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twoteaspoonsofsuga · 6 years

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My Angel, My World (Yoomin Fanfic)

AN: Well hello BTS ARMY.

Suga is always putting himself down and Jimin is always trying to pick him up. During an intimate encounter Suga starts to get teary and doubts that he deserves Jimin. Jimin sets him straight.

What people failed to understand about Suga, was why exactly he was so motionless all the time. Jimin had explored this side of his hyung when they were roommates. He’s watch Suga endlessly, the elder with his knees to his chest and though he didn’t move an inch, an energy rolled off him. A raw, intense energy that fizzled out any spirit Yoongi seemed to possess.

His body was still, but his mind never stopped. The younger could see in flickering in his eyes like wildfire.

When Jimin came to this realisation it hit him like a guilt train in the heart. For all they had teased him and for all Suga must have struggled in his solitary state, there was another hit. The guilt built more and more until moments later, on that day so long ago, he rolled off his plush couch and shuffled, bare feet to the sofa seat.

Suga was still as the cushion dipped and the film played on, quiet in the background.

“What do you think about so deeply?” Sugar turned his eyes to him. “Should it matter to you?”

“You matter to me, so I think it should.”

Something softened in him, for the briefest of moments. “Do I?”

“Are you slow or something?” Jimin chuckled. “Of course, you matter.”

Suga shrugged. “It’s not important what I think.”

“Yes, it is.

“What do you want?” The tone was clipped. It should have bothered Jimin more. But it didn’t, because by now he knew it was all a mask, a barrier between Suga and the rest of the world.

“I want to help.”

“I don’t need you to. I’m fine.”

“Yoongi.” It was Jimin’s time to be irritated, his jaw set and his puckered lips puffed out. “Just stop this. How much longer do you think you can you go on alone? People care for you. People worry for you. It isn’t fair that you don’t let them feel like they can help you. It makes me feel so helpless when you do this.”

Sugars soft brows furrowed. He stared down at his bare knees under the tears in the denim. For a while Jimin just leaned against the wall, patient and watched him bursting at the seams. So much in that mind, too much in that mind.

“I would feel…guilty. To put my problems onto your shoulders.”

“But I asked you to.”

Suga nodded. Jimin smiled, his first little breakthrough. “What were you thinking?” the younger asked again.

“It’s silly.”

“We are friends with Hoseok. Nothing you can say would sound silly compared with him.” He chuckled, eyes rolling away affectionately.

“Hm…you’re right.” He let his legs out their arm cage. “Okay…um…I don’t know how to say this shit but, do you ever feel… ugly?” There was a beat and then Yoongi closed his eyes. “My god, why did I ask that to you of all people, of course you d-“

“I feel ugly. Now and then.”

Suga’s sparkly little eyes widened. “You?”

“Is that surprising?”

“Yes. You are…you’re very handsome. Everyone knows how handsome you are.”

“Not every-“ “I’m no way near as pretty as you. You couldn’t be in a room with me and feel ugly.” “Yoongi…”

“It’s true.” “You think such horrible things about yourself. You are very pretty.” Suga turned his head out of the lamplight and toward the starry night above. He couldn’t let Jimin catch him blushing. “I’m not.”

“My Suga Hyung… “

“I’m not yours.” Jimin cocked his head. “I don’t even have a small part of you?”

Suga scowled, but didn’t answer, shifting in his seat and playing with hair. He gave in slowly. “I guess…a part of me.”

Jimin beamed, big a beautiful and Suga couldn’t help but smirk back. “And have I ever lied to you Yoongi?”

The other shook his head.

“Then why would I lie about how you look. I think you’re so attractive.”

“Then why does nobody…approach me, no girls will be with me.”

“Because you act like a robot and let nobody see the warmth in you. You should be warm more often. The very few times you are warm with me it makes me so happy. When you pay for my meal and help me get ready for a performance. When you trust me to write by your side or look after you. It makes me really happy. I like it.”

Suga tilted his head, Jimin smiled kindly and waited for his reaction. “Minnie, you are very sweet to me.”

“I told you, you matter to me.”

Suga let out a soft sigh and for some reason, he reached for Jimin’s hand. And for some reason, Jimin didn’t blink. Their fingers just tangled lazily between them and Sugar stared at their fingers.

“You matter too…” There was a pause. “You really think I’m attractive?” “If you don’t believe me, ask the ARMY. There are pages of blogs dedicated to your face.”

“Hm.”

Yoongi still didn’t look massively convinced. It was something that came up more than once and even after they started to date. Most of their problems stemmed from Suga putting up walls and Jimin disregarding them as if they were silly.

But they worked through. They got better. Suga loosened up and Jimin became more serious, especially about his Yoongi. The other members noticed, they saw them converge, sun and moon collided, shadow and light played off each other and created something new and beautiful.

They all knew, and they were so happy. No questions needed to be asked. When Suga would wander off to bed, the others would simply leave the room, like today.

Suga…secretly they all knew, hated to sleep alone. He hated even more to sleep without Jiminnie… but they weren’t stupid enough to assume it was all that happened between them in the bedroom. So off they went, as Jimin bid them a goodnight too.

As he got to the room his Yoongi was only half dressed, in just his jeans and his beanie. He looked tense, as he always did when his social clock had struck midnight. He looked tired.

Jimin came up behind him without a word, arms tight around his waist and pressed kisses along his shoulder with those perfect lips.

Suga rolled his head back, the tension slowly fading like pain watercolour by the gentle sprinkle of rain.

“My Yoongi…you are exhausted.”

“Not too much to fuck you Minnie.” Jimin made a soft noise against his lips. Suga tried his best to turn Jimin around and push him onto the mattress, being sexy about it. But he merely guided him a few steps toward the bed before slumping against his shoulder. Jimin breathed a laugh and cradled him.

“Oh, Yoongi come here.”

He sat him down on the bed and pulled off his hat, running his fingers through his now blonde hair and breaking it up so it wasn’t so flat like Suga hated. Then he fell to his knees and Yoongi’s eyes fell with him, he watched Jimin unzip his jeans and pull them and his underwear down his legs. The elder blushed.

Jimin had learned Suga to be shy about his legs, thinking them too skinny. So, he kissed them, his lips gracing his thighs again and again.

“Minnie…so sweet.”

Jimin said nothing but smiled up at him, happy for the praise. He suddenly without warning took Yoongi into his mouth. The hyung gasped and threw his head back his fingers threading in Jimin’s hair. He massaged his scalp as Minnie’s tongue massaged the underside of his cock as he pulled back up.

“You are so good at that Minnie…” he groaned covering his face. Jimin bobbed gratefully between his legs and closed his eyes, leaving his love to tangle the sheets with his fingers. Jimin didn’t bring him to edge and stop too many times before he pulled off. He wanted to ease the tension not create more.

He pushed him gently against the bed and straddled his waist, his legs bracketing him and his hands caressing his torso, reverently.

“My Yoongi…I love you.”

“I love you too.” He breathed. Their fingers tangled together on the sheets and Jimin smiled down at him from above. But, Suga was lost in thought, the younger could feel him slipping away from the situation. So, to balance it, he began unbuttoning his shirt.

He let it fall open and threw it behind him as Suga’s fingers wandered absentminded over his abs.

“Hey…Yoongi?” Jimin’s voice was so soft. “Suga? Come back to me.” He patted his cheek and Suga’s eyes fluttered.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise. Just…stay with me yes?”

Suga nodded. The singer above him wriggled out of his clothes bit by bit. Slowly he exposed himself fully and was using Suga’s hands in his own to touch him, caressing his chest and hips and his thighs, his cock twitching the whole time, painfully hard between his legs.

“Mm, let me touch myself…let me prepare for you.”

Yoongi nodded, dazed and panting and he leant up on his elbows as Jimin leant back against the foot of the bed, legs splayed, exposing himself. He sucked, smouldering on his fingers, making Suga shiver as he pressed a finger into himself. He arched high. “Yoong…”

Suga’s eyes blown dark he scrambled on his knees, crawling closer to get a closer look. Jimin whimpered and spread himself wider.

“My angel, my world,” Yoongi looked up upon his face as the youngers head rolled back and his eyes closed, face screwed in ecstasy. “I do not deserve you.”

At first Jimin took that sentence lightly. He was surely just caught up in the moment. But then the phrase came again, with a choked-up tone to accompany it. “I do not deserve you.

A stab of pain and Jimin was cracking his eyes. Suga’s were wild, he was looking everywhere at once, cheeks pink.

“I don’t deserve you…” he repeated, voice trembling.

Jimin leant up, pulling his fingers out slow and furrowing his brow. “Suga…”

“I don’t d-deserve-“ “Stop… stop.”

Jimin cupped his cheeks. The elder seemed shocked by this, by everything, his eyes were filled with tears, his breath was ragged with sobs. He wasn’t even sure how he ended up this overwhelmed.

“My…my sweet Yoongi…come here.”

Jimin pulled him between his legs and held him close, stroking his back with a trembling hand.

“I’m sorry Jimin… I don’t…”

“You shouldn’t say those things Yoongi. You really shouldn’t. It hurts every bone in my body.” He kissed his temple as Suga sniffled.

“I know…I don’t even know I’m just…”

“You’re tired and you aren’t thinking straight. That is what you are. You’re trying to please me, but what pleases me the most is to see you healthy and happy. If you are too tired Yoongi, I would much rather hold you than make you hurt like this.”

Yoongi closes his eyes and rolls them onto their sides, legs entwined, and foreheads pressed together. “You’re so sweet Minnie…so sweet.”

“I only tell you the truth.” A pause. “Yoongi?”

“Mm?” he wiped his cheeks.

“You deserve the world. He deserves everything. You are so good, so beautiful to me.”

“I deserve the world?” “Yes.” “So I deserve you?”

Jimin drew him into a searing kiss.

#yoonmin #Suga/jimin #BTS #Yoomin Fanfic #prompts #Yoomin smut #Yoomin Fluff #Yoomin Angst

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spis-bts · 4 years

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Warm On A Cold Night

♕ Chwyć swoje złamane serce i naskrob nim Łazienkową Poezję Ścienną.

#yoomin #au #college #fluff #angst #drugs #Smut #depression #ang #oneshot #bts

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undeadstagg · 5 years

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Bts rp

Hello I’m looking for some bts rpers since I’ve been in the mood for that lately. Here are a few rules

-no one liners

-at least a paragraph

-smut is fine but I usually sub so be aware of that

-I’m good with any ship and I’ll play any member

-no self harm or suicide please

Message me if you’re interested!

#bts #park jimin #bts roleplay #roleplay #bts rp smut #bts rp blog #bts smut #bts minjoon #yoomin #jikook #bts ships #bts rp ad #bts rp #bts rp request #jiminie

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batmaniskpopaf · 7 years

Conversation

Jimin waking Yoongi up

Yoongi: "You know what I love most about waking up?”

Jimin: "What?”

Yoongi: "Nothing. Let me fucking sleep.”

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softjeon · 5 years

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Speed Lane | Pt. 10

• Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin • Genre: Angst | Racer!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 5,2k | Co-Writer: Cat @cassiavioletblue ↳ (AO3) • Disclaimer: mentioning of alcohol / drugs / violence / smut / abuse / graphic content

↳ There he was. In midst of his workplace, standing straight, sunglasses on his face, nose a bit too high, with an attitude as if he owned that place. The rage was welling all the way up inside of him, so quickly that the wrench cluttered from his hand. The boy turned around at the sound and they stared at each other, just like they did in the night of the race.

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He could get used to mornings in Jimin’s summer house. The bed was nice (and there also was the added benefit of waking up next to the person he loved which made him grin stupidly right after waking up) the breakfast was even better, and he felt like there wasn’t a thing in the world that could ruin his mood. Until he saw his car. In broad daylight. For the first time like winning the race against Yunyeong.

He had known that there would be damage; he had heard it, felt it when the cars had been bumping into each other but in the following chase with the police there hadn’t been time to get out and take a closer look at the damage. Now there was. And it was horrible. His beautiful baby, his one and only, his first love - scratches , imperfections everywhere. The varnish was gone on at least four different edges and he hated it. Of course, he could repair it and ask Tae and Kookie to show him how to make the varnish perfect again but - it had been damaged! His beautiful car! So of course, he had to do what every real racer would do: He whined and kicked the next best thing (that wasn’t a car) pouting about why anyone ‘would do that to such a beauty’.

Jimin kept his gaze low, feeling like it has been his fault that Yoongi’s car was damaged. He stayed close though, watching Yoongi carefully in his rage. He wasn’t sure if he should come forward or just be quiet right now. Hoseok put his hand on Yoongi comfortingly and sighed, “I told you it won’t be a fair race…but we will make it right. We repaired worse than that…it’ll just be expensive, and you can’t race for a little while until we got it fixed and then you only need to win every race to get the money back quick.” Hoseok smiled at his friend, “Or you can use my car or Jin’s for a few races when we don’t compete. So, you can earn some money in between.”

“Or -” Jungkookie chimed in, waiting until the attention was on him “-you could just ask your rich boyfriend here if he pays it. That’s just peanuts for you, isn’t it Jimin?” He winked at the other, seemingly joking but now that he had said it the question was on the table, joke or not. Jimin almost had flinched when his name fell, that’s how deep in his thoughts he was, biting his lip repeatedly. He had the exact same thought. Of course, he would have paid for it, but he knew Yoongi wouldn’t want his help not in this way. But before Jimin could say anything Yoongi quickly turned around and ended the conversation before it had even begun. “I wouldn’t want that. It’s my car. I pay for that. Simple as that.”

Walking over to him Jimin intertwined his hand with Yoongi’s and just kissed his cheek. Taehyung instinctively reached out for Jungkook, taking his bag and motioned towards his car, “Let’s just go home and then Hobi and Yoongi can figure it out in the workshop. We will help you with the paintwork on your car either way. It could use a new design anyways.” He pushed Jungkook a little, so the younger was walking ahead and keeping other comments to himself, while Jimin walked around Yoongi’s car and opened the door. Before he got in though Jungkook turned around again, ignoring Taehyung's worried looks. Something was obviously bothering him.

“You didn‘t deny that he‘s your boyfriend though,” Jungkook pushed further, tone teasing but smile wavering. “Nah, I did not. Because he is,” Yoongi's way of kicking little stones in the gravel betrayed his seemingly nonchalant manner. The others grew dead silent. “It‘s not like I would have made it so ceremoniously official like that in front of you people but as you‘re kind of asking: Jimin is off limits. We‘re together and I‘m not sharing. So, if that‘s what you‘ve been trying to find out I‘m sorry to disappoint you.“ Hoseok‘s eyes widened. But as he observed the way Yoongi was looking at Jungkook playfully he realized that Yoongi wasn‘t being cruel on purpose. He was just incredible dense. Like he tended to be, pretty often really, when it came to realizing his own worth or how much other people liked him. As laughable as it was it would probably come as a shock for Yoongi if someone told him that Jungkook had very obviously a thing for him. If it was just a possessive streak regarding sharing Yoongi with Jimin or if the younger was actually completely in love with the elder he couldn‘t say himself. But he sure as hell wasn‘t saying anything to Yoongi anyways. It wasn‘t his place to do that.

After that everyone was strangely busy to get into their own cars. Even Jungkook. Who was quiet the whole ride home despite Tae’s best attempts to cheer him up.

“You know I can still help you,” Jimin only spoke up, when they were already on the highway heading home, “I know you don’t want to but if there is anything you need from me and I don’t necessarily mean money, then just talk to me okay?” He blushed a little, something that Jungkook said lingering on his mind and he looked over to Yoongi, who was focused on driving, “Can I ask you something?”

“That’s nice of you, Jimin. Thank you, really. But I’m used to handling my own stuff. And I won’t change that now just because it would be easier to let you take care of my problems. I’m not one of those people. And I never will be.” Jimin’s reserved way of asking that question made him turn his head. “Sure, just spill it. What do you want to know?”

Jimin nodded quick to his answer before he continued a bit shaky, “You really…like, I don’t know…want…I mean, me to be your boyfriend? Do the others think it’s just because of the money, too? They hate me, right? Because I have money and as they say…didn’t work for it. Jungkook does.” Jimin had always been one who was giving a lot about the opinion of others about him. He knew it wasn’t right, but he just couldn’t stop it and sometimes the thoughts swallowed him up whole. Especially now that Yoongi had said it out loud. Had said that he was his. A sweet smile stole its way on his face and he reached out for Yoongi’s hand.

“Wait, what?” Hearing Jimin stumble over his words like that made him dizzy and he needed a second to get what the other was talking about. Then it clicked. But the wrong way of course. “Oh! Oh my…damn! Shit! Right, I’m sorry, I haven’t even asked you before, I just… yeah, uhm, do you even want to be together with me? I mean you said you loved me but if you prefer to be...I don’t know…involved with other for fun or be in a… poly relationship that would also... I mean it wouldn’t be great, but I guess I could live with that? If…if that’s what you want.” He coughed awkwardly, trying to ignore that he just had been just as bad as Jimin in wording what he wanted to say. “Ah and don’t worry about Jungkook. He’s been a little itchy lately. And you can’t take him seriously, he’s just been joking a lot around you. He’s like an open book. You can pretty easily see what he wants. And I haven’t seen him actively hating on anyone ever!”

Jimin quickly shook his head, “No, no that’s not what I meant. I love you and I want to be with you. Only you.” He smiled at him and just when there was a red light, Jimin leaned in to kiss Yoongi quick. Jimin let the comments about Jungkook slide. He still couldn’t assess the younger and if his behavior was because he still was in love with Yoongi or just his overprotectiveness and his misjudgment of Jimin. He didn’t want the thoughts to interfere with the happiness he felt right now. The warmth in the pit of his stomach. The butterflies that went crazy and made him feel like he was on cloud nine.

Jimin showed Yoongi the way to his apartment, so he could let him out there. “Thanks boyfriend,” He said with a big grin on his face and kissed Yoongi goodbye sweetly, who didn’t want to come up with him but rather work on his ‘baby’ right away and Jimin had just chuckled at it, letting him be. He greeted the guard at the door happily and almost couldn’t contain his happiness, as he waited for the elevator. Never in his life had he ever been so happy, and it showed in every aspect of his life.

Jimin began talking to his parents more, coming by for dinner. Not often but more than he used to, and his mother seemed grateful. Jimin even considered changing his major. He hated studying economics and though he loved the field of business, Jimin rather wanted to study something that involved music and art. With his hands full of new brochures, he walked from the campus to his car, where he placed them on the passenger seat. It’s been only two days since he had last seen Yoongi, but he couldn’t wait to be with him again. Tonight, would be Yoongi’s first race after he and Hoseok had been working on it non-stop for a week.

Yoongi was immersed in polishing up his baby when Jimin came into sight. Immediately his eyes lit up and he smiled his brightest gummy smile. It was always like this. Just a thought of him made the butterflies flutter in his stomach (though Yoongi preferred to think of them of something preferably more dangerous, like hornets to up the coolness factor) and Tae had told him a few times that when Jimin called him at the workshop Yoongi smiled like crazy the second he heard his boyfriend’s voice. It was just as if Jimin was a happy pill that was extremely effective on Yoongi.

“Hey, Minnie! Do you want to check her out before the start? Look at those curves. She’s breathtaking, right?” Yoongi had been more than once gotten strange looks from strangers if they heard him talking about his baby - without knowing that it was actually a car.

Jimin let his gaze teasingly wander down Yoongi’s back and to his bottom, when he made a surprised expression and pointed at the car, “Oh you mean…this baby right here?” He laughed, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s neck to kiss him. “She is breathtaking,” Jimin whispered against his lips, turning to take a closer look at the boys’ work. They really did an amazing job. It almost looked like a whole new car. Walking around it, Jimin smiled not daring to touch it yet (though he knew he was most likely allowed to). “I’ll go and bring my bag up,” Jimin said quick, being excited about the race as he was heading towards Yoongi’s apartment, “Do we go right away? Or do I still got a bit of time to change my outfit?”

“Well, depends how long it’ll take you. But I think just to be safe it would be best if you exchanged your outfit right here. That would save the time of you going upstairs, right?” Yoongi smirked and leaned against the hood of his car, glad that he had the upper hand again after Jimin looking him up and down hungrily before had left him speechless. Jimin never called him baby. At least not where someone else could hear.

“I don’t know if your friends approve,” Jimin winked at him and quickly went upstairs, when a cough made Yoongi turn his head.

“Where is your focus, Min Yoongi?” Hoseok said, waving his hands in the air as he scolded Yoongi, “You got a lot of pressure on you and instead of keeping your eyes on the race they are fixated on poor Jiminnie’s body.” Hoseok pushed him playfully against his shoulder, “But maybe this also means I have a chance at winning this race if you’re occupied with something or someone else.”

“You wish!” Yoongi was quick to retort giving Hoseok to understand that there was no way he would give up without a fight. He was so very thankful to have a friend in Hoseok who had a competitive streak that did not translate into their friendship. Except a little bit of teasing here and there they were fine, no matter who won and who lost. It’s wasn’t easy to find a racer whose ego could take that.

It didn’t take long for Jimin to come back downstairs again, completely changed in some darker outfit. He had chosen some dark brown boots, black ripped jeans and a black shirt, that showed off his lower abs as they were only hidden by black lace trimming. Not being able to decide between two of his jackets, Jimin had looked through Yoongi’s closet, pairing it with one of his leather jackets.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Jimin said and walked past Yoongi, knowing exactly that this was a bit more revealing outfit and got into his boyfriend's car with a confident smile.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Yoongi slid over the hood of the car easily (something that he would never let anyone else do ever) and snatched Jimin right out of the car seat. “That’s what you’re going to wear?” A grin played across his lips. “Can you do me a favor? Please walk across the street before the race is about to start, preferably so that the other racers can get a good look. Then I won’t even have to try to win. I would bet their eyes would be somewhere else than fixed on the finish line. But in the end, there’s only one who’s allowed to touch, right?” He pulled Jimin against him so that he could play with the see-through hem of his shirt. “Nice. But a waste of fabric. You should just ignore shirts completely from now on.”

Promising to do just like Yoongi said, Jimin and Tae got themselves and the others some beer at the abandoned port, while Yoongi and Hoseok were preparing for the race that was soon about to start. Before he crossed the street again, Jimin made Tae come to a halt as he pushed his (or Yoongis) jacket into his arms. “Hold this for a second, will you?” Jimin said with a playful grin and then took a sip from the bottle. He let his tongue slide over his lip slowly and teasingly, before he walked ahead, passing the first racers.

When he saw an old friend of his, Jimin greeted him with a hug, seemingly uncaring about the attention he got from the others around. It wasn’t like he wasn’t known already. Most knew him because of his party escapades and bad press or because of his father, as well as being the one who stood in the middle of the street when a one on one race was going on. Jimin was aware of the rumors going around that Yoongi had someone, some saying it was him, some speculating someone completely different. Either way he loved the stares, raking his hand through his hair a couple of times, giving a few racers some playful winks until he stood right in front of Yoongi’s car followed by a confused Taehyung.

Yoongi had a great watching him, barely able to contain his laugh. He would never have guessed that Jimin would actually follow through. “You definitely deserved a part of my price today,” He offered and with a wink added, “You can have it in whichever form you want cash or payment in kind.” A tiny little piece of him was a bit nervous that everyone knew about them - but he had made it very clear that he was willing to fight for Jimin when he had beat Yunyeong in the one on one race, so he could probably lean back and be certain that Jimin wouldn’t have to fear any unwanted comments. No one wanted to be on Min Yoongis bad side.

“Hmmm I’ll take the payment…,” Jimin’s voice dropped low, leaning in to whisper into Yoongi’s ear so no one else could hear it, “…from behind please.”

Yoongi almost choked from that. He still needed to get used to Jimin’s ability to say the dirtiest of things with the sweetest face. He knew how to make use of his angelic looks pretty well and Yoongi was absolutely, helplessly at his mercy whenever Jimin used that to his advantage. There was nothing sexier that Jimin telling him what he wanted or how good Yoongi felt inside of him while his cheeks were flushed, lips rosy and parted while his eyes were all wide and innocent as if Jimin had absolutely no idea how ‘sinful’ was even spelled like. Yoongi groaned quietly. “What you are doing is basically reducing all your former efforts - because I need the blood in my brain if I want to win, not elsewhere.”

Jimin only giggled at that, leaning in to kiss Yoongi quick when the announcer was already calling out for the racers to get ready. He wished him good luck, kissing him again, before Jimin ran after Taehyung and behind the barrier. Jimin was excited but at the same time he knew how nervous Yoongi must feel to be back after the last race. Even if he didn’t show it. There must be a lot of pressure on him right now, so Jimin just hoped for the best. Either way, Jimin didn’t care if Yoongi would win or lose it was important for his boyfriend. He needed the prize money.

Yoongi loosened the muscles in his shoulders, taking a few deep breaths to relax and get his focus back to where it belonged. As soon as the first sign flared up for them to get ready, he could feel the usual calm settling in, that made him keep a level head in the most dangerous situations during the race. He needed that if he wanted to win.

Jimin yelled out with the others when the sound of roaring engines filled the air and the cars sped off fast. He jumped from one foot to the other, looking left and right, hoping to see Yoongi’s headlights first. “You know it will take a bit for them to race through downtown and then come back again?” Taehyung laughed at Jimin’s nervous behavior but Jimin just couldn’t shake it off.

It was a difficult race this time, not only because of the competition and because no matter how hard he tried of course it got to him a little to know Jimin was around - it was also that it had been raining this morning and although the streets weren’t exactly wet the grip of the tires wasn’t as good as it should be. It didn’t even take half an hour for the first crash to happen and Yoongi had to swerve quickly to not get hit by flying parts. It was a strange feeling to fight against the natural urge to stop and see if someone was injured, to go and help. But there were specialists ready and stopping wouldn’t help anyone - except his competitors. So, he did the opposite, surging ahead, leaving his worries and fears and all the uneasiness behind until all he could feel was pure freedom running through his veins.

Jimin whipped around to Taehyung the second it spread in the audience that an accident had happened in the race. “Is Yoongi okay? Hoseok?” Jimin almost shouted at him, who was trying to comfort him right away but was obviously worried himself. They both looked around, hoping to see a glimpse of something. An accident meant that police could get involved as well, which made it even more dangerous right now than it already was, so Jimin was just hoping for Yoongi to be okay. He couldn’t even let any other thought in. Yoongi was fine. He just needed to repeat it like a mantra.

When the first lights from a car and the sounds of its engine was coming closer, everyone ran up to the barriers to see who it was. Jimin squinted his eyes, when a smile formed on his lips. Of course, it was Yoongi! He was followed closely by someone that Jimin didn’t know and Hoseok, while Yoongi was getting out of his car already, leaning comfortably against it. Slowly and with a smirk on his face he pulled off his gloves, waiting for every racer to stop at the finish line. As soon it was deemed safe enough, Jimin got over the barrier and ran up to Yoongi who caught him in his arms easily. “I...was so scared...the accident,” Jimin said in between kisses, “Could have been you….but...oh god, of course you won. I love you.” He felt Yoongi’s hands slip a little underneath his jacket, holding him tight to Yoongi’s body.

“Yeah, of course!” Yoongi repeated, laughing. Finishing a race as the first made you feel like you could do anything, like reach your dreams, face your fears - or kiss your boyfriend in front of everyone. So, he just did, kissing Jimin slow and sensually, earning a few cheers and howls from the crowd before they broke apart. Yoongi smiled at him.

“And still, the best prize to have is that I got you.” He placed another chaste kiss on Jimin pillowy lips before stepping away from the car. “Let me just get the money and then we can go somewhere else. Somewhere more private. Cause even though you like being watched there are a bit too many people around for my taste to let them in on what I plan on doing with you.”

Jimin bit his lip, “Yeah, I’d like to remind you about my part of the prize.” He stayed close to the car, talking to Hoseok who complained about the accident that had happened that had slowed him down, so he only came in third. Luckily no one got injured badly, at least that’s what the people around were saying as the crowd piled up on the racetrack to celebrate, drink and just have an excuse to party. Jimin turned around when someone tapped him on the shoulder, looking at the face of a stranger. A cute one.

The music was getting louder and Jimin leaned in to understand what the guy was saying, listening closely and only when he realized that he was asking for his number a shocked expression crossed his face. Didn’t he see how Jimin had literally made out with the winner of the race, his boyfriend, just a minute ago? Jimin just wanted to politely decline when he felt a hand on his back.

Yoongi put an arm around Jimin’s shoulder very obviously and nodded slightly towards the other boy who had been flirting with Jimin, eyes icy and smile sharp. The other vanished pretty quickly at that.

“So, not even five minutes and you got yourself someone else, hm? Do I need to remind you who that ass belongs to?” He slapped Jimin’s well rounded ass with a little slap, then turning into their little half embrace and nipping on Jimin’s neck. The others want to get to this party in a bit - so what you say we get to the car now, make use of the time, maybe warm up the car a little if you know what I mean. Then we can drive there together. That how you’d like to spend the night?”

“I’m just irresistible,” Jimin said and stole a quick kiss, “But I think your stare just scared him off.”

“That was exactly what I was aiming for, sweet cheeks. Can’t have him stealing you away from me, can I? Though I don’t think I need to be scared of that when I think back to the last time, I held you down and gave it to you hard and you told me you wanted no one else but me. That you wouldn’t even think about looking at others because you knew no one else could give it to you that good?” There was a little bit of pride in his voice. He just loved how Jimin - although he could be mouthy and sassy and a brat - was always reassuring him in one way or another that he was the one. He hadn’t even known how much he not only enjoyed to hear it but also needed it to feel more secure in their relationship. It calmed down his nerves and soothed his fears to know that Jimin was completely willing to be his.

Jimin nodded at Yoongi’s suggestion, following him wherever he would lead him, climbing over the seat the second Yoongi had parked the car somewhere, where they would meet the others, placing himself on his boyfriend’s lap. Yoongi was still wearing his leather attire and Jimin moaned just at the thought, letting his hands wander up his arms to his collar to pull him in for a heated kiss. He moved his hips against his, just like Jimin knew would drive Yoongi crazy. “Hm, how lucky am I to make out with you,” Jimin mumbled against his lips, “So many others would want to switch places with me right now…to be able to make out with the best racer…but I have you.”

Yoongi leaned back into the seat just enjoying what Jimin was doing there while watching him intently. “I can bet that you’re not the only one people would switch places with in the current situation. With the way you’re working your hips right now...” He only groaned, letting the sound end the sentence for him. “No one ever did, and no one will ever give it to me so good,” Jimin whispered against Yoongi’s lips, kissing him passionately soon after. His hands found their way up, running his fingers through his hair. He kissed him fiercely, not being able to hold back his desire. Yoongi kissed him back with the same passion, feeling the burn swell in him when Jimin swayed his hips just right. Reaching for his waist, he pulled him closer, embracing him in his arms.

Of course, Jungkook had seen the kiss between Yoongi and Jimin right after the race - as had everyone else. He was more used to it now, them kissing and being all ‘cute’ with each other. He hated it. But he just needed to wait and be patient. Sooner or later Yoongi and Jimin would cease to be a couple. It just couldn’t be any other way. Or else...

Just the mere thought made his heart clench every time, so he refused to think any further, avoiding it as good as he could. They had decided to go to another party and he wasn’t sure if Yoongi had been told so he went to look for him - and also to congratulate him. He always did it, it was like a little ritual, even when Yoongi didn’t win Jungkook came over after to tell him that he had been good or that he had given his best and would be even better next time. Jimin might be the first one to be with Yoongi after now, but he couldn’t take that away from Jungkook. Except he could.

It had taken him a while to find the car and Yoongi wasn’t there, so he was about to go but then he saw movement and realization hit them. They were making out in the car. It was very, very clear in which direction this was going and Jungkook froze, unable to look away. It looked horrible. Like seeing something utterly wrong and it made his guts twist in the most awful ways. This just wasn’t right. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen! How could Yoongi even do this. And in the car of all places? While Jungkook wasn’t even allowed to touch the car without Yoongis permission. Although he had known the older for years already. He had known Yoongi first! He had kissed him first, touched him and Yoongi...Yoongi must have liked him in some way or else he wouldn’t have slept with him. So how come that some random guy that ran in front of his car could sweep Yoongi off his feet like that?

Before Jungkook had thought that Yoongi just didn’t want a relationship because he wanted to be free, unbound. But it just needed a bit of flirting and one single night from Jimin’s side to make Yoongi change his mind. This wasn’t fair. He would have given Yoongi everything. He still wanted to. If Yoongi... if Yoongi didn’t chose him what did he have left? Besides his art and his friends, he needed someone in his life that loved him. Exactly like he was. And he had thought that Yoongi could be that person. But the way he was holding onto Jimin, pushing his hands under the others shirt, thrusting up against him pushed that dream so far, far out of reach, god it hurt. How could it hurt that bad to see something he knew had happened before and would surely happen again? He knew Yoongi slept with other people. But seeing him undressing Jimin in a rush, seeing him leave those little kisses on the other’s skin, so gently, lovingly... it broke his heart apart again and again. It reminded him of how Yoongi had kissed him that night, had held him as if he had been special. As if he meant something to him.

Jungkook pressed his hand in front of his mouth to stifle his cries while the tears were falling down onto it. He just couldn't get it. What did Jimin have what he hadn’t? He could be whatever Yoongi wanted him to be. The only thing... he was fit, he was handsome, he was talented, he knew that. The only thing he hadn’t in the same amount that Jimin had it was money. And no matter what he did, no matter what he achieved in life he would never be able to come close to the wealth that Jimin had. But it couldn’t be what Yoongi wanted, right? He had always fought for himself. So why…why Jimin? Why him of all people.

Jungkook was blind from pain so he picked up a stone, ready to throw it against the car, smash the window, hurt Jimin, hurt them… but they were kissing or...way, way more than kissing actually. And Yoongi looked like he had found everything he wanted, like he was experiencing purest bliss. And it broke the last little bit of his will.

The stone slipped from his fingers. He felt numb. Broken. His chest filled with shards of what had been his heart before. It was over. There was nothing else for him. Yoongi didn’t love him. He would never stop loving Jimin. He had lost. He stumbled away, the tears making it harder to see but he didn't care. He didn’t care if he fell or hurt himself or ran off into the wrong direction. It didn’t matter. Nothing did. Nothing but the fact that Yoongi and Jimin were making love in that car that was Yoongi’s everything. Just like Jimin was Yoongi’s everything now. And Jungkook was nothing.

A/N: Oh no, poor Jungkookie ;) What do you think will happen next? And where was Yunyeong at this race? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Leave us a comment! Thank you for reading and enjoying this story as much as we had fun writing it!

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Yoomin can you stop being so obvious?!

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u r what u eat

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Sneak preview of a (very late) christmas smut coming later tonight!

"Hey, Jimin, have you seen the ornaments? I wanted to at least start on the tree before the others get here." Yoongi bit his lip thoughtfully as he rummaged through the Christmas boxes.

"I think they're in the box over here!" Jimin called back.

Yoongi got up, walking over to where Jimin was attaching festive fairy lights to the wall. Yoongi quickly forgot about the ornaments, eyeing his boyfriend thoughtfully. Jimin's pink hair should have clashed with his bright red santa sweater, but somehow it just made him look all the more radiant. The pink and red emphasized the adorable blush in his cheeks, the rosiness of his plump lips, his sparkling eyes. Yoongi may not have been someone who often found himself in the festive spirit, but Jimin's constant enthusiasm for the holidays was always contagious. Plus, Yoongi definitely didn't mind the holidays if it meant that Jimin walked around their house wearing nothing but the santa sweater. His eye's darkened as he started staring at the soft curve of Jimin's ass, wiggling slightly as the male shifted around on the stool, trying to reach as high as he could. He was in the process of trying to decide if his going over to squeeze it would risk Jimin's tenuous balance when his boyfriend briefly turned around to smirk at him.

"See something you like?"

Yuuuup a Yoomin smut with dom Jimin and sub Yoongi! Please anticipate!!!

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if you enjoy my writing you’ll def enjoy this ok twitter is an easier platform for me to do a text series, so please follow!

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Okay but this *•*……

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If u r still taking requests could you pls do a kth x reader fic where he is the best friend of your older brother. You both used to keep fighting as kids, now you're 18 and going to college in the same city as him and your brother. He hasn't seen you in almost 4 years and now you're no longer a kid but a woman. So living in the same house is really hard especially because you are still with your high school boyfriend. Could it be kinda angsty and like eventual smut?

Hi anon!

Ah! My first request and it’s slightly embarrassing how excited I am to write this!

I have an idea that might take me a little while to finish so I have written the first part now to share with you and will then upload the whole thing? I hope that’s okay with you and I really hope I do your idea justice!

Most of this bit is context, the rest of the fic will be when reader and Tae are reunited at college with maybe a flashback or two.

Thanks so much for asking me!

Love Ffi💛

Everything Blossoms in its Own Time | KTH (m)

Pairings: Taehyung x fem!OC/reader

Genre: nonidol!au, student!Taehyung, student!OC,older brother’s best friend, angst and eventual smut.

Word count: 2.1K so far

Warnings: ⚠️🔞The whole fic has a mature focus and SMUT and so it’s really not suitable for minors, sorry🔞⚠️

Yoomin dusts the paper-thin pink petals of cherry blossom from her pristine white trainers, crossing and uncrossing her legs over the edge of the picnic table as she watches what is happening across the park, like a scene from a play.

Perceptively, her friend sat beside her, but lower on the bench, can feel the obvious tension, “What’s bothering you, Yoomin?”

Yoomin sighs, “You know Taehyung well, right?,” she asks.

��Friends since we were kids,” Nara confirms.

“Recently, he’s been flirting with me, I thought,” she says, uncertainty in her voice, “hasn’t he?”

Nara is careful to maintain a neutral tone, “Yeah, I guess so,”

“Nothing has even happened yet,” sighs Nara, “and I’m not even 22 yet,” she whines.

“I don’t follow,” says Nara, looking up at her friend.

Her response comes in the form of Yoomin’s hand on the top of her head, directing her gaze toward Taehyung several tables away. Eerily, like Yoomin, he seems not to be focused on his friends around him, but instead at a group sat under a blossom tree some distance away.

“Follow his eye line,” Yoomin asks dejectedly, “we haven’t even dated and he’s already looking at a younger model.”

Nara swallows; it’s true. The girl Taehyung is watching is clearly a few years younger than them and there are clear similarities between her and Yoomin, a little in appearance and mannerisms.

Yoomin now looks at Nara and immediately senses that’s something’s up, “You know something,”she says firmly, “spill,”

Nara looks up at her friend, “How honest do you want me to be?,” she asks gently.

“Brutally,” replies Yoomin instantly, “I don’t want to waste my time on him if he’s playing me, no matter how gorgeous he is,”

Nara thinks for a moment; she knows what she’s about to do might be the equivalent of dropping a large stone into a still pond, that the ripples may extend far beyond this conversation and throw the lives of her friends in disarray. Nonetheless, for months now things have been strange in their group and maybe, just maybe, a little chaos might help.

“Nara?,” prompts Yoomin impatiently.

Nara decides to throw the stone, “I don’t think it’s you he’s replacing,” Nara offers, “that’s Daehee’s younger sister, she started here this year.”

“The one that lives with him, Taehyung and Seojoon?,” grimaces Yoomin, “You think he’s in to your boyfriend’s sister?”

“Not that I’d admit to Daehee yet,” nods Nara, “but I think there’s something growing there, yeah.”

Yoomin nods knowingly, “Let me guess, they had childhood crushes on each other,”

Nara smiles, “I don’t think so, not him anyway, the age difference was too big then.”

“But she liked him?” Yoomin presses.

Nara decides there’s only so much she can share, “By the time he left, she hated him. Now, I don’t know. Things are weird between them. She’s got a boyfriend though, same one for the last 4 years, he’s at a different university.”

Yoomin watches the girl reach up to catch falling blossoms in her fingers, the low afternoon light bathing her in a warm glow as she laughs with her friends, then she looks at Taehyung, and his clear and unshifting focus on the girl.

“Yeah,” Yoomin sighs sadly, “there’s something there alright.”

About four years previously

The enormous garden party is full swing on the bright, sunny, spring day. Small tables, with weighted white tablecloths are scattered over the manicured lawns, loaded with sparkling glasses, colourful small cakes and other delicacies which smartly dressed waiting staff attend to and top up regularly.

Groups of well dressed people huddle together, and the sound of laughter and conversation fills the air, gliding over the sounds of the quartet that play on a large bandstand near the brook that trails off into the distance, through a bower where there is a small wisteria pergola concealed from sight.

Amongst these crowds, sat around a table are a group of teenagers, two girls in pretty spring dresses, clearly chosen by their parents, and a young boy in a smart suit. No more than 14, they are all enjoying playing at being grown ups and enjoying themselves.

The three have been friends since childhood, recently, between two of them, love has bloomed like the spring blossom, but it hasn’t done anything to affect the bond between the three.

“I thought your brother was coming,” says one of the girls, shaking her bobbed hair.

“I hope not,” you sigh, “he’s been drinking a fair bit lately, Dad’s giving him a hard time about the expense of him going to college soon and all he does is go out and get drunk with the losers from the pool hall. He’s so mean when he’s had a few. Taehyung’s just as bad as him.”

“What about Seojoon?,” asks Dami, referring to you brother’s other main friend.

“What about Seojoon?,” repeats the boy, Geunsoo, to her, deepening his voice.

Dami grins at her boyfriend, “I am well over my crush on him, babe, don’t worry!”

Geunsoo nods, satisfied, and you continue, “I think it pisses him off, to be honest, he’s always been more mature than Daehee and Taehyung.”

Both your friends nod sagely, as though three 14 year olds could arbitrate on what maturity looked like, but then you are all mature, studious kids and probably are all older than your years.

That’s not immediately evident a little while later, when Dami falls to teasing you. The evening is closing in and the lanterns in the trees are lit, casting a fantasy-like glow amongst the magnolia and cherry blossoms.

“Honestly,” Dami protests, “it’s not me fulfilling a wish for the most satisfying double dating situation. I really do think he likes you. Back me up, Geunsoo! And where is he anyway, this is your parents party!” she cries, gently punching her boyfriend’s arm.

He. Geunwon, Geunsoo’s older brother. Only 9 months separate the half-brothers; Geunwon is in the year above you and is one of the most popular boys at your school for so many reasons: firstly, he’s rich and heir to his father’s company; secondly, he’s outstandingly handsome; thirdly, he’s just a really nice guy. It’s the third thing that you like about him the most.

“He’s around somewhere doing stuff with Dad” says Geunsoo, “he’ll show up eventually”

He smiles at you, “Dami’s right though,” he says genuinely, “he asks about you a lot, and he seems to be around a lot more when you hang out these days, almost like it’s on purpose,” he says with a wink.

You huff in disagreement, “I doubt it,” you sigh, “I think he just feels sorry for me because you two have got together and my brother is being an ass to me at the moment. No way does Geunwon like me,”

“You’re right,” is the scoffed response you receive, “why would he ever like you?”

You freeze and look at your friends, who scowl at the boy behind you, before turning to face him.

There before you is your brother, clearly drunk, beside an equally intoxicated and bleary-eyed Taehyung.

“Go away, Daehee,” you snap.

“How can I?,” he laughs cruelly, “Don’t I have to stick around and be an ass to you?”

“You’re drunk,” you say flatly, “there’s no talking to you when you’re like this. You two should go home before Dad sees you like this.”

A thrill of fear runs through Daehee and he’s suddenly embarrassed. Drink brings out the worst in him, a mean streak that feels a mile wide, and it makes his tongue sharp.

“Ooo, listen to the big girl in her little party dress,” he says in a mocking, sing-song voice, “like I give a fuck,” he lies.

You look unimpressed and his temper flares, “Do you really think a boy like Geunwon, as popular as Geunwon, who could have any girl in school, would look twice at something like you? No sane guy would”

Dami jumps in to defend you, “She’s one of the prettiest girls in our school!,” she protests.

Daehee turns to Taehyung, “I don’t think so,” he laughs, “do you?”

Taehyung’s unfocused eyes drift over to you, “No,” he says plainly.

Daehee notices you swallow as you try to maintain composure, “Hey, Tae,” he continues, turning to his friend, “my sister should realise how boys see her, can you describe her in three words?”

Taehyung laughs stupidly, “Know-it-all, annoying and really not interesting,” he giggles, “that’s more than three words, though,” he pauses and looks at you.

“Ha!,” he exclaims, “Got it! Really fucking boring!”

Your eyes fill, but you won’t let yourself cry, “Inventive, Taehyung,” you say coldly.

“That’s enough,” comes an angry voice, and before you is Daehee’s girlfriend, Nara, scowling; she’s dressed smartly in black and white, working at the party.

“Nara,” slurs Daehee, “we were just playing,” he lies.

“It didn’t sound like playing to me,” comes a deep voice from behind her and your father is suddenly there; your brother and Taehyung are suddenly silent and look much younger than their 18 years.

“Nara, you should go back to work, you two, come with me. Now,” he growls, patting you softly on the shoulder as he marches the two cowed boys to the house.

Nara shoots you a look of sympathy before heading off, while, under the table, Geunsoo sends furious texts messages about everything that’s been said and has happened.

After watching your father depart, you turn back to your friends, your eyes bright with tears. Dami opens her mouth to speak, but you silently stretch out your palm to put her off. Still silent, you rise and follow the brook, disappearing into the trees whilst your friends watch you sadly, taking each others’ hands.

The pergola, now lit and sparkling, the wisteria twisting through the iron bars and the heavy, scented lilac flowers blooming all around you is like something from a Monet painting. In any other context it would be a beautiful, romantic scene, except instead of young lovers sat on the bench beneath there is only you, crying silently to yourself in humiliation and embarrassment.

Fuck Taehyung, you think viciously, fuck his stupid orange hair**, and his stupid boxy smile and his stupid deep voice and his stupid face. You hate how annoying, enraging, childish, beautiful, unique and adorable Taehyung has wormed his way into the tender recesses of your heart and you resolve to stop crushing on the unworthy snake and you decide to loathe him instead.

You’re so preoccupied with murderous thoughts that don’t notice anyone approach and so you’re startled when your name is softly called.

You look up at the boy in front of you, and you want to escape desperately, “Sorry,” you say rapidly, getting up off the bench and preparing to flee.

Suddenly though, in long strides, he’s in front of you and he takes your shoulders in his large hands and speaks rapidly.

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A short while later, a little more sober and ashamed, Taehyung wanders through the party: Daehee’s father had finished laying in to him and wanted to continue speaking to Daehee alone, telling Taehyung to get out.

Taehyung follows the lights, drawn towards the pretty wooded area before him, and simply follows his feet.

His eyes light upon the pergola and the two people beneath it. He sees you, nodding shyly as the boy in front of you smiles and keeps talking. He watches as the boy’s hands move carefully to your face, his thumbs wiping the tears from your cheeks as he cups your jaw, tears Taehyung knows he drew from your eyes.

He feels a stab of guilt and shame. Before shouting at them together, your father had spoken to Taehyung alone, told him that he suspected you had a bit of a crush on Taehyung and therefore how doubly hurtful his cruelty had been. It had been a surprise to Taehyung; he spent more time at your house than his own and you two constantly bickered, you reminded him of his own annoying kid sister and you drove Daehee, and therefore, Taehyung, mad, as they mostly had one mind. It was when your father asked Taehyung how he’d feel if someone spoke those words to his sister that he realises what he’s done and feels he should apologise.

Now isn’t the time though, he thinks, as he watches Geunwon use his cupped hands to raise your face to his, before bringing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. Taehyung is a hopeless romantic and the scene is just too picture-perfect for him, with a small smile, he turns away and heads back to the party: you deserve this moment.

READ PART TWO HERE

** For the purposes of young Taehyung in this story and a general sense of this intro, here’s a little moodboard:

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