#Kim Namjoon x yn
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Me Time (Namjoon x Yn/Reader)
Word Count: 7.23k
Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n
Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit
Warnings: Kissing (french and other), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, clit/pussy sucking, orgasms (multiple, yours and his), flirting, seduction, semi-missionary sex, intense sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, Namjoon has money/a nice place/is a rich guy in this one. If I missed one, it is what it is.
Genre: Strangers to Lovers, PWP
AUs: None
Summary: You head to the woods for a Me Day. When you encounter a handsome stranger more than once, it becomes an ‘Us’ day that you could get used to.
Author’s Note: Glad to be back and I’m happy to have my comeback be a Namjoon adventure. This was requested by @worldwideseal a bit ago and I've been trying hard to finish it.
Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed it, let me know in a comment.
Tag list: @askkrisachan @kiestrokes
It was a solid battle. A contemplation in the drinks aisle, door open and chilled air rolling over your sun warmed skin. If you were accused of debating too long, it wasn’t something you’d deny. The cool air felt nice on the sting of what had clearly proved a bit too long in the midday sun.
A wonderful way to start your weekend: an unexpectedly challenging hike that was supposed to take less than 30 minutes from the parking lot. But that proved to be for those initiated types–the ones who made a hike with a considerable grade look like a jaunt.
For you it was a bit more like a gauntlet of misery. So you’d more than justified it to yourself, leaning against the drinks cooler door frame, letting your profile crush against the frosted surface.
You hadn’t heard the footsteps approaching but the voice came through. Clear. Amused. No need to look because a grin stretched the distance between the few words over your shoulder.
“Contemplating life or flavors?”
You straightened, grip finding and holding the door handle. The chilly rush over your cheeks did something to help the panic, which helped a little. You couldn’t blame that kind of tell on lack of sunscreen or an unplanned too-long-hike in the sun.
“It’s rough.” You barely replied. Eyes popping, you grabbed the brightest color visible front and center: blue ice. Lowest on your list, but it was in your hand and you stepped aside.
A large hand grazed your own as grips traded on the door handle.
The form stepping into your spot in front of the open case was just obvious enough: Big. Broad. Tanned just right. The kind of golden that said it was real deal stuff. No spray tan or tanning bed nonsense.
The man leaned forward, eyes closing as he hummed into the same cold air your pores sucked up earlier.
You swallowed, eyes lingering on the necklines. And the biceps, rounded, stressing the cuffs of his white t-shirt sleeves just enough. Suddenly you were hungry–the handful of crackers and cheese burned up long ago in the car. You’d eaten fast and should have prepared more, but now you saw something meaty.
Something in a healthy, hunky shape, grinning your way, eyes finally open and meeting your nervous stare. Your eyes widened again. At least you kept your mouth neutral–an even line.
He had a nice smile as selected the same flavor you’d chosen, nodding your way.
“Good flavor. You like it too?”
You looked down, turned the bottle over in your grip, and looked back up.
Shrugging, you waved the bottle a little. “It’s up there.”
One perfectly thick brow arched as the man offered a timid smile. He didn’t move much, but his bangs still lolled. The tips feathered his forehead, hypnotizing your senses for a moment. You’d barely noticed the world huffing up the winding trails outside the store, melting under your tank top and workout leggings.
He had the faintest sweat–something normally unappealing. He’d managed to make a biological response magical. The slickness on his skin looked good.
“Up there? Not your go-to?”
In the middle of the only store for 45 minutes in either direction, there wasn’t room to be choosy. Trade offs were made for a weekend away from your city apartment. A lot more space. A lot LESS amenities.
But sometimes there were unexpected perks—exhibit A standing just within reach.
Blue Ice traded hands as he reached into the case again. This time he selected a considerable bottle of Evian and shook it, like you’d done before. Both his cheeks developed dimples as he beamed.
Your fingers tightened on the cold plastic bottle that you now gripped for dear life. Your throat was tight enough. It wasn’t the only part suddenly unable to relax. The reason was familiar and longer overdue: Attraction. Raw and unbridled. Washing over you.
“Can’t beat water. Perfect palette cleanser.” Murmuring, his fingers wrapped both bottle necks with room to spare as they overlapped.
“You’re not local.” He added once his assessing gaze finished at your face.
A scoff dislodged the lump in your throat, allowing a breath.
“Is it that obvious?”
You boiled inside all over again–as warm inside as the surface of your skin felt outwardly when a wide, warm smile changed the entire handsome face in front of you.
If he was a local you’d eat the map you’d grabbed from the gift shop ‘section’ of the store.
“Maybe.” He added a wink, then looked beyond you, towards the clerk leaning into the counter by the register, yawning her way through the local paper with low lids. She hadn’t looked up when you came in, but she couldn’t have missed this guy.
“Are you?” It was natural to ask so you didn’t feel awkward about it.
“Yes and No.”
“I don’t live here year round. I visit now and then.”
“What’s that mean?” You watched his free hand go into a pocket, then come back out with a square of leather.
His head jerked towards the end of the aisle and you took a step, matching his as he walked and talked.
“Family?” Your eyes scanned the shelves as you moved along, trailing the man but also debating just how hungry you felt before it was too late and you were back into the hike back to your car. It seemed just a touch too far away right now and those Oreos on the upcoming end cap looked all too tempting.
“No.” He chuckled, glancing at you, then following your eyes to the Oreos. With a rakish grin, the man grabbed two packs and they joined the drinks, tucked against the inside, pinned in place by the inside of his arm.
You suddenly wondered what that arm would feel like around your neck. Maybe bent over the counter, with his lips along your ear, his hips screwing slowly against your ass. Bold and full of fire.
That kind of body heat wouldn’t be the worst thing to suffer. You were piping hot in a few places as it was.
“I own a place up the hill.” He was stopped at the aisle end. You thought about going around, but didn’t. No need to end this encounter any sooner than it was going to be over. It wasn’t getting any less hot outside either.
“Yeah?” You returned a smile.
“Mmhm. What’s your name?”
You hesitated, bringing the drink bottle to your neck and rolling it along one side. You kind of like it more than a lot that his eyes followed the motion. His patient smile didn’t falter but something flashed in his eyes.
“Y/n.”
“Nice to meet you.” He said. “I’d shake your hand but—”
Your hand shot out. Until now you weren’t the type for hand shakes. How quickly that changed.
“Namjoon” He pumped your hand as he spoke again. That big palm was warm and smooth. Silky and dry. By contrast you wondered just how dewy your palm still felt. You’d spent quite a bit of time wiping palms on your thighs as you’d paused all too often on every hill during the hike. But he didn’t have to know that.
Namjoon gave no indication he minded, if anything was amiss. “Nice to meet you.”
Finally he moved again and you watched his back as he stopped at the counter. The employee barely looked up, coming away from the counter to situate herself mostly behind the register. The beep of each scan started. In between Namjoon made more conversation, which was a relief because you couldn’t keep your focus on talking with the way your eyes feasted on his ass and calves.
Everything from his hips down looked impossibly tight in his light gray workout pants.
“You hiked up here then?”
Leaning around him, you stole a look at your chosen drink still on the counter, then sighed.
“Yeah.”
Namjoon moved your bottle towards his selections. The girl was efficient, scanning so fast you had no time to protest. With a single blink you pointed.
“...That’s mine.”
He had to forget. That was it. Best to remind him. Just like him, you’d queued up to pay. Reasonable for how you expected things to go. Even if you hadn’t expected to meet someone in the middle of choosing. But that was life sometimes: unplanned, bringing pleasant surprise on the back of undesired situations.
“I know.” Namjoon opened his wallet.
You noted several cards in various colors. Even black—you knew enough about people who owned a black card. It took a certain level of financial security and comfort to get one of those.
He’d already paid and turned towards you again with your drink held out in offering. You took it. When he passed a pack of Oreos along after, you sputtered. It wasn’t an insult to injury for the extra sugar, or the worst thing. The cheap energy would help your dreaded trip back down the hill.
Still… How he’d decided to be so kind. To a stranger.
“Why?” You inquired, low and confused. Feeling all kinds of knotted up inside at his kindness and that flame still going inside your chest.
Namjoon stepped around you and started for the door, taking your focus with him as you turned, and paced him with your stare. Looking back, he held the door open and spoke.
“I wanted to. Be careful out there.”
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You kept replaying things in your head, carefully shuffling sideways down the steep hill. There hadn’t seemed to be so many on the way up, but the grade felt a lot more intense going the other direction, towards the store.
Now, having some distance from the store, you felt a little sheepish over quietly cursing your decision to come up here. It was a lovely day outside, instead of the boiling, sun soaked hell you’d sworn it had become earlier.
Unscrewing your drink cap you took another healthy swallow and swatted at the tinny whine of a mosquito hovering near your ear. You slapped another away from your shoulder and marched down the hill again, taking more cautious steps.
As you came around a corner, you noticed a form and barely glanced further beyond, where the hill sloped down again, into the shadows of forest canopy. Darkness and coolness was promised and you couldn’t wait.
You made your way by with measured steps, almost shuffling to keep from tumbling down the trail, treading on the loose gravel and natural divots of long dislodged rocks.
It wouldn’t be attractive to go the rest of the way down on your backside.
“Y/n?” A curious voice, tinged in muted surprise.
You looked towards the voice as your pace slowed and the figure turned to greet your approach. Clear as day: the tall frame with white t-shirt impressively stretched over a broad front.
Namjoon’s face, still fresh as it’d been meeting him a bit ago, beamed.
His sunglasses were off, resting on his head and he wiped a hand on his thigh, then extended it. You tried wiping a hand too, missing a good amount of the dirt kissed palm. Namjoon shook hands anyway.
As he glanced where you’d been heading, you stole a once over. Namjoon didn’t look any more sweat soaked than he’d been. The hill grades weren’t a challenge for him. If he’d hiked to get to that store too, he was in MUCH better shape. You’d never have guessed he’d just come up these hills, looking unflagged in front of the drink cooler.
“So you didn’t drive to the store.” You voiced the determination, earning a raised brow.
“Is that bad?”
“No.”
“I DID drive to the parking lot down there.” Namjoon motioned in that direction. “The road is too long and winding through the woods to get up there safely. From the parking lot it’s an easier walk.”
An easier walk. You scoffed softly and wiped the back of a hand across your brow.
“You parked down there too?” He continued, casually wiping trail dust off his shirt.
“Not quite.” When he looked up again, both brows rose. The least you could do was a little more explanation. Lamely you added “..My friend dropped me off. I have to meet her back down there in a little bit.”
“That’s nice of her.” He murmured with a smile. His cheekbones had a brief glimmer. Even the overhead sun couldn’t do a thing to dim his appeal. Sweaty or dry as a bone. Rain soaked. Something told you that Namjoon was all-weather handsome.
“Yeah.” You agreed.
You watched your sneaker toe bully through the dirt in an uneven line. Your muscles protested menacingly from this tiny action. Much too much. Burning and twitching had found a nice home there. The croissant and half a coffee you’d wolfed down for morning fuel hadn’t left a single ounce of energy by now. You were paying for it now, even with half a sports drink down.
“You should walk down there with me.”
You were equally surprised and thankful he asked. The company was welcoming and you needed to see his car. Having several cards in his wallet and looking so good even after a moderately intense hike? Namjoon wasn’t driving a beater.
“Sure..” You responded, waiting just long enough to look like it’d been a little debate.
Namjoon pushed upright from the leaning he’d been doing against a tree just off the trail and stepped towards you. Turning to face downhill, he strode forward and you followed, falling into pace. His strides were long, but he went slow enough. It was like he sussed your flagging energy and mounting fatigue. You weren’t exactly projecting boundless energy.
However long the hike felt going uphill, time bent again and it seemed over all too soon as you paced Namjoon to the parking lot’s asphalt edge after coming around the last trail bend a short time later.
As you stood next to him, looking at the few cars in spaces scattered across the lot, Namjoon turned his face up to the sun and let his head fall back.
You slid your pack straps off both shoulders and brought it around to your front. Namjoon rifled through his pocket, doing the same to free himself from his mid-size backpack. The keys jingled as he looked away from you, to a far corner of the lot.
“Your friend here yet?” He inquired, squinting.
You scanned. Nowhere did you see the familiar rust nibbled Isuzu. An antique by some measure but it served her father well in college and he’d maintained the interior parts enough to keep it going even now. The car got you up here and you were fairly confident it’d get you back to town.
“Not yet.” You thought about calling but didn’t go for your cell phone, setting your pack at your feet instead. Namjoon noticed, double taking.
“Well..” He began, leaning down and grabbing a strap, then lifting the pack like it was empty. It certainly hadn’t felt that way going up OR down the trail. “..Let me drive you? Where are we headed?”
“You don’t have to–” A tut cut you off toot suite.
“I want to, Y/n. Where are we going?”
Inhaling, you almost choked on trail dust still lingering at the lot edge. The dread of the trip back home in a car without AC was pulling you down into despair. In spite of your friend's optimism, all the windows down had not helped nearly as promised and it wouldn’t be better now, sweaty and tired.
You glanced at Namjoon after a moment.
“...Well.. Where are you going?”
Namjoon’s smile was cheeky. “Me? I have a place about 20 minutes drive from here. You’re welcome to hang out there and wait for your friend.”
“I could do that.” You should, not wanting to go all the way back up that hellish trail, to the store. No way you’d make it. No need to even delude yourself. The Isuzu and the trail would not see YOU again, for now.
“Yeah? I know it’s cliche. Stranger danger..”
“Maybe but.. What the hell. It’ll be nice to see your place and find out there’s more than a few damp cabins out here. So long as it’s not a rotting shack in the pines, we’re golden.” Your mind supplied endless visions of bugs, bears and poison oak. It was anybody’s guess what you’d encounter but there was 1 of those 3, minimum.
“Hmm.” A playful glare leveled your way. “There’s not much land value in a moss covered single level dwelling these days. The market wouldn’t bear it and I’m not into that kind of ambiance.”
“Thank goodness.”
Namjoon reached where he’d been looking: the lot corner, and a cobalt blue sedan parked there. It was dusty but otherwise in great shape. MUCH better than no-AC and AM radio only.
You followed, keeping within a step or two. As you both made your way, Namjoon spoke again.
“You can call your friend when we get to my place and hang out until they get there. Deal?”
You nodded.
He opened the passenger door first and watched you climb in, then moved to that back passenger door and opened it. A gentle lob had both your packs situated across the back seat.
As Namjoon settled into the driver’s seat, you buckled your seatbelt,then let your legs stretch out. The footwell was roomy too. This was proving to be a good decision the more time went on. You wouldn’t have bet on this kind of luck turn hours ago.
Namjoon was smiling, watching you get comfortable. The car came to life. He adjusted the rearview mirror.
“I wouldn’t object to some food too.” You suggested, watching him study the mirror’s reflection, then glance back as he reversed out of the parking spot. He shifted to drive, jaw muscles briefly flexing before he spoke.
“I can take care of that.”
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You finished the last bite of apple and chewed, staring out the picture window.
Namjoon had more than a ramshackle place with walls, windows and a few doors. It was like something out of Mountain Living magazine–of which you were sure you’d seen a few issues neatly stacked on the coffee table in the living room when he’d led you through.
This kitchen was spacious. More than any other cabin you’d spent time in.Even if that number wasn’t high, THIS place was impressive. It shouldn’t have been a shock, spotting all the cards in his wallet. That was plenty of foreshadowing.
Even if assumptions weren’t fair.
You swallowed and turned away from the view, setting the remains of the apple on the kitchen table and headed for the living room. You took a loop around the perimeter, studying the bookshelf, paying close attention to the single shelf dedicated to what looked like photo albums.
You were tempted to pull one off and go through it. But you didn’t, turning your attention to the photos on the nearby wall: lots of candid photos of nature. Namjoon’s selfies tended to be unique: his form standing in the distance of the shot, back to the camera.
Or in silhouette barely at the edges. You liked a particularly vibrant one of his bare back to the camera, shorts soaked to the skin with water, flesh glistening in the sun against the expanse of a sky so blue it hardly seemed real.
It looked like some kind of lake. You wondered where this body of water was, hopeful it wasn’t far, then went to work pondering how it would have been behind the lens, taking the shot.
...And what would happen after, when the picture was done and Namjoon turned around with that smile.
A smile you’d grown to really like A LOT since the store.
Hearing a door close, you turned towards the dark hall where the sound had come from. There was a little motion under the door at the far end, shadows moving across a sliver of light at the bottom.
A moment later the door came open and Namjoon’s form filled the newly made space. Not long after his footsteps came towards you. When he came through from the dark into light, your senses reeled.
Namjoon was flushed and smiling, hair wet and slicked back, cheeks plumped in a shy grin. He’d changed shirts. This one was thinner and more ivory than optic white. You knew that shape at the front of his chest and the tiny perking points.
You blinked away the stun and smiled back.
“You reach your friend?” He asked, walking towards, then around you, heading for the couch.
You turned. “Yeah.” You’d hit voicemail. It wasn’t your best message and you probably sounded breathless, describing what had happened on your hike and trying to summarize Namjoon in the space of 30 seconds.
Lord knows how your friend would take it.
“I…” You paused and Namjoon’s head turned your way.
“Hmm?” He’d paused arranging the couch cushions, even though they looked perfect to you. “What is it?”
God you felt…dumb admitting this but it was best to spit the truth out. Time would betray you eventually.
“I wasn’t sure of your address so I couldn’t leave one on the voicemail.”
Namjoon chuckled warm and slow. You wanted to grab a throw pillow nearby and stuff your face into it, to swallow up the responsive squeal aching to escape your throat.
“I guess I hadn’t thought about that.” He motioned to the magazines. “You could have done it the sneaky way.. That’s got my address.”
“I’m not a sneaky type.” You replied. Namjoon nodded.
“Appreciate that. Well.. “ He inhaled and picked up one of the smaller pillows, then lobbed it at the far end of the couch. “...If you want to call them back, I’ll give you my address–officially.”
Did you REALLY want to call your friend right now? This place was pretty damned nice and so was the company. Mulling it over, you finally shrugged.
“In a little bit.” Namjoon’s brows dropped. You fumbled, continuing. “...If that’s okay? I mean…I can—”
“It’s fine.” His brows were soft arches over dark, comforting eyes again. “I like the company.”
“Me too.” It was exciting how the confession sent heat through you. Rubbing at your neck, you realized how sweaty and icky you still felt. Namjoon’s head cocked as he walked closer to you.
“I’m really glad we met today, Y/n. I like the isolation here but…Having another person around is even better, when I’m in the mood.”
“Is it?” You croaked, swallowing a lump. Your nod was almost a twitch. “..You’re in the mood to have someone around today?”
“I wasn’t at first.” Namjoon’s pause dragged on until you met his stare, gazing into the depths of his eyes right there, just above you. “..That changed…” He snickered and softly murmured “...for some reason.”
You could tell he was being cheeky and it was delightful. You couldn’t help giggling too.
“I wonder why..” You sighed.
After a minute, Namjoon looked around. “Let’s get a little more comfortable then. You want to go clean up? My shower’s back there..”
He indicated where he’d come from, with a nod. As if you hadn’t watched him go there prior, the apple pressed to your lips and heart pounding as you drank in this entire place.
“Thanks..” Was all you managed, head bowing a little. You slipped past him. Namjoon’s turn to watch you go briefly clear in your peripherals.
“Just pick whatever out of my dresser. Plenty to choose from. See you soon.”
“You have a beautiful bathroom.” You confided, watching Namjoon standing next to you. It was getting to a really nice addiction: you and he, just sharing this space. It’d only been a few hours but it was like a lifetime away from the rest of the world.
Namjoon looked away from the living room window and smiled at you. “Thanks.”
What you’d WANTED to say was ‘This whole place is amazing.’, but you weren’t psychic or brave enough to voice that–just yet.
Combing wet strands back, you shook your hair out again. It was still a little damp from the shower, but you felt so much better with the grime and sweat washed away.
You hadn’t realized just how much you’d collected tromping up and down the hills out there. Not until you’d felt the rivulets of perfectly hot water winding down your body under the massive shower head, did you really conceive how messy you’d gotten.
The whole shower experience here left your skin humming and nicely warm. A far cry from your apartment’s modest water pressure and scalding or ice cold temperature poles. If you were honest, you could get used to this.
“I appreciate the compliment.” Namjoon finally said. “I wasn’t sure about the head but it’s got your approval. Think I’ll keep it.”
When you locked eyes, he winked, grin wider than before. He was more handsome with dimples.
“What else do you do out here, alone?” You voiced your curiosity this time. Maybe it was the inhibitions washed away with the sudsy heat or something else at play, but it was out before you could regret.
Namjoon took it well.
“Alone? Hmmm. Sometimes I sit out on the back deck or soak in the hot tub outback and stare at the sky. Listen to nature. Ponder the big questions in life..”
It all sounded pretty damned good. Beat the hell out of your couch and the usual television fare.
“Hmm.” You stared at him again. Another question slipped out as quickly as it had popped into your mind. “...And when you’re not alone?”
You matched the way Namjoon raised a brow. When he chuckled your chest went light.
“Bit of an intimate kind of question, isn’t it?”
“Maybe.” You retorted. “If what you do is something intimate.”
Like storm clouds rolling across a sky, darkening the beauty with impressive danger, a shadowy energy flitted through Namjoon’s eyes. But you weren’t scared. You were absolutely riveted. For once in your normally gun shy, socially conservative life.
“And if I said it was something intimate?”
He was good, dodging a direct answer just enough. He knew just how to feed your interest with words and the things between them. You licked your lips, feeling them twitch as your tongue rolled along.
“..Sounds like a good time. Care to share?”
Who were you, suddenly digging for details? Normally this was kosher for your friends. You’d earned the right, but with a basic stranger like Namjoon? You knew you had a lot of nerve. And you were taking a HUGE gamble.
“Mmm.” Namjoon stepped close again, not much space now between the front of his body and your own. You didn’t back up, lifting your chin to keep eye contact. His smile shrank.
“I do whatever I want. Or..my guest wants. I’m interested in being the best host I can, if I have company.”
“Yeah?”
Namjoon nodded. He let you take another breath, then continued.
“You’re my guest. What do you want to do? What’s your pleasure?” It was really, REALLY sexy the way Namjoon was opening his place to you. And from the energy you detected, he was willing to give himself too.
“Have you ever done it here?”
“Done ..’it’? What’s it?” He queried, teasingly. Your forehead felt hot again. You blinked and Namjoon leaned down a little.
“..You mean sex? Are you asking me if I’ve fucked here?” His breath washed across your lips. You couldn’t help nodding or the whine that escaped. Namjoon’s hungry stare burrowed into your soul. He nibbled briefly on his lip.
“I have. Plenty of times. It’s been a while, though.”
“Has it?” You squeaked as he ran fingertips along your jaw and added pressure at your chin, tipping your face up more.
“Mmnhmm.” Namjoon’s smile unfurled again. “..Has it been long for you?”
You stammered, suddenly amnesiac over the last time you’d properly fucked. Of course you had, and the experiences rated ‘okay’ by usual standards, but work and life wedged a lot of time between each session. Forgettable was too perfect a way to describe how it all seemed now.
“It’s been a minute.” You finally managed.
“Want to remedy that?”
Maybe it sounded corny coming from anyone else, in a dark, muggy club dancefloor or bar, but Namjoon’s suggesting it now came off only as unadulterated heat. And something you wanted so very much.
“Yes.” It was a gasp. Maybe a plea.
“God Y/n..” Namjoon watched your fingers circling his broad wrist. You pulled his hand closer to your lips and grazed them over a few fingertips. You tingled as his lips parted and his lids lowered.
Whatever he was trying to say you were sure it was the same feeling flooding through your entire body. Pulsing inside you, ending right between your legs as they trembled like they’d never done before. More than any hike could ever induce.
You cut him off. “..Relax me, Namjoon. Make me forget everything for a while.”
It was like the shadow darkened hallway stretched on forever as Namjoon moved, carrying you. You couldn’t wrap around him more, but you wanted to try, tightening your thighs around his waist.
He didn’t have wide hips, but they were sturdy as he walked, pacing slowly across the wood floor in a leisurely path to the bedroom. You dimly knew the space waited beyond that doorway at the far end. And you wanted time to condense again, to bring you both where nature said you should be: in Namjoon’s bed.
Doing things that nature intended for two people at the mercy of attraction were fated to do.
Namjoon didn’t pause kissing you as he opened the door, then bumped it wider with a hip. You were in the bedroom, the setting sun’s rays barely filtering through the treetops outside the nearby window.
As he paused at the bed, then leaned over it, the kiss broke. Reds and fiery orange hues outlined Namjoon’s triangular upper body as he braced a palm into the bed, finally leaned over enough that your back met the mattress.
“Let go.” He whispered.
You fell entirely into the bed, grateful for the cushioned fall. Your hair and limbs splayed. Namjoon’s eyes stayed on your, enjoying your slow wriggle as he grasped his shirt and hauled it up, then off. It met the bed nearby.
Your own hands clutched down the length of your body, finding the shirt you’d chosen from his offered selection.
“Don’t.” Namjoon growled, dropping his bottoms next. Then his briefs, unbothered at the ferocity of his erect cock springing vertical on escape. He mounted the bed on one knee, outside your hip, then the other one joined and he loomed over your again, head to toe bare of a stitch of clothes.
Sure you’d pondered how he looked in that shower when he’d taken his turn. And under those tight workout pants in the store. Now all was coming clear. All was on a platter, right in front of you—or over you, as it were.
Your body arched, breasts jostling. Namjoon cupped the outside of a breast and stroked his thumb across the nipple. It perked and he studied the shape through the t–shirt. A garment you desperately wanted to lose.
In the game of ‘naked’, he was leagues ahead of you.
“I’m…Namjoon, please–” You sputtered, then groaned loudly when he pinched that tight nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then tugged. His touch was gone in a blink and he gathered your shirt, pushing it higher, up to your neck. Head bowed, he backed down towards the foot of the bed a bit more, until his mouth stopped above your navel.
“Let me.” He purred, peeling down the boxers you’d borrowed too, and taking them to your knees. While one hand pushed them to your ankles, then off, Namjoon’s nose spiraled your mound.
You heard his inhale. The groan he let out was sinfully needy too. You bent your right knee, drawing that leg up a little more and lifting your ass off the bed. Delivering your pussy right against his wide open mouth, swooping in to latch onto your clit.
Namjoon sucked deep and tight, lips perfectly sealed. Then the pulsing started. He was quiet enough, only making a pop sound when he pulled away now and then.
It wasn’t like he needed to suck your clit or slide his tongue through your folds to open them. It already felt hot and slippery. Your flesh ached in a way that said making out had long since done the trick.
But Namjoon was enjoying himself and explored with his pointer finger, tracing it through you, stopping down at your opening. Teasing the winking muscle until it clenched again and your thighs shook.
“You’re so wet..Y/n. You like this don’t you? Are you always this ready when it’s been a while?”
You nodded. You couldn’t be sure it was true but if that’s what he wanted to hear, if felt like the truest answer you could give. He seemed to accept it diving down to lick, then stab his tongue deeper into you, pushing through your muscle.
He scooped your widening thighs up and wrapped them over his shoulders. Hugged them against the sides of his neck as he moaned, jaw dropping wider open. Pushing into you, lifting your hips higher and bringing your ass off the bed again.
A lake of heat was swirling in your belly. You wanted to tell him you were close because you felt like the edge was right there, you precariously toes over and staring down into the fall.
But you couldn’t get the words out. It was only a long, confused hiss of pleasure as fingers slid into you. Pulled out and dipped in again. Namjoon’s fingers worked to stir you up inside, drawing slick out from the depths, slathering it all over you on the outside. Making a delicious mess.
When you couldn’t take it anymore and your chest heaved, Namjoon pulled back enough and shrugged your legs off his shoulders. He joined them together and turned you onto one side, hooking them neatly over the bend of one elbow, palm planted deep into the bed with an impressive divot.
It was so much concentrated weight focused into one point, you felt the bed sink just a little. Namjoon’s face came into view over you. He groped between your bodies, finding himself and guiding the tip to nest perfectly against you.
When his bare cock slid inside you, it was done in a single, firm stroke. It wasn’t about the power of his thrust. It was the unhesitant drive in his hips, planting his cock deep and pushing a strangled gasp right out of you.
Your upper body twisted, neck and head craning away. Profile bracing into the bed, you inhaled, head spinning off the scent of clean, fresh soap, light sweat and errant traces of Namjoon’s natural scent.
You keened as he pulled back, slid a hand down your side and cupped the hip facing up, then sunk back in. The pumping was seamless. He flowed in and out of you, building speed but keeping the perfect depth. Hitting spots inside you that sent sparks across your scalp. Sent rails of fire down your spine. Curled your toes, when he circled into you and his hips snapped.
“You feel so good on my cock.. God baby..that’s it..” Over you, Namjoon’s exhale coasted along your skin, burning hot as he muttered wondrously.
You could only whimper, nails sunk into the crook of his nearer elbow, head rolling back to keep your briefly open eyes focused on the ceiling beyond Namjoon’s rocking head.
He murmured. Fucked. Pushed your knees high as he folded your twisted body up more. Condensed what little tight, wet space was inside you, more and more. There was only so much room and it was full–slick came out more and more as he pulled out and rammed back in.
It was an unmistakable wet slap loud and clear over Namjoon’s huffing. He was putting in the work and you were back at the edge, now something invisible wrapping and pulling you over. You tumbled, cumming hard. Cumming quick, seizing around his cycling cock.
Namjoon’s head lolled backwards, but he kept going, through your rippling walls. Working up a froth through the creamy mess building as you squeezed and pulsed. Your throat opened as you groaned out a “P..Please..don’t s..stop…”
Your guts seized so hard you couldn’t cry out when Namjoon heeded your request and let himself really go, fucking you deeper. Harder. Jerking your whole body up the bed as he followed. You weren’t escaping–not from him. Not from the gut wrenching orgasm ripping through you.
The world whited as your eyes rolled up entirely, leaving you sightless. Your purpose on this earth: to feel every bit of ecstasy rushing through you and sending you to the brink of human experience.
With the release of pressure a trickle followed down to your ass. Namjoon faltered. His lips dove down to your ear.
“..Inside or…o..out..”
No time to think meant no room for regret. You HAD to know.
“Inside. Fill me up, Namjoon..” Your lips joined in a deep, ravenous kiss, gobbling up his moan as he shuddered. A few rough thrusts later, he was still, plunged deep, pulsing. Your twitching pussy probably felt like heaven to him as he emptied every drop into you.
When it was over, Namjoon carefully pulled back. His cock slipped out and you felt emptier. For a moment your muscles stayed open, then closed up tight. Like they were determined to hold onto every ounce of what this man had just given.
“Holy…shit.” Namjoon wiped a forearm across his brow and laughed slowly, Adam’s apple dancing.
“You felt..so good.” You blurted out. It took a few moments to see beyond the last rays of sunset through the window. The bouquet of colors was gone, leaving a muted, reddish haze.
Namjoon’s shoulders flexed back as he rolled his neck. “..If you could understand how your pussy feels.. Fuck..” With a groan he combed his bangs back.
“Worth the wait?”
You tickled the downy trail running south, below his navel, then situated both calves on the outside of his hips. Namjoon’s hands rested loose on your hips. He wasn’t shy, eyeing your whole body and wearing the smirk of a job well done.
There was no doubt he’d smashed your previous experiences. Your insides twitched and your head had barely cleared. You’d just come back to the present, cobbling together enough focus for basic conversation.
“And then some..” Namjoon hummed, seizing your wrist and bringing that hand to his lips. He tucked a kiss into that palm. Leering down at you, he cupped that hand against the center of his chest. Right between those big, perfectly muscled pecs.
“Ready to call your friend?” There was a distant hope sparkling in his eyes. You knew as well as he did: No was acceptable, again.
“In a little bit.” You murmured, then glanced at his bedroom door. He’d left it open. His mouth shifted into a half grin.
“Something else you want—maybe somewhere else around here?”
“Well I noticed a hot tub outside.”
“That’s right.” Namjoon’s muscles shifted under your palm. Your fingers curled along his skin, lightly pressing in, trying to feel more. You wanted more of him, not just the tour of his place.
“We should try it out.”
“We can do that. A soak is good for the muscles.”
“I’ve heard that. ….Got time to give me a full tour after that?” Whatever he might have planned for the rest of his night, he didn’t flinch and his expression stayed pleasant. Welcoming, like his gaze following your legs up to your core and taking a long time to linger there.
“You’re really changing my mind about this whole cabin in the woods thing.” You added. Namjoon puffed his chest and leaned forward, releasing his hold on your hand as if he knew you’d keep that palm against him.
You didn’t prove him wrong, adding the other palm as he pressed down over you. A kiss was on the horizon and you tipped your face up. His weight felt good on you–Namjoon’s large frame trapped you in the best way.
He was warm. His cock was tacky but already semi hard as it inched across your belly.
“I’m always up for a chance to change an opinion. We can go have a soak and you can think about calling your friend after.”
You offered a faux pout. “Are you saying I have to leave?”
“That’s not even close to what I said. Definitely wasn’t thinking it..” Even being faintly chastised felt good. You couldn’t say you had the same take away back at work, in front of your boss or direct report.
“Good to know.” You snuck a look down to what you could make out of your body underneath Namjoon. It was still damp enough between your thighs. You knew it wouldn’t be as bad as it had been still in the act, but you knew a wipe down was in order before you dared stick a toe in his hot tub.
Call it respect, but you also wanted a chance to explore what things looked like after you’d been daring enough to ask for and receive what had to be a healthy load inside. That hadn’t happened since your last committed relationship.
You looked up again, watching Namjoon’s face disappear as he sucked a kiss at the bottom of your neck, where it joined your shoulder. Afterwards he sat up and backed down the bed. He offered both hands to help you up.
When you stood upright face to face, the bed at your back, you felt shy. Your legs felt surprisingly weak. You swallowed, finding your mouth cottony.
“Let’s grab a drink too. You can show off your kitchen and the living room? You’re into photography I noticed.”
“What makes you say that?” He tugged you along, taking a step at a time backwards towards the bedroom doorway. If it hadn’t been his cabin, you’d wonder if he’d walked around his place in the city like this. What was that place like?
You wanted to know more about who Namjoon was beyond this big getaway spot in the woods and his generous many-card credit power.
“I saw photo albums on your bookshelf.”
“Yeah.” Namjoon’s features smothered darkness as he crossed the bedroom door threshold into the hallway. “I dabble now and then. Whenever I’m here.”
“Would love to see it.”
“We can add that to the tour. I do like to keep my guests happy.”
“And I think I like this whole day in the woods. Might be time to find out about what a weekend away would be like.”
Namjoon’s body was against you again as your travel paused midway down the hall. You didn’t have to see, only feel and you knew he was going for a kiss. You surrendered your mouth and he took his time, tongue exploring lightly.
“A little Me Time…I can support that–in more than one way.”
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i need help finding a namjoon fic that i read awhile ago. i remember both him and the reader were dating but he was using her to get a promotion. once he became ceo, he broke up with her and she left that company. she ended up joining a different company where she met tae, and they started dating. pleaseeeee help 😭
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BTS | KNJ | FIC RECS
Here is the Namjoon Collection!! Just a few of my favourites. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do!
Dom daddy Joon, @joonsmagicshop (Namjoon/Reader Jungkook/Reader, daddy kink, masturbation)
Caramel, @casuallyimagining (fluff, angst, slice of life)
Oh, Honey!, @yoongiofmine (Fluff, angst, so much smut, strangers to lovers, sugar daddy au.)
What's left of us, @yoongiofmine (fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, exes au.)
Out of the woods, @angelicyoongie (fluff, angst, slight smut, wolf hybrid namjoon x human f!reader)
There's gonna be no take two, @sopebubbles (Idol!Kim Namjoon x reader, angst)
Reckless, @vyduan (angst, idolverse, friends to lovers, slow burn, canon compliant)
Drunk in love, @joon4eva (one-shot ; friends-to-lovers au)
Gift Wrapping, @btsqualityy (fluff, slice of life)
We have time, @souryoong (boyfriend!namjoon x reader, smut)
Prohibido, @personasintro (brother's best friend au, fluff, angst smut)
Bellisima, @personasintro (parents au, fluff, smut)
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Skyline (K.N.J)
Requested- Namjoon ceo! Au with age gap with reader being a one night stand. Maybe a little toxic! Namjoon? Honestly as fic with namjoon ceo vibes
contains- ceo!namjoon, age gap, tipsy sex, oral (f!receiving), making out, semi-public sex, light degradation, dirty talk, slight hair pulling, unprotected sex, praise 18+ MDI!!!
word count - 2.4k/unedited
You couldn’t help but groan as you watched your boss leave his office. He had a stack of papers in his hand and you just knew they were about to be thrown onto your desk with some crazy demand.
“Hello, sir.” You greeted with a fake smile on your face. “How are you?”
You watched as he plopped the papers on your desk with a loud thud. “Well, I’ve been better, Y/N.” He stated with a sour look on his face. “I need these scanned in, organized, emailed, and filed all by….” He looked at the expensive watch decorating his wrist. “Five thirty p.m.”
You looked at the time on your computer. It was already three, there was no way in hell you would finish all of that in two hours. You tried to hide the expression on your face. “Of course, I’ll do my best.” You nodded at him.
“Great, I’d do it myself-” You knew that was a damn lie. “But I’m meeting up with some friends for drinks tonight so I need to leave early.” He flashed a smile at you. “Have a good night, Y/N.”
“You too, Mr. Kim.” You let your expression drop as he turned around. You watched as he got onto the elevator and disappeared from sight before you let out a loud groan, letting your head hit your desk. “I’m never getting out of here.”
“Sir, I got those reports done last night, and here is the coffee you wanted.” You set a quick pace behind Namjoon. He grabbed the coffee from your hand, trading it for yet another stack of papers.
“Great, I need you to take notes in this morning's meetings.” He stated, rounding a corner. “I’m trying to land a deal with a company overseas, so make a good impression.” He stopped in front of the meeting room. “Sit quietly.”
You nodded and followed behind him, waving as he introduced you to the room. You took your seat in the corner of the room and got ready to take your notes.
You let your thoughts wander as you walked down the street, getting ready to collect the lunch that you had called in for the executives. You had accepted the job as a stepping stone into the company, hoping to put your degree to good use. But it had been well over a year since you graduated and began working for ‘Mr. Kim’ and you were still stuck running errands. Unfortunately, the pay was too good for you to even consider getting another job, and… maybe you had a small crush on your boss.
You returned to the office with the bags of food and prepared the spread in an empty meeting room. The executives were expected to return any minute, so you wasted no time in setting it up.
“Ah, Y/N, thank you so much for doing this.” You quickly turned as soon as you heard your boss speak up from behind you.
“Absolutely no problem, Mr. Kim. I hope you all enjoy the food.” You painted on a kind smile and headed for the door, hoping to shove some food in your own mouth before Namjoon asked for some other ridiculous request.
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. You were sent out a few more times to gather drinks and snacks, and said goodbye to the executives from your desk as Namjoon showed them the way out. You continued to type up your reports and tidy the office as Namjoon did some work in his office.
“Y/N, can you meet me in my office?” Namjoons voice came from over the speakers in the meeting room. You rolled your eyes. Here comes the request. Pick up my dry cleaning,Y/N. Go pick up this random imported cheese from across town, Y/N. You silently trudged across the office before painting a fake smile on and knocking on the glass door. “Come in!”
“You wanted to see me, sir?” You stepped in.
“Y/N, yes, take a seat.” He motioned to the chair in front of his desk. You slid into the chair and waited. “I just wanted to express my gratitude for everything you do.”
Your heart fluttered at the praise. “Oh! Well, thank you. I uh… I always wanna try my best for you and the company.” You stared into his eyes. His expression softened slightly as he smiled.
“I’m really happy to hear that.” He chuckled. “I would uh… like to treat you to a drink tonight, just as a thank you.”
“Oh!” You nodded. “Okay, yeah, that… that sounds great!” You instantly regretted accepting the offer. He wasn’t a horrible person by any means, but were you really about to spend your evening with the person that made you want to rip your hair out? Shit, there was no backing out now.
“Great!” He pushed out of his chair. “Go ahead and collect your things and we can head out.” He began picking up his items and packing them away in his bag.
Oh this was happening now, like right now. You quickly stood to collect your stuff. One drink and then you could leave. That’s all you had to do. It would be easy enough. Right?
“So, tell me about yourself.” Your boss set the glasses down on the table of the bar. “What happens in the life of Y/N outside of work?”
You muttered a small thank you to him and took a sip. “Well, sir,”
“Just call me Namjoon.” He interrupted. “We’re not in the office, this is casual.”
“Namjoon,” You corrected. “I can almost promise my life isn’t that interesting. No big trips or anything, I work, eat, and sleep.” You were a little embarrassed to not have much to say about your life.
Namjoon hummed and took a sip of his beer. He had taken off his tie and suit jacket, and loosened the top few buttons of his shirt. His hair was now gently tousled instead of gelled down, the black and gray locks falling onto his forehead. He looked… soft. Less like a CEO and more like a husband. You tried to shake off the weird feeling it was giving you.
The two of you fell into a nice conversation. You learned about his life. How he had been married in college, how she fell pregnant, how the baby wasn’t his. He gave you the details of the divorce and how he built up his career. Thrown in between stories were compliments and comments about how your blushy cheeks looked cute in the dim bar lighting.
You finished up your third drink, body feeling fuzzy and warm. You and Namjoon headed out of the bar, you holding onto his arm with drunken giggles coming out of your mouth. You can’t exactly remember what happened, or when, but you found yourself pressed against the wall of the bar in the alley, with Namjoon holding your face as the two of you feverishly made out.
“God, I’ve been wanting this for so long,” He moaned against your lips. “Take everything in me to not take you at work in those tight skirts.” His hand met the flesh of your ass from under your skirt. He kneaded the skin, sucking marks into your neck as he felt your body.
“You should have.” You teased back. Your hands trailed up his chest, toned muscle flexing under you hands, and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him back in for another kiss. “I’d let you take me right in this alley, Mr. Kim.”
“I’ll give you an even better offer.” He pulled you closer. “Why don’t we go fuck where all of Seoul can see us?”
Your legs went weak. Was he suggesting what you thought he was? You quickly nodded without another word and let him grab you by the wrist. Namjoon dragged you down the street and back to the office building.
Once in the elevator, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Namjoon had picked you up and pressed you against the wall, hands gripping and kneading your ass. You two messily made out, tongues twisting against each other, teeth clashing. Your hands slid from his shoulders to his biceps, squeezing the hard muscle under his shirt.
Namjoon didn’t even allow you to walk to his office, instead opting to carry you while you sucked red and purple marks into the tan skin of his neck. He slid the remaining objects on his desk to the floor and sat you on top of the wood.
You had never looked out his office window at night before. You could see almost all of Seoul, lights twinkled for as far as the eye could see. It was gorgeous. Namjoon had settled between your legs while you stared out of the window.
“Shit,” You gasped as his breath hit your thighs. Soft kisses trailed up the skin, stopping at where your skirt had ridden up. Your skin prickled at the feeling.
“I can stop.” He rested a warm hand on your thigh. His fingers traced shapes on the exposed skin. “We can stop, no hard feelings.”
You took a deep breath. Fucking your boss probably wasn’t the smartest decision you had ever made. But… he was hot. Fuck it, you nodded your head. “Please, I want you.” You buried your hands into his hair. “Keep going.”
He smirked and pushed your skirt up the rest of the way, bunching the fabric up at your waist. You sat exposed for a moment while he stared. “What a slutty choice of panties for the office.” He commented before running a finger over the, now soaked, lace. He continued to slid his finger around over your slit, collecting juices and teasing. He pulled his finger away and popped it into his mouth, humming as he licked it clean.
After that, he wasted no time. Namjoon slid your panties to the side and got to work, eating you out like you were his last meal. A shaky gasp left your lips as you threw your head back, a loud moan ripping its way from your stomach.
His warm tongue danced around your folds, licking around all the sensitive areas until he finally landed on your clit. He switched between fast motions and sucking, getting you close enough to teeter on the edge of an orgasm. You couldn’t believe how fast you had gotten to the edge.
“F-Fuck,” You whimpered as he slid his tongue into your entrance. “Fuck, Namjoon!” Your hands gripped his hair tight, pulling him in closer as you began to fall over the edge. “I-I’m, shit.” You couldn’t find the words to form a sentence.
The heat in your belly exploded as your muscles tensed up. Your hips twitched up as your pussy clenched rapidly around his tongue. Wetness dripped from your pussy down your thighs and ass, coating the wood of the desk.
Namjoon pulled away, lips bright pink and glistening. He looked up at you with hooded eyes and bit his lip. “Wanna keep going?” He stood up, now towering over you.
You nodded enthusiastically and pulled him down for another kiss as he undid his slacks. The pants dropped to the floor with a thud, his belt buckle hitting the hardwood floor. By the time you pulled away, his underwear and pants were long gone, kicked somewhere in the shadows of his office.
Your jaw nearly fell to the floor when you looked down. Namjoon was rock hard, tip red and leaking, but the size is what got you. It was nearly as long as your forearm, and you weren’t even sure if you could wrap a hand around him. “There is no way that will fit inside of me.” You mumbled.
Namjoon chuckled. “Let's try.” He began to tease your entrance with his tip. He watched your face as he pushed in, stopping at the first sign of discomfort. He waited patiently for you to give him the sign to continue on.
He was filling you up so good. So deep. Touching and massaging places you never knew even existed. You groaned as he slowly began to move, hitting the perfect angle. You pulled Namjoon down and wrapped your arms around him. Your fingertips dug into his clothed back. His muscles tensed under your hands as he thrusted, the desk creaking under every movement.
“I knew you could take it, such a good girl.” Namjoon grunted. “Such a whore, letting me fuck you on my desk.” He pulled back to run a hand through your hair before tugging on it. “Who owns this pussy? Hm?”
You let out a loud whine. “You, you do, sir.”
A smirk painted Namjoons face. He mumbled out a quick praise and picked up the pace, absolutely assaulting your pussy. You weren’t sure if you would be able to walk right tomorrow.
“Shit, you feel so good.” He groaned. You whimpered in response and gripped him harder, holding onto your boss as if he was the only thing keeping you grounded. Like if you let go of him the ocean waves would pick you up and drag you away.
You could feel the waves building up in your lower tummy. The heat grew between your legs and through your belly. A slew of curse words left your mouth as the heat exploded, your fingertips dug into the firm muscle of Namjoons back.
Namjoon let out a groan as your pussy pulsed around his cock. The friction from that alone was enough to push him over the edge and he bottomed out before spilling inside of you. His cock throbbed deep inside of you as he came, hot seed coating your insides.
You sat for a moment, both attempting to catch your breath before he pulled out. When he finally did, a hiss left your mouth from the sudden emptiness and the feeling of cum dripping out of your pussy and down your ass. The fluid dripped down and pooled on the desk.
Namjoon had made quick work of getting redressed. By the time you had gathered yourself enough to pull on your underwear, he was fully clothed and standing by the door. He watched as you got yourself dressed and attempted to fix your hair.
“Y/N, would you like to see the view from my penthouse now?”
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London Calling | KNJ
Pairing: Namjoon x Vixen
Wordcount: 3.1k
Genre: Fluff, smut, pwp, established relationship!AU, idol!Au, Married!AU
Rating: 18+; minors, please do not interact
Synopsis: Vixen has decided to distract herself from Namjoon's incumbent enlistment by focusing on her job. She has accepted adding more international works to her portfolio and is currently in London; too bad Namjoon can't help but post risqué pictures on his Instagram, and it really seems he's doing so to try and get her attention.
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Swearing, Fear of infidelity, Nostalgia. Extremely mild DDLG dynamics, Babygirl!Vixen, Brat!Vixen, Phone sex, Masturbation, Dirty talking. Mentions of: Oral sex (both male and female receiving), Lingerie kink, Sex toys, Spanking. Oh, and one of Joon's friends simps for Vixen.
As usual, you can find my masterlist right here! I wouldn't mind if you took a few seconds to leave a comment or reblog my fic 🥰 Also, my requests are always open!!!
Enjoy 💜✨
“Been hearing someone’s on their worst behaviour.”
Namjoon’s chuckle on the opposite end of the line is everything you need to know. “What can I say, my last moral anchor is busy girlbossing around the world.” He licks his lips and sits down on the sofa, his friends messing around his kitchen, beers and liquors spread around your marble counter. “I’m missing my lucky star.”
“Your guardian angel.”
“My only angel,” he flirts.
The game is back on between you and Namjoon. Ever since you decided to stop waiting around for his enlistment and have started accepting international projects on your portfolio, it’s like no matter where either of you are, it’s always time to flirt on the phone.
Or mess around even more.
He’s touched down in London for you about two weeks ago, showing up at your hotel room with an Agent Provocateur bag dangling from his pretty fingers and the kind of smile that always gets you shimmying out of your panties.
“What are you up to, love? What time is it over there?”
“Uh-huh. I’m the one doing the asking here, mister.”
He puts his glass back on the coffee table, and leans over with his elbows on his knees. “I’m just trying to feed my imagination, little fox. What’s a boy to do, with an empty bed and a sexy wife on the other side of the world?”
“I don’t know, maybe be more careful before talking talks he can’t walk?” you suggest.
He lowers his voice before saying, “You’d be over my knee right now, you know?”
You decide to talk back, just to mess him up further. Your voice is like midnight fog when you tell him, “you’d have to catch me first.”
He steals a glance towards the kitchen. This feels an awful lot like when the two of you began hanging out — the secrecy, the craving, the distance, and the pining. Except this time you have rings on your hands and there’s no doubting loyalty, not on his nor your behalf.
He toys with his own ring, tracing it with his thumb, twisting it a little to the left, then to the right, back and forth.
“It seems you appreciated that quick leak…”
You click your tongue. “One of these days you’re gonna end up naked in those pics and I’ll have to come home to do damage control.”
“Is that all it takes to have you back home? I miss my territorial little vixen.” He stares at your stash of books in the bookshelf, standing tall right next to his, but looking twice more put together.
“I’ve noticed you’ve been acting sluttier lately.”
“At least I haven’t gone entirely shirtless yet.” He picks up the glass again and you hear him swallowing through the line. “Unlike some of my friends. You should consider yourself lucky.”
“Lucky, you say?”
He hears the sound of a glass being put down. “Are you drinking, babygirl?”
You cock an eyebrow and stare at your glass of red wine. “I’m dined and wined. You know which bit is missing. But it seems you’re not that deserving.”
“What did you eat?” He doesn’t grant you the courtesy of winning this sensual verbal sparring. That tiny comment about being dined and wined was a trap, he can tell. Looking so casual and half-hearted can only mean you expected him to go there, and if he does, he’ll probably end up right where you wanted him.
He can do better.
“I had a steak. With a lovely truffle cream. I’ll have to make it for you next time you’re around.” Your reply comes off beat, and he smiles, happy that he caught you off guard.
If this were a match of martial arts, you’d be dwindling a little, your balance compromised. “I’d love to. Miss your tiramisu. Your cheesecake. Your aglio e olio. Your sweet little ass working around the kitchen.”
You laugh, the sound as bright and heartstopping as ever. Blood rushes to his cheeks. He loves making you laugh. “You got the guys over, I assume? Four in the morning?”
“We just finished working. Like maybe an hour ago or so.” He can’t keep calm anymore. Everytime you call him when he’s home, his gaze keeps wandering to every piece of it that belongs to you.
Sometimes it’s suffocating. Sometimes he sleeps back at the studio. Sometimes he stays over at other people’s places.
Now it’s the portrait of your orchids that you had commissioned for him. It sits next to his bonsais, so he can think of your collection each time he’s watering his own.
Sometimes he wonders who is whose subtext, because at times he thinks you’re the one who picked up habits from him, other times he thinks it’s him who accidentally got into certain hobbies through the years so he could be your exact shadow once the two of you finally met and aligned.
“Also, you’re calling at four in the morning,” he observes. “Oh…” He rubs the back of his head, then plops back on the sofa, as if he were deflating slowly. “Right. I’m your booty call.” He chuckles. “Almost forgot.”
“I can find someone else in a more suitable time zone, if that sits well with you,” you reply, your tone just a tiny bit annoyed. His nonchalance irks you just a little.
“That your sneaky link, man?” you hear someone holler on his side.
“So now I’m miss sneaky link, huh? Not bad, mister booty call.” You click your tongue. “I’ll leave you to your friends. I thought you were alone, didn’t mean to disturb.” This could be your chance to win this match.
“No, don’t go because they’re about to. Kind of right now,” he says, looking towards the kitchen and nodding towards the door. “Sorry guys. Vixen’s rule.”
“He don’t deserve you, honey,” one of his friends calls. “Just one chance, miss. Kindly.”
“We’re literally married,” he tells the guy, then to you, “Bum says hi.”
“Oh, hi sweetie. What are your thoughts on the London timezone?” you ask, coquettishly.
“Careful, fox.” Namjoon’s voice is stern when it comes on. It makes you sit taller on your seat, redirecting the pressure in between your thighs. “And you’d better not reply, Bum.”
The guy stares at Namjoon as he says. “For you, anything, my queen. Though, from personal experience, it’s excellent for your late nights and our early mornings. If you know you know,” Bum suggests.
Namjoon slaps the guy’s back with the most sarcastic smile on his face. “Time to go, dude.”
“Starcrossed lovers, that’s our fate, my queen.”
You laugh loudly and Namjoon is a little annoyed. “All the great loves are those that never happened, Bum.”
“Guys, I’m literally right here!?” Namjoon says, embarrassed and just a tad annoyed. “You, get out of my house. And stop trying to seduce my wife.”
“Bum, can you keep an eye on him? Kinda worried I might not be the only sneaky link of his.” You joke about it, but deep down, there’s always a sliver of worry in it. You wouldn’t be surprised if some of his friends were encouraging him to be unloyal to you just because you decided to push forward with your career.
“He’s too busy panting for you to even begin thinking about someone else.” Bum’s putting on his shoes by the door, hushered by Namjoon. His three other friends are similarly getting dressed, laughing at the exchange.
“Literally, Vixen—”
Namjoon looks like he’s baring his teeth at Bum using his nickname for you.
“He’s whipped. We keep him in check, but it’s like guarding a leashed little puppy.”
You giggle, sweet and endeared. “Good. That’s the way I like him.” You lick your lips. “Make sure he doesn’t bare his ass on Instagram.”
“So you’re falling for his little thirst traps?” Bum’s laugh booms in the room and Namjoon wacks him on the head, worried about the neighbours. Also, he doesn’t like admitting that when he posts, he’s thinking about the way you would react when seeing him.
“You know how I am, Bum. I’m always falling for him,” you confess, cheesy and utterly honest at the same time.
Namjoon smiles like the cat who got the cream. “That’s sweet, babygirl. The guys are leaving now. Bye guys,” he says quickly, finally kicking them out.
You try to say bye in return, but you hear the door close and Namjoon is immediately all over you. “Always falling for me, huh?” He heads back towards the sofa. “That’s new.”
“That’s actually so, so old.” You roll your eyes but smile through it anyways.
“You’re my only sneaky link, Vixen. Still got your claw marks all over my back, by the way. Lovely touch.”
“Gotta mark my territory,” you state matter-of-factly.
“Wanna switch this over to a video call?” he suggests, already undoing the first button of his shirt.
“Just so I can be reminded I’m not over there fucking you right?” You snort bitterly. “No way.”
“We could make this our own personal porno,” he suggests, grateful that his trousers are baggy enough to give him extra space around the crotch. “Just a little visual aid.”
“You’re telling me you don’t remember how I rode you last time?” You undo the little bow at the waistband of your pyjama pants, your fingertips tiptoeing around the elastic of your panties.
“Let’s say I wouldn’t mind having a bit more than a memory to hold on to.” As if telepathically connected, he’s also undoing the button and zip of his denim cargos.
“Fair. You usually hold on to my hips while I fuck you.”
He hisses, head thrown back. “And you hold on to my throat when I’ve been an exceptionally good boy.”
A shiver screeches down your torso, then spreads through your midriff and settles somewhere at the small of your back, as if recalling the phantom touch of his hand, of his thumbs imprinting themselves in the twin dimples at the base of your spine. He likes resting his fingers there when he’s taking you from behind. It’s like the little dips were designed for his digits to rest there.
“You’re such a lucky little fucker,” you tease him and he one-ups you,
“I fucking am, but last time I checked you usually sort of profit from it.”
Your sultry laugh is his favourite form of payment — right now he’s richer than he’s ever been.
“Are your hands free, love?”
You let him hang there for a couple long seconds, your breathing heavy. “They’d be freer if you were here,” you tell him. “Maybe not.”
“They’d be all over me, and you know it, little fox.” He purrs as his hand finds a good spot. He’s not yet actually touching himself, but he’s definitely teasing. “Got on a fucking plane for those hands.”
“You flew for twelve hours for these hands.”
“And for that ass,” he adds, quick-witted.
Your laugh is more of a snort. “And that too.”
His zipper is undone, he dips his hand under the waistband of his briefs, shifting it downwards. “For that smart mouth of yours,” he whispers. “Just to kiss it for a bunch of hours.”
“It was very grateful,” you remind him, trying to bluff the fact that your middle finger is now circling your clitoris.
“I remember that.” His heartbeat is starting to accelerate. “I had to stop it from being a little bit too grateful.” He remembers the silky feeling of your hair in between his fingers, the tension in your hand on his thigh as you tried to take more of him. “My birthday girl,” he hums. “And yet, I was the lucky bastard who got presents.” The sight of you in that powder pink corset, with the delicate ruffles, and the feather trims tracing the top of your breasts, palpitating with every single excited breath you took.
It had been like seeing a map of your arousal, goosebumps rising on any inch of skin he had dared lay his eyes on.
“You were so responsive,” he whispered. “You were so fucking wet.”
“You teased me for almost an hour,” you object.
“I’ll have to make it two hours next time then.” He’s throbbing in his own palm, circling his tip, hissing when he hits a too-sensitive spot. “Maybe with the tickler still.”
“It was delightful, I will admit that.” You’re leaning on your hand now, cupped between your thighs. “Wish your face was between my legs.”
“Wish you were sitting on it, baby.” He bites his lip, as if he could recall the feel, the taste of you on his mouth. “Can’t believe it’s been two weeks already.”
“I can’t wait to be home,” you moan.
He can tell you’re touching yourself, from your ragged breathing, and from the way your voice has become more vulnerable, and more impatient too. “I’ll make sure to clear my schedule when you do. We can do that ‘seven days a week’ type of shit.”
You moan and he laughs to himself.
“Are you gonna come for me, my love?” he asks fondly, his voice like a dark caress. “Are you thinking about my mouth fucking you? About my tongue stroking you, feeling how wet and warm and sweet you are?”
“Joon, please,” you beg, a desperate little laugh.
“No need to beg, babygirl. You can have everything you want when you’re with me,” he continues, with his calm, direct voice. “You can take it, love. You can have me deep inside you, and you can suck on my fingers if you’re struggling to keep your voice down.” He’s quickened his own pace, trying to climb as fast as you do. “Or you can be loud, and tell the neighbours who’s making you feel this good.”
“When I get home I want you to mess me up for days. You’re gonna mark me, and make love to me and fuck me and feed me. You’re gonna cuddle me to sleep, then wake me up with your hand between my legs.”
You’re holding your breath as you speak, your high approaching like an incumbent, massive wave.
“I promise, love.”
“Are you coming too?” you ask, and he hums simply.
“I’m close.”
“I want you to fuck me while I sit on your lap.”
“On the sofa?”
“On the sofa, on the floor, in bed, I don’t care.” You gasp, then chuckle as you hit an indecently good angle with your fingers. “I want to hold you as we make love.”
“You will, baby.”
“I wanna whisper in your ear that you’re my one and only. That you’re the only one in the whole world who can get me this good.”
He loves when you get emotional during sex. He loves when you start to ramble and you tell him all those things you usually keep to yourself. “I can’t wait either. I miss you in bed. I miss you at every meal, I miss going to our galleries. I miss every fucking thing.” He’s getting desperate. “And most of all, I miss those eyes on me.”
“I’m coming,” you gasp, out of the blue, the idea of sitting on his lap, naked, making love to him, your mouth clamped around the crook of his shoulder to keep quiet, his hands tracing your back, his eyes looking for yours, for confirmation, for loyalty, for reassurance, for companionship.
“That’s my darling.” He can let go now, and he fucks his hand with intention, with neat powerful jerks. He helps himself with strong thrusts of his pelvis, and precise tugs of his hand too. He grunts when he hears your sweet whimpers on your side of the call, and finally he follows you into pleasure, with the image of your head thrown back, your plump lips agape, your hair tumbling wild behind you as you bounce on him.
He can almost feel the aftertaste of your perspiration on the tip of his tongue.
“Wow,” you say as soon as you manage to recollect yourself.
He’s still sort of numb, his orgasm spilled on his stomach and happy trail. Just a glimpse down and he’s already envisioned the phantom of you studying his semen, lowering yourself to his navel and tracing it with your digit, only to bring it to your mouth to have a taste. He clicks his tongue in disappointment.
“Damn, I wanna cuddle the fuck out of you and you’re too far away.” He reaches for a tissue to clean himself quickly. “I guess that’s why we don’t do this more often. I miss the aftercare.” He pulls himself back in his briefs, then blocks his phone between his shoulder and ear and stands to get rid of the tissue. “How are you feeling, love?”
“Hunting for chocolate.”
“Oh, baby…” He giggles, endeared. “Should I order something for you?”
“No… it’s okay.” You’re a little bit sad, but you try your best not to let it show.”
“Not even those glass beads you’d seen on our favourite website?”
You widen your eyes. “Let’s not make say things we don’t mean now...”
Namjoon laughs fondly. “Thought so.” He waits a little. “We can just talk, by the way. Or you can go grab a toy and we can keep going with this. We could discuss in great details what you intend to do to me once you’re back.”
“We could do that. Or we could video call and you could watch me hump this little thing you got me.”
He grins. “Then let me get comfy. We’ve got quite the night coming up.”
You smile. “We do.”
He hesitates. “We don’t have to, you know? If you don’t want to video call. I’m okay with just hearing you.”
You pause. Your love for him multiplies exponentially in your chest. “Sure we don’t have to. But I want to.”
Namjoon smiles. “Okay.”
“Get comfy, lucky boy,” you tease him.
“I’ll be right there.”
It’s almost six in the morning when you fall asleep. He’s propped the phone right beside him on the pillow and though he’s found himself dropping it a couple times, he’s refused to let go until he was sure you were asleep.
Now he closes the video call and locks his phone, putting it back on the nightstand. He pulls your pillow close, hugging it to his chest, then throws a leg on top of it. He places another pillow in between his legs, where your thighs would normally tangle with his.
He breathes in the vague scent of you left on the bed — not much since the sheets have been changed and he can only smell the laundry scent you normally use, of sandalwood and cedar, warm and spicy.
Twenty-three days.
He can handle it.
He falls asleep with the memory of your body like ivy against his own. Even this far apart, he is and will always be covered in you.
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Race me to happiness? Jeon Jungkook
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Summary: Your urge to beat Jungkook in a race makes you realize how deep you have fallen for him.
Word count: 1.7k Best Friends to Lovers
Ratings: 18+
Warnings: Just a fluffy drabble with Jungkook being the best boyfiee. They are in a relationship. Mentions of intimacy. Lots of kissing. Reader promotes the Spidey Kook agenda.
Authors note: Wanted to write some fluff before I post some smut.
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Okay, this is not what you signed up for when he asked you out. This man might have the cutest bunny smile, the perfect boyfriend behavior, and big strong arms to hold you up and down, he might even be the epitome of the word perfect but the only thing you would like him to dial down about himself is the urge to make you do athletic stuff, like, you are a very tiny human and he expects you to run towards the farthest pillar or the farthest lamp post in your sight in the Han river park?
Could you say no to him? Should you not run along? Would you not comply with all the wishes he makes with that puppy-like face of his?
No to all the questions.
How could you when he gets so excited and smiley making him look like a happy-jumpy bunny when he wins the casual-jogging-but-now-its-a-race? The fact that you don't like to lose too makes you make hasty decisions and then regret them later
Today is no different.
You sit on the grass with a sprained ankle which makes you want to smack your head to even think that Jungkook is unbeatable, for which you are thankful today, because if you actually had outrun him and then twisted your ankle? It was your face that would've been bruised, not the little scratch on your knee, along with the mind-wrecking sprain.
You see him jogging towards you with a cup filled with ice and you smile at him. He sees your hand caressing your ankle making his face soften he jogs up to you faster than before and up close, you can see, the guilt.
He stands in front of you with a frown and looks at you with his facial features all tense. Kneeling down in front of you he brings the ice in his hand to press softly on the sprain for some relief. When you hiss he pulls it away and looks at you with big round eyes, with concern and-
Is he tearing up? Oh no.
"Baby." You call for his attention in a whisper and he looks down in an instant pressing the ice so delicately as if you'd break.
"Baby. It's not your fault." You tell him, tilting your head to make better eye contact but he tries to hide his teary eyes by looking down and concentrating on your ankle. You take his cheeks in your palms and he looks up with a pout your hands created on his face along with his glassy eyes, he tries to move his face but you chuckle and pull him closer by the lapels of his jacket.
You spread your other uninjured leg to accommodate his big body closer to yours, him trying not to put pressure on your ankle. The evening sun gives an orange glow to his face when he comes closer to you, sitting in the grass, with your left shoe lying on the ground beside you with laces untied shabbily.
"It's not your fault, okay? I wanted to win this time. It was an adrenaline thing, baby." You tell him looking into his eyes and scratching his scalp with your nails while you speak, to which he closes his eyes and sniffs.
"I'm really sorry, princess. I should've been more careful." He says nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck, sniffling and you feel your insides melt from how cuddly and big and comforting he feels. The way he is not putting pressure on your body, staying away from your ankle, not before he positions the ice box on your ankle somehow perfectly making sure it doesn't fall, makes your heart swell.
"You literally fell down trying to catch me bun. I don't think you could've saved me from twisting my ankles even with your spidey senses. Especially in public? I can't risk people knowing, yeah?" You smile when he looks up at you with narrowed eyes at the spider man comment because of the recent childhood spidey underwear scenario.
"I could've saved your ankle if I was a real superhero though, and make fun all you want, atleast I didn't show up at the fancy dress in a banana outfit. I mean, what were you thinking-" he cuts his sentence with a laugh he lets out making his shoulders bounce, you vibrating along with him.
Cheeks red, you smack his shoulders embarrassed and he pulls himself back from your neck wiping the corner of his eye. Still chuckling he pulls back and you almost whine when he removes the slight weight you felt on your body he was so hard trying to not put.
"I was 9, Jungkook. Nine is a small age." You huff with a pout and he chuckles at your cuteness.
"It was just- there were three other kids with a banana outfit. It was funny, how you looked like a bunch of bananas when you grouped for that picture." He laughs looking at you but stops seeing your pouty face.
He smiles sheepishly and bends to pinch your cheek, "You looked adorable though, baby." You both laugh it out and enjoy the silence while he shifts back.
Sitting back he removes the ice box and changes its position not to make the skin feel numb. You smile at his thoughtfulness which makes your heart fall harder for him. Having been best friends since you were 6 you never knew you would know how much of a loving boyfriend he would turn out to be. Not knowing what forever meant with this man as a kid you thought he would be the best friend you saw in Disney movies or the bridesman at your wedding just like your aunt Ji-ah's wedding.
But neither did he turn out gay, nor he wants to cheer for the groom like a best friend. Instead, he wants to be the groom. You never understood how it happened but one day you're best friends (with one-sided feelings from your side of course) and the next day, he confesses. Since you had been trying to hide your feelings for the sake of the friendship, you felt overwhelmed and cried in his arms confessing your love too. Ending up sleeping on the couch, cuddled up.
He became your special person when you first saw his eyes look at you in a way he looked at the stars, his comfort, when you walked up to his car in a white summer dress for your first date, the memory of him telling you he wants to see you walking down the aisle in a white wedding dress for him just like that in future, is still engraved in your head.
"It would've been more convenient if I were a superhero you know? I could just jump and fly away with you. I think they would last longer than humans with the superhuman strength their balls would have."
How could he be cute and dirty in the same sentence?
"You are my superhero, Jungkook." You reach for his tattooed arm and say this with a smile and he looks up at you with wide eyes and a blush that he tries to hide, smiling. You chuckle at his baby-like behavior, all giggly and peachy, which contrasts his persona when he wants to fuck.
Double bunny, a name Taehyung gave him on one of those nights you and the whole squad plus their girlfriend hung out. Making fun of how he was trying to kill a waiter with a death glare for ogling you up and down but suddenly turned his head towards you with big puppy eyes when you excitedly called his name for showing him the new boba drink plushie you saw online.
You fell for his eyes the moment you saw him sitting alone on the swing. If thats were even possible for a 6-year-old kid.
Jungkook looks around and notices it getting dark, so he gets up, picking up the shoe and your phone beside you, seeing him getting up you try to do that too, but he suddenly speaks with his voice dropping to a lower octave, "Hey?!" You pause mid-movement at his voice, and he clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth. Scoffing at how you thought he would let you walk.
"I was picking up your stuff, making sure you don't forget anything and you thought I would make you walk on your own? The audacity, I swear." he scoffs with a smile pulling you up in his arms. Lifting you in bridal style he makes you gasp when you notice attention drawing towards you two, you try to push yourself off him and tell him to put you down. He stands there like a sim with narrowed eyes on you and you wiggling in his arms, letting you calm down from the little protest show you were having.
You stop your movements when your movements cause a piercing pain in your ankle, and you wince. Looking up at him with big eyes, you give up and he chuckles shaking his head.
"You can be stubborn as fuck you know that?" He gives short chaste kisses to your lips, one time, two times, three times, and the fourth time you don't let him pull his head back. His grip on you tightens the moment your tongue pushes past his lips and he groans in the kiss.
You pull back and look into his already dizzy eyes. "Just for you to put me back in my place, Jeon."
"Fuck" he curses with his eyes squeezed shut, you can be a minx if you wanted to be, he thinks.
"Gonna note that for the time I fuck you when your ankle heals, baby." He gives a wet open-mouthed kiss to your cheek and walks you over to the car, smiling at how you blush when people look at you in your boyfriend's arms, placing you in the passenger's seat he bends further to put on your seatbelt. While getting back up you lock your eyes with him, and the love in them makes you snake your hands around his neck, kissing him, you smile in the kiss and he whispers a little 'I love you' in between. Your smile reaches your eyes when you hear him say that. Making your heart flutter.
"I love you too, baby" you whisper back to him, and at that moment, in that closeness, with his breathe on you, with the love in both your eyes and heart you realize you can fall for one person all over again, multiple times and that love can grow up to limits you can never measure.
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Be My Light - Chapter 10: An Act of Trust
*Genre: Mafia, Angst, Slow burn, eventual smut
*Warnings: Mentions of drugs, language, anxiety
Authors Note: How has it been so long? It's been a bit of a tough time but I have returned to my happy place. I hope you enjoy this look into the Magic Shop. I copy and paste the Tag List, so for those who no longer wish to be in it, I completely understand. Please just message me and I'll remove you. For any new interested readers who would like to be apart of the Tag List, same thing. Please just be patient with me. I'm on new any depressants and will be trying my very best to keep up with this. No matter what, I will never stop this fic and I will try my best to make any wait worth it. Feel free to drop a like, comment, or anything. Also posted on AO3 under the same name, Enjoy!
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Chapter 10: An Act of Trust.
This is incredible, you found yourself repeating as you followed Taehyung through the Magic Shop.
The mansion was the prime example of the phrase ‘never judge a book by its cover’. Though, if you were being completely honest, Bangtan had shown many examples of that phrase the more you were around them. Where the outside of the Magic Shop was foreboding, broken, and cold, the inside was warm, modern, and inviting. And so well maintained. For a group of young men, the place was immaculate. You thought back to when Jin and Jungkook had cleaned your apartment on the first night and decided that you really shouldn’t be surprised. As you looked about the passing rooms, they were beautifully decorated in a modern style that really complimented everyone and the structure.
Taehyung had, first, led you down the spiral staircase under the front foyer into what you assumed were the old service areas. Now, it was an expansive garage lined with a vast variety of vehicles. You recognized the truck that Jin had driven you home in, the silver sports car that Taehyung had picked you up in that first day, and the town car that you had just been in. Heuning Kai waved at the two of you from his place by the town car, polishing it to look as new. You looked down the rows in awe. As you took in the fleet of cars, you started to understand that you had vastly underestimated how much money Bangtan must have had. But were all of these bought or were they spoils of the job? Or were some of them stolen? You were really trying not to think so poorly of your hosts, but could it really be helped?
“Nice, huh?” Taehyung crossed his arms with pride as he leaned against a very nice looking black two-door car. He nodded over towards the familiar pickup truck. “That was the first truck we bought back in the early days. We lived off of cheap ramen and stolen veggies, but it was worth it. Jin put a lot of hardware into it over the years. He stayed up a lot of nights reading mechanic books to make it work for us. Now we’re able to hire mechanics who will follow whatever design and dream he can think up to help us. Like bulletproof glass and exteriors, homing beacons, storage and seats that fold down so we can use the space for anything. They, even, have this feature that sends an alert to all of our phones if the vehicle’s ever in an accident so we can get to each other.”
“I suppose Jin thought of everything, didn’t he?”
“Yeah,” Taehyung smiled a huge boxy grin. “Jin-hyung is all about keeping us safe. He’s like the mom of our family. He’s always taken such good care of us.”
As your eyes roamed across the row of vehicles, your eyes caught sight of a sleek, black motorcycle in the farthest corner of the garage. You had always wanted to ride on one ever since one of Amber’s friends came by the hospital to show his new one off. But you had always been too scared to ask to ride along; working in the ER would do that to a person.
“Like that? That’s Jungkookie’s, He always wanted one. And Yoongi-hyung and Jiminie bought it for him as a graduation present to encourage him to finish school. He was so excited when he went to go pick it out. It’s his favorite thing. Seems like you like it too. I’m sure if you ask him, he’d take you on a ride. As long as he doesn’t combust from shyness. I’d suggest you wait until you’ve been around him more before you ask him.”
“Oh no,” you said, turning back towards Tae. “I don’t think that would be very smart. Do you know how many cases in my ER are from motorcycle accidents? I wouldn’t dream of it.” You were sure by the look on Taehyung’s face that he could hear the disappointment in your tone as you tried to fool yourself.
He smiled. “You know that is the same argument that Jin-hyung said when it was brought home. But I know I have a picture of them riding on it together.”
Taehyung, then, led you out of the garage. As you ascended the spiral stairs back into the front foyer, you were taken down the hallway where Namjoon had appeared towards the kitchen. The hallway was lined with what looked like framed family portraits of Bangtan throughout the years. There were some of them all together dressed all nice, and a few of them in random units posed in fun ways. It was interesting to see how they grew and changed over the years. But it was, also, sad to see how young they were. You paused in front of what appeared to be their first family photo. Where the other photos were in suits or business casual attire, their first picture looked as if they had watched too many hip-hop music videos. Dressed in fake basketball jerseys and hats, or in layered phony designer shirts and too much eyeliner, they looks so young and inexperienced. You almost didn’t recognize Namjoon with his crazy hair and dark glasses, or Jimin with his very tanned skin and shaggy black hair. And Jungkook looked like he had barely started puberty with his round doe-eyes. It really made you wonder what could cause such young kids to turn to gang life. Yoongi and Namjoon you understood since Yoongi had explained his side to you. But were all their stories the same? You had to figure out how to ask them.
The kitchen looked like it belonged to a showroom with top-of-the-line appliances set against stunning marble counter tops. You imagined this is what a world class chef would want. It was beyond clean and spacious with a large capacity refrigerator and freezer, a fully stocked wine cabinet that almost reached the ceiling, a huge stove and dual ovens, and a large island that could be used for anything. Off the main part, set against a large set of windows that overlooked a courtyard in the middle of the Magic Shop, was a cozy breakfast nook and a fully stocked coffee bar that could meet the needs of the pickiest of coffee drinkers. There were a few different machines for different types of coffee, syrups, stirrers, and different sugars. The enticing smell of whatever Namjoon had made still permeated the room.
The only thing that was missing was the staff to man such a space. Perhaps they had the morning off?
Taehyung opened up the fully stocked cabinets, pantry, and fridge to show off their contents and told you to that you would help yourself to anything whenever you wanted.
“We always make extra so you can have whatever. Or, if you would rather cook something for yourself, by all means. But since one of us will be with you, we may offer to do it.”
“You all cook?” You remembered the amount of food Jin had ordered the first night for you and figured that’s what they did regularly.
“Some of us do,” he remarked with a shrug. “Namjoon-hyung can only really make coffee. And my skills are a bit limited. But the others are really good at it. We always leave leftovers if we are out late on missions for the other. We try to have family dinner when we are all together. And we talked about letting you come too, since you’ll be here for a while. If you want, that is. But trust me, you’re gonna want to.”
“So, you make your own food? I would expect a place like this would come with a fleet of cooks since you all would be…busy.”
Taehyung laughed. “You would think so. But we are pretty self-sufficient. Other than our hired Army, we don’t really have a staff full time. I mean, there are two mechanics that come to tune up the cars every month, a couple ladies who come in to do a deep clean every three months or so, and Jin brings in a couple helpers once in a while when he’s stuck in whatever he’s working on. But that’s only a very few very trusted people. They’re all older locals though who we’ve helped over the years, so we know they won’t betray us. It’s just safer if we keep it low. When we bring in new people, it’s blind like how we did with you. Not that we don’t trust you. I mean…” Taehyung started trying to figure out how to better explain it.
“It’s alright. I understand. I am a stranger to you guys. Despite how many card games I’ve beat you at or coffee dates you take me on.” You smiled as your little joke seemed to ease the tension. “It makes sense really. It’s better to be cautious. If anything happens to me, I wouldn’t be able to say anything even if I could.”
“Hey,” Tae brought his hand to your shoulder, face very serious, “nothing is going to hurt you here. I trust you. Call it my superpower, but I can read people really well. All the years on the street do that to a person. You are a good person. Otherwise, we would have blindfolded you before you stepped out of the car. Everyone agreed to welcome you in our home not just because of all you’ve done for Hyung. We could have just set you up in a safe house if I thought you were up to something.”
You were sure he was being genuine with you. He did seem like he was going very beyond the bare minimum he needed to do had it been some other person. You knew he was trying to make you feel safe and comfortable in this whole situation. They were doing so much for you, you just needed to allow yourself to relax and not think about all the other things. You tried to ignore the dark cloud that kept coming up the second you started to forget their profession and focus on the person.
From the kitchen, you were lead to the outside courtyard. It must have been intended to be a beautiful event space in its conception. There were moss covered statues, an elegant fountain surrounded by ivy covered iron benches, and beautiful plants that brought so much color to the space. Above, there was a façade that looked like a tapered roof covered in ripped tarps that Tae explained let in a lot of light and rain but kept anyone or thing from seeing inside. Bangtan had really thought of everything to keep the Magic Shop secret. Across the courtyard and through another door, you were shown an impressive gym with an attached studio that Taehyung explained was used for combat training, dance practice, or anything they wanted. Next to that was a shower, steam room, and a large indoor swimming pool. All of which was fair game for you to use if you wanted to.
After that, the excited man showed you what he deemed ‘the living space’. Up the stairs to the second floor, there was a massive formal dining room, a small library that you really wanted to explore, a small infirmary, a game room, and some office used for whatever they wanted to work on privately. He pointed to another staircase and mentioned that some of their bedrooms were up on the third floor and so were Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s personal workspaces. Jin’s workspace was in the basement, while Jungkook’s room and personal gaming room was on the attic floor with Taehyung’s art studio. There was so much space in this house that you began to wonder if there was a map so you wouldn’t get lost. Before you could try to remember how to get back to the last room, you found yourself in an expansive living room. You figured this may be where you’d be spending a majority of your time. The room was open design with a massive L-shaped couch that seemed like it could fit more than seven, sleek coffee tables, two elegant armchairs with oversized ottomans, and a few beanbag chairs stacked in a corner. Mounted to the wall was a huge flat screen television and on either side of it where towering shelves full of movies, tv series, music, and video games to last a lifetime. There were multiple gaming consoles stacked neatly on top. And on the far wall, there was a small mini fridge, a cupboard with snacks, and a small bar. It was homely and comfortable.
“We spend a lot of our down time together in here,” Taehyung said, smiling at your awed expression. “It’s probably one of my favorite rooms, besides my bedroom.”
“I can see why. It has pretty much everything in here. It’s bigger than my apartment. Well, this house is so large it’s a wonder how you can find anyone in here. I still haven’t seen Jimin, Jungkook, or Jin. I feel like I could walk right past them in here and never know it.”
“Well, Jin is on the basement level working on something. We won’t need to go down there. There is nothing there that’d interest you. Honestly, it’s a bit more confusing to get down there anyway so just try to stay on the first two floors. But. he’ll come up for lunch in a while. Since I didn’t see Jungkook in here or the gym, my guess is that he is probably still in his room. He was up late last night playing video games and is most likely still sleeping. But if ever in doubt, always start looking for him in the gym or where his games are. As for Jimin, I’m not sure where he is. He was excited for you to come to the Magic Shop. I thought he would meet us in the front or outside. That was his plan anyway. Something might have come up. I’m sure we’ll see him at lunch. Oh yeah, there’s someone else I want you to meet. Now, where is he?”
Suddenly, while you were distracted by some of the framed, less staged photos on the wall, something small and fuzzy ran across your foot. You shrieked and it took everything in your body to keep from kicking at whatever it was as you fell back into one of the armchairs. Taehyung let out a loud laugh that filled the space and had him holding his sides.
“Tannie! There’s my baby boy.” You turned over the chair to watch him stoop over and pick up a small black and brown Pomeranian puppy. The puppy yipped happily and gave his owner sloppy kisses that Tae returned. “I was wondering where you had gotten off too. Such a silly boy. You shouldn’t scare our guest like that. She’s a nice girl, the one I told you about. Say you’re sorry.”
The puppy let out a big yawn. You weren’t sure if that was the apology Taehyung was expecting.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to react like that. I’ve been a bit jumpier than usual. I wasn’t expecting such a tiny thing to come running at me. You guys never mentioned that you had a dog.”
“I didn’t? That doesn’t sound like me. I could have sworn I had talked about him a few times back in the hospital.” If you were honest, he might have. But there were plenty of times when you were fighting your many battles about trusting them that you tuned out most of the conversations. “This is Yeontan. He’s only eight months old. You don’t mind dogs, do you?”
“No, I like all animals. He’s very cute,” you pushed off from the chair and stepped a bit closer. When Taehyung held the small dog out to you, you reached over and lightly scratched him behind his fuzzy ear. Yeontan let out a happy noise and licked your hand. You laugh a bit. “He’s so sweet. But I’ll be honest. I would never have suspected someone like you to have such a tiny dog.”
“Oh, sure. I get that. Jungkookie keeps saying we should get a Doberman as a guard dog. That would definitely fit our image better. But I could never replace Tannie. He’s all mine.” Taehyung hugged the puppy close, and it warmed your heart. “I’ve always wanted a little dog ever since I was a kid. But a bad home life made it difficult. But all the guys pulled together and helped me get this little guy as a present. And I sold a few pieces in order to save up for classes so I could better take care of him. I wanted to be the best owner for him.”
The way that Taehyung spoke and interacted with the dog was such a juxtaposition to the wicked mafia persona you had figured hid beneath. It was so cute that you could only wonder if someone would ever treat you with the same amount of affection. Had you not known about that side of his life, you’d swear he was just this lovable guy with a large heart. Though, something he had said gave you pause.
“Save up? I feel like you all have more money than I can even imagine. I mean,” you made a grand gesture to the room, “why would you need to save up for anything?”
“I’m sure it seems that way. Sure, we’re pretty well off. But when we first started, we were so poor, we didn’t have enough money to eat. We stole from the gas station just to eat once a day. And when we started out, we were nobodies, so it wasn’t like we were making anything. Whatever we did earn from gang activities went to important things like medicine and renting a room for the night, so we didn’t have to sleep on the street. Then, it went towards necessities, like weapons for protection or clothes so we wouldn’t freeze in the winter. Or bail when we got caught by the police. So, to ensure we would be able to make it and not be picked off by the other gangs, we got day jobs. Namjoon worked the gas station we stole from to make it up to the old man who owned it, Yoongi-hyung was a delivery boy, and Hobi-hyung and Jimin worked at a dance studio. Kookie and I found ways to help. The only one who had any money was Jin-hyung. His family was loaded. When I first met Jin-hyung, before I met the others, he was a student, and I was a street kid just trying not to go home. I saw him at a bus stop I used to tag all the time. He said my work was cool and just like a puppy, I started hanging around him. He fed me and even tried to teach me what he was learning since I dropped out. Then we met the others and Jin-hyung was using his money to help us. But when his father learned who he was hanging around, he cut him off. Until he was able to black mail his father.”
“But,” Taehyung continued, seeing how off topic he was getting, “the point was, we always had other ways to get money that weren’t gang related. Even now, as big as we are, we still have little side jobs we do. It breaks up the monotony and gives us a little bit of an escape. What we earn from gang activities belongs to Bangtan; the upkeep of the house, paying Army, hospital bills, and our equipment. Anything we earn from our side hustle is ours for our own pleasure. That dance studio that Jimin and Hobi-hyung worked at, they now own. Jungkookie competes in videogame competitions and films himself playing games on the internet. Jin continues his family business, without his actual family. And Namjoon-hyung and Yoongi-hyung did music underground back in the day before all the gang stuff, and they still do. They write and produce demos and sell them. You’ve probably heard a few of their stuff. And we all help them sometimes. We joke that if we weren’t in this line of work, we’d probably be a world-renowned band. Funny huh?”
Wow, you thought as you tried to process what he had just told you. There is so much more to these guys than I thought. How can they be this down to earth?
“And what do you do?”
“I told you that I used to be a street artist, right? Nothing too special; just tagging and doing funny graffiti. But the others really inspired me to keep going. Hell, Namjoon got arrested with me when I was attempting to improve some offensive street art someone left outside one of our favorite places just because he wanted to see me improve myself. Now, I’ve moved to a bunch of different mediums; I’ve tried charcoal, photography, drawing, and painting. I took all of those pictures,” he said pointing to the walls. “It’s pretty easy to find a muse when you have a great support system. Here let me show you some of my pieces.” He took your hand and led you out of the living room with a bounce in his step.
He took you up the stairs and to his art room. You were fairly positive that this was not supposed to be part of the tour since this was where their more private spaces were. But the look on Tae’s face when he showed you his art room was enough to show you that he was very excited to show off his work to you. The room had hardwood floors and walls covered with different sizes of framed pictures of different famous artists that he admired. The room was loaded with supplies like stacks of canvases, drawing supplies and paints, different cameras, and drop clothes to protect the floor. There was a small couch and chairs that you recognized from some of the family portraits. He went over to a desk and grabbed a book. It was labeled Vante, which you remember used to be his street artist name before he shortened it to V for his gang related work. He flipped through the book and handed it to you when he found what he was looking for. There were pictures of different art pieces he had made. Each page had photos of the progression and the finished product with handwritten notes next to it as to when it was sold and for how much. The numbers made your eyes widen. There were things that you would expect to see in a museum. You were speech-less.
He grabbed your hand once again and led you out of the studio and into the hallway. There were some more pieces hanging throughout the hallways, those he wouldn’t part with. There was one that was so breathtaking; it was a black and gray background, with a single light source from up center. In the center of the spotlight was a dancer clad in white, whose body was carved through shadows and face shown pale in the light, eyes closed in a serene way as if he was lost in the music you couldn’t hear. His arm was extended up to the light like a ballet dancer, so graceful. His hair, a steely blue, and the gathering shadows accentuate his sharp yet delicate features. And the more you looked at it, the more you began to realize that you had seen this person before.
It was Jimin.
As you were led to more art pieces, you started to realize that Taehyung had used Bangtan in many of them. They were breath taking. Not only were they all so good-looking, but the way Taehyung painted or photographed them made them look otherworldly. Near the end of a staircase that would lead to the top floor back to the floor some of their bedrooms could be found on, you found yourself stopped in front of what you came to realize was your favorite. It was a black and white photo made to look like a painting. There were seven people in front of a white background that looked like hands reaching out for each other. Five of the seven were leaning on each other, hunched over in a dramatic way. In the center were the final two, both with their arm up, one reaching for the sky and the other grasping the first wrist afraid to slip and let go. It was so simple yet complex, so artistic. You weren’t sure how long you were staring at it until Taehyung’s voice cut through your thoughts.
“I was commissioned to make this for someone. But when it was done, I couldn’t part with it. The others loved it too. They hated that I was supposed to sell it to someone who wouldn’t understand it. So, Yoongi-hyung paid the commissioner for it, three times what he was going to pay me for it. Said he didn’t care how much the man wanted for it. It meant so much to us that it was priceless. Yoongi-hyung says it’s his favorite. I think it’s yours too.”
“It’s so beautiful. You are truly an amazing artist.”
“I have some great muses.”
Taehyung and you stood there in silence a bit more before the silence was broken by someone coming out of one of the rooms. It was Hoseok. He looked a bit disheveled and breathless as if he had just run a mile, hair no longer sleek and tidy. He closed the door softly and turned with a grin, licking his lips in some sort of victory. He clapped his hands together and started down the hall with a hop in his step.
He froze when he saw the two of you looking at him. “Umm...” he started nervously, “what are you two doing up here?”
Oh right, I’m probably not meant to be up here. That’s why he’s confused. You turned your eyes back to the floor and your shoulders started to hunch. You didn’t want to intrude on their space. You were just following Taehyung and thought it was okay. But it would seem like not everyone was alright with his idea.
Tae noticed the change in your posture and was having none of that, especially after he worked so hard to get you out of your shell to begin with. “I told you I was going to show her around the house. I was showing Y/N some of my artwork in my studio and figured I would show off the good ones. She really likes this one. I can’t say I blame her.”
Hobi looked over at the painting. “Oh yeah, it is pretty. But don’t you have a copy of it in your phone you could have shown her? I thought we were just gonna keep it to the ground floors until Namjoon-.”
“I’m sorry,” you said, arms wrapping around yourself in a nervous way. “I’m not trying to intrude. I wouldn’t have come up here unless Taehyung had brought me.”
Hoseok noticed the way your hand clenched at your clothes and how you didn’t look at him in the face. And suddenly, he felt bad. “Shit, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just surprised. We normally don’t have people up here. I wasn’t expecting you. I don’t care if you come up here. Just as long as you don’t go into any rooms without permission.”
“Well, of course she won’t, hyung. You see how nervous she is just at the thought of intruding. I just didn’t want her sitting in one room all day. Jeez, she’ll probably be hanging on the first two floors anyways. That’s where all the fun is.”
Hobi threw his hands up in defeat. “Alright, Taehyungie, I get it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. Y/N, I’m sorry. I was just surprised. It’s been a long morning.” You nodded your head in confirmation.
“Now to a better point. What were you doing?” Taehyung fixed his hyung with an accusing look and a smirk from behind you. As if I can’t guess.
Hobi frowned back at Taehyung before pushing his hand through his hair to tidy himself back up. “I was making sure Hyung went to rest and not back to work. You know how Yoongi-hyung can be when he’s away from his screens. He took some convincing but he’s asleep now in his room. And I,” he fished a key from the pocket of his jeans, “stole the key to the Genius Lab so he won’t be tempted to sneak in and work. He should be out for a few hours. He may skip lunch for now, but I’ll make sure he eats before he needs to have his next dosage for you.” He smiled brightly at you. “So, what do you think of the Magic Shop?”
“It’s incredible. You guys must have really worked hard to make it so beautiful.”
“Yeah, it took a few years to get right. But it’s been such a great sanctuary for us. Tell you what, I need to go into town for a bit. I’m sure Taehyung has told you about the dance studio if he’s showing off all his side work. I need to pick up Jimin. He apparently was called in this morning to help with some minor things but he’s not feeling too well to drive back alone. But when I get home, I’ll show you something we’ve been working on with the kids in our class. It’s really fun. Then we can all have lunch.” Hobi moved past you two, making sure to greet Tannie with a series of silly voices and pets.
Taehyung gave his hyung a confused look. “Is Minnie okay?”
“Yeah, he’s fine. It’s just about the end of the month. I’m sure he’s gonna try to push it off again.” Realization dawned on Taehyung and he smacked his head for overlooking it with everything going on. You didn’t ask what they meant since it really wasn’t your business. Perhaps it was just some stress related thing that focused on his time of the month. You were sure with everything going on, Bangtan must push themselves too far and that leads to poor health. If Jimin was sick, you would be happy to check him out since you were there to be an in-home care. It would give you something else to focus on. The two said goodbye and Hobi dashed down the stairs.
“Come on, let’s take Tannie out in the courtyard and I’ll show you some more of pieces on the way.
You happily followed him, chasing after the positive feeling you had earlier. Your anxieties had been growing more difficult to contain. It must be because you weren’t taking your medicine. You were hoping Dr. Na would have been helpful in finding out what it was so you could get back on track. But with everything that happened back at the hospital, you hadn’t been so lucky. You didn’t even turn in the script he had given you for a mild antianxiety medication to take in its place because you were still so mad at him and hurt. And yet, here you were with the people who ruined him for you, acting like they were your friend. All these feelings and emotions were confusing.
As you arrived back on the second floor and at the landing of the familiar staircase, you both could hear someone walking around, pacing by the sounds of it. At first, you thought it was Hoseok again, but Namjoon’s voice could be heard just a harsh whisper. Whoever he was talking to, he was not happy about something.
“I can’t believe you are trying to blow me off right now. How is that fair? My family needs security. Didn’t you say it would only take you a few hours? I know I got the dates mixed up but that shouldn’t matter to you. If you haven’t noticed, my family’s been in a bit of chaos recently and you were supposed to help ease some of my tension with information. At least tell me what you do have. What do you mean you aren’t done with your initial check? Why isn’t it done? I’m sure you’re busy, but you owe me!” The closer the two of you got to the stairs, the more you could pick up the frustration in Namjoon’s voice. He walked from a hallway near the bottom of the stairs, phone raised to his ear. He had changed from his morning clothes into a pair of jeans and a blue sweater, something more presentable. He didn’t seem aware of the two of you, so engrossed with his conversation. His eyes were narrow behind his glasses. He was agitated in a way you hadn’t seen since he saved you from Choi the first time. And you were not a fan of seeing him angry. “You said you’d come today and now you’re flaking out on me when I need you? That’s really great, Jackson. No, I am not overreacting. I trusted my gut to a point, but I need hard facts here. I needed them yesterday. Just go with it? Jackson, they’re in my house now, and you’re telling me to go with it?! No, two days is not okay! Don’t make me chase you down, you son of a bitch.” He let out a growl that didn’t fit with his current image. Taehyung didn’t like how mad his leader was getting. The younger knew full well what Namjoon was so angry about and he wished he hadn’t used a flighty character like Jackson to do something Tae could have easily done. But he knew that Namjoon needed an outsider’s opinion. “Fucking fine, how long? You better be here in two days or so help me…,” he let the person on the other end of the phone fill in the blank before he ended the call with a huff.
Taehyung took the opportunity to clear his throat to announce your presence, which startled Joon more than he would have liked. It took him a second before he let his emotions slip back behind the mask of a calm leader you had come to expect. You were aware that Tae was standing closer to you than before, like he was securing your place next to him.
“Everything ok, hyung?”
“Yeah, sorry, didn’t see you there. How much did you hear?”
“Just you getting mad. But don’t worry, it’s all good.” You gather that Taehyung knew exactly what Namjoon was wanting from this Jackson person but didn’t want to explain it to you. He grabbed your hand with his free one and pulled you down the stairs. “Y/N got to meet Tannie. We know how much he doesn’t like new people and, guess what, he likes her. How great is that? He never likes people other than you guys so quickly. He must know she’s a good person.”
You weren’t sure what else that was supposed mean, but it made the wheels in Namjoon’s head start to turn. Was that conversation about you? Did he not trust you in his home? Then why had they discussed bringing you here? He had hesitated back when Taehyung had mentioned showing you around the house. You knew they wanted to be careful, but wasn’t it their idea to bring you in? Why would he be so concerned now? You remember that he was supposed to talk to you about it before bringing you here but had forgotten. Was it more than just easing you into this that he wanted to talk about? Maybe this was a mistake? Or were you just overthinking things again?
“Well, I’m taking Y/N to the courtyard. Don’t let Jackson mess you up. You’re smarter than him anyways. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
You started to follow Taehyung back down the hall. As you passed, you could tell that Namjoon was struggling with something. If it was about you, you wanted to tell him that you would do whatever made them more comfortable, even if that meant staying in one place like you wanted to with Hoseok. But Taehyung took your hand again and gave it a squeeze, like he knew you were overthinking things again. “Wait a second,” Namjoon said, voice sounding like he had come to a firm decision.
The two of you stopped and looked back at Bangtan’s leader. He took a deep breath. “Y/N, I’m glad you’re here. And I mean it when I say welcome to our home. This is a bit new for us but considering the circumstances, this is the best option. Jin and I had been talking before about what happens when you come here, and both agree that we want you to be comfortable and not worried about anything. So, that being said, we came to an agreement about something very important. And I’ll let you decide what happens here. I know you said you want us to keep the darker side of our work away from you, and we have tried to respect that as much as possible. Being in our home may make that a bit more challenging. But we are still willing to do that if you want us to. But if you want, this may make being here a whole lot easier and may clear up some of those hesitations about us you may have,”
You were willing to listen to what he had to say. “What is it?”
“Yeah, hyung,” Taehyung said, tentatively, unsure of where this was going. “What do you mean? I don’t think we’ve talked about whatever this is.”
“We haven’t Tae. But Jin-hyung and I talked about it before and based on some gut feelings, this may be for the best for everyone. But it ultimately falls on Y/N to decide. Jin would like to say ‘hello’ to you. He’s in his lab.”
“Lab?” You had heard them mention a lab many times but you didn’t think that’s what it was. But by the way that Taehyung reacted to and, and how he had mentioned how you wouldn’t want to go down there, made you realize this was more than that.
“Namjoon-hyung, are you sure about that?”
He waved Taehyung off. “Like I said, this may make things for you much easier to understand and take some fear of us away. But if you prefer, we can just ignore it fully. But if you are willing, Jin-hyung would like to show you something in his lab. Jin-hyung does a lot of research and is working on something very important that may change how you see us. But it’s important. But if you don’t want to, I’ll understand, and we’ll keep pretending like nothing has changed. I give you control.”
You hadn’t had much control over the life you could remember. Leaving your ex and choosing to help Bangtan was really the first taste of control you had, and it was still scary. Maybe being in the dark was a good option. But them allowing you to have a say really meant a lot to you. The fear of what you would find out started to be outweighed by the prospect of clarity. But what if they were wrong? Was it better to stay in the dark? You started to wring your hands together. You had already started to change your view of them since Yoongi had talked about his past and Taehyung had showed you things you would have never thought you’d come to see from them. Was that enough to trust that Namjoon was doing what he thought was best? Looking into his eyes, you saw only patience as he allowed you time to process all the thoughts and feelings.
You took a deep breath. “I hope this goes the way you planned.”
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As you followed in step behind Namjoon and Taehyung, with Yeontan held comfortably in the younger’s hand, in a darkened tunnel, you were really hoping that this would go the way Namjoon had hoped. They had taken you from the front foyer where you had started and down the same hall that led to the kitchen. You had been so had been so distracted by the pictures on the wall that you hadn’t noticed that there was an arched door to the left just before you reached the end of the hall. Namjoon pressed his thumb against a scanner on the doorknob and the sound of multiple heavy locks snapped open echoed against the walls. The door swung open to a granite stairway that was dimly lit. Namjoon had explained that this used to take guests down to the old train platform before they renovated it. When they had first taken residence, it had been so ill-kempt and dilapidated that they worried the tunnels would collapse. Most of the platforms and tunnels had been sealed and closed off. And a few that were in good condition were converted into something useful. But the biggest had been designated as Jin’s personal work area. At the bottom of the staircase, you could see the old remnants of the old train tunnels and platforms. The tunnel was dimly lit but you could still see the curve of the arched ceiling, the old support beams, the drop off from the platform to the old rail ways. Claustrophobia started to tighten its fingers around your throat, and your fingers tightened around the strap of your bag in some way to ground yourself. You were sure that anyone who had stumbled into here would have found it abandoned and unsafe. Which, in hindsight, was probably what Bangtan wanted. But you reminded yourself that they wouldn’t put you in danger. And this was supposed to help you.
Ahead of you, Taehyung and Namjoon were whispering to each other. You were trying not to eavesdrop, but you did catch that Tae seemed worried about this plan. At least he was trying to keep his promise to you and keep you away from things like this. You really did appreciate that and found yourself believing that he really was your friend here. This was a very big deviation from the plan that the two of you had agreed upon a few weeks ago. But something in the way that you caught Namjoon’s plea for the younger to trust him made you want to believe that this was to make everything better. You understood that this was a very big step for them and something that would probably never be taken into consideration. So, this had mean more than you anticipated. You didn’t want to try to imagine what you were being led to. Could it be a scare tactic to make sure you didn’t talk, or something to bribe you? Neither of those fit with the way that Namjoon had presented the option to come down here and you wanted to believe that Taehyung wouldn’t allow it. You took a deep breath to try to refocus your mind on anything else.
After a bit, as you started to wonder if there was ever an end to this dark tunnel, you could just make out the bricked-up wall that blocked the rest of the way. It was a dead-end, complete with road blockers covered in an inch of dust, caution tape that looked ancient, and crumbling stones. Another façade. Namjoon reached out to one of the broken bricks and pulled it down like it was a lever, which it was, as a door clicked. The door of bricks slid open like some secret passageway in a spy movie revealing a thick wall of steel and a flood of bright light illuminated your shocked face.
You felt like Alice after she fell down the rabbit hole as you stepped from the dark granite onto sterile white tile. How could you still be in the same place? Taehyung had called it a basement workshop and Namjoon had called it a lab, but this was beyond what you could have imagined based on those descriptions. It was like you had stepped into some blockbuster superhero’s hideaway. The lab was large, larger than the pharmaceutical one at Mercy. There seemed to be sections where different projects were being handled. Stainless steel tables were covered with different lab equipment that looked familiar, vials filled with many different liquids and powders, microscopes of varying sizes and usages, chemical analyzers, and centrifuges of the highest quality. On a wall, there were many canisters of different drugs based on the labels you could make out, many of them you had used in the hospital. Two people in white lab coats were noting some results of something in a petri dish that you were sure you didn’t want to know what it was. Looking behind the amount of lab equipment, there was a small medical area that looked like a walk-in clinic you had visited once before coming to Central. There was an exam table, stretcher, enough emergency medical supplies that made you feel like you were back in the ER. If they had all of this at their disposal, they surely didn’t really need you around. You remembered Jin had once mentioned he had medical training and took care of the others, but you assumed it was first aid training and not actual medical training.
On the other side of the room, as clean and as well organized as the lab and medical area, was another workshop that was dedicated to all sorts of different tools and weapons of their trade. There were blueprints for a variety of items pinned to a board with notes and arrows all around them. There were multiple wide touch screens with information and numbers, molds and mockups, knives, guns, and other weapons in different ranges of finishes. You could see three or four dummies that looked as if they had been very well used. One had a vest on with bullet holes in it, another had slashes and stab marks that you dared not think about. Further back, there was what appeared to be a small shooting target lined with thick glass that you assumed was bulletproof to protect the workers. There was another person in a white lab coat and goggles who was working intently on piecing together a handgun. And in the very center of the room, sat a huge computer with four different large, active screens, was Jin. He was dressed sharply, as he always was, complete with a stark white lab coat. A pair of round silver glasses slid down his nose as he scribbled something on a notepad while looked at something dissolving in a yellow liquid. He looked like some handsome yet mad scientist at work. The glow of the screens cast a pale pallor on his skin and you could see a tiredness on his drawn features. Whatever he was working on, he must have been at it for a while, or was stressing him out a bit.
“Did I somehow stumble into the Batcave?”
“Feels like that sometimes. Jin-hyung’s like the Korean Bruce Wayne isn’t he,” Taehyung laughed.
“I think he’d prefer Tony Stark,” Namjoon remarked.
“Aren’t they the same thing,” you asked.
“I’ll ignore that since you’re cute, Darling,” Jin called out, never looking from the liquid in the beaker in his hand. “But there is a preferrable difference.”
Yeontan started squirming in Taehyung’s arms until he was placed on the tile and ran to Jin’s side. The tiny puppy jumped, trying to climb up into his lap, crying out for more attention.
“Aish,” Jin exclaimed, dropping the beaker on the table, thankfully not breaking. “Taehyung why is Yeontan in my lab?! We talked about this.”
“But he missed his Uncle Jin so much,” Taehyung smirked.
Jin rolled his eyes as he scooped up the puppy and made his way over to the three of you. He handed the puppy back to Taehyung after scratching the pup’s tiny head. “Just keep an eye on him. I don’t want to think of what he could get into.” He turned his attention to you, flashing you a warm smile. “Welcome to my lab, Y/N. I’m so glad you decided to join us down here. I promise that you won’t regret it. I was hoping to meet you when you first got here but I’ve been quite busy. I trust Taehyung has shown you the house. Though,” he fixed the younger with a sideways glance, “I see he didn’t show you where to put your stuff down and has made you carry it all this way. I know I have taught you better manners than that.”
“No, he’s been such a good host. I just never set it down. Actually, it’s been nice to hang onto,” you explained, saving Taehyung from whatever tongue lashing he was about to receive. “It gives my nervous hands something to do.”
“Ah, well, we do know a bit about anxiety and habits here. Do whatever you need to feel comfortable.” He dusted off his hands and slipped his glasses into the top pocket of his lab coat.
Up close, Jin looked just as amazing as always. Your hands tightened around the strap of your bag again, just to keep from getting overwhelmed. This was going to be a normal occurrence if they were all going to be here with you. His pink hair was combed back from his face as if he had ran his fingers through it many times while working. He was wearing a white button up shirt with a grey sweater vest, dark trousers, and polished shoes. Somehow, he always looked like he was modeling for something. Though, you did notice a bit of bruising peeking out on his collarbone.
“Are you okay? It looks like you had some issues with CrossFit too.”
Jin looked at you with a look of utter confusion. “CrossFit?”
You nodded. “Yes, Namjoon has one too. He said he got it from doing CrossFit with you. I hope it doesn’t hurt too much.”
Jin’s eye were drawn behind you to his members, who were silently trying to communicate without drawing your attention. Joon was pointing to the mark on his own neck before making a pleading motion with his hands. Taehyung was trying to communicate their intention with his eyes as much as possible.
“Oh yeah,” Jin said, slowly, realization striking him before he slid back into his trained persona so not to arise any suspicion from you. “CrossFit. Right. Well, you know how it goes. He crossed me so I did what I saw fit.” From behind you, Namjoon seemed to choke on air and Taehyung tried his best to stifle a laugh. You turned around to see what was going on, completely confused and clearly missing something. But Jin turned your attention back to him. “Don’t worry about me, Darling. My perfect skin may be marred for the moment but I will survive. But thank you for your concern.”
“Well, it is sort of my job. Though based on what I see, you really don’t need me.”
“Nonsense! You are a professional, and we could definitely use someone with your delicate touch. Whatever you may need, you can just ask. And if I don’t have it, I will get it for you faster than any hospital could. I know many higher ups in all the companies in the country and they would leap at the chance to get in my good graces.”
Suddenly, a loud bang ricocheted off the wall and made you scream and drop your bag, spilling its contents all over the floor. Bangtan only moved from your scream. Jin’s hands came up to grasp your shoulders, steadying you and trying to reassure you of your safety. He bend down so he was able to look into your eyes and whispered assurances that you were alright. From behind Jin, the young man who had been dealing with the handgun had finished piecing it together and fired a shot at the target. He looked over at you with a surprised look on his face, not realizing someone new was in the room. Taehyung had already crossed the room and snatched the gun from the younger’s hands and stowing it away. He gave Soobin a pointed look that spoke volumes. Namjoon had stoop down to start retrieving your bag.
“Soobin,” Jin yelled over his shoulder, “you didn’t think to look up before you shot that? Or at least put a silencer on it?”
“I’m sorry, sir,” the youth replied. “I’m really sorry ma’am.” He scrambled away from the work bench and over to you all to assist Namjoon in locating all of your items.
“I’m sorry, Darling, I really didn’t want something to scare you. My intention was to make this less scary for you. Here, come sit over here. Take a deep breath for me. Taehyung, can you go get her some water? Take another deep breath, Darling. Yes, just like that.”
“This was a mistake,” you said between breaths, alternating between wringing and shaking your hands to try get the tremors to stop. Your voice was cracking as you tried to keep from crying out of sheer panic. “I shouldn’t have agreed to come in here. Why did you think this would be a good idea? What was the point? To scare me into keeping your secrets?
“Absolutely not. We would never want to put you through that. We trust that you won’t say anything. This was to shed some light on what we’re actually doing here.”
Taehyung appeared next to you with a bottle of water, which you graciously took and swallowed half the bottle.
“Hyungs,” he pleaded, “maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. We wanted her to be comfortable and she asked us to hide this part of us as much as possible.”
“And we did,” Jin agreed. “Y/N, we tried. And it was easier when it was just going from your place to the hospital and back. But with you being in our house, unless we lock you up in the living room, it’s going to be hard for you not to see some aspect of our work. That’s why Joon and I had this conversation. We thought that after all the time we spent making this relationship with you that you’d trust us enough. And we thought if you saw what we are working on down here, it might clear the air and ease some of these anxieties that still plague you. But we’ve taken an unexpected turn. Just try to relax. You’re still shaking.”
“I wish I had taken Doctor Na’s offer for some new anti-anxiety medication,” you muttered to yourself, remembering his suggestion in the stairwell. You had a feeling your anxieties were just going to get worse.
You looked over as Namjoon came to the desk with your bag, all its contents gathered back inside. All except a familiar clear bottle. Your old medication that you had forgotten was in there since the night Doctor Na had followed you into the stairwell after you saw the exchange of U4-1A. The familiar want you felt then of wanting to down that last pill in the bottle and escape world came back. But you didn’t take it then, you didn’t need it now. You wanted nothing to do with that past life anymore. Hell, you only wanted to know what it was so you could find an alternative that wouldn’t remind you of Daniel. But the temptation was strong as Namjoon held it out for you.
“This is yours, right,” he questioned. “I found it rolled under a table. And it doesn’t look like anything Jin-hyung’s been working on.”
“It’s mine,” you said as you took it from him. “It’s old medication from my ex-…um, I mean, from my accident. I ran out and Doctor Na was trying to figure out what it was since the label’s been lost. But our hospital pharmacy couldn’t identify it. I forgot to clean out my bag with…everything going on.”
“May I?” Jin held out his hand for the bottle. You shrugged, handing it to him. He dumped the pill into his palm and started to examine it with the same focused intensity as he had earlier. He made a face. “A generic white pill with no discernable characteristics. And you don’t remember its name?”
“I don’t remember ever hearing it. I started taking it after I woke up from my accident. The nurse or my ex would just bring it to me. And then, Daniel would get it refilled after that since I couldn’t drive. When I came to Central, I only had what was left in the bottle and had to space it out. I haven’t taken it for a couple weeks now. It’s probably why my anxiety is really bad.”
“I can find out what it is for you. I guarantee I’ll have more success than some basic pharmacist fresh out of school. I’ve some connections I can talk with to help me analyze it. And,” Jin held up a hand to silence the protest you were about to pose, “these connections are not gang related. Before I became estranged from my family, I was the second heir to the largest pharmaceutical company in all the country. Despite my father’s best efforts, I was very friendly and charming with our specialists and made plenty of valuable connections to help me in the future. So, if anyone can figure out what this is, it’s me.”
You were stunned into silence. You remember him mentioning medical training and about his father pushing for a different career, but you never imagined he was a part of the Kim Pharmaceutical dynasty. Of course, you had heard of them; all the hospitals pharmacies in the city were stocked with their products, and every doctor read their research reports and trail information. They beat out every other company when it came to advancements in health services. And they were close to celebrity status amongst the papers. You recalled overhearing some pharmacy interns at lunch talking about them. They mentioned that the company was ran by the Senior Mr. Kim, who had been married twice after his first wife passed, leaving him with two sons to take over the company in the next few decades. The oldest was always showing up in the papers. And the second son was said to be away at some foreign school. Which, now knowing that Jin was the second son, was much better for their publicity than saying ‘a part of the most notorious drug dealing, ruthless Mafia families’. You remembered that night in your apartment when Jin had mentioned blackmailing his father for access to his assets. And, looking around at the lab, it seemed to have paid off well.
As you let the information settle in your mind, you realized that your hands had stopped shaking and your breathing had evened back out. They had successfully distracted you from your panic so your mind could recenter. Well, you recalled, they did say that they had experience with anxiety.
“Come on, Y/N,” Taehyung said, gently, “let’s head back upstairs. We’ll find something normal to distract ourselves until the others are ready for lunch.”
“Alright,” you said with a deep sigh, “but, before I have another panic attack here, what was so important that I had to come down here? Just tell me. Please.”
“Ah, of course,” Jin said, reaching over to a drawer and pulling out a small clear container. Inside, you could see several small, heart -shaped, pink tablets, no bigger than a breath mint. You had seen the news, read the papers, heard the doctors talking about it. That was U4-1A, Euphoria. When the first few cases had started coming into your ER, you were told to check and see if they had those heart-shaped pills on them, though you had never seen them. The distinct pink color was, also, a dead giveaway; it was the same color the user’s irises turned when they were high on the addictively deadly substance. The few times you had been in the room with some of the addicts that Doctor Na was working with, you recalled a rose-colored ring on the edges of their eyes that seemed so unnatural. Your stomach twisted at the thought of Henry taking the drug from Namjoon when he was supposed to be helping people. He couldn’t even deny it. “You know what this is?”
“Why the hell would you show that to me?! I asked for one thing. I could look past some things, try to ignore things. Like I could ignore the amount of money coming and going. I could ignore the weapons, or any other reminders. But I asked specificity for this not be mentioned.”
“Darling,” Jin chided in an amused tone, “I just asked what this was.”
“Are you fucking for real? It’s Euphoria…”
“Wrong,” Jin interrupted as he reached out and tapped you on the nose, completely taking you off guard and disarming you. “This isn’t Euphoria, or U4-1A. This is Euphoric. U4-1C.”
Never heard of that. “Okay. So, what? It’s a knock off?”
Jin looked offended. “A knock off. My dear, like me, it’s an original that others fail to compare to. It is the only one of its kind and so important to the work we do here. And before you insinuate, no, it is not what started this addict epidemic. The ones who have that despicable honor are Ji and the Royals. This” he held it up to you again so you could see it was more closely shaped like a triangle, “is my solution to it. For the past five or six years now, I have been secretly working on a counter agent to make that horrid drug obsolete and save the people who either willing or unwilling were made to take it. This is going to be the antidote. It’s not finished fully. I haven’t been able to fully identify the exact formula the Royals use. And it’s not an instant cure. But introducing this to someone going through withdrawals, instead of to induce a sexual release, the addict would just need to exert themselves another way, like exercise or something else that released the pleasure signal in the brain. It takes a lot of time and constant dosing but I’ve gotten it to where after so long it can be tapered off from every day to once a month, and soon only once every other month. I am making a cure. And we pass it out to those in need. That’s what I wanted you to see. That we aren’t the bad guys. Well… at least not for this.”
You let his words absorb and you felt like you had been doused with cold water. So, when Hwasa cornered Namjoon in the hallway of the hospital and took something from his pocket and mentioned ‘someone will find your kindness absolutely… euphoric’, she was taking an antidote to someone addict to U4-1A? That means…what Namjoon had given Henry, what Henry had used for his patients, what he couldn’t talk about was that he was accepting a possible progressive treatment for the poor souls in the hospital. He was, indeed, a good person. And you had thought the worst of him. Any time he tried to talk to you, you’d run in the other direction. You blocked his number and deleted any trace in your phone. You had thrown away everything because you didn’t want to believe him when he had begged you to trust him.
“Oh my god,” was all you could say as your head fell into your hands. “I have made a total ass of myself.” Was there a chance Henry would listen to your apology after all of that?
“You see,” Taehyung said, “I told you we knew the damage Euphoria does to people. We’ve been trying to fight this.”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Like that night in the car?”
“It’s still a work in progress and a secret,” Namjoon said. “Only a few gangs that have proven trustworthy know we supply it. And they distribute it within their own territory. Or, in the case of your doctor friend, those who did us a great service. We did intimidate him into silence. Which was what you must have seen. Can’t say I blame you for what you thought based on what it looked like. He’d get more if he stayed silent. We don’t want our name attached to it just yet. The Royals already want us dead based on our past with them and our part in the Great War. If they knew what Jin-hyung was doing, it would a bigger target on our backs. But once it’s completely finished, then we’ll openly distribute it to the hospitals and clinics. But we hope that you understand the importance of this secret for us. It’s more than just our lives at risk if the wrong people get word of it. And if Choi already thinks that you’re with us, imagine how much worse it will be when he finds out that we are destroying yet another income for them. Do you understand, Y/N?”
“This whole time, you’ve been doing a great feat and I’ve been so focused on the rumors. You really are the good guys trying to help?”
“We’re really good at hiding ourselves. We’ve had years of practice showing the persona we want people to believe.
“Yeah,” Taehyung said with a cheeky grin, “I mean look at Namjoon-hyung. He puts on a persona that he’s smooth when, in reality, he’s a giant dork who breaks everything he touches.”
“I’ll break you, you fucking brat.”
Jin reached out and knocked both of them upside the head. “Language!”
And you laughed. You laughed without the weight of anxiety or fear weighing you down. For the first time, you felt like you were truly safe.
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The next couple of days went by in a pleasant way, falling into a simple routine that you started to look forward to. One of them would pick you up in the morning, making sure to stop by Holli’s Café for a morning caffeine fix, before taking different ways to the Magic Shop that ensured you were still none-the-wiser as to how to get there. Once there, you would find Yoongi either waiting in the kitchen for you or in the expansive gym where you would start with his rehabilitation exercises after you checked and redressed his wounded shoulder. Now that Yoongi was home, there was a difference from the person at the hospital. He was still quiet but much more open to conversations and approachable. The conversations between the two of you were deep and easy like the ones you had with Amber. And you looked forward to them. There was one time you had made a stupid joke that had made him laugh freely. And that felt like a simple accomplishment that warmed you up. And you couldn’t help but find his laugh adorable. One morning, he brought you to his ‘Genius Lab’. According to the others, it was incredibly rare that he even mentioned his safe haven to outsiders, let alone let them see it. But he had made an exception for you.
The Genius Lab was more like an office where Yoongi spent a good deal of time juggling between work, reflection, and solitude when the world became too much. The space suited his style; grey walls with dark accents and floors, a sleek black desk with three large monitors and computer equipment. Opposite the desk was a long black leather couch that looked quite comfortable. And the room was completely soundproof. When he had brought you into the Genius Lab, he showed off some of his work. You watched as he pulled up different views of various streets all over Central, some storefronts where he pointed out Bangtan’s hired help stationed out front, and the exteriors of the hospital popped up on the screens. You were very thankful that they were still monitoring your workplace. Yoongi tapped on a few keys and different angles of your apartment appeared across the screens, both outside and inside. He played back your morning; Hobi pulling up in a nondescript black car, him swaying to the music in his earpiece as he rode the elevator up, to letting himself into your apartment and waiting for you with Holli’s coffee in his hand. You remembered Taehyung telling you about the cameras they put in your apartment that first morning. While you thought it would be more invasive, you found comfort in his watchfulness.
This morning had started as usual; Jin had come to pick you up this time to bring you to the Magic Shop. The only one you hadn’t seen since arriving at the Magic Shop was Jimin. He hadn’t appeared at lunch the first day as you expected. You shrugged it off, remembering that Hobi had mentioned he hadn’t been feeling well. But you still hadn’t seen or heard from him. The drive over to the Magic Shop was as winding and secretive as always. Though they had started going in a different way. From the street, it looked as if he had pulled up to an abandoned auto mechanic gas station in the lower section of town. At the touch of a button on the dashboard, a spray-painted door rolled open to a dark tunnel that ended at the parking level of the Magic Shop. You wanted to question how the construction worked or how it had remained secret but decided against it.
As you ascended the spiral staircase after Jin, that was where the morning took an unusual turn.
When you stepped into the large front foyer, you were greeted by the sounds of a struggle. Instinctually, you grabbed ahold of Jin’s arm and hid behind his broad shoulders, causing him to chuckle at the cute action. Coming through the front door was a blindfolded man being dragged in by both arms by Yeonjun and another hired staff member. He was yelling all sorts of vulgarities and kicking out in many directions, like he was throwing a tantrum and not trying to escape.
“Motherfucker! I told you to stop manhandling me like this! You know who I am? I will mess you up!”
“Such dramatics,” Jin bemused, “He acts like he hasn’t gone through this before. Yeonjun, did he cause you a lot of trouble?”
“Sir,” Yeonjun snapped to attention, still keeping his captive held tightly. “He tried to give us the slip. We met him at the appointed time but he tried to run. Even tried to jump out of the car.”
Jin tsked. “Jackson, so disappointing. I thought we had a better relationship than that.”
“Jin,” Jackson called out, head snapping in different directions to try and focus on him from behind the blindfold, “buddy, come on. I got the times mixed up and your boy jumped on me. Can we take this stupid blindfold off? I thought we’d be past this.”
“Jackson, you are like a rash; unwanted, hard to deal with, and annoying.”
“Damn, that hurt.” Yeonjun shoved Jackson forward, causing the man to stumble freely. He ripped the blindfold off his face and turned back to the younger, fist clenched. “Fucking punk, I’ll wipe that fucking smile off your prepubescent face!”
“Jackson,” Jin said in a commanding tone that in any other situation would be attractive. Stop it, you mentally screamed. “Refrain from threatening my employee in my home before I let him show you why he’s one of our best. Be a good boy and mind your manners. I’ll go get Namjoon to deal with you. Yeonjun, just make sure he stays here and doesn’t try to slip something into his pocket again. I’ll be right back.” Jackson snorted and rolled his eyes as he straightened himself out. Jin turned around to you, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. “I’ll be back in a moment, Darling. Don’t worry, Jackson is like a tiny dog; he’s all bark and nothing else, and easy to kick.” Jin’s eye flicked up towards the corner of the room with a sharp look before he turned back to you with a smile. That was weird. “Yoongi-ah should be here soon. Just hang tight and introduce yourself if you want to. And if Jackson does anything ungentlemanly, just tell Yeonjun and he’ll make him regret it.”
Before you could beg to just run upstairs, Jin patted you on the shoulder and disappeared. You had to remember that Bangtan would never leave you in any danger since they were bound to protect you. You remembered hearing Namjoon mention Jackson’s name before and figured they wouldn’t bring someone into their home that was a danger. You looked over to Jackson. The man’s dual toned hair was messy from his struggling. He pulled a pair of sunglasses from his baggy pants pocket and pushed them up onto his head, like a makeshift headband.
Then, he noticed you. And you felt like you were a mouse caught in a snake’s site. A cool smile smoothed across his lips as he made his way over to you.
“Well, look at you. I’ve never seen you around here before. What’s a cute, little thing like you doing here? I’m Jackson. You need anything, I’m the one who will know how and where to find it. Individual contractor. Know-it-all extraordinaire. Master of the Silver Tongues.” He offered his hand out for yours.
“Um, hi, I’m Y/N.” You hesitated to shake his hand.
“So, what are you? You’re too cute to be related to any of them. You look far too meek to be one of us. And I’d hope you have better taste than to be trying to date one of these losers when someone like me exists. I can tell you, you can do better. I’ve known these guys for a long time. Trust me, they’ve got odd taste that would disagree with such a cute mouse like you.”
You retracted your hand. Jackson started to circle you, eyeing you up and down. It wasn’t threatening but you kept your eyes on him. Yeonjun gave you a look but you waved him off for the moment. You could handle yourself.
“I’m a nurse. I’m assisting them after an incident.”
“Ooh a nurse? What luck, I’m in need of some attention after all that rough housing.” He winked. “Oh, shit, wait, you’re the one that ran into the gun fight? And took out one of the Royal’s guys? I heard he’s still recovering from severe concussion. Mad respect, sweetheart.”
“How do you know about that?”
“I make it my business to know things. That’s how I make a living. And why I’m in such demand. Word of what you did has made its rounds through many circuits. Though, I’ll be honest, I’d never be able to put your face to it. And that’s a good thing in this world. Though, if you want to be extra safe from the bad guys, you may want to reconsider who you’re staying with.”
“What do you mean by that?” You turned to follow his eyes as he kept circling you. “Bangtan seems to be taking good care of me. And I don’t mean anything by this, but I haven’t heard anything about you until now.”
“Isn’t that the point? I’m good at staying secret, keeping things secret. And they’re so high profile, it would be easy to find you if they slipped up. There are some things that can’t be bought from me. Like a cute, little mouse. And if I wanted to keep someone safe, I’d make sure no one ever found them. Especially, if they are as interesting as you.”
“I’m interesting?”
“How could you not be? You’re so innocent, so different from all the other people I’ve ever met. You just want to help, didn’t know what you were running into. And now you’re stuck, hiding from the mean world that is trying to punish your good deed. I mean, I’ve been their friend for years and I can’t say I’d run into a fight with Choi to save someone he’s trying to kill. So yeah, you’re the most interesting person in the world. And I’d love to get to know you better. Maybe you’ll let me take you out sometime to prove I’m a better waste of your time.”
“And what makes you think I’d be okay with that?”
“Well, I can give you a hundred reasons to leave these losers behind.” He stopped circling and leaned in so his nose was only a breath away from yours. “But I’m the only one that you need.”
Unbeknownst to Jackson, Yoongi had appeared at the top of the staircase as Jackson started circling you. He watched the interaction with a scowl on his face. He descended the stairs with a ghostly quiet until he was right behind the rogue. You noticed him as Jackson had stopped to lean towards you and your breath caught in your throat. He looked mad, a fierce protectiveness was present in his dark eyes. He appeared at the right moment. Then, you realized. Yoongi had cameras in the Magic shop, he had mentioned it. And the look Jin had given to the wall that you didn’t understand must have been to one of Yoongi’s cameras that he was watching for when you had arrived as he had done before. They were still watching out for you. He stood so close to Jackson that you wondered how the other hadn’t sensed him yet, his face right next to his shoulder and gaze boring a hole in Jackson’s head. Jackson noticed that you were no longer paying him the attention he wanted and turned his eyes towards the directions yours were on. And he jumped as if he had just been electrocuted, putting some distance between him and the death glare he was receiving.
“Fucking hell, you bastard! Put a bell on your fucking neck! Damn, you scared the shit out of me!”
“Good,” Yoongi said as he kept his eyes trained on Jackson. “Leave her alone, Jackson. She’s got enough problems without you trying to weasel your way into her bed.”
“You wound me, Suga. I was just introducing myself to the lucky lady who is now one of the most famous women in our field.”
“I said,” he took a step closer to him, and despite his arm still in a sling, he looked as if he was about to use it on Jackson, “leave her alone.”
“Wow, back down, tiger. Sheesh, didn’t think you’d be so concerned about someone like her. Don’t you have your hands full already? Or are you just greedy? Or are you guys taking turns?”
“Jackson!”
Namjoon’s voice echoed against the walls. You looked up to the second floor where RM was leaning on the banister overlooking the foyer with Jin by his side glaring down at Jackson. RM looked as annoyed as his voice let on. He was all business with no sign of the calm Namjoon you had been seeing around the Magic Shop. With a power that befitted the Leader of Bangtan, he signaled for Suga to stand down and motioned for Jackson to follow him. With a final look and wink from Jackson to you, he flipped Yoongi off and made for the stairs. Suga, silently, watched him go, making mental notes for the future before he reached back and took your hand in his. You jumped, slightly. He hadn’t been physical with you like the others had, holding your hands, giving you a hug or playful shove. There was always a bit of distance, aside from the medical side of things.
“Come on, Y/N. Let’s get out of here.”
He had led you upstairs, asking if you were alright. While Jackson was a lot, it wasn’t something you couldn’t have handled. But you thanked him anyways for stepping in. It felt nice to have someone be so protective of you, something you weren’t so used to. He started leading you up towards the direction of the Genius Lab, where he insisted you stay until Jackson was gone, since it was secure and private, instead of the normal spaces you tended to occupy. Thankfully, the physical therapy you needed to do with Yoongi didn’t require much space and you carried all the equipment you needed in your bag. You figured Yoongi was not a fan of Jackson normally, remembering the disdain in his voice when Joon had mentioned him back at the hospital before. You were sure that Jackson’s display back in the foyer only made that worse and he wanted to keep an eye on when he left.
As you made it to the floor, Yoongi stopped. “I almost forgot. I need to check on something real quick. Can you remember how to get to the Genius Lab?”
“I think so. Do you need help?”
“No. I just need to check on Jimin. I won’t be long.”
“Is he alright? Is he still not feeling well? I can take a look if you need me to. That’s kind of my whole thing.”
He gave your hand a squeeze as a little chuckle sat in his throat. “No, it’s nothing you need to worry about right now. He’s coming down with something but is putting off taking his medicine as long as he can. He’s being stubborn. Gets it from me, probably. I’m just making sure he’s still in his room resting. I’ll only be a moment. I promise. Here, this is my key to the Lab. Let yourself in and lock it. I use my code on the door. Not that I think Jackson will know where my office is but just to be safe.”
Some part of you hated when he let go of your hand to head down the other side of the hall. You had to take a few breaths to let your professional masks fall back into place. You wished your emotions would settle. But being around someone as cute and protective had you feeling a certain way. A way which, you reminded yourself, you shouldn’t be feeling. You were hired to help him heal, not to let a crush develop. You really needed to get a grip. Yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as you made your way down the hall.
However, after a few steps and turns, you had lied when you thought you could find the Genius Lab on your own. The only places you knew how to get to without much assistance was the kitchen, gym, and the family room. You had only been to the Genuis Lab once and you racked your brain for any distinguishing details that would help you find it again. What picture was near the door? What color was the door? Was the one with frosted glass or was that Taehyung’s art studio? You could just stand still and wait for Yoongi to come back and find you. Or you could text him that you were going to back to the foyer. Or text one of the others for help? Joon was busy with Jackson, and you weren’t sure where Jin went after that. Jimin, of course, was sick and shouldn’t be disturbed. And you wanted Yoongi to focus on Jimin and not you getting lost. You sent a text to Taehyung, hoping he wasn’t too busy to help you with what he was up to in town. You walked further down the hall only to stop and turn around after not recognizing anything.
Wait, was this the same place you had started? Why must this place be so confusing?
Your phone buzzed. You looked down at Taehyung’s text.
TaeTae: I really got to make you a map LOL.
TaeTae: Do you remember how to find the stairs? Get back there and look for your favorite painting of mine. The G.L is two doors down from that.
TaeTae: If you can’t find it, I’m sure he’ll find you with the cameras. Sorry, I’m at a meeting right now.
You could do this. Just find the stairs. Though that was easier said than done now that you had gotten all turned around. You’re sure Taehyung would make a joke out of this if you were ever found. After another turn, you did see a picture that seemed familiar and went down that direction. As you kept walking, you started to hear voices. At least that was a start. Once you found the source, you could orient yourself or ask for help. You followed the voices, and as they got louder, you recognized RM’s tone and regretted your discussion, not wanting to interrupt. That, and you were sure Yoongi didn’t want you near Jackson again so soon. But as you were about to turn back, their conversation caught your attention.
“Haven’t I been super helpful to ya’ll? Who was the one who gave you that info about the Royals showing up?”
“You, also, neglected to tell us that Choi was going to be there. And that is how Suga got hurt.”
“An oversight. That must have changed at the last minute. I can’t be a mind reader.”
“Even though you market yourself as one?”
“Ok, true. But you of all people should know that they don’t do what they say. Regardless, I told you about the Ateez pirates. I said they were up to something interesting. You should trust me by now. I got the information. I may be an independent player in this game, but I like you guys. That’s why I keep my ears open for you. And, I haven’t spilled anything of yours.”
“That’s because I don’t let you get anything worth spilling.”
“Ouch, you wound me, bro. I thought we were closer than that.”
Before you could help yourself, you found yourself stopped outside of Namjoon’s office. The door was barely cracked, but enough for you to see a bit inside. Namjoon’s office was much different from Yoongi’s; it was a large room with warm hardwood against velvety walls that declared power, with bookcases lining the grand walls. Thick hard-covered books filled the shelves like an extensive library. Seated at an opulent and ornate desk in a high wing backed chair was RM, his fingers threaded together and pressed against his lips as he peered sharply at Jackson. Jackson sat relaxed in a smaller, less comfortable chair. They were bathed in the crackling light of a roaring fire from the Victorian style fireplace that sat across from them. This was what you expected of a Mafia leader.
“I don’t appreciate you making my second so upset. He’s supposed to be recovering. Something he wouldn’t have to be doing had you had better information. Maybe I should start going to someone else.”
Jackson scuffed. “As if anyone could do what I do. Besides, I feel like you would have done it by now if there was anyone else. And if that asshole wasn’t so easily riled up he would be fine. I was just saying ‘hello’ to her. And trying to figure her out. She’s quite a surprise Joon.”
“We are trying to keep her safe. That includes from you, Jackson. She’s a civilian who got caught up in the worst way. We just got her to relax around us. I’d thank you to not undo what I’ve been working hard to do.”
“I hear you. Glad you took my advice to just go with it. I told you nothing bad would happen. I mean, what did you just say? ‘She’s a civilian’. I truly doubted she would be any problems.”
“No thanks to you.” Joon leaned further in his chair, his dragon eyes glowing in the fire light. “I’ve been patient, Jackson. More than I should be given what I am dealing with here. Now, you are going to tell me what I asked you to find out for me before I let Suga do what he wanted to do.”
“Damn, for someone who said it’s all business, you’re really pushing it here.”
“Jackson,” you could tell that Namjoon’s patience was wearing thin. What was he so determined to know? Was it something to do with Choi or the Royals?
“Man, look. I can find information about anyone. With just their name, I can tell you if they had late fees from their elementary school library or how many days their mother spent in the hospital recovering from birth.”
“And yet, it has taken you over a week to get back to me. Either you are slipping or you are full of shit.”
“Or you’re dealing with a ghost.” Jackson reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small notepad. “Everything I found fits on two pages of this little flip pad. Even the most basic civilian fills half of the pages. But this Y/N girl is either that most boring person in the entire world or she’s a ghost.”
Wait, he was here about you? Namjoon was looking for information about you? You thought you had been very open with them about anything they had asked you. He had asked you to trust him, but he didn’t trust you. He had hired Jackson to dig up anything on you that he could. He was nervous when you had first come to the Magic Shop but you thought you had worked past that. Hadn’t the time they had spent with you beforehand been enough to prove that you meant no harm to them or else why would he ask you to come here? You knew you shouldn’t listen to any of this, but you couldn’t move. You sunk to the ground and leaned against the wall, listening.
“What are you talking about?”
Jackson tossed the pad over to him to see for himself. “I mean, this girl has nothing before two years ago. All I could find is that she currently works at Central Mercy as an ER Nurse, she lives in a shitty apartment that’s overpriced for that part of town. Before that, there isn’t much. I found her college she attended for her expedited nursing degree where she got high marks. Her father worked for different police forces as a high up desk jockey, meaning she moved a lot so there isn’t much in regard to early years. But nothing else. Everything starts about two years ago. I was able to find a news article about a car accident that listed her as a passenger, so her amnesia story checks out as far as that. Can’t said I ever heard of someone using amnesia as a cover, but fuck if it wouldn’t be good. Father died and there was no mother listed on any paperwork. Father’s file is just as blank. Just he was basic cop who sat at a desk. After the accident, her only known address was some small studio in her name that was set up by the rehab she was assigned to by some Doctor Sung, who died a year after from a heart attack. Found all his files but it’s nothing interesting. She did some reception job for a clinic before she came here that was a nonprofit for student nurses and that had nothing useful other than what I already had. But that’s all. No ties anywhere, no real records until recently. Either she’s got the most boring, nonspecial life I’ve ever seen, or her life’s been invented by some crazy mastermind. And I’m leaning towards the first one, man. This girl is boring and is nothing in the grand scheme of things. And that’s the truth. The most interesting thing was meeting you guys. She’s harmless. She’s no threat to anyone except maybe herself with that stupid heroic shit. So, you worried for nothing. Your family is safe, just like I said it would be.”
“How can that be all?” Namjoon seemed disappointed. “You’re telling me that there was no other information? How can someone’s life just go back two years? You must have missed something.”
“I don’t miss shit. Listen, I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but that’s all there is. Her old man must have been from some off the grid town beforehand and didn’t leave footprints. She’s a nobody. She’s barely worth the time I spent looking for her. So, stop worrying about her like she’s gonna turn into some problem. And if she does, you can kill her easily enough. Hell, there are seven of you, should be easy.”
You couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped your lips. Namjoon’s eyes snapped towards the door, knowing full well that he had been caught. He rose from the desk and crossed the room, opening the door to find you rooted in place against the wall, eyes cast down with tears welling in the corners. It wasn’t just from the threat of being killed by the people you were supposed to trust, or the harsh words that Jackson had said about you. But it was the fact that you weren’t trusted. You were not granted the same thing he had begged you to do for them. And that hurt just as much.
“Oh shit,” Jackson said with a hint of glee. “Little mouse likes to sneak around, huh? I can see why you didn’t want to trust her. Seems like she’ll get herself killed before too long.”
“Jackson,” RM roared causing you to shrink further into yourself and the tears to flow freely. Namjoon looked down at you, instantly regretting his tone. He had messed up and he knew that. Moving carefully, he held his hand out to you in a silent plea to take it. Feeling like there was no other choice, you let him pull you up to your feet and into his office. Daring to look at his face, you didn’t see anger or any dangerous threat that you feared for your eavesdropping. You saw remorse and sympathy. He led you towards the fireplace where there were two large armchairs facing each other with a side table full of half-read books. He motioned you to sit before he turned back to Jackson. He took out his phone and sent a quick message. Within a moment, Yeonjun appeared in the door. “That’s enough, Jackson. Thank you for your help. But I need to talk to Y/N. Yeonjun will take you back where he found you. You know the drill.”
“Wow, fastest visit ever. Am I at least getting paid?” Namjoon shot him a look that made him jump and scurry over to the door. “Don’t look so sad, sweetheart. I’m sure he isn’t going to kill you. Let me know if you want to take me up on my offer.”
Yeonjun grabbed Jackson by the collar and dragged him out, shutting the door behind him, leaving you alone with Namjoon and the crackling fire. You thought back to when he had saved you when Choi had you cornered in the hospital hall, how good natured he had been with you, how he had been so open with you before he even knew anything more about you. He had been the one pushing for you to trust them and be comfortable with them. He had wanted you to come to the Magic Shop, was planning on telling you before he got busy. But was it all a ruse to get you to follow along? A handkerchief was pushed into your hands and Joon took a seat in the opposite armchair.
“Y/N, I’m sorry you heard that.” He was sorry? Was he going to reprimand you for eavesdropping? Or tell you that all this was a farce that he was going to drop and forget this life debt he kept pushing? “I was hoping to have talked to him before you ever got here. Just for some extra assurance before we moved forward. I didn’t want you to ever hear that. Jackson can say things harsher than he means. I asked him to do a more detailed background check than I had already done, just to ensure I had all the facts.” He flinched when your breath hitch as more tears fell. He started to reach out his hand to try and comfort you but thought better of it. “I promise, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just needed to be completely sure that we were all going to be safe.”
“I wouldn’t have hurt any of you. I can barely handle myself, let alone do anything to you all,” you cried. “Why would I put myself in this situation? I tried to get away from all of this but you kept me here. I would have told you all of that stuff. It’s all I know about myself since the accident. I have nothing to hide from anyone. I promise I have only told you the truth.”
“I know you have. I’m sure you would have told me everything freely. I fucked up. I can’t say I’m sorry enough.”
“Was he right? Are you going to kill me? Because I seem like a made-up person? Because I don’t have a past?”
“No!” Namjoon rose from his seat and knelt down in front of you, finding your eyes and begging for your attention. “I would never do that. I promised to protect you. And I would do that whether you owed us a life debt or not. This life I’ve been living for the past twelve years has made me question so much about people. I’ve been lied to so many times that it fucks up your mind. Bangtan is my family and it’s my responsibility to protect them. When I met you, I instantly felt like I could trust you. I could see that you were a good person. But we had been fooled by someone we thought we could instantly trust before and I got nervous. But the more we spent with you, I knew it was different. But there was this little part of me that still worried. So, I looked into you after that first day. That’s why I introduced us as Bangtan to you. The others agreed because they saw what I saw in you. We've all been jaded by this life but something in you broke through all of our hesitations. We all think you are a good person and that you wouldn’t do anything to hurt us. Once we got you to see what we really were, I thought this would be easier on all fronts.”
“You asked me to trust you but you couldn’t do the same for me?”
“I know. It’s been so long since I could really trust someone. Look at Jackson. Okay, bad example. But I’ve known Jackson almost as long as I’ve known the others. But I still need to keep him at arm’s length or watch what I say around him. It’s different with you. I want to trust you, I do. I just needed to be extra sure that I was doing the right thing. I truly mean that.”
You sat in silence for a long while as your breath evened out and your tears ceased. You could understand his hesitation. How could he be sure that you weren’t lying? It made sense, but hearing Jackson’s words, imagining that’s how they saw you, it was hard. But you had been so back and forth with their trust, too.
“I really wish we could just start over.”
“What do you want to know?” You took a deep breath and leaned back into the armchair. “What else do you need to hear? You want to be sure? Ask away. I only know so much. You guys have asked me to trust you and you told me things that would be helpful. I will try to do the same so we can share a common ground. Maybe one day I’ll know more and I can tell you more. But I can tell you what I can.”
“It’s fine, Y/N. You don’t need to do that. I trust you.” He stood up and moved towards his desk. But you grabbed his hand, steeling yourself to open up as much as you could. He could sense your determination and returned to the armchair. “Just tell me whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“I never really talk about this. It’s hard to talk about. But I can confirm that what Jackson said was all true. It’s actually pretty much all I know for myself. My first actual memory is waking up in a small hospital room in so much pain. There was a man sitting next to me that I didn’t remember. He was my friend, he showed me pictures of us at school. His name was Daniel. I don’t know his last name, I never asked or remembered it. He’s the one who told me about the accident. My father’s car was hit from the side and flipped. He didn’t make it. Daniel spent weeks by my side as I recovered. Dr. Sung was this older doctor who watched over me and helped me recover. Once I was moved to his rehab, Dr. Sung prescribed me all these different treatments but my memories never came back. Daniel brought me my old schoolwork, my old journals, anything that could help me find myself. But there wasn’t much. Jackson said something about us moving a lot. After a year, I could recall little things about places I believe I lived. But there was never anything concrete. No friends or family reached out. Daniel told me that it was just me and dad. He had never heard us talk about anyone else. I guess we didn’t stay long in places. After I was released from the rehab, Daniel and I moved into this small apartment that was far away from everything. The rehab set it up to help me adjust to the world. But I was like a zombie, depressed, broken. After six months, I started trying to get better, start over. Daniel and I started dating, I found a job that was walking distance from my place. All my medical training came back over time. Just not anything else. And that was my life for almost two years. But, almost five months ago, Daniel and I split up and I came to Central to get away from all the unpleasantness. I’d prefer not to go into that if that’s alright. We weren’t good together anymore. Since I’ve been away, I’ve started remembering little flashes of things that don’t make a lot of sense. Amber thinks it’s because I’m away from the trauma. I don’t even know if I want to remember anymore. But if I remember anything more, I promise I’ll tell you once I figure it all out.”
Namjoon reached out and took your hand. “It’s okay. Thank you for sharing that with me. I promise to be more upfront about any questions I have. I trust you.”
“I trust you, too.”
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Daegudrama’s Spicy Festa Special D-7
Title:Lessons in Love Making
Pairing: Reader/Kim Namjoon/Jeon Jungkook
Summary:Jungkook lost his virginity but thinks he must've done a bad job by the person's reaction. He seeks out his two best friends, Reader and Namjoon, to help him learn how to make love. They gladly accept the challenge.
Word Count: 5564 words
Jungkook looks down at his hands as you sit next to Namjoon on the couch. He seems nervous which is odd considering how close the three of you are. The three of you tell each other everything. To the point where there’s a running joke between your other friends that he’s your third. Jungkook squeezes his folded hands as if that might relieve his anxiety. Neither of you are sure why he asked you here, but it must be serious if he’s acting this way.
Namjoon takes your hand, swiping his thumb over yours as he waits for Jungkook to speak. His eyes are soft looking towards the younger one. The two of you would do anything to help Jungkook. He is very important to you.
“Last week I went on a date with that girl I met at the gym.” Jungkook says keeping his eyes glued to his hands. His hair is falling into his eyes, soft waves hiding his doe eyes. “She brought me to her apartment and we had sex but it seemed like she didn’t like it. It was really awkward. I should’ve listened to you and done it with someone I care about.”
Your heart sinks as a dejected look takes over Jungkook’s face. Could it really have been that bad? You know it was his first time, but still you thought he knew at least a little. He sure talks like he knows how to please someone. I guess application of those skills is not always as easy. Or maybe she was difficult and unwilling to help him learn. You wonder if he disclosed the fact that he was a virgin.
“Are you sure? Maybe you just read the situation wrong.” Namjoon says with a comforting tone.
“No hyung, you should have seen her face. It looked like she was waiting for me to be done the moment I started. I’m surprised she didn’t roll her eyes.” Jungkook pauses, unfolding his hands and wiping away the sweat on his jeans. He finally looks up as he continues. “I know what I’m about to ask is a lot and you are free to reject it without any hard feelings.”
“What do you need, Tokki?” You ask, squeezing Namjoon’s hand while you try not to jump to conclusions. There are a lot of places your mind is going that you aren’t sure it should be.
“Will you please teach me how to have sex?” His voice is meek and he can’t hold eye contact as you look at him.
You and Namjoon have been friends with Jungkook for years, but that hasn’t stopped each of you from having a small crush on him. Everything about him is perfect from his bunny smile to the way he won’t leave you alone when you’re upset until you feel better. You’ve discussed how he makes you feel with your boyfriend and were just a little surprised when he said he felt the same. In any other situation between friends this would be an outrageous request, but it’s something you will happily do. It’s something that even excites you. Jungkook is one of your best friends and he trusts you to teach him how to be navigate some of life’s most intimate moments..
Namjoon looks into your eyes with a raised eyebrow and you nod your head slightly. Of course, he looks a little surprised but he’s not going to miss a chance to be a teacher. He’s too good at what Jungkook wants to learn for him to pass up this offer.
“We’ll help you, but you need to be in charge here. We need to know what you want to do and what you are okay with us doing to you.”
“I don’t know where to start.” He sighs walking the short distance to where you are sitting. Namjoon lets go of your hand and the youngest sits in the middle as you make room. “I need your guidance. Where should we start?”
“How confident are you about kissing?” Namjoon questions lying one hand against Jungkook’s back and rubbing small circles.
That is a good jumping off point. Jungkook has definitely kissed a few people but that doesn’t mean he’s good at it. It’s hard to imagine lips as pretty as his not being able to make a person’s knees weak.
“I don’t think I’m bad but I’m sure there’s things you could teach me.” He hums a faint sparkle in his eyes as he looks between the two of you. “Let’s start there.”
Namjoon pulls Jungkook off the couch and stands in front of him. The older man takes Jungkook’s jaw between his large hands hesitating for a moment. Jungkook’s hands rest on Namjoon’s waist trying to pull him closer. Namjoon comes closer just like Jungkook wants until their bodies are almost flush against each other.
“Are you sure?” Namjoon breathes out so quietly you almost don’t hear him.
“Please kiss me, hyung.”
Your boyfriend leans forward and gently kisses Jungkook. Your stomach flutters like you are the one who’s being kissed. Jungkook’s hands are balled up into fists around the fabric of Namjoon’s shirt. Namjoon pulls away with a soft smile on his face. You have to be gentle with your dongsaeng.
“Koo, please don’t just stand there. Kiss me back.”
Jungkook’s head surges forward searching for a kiss but instead he bumps noses with his hyung. A nervous laugh leaves his lips and he makes eye contact with you. When you give him an encouraging nod he slowly presses his lips to Namjoon’s. Jungkook is so beautiful moving his lips in time with Namjoon.
Jungkook takes the initiative and coaxes the older man's mouth open, deepening the kiss with surprising skill. Namjoon seems to be enjoying the kiss. He slides his hand from Jungkook’s jaw to the back of his head threading his fingers through the younger’s long hair.
A groan escapes Jungkook’s lips and you can see the way his cheeks flame red. He tries to pull away but Namjoon holds him there kissing him with an open mouth in a way that makes heat pool in your stomach. Is it bad that seeing them kiss is turning you on?
Jungkook’s hands relax as they continue to kiss. His hands travel to Namjoon’s back, feeling the older one's hard body. Jungkook pulls back with Namjoon’s plump bottom lip between his teeth. Your boyfriend gasps and Jungkook pulls away cover his face with his hands.
He sits beside you, hands still covering his face. It’s obvious he didn’t realize that was a good sound. After years of being with Namjoon you are no stranger to that sound.
“Koo, I like that but not everyone will.” You rub Jungkook’s back while Namjoon speaks. He shyly removes his hand to look towards Namjoon. “You just want to nibble like this.”
Namjoon places a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and leans forward to take the younger’s bottom lip between his teeth. He then sucks the soft flesh into his mouth before backing away.
“You want to be gentle and use just the slightest pressure unless they tell you they want more.” You say, noticing the slight bulge in Jungkook’s pants. Namjoon seems to have also noticed. “Namjoon likes it rougher than most people.”
Your boyfriend huffs but doesn’t try to argue because he knows you’re right. If this is going to work you have to be open and honest with Jungkook. He’s only going to get more discouraged if he feels like he can’t please the two of you.
For a moment you sit there rubbing circles on his back before Jungkook speaks turning towards you. His dark colored eyes are soft, almost innocent like he doesn’t know the effect he is having.
“Noona, can I kiss you?”
“Yes.” Your voice is barely above a whisper as he leans closer to you.
He is careful putting a hand on the back of your neck under your hair. His fingers are warm and the slight pressure sends a flurry of butterflies to your chest. Jungkook leans forward gently pressing his soft lips against yours. He tastes like mint and you are surprised by how quickly he’s taking Namjoon's advice. Jungkook is leading the kiss, scooting himself closer to you. He rests his other hand on your hip and you are failing to see how he thinks he's mediocre. Jungkook is using the right amount of tongue inside your mouth with no darting.
You are glad you’re sitting because you don’t know if your knees could handle it. A surprised gasp sounds from your mouth when he pulls away and attaches his lips to your neck. Jungkook moves the hand from your neck to your shoulder blade. He doesn’t suck just tonguing and pressing his lips against your neck in a sloppy fashion. His hand traces over your stomach stopping just below your breasts. He pulls back slightly, eyes falling to the neckline of your shirt.
“Can I touch your…” He trails off suddenly shy again after making sparks play behind your eyes.
You steal a glance at Namjoon who seems to be enjoying the sight in front of him. He shrugs leaving the decision up to you. You are grateful for the level of trust.
You take the younger one’s hand and place it on your breast. Today you chose to only wear a bralette. There are only two thin pieces of fabric separating his strong hand from your breast. His hand is warm through the cloth as he goes back to kissing your neck. You lean your head to the side to give him better access.
His fingers are hesitant as they lightly squeeze your breast. Jungkook is treating you as if you are highly breakable. You hum appreciatively letting your hand wander to the hem of his shirt. You pause waiting for him to ask you to do something before continuing.
“Touch any part of me you want, noona.” He looks over his shoulder to your boyfriend. “You too, hyung.”
“Jesus christ.” Namjoon mutters, obviously as fired up by that sentence as you are. “Jungkook, are you sure you need us?”
“Yes I do. I need to be shown what to do.”
Your hand snakes into his shirt letting you touch the toned muscles of his stomach. All the work he puts on at the gym is really paying off. Jungkook nudges the neckline of your shirt to the side and kisses your shoulder.
Namjoon moves closer to Jungkook’s back and pulls the younger one's hair into a ponytail. Ever since Jungkook started growing his hair out Namjoon has kept a hair tie on his wrist in case one of us forgets. He secured the ponytail before dipping his head to kiss Jungkook’s neck. A shiver of pleasure runs through the younger one's body. He involuntarily squeezes your boob harder and a moan passes your lips.
Namjoon’s hand joins yours under Jungkook’s shirt, but he makes his way towards his defined pec. You know the moment Namjoon touches his nipple because Jungkook’s teeth sink into your collarbone. You draw in a sharp breath and catch Jungkook’s lips before he can apologize. Jungkook is moaning into your mouth as Namjoon rolls the younger one's nipple between his fingers.
Namjoon’s other hand reaches forward to grip the side of Jungkook’s thigh. Jungkook shifts himself so he’s between Namjoon’s legs allowing the older one greater access. Your hand slides out from under his shirt and rests high up on his thigh. His cock is easily noticeable through his pants now and the urge to touch him is growing stronger by there second. Your finger dances at the edge of his pants and he pulls back to look you in the eyes.
“When I said anywhere I meant it.” Jungkook says finding your hard nipple through the thin layers of clothing. A flutter of pleasure runs straight to your pussy. “Please, noona, show me how I should practice on hyung.”
Is he innocent? These words feel too devious for how shy he was only a few minutes ago. Maybe his horniness has given him the confidence to ask. Jungkook is too beautiful to turn down. You place one hand on his hard cock and rub it through the fabric of his jeans. A truly desperate whine comes from Jungkook’s throat. A part of you feels proud that you can elicit that sound from his pretty lips.
“Should we go to your room?” Namjoon says with a low tone that tells you he wants to touch Jungkook as much as you do.
“Y-yeah let’s do that.”
Jungkook stands, first adjusting his pants, before he leads the two of you down the hallway to his room. You’ve been in his bedroom lots of time but not for anything close to what you are about to do. Somehow moving into his room makes this feel more real even though your hand was actually just stroking his cock.
He strips off his shirt and unbuttons his pants as soon as he closes the door. There have been lots of times you’ve seen Jungkook shirtless over the years and even with the crush you’ve had you never noticed how undeniably sexy is. He has the body of a god. His shoulders are broad but they lead down to a tiny waist.
“I have to make this clear again before we proceed. You can stop anytime you want and we won’t make you feel weird about it. If you don’t like something or don’t want to do it just let us know. We are here to help you, Jungkook.” Namjoon says, following Jungkook’s lead and stripping to his boxers which have a prominent tent in the front.
You decide to follow suit and strip to your matching bralette and panties. How convenient that you decided to match on a day your best friend asks you to teach him how to have good sex. Jungkook’s eyes study your form for far longer than he does Namjoon’s and you guess that’s to be expected because they’ve seen each other naked before.
“I want to do this.” Is all that Jungkook can say as he sits on the edge of his bed.
Your boyfriend joins him while you kneel in front of Jungkook looking into his wide eyes. He did ask you to show him how he should please his hyung. You think he will learn best through a hands on, or perhaps mouth on, lesson. You wonder if Jungkook’s heart is beating wildly in his chest. From the expression on his face you think it must be.
Jungkook doesn’t move when you reach for the waistband of his boxers. Only when he realizes you are struggling does he lift his ass off the bed. His cock hits his stomach and you gasp softly. Feeling his dick through his jeans didn’t tell you just how well endowed he is. He looks so pretty with his cock out waiting for you to suck it.
You lick the tip of his cock pulling another whine from his handsome mouth. He moans louder when you take the tip in your mouth and swirl your tongue around. His hands are clenched at his side like he doesn’t know what to do with them. You look into his eyes while you sink your mouth further onto his long length.
“Y/N likes it when you stroke her hair while she’s sucking your cock.” Namjoon says keeping his hands to himself and observing. “But everyone is different. Communication is one of the biggest parts of having sex that is enjoyable for everyone involved.”
Jungkook pushes your hair away from your face and starts rhythmically stroking your hair. He is very vocal. A string of moans are leaving his mouth as you take all of him into your mouth until he hits the back of your throat. Jungkook’s head falls backwards when you swallow around his tip. Namjoon is giving him more tips but you aren’t sure Jungkook is digesting a word he’s saying.
“Noona?” Jungkook asks and you pull your mouth off of his cock with a pop. “As much as I want you to continue, I think I should practice.”
You are amazed by his self control. When you first started having sex you don’t think you would’ve stopped someone from giving you head. He brushes his fingers over the apple of your cheek with a small smile before turning to your boyfriend.
“Are you ready?” You ask Namjoon, getting up and deciding to sit closer to the head board.
“Come here, baby.” Namjoon says lifting himself to pull off his boxers.
The shock on Jungkook’s face from being called baby almost makes you laugh. It’s not something he’s ever called you or him to your knowledge. You aren’t sure if you imagined it but you swear you see Jungkook’s cock twitch at the pet name.
Jungkook takes the position you were just in eyeing his hyung’s cock like it’s a foreign specimen. The first thing the younger one does is something you did not do to him. He leans forward and licks Namjoon’s balls. He takes one into his mouth and gently sucks like he’s done this a million times.
“Feel free to guide my head.” Jungkook says licking the tip of Namjoon’s cock tentatively before speaking again. “I’m not opposed to you pulling my hair.”
With a boost of confidence Jungkook dips his head and sucks Namjoon’s length into his mouth. He takes just a little bit at a time but he must be doing something right because faint groans are filling the air around us.
“You’re doing so well, Tokki. Look into his eyes while you suck his cock. Watch how you’re making him unravel.”
Jungkook looks up through his beautiful lashes to his hyung and Namjoon grabs the younger one's ponytail. Your boyfriend doesn’t push Jungkook’s head letting him continue what he was doing. There is a lot of spit on Jungkook’s face and on the hand he’s using to pump the part of Namjoon’s cock he can’t reach with his mouth. Despite that Namjoon’s brow is creased in a way you know well.
“Did you really get all of that from watching her?” Namjoon’s voice is breathy as if he might be close to reaching his high if Jungkook continues to play with his cock.
Jungkook caves his cheeks in trying to take more in his mouth. He opts for something else when he realizes maybe that’s not the best idea. The purpose is to learn how to please someone, not necessarily how to take a fat cock in your throat. That will come with more experiences.
“She’s a really good teacher.” He answers, flicking his wrist quickly as he strokes his hyung. Namjoon moans loudly at the change in pressure. “I can’t wait to learn more.”
You remove your bralette as you crawl back down the bed to be closer to the action. Namjoon’s free hand cups your breast running his thumb over the bare skin. Every second that passes you can feel yourself getting wetter. You wouldn't be surprised if there was a wet spot where you just sat. A quick glance at your light colored panties confirms you’ve soaked through already. Just from kissing and sucking the dick of this beautiful man.
Jungkook takes the tip of Namjoon’s cock back into his mouth. His hands are gripping Namjoon’s thighs as if he’s trying to steady himself. You lean forward to kiss Namjoon’s neck listening to the sweet moans coming from his mouth.
Namjoon moves one hand to grip Jungkook’s hair closer to the root. He gives it an experimental tug bucking his hips further into Jungkook’s mouth when the younger one hums around his member. Jungkook chokes, pulling his mouth away to look into Namjoon’s eyes.
“Kook, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to do that.” Namjoon takes Jungkook’s face in his hand with genuine worry on his face.
“Do it again, hyung.” Jungkook deadpans.
The younger one resumes what he was doing a moment ago. Namjoon talks him through this, telling him to take a deep breath and relax his jaw. Jungkook is a model student letting your boyfriend fuck into his throat until Namjoon cums. Dribblies of cum run out of the corners of Jungkook’s mouth and your boyfriend wipes them away.
“You took me so well, Kook. You’re a natural.” Namjoon whispers to the younger one just loud enough for you to hear.
“Do you need a minute?” You ask, scooting further up the bed again as you watch Jungkook get to his feet. He walks to the corner of his room to his mini fridge and pulls three water bottles. “Or are you ready to move on to the next lesson?”
He takes a swig of the water before he sits in front of you on the bed. He sets the water on the bedside table then leans towards you. Jungkook puts his finger into the waistband of your panties and pulls them down.
“Can I give you head next?” He bats his eyelashes as he says this like there is any chance in the universe you would deny him of what he wants.
“Yes. Touch any part of me you want, Tokki.” You echo his words from earlier.
Jungkook goes straight in licking your slit with a flat tongue. He presses kisses against your pussy lips and you can feel him losing his confidence already. His movements are slowing but not in a way that seems intentionally sensual.
“Am I doing this right?” He says meekly looking into Namjoon’s eyes.
“You were just drawing patterns with your tongue on my cock. Do that for her too. You can lead into eating her out with kisses on the sensitive areas around her pussy.” Your boyfriend points out a few areas on your body and Jungkook nods his head.
Jungkook hooks his arms under your legs so he can pull you closer to his mouth. His strong hands grip your delicate thighs as he dives back in with new confidence. He swirls his tongue around your clit after fumbling for only a few seconds to find it. Already miles ahead of most men in this world.
You thread your fingers into his hair letting your tugs at his scalp show your appreciation along with mewls falling from your lips. Maybe he just needed to be given a safe space to work this out because this is far from the worst head you’ve ever received. In all honesty you are really enjoying this slightly odd scenario.
“Kook, can you hear that? Listen to those pretty noises she’s making for you. You are making her feel so good.” Namjoon is sitting to the side watching. He’s waiting for a moment to give advice if needed. “You want to make her feel even better?”
Jungkook pauses what he’s doing, moving to use his finger to keep stimulation. He looks towards Namjoon waiting to hear how he can make the heat already pooling in your stomach start boiling. He slides his finger coated in your lust through your folds almost absentmindedly.
“Finger her pussy. Get yourself used to the feeling and start slow.” Namjoon thinks for a moment, hesitating before he continues. “If you’ve ever fingered yourself it's similar to that. This is just a little easier.”
“I’m a bisexual man that was a virgin until last week of course I’ve fingered myself.”
You and Namjoon giggle for a second before Jungkook plunges a finger inside of you with no warning. He still seems a little unsure as he pushes his finger in and out of you. He curls his finger upward and you gasp clenching around him. A soft moan passes your lips and that brings a smug look to the youngest’s face. How does anyone try to humble him when he looks so goddamn beautiful no matter what he’s doing?
“You are doing so well. Add another finger and go a little faster.” You ask trailing your hand to cradle his jaw.
“Yes, Noona.”
His words send a shock straight to your pussy as he adds another finger. He scissors his fingers stretching your cunt. Jungkook leans over to suck your clit into his mouth as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.
“Tokki, suck a little lighter. There’s only so much a person can take.”
He laps his tongue over the sensitive area then plants a kiss as if you were asking him to kiss your boo boo. Your moans grow louder as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. This is one thing that he definitely knows how to do already. He is finding just the right angle without anyone having to say anything. Perhaps it’s selfish but you aren’t going to stop him. He is bringing you closer to your orgasm faster than most other people ever have.
Your eyes look towards Namjoon and find his eyes locked on Jungkook’s movements. Despite the blowjob he just received his cock is already hard again. Maybe he’s anticipating showing Jungkook how he likes to fuck you.
“Noona, do you like this?” He asks, looking up at you with innocent eyes once again.
His fingers continue to fuck into you at a steady pace that is driving you insane. Sure there are pointers that could help him but what he is doing to you still feels incredible. Nothing a few redirections couldn’t solve.
“Yes! Keep going, I'm so close!”
Jungkook uses his index finger to quickly rub your clit in time with the thrust of his fingers. Pleasure washes over your body in tingling waves until he replaces his finger with his tongue. He draws an S shape with his tongue and you cum legs shaking and mouth screaming the youngest’s name.
“That was so hot.” Namjoon mutters so quietly you aren’t sure he wants to be heard.
“I like hearing you scream my name.” Jungkook admits pulling his hands away from you and sitting back on his feet.
A shy blush is creeping onto his cheeks despite the way he just made you cum all over his fingers. His words send a flutter to your heart. He likes hearing you scream his name? He wants to make you feel good so he can hear his name moaned from your lips?
You sit up only to pull Jungkook down with you. He rests his head on your chest. You rub his back for a few minutes before his tongue snakes out to lick your nipple.
“Can I watch hyung fuck you, noona?” He asks cupping your breast in his large hand.
A low groan leaves Namjoon’s throat and he lightly slaps Jungkook’s smooth ass. Jungkook boldly turns over and pulls Namjoon on top of him. Jungkook pulls his hyung down by the neck and makes your boyfriend taste you on the younger’s lips. The way Jungkook continues to switch from shy to confident and hot is almost giving you whiplash. He is driving you crazy.
“Only if I can watch you afterwards.” Namjoon says sitting up in his straddle position.
“Anything for you, hyung.” Jungkook says in a strained voice trying to hold back whines as Namjoon grinds his ass against the younger’s ready cock.
“Joon, come here before you make him cum.”
Your boyfriend follows your request kneeling in front of your spread legs. Jungkook let’s out an embarrassed whine. You know he wants to deny what you just said but deep in his heart he knows you’re right.
Namjoon slaps his thick length against your soaked sensitive pussy. He slides it through your folds rubbing your over sensitive clit causing you to thrusts up to meet him. It’s like you are desperately craving him inside of you despite orgasming just minutes ago.
Your boyfriend speaks to Jungkook as he moves against you. Your brain is tuning out whatever tips he’s giving in favor of focusing on how he’s teasing you.
You take Namjoon’s cock in your hand and slide it inside of you with a sigh. Namjoon curses as his cock is enveloped by your warm pussy. He leans forward pressing a kiss to your neck as he thrusts into you.
He kisses up your jaw until he reaches your mouth, slowly pushes his hips forward. Namjoon’s kiss still makes your heart flutter despite the years you’ve been together. Your boyfriend is starting slow and sensual, showing Jungkook that not everything needs to be quick and hard.
When Namjoon pulls away from the kiss you steal a glance at Jungkook. His eyes are wide as he observes and listens to Namjoon’s words. The younger one's cock is standing tall leaking precum and just waiting to be sucked into your cunt. You clench around your boyfriend and he hisses.
Namjoon pushes your knees to your chest and resumes fucking you with more vigor. His strong hands grip your thighs as he finds a good rhythm. Both of you are moaning with each delicious thrust of his hips. Much sooner than you except Namjoon’s moans are getting more desperate alerting you that he’s close to finishing.
He pulls out scrambling up the bed to your mouth and lets you finish him off. Namjoon can barely hold himself up when you pull your lips away after swallowing every drop of his cum.
Namjoon lies back on bed reaching for the water and downing it. He watches as Jungkook takes the position he was in just a moment ago.
“Noona, can you hand me a condom from the drawer?” He asks, letting his fingers trail over the outer skin of your thigh. “Your skin is so soft.”
From your position on the bed you can easily reach into his bedside drawer. Inside you see a small box of condoms and two different vibrators. You tear off a condom and shut the drawer. There is a sense of pride in knowing your best friend isn’t stupid enough to fuck someone without a condom. Even if it is just you.
Your mind is making up various scenarios of how you’d use those toys on Jungkook. But that probably isn’t something he needs to learn if he already has them. If you asked, would he take you up on the offer?
Jungkook tries to take the condom from your hand but you push his hand away. His brows crease together
“Noona will do it.” You sit up as you speak.
You tear the wrapper easily and discard it on the bedside table. With one hand you take Jungkook’s cock and with the other you roll the condom on leaving a little room at the top. He watches your movements intently as if he’s never used one before. You are surprised you didn’t fumble. It's been quite awhile since you’ve used a condom.
Jungkook slides two fingers inside of you giving you a few hard pumps before he replaces his fingers with his aching cock. He feels so different inside you compared to Namjoon. His length fills you in a different way.
“You feel so much better than Momo.” Jungkook says his brow creased and eyes closed as if he’s never felt something this good.
He pushes in further bowing his head to watch himself slip inside of you. He really said another person's name while he’s inside of you. In any other situation this would’ve immediately made you stop but somehow you like that he's praising your pussy.
Jungkook slowly moves his hips mouth falling open as he does. You grip his strong biceps digging your fingernails in when he finds it in him to move quicker. His cock hits exactly the right spot and your moans encourage him to thrust even faster.
“Kookie, faster isn’t always better.” Namjoon says as if he knows what you are feeling right now.
“Namjoon shut up.” You take Jungkook’s face in your hands as he halts his movement. “Keep going at that pace. If I’m making good sounds you want to keep doing what you’re doing.”
Namjoon pouts but seems to understand why you cut him off. Jungkook leans forward to kiss your lips then snaps his hips earning a loud moan from you. There’s a smirk playing on Jungkook’s lips like he’s proud that you defended him.
As Jungkook continues fucking his cock in and out of your drenched pussy he gets sloppy. You can tell he’s about to come and you love the pretty moans that he isn’t trying to hold back. You are glad he feels comfortable enough to let you hear his most beautiful and vulnerable sounds.
“Noona, I’m going to—”
He cuts himself off with a deep groan as he spills into the condom inside you. His cock is pulsing as you clench around him. He stays put without moving for a moment letting his head rest against your collarbone.
Eventually, he pulls away and disposes of the condom in his bathroom. He returns with a cloth to help you clean up. Once you are clean Jungkook lies between you and your boyfriend on his bed.
“I think I’m going to need more lessons.” He says seriously.
“There’s more we can teach you, Tokki.” You say as you cuddle up to his chest on one side while Namjoon takes the other side.
Maybe this is the start of something wonderful.
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the hate effect || knj || hate me now
Summary: Kim Namjoon has always been ambitious, even before he became an idol. He always wanted more for himself and didn't mind giving up anything in order to achieve his dreams, even if it meant giving up on you too. But now, 10 years after debuting, the world-renowned idol has finally achieved everything he sought when he was young, but he couldn't be emptier.
Used to his new life where he has everything at his disposal and manages to reach higher and higher places, Namjoon has his usual life interrupted when Hybe hires a new staff, none other than his former youth love: you.
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pairing: idol!namjoon x staff!female reader
genre: series, haters to lovers, angst, fluff
warnings: swearing, angst :)
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"Did you sleep badly?" you asked while applying foundation on his face. The dark circles, like a koala, took residence on his face, casting an aura of fatigue upon him. On his usually serene forehead, faint lines of tension displayed themselves, and his hair seemed as if it had witnessed a battle against sleep itself.
"Can't you tell?" Namjoon grumbled with his eyes closed.
"I'm asking because it impacts my work, Namjoon. Don't flatter yourself."
Namjoon chuckled, briefly opening his eyes. "As you can clearly see, yes, I slept badly. Are you happy now that I've answered your obvious question, only for the sake of small talk?"
You hummed as he closed his eyes again. It was going to be a long fucking day.
"You really aren't making this any easier, Kim Namjoon," you commented, considering how quickly your career would be over if you applied clown makeup instead of regular makeup. It would suit him perfectly.
You didn't take more than 20 minutes and let him continue with his schedule. You would never admit it out loud, but it was incredible how everything fell into place. Namjoon had so many commitments and things going on, and even with the staff helping him, he still managed to stay on top of everything. Always arriving on time, always delivering. Always meeting the sky-high expectations. Too high, actually. But he was always up for the challenge.
Since you weren't responsible for touching up his makeup, as the intern staff had that role, you had time to observe him. You were never in his line of sight, but you could always see him. You noticed how he would always take a deep breath before they started recording an interview or live session, and you could easily distinguish the forced smile he gave when faced with silly questions. You could see how much he enjoyed it when asked about his new album, and you couldn't deny that your heart raced when he smiled so genuinely, revealing his dimples.
As the evening passed, a distant gaze revealed a deeper longing in his eyes. The constant repetition of questions and shallow interactions drained his energy. Each day, the energy required to maintain appearances became increasingly draining, magnifying the emptiness that lurked beneath the surface. The toll of living in the spotlight took its toll on his psyche, leaving him questioning the very essence of his existence.
Sometimes, Namjoon wanted to scream. He wanted to drop everything and leave, crawl into bed, and stay there for days. Without interacting with anyone, without having to live up to anyone. No need to be the idealized Kim Namjoon that he himself created, but who had become a stranger to himself.
During lunchtime, Namjoon and the rest of the team went to his favorite restaurant to eat. The team was too big, so they occupied almost 3 tables. Nara and Seong, his two colleagues and also part of the staff, made sure to sit as close to Namjoon as possible, but he couldn't be more oblivious to it. Everyone quickly took their seats as they entered the restaurant, and Namjoon couldn't help his almost instinctive reaction of keeping an eye on where you were going to sit. He made sure the seat next to him would be empty, placing his bag there, even though it wasn't the best etiquette, and he gave you a quick nod to indicate you should sit there. But you pretended not to see it, sitting at the end of the table. As far away from him as possible.
Namjoon still asked for his favorite food: Jjajangmyeon and he was surprised that you still liked Galbi (tender marinated beef or pork). He didn't fail to notice that you still looked out of place, still wary of the people around you. You were like that when he first met you, too: closed off completely until you felt comfortable with the people around you. Your smiles didn't reach your eyes and you limited yourself to the minimum of small talk. You didn't know any of them.
But you knew him. He wasn't a stranger.
Or maybe he was.
Of everyone there, maybe he was the one you felt the most distant from. Maybe he was the most unknown to you. Someone you once knew.
"Look at them, sitting at that table. They look so happy together.", Seong signed to the couple on the other table who seemed to be completely in love.
Nara turned around to see it too. "I know, right? They're like the epitome of cuteness. I can't help but feel a twinge of envy."
You and Namjoon listened to the conversation between the two women and you wanted to avoid it, but it was too late and your eyes were on each other.
You quickly averted your gaze, focusing on the plate in front of you, but Namjoon couldn't do the same. He hated how you were treating him. As if he were a pest. As if you despised him. Maybe you did hate him after all. But he also knew that he wasn't making it easy for you. With his short and sharp replies, disapproving glances whenever you asked a question he deemed too personal, and even the way he sent you last-minute commitments without even a greeting, he knew that your relationship wouldn't be easy. It was easier to be like this. It would be easier for you to hate him if he were hateable. But he couldn't hate this situation any more. If he allowed himself to feel for a moment everything his heart was screaming, it would all be over. The pain he felt when he left would come crashing like a wave, and he wasn't sure if he could bear it. In that moment, you were there, close to him. Even if you despised him, at least you were near. Even if he could sense the disdain you felt for him, at least he could still feel something. You were there, and in that moment, it was enough for him.
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“run.”
pairings — bts x reader
genre — suggestive fluff
summary — pranking bts with a… special interview
authors note — taehyung in paris im in love
"HEYYY!"
from the offset, armys could tell something was off. the way jin and taehyung immediately looked down with smirks upturning the corners of their lips, the way hoseoks smile just slightly faltered into an expression of shock before his eyes glistened like never before. and namjoons wide eyes sending you a look screaming i know what you're up to.
the others weren't any better either, deciding on simply chuckling when you stepped into the room with a flimsy stack of cards in hand.
"hello guys, it’s lovely to meet you. my name is y/n. i will be your interviewer today!!!" you tittered, knowing damn well that they knew who you were but you had a persona to keep up and you’d be damned if you let it end this early.
you had been close to jimin since your younger years, having fought over who was the better dancer despite you both knowing it was him. sometimes you just liked to rile him up. you came together once your three week dispute finally ended (he had given you a flower he found and everything was quickly forgotten).
jimin stayed close by your side, and by his other side was his beloved members so it wasn't a big surprise when you all came together. you built a close relationship with them rather quickly as you watched them take on the world and they watched you do whatever you pleased. you always had some kind of scheme up your sleeve, like when you somehow managed to become employed in their hairstyling team and convinced everyone to dye their hairs the colours of the rainbow because you could hear the voice inside you saying that this “incorporated the true meaning of their concept better".
you never did listen to that voice deeming it as too responsible, but it came in handy here.
you couldn't hold back your joy when two days later, you were met with a blue taehyung and orange jimin looking rather spectacular.
once the group realised this was your doing, they weren't pleased (even after your endless compliments that jungkook claimed you owed them) and so you quit that job and became an interviewer.
"hello, it's nice to meet you, y/n. we are bts and we couldn't be more excited for this interview today." namjoon smiled but the glint of worry that flashed through his eyes juxtaposed it.
"before we start can i just say that i'm a really huge fan of the hair. you guys look truly delectable." you smirked, feeling content with the soft blush that rose on jins ears and the shy smile on yoongi's lips.
"today we're going to be answering questions taken directly from your fans across a number of social media platforms, they have a lot to ask. some of the questions focus on separate members to give each of you a chance to share something about yourselves and get real personal with your amazing fans."
the group nodded but jimin wasn't okay with the smirk that remained on your face, he had faced many of your jokes and knew better than to trust you in a situation like this.
you cleared your throat, "this is from jooniesfiance94,” namjoons eyes widened and the others attempted to hold back their chuckles. it wouldn't be so funny to them in a few minutes.
"can joon choke me with his titties? like now."
his face paled, "wha.. uh thanks?? but no i cannot." his reaction had you bussin up but you couldn't afford to waste time before moving on to the rest.
“okay, next one!! from kimseokdilf, it’s 5 am. why is jin not in my bed feeding me eggs or his fingers? both are needed : ((."
jin immediately stopped giggling with jungkook and grimaced but covered it up with a smile "aah thank you, thank you. i make perfect eggs, you know? yes my eggs are very very lovely." he smiled at the camera before shifting his vision and glaring at you.
“well jin you do have the reputation of being the cook in the group, so it's no surprise that you make fantastic eggs." you softly laughed. "this comes from weluvjhope, does hoseok like sushi? i need to know where i should take him on our first date."
"oooooh," hoseok smiled, holding a hand to his heart. he had gotten the brunt of your last prank, yellow tresses glistening under the studio lights, so you decided to go easy on him plus you also had a soft spot towards him because who didn't?
"i don't mind any food as long as i'm with army!" he smiled, soft eyes shining bright. you cheesed, he was too cute sometimes.
"okay chokemejeon wants to know why are bts so attractive?? i will really grab jungkook and kiss the shit out of him." jungkook wanted to swat you. you knew how he disliked things like this, unable to deal with bold affection as such but here you were, sitting there with that proud smirk on your face.
with pink stained cheeks, he rubbed his face and grinned, “thank you, we try our best to look good for army.”
“is that it?” you smirked, you and jungkook always had a small feud between you and you planned to milk this as much as possible. “you’re not gonna comment on their strong desire to, and i quote, kiss the shit out of you?”
“ah well they can’t kiss me but you can kiss my photocard.” he squirmed under your attention and threw a finger heart to the camera beside him.
“ooh! so cute!! next we have a question from sugassoulmate, i can’t be the only one who wants to feel the power of yoongs tongue technology? like daaaaamn i KNOWWW it would send me to heaven and back!!”
yoongi just stared at the ground, blinking slowly. he didn’t have anything to say back because what they were insinuating was extremely clear and he wanted no part in it.
“the phrase “tongue technology” is a phrase i used to emphasise the power of words, especially in songs. people often forget to listen to the words they’re singing and rock to the beat, which is fine, but we often forget the authority in the messages artists portray. however.. i don’t think it has the ability to send you to heaven and back.”
you internally sighed. out of all the members it would be yoongi to turn a provocative remark as such into a life lesson. the hate you had for his intelligence had never been higher.
“oh.” speechless. “i- uh i have nothing to say. you’re so smart and pretty. everyone clap for yoongi!” the members and staff all cheered and clapped, causing a flutter of butterflies to pick up in his stomach. he really did love you.
“okay, one more! this is for both taehyung and jimin, it’s a really adorable one. iheartvmin says why do taehyung and jimin always spank each other? is it muscle memory or what?? i’m sure many viewers, myself included, are wondering the same thing, is it a friend thing or perhaps something more?”
you were indeed dead.
jimins faux smile failed to reach his eyes, glazed with pure malice. taehyung laughed but you didn’t miss the short scoff that he released.
taehyung cleared his throat, “jimin-ah is a very close friend of mine so we are naturally touchy with each other. i'm sure you get personal with your friends too y/n-ah.”
“yes very true tae! unfortunately.. that’s all we have for today. this has been y/n with bts!” the members yelled and waved bye until a straight CUT was heard from the camera director.
only then did their smiles fall and heads snapped towards you. hoseok still had a soft grin, grateful for you sparing him of those horrendous questions.
“well… heyy guys! how we doinggg?” you shyly waved, hoping to soften the glares stabbing through you.
“y/n.” jungkook growled.
“yep?”
“run.”
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A Matter Of Time (Namjoon x Reader)
Word Count: 6.1k (ish)
Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n
Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit
Warnings: Unprotected sex, semi-public sex, night sex, flirting, kissing (tongue and other), making out, drinking, missionary sex, cumming on (you), orgasms (yours and his), dirty talk, oral sex (licking, sucking), intense sex, mouth fixation, finger sucking, fantasizing, semi/public nudity, spying/voyeurism (mild), thinking about Namjoon's big cock. Probably missed a few!
Genre: PWP, Strangers to lovers
AUs: Mildly CEO BTS/CEO Namjoon
Summary: It's just a vacation at a beautiful resort. ..And it's just a matter of time until it becomes more.
Author’s Note: for @worldwideseal. Suffer well, dear sis. Purely for escape and sauce. Don't trouble yourself with the hows or gaps in this plot, just enjoy.
Thank you for reading, should you choose to. If you feel like letting me know what you liked with a comment, I'd love to hear. Reblogging is ALWAYS appreciated, but never required.
Tag List: @kiestrokes @askkrisachan
The travel agency had promised so many beautiful scenes. By far, this view outstripped them all. And this was not the result of losing track of time in tropical heat or some sun baked illusion.
This was as real as it got: A man, paused at the bow of a decent sized yacht.
The resort brochure had boats—all shapes and sizes. Certainly ones just like this, but being this close to one wasn’t on your itinerary. But snorkeling was, and you’d been doing fairly well at it.
Right up until you’d come to the surface to snatch a quick breath and saw the form, standing at the boat front. You sunk lower into the water, until only your nose and eyes showed.
Even the wide lens of the snorkel goggles didn’t diminish this impressive silhouette. Especially not such narrow hips. Or the way his body just widened the higher your stare went. You’d never seen a shoulder span like this, or a neck so elegantly long and thick.
He wore a smile as he rolled it right, face upturned to the sun.
Whatever might be on his mind, the man wore no concern, letting the sun wash across his sparkling face. Head to toe, every inch of skin shimmered.
You were certainly close enough to watch a few rivulets trickling down one side of his neck. And admire the way his hair was slicked along his scalp with almost artistic swirls. He ran fingers through a section, head rolling your way.
You snorted. A few bubbles broke the surface in front of your face as you bobbed, legs slowly kicking independent of where your focus was: fully zeroing in on this stranger. He certainly looked content relaxing one hip into the bow rail.
I KNEW I should have brought my camera. It was your best investment yet: a waterproof style that you’d saved a bit to purchase. Snorkeling had a purpose and you’d kicked yourself all morning after realizing the camera was sitting on the bed back at the hotel, unused.
Based on the man preening in silence, the camera’s full potential was going entirely to waste.
Wouldn’t have been a crime to sneak a snap or two of this hunk between shots of clownfish and stingrays. Or coral beds and seaweed.
It got better when you actually noted he wasn’t wearing a stitch. It was all bare skin top to toes. He spent a long time in the sun like this because the only parts a shade lighter were the rounds of his ass.
You had to give it to him, those were the best tan lines you’d EVER seen. Following the down slope of his abdomen, you caught the peek of familiar shape. Thick and bare. Your eyes popped as your gaze dragged to the other end of the boat, finding letters, painted immaculately in black with fleur-de-lis shapes accenting.
Fanta-sea
That’s cute. You had a passing concept of boat names, knowing enough that they were usually clever, humorous, or even punny at times. This name suited the owner. As far as you were concerned, he met the definition of a fantasy.
Foremost, yours but who even KNEW how many other women. There was no way on God’s green earth this man was here without company. And if he was? A resort this nice would soon fix that.
You took an unabashed eyeful of the man's ass when he turned away, readily deciding this was the choicest ass you’d ever seen. What you’d managed to see of his front was surpassed only with this angle. He was blessed with long legs and hamstrings defined by sections of tight muscle.
It was truly a delight for the eyes as he strolled towards the bridge, then ducked through an open door there. With him gone, your shoulders surfaced and tension ebbed away. That didn’t stop your lips trembling.
“Jesus..”
Yes, you’d been floating out here for a while, finally accustomed to the temperature, but now a chill ran the length of your body. Skin prickled against the flow as you began a sluggish dog paddle, heading for the shore.
Although you’d started further down from where the yacht floated, it was hard to believe you’d missed it this easily. Every stroke against the current, you tried not to look back. Tried not to think about how he looked. How long he might be staying and was it the same resort?
For now, he seemed to be alone. There’d been no telling giggle, or signs of anyone else there to share the space and the view. No other body sprawled out on the deck, soaking up sunlight. That lack just added more questions to a rapidly growing list.
First and most pressing of all: What is his name?
The second followed just as doggedly, sinking claws into your brain: How could I even meet this guy?
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The ‘how’ came about all on its own, when you stood at the bar, watching the bartender pouring your drink. Until this moment, you’d been all too fixated on how close he could get to the top and not spill a single drop.
Just beyond the bartender’s left side, you noticed the stare. It wasn’t that you’d gotten to really see the face clearly, but you didn’t need to.
The shoulders were enough, even stressing the crisp white shirt of the form leaned against the bar, directly across the way.
And your confusion dimmed the lazy jazz and island fused beats down to a thrum as his stare held. You found the barstool suddenly so preciously high with both feet swinging inches off the floor.
Your fingers gripped the bar edge as you watched the man stand and make his way around. When he did, you knew that body, even a layer of clothing on.
With a warm evening breeze playing through your hair, your eyes followed the white, linen shirt approaching. It fluttered around the man’s chest as he braced an elbow into the counter next to your left side.
His smile had one dimple and the very subtle shadow of a second on the other cheek. The neon signs above the bar reflected in his curious stare. Both dark brows twitched up.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” At least you managed to speak up. Although the resort bar wasn’t packed at this hour, it was easy to hear your racing heart. The pace was much more than when you’d been kicking through the waves to chase exotic fish or explore coral reefs. And the view, even better.
A glass slid nearer. The man glanced there, then came back to your face. “Yours?”
As you lifted the glass the contents shivered briefly. Your lips met the rim with a responsive “Mmhmm.”
“Are you here alone?” He was moving along, another temperate breeze washing around you both. He wasn’t afraid to ask what you’d wondered earlier. You were beyond certain that this WAS that same man.
Your skin felt alive. It wasn’t just tropical heat, and it would soon be moving to other places. Several, ready to respond as intended around a good looking man like this.
You gulped down a mouthful of fruity coolness, hoping a little liquid courage would go a long way. Especially with your mind full of nothing but the recall of this man’s bare ass and smiling face, soaking up the sun hours ago.
But do you admit that? How could someone even approach that kind of thing? You couldn’t very well say ‘Yes I saw you naked, on a boat. No big deal..’ It wasn’t exactly a nudist resort here and he probably didn’t even think anyone would see as far down the beach as you’d gone.
It must have been written all over your face, because the man’s head inclined as his expression devolved into a cheeky grin. “What is it?”
“I’m alone.” You replied. His stare intensified, his upper body inching closer,closing off space for the breeze roiling its way down the bar, heading at you both again. Your skin was starting to get clammy.
“Is there something else?”
“..No.” Your eyes moved to the glass, sweating on the counter nearby and your nails drumming the wooden bartop. Out of beat and tapping the nail points in a nervous staccato.
He didn’t break eye contact. “I’m here alone too. How rare do you think that is?”
“Not that rare.” You ventured.
There was no way to really know, but you hadn’t missed the pairs and groups of people wandering around in the previous days. The beach was riddled with goers, all laughing and communing around you and your lone towel, umbrella pitched at an angle as you squinted into a book and sucked down a mimosa for a few hours.
It wasn’t a bad thing, but it wasn’t like you’d been able to say you were having the MOST fun you could have. You had plenty of things to do and a partner or friends would just drag your schedule down.
“I think it’s interesting, anyway.”
While he was facing the bar and ordering a drink, you studied his face. The man’s skin had become dewy. The sheen went all the way down into the space at the top of his shirt. This wasn’t like ocean water evaporating in the midday sun rays.
This was a muggy summer sweat, which ALSO suited him well. It was getting hard to ignore the darker spots starting to appear where the sweat concentrated most, at the center of his broad chest.
He turned back with a glass in hand, raised it, then sipped, you spoke up with fingers circling your own glass. You didn’t sip. The glass never even left the bar.
“You’re here on that tour package–Island Escape?” It didn’t hurt to ask. “...I am. It was a great deal. Once in a lifetime thing, you know?” You added. Now felt like the right time to lay out your purpose for setting foot on these beautiful grounds, and it'd save him the trouble of asking.
He smiled again. “I’m more the self guided tour type.”
“You travel a lot?” Alone, hopefully.
The man nodded. You smoothed hair from your neck, winding the sweat dampened strand around one finger.
“Is it for work or…” Your voice trailed off. Bare toes curling, you came off the bar seat and went to the balls of both feet. You shouldn’t yield to the pressure pushing up from inside your hips, but there was every incentive NOT to ignore it.
“..Or something.” The man’s lids lowered perceptibly, watching you over the glass as he took another long sip, then set it down, entirely facing you.
Something about that was so satisfying, despite being overwhelmed. KNOWING he was looking at you, versus you looking at him–with him unaware–was an entirely different ball game.
“How often do you take these trips?” The man asked.
“Let’s start with the important question.” You retorted, a smile breaking out. He mirrored it, showing just how perfect his teeth were too.
“Hmm?”
“What’s your name?”
His head dropped with a chuckle, making both shoulders dance and drooping the shirt front lower. Giving a clear-as-day view of the tight valley between his pecs. And hints of muscle there, judging by the shadows playing. Your throat clenched.
“Yes, we SHOULD get that out of the way. A nagging detail, but probably important. I’m Namjoon.”
After he said his name, he held out a hand. You found his grip warm and measured as he pumped your hand but didn’t let go first. You wanted to hold it all night, but reluctantly pulled your hand back and rested it palm down on your thigh, feeling the heat through your gauzy skirt.
“I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you, Namjoon.”
Namjoon’s head bowed deeper this time, then he looked towards the resort, watching people further away. There were more couples. Somehow the attendance doubled between when you’d gotten here and when he’d come over. It wasn’t like anyone here knew you’d stumbled upon this man hours ago, when you’d seen him in a most intimate way–birthday suited and sun drenched.
For all you knew, this resort had a nudist beach portion. There was plenty to discover and you only had a handful of days. You’d only begun to check off a full list of activities, none of which stimulated below the belt.
Until tonight.
“You’ve been here a little while?” Namjoon asked, stepping closer. Standing that much closer. Within reach, more so than he’d been before. Unspoken respect, but that didn’t mean you weren’t more tempted to reach out and touch.
Underneath your skirt, the heat was becoming too much. So was the ache that was gnawing through you.
“A couple days.” You agreed.
“Me too. It’s nice this time of year.”
“Is that your..boat?”
Namjoon’s brows shot up again, then pinched briefly. “My boat?” He looked good, even feigning confusion, eyes shining playfully.
“Yes.” You puffed a little. “Out there in the water–I saw it earlier.”
“When?” He asked.
“Today. I was snorkeling and I saw it….saw you.” Fire clawed up your neck. Namjoon caught the flutter in your lids and lowered his own more. He took a brief bite of his lower lip, then scoffed.
“Did you? What was the name on the boat?”
“Fanta-sea, I think.” Don’t think. I KNOW. And Namjoon KNEW that you knew. His face came a little closer.
“Yeah. That’s my yacht. Didn’t think anyone would be on the section of beach, down that far. Usually it’s empty.”
Usually? You swallowed hard. “You’ve been there before?” Surely he meant the day before, or earlier than that.
“This time of year, yes. Other times it’s pretty packed. I try to avoid it in the dead of the season.”
“Season.” You echoed. Clarity was coming, rapidly. He wasn’t talking about it as a season vacation package-goer. This was so much more.
“Mmhm. Travel season. When vacationers overrun this resort. It’s not too bad right now. But there are times..” He didn’t finish, chuckling. When he grew quiet you stared into his eyes. And he looked deeper into yours, stirring something that had your walls twitching.
“Sounds rough..” You managed. You wanted to finish the rest of your drink but you were certain the glass would smash to the ground if you tried to pick it up right now. Instead, Namjoon pushed the glass further out of reach, following the bar top towards your hand. His fingers lightly rode the knuckles on the back of that hand.
“Y/n..” He was solemn as another breeze wrestled the shirt around his body. Your thinned lips refused to release any kind of affirmative sound—not that he needed it to continue. “..Have you ever been on a yacht?”
You managed a head shake.
“I want you to see mine. Come with me?”
You wanted more than that. You wanted Namjoon, just as you’d seen him earlier, except bathed in moonlight, naked under your gaze. If you could be guaranteed a chance at that….
Once again, he must have read the desire telegraphing in microexpressions across your face when he took your hand, fingers laced easily through. He tugged you closer, staring down his nose.
“Know you didn’t come here to see a boat, but trust me. It’ll be worth it.”
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You’d managed a few indulgences in your time on this planet–the occasional spa day with your closest friend. A nice dinner with your parents. A birthday shopping spree at the best stores on the rich end of town.
Stepping foot on a yacht wasn’t quite on your list, but not for the reason you’d assumed. Where you lived wasn’t close enough to a beach or convenient to fly to without sinking a whole day in and out of airports and planes.
But this trip came with bonuses that checked the lux yacht experience off your list after inking it right at the top.
Stepping onto Namjoon’s yacht proved it was even BETTER from on board than it had appeared floating in the ocean and stone’s throw away. Even with just the moonlight painting the finely finished wood deck.
The surface was cool under your feet as you paused away from the ladder and slipped off your flats. You laid them next to Namjoon’s shoes, arranged neatly side by side, then followed him as he moved towards the beam, where the yacht seemed to be widest. You could spin around, arms wide and never hope to hit a single thing–in fact ALL of your closest friends could do that very same thing with that guarantee.
Namjoon had turned, watching your big eyes roaming with a measured smirk. Slowly his arms crossed at his chest.
“View better from up here, hmm?” The wind was stronger here, and a bit cooler, coming off the water and the rocking of the yacht wasn’t noticeable as you’d expected. It was more an imperceptible sway.
“It’s beautiful.” You marveled.
Eventually your attention found its way to Namjoon, the darkness around consuming the taller portions of the ship, disappearing into the shadows if you squinted up or in any direction too far.
Not that it mattered.
This man standing just in sight, chest expanded, and the wind teasing his shape through whipping fabric was the best, most breathtaking view of them all. You weren’t even sure you’d noticed any stars in the sky as you gazed at Namjoon’s beaming smile.
“When you saw me today….What was I doing?” A step brought Namjoon close again and you braced, leaning into the soft tilt you could feel in your senses as a wave rolled the giant yacht body a little.
“Just…standing here.” You replied, skimming back more hair as it spilled forward over your shoulder, dragged by the wind. You knew he was watching that action, his eyes roving in matching directions.
“Standing here?” He glanced down. “I don’t think it was here.”
You held back a giggle. “Obviously not there.” You looked around, nodding towards the bow of the boat. “There… I think. It was hard to tell from down in the water but…I saw enough.”
“Did you?” He moved by you, but had your hand as he did, pulling you closer to the railing. You didn’t end up there, but you could see down into the water from the nose of the boat well enough. You had a sense of somewhere, in that dark ocean below, that he’d be lying to say he hadn’t seen you floating there–even as vast as the ocean was.
The water was too clear and calm earlier. And your bright pink snorkel set stuck out like a sore thumb, but you said nothing, combing back more hair on the other side, tucking it behind that ear.
Namjoon released your hand. His feather lite touch grazed your chin.
“I was standing near here.. Hmm?” You nodded, watching him do the same a little, fingers circling your chin. Pressure came as he squeezed softly, pulling the rounded shape up faintly. “..Just doing nothing?”
You managed another nod, grateful he didn’t let go.
“...What else did you see?”
“What do you mean?” You breathed. That building feeling that had nestled and filled up your pelvis became a massive, pulsing ache. There wasn’t a single, undisturbed nerve there.
“I think you can tell me.”
Whatever had compelled you to keep staring as you did earlier today, treading water, or not long ago, across the bar, on Namjoon’s approach, it was bigger than everything right now. And it kept you from breaking eye contact. It prevented any lie from growing roots.
“..Nothing.” Your tongue swept your lips and the wind sucked the moisture right off in a blink. “..You weren’t wearing anything.”
Namjoon’s face relaxed as his brows shifted as he nibbled his lip longer this time. “And what did you think of that?”
It wasn’t like you’d never seen a man naked. In your life you’d seen PLENTY of them. All shapes and sizes, but none like Namjoon. None had hit you so directly in the center of your need.
“I liked it.”
“I liked being naked. It’s freeing.”
You squeaked. It meant something, but you didn’t have time to figure out what. Namjoon’s thumb pried your lower lip down as he leaned towards you. His lips opened just a little. Dizziness rushed to your head as you swooned towards his approach.
At the last minute he stopped, the touch of his lips a silky heat as he spoke into your parted lips.
“Did you like what you saw?”
“Yes.” You whined. “Your body is—”
“Mmnnn..” He dragged his lips across yours for a peck and pulled back just so, again. “Be naked with me? I think you’ll find it’s liberating here.”
“Here?” You blinked, feeling your lips sinking around his thumb as he fed the tip past your lips.
“Yes. Out here. On my yacht. On the deck. Under the stars. Are you here to enjoy yourself and do what you want? I am.”
You didn’t answer, lips still tight around his finger, until it popped free from your latch. You chased it a little until Namjoon seized your chin again and leveled his stare on you, nose to nose.
“Y/n..” His tone dropped a level, dragged across gravel. Serious, to match his unflinching gaze. “What did you want when you saw me naked?”
Where could you even start? You went with the first thing your brain and loins demanded in unison.
“I wanted to feel you.” Confession felt so good, the heat spilling up out of your mouth as you spoke. Namjoon leaned his front into you, letting you get a good sense of his body. And it was exactly as firm and muscled as it looked from that big, deep blue world below.
You went about as wet too, right at your seal. Your nipples perked and you moaned when his chest dragged your top across the newly woken points.
Namjoon cradled one hip, then gathered the hem of your shirt, guiding it up your side. The other hand did the same, bringing your top to your breasts, peeling it away. Along with the bra underneath, he dropped both to the deck.
Smiling, Namjoon pulled your hands to his hips and nodded. “Go ahead. Help me out?”
This was really happening.
All the questions and pondering that had been building all day long and simmering all night were now about to find a happy realization. Fruition, in the form of your fingers, under Namjoon’s shirt, pushing rough and fast. He did the rest at his shoulders, hauling the garment off. It went right to the ground, atop yours.
Without speaking, your fingers walked the waist of his bottoms, finding them just like his shirt: a lighter material and quickly off his body. He kicked them clear after you stood up. Without waiting, his hands guided your skirt down.
As the stretching waistband widened and rolled down your hips, Namjoon mouthed over your bare belly. You moaned, listening to the sound carried away by the salty breeze. It didn’t matter–what mattered was how good this felt.
The water lapped the hull as Namjoon’s lips pressed into your skin. He tugged a bit of skin below your navel, shuffling your panties down last. When his open mouth found your pussy, your thighs shook and you melted down against his face.
Namjoon was ready, jaw flexing as his hands caught your hips, lifting you enough. His tongue dove against your folds, spreading you with a few long, firm licks. From the way his moan rattled your mound, he was more than pleased with the taste.
The stars you barely made out winking in the sky overhead, faded again as your eyes rolled shut when Namjoon pulled your clit tight between his lips. And sucked, deep. Hard. Pulsing his lips with a suction that didn’t falter.
It went on for some time until you felt like everything was flowing down, out of you. Your senses finally came back enough to groan his name as fingers scraped his scalp. Twisted hair through your fingers, tugging him closer, then trying to pull him away.
Namjoon wrestled himself free with a dulcet sigh. “You taste…so good…” He swabbed your slick from his lips in a lick, then palmed your ass. “...Lay down for me, baby..”
The deck was exactly as smooth as it'd been under your soles, when back and ass met it. No sooner and Namjoon went to hands and knees, then stroked both palms down the insides of your thighs to guide them apart and settled between. One leg he draped along the inside of an arm, the other he pushed up and out, angling the knee to widen you.
Opening you at the very center, wind spilling over slick coated skin. It felt good, but that didn’t last long. The gnawing emptiness was back and your hips twisted as you whimpered. The very last thing on your mind was the devilish details.
Small things, like what Namjoon said next.
“Y/n…You okay with raw?”
I shouldn't. So why do I WANT to? Vacations were about being care free, but this was about as far from sensible as you'd ever been. ...And every fiber said you WANTED it. Right-wrong-whatever, let it sweep you up.
Your palm struck wood, then dragged with a squeal of damp skin and sting of friction. Breasts jerked and rose higher as you arched. Impatience went right down to the center of your soul.
“Yes..” You gasped. “..Just want you.. Please… fill me up.”
Namjoon’s gripped cock drew close and he swept the head right up your center, coating the blunt end. You wanted to wither at the way he moaned in surprise. It wasn’t long before he guided his tip right against your opening.
A palm thumped against the deck, bracing right next to your hitched knee. The other arm bent, keeping your other draped leg angled shamelessly high. Then Namjoon slid inside. It was relief at first, as you stretched around his shaft. Then it was sweet pain as he sank deeper, stretching you more.
Your ass wiggled when Namjoon pulled back. Pushed in, with a single, firm body roll. He slid back out, then plunged again, this time falling immediately into a steady pump. He had a stroke that said he knew what to do with himself.
And how to take care of the perky tightness that was developing the more he thrust. Your fingers started at his forearms, circling there, then nails touched skin, sinking in, then dragging higher with a low moan. Your body shook with the impact, then gyrated counter to Namjoon’s marching pace.
“You feel so…tight. God..” He snarled, snapping hips harder. Less gentle, his head went back. The stars were back, under your lids, and when they opened, the shining started on Namjoon's skin.
Underneath your bare ass and back, the deck was alive with sound–you shifting up inch by inch with the power packed into each forward driving motion. Namjoon was heading quickly towards pounding and it was opening a pit of pleasure under your belly. Your walls gave a massive clench and chills washed over you.
An orgasm was right there, about to hit you hard. Your cocked knee recoiled more, snapping in place over Namjoon’s hip. The other heel sank into his back. Both climbed higher as he grunted. Added force. Barreled into you–through you. Waves of pleasure built on top of each other inside you.
Another dizzying rush and you barely gasped out “That’s it…Namjoon—” before it all hit you at once. Struck you dumb in a full body convulsion. His instroke faltered as you seized around him, clinging so hard onto his biceps that he shuddered. It must have hurt, but you couldn’t be bothered to notice.
You couldn’t help anything you did,except let out a high pitched shriek of relief. However far that carried, it wouldn’t be a surprise if it reached the shore. You’d taken more than enough time at 7 knots, getting further and further offshore, rising and boring through inky waters, deep into the approaching night.
And it led to this: you, under Namjoon, his cock stabbing relentlessly into you as he went on after a short reprieve. Enough that he could pummel you again, taking his own turn. Your nails slid through moisture again.
Had to be more sweat developing faster than the wind could wick away, but that was fine. Your pussy was ultra wet, just tight enough he could get away with more force. More depth. And it sounded so good. You were helpless to do much but lay here. Taking it with eyes bleary and fixed on a far away point of light. A single, white point blinking in the distant horizon.
It was just like that moment you’d seen him on the bow–under the golden sun. A mirrored moment, but bathed in white of the moon’s delicate aura now. Head craned, lines in his neck strong, taut skin aglimmer again. And like earlier, it pulled you in entirely. You couldn’t look away, eyes barely open, adrift in the afterglow.
And you, rocking against the final thrusts. Rocking like the waves against the ship’s hull, giving away as it was meant to: You, wet and pliant, melting around Namjoon with his last plunge in, before he pulled out and brought himself upright, head thrown back. His shaft speared once more through five tightly circled fingers, then the spurt of cum splashed onto your belly.
Hitting higher, shot by shot until he created a decent, milky pool between your shivering breasts.
Namjoon had to be proud of the sight: sweat and his load, mixed on your chest and torso. He openly admired, then his shoulders dropped. Eventually he leaned over you. In spite of however much effort he’d just put out, Namjoon was still just as careful laying against you with his full body weight.
His weary smile wasn’t lacking any satisfaction. A dreaminess painted his moon washed features. You found it easy to get lost, admiring in silence as he gathered thoughts then spoke.
“...God.. you’re…” That was YOU, robbing an obviously well spoken man of the coherency he was accustomed to. Probably even KNOWN for in his daily and professional life. I did that. And fuck does it feel AMAZING. If the girls back home only knew…
Not that you’d ever tell.
“Mmmm..You…didn’t want to finish inside me?” Was that really pouting in your tone? Were you really too fucked out to question yourself or hide it?
Namjoon chuckled, looking down at your breasts, and further, getting a much closer look at the chaos he’d left behind. The verdict was in–he was quite impressed at the handiwork.
“You didn’t ask.” When he dragged fingertips through his fluids on your belly, then headed for your mound, your hips lifted. His hand pulled back just before he reached what you were offering all over again. “..Mnnnngg…Good aim and distance.”
“You’d cum inside me if I wanted?”
Namjoon looked at you again,from under lowered brows, wearing a questionable smirk. “I’d consider it. Not the brightest move if we’re strangers.”
“Neither is condomless sex. Or sex on a boat, in the open ocean air.”
“Sex on the beach is an option too, Y/n. The night is still young and I know a stretch of beach that’s empty for SURE this time.”
“God..” You began. Delight tightened everything inside. Although you’d just cum, the body was quickly recovering and the mind was more than willing to meet this man’s unflagging energy. “..Namjoon..” you gasped, turning your face when shyness caught up for a moment.
He wasn’t letting that feeling gain any traction,bringing his face close, angling for a kiss. Ultimately soft, exploring your mouth lightly with his tongue. When yours flirted past his lips, he sucked the tip and you squeezed around nothing, drowning in a moment of pure desire. The kiss was over all too soon, and Namjoon was sitting up onto his knees.
“Let’s go below deck. Clean up and change.” He’d already begun indiscriminately collecting clothing, pausing to dab away the more plentiful globs he’d left behind on your chest and belly.
“Does that mean we’re heading back to shore?”
Namjoon sighed. “..Eventually, we have to.”
He WAS right, but you didn’t want to just yet. Not tonight and maybe not until tomorrow afternoon. It was much different enjoying the ocean being out on, rather than splashing hundreds of feet offshore or laying out on a towel in the sand.
Namjoon detected the concern in a pinch between your brows. “What’s wrong?”
“Does ‘eventually’ mean…now?”
“Not if you don’t want it to. I don’t…Is that okay?”
Relief felt as cool as the night air racing across your thighs and breasts. The puddled fluid on your skin was rapidly becoming distracting for different reasons: a persistent reminder of the temperature falling around you as the night wore on.
“Yes.” You smiled as he took your hand and brought you to your feet. Even entirely naked, you suddenly didn’t care much. It was a nice surprise. In the past, nudity hadn’t been the easiest for you. A vacation from that hang up was a bonus.
Standing face to face, Namjoon watched you for a moment. And you gazed up, remembering the moment you saw his eyes, around the bartender. You hadn’t done much and it hadn’t been long, but you felt different enough to ensure you’d come back from this trip a changed person.
“Let’s get settled. Sleeping on a yacht in the ocean…It’s like a waterbed. Best sleep of your life..” There was no need to promise. Namjoon had already guaranteed it. From the pleasant and relaxing heaviness seeping through every limb, this would be the most refreshing night of sleep you’d had in a long time.
And when it came to vacations and resorts, this would lead the pack for a long time too.
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You buckled the lap belt long before the flight leveled out and reclined back into your seat. It was routine. Everything, going off without a hitch. At the airport reasonably early. Breezing through security. And now, perfectly situated–magazine on your lap. Earplugs prepped for insertion. Carry on tucked under your seat. Your final step in the ‘routine’ was a look out the window.
Cruising altitude was a few minutes away, but peeking out the small window to your left, you could see it all easily enough.
The island. Large, pale squares of the resort’s most prominent buildings. Even the darker red clay tiles of the resort bar. Where your best night had begun. Better than the hikes. Better than the tours of the ancient landmarks.
And out there, at the shoreline, the thin white trail of the waves rushing at the shore line, then ebbing away as they slid back to where they’d come: the vast and endless ocean. You couldn’t make out figures on the beach anymore, from this high up.
And because of that, you knew looking for Namjoon was fruitless, until the moment you saw it: his ship there, anchored further down the shore, opposite from where you’d found him. A single, elongated white shape, alone on the blue.
For a moment a pang of sadness filled you dangerously to the top, bringing a brief heat to your eyes, but you blinked it away, smiling against the thick plastic of the window. You focused on his boat for a bit longer, then shut the window shade.
It was how you needed to leave things: the last sight should be what had made the most impact in your memory: Namjoon. And his smile as he let your hand go first,when you’d left this morning. Early–just before the sun was fully out, sweatshirt shapeless on your form, eyes puffy from sleep but still struggling to drink him in so close.
And what he’d said–that he’d see you again... How did you know?
Show and prove came in the form of a link: a text with a link. When you clicked it brought up a calendar with Namjoon’s name. There wasn't much detail beyond dates and locations--blocks of color hashing out days at a time.
Whoever Namjoon was here at the resort, beyond the boundaries and back in daily life, he was regimented. Private. Very secure. Protective of his time and much, much more.
Those walls were high but for a few hours he'd given you a peek over. This text brought them down again--something you had a feeling did not come easy or often.
He meant what he said. 'I'll see you again.'
Scrolling forward through his calendar, for a few months from now, you knew exactly when. Your mind was already doing the math farther ahead. Finding that perfect alignment.
All you had to do was pick a date and fly there. From here,and no matter how far apart you were, it was just a matter of time.
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𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝.
Summary: Kang YN was only in London to support her sister. Instead she finds love.
W/c: 4.3k 😂.
Genres/Tropes: Written One Shot. Regency au. Bridgerton au. Strangers to lovers. Love at first sight. Fluff. Comedy. I'm not the nicest to Eloise and I am not going to apologise for it.
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AN: This was supposed to be short and simple, a little fun one shot, Instead Im here with over 4,000 words. This has been a labour of love that I've spent the last week writing so feedback will be very appreciated please. Cause it's so long there's a read more 😂.
Enhypen Masterlist
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You did not want to be here. This was only the first ball of the season, and you were already done with it all. The only reason you even agreed to come for this season was because you wanted to help Jennie unnie.
A new Duchess, somehow Jennie unnie had become a favourite of the Queen’s and for that reason, you had been roped into coming and helping her out. You didn’t hate that, you thought your brother-in-law, one Kim Namjoon, Duke of Kennington was pretty cool.
That’s a lie, when you first met the guy, you thought he was the biggest nerd ever. It didn’t surprise you in the slightest that your well read, always curious sister found her soulmate in a genius.
They were adorable from start of last season till now. However, what you didn’t want was for Jennie unnie to rope you into helping her for this new season. After the drama of last season, you just wanted to fade into obscurity.
But no, you were stuck at this ball, doing Jennie unnie’s bidding. Looking around and taking notes about what went well and didn’t at Lady Danbury’s ball so you can report to Jennie unnie of how she could make her ball the best on of this season.
The small reprieve was that you’d made friends with Penelope Featherington, who was a brilliant young lady, with wit and charm. You didn’t understand how she wasn’t married to some equally handsome and wealthy lord.
The gentlemen of the ton if you were being honest left much to be desired. These so-called gentlemen. You’d read Lady Whistledown and done your own research into the most popular of them.
You knew Penelope held a flame for the third Bridgerton son but really after what he’d said about her, you personally wouldn’t forgive him but from conversations with Penelope revealed, she was more than ready to forgive if there was a good reason.
Jennie unnie and you had worked hard to make Penelope shine this season, getting her out of the control of her horrible mother, was only the first step. Getting her wonderfully made dresses that suited her was the next. And now here at this ball, making use of your knowledge and your brother’s connections to get Penelope on the radar of the type of gentlemen who would be perfect for her.
You were proud to say that this plan of yours was working. Penelope was happily dancing with a Lord Justin Jeon and from the looks of it, he seemed quite taken with her.
“Miss YN, how is Jennie unnie and brother-in-law? Are they well, Namjoon hasn’t replied to my letters” You heard Mr Benedict Bridgerton. So busy in watching Penelope, you hadn’t seen him come and stand next to you with his younger sister Eloise.
“Unnie is great, Namjoon oppa hasn’t broken anything in quite a few days so all is well in their household. I don’t know why you are worried about your letters not being replied to when you seem to come and crash at my brother’s residence every day it would seem Mr Bridgerton” You replied, turning to give him a smile.
You did like Benedict Bridgerton, he was a good sort and a very good friend to your brother-in-law. What you didn’t like was his younger brother and sister who unfortunately was scowling, looking at Penelope dancing.
“The sister of last season’s diamond shouldn’t be standing on the outskirts of the ball, I say this dance is almost ending. Would you give me the pleasure of the next dance my lady?” Benedict said smiling at you. You couldn’t help but giggle at what he said.
He knew as well as you did that you didn’t enjoy dancing, you never had. Too many instances of having your foot stepped on by men and consequently broken feet because of them had led to you apprehension.
Thankfully you were saved from replying as Penelope and Lord Jeon returned to where you were standing. The bright smile Penelope was wearing had faded in seeing Eloise who from the looks of it was attempting to murder Penelope with her eyes.
The atmosphere had gone from jovial to tense, in a way even Lord Jeon could feel it. Seeing Eloise was seconds away from erupting on Penelope, you made the choice to lead her away, taking her arm without saying anything to the others around and took her towards the refreshments table.
You never got there however as you were bumped into by a gentleman. It seemed like he had been pushed by his friends as they were standing by watching with wide eyes and Penelope looked at you are wondering what your reaction was going to be.
The shock of being bumped into you faded in seconds as you realised that there was lemonade running down the front of your dress. You looked down at your ruined dress, it wasn’t a favourite of yours, but you were still mad, this gentlemen had ruined your dress. You looked up at him ready to shout at him, propriety be damned.
That’s when you noticed the group of gentlemen that had pushed this gentleman in your way. Viscount Park Jimin was laughing with his stupid friends. Not caring about the poor boy who was apologising to you, ignoring him and Penelope’s attempts at calming you down. You made your way to him.
Not expecting you to come to him, Jimin looked at you in shock as you stood in front of him in anger. Although he had expected your anger, he was hoping it would be aimed at the boy he sent to spill his drink on you. Then again, he did want your attention for a reason.
“Milord, you think you are so very funny but in reality, you are not funny and showing yourself to be a child” you said scathingly. This man, he did not deserve to be called a gentleman with how he acted, and you had been dealing with him since before Jennie unnie got married to Namjoon oppa. You didn’t know why he took so much joy out of making fun of you or teasing you.
“Oh, such words from such a pretty mouth, does your dear brother and sister know you have a tongue as sharp as knives” Jimin said, his eyes gleaning with amusement. Every interaction proved his hunch about you correct.
You were the perfect lady for his younger brother. Now all he had to do was get you to interact, fall in love and his younger brother would be set for life. Not to mention, he would get the acute joy of being the annoying older brother that Namjoon wasn’t in your life.
Not dignifying Jimin with an answer, you walked away and went back to Penelope. Telling her that the two of you were leaving.
At home, you ranted and raved to Jennie unnie and brother about how much Park Jimin got on your nerves. Namjoon oppa just laughed, knowing that Jimin only did it to get under your skin and he was testing to see if you were a good match for his younger brother.
Jennie unnie, played the part of sympathetic sister but inwardly thought it was quite good that you’d found your match in terms of arguing, bantering and messing around with.
A few days later, your small little family was having a picnic, you were telling Penelope about some of the shenanigans that came with Jennie unnie’s wedding. Things that never made it into Lady Whistledown.
Your sister stopped you to tell you about how you were having guests for dinner.
“Unnie why are you inviting that heathen of a man Viscount Park. Is it not bad enough that I must deal with him at all the balls, now you want me to have dinner with the man too” You whined. You knew Jimin liked to wind you up and it annoyed you to no end that he succeeded in annoying you. Being made to play nice at dinner was the last thing you wanted.
“My dear sister, we are meeting his younger brother, I haven’t seen Sunghoon since the lad went off to university, you’d like him you know, he’s a good sort” Namjoon oppa told you smiling at the way you refused to admit that despite all the annoying each other, You and Jimin did share a strong sibling bond.
“Well, if he’s anything like that man, I do not want to make his acquaintance” you said before turning to Penelope.
“Do you think if we just turn up at Lady Danbury’s for dinner tomorrow, she’ll kick us out?” you asked Penelope. Who laughed at the absurdity of your suggestion, of course Lady Danbury would kick you out for turning up uninvited.
Logically you knew this but it was nice making Penelope laugh, she had been sombre in the last few days since that unfortunate ball where you had lemonade thrown on you and in the time you went to confront Jimin.
Eloise Bridgerton had found Penelope and it was lucky that the second oldest Bridgerton daughter had left by the time you got there because by the way Penelope had looked, you already annoyed would’ve lashed out at her.
“Madame, I’d think you should meet me before judging me on my brothers’ atrocious manners” A voice you didn’t recognise remarked from behind you. Turning around you saw a beautiful man, with the most alluring brown eyes, his hair styled in the way most men styled their hair but it looked royal on him.
He wasn’t wearing anything extraordinary, but he looked fascinating. You had never cared for handsome men. They were dime a dozen in the London ton but there was something about this handsome gentleman, you wanted to know more about him.
A throat clearing, had you turning to look at your sworn enemy. Park Jimin was smirking at you. Why was he smirking, you still felt in a daze, you hadn’t recovered from gazing at the most handsome man you’d ever seen. It took you a few more seconds to blink and regain your mind.
That is when you made the connection. The reason Jimin was smirking at you, somehow this pest of a man was related to the most handsome man you’d just seen. This was horrible.
Jimin wanted to burst out laughing. You and Sunghoon had been staring at each other for much longer than should have been allowed. The way you both were gazing into each other’s eyes.
If Jimin believed, he would think this was love at first sight. His matchmaking skills were brilliant, last season he got Jennie and Namjoon hyung together and now this season he will get his brother and you together. Maybe with one son married, his mother will leave him alone about marriage.
Sunghoon couldn’t believe he was in the presence of a literal goddess. This lady, sitting with Namjoon hyung and who he presumed was Namjoon hyungs wife and Miss Penelope Featherington. She was the type of lady the poets wrote poems about, the type of beauty that caused wars. He had been blessed by the gods that this beautiful lady was gazing at him.
Sunghoon had been ready to snap at his Jimin hyung when he cleared his throat and took your attention away from him. But in looking at his hyung, he saw that self-satisfied look in his eye. Oh lord help him, his brother planned this. He had something up his sleeve.
In any other situation, Sunghoon would try to get out of whatever scheme his brother had cooked up. They generally didn’t end well for Sunghoon, it was either lectures from his mother or lectures from his father.
He hasn’t decided which was worse, his father’s disappointment or his mother’s exasperation at his antics. Even though he tried to explain that it was never his fault but no one believed him.
His hyung was an expert at getting out of trouble and making sure that Sunghoon got into it. However, in this case if it involved this beautiful lady, he would happily go along with his hyungs scheme. For once this scheme would be in his favour, he would get to reap the benefits of it.
“So, YN are you still unhappy about Jimin and his brother joining us for dinner” Jennie unnie teased. Glaring at her, you saw everyone looking at you are awaiting your reply. The temptation to get up and run was real but that was far from lady like behaviour. Thankfully you were saved from replying by a sudden unexpected summer storm.
The rain saved you and you would forever be grateful to that. The rain also gave you a wonderful view of handsome men in wet clothing. You knew Jennie unnie was admiring Namjoon oppa, Penelope was very openly looking at Jimin’s six pack that had become obvious with his shirt sticking to his chest. In that same vein, you were having the time of your life looking at Park Sunghoon, dripping wet.
Dinner that night was an interesting affair for the whole family. Jennie unnie, Namjoon oppa and Jimin were not even hiding the fact that they’re matchmaking scheme was working brilliantly. Penelope was amazed at how you went from a young lady that never blushed or cared for a gentlemen’s attention, was preening, swooning and smiling beautifully at Park Sunghoon.
Then again Park Sunghoon was acting the exact same way. Penelope had never seen a man prouder of himself for being the reason a lady smiled. It was adorable to see how enchanted with each other you both were.
Penelope had the privilege of seeing a love match being made right in front of her eyes. She’d seen the previous matches of Daphne and Anthony; it was known in the ton that Bridgerton’s only ever had love matches.
Penelope had even had a hand in helping these couples. Probably not in the best way but her whole point was to show a mirror to the ton of their hypocrisies. It made sense why Eloise hated her, most of the time Penelope hated herself for what she had done. Penelope shook her head, looking back at the sweet beginnings of a love she hoped would last a lifetime.
You couldn’t help yourself in how you kept glancing at Sunghoon. That felt new, he had given you leave to use his first name. It felt almost illegal to be able to say his first name. This man had come out of nowhere into your life and it was only the second meeting, first actual conversation and you wanted all his attention on you all the time.
You wanted to unravel all his secrets, know each and every thing about him. Stand by his side during the bad, horrible and absolutely dreadful times. You also wanted to be there during the good, happy and blissfully content times.
You didn’t believe in love at first sight but that is what it seemed to be happening here with you. You didn’t understand it, how did this man completely make you want to live a life as his wife when you barely knew each other.
“That is what courting is for dear sister, to get to know this man you want to spend your life with” You turned to Jennie unnie confused and then looked around the dining room, the men it seemed had gone into the smoking room, not that any of the men smoked but they were probably gossiping more than you ladies were. It wasn’t unheard for you to get so carried away in your own thoughts that you completely miss what is going on around you.
“Did I completely miss the end of dinner? Lord help me I’m making such a fool in front of Sunghoon” You cried appalled, this was just what you needed for your future husband to think that you were one of those ladies that spent more time wool gathering than actually doing lady like pursuits.
Namjoon once, the men were in his office. Turned to Sunghoon. He knew exactly what he wanted to say to his maybe not even maybe future brother in law. After tonight’s dinner it was only a matter of time before Sunghoon became a part of your small little family.
“Sunghoon it should go without saying that my priority is my sister. You have no doubt heard from your brother how dear she is to me. Therefore, I should let you know that you aren’t the only person to come enquiring about YNs hand, whether it be wanting to court her or bringing a proposal” Namjoon told Sunghoon and Jimin. Though he was sure that it didn’t mean anything as YN had told him her opinions of these various gentlemen and the simple fact that she didn’t like them enough to marry or be courted by them.
Jimin looked at Namjoon confused, this information was something Namjoon had kept from him, which was unfair of him. Jimin should be aware of how much competition his brother has. More importantly Jimin needs to know their names so he can tell them to back off from his future sister-in-law.
Sunghoon didn’t know how to react to the information presented to him. He was at war with himself about how to react with this information.
On the one hand there was jealousy and the other hand there as fear. He was jealous of the gentlemen that had shown interest in you already and the fear was what if you already had feelings for one of these gentlemen.
Which wasn’t an issue, he was willing to fight for you. If he had to show you that he was the perfect gentlemen for you then he will. This dinner only solidified his feelings for you and now he couldn’t wait to court you.
“Namjoon hyung, I will be asking YN to dance with me twice at the next ball and before I leave tonight, I’d like to ask for her hand in courting. Her opinion is first and foremost to me, even more than yours hyung” Sunghoon said. He knew that what he said was out there and that this might ruin his standing with Namjoon hyung. But it was important for Namjoon hyung to know where exactly he stood when it came to you.
“You want to court me? After the fool I’ve been making of myself in front of you” Sunghoon heard YN say from behind him. He turned to look at her, there she was standing behind him asking him the silliest question. Which solidified that he was falling in love with the right person for him.
“Madame, you have intrigued me from the beginning and the more I find out the more I want to sit with you and talk about every single thing in the world. Not just that but I hate balls, the fakeness of these events is tiring to say the least but with you, I want to go to every ball because it gives me the opportunity to dance with you, show off to the entire ton that I have the most beautiful lady on my arm” Sunghoon said, looking you straight in the eye. He was praying that this speech of his had endeared you to him, that he had a chance to win your love.
You didn’t know how to reply to him. This was something that you dreamed of. Finding the man of your dreams, who saw you and wanted to get to know you. This was unreal and you were so shocked that you just nodded to his question. You couldn’t wait to start this new adventure.
That night was spent staying up with Jennie unnie and Penelope giggling about the fact that you were now courting and you had a suitor.
Since Sunghoon had become your suitor. You didn’t have a dull day. Everyday there were flowers coming from Sunghoon. You didn’t know much about the language of flowers but Penelope took much pleasure in telling you all the meanings of the flowers Sunghoon was sending you.
It was getting to the point that Jennie unnie was giving the flowers away because she had run out of rooms to put the flowers in. With the flowers, Sunghoon would come calling, as early was allowed for men to come calling.
At some point, Namjoon oppa told Sunghoon to just come for breakfast. So, for the last few weeks you’d been having breakfast with Sunghoon. If Sunghoon couldn’t come in the morning, then he would come around in the afternoon to take you on promenades.
Every single ball that you both found yourselves at, Sunghoon was writing his name in your dance card. Making sure that he was dancing with you for your favourite dances.
If you were being honest, you knew you were in love with Sunghoon. How could you not fall in love with this gentleman that was doing all that he could to make you his. Every conversation that you had, the things that you kept on finding out about this man was making you fall deeper and deeper in love with him. You had confided in Jennie unnie and Penelope that if Sunghoon didn’t propose soon then you would be asking him to marry you. Unheard of for women to be the one asking but you were getting impatient and wanted to marry Sunghoon already.
Now it was halfway through the season, and you were having the time of your life being courted and falling in love with the gentleman courting you. Jennie Unnie’s ball was tonight, it was the marking of the halfway point of the season. It was crazy that you didn’t want to be a part of this season and now you were having so much fun that you didn’t want the season to end.
Your sister and brother-in-law were greeting people and you were around the ballroom making sure everything was going well there.
Penelope was going back and forth with you about the dinner table and kitchen. Making sure its all going perfectly. The Queen had already made her appearance, she seemed very happy with this ball.
She made a small speech and then left in a flamboyant manner fitting of a queen. She was also very interested in your courtship with Sunghoon. You were pretty sure she had told Jennie unnie that she would sponsor the wedding.
A hand on your arm made you turn to the person who touched you. Seeing that it was Sunghoon you smiled. He tilted his head towards the orchestra that were starting to play music for the waltz. Nodding your head, you let him lead you onto the dancing area. Holding you close, both of you danced. You thought it would be similar to your other dances. Neither of you were a fan of talking during dances so you enjoyed the silence when you danced. Just the music and Sunghoon holding you close were the only things that mattered.
“The last few months have been the most wonderful times of my life. Never have I been happier that I listened to Jimin hyung and came to London for the season. My life was boring and without colour before you Kang YN. You have brought fun, excitement and a whole rainbow into my life. I just have one question, will you do me the honour of being my wife?” Sunghoon said as you were dancing. You looked at him in shock. Did he just propose while you were dancing, had you just imagined that you didn’t know what just happened.
“Milady if you are going to reject me, please let me know” Sunghoon said as he walked with you from the dance floor to where you had been before standing with Penelope.
Turning to Sunghoon to give him his reply, you stopped. Just looked in his eyes, you both had a few conversations in those moments, unsaid words, things neither of you were brave enough to voice but could be conveyed through your eyes.
“Well after such an impassioned proposal, how can I say no.” You said to Sunghoon a little loudly. Knowing that all those around you were listening to this conversation. After hearing what you said, Jennie unnie came barrelling towards you and swept you into a hug. She was so happy for you. Namjoon oppa was happy you were happy, and it was so obvious how much Sunghoon loved you. Once your sister let go of you, Namjoon oppa gave you a short hug and let Penelope hug you tightly as well. After the hug, you saw Jimin smirking at you.
“I am not living with this man. Once we are married, your brother is not allowed in our home” You said to Sunghoon, that made both men laugh but Jimin stopped when he saw that you had a blank expression. You were being serious. Just as he was going to retort, you burst out laughing.
“Oh dear sister, you had me there. I was about to use my status to make sure I can visit my brother and new sister” Jimin said jokingly. He would never pull rank on you and Sunghoon. He would turn up regardless of your wishes anyway but you both knew that the teasing was your way of showing affection to each other.
“Well now we have to tell the Queen, shes very adamant that this wedding she sponsors ends better than the last one” Jennie unnie said. She was slightly put out that she wouldn’t get to plan your wedding like you had helped her.
But with the Queen footing the bill, you had to go with whatever she wanted. Although considering the Queen wanted this wedding to be a success, she may be more willing to let you sisters have the things you wanted at your wedding.
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Under the Light of the ARMY Bomb | KNJ
Pair: Namjoon x idol reader
Summary: Surprising your long-distance boyfriend as a singer has its perks. But when an unexpected double surprise came for ARMY’s in the stadium that day, it was the absolute highlight of the event.
Genre: Pure tooth-rotting fluff, idol reader, idol Namjoon, established relationship au
WC: 1189
If you are ARMY, regardless of whether you have attended BTS concerts in person or virtually or even if you were just watching through clips, you know the exhilarating energy that they possess. Together with that, ARMY’s cheers and sing-alongs make the environment a thoroughly different environment.
Today marks the last day of the world tour for BTS and they were performing at the Seoul Olympic Stadium. Even standing outside, you were already alight with energy, a sea of ARMY’s waving their light sticks and singing along to the electrifying performance on stage. From the little slit along the stages, you saw Namjoon commanding the stage with his powerful presence, leading his members with equal amounts of charisma.
Every time, you would be part of the audience - a part of ARMY. But today will be unlike any other. Today, you had fully intended to join them on stage and give Namjoon the fright of his life.
Amidst the crowd, you were hiding in plain sight. With your own fandom and performances, it was rare to find a moment of spare time where the both of you could just enjoy each other’s presence without the worry of the future. It has been four years since the both of you have come out to the public about your relationship. Saying that there were no hard times would be a big fat lie.
You got threats on threats, making you constantly fear for your life. But there was also a section of ARMY and your own fan base that gave a positive output. You had changed your energy from them and did your best for them. You were glad that over time, people also grew accustomed to the fact that the both of you were dating. Not to say that there were no haters but just… lesser than before.
When you found out that your precious boyfriend and his brothers were performing in Seoul, you couldn't resist the temptation of surprising him. Of course, you had told his members and talked to the company and their managers, ensuring that it was indeed okay for the surprise to happen. Arranging the preparation with the help of BTS’s management, it was still a challenge to keep your presence a secret from your boyfriend. The boys were not the best at keeping secrets from Joon and his sharp eyes just seemed to see everything. And your resistance was diminishing by each second when you see your boyfriend performing, hot as shit and cursing his way through.
But it was all part of the thrill.
As the concert reached its peak and the vocal line was performing ‘Dimple’, you slinked backstage with the rest of the dancers, heart thumping with anticipation. The crowd was in a frenzy and this was the perfect moment.
Joining the line of backup dancers as they got onto the stage, shrouded in a hoodie and a cap, the spotlight was completely focused on the vocal line, allowing you a few seconds to prepare.
As they got to the chorus, you stepped forward, voice steady and heart full of love and excitement. The vocal line continued singing with you, harmonising their voices with yours with ease. In the background, ARMY’S cheers increased in volume as the ARMY bombs went crazy, but all you could see was Namjoon’s surprised expression. It took a moment for the realisation to set in that you were actually here. The wide smile that adorned his lips made your heart explode.
All that waiting was worth it.
It was unforgettable.
You and the boys continued performing, having the best time teasing their leader during the remainder of the song. As you faced ARMY and waved your own ARMY bomb, you could feel Namjoon’s eyes on you the whole time. But he couldn’t seem to take them off of you as the crowd erupted into cheers and applause as you bowed to them. Your presence on the stage was unexpected and everybody was living off it - including him. It was the best surprise that he could have ever asked for.
When the song ended, Namjoon ran out from backstage, clumsily tripping over himself. As he stepped forward, his hands trembled uncontrollably when he held your own. The rest of the boys were rowdy behind the both of you, shouting and teasing, revelling in the romantic surprise unfolding before their eyes. But all of that turns into the background when Namjoon looks into your eyes. All he could see… was you.
The crowd quickly hushed as Namjoon spoke, his voice thick with emotion. “Y/N, what an announcement spoiler you are.” He laughed. “From the moment we met, from the days we spent together to the nights after every concert and phone call, I’ve always been thinking about it. You brought so much light into my life, to the rest of the boys, and to ARMY. I wanted to tell you when we decided to go on that date two days later but after this surprise, I can’t think of a better time to ask than now.”
The crowd went crazy and then went silent again.
Tears welled in your eyes as your heart rate rose to a dangerous level just thinking of the possibility of -
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up every day with you by my side and go to sleep every night with you in my arms.” Namjoon kneeled down on one knee, an open ring box in one hand and a microphone in the other. “Will you marry me? Can you take this clumsy, absolutely hopeless kitchen man in?”
The stadium fell into absolute silence, the air tense with anticipation.
But you didn’t hesitate. There were so many things you wanted to say but the words caught in your throat. Your mind was moving miles per second but all you could say was, “Yes! Yes, oh my gosh Namjoon, yes!”
The stadium erupted in applause and maybe you were just high from the adrenaline, but you swore that even the ground was shaking. But it was because of the cheers from the crowd and the ecstatic reactions of the rest of the members that made the moment even more unforgettable. Namjoon slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing the promise of a lifetime together. Namjoon’s hand cupped the back of your neck and brought you in for a heated kiss.
You prepared a surprise for him but got a larger surprise instead. You knew that you were going to forever be teased on this by the boys but you couldn't bring yourself to care. It was you and Namjoon - against the world.
As the concert continued, the atmosphere was even more electric. The unexpected love and joy in the air was palpable and your surprise appearance and engagement became the highlight of the night. Namjoon’s confession of love in front of thousands of fans marked a clear, new beginning - not just for you as a couple but for BTS and their dedicated ARMY as well.
It was a night of music, love, and memories that none would forget.
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BDAY
Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Namjoon x reader
WC: 1.7k
Tags:
Rough Oral sex- male receive
Photo shoot
Threesome F/M/M
Vaginal Fingering
Slight daddy kink
Double penetration two holes
Double creampie
An: This one-shot was made for my dear friend's bday. The inspiration for this fic came from an edit where JK was lying across the couch with a camera in his hand. Shout-out to the owner and Creator of this edit, you are truly talented and amazing💜. This was written to Acquainted by The Weeknd.
**Credit to the owner of the gifs**
Your bday just seemed like every other normal day but you wanted to do something special and get a photoshoot done to feel extra nice for the evening. You spoke with some friends and they told you about an amazing new photographer in town. They highly recommended him to you after many months of thought and preparations. You spoke with him on the phone to get all of the details of the date and what you're looking for. Your friend Olivia squealed, "Girl, you're gonna leave the shoot feeling like a brand new bitch." Rolling your eyes at her, "Girl, it's just pictures, Chill out homie." She starts to blush, "Uh huh, sureee... You'll see very soon." On August 16, after work, typing in his address to the studio and drove to where he was located. Driving down the bumpy roads and passing a few streets with abandoned buildings. You were turning down the music to make sure this was the building he was working out of.
Why would a photographer work in this part of town? You thought to yourself while stepping out of the car and walking towards the building. Staring at the address on your phone 613 Euphoria Ave then at the ugly building in front of you, gulping hard when you knock on the door. A stunning man with the biggest brown eyes, and dark hair framing his face, tattoos, and piercings. Your eyes lit up, "Hello... Are you Jungkook?" He towers over you staring down, "Yeah, you're here for our session... Did you bring extra clothes?" He motions for you to come in and the halls were painted dark with small details etched in the walls, chandeliers that were made of rectangular panels. You're heels clack on the hardwood floor, and you take a deep breath, "Ugh yes... Here." Opening your bag and showing him the clothes, he deeply chuckles, "These aren't going to work." Rolling your eyes, "What?! Why not, these are perfect fo-" "Your friends obviously didn't tell you what kind of..." His words trail off as he heads for the door, "I'll be back, wait for me here."
You plop down on the couch fumbling with your thumbs, awaiting his return. Looking at the bowl on his coffee table that held assorted condoms. You were texting Olivia:
Just as you were about to respond again, he returned with the camera around his neck, wearing the tiniest boxers... Choking on nothing, "Fuck.... Um, I like your tattoos." He smirks, "Time to strip my dear, My next client is coming in two hours." Chuckling loudly, "Strip?! What kinda-" "You're wasting my time," licking his lips, "it's a boudoir shoot... So either get naked or leave my studio." Thankfully you wore cute underwear this evening.
Removing your pants and shirt, just as you're about to remove the shoes, he bellows, "Those stay on," cocking his head to the side looking at your curves, "I'll be right back." He brings you thigh-high stockings still in the package, and wiggles his eyebrows, "Put these on." Smirking up at him, "Yes, sir." Nervously sitting on the couch, your face is getting warm when he says, "I like your tattoo sleeve too... Now lay on your back and touch one hand to your face." Snapping some pictures he says, "Ok, now pout your lips, blow a kiss, wink." He wants you to do more advanced poses so he put down the camera and positioned your body in different ways, his hardening bulge rubs against you.
His lips graze yours and he grabs your hands, guiding them up your body and places them on your breast. He whispers, "Are you good? Feel free to do as you please so I can capture those sexy faces." Grabbing your legs and resting them on the back couch cushion and his dick rubs on your forehead. He smiles down at you, "Ahh, very good... Hold that pose." He goes back to the other couch and tells you to relax and pretend you're being fucked. Your face scrunches, "Um, is this what you do with all of your clients." He giggles while taking more shots, "Most of them," looking at you through the camera, "Open your legs... squeeze your tits together." After snapping a few more pictures he tells you there's not enough passion in your face. He leads you to his room, lays you on the bed, and makes a phone call.
"Hyung... You're still in the studio right, we need your help." You sigh on the bed with your eyes closed and can't believe what is happening. Your head shoots up when you feel the weight shift on the bed and a man speaking, "What do you need me to do Kook?" He looks down at you, "Hello gorgeous... I'm Namjoon, Nice to meet you." Smiling at the beautiful tall man with dimples that is nestled between your thighs. "Just do whatever feels right so I can get the best expressions." Before you can say anything, he roughly pins your legs down, grinding into you. The fabric of your thong was soaked as his hips rolled hard into yours. Instantly moaning while Jungkook takes pictures, Joon smiles watching you writhe from his touch and shove two fingers in your mouth. Your moans are muffled and vibrate around them. He slides your thong to the side, takes out his fingers soaked in your saliva, and shoves them into your tight wet cunt. Screaming, "Oh fuck," when he pumps them in and out of you rapidly. Your muscles squeeze around his long slender fingers while his other hand grips your inner thigh. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, leaving you wanting more, he senses this and his big plump lips lick slowly on your clit while he fingers you. He begins to hum around your sensitive bud the faster his tongue flicks. You squeeze your breasts together, biting your bottom lip, and moaning through gritted teeth.
The camera flashes, looking in Namjoon's direction, his eyes locking with yours when he eats you out. Whimpering before your orgasm erupts all over his tongue, his face. He pauses for a minute and asks, "Do you want me to fuck you?" Staring at the beautiful man on top of you, "Y-yes." He laughs at you, "Call me Daddy." Rolling your eyes, "Ughh, what?!" His large hand slaps your clit, causing you to wince in pain, "You heard me..." He rubs and soothes your aching pussy before landing another slap on it. Gripping the sheets in your hands, "Yes, Daddy..." He lines up to your entrance and pounces fast and hard into you. Your eyebrows furrow when you feel a barbell ring on his thick long shaft. Clenching tightly around him, "Oh shit... Ah-ahhhh, fuck."
He bites his lip, "You take me so well princess," his hips rapidly bounce into yours. Tears roll down your face, and you don't notice Jungkook standing closer, taking more pictures. Jungkook blurts out, "Ahh good, wrap your hands around his neck." Obiediently you listened to his command and used your arm with the tattoos on it to grip tight. You moan louder the harder he thrust into you, he grunts, "You like that." Whimpering, "YES," he pounces harder into you, "Yes WHAT! HMMM." Smiling, "Yes Daddy... Mmmm." Suddenly opening your eyes when your dragged to the edge of the bed with your head laying off of the side. Namjoon nudges between your legs, places them on his shoulder, and pounds hard into you while Jungkook's bare tip rubs your mouth, as permission to enter.
His hips rapidly snap, causing his thick girthy length to fill every space of your mouth. Feeling his member glide past your tonsils, his mouth hangs open when you close tight around him. He grumbles, "Oh fuck," your hands tightly grip his ass while his balls slap against your face. Namjoon quickens the pace and moments later, you gush all over him. Your legs tremble and quake then you pull Jungkook out of your mouth, stroking him hard and rough. He groans your name and then leaves the room to search for lube. He returns to the bed and lays down, squirting a generous amount and rubbing it on. He was glistening, "Bring your ass here." Slowly crawling towards him and getting in reverse cowgirl position. Sitting on his erection bouncing up and down while Namjoon rubs your clit in large circles. Your hips buck wildly and he pushes you down so your back presses against Kookie's large chest. He spreads your legs further apart and aggressively rolls his hips. His lips slightly parted and he whimpered, "Damn girl," while pulling down your bra licking and sucking on your nipples. Your hand runs through his hair then Jungkook's hand grasps your throat from behind. His fingers leave a print the harder he holds you. Feeling dizzy, overstimulated, your body tingles, and out of breath as another pending orgasm sneaks up on you. Namjoon bites on your chest, leaving bright red marks then slaps your face as he releases into you.
He pulls out and takes over the camera, snapping pictures when Jungkook holds your hips steady and thrusts harder from underneath. He grunts, "Yeah, uhhh, yeahhh." Your bodies are thumping together and you feel his warm cum empty inside your tight ass. You grip his calves, catching your breath, smiling while Joon takes more pictures. He smiles, "You did amazing, love." You were panting, "Um thank you guys for an amazing session... I hope to return." Moving your hips forward until Jungkook hard dick slips out of your ass, "When do I get the pictures?" He slaps your ass so hard, it stings, leaving a bright red handprint, "Soon, You're going to look so hot... Come, I'll show you where the bathroom is." You get washed and changed, hugging the men tightly, blushing all the way home. You plopped on the couch in your house, giggling because what was meant to be a normal day, turned out to be one of the best nights of your life.
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Interrogated | KNJ
Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)
Wordcount: 6.0k
Genre: smut, a hint of fluff and angst, but lowkey. Basically pwp
Rating: 18+
Synopsis: Namjoon sends a mysteriously threatening text to Vixen. Convinced of her innocence, Vixen confronts him. Little does she know what her lover has planned…
Warning: Swearing, power dynamics, Dom!Namjoon, Sub!Reader, roleplay (professor x student), masturbation (m/f receiving), unprotected oral sex (f receiving), cock worship (mild), dirty talking (description of sexual fantasies, description of blowjob, cumplay), spanking (ass, pussy), marking (hickeys, bites), unprotected sex (stay smart, kiddos), mild assumptions regarding cheating, grabbing (face, hair), mild edging. The power dynamics are extremely delicate because there is some safewording (yellow - slow down), and consent is actively negotiated in a couple moments where Vixen is feeling very delicate. Remember that as a reader, you can always quit reading when a scene gets too much: check in on yourself and feel free to safeword and not finish a piece if you’re no longer aligned with what you’re reading.
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My office. Now.
Namjoon’s message was cryptic to say the least. Also intimidating.
You wondered whether he’d found out just how expensive that beautiful Le Creuset blue casserole was, or maybe you had messed up the watering of one of his tiny trees… It could really be anything.
You don’t usually mess up. You are diligent. Namjoon is a neat man, he knows how he wants stuff done and he gives clear instructions about it. So you keep a page on your Notion account just for his plants, so you always know how or when they need to be watered. You keep lists on lists about small things that make him happy.
His favourite detergent. His favourite fabric softener. His favourite set of sheets. His favourite brand of shampoo.
Being diligent about his preferences fulfils you. It’s like playing a complicated game of Nintendogs. Some quirky, hyper realistic version of Animal Crossing.
With your heart in your throat you open the door to his home studio.
Your fight or flight mechanism is going berserk in your guts, telling you to stand very still and not speak until he speaks first.
Do not give him anything he can use against you.
“Namjoon,” you say, just to make sure he has acknowledged your presence.
He does this dramatic thing where he turns around with his chair.
And your breathing stops.
Wow.
God.
Wow.
“Is this what you wanted, babylove?”
He’s in a charcoal three piece suit. And he’s wearing glasses.
He’s so sexy.
“Yes, sir.” The words come out shy, unsteady.
He snickers. “So I’m ‘sir’ tonight… Interesting.”
He places his elbows on his knees and props his head up, his dragon eyes luring you in.
He’s intimidating and it makes watery want roll in your belly like the surface of a lake being titillated by the breeze.
This is how you play it, how he plays you, his desire like a snake, moving sinuously, insinuating your mind. A siege. A constant siege.
The chemistry between you and him is like an abyss, calm around the edges, and fierce in the depths, with currents so strong and unsuspected that venturing under the surface is dangerous and exciting at the same time.
“Come here, pet.” His voice is as deep as the ocean of your desire, and you walk to him, standing in front of him, eyes to the floor.
“Kneel,” he orders.
You bring your gaze to his face, brow furrowed in disagreement. “But what did I do?” You ask, too confused about what’s coming for you.
“You don’t know?” His expression conveys surprise and disappointment.
“No I don’t?!” You are truly perplexed. It’s not like you did something to provoke such behaviour. Usually you would deliberately tease him if you crave some rough treatment, but this?! Not part of the plan. Dammit, there wasn’t even any plan to start with!
“What did I do?” You ask, wide eyed and sweet mouthed. He can’t resist that, usually.
“It’s yours to tell, sweet cheeks.” He cackles cruelly and you feel torment start to boil in your chest, like ugly, nasty tar.
“I don’t know.” You feel helpless and it’s not a thing you like. It reminds you of feeling cornered, and when you’re cornered you start biting back.
“Then you’re gonna kneel, little thing.”
You frown some more. “No?” you object.
Namjoon arches an eyebrow in disapproval, then leans back against his chair and runs his hands through his hair. His beautiful, dark chocolate hair, your favourite. “Come again, fox?”
“I said no.” You cross your arms in front of your chest.
“Excellent. I gave you a chance to behave and go easy, but as usual you need to make my life impossible.”
“I’m not kneeling for something I don’t even know I did,” you spit back, vitriolic.
“But you’re a smart girl. You have an excellent memory, my love.” He waits some more. “Can’t be that you have forgotten.”
“Is this about my new casserole? Because I love it and you love what I cook with it, so fuck it, I’m not saving money for my god blessed pans and pots. Fuck it!” You turn around, ready to leave, but he’s as fast as a viper, he snaps up and grabs your wrist, pulling you to him, your back pressed to his chest.
It cuts your breath short. You feel even more acidic at the slick, treacherous want pooling between your thighs.
“It’s not for the pan, love,” he whispers at your ear. “Still, thank you for your confession. We’ll deal with that later.” His voice is as dark as the witching hours, obscure and lush and dangerous like a Venus flytrap. And what a silly fly you are.
“What did I do?” You speak, voice tender and thin.
“At this point, I assume you remember, but you don’t think it was that deep, huh?” He bites your earlobe and you whimper, a short, miserable sound that makes him feel wicked and beastly. “Maybe I’ll let you play little detective with it, yes?” He clamps his lips around the curve of your neck, as if you were a ripe peach and he was trying with all his might to hold you with his mouth without even bruising you. It was not a bite, not a kiss, not even anything really. Just the inside of his lips touching your skin. “I know you like your witty games, but I won’t make it easy on you, Vixen.”
You bite your lips, your sex clenching around nothing.
Your breath coming short, your blood rushing wild — he is high on them both, on the crazed thumping of your heart. It feels forbidden.
“Yes,” you say, and you frown at your own word.
“Only if you want it, fox.” Namjoon’s hold gets more gentle. “Remember your safeword, babylove.”
That is the last straw. You turn around for him and look in his eyes. “Yes. Green. Very green,” you tell him. This is your man. This is your safest place on the entire earth. Nothing can go wrong when you’re his.
He pecks your lips with a kiss and you almost forget how dangerous he is to you. “Will you kneel for me now, pretty thing?” He asks, saccharine, and the way his voice bends and breaks into silence makes it one hundred percent certain that he is the one begging, he is the one wanting the most, he is the one who will break of lust.
Your hands touch his waist, using it to prop yourself as you lower.
He caresses your hair fondly as you do so. “Such a good girl. An adorable, obedient, smart girl.” You look up, and he’s so in love, his stomach in knots at how perfect you are. Beautiful, terrifying thing.
He takes a few steps back, sits on his chair and looks at you, still dressed, not a single ounce of indecency on you if not for those sinful eyes, and those wretched and divine lips. “I thought the outfit would be a good enough hint,” he says, standing up again, wanting his full height on you, but also wondering whether he should find a way to prop himself upright.
You blink at him, shake your head innocently and plop your ass on your heels.
He stands again and moves towards you, his steps slow and well-thought. He circles around you, studying your position. He is rather pleased with your hands clasped together behind your back.
Once he is in front of you, he crouches down, looking you in the eye and grabbing your face with one large hand, squishing your cheeks together just a little, your mouth even more improper this way, tender and red, skin flush with excitement. Your pupils are blown wide, so black. “You’re such a doll.” His other hand caresses your head, stopping at your nape. “And I bet you’re soaked, mh?”
You look at the floor, just a tiny bit embarrassed.
He chuckles, and it feels like a purr, like a set of claws tickling down your spine. “Pleased to know it’s true.” He tilts your chin up, and new arousal sends a shiver across your belly. “Are you wearing makeup, love?”
You keep your eyes on his as you shake your head.
He nods to himself, then stands up, interrupting all contact with you. You feel your body sag imperceptibly, but he seems to notice. He loves you being his sunflower, the way you move for him, follow him whenever.
A strong, independent, beautiful woman, polished head to toe, well-mannered, well-educated, elegant, intelligent, unreadable and mysterious, and so classy… You shouldn’t be allowed to new money kids like him. And yet, in those rooms full of strangers, full of men who could perfectly match you, you still chose him, always, over and over. And he reads you, like no one does. He still is the only one who can tell your focus is only somehow shifted his way whenever he’s in the room.
He circles around you again, and again, edging you, letting you sizzle with nerves. And once he pounces, he makes sure not to miss. His hand goes to your hair, tugs at it a little as he forces you up on your knees, your face reaching his hip.
“Isn’t the material of this suit lovely?” He asks, cupping the back of your head and dragging your face across his crotch, the friction delicate as he is afraid of hurting you with the metal of the zipper. He holds back a moan as your cheek connects with his sex through the fabric. “Isn’t it, Vixen?” He asks again, though this time he’s a bit more feral, and speaks through gritted teeth.
“It is, very,” you concede.
His grip gentles. “Colour?”
You shake your head. “Green.” You look up at him, looking for reassurance as you nuzzle your face, your nose, your cheeks and mouth against him, rubbing all over his crotch. Your eyes are piercing through his as you trace him with your nose, with your chin, as if you were learning him with the touch of your face alone.
“Do you want a hint or do you want me to undo my belt?” He asks you, fondling your hair without an ounce of malice.
You try to smart-ass your way out of it and add some sprinkles of sweet talking, just to better your chances. “Can’t I have both?”
God, he loves you. You’re so smart and he loves you. “Not this one time, sweetheart.”
You pout and he loves you even more. “Okay,” you squeak.
He watches you quickly calculate the better route. And then he wants to mess your mouth, because your lips part and he sees your pearly teeth and he watches them wrap around the bit of leather that goes inside the buckle, tugging at it.
You’re wicked and holy and he will die for you.
He would love to watch your struggle. “What are you doing, Vixen.”
You try to act coquettish and innocent as you reply, “If I can remove your belt, then I can ask for the hint and have both.”
His eyes turn into fiery slits. “Cunning fox. Always trying to play by her own rules.”
He stays quiet for a little bit, thinking. “As a reward for your miserable attempt at a coup, you’re getting neither.”
You watch him retreat, no longer touched, no longer fondled or admired. He flops onto his chair and turns around. “Stay there. If you can obey that, then maybe I’ll play with you later.”
You’re staring at the back of the chair. You’re wishing for everything and nothing suddenly. You could stand up and leave. You could crawl your way to him and be a good pet and quit battling around.
But maybe he wants you to be a brat. Maybe he wants you to keep butting heads with him, making him fierce with authority and power.
Maybe he doesn’t want a servant, maybe he wants an opponent. A rival.
The clinking of metal awakens you, then the sound of a zipper. The chair creaks a little and then you recognise the heavy exhale.
Really? And you can’t see? Can’t watch?
Your face turns sour. You’re on the verge of complaining when you hear a moan.
Oh, he’s doing… That.
“Maybe I’ll teach you to listen, this way,” he says, and you feel wetness ooze out of you, it coats your core, seeps into your underwear. “If I damn notice you touched yourself, I will punish you Vixen. And not the way you like, mind you.”
The memory of him edging you last time you went too far has you almost tearing up. “Yes, sir.”
“Fantastic.” He’s a voice without a body right now, denied to your sight. “Would you like to hear what I’m thinking about, fox?”
You hesitate, then nod imperceptibly. He can’t see you, you remind yourself. “Yes,” you mewl.
He clicks his tongue, then you hear a deep mumble, a humming that feels like an earthquake on your body. It presses play to a super cut of him on top of you, below you, behind you, up against you, and endless desire, him drawing pleasure out of you like a puppeteer.
“I’m imagining you under my desk. Mouth full, eyes glossy. You’re licking me up like I’m a popsicle, and the pink of your tongue compliments the red of my dick.” He stops, and you know he’s gathering his thoughts, venturing deeper into the specifics of his fantasy, hyperfocusing on the details until they feel almost real. “You’re there, like a devilish nymph, dressed in a soft, see-through robe with lots of feathers. They tickle you a little, and sometimes you squirm because of it, and it edges me a little, but I love it. You’re lovely and wicked and dirty.” His breathing is a little more laboured now, and you follow it, your hips syncing up without you even realising, and when you do realise, you feel only partly surprised by how deeply you and him connect.
You adore hearing his fantasies. You enjoy playing them out even more.
“Don’t you want me under your table, right now?” You suggest.
“It’s how I wanted you from the start, isn’t it?” He chuckles and slows down his movements. “But you were a brat and you had to mess it all up.”
You want to slap yourself for a quick second, then try to remember that you can still play it as it lays.
“Okay. I’m sorry.”
Namjoon hears the little limp in your voice, he knows you’re truly sorry, but he doesn’t acknowledge it out loud.
“Oh fox… If only you could play fair once. Just for one time.” His words choke a little and you hear him stop moving. He breathes deeply, once, twice. He’s on the edge and he’s holding back, you can tell just from the sound of him, by the depth of his voice, by how ragged it is, how rough and dark. “You could be with your back on my table, screaming by now. I could be inches deep inside you right now. Instead, you make me chase you, like a ghost. Like a dream.”
“I can make you feel good, Namjoon, you know I can.” You try to persuade him, “I can be so good to you. I want nothing but having you in my mouth. Please.”
He quivers at the thought, almost caving him, vibrating with want — no, with need. “No,” he still replies.
You decide to sit silent, in penance, chastising yourself.
You don’t listen to him, you don’t do anything but sit deep in your thoughts, pondering over your knack for insubordination. Not even Namjoon’s deep, growling moans manage to get you out, not even his sweet exhale as he finally meets his pleasure.
He cleans himself up quickly, and when he does turn around and finds you there, staring at the void, he’s almost disappointed that you did exactly as he told you. Your clothes are still on, and you’re precisely where he left you.
He tests you, picks up your hands, turns them around and presses his lips to them, but he can tell you didn’t touch yourself. They have no wetness, no taste, no smell but that of your clean skin.
He questions the look on your face . “What did you do, Vixen?”
You keep your eyes low, avoiding his gaze. “Nothing. I listened, like you told me to.”
Namjoon stares at you, confused, almost worried. You feel your hair being pushed back.
“Vixen?”
You lazily open your eyes to meet his. He seems worried. “What?” Your tone is dry, laconic.
He kneels in front of you and pulls you to him. “You’re such a smart little fox,” he whispers into your hair, his chin propped on the crown of your head. You feel like crying, just a little, because you’re so confused by everything that is happening.
Too chaotic, too incoherent, you can’t make sense of it. Why is the pace so inconsistent?
“I love you, Vixen. I love you a lot, baby.” He kisses your head, again and again. “But I like you much, much better when you toy with me.” He cups your face as he looks into your eyes intently. “When you make my life a little impossible and perfect at the same time.”
“Does this mean I’m allowed to disobey?” You ask, hopeful.
“Just every now and then. Maybe we should get a safeword for when we need to quit the games and just go straight at it.”
You agree with several nods. “Did you want me to disobey you right now?”
He looks at you and yeah… He for sure wanted some mischief. But you’re still in time for that, right…? “I want you to be my stubborn, cunning, clever little Vixen.” His hands feel so big against your cheeks and you abandon yourself in them. “Anything you do makes me so happy. Even when you disobey me.”
You crawl a little closer to him, and he notices it, moves his palms to your waist and gives a gentle squeeze that makes your laugh glitter with joy. “I was scared. I don’t know where this is coming from. I thought I’d better not make my position worse.”
Namjoon’s face softens with a feeling so deep, his body cradling you protectively. “I’m sorry I scared you, Vixen. I love you so bad, babylove.” He kisses you like you hung the entire universe for him and for a second you believe in being extraordinary. He caresses your face and you can tell he has no bad intentions when he says, “but you still owe me an apology,” with the sweetest, least threatening look on his face.
Your brow wavers with genuine unawareness. “I really don’t know what I did.”
The innocence in your eyes is not counterfeited, and he is convinced. But he’s not done with the game.
He kisses the tip of your nose, and you know he now is the gentle lover who’s overly eager to please. “Then since you behaved I’m giving you two bonuses. First, you get a hint. And then I want to see you come, love.”
You lick your lips and he stares at the movement with a slow nod, chasing the pink of your tongue with his hungry eyes. “I wanted to see you come,” you counter, mimicking his tone, with a hint of patronising.
“Let’s consider that a lesson,” comes his composed reply.
You stare at the ceiling, thinking. “What if I don’t want you to watch me come, since you denied me?”
Namjoon’s face is blank for two seconds before he lights up. “Then I guess I can fuck you with my tongue and see how long you resist not coming.”
A shiver runs down your spine. “I guess you can.”
Namjoon’s smirk is cruel and almost manic as he asks, “Colour?”
You shake your head with disbelief and excitement, and you know your smile is the mirror of his as you reply, “Green. Get me on that desk.”
He’s so fast it almost makes your head spin. You’re bent over, and your leggings are so tight and he loves watching the curve of your ass in them. He loves that he can trace your folds with his nose and he can feel the moisture. He bites the curve of your ass and he feels the muscle squeeze as you hiccup at the sudden aggression.
“Shut up, you love it,” he scolds you, with mild mocking. And then both your leggings and your panties are on the floor and dammit, his tongue is inside you.
“You still owe me a hint,” you manage to utter, cheek flush against the desk, wrists pinned to your back by one of his hands.
“Call me teacher, Vixen.” He purrs, and you almost miss it. He sometimes launches the two of you in impromptu roleplay. But…
The suit.
How could you not get it? How did you not?
He’d seen you fawning over him the other day as you rewatched the Dionysus performance. One hundred percent certain.
Maybe he thought you were fantasising about one of his mates? Is he jealous?
Is that even the point? You’re getting tonguefucked, you’re in heaven, he’s got a point to prove, which makes him driven, and a driven Namjoon fucks like a god, like he has a purpose, like a man on a mission. So why apologise about something you just realised you might have potentially messed up — and you’re not even sure about the details — when you can enjoy a very determined Namjoon?
No, you won’t deprive yourself of that. There’s already too much a girl has to say no to.
It’s decided, you’ll play naive and get fucked till you can’t even form sentences anymore, and once he’s spent, you can say sorry about whatever it is and give him some peace of mind.
“Please, teacher, I did nothing wrong! I’ve been your best student!” You whine, pressing your folds against his mouth, grinding against his face, and the middle finger landing on your clit has your vision going blurry. It feels like your entire body is spinning so fast, and the angle bares your clitoris, no longer protected by the hood that usually numbs the stimulation a little.
Your knees buckle and he stops. It’s like he entirely detached himself from you. You can’t feel him and it makes you panic a little. You turn to look at him, but he growls minaciously, “Don’t you dare move.”
So you stay still, especially since this first taste of edging is already too bitter on your tongue.
“I’m admiring how sloppy you are.” His tone is full of himself. “You’re dripping. You’re oozing precum. It’s liquid and glossy and thick.” He stands and slaps your ass, which makes you gasp. The burn is delicious. “Lovely. I adore seeing your pussy clench when I surprise you with a spank.” He widens your stance, exposing you even further, and taps some slight slaps to your folds. “So, any clue what you did wrong, Vixen? Want to apologise to your professor?”
You’re now sure about your decision not to confess. “Not for anything that I know of.” You almost want to grin in victory.
He hums in acknowledgement. And then a spank comes across your bottom. “Such a naughty student. So smart, and yet I think you deliberately act dumb so you get some extra time with me.” He bites your ass again, and this time he stays there, sucking a bruise onto your skin. “Do you do this with other teachers too?” This time his hand moves against your soaked, slippery, warm folds. And then he enters you — only with his digit, sadly.
It causes a strangled moan to leave your throat.
“One would think you’re doing it for your grades, but I’ve seen your tests. They’re perfect without any need for… Incentives.” He adds another finger and you push back, trying to get him knuckle-deep inside you. “Do other teachers get to come in this warm, perfect cunt?” He bends over, and his voice is suddenly so intimate, so close to your ear. “Or do I get special treatment?”
“Just you,” you squeak, your lungs incapable of emitting enough air for proper words.
“Just me, you say…” He wants inside. More than anything. He’s ready to go again and damn him, he just wants to watch his cum slide down all the way to your ankle. Keep you bent over and still until the liquid is tickling you and you’re squirming. “Then you won’t mind me marking you up, so I’m sure that other people will know you’re already owned, mh?”
“Mess me up, please,” you beg, a tad pathetic and so, so needy.
He lowers himself again, using his thumb on your clit, torturing your entrance with his tongue, which is so slick and fleeting and wet, and there’s so little friction, and you need it so much. You try to find purchase on the desk, but you claw at nothing as you get closer and closer to the edge.
And then he stops. And sucks another mark at the curve of your ass.
“Oh, goodness, fuck!” You scream with frustration.
“I’m messing you up, Vixen. Unless you apologise for what you did, then I’ll fuck you proper.” He keeps insisting and maybe he knows you have some idea of what you did and keeps going still. Maybe he wants to break you?
“I can apologise, professor, but you would need to accept me not knowing what I’m asking forgiveness for.”
“Or maybe you’re just a starved little slut who’s so needy that she’s happy with whatever reason to get manhandled.”
That made you frown a little too much. “Colour’s yellow.”
Namjoon takes a couple heartbeats to realise what he did, and then he’s pulling you up, turning you around. He cups your face and you can read the fear in his eyes. “I’m sorry, babylove. I didn’t mean that.” He holds you to his body, tucking your head beneath his chin.
“I’m alright,” you reassure him, hugging him, knowing just how terrified he must be. You do use your yellows every now and then, but it’s rather rare, so it wouldn’t surprise you for him to get scared. You tip your chin against his sternum and stare up at him. “Can you fuck me good enough to get the apology out of me?”
His jaw flexes, and you can see him swallow. “Be honest with me, fox, you do know what you did wrong, didn’t you?”
“I guess I know now… The hint was pretty obvious. I didn’t know it at first. And I’m still not sure about the specifics, but I do know what this is about, circa,” you admit, vague and honest at the same time.
He chuckles. “Well, then…”
You reach to your tiptoes, trying to get a kiss, trying to bask in the taste of you forever marking his lips, his tongue. Mine, mine, mine, the beastly, possessive part of you seems to chant.
He gives you a peck and you let your disappointment show as he pulls away. The hands on your waist help your sweater up, exposing your undershirt and some skin of your torso. Meanwhile you kick off your panties and leggings, which were still scrunched around your calves and ankles.
“You cold, babylove?” He asks apprehensively.
You shake your head and shiver at the same time. “I’m just excited.”
“About me messing you up?” He asks, and he’s excited too, eager and impatient more than the first time. He’s never had sex that got better and better with time, and this, with you? A revelation. He can’t help growing more and more in love with you.
“About you fucking me like a man possessed. You get determined and strong and so, so sexy. Your ambition is like an aphrodisiac,” you admit with a fond smile that feels just a bit silly and humiliating. You never thought you would come to admit that such a small thing has such a high power over your libido.
He grins and leans back, “You wanted that?”
You nod, suddenly very serious.
“You’re so incredibly easy to please, babylove.” He licks his lips and you follow the movements for the millionth time, drawn to him as if each part of your body and his had created a magnetic field by rubbing against each other over and over again. You sit on the desk and he’s undoing his belt and the sight of his hands… Have mercy.
He doesn’t waste time, just slides his slacks and boxers down, not even to his knees, but to his mid-thigh, and he’s grabbing himself, tugging a little, and he has that evil smile, and those dragon eyes, and he’s the god of lust and you want to kneel and worship, but you also want to sit still and enjoy the ride you’re about to be blessed with.
“Lay back. Hand to yourself, naughty thing.” The order is barked out and it makes you want to offer yourself even more selflessly.
Once he enters you, there’s only him, his heat, his girth and the sight of him above you.
“Anything you want to tell me?” He growls.
You tut, shaking your head coquettishly. “I want to apologise…” you let him hope for a second, and then continue, “for being so inexperienced about sex, professor.”
You lower your lashes innocently, stealing a glance at the dark, short hair at his pelvis, at his flesh melting in yours. “I might be a hungry slut indeed. After all, after our first time, I’ve been thinking about this all the time. I don’t want it from anybody else.” You let your expression play the harmless, dependent girl who truly can’t live without her man making love to her — and a part of you really empathises with that. Maybe a part of you has truly become dependent on Namjoon’s way of loving you down. Maybe you really need him taking care of you to stay focused, to function as an adult human being. “I feel complete only when you’re inside me,” and though you know you’re perfectly complete by yourself, that you would survive without him, you love to indulge him with being exceptionally needy.
Namjoon gives a luscious thrust, slow and rolling and it makes you feel so full.
“Girls my age say boys are lazy, and clumsy, yet they fuck all the time even if it’s lame. Some say they like it—” The words choke in your throat as he touches a deliciously sensitive nook of your inner walls. “But I know they’ve never known the pleasure you give me.”
Namjoon leans down, and you look at your hands, at his neck. You think about wrapping your arms behind his shoulders, to get closer.
He leans further down, and it feels like a permission.
You know he’s struggling, so you ease the squeezing of your insides and he seems to find an easy breath.
“If anyone had pleasure like this, I don’t think they would want to do anything but this. I don’t ever want to do anything but this. But your mouth on my cunt, your fingers teasing me…” And this sentence is indeed true. You don’t want sex with anybody else, and sometimes you do wonder if you could just shrug off your responsibilities and turn into his pretty toy. You spend half a second wondering how many weeks it would take for you to get bored of doing nothing but fucking him and being taken care of in return.
“Touch yourself,” he grunts, sliding a hand beneath you, where your back arches in pleasure as he hits the perfect spot with the new angle.
He watches your finger reach down, watches where he moves inside you, and he feels your insides flutter at his focused gaze.
“Come on, Vixen, Come,” he urges you.
You hold your breath, control your kegels for three, maybe five seconds, and then, with your fingers filling your mouth, you explode.
You’re not coherent for almost a minute, and he keeps going, he keeps pushing you.
You place your hand around his throat, a possessive hold with no grip, to avoid hurting him. You’re just claiming him, claiming the power to hurt him but not doing that. His eyes are glossy and dark and his glasses are in the way, but that allows him to focus his eyes on you, and that’s enough.
He’d dishevelled, uncivilised, and you’re not even sure he can comprehend his mother tongue. And yet, you speak, “Sorry, for thirsting over you in that Dionysus video I was watching the other day. Sorry for hiding away as I… relieved myself.”
He nods and kisses you, but the hand around his throat doesn’t allow him anything more than a peck.
“Now you’re getting off me, you’re going to lay on the carpet and I’m gonna ride you until we both come,” you say, assertive and in command.
Namjoon goes still inside you, feeling blessed that he survived your high — and that’s probably thanks to his earlier solo session.
“You think you’re in command?” He asks, eyebrows raised, a mocking expression on his face.
You give a quick, harmless squeeze to his jugular. “I know I’m in command. The point is, do you know it?”
He exits you, removes his jacket, then his vest.
You watch him like a hawk as he undoes the buttons of his shirt, leaving it on and open. The soft curve of his tummy turns you on all over again and you reach with your fingers between your thighs.
He’s so attractive, solid, masculine… He’s powerful the way a gladiator had to be. He removes his slacks next. “Don’t want you dripping all over those,” he says, eyebrow arched in cockiness. You have to swallow as he steps closer, sexy and powerful and confident. You watch him wrap his hand around his sex, red and swollen and pulsing. You watch his lashes as his eyes lower, as he stares at the tip of his dick trace the shape of your folds. He manoeuvres himself slowly, his tongue wetting his lower lip before his jaw unlocks and his mouth hangs open, head tipping back as he enters you with a groan, your mouth still agape at the erotic vision of him. You nod and stare at his pulse echoing at his jugular.
“Lift it up, love,” he purrs, his hands grabbing your ass as he leans over, your arms clasped behind his shoulders.
He’s effortless as he lowers himself and you to the floor, kneeling first, then with your back to the lovely, plush carpet you chose together.
And then he yields his power, rolling so that his back is on the floor.
He moves his hands to your ass, caressing the curve of it, then climbing up your hips, to your waist, tracing you the way he would test the shape of a rounded vase, and the narrow neck of it. You help yourself to the luxuriant fullness of having him inside you, to the lush feel of his girth moving inside you.
He smiles lazily at the wondrous first grind, then moves his hands to your hips, his palms so wide as he grips your hip bones and starts leading your movement. “Fuck yourself on me, love,” he whispers, his chest so alive and full and plush and you can’t wait but to collapse on it, to feel his heart still beating wild as he’s just come inside you, as you lay spent on top of him. “Ride me, babyfox.”
From the grin you give him, he knows you must be related to the devil itself.
“Let me show you what a clever little fox can do,” you speak with a cunning, lustful expression.
His eyes spark up. “God bless Kinky Professor Roleplay,” he speaks in awe.
“Long live,” you agree. And then you get to work.
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Anomalous Fate - New Home
Pairing: OT7 x Reader
Warnings: swearing, mentions of kidnapping, BTS being clueless, reader is overwhelmed and confused.
Author's Note: Finally got the sudden motivation to write this chapter, I had to start from the very beginning because when I wrote about half way through, I closed my laptop and it died while I was at work, and I hadn't saved it so it was completely gone. I do want to say thank you all for your patience, I hope to have another chapter up soon again, but don't be surprised if it doesn't come as quickly. Hope you enjoy it!!
“This is it?” Jungkook asks as he’s looking up at the front of y/n’s apartment building.
“I think so, she stays on the 5th floor,” Jin answers and looks inside, seeing a security guard at the desk, assuring himself that they’ll be fine, he doesn’t pay attention to the rustling behind him, “getting past the front desk shouldn’t be too hard, we just have to act normal.” Jin states and starts toward the door, “Let’s go.”
He enters the building and shoots a friendly smile to the security man, standing in front of the elevator and waiting for it to open, “Okay, so I’ll grab her clothes and bathroom things, you two can-” Jin stops as he double takes his surroundings, “-where are these idiots?”
He’s frantic as he looks around the lobby, trying not to alert the security, he lets out an exasperated sigh and decides to just go up alone, “I should’ve just brought Namjoon and Hoba.”
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As soon as Jin is in the apartment, he quickly notices the huge pile of shoes beside the door and four separate rooms, “She has roommates? Great, how are we going to explain this one?”
Jin shakes his head and quickly gets to work, checking all the rooms before finally finding y/n’s, going inside, and grabbing the suitcases he finds in her closet, stuffing whatever clothes he can find, wanting to get out as fast as he can as they still have a flight to catch in about 20 minutes now.
He jumps when he hears a bump from the living room and the panic sets in, thinking he’s caught red handed.
He’s debating all his options of escaping when he hears two hushed voices coming from the living room,
“Is Jin hyung here yet?”
“I don’t know, he wasn’t following us.”
He listens to the two boys and rolls his eyes, walking out of the room and jumping when Jungkook and Taehyung shriek in surprise, “Shhhhh!” he scolds them, motioning them with his hands
“Holy shit hyung, you scared us.” Jungkook holds his chest and Taehyung nods in agreement
“Why did you go through the window when we have her keys for a reason??” Jin questions, second guessing his decision on bringing the two youngest members with him.
“Because we’re breaking and entering…?” Jungkook whispers, Jin shakes his head, “It’s not breaking and entering if we have the key! If anyone asks, just say we’re getting clothes for our cousin who is in the hospital with a broken collarbone.” He explains.
“ummmm, pretty sure it’s still breaking and entering.” Jungkook counters and Taehyung pipes up, “Plus, it’s way cooler to say breaking and entering.”
“Oh nevermind! Just help me get her clothes packed.” Jin leads the way into her bedroom and grabs the suitcases from her closet, opening one up and taking it into her bathroom.
As the two maknaes are folding her clothes, Jin is looking around the place for little things he thinks she might need. He stumbles upon her nightstand and opens the drawers, fidgeting around until he spots a necklace.
As he inspects it, he feels a drop in his stomach and a pull in his chest before quickly shoving it in her suitcase and zipping it up.
“You guys get everything?” He questions and the other two nod, “I think so.”
“Alright, c’mon, we have a flight to catch.”
They all make their way out, closing her bedroom door and all the lights and just as Jin is putting his shoes back on, he speaks loudly, “Not that way…”
He smirks as he hears them huff and make their way back over to the door, “You’re no fun hyung…”
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“Okay so, how are we getting her on the jet?” Namjoon asks, turning toward everyone
“Jungkook will carry her,” Taehyung shrugs, nodding to the youngest member
Jungkook sputters, flabbergasted, “Why me?”
“Because this is your doing!” Tae retaliates,
“Yeah, you’re the reason she’s passed out” Jimin pipes in,
“Oh, so now I’m the bad guy, last I checked she was alllll our soulmate”
“Well, until she wakes up, she’s just yours”
“That’s not fair!”
“Life isn’t fair,” Jimin sticks his tongue out,
“Okayyyyy, enough,” Joon groans, “I’ll carry her.”
Yoongi rubs at his eyes, checking the time and seeing they have 20 minutes to get to the airport, “Let’s get going, I’m tired and I need to sleep.”
“He’s right, we don’t have much time, c’mon.” Hobi quickly agrees with Yoongi’s words and soon, all the boys and the sleeping y/n are making their way down to their car.
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After a 14-hour flight, the boys arrived in Seoul, and after much deliberation on the ride home, ensured that the staff would exit the plane last so they could get y/n to a secure exit without looking too suspicious.
As the boys went to the main exit, followed by dispatch and a couple fans, their makeup artists and stylists took the emergency exit that was right beside the corridor, hopping into a van with the girl, and driving straight to the dorms.
Once they arrived, they took y/n into one of the rooms there, laying her on the bed and quickly making their exit, but not before sliding the keys under the door.
The 5 women began speaking in their native tongue while waiting for the elevator,
“I’ve gotten a lot of weird requests from these boys, but that has got to be the worst by far.”
“No kidding, would’ve been easier if they just moved to the states.”
All 5 huffed a laugh and made their way back to the HYBE building.
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“If she’s still passed out by the time we’re home Jungkook, I’m charging you myself” Jin speaks, looking pointedly at his member
“She’ll be fine hyung, you worry too much.” Jungkook shakes his head, “She’ll be fine.
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Y/N opens her eyes, groaning in pain. She rubs at her head, feeling the worst headache ever, but when she’s acquainted to the sunlight from the window, she panics when she doesn’t recognize the ceiling.
She sits up abruptly, wincing at the headache, and immediately stands up, wobbling around the room, the effects from whatever was on that cloth obviously not worn completely off
“Where the fuck am i?’ she thinks to herself, looking around the room and seeing a couple shirts on the floor and some boxers, her eyes widen when she thinks of the worst, glancing down and seeing her clothes from the night at work
“How long has it been?”
Her head snaps up when she hears keys jingle at the door, gasping and grabbing the closest thing to her that she can use to defend herself with, which happens to be a weight, about 20 pounds, but it’ll do.
She slowly walks out and down the hallway, and just as the door swings open, she immediately winds her arm back, planning on throwing it toward whoever kidnapped her but freezes when she’s met with seven pairs of very familiar eyes,
“What the fuck?!”
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All seven boys are seated nervously on the couches in the living room, staring at the girl in the middle of the floor, waiting for her to speak.
“So, you were the ones in the Uber?”
They nod.
“And you broke into my apartment?”
They nod.
“And you brought me to Korea?”
They nod.
“Because I’m your soulmate?”
They nod.
“You kidnapped me because I’m your soulmate?”
They nod.
“Me?”
“Yes, please keep up with us.” Jimin quips,
y/n raises her eyebrow, “Well excuse me for finding this situation a bit-”
Taehyung interrupts her, “Cute? Adorable? Brave? Meant to be?”
“CRAZY…” y/n makes sure to pronounce the word efficiently, “I mean, you do realize people are going to be looking for me right?”
“My coworkers, my roommates, my parents, my classmates, hell, my university will be looking for me.” She tries to reason but all she gets are shakings of each head
“Actually, we called your job, told them you would be moving and unable to work, since you were there for less than six months, legally you don’t have to put a two week’s notice in.”
“And, regarding your university, we’re actually putting you into the exchange program they offer, it’s still in the works but basically, a student will be swapping with you for the same degree you are completing, that way you can attend classes here.”
“Your roommates know you’re on your way here, we basically texted them that you didn’t actually go to work but you were meeting with your advisor about the exchange program, and they suggested coming to Seoul to meet with the student you would be swapping with. When they asked why it was so sudden, we just said you wanted it to be kept secret.”
“That actually worked?” y/n questioned and Namjoon tilts his head, “That one was tricky and took a lot more explaining but once we sent a picture of you ‘awake’ on the plane, it worked.”
“So, you really planned everything huh?”
All boys nod, “We had a lot of time on the plane to think about it.”
y/n’s eyes well up with tears, the information sinking in, “I’m never leaving this place am i?”
Jimin quickly tries to calm her down, “No, no, no, no, not ever, just until you get comfortable with this whole situation.”
Hoseok pipes in, “Of course you can go outside and have your phone and laptop, just…” he looks to his members for some help.
Yoongi tries this time, “Just until we’re sure you won’t go to the police, or your friends and family to tell them the truth, I mean, we have a reputation to uphold.”
“And because of that, we have a few rules set in place…” He continues hesitantly.
They hand her a piece of paper with a short list, but she doesn’t pay it any mind,
“We’ll discuss it over dinner, it should be here shortly.”
Namjoon nods, “We’re sorry if this isn’t exactly how you’ve wanted your soulmate story to go, but if you belong to all of us, then there’s no choice.”
“I don’t belong to you guys…” y/n points, “as of right now, I might be your soulmate, but you guys aren’t mine.”
Unaware of how much her words hurt the seven boys’ hearts, they understand and hope she’ll come around eventually.
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