasps and widens his eyes.
You nod your head, “yup and it’s the best in the village”, you say, smiling proudly.
Yoongi studies your features a moment longer before he scoffs and chuckles softly.
“I never thought that this is what you are doing”, he murmurs.
“Why? Do I not look like it?”
“I just- “, he clears his throat awkwardly, “- sorry if this was rude, but you don’t strike me as a tea maker or a cookie baker for that matter.”
“Wow”, you laugh, “as what do I strike you then?”
Yoongi squints his eyes at you and licks over his lips.
“Something with offices. A firm maybe?”
You laugh again.
“As a matter of fact, I worked in a bank a few years ago.”
“You did? Wow, look at me basically getting it right.”
He makes you laugh once again.
“Why did you quit?”
“Oh, that’s a far too long story for today”, you dismiss him.
“I have time. I can’t do anything in this bloody rain anyway.”
“No really, it’s too complicated”, you insist.
“Very well”, he smiles shyly, “another time then.”
You and him have reached the crossroad. While Yoongi needs to take the few meters up the road to get to his house, you need to take the opposite direction down the road and over the river. You and him stop, looking left and right before meeting each other’s gaze in the middle.
“Should I walk you home?” he offers.
“It’s just over the bridge.”
“That’s far enough for you to get wet.”
His gaze looks welcoming and sweet. You can’t find anything creepy in it. And he already knows where you lived either way, what bad could come out of him making sure that you stayed as dry as possible.
“Alright, if you insist.”
Yoongi nods his head and gives you a determined look. You think that it is a cute look because it makes his lips stick out in a pout. He steps closer then and fixes the flannel so you and Levi would get more of it.
“Let’s go”, he tells you almost shyly.
The river is angry under your feet as you cross it, loud and white from all the waves and swirls the rain rouses. Levi shifts in your grasp, digging his claws into your shirt. He will never forgive you if you dropped him right now. He would literally slash up every piece of furniture in your house as revenge.
“Your cat really doesn’t like rain, does he?” Yoongi asks.
You sneak a glance down at Levi and chuckle.
“No, he really hates it. It makes his fur all grubby”, you say and roll your eyes, “he’s such a big crybaby.”
Yoongi laughs and you feel yourself enjoying the sound of it. It was deep and calm just like his voice. And while you didn’t quite understand the reason for your liking of his laugh, you truly did and already missed it the moment he stopped laughing to sneak a glance your way instead.
“Holly likes the rain. He likes jumping into puddles”, he says and sighs dramatically, “he’s always so dirty afterwards.”
You chuckle, stomach tingling when this makes Yoongi laugh again.
“That’s adorable. Does he like baths too?”
“He’s alright with them. It depends on how tired his walk has gotten him. If he’s really spent then he just let’s them happen, if not then it’s utter chaos getting him clean.”
You chuckle.
“And Levi? Does he like baths?”
“He actually does?” you say and laugh, “I have no idea if my cat’s broken, but he never really complains when I have to bathe him.”
“Wow, that sounds so not at all like something a cat would like.”
“Yeah, right?” you agree, “it’s probably because he’s such a neat freak”, you joke, once again feeling tingly when this makes Yoongi laugh.
You probably would have continued joking with each other, hadn’t you arrived at your front door so abruptly.
“Oh?” you say and look up at your house, “we’re already here?”
Yoongi mirrors your stance and licks over his lips to wet them.
“Seems like it.”
“Very well then”, you turn to Yoongi, “thank you for keeping me dry.”
You and him look down at your mostly wet bodies.
“As best as possible at least”, you joke, earning yourself a shy chuckle from him.
“No worries”, he smiles, “thanks for showing me the way. I would probably still be wandering around in the mountains without you.”
You chuckle, “I’m glad I could help”, you say and smile.
The water has soaked his hair by now, making his honey blonde strands stick to his forehead.
“Hey, wait here for a little”, you tell him, unlocking your door and disappearing inside.
You set down Levi, who zooms away in an instant to warm himself next to the radiator and grab your umbrella, then you open the front door again to a shivering Yoongi.
“Here, take this. I know you don’t have long to go, but it’s better than getting completely soaked.”
Yoongi accepts the umbrella with a shy blush on his cheeks.
“Thank you”, he murmurs, eyes sparkling as he locks his gaze with yours.
It makes your heart skip a beat and your chest feel nervous. He looks really cute right now, which was something very weird to say about a stranger, who you have only talked to twice. But he looked cute, because his cheek were really round and his eyes so friendly.
“Don’t mention it”, you dismiss him and lower your gaze, “uhm either way. I’ll go now.”
“Okay”, he shifts from one foot to the other, “I had lots of fun today.”
You lift your gaze, eyes widening slightly at his words.
“You had fun?” you make sure that you have heard him right.
Yoongi smiles and nods his head.
“It was nice to talk to another human for a change. You know, I like talking to Holly, but one will grow tired of barks with time.”
“Oh yeah”, you agree with a chuckle, “I get that.”
You shift from one foot to the other, eyes glued to his delicate features.
“I had fun too”, you tell him.
His eyes light up in a shy smile.
“I’m glad you did”, he whispers.
Then he steps back and finally opens the umbrella. He twirls it twice, pulling it over his head afterwards. The colour matches with that of his soaked flannel.
“Thank you again”, he says, sneaking a glance up at the umbrella, “I’ll cherish it.”
“I want it back though.”
Yoongi chuckles and nods his head.
“I’ll return it, don’t worry”, he says and takes a few steps, “see you around ___.”
“See you.”
And with that he turns to stroll up the road and over the bridge. You watch him until he takes a sharp turn to the right and your weeping willow blocks him from your view.
You close the door with a funny feeling in your stomach.
“Why did I feel so comfortable with him?” you whisper, touching your chest. It was as if you had known him for years already.
Levi appears in the hallway then and meows loudly. And like that your attention shifts to your cat.
“What? Don’t tell me you are hungry already?”
Levi meows, turns and leads you to the kitchen with confidence in his walk.
“Fine, I’ll give you something. Geez, you are such a greedy cat.”
The rain continues until long into the next day. Luckily for you, you owned two umbrellas or else your walk to your tea shop would have been terribly wet this morning. Once you had put on your frog green rainboots and the matching raincoat, you left your cottage for a fun day of work. Like always you passed by the Old House, slowing down your steps in hopes of getting a sneaky glance at your peculiar yet sweet neighbour. You spot the bag of cement in an instant, it is resting under a family of trees and paints the grass around it in a dreary grey. Poor Yoongi, so he really wasn’t able to save it. You look at the windows then. In one of them light is shining. You wonder if this is the room he was currently in and if he was, what sort of work he was currently busy with. But because you were already running terribly late for work, you weren’t able to spend lots of time wondering about the possibilities of his renovations. So you continued your walk to your bakery with a certain bounce in your steps.
Hoseok was already inside. So was Jimin, judging by his bike seeking refuge under your canopy. They weren’t in the front of the bakery right now.
“Good morning guys!” you call out loudly as you enter the shop.
You leave your umbrella by the door and slip out of your rain clothes. You always keep a pair of spare slippers in the tea shop. The really comfortable kind, the ones shaped like a rabbit and with soft fake fur inside. They also made a little jingling sound as you walked, which was honestly the best thing about them.
It was really toasty inside. Hoseok must have turned the heater on. It was a nice feeling, one that left you sighing in relief. You hadn’t even noticed how frozen your limbs were. The radio is already turned on too, playing slow piano music. So Hoseok turned on your “playlist for rainy days”, it makes you smile because he knows all your traditions so well already.
From somewhere a steady buzz was coming too. It doesn’t make you wonder where or what, because you already know exactly what that sound was or where it was coming from for that matter.
“Good morning guys”, you enter the small but cozy backroom, meeting your two employees.
Hoseok is currently blow drying Jimin’s hair, making the latter whine in complaint because of his continuous tugging.
“Oh?” Hoseok turns, “good morning boss!” he exclaims loudly and bows more than ninety degrees, completely forgetting about the blowdryer in his hand and blowing the hot air directly into your face.
“Hoseok”, you laugh, shielding yourself.
“Mhm?” he lifts his head, “oh! I’m so sorry I completely forgot!” he hides the blowdryer behind his back, “sorry for that.”
“Hyuuung”, Jimin whines behind the two of you, squinting his eyes as the new position now makes the hot air blow into his face.
“Oops”, Hoseok gasps and points the blowdryer at the floor, “I didn’t see you there. Sorry Jiminie, you okay?”
“Yes I am”, Jimin pouts, “continue hyung, I don’t want to have half my hair still wet.”
“Yeah, yeah sure”, Hoseok stutters and continues what he had started.
You make yourself comfortable on the rocking chair in the meantime, watching them work.
“Isn’t today beautiful?” you ask them.
“It would be if I didn’t have to take my bike here all the way from the mountain”, Jimin says.
“I know I saw. That sucks. Where are your wet clothes?”
“Drying over the heater.”
You look over your shoulder. He was right. Jimin’s and Hoseok’s clothes are currently drying, tripping water on the floor.
“Thank god for the spare clothes, aye?”
“Seriously”, Hoseok agrees, “I took the vespa today and got soaked to the bones.”
“Mhm that sucks.”
You watch Hoseok gather Jimin’s now dry hair into a little bundle at the top and then secure it with a bright pink hair tie. It makes him laugh because he thinks that Jimin now looks like a sprout. Jimin in return pouts and whines.
“I met my neighbour again.”
Their eyes flit to you.
“The creepy one?” Hoseok squeaks, widening his eyes.
“Exactly that one. Although he wasn’t that creepy actually. We met on our walk and shared his flannel.”
“What?”
“Yeah we got rained on and so he took off his flannel and we used it as a makeshift umbrella. He is actually really sweet.”
Jimin and Hoseok exchange a look.
“I mean it. He is a little weird, but he told me that he is kind of nervous and shy.”
Jimin and Hoseok exchange another look.
Jimin clicks his tongue and stands up from his chair.
“You’re weird”, he says, leaving the break room afterwards.
“Hey! Don’t judge me, I think it was a very sweet gesture and also he has a dog.”
“Okay he has a dog, that changes everything”, Hoseok says honestly, “only good people can have dogs.”
“Exactly what I am saying. Having a dog equals being a good person”, you agree.
Jimin snorts and laughs.
“You both are naïve idiots, you know that?”
You and Hoseok pout, crossing your arms at the same time.
“He used the baby voice Jimin.”
“He did?” Hoseok gasps, “see? Using baby voice equals being a good person.”
Jimin rolls his eyes.
“Fine, maybe he is a good person”, he gives up with a fond chuckle.
Your day at the teashop begins after that. Mrs Oh and her husband visit you like always, chatting you up about the strong rain today and how that will bring bad luck in autumn. Later the mayor comes around, wearing an umbrella hat like it was the most normal outfit choice, it earned him a loud-spoken compliment from Hoseok, who had almost dropped the mayor’s oolong from gawking too much. And around lunch break Miss Jang and Sooha come around, the little girl’s pants are already soaked in water, “it’s from all the puddle hopping she is doing” so her mother let you know. Hoseok, Jimin and you go to the old Choi for lunch, sharing your umbrella because neither of the guys brought their own and open the tea shop two hours later again, ready to welcome your afternoon guests.
There isn’t much traffic in the tea shop today. The rain became stronger in the afternoon and most tourists stayed in their hotels a few miles from here. You can’t blame them, only mad lads would wander around the mountains in such weather.
So to find something other to do than waiting, the three of you began sorting through every drawer to clean them thoroughly. Hoseok got tea herb drawer duty and you and Jimin got kitchen duty.
You are currently sorting through the many different kinds of herbs after Jimin called you over in panic to let you know that he was missing his ground cumin.
“I could have sworn it was there with the basil”, Jimin murmurs, emptying the basket a third time to begin reading the labels again.
“Maybe I put it with the sweet herbs when I cleaned?” you say, reaching for the second spice basket to sort through it.
“I hope we’ll find it. It will be a catastrophe if we don’t.”
You snort, putting down the glass filled with cinnamon.
“I don’t think people will taste the difference Jimin.”
“Oh trust me, they will. The bread is going to be ruined without it.”
“Fine I trust your judgement. You keep looking, I’ll see if Hoseok found it maybe.”
“Yeah do that, thank you boss”, Jimin murmurs absentmindedly as he is way too busy with reading the different labels.
Hoseok is chatting with a customer when you come out of the back. He must have been in the middle of cleaning out the drawer with the different kinds of black teas as the boxes are still on the counter.
“Good afternoon”, you greet the customer, making Hoseok turn around.
“Oh! Ma’am there you are. I was just about to get you”, he says.
“Get me? Why? Is there a problem?” you ask, ready to fight.
You don’t get rude customers often, maybe once or twice a month. But you are always ready to throw them out with a broom in your hands and some curse words on your lips. Maybe that is also the reason why you don’t get rude customers very often. Everyone in the village respected you and your broom fighting skills enough to not be rude to you and those few tourists, who do try to be rude to you or your employees get scared off enough that they won’t return.
Today’s rude customer however turns out to be the complete opposite of rude.
“You?”
“Hey there”, Yoongi greets you with a shy smile. He was wearing a headband today, which he had pulled down all the way to his eyebrows and over his ears. It must be against the cold wind.
“Hey, wow what a surprise. What are you doing here?” you ask, claiming your spot next to Hoseok by the counter.
“I came here to return this”, he says and lifts his arm to present your yellow umbrella to you.
You take a look outside at the pouring rain.
“You picked out a good time for that, didn’t you?”
Yoongi blushes and lowers his eyes.
“Yeah, I know. Honest speaking, I was hoping to get something to eat and drink too. My stove is acting up because of the storm and I just need something warm.”
“Did you come by old the old Choi’s restaurant? He has the best soups out there. You’ll feel warm in no time”, you tell him.
“I did yeah, but it was stuffed. So I asked for the next food place and he sent me to your tea shop. What are the odds? I didn’t think that it would be your tea shop.”
“Well, we are the only tea shop and bakery in this village”, you grin, “but worry not, you came to the right place. We offer food too. Problem is that it’s only breakfast food.”
Yoongi grins shyly.
“That’s great. I-I’ll just sit by that table then?” he says, well asks, and points at the two seat table by the heater.
“Yup, make yourself comfortable. I’ll be with you shortly.”
You watch Yoongi waddle over to the table and sit down. He watches the rainfall, fumbling with his fingers nervously. Then you turn to Hoseok.
“Do you know this guy?” he asks you in a whisper.
“That’s the guy, who bought the Old House.”
“That’s him? The creep?” he gasps loudly.
“Sssh”, you shush him.
“Oops.”
You both look over at Yoongi. He doesn’t seem to have heard you, still busy with watching the rain build puddles in front of your tea shop.
“He doesn’t look like a creep and he was really nice when he came in here. He even cleaned off his shoes”, Hoseok whispers, studying Yoongi from head to toe.
“He did?” you turn you and Hoseok around, “I don’t think he’s a creep either. Although it’s a little weird that he wants to return my umbrella when it’s pouring outside.”
“Right? That’s weird, but maybe he is just weird? You know there are people who are weird.”
“Are there?”
“Yeah like you remember that time Taehyung rode into town on a bull?”
“Okay yeah that was weird”, you say and laugh softly at the memory.
“Maybe he is that weird. You know? Taehyung weird, the type where you just live your life and don’t care what other people think?”
“Maybe he is that type of weird”, you agree and scratch your chin, “that’d be a cute kind of weird. I like people, who are like that.”
“Me too”, Hoseok agrees and grins, “you’re like that too.”
“Hey”, you nudge his tummy, “you go help Jimin find his ground cumin in the kitchen.”
“Jimin lost his cumin? Good riddance I found it with the white teas”, Hoseok exclaims and storms off to return the lost spice.
You make your way over to Yoongi with a menu in your hand.
“Hey there”, you greet him, making him raise his head.
“Hello”, he smiles, showing off his gums.
“There you go, our food menu. Do you know what you want to drink?”
“Uhm, do you have iced Americano?”
“We don’t, no. We’re a tea shop. We only sell tea.”
“Aaah I see”, he says and blushes, “I’m sorry that was rude.”
“It really wasn’t”, you assure him.
He blushes and lowers his eyes.
“How about I’ll give you a few minutes to make your decision and then I’ll come back?”
“Yes, okay do that. Thank you”, he says, nodding his head.
You clean the counter of the boxes of black tea in the meantime, sorting them all back in their drawer and closing said drawer afterwards. You send Yoongi a quick glance to see if he is finished. He seems like he was, he is looking at you with his lips slightly parted.
“Finished?”
He nods his head, making his hair bounce up and down. You grab your pen and paper and hurry back to him.
“Sooo. What can I get you?”
“Uhm can I get the egg sandwich with bacon and a big cup of chai latte?” he says, dragging his fingers over the words of his order.
“Of course. Anything else?”
“No, uhm actually”, he squints his eyes and pouts, “yeah…can I get the strawberry rice cake too?”
“Yes, of course.”
He closes the menu.
“That’s it”, he lets you know.
“Alrighty, it will be with you shortly”, you say with a smile and take the menu to hurry to the kitchen.
Hoseok and Jimin are chatting vividly with each other.
“I’m not paying you to chit chat am I?”
Hoseok straightens his back.
“I’m sorry ma’am! I was just telling Jimin about the guy who bought the Old House” he exclaims, bowing ninety degrees.
It makes you laugh.
“Relax, I was only joking”, you assure him, “Jimin dear, prepare an egg sandwich with bacon please.”
“On it boss!” he says and hurries to the stove.
“Can I do something too?” Hoseok asks.
“Did you finish cleaning?”
He shakes his head, “I’ll go finish right away.”
“Thanks Hoseok, you’re a star.”
You in the meantime are busy with preparing Yoongi’s tea and plating the strawberry rice cake in a pretty manner. You bring both of them to him, feeling yourself burn up under his soft gaze.
“There we go. The sandwich will be with you shortly.”
“Don’t worry, I have time.”
“Yeah? How are renovations going?”
“Going”, he laughs nervously, “the rain is kind of making it impossible to work today because I spent the entire day stuffing leaks”, he sighs, “it was so exhausting.”
“I can imagine.”
“But my living room and sunroom are officially free of leaks now.”
“Oh that’s good to hear”, you say and give him a grin, one which he returns.
“And you? How is the tea shop going?”
“It’s going. We don’t get many customers when it rains, but that’s alright. We just use the time to clean.”
“Mhhm”, he nods his head, “cleaning’s important too.”
“That it is, yes.”
You and him fall silent then, making eye contact. It makes you nervous.
“Either way uhm”, you begin, “I’ll see if your sandwich is finished by now.”
“Mhm”, he hums and nods his head.
As a matter of fact the sandwich was finished and waiting to be served.
“So the Old House”, Jimin begins as he watches you come inside, “Hoseok told me that some young guy bought it?”
“Is this your not so subtle hint at asking me to take a look?” you ask him in a laugh.
“You saw right through me”, Jimin says and gets rid of his apron to follow you outside, “Hoseok told me that you know him?”
“I don’t, what lies is he spreading again? I just talked to him a little yesterday.”
“I see, I see. Good afternoon!” Jimin calls out, making Yoongi raise his head.
Yoongi smiles nervously and raises his hand to wave.
“Hello”, he says quietly, lowering his eyes a second later.
“I heard you purchased the Old House.”
Yoongi clears his throat, tilting his head to the side in question.
“What’s that?”
“It’s the junkyard of a house you’re renovating.”
“Oh”, Yoongi looks to the ground, “I guess so.”
“How are renovations going?"
Yoongi nods his head vigorously and gives Jimin a nervous smile. It doesn’t show his teeth but makes his cheeks puff out.
"I see, that’s good to hear”, Jimin says loudly and gives him a thumbs-up. Then he turns to you.
“Aaaw he is weird, that’s adorable”, Jimin coos quietly, looking at you.
“Don’t be rude, he’s still a customer”, you warn him.
Then you make your way over to Yoongi with his sandwich, putting it down in front of him.
“There we go, your egg sandwich with bacon.”
“Thank you”, he murmurs.
The tip of his nose is blushing.
“Don’t worry about Jimin. He’s very chatty.”
Yoongi looks up at you.
“Oh no, uhm, it’s fine.”
You give him a sweet smile, “alrighty then. Enjoy your meal.”
“Thank you.”
You turn to leave him.
“___!”
“Yes?”
“Hey uhm”, he begins and stands up, “I have something for you.”
“For me?”
“Yeah, uhm here.”
He presents a bouquet of flowers to you. They had been resting next to the umbrella the entire time.
“It’s a thank you present for letting me borrow your umbrella”, he explains with a deep red blush on his cheeks and nose.
“Gosh, that’s sweet. Thank you”, you say and accept them. Your heart is fluttering in that funny way again, just like it did yesterday when he offered to share his flannel.
You inspect the flowers.
“Wow, those are my favourites! How did you know?” you gasp with a sparkle in your eyes.
He grins sweetly.
“You strike me as a woman, who enjoys tulips so I went with my gut instinct.”
You sneak a glance at him and smile.
“Your gut instinct was totally right. You even got my favourite colour right.”
“Wow. Look at me nailing the flower buying”, he jokes and makes you laugh in the process.
“You did, thank you. I’ll put them in water right away.”
Yoongi sits down again and lowers his head to his food, eating it with a shy glow on his cheeks. You study him for a moment. What a peculiar guy he is. Sweet, yet really peculiar.
Hoseok and Jimin are wiggling their brows at you as you make your way back to the counter.
“Shush”, you hiss, rolling your eyes.
“Are you sure you don’t know him? He seems to know you pretty well”, Hoseok teases you.
“Shush, go back to your cleaning.”
Jimin snickers.
“And you rascal, go back to your bread. The Lees are coming over in an hour and expect three loafs.”
“Okay, okay, okay. I’m already off”, Jimin cackles and hurries back to the kitchen.
Yoongi spends the rest of the day in the tea shop, sitting by the window and watching the rain. He doesn’t really disturb you or try to talk to you. He just sits still and looks outside. At some points he was even that inconspicuous that you had to sneak a glance over at his spot to see if he was still there. He was, because every time you did, he quickly averted his gaze back outside and started blushing like crazy. Okay maybe he wasn’t just watching the rain, but apparently you as well. And for some unexplainable reason you found it more sweet than creepy.
Just like announced, the Lees arrived to obtain their three loafs of warm bread. And twenty minutes before closing, the mayor makes a surprise visit for an after work cherry white tea. You chat with him for a little, offering him the last slice of today’s raspberry pie for free because he is such a loyal customer. He thanks you with a delighted yelp and a clap into his hands, “and that is why you are the best bakery my dear Miss”, he laughs and takes a hearty bite of the sweet treat, “oh lovely as always.”
The mayor leaves five minutes after closing, promising you an extra five bucks the next time he comes over. One for every minute he kept you waiting. Then it was already time to close up.
“So that was a good day, wasn’t it guys”, you say, turning the sign from opentoclosed.
“Uuuh boss? What about him?” Jimin asks.
The three of you turn to the table by the heater where Yoongi is staring at you with big eyes.
“Is it time for me to go?” he asks shyly.
“Wait, you’ve been here the entire time?” Hoseok gasps.
Yoongi nods wordlessly.
“I didn’t even see him”, he whispers then speaks to Yoongi, “I didn’t even see you.”
“Yeah”, Yoongi laughs nervously, “I’m told that I’m kind of invisible”, he lowers his eyes and scratches the back of his head, “sorry, I’m just going to leave”, he whispers and stands up, gathering all his belongings messily.
The three of you exchange a look.
“Hey, do you want to walk home together with ___?” Jimin offers, who feels pity at the man.
Yoongi’s head snaps up, his widened eyes falling on you.
“I-I’ve already exhausted my stay here. I-it’s fine.”
“No hey, it’s fine. Let’s walk together. At least like that you can give me my umbrella”, you assure him.
“Okay”, he whispers and fumbles with the hem of his wind jacket.
“I’ll just put on my rain clothes and then we can go.”
Once changed, the four of you make your way outside. Jimin says his goodbye with a warm smile on his face, racing up the hills in the pouring rain with his eyes squinted together. You can hear the curses he lets out through every alleyway in the village. Some people even answer him with a “hey Mister Park don’t you want to come inside for a bit?” or a loud “Mister Park we have stew, wanna have some till the rain stops?” He dismisses them all with a friendly “thank you so much, but I have soup waiting at home!” before continuing his endless journey in the rain to his little mountain cottage.
It is Hoseok’s turn to leave next. Like always he bows way too deeply.
“See you tomorrow ma’am!”
“See you Hobi. You be careful with that Vespa of yours. I don’t want you speeding in the rain like that.”
“Yes ma’am! I’ll be careful ma’am!” he exclaims and nods obediently.
“Fine, go”, you laugh, “gosh you and your manners.”
Hoseok bows at you one last time then gets on his motor roller and speeds away far too quickly. You snort and shake your head.
“That rascal is going to hurt himself one day.”
“Is he always driving that recklessly?”
You have to be honest. You completely forgot about Yoongi’s presence next to you. You flinch and turn. Good god, it really is as if he was invisible.
“Yeah most of the time”, you tell him and laugh.
“That’s not good, he’ll hurt himself one day.”
“Right? Gosh I’m telling him all the time”, you sigh, “but enough chitter chatter, let’s get home”, you say and open your umbrella.
You step into the rain, enjoying the sound of it hitting your umbrella. You turn to Yoongi, who still seems a little unsure.
“Come on, I don’t want to walk back in darkness.”
He nods his head and obeys, opening his umbrella and stepping into the rain with you. Then you begin your walk, staying silent most of the time. There was just something about Yoongi, that made you feel like staying silent wouldn’t be uncomfortable. And you were right, the silence between you and him was so familiar that it was comfortable. Which was something very peculiar, considering you didn’t know him. Maybe it was the aura he had around him. Calmness and tranquillity. He keeps at least an arms length of distance the entire time, sneaking glances at you every now and then. To your surprise he is the one to actually break the silence after the second hill you crossed.
“The egg sandwich was very yummy.”
“Yeah?” you look at him instead of the puddles on the path, “I saw you enjoying it a lot.”
“I did”, he nods his head, “it was very good. The bacon was very crispy and the egg runny. Also the cheese was good.”
You smile, “thank you. I’ll tell Jimin about your liking of his sandwich.”
“Is Jimin the blonde man with the bike?”
“Yes, that’ Jimin. He is my baker slash cook and a total sweetheart. He lives in the mountains with his cats and also sells herbal oils and ointments in his freetime. Most of the herbs we use at the bakery are from his garden.”
“Ooh so he is like a witch?”
You laugh, making him blush.
“Actually now that you say it like that, he is like a witch isn’t he?”
“A-and the red haired guy?”
“That is Hoseok. My right hand man and the best oolong tea maker in the country. He lives in the neighbouring village with his dog Mickey.”
“Does he also grow herbs?”
“No”, you laugh again, “but he does collect stones.”
“So he is like a witch too? You know the kind that does magic with crystals?” Yoongi jokes, making you laugh.
“Damn, I think you’ve looked right through them”, you joke, earning yourself a shy chuckle from him.
Yoongi kicks an imaginary stone.
“I’m sorry for taking up so much space the entire day today.”
“Huh?”
“Because of me your customers couldn’t sit by the heater. So I’m sorry.”
“Hey, no worries. I have many other tables too, besides you saw how abandoned the village was today. You didn’t take up space.”
“Okay that’s good to hear”, he says and lowers his head.
“Also. I’m happy that you enjoyed my tea shop so much that you wanted to stay for the entire day. It’s an honour really.”
Yoongi smiles, showing off his gums.
“You have a pretty tea shop.”
“Well thank you. Yes, it’s very pretty.”
“Did you buy it?”
“I did yes, the previous owner retired and I turned it into a tea shop which also sells baked goods. And just last year I was able to expand and finally build the outside pavilion I always wanted.”
“That’s cool, I’m happy for you.”
“Yeah”, you smile, “although I must say that my milk fridge is a piece of crap.”
“How’s that?”
“Oh well you know, it’s never keeping my milk cool. So I have to run all the way to my cooler room if I want to get milk.”
“Mhm I see, that sucks.”
“Yeah it does”, you say and chuckle, “that’s such a first world problem though, so don’t worry about it.”
“Mhm.”
You fall silent after that. You are so comfortable with him. It is so weird. You haven’t been that comfortable with anyone in a long time. Not even all your amazing friends you made in the village. You sneak a glance at Yoongi, who is busy staring at the puddles on the ground. Even now he radiates calmness, like a cat napping by a fire or the dancing of leaves in a summer’s breeze.
You sigh and turn to look at the path ahead of you. The rain has washed up dirt, forming a little stream down the grassy hills to the river. Poor flowers, they are going to be all squished under the water.
You arrive at Yoongi’s house a few moments later. You join him as he takes the path under his trees to his front door.
“Uhm”, he turns, “I don’t know if there is much to offer, but do you want to come inside?” he offers, scratching the back of his neck.
“No, it’s fine. I need to feed Levi before he plots eating my face in my sleep as revenge for keeping him waiting.”
Yoongi laughs and lowers his eyes.
“Okay then, uhm”, he closes the umbrella and hands it back to you. The little canopy is keeping him from becoming wet, “thank you so much for the umbrella and also the nice day. I had lots of fun.”
You smile, “I had fun too Yoongi. Also if you ever need an umbrella again let me know, I’m just over the river.”
“I will”, he says and clears his throat, “so uhm…goodbye for now?”
“Yup, see you around”, you tell him with a smile and turn to leave, “bye bye Yoongi!”
“Bye bye!” he calls after you, watching you skip down his garden path.
Hoseok circles you, moving to the melody of the funk song on the radio while you are using the broom as a makeshift microphone. Jimin, busy with toppling over in laughter, gives the two of you his occasional round of applause.
Today was a good day. You woke up with the sunlight on your face and with Levi cuddled to your side, ate a yummy breakfast and on your way to work you found a four-leaf clover. Said cloverleaf is resting in a little bowl of water next to the flowers Yoongi gave you two days ago.
“Park Jimin don’t just stand there and laugh, come over here”, Hoseok says, doing a little spin before dancing up to Jimin whilst wiggling his eyebrows.
“Why are you looking at me like you want to seduce me?” Jimin cackles, allowing Hoseok to take his.
“Maybe I am Jimin-ah”, Hoseok jokes.
Jimin laughs, which makes Hoseok laugh and in return makes you laugh.
The bell jingles.
Laughter stops, heads snap into the direction of the door.
“Good morning”, Yoongi says, carrying a toolbox.
Hoseok and Jimin stop dancing, holding onto each other as they look between you and Yoongi with bated breath.
“Oh hey uhm. What are you doing here? We’re not open yet”, you say, slightly out of breath from your early morning dance session.
Yoongi turns and looks at the sign.
“I did not see that I, I just s-saw you guys dancing inside so I, I thought you’re open”, he stutters with his cheeks beet red, “I-I’m sorry I’ll just go again."
"No hey it’s fine”, you stop him in a laugh, “we’re going to open in ten either way. What do you want?”
“Uhm I, I came to fix your fridge. You, you told me about it”, he explains and lifts his toolbox.
“My fridge?” your brows shoot up in surprise, “you remembered that?”
He nods his head vigorously.
You can hear Jimin and Hoseok snicker behind you, it earns them a warning glare over your shoulder. Yoongi heard it too now really burning up in embarrassment.
“Sorry!” he blurts out, “that was very weird and you didn’t ask for my help, I’ll just leave.”
That earns Hoseok and Jimin another warning glare. They lower their heads in shame.
“No, hey, it’s alright. Come on, I’ll show it to you.”
He nods his head vigorously and waddles after you. Jimin and Hoseok follow too, keeping their distance as they watch the two of you with knowing smirks.
“So here it is, the bastard”, you say and kick the little fridge under the counter softly, “it cost me more tears than anything else.”
“Aw hey don’t cry I’m here now, I’m sure I can fix it”, Yoongi says in that calming voice of his and that sweet smile of his on his lips.
Yoongi squats down and furrows his brows, opening the fridge to check for the temperature.
“Mhhm you’re right, it’s not cooling.”
“Yeah right? Urgh I’m going insane.”
Yoongi looks up at you, “don’t worry I can fix it.”
Yoongi lowers his gaze shyly and scrunches his nose up, “no worries.”
You would have loved to keep Yoongi company a little longer if it wasn’t time for the tea shop to open. Jimin disappears in the kitchen to prepare his world famous breakfast rice cakes, but not before whispering into your ear that “the Yoongi dude is totally whipped for you.” which earned him yet another warning g
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
a/n: no this isn’t sponsored by panera lmao but Jin is definitely onto something about their mac ‘n cheese lmk what you thought and let’s chat about ur Panera orders (thanks for reading)
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
a/n: sorry for taking a while with this one, I had to get some school stuff started but I hope y’all enjoyed getting to see what yoongi and his dad are like (also it’s suppose to say “no touchy-feely stuff”) as always, thanks for reading!!
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
a/n: I wish that was an actual Escape Room room I did the heist one with my friends once and we failed lol but just imagine what the ufo room would be like anyway thanks for reading!!
↳You can’t help but wonder what the hell is going on inside of the quiet angry guy’s head who’s always brooding under the big oak tree. Life isn’t kind, Yoongi knows that from first hand experience, but the curious girl who always watches him is.
genre: one night stand, early relationship, noona, smut, angst
rating: M
word count: 7k
warnings: smut in the forms of fingering, penetrative sex (no condom), new position (I said it), so much OC introspection,
a/n: can we just thank@xjoonchildx for like, coaxing me through this. I struggled with the final main scene. I appreciate her help.@hobi-gif is the beta of champions. and a thank you to@deoxyribonucleicacidworld&@sasseonefor the validation
my dear sweet sweet readers: can I just hug each of you? for your thoughtful words, and keyboard smashes? I just…my heart is very full.
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You are still debating on how many pairs of pants you need to pack when his text comes through.
:: about fifteen minutes away. i can uber?
Your heart speeds up (although when doesn’t it when he’s involved), but you text back.
:: That’s silly. I’ll be there to pick you up.
:: thx, jagi.
When you toss your phone back on your bed, your eyes drift toward the rather small pale pink and white shopping bag sitting in the corner near your dresser. You’d acquired it only a few days ago, and you still hadn’t taken it out of the bag.
The whole thing felt presumptuous (even more so if tonight went badly).
You grab your favorite sweatshirt and slip it over your head, too focused about packing to worry about what you might look like today.
It wasn’t like you didn’t have a million reasons to be nervous this evening or anything.
Things had seemed okay at the bookstore (which is now one of your favorite places in the city) between you and Yoongi, but the talk had yet to happen and this would be the last time you both had a chance to hash things out before you left tomorrow. For a month.
It could be a month with constant communication or a month of silence.
You weren’t even sure which one was the best choice.
Pairing:Yoongi x Female Reader Rating:18+ Genre:Strangers to lovers, smut, romcom Word count: 23k
Summary:Travelling alone to your dream destination had sounded like a good idea at the time. And you don’t regret doing it, of course not - you’re in Greece! The food! The sun! The smell of the sea! The white walls and blue chairs, the hills, the warm days and colder nights. A little company wouldn’t hurt, though. That’s how you end up talking to Min Yoongi, your next door neighbour with whom you practically share a balcony. He’s quiet, he barely leaves his room but when you reach out, he doesn’t push you away. That’s how your Greek adventure begins.
Warnings:It’s a slowburn&oneshot!Cursing, alcohol, drinking, explicit sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk. No strong dom/sub undertones, maybe a slight trace of soft dom Yoongi (barely there), public groping (m receiving, they’re on a balcony), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, mentions of oral (m receiving) & choking, creampie, teasing, edging (nothing extreme), doggy sex, dick riding, it’s not rough, just super sensual, hot and soft cause they have fattest crushes on one another
A/N: I owe a huge thank you to everyone over at @bangtansorciere, for sprinting and encouraging me since day 1. I could write 10 paragraphs over how @btssmutgalore had helped me with this and just writing in general. Dee, if it weren’t for you, I would have given up on this a loooong time ago. You’re a saviour and I don’t know what I’d do without you. A super special thank you to @kithtaehyung for a lovely cover and just for encouraging me to not give up on this and reading bits and pieces every other day, just keeping me going. And last but certainly not least, @missgeniality I can never thank you enough for reading, editing and saving me from deleting this whole thing. Your help turned this into a readable story and I just… can’t thank you enough.
New bed. And a new pillow - your neck can tell. You don’t feel the common confusion of waking up in a different place, because you know exactly where you are. It took you a connecting flight and an overly expensive cab ride for you to wake up here. Greece.
pairings:Yoongi x Reader (I’m sorry, I swear I’m writing other things too)
rating: 18+ / Mature / Explicit
c/w & themes: Comfort, fluff, angst, smut (grinding, oral, fingers, penetration, unprotected sex), referenced drug use, also, the words “palms are sweaty” are somewhere in here, have fun trying not to think “Mom’s spaghetti” when you read it.
author’s note: Wrote this based on a really beautiful, sweet scene in the HBO show Betty. I highly, highly recommend you check it out. Dedicated to @mochilatae for being an incredible roomie, friend, inspiration, and guide; @purplehearts1996 for writing a wonderful comfort fic for me when I was really in my feels; and @skyys-universe for always making everything softer, better, and happier. Thanks, ladies. Such a good time!
Yoongi’s lips taste like teriyaki. He probably had chicken for lunch. On the sweeter side. Not the place across the street from the studio. They’re a little heavy-handed on the soy sauce.
“Missed you,” he whines, his frame pinning you down to your bed. “Need you.”
“Need?” you ask, surprised at the word. You hadn’t been concerned. You never really are with him. He certainly didn’t seem upset when he called and asked if you were home. Maybe he, through the peephole, was a bit more eager than usual for the door to open. But when he saw you in nothing but your mauve, satin camisole and matching shorts, he looked like he always looks when he looks at you. Just… sure. Simply sure.
synopsis:You and Yoongi live on the same floor in the same dorm. You walk home together after class. And you hang out all the time, in study groups, or just around campus. So, why hasn’t he seen your room yet?
genre: F2L, college!AU
word count: 10,412
content warnings: Loss of virginity, vanilla smut, oral sex, vaginal sex, handjob, fingering, cursing, thoughts about rough sex
author’s note:Ahuge shoutout to Pandorable for her gentle nudges that lead to seismic revelations. I’m so, so grateful to you! (And if you haven’t read her stuff yet, you’re missing out…)
This is my first submission as part of the network! Really excited to be sharing with all of you!
Jagged cement has given way to a tiny tendril of green.
And in an attempt to protect it, Yoongi dashes his arm against your unfortunate stomach, which you have been trying to hide for the months that you’ve known him.
An embarrassed and gentle laugh chases the “sorry” that similarly collides into your nervous cough.
Both of you pause, eyes glancing. Each of you keep one foot, his left, and your right, on the lot, and one foot on the curb, his right shoe and your left shoe on either side of the tendril breaking free.
“It’s fine,” you mumble shyly, eyes downcast, forearms pinned to your belly.
“It’s just…” Yoongi looks hopelessly out at the rest of the lot that your path back from class leads you through. His eyes rove sadly over the idle bulldozers secured by temporary fences with torn, fluttering, black trash bag-like plastic inexplicably wrapping the first four feet from the ground up. Clearly, protecting the tendril is futile, but if Yoongi doesn’t at least try, then he wouldn’t be who he is.
an ⋮ hahahahah they are finally coming back together! also, i lowkey wanted to make this a little more angsty (and there will still be wtf moments) but you know what? fuck angst! fluff is where it’s at … i was also listening to cute songs so i physically couldn’t handle bad scenes… don’t judge me…
The bar was sleek, a prim employee standing behind it, creating fruity drinks for a few girls giggling with a singer you recognized. The entire back wall was filled with bottles of the most expensive drinks known to mankind. Bottles of whiskey, tequila, vodka— every kind and it overwhelmed you, unsure of what is in your budget for the night.
“Would you like something to drink?” The sudden voice of the bartender makes you look up, straightening up your posture.
“I don’t suppose you have some soju?” It’s a half joke, and you’re glad he catches on.
“I don’t suppose you have some soju?” It’s a half joke, and you’re glad he catches on.
He chuckles softly, “the cheapest on the menu is the margarita.”
You let out a sigh of relief, “thank god. Could I get one of those?”
“Of course,” he sends you a kind smile. “Coming right up.” The man turns away, focusing on making your drink, letting your eyes continue to run about the place.
The walls of the place are a sleek dark brown, no indentation or scratch anywhere. There were a few pieces dangling down from the ceiling, creating such a glittery light that you found captivating. It was fairly quiet, only some individuals speaking to one another, a few laughs when the conversation turned funny. It was a pleasant place.
You’re turning your body back to the bartender when your eyes latch onto a familiar figure. Walking towards you is the man you had held so near and dear to your heart for so long. The man you had stalked on Twitter, smiling bright as you came across a selfie with his gummy or bored smile. He looked the same, besides the slight rocker aesthetic he had in high school. His hair wasn’t sticking out in every direction, rather, it sat at the top of his head, shiny and fluffy. He didn’t wear the dark eye makeup he wore either, face smooth and fresh.
But his eyes. They were the same. They creased up when he sent you a smile, like all those times you two hung out in your bedroom and he laughed at your silly antics. The times you stood across the student body, nervous to give a speech, and he managed to help you relax with that damned smile. The one you felt yourself melting under as he stood across from you.
“Yoongi.” Your own smile is bright as you pick yourself up off the chair. He doesn’t say anything, rather, his eyes are trailing about your face, trying to take you in. He doesn’t seem to believe it’s real either, overwhelming feelings from the past rushing at the both of you. It’s not resentment like you had thought it would be, it was nothing but happiness and excitement. Taking things into your own hands, you wrap your arms around his figure, his cold leather jacket pushed up against you.
He doesn’t hesitate wrapping his own arms around you, chin laying atop of your head, taking you in completely. “It’s been so long.” He mumbles, feeling his chest rumble with every word.
“It has.” Your voice is shaky, with nerves and slight fear. You feel absolutely insane for loving being in his hold. It was if the two of you weren’t parted for ten years, getting back to where you last were before it went wrong. It was unbelievable how much of a hold he still had on you.
You hesitantly pull away, sitting back down onto your seat as Yoongi takes the one right beside you.
“You look the same.” You begin. “You’re just missing that messy hairstyle and eyeliner.”
“That was a look,” he laughs, thinking back to his high school days. “My mom was so happy when I grew out of that phase.”
“It was cute.” You smile at him, grabbing the drink that had been placed for you. “Had all the girls swooning.”
He scoffs with a laugh, “you and I both know no one swooned over me. They were all scared of me.”
“Aw come on,” you tease. “They wouldn’t ask you out but they definitely looked for too long when you walked by.”
“Hmm, I’m not sure I believe you.”
“Why would I lie?”
“To stroke my ego?”
“I know, you know I don’t need to stroke anything, your ego is through the roof.”
He shakes his head, “me? Never.”
“Oh, really? Mr. Tongue Technology rapping about all the designer stuff he has.”
“Hey, I worked for that designer, you bet your ass I’m gonna rap about it.”
You can’t help but laugh at his childish demeanor. Despite the tough persona he put on, he was still the introverted Yoongi who liked stuffed bears on his bed and his mom to cut up his fruit.
When you first met him, he had cozied up to you almost immediately. Hoseok liked to joke that you’d end up dating in middle school, to which you both declined, blushing messes. Nevertheless, you two continued sticking to one another like glue — as did the others. It wasn’t until the summer going into freshman year that Hoseok’s premonition came true.
Thinking back, you weren’t even sure how it happened. One second, you were at camp, sitting at a bench with Yoongi during study hour. The next, you found your lips pressed to his. It was awkward, a stale kiss that barely had any passion, but the two of you learned together because soon after, your relationship was set. A true best friend to lovers trope that you liked to read growing up.
Only there wasn’t a happy ending. You didn’t end up together, time passed, heartbreaks healed and now, you were sitting at a bar, chatting about the happenings in each other’s lives. You weren’t married to him like you thought you would be at eighteen, you didn’t own a house with him, you didn’t have kids with him — you had nothing with him. Nothing but the hope of rekindling your many years of friendship.
Yoongi managed to convince you he’d pay for drinks, and scolded the bartender (who he’s friends with) for scaring you with the prices. In a more sarcastic way than snobby, he assured you it wouldn’t make a dent in his wallet. Hesitantly, you gave in, drinking the same expensive thing he did.
Now, you’re 28 years old. You’re not the most lightweight, years of experience piling up, but the quality must have been amazing, the mood turning lighter the more the two of you drank. Your bodies drew closer to one another, laughing over another story of yours from New York and your previous coworkers. What seemed to get to you the most wasn’t how good he looked or how sweet his smile was (although they do play a hand.). It was how enthralled he was on you. He watched your lips move as you spoke fervently about something you found fascinating. He nods, telling you to keep going, eyes not leaving you once.
And you’re weak. You’re a weak, weak person for the guy you hadn’t wanted to let go in the first place. He was so sweet and he was the same Yoongi you knew and loved, only much more attentive. It was exactly what you wanted from him to begin with.
Perhaps it was also the fact that you hadn’t slept with anyone in such a long time, but god, you wanted him badly. And you had to be an idiot to miss the way he wanted you just as much.
It’s how the two of you ended up in his huge apartment, dragging each other’s clothes off as hastily as possible. Your lips connected once free, toppling onto his all too big of a bed. You only pull away when you pull on your own hair, a loud laugh coming from the two of you at the awkward moment. But it doesn’t deter you, rather, it fuels you further.
Heart full, laughing at any awkward exchange, you two share a night that could either make or break your shared futures.
！ ׅ࣪ ✰︬ ࣪ ׅ ☺︎ ׅ ࣪ ♡ ⃝ ࣪ ׅ ᵎᵎ
an ⋮ i was going to write smut but im so frustrated with everything i write that i had to scrap it or i’d embarrass myself but thank you for reading! i know ppl sometimes read smau’s for the quick read which is why there will only be like a max of one of two written portions throughout the story! gimme ur thoughts! talking to u about my series motivates me a ton, so don’t be shy to talk to me! love u, take care, besitos!
an ⋮ hello, im super sorry this is late! life has been a little busying and i didn’t have much time to write, i apologize! but here it is! hearing y’all’s feedback motivates me a lot, so don’t be afraid to talk to me! and can we pls pretend those dms are tinder chats? i didn’t have a layout LMAO SORRY!!!
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