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Not Alone

Title Not Alone

Pairing Yoongi x OC

Summary University is kicking your ass so you always make sure to dedicate a day for yourself and take time to pamper your body and soul. However, you’re cautious around Yoongi your roommate and double-check the d-day to prevent accidents. You're not a fan of revealing any skin because of your insecurities but it’s just happening to be the day when you are - not so alone.

Genre university au, roommate au, romance and fluff, smut

Warning(s) smut (body worshipping, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, messy sex, first time, virgin reader, dirty talk, vanilla sex, yoongi has a virgin kink but not explicitly mentioned) implication of insecure reader, shy and curvy reader

Word count: 9k

Masterlist

This universe is related to my other fic I wrote recently ’one time boy space friend’ you can read that one here.

Washing the excess shaving cream off of my hand I grab my phone I previously placed on the toilet’s folded lid lightly humming the outline of the song currently playing. The new playlist Yoongi recommended is full of bangers as always I have no doubt his fate was eventually to end up as a music major. I take a glance at my reflection when I was able to secure the new position for my phone on the laundry basket with the top slightly open reminding me that I need to do laundry if I want to have clothes to wear.

I take a glance at my reflection removing the fog that made the lines of my face blurry with a towel hanging next to the sink on a hook realising later that I used Yoongi’s looking back at the sheepish smile that greets me in the mirror I placed the fabric back hoping that Yoongi won’t mind.

An unknown rap song’s first beats suddenly interrupted by an incoming call that the familiar piano version of my favourite song signalled. I smile seeing the callers ID, placing the toner back to its dust-filled spot next to Yoongi’s shaving cream I make sure to use the right towel this time to dry my hands with before swiping right on the call.

”Hey, What’s the matter?” I answer it with a huge grin plastered on my face making my cheeks ride up into a chipmunk-like smile.

Our class was cancelled at the last minute so I wasn’t expecting a call from her she told me while we were waiting for the instructor to arrive that she has plans with his boyfriend Jimin. Only having calculus that day after an exchanged heated curses for our lazy professor for not e-mailing about the reschedule I happily took a sweet nap and made an easy breakfast I normally don’t have time to consume or even make in the morning I was able to get my relaxing time to start earlier so it meant more time for me since Yoongi supposedly took the afternoon shift.

This piece of information I remembered while chewing on my sandwich as I thanked the gods that I overheard his conversation about the shift change last night when I went to get my late-night snack but seeing the date expired on the comfort food I had to engage in a yoghurt instead.

”Y/N. Are you home?” She asked matching my good mood in the background I heard clinking noises of a pan she must be cooking. I insert my head through the large black t-shirt’s hole as I started to freeze standing here only in my undergarments the effect of the hot shower faded leaving me in the significantly colder bathroom.

”Of course. I started my pamper routine. I cannot tell you how good it feels to be hairless. If only my hair would grow this fast.” She chuckles hearing my banter the faint sounds of crepitation usually the hot oil makes overpowering her giggle for a few seconds. I remember the sandwich I ate this morning around ten-ish that did not prove to be enough. I get sidetracked with what should I make for lunch.

”Oh, so Yoongi is working?” Knowing about my only one rule regarding this d-day I like to call it is that no man should be around when I’m wearing this revealing clothing. He only saw me wearing jeans and yoga pants before these jelly-like legs cannot make a debut in front of eyes outside of mine.

”Yep.” I confirm. I take a look at the time I still have lots of time to relax before I should start that assignment I postponed.

I have everything planned out since Yoongi usually comes home from work in a grumpy state he likes to shower first and then he retreats into his room to do his assignments and sometimes he writes a song or the song even could be the assignment itself I honestly don’t know how’s everyday life as a music major. Yoongi is not exactly the talkative type.

My silent activity is helping his concentration and the best thing is that I have the apartment by myself to do what I please and leave the comfort of my room wearing what I please without worrying.

The best would be if I could rent out my own apartment but I know I wouldn’t be able to pay it by myself and the fact that Yoongi and I share the expenses of the bill makes things so much more easier.

”Why did you call though? I’m sure it’s not because you already miss me.” Tired of holding the phone up I place it back where it was before leaving the call on speakers so I can rub the cocoa scented lotion into the skin on my legs.

”Right. I almost forgot. Jin taught you that Mexican dish that I don’t know how to pronounce its name, right?” Her voice fades a little mid-sentence probably changed ears hearing the cooking noises seeping through the background she seemed very busy.

”What about it?” I question closing the lid of the lotion after I rub the remaining cream on my hand onto my neck so nothing goes to waste.

”I need the recipe.” She demands. I laugh how desperate she sounds through the phone. I make my way out of the bathroom I need my notebook since I didn’t memorise the dish I only made it once and as it was previously stated with the help of Jin.

”Hold on I don’t remember where I left the notes.” I arrive at the kitchen area placing the phone on the counter I begin rummaging through the drawers bending down to peek at the content of each. Spoons and forks. The second one where Yoongi placed the aprons and towels my notebook must be in the last one. ”So, what are the plans for today?” I ask while still searching for the black shiny cover of my notebook.

”Well, I wanted to cook something Italian since Jimin told me once he wanted to try it out but a crucial ingredient is missing so I thought about making that one you told me about a few weeks ago at Jin’s birthday party. After I’m finally done with this shit I’m going to sneak into his room to give him the blowjob of his life while he’s playing some shit games boys do and tell him lunch is ready.” The huge breath she took before starting the word vomiting makes me praise her lung capacity.

Finally. The book was under the aprons what a hassle. I straighten up turning the pages when I hear the front door opening and shut soon after. I turn to see the face of the intruder as I’m still standing in the middle of the kitchen with my hair evidently wet from the shower I took earlier only in my panties and a huge ass shirt to cover myself with.

Yoongi drops his coffee-stained shirt by the foot of the couch the angle is letting me see the living room area without a problem but he can’t clearly see the kitchen from there but my relief is not long-lasting as my friend decides to choose that moment to speak drawing Yoongi’s attention to where I’m standing.

”Y/N are you still there? Shit. I burnt my finger.” Grabbing the phone off the counter I switch off the speaker option and push the device against my ear.

”Yeah, um, I’ll send you the recipe via message. Good luck. Bye.” I aggressively push the red phone button at the bottom left side of the screen until the call ends. Hearing my voice Yoongi walks through the door separating the living room and the kitchen to halt his steps when he takes the image in.

It’s not one of those best times to ponder over how good looking he’s after finishing work and how he always smells like freshly brewed coffee which is not a surprise knowing the fact that he works at a coffee shop near our rented place.

He doesn’t wear the shirt uniform it must be the one he got rid of because of the stains today he wears a simple white t-shirt with washed-out blue jeans. Focusing on his face again I see that his eyes no longer studying my face instead his gaze dipped lower and I swear he's not so subtle about ogling at my exposed legs. My legs!

”You’re … early.” I talk first considering my options. A, I can still make a run for it but the damage is already done. He saw me. Or B, I can try to make small talk pretending that nothing is embarrassing at all just to later enter my room and dig a hole with all of my self-pity and scream into my pillow.

”Um, there was a shift change but I finished 2 hours early in return.” He explains this time his gaze was on my face the entire time no more strayed glimpses. Fuck. I should have paid attention to the whole conversation. ”Don’t you .. have class normally this time around?” He trails off a faint trace of blush appears on his porcelain skin. I use the notebook to hide my panty line that peeks out of the shirt.

”Class cancelled.” I’m horrified how my voice sounds so high pitched the embarrassment paints my cheeks bright red. ”Um, I have something to do in my room so I’ll be there.” I use the lame excuse to escape from Yoongi when I close the door behind me I close my eyes as well because of the extreme humiliation I had to go through.

My phone buzzes in hand I suddenly remember the recipe I promised. I write a quick message to her attaching the picture of the ingredients and notes to help her with the preparations. Now since I’m done with the responsibilities I can swim in my tears for the time being.

I can’t believe after months of caution fate decided to take away from me the deserved me time days. Yoongi is probably weirded out by me too I don’t know how to look him in the eye from now on and it’s a serious problem. For lords heaven, we live together! There’s no way I can avoid him without being obvious about it.

I mean maybe I’m just overreacting. It’s Yoongi we are talking about. He most of the time doesn’t give a flying fuck about anything he certainly won’t mention it and for obvious reasons I won’t either so I can just leave things like that. Just acting as usual like he didn’t saw my legs and my black underwear not to mention he is the very first one to see it I mean outside of my family of course. He’s a boy. No. A man. And he saw me underdressed like that.

It’s okay Y/N, let’s see the bright side at least he saw me when I was shaved. Well, that doesn’t help. Not at all.

”Shit. I’m hungry.”

I waited an hour and forty minutes to be exact despite the rumble of my stomach I sat down to start the book one of my friends lent me to read and I’m over a quarter of the pages when I decided enough is enough.

I waited long enough so he must be cooped up in his room slash studio for the rest of the day. But to be extra cautious I peeked out before fully leaving the safety of my room. I stop once I step into the corridor listening for any noises that might indicate Yoongi has indeed occupied his nest the soft sounds of the synthesizer helps me to relax I leisurely make my way then in the direction of the kitchen.

As I flip the switch the room is enveloped in light. My favourite mug is sitting on top of the counter even though I don’t remember leaving it there. I walk to take a closer look the mug is filled with coffee it’s in a light brown colour so it must a latte. It smells like latte indeed.

My favourite drink. There’s a note glued to the bottom of the mug it’s a messy handwriting and I don’t have to guess to know to whom this belongs to. How did he know my favourite coffee order?

”Sorry for startling you earlier. - myg”

The simple worded note even had his initials at the end. Realising that I never tried out his coffee made me curious about the taste. He works as a barista so It cannot be bad. I’m always late for class so I never had the chance before going into the shop when he’s on duty and order a drink from him.

Most of the time I’m saving on it and just use the shared coffee machine. Don’t blame me I’m just a broke university student.

But if I drink this I won’t be able to sleep it’s pretty late. Fuck it. I’m going to drink it. Not that the unholy time for coffee consumption deterred me before and picked up on some of Yoongi’s personal characteristics I think I can confidently say he doesn’t care either.

I bite into my lip while carefully straightening the lines out on the sticky note. After I was convinced the note won’t come off of his door I leave to go to bed.

”Thanks for the coffee. I liked it. – Y/N.”

***

”Can you guys stop shovelling food into your mouths for a millisecond. I’m serious!” Hitting the table for further emphasis.

Rori and F/N digging through a pile of food before our morning class is something I got used to first as I befriended them and it doesn’t bother me any other time but I wanted some serious advice for once and they don’t even stop digging to say well that’s was awkward. Or shit that sucks.

Not that I don’t know that without them telling me. I appreciated the note and the subtle apology he didn’t phrase it like hey dummy I’m sorry for seeing your sausage legs my bad. Also, it would be unlikely, too wordy for him he’s tight-lipped even in messages. I don’t remember he ever told me like a two full sentence in one go.

”Serious for what Y/N? He saw your underwear and legs. Tell us if you display your boobs or something. Now, I would be interested.” Rolling my eyes at the sarcastic remark I steal one of her favourite apple pie sticks for good measures.

”Hey! I was going to eat that.” She pouts but I take another big bite out of it. It’s too sweet for my liking but everything for the even sweeter revenge. If there’s one thing I learned about these two throughout the years of knowing them is that they take their food very seriously. ”Look. We love you, that’s why I’m going to tell you this. It’s not a big deal.” She pats my cheek before picking up her fork again.

”So what happened F/N. Did you gave Jimin the blowjob of his life?” I used a quote mark at the end of the sentence just how she phrased it yesterday. Rori is more interested in that, of course, there’s nothing more important than sex.

”Let me say the food was cold once we were finished.” She chuckled bashfully. Do I have the right set of friends? Maybe I should be pickier about who I call as a friend.

”So he’s big?” Rori asked with a smirk and I almost spitted out the diet coke onto the dining table. We are in a fucking coffee shop for god damn good. Thankfully not the one Yoongi works for but I think he has morning class so he won’t be working either way.

”Please don’t go into details.” I plea and Rori presents me with a devilish grin while picking the chicken breasts out of my salad.

”It’s fine Y/N. I was a virgin too before Jimin. Your time will come, not that it’s a choice.” F/N tries to console me.

”It’s a choice just not mine.” I murmur it under my nose stabbing my salad with the fork before chewing on it without the meat it’s quite sour.

”Yeah. It’s because you and F/N are both have big sticks up your asses.” Used to her blunt remarks I’m not even hurt or surprised for that matter. The busy cafe drowns out the voices of their inappropriate talk at least.

”It’s not our fault that you fuck every man with a pulse.” F/N retorts back with a giggle satisfied with the remark we exchange high fives.

”How do you know it’s a requirement?” Rori lifts one of her brows making us do gagging motions.

”Ugh, That’s disgusting.” I abandon the food on my plate that was a bit too much and we are in the middle of breakfast.

”A person cannot even joke here? I wasn’t serious. Duh.” I should really search for those new friends.

”That’s something I can believe.” The insult wasn’t even spoken out too loud but she heard me all the same and it earned a kick under the table from Rori with his high heels, I returned the glare she sent my way.

***

”Oh, hi.” I step aside to let Yoongi enter, he furrows his brows in concentration if I wasn’t running late I would ponder over the fact how he measures my body by centimetres. I fidget with my earrings but without a mirror, it’s a difficult task to carry out.

”I thought we’re going to meet with the guys at 8.” Realising the motive behind his stare I nod furiously.

”Yeah. But Rori accepted that guy’s offer to taste wines and she’s afraid she’s going to be abducted so me and F/N will accompany her.” I tell him and he doesn’t seem pleased I wasn’t either at first but I hope he won’t do anything with three girls there.

”Be careful. Anyone else knows about this?” He asks with evident worry lacing his voice he steps closer helping to finally get that chape snap into place.

”Jimin knows and I think Jungkook knows too.” Once he’s done he restores the distance between the two of us. ”Also you know F/N she’s apt to be violent.” Yoongi nods.

”Fuck. I’m late.” I swear as I look at the time. With hurried steps, I pick up my boots and size up my keys ready to leave.

”See you later.” Hearing his voice calling out to me I look back smiling a little managing to whisper back a ’see you later’ of my own. I think this was the longest conversation I held with him so far, what a shame I couldn’t stay to talk more.

The wine tasting went better than I expected. That guy is filthy rich he gave us a little tour around the house before letting us each pick out 5 wines of our liking. We learned that he’s a sports major he’s a swimmer and he told us stories about his practises with the swimming team and talked awfully long about his wins and trophies. To be honest he seemed like a bit eccentric and pompous for me but Rori liked him.

We were late because our taxi on its way to the bar got into a little traffic jam. I got a text from Yoongi at the same time F/N got one from Jimin they were curious about where we are and how we are. We wrote back a short text that we’re almost there.

”So? Whose’s the guy?” Jin asked once we are seated down. F/N took her place next to Jimin and Rori beside her leaving me with the only option of sitting down next to Yoongi at the other side of the table.

Once I’m comfortably seated I look around the table I catch in the corner of my eye Namjoon and Jungkook taking shots. Yoongi grabs his alcoholic beverage before him from the table our shoulders brush against each other due to the motion. I bite the inside of my cheeks don’t want to fidget in place.  

”He’s a sports major.” Rori told Jin she told him about our little tour but she conveniently left out the offer about a threesome that I politely declined.

”Oh Y/N you remember that guy who wanted to get your phone number?” Scrunching my nose as the scene flashed before my eyes, of course, I remember. That was one of my most awkward moments and believe me when I say there’s a lot of option to choose from on my list and it’s still the worst. As far as I know, that guy was a sports major too and he was very persistent.

”Yes, what about him?” I nod. I try to shoo the pictures out of head but a forming blush creeping up my neck quicker than I realise.

”Well he’s here. And he’s coming this way.” F/N tells without looking my way her eyes trained behind my form probably to report back his every move. I physically have to hold myself back from whimpering and its not the good kind.

”Shit.” I bite my lower lip don’t want to make things more obvious I don’t turn around to confirm it.

”Oh. I remember. You gave him Rori’s number, don’t you?” Jungkook, you traitor. He was with me when it happened I was flustered enough that he asked Jungkook is my boyfriend or not that I didn’t want to expand my suffering so I gave him my friend's number. She told me if someone I don’t want tries to get into my pants and bothers me I can use her number as a bait knowing her even though my pants were not on the line I still did that. Well, she did more than that after.

”Then what’s the problem?” Jin asks so invested in our conversation that I want to smack him on the neck.

”I was sexting with him and we fucked.” She shrugs. That was what I tried to say. I really don’t want to face that guy.

I stand up with so much vehemency that I almost knock down a glass from the table it’s Yoongi’s empty glass at the bottom of it there’s a thin line of whiskey left. Yoongi grabs my thighs to stabilise me. Looking over his shoulder I saw that said guy indeed walking into this direction.

”Uh, please dance with me?” I grab Yoongi’s hand surprising him for a moment or two but lets me pull him up.

”You have a habit of running away, huh?” I look back to get a grip at the situation. I led Yoongi into the dance floor even though I don’t even know how to dance. He sees the panic settling in my face so he starts guiding me with his hand flat against my lower back. There’s a lot of bodies to avoid so Yoongi is extremely close.

”I don’t like confrontation.” I subtly hide behind his broad shoulders I can see it on him how he tries to stop himself from laughing. I like the sound of his laugh.

”I’m aware.” He purrs into my ear pulling me closer by a hand wrapped around my waist the sweet scent of his cologne hits me like a tone of bricks. I’m painfully aware how his body touches mine my breast pushed against his flat ribcage I can feel him inhaling and exhaling the used oxygen.

”Y-your hand Yoongi.” His hand is dangerously low on my back I’m sure he feels the curve of my ass under his fingers. The bar is dimly lit so my blush remains subtle in a certain extent seeing me blush so many times I wouldn’t be surprised if he would recognise it before it fully blooms on my face.

”What about it?” He clearly wants me to say it but there’s no way I’m going to bluntly say that his hand touches my ass. Rather die.

”What are you doing? Are you drunk?” I defensively ask answering the question with my own questions. He openly finds my antics amusing because this time he laughs. That gummy smile makes my knees weak for him he strengthens his hold on my waist like he knows it.

”My car is here. I’m as sober as I can be.” The hand I placed on his chest when he suddenly pulled me closer itched. He’s touching me and he’s sober. Heaving a sigh he replaces them around his neck I can’t relish in the feeling as his hand on my ass beyond doubt gone since he places it back soon after even lower. The grin he shows me makes me want to give him my fist instead of my virginity.

”Then why are you touching me?” My confidence wavered significantly as he lowered his head his lips closer than ever but instead of kissing me, he blows air into my ear riling me up with the gesture.

”This makes you uncomfortable?” I wanted to say yes, but the full truth would be it’s undeniably uncomfortable and exciting it makes my blood boil under my skin and it scares me how much I want him to touch me tossing aside my insecurities just to feel him like this. At least he knows his boundaries. I don’t know what would I do if his hand suddenly moved.

”No. I’m just embarrassed.” I nervously twist a hair at the nape of his neck didn’t realise the act just when I did it.

”You ran away because you were embarrassed yesterday too?” I stop toying with his hair once the words register in my head. Is he talking about the kitchen incident? And here I thought that there’s nothing more that could make the situation more awkward.

”Y-yes.” The confidence I felt before left me I shy away from his eyes the way he sized me up that day still vivid in my head.

”Why?” A perfect arch of his eyebrows indicating that he wants his answer this time and I am about to give him.

”Because you were staring at me.” I tell him oh so matter of factly. He practically beams at the offered answer the glint in his eyes telling me that’s the answer he seeks in the first place and he has his own set of words in return.

”Wanna know what I thought about while staring at you?” His eyes pinning me to my spot I wouldn’t dare to move away even if I wanted to he seemed determined to get under my skin and maybe under my clothes too.

”No.” I challenge drunk by the boldness maybe the gin tonic I consumed earlier and the wines finally appearing be to be the liquid courage I needed. Reading between the lines Yoongi tells me despite the answer.

”I imagined how you would look like wearing my shirt. It would cover you below your knees since you are tiny. Tell me you’re wearing one of those black panties I saw before?” I don’t answer but I let him pat my knee I can feel his warm palm under the fabric of my jeans he continues with more words even bolder than the first.

”I imagined how you would look like under me on my bed wrapping those long legs around my waist.” Affected by his words I mirror his hungry expression. He’s normally not a man of so many words and hearing him talk this much makes me feel special that he’s talking to me because he feels the need to let me know what’s plaguing his mind. I entertain the idea that maybe he wasn’t sure how to convey the message since I’m so shy he didn’t have a lot of opportunity cornering me before the kitchen incident. Perhaps it was the undo he needed.

”Tell me Y/N. Do you find me attractive?” His fingers stroke the flesh of my jaw he’s getting confident as I don’t push him away.

”You are attractive.” I tell him honestly and he grins but not in a malice kind of way his grin more like a boyish grin that boys wear after hearing that their high school crush likes them back. The happy kind of grin.

”Have you thought about me too? Like I did.” The next question hits differently it’s not so innocent and I wasn’t in the illusion he is.

”Yes.” Holding onto the boldness I agree.

”Tell me.” He urges. He’s sober I remember. Avoiding his stare I let my shyness getting to the best of me he brushes a strand of hair behind my ears coaxing out the reply. It feels nice to be touched by him.

”It’s embarrassing.”

”I told you mine. You have to tell me your fantasies so I can make them come true.” He trails a finger following the line of my collarbone my outfit leaves literally everything to the imagination the only skin he can feel is on my arms.

”You’re unfair.” I whine the words out Yoongi stops his movements to see the emotions behind my eyes. He seems confused by my conflicted expression. His eyes were always expressive and I loved staring at them. Those rare moments shared, eating together at the weekends letting me hear one of his song he proudly introduces.

”How so?”

I take a deep breath cupping his cheeks. ”You look good with dyed hair but I prefer it black. You look the best when you come home from work all sweaty because the air conditioner still not gotten repaired in your workplace so you always take a shower before doing anything else.” There’s glint catching the light in his orbs watching me closely while I tell him the things I locked away in my memories. He caresses my wrist with a raised hand the other directly resting upon mine as it's his face still trapped between the heels of my palms.

”I like your voice.” I let the words flow out like a river caught up in a thunderstorm. ”I always wanted to know how it would sound like moaning my name. I like your hands too.”

”What about them?” A big smile stretches his face knowing too well he won. I don’t feel the frustration of losing I’d gladly accept this fate again and again if it will give me the same results at the end of this.

”Yoongi.” I whine.

”Did you imagined this? Or this?” His hands leaving their position fondling the flesh on my hip hiding me behind his body he walks a hand up my decolletage.

”Stop, we are in public.” I hiss.

”No one pays attention Y/N. But I’ll gladly take this to the bedroom.” The offer temps me but I remember the boys.

”We can’t. You are the only sober one and the guys need their ride home.” I reason and Yoongi groans in frustration. He forgot about them already. He looks at the booth the others are drinking and laughing.

”If I tell Namjoon to stop drinking he would be sober enough to drive them back.”

I shake my head it would be too dangerous and considering he competed with Jungkook about who can take more shots I bet he’s drunk like a donkey alongside with the younger boy. ”I’m drunk too.” I tell him when he tries to come up with more solution.

”Fine.” Yoongi hugs me close probably to hide his displeased face doesn’t want to sound so desperate maybe he’s embarrassed.

”Don’t be like that. I promise if in the morning when I sobered up you still want to do it I’ll let you.”

He perks up gently pushing me away to look into my eyes. ”Let me do what?”

”Let you take me.”

 ***

I feel something warm tickling my sides a sudden wave of cold air hits my stomach but the cold soon replaced with a warm and wet feel against my skin. My eyes narrowly open I try to fidget away wrapping my fingers around the comforter when I feel that wet and warm feeling on my thighs.

Hands and tongue. The fog in front of my eyes clears I don’t remember when did I fell asleep or how did I end up here. Where am I? I spot the synthesizer in the corner Yoongi’s synthesizer. Yoongi’s room.

”Yoongi, what .. ah” My voice raspy from sleep the way he rubbed his nose into my neck just to deliver a long kiss to it after halted my question before I was able to voice it out.

”Did I wake you up. My bad.” He smiled into my skin loving the way my heart beats erratically with his every touch, his hand above my breast feeling the movements of it.

”You don’t sound so sorry about it.”

”Do you have a headache?” He caresses the side of my face helping to curl the locks behind my ear that interfered with my vision. The thoughtful gesture made me smile up at his face mirroring his expression of tenderness.

”No I’m good. I didn’t drink that much.” My fingers itch to touch his face maybe it’s because of the dreamy state I’m currently in that I have the confidence in doing so. I brush my hands through his bangs his eyes closing the caress urges a smile he grabs my hands once I’m about to pull away to move it against his mouth giving a small kiss onto my palm before intertwining them with his much larger ones.

I could get used to this. The image of him looking so raw and so vulnerable his eyes puffy with sleep lazy motions of his fingertip exploring my body under the duvet. My shirt is rolled up just below my breasts the shirt’s neck hangs around my shoulder in a loose coverage it smells like Yoongi just like the covers. Looking down I realise it’s not my shirt. It’s his.

”Glad to hear that. I want you to repeat your promise to me.” Yoongi burrows his face into my neck again his hair brushing against my bare skin the hand that’s not holding mine drops under the covers finding my hip guiding me to drape my right leg over his waist facing each other sideways.

”Promise? Can you be more specific?” I boldly move my hand caressing with feather-light touches his side I can feel his bare torso and hips under my fingers he shivers and not because of the cold. He’s shivering because I touched him and he’s not wearing a shirt. The thought crosses my mind that the shirt I’m wearing is the one he did wear the whole day but not now. Every other day I would be embarrassed but I quite liked the idea of wearing his clothes in his bed.

”A tease I see.” He recovered quicker than I would like he gave a quick peck onto my shoulder where his shirt didn’t cover that much skin. He cupped my breast above the fabric of my bra the sudden feel of him squeezing me there I whined a little bit too loudly. I pulled my hand away shielding my face due to embarrassment.

”Yoongi.” I shyly call his name. He let his hand stay there but he remained motionless giving my hands each a kiss just where my eyes would be if I didn’t hide behind my limbs. His hand felt warm against me where my bra wasn’t covering his two fingers rested directly on the skin of my breast.

”Do I have your consent baby?” I gulp my shy personality says no but my body says yes for me.

”You can have anything.” I place my palm against his that lays on my body my eyes still closed but I don’t shield my face anymore. The words came out as whispers even though I wanted him to hear me say it. I wanted him to go on.

”Love. Answer me.” I open my eyes again when I feel his hand leave my boobs to cup my face with it instead.

”You can have me. You can fuck me. Did it answer your question or should I be more specific?” I wet my lips poking my tongue against the inside of my cheeks trying to calm down the rapid movement of my heart my hands shook as I grip his hair moving my mouth against his to not just say but show my consent. I want this. I want him.

”No. I think it was explicit enough, I like seeing you blush.” Hearing him say that makes me blush harder and he gifts me with a gummy smile basking in the responsive reactions. I would be more embarrassed if I wouldn’t feel the sticky substance dampening my underwear.

”Do you have something in mind? A preference? Or can I surprise you.” The way he explicitly asks about my sexual preferences makes him appear hotter a new wave of arousal hits me making me grind my thighs together forgetting that Yoongi’s leg is between them. I know he felt the wetness but doesn’t comment on it he instead pushes his knees further up parting my legs.

”You d-decide.” I moan when his knee brushes against my crotch. He hummed delighted by my answer. Placing back his hand once more squeezing my breasts before undoing the clasps behind my back. He slowly lets the material fall he strictly looks into my eyes not wandering downwards seeking out my every reaction. I gave him a little nod he takes it as the permission he needed he moves the cover so he can take a look.

”So pretty.” He sighs into my skin he turns my body to be flat against the bed the cold sheets meeting with my back goosebumps travelling up my spine. ”So soft.” He mumbles the endless of praises dragging his fingers over a nipple before licking it with his tongue a choked moan leaves my parted lips his hair gently caressing the skin. He circles the nipple with his poked out tongue kneading the other neglected one with his free hand. Mewls and sighs, in turn, filling the room trying to keep my voice quiet but it’s hard since the only thing I can concentrate on is his mouth on me and his hands those long fingers as he drags them down on my body a finger slides under the waistband of my panty he stretches the material out before letting it snap back into place. The uncomfortable feeling of it sticking to my folds gets frustrating by every passing minute.

”You smell good.” His raspy voice helps me return from my sudden astonishment I scrape his scalp with my long nails as I weave my fingers through his hair he lets out a low growl my skin covering up the noise the vibration he sends up my body by it makes me tighten my legs around his waist my underwear covered cunt pressed against his firm chest forces a not so silent whine out.

”It’s m-my lotion.” I reply absentmindedly. He hums into my collarbone not sure my answer registered truly in his brain I feel him taking a big inhale before pulling away he pushes himself up with the help of his hands planted beside my head looking with heavily lidded eyes taking in my hazed eyes and swollen lips before connecting our mouths. I almost forgot how good of a kisser Yoongi is.  

The light touch against my inner thigh makes my hip jolt up in surprise Yoongi’s eager mouth swallows all the sounds and whimpers. ”Relax.” He purrs aiming for my hips soothing circles into my skin. I take a few deep breaths Yoongi waits patiently for me to calm down a little the way his eyes sizing me up like I’m some kind of goddess eases some of my nerves. Once he’s positive I’m not going to run away he lets his palm touch me the barrier that’s my underwear stays in place as he drags his fingers directly onto my heat. I feel it throb under his ministrations having confidence after a few moans I let out he gets bolder using more pressure to dip between my folds the underwear’s silky touch lets him move smoothly. ”Can I feel it? I want to make sure you’re wet enough before I do anything else.” Nodding even before the question was fully out I anticipate a laugh or something to tease me about my eagerness. I don’t think I wanted someone this bad before to touch me. But he doesn’t laugh he seems as eager as I feel. He slides a finger under the damp material but he retreats too soon. ”Please, can I take it off?” To persuade me further if his plea wasn’t enough he rubs his fingers where my clit is over my panty. The plea was enough but I’m not complaining. I manage to signal him with a breathy yes. Don’t have to tell him twice he slides the ruined material down my legs his big warm hands gripping my inner thighs preventing my legs from closing before he can take a look.

”Look at that. So pink and swollen for me.” Previously he was careful with every move waiting for approval before doing anything bold but like he’s lost all the continence in him Yoongi drags two fingers up my folds coating his fingers with my arousal letting just the tip of his fingers penetrating just to pull back. I let out the loudest moan blushing as I realise just how loud I sounded but Yoongi doesn’t seem to mind, not at all. He wanted to coax more of those sounds as he bent down parting the lips with his tongue letting out his own moans while tasting me and if it’s even possible at this point I feel more turned on than ever.

”Warm too. Sorry, my love, my hands are a little cold but I hope you don’t mind.” He finally slips a finger in my eyes slightly open he watches me with a grin loving the way I squirm wanting it chuckles deep and I don’t mind at all. The stretch his one digit means feels familiar reminding me when I was chasing relief on my own but his fingers are so so much better longer and thicker. I can’t wait to feel the second one.

”I want to make you cum on my tongue.” Delivering a kittenish lick sucking on my clit for the demonstration before he goes on. ”Just to bring you another orgasm with my fingers.” Yoongi curls the one finger in me rubbing it into my throbbing walls ”Lastly let you cum around my cock.” He throws his head back moaning sinfully just thinking he’s about to make everything he said come true. ”You deserve at least three orgasms but I shouldn’t be greedy your virgin cunt can’t handle three.” He eases another finger in this time the stretch is a bit more uncomfortable.

”Let’s start with two.” He says settled with the idea he places a wet kiss onto my hip before finding my abused clit again sucking and rolling it around his tongue my walls contacts around his two digits I feel the sticky substance coating my inner thighs and dripping onto the sheets the mess, the way Yoongi’s hair tickle my thighs, the way he moves his fingers inside me, the pleasure gets overwhelming something starts to build up promising a relief I never had the chance of feeling before.

”Yoongi fuck, Yoongi” His name spills from my mouth and it seems to encourage him to be faster.

”It’s fine.” He tells before sucking harshly on my clit. ”Cum for me.” The proud grin he forms still buried between my legs and the vibration of his hum makes my legs shake I let my head fall back into the pillows closing my eyes until I see literal stars.

He stops lapping my juices once I’m finished the proud smile still plastered on his face licking his lips capturing the remaining of my pleasure. He looks so hot. I never knew I’m capable of coming this hard.

”Good?” Placing a kiss onto my nose he caresses my arms I didn’t realise I was grabbing onto the sheets this tight I let Yoongi place my hands onto his shoulder blades he moves to get between my legs once more.

Instead of answering, I can’t help but impatiently point out. ”You’re still wearing clothes.” I grab his hips pulling on his sweatpants playfully.

”Wanna take it off?” He asks smirking. I roll my eyes at his cockiness not that he’s all talk when it comes to his skills but he has more ego than he can manage and I’m not going to increase it for him.

”So what? Don’t tell me you are not eager even more than me to bury your dick into my virgin pussy.” His eyes grow bigger for a split second before it regains its original state, so he can be startled too. I’m surprised by my boldness, but god, it’s worth it seeing him so fucked up by those words.

”You’re playing a dangerous game Y/N. I need my self-control right now.” Something shifted in his eyes he looks like he’s about to devour me. Yoongi shifts onto his knees to get rid of the final barriers between us. I close my eyes my shyness returns too soon but Yoongi doesn’t mind it I open my eyes again as he positions myself above me placing a firm kiss onto my lips he senses I’m anxious.

”Do you trust me?” Seeing the open vulnerability in his shiny orbs, not entirely clouded by lust makes my head swim with a lot of suppressed emotion. I feel the urge to smile lifting my head from the pillows beneath me I give him a peck.

”Of course I am.” I kinda like you. I bite into my lips before the next sentence could slip through we’ll talk about this another time. Right, the only thing I want to focus on is Yoongi. Only Yoongi. His tip brushes against my stomach, shit, I haven’t seen how big he is. His lip pressed to mine swallows the tiny moan leaving my lips as he pushes the first inch inside parting my walls in a painful stretch. Fuck. He’s big.

”Tight.” Yoongi moans, more in pleasure than I am currently in but it’s ok. He made me cum I want to see him cum too. ”Relax for me angel I won’t hurt you I promise.” Relishing in the way he caresses my side I try to relax my body he pushes another inch in slowly his tip must be fully buried by now.

”That’s right. You’re doing so well.” He praises his eyebrows knit together in concentration he’s holding himself back because of me. Touched by the gesture I move my hip to meet his advances he slips in deeper than he intended his groan significantly louder by the sudden pleasure.

”Does it hurt?” He pulls himself together to keep the eye contact he caresses the skin under my eye I nod before answering.

”A little.”

”Let’s try a few more thrusts if it still hurts after that I’ll stop and eat you out again. Shit. Maybe I should have made you cum again for the extra lubrication.” Yoongi regretfully gazes at my face.

”It’s fine. Just go slow.” I say the burning is bearable I’m getting used to the feeling slowly but not sure if I can cum again.

”My baby is so tight.” I’m definitely a sucker for those pet names. It helps me focus on his words instead of his slow thrusts. ”I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. Feeling you wrapped around me a dream come true.” I experimentally squeeze around him and he lets out a loud moan his head nestled into my neck groaning and moaning between filthy words his pace got quicker but I don’t stop him even though it’s not feeling as good as him eating me out. I want to please him though and by the sounds, he seems very pleased.

”Are you alright?” He stops after hearing a louder whiny moan on my part but I don’t let him I circle my hips in place dragging out moans from him but he forces himself to reset his previous slower pace. I’m not having any of it. I want him to cum and want it soon.

”Yoongi” I whine out his name an idea foggily forming at the back of my head. ”Yoongi, I wanna ride you.”

”Are y-you sure?” He stills inside of me waiting for the confirmation and I nod inviting him into a kiss that turns slopy by time. I feel his hands grabbing at my waist to change position this way he sinks in deeper.

Holy shit it feels so much better.

”Fuck. Do you like this?” He grips my hips dragging his cock touching every sensitive part in me as my walls swallow his shaft he pulls me up just to let me sink down with a needy moan I’m starting to feel the appeal.

”Yes. I-ah-think.” I can almost picture the way my eyes roll back behind my skull right now. What was I saying? ”Go faster.” I choke out and Yoongi with a following set of groans obligates I’m too far gone to pay attention to how Yoongi watches with hungry eyes that I ruin the bedsheets.

”I like that you are so messy.” He places a stray hair behind my ears our chests pressed together so he can thrust up faster and harder. Yoongi holds me in place taking control the way his eyes shuts involuntarily and his member twitching inside of me signals that he’s close.

He’s breathtakingly beautiful as he reaches his high he’s so lost in the pleasure my walls provide so tight around him that he doesn’t have the mind to kiss me back so I just press them together for a minute longer. My legs ache because of the exercise but I let him use me to ride out his high the pretty sounds and satisfied look he gives me once seated firmly inside me with our mixed cum spilling out he looks down where our body connects rubbing the skin of my hip lovingly while watching me ruin his sheets. He likes that I’m messy.

”I hope you like me back because I don’t think I could fuck anyone else from now on.” I end up in a pit of laughter leaning my head on his shoulder he feels my body shake with the motion Yoongi whines in overstimulation when I accidentally squeeze his spent member. I peck the skin where my head previously rested before searching for Yoongi’s eyes.

”I do like you back.” I admit it shyly even though there’s nothing to be shy about his dick is still inside for fuck’s sake.

”Glad to hear that.” His grin returns faster than the speed of light. ”I thought I fucked your brains out when you suddenly started laughing. I was concerned for a minute.” I try to hit his shoulder but he’s faster grabbing my hand by the wrist and gives the flesh an attentive kiss the gesture is sweet and melts my heart.

”How are you feeling?” It’s cute how he seeks my reassurance. He lets me move away careful when pulling out so I can finally take the previous position lying down.

”Hm, sore but good. I just need .. some time. I don’t think I can stand up just yet.” I offer my honest reply burying my nose into the duvet that got tossed aside. He leaves the room making me confused but once he’s back with a towel in hand I pierce two and two together. It’s his towel. The thought is enough to make me blush furiously.

”Spread your legs for me.” I take the request as an order shyly spreading my legs so he can clean me up. ”There. All cleaned up.” The bed squeaks under the weight of his one knee pushing me further into the sheets. Yoongi bows down to kiss me his tongue teases my lips as we kiss asking for permission that I eagerly permit.

Lost & Found - 9

Pairing: Park Jimin x soulmate (oc)

Warnings: Insecurity, anxiety, abandonment

Word Count: 5.1k

a/n: this chapter is based off of the song ‘Countdowns’ by Sleeping at Last. I also consider this Jimin’s song for this series! Give it a listen! (also, Sleeping at Last has been a long time favorite band of mine and they are soooo amazing)

Chapter 9. Countdowns

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I awake with a distinct feeling of disbelief. Peering down at Elle’s sleeping form, I do my best to maneuver to the side of the bed without waking the pristine white cat. Grabbing my phone off the nightstand, it only takes a couple of seconds before yesterday’s conversation with Park Jaemin appears.

I stare and stare at the screen, scrolling through the light-hearted conversation until I arrive to a conclusion.

“I think I made a friend.” At my quiet utterance Elle stretches and looks at me lazily. “Well, besides you, I suppose.”

Elle rolls to her feet, plopping down on my lap and swishing her tail back and forth. I chew on my lip, checking the time at the top of the screen. It’s still absurdly early, chances are I won’t hear back from Jaemin for a few hours if I decide to text him now.

But, I think I made a friend.

I honestly can’t remember the last time I did that.

That fact alone proves too tempting as I run my fingers through Elle’s fur and snap a photo of her. Quickly captioning it, I send it off and jump out of bed, throwing my phone down on the comforter.

“There,” I grin at my confused cat. “That counts as my social interaction for the day, right?”

It isn’t until I’m in the shower and halfway through shaving my left leg that I realize just how much my newly formed friendship has influenced me. Not only has it granted me a rarely-won feeling of accomplishment, but it’s also spurred me to do something I never fully realized I had stopped in the first place.

For the first time in months - no, perhaps already a year? - I’m singing.

With a silly grin that is so at odds with the rush of tears to my eyes, I sing all the louder.

✂

For the first time since he saw the other half of this thread floating toward him on a phantom breeze, freshly cut, Jimin is singing.

Granted, it’s not the singing most people are used to hearing. The arena is echoing with the sounds of the members of BTS performing their various voice exercises. At first it felt a bit strange, sitting on the edge of the stage where they’ll be having their Muster is a few day’s time. Experimentally projecting his voice, wincing a little at how a few weeks without singing made it a bit difficult.

“How’re you feeling?” Yoongi plops down beside Jimin, leaning back on his hands. Jimin shrugs, looking around the arena.

“I’d forgotten how big these venues are,” he admits. “And it’s only been a few weeks since I last performed.”

Yoongi grunts in acknowledgement, looking at all the empty seats that will soon be filled with their fans. “It’s a humbling feeling, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Will we really fill this place up?”

Snorting, Yoongi gets up to his feet and holds a hand out for Jimin. “We will, I have a feeling that’ll be the least of our problems.”

Clambering to his feet as well, Yoongi’s words remind Jimin of what they have to do today. Heading toward the center of the back of the stage, they enter the loose huddle the others have formed.

The stage director, Kang Jisoo, does a quick headcount before beginning the little meeting. “Ok,” she rolls her shoulders, looking around the circle. “How’s everybody feeling?”

She’s met with an array of responses, all conveying the same meaning.

“Great. Does everyone feel confident with the different stages? Anything you feel like you need to go over before we begin the full rehearsal?” It’s quiet for a moment, but Hoseok voices what’s on everybody’s mind.

“How do you want us to move through Jiminie’s entrance and exit?”

Despite knowing that this question was coming, Jimin can’t help the spike in his heart rate. He’s itching to perform again, but there’s no way for him to anticipate everyone’s reactions when he comes out on stage. All he can do is try his best, he supposes.

The first couple of hours fly by, Jimin watching from the side for the majority of the time. It was decided that he would come on and perform with everyone for the final song, allowing for all of the members to leave at the same time as him.

When it comes time for that final song in the rehearsal, Jimin clenches his jaw while the platform rises up to the stage. Clinging to his microphone for dear life and forcing himself to look out at the empty arena instead of the red thread on his left hand, he readjusts his earpiece and allows for the music to take over.

Jimin’s eyes fall shut as he sings his part, a part of his aching heart basking in the lyrics. He doesn’t open them again until Taehyung’s deep voice is finishing out the song, and he glances around himself as though just remembering where he is.

He’s shocked when he catches Jungkook hastily drying his tears on his shirtsleeves.

“Kookie,” Jimin laughs as he rises from the stool, wandering over to the maknae. He pulls him into a hug, the other members watching with fond expressions. “You alright?”

Jungkook nods, sniffling a little more before pulling away. “Sorry hyung, I just...it’s sad.”

“The song?” Jimin asks with raised brows.

Shrugging and nodding at the same time, Jungkook looks around the empty arena as though able to see into the future when it will be filled with ARMY. “All of it.”

Kang Jisoo rushes over a moment later, her own eyes glinting a little with what might be unshed tears. “Right, after that, I would strongly advise saying goodbye and heading back to the lift.” She looks at Jungkook with a knowing expression. “It’s going to be a bit intense in here, I think. After that performance.”

“Should I have picked a different song?” Jimin asks, worried that it might prove too much for ARMY. “I just don’t think I could do a very high energy one, you know? But we could do 2! 3! Or something-”

It’s Taehyung who steps forward, throwing a comforting arm around his friend. “No. I think ARMY...I think I need to see it, actually.” He sighs. “It’ll hurt, but I think we’ll all look back and see that your performance, returning to the public eye with this song, gives hope.”

Once rehearsal is wrapped up, Jimin finds himself backstage with Jin and Jungkook. The three of them are in the process of stuffing their faces with whatever food they can find when Jin looks at Jimin quizzically.

“Have you texted Jolie at all since last night?”

Jimin’s eyes grow wide. “Er-” he swallows his food, “I forgot to charge my phone last night, it was dead this morning. I threw it on the charger once I got here. Let me find it.” He jumps up, heart beating a bit too quickly as he searches for his charged phone. This morning he’d nearly had a heart attack when he realized he’d fallen asleep with his phone in his hands instead of charging it up. When he tried to turn it on to attempt a good morning text to Jolie, he’d huffed and puffed as his poor phone refused to power up immediately.

By the time he’d rushed over here and found a charger to throw it on, he’d had to go on stage.

Now he finds it in the corner of the room, fully charged and-

“She texted me!” Jimin shouts, ripping his phone off the charger and rushing back over to Jin and Jungkook.

“She did?!” Jungkook and Jin simultaneously shout, eyes wide.

Jimin groans when he sees what time. “At like...four in the morning!”

“What did she say?” Jin urges, nudging him. Jimin unlocks his phone, immediately letting out a choked noise when he sees the adorable message.

It’s a photo of Elle, sprawled out as Jolie’s right hand (obviously not the left, which would show her severed thread), scratches her fluffy belly. Beneath the photo is a message.

Jolie (Elle): Elle’s much happier now, she says good morning!

Jolie (Elle): Oh, and she says thank you for the cuddles 😍

“Thank you for the cuddles,” Jimin squeaks out, parroting the message. Jin and Jungkook read the message over his shoulder, cooing at the adorable cat.

“What are you going to say back?” Jungkook asks, still smiling at the cute message. Jimin takes a moment to think it over, before typing out a message.

Me: Why is she so adorable??

Me: Alsoooo sorry for taking forever to respond. My phone was dead and then I forgot to take it off the charger.

He waits about sixty seconds before firing off another message.

Me: PLEASE DON’T STOP SENDING ME ADORABLE PICTURES OF ELLE THO, I SWEAR I CHERISH THEM

The others chuckle at him, knowing full well not to question him.

✂

I’ve taken a pan out of my cupboard to begin preparing dinner when my phone pings. It just so happens to go off at the same moment someone knocks on my door.

Rounding the corner to open the door, I check my phone on the way and can’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

I was worried that Jaemin wasn’t going to respond.

I mean, I did text him...fourteen hours ago? It’s already six in the evening, it’s about time he responded.

“Open up! It’s the police!”

Rolling my eyes, I yank the door open to reveal a grinning Chung-hei. “Come in, loser.”

She does just that, sniffing the air like some sort of dog. “You haven’t started cooking yet, have you?”

I shake my head. “Just about to start.” Sliding an onion across the counter, I pass her a cutting board as well. “Since you’re late, you can chop the onion.”

Grumbling something under her breath, Chung-hei takes the cutting board and stations herself before the counter. “Yeah, yeah. How’s life?”

Shrugging, I get up on my tip-toes to reach the spices that I for some reason keep on the top shelf. “Pretty good. Actually, today’s been a pretty good day.”

“Oh really?” Hei wiggles her eyebrows at me. “Why? What happened?”

Shouting triumphantly when I finally reach the spices, I grin at my oldest friend. “I think I made a friend.” Then, pausing, I smile even wider. “Actually, two.”

Christina and Jaemin.

What a great starting lineup.

Chung-hei pauses in her chopping, looking genuinely surprised. “You’re being social?”

We both laugh knowingly. She’s always been the more outgoing one out of the two of us, although I used to be just as social as she was. Over the past year or so though, I’ve definitely become more of a recluse.

Almost like I’d forgotten who I was, content to just watch life fly by outside my window. I’d completely forgotten the thrill that comes from making new friends.

“A little,” I shrug. “What about you? How are you doing?”

Chung-hei looks like she wants to ask a bit more about my newfound friends, but drops it for now. “Same old, same old. I’m busy, Namjoon is busy, but we make it work. Actually,” she sets her knife down and steps back to avoid the effects of the onion. “I wanted to come here and apologize.”

Today is definitely turning out to be an...interesting day.

“What?”

Smiling softly, Chung-hei takes the chopped half of the onion to the saucepan on the stovetop and begins sautéing it. “I was...unfair to you the other day. Well, I guess it’s been a couple of weeks now, hasn’t it? For one, I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize that I wasn’t being a very good friend-”

I stop her with a confused look. “Hei, what are you talking about?”

“When I ambushed you at the bread shop with Namjoon.”

“Oh,” I say, stepping back and watching her. “I didn’t realize I’d be getting an apology for that.”

“Well, you deserve one. I wasn’t thinking about how you were feeling, I just got so in my head, just wanting to fix everything.” She shakes her head, staring down at the pan. “The only thing I could think about was how lost Namjoon looked when he came over that night, you know, when everything went down…”

“You mean when I cut the thread.”

Chung-hei finally looks over at me, a little shocked.

“You can say it,” I continue, chewing on the inside of my cheek. “It’s not like it’s a disease or something.”

She nods slowly, returning to the task at hand. “Ok. Well, that night when...when you cut the thread, Namjoon showed up in the middle of the night. He’d just left Jimin, and he was a mess. It took him forever to calm down enough to even speak straight, let alone rest. And of course, I was horrified. So when I found out that it was my best friend who was the reason for all of that pain, pain that I can only imagine was multiplied tenfold for Jimin, I just...freaked out. Bringing Namjoon to confront you seemed to be the only option for me.”

“...but it wasn’t, right?” I ask tentatively, taking in this new information. The thought of Namjoon being such a mess that night had never crossed my mind. I’d imagined that everyone would be angry, sure. But shell-shocked? Shaken to the bone?

“No. There were - still are - so many better options. And that’s been eating me alive the past couple of weeks,” Hei admits. “I’m so sorry, Jolie. For not even taking the time to figure out if you’re ok.”

It’s the apology I didn’t know I needed.

“...do you forgive me?” I ask quietly, realizing that what I may need more than an apology is forgiveness.

Chung-hei turns around to face me, tears rolling down her face that may not be from the onions. “I- of course I do. I did, weeks ago.”

As much as I want to dissolve into my friend’s embrace and cry with her, I find myself needing to know more. In my personal search for forgiveness, I need to understand why.

“How, though?” I venture. “Why?”

Blinking, Hei pushes the onions around on the pan for a moment longer. “How? I just...I love you. Even when you’re an idiot.”

I laugh at her honest response, suddenly feeling much lighter. “Thank you?”

It would appear that Christina is right. As horribly cliché and exhausting as it sounds, that’s the first thing I’ve got to understand if I’m going to find any way out of this mess.

Love just has to always be the answer, doesn’t it?

“Attention hog,” I mutter, quietly attacking love.

“What was that?” Chung-hei asks, thankfully not hearing me above the sizzling of the stove.

“Oh, nothing.” Slipping my phone out of my pocket, I grin at the messages I have waiting for me. It looks like Jaemin slipped another message into the mix, ever the impatient one.

Me: Wowww good to know you’re still breathing

Me: Also, if that’s what it takes to get a text back within a decent amount of time...maybe there will be a shortage of Elle pictures for a while. Thanks for the idea! 😂

✂

When Jimin arrives back at the apartment that evening, he’s a little shocked to find himself walking into World War III.

Both him and Jungkook, who usually tend to share a car, freeze in the doorway as the unmistakable voices of Taehyung and Namjoon bounce off the walls. Jungkook is quick to close the door behind him, hoping that the rest of the prestigious neighborhood didn’t just hear the shouting.

“What do you mean you didn’t know what to do?!” Taehyung shouts, sounding like he’s upstairs. Jungkook and Jimin share a look, unsure of whether they should head up to break up the argument.

It’s been years since Namjoon got caught up in a screaming match with any of the members. Whatever it is, it must be serious.

Yoongi and Hobi sit on a couch in the living room, wincing at the bitter argument. Jimin and Jungkook wander over to them, hoping to find some sort of explanation.

“They came in like this,” Yoongi quietly explains, already knowing that they’d ask. “Didn’t tell us what’s going on, but they shared a car and I guess something happened.”

Before Jimin can ask anything, Namjoon’s voice interrupts him.

“What was I supposed to do, Taehyung?! Break Jimin’s heart all over again? Jolie hardly knows what she’s feeling, let alone how to pick up the pieces-”

“HE DESERVES TO KNOW!”

The entire apartment falls silent as Taehyung’s voice rips through Namjoon like a freshly sharpened knife. “He’s my best friend, and yours too, hyung.” His voice is softer now, although there’s still a barb to it. “Weren’t you the one preaching about ‘let it hurt, then let it go’? How is he ever supposed to let it go when you’ve been hiding this from him?”

“And how do you propose I tell him?” Namjoon says quietly enough that Jimin wonders if he actually heard him.

Before Jungkook can stop him, Jimin is striding up the stairs to see Taehyung standing in the doorway of Namjoon’s room, panting after his outburst. His heart is in his stomach, gut churning as he quietly walks over to his best friend’s side.

Taehyung jumps a little when Jimin appears beside him, but Jimin is immediately drawn in by the image in front of him.

Namjoon is sitting on the edge of his bed, head in his hands. Looking absolutely devastated.

“Tell me what?”

Head popping up, Namjoon meets Jimin’s eyes with his own blood-shot ones. “You’re home,” he croaks out, his voice sounding raw after the screaming match he just went through.

From the way Taehyung huffs, Jimin can tell he’s still riled up. Placing a protective hand on his shoulder, Taehyung urges his friend forward.

“Yes…” Jimin says, looking back at Taehyung. His friend keeps his eyes trained on Namjoon, almost as though daring him to try hiding the truth. It’s a look that has Jimin shrinking back, even though he’s not on the receiving end of it. “What’s going on, hyung? You- I heard Jolie’s name.”

Sitting up straight and nodding slowly, Namjoon looks utterly defeated. “Come in, Jimin. I...I need to talk to you about something.”

“What happened?” Jimin reiterates, feeling absolutely terrified. Nobody offers him a response just yet, although Taehyung does go inside with Jimin and stands beside him as he sits down in Namjoon’s armchair. It’s clear that Taehyung isn’t going anywhere during this conversation.

After a long moment, Namjoon adjusts to face Jimin, staring down at his hands. “Just, I need you to know that I didn’t hide this from you because I don’t trust you, Chim. I do. You know that.”

He glances up at Jimin, who nods for him to continue.

“Jolie...your soulmate, she’s Chung-hei’s best friend.” He pauses, allowing Jimin to take in this new information. All he can do is blink, his mind beginning to whir with what this implies. “And, er...I met her. A couple weeks ago.”

All Namjoon receives is a blank stare as Jimin tries and fails to compute. Taehyung’s chest is still rising and falling with heavy breaths, attempting to curb his anger.

“Chung-hei was freaked out when she learned about it, and she didn’t know what else to do. I wanted to tell you, Jimin, I swear. But I didn’t want you to get your hopes up-”

“You met her?” The question stops Namjoon in his tracks, instantly feeling more regret piling up as he sees the innocent confusion on Jimin’s face.

Jimin can’t believe that he could intentionally hide this from him.

“I...yes. I did.”

Nodding slowly, as checking off one question and moving to the next, Jimin furrows his brows. “As in, you spoke to her?”

“Yes.”

“But you didn’t tell me.”

“...no.”

“Because you were afraid of me getting my hopes up only to get hurt again?”

“Yes. Jimin, I-”

“Is she ok?”

Jimin asks the question in a quiet tone, but Namjoon has the distinct feeling of being caught in the middle of a hurricane. Indeed, Taehyung still appears to be fuming beside his best friend, but in Jimin’s eyes is a calculated sort of calm.

It hurts, Namjoon realizes. It hurts Jimin to still care so much even after having his heart ripped out. But that’s Jimin. To stop Jimin from loving would be to stop the world from spinning.

“She’s...lost.” Namjoon replies, unsure of how exactly to explain Jolie’s predicament. “Chung-hei feels horrible though, feels like she hasn’t been a very good friend to her over the past few weeks. She’s gone over there tonight to apologize.”

Jimin nods, fiddling with one of his rings. “Will you tell me what she said to you? Tell me everything that happened?” He hesitates. “Tell me...why?”

Namjoon looks more than willing to share that information with him, even if he doesn’t quite know why either. But he pauses for a moment, frowning.

“Jimin, I’m sorry.”

“I know.” Jimin chuckles softly when Namjoon looks confused. He shrugs, gesturing to his face. “You look horrible, so I figured you felt bad.”

Both Namjoon and Taehyung snort, and then the between them dissipates as Namjoon gives him an apologetic look. Taehyung just nods, accepting the silent apology. As long as Jimin’s alright, he’ll be fine.

“Well,” Namjoon stretches a little, “she bakes bread.”

✂

The boys all filter in at some point, listening with every ounce of their attention as Namjoon relates his experience. It’s late, late enough that Jimin knows Jolie probably won’t respond to the text he sends around one in the morning, but hopefully she’ll see it when she wakes up.

Which apparently is around four in the morning each day for work.

Me: Goodnight! I promise to be better at responding from now on 😜 give Elle a kiss goodnight from me

That’s why he’s so surprised when he receives a text back, quickly followed by Namjoon’s phone going off and him accepting a call from Chung-hei.

“She’s probably calling to tell me how it went tonight,” he explains, promising to put her on speaker once he answers the phone.

Jimin nods, wide awake as he unlocks his phone.

Jolie (Elle): Woah woah woah, quit hitting on my cat. She’s taken.

He hastily sends off a reply just as Chung-hei’s voice fills the room.

Me: Ooh, touchy subject. I see that you get grumpy once it’s past your bedtime

“Hey guys! Jimin, can you hear me?”

Jimin nods before realizing that Chung-hei can’t actually see him. “Oh, yeah. How’s it going?”

“Great! I’m so sorry about keeping this from you, Jimin. Really.”

“It’s alright,” Jimin says, getting up to stretch a bit. “So...how’s Jolie?”

“Really, really well. She seemed a lot happier today. Said that she’s made some new friends.”

Jimin’s heart jumps up to his throat, realizing that he may very well be one of those friends.

“Oh.”

“That’s a big deal, though. Jolie hasn’t really gone out of her way to get to know anyone for a while. Seeing her like this was awesome.”

Jimin’s phone lights up with an incoming message, making him smile despite his worry over Jolie’s apparent anti-socialness.

Jolie (Elle): ugh don’t remind me

Jolie (Elle): I have to get up in less than three hours, pray for me 🙏

“The only thing I’m worried about is what’s gonna happen to her once you go back out into the public eye, Jimin,” Chung-hei muses, pulling Jimin’s attention away from his phone. “Jolie is going to become public enemy number one whenever people realize she’s got a cut thread.”

“Oh,” Namjoon mumbles. “I didn’t think about that.” He glances over at Jimin.

“We have to find a way to cover for her,” Jimin thinks aloud. “We’ll come up with something.”

The conversation wraps up, everyone eventually leaving Namjoon’s room as he continues chatting with Chung-hei. Jimin finds himself on the sofa in the living room, fingers hovering over his phone.

Me: I hope you’re asleep by now. Let me know how tomorrow goes for you, don’t fall asleep at work or something.

When he doesn’t receive a response back, he lets out a long sigh. Sliding his feet into his slippers, he heads outside to the balcony. Resting against the railing and looking out into the night, it doesn’t take long before Taehyung shuffles out after him.

“Hey,” he quietly greets. Jimin glances over at his friend, smiling softly.

“Hey.”

It’s quiet for a long moment, both boys taking in the beautiful night before speaking up.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Jimin chews on the question for a while beneath the twinkling stars, grateful for Taehyung’s quiet patience.

“I’m not sure,” Jimin sighs. “I feel like it’s all I ever talk about, but at the same time I don’t know how to talk about anything else.”

Taehyung hums in understanding, cracking his back before leaning up against the railing. “Should we not talk at all, then?”

Chuckling softly, Jimin nods. The silence wraps around the two of them as the night progresses, although it does little to tire Jimin out. He’s still wide awake when the clock hits three, and realizes with a start that Jolie will be waking up soon.

It’s the fact that no matter how hard he tries to hate her but can’t that has him finally opening his mouth to speak. When he does, Taehyung is alert and ready to listen.

“I wonder…” Jimin’s voice is croaky, making it sound like he just woke up. He clears his throat. “I can’t stop myself from wondering about her. She’s constantly on my mind. Especially now that I’ve seen her…” his mind immediately recalls how she looked crouching down to greet Elle, that soft smile on her face. “You know, I can’t help but wonder what’s happened to make her be so quick to cut me out of her life. That’s not normal. I mean, to be a little hesitant, sure. But to go to such lengths?”

“You’re right,” Taehyung murmurs. “What do you think it is?”

Jimin shrugs. “I’m not sure. But I’m going to find out, one way or another.”

✂

Jimin has just finished showering and getting ready for bed when he realizes that it’s already four in the morning. Groaning once he realizes that he actually has to get up and do things in a few hours time, he wonders if he should wish Jolie good morning.

Will she think he’s weird?

Needy?

“Well, I am,” Jimin admits, not shying away from the desire to reach out to his soulmate. Unlocking his phone, he squints at the screen in the darkness, typing out a quick message.

Perhaps he’s a bit tired, or maybe he’s feeling more vulnerable than usual, but he finds himself hit with a sudden wave of loneliness. Wishing, despite the early hour, that he was with Jolie at this hour of the morning. Teasing her for having to get up so early, offering to take her out to lunch while Elle slumbers at the foot of the bed.

Picture perfect.

Me: Good morning 😸 I hope you were able to get some sleep!

The response is almost instantaneous.

Jolie (Elle): did you even go to sleep?? Seriously, if I make it to work in one piece this morning, it’ll be a miracle.

Jolie (Elle): Also, awww did I just receive my first official good morning text? 😌

Taehyung and Namjoon hover outside of Jimin’s room, watching him turn into a giggling mess. They exchange looks, chuckling to themselves.

“Hey, do you have a second?” Namjoon asks quietly. Jimin nods, letting them come in. Nobody bothers to turn the light on, opting to sit in the light darkness rather than blinding themselves at this early hour.

“Hang on, let me just respond to this real quick,” Jimin mumbles, chewing in the inside of his cheek before coming up with something good enough to respond with.

Me: No, haven’t slept yet. Looks like I won’t for a while. Hmmm, looks like I should start sending more morning texts? 😉 seriously though, good luck today. Let me know how you’re holding up.

Once he’s sent off the message, he sets his phone down to face his brothers.

“What’s up?”

Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, Taehyung sitting beside him looking like he’s half-asleep.

“Well, we’re trying to figure out how to smooth everything over for Jolie once word gets out that your thread was cut.” Jimin internally winces at the mention of his thread, but shakes it off as Namjoon continues to speak. “Any ideas?”

✂

I’ve successfully made it through my shift, despite how slowly time was moving this morning. Scrubbing my hands in the big industrial sink in the back, I listen to the quiet chatter going on in the front of the store. It’s a Wednesday morning, not much is going on out there today. Chances are the shop will be empty until either the lunch rush or the end of the work day.

It’s the perfect way for me to slip out unnoticed.

I’m attempting to do just that, my apron already untied, when my boss Yuri calls out to me.

“Jolie! Really quick, before you head out, it looks like we’ve got an impromptu meeting…?” She looks at me expectantly, which has me furrowing my brow. Am I really so tired that I forgot about a meeting?

“Oh, er...ok.”

“Are we alright to have it back here?”

Again, I frown. Why is she asking me? She’s the boss. “Yeah, that’s fine I guess. Whatever works best for you.”

Yuri smiles warmly at me, although I don’t miss the way her gaze dips down to my left hand. “Great. I’ll let them know that we can chat back here.”

Them?

I shake it off, dubbing the strangeness of it all just a side effect to my exhausted state. It was great having Chung-hei over last night, but I haven’t stayed up that late in a long time-

“Hey Jolie, sorry to bombard you like this.”

I whip around at the sound of a familiar voice, eyes widening when I see Kim Namjoon standing before me. Opening my mouth to ask one of the many questions swirling around my mind, I find that no sound comes out as another tall figure steps into the room.

Coming to stand next to Namjoon, Taehyung’s residual smile from chatting with the employees in the front fades to a straight line. No smile, not an ounce of warmth crosses his sculpture-like features.

“Glad we could catch you before you head out,” Taehyung’s quiet, deep voice is nearly inaudible as he watches me from across the room.

Caught indeed.

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546 Days Without You — Eleven: Day 412

Pairing — Seokjin x Reader

Tags — boyfriend!Seokjin, older brother!Yoongi, producer/songwriter!MC, military au (ish), idol au (ish)

Genre — fluff, angst

Word Count — 3.1k

Summary — Kim Seokjin is your entire world, and that world falls apart the moment he and your older brother Yoongi are conscripted into the South Korean military.

Part — 11 / 15

Warnings — minor language

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Days turn into weeks, and weeks turn into months. Time flies by as you travel from Korea to Europe, then to the Americas, then to Australia. In the four months that have passed, the amount of concerts has crossed over two-dozen. You've crossed into at least half as many countries across six continents, and this is only the half-way point.

Shortly after the new year, the group finds itself emptying out of the plane. Having landed in Nagoya minutes before, at an ungodly hour of the morning, you struggle to keep yourself awake. Gravity pulls your body towards the earth. The soft rain falls, creating a lullaby for the weary souls trekking towards the ride to the hotel. You'd like nothing more than to let the ground swallow you whole.

Tour has left most of the members worse for the wear, despite the joy and fulfillment that it brings on an almost daily basis. You considered it a gift from the gods that you had a whole 36 hours before the show. Everyone needed a good shower, a proper meal, and a long night's sleep after leaving Melbourne after the last show. If the next concert was going to be a success, the boys and you needed it desperately.

Along with some cheering up. It isn't lost on you that this is the last show for the next month. After Nagoya, you'll all be heading back to Seoul, where Hoseok and Namjoon will begin final preparations for enlistment. Their date is just under a month away; once mid-February arrives, you'll be saying goodbye to two more members.

It's the thought that's consumed your mind as of late. A lot has happened since Seokjin and Yoongi were conscripted; over a year has passed. Both the time and space have allowed you to reevaluate your stance on conscription.

A soft hand shakes your shoulder, bringing you out of your quasi-dream state and back to the moment. Jimin offers you a hand, assisting you in stepping from the car. The hotel is dimly lit against the Nagoya sky, and the famous castle stands high against the horizon. Any other night you might stay and admire for longer, as this city was one of Seokjin's favorites, but you willfully allow your closest friend to tug you into the building.

As Sejin checks the group in for the next few nights, you throw your arms around Hoseok's neck, mumbling, "Up, up."

The brunet bends down, scooping you up and cradling you against his back. Hands under your thighs, arms around his shoulders, head lulling against the crook of his neck, you welcome his comfort — quite literally with open arms. The youngest member kindly grabs your suitcase.  Breathing deeply, your eyes flutter shut once again.

"Jungkookie's right," you slur on the short elevator ride to the upper floor. "You do smell nice."

Hoseok's laugh reverberates through his body, one of the greatest sounds turned to one of the greatest feelings. It's joy taken physical form.

"You're so cute when you're delirious," he chuckles.

"Don't make me out-rap you next time we perform. I have no problem taking my brother's place in 'UGH.'"

Hoseok slides the key to one of the rooms. "Oooh? Threatening me now, are we?"

Nodding against his shoulder, you tighten your arms when he tries to put you down. "M'comfy."

"[Y/n]-ahhh."

"Fiiine."

You drop your clingy arms from around his neck, and Hoseok settles you onto the queen bed in the center of the room. Jungkook drops off your suitcase, giving a small wave before departing for his suite across the hall.

A sudden vibration originating from your jacket pocket causes you to stir. A soft, quiet chorus from Seokjin's last song plays. Your exhaustion suddenly fading, you tug the phone from your pocket. Your boyfriend's face glows on the screen, giving you the option to accept or decline a face-to-face.

A grin spreads across your face, and you accept without hesitation. The call connects, and suddenly you're able to see him. He's already dressed in uniform, the patches on his collar revealing yet another promotion that happened over the new year. This status gives him even more freedom than before, and he can pretty much call you whenever he wants. Yoongi has reached the same status, although he tends to send you more voice memos than actual calls. Just like the two of you used to do.

Seokjin laughs, eyes crinkling up at the corners, at the sight of you on your side. Cheeks mushed up against the pillow, eyes barely open, curled up into a fetal position, you must be a sight for sore eyes.

"Just landed, I see?"

"Shut up," you murmur.

"You look exhausted, Jagi."

"That's because she is, hyung," Hoseok interrupts from across the room. He's finished dragging his suitcase into the room, then opens the door that leads to the other bedroom in the other suite. "Can't you call some other time? We're about to crash."

You roll your eyes and snicker. "Someone's getting cranky."

"He's right,"

Seokjin chuckles, bringing your attention back to his face.

"I just got up, and I wanted to check in, make sure you got to Nagoya safely. That's all. Don't want to keep you up."

Giving a thumbs-up, you force a smile and pull yourself into a sitting position. "Never better! Slept the whole way. How the hell are you up so early?"

"You know me: I'm always the early bird!"

"Yeah, except the earlier you get up, the more chaotic you are. Remember the punching bag and yoga mat incident?"

"Well—"

"—Or the time you about choked on mangos, after calling yourself elegant?"

"Aish! I get it! At least I don't snore when we stay at any—no, every hotel."

Hoseok returns to the doorway, toothbrush shoved into his mouth and an unamused expression on his face. He gestures with a flourish of his hand. "Wrap it up with loudmouth. I'm dead. We can admire your bickering tomorrow when we're human again."

Giving the older member a nod of assurance, you watch in mild amusement as he leaves for the washroom once again. Turning your eyes back to the phone, you find Seokjin mirroring your playful, mischievous expression.

"We're the worst, aren't we?"

"Oh, definitely."

Seokjin sighs, then straightens his posture.

"Do me a quick favor before I hand up?"

"For you, anything."

"Wooow, cheesy, [Y/n.]"

"Be quiet or I might change my mind!"

"Can you show me the Castle? In the center of Nagoya? I'm sure your hotel can see it. You can see it from anywhere, pretty much."

Your smile softens at his request. Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you step towards the balcony door. Even through the window, Nagoya Castle is stunning. Once the door is opened and you step out into the crisp air, you flip the view around so Seokjin can see what you do. The lights around the castle case brilliant golden light across the white and green structure.

"Wooow,"

he breathes, causing you to smile at the screen.

"That's just like how I remember."

"Wish you were here to see it in person."

"You know I would be if I could."

Flipping the screen around so that he can see you once again, you ask, "When can you use the time off you've built up? I didn't think there was anything you had to wait for after your first year."

"Not on paper there isn't," he nods, running a hand over his shortened black hair. "But you haven't been back in Korea since before then—way before then—and I can't leave the country while on leave, so..."

"You can take a day off without us being there, you know."

Seokjin shakes his head stubbornly.

"Not vacation time. Nope, I'm saving all that for when you come back."

"We'll be back for a few days when Joon and Hobi enlist, their ceremony and such," you mention.

"I know..."

His sentence trails off, awkward and hanging in the air. Your boyfriend's eyes avert yours, and something in his voice cues you to pry further.

Tilting your head slightly, you lean against the railing of the balcony. "Why the hesitation?"

"I'm not hesitating, it's nothing."

You cock an eyebrow and smirk. "You're a liar, Kim Seokjin. Fess up."

His lips pull into a smile, and his eyes flutter shut. Not out of exhaustion, as your own so desperately crave, but out of near-annoyance.

"I was going to surprise you, fool! I was going to take off those days and show up at the dorms without telling you...but I guess you read right through me."

To say your jaw dropped in surprise would be a huge understatement. Eyes gaping and breath caught in your throat, you gawk at your boyfriend as he bursts into laughter.

"Surprised, Jagi?"

"Um...yes! You—wait, how? What?"

"Korean, [Y/n]. You can rap for god's sake."

You shake your stun away, forcing watery eyes to remain held together. "You're serious? I'm really gonna see you in less than a month?"

Seokjin's laughter fades, but his eyes are still sparkling.

"Very serious. I've already gotten the time approved."

Tears prick your eyes, and you lower your head into your sweater sleeve to hide from his gaze. This only amuses Seokjin.

"Getting all soft on me again? Your cool exterior is crumbling."

"I hope you know that this is all your fault, you ass. I never used to be this close to crying all the damn time."

"It's cause you've been without me for so long, isn't it? I'm your cure."

The balcony door slides open, revealing a sleepy, disheveled, and unhappy Hoseok. He doesn't say a word, only glowers at you—whites of his eyes hardly visible as he squints—until you sigh, "Fine, I know, I know. Time's up." After which he nods once and disappears back into the hotel.

"I'll go,"

Seokjin agrees, voice lighter than when he first called.

"Gotta do some work sometime today."

You blow a kiss to the camera, one that he pretends to catch and hold against his chest, over his heart. "Love you, miss you, but you know all that."

"I do,"

he teases.

"Love you, miss you, even more."

The next morning, you're awake after most of the other members. The sound of Hoseok drying his hair brings you out of peaceful slumber, much to your grumpy chagrin.

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!" he cheers, already fully awake even before coffee.

You give him the universal sign of love and affection, otherwise known as the bird, and stumble towards the other bathroom. Hoseok giggles at your less-than-pleasant attitude and goes about his business as you struggle to get ready.

After stepping from the hotel room, refreshed and ready for the unplanned day, Jimin appears with a cup of coffee extended towards you. "Fuel for m'lady," he greets.

Grateful for the favor, you give him a swift hug and walk at his side towards the recreational area on your floor. Suited with a pool table, miniature bar, breakfast nook, dining and sitting area, it's a perfect place for the whole group to spread out and hang in the free time. Since the members and staff take up most of the rooms on this floor, you basically have it all to yourselves.

"So, what's the plan for the day?" you announce as you enter.

Taehyung looks up from his platter of local tamagoyaki; beside him, Namjoon continues to read the book in hand. "I don't think we've decided," the former states.

"The show isn't until tomorrow night, so we have time to kill," Jungkook states from the breakfast bar. He's piling every kind of Japanese breakfast cuisine he can find onto his plate. "Sejin says we can kill time here if we want."

"Or we can go out and explore with the managers," Hoseok adds as he enters the room. "I don't know about you, but I'm starting to feel claustrophobic."

"Agreed," you mutter. Taking a long sip from your coffee cup, you walk towards the breakfast bar and snag onigiri. Looking around, you make sure that the members are the only ones present. No managers, no staff, no cameras. "I have an idea."

At your lowered voice, you catch the youngest's attention first. Jimin grins in your direction, and you flash them both a mischievous wink. "Aigoo," Namjoon breathes.

"I think we all need to get out of here, and I don't know about the rest of you, but I kinda wanna explore Nagoya like a local. No security, no managers, no babysitters. Think about it--when's the last time we did that?"

"Went out without Sejin or security, and outside of Korea?" Taehyung asks, and you nod. He takes a moment to contemplate, eyes flitting upwards as he thinks. "Honestly, I can't remember."

Hoseok pipes up. "Since before Wings, probably. We're never really alone anymore."

Sensing trepidation from the members, you hop up onto the back of the sofa, perched with legs crossed. You press the tips of your fingers against the opposite hand's, creating a mirror image of mischief in front of your wicked grin.

"Here's my proposal. I've been to Nagoya a couple of times with Seokjin. It's one of his favorite cities, so I know all the best spots for fun. I also know how to avoid staff for the same reason."

"Yeah, you're an expert," Namjoon scoffs.

You hold up a hand in his direction. "Be quiet, Bonsai Boy. The Queen is speaking."

"She's spent too much time with Jin-hyung," Jungkook murmurs under his breath, and you choose to ignore him for now.

"So...who's going to take a leap of faith and trust me?"

Jimin mirrors your folded-hands, then slowly moves to rub them together with a slightly evil chuckle. "I'm in."

"Of course you are."

Jimin grabs the Taehyung and Jungkook by the arm, dragging them closer to you. "They are, too."

Seeing neither Maknae put up an argument to the contrary, you turn your hooded gaze to the eldest members present. "What say ye, Jung Hoseok and Kim Namjoon?"

Hoseok begins bouncing on his toes, clapping his hands together as he turns towards the leader. His smile is bright and wide, earning a sigh and shake of the head from Namjoon.

He gestures towards you with a defeated smile, dimples showing at the corners of his mouth. "Lead the way, Ms. Queen."

Having the agreement from each member, you clap your hands once and announce, "All right! Everyone go grab what they want for an afternoon and evening out. Make sure to grab a cap or beanie and glasses so we can blend in. I'll text the managers and tell them we're going to be hanging out in my room and that we want some alone time. Done it before, and they've never bothered me so I think it'll work. Meet back here in two minutes."

"How do you expect to get out of the hotel without being seen?" Jungkook inquires as he removes his arm from Jimin's grasp.

You reach up and pat the younger boy on the head. "Don't worry. I'm magic."

As everyone scurries back to their rooms, you text Sejin along the way; you give the listed excuse, and then grab a jacket and shoulder bag. Hoseok tosses you one of his beanies, and you pair it with your sunglasses.

Once reconvened, you nod for the boys to follow you. Pressing a finger to your lips, you tip-toe down the hall. The members follow suit, equally as quiet and sneaky, like a series of ducklings behind the mother goose. Instead of going towards the elevator, you lead them to the opposite end of the hallway. The staircase is unmarked and unguarded, but you've stayed at this hotel before on a previous trip and remembered it from then.

Opening the door, you usher each of the boys inside. "Go to the second floor. There's a fire escape we can take from there that will put us outside the building without having to run into everyone waiting in the lobby or the fans outside."

"You're eerily good at sneaking around," Taehyung repeats the sentiment from earlier, though he's smiling instead of shaking his head.

Your grin widens. "Did I ever tell you that my first date with Seokjin involved us sneaking into a theater to hear the live orchestra perform?"

"That makes a lot of sense," Namjoon chides in his usual passive-aggressive tone.

Once outside the hotel, around the corner from the entrance where most of the fanatic fans and insistent reporters pool together, you turn to the boys with two thumbs-ups. "Free at last! So, where do we wanna go? I know the best miso katsu place you'll ever visit. Or maybe we do something outside...or maybe a bit of both! What are we feeling?"

"We just ate," Jimin states, patting his stomach to show he doesn't have any room for more food at the moment.

Tapping your chin, you think back across all of the times Seokjin had taken you on various tours of Nagoya over the years. It's at least half-a-dozen times at this point, and on those days, you'd had a variety of adventures. Food, art, thrills, history: he'd shown you them all. You've explored the Castle and various other historical shrines and temples, and you've been to just about every food market and restaurant in the Showa-ku and Kita-ku wards. Museums and galleries have been ventured, as have tours of local wildlife and expansive parks. There have been many a shopping excursion, and you're an idiot if you think that Seokjin hadn't taken you to an amusement park or arcade at least a couple times. Holiday festivals, cosplay summits, local music--you've done it all.

But there's one adventure you had two years ago that's stuck in your mind ever since, the one day you both had more fun acting like children than any other date prior. A massive grin spreads across your face, and you grab the two oldest members' hands, dragging them towards the nearest subway station.

"Woah! Where are we going?"

"The Meijo Line!"

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The Colour of Our Voices [10]

Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 10.5 OR Chapter 11

➜ Words: 4.8k

➜ Genres: 98% Fluff, 2% Angst, Slice of Life, Broadway!AU

➜ Summary: He wasn’t supposed to hear. He wasn't supposed to know. But the instant Jimin came into your life and pulled the curtains back, you couldn't hide backstage anymore. You were no longer merely a phantom of the opera.

➜ Warning: Spoilers to the musical Les Mis.

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You show up in sweats.   If you could, you’d take a swig of the rosette right about now. But you’ve long run out and decided not to buy more after the other day’s embarrassing stunt at Jimin’s doorstep.   You still cringe when you think about it.   So instead, you eat chocolate. You gnaw on the king sized bar like it’s Halloween and you’re indulging in the post-trick-or-treat spirit.    Your hair is also unwashed, a spectacular three day record now. It’s itchy at some parts and when you scratch, white fluff comes dusting from your scalp. You haven’t showered in general for a while. There’s no point, really. Not when you don’t have any arrangements, responsibilities, no job to go to.   The unemployed life isn’t actually a bad one — as long as you don’t think about the inevitable doom of your bank account and having to go into debt to pay off bills.   Your life sort of feels like that picture of that dog that’s sipping on coffee while thinking ‘this is fine’ and the room is on fire. But what can you do?   “Is she…”   “...yeah…”   “....it’s true then?”   There are whispers that you’re not unaccustomed to, stares behind your back that you can feel and sense in your peripheral vision. “...the ghost singer…”   You turn around to look and the girls immediately seal their lips, looking away. They pretend to be discussing other things, but still, you hear it all around you.   “So is she really the Phantom? How is that possible?”   “Don’t ask me.”   “Do you think she can really sing?”   “Probably not. She’s only here because it would bring in publicity. We all know that.”   Your efforts are fruitless. They’re right. You’re not going to get a role. You’re only here to satisfy people’s curiosity.    “L/N Y/N?” The girl reads off her list. “Is there a L/N Y/N here?”   Fuck it.   What do you have to lose? You’ve lost it all anyways.   “Here!”   You raise your hand, voice loud and clear. The murmuring of the girls cease once they confirm that it is you. But you pay them any mind, finishing the chocolate bar in the awkward silence. You chew your mouthful and smear your stained hand on your grey sweatpants, leaving a streak of brown on your thigh.   You toss the wrapper in the garbage.   “Uh...right this way,” the girl says as she gestures past the curtain.   Many auditions take place in closed off rooms, but it’s an open stage this time. A modest size with the pianist tucked in the corner. There are five people sitting before the front row, a panel of them — some producers, directors, writers — you don’t know and you don’t care much for their titles either.   It feels like you’re on some TV show, ready for their judgment.    Your nose runs with snot and you wipe it away with the back of your hand. “Hi.”   “You’re L/N Y/N?” There’s a shuffle of papers, people peering up at you past their glasses.   “Yes.” You swallow the last bit of chocolate in your mouth, clearing your throat. You hope your teeth aren’t stained. Well….if they are, it wouldn’t be the biggest deal.   “You worked at the Phantom of the Opera production?”   You should probably head to the supermarket after this and get some ice-cream. You’d definitely feel better with it, curled on your couch with a warm blanket and some television to drown out the silence of your apartment.   “Y/N?”   The call of your name has you focusing again. “Pardon?”   The woman is dressed cleanly in a blazer with her hair pulled back into a bun like yours. But hers is undoubtedly neater, probably holding a bunch of pins, maybe even hair-sprayed. Yours was bunched up carelessly with a stretched elastic you found on the floor of your closet.   “You worked at the Phantom production?” she repeats.   You give her a bland answer, but one that’s unfortunately the entire truth. “As an intern.”   One of them pipes up, “Can you tell us any details about your previous work at the Phantom production?”   “I did coffee runs.”   “Umm….” The younger female in the middle gestures with her hand. “Did you do anything else?”   “I swept the floor. I did a lot of paperwork and printed things out for the director there,” you list out and shrug. “I don’t know. Things like that.”   They exchange looks with one another, probably not expecting such a boring response. “Did you...contribute to the performance in any way?”   Your eyes dim. Of course — this is what they wanted to know all along. It’s the reason you’re here in the first place. But they shouldn’t have beaten around the bush. If they asked over the phone, you would’ve told them. They didn’t need to waste their time like this.   But unfortunately, the honest truth isn’t as glamorous as they think it is. “The actor couldn’t sing, so I did. Behind the curtain.”   “And how did that come about?” someone asks with a frown, and you can see the girls peeking out from the curtain to your left, listening in.   “They needed someone,” you deadpan. “I volunteered.”   “Well...alright then.” He clears his throat and the others shift uncomfortably in their seats. You wonder what it is that they wanted to hear from you, what kind of gossip they were anticipating. “What are you singing for us today?”   “Do you have a preference?”   “Uh…” They look at one another and some shake their heads. “No, not really.”   You approach the pianist with a sigh. You didn’t prepare, but after countless auditions, you know all the basic audition pieces inside out. Every lyric is embedded into your mind. Pathetically enough. But they’re all the same — they gave you the same outcome of failure.    “Do you have any sheet music?”   The pianist blinks at you and timidly points to the top of the upright piano. “You can look in the binder.”   You flip it open and grab for the first paper-clipped set, passing it to him. “Here.” Then you step up to the middle of the stage again, cueing the pianist with a lifeless hand and the notes start, light and optimistic much to your displeasure.    Usually, you’d begin to feel your palms become clammy. But instead, your fingertips are sticky from melted chocolate. “There’s been a change in me.” Your voice draws from your chest hastily without much care. “A kind of moving on.”   Typically, your heart would be pumping fast to the point where you could feel it all the way in your throat. Your mouth would go dry. A cold sweat would wash down your body. But you don’t feel any of these things.    “Though what I used to be, I still depend upon.”   Your knees don’t quake. You don’t need to hide any tremors in your hands.    It’s not a real audition after all. This is a joke.   And if anything, you feel pissed. No matter where you go, you’re strung along by people for their own entertainment.   “For now I realize. That good can come from bad.”   It’s supposed to be a touching song sung by Belle in Beauty and the Beast. It’s supposed to be gentle. Hopeful. But every word is filled with your aggression. It’s hostile and indignant. You’re exhausted at being humiliated and you wail out the lyrics in grief. It tears from your throat.    If they wanted to hear you sing, they were going to hear alright.   “That may not make me wise. But fuck,” you ad lib, “it makes me glad.”   “And I—” you belt the note in a kind of bitterness reserved for a resentful villain, and a kind of sadness bleeds into it. It’s not at all like a kind protagonist that’s meant to be a delicate princess. Your voice even warbles against your will, cracks at the top, but you don’t care. You embrace it. “I never thought I’d leave behind my childhood dreams. But I don’t mind.”   You look off to the top of the stairs in the small auditorium. You’re reminded of how you once sang on a stage like this, how a brunette boy appeared from thin air and began clapping for you.   “For now I love the world I see.” You shut your eyes to savour the memory. “No change of heart, a change in me.”   You stop. The piano slows and ends. It goes completely silent.   One of the men open their mouth and then closes it. “Um….”   You spare them from having to sugar coat it and tell you how awful you are. “Thanks for the opportunity.”   You step off the stage, grab your bag, and brush past the crowd of males and females preparing to audition. They all stare at you — but for reasons you’re wrong about. Though you don’t dwell long enough to find that their expressions aren’t of detest. You hop down the stairs and take the emergency exit out.   //   You don’t know where to begin with your belongings.   For one, you’re going to need cardboard boxes bigger than those containing your instant noodles. If you’re going to go home, you need to pack up your furniture somehow. But in the meantime, you haul out your dusty luggage from the back of your closet. You kick the busted wheel to roll it a few meters before hurling it on your bed with a sigh.   You’re not sure what clothes to leave behind and which to take with you.   The mattress dips underneath your added weight and you look over to the hanging dresses that you never go to wear, blazers and pencil skirts that are unwrinkled and were only pulled out for the occasional audition….   You stand on your feet after a prolonged moment, not yet feeling the urge to dump all the hangers onto your bed and fold up the clothes into neat squares. Instead, you put it off by heading to the kitchen for more ice-cream.   But as you grab for a spoon, you pass by that counter. The one with the abandoned ticket pushed to the side. It catches your eye and you’re suspended in your spot, feet rooted to the ground. You almost forgot — it’s tonight.   You hold the ticket up to the light. It’s a dark blue with a streak of red, a young girl on it facing the horizon. Les Misérables, a front mezzanine middle row seat.   It wouldn’t hurt to do one more thing before you begin packing to go home…   Right?   //   You’re startled when the bell at the top of the door jingles to signal your entrance.   “Welcome to the Bloom Room!” A female in a green apron turns around with a bouquet of flowers and shears in the other hand. All around her are fancy floral arrangements, from wreaths to overflowing vases. The fresh scent overwhelms your senses, vibrant hues that render you even more uncertain. “How may I help you?”   “Umm..”   She smiles softly at you. “What kind of flowers are you looking for? Anything specific at all?”   You glance at the surroundings, still unsure. Maybe you should get something that’ll convey how sorry you are, for showing up drunk at his doorstep, for saying all those mean things to him. Something that’ll make amends, to tell him you really miss him, his presence, friendship.   You should get something that’ll communicate how thankful you are for him — for always being there even when you pushed him away, for always supporting you, for being your backbone when you needed it.   “Just….something nice, please,” you end up telling her with a modest smile.   “Certainly.” She leads the way, through the shelves and cases of flowers and bouquets. The florist glances at you, sincere in her gaze. “What’s the special occasion?”   “Oh no, there’s not a special occasion.” You shake your head and your hands, and the volume of your voice quiets as you try to explain. “Well, not really. I’m just bringing it with me to a show tonight. Someone I know is performing for the first time on stage.”   “How exciting! What’s your relationship with this person?” She stops at a station that has jars filled with single flowers, an array of brown paper and ribbons on the side. “Friends? Family member? Boyfriend or girlfriend?”   “Umm…..” You don’t know why it’s taking you so long to think about it. “Friends…?”   And you certainly don’t know why there’s a hint of doubt in your voice either.   The florist’s pupils flicker up to you, a hint of a knowing smile gracing her features. “How about peonies? They’re very delicate and I think it’ll be perfect to bring with you to a show. Seven of them and some baby’s breath and lilacs.”   “That sounds nice.” You nod and she begins to choose them. But you wonder if it’s strange to bring flowers to him. You clear your throat. “Is it…” The woman turns to look at you. “Is it weird to give flowers to a guy?”   “Not at all,” she assures you. “Trust me, everyone loves to get flowers.”   “Do you…..think I should deliver it or give it to him?” You’re unsure of what protocol is. You’ve never bought flowers for anyone before.   “Oh, you should give it to him,” she tells you without a trace of doubt. “That’s just me, but I think it’s much more personal to hand-deliver.”   You nod and there’s a moment of quiet before you remember something. It flickers into your mind, a memory hitting you in the face. And your eyes light up.   “C-Can I get them in purple?”   //   The show starts at seven thirty, so you arrive twenty minutes beforehand.    Your ticket gets scanned and you shuffle into the auditorium. There are lots of people, a sea of glamour, couples going on dates to musical fanatics eager to watch their favourite theater performance to critics ready to analyze the show. You tug on your little black number that ends at your knees — it’s modest and simple, but one of the many dresses that you never got to wear. But there's not a lot of time to be self-conscious or to second guess yourself. The people are a tide that rushes in, and you’re overwhelmed, pushed forward by their force and unable to escape.   The theater is grand, brightly lit with the red curtains pulled down. You find your seat and hug the small bouquet of flowers in your lap.   When the show finally begins, the lights dim down completely and it’s glorious. Music begins to play, thundering through the auditorium, and men march onto the stage holding sledgehammers. “Look down, look down. Don't look 'em in the eye.”   Your eyes search for Jimin, but he’s not here.   If you remember the details of his role correctly, you have a feeling he won’t show up for a while. So you sit back and try to relax and watch. But the anticipation and excitement of seeing him keeps you on alert. Any time there are characters entering the stage, your eyes always scan across.   It’s not until an hour later that you finally see the familiar boy at the very corner of the scene, catching the edges of the spotlight. Immediately, a smile tugs into your cheeks.    Jimin’s singing with the others, wearing a long brown coat with disoriented hair. He plays the part of a young man from a rich family well. You can practically see the fire in his eyes.   “Look down and show some mercy if you can! Look down, look down, upon your fellow man!”    The song is similar to an anthem, riling up the crowd for a revolution. “It'll come, it'll come, it'll come... It'll come, it'll come, it'll come…”   Jimin doesn’t have a main role, but he’s still on the stage of Broadway, singing with many others. You’re happy to see him, elated that you know the boy that’s actually performing, and you have to hold back from giving a sudden standing ovation.    “Before the barricades arise?”   The crowd breaks up as the police enter the stage and just like that he disappears again. But ten minutes later, it’s his time to shine again. Jimin’s one of the nine men — the main character, Marius, and the supporting character, Enjolras, taking the limelight, but he’s one of the many students sitting around a table, at a supposed bar.   “Red!” one of them sings.   The male playing Marius faces the audience. “I feel my soul on fire!”    “Black!”   “My world if she's not there!” the main actor responds with vigor.   “Red!” Jimin belts with others.    “The colour of desire!”   “Black!” he sings again, and you can pick up his voice between the timbre of others.    “The colour of despair!”   Jimin sings with the actors and it echoes throughout the theater. While he never sings a line by himself, you can still hear his tone ever so slightly before it melts away. “The dark of ages past! Red — a world about to dawn! Black — the night that ends at last!”   His appearance is sweet albeit short. You see him one more time right before the intermission when the cast comes onto the stage and sings for the hope of the future in ‘One Day More’.    Afterwards, it’s a fifteen minute break. It’s an hour and a half through the show, but the intermission allows people to relieve themselves at the restrooms or grab a drink at the bar. In your case, you stick around, grasping the bouquet. The brown paper crinkles under your grip and you peer at the curtain as if hoping he’ll run out.   Instead, you catch Jimin coming out from the left door as the other people are spilling out of the auditorium.   But it’s bad timing.   He doesn’t come to where you are, but towards the orchestra section, right by one of the closest rows to the stage. An older woman and man stand, clapping and jumping. He runs into the woman’s arms and squeezes him.   It’s his parents, and you smile before turning around to walk away, not wanting to interrupt the intimate moment with your presence. His parents must be proud.   You’re happy for him.   //   The show continues afterwards. Jimin makes a few more cameos here and there without singing any lyrics, simply in the crowd at the barricades. Although, he does say a few lines.   “See! The people unite!” — “So what are we going to do with this snake in the grass?” — “You wear an army uniform.” And when Éponine dies, he comforts Marius. “She will not die in vain…”   But Jimin does sing one line by himself in the song ‘Drink With Me’. His eyes sweep across the audience floor as he steps forward, pretending to take a swig of the empty beer bottle. “Here’s to pretty girls who went to our heads!”    And you swear he looks right at you.   As if he had memorized where you would be seated.   But Jimin looks away right after, his eyes passing your spot. You release your held breath, realizing it was your imagination. There was no way he could actually see you.   The show lasts another forty minutes, filled with the spectacular performances of the leads, their beautiful voices that captivate your attention and everyone else’s. During the finale when the storyline has wrapped up, everyone comes onto the stage again. You see him one last time there.   Jimin is singing, smiling wide, looking out at the audience.    It could not be a better Broadway debut.   You muse that he truly belongs on the stage — there’s no place else he should be. Along with the rest of the audience, you give a standing ovation. The applause roars throughout the auditorium, actors and actresses bowing and waving goodbye.    When it dies down, the bright lights come on again. People begin trickling out and you’d leave as well, if not for the bouquet of flowers you’re still holding onto.   You look around. “U...Um excuse me…”   You stop someone who looks like a worker and they blink at you, confused. You swallow hard and hand over the flowers. “C-Can you give this to Park Jimin? He was an actor in the production.”   “Sorry.” The teenager awkwardly points to a family that’s gathering their belongings to show he’s with them and he offers a kind smile. “I don’t work here.”   “O-Oh. Sorry.” You bow your head and they say it’s no problem. But you’re still cringing from embarrassment, and now you don’t know what to do, how to give it to him without having to face him. You should’ve thought about this better.   But before you can contemplate any solution, you hear a sudden—   “Y/N?!”   Jimin’s sweaty. Like he sprinted here as fast as he could the second the curtains fell. His parents are nowhere in sight, probably in the lobby, but he's here with you. Still in costume. The nineteenth century french clothing — blue trench coat, puffy white shirt underneath, brown slacks.   His hair is riled up with what looks like soot pressed to his cheeks, makeup of some sort that makes him appear even more disoriented and soiled. But he doesn’t care. You don’t either.   His chest rises and falls as he tries to catch his breath. The two of you stare at each other, pupils locked into one another’s, holding the other’s attention. Captivated. Then after a beat, the biggest and goofiest grin spreads into his face. It’s enormous, causing his eyes to crinkle into half-moons.    “You came! You...actually came!”   “Y-Yeah…” You’re stunned and you tear your eyes away, the intensity becoming too much for you to handle. Your arm extends. “These are for you.”   “Flowers?!” He breathlessly giggles and takes them. Jimin doesn’t fail to notice that they’re all shades of purple, from lilac to violet. Because of you, purple has become his new favourite colour. “I love them. Thank you!”   “C-Congratulations on your debut, Jimin.”   He grins, so much that his rosy cheeks look like they’re about to burst. His teeth peek out, eyes crescent moons. “Thank you. I’m glad you could make it.”   “S-Same here…..” You don’t know why he’s gazing at you so intently at you. It makes it hard to keep eye contact. “You were really amazing.”   “I didn’t have that many lines,” the boy giggles, still giddy and hyperactive. It makes you smile.   “But you were still good.” There’s a lot of things you’ve been wanting to tell him, a million versions of an apology that you’ve practiced in the mirror. And now that he’s here and you’re no longer staring at a reflection of yourself, you gather your courage to face your regrets. “You deserve it, Jimin. I’m...sorry for everything that I said. I’m sorry for being resentful towards you. I’m sorry for being jealous. It wasn’t your fault. And all those things I said to you, I didn’t mean it. A-at the time I did, but now I don’t...I don’t know if that makes it any better but...yeah….I just…..you were great, you worked hard, so…”   It’s the shittiest apology. Worse than the first one you practiced. But you can’t get it out right.    You feel nervous for the first time in Jimin’s presence. A kind of anxiousness that doesn’t make you feel sick. Rather, you feel something else in your stomach — it’s fluttery. Something uncertain brewing there, stirring at its pits.   It feels similar in your chest. It isn’t a foreign sensation, but one you had ignored for a long time now.    Jimin suddenly laughs, noisy and hearty. It squeaks, a higher pitched giggle. It makes you look at him, eyes hesitantly lifting off the floor. And then you yelp.   Jimin picks you up right off the ground, arms locked around your waist. He spins you in a circle, squeezing ticklish laughter out of you. Your hands immediately come to grab his shoulders. The boy is unable to contain the adrenaline pumping through his veins and the overwhelming joy of you being here.   “Jimin!” you squeal.   He laughs. “God, I’m so happy that you’re here!”   “Did you think I’d miss it?” you quip and it feels like forever since you’ve been able to joke around like this. “Not for the world, Park!”   He sets you down to your feet again. His swelling smile might just break his face. He nuzzles into you, hair tickling your forehead. Jimin hugs you tight. He’s so happy, you can practically feel it radiate off of his skin. And your chest blooms with pride instead of envy. “Your Broadway debut was amazing. It only gets better from—”   “Can I please kiss you?”   Your heart stutters.   Jimin pulls himself apart from you. The sudden question has you blinking twice. But the temptation for Jimin has gotten too much. If there’s one thing that could make tonight even more perfect, it would be him kissing you…   You glance at his plush lips before your pupils flicker back to his eyes.   “You don’t need to ask.”   Just like that, he roughly tugs you in by the small of your back. The flowers lose a few petals from the harsh motion. But Jimin doesn’t care. He kisses you like he’s been waiting to do it for months now. He kisses you like he wants you. He’s hungry for it and savours your whimper that’s muffled between his soft lips. He’s been wanting to hear your voice like this.   Jimin’s half-lidded eyes soak up your pleasured expression before he gives in, shutting them to succumb to your scent. He breathes you in and you become helpless in his arms, the pad of your fingers pressing against the nape of his neck. You’re unsure if you want to part just to gasp for air, or if you want to push him even closer.   But your thoughts turn to mush as his hot tongue licks inside your mouth, eager. The pair of you don’t care that other people might be watching, that you’re placed in the middle of the auditorium, that you’ve stolen the spotlight.   When the both of you break apart, you stumble back from each other, mouths swollen. You wipe away his saliva that’s made your lips shiny with the back of your hand. The both of you are dazed and embarrassed, catching your breaths, his own cheeks reddened.    You divert your eyes from one another. But then infectious giggles spill over.    God, you might’ve been in love with Park Jimin for a long time now.

Director Lee sits at his desk with a sigh.   He shuffles his papers before sitting back in his swivel chair, unsure. Right at that moment, a blonde, lean man enters with a hot brewing cup of coffee. The assistant sets it on his desk.   “Are you sure you should be taking in caffeine this late at night?”   “Not like I’ll be able to sleep anyway.” He brings the cup up for a small sip. “I’m still deciding on the main cast.”   “Who do you have?”   “The casting director narrowed it down to these people.” He lays out the applicants of possible options and sighs. “Now I just have to decide who’s going to be part of this and who’s who. You should’ve been there today, Kim. If you weren’t late, you might be able to help me right now.”   “Sorry.” Taehyung sheepishly grins. “My alarm clock didn’t ring.”   The director is disgruntled, but still playful. “Same excuse every time, Kim.”   Taehyung laughs, but still tries his best to assist. He scans over the applications haphazardly, but then his breath hitches. He turns his body to get a better look and his eyes grow wide, recognizing you. “Oh. What about her?”   The director follows to where his assistant is pointing and hums a low note. “Oh. Her. We called her since we heard she was the ghost singer of Phantom.”   “Oh yeah.” The blonde nods. “I heard about that.”   “I was thinking about tossing her papers.”   “Why?” Taehyung looks at his mentor, genuinely curious.   “Well, her audition was….” He struggles to find the right words. “Impactful. It was really something. She stood out, that’s for sure.”   “Then….?”   “I just don’t know if we could find the right place for her.” He shrugs and taps his finger against the armrest of his chair. “She might outperform the other actors and actresses.”   Taehyung makes a noncommittal sound at the back of his throat. “I don’t know. But I think she should be considered for a role. That’s just me, but I have a good feeling about her. You said it was impactful, right? Isn’t that what we should be going for?”   Director Lee glances at his assistant, but Taehyung simply smiles and waltzes out the room.

Birth {Kim SeokJin}

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the gifts that I use, algo English is not my first language so sorry for any grammar mistakes.

"I already have the results. Everything is fine; you only have what is known as Braxton hicks. It is your body preparing for the delivery" your gynecologist smiled at you. "Now you can go, try to relax and enjoy your last days as much as you can."

She left your room, leaving you alone with Jin; you sighed, relaxing a bit, you placed a hand on your belly, you were sure that you had gone into labor.

"Im really sorry, Jin," you apologized. Jin looked up from his phone, most likely telling the boys that it was a false alarm.

"Jagi, it's not your fault. It's something you can't control" he kissed you on the forehead. "At least it served us as practice."

You smiled slightly. Even so, the guilt did not leave your body. Everything happened fast. One moment you were singing at the top of your lungs and screaming in the middle of the boy's concert, and the next minute, you felt a stabbing pain in your lower belly.

You were as fast as you could backstage, ten minutes later, Jin found himself next to you on the way to the hospital, you felt bad because he left the concert, the fans paid to see the 7 of them.

"Jin ... Really sorry, this was your last concert without being a dad, you had to enjoy it to the fullest. Besides, we weren't ready, it's only two weeks until the baby arrives, and we don't have anything, we don't have a car seat, the nursery is not ready, and the hospital bag is not ... "Jin shut you up with a kiss."

"Honey, don't worry, we will have everything ready for when the baby arrives," He got at the height of your belly, "and you young lady enjoys your time in there, you got me exciting for nothing" she gave you a light kiss belly.

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You smiled when Jin painted Jimin's shirt, causing him to start whine; seven days ago, you had begun to have your Braxton Hicks, no day passed that the contractions intensified the pain.

Today the boys were in charge of decorating your princess's room, and you were taking advantage of it to start preparing individual dishes for Jin's birthday, which was the next day.

You were also using it to take care of Jung Hwa and practice when your baby is here. You started to sing to him while you gave him some banana-flavored puff cereal; Jung Hwa started laughing. He had the same smile as his Dad.

"Jagi, the room is ready," you heard Jin's voice; you took Jung Hwa before heading to your baby's future room.

The room was beautiful. Everything was white with purple and pink. There were several butterflies and alpacas you entered your room and took the RJ teddy that was in the crib. "OMG, the room is beautiful, thank you very much, but someone can explain to me what  does this stuffed animal in the baby's crib."

"RJ is my first baby. Let her occupy the crib for a while until my princess arrives," Jin replied with a smile.

"Really, guys, thank you very much for helping me with the nursery; with this, I have almost everything ready for the baby's arrival."

"Anything for our future niece is no problem."

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You groaned loudly when you were finally able to get out of bed without Jin's help. You looked at the 12:01 AM clock; it was officially your beautiful Boyfriend's birthday.

You heard how the water fell from the shower. An hour ago, since the boys have left, you entered the kitchen looking for the little cake you had prepared for him. You entered the room, finding Jin sitting on the bed, shirtless and only in his pajama bottoms. He was concentrating on looking at his phone.

Before you could start singing Happy Birthday, Jin looked up, smiling at you. "You remembered our tradition."

You agreed, lighting the candle again. "Of course, this tradition I could fulfill it this year, now make a wish"

The tradition of the little cake started on your first birthday of Jin being his girlfriend, you were just graduating from college, and you didn't have enough money to buy him an expensive gift, so you decided to make him a cake from scratch, something that he loved. And you kept doing it.

Jin closed his eyes for a moment before blowing out the candle. "I'm ready for the next tradition."

"Babe, there's no way I'm going to do it, I look like a whale, and I don't feel sexy." "For me, you are the sexiest woman in the world, and besides this year, you have fewer clothes than other years" Jin winked at you. "Tradition is tradition."

You lowered your gaze to your belly; you only had an old strappy sweater that now fit you like a crop top leaving your giant stomach exposed and some small pajama pants that Jin had to help you put on.

"Do it, babe. I want to see you doing the strip dance."

The other gift you gave Jin for her birthday was a strip dance that became a tradition for her birthday.

You closed your eyes, sighing heavily. "Ready for your eyes to bleed?"

"That will never happen."

You started humming a song while trying to dance "You like this Boy?" You rubbed your belly while trying to dance sexually. You began to move your sweater slightly, letting the hillock of your breasts look more pronounced.

Jin laughed when you tried to lower your pants, but you almost fell in the attempt. "Im going to gag you dead if you keep laughing."

Jin moved his hands over your non-existent waist before lowering them to your butt and spanking you. You moaned slightly for the feeling, "Happy 28th to you, I love you so much, but I can't anymore. My back hurts too much" you lay down on his side.

"Princess, do you have any idea how much I love you and your mother?" he started kissing your belly.

"She Knows, now shut up and lie down to sleep" run a hand through his soft hair.

"I'm sorry, darling, but tradition is tradition, so princess, close your eyes, that dad is going to do terrible things to your mother" you smiled slightly. You could feel the heaviness in your eyes.

"How is it possible that you want to have sex with me right now?"

"Do you know how sexy you are? I always want to have sex with you. I don't know what I did to have a beautiful girlfriend like you. "Jin murmured against your neck.

I was going to answer him when you felt like a liquid began to go down your legs. "Jin, I think my water broke."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You let out another cry when you felt another contraction again. Jin took your hand. "Breathe deeply, Love."

It was already seven in the morning, and the baby gave no signs that she would be out any time soon. "Shut the fuck up, Jin."

You couldn't take the pain anymore; Jin's mother and the boys had already visited you. The boys' visit was quick to avoid attracting attention. During the day, they would go out in public and try to entertain the paparazzi.

Something you were deeply grateful for, the last thing you needed to worry about was the fans and paparazzi.

"If you think about it, maybe the baby and I have the same birthday."

"I know."

Your gynecologist came into your room. "How are you?"

"For the moment, fine, I just can't stand the pain anymore" She nodded slightly before checking your vaginal dilation.

"Well, it's ready to push. You're 8 centimeters. It's enough for you to start pushing" the gynecologist left the room just as began another strong contraction.

"Breath Jagi, the pain will soon end" Jin retook your hand.

"Jin, I love you, so I apologize for anything I say to you for the next few minutes" you connected your lips with his

The gynecologist came back in accompanied by two nurses. "Ready?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Push, you are going to push for the next 5 seconds, keep going," your gynecologist told you before starting counting slightly.

"I Cant" you yelled, interrupting her. Your entire lower back hurt, and you were covered in sweat.

Jin was taking one of your legs to facilitate your birthing position "the next contraction should be in 30 seconds."

"I can't keep pushing," you whimpered. You could feel your whole face hot from the effort. You screamed again when you felt the contraction. You started to push harder.

"I know you can love" Jin lightly wiped the sweat from your forehead.

"The Head has already come out, (Y / N) I need you to push harder for the shoulders to come out" You started Push again.

"Oh my God," you shouted again before feeling the pain magically go away, little cries began to fill the room.

"She is so beautiful, Jagi" Jin had tears in his eyes. The nurse placed the baby on your chest after they cleaned her.

Jin took her in her arms. She looked extremely tiny against Jin's chest. You felt your eyes fill with tears. "Happy birthday. I hope you like my present."

"You are kidding me? I love it. I want another one like that for my next birthday" He leaned in, giving you another kiss on the forehead, before wiping the tears that were running down your face. "Thank you (Y / N). You make me the happiest man in the world.

You smiled at his words. If five years ago they had told you that you were going to go out with an idol and have his baby, you would have laughed in his face. You always imagined that you would end up with a lawyer, but life is full of surprises, and you were grateful that Jin was one of them.

The baby began to cry until they leaned her against your chest again. "I Love You, baby girl" you lightly kissed her little head.

Kim Soo Jin {김수진} Born on  (12/04)

Dreaming of You

Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst, the smallest amount of fluff

Warnings: Talks of death, loss of a loved one, grieving

Author’s Note: This imagine was inspired by the song ‘Dreaming of You’ by Selena. I’d recommend listening to it as you read this imagine!

“Jiminie?” Taehyung called out as he softly knocked on Jimin’s bedroom door. As expected, all Taehyung received in response was the same radio silence that had been flowing from Jimin’s room for the past month.

“Guys, I’m starting to get really worried,” Taehyung muttered as he turned around to face the other members, who had all been watching carefully.

“I know what you mean Tae,” Hobi sighed. 

“What are we gonna do?” Jungkook spoke up. “We just can’t leave him in there by himself. He hasn’t showered, he hasn’t eaten, he probably hasn’t even slept although he’s been locked in his room since the funeral.”

“I don’t know Jungkook-ah, but I do know that we can’t pressure him,” Namjoon said. “He’s grieving really badly and we have to let him process it, regardless of how difficult that may be for us to watch.”

“And what if he never comes out of it? Because based on the way that he’s acting now, that’s a very real possibility,” Yoongi pointed out. All of them went silent at that, realization setting in that their beloved Jimin just may not be the same Jimin anymore. 

“We’ll be here for him,” Jin said firmly. “Just like we’ve always been.”

......................

Jimin huffed softly and removed his ear from his bedroom door, crawling back over to his bed and getting into it. When he had heard the knocks on his door and heard Taehyung calling out for him, he had actually gotten out of bed and gone over to the door, seriously contemplating on opening it. However, when he heard the other member’s voices, he couldn’t help but to listen in.

He felt fucking horrible. To have such amazing people in his life, who only wanted to make sure that he was alright, and here he was giving them all the cold shoulder. And it’s not that he doesn’t want the help; it’s just, what’s the point when the only person that can truly help him is gone?

Jimin pulled the comforter up and over his head, wrapping the rest of it around his body to form a little cocoon. He had been sleeping like this for the past month, trying to replicate the feeling of your arms around him that he had grown so accustomed to over the years. He then shut his eyes, just wanting and wishing for a small break from the pain of his broken heart.

......................

When Jimin’s eyes opened, he immediately had to shut them again from the bright light that instantly hit his retinas. He slowly sat up, shielding his eyes with his hands to look down and he realized that he wasn’t in his bed anymore. It almost seemed like a....cloud? 

The brightness of the light finally dimmed and Jimin cautiously lowered his hands. He then looked around, only to see that he was surrounded with what appeared to the sky, walls of azure that seemingly went on for miles and miles in every direction. 

“Where am I?” Jimin whispered to himself as he stood up, turning around to see if he could see anything or anyone other than himself. Suddenly, he heard a loud bell and he swiveled around, realizing that there was now a figure in the distance. 

“Who, who’s there?” He asked, preparing himself to take a few steps back when he noticed that the figure was now moving towards him. 

“I know it’s been a while, but I’d hope you wouldn’t forget how I look so quickly,” the voice giggled and Jimin’s eyes widened in realization. 

“Y-Y/N?” He gasped and you finally came into clear view, that familiar smile that used to give Jimin butterflies prominent on your face.

“Hi Jiminie,” you smiled and you didn’t even have time to register what was happening before you were scooped up into Jimin’s arms, him hugging you tightly as he buried his face into your neck.

“I can’t believe it’s you,” he muttered, tears beginning to stream down his face. He then set you down again and pulled back to look at you, and you brought your hands up to wipe his tears.

“I know you can’t baby,” you chuckled. “But I had you brought here because I know you needed to see me.”

“Had me brought here?” He asked confusedly. “Where are we jagi?”

“It’s called The Middle Place,” you replied.

“So this isn’t Heaven or anything like that?”

“Nope. It’s literally in between Earth and Heaven, hence ‘The Middle Place’,” you explained. “Heaven is only for the dead so if I wanted to see you, I had to meet you here.”

“Wait, I’m not understanding this jagi,” he shook his head. 

“It’s a lot, I know,” you laughed. “Here, come sit with me.” You grabbed his hand and led him over to a small gazebo that Jimin noticed appeared out of nowhere. The two of you stepped into it and you sat down first, pulling him down next to you.

“So, I’ve been watching you every since I left,” you started and Jimin’s eyes widened at that.

“You have?”

“I had to,” you shrugged. “I knew that you were gonna have a hard time adjusting, because I have too.”

“But you’re in Heaven,” Jimin chuckled ruefully. “Shouldn’t you be at peace now?”

“It’s kind of hard to be at peace when it wasn’t my time to go yet,” you pointed out and Jimin nodded slowly in agreement. “I mean, we were supposed to have the rest of our lives together and that damned drunk driver just had to ruin it.”

“Well, you look ok.”

“Looks can be deceiving Jiminie,” you sighed. “I’ve been miserable too, just like you. I miss you and my family and my friends and the members and it’s extra hard because I can watch you guys from up here and see how much you’re all hurting.”

“Oh Y/N,” Jimin mumbled as he grabbed your hands in his, bringing them up to his lips and kissing your palms softly. 

“It’s ok,” you sniffled, feeling tears brimming to your eyes. “You didn’t know.”

“It’s still selfish of me.”

“Well, I agree that you’ve been selfish but not to me.” Jimin looked up into your eyes and raised his brow.

“Then to who?”

“The other members,” you said and Jimin sighed heavily. “I told you, I can see everything from up here.”

“I know but I can’t help it.”

“They only want to help you Jimin.”

“How can they help me?!” Jimin shouted, dropping your hands and standing up abruptly. You watched with bated breath as he began to pace the length of the gazebo back and forth. “The only thing that can help me is you coming back down to Earth, back down to me and since that can’t happen, there is no helping me!” 

“Park Jimin!” You called his name firmly and he stopped pacing to look over at you, and your heart shattered once you saw how bloodshot red his eyes had become. You stood up, walking over to him and you set your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look you in the eyes. 

“You’re right,” you admitted. “You’re right, I can’t come back. But do not do this to yourself Jimin. Even though I’m gone, you still have so many people around you who love you. Your family loves you, my family loves you, the members love you, and ARMY loves you.”

“But they’re not you,” he confessed with a shrug of his shoulders and you couldn’t help the tears as they ran down your face in thick streams. 

“Oh baby, I know,” you cried as you set your forehead against his, closing your eyes as you felt Jimin wrap his arms around your waist. “But even though I’m not there with you anymore, you still have so much in your life.”

“I-I don't think I can do this anymore jagi,” he stuttered and you opened your eyes and looked at him, glaring lightly.

“I don’t ever want to hear you say that again,” you scolded.

“But Y/N-,”

“No!” You exclaimed. “I need you to take the hurt that we’re both feeling and use it as fuel to keep living. There’s no sense in the both of us dying over this.”

“But what about you? What about us?”

“I’m fine,” you assured with a small smile. “I’ve accepted this for what it is, and I need you to do the same thing. You’re only gonna make it harder for the both of us if you keep trying to fight it.”

“But I don’t want to just forget about you,” Jimin pouted.

“I would hope that you wouldn’t,” you joked, making Jimin laugh softly. “But continuing on with your life doesn’t mean that you have to forget about me. I’m always going to be here,” you said, pointing to his heart. “And I’ll always be watching out for you.”

“Promise?” He wondered with a sniffle and you nodded your head rapidly. 

“I promise,” you confirmed, leaning in and kissing his lips softly.

“Will I be able to see you like this again?” He questioned after pulling away from your lips.

“If you ever really need me again, like you did today, then yeah,” you said. “But do me a favor and try to not let yourself get this bad again. It hurts my feelings,” you pouted playfully.

“I won’t,” he nodded. “I swear.”

......................

When Jimin opened his eyes again, he was back in his bedroom and without you once again. This time though, he didn’t feel that ache in his chest that had previously been there. After sitting up in bed and running his fingers through his hair, he remembered the conversation that the two of you had and that made him spur into action. 

He got out of bed, albeit a little clumsily since he hadn’t been eating, and walked over to his bedroom door. He grabbed ahold of the knob and twisted it, pulling it open afterwards and poking his head out. No one was in front of the door, but he could hear the voices of the members in the kitchen. Taking a deep breath, he stepped out of the room, walking down the hallway towards the front of the dorm.

“Jimin,” Hobi gasped when he saw Jimin step into the kitchen and all of the members turned around to look at him. 

“Uh, hi,” Jimin murmured awkwardly, wrapping his arms around himself. “Look, I just want to tell you guys that I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what Jiminie?” Taehyung wondered.

“Every since Y/N-ah,” he paused to collect himself and make sure that he didn’t start crying. “Every since Y/N-ah died, you guys have all been trying to take care of me and all I did was shut you all out in return.”

“It’s ok,” Jin tried to say but Jimin shook his head. 

“It’s not hyung. Even though I lost Y/N, I still have you guys and I guess I lost sight of that. I’m so lucky to still have you guys.”

“All we want is for you to be ok hyung,” Jungkook spoke up.

“And we’ll be here for anything that you need,” Yoongi added. “You just have to let us.”

“And I will, I swear,” Jimin nodded, the tears that he had been trying so hard to stop finally overflowing. The members didn’t hesitate at seeing him cry and they all got up and walked over to him, gathering him up in a large group hug. 

“Even though I’m so happy that you’re letting us in now, what made you change your mind all of a sudden?” Namjoon questioned.

“Something came to me in a dream,” Jimin smiled lightly. 

Three’s A Crowd - Chapter Six

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Genre: Fluff, smut, angst.

Genre of this part: Angst, fluff.

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Your childhood friend shows you a whole new world, but no one expected what came afterwards.

WARNINGS:

Previous / Next

Japan, after the MAMAs, held something special for you. It didn't matter what city you went to, where about sin the country you were, you were always reminded of the day not too long ago when Yoongi finally confessed how he felt towards you using his body rather than his words. Of course, the actual sex took place in Hong Kong, rather ironically, but the initial confession happened backstage in Tokyo exactly this time last month.

It was the 12th January 2019, you were in Nagoya with the boys. The early morning sun shining into your hotel room as Yoongi's sleeping body clung to yours as he'd begun to do. You had just returned to Asia after spending the holiday season with your family, much to the boys dismay. Especially Yoongi, who wanted nothing more than to spend the country's second Valentine's Day with a woman whom he'd fallen head over heels for.

You and Yoongi had been officially dating for a month now, both of you too lazy to go out on a real first date so counting your night spent in the hotel room in Hong Kong as your first date. Your relationship with Yoongi hadn't really changed. You still spoke to one another like you used to, you still hung out like you used to, you still brought him food to the studio and then complained at him when he hadn't eaten the last meal you brought him. Really the only difference was you had a new level of intimacy added to your relationship. Not only were you intimate emotionally, you could now add your near constant physical vulnerability to that list. The insatiability you two had for each other mixed with your incredibly high sex drives moved your weekly rate of him being inside you to way above average. And you hadn't tired of it. Neither of you had.

However, you both found yourself having a deep conversation about your relationship just a few days ago, when you were cuddled up in the afterglow of yet another round of sex, this time basking in the delicious feeling of him filling you up with his cum before you'd even left the bed.

"Yoongi? Can I ask you something?"

"You just did." You laughed and playfully hit him on his bare chest. "Go on, what do you want to know, baby?"

"I don't really know how to get it out." You removed your head from his chest and lay on your stomach, so you could look at his face as you spoke to him. Though, the awkwardness of the conversation meant that, instead, you'd be staring at his chest while your index finger gently drew patterns on the skin of his stomach. "I guess I feel like there's something missing in our relationship. I'm happy, don't get me wrong! I'm the happiest I've been in a while. And don't get me started on the sex." Yoongi grinned at your comment, turning a little red. "It's just I feel like we're missing something, but I can't put my finger on what."

"No, instead your fingers on me making me feel all goose-pimply." You both laughed. He picked up your finger to stop you from playing with his stomach, and locked his in between yours, holding your hand as he loved to do often. "It's strange but I think I know what you mean. In fact, I do know what you mean. It must just be because we're in a new relationship. You know, we were really good friends before and now we're more than that and we don't really know what to do with that? We made a big change, I guess, and maybe we feel like we should have added more? I don't know. Just don't worry about it, baby. There's nothing wrong with us. We're fine."

"Well, there's definitely something wrong with you."

Yoongi feigned offence and leant forward. You felt a sharp stinging on your ass, accompanied by the sound of your skin being assaulted by his hand. "Cheeky cow." Yoongi joked. He pulled you closer to him, forcing you to straddle him, your naked pussy resting on his soft cock. You wanted nothing more than to tease him, to rub yourself against him and then fuck off for a shower leaving him alone and hard in the bed. But he needed his energy for the kick off show tonight, so you couldn't be cruel to him. Not really.

Yoongi watched you on top of him, studying your face, as puffy as it still was from sleep. He wanted to be soft on you, tell you how much he was in love with you, and had been for the 8 years he'd known you. However, his own personal problems made it impossible for him to do so, especially this early on in the relationship. So instead he settled for holding you against his body once more, gently rubbing your delicate skin with his crooked fingers.

You two finally dragged yourselves out of bed and were late getting into the van to take you all to the Nagoya Dome. Jimin practically rolled his eyes when he saw the two of you. He was happy you both were happy, but he wished you wouldn't shove your hand holding and your public displays of affection down his throat. He was trying to get over two of his friends, and he couldn't do that with you two acting like every day was couple's day.

The boys rehearsed, you played around with them on stage, continued studying Japanese so you could keep translating for them. You ate with them, joined them backstage when they got ready, and even watched as Army piled into the arena, excitedly chatting to one another and preparing themselves for a night of complete perfection.

All your usual traditions resumed, you gave them all a hug for good luck as they were about to get on stage, and watched the screens from the dressing room with the staff, enjoying their performance. You had seen this show every night since the tour began, and you couldn't get enough of it.

Jimin was absolutely amazing on stage as he usually was, but tonight he seemed to beat his own record. He had so much emotion when he sang, and seemed to be living his life to the fullest. Yet, he was almost completely different when he came off stage. The light in his eyes vanished and his smile faded. He was just doing what he had to to get through the day.

The two of you hadn't spoken properly since you had that fight on the plane in Hong Kong. You'd taken Jungkook's advice and taken a step back, waiting for him to come to you. But you hadn't had your best friend for a month, and you couldn't wait any longer.

He was getting ready for The Truth Untold when you approached him, your body caving in on itself making you appear shy as you stood next to him. "Chim-Chim, can we talk?"

"I'm a bit busy right now, Angel." He replied. He didn't look at you, despite the fact that you were the perfect angle for him to stare at you in the mirror while his nuna fixed his bubble-gum pink hair for him. But you picked up on the fact that he called you "Angel", which meant that things were still somewhat okay between you.

"After the show?" When he didn't respond, you resorted to begging. Something you'd gotten better at since Yoongi barrelled his way into your bed. "Please, Chim. I miss you."

Jimin could never say no to you. Not really. He'd always loved you too much. "Fine. I'll come to your hotel room after the show, okay?"

"Thank you."

Jin's solo had come to an end and the rest of the vocal line were making their way to the stage. The Truth Untold had been one of your favourite BTS songs since you first heard it, and you always made sure you never missed them performing it. So, as the boys made their way to the stage, you made your way to the audience, picking yourself the prime position in the seating on the floor, ready to listen to the tragically beautiful song at it's best: resonating through your entire body as you felt the pain of the vocal line with every syllable they sang. Though, today, the song ended differently.

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It felt as if Jimin had stabbed you in the heart. He didn't finish the song, his beautiful voice echoing throughout the stadium before pure silence fell on the dome. He'd never done that before, but today he hung his head and let his arm fall to his side, letting his emotions seep into the crowd before they began to scream for the men on stage. Those emotions cut deep into your soul, and you felt like you could cry. You wanted to just fall to the floor and let it all out, but something stopped you.

The conversation tonight was going to be less than pleasant, that's for sure.

When Yoongi knocked on your hotel room door later on that evening, you were incredibly confused. This wasn't the Bangtan member you were expecting.

"All I know is that he text me and told me that I had to be here."

"Because what I want to say concerns both of you." Came a voice from behind Yoongi in the hallway.

Everyone walked into your room and gathered on your bed, making sure you were all sat facing each other so Jimin could tell you what's been going on. You'd be lying if you said that you weren't nervous about this. Your mind instantly went to the worst thing imaginable. Maybe his eating problems have caused something terminal. You had no idea. All you knew what that Jimin was no longer looking at you, choosing a special spot on the floor. "Okay." He exhaled, breathing out all the negativity he had cooped up inside him. "I need to get this out so please let me do it." You and Yoongi both nodded, and your other half gestured as if to give Jimin the floor so he could talk.

"I... Since..." He grumbled to himself, frustrated that he couldn't find the right words to say. "I don't know where to begin. The last few months, something has changed for me. Well, since you guys helped me back on my feet after the whole bulimia thing. I noticed that I had started to develop feelings for you, Angel. Feelings I didn't think I'd ever feel for you. I was too scared to admit that I'd fallen for you because I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I was content with everything being one-sided. But then Hyung got to you before I did, and I couldn't bear to see you two together. Especially because I've also started feeling things for Hyung too."

You and Yoongi looked at each other, both quite shocked by what Jimin was confessing. Yet your expressions softened, your minds almost melding into one as you both thought the same thing.

"When I saw you kissing Angel, I felt jealousy. And I couldn't tell which one of you two I wanted to be." Jimin started to cry. "I couldn't watch you two be happy when I wanted you both and I know that nothing can ever happen between any of us because relationships don't work l-like that but I-" He buried his head in his hands and sobbed. "I love you both so much. I'm sorry."

Yoongi nodded at you, and let you crawl across the bed to comfort your loved one. Despite Jimin's tears, you were grinning from ear to ear. "Chim-Chim, look at me." You said softly. Your hand cupped his cheek and forced him to look at you when he didn't obey you quick enough. "We love you too. So much."

"But not how I want you to."

You moved your lips to press them gently against his plump ones, just as soft as you thought they'd be. The kiss was wet, given his tears, but once he'd gotten over the initial shock he kissed you back. Soft, open-mouthed kisses were placed on each other's lips, and arms wrapped around him softly. Yoongi's arms. Yoongi, who was affectionate to a point, made sure his hurting dongsaeng knew exactly how his hyung felt about him. Yoongi kissed Jimin's neck, not with the intent of turning him on, but solely because his lips were taken. But as soon as you let Jimin go, Yoongi took over, kissing everywhere on Jimin's face before finishing on his lips. Watching your man kiss Jimin, you felt like you should be jealous. But instead the affection Yoongi was showing made you feel content. It wasn't you he was kissing, but in a really roundabout way, you felt loved. It was such a peculiar feeling, but you knew you wouldn't get tired of it.

When Yoongi pulled away, Jimin started laughing. He became bashful, hiding his face in his hyung's chest and being coddled by Yoongi's long arms. "Can I stay with you two tonight?" Jimin asked. He looked so small, and sounded like a child in his state of vulnerability. You couldn't say no.

The three of you, after some hours of talking and getting reacquainted, clambered into the king size bed. Jimin, of course, was in the middle, loving having all the love and cuddles between the three of you. Both you and Yoongi found a way comfortably cling onto the man in the middle, and join hands, resting on his stomach. Jimin was dozing off already, losing consciousness as he contentedly fell into a deep sleep. It was then Yoongi tugged on your arm to draw your attention to him. "I think we found what we were missing, ___." He said.

"I think we did, too."

Welcome to the Magic Shop!

Pairing: Platonic!BTS x Reader

Word Count: 1916 

Genre: Slice of life

Rating: PG

Warnings: So much fluff, I mean TOOTH ROTTING fluff

Tagging: @taetaesbaebaepsae, @illneverrecover, @triheartedhero, @lvupmushroom, @thiccasswonhoruinedmylife, @thecozywhaleshark and the rest of Cirque or course!

Notes: So recently, I’ve had the worst week and then burst into tears yesterday when I listened to Magic Shop. Turns out, this week had been bad for almost all of my friends as well. This is how I imagine our boys would take care of us. It’s a little out of my comfort zone, I’m not the best at writing fluff (I’m not the best at writing in general), but here you go! Hope you enjoy!

          It had officially been the worst week of your life. It had seemed to go on and on, one disaster after the next, happening back to back. God definitely had it out for you this week. Monday had started off okay, until you left your apartment. What was supposed to have been a sunny day led to sudden downpours and you were wearing a white shirt. Upon reaching the office, the coffee machine had exploded and your previously white (see-through, at that point) shirt had turned a splotchy brown. Tuesday, your computer broke down and your 25-page proposal for your client had been, unbelievably and shockingly, erased. Wednesday, the printer malfunctioned and broke right as you were printing an important document to submit. Yesterday, your apartment had flooded, and you had to fork over a couple thousand dollars you didn’t have, to get it fixed. Today had been the worst day of all. A friend had created unnecessary and mind numbing drama, your boss had decided that your rewritten proposal wasn’t good enough and you had to listen to an hour lecture about how he expected more from you, and while at lunch, your high heel had broken, snapping clean and twisting your ankle in the process. At this point, you couldn’t wait until 7 to get home, eat some ice cream and cry in bed.

          At 4:45 you got a text message from Jungkook, Noona, are you coming over after work?

          Every Friday you went over to the boys’ tiny, four-bedroom, apartment. In this big city away from your hometown, they had become your family. Your best friends. Seeing them always brightened your day, but recently they had been very busy. They were gearing up to release their album and, in that hassle, it had been a full week since you had seen them last. Today, however, you didn’t want to see anyone. You figured you wouldn’t be good company, especially because a mental breakdown was imminent.

          No, Kookie, not today. I’m really tired. Maybe next week. Honestly, you were just going to go home, get into some sweats and cry a river.

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           Jungkook knew you well. In the group of the seven and you, he was your best friend. So that text threw him off. He knew that something had gone wrong, and he also knew that you needed your friends. He came out of his room, his phone in his hand and walked into the living room, kitchen area. Namjoon, Yoongi and Hobi were lounging around on the sofa and Jin and Jimin were meddling in the kitchen, figuring out dinner. Namjoon noticed Jungkook walking in and asked, “Kook? What’s wrong? Why are you frowning?”

“Noona’s not coming over tonight.”

“YAHH, why?” Jin yelled from the kitchen, “What’s wrong? Is she busy?”

          At the yell, Hobi and Taehyung came out from their respective rooms into the living room.

“What’s going on? Why is Jin Hyung yelling?” Hobi asked, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

“Noona’s not coming over, Jungkook said.” Jimin replied, worry evident in his eyes.

“I think she’s had a bad day at work, or something’s gone wrong. We should go over and comfort her, Hyungs.”

“That’s a good idea Kook, but I have a better idea.” Hobi replied, “Let’s make her weekend magical. We’re taking her to the Magic Shop.”

Yoongi groaned, “Oh man, that’s going to take a lot of work.”

“Come on Hyung! For Y/N! Let’s do it!” Tae grinned and the boys began preparations.

--

           At 7:30 you finally reached home. You stood outside your apartment rummaging in your bag for keys, but you couldn’t find them. Brows furrowed, you cursed angrily, realizing your keys were sitting on your desk at work. This day literally could not get any worse.

           Taehyung from inside heard you curse and whispered, “Hyungs! She’s here!” But when the door didn’t open, he realized you couldn’t find your keys and yelled, “Y/N, come inside! The door is open.”

           You looked at your door in shock. Someone was inside? That voice sounded an awful lot like Taehyung. You cautiously opened the door and entered, your eyes widening and jaw dropping in the process.

           When you stepped inside, you were greeted with a transformed apartment. Your couch had been pushed back and there were blankets and pillows littered everywhere. A soft gauzy tent had been set up with pink and white cloth, creating a beautiful shimmering pillow fort. All along the entrance and on every available surface, candles were lit, casting soft light into the otherwise dark apartment. When you looked at the center of the apartment you saw seven smiling faces: one boxy smile, one eye crescent smile, one gummy smile, one bunny smile, one soft lipped smile, one cheek dimpled smile and one sunshine smile. Looking at them, and your apartment, you promptly burst into loud ugly sobbing tears.

           At your response, the boys all looked at each other and then at you in shock. You just kept crying into your hands. Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook jumped up and scrambled towards you, trying to console you.

           “Shhh jagi, no crying.” Jimin wrapped his arms around you in a back hug while Tae extricated your hands from your face, wiping your face in the process. Jungkook stood behind his two Hyungs jumping on the balls of his feet, “Noona please don’t cry! You’ll ruin the surprise!” At their tender touches and caresses, you let out a mixed sob laugh and finally tried to quiet down.

           “Wh-wha-what is going on?”

           Jungkook and Tae took your hand while Jimin and Hobi got up and opened the entrance to the fort. “Welcome to the Magic Shop!” All the boys chorused.

           “We got to take Army to the Magic Shop, but jagiya you didn’t get to come. This is your personal Magic Shop! We’re here to take your worries away!” Namjoon gave you another dimpled smile and you gave him a teary smile in return.

          Jin got up and looked at the maknaes, “Boys, take her to her room and get her dressed in the softest clothes you can find, while I set up here.”

          You numbly followed as the maknaes took you to your room and picked out your favorite sweats and hoodie. “Noona, we’ll be right outside okay? You come out when you have changed and are ready!”

          Jimin and Tae followed Kook outside and waited patiently, while in the living room, Yoongi fiddled with the stereo system, testing to make sure his back track was working. In the kitchen, Jin pulled out the snacks and warm food he had made and carried it into the living room. Namjoon threw a couple of blankets into the dryer so they would be fluffy and warm and brought them back out into the living room. Once you came out of the room, the maknaes led you to the fort and placed you right in the middle. “Here’s your seat of honor, now relax, have some food, and enjoy the show okay?” Yoongi tucked a warm blanket around you and put a cup of piping hot chocolate into your hands. He got up and pressed play, while all the boys got into a half circle around you. Your eyes widened again as they began playing their entire setlist for you. Some songs were cut in half so the personal concert wouldn’t go on and on, but they also included some of your favorites like Paradise, Let Go, and Love Maze. Your eyes lit up in wonder and amazement as you watched your favorite boys perform your favorite songs for you. They danced around you, making you laugh so hard you couldn’t breathe and making you blush when they danced suggestively, winking and cracking up along with you.

          Every once in a while, they would sit down and say a couple of comments, just like they would in their concerts. Except these comments were different. Each comment was about you, your character, your personality. Namjoon commented on your cunning intelligence, and your ability to find the answer no matter how difficult the problem. Seokjin commented on your beautiful face, laughing, “It’s even prettier than mine jagiya!” Yoongi commented on your sharp wit, making him laugh when no one else could. Hobi praised your beautiful spirit making even him, Mr Sunshine, happy when he felt down. Jimin commented on your resilience, “Jagi, you can withstand anything the world throws at you! You’re so strong!” Tae complimented your ability to let loose and be childlike, willing to have fun even with little kids. “Plus, Yeontan loves you!” At each comment, your heart lifted, your eyes growing softer and softer until they were filling with unshed tears.

          Finally, Jungkook spoke. “Noona, you’re my best friend, my older sister. I was gifted with six older brothers, but not a sister until you came into our lives. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but the day that you spilled that coffee over me was the best day of my life,”

          “YAH WHAT ABOUT WHEN YOU MET US?!” The boys’ yelled, making you giggle.

          “Okay, okay, one of the best days of my life. Noona, you’re the strength behind us, BTS and I hope that we can be the same strength for you! This is the last song of the night! Hit it Yoongi Hyung!”

          Yoongi hit play one last time and the opening tune for Magic Shop began playing. At the soothing melody, your heart began to sing, and your tears spilled over onto your cheeks. The comfort they sang about was one you had been searching for all week. These boys, these seven, loud boisterous boys had shown you comfort when you were fresh out. They had seen you at your worst and they still loved you, cared for you and showered you with affection. They were your universe, your galaxy, your entire life. As they sang, you sang along softly, swaying gently, tears still streaming down your cheeks.

“You gave me the best of me, so you'll give you the best of you… So show me…”

“I’ll show you”

“So show me”

“I’ll show you”

“So show me, I’ll show you, show you!”

          As the song came to a close, you let out another mixed sob laugh and all the boys turned towards you.

“Uhhh, hyungs? Why is she still crying?” Jimin whispered, “I thought she was feeling better?”

“Jiminie, these are happy tears. I love you all so much. So so so much. Thank you.” You choked out.

          At that, all the boys rushed to you and enveloped you in a huge, bone-crushing hug. Your cheeks were smothered in light kisses as they all, even Yoongi, kissed your tears away. “Jagi, we might not be with you all the time, but we’re always in here.” Yoongi touched your heart and looked you deep in the eyes. You nodded, wiping your tears away.

“Hey! No crying now! Time for the encore! Waiting for you Anpanmaaaaaaaan!” Hobi jumped up and took up the superman pose.

“Hyung that’s my line!” Tae pulled him down and got up.

“Hey, no! I want to open the song!” Jimin pouted. From your position in Yoongi’s arms you chuckled at their antics, the stress of the week gone. You relaxed deeper into Yoongi’s arms as Jungkook pulled a blanket around you, and Joon lightly kissed your cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut, finally, finding the rest you had craved.

The Magic Shop always came through in the end.

A/N: So, I wrote this yesterday, and I didn't edit it, so excuse any errors. I’m cringing so hard as I write this because I honestly don't think I did a very good job. But I’d love to hear your concerns, critiques or questions! Back and Forth part 3 will be up on Friday :)

diamond maknae | periods.

pairing: ot7 x reader (platonic) ; choi minho x reader (mentioned) fandom: bts  warnings: maknae!reader ; eighth member of bts ; language ; mentions of sex genre: fluff ; crack other:  x ; x ; x ; x ; x

summary: you’d think they would know what to do when you’re on your period by this point. but they really don’t.

a/n: this gif was the best I could do, so just imagine their faces looking like this when you talk to them I guess haha. hope you enjoy it and thank you for requesting @ccrumbs

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Periods sucked. Period. (Pun, fully intended).

But you know what was even worse? Living with seven guys, where none of them apparently had a single fucking idea what girls were like when they were on their periods.

It all started with Yoongi, when he came into your bedroom in the morning and wanted to wake you, so that you could come to the studio with him.

“I'm not feeling so good.”

“Well, take some pain killers or something,” he pulled open the blinds, “We have to get this song done. We have a schedule.”

“Nooo, I don't feel good. It hurts too much..”

“What hurts?” he sat down on the bed next to you with a sigh, turning you on your back, or at least trying to, but you wrapped yourself up in a cocoon, lying on the opposite side of the bed now, “(Y/N), I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong.”

“There's blood coming out of my vagina, if you want the specifics.”

For a moment it was silent, then he instantly got up, “Oh.”

That was all he said. And then he walked out. Slowly and backwards, as if he was scared you’d jump him at any second if he didn’t keep his eyes on you.

Fair enough, actually.

“MIN YOONGI! COME BACK HERE! I NEED CUDDLES!” is what you yelled when you heard the bedroom door open and close again.

But Yoongi was already gone, because he would not deal with you when you were having mood swings and were probably going to hit him at some point today. He'd rather record with somebody else and do your stuff some other time.

After he had left you, all alone in such dark, dark times for you, you somehow managed to get up and brush your teeth, only to find Namjoon in the living room with a newspaper.

“Hey hun,” he quickly smiled at you, before he looked back down.

“Namjoon? My back really, really, really hurts,” you pouted, thinking he would get the message that you were trying to convey.

But sometimes you forgot that all seven of them were men. And all men were the same at some point. 

“Aw, so sorry, love. Maybe try a bath, or something?”

You blinked at him in disbelief for a couple of seconds, before slamming onto his newspaper so that it fell to the floor, walking into Taehyung's room next.

Namjoon, in the meantime, stared after you, not knowing whether to laugh, be upset or be confused.

“What's up with her today?” he muttered under his breath, picking up his wrinkled reading material for this morning.

Taehyung was just getting dressed, currently only wearing some sweatpants.

He was your brother and you never really thought of him as anything other than that.

But you were on your period. And we all know that hormones are doing crazy and fucked up shit during that time and you couldn't help but eye his naked back for a little while longer.

“You need anything?”

“Yeah,” you bit your lip, “Sex.”

Talk about alarm bells ringing.

Taehyung's head slowly lifted, before he quickly pulled a shirt over his head and turned around to look at you, “I.. I can't help you with that.”

“Ew, I don't want you,” okay, well, it's not that he wanted you either, but you didn't have to say it so harshly, right? “Could you call Minho? Maybe ask if he wants to stop by or something?”

“When did you grow up and want sex? You were wearing diapers yesterday, I'm not asking my friend to come over, just so he can bang you.”

“First of all, they're called pads, Taehyung. PADS. And they're for women on their period.”

“So you want me to call my friend over, so he can sleep with you while there's blood coming out of.. you know where?”

“My vagina?”

“Oh my god, please just go, I don’t want to hear these words coming out of your mouth,” he pushed you out, “And don't come back before you're normal again.”

You wanted to protest, but that ass had locked the door before you could say another word.

Rude.

Fine, then. Good thing you had seven brothers. You still had four to go.

And so you walked into Jin's bedroom next. He was still in bed on his phone as you immediately cuddled into his side, his arm automatically wrapping around you.

“Hi,” you smiled up at him.

“What's with you?” he laughed, putting his phone away to give you his full attention.

“I just really missed you.”

“You're acting weird.”

“And I really love you, you know? Like.. so much. You're such a good big brother..”

“Do you need a doctor? A hospital?” he wasn't used to you talking like this. Not at all. It’s not that you never told them how much they meant to you, but.. like this? No.

However, spilling your heart out like that and not hearing at least one I love you back, while being on your period? Well. That was catastrophic.

“Ugh, fine! I hate you!”

“What?”

“I hate you, Jin! You're so mean to me.”

“You just said that you love me,” he furrowed his eyebrows and watched you leave angrily, stomping your feet like an upset child.

Why were women like this? And why couldn't you be any different?

When you went into the bathroom for a shower, you realized that you had run out of tampons and pads. Not feeling up to leaving the house today, you entered Jimin's and Hoseok's bedroom, throwing both empty packages onto Hoseok's bed.

“Can one of you go to the store and get me new ones, please?”

Both of them picked up one of the empty products, before throwing them back and saying each others names, to say the other one should go and get them.

“No, listen, I have this thing..-”

“Yeah, but I have a date.”

“What?” you raised your eyebrows at Hoseok, “With who?”

“Uh.. well.. her name is.. uh.. AaaaEmily?”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, “You're lying to me. Come on, I just want some pads. Please,” they hated this. They hated when you pulled the pouting card, because neither of them could resist when you looked at them with big eyes begging them to do something for you.

“Ugh, fine. But we'll go together,” Hoseok took a picture of both of the things, so he knew what to buy.

“No, wait, don't bring these. I need the other ones for the show tomorrow. The bigger ones.”

“The bigger ones? Could you be any more specific?”

“Ah, it's alright, you'll find it when you see it,” you grinned and kissed both of their cheeks, “So far, you two are the best brothers, so yay!”

Best brothers or not, they regretted their decision to have said yes when they were standing in the store half an hour later, what felt like a million products for women on their period in front of them and not having a single clue on what to buy.

In the meantime, you had walked into the bedroom of the last of your brothers, finding Jeongguk putting on his running shoes.

“Are you going out?”

“Just for a run.. want to come with me?”

“HA! No,” you shook your head, “I need chocolate.”

“Chocolate? We have some here.. I bought you some last week, remember?”

“I ate that.”

“All of it?”

“Don't judge me,” you crossed your arms in front of your chest and frowned, “I need new chocolate. Like.. right now.”

“But the store isn't on the route I wanted to take.”

“Well, fine then,” you threw your arms up, “Don't bring me chocolate. God, I have to do everything myself in this house.”

When he walked out, he only heard you slam your bedroom door closed, finding Taehyung, Jin and Namjoon all staring after you.

“Can somebody explain to me what's up with her today?”

“She's on her period again,” Taehyung whispered, afraid you might hear him talk about you.

All of them let out quiet ‘Oh's’, it all suddenly making sense.

“Best stay clear of her today.. and tomorrow.. and the day after that.”

“We should all start making notes when her period starts, so that we can be prepared next time,” Namjoon suggested and all of the others actually agreed, since it really was a good idea for not pissing you off for once.

They'd shower you with chocolate, pads, massages and all that nice stuff next time.

Just so you couldn't complain..

..but probably would anyways, let's be real. Periods had that effect of just wanting to complain about anything and everything.

Don’t Care If It Hurts: Pt. 8

(DOG HYBRID! + GAURD DOG!JIMIN X READER) (FT.OLDERBROTHER! + MAFIA BOSS!NAMJOON)

PART 1  PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7  PART 8 PART 9

Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoul’s largest gang; Kim Namjoon gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoul’s underground hybrid fighting ring.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader, mentions of Hoseok x Reader. Namjoon x Seokjin

Tags: blood, gore, SMUT, cumplay, praise kink, oral, overstimulation, shower sex, multiple rounds. kidnapping, guns, 

Word count: 9.8k

Authors note: ITSSSSS FINALLY HEREEEEEE, I know you guys have been waiting for this one a long time so I won't let it go any longer. thank you so much for all your positive feedback! this chapter was a difficult one to write- mostly because I don't write smut often. But anyways enjoy!!!!! please give this love- i worked realy hard on it for you <3

Song rec: take you down - chris brown, get you by daniel Ceaser, fetish - Selena Gomez 

You were under house arrest. You tried to be understanding most of the time. Namjoon himself had relayed the threat that the head of the Red X’s had conveyed; that if they got their hands on you- they would likely not return you alive.

How could you blame him for being protective of you when it came from a place of love? You should feel glad to have even one day of freedom at all. But somehow knowing you can’t leave the compound makes you even antsier than usual. You hate sitting there on your couch, or even working out in the work out room (one of Jimin’s suggestions on the 5th day when you almost decided to take a jailbreak). 

You hate not being able to help, especially when you know that outside- even in the main building you know that the entire gang is preparing for war. You had gone out there only once, looking for Namjoon after you’d woken up and found no note on your door, or evidence that he’d come home last night. 

Thought you’re as familiar with the building as you are with your own house.  You didn’t manage to find him before Yoongi found you. he scolded you,  and asked why you didn’t bring Jimin with you, and most importantly why you were venturing in here. it’s not like its forbidding, but you know that it’s a little strange to have you here next to piles of guns and contraband. Even now that you’re an adult the older boys still try to conceal the worst parts of the gangs activates from you. 

Yoongi had sent you back to the house- saying that he’ll send over Jungkook later to play some video games with you and Jimin (who had still been blissfully asleep when you left that morning). 

Jimin had been tugging on his jacket- forgetting his shoes when you walked into the front door. Politely escorted by a group of no less than 5 gang members. His annoyance clearly written on his face.

“Would it kill you to at least leave a note- you could have woken me and I would have gone with you…” he had chastised you later while the two of you had been making breakfast. Someone had brought of groceries so that you were less tempted to go out for food. Your hand had lingered on his shoulder, as he fried bacon in a pan. And you had let yourself lean into him for a moment, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“I just wanted to see him Jimin- I didn’t think it would be a big deal.” His shoulder relaxed under your touch. One of his hands brushed against the top of your head, feather light and barely there. Recently affections were more commonplace. It’s been too easy to let yourself depend on Jimin the past few days. Easier even to seek out affection from him in the absence of company your brother. 

There is some small part of you that will always wonder which part of your relationship- your friendship is due to the master/hybrid dynamic that was at its foundation. But it doesn’t seem that way most of the time, especially since Namjoon’s been treating him as more of a member of the inner circle since he saved you at the gala. You always relax when he initiates affection. Which is as often as you do.

You’ve never felt like this with anyone before, it’s not that you love the affection that Jimin gives you- though you do. It feels so nice to be touched and held and protected the way that he cares for you. But its almost like something clicks into place when he’s next to you. Like when he’s next to you it doesn’t matter that the war outside is taking victims- as long as the two of you and your family make it out alive everything will be alright. 

There have already been casualties. 

Three since the gala, two of them low-level gangsters that you only knew in passing, and another one that you’d known by name from your father's reign. The first two had been the victim of a drive-by shooting. The third murdered on his way to a safe house. 

Namjoon had been irate. Jin had to be called in to stop him from rolling right up to Chanyeol’s uncle's house and taking care of him. But it was unlikely that Chanyeol or any of his inner circles would be there. In fact, since being released on bail- no one, not the police or even Taehyung’s informants had heard hide nor hair of him. Their first offensive move had sent them reeling for the first few days.

The two murders had sent a message back- that Bangtan couldn’t hide from the red X’s. It seemed increasingly more likely that this would lead to a head to head battle between the two. And that would mean dead bodies, and a lot of them soon. 

No one could blame you for feeling antsy- wanting to get out of the house and see your family when you knew how in danger they were. You hated not being able to do anything. Not being able to help at all. After the morning that you strayed, Namjoon had called you, assuring you that he’d sleep soon. Reminding you that every moment they had to plan now was essential for the bloodbath that was to come.

 You’d begged him to let you help plan something but Namjoon was relentless; stating again and again that he needed you safe to have a clear head. He hadn’t listened even when He’d come back the next morning to have coffee with you.  he’d left soon after much to your dismay. 

Jimin had tried to distract you as best he could from the anxiety gnawing at you. Suggesting that you spend time in the work out room with him to work off some of your pent-up energy. You’d already tore through drama after drama on your couch. Sometimes talking sometimes not. Sometimes just happy to have his warmth by your side or his heavy head on your lap. 

Then the word comes in from Namjoon, you could spend one day outside of the compound- provided it was somewhere well populated and you were home far before nightfall. Then it was just a question of what you would do with that time. You spent a few hours with Jimin trying to find something that would state your desire to leave- since it seemed like it would be the last time you would be let out for a while. 

You feel a little like Cinderella, only instead of having your carriage turning back into a pumpkin at midnight, It feels like the consequences are more along the lines of Alice and the red queen chopping off your head. 

Eventually, a traveling show of French artwork at the national museum draws your eye. And after Jin acquires a set of floor plans and you run it by Namjoon. He agrees begrudgingly to let you go on a Saturday morning when it will be at it’s most crowded. Having Jin drop you off and pick you up after a few hours. Apparently, it coordinated well with some other business he had in that part of the city anyway. 

The day arrives; you try to muster yourself up to be as excited as usual. This felt too much like the last hurrah and even Seokjin can tell that your spirits are less than high. Seokjin’s eyes the follow you for every moment in the back of the car, tracking your falling smile every time you turn away from the light conversation. You scamper out of the car as soon as Jin’s car begins to slow down breathing in the fresh air. 

Jimin calls after you as you continue to trot up the steps, your light blue dress swishing around your hips.  “what’s gotten into you today” he asks as he finally snags your wrist in his. He’s wearing a white button-down today and a pair of sensible light blue slacks. You suppose you probably look like any other couple if it wasn’t for his ears poking out of the side of his head. You slow down as you get near the ticket booth.

“I just…” you trail off, your eyes hopping too and fro in the river of school children and the elderly that seem just as excited to look at art as you are. It seems impossible that out of everyone here any of them could be connected to the red X’s. But you still feel that jump in your pulse whenever someone’s eyes fall on yours. 

The paranoia could kill this day, and you don’t want to let it, you’re going to try to let it go for Jimin's sake and yours. “I’m just excited to see some of the artwork.” You say, forcing a smile in Jimin's direction. 

His thumb stutters along your palm. You look particularly like a masterpiece today, with the way that the simple dress hugs your hip and your hair which brushes against your collar bones, Jimin finds himself reaching out to brush it behind your ear, and as always when your eyes flicker up to his it makes his heart light up, especially when you smile- your first real smile of the day. 

The galleries are calm and quiet, the only sound the noisy clack of a woman’s heals. The light is low with the tangle of hallways and walls meant to maximize hanging space and confusing corners. As your paces slow to a gentle meander from painting to painting Jimin finds himself drawn to your wide-eyed, gentle lipped expression as often as he is to the paintings. He links his arm with yours as you move onto the exhibit that you really wanted to see; the French artwork.

“When I was little.” You say in a hushed voice as if you’ll disturb the picture of the sleeping woman in front of you. “Namjoon would take me to galleries all the time; he used to tell me that he’d let me fill his house with paintings when he was older because I had much better taste than him.” 

“And did you? Or have you yet?” 

“No” you giggle after a moment, “mostly because we haven’t gone together to look at art in a while, and we already have enough in our house, but If I did I think I’d put something like this in our house” you say as you move on to the next painting “I love their use of colors.” 

In truth, Jimin loves the painting too- though its colors are melancholy blues and purples, with only little splotches of color for the sun, “I don’t know a lot about art.” Jimin says, his hands in his pockets “but doesn’t it make you feel sad?” 

“Of course.” You say with eyes far away. And Jimin knows that you’re thinking about something even more far away then the painting of the French countryside. “The same way it makes me feel sad about things that might not happen.” Jimin gives you a small smile. 

“Don’t let Hoseok hear you say that.” Jimin grins. The other night Hoseok and Jungkook had come over for dinner with Taehyung and the 5 of them, minus Namjoon. Had played cards over a bottle of whiskey. Taehyung and Hoseok had gotten into a philosophical discussion about worry and hope that had made Jimin’s head spin. It had only ended with Jungkook had lurched forward falling asleep for a moment and almost landing face first into his drink. The ensuing roast of the maknae was enough to get them off the topic.  You smile back at him. 

“He would hate it if he knew I had lost hope.”

“So that’s what’s gotten into you today,” Jimin says, “you’ve lost hope that your brother can win.” You look away, feeling the heaviness that settles on you again. 

“I’ve just lost hope that this will end in the way I want it too.” You say quietly, “come on lets sit” you say to Jimin, prompting him to sit by a window so that you can look at a sculpture and at the city skyline, you’re viewing a lot of buildings from the back, and you can make out graffiti eyes, silhouettes, and tags that overlay each other in a natural collage. The city’s own kind of art gallery. 

“I know what you’re thinking.” Jimin says suddenly, “but you don’t have to feel hopeless, sometimes it’s just as bad to think that the worst is going to happen than to think that everything is going to be alright,”

“You sound like Hoseok.” You smile up at Jimin. And he swallows back. the two of you are so wrapped up in each other that neither of you notices the careful footsteps creeping up behind you slowly.  

“I don’t know- I’d hope for the worst especially if it meant that my brother was stupid enough to put me on the chopping block- might be a quicker death,” a foreign voice says behind you, you and Jimin turn. The black-haired man with the foxlike smile is vaguely familiar- but you're sure you couldn't have seen him more than once.

Jimin stands in a heartbeat, “And who the fuck are you?” you take one moment to take in the area, your bench is out of sight from the main gallery, no cameras- it’s too secluded to be safe. 

“Someone who just got lucky I guess,” he says as he reaches inside of his suit jacket. Jimin is on him in an instant, vaulting over the bench and punching him across the face, though you can already see the hard outline of the gun through the man's suit jacket. 

The man pulls it out of his suit jacket It goes off once as Jimin tries to wrestle it away from the man, but with the silencer, it barely makes a pop. Jimin knocks it out of his hand as he punches him in the face again, a splatter of blood hitting your face from the gangster’s mouth.  The gun clatters across the floor and you scramble for it. Blood splatters against the white gallery walls as Jimin punches him again and you get the gun.  It feels cold and too large in your hands, heavy as you point it at the man's head. 

Jimin looks absolutely murderous at the man, as he dispenses hit after hit onto his face, and it sends a chill you’re your spine.  “How lousy- didn’t your master warn you?” Jimin taunts, the man tries to wrestle out of Jimin’s hold, but the years of fighting have made Jimin lean and incomparable in a fight as he sends fist after fist into the mans face, punctuating each word with another blow. 

“If- you- plan- to- kill- us, you- better- get- it- right- the- first- try.”  The man's head hits the floor but Jimin just picks him up again, shoving him up against the wall, “Because if you don’t, I’m coming after you.” 

You’re surprised that he even has a face left to smile up at Jimin, spitting blood in his face but it doesn’t even make Jimin flinch. “I’m not the one with a master you half-breed.” 

“Don’t call him a half breed!” you shout, pressing the shaking gun to his temple. But the gangster just laughs in your face.

“Did Namjoon never teach you how to hold a gun sweetheart?” he mocks, but you steal yourself, aiming into the wall right next to his head and pulling the trigger trying not to flinch as you feel the gun release. The blood drains out of his face. 

“You treated him didn’t you, you’re the doctor from the hospital,” Dr. Xiumen smiles, his bloody teeth and split lip making it look more grotesque. 

“At least you’re smarter than your brother,” 

“How long have you been following us?” you ask, pressing the hot gun against his cheek, making him flinch, at the same moment another person walks around the side. A pedestrian, an old lady who flinches back when you and Jimin turn to her ready to fight. her eyes have snagged on the gun in your hands as she stutters out an “excuse me” as her eyes fall on the bloody man before she turns around and runs. 

But it’s already too late- you know you’ve already been made, Jimin gives several punches to his head for good measure before he lets Dr. Xiumen fall to the ground unconscious. He grabs your arm.

“We have to go now!”  Jimin says, but panic has already broken out, you cant hide the blood on his hands as you take off towards the stairwell. Jimin pauses for a second before he pulls the fire alarm. the ringing bells almost defining as everyone empties out of the art museum. 

The gun gets hastily shoved into your purse after you put the safety on. Jimin presses the panic button on his wrist tracker and pulls you along through the thrum of panicked people leaving the museum. somewhere a child cries for his mother, though they’re in no real danger. Jimin pulls you up by your hand even when you stumble- his hand vicelike around yours.  Seokjin is already waiting by the exit unblocked by the time you make it outside the museum. 

“What the hell happened y/n” he yells as he peals out of the parking lot, narrowly avoiding crashing into a fire truck. 

“We ran into the red X’s” 

“How many where there?” 

“Only one- I think it was just an accident, he might have seen us and followed us in or something.”

“Are you alright.” Is Seokjin’s next question as he navigates carefully onto the highway, already the sound of emergency vehicles is ebbing into the distance. But every cop car that flashes by makes you flinch. Seokjin makes every effort to keep going the speed limit.

“I’m alright, a little shaken but alright.” You steady your hands by gripping the seat in front of you. “He’s still there you should probably send Hoseok in after us he could have information-” 

“He’s already on it,” Seokjin says, letting out a pent-up breath. “All Namjoon wants me to do is get you home right now.”

“Where is my brother?” 

“He’s on business-“ 

“The least you could do is tell me Seokjin.”

 He starts to shake his head, “Namjoon doesn’t want me to worry you.” 

“Cut the crap Seokjin- you know-”

“No- I don’t actually, and no I don’t owe you information, especially when you go and do things that put you blatantly in danger y/n.” 

“I need to feel free Seokjin,” you say in a small voice. 

“And Namjoon needs you safe but I don’t see either of you getting what you want.” Seokjin retorts as you turn into the compound, he parks the car in front of your house and before either of you can reply Seokjin’s phone rings, “it’s your brother- I’ll meet you inside- just go.” 

You and Jimin quickly change out of your bloodstained museum clothes, you change into a pair of pink satin shorts and a black sweatshirt and Jimin into a pair of sweats and a tee-shirt.  

You find Seokjin in the main lobby, passing him quietly still on the phone with what sounds like Hoseok. Before you both retreat to the kitchen to wait for him. It only takes a few moments for him to finish up the call. 

“It seems like he escaped unscathed though they found blood at the crime scene no one seems any the wiser about your two’s involvement in today's events. The police don’t have a good description of the madwoman that shoved a gun in an old lady’s face.” 

“I never shoved a gun in-” you begin to protest before Seokjin silences you with a raised hand. 

“All that matters is that the two of you are safe and that no one is looking for you.” Seokjin runs a hand through his hair. “Namjoon will be back from Daegu from the gun deal early tomorrow morning, he said he’ll talk to you then.” 

You sigh; “so now you’ll tell me what my brothers doing” 

Seokjin sends the two of you a pointed look. “I have to go straighten out something’s at the docks, please try not to get into too much trouble tonight” you nod dumbly, your fingers drumming against the countertop. Seokjin gives Jimin a look over his shoulder that pointedly says to keep an eye on you before he leaves. Neither of you talks until the car outside rumbles to a start. 

“Cheer up.” Jimin walks over to the sink, “at least you know you’ll see him tomorrow.” 

“You know he’ll probably send us away after this right?” Jimin turns on the faucet and nods without looking at you. You find yourself staring at the marble countertops before you catch him flinch out of the corner of his eyes. He holds up his hands chagrined, showing you his knuckles, which are bruised and split. “I guess I got a little carried away earlier” you take his hands in two of yours.  

“I have a first aid kit upstairs come on.” You say and tug him. You make him sit on the toilet while you drag out the first aid kit from under your sink. Setting out the gauze. You smile slightly as you realize how similar of a situation this one is to the condition Jimin first was in when he came into your life so many weeks ago. 

“What are you thinking about.” He asks carefully, his ears flicking back and forth, he’s happy to see you smiling for what feels like the first time today. Today has been so crazy and you look like some sleep could do you well. 

“Just remembering.” You say as you dab at his wounds carefully with a gauze pad. In a moment of boldness, Jimin takes your hand and presses his pillowy lips to your palm, continuation to give small kisses to the tips of your fingers.  

“Thank you,” he says after a moment, leaning into your hand as blush colors you from your toes to the top of your head. 

“What for?” you stutter out, happy at your hybrids affection but wary of his eyes on you. There is something electric in the air right now, something that almost seems to hum every time Jimin touches you. something that if disturbed would never settle back. 

“I love it when you take care of me. I’ve never been taken care of like this.” Jimin says hushedly as he sits on your toilet, his bloody hands out in front of him. You meet his gaze, and in his eyes, you find a consuming tenderness; you smile slightly, trying to not get your hopes up like usual. 

“I’m happy to be here whenever you need me.” 

“I thought it would get easier- easier to say that kind of thing after the events of the gala.” 

“You mean after you saved my life. I haven’t forgotten Jimin- but that’s not why I care for you.” 

“Is it because I’m a hybrid? If I where a human man could you love me?” you drop the thin gauze onto the counter and let it roll onto the floor. Stooping for a second to hide your blush, before you swallow thickly.

“I already do love you silly.” You say reaching for his hands. He pulls them away from you and you look up shocked to see him so serious, his eyebrows furrowed together. 

“Not like that, not the way you feel for Jungkook or your brother- or even how you felt about Hoseok at one point. I just want to know if you could love me.” 

“And I just said that I already do.” You say equally as serious, setting the gauze back on the counter. When you turn around you find Jimin standing, either of his hands trap you against the counter as he looks down at you through thick lashes, his plush lips set in a line. Jimin is so close to you that you can feel his breath on your forehead, it would be so easy just to tilt your head forward and meet his lips. 

“Don’t tease me,” Jimin said, his tone soft and pregnant with emotion, he’s looking at you like he couldn’t possibly believe you’re telling the truth. Like you must be lying or toying with him. “You know what I meant, do you think you could ever love m-me?” he asks, his voice breaking. 

“I wasn’t teasing.” You say a small smile playing on your bitten lips, “I was just telling the truth.” And that’s when you tilted your chin forward to meet Jimin's lips. The kiss makes the two of you breathless, sending Jimin’s heart rate skyrocketing as his shocked hands come forward to grab you, holding you to him, worried that you’ll try to pull away too early.

His lips start moving against yours almost instantly, and you feel him sighing against the soft sweetness of your mouth that he had only ever dreamed of indulging in.  When you finally pull away to get some breath, Jimin tilts forward for a moment. Chasing your lips like he’s already addicted to them. 

“Does that answer your question?” you say, playfulness toying at your mouth. Jimin connects your lips again in answer though you can fill a smile on his mouth.  

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” he asks, his breath already uneven. He’s slightly shocked that you kissed him. He thought if anything he would be the first one to lose control and kiss you- not that he’s complaining with you he’ll always take what he can get. 

“I didn’t want you to feel pressured into anything- like you had to love me to fulfill your duties.- and if you don’t want anything to do with me we can go back to the way we were before-“

“No,” Jimin says, his hands fisting on the fabric of your sweatshirt pulling you into him. Resting his hips against yours making you shudder against his form. He suddenly feels too hot- too large for the bathroom. “I could say that I love you a thousand times and it would still never be enough, that’s how I feel about you. I’ve wanted you since I first got you. I want you now, and right now wanting you forever seems impossible if I don’t have you.” he crashes his lips against yours and this time your hands go up to twine in his hair.

If his lips were shocked and startled against yours at first now they are passionate and assured as you try to keep up with his ravenous lips. His hands fist in the back of your sweatshirt brushing up against the bare skin of your back. You pull apart again for a breath. And Jimin is insistent pressing a kiss against your cheek and then trailing them down to your neck to breath in deep. 

“Do you want me in this way? I want to hear it from you.” the hybrid suddenly drops to his knees.  “Don’t you want me y/n? I can smell that you do.” he’s face to face with your baby pink sleeping shorts. He inhales a deep breath making you blush, “Jimin, w-what are you doing.” The sight of him on his knees in front of you makes you stutter.

“I must not be the only one who’s wanted this, I wonder if I.” he pries where your thighs are straining to keep closed. And he growls when he sees the faint wet patch soaking through the satin. The smell of you becoming more potent. He can’t stop himself when he moves forward nose pressing against the apex of your thighs making you squeak. Your fingers twining through his hair. But you don’t pull him away- you don’t think you’d physically be able to make yourself do that at this point.

“You smell so good Jagiya.” He loves how shaky your breath gets when his tongue prods out and licks the wet patch of your arousal. He can tell you’re not wearing any underwear. He can feel his member twitch thinking about how easy it would be to take you here against this counter. He makes himself slow down and savor every inch of you.  His hands come up to surround your thighs, Squeezing your skin between his hands groping your ass in tandem as he yanks your legs open farther. 

“I don’t like begging but I’d beg to get a taste of you. Will you let me jagiya? I want to taste you so bad.” You’re glad that Jimin can’t see your face because you're certain you’re redder than a tomato. Jimin sucks on the flesh of your thighs, leaving hickey after hickey at the very edge of your sleep shorts. Thoughts of how you could hide them and thrown out of your head as Jimin laves his tongue against you. “I love your thighs too. Have I ever told you that?” he nips at them just as his hand abandoned your front and goes to your rear to move your ass cheeks apart.

“n-no” you stutter out. Your fingers twining in his hair “you haven’t” You gasp out when Jimin presses a well-placed thumb over your clit. Pressing the silk into it, soaking the fabric further with your wetness. 

Your knees are weak. Made shaky by the words Jimin is saying to you. Who knew he had such a dirty mouth? You would have guessed this would be mostly shy hands and less than their touches. But Jimin is the exact opposite of shy; not that you're complaining. Everything about his firm hands that harshly grasp your thighs or the firm pull of his teeth against his skin that has you moaning into the open air could be characterized as hungry. Everything is happening so quickly it feels like your mind is reeling. You can believe this is happening and still you want it too badly to make it stop. 

The bathroom door is open, and the door to your bedroom is too- someone could walk in at any moment. Thank god Namjoon was going to be away until that morning. If he was here you don’t know if you could be quiet enough or if you could pull yourself away from this right now. 

Jimin is so hungry for you-you realize. Especially when he starts rolling his tongue against your core. Trying to lap up the little amount of your slick that’s soaked through almost sucking on your clit through the fabric. His fingers hook into your shorts tugging them down your thighs and too your ankles.

Jimin wastes no time in partaking in the sweetness of you. The first brush of his tongue against you makes you bite back your moans. “I want to hear you, darling,” his tongue gently flicking up and down your slit, searching for as much of your sweetness as he can find. He feels drunk on you. Moaning against the most intimate part of you at your taste, at the feel of you. “I want to hear what I’m doing to you” Your breath comes out in big gushes as you choke out a groan. He grips underneath your thighs and lifts you to sit you down on the edge of the counter. Digging into your core like a man possessed. The tight circles and broad staccato strokes of his tongue make you shake, as you pant into the open air as you feel your pleasure climbing. 

“Jimin.” You say his name like a mantra over and over again. His thumbs come forward to pry your core open, a thumb sinking in to play along the edge of your center, your hole greedily trying to suck him. Your climax barrels towards you unavoidable, your breath chokes his name as your hips roll forward. His hands grab hold of yours; your fingers intertwine as he licks you through your orgasm  

Eventually, he pulls away, grinning up at you lovingly and then pressing a kiss against your cheek when you look at him leaving your wetness there. He loves how much of a mess he’s made you; you’re so wet that there’s a little puddle on the countertop. 

You look so good under him, lips bitten red, and his hickeys shining pink on your thighs. Looking fucked out and well loved by his hands and mouth, his legs in-between your thighs keeping you open for him. He can feel you shaking. He pulls away from you for a second and you whine, your hands fisting in his long sleeve shirt. He grins. Stepping away from you to yank off his shirt revealing the miles of his creamy rich skin to your fingers. You lift your hands to run over his hard pectorals and down his chest to skim across his cut lines and hip bones. he shivers underneath your hot palms. He catches your hand when it rubs against his cheek.

“I want you to touch me- to love me in this physical way. You have to know how much I want you.” he flicks his hips forward slowly rocking against your unclothed core. Making you gasp at the hard length that presses against you. “Can You feel how much I want you?” you sit forward sliding your body against his as your shaky feet touch the ground. pushing him away for a second so you can stip out of your shots. 

“What are you doing?” Jimin asks his voice shakey as you walk towards the shower, turning it on. You turn to him, lifting your sweatshirt over your head revealing all of you too him. His eyes eat you up hungrily as you give him what you hope is a seductive and inviting look, trying to hide your nervousness.

“Showering, want to join?” you step in. Giving him a moment to decide again if he wants this with you. He wastes no time in shucking his pants and shirt. Mildly worried for a moment that you’ll judge him and find him lacking. 

The first press of Jimin’s bare skin against your back underneath the hot funnel of water makes you groan. You’re still shaky from the orgasm he gave you, and his wandering hands that skim over your breasts and down your sides do nothing to quell the returning heat burning through your gut. But his hands aren’t as hungry as before. You turn around, letting your eyes wander over the whole of him. Over his generous length and his gorgeously toned body quickly being soaked under the shower. you tug him forward. Pulling his bare body against yours, his hands shake when they come up to comb through your hair tenderly. 

“I love the feeling of your skin against mine.” You say hushed, running your palms up and over his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his muscular back. 

“I love it too- I think I’ve loved you for a long time. Since I first showed up here.” “You’ve loved me since I first rubbed your ears.” you giggle, Jimin presses his smiling face against the wet skin of your shoulder, like he's trying to hide it. 

“That might be an exaggeration.” His lips brush against yours again and he can't get enough of the feel of your skin against his. Jimin takes the body wash dispenses a generous amount of soap onto his hands, then rubs a line of bubbles across your arm where earlier blood splattered, slowly washing you.  

“I want to wash you- I want to see all of you and have all of you to myself. For as long as you’ll let me.” 

“I want every inch of you Jimin.”

“You’d let me ruin you that easily?” 

“You already have” You reach for some soap to lather into his hair, he groans against your fingers as you carefully wash around the edges of his ears. All the while his hands brush against your sides, your collar bones, your arms, and it’s like he can’t get enough of you. You let him watch you his eyes sometimes fluttering closed as he leans into you. You guide him underneath the waterfall shower letting the water wash out the suds before you reach for the soap. 

“Let me” The first brush of his soapy hands against your cunt has you jolting forward into his touch. You gasp and find him watching your every moment as his fingers explore you. He bites his lower lip as his gaze snags on your open-mouthed expression.

“Is this where you want me to touch you? You loved it so much the first time and that was just my tongue.” Jimin asks is a low gravely voice as he nips at the side of your jaw. You nod feebly, biting your lips and giving yourself away to the pleasure as you feel the pads of his fingers tickle feather lights touches on your outer lips dragging them apart. You whimper softly. Your hips stutter forward to follow his hands, but Jimin merely tuts, moving his hand away. 

“You’ll have to use your big girl words if you want something.”

“Jimin I want you to make love to me.” Jimin swallows his rich brown eyes searching your face for a hint of something.  

But “alright” is all he says. guiding his face back to yours, leaning his forehead against yours under the hot stream of water. “alright” he repeats.  

The next brush of his lips against yours is just as hot and demanding as the first. Your hand trails down his pectorals reaching for his length finding it hot and heavy as your fingertips brush his head. 

“Don’t tease me.” He says breathlessly.

You grin like the Cheshire cat. “But you seemed to enjoy teasing me so much.” it's your turn to drop to your knees in front of him, placing a kiss and a hickey on either side of his member before you lick tentatively along his head and down a vein. He lets out a strangled moan- his gentle but demanding hands finding your head and cradling it softly.  

“y/n” he groans out, begging wordlessly for you to end his wanting. You grin as you wrap your hand around him, making sure you keep eye contact with him as you open your jaw wide and sink your mouth onto him until he hits the back of your throat. His body jerks when he’s fully inside your warm wet mouth, letting out a string of curse words before his hand's fist in your hair in Ernest. His head tipped back away from the string of water so that it hits only his chest now. 

It's warm and wet and heavenly as you bob your head along his length, leaving Jimin’s thighs shaking. Every single little noise he makes your core wetter and you’re sure you would be dripping onto the floor now if it wasn’t for the water. 

“Your mouth- holy fuck” Jimin praises, his hips cant forward unintentional. “wait wait wait-“ pulling you off of him and tugging you onto your feet and into his arms. Almost making you slip. His kisses are less coordinated but betray his wanting. “If you keep doing that, then i...” he turns off the shower and picks you up in one movement, you yelp and giggle as he opens the glass door and carries you in his arms out into your bedroom tossing you onto the bed.

He goes to the door. He sends one glance back at you where you lay, pausing for a moment, stretched out on your bed, spread out and ready for him to take and cherish as his own. 

“If you want to back out back out now…”

You shake your head roughly, “never.”  The sound of the lock on your door clicking sends a thumb to your already waiting core. Jimin is on you as fast as he can, pressing kiss after kiss to your face to your collarbones, to your neck. The only thing that fills you is thoughts of Jimin Jimin Jimin. 

his thumbs rub gently at your nipples. The lustful eyes that look down at you with equal parts want and devotion. Even the first brush of his hardness against your warm and waiting core. He twines his hands with yours again pinning them to the bed above you. Your hips chase his trying to get him inside of you when he brushes against you again. His joy filled smirk that greets you makes your heart stutter. “Someone’s impatient.” Your retort is silenced as he sinks into turning your words into a garbled moan, above you Jimin grunts at the initial tightness.

“You’re so wet jagiya, all for me.” 

“All for you, only for you” you moan out as he sinks as deep as he can into you, the tip of his head just barely brushing your cervix. Your back arches against him. None of your old lovers have ever made you feel this full- or your body this alive. You feel like every movement of Jimin sends ricochets of sparks along the inside of your skin. You’ve never had sex that felt so full-bodied before. 

“Jagi- I can’t” Jimin stutters out breathing heavy, you press a kiss to his lips. 

“you don’t have to hold back with me.” Jimin starts a slow pace that is all long deep strokes; he takes longer going in than going out. His thrusts almost punchy against you. 

You share every pant, every breath, every I love you that he mutters like a prayer against your mouth. His hands eventually detach from your hands so that he can worship your body too. Your eyes flutter open to watch him- only to find he’s watching you. He doesn’t want to forget any of this, any of how you twist and moan below him in the throws of your pleasure. 

“Jimin- please” you beg, “I need you to go faster.” he leans into you and tugs your legs around his waist, sinking in hard and pulling out just as quickly making you cry out. You’re quickly coming underneath him.

You clenching around his length has his hips fluttering against yours in the most delightful way.  You feel his hips trembling as his hot slick cum shoots into you, filling you with a warm satisfying feeling that has you throwing your head back against the pillow and digging your fingertips into his forearms, sighing at the relief of it.

But he doesn’t stop doesn’t let up against you- if anything he’s harder inside of you, making you feel all the more full as the combined weight of his cum and his dick fill you. Especially when he pulls out and thrusts forward more roughly then he has yet turned your words into a strangled groan.

“Jimin what are you-” but his mouth covers yours hushing your protests. 

“I might cum easily- but I certainly have more than one round in me.” He leans down kissing you again- it’s like he can’t get enough of you. “What about you jagiya? I want to feel you cum around me- do you think you could do that for me? I know you have another in you.” 

and it’s messy, the amount of your cum leaking from your slit as Jimin renews a punishing pace without giving you time to calm down has you twitching and panting. Moaning out his name loud enough that if anyone where home they would certainly hear you. 

You almost bite your lip to keep your moans in but then you remember Jimin’s earlier warning, he stretches your leg upwards hooking it over his shoulder- and though it’s not exactly the most comfortable position Jimin reaches such a new depth inside of you that its worth the strain.  The two of you are moaning out again in tandem as you clench around him. His forearms shaking as you reach up to run your fingers roughly through his hair as he’s pressing a scalding kiss against your collarbone.

 “I love how you feel around me. Like you were made to have me and I was made to fit inside of you. I hope you know that I’m going to make love to you again and again until you’re so full of me that you’ll never remember what it was like to have another man inside of you let alone know how to want a cock that’s not mine.” You smile against his lips. 

“I already told you that I’d gladly be ruined by you.” he grins against your lips as well. 

“Then why don’t you cum for me again baby girl.” His hand goes down to rub smooth, almost feather light teasing circles against your clit as he pounds into you, he bites the juncture of your throat harder. Your shaking, every inch of you trembling like a leaf as you shudder through the beginnings of your orgasm. You twitch around him, your orgasm washing over you in waves, black stars shower your vision as your back arches pressing your chest into Jimin’s. 

“That’s it, baby,” Jimin growls above you, his hands slowing down on your clit as you continue to tremble from the overstimulation, Jimin cums again as your tight pussy milks him, filling you further, the rest of it squelching out to cover your hips as Jimin twitches inside of you, releasing the last few strings of his cum. He slides out of you, finally softening and spent but not done with you yet as he pulls himself down to watch himself leaking out of you. You squeal when you feel him press a kiss to your entrance. 

“Jimin” you sob as his tongue pokes your entrance again, your body feels ropey and not all there, the throws of your passion still making everything feel hazy, the only thing that still there is the press of his tongue against your entrance moaning again as the taste of the two of you mix together a delightful combination on his tongue, but the overstimulation makes your hips twist away.  

“I’m so sensitive Jimin please.” Jimin licks you again once, then twice before he drags himself up to press a kiss into your mouths, softer this time then the scalding ones he gave you earlier. The tang of your lovemaking making you blush as Jimin pulls away from you staring down at you with something akin to reverence. Your forehead rests against his.

“I love you,” he says again, his fingers trailing along the edge of your jaw. “I love you so much.” You smile kissing the inside of his palm.

“I love you too.” You say quietly, and in the half-light of your bedroom, the words almost feel like something secret and a promise. But you’d shout them from the rooftops if he’d asked you to. You spend a moment just looking at each other, marveling at the fact that both of you somehow feel the same. Until you shift and grimace feeling the sticky mess in between your thighs. Jimin laughs at your expression and gets up to get a washcloth. which he uses to clean you with gentle careful strokes. Pressing a kiss to the inside of your knees. 

“How did you like that jagiya?” he asks teasingly, his fingers playing across the underside of your knees. Your fucked out grin is more than enough of a confirmation. You tug him down for more kisses, though these are sleepier and sweeter. Jimin pulls you against his chest and its there that you fall asleep, the taste of love lingering on your tongue. 

The knock that comes from the door in the early hours of the morning startles the two of you out of sleep. You send Jimin one scared look before you make to get out of bed but he grabs your wrist.

“What if its Namjoon y/n?”  He says gesturing to state, it’s obvious what the two of you had done the night before- even your body feels pleasantly sore and you're sure your hair is as crazy as Jimin’s tangled curly locks.  

“It’s not” comes Taehyung’s voice from outside the door. “But the fact that you’re worried it’s Namjoon makes me concerned Jimin.” Taehyung knocks again, “come on y/n.” you give Jimin a withering look as you sling the sheet tighter around your chest and leave Jimin on the bed, his waist covered with a blanket. 

“what Tae?” you ask when you wrench open the door, Tae takes one glance at your sheet dress and another at Jimin’s bare chest stretched out on your bed before he says “ah, I see” casting a single unabashed look over Jimin’s nakedness. 

“Namjoon wants you packed and ready to go within the hour, I’m guessing he’d rather you be dressed too,” He says. 

“Did he say where we’re going?” Tae shakes his head and moves to leave.

“Oh and y/n,” he casts a glance over his shoulder, his eyes appraising your sheet clad appearance, “your secret’s safe with me.” 

“Thank you,” Jimin calls from inside your bedroom.  

“Do you think he’ll tell Namjoon?” Jimin asks from your bed as you go to get dressed.

“No” you say as you toss him a pair of his boxers.

“Why?” he asks as he tugs them on and slides out of the bed. The glance you send his way is forgiving. 

“Because he knows you’re the best protector I could ask for.” Jimin’s arms wrap around your waist, and you can feel his smile as it pressed into your bare shoulder. “Tell me what other ways I’m the best for you?”

Namjoon isn’t pacing when you enter his office, he’s not even moving. He’s just standing over his desk looking as lost as ever, Hoseok and Jungkook are there too, along with Seokjin whose talking and pointing at certain schematics hung on the wall. It's unlike all of them to look so out of it. But Seokjin falls silent when you enter trailed by Jimin.

“You wanted to talk to me?” you say softly, scanning your brother for injuries. Namjoon gestures at the others to leave and the small nod that he gives Jimin also is enough of a confirmation for you. You barely glance at the pieces of paper he passes your way before you’re protesting. 

“Plane tickets Namjoon? I thought you promised me you wouldn’t send me away.” Namjoon catches your arm as you go to throw the tickets down on his desk, and his hushed whisper of your name you look up and see why he’s been so silent. Namjoon looks like he’s aged 5 years with how little he’s slept, deep bags carve out space for his eyes. This Namjoon doesn't look angry or determined like you're used too if anything it looks like he’s resigned to the situation. 

And it scares you-you hadn’t realized that the war had gotten to this point already. 

“That’s twice I’ve almost lost you in the last month- and I can't let there be a third, so please don’t fight me. I can’t fight a war with you too” he says dejectedly. And you hear what he doesn’t need to say, that he can’t lose you too. You know your brother hates to go back on his word and that he promised he wouldn’t send you away. “I can’t fight this war if I’m always wondering if you’re safe.” Tears fill your eyes.

“And I won't be able to breathe if I don’t know if you are,” you say hushed. 

“please, y/n, do this for me, please.” He looks at you like you’re his world- like he cants bear to have you far away even though that’s what he’s asking you to do. 

So unlike the other times you asked, you take a look at the ticket in your hands.  The pair of them- one for you and one for Jimin. You wipe the tears out of your eyes and let out a shaky breath, as you settle on doing what you must, what you know is right. 

“What’s the plan then.” Namjoon lets out a relieved sigh and hands you a folder, you scan the documents quickly, passports for you and Jimin, and student visas signed this morning.

“Your safe house is in Portland, Oregon, I’ve hired the local gang there to keep an eye on you but it will be mostly just you and Jimin. In one month if things haven’t calmed down I’m going to send one of the boys to live with you for a while. If anything happens to me-”

“No” you interrupt your brother, putting a hand on his arm, “we don’t talk like that.”

Namjoon grits his teeth, “if anything happens, I’ve already wired your trust fund to be accessible to you now, and in an international bank, you shouldn’t have to work for the rest of your life if you invest some of it, but I know you'll be smart about it- you where always smarter than me when it came to stuff like that.” 

“Don’t”

 Namjoon smiles softly down at you. “Don’t do what?”

“Say goodbye to me like that.” You reach up and wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him down for a hug that he reciprocates. 

“We’ll be alright y/n.” 

“Promise,” you say muffled into his arm. 

You feel him nod against you.  He pulls away from you, “are you and Jimin packed?” you nod, “there’s a car waiting for you in the driveway then.” He swallows thickly. “I’ll help you with your bags,” Namjoon carries your small suitcase down the stairs for you trailed by Jimin, who looks deceptively normal with a jean jacket and baseball cap tossed over his usual black jeans and white shirt. 

You give Seokjin a hug while Jimin gives Jungkook a fist bump. Hoseok simply claps him on the back before giving you a short hug. “None of you go dying on me.” You say giving the boys what you hope is an intimidating glare as they pretend not to notice the tears that you cant keep out of your eyes. Yoongi is out with the new recruits but Namjoon promises to give him a hug for you. 

Namjoon gives Jimin a handshake, and you see his eyes flare in surprise for a split second before he shoves his hands in his pockets and nods at Jimin. “Thank you for protecting her.”

“It’s what I’m good at.” Is all Jimin says before averting his gaze. 

Taehyung musses your hair as he promises he’ll keep them all in one piece but somehow all you can do is look at your brother memorizing every bit of him from his expensive leather shoes to the loose black shirt tossed over a pair of ordinary pants. Looking nothing like the kingpin who was attempting to take down his competition. None of your family really looked like killers.

Namjoon gives the nod Jimin starts to guide you towards the nondescript black car you can’t tear your eyes away from the place that’s always been your home. This could be the last time you see them alive. If the only thing that runs through your head as the car pulls away from your home and you lift a hand in a wave that they all return. 

“You’ll see them again,” Jimin says as you wipe the tears out of your eyes, clutching at the envelope in your hands. “I know,” you say. And then relax into silence,  The driver takes the quickest route to the airport but even then it still takes an age because of traffic. cutting through downtown, but cars have clogged the byways, and there are so many cars piled so close that you cant see the one in front of you. 

“Can you see if it’s an accident?” you ask the driver, a low level of the gang that you've interacted with a few times. 

“No, miss y/n,” 

“I can hear the sirens, is there a way we can take to avoid the traffic,” Jimin asks, traffic moves on as a crawl. your eyes flicker up to the mirror, widening when you see what’s behind you. 

 “did you remember my purse?” you ask Jimin carefully, who hands it over to you before you tuck your papers into it.” Jimin gives you a look but says nothing, his eyes flickering up to look in the mirror too. 

The black van beside your cars breaks screech and you flinch at the noise, as the news van in front of you sputters. And that’s when your eyes snag on it, someone looking out at you from the back of the car, microphone in their ear.

“We need to get out of here now,”  Jimin shouts at the driver but its already too late, the side doors on the vans that trap your car in on either side open and a gun is pointed at you through the open window.  

You as your driver pulls out a gun only to be silenced, the splatter of blood hits your face like a wound. Jimin kicks out the door, hitting the gangster in a gut, Jimin exits the car arms raised trying to wrestle the gun out of his hands. but before he has a chance someone fires a taser, which hits him in the back sending him to his knees as he grunts through the clicking pain.

You yell his name the same second that your door is wrenched open and hands grab for you. Pulling at your shoulders as you try to fight them. Your eyes on Jimin as he slumps forward his muscles twitching with electricity, 

Someone is pushing into the car and moving your dead driver just as a hand clamps over your mouth smelling antiseptic and pulls you out of the car your feet scrambling against the blood-soaked leather. and you struggle not to inhale what you know is chloroform. 

A pair of arms pulls you out of the car and into the van just as you see Jimin disappear into the other van twist and shouting your name as it takes half a dozen gangsters to restrain him.  

As you kick and scream against the hand constricting you as whoever holds you lands in the bed of the van someone clothes the door cutting you off from the outside world. You look up, terrified, into the eyes of none other than Chanyeol, who’s looking down at you with little remorse, looking like a cat would at a mouse only with half as much interest. like you're dirt underneath his boot, you scream

“Someone shut her up.” Is all he says as he sits back, a boot hits your stomach and you can't resist taking in a sharp breath. The chloroform enters your lungs as your legs go numb, The last thing you see is the quirk of Chanyeol’s mouth as he smiles down at you before everything goes dark.

PART 9

When I’m with You I’m in Utopia

Oneshot

Taehyung X Reader

Word Count: 2643

Genre: Fluff

You had always wanted to do your Masters away from home, in a new place.You were craving for change, for something new in your life. You wanted to move away from all the drama and be your own person.You had applied to a lot of universities and it was getting difficult to wait.After a month of waiting, you had almost lost hope of getting in.The mere thought of having to live with your parents was crushing you.

Just when you thought there was no hope at all, you received a letter from one of the most prestigious universities for literature.You couldn’t contain your excitement! Although your scholarship would cover the cost of your education at the Uni, you would have to find a job to sustain because your parents were not happy with the choice you had made and they weren’t going to support you. You had saved up some money working part time at a cafe, so you could cover your travel. You had been accepted in at the very last minute so you had only a week’s time to pack and move.

You were surrounded by lush green trees, fresh air with beautiful scent, you felt like you were in utopia once you were there. You headed straight for your hostel, you managed to pay for a month by borrowing a little from your best friend, Lisa. She was extremely happy for you because she knew how difficult your life was and you finally got what you wanted. Your hostel was pretty close to your university, so you could save on travel.It was quite surprising that you could do so much in a week’s time.

Now you had to find a job. Classes started on Monday, so you had the weekend to look around and see what you could do to support yourself. You walked around your neighborhood and noticed there were a lot of cafes, probably because of the number of hostels and the universities in the vicinity. The aroma from the cafes made you realize you were hungry, you stopped by a burger joint to grab a quick bite. Once you were done you checked with the place if they were hiring people but tough luck. You asked a couple more places but nothing seemed to be working out. At last you arrived at this very fancy cafe, which was due to open on Monday and was looking for people. Since you had previously worked in a cafe, you were hired as a part-time server. Everything seemed to fall in place! This place really must be utopia!

Monday was just orientation, you could meet the professors to have a one on one if you wanted, sign up for clubs. You decided to look around the university and head to work. Cafe Max agreed to pay you on an hourly basis and this worked well for you because of your class timings. Since it was the opening day, you could never tell how many people would show up. The cafe was jam packed and there was a lot of work to be done. At the end of the day you were so tired that you just wanted to crash. You had only four hours of class in the first half of the day, so you could work during the second half. Weekends were an off from college, so you could work longer hours.

You headed to class the next day, made few acquaintances,attended the lectures, headed to work after. Your whole week pretty much went like that. On Saturday when you went to work you got to know from your manager that there are few events every weekend like dance-offs, busking, game nights and so on conducted in the evening hours. This weekend the cafe was hosting a game-night; Every weekend it would be someone’s responsibility to host an event and ensure it carries on smoothly.It was an extremely busy day and as evening came you could see a lot of people gathered up for the event. So many of them took part, it was so lively and nice.Once the event was over, you headed to your hostel feeling content and happy with your current life.

Almost a month went by, you had the same mundane routine. You hardly made any friends because of your busy schedule, you hardly spoke to your parents, you were never really that close and the closest you had to a sibling was Lisa with whom you occasionally spoke. You were starting to feel lonely, your utopia didn’t seem so perfect after all! Lisa advised you to sign up for clubs or classes outside college which meant more expenditure which you really couldn’t afford. Going back home wasn’t an option either.

Despite that you carried on with your life still hoping for better, hoping you would have someone to keep you company, because you did not know how long you could carry on like this. The only time you had fun was on weekends at work during the events. You had gotten excellent at hosting the busking event, usually you got students from your college to sign up to earn extra. People would usually donate a lot to the buskers, they would also participate for fun. This Saturday you were hosting the event once again, Sheri from the university was gonna sing tonight and she was a hit with the audience.

Tonight you had a request by someone named Taehyung who wanted to sing Lay Me Down by Sam Smith.  It is a very difficult song to attempt and you thought this stranger would ruin the mood set by Sheri.However was very insistent.You didn’t want to disappoint him so you added him in between Sheri’s lineup.

When his turn came you called him, “ Taehyung, you’re up next”.

He started singing, “ Yes I do, I believe…..” You were stunned, you had never heard such a beautiful, husky, deep voice in your life and when he reached the Chorus “ Can I lay by your side, next to you, you” you had goosebumps.

He was already very attractive, caramel coloured skin, brown hair complementing brown eyes, sharp eyebrows, coral lips but his voice made him seem immortal. The whole cafe was mesmerized by his angelic voice, you didn’t want him to stop. But to yours and everyone else’s disappointment, he had to leave. You noticed he was with a friend, Jimin, a guy you knew from class.You thought you would get his number from Jimin, so he could participate more often.

You were walking towards your hostel after wrapping up everything, you couldn’t get Taehyung’s voice out of your head, you wanted him to be a regular busker at the Cafe. You reached your hostel, took a warm shower and slid into bed. Tomorrow was Sunday, you get off two Sundays, so you could sleep longer. Your head was ringing with Taehyung’s voice and surprisingly it helped you sleep better. Usually you would drown in your loneliness, but today it was different.

You woke up fresh around 11 a.m. unlike other days where you would wake up with sore eyes from crying the previous night. You decided to text Jimin immediately.

“ Hey Jimin, this is Y/n from university, I work at the cafe your friend Taehyung sang at last night. Everyone loved his performance! Would like to know if he would want to participate more often.”

To which Jimin replied, “ Hey Y/n I am so surprised to receive a text from you, you hardly speak to anyone. Would you like to come and hang out at Papa’s Burgeria for lunch around 1:00? Taehyung will be there too! You can tell him yourself. He is very shy, so this would boost his confidence”.

You were so antisocial that you would have refused the invitation but there was something about Taehyung that made you want to go. After debating a lot with yourself ,you responded, “ Sure Jimin, Thank you for the invitation”.

This is the first time you were going out with someone from university, you were so nervous but also happy because you never had company in so long. You got dressed quickly and headed to the Burgeria .You saw Jimin already there with  group of people. You went and joined them and introduced yourself as Y/n and everyone responded with bubbly and welcoming greetings.His friends Irene, Joy, Taehyung and Yeonjun were kind and y’all casually spoke about how you all got in, what is your daily routine like and Jimin then mentioned that Taehyung would also be joining us at Uni. This was the first time everyone was meeting Taehyung.

Everyone asked Taehyung about his interests and he said “ I love photography and singing but I am very shy when it comes to singing for an audience”, to which Jimin added, “ Hey Tae, Y/n here says your performance last night at Cafe Max was amazing, everyone loved it. You should sing more often”.

“ In fact I think you should become a regular, the people loved you, I can arrange for you to sing regularly like I  have for Sheri, she is also from Uni,”  you further added.

Taehyung was so surprised, “ Really Y/n, Do you think I was so good?”

It was astonishing that Taehyung could doubt himself so much because when he sung it felt like honey was oozing out of his mouth.

You reassured him once more by saying, “ Your voice is nothing like I have heard before, I would love for you to sing at the Cafe regularly.”

Taehyung was so happy and excited with what you said, his reaction was almost like a puppy’s who had just been petted. He immediately agreed but he agreed to start slow, like two songs per evening instead of busking the whole night. After speaking for a bit more and exchanging numbers you all left. You had such a lovely afternoon after so long, you wish this could happen more often. You went back to your hostel and decided to tell Lisa. She would be so excited to know you made new friends.

Lisa was so enthusiastic to know that you were finally making friends and having fun, but Lisa thought you weren’t telling her the whole truth,” Y/n do you like this Taehyung guy, are you seeing him?”

Your face became so red,” No Lisa, why?”

“ Because you can not stop talking about him.” she giggled.

“ Aah, no Lisa I just met him today…”

“ Okay Y/n, if you say so….” and there was a long pause.

You wrapped up your conversation with Lisa and proceeded to carry out your tasks so you would be prepared for Uni.

All evening you could think only about Taehyung,failing miserably at your work.His caramel coloured skin, his dewy coral lips, his deep voice, Maybe just maybe you had a crush on him, but you quickly dismissed the thought.

Next Morning, you woke up feeling refreshed, attended classes and then went and spoke to your manager about Taehyung. He was more than willing to make changes, he also trusted you because you organised the event so well.

You carried on with your usual routine which now included meeting Jimin and his friends once a week at least.Busking happened every alternate Saturday so you used to meet Taehyung more often. His favorite singers were John Legend and Maroon 5,whose songs he sang more often. You recorded all of his performances because his was better than the original version to you and his voice helped you sleep better.

He would usually walk you to your hostel after work and sometimes you both used to hang around in the park opposite your hostel.

You really appreciated his company; conversations with Taehyung or Tae, is what you call him now, could go from very deep like “ Why is Y/n feeling sad today?” or  to something random  and light- hearted like “ Y/n I think there are Rabbits on the moon”.

Tae was very pure, his boxy smile, his childlike innocence, his offbeat solutions to problems were some of the things you loved about him.

Sometimes you thought that you like him more than a friend but you could never gather up the courage to tell him. You had also come to know that Tae was a very private person so you could never tell what was on his mind unless he chose to tell you.

On one of the nights when Tae was walking you he said nervously, “ Y/n i have something very personal to discuss with you”

You knew Tae was acting very distant lately and you were hoping he doesn’t tell you anything that would hurt you, maybe he had a girlfriend, maybe she was uncomfortable with Tae hanging around with you, all these thoughts were running in your head, but you had to listen to him because he was not someone to discuss personal matters so easily.

You asked him to spill the beans.

“ Y/n would you meet me tomorrow for dinner?’

“Ahh Tae, we usually do every Sunday, all of us, Jimin, Yeonjun, you, Irene, Joy and Me, Is this what you wanted to discuss?,”you really didn’t understand why was this so personal to him.

“No y/n”, he said nervously, “ Just you and me.”

“Tae, are you asking me out on a date?,” you weren’t really sure if this is what he meant.

“Yes y/n, I think i like you more than a friend should.” he played with his hair, which was a habit when he was nervous.

Your heart started pounding so loudly, you felt like the entire neighborhood could hear it.” Now is the time y/n, tell him how you feel,” you thought to yourself.

“Tae, I would love to go anywhere with you, I like you a lot too ,”  you blushed.

Tae was so delighted that you felt the same way!  

“Y/n let’s meet tomorrow at 7 pm, I have something planned for you”. Tae was almost going to tell you out of excitement where he was taking you, but he wanted it to be a surprise.

All he said was ,”Dress warmly Y/n,” after which he fled like he had just asked you to be his accomplice for a crime he was gonna commit.

The whole day went in deciding what to wear, Tae didn’t even tell you where you were going, he just asked you to dress warm. You took Lisa’s help and decided to wear a Purple pullover with black denims, since purple was his favorite color.

Tae was there at 7 pm sharp, wearing a yellow pullover with teal pants and a waistcoat, he looked very handsome.He blindfolded you and took you to the venue, the table started raising up and you immediately knew he had arranged for Dinner in the Sky. He removed your blindfold and you found yourself amidst stars, Taehyung being one himself. He knew you so well, he knew exactly what you would like.

Tae had  even prepared a song for you, “ Some people want diamond rings, Some just want everything, But everything means nothing,If I ain't got you.”

He ended the song by saying “ I purple you Y/n”, which had a meaning deeper than I love you,

“ Purple is the color of love, It means I’ll trust and love you for a long time”.

This was the first time Taehyung was so direct about his feelings, It put a huge smile on your face,“ I purple you too”, you couldn’t help but grin.

You could really not ask for anything else. This was one of the best nights of your life and there were many more  magical nights to come in your Utopia.

A/N: Hey this is Firefly, I really hope you all enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it. Would really appreciate feedback.

Your Scent 3

Summary: Nothing could have prepared you for the shit storm that was your junior year of college. Discovering you were an omega was only the first discovery in a long line of complicated ones. Thank goodness Min Yoongi was there to help.A story about college and discovering what you like and don’t like in both romantic relationships and friendships.

Abo Au - University AU

Pairing: Main-Min Yoongi/Reader ; OT7/Reader

Chapter words: 5128

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Heats and Ruts

 Heats happen monthly for omegas and betas. There are quarter heats, half heats, and full heats. Quarter heats happen every other month and are generally last for only 12-24 hours. Half heats happen four times a year and last for about 2-3 days. Full heats also happen four times a year and can last anywhere from 4-7days. The intensity of all heats varies from person to person. The general cycle of heats is full heat-quarter heat-half heat-quarter heat, then this cycle repeats. Most choose to spend these heats with a partner because having someone else there helps with the intensity.

 Ruts work the same way except alpha males (and some high dominance Beta males) experience knotting. I think everyone knows what that is a bulge forming toward the base of the penis that locks inside a female to ensure fertilization. Alpha females experience clotting which is a burst of fertile liquid during this time and the only time that a female can get another female pregnant.

 If you have any questions please ask!

 Warnings: Voyeurism, thigh riding, sex, and just a lot of kinky stuff

OO00OO 

You stared curiously at your first assignment for your music composition class. Honestly it had been about two weeks into the semester and you were seriously doubting your capability to comprehend the course. Music was hard enough to read, but the fact that you had been matching Korean characters to the music had made it even more difficult. However, to your surprise you had managed to receive full marks and a nice work message at the top of your assignment from your professor.

 The girl next to you who had sneered openly at you as she glanced at your higher grade. After sitting next to her and her friend for the past week you had discovered the girl was actually a music composition major. She didn’t seem to take to kindly to the outsiders present in the class. She especially seemed to hate you, but it was easy to ignore her if you tried.

 You gathered your stuff as you made your way out of the classroom. You were meeting Jimin for lunch. Normally, you ate lunch with Mark and Jackson, but Jimin had been bugging you to go get lunch with him. He had complained that his dance major friends were starting to believe he was making you up. That’s also why you had to meet him in the dance studio.

 Thankfully, because you had just gone to a music composition class you didn’t have to travel very far in order to meet him because all the fine arts buildings were in the same general area.

 It took you a few minutes to walk to the building and once you got there you were surprised at how large the building was. The music department was much smaller. You knew that the most popular fine arts major at your university was theater and the second was dance. You just thought that they weren’t really popular, but you guessed you had been wrong.

 The halls had a few students loitering around and the practice studios all seemed to have people in them. You checked your text from Jimin seeing that you needed to find studio 4B.

 “<em>Can I help you?</em>” The voice was slightly unsure, but the English was clear.

 You turned to see a tall and muscular alpha. He had dark chocolate hair and could have easily been mistaken for being older if the roundness of his big eyes didn’t give him a rather youthful appearance. You were relatively positive he was younger than you.

 “Hello, I’m looking for studio 4B. I came to get lunch with a friend,” you said.

 The boy’s face broke out into a satisfied smile at you speaking Korean.

 “Oh! I can help you find it,” he chirped. “I’m Jeon Jungkook by the way. Alpha…” He had hesitated to clarify his sub-gender and you weren’t going to question it. Honestly, you still weren’t too aware of Korean greeting customs. It seemed to change every time you met someone new.

 “(l/n) (y/n), Omega,” you said. “It’s nice to meet you Jungkook.”

 He beamed at your response.

 “Wait are you looking for Jimin?” he asked.

 “Yeah, I am,” you said.

 “Really? We all thought that he was making you up.” Jungkook let out a laugh before stopping and opening a door. “After you.”

 Music was playing and you watched as Jimin and his partner seemed to effortlessly glide across the floor. Jungkook quietly shut the door behind the two of you as you watched them dance until the end of the song.

 “I think that was good enough for now,” the other guy said to Jimin.

 “Yeah, I’ve got lunch plans,” Jimin said. “I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

 “Yeah, sounds good.”

 “Jimin, (y/n) is here!” Jungkook called. Jimin turned and glared at Jungkook.

 “That’s Jimin-hyung and (y/n)-noona to you,” he grumbled. “Ignore this brat.”

 “It’s fine, he helped me find you. Do you need to shower and cool down before we go eat?” you asked.

 “Nah, I have a rehearsal later today again. I just need to make sure to drink water at lunch,” Jimin said. He pulled a sweatshirt on and grabbed his shoes before walking over to you.

 “You’re going out to eat? Can I come with you?” Jungkook asked.

 “No,” Jimin growled. He sat down and began to put on his shoes. “Why are you even here? You’re not even a dance major.”

 “I still have club activities that revolve around dance,” Jungkook said, rolling his eyes. “Why can’t I come?”

 “Because I said so,” Jimin said. “We’re having some omega talk time.”

 “The two of you live together can’t you do that later?” he asked.

 You watched as the two of them went back and forth like siblings until Jungkook just huffed at Jimin and agreed to let the two of you go.

 “You both seem close,” you said as the two of you began to walk to the cafeteria.

 “We grew up in the same area and he’s always been a brat,” Jimin grumbled.

 “He seems like a good kid though.” Jimin let out a huff of a laugh at that.

 “You know Jungkook was totally trying to get into your pants, right?” Jimin asked.

 “No, I didn’t realize,” you said. “He just seemed like he wanted to help me.”

 “He might have, but he also wanted to fuck you into the mattress. Don’t let the cute face fool you he is an absolute beast in bed. Don’t even get me started.”

 “Speaking from experience I take it?” You gave him a smile and Jimin rolled his eyes.

 “Before he knew he was hot shit I was his heat partner because he was too afraid to mess it up with anyone else. Kid is incredibly high on the dominance spectrum. The two of you might be a good match actually, seeing as you’re so low on it.”

 “Hey I don’t know for sure if I’m low on it or not,” you protested. Jimin shot you a look.

 “You know… Jin is hosting another party tomorrow,” Jimin said. He paused for a minute. “If you want to come I’m sure it’s ok. Last time you couldn’t go because you had plans with Mark and Jackson because Saturdays are your movie nights. Tomorrow is Friday, so you don’t have any obligations right.”

 “Yeah, no obligations but… Oh gosh how do I say this,” you trailed off. “You’re the first Korean guy I’ve ever actually been with in any sense.”

 “Wait haven’t you lived here for like two years?” Jimin asked surprised.

 “Yeah, but I’m sorry Koreans have a tendency to not take foreigners all that seriously and like I said before, I was never really looking.”

 “Ah the whole ride the foreign horse thing.” Jimin nodded his head at that. “I don’t think you have to worry about that with this group of people though if I’m being honest. Everyone is pretty chill and pretty open about relationships and what not. I mean they would have to be because the Jin and Namjoon searching for a third mate isn’t exactly normal by Korean standards. A couple people there have also dated foreigners seriously before. I’d beat them up if they played you.”

 “Thanks, Jimin,” you said. “Can you describe what I would have to do at this party?”

 “Well, the game varies from party to party.” Jimin paused for a moment. “We do all strip down to our underwear though, so you might want to wear something nice. You also have to be ok with being watched…”

 “Like how much are people watching?”

 “Well, nothing goes beyond the realms of foreplay,” Jimin said. “So, no oral or actual sex. However, people do sometimes get off on other actions. Sometimes people are fingered until they climax. Honestly, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t masturbated while watching others. It kind of just goes where it goes. Sometimes people pair off for the night and other times they just go home. It just depends on the night.”

 You thought a bit about it.

 “Yoongi will be there.” Jimin smirked at you and you just scoff.

 “I was going to say yes before you said he was going to be there.”

 “Sure, you were cupcake. Sure, you were.”

 OO00OO

 “Namjoon, stop what you’re doing!”

 Jin burst into the room, causing Namjoon to fall off the stool he had been sitting on. Yoongi just let out a sigh. This had happened way more often than it should have.

 “I can’t,” Namjoon said, getting off the ground. “We need to finish this this assignment before the party tonight. You know when I signed up to be in grad school, I never imagined that the music program would have harsher deadlines than he Biology program.”

 “Jin I think you managed to bond with an idiot,” Yoongi said.

 “I think his issue is that he’s too smart actually,” Jin muttered. “Anyway, (y/n) is coming to the party. Jimin just texted me. You need to get ready to meet her!”

 “You realize the party is a good four hours away right?” Namjoon said. “I don’t think—”

 “I have to get cooking and you have to get ready!”

 Jin suddenly left the room, leaving Yoongi and Namjoon to stare at each other.

 “He’s pretty serious about this one,” Namjoon said.

 “I can tell,” Yoongi replied.

 “You like her, don’t you?” Namjoon said. Yoongi raised a brow at him. “You were able to identify her by a description and not a name, so I just kind of knew.”

 “I wouldn’t say I like her, but I’ll admit that I’m aware that she exists,” Yoongi responded. Namjoon hummed in response.

 “Knowing that she exists is kind of a big deal when it’s you. You’re a high dominance alpha who doesn’t take on heat partners. It means something when you are aware that someone exists.”

 “I guess so… Jin is so excited though that I would feel a little bad,” Yoongi said.

 “Jin and I will always have each other, so he would get over it. Trust me on this. We are looking, but if she’s not interested in us then we move on. Polyamory isn’t for everyone.”

 “I don’t think the girl is really very sure what she likes, so I wouldn’t count yourself out yet.”

 “So you wouldn’t feel angry if Jin and I approached her tonight?”

 Yoongi paused for a moment. He actually didn’t have an answer to that. He felt protective and somewhat possessive of you for almost no reason. Well, he did have a reason, but he wasn’t sure if it was good enough. He had seen you at one of your most vulnerable moments and you had trusted him to help you. He did so successfully and it was something he had been taking pride in.

 “You took a long time so you would at least be slightly annoyed,” Namjoon stated. He let out a sigh. “I think you should go for it hyung. She seems like a great girl.”

 “Jin would be so pissed at you right now,” Yoongi replied. “Maybe I will, if she’s interested. It’s been a while honestly.”

 “How long?”

 “Six months.”

“I swear I can barely go six hours.”

 “Not everyone is a perv like you and I really didn’t want to know that.”

 “I wasn’t like that before I met Jin though. When we met it was like we just clicked physically and mentally. When I see him I just can’t help, but want to wrap my arms around him and kiss him. Oh and scent and mark him. We were just meant for each other.”

 “You are disgustingly cheesy.”

 “NAMJOON! Get your ass ready!” Jin yelled from the other room.

 Namjoon let out a sigh and shot Yoongi an apologetic smile.

 It looked like Yoongi was going to be on his own for this project.

 OO00OO

 Jin and Namjoon’s apartment was really nice for being in the middle of Seoul. It wasn’t penthouse big, but it was definitely bigger than the normal apartments in Seoul. You guessed that it had something to do with the fact that Jin seemed to own a mildly successful restaurant and you thought Jimin had mentioned something about Namjoon living off research grants and commissioned songs.

 “You can just go ahead and make yourself at home for a bit (y/n),” Jin said. “We’re still waiting on a few people and there are some snacks in the living room.”

 Jimin motioned for you to follow him into the living room. In the living room were people just standing around in their underwear. You were slightly surprised. Jimin had warned you about it, but you didn’t think people would be almost naked right from the start.

 “Do you want to leave?” Jimin asked. “It’s okay if you want to.”

 “No, I just didn’t expect to have to take my clothes off so soon. I’m still up for it. Where should I do it?”

 “You can just peel them off right here.”

 As you took your clothes off it was hard for you not to compare yourself to the other females in the room. With such short notice and a small budget for the month, you didn’t really have the chance to go buy lingerie or anything. Most of the girls were wearing bold colors with lacy details. You had decided to wear a blain white bra and matching lace panties, but they were noticeably less extravagant. You almost wanted to slip your clothes back on to see if you could get away with it.

 “Noona! Jimin!” a voice called out. Approaching you with a bright smile on his face was Jungkook. A Jungkook that was dressed in black boxers. He was shirtless and for a kid the boy was well sculpted. It was also the first time you noticed the rich scent of chocolate that seemed radiate from him.

 “That’s hyung to you,” Jimin growled.

 “Whatever. I’m so happy you could make it tonight,” he said, looking at you.

 “Yeah, I’m happy to be here…”

 You looked around and realized that you didn’t really know a lot of people in the room. You looked at four girls who were all laughing and eating snacks that Jin had probably made. You wished Dahyun and Mina had come with you.

 Into the room walked Min Yoongi and another smiling male. You wish you could stop yourself from staring, but you couldn’t. There was just something about him in his plain blue boxers that attracted your eyes.

 “Okay, now that everyone is here we’re going to start,” Jin said, coming into the room. “Namjoon! Get in here!”

 A tall alpha male walked into the room. He was in black briefs and had well styled hair. There was an easy-going vibe about him.

 “Okay let’s all sit down and get this party started,” Jin said. “So tonight’s game is rather simple. We’re just playing draw a task and a name and going around in a circle. Everyone will write their names down and an activity. Once it’s your turn you just draw an activity and a name and complete it. As always you can back out at any time if you feel uncomfortable. Yes Hwasa.”

 “Can we do a quick introduction of people here?” you saw her glance at you.

 “Sure. I’m Jin omega and that’s Namjoon alpha.” He pointed to the alpha who had sat next to him. So that was Jin’s mate and oddly enough they seemed to suit each other.

 “Taehyung,” the smiley guy who had come in with Yoongi said. “Beta.”

 “Yoongi, Alpha.” His voice sounded, so relaxed that it made you more nervous.

 “Moonbyul, beta.” A girl with dark hair with a purple tint

 “Wheein, beta.”

 “Jimin Omega.”

 “(y/n) omega…” You could curse yourself for your voice no longer sounding very confident.

 “Solar omega,” said the girl next to you. She sent you a welcoming smile and you almost sighed in relief.

 “Hwasa alpha.”

“Yugyeom alpha,” a boy said. He looked vaguely familiar, but you couldn’t remember where you had seen him.

 “Jungkook, alpha.” Jungkook was eagerly grinning, like he couldn’t wait to get started.

 “BamBam omega.” The boy was young and you knew instantly from looking at him that he was another foreigner. You breathed a sigh of relief that you weren’t the only one.

 “Okay now I’m going to pass out the paper and you can all go ahead and write down everything. Keep in mind I only have whip cream left because Taehyung literally drank all the chocolate syrup the last time he was over.”

 “Hey I was thirsty!” Taehyung protested.

 Everyone laughed a bit, but drinking chocolate syrup didn’t sound very good to you.

 “So I’m going to let Jungkook start because he was whining about it earlier. We’ll just go around in a circle.”

 Jungkook eagerly dug into both bowls, pulling out a name and an action.

 “Lick whip cream from (y/n)’s underwear to her neck,” he said. His eyes were gleaming with excitement, but you barely noticed.

 The only thing you were thinking about was of course it would be you. Of course, you had to go first. Why on earth would the universe give you a break?

 “Here (y/n),” Jin said, drawing your attention. He put out his hand and you took it.

 Jin led you to the center of the circle and helped you lay down. You noticed the can of whip cream in his hand and stared nervously at it.

 “Just relax and let us know if you need to stop,” Jin instructed. He shook the can and shook it before placing right above the line of your underwear. He squirted a bit of it and you flinched from the cool feeling of the cream against your skin. “You okay baby?”

 You shivered a bit from the sudden nicknamed and glanced at Jin’s eyes. They were noticeably darker than you remembered and he looked as if he was ready to devour you whole if you would let him. There was something incredibly arousing about it. He trailed the stream of cream up your stomach and between your breasts to the right side of your neck, ending it there.

 “Hyung, I want to start,” Jungkook said.

 Jin smiled at you before pulling away.

 “She’s all yours Jungkookie.”

 The nickname was cute, but when you looked at Jungkook all traces of the cute boy were gone and replaced by an attractive man. His round eyes narrowed as he was drinking in the sight of your body laid out before him. He smirked at you.

 “Excuse me, noona,” Jungkook said, before his hands grasped your thighs and parted them. He positioned himself, so that he was laying on his stomach right in front of your parted legs, never once breaking eye contact.

 You felt anticipation curl in your stomach as one of his hands stroked your thighs. His hands were powerful and you could feel a buzzing sensation in your mind as the scent of chocolate got stronger. Oh, he was definitely high on the dominance spectrum, the way he was looking at you was enough to make you want to arch your back in desperation and push closer to him.

 The two of you kept eye contact as his tongue slowly came out and licked the first bit of cream off your body. A whimper escaped you as his lips placed a tiny kiss on the same place.

 You took a chance to glance around the room and saw that everyone’s eyes were intently watching the two of you. You sent Jimin a quick scowl at the shit eating grin on his face. His look telling you a silent told-you-so.

 You let out a surprised moan when Jungkook dug his fingers into the side of your thighs, a warning to pay attention to him. As he began to lick the cream up, kissing his way to the center of your stomach, you found yourself biting your lip to keep the little noises you were making in. God, did it feel good though.

 When he moved again he adjusted his position over you and you felt him press into your body. It made you happy that you clearly weren’t the only one enjoying this because there was no doubt in your mind what was pressing against you at the moment.

 Jungkook didn’t give you time to ponder though as he licked his way up to the center of your breasts, hands naturally coming up to knead them before making his way slowly to your neck. When he got there, he continued to kiss at it and the sensitivity had you digging your fingers into the ground as you tilted your head to the side to offer more of your neck to him.

 “I think he’s got all the cream of you now (y/n).” You opened your eyes to see Jimin with the same shit eating glare on his face and you glared at him for deciding now was the time for him to talk.

 Jungkook moved off you, glancing at you one more time before licking his lips at you. You moved to your seat next to Jimin, who just nudged you with his arm. You rolled your eyes.

 You were completely oblivious to the hungry stare some of the others in the room were giving you. Especially, one Min Yoongi. Oh, he had definitely enjoyed the sight of you mewling out your pleasure, he just didn’t like that it was Jungkook causing all of it. He had to dig his nails into the skin of his hands to stop himself from interfering. He was also fully aware of the knowing looks that Namjoon had been shooting him throughout the whole thing.

 You watched as the next few people took their turns. You were starting to notice that some people in the circle were touching themselves or someone else. You were tempted to, but you were just so entranced by the other’s actions in front of you that you would momentarily forget.

 “Choose two people to make out for thirty seconds,” Namjoon said. “Well, the name I drew was Jin. So Jin and…” He trailed off and you made the mistake of making eye contact with him. “(y/n). I’ll start the timer when the two of you start.”

 Jin was grinning as he made his way to the circle and you did as well.

 “Try not to faint,” he said, confidently.

 “Same to you,” you replied back, giving him a small smile.

 There was a playful gleam in his eyes and then Jin was kissing you. He started out with a feather light touch of his soft lips to yours before pressing more firmly, moving his lips slightly. His hand came to the back of your neck guiding you to tilt your head as he bit softly on your lower lip.

 With a gasp, you parted your lips and Jin’s tongue skillfully invaded your mouth. You felt yourself melt into the kiss as the other took complete control, mapping out your mouth as he saw fit. You tried to keep up, but were finding it hard with the sheer force the other was using. You brought your hands to his broad shoulders and gripped onto the bare skin as Jin began to completely over power you making your head tilt back as he continued.

 “Seokjin times up,” Namjoon’s deep voice said, stirring the both of you for a moment.

 Jin growled a little bit, but he pulled away from you. The two of you returned to your seats and this time there was a deep arousal curled in your gut.

 If you thought about it that was the first real kiss you had shared with anyone and you were oh so willing to repeat the action again with someone. You looked at Jimin.

 “Screw Jackson and Mark, you’re my new best friend,” you said. Jimin grinned at you.

 “Glad you’re enjoying yourself,” he said. “However, I am dying for some action.”

 “Get someone off with your hands or have someone get you off with their hands,” Taehyung read. He shot Jimin a grin. “I pulled your name Jiminnie. Why don’t we put your stubby little fingers to work?”

 Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as the two of them moved to the center of the circle.

 “Shut the fuck up you idiot,” Jimin said.

 Without hesitation Jimin straddled Taehyung and his hand instantly going to draw circles on Taehyung’s already apparent bulge.

 Mid way through Jimin had taken Taehyung’s length out of his boxer briefs and was stroking it. You had never seen a real penis before and found yourself captivated at the sight of Jimin’s hands stroking up and down the slicked length.

 You could feel yourself getting wetter and you tried to resist the urge to touch yourself. Taehyung certainly wasn’t helping you with the pornstar moans he was letting out. The guy was incredibly vocal about everything, letting Jimin know when something felt good or telling him faster.

 “Jimin, I’m coming,” Taehyung gasped out.

 Your eyes were transfixed on Taehyung as his hips jutted into Jimin’s hands as he came in hot white spurts, moaning and groaning the entire time. One look at his blissed-out face and you were suddenly jealous that Taehyung had gotten off.

 When Jimin came back he glanced at you and smirked.

 “That turn you on?” he asked teasingly.

 “Obviously,” you scoffed. Jimin just smirked.

 “Do you need a helping hand?”

 “Depending on what happens next, yes.”

 Jimin just chuckled at you and moved his hand to your thigh as if getting ready to help you if you needed it. He had picked up on that you felt a little awkward getting yourself off and he was more than willing to help if you returned the favor.

 OO00OO

 Of course, he would. Of course, Yoongi would draw the one card everyone else and himself wanted. It was just topped off by the fact that he had drawn the card that allowed him to choose the person he got to do the task with.

 “Get someone off on your thigh, your choice of person,” Yoongi said.

 His eyes were scoping out the rest of the people. He could see that some were completely uninterested, but there were a few who were looking at him with hunger. He glanced at you to see Jimin’s hand on your thigh and eyes filled with something he would describe as a cross between hopefulness and desire.

 Oh, how he wanted to give you what you were hoping on. By the slight glimmer of sweat and the smell of peppermint he could pick out from the mixing scents he knew you were beyond aroused.

 “Jin get me a chair,” Yoongi stated.

 The older male did as asked and brought a chair from the kitchen giving Yoongi a knowing smirk. Jin knew that Yoongi had gotten serious.

 Yoongi sat down in the chair and glanced around the circle one more time. He decided that he really shouldn’t fight fate on this one.

 “(y/n), come here,” he said.

 He watched as you got up and gave Jimin a nervous glance. The other had an encouraging smile on his face, urging you to step forward.

 “Is this okay with you?” Yoongi asked quietly. “If it’s not I can ask someone else to do it.”

 “It’s okay, but I don’t really know what to do,” you said. Your eyes suddenly looking at the ground like it was the most interesting thing on earth.

 “That’s okay,” Yoongi said.

 He brought his hand and gently intertwined it with yours. He tugged it gently and you followed without resistance. He guided you so that you had one leg on either side of his right thigh. His hand left yours and he moved both of his hand to be on your hips. He felt your body tense at the action.

 “Let me know if you need to stop,” Yoongi instructed.

 You let out a huff of a laugh before placing more of your weight onto him, causing his grip to tighten on your hips. Anticipation was curling in your gut as his hands began to guide you to move on his leg.

 Admittedly riding a guy’s thigh had sounded like it wouldn’t have felt that good, but it was the way that Yoongi guided you that had you instantly letting out a whimper. He had made you angle your hips, so that your clit had rubbed right against his thigh muscle.

 His pace was slow and soft at first, but soon he was forcing you onto his thigh harder and speeding up your hips.

 “Move with me,” he purred. The scent of fresh pine filled your senses and you moaned in response.

 You felt the need to instantly do as he said. Your hips now hesitantly trying to follow the motions of his hands.

 “That’s a good girl,” he praised. You let out a moan at that. Those words egging you on to try harder. To grind against his thigh harder.

 You bit your lip to hold back the sounds you were making every time your center dragged back dragged back and forth against his thigh.

 “Is it good?” he asked. You nodded your head, moving it to rest on his shoulder. “Use your words. Is it good?”

 “Yes,” you gasped out. You felt him give a squeeze to your hips in reassurance.

 Yoongi moved his boxers up his leg, so now your center was only coming into contact with his bare skin. He clenched and unclenched his muscles letting you experience the extra rubbing sensation.

 You opened your eyes and saw that Jin now had a hand solidly wrapped around Namjoon’s cock as Namjoon watched the two of you. You let out a moan at the sight.

 You felt more than heard Yoongi chuckle at that.

��“Focus on us, not anyone else.” Yoongi placed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, so close to your scent gland, but not nearly close enough to provide you any relief. “Do you want to come?”

 “Yes,” you rasped out. At the moment, you couldn’t even recognize your own voice.

 “Don’t hold anything back from me. I want to hear every sound you make.”

 You didn’t have any time to reply. Yoongi began to bounce his thigh and roughly drag you against him.

 “You’re soaking my thigh.”

 You responded to him with a moan and closing your eyes as your hands moved to grip tightly on his back. He was absolutely right you had soaked through your underwear which only helped move you faster on his thigh. He was so good at this your clit managing to be caught in every motion that you couldn’t take it anymore.

 Yoongi said something else, but you were far too gone to understand Korean at this point in time. You buried your face into his neck inhaling his scent and then you let go.

 Your body shivered as an incredible shuddered wracked your whole body and your juices spilled onto Yoongi’s thigh more. You were breathing heavily as Yoongi kept moving your hips, so that you could ride out your high.

 As he slowed down he planted light kisses on your neck and shoulder. He placed a careful one on your jaw before pulling away.

 “Are you okay?”

 “Never better,” you responded. You were still breathing hard at his actions and not quite ready to let go of him. He seemed to sense that and waited for you to catch your breath.

 “Not to be the party pooper or anything,” Hwasa started. “But the girls and I are going to head out.”

 “Yeah it is about time we wrapped this party up,” Jin agreed.

 You forced yourself to stand at their words and went back over to Jimin who was now grinning at you.

 “Ready to admit I’m always right?” he asked.

 “Shut it.”

 Jimin was probably right about you having a thing for Min Yoongi, but you weren’t ready to admit that to him yet.

 You and Yoongi both went home without partners that night, but with a silent vow that wouldn’t be the case next time. 

Jikook: Appeal to Logic

Title: Appeal to Logic

Summary: /Jikook/ Two-shot/ Canon/ Where Jimin tries to convince Yoongi why he was positive Jungkook likes him and Yoongi asks him, “What would you do with that information?”

Indeed, Jimin wonders what the point was to all this.

Notes: I wanted to post on Valentine’s but I guess my calendar is ten days late hhhhh Anyway, I lurk a lot in Jikook tags (like I’m here everyday) and I’ve read long discourses regarding the legitimacy of their relationship. I thought it’d be interesting if one of them begins to share his proofs too and joins the hot pot of convo his own way. TLDR; enter this fic lol I promise it won’t be 20 chapters this time. 

Chapter 1 under cut or you can read at Ao3

Chapter 1: Points Were Made

It was an on and off thing.

Like a passion project that you know you just would figure how to complete someday but needed time because life would get in the way.

Today though marked the moment Park Jimin was ready to lay out his cards and tell someone that definitely… maybe… with a little more sprinkle of confidence that --

“Hyung, I think Jungkook likes me.”

There was silence in Min Yoongi’s room when the statement was pronounced. It made Jimin squirm on his seat as he tried to understand the non-committal stare directed at him, right behind the bond paper that held Jimin’s scribbled notes for lyrics.

Ah, that was right.

His initial purpose was to hear Yoongi’s feedback on a thing he'd been working on. Somewhere along the way, his thoughts drifted to another which inevitably led to his bold declaration of Jungkook’s far from familial, alleged infatuation for him.

Yoongi reached out to his left where his mug of coffee sat.

“I don't know what you want me to say. Of course, Jungkook likes you.”

Jimin frowned, wrapping his head around how he should explain himself. “No, hyung. I mean Jungkook likes me.”

Yoongi’s mouth was slightly gaped and his eyes were blank. His hyung looked lost while he attempted to blink his confusion away.

Well, his observations go way way back, two years worth of evidence. Right in the hallway of their home, an evening in October.

“Jungkook treats me differently,” he told Yoongi, legs crossed and under him as he put up a finger and discussed his first point.

It wasn't as if it was only him who questioned it. Jungkook only gave Jimin a birthday present in the span of the past years, no one else and that got to mean something.

They were all tired from shoot that most of them were tempted not to shower. Hoseok was pushing him around and urging him to a quick bath before lying on his bed because that was what Hoseok was. He liked things clean and perfect and that same rule applied for his roommate. But then Jeon Jungkook, his beloved dongsaeng, appeared out of nowhere and blocked him from his merry way to the bathroom. A little awkwardly might he add because he stood there, hand fiddling with his fringes and eyes searching the floor in trepidation. At that point, both Jimin and Hoseok unlatched themselves from each other's grip to attend to the youngest who seemed to need some attention.

To his surprise, and perhaps his hyung’s too, Jungkook held out his hand and shoved Jimin a paper bag. Hoseok curiously peeked from his shoulder as Jimin tried to open it while muttering, “What's this?”

Jungkook answered with a shrug and he waited. He waited there and watched Jimin opened his present.

It wasn't even anything grand. In this stage of their career, they were just beginning to gain traction from their first win and as Namjoon had put it, at breakeven, to finally enjoy the fruits of their hard labor. Knowing how their earnings were distributed based on performance and royalty fees, Jimin was pretty sure Jungkook received the same profit he did. To be honest, it wasn't exactly much. The only difference was that Jimin was prone to lavish it on people while Jungkook would save it for practical and grander things.

The practical, grander things in Jungkook’s head was Jimin. Bought him a sweatshirt which costed around 44,000 krw. Jimin researched the price because he was curious how much the maknae was willing to spend on him.

No greeting cards. Not a high end brand. Just plain white paper bag from the department store where he bought his first gift for a Bangtan member.

Needless to say, Jimin was ecstatic and made sure to rub it on everyone's face.

“Jimin-ah,” Yoongi tried to interrupt him but he shushed the older with an afterthought.

“It wasn't the gift that's strange. Jungkook's face was really weird when I thanked him.”

Jimin knew Jungkook well enough to know when he was happy. Whatever gratefulness he saw on Jimin’s face translated on how satisfied Jungkook was on what he did. There was a sense of pride and innocent glee in Jungkook’s eyes similar to the way they would twinkle when he was offered cheesecake or lamb skewers. It was odd how he was comparing himself to food but Yoongi would probably understand the reference. He would bring Jungkook to lamb skewers so often that the maknae even vowed to stay with him forever if he would agree to become business partners.

That was beside the point.

Back then, Jimin thought he was onto something but the idea didn't linger because it was indeed a special occasion. Jungkook was a good dongsaeng and treated his hyung well even outside their birthdays so, on a second thought, it wasn't really much of an evidence.

The hand that held Jimin’s lyrics now dangled limply over the office chair’s armrest.

“Jimin-ah, just get to the point.”

Jimin pursed his lips. As far as he was concerned, he was straightforward from the get-go. He thought Jungkook likes him and he stated the fact right on, now presenting his evidence.

“Number two,” he said after lifting another finger. Perhaps Yoongi wanted him to speed things up and he should. He certainly didn't have all day with their comeback looming around the corner. “Jungkook thinks I'm beautiful.”

Yoongi’s confusion had more color to it this time. Beyond his blinking eyes that questioned where this conversation was headed, his brows met when he spoke, “Should this really be coming out of your own mouth?”

“It didn't come from me. Jungkook told me,” he replied, voice defensive.

“Jungkook thinks you're cute. But so do I. Might as well tell me that all members like you.”

“No,” Jimin answered, tucking his arm in and across his chest. His eyes narrowed, teeth worrying his lips, trying to recall the exact moment that prompted him to ask the youngest. “Ah, that's right,” he muttered when the epiphany came. He searched his pockets for his phone and scrolled through countless and countless of albums of selcas and videos of him with Bangtan.

It was somewhere in there.

“Hyung… this,” he finally said after almost five minutes of sifting through his files.

Yoongi’s back was facing him after he stopped talking to look for his proof. He really should've prepared it beforehand. Now his hyung seemed to have completely lost his interest. He was typically patient to listen, but Jimin interrupted him when he was in the midst of editing a melody submission.

Though Yoongi said it was fine. Jimin would be his breath of fresh air because the team would so rarely go out during crucial period right before their comeback. He knew better not to push the limit but it was tempting and he needed someone to listen to him.

He pulled the bean bag next to his hyung’s leg, lifted his phone so that Yoongi would be able to see what he was referencing to.

His hair was pink, the clip a mere six- seconder. He was staring at the camera, trying to appeal to ARMY. He needed it. There was this greedy part of him that wanted to know how they would react to his flirting. Tell people, ‘Hey, Jimin is right here and this is how he looks right now. His hair changed.’ That kind of drill right before their comeback and their response would in a way boost his confidence. A conscious tactic to keep his fans interested in him perhaps?

“What do you think?”

Yoongi made a face and pulled back to a cringe as he'd expected. Highly likely, he would've done the same thing if any other member showed him a video of themselves. So he merely nodded in agreement. Bangtan wasn't the audience for this video. ARMY was.

“Do you know how Jungkookie reacted when I showed this to him?”

Yoongi sighed. “Would I want to know?”

“He replayed it, hyung,” he said as a matter-of-factly. “He told me I should post it because our fans would love it. Which I did, if you remember.”

“I don't,” Yoongi admitted and turned his chair so that he was facing Jimin, a leg over the other while he waited for him to continue.

“I posted it on Twitter and do you know who posted afterwards?”

“Jungkook?”

It wasn't a wild guess.

“Yeah,” Jimin confirmed the obvious. “After 10 minutes, he posted something and you know what it said?”

No response.

“He posted a song.”

The title was right on the hashtag #ILYSB by Lany.

When it came to music that wasn't in their own language, Jimin would seldom take efforts to find translation. So long as he understood bits and pieces of what little English he knew, he could work around it. Namjoon said to be careful of listening to artists that might cause uproar by association, so he would still have to check it out if he'd want to share it with the fans. But for as much as he believed that lyricism was a key ingredient to any good music, Jimin preferred to feel rather than completely understand and analyze. That job was for their leader.

However, he decided that he wanted to fathom the youngest’s thoughts that night.

The noob part of him thought the title was some secret internet code popular in the west so he searched naver only to be greeted by a simple yet telling I love you so bad. His mouth formed an ‘oh’ when he realized that it might've been an intense confession. It invariably piqued his curious mind so that later he would be listening on loop to… and you need to know that I'm hella obsessed with your face.

“You're reading into it too much,” Yoongi told him with a shake of his head as he reached again for his coffee. “I'm not one to judge who you want to date, but think how this appears to other people.” Yoongi paused, seemingly debating what he should and shouldn't say next. “Jimin-ah, a lot could happen in ten minutes. Like you, Jungkook might be sending that message to the fans. Namjoon recommends a lot of songs. It wouldn't be about us.”

“I know, so I asked him directly.”

Yoongi almost spat his drink on him. He tapped his chest as he drowned out his cough to reaffirm. “Ya, you what?”

“I asked him if the lyrics were about me.”

“And?”

“He laughed,” Jimin confessed.

Truth be told, his ego was slightly hurt to see Jungkook’s initial response to his question. He was serious about it because he was just about more than a quarter sure about his theory. It didn't feel good to have this kid finding amusement to something he pored over. He could've just said ‘no’ outrightly and Jimin wouldn't have minded.

Jungkook’s laughter died down when he saw Jimin’s expression transform and he was reaching out for his hand in apology before he knew it.

Jimin let him hold him.

“It was…” he almost sounded uncertain. “Hyung, why are you being like this?” Sounded almost helpless and then relenting, “Yeah, it was about you. I was nervous so I laughed.” Instinctively, his free hand reached for his fringes like the night of Jimin’s birthday.

When he saw the younger fidget, Jimin felt relieved. Ah, he still knew Jungkook better than anyone. Mindful to see every little shift in the air, Jimin wasn't wrong in reading the situation.

He ruffled Jungkook's head and returned the wide staring with his own curled eyes in amusement. “I knew it,” mumbled to himself and turned once he got the confirmation that he wanted.

“You just left?” Yoongi asked him, tone surprised that it nudged some bafflement at the back of Jimin’s head.

He bobbed his head yes because, well, what else was he supposed to do? He already proved he was right. Yoongi hadn't even heard the rest of his evidences yet.

“Three,” he said to share what was left in his folder.

“Stop,” Yoongi said, planting a foot on Jimin's thigh to emphasize the urgency of his demand.

Jimin slapped the foot away and dusted off his pants.

“Do you even like Jungkook?”

He tilted his head sideways. “Of course,” Jimin answered simply, wondering why it was even a question in the first place. He liked Jungkook. Jungkook was and still is his favorite dongsaeng and BTS member. He'd take care of him even if he grew his muscles and grew taller than him.

Yoongi shook his head. “I don't think we're talking about the same thing.”

“For the third one… ” Jimin took in the opportunity of minute lag on Yoongi’s response to divert the conversation back to the task at hand. He really didn't understand what Yoongi meant but better to finish this off before his momentum dried and faltered.

He picked up his phone again and browsed through his apps. It was quite a long memory lane down Vapp’s timeline until he found the correct reference. He slid the video right on the important moment, him in his bathrobe with Taehyung’s voice singing in the background. The camera was on with Jungkook in his white shirt’s glory, sitting for all ARMY to see.

“That's right… Jimin-hyung is bad at playing games,” Jungkook said to echo his claim.

Back then, the staff berated them silently to turn off vapp. Jungkook was too loud. Jimin wasn't kidding when he said he was hearing him across the hallway. They were only given five hours to eat, take a bath, and nap before they reconvene for post-con review and plan out the adjustments in their set list but this kid chose to do an hour of live for the fans.

Jimin was out his room because Sungdeuk wanted to talk to Hoseok. They needed to work on spacing for Not Today. Their hyung thought they didn't maximize the stage well enough and he was also keen to give feedback on blockings for medley so they could properly execute group choreography for Bultaoreune.

Hoseok was too tired to get up his bed so he texted Jimin if he could get the notes in his place. Which Jimin was happy to do. He loved the fact that Hoseok trusted him and it gave him a sense of pride.

He and Sungdeuk were just about done talking when the older guy stopped him from his tracks by grabbing his arm.

“Can you tell Jungkook to tone it down a little? I heard he opened vapp but everyone's tired.”

Jimin honestly didn't want to deal with it. He was wearing his bathrobe without any make-up and only rushed out in the middle of his evening skin care routine because he wanted to be a useful dongsaeng to Hosoek and let him have an early rest. If he so much as spoke, audible for fans to hear, people were going to ask and he'd have to show himself on camera. Jeon Jungkook, really this kid should know when to stop.

“You know Jungkook listens to you well.”

Jimin jutted out his lower lip, “He doesn't.”

He could already imagine the maknae turning the volume up further for the sake of raising his hackles. Sungdeuk knew this but he was asking Jimin to do it because he knew Jimin couldn't say no when it came to Jungkook.

“Alright, alright,” he said, bobbing his head weakly and dragging his feet towards Jungkook’s room.

Across the end of the floor, he saw Taehyung towing right behind their leader who whispered him something. It made his friend glance at his direction and the next thing he knew, Namjoon was off his room and Taehyung was walking the opposite direction.

Taehyung got hold up by Sungdeuk who was midway his own room and right then, Jimin pressed on Jungkook’s room’s bell and twisted the knob open.

“I heard you from the neighboring room. Let me sleep,” he said, trying to keep his tone annoyed and nagging even when Jungkook was beaming at him so widely. “Stop singing in the middle of the night. Go to sleep.”

“You're losing me here, Jimin-ah. This is just you trying to discipline Jungkook. I would've scolded him the same.”

“Hyung,” Jimin replied sternly, eyes determined and a hand squeezing Yoongi’s thigh. “Did you watch it? Jungkook wanted my attention.”

Yoongi leaned back on his chair, challenging.

“Well, it wasn't even about that.”

His proof went beyond Jungkook's childish yet so endearing attempts to make Jimin come back and join his live. He slid the video right back to the moment and handed his phone in Yoongi’s hand.

When he crashed Jungkook's live that evening, Jimin had every intention to make an impression. After how people disregarded his precious, scant hours of work reprieve, he believed he deserved the screen time. It was tempting to test the waters to say the least. Not just with Jungkook. He wasn't dumb, well aware of his effect when he tried to appeal to someone.

“I don't know why you go to those lengths. They like you already,” Yoongi interrupted him mid-explanation, referencing to their fans. “What's more to prove?”

Jimin wondered to himself why but decided against it. “That's not the point, hyung,” he offered, not wanting to divert from the case at hand. They could ramble on about his insecurities later.

After confiscating the speaker that agitated Namjoon down to coordi noona who just finished fixing damaged buttons of their Blood, Sweat and Tears stage costumes, he went back in Jungkook’s room to greet their fans. A hand comb through his blond hair, cute sounds, zoom the bare face closer to the camera when he knew he just applied mask so he'd look good.

More important than that though was to stare at someone far longer than what was necessary that he’d be conscious to repay the attention. So he did what he knew would work, lure Jungkook's eyes to him and whisper. Mumble because that required someone to pay better heed and read his lips.

“That's not right, I was good at playing games a year ago.”

Then Jungkook would nod absentmindedly and whip his head towards his direction as Taehyung sang Chandelier in the background. Jimin wouldn't say it was the perfect song for the moment but it was good to have a song. Cause Jimin was aware they were recorded. He could go back to this, a song would help with epiphany and drama.

“What do you think?” he asked Yoongi who was squinting at his phone. Doubtful but probably a lot more convinced than he was five minutes ago. “I can be convincing if I want to.” He extended an arm to retrieve his phone.

He fell forward when his hyung suddenly pulled back to keep the small device out of reach. “I don't know if you're being serious about this.”

Jimin titled his head. “I am,” he said. “I am serious. Jungkook really likes me.”

He wasn't unreasonable. The kid had a habit of staring when someone would talk. He observed these things, sometimes obsessively, because it helped him understand the maknae better. So he knew why Jungkook would do it. He found it difficult to focus and physically directing his attention to someone would help him catch what they were trying to say better. It wouldn't be a deal then if Jimin was talking.

But when it was Namjoon who was put on spot to answer an English interview, their leader who still strove to speak a foreign language to represent the group, Jimin quite expected for Jungkook to listen… ogle.

“The korean teacher asked me a question, ‘What are the hardships of being a leader?’”

It wasn’t the first time Jungkook was caught. There was one at a fansign, then at the backstage of a music show, also during that one gayo episode and probably instances he wasn’t aware or the others he couldn’t remember. If Jimin wasn’t so busy overthinking things, he would have found it funny how Jungkook would play it cool and avert his gaze elsewhere. 

“There are hardships when we take positions, specifically being a leader...”

Namjoon continued his answer in the background while Jimin thought to himself what actually goes through the maknae’s head when he would look at him. Was the need so compelling that he’d do it or was Jimin really just that. Beautiful?

“Ya, do you hear yourself?”

Jimin giggled, his head falling back to comfortably rest on the loveseat. It was funny to call himself beautiful. Even he wouldn’t be that shameless.

The point still stands though. Jungkook would stare at him, and he would call him beautiful.

“It has to mean something right?”

He wanted to confirm the motivations behind the not-so-subtle attention. However, he didn’t want to do a repeat of the last time when he confronted Jungkook about the song. It made the air between them strained and the youngest would agonize in his presence. Jimin thought he was being shy so he’d hold back.

But then what about his own curiosity?

“You’re curious, that’s it,” Yoongi said plainly. “What would you do with that information?”

Jimin pursed his lips as he thought about it. 

Good point. Where was he leading with all these? He didn’t think that far enough. He wasn’t even done with his final proof.

“What do you think, hyung? What should I do about it?”

...To be continued

Taehyung- Coffee Shop!AU

Male!Reader x Barista!Taehyung

Mstrlst in Bio!

Taehyung used his index finger to push up his glasses and then gave a small Korean girl her Vegan Vanilla Chai Latte. He had been working here ever since high school to buy video games, but this place ended up becoming his safe space. He loved the smell of the Arabica beans fresh in the morning and the various brews throughout the day.

It had become a place for college students to congregate for study nights. Finals were coming up soon, so they’d have a lot more college aged kids in the upcoming month.

“What’s this?” A young man named Vai asked after ordering. He came around enough to be recognized, but not exactly a regular.

He was referencing to the mug shaped piggy bank with sheets of paper and a pen next to it. Tae explained that the shop was taking suggestions about what they could do to help improve the atmosphere of the coffee shop, especially with the younger crowd.

“Any good suggestions, yet?” The shy boy asked.

“Nah, mostly just menu things that we can’t afford and some stray coins or whatever.”

“Can I write something?”

Taehyung motioned to the container, “Go ahead.”

The foreign YouTuber wrote something and put in into the piggy bank. The next time Taehyung looked at the clock, it was 8:21 at night. He’d be here soon, and so the brown haired young man started preparing his order. Four minutes later, the bell rung and a young man in a purple jacket came in with a group of his friends.

They all set down their backpacks at the seats they chose. Some started unpacking while others began to line up.

“(Y/N)~!” Taehyung’s husky voice called out.

The young man in the purple jacket turned around and smiled. He approached the counter with a smile to get his pre-made order.

He chuckled, “You know you don’t have to do this every time.”

“You’re a loyal customer. It’s my pleasure.”

“There might be a day I order something differently.”

Tae shrugged, “It’s been four months. I highly doubt it.”

The young man huffed, “That just means I’ll surprise you next time.”

He went back to his friends, and Taehyung just sighed. The barista loved the boy in the purple jacket more than words could describe. He had started coming about four months ago to study for an entrance exam or something and had returned every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday.

The first night, he had asked Taehyung for the best coffee.

“Oh, I don’t drink coffee, but the tea here is really good.”

His chuckle had made the barista’s heart go !!!, “If you don’t drink coffee, why are you working here?”

“Money’s good and I like the atmosphere. The people are mostly nice too. I’d suggest hot chocolate or the butterfly pea tea.”

 By the end of the day, there were about 50 suggestions Taehyung had to go through before closing. The boss wanted to help go through them, but there was no way his most loyal employee was going to let him.

“You need your rest, sir. I’ve got it. I’ll let you know if we have anything interesting when we open tomorrow.”

After going through them, he found that there were mostly usless suggestions or ones that would cost way too much money. There was one that was actually a really good idea, however. Live music. Having a coffeehouse musician was popular nowadays, and there would probably be a lot of untapped talent in the local area.

After suggesting it to the boss later the next day, he thought it was a wonderful idea as well. | Soon enough fliers and posters were hung up in the shop and also around town displaying the time and date of auditions to sing in the coffee shop. They were looking for someone with a gentle and clear voice, hopefully they could play guitar. It wasn’t a requirement since instrumentals could be found online at any time.

The day of auditions came, and Taehyung was annoyed. They were being held at the back of the coffee shop as to not bother the patrons. He didn’t understand why so many people thought screemo or rap would do well when the flier said “gentle and clear”

“Next!” He called as he scratched out yet another name from his list and balled up their application. He grumbled to himself about how people didn’t know how to read nowadays.

The next person that showed up sounded familiar, “Um, hi?”

“Hi. So you’re called the...” He looked up to see the man in the purple jacket and swallowed. “The Pa-bros? Is that correct?”

Both Tae’s crush and the broad-shouldered man next to him nodded. The other man was someone who visited but never dressed so casually. Taehyung sat up straight and asked them to give their real names for him to write down.

“I’m Kim Seokjin.”

“And I’m (Y/N). We’re the Pa-Bros.”

He wrote down both names and then asked to hear what they had. Seokjin began to strum on his guitar and (Y/N) sung out in a pristine and beautiful voice that carried the most human of souls in it. He was singing “Put Your Records On” by Corrine Bailey Rae. It made Taehyung’s heart flutter, and he could’ve sworn he forgot how to breathe until the end of the song.

Everyone in the room let out a breath.

“Wow.” The barista said. “That was amazing. I’ll let you know how you did within the week. Yeah, I’m speechless. Thank you for your time.”

“Thank you.” Both said and bowed. Seokjin packed up his guitar and slung it over his shoulder while the other placed his stool against the wall.

Several patrons of the coffee shop were standing outside the door when the two left. It surprised the two performers, but it also gave the barista more of a reason to hire them. There had been only two other decent auditions the whole day other than (Y/N) and Seokjin.

“So, how’d it go?” The boss asked as he helped to clean up the tables as his brown-haired employee swept the floors.

“It went well. I’ll show you the footage of the top three once we’re done cleaning up.”

The two men sat at a table and watched the performances on Taehyung’s phone in the silent shop. They had all done incredibly well. It was hard for them to choose a favorite and decided to do one final test to see who they could have perform for them. Of course, there was only a certain amout of money that could go towards paying these talents, so they had to be worth it.

Once home, Taehyung sat at his laptop and sent out rejection emails to the 34 people who did not make it. Then you sent emails to the final three: Pa-bros, Mia Kim, and a brother sister trio called Gro Up. The message explained that they would have to do a live performance the upcoming Wednesday to see how well their visitors liked their talents.

It would also show who could handle performing live in front audience. Tae didn’t send the message to them yet since he wanted his boss’s approval to make sure it had everything he wanted in it. Instead, he listened to jazz in the shower and while he microwaved his dinner, humming along to the brassy notes

He really hopped the Pa-Bros made it just so that he could see (Y/N) every other day of the week.

The day came, and Taehyung made sure his uniform was clean and had even fixed his glasses for tonight. He had seen people talking about the coffee shop competition on SNS. Even though it wasn’t marketed like that, he figured that’s what this basically was. A competition to see who got the job.

Wait, fuck! Does that mean it’s gonna be busy today? Tae thought as he picked up his speed to the shop.

The answer was yes. Luckily, the boss had anticipated this and restocked two days earlier even ordering extra for the crowd. The store would be getting more popular after this, huh?

Tae put his stuff into his locker after clocking in and put on his apron. Getting to work was fun as he watched speakers be set up where the stage would be sooner or later. It wouldn’t be that big, just a bit higher than the rest of the store for better viewing. The orders came quickly, but the interest made most people more patient. That was good.

Then the boss said that the two Park Jimins could take over the counter, and he could introduce the acts and work the floor due to his natural charisma. He nodded and went to do just that with nothing prepared.

“Hi, everyone. Glad to have you here.” He said into the taller microphone. “We have three amazing acts for you to watch tonight. The winner will be decided by your applause and will become perminant entertainment for the store!”

A few people clapped, making him smile despite his nerves.

“Anyways, first up is a band of twin sisters and thier little brother. Please welcome to the stage, Gro Up!”

The trio began to sing and play their instruments, but something was off. It quickly came apparent that one of the sisters weren’t feeling well. She darted towards the bathroom to throw up. Her twin followed as the youngest thanked the audince for their attention, but they were going to withdraw from the competition. He scampered off to check on his sisters.

Taehyung was pushed back on stage where he introduced Mia Kim who did well despite the events that literally just happened seconds ago. Then Tae introduced Pa-Bros. Another stool was set up in the space and microphones were placed where the best sound could be heard from each.

Today (Y/N) wore a vest over a checkered dress shirt. The sleeves were rolled up halfway which made him look more handsome than usual. Jin was also dressed nicely, but Taehyung’s eyes were glued to (Y/N) His face was so handsome and he seemed comfortable under the stares of the largest Wednesday afternoon crowd they’d ever had.

“Hi, we’re Pa-Bros, and we’ll be singing ‘I’m Yours’ by Jason Mraz.”

The Barista closed his eyes as he listened to the singer. It felt as if he were transported to an island where it was just the two of them in swim trunks exploring the forest with smiles on their faces. They played in the water until sunset where they made a bonfire and slow danced under the stars. They now sat by the ocean in a blanket with the fire crackling near by.

He laid his head on Tae’s shoulder and smiled at him, “I really love you.”

Taehyung snapped out of his daydream while people applauded and felt his cheeks get warm, but he clapped as well. What kind of daydream was that? He had never let his imagination go that far when thinking about the man, but this time was different. (Y/N) looked at the blushing barista who gave two thumbs up in return.

Then people voted for the two artists. Ten minutes later, they were counted up by the female Jimin who texted Taehyung the winners. Gro Up had apologized and gone home out of embarassment but said they wished Mia and Bros luck since they had both done so well.

“Alright, folks.” He adjusted his glasses as everyone quieted down. “Before I announce the winner, I wanna thank all of you for coming to see the show and ordering while you’re here. It means a lot.” He clapped and smiled.

“I’d also like to give a round of applause to our lovely entertainment. All of you were absolutely stunning tonight and are both winners in my book.” Applause and cheers.

Taehyung continued, “However, in the payroll, there can only be one or the other. We’ve counted up all the votes three times and by two different people. The winner is...” He opened the text message and beamed as he saw the name, “The Pa-Bros!”

The whole coffee shop became an uproar of cheers. The two boys hugged each other and then bowed to Mia who congratulated them. As Taehyung moved to congratulate them as well, (Y/N) pulled the barista in by the collar and kissed him square on the lips.

After the two parted, he said, “Sorry, I just promised myself I would kiss you if I won.”

“Good.” Tae said and kissed back.

A few months passed and the coffee shop was doing better than ever. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, they would have a poetry slam. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays were when The Pa-Bros--who renamed themselves to Koffee Kings--performed on the new stage.

Taehyung clocked in as usual, humming jazz. He always showed up half an hour earlier to watch his boyfriend (Y/N) perform a couple of songs. By the time he clocked in, it was a five minute intermission. Sometimes when his love was in a really good mood, Tae’s boyfriend would dance with him after giving people their coffees.

He was wearing the purple jacket tonight, “Don’t forget to tip your waiters, especially cuz that one’s my boyfriend! I love you, Tae!”

“Love you too!” The barista replied, blushing with the biggest smile on his face.

Kim Taehyung always liked working here, but he could tell that he would enjoy it even more.

Last Promise - taekook!gang fanfiction

CHAPTER II

"U-uh guys what are you doing here?"Jimin nervous as a little kid asked and quickly put his shirt on.

"Shouldn't we be the one asking you that?" Taehyung went to the living room and stared at Seoul.

"It doesn't matter you can clearly see what happened between us and that's all it is." Yoongi replied to him, it sounded like a lie.

He said that what he and Jimin have between each other is just sex. Yoongi looked unbothered by that, emotionless just like always but Jimin looked kinda hurt, even if he tried to hide it.

He looked hurt and it showed all over his face. The way his big soft pink lips turned a little down by this, the way his eyes looked at that moment.

Jimin was hurt but Taehyung and Yoongi didin't care.

Taehyung knows that Namjoon cares beacuse he is a good man. He still couldn't say anything after that, he couldn't ask Jimin if he is okay, at least not now. They have business to discuss.

"Okay hyung and Jimin but that's not what we are here for, someone has done us dirty and is 100% planning on doing it again." Taehyung was the one to break the uncomfortable silence.

"Who,how,when and why didin't you just call me. Jesus we are living in 2019 not 70s." Yoongi seated himself on the kitchen counter while Jimin stayed quiet, probably still hurt by the remark earlier.

"We don't know who exactly at least not yet, but they messed with us. The new drugs which were worth $5 million won are stolen and the only thing we have left from that place is a shoe that Hoseok is working on. Four of our clubs in China destroyed. They killed our biggest costumers and the fun fact about this is that they all fucking did it at the same time, not a second late during midnight." The more Taehyung thought and talked about this the worse it gets.

He heard Jimin let out a quiet small suprised gasp, almost unnoticeable. Jimin is really pure and sweet, Taehyung wonders how can people like him and Hoseok end in this awful place.

"They what now? It sounds like a start to something, what do we do? No, what can me and Jimin do to help?" At that Jimin's head snapped at Yoongi probably suprised at man for mentioning him.

"You and Jimin have a flight to China, me and Taehyung wanted to go but we will stay in Seoul beacuse something might happen again and beacuse Taehyung has more work to do than us." Just when Namjoon said that he remembered he had many stupid meetings that he doesn't want to think about or even attend. "You will check the places where clubs used to be along with Taehyung's men, Bring anything to Hoseok it doesn't matter if it is suspicious or not just bring something so he could look into it. Yoongi you can try to hack the security cameras but i don't think that is possible. They destroyed the one in the hideout where drugs used to be." Jimin looked like he was listening to everything carefully while Yoongi was looking bored as always.

"Okay you two know what you have to do, I will send you a text about the details since you wouldn't remember and beacuse you yourself said this ain't no 70s" Taehyung turned around from watching the city and headed to the doors with Namjoon following him.

"Okay g'bye hyung Namjoon and Taehyung." Sweet Jimin said.

"Goodbye Jimin, we will talk later 'kay? Taehyung has a soft spot for Jimin how couldn't he have a soft spot for him. He made sure to remember to talk to him about Yoongi later when this mess calms down.

Typical Yoongi didin't even say goodbye to them but how could he blame him, they came here uninvited.

They had a last destination and that was Kim Seokjin. Taehyung can't stand the man for some reason but still he bears with him, him and Namjoon got into his car again. Namjoon started the drive with radio playing some kpop song Taehyung couldn't stand, it was horrible.

He looked out of the window, looking at a colourful aesthetic sky who he really liked and wasted another twenty minutes of his life.

The car and thank god the radio stopped, Namjoon got out of the car again waiting for him to join.

"You know Taehyung something is wrong with me, I can't tell if you either didin't want to ask or you didin't want to disturb me or just didin't care." Namjoon leaned against his car, preparing himself for a deep conversation they didin't have in a long time.

Taehyung knew that something was up with him, he should have felt bad for not asking, he didin't want to say anything during this mess." Yeah hyung I know something happened and I'm going to be honest with you I didin't want to ask, not at the moment when all of this is happening. Tell me, are you okay Joon?" They have been friends for a long time and Taehyung doesn't mind calling him nicknames even if he didin't use it for a long time now and Namjoon looked slightly taken away by that. He didin't care he was tired to be caring if he is acting soft or not.

"Okay, me and Jin aren't in a good place, not after his sister died and that happened months ago. He blames me for it even if it wasn't my fault but that shit gets me, we were close friends for years. I could rely on him anytime I wanted, I trusted him and now that we have to see him I don't know, I feel weird." How didin't he see that before, Taehyung gave himself a mental slap in the face for being so blind.

"I don't fucking know what to say hyung, it's yours to resolve that and I suck at giving someone an advice but trust me I appreciate you telling me this. We are here to discuss business so keep it professional." Taehyung was already heading to the elevator that lead to Seokjin's business building.

Namjoon followed and kept up with him

"Thank you and you know that damn well I will keep it professional." Namjoon smiled with that dimpled smile of his that makes boys and girls melt.

They didin't have to even ring the bell once when they saw Seokjin already opening the door. "Good thing Yoongi said that I'm getting a visit otherwise I wouldn't let you in. You know it is not that hard to text or call someone." Seokjin looked dead, wait he didin't, he might look like he got no sleep for ten years but he still glowed and looked gorgeous as always.

"Did he manage to tell you what happened?" Namjoon replied looking professional just like always. Taehyung didin't miss the fact that Namjoon probably felt weird beacuse he haven't seen the black haired man in months.

"Yes stolen drugs and destroyed clubs."

Seokjin opened the door more, giving them the sign to come in.

"Yes and two killed costumers, we obviously need your help." Taehyung simply said, looking around Jin's place nothing changed, it just felt colder it used to be warm in here.

"Of course you come around when you need help but it is my job so what do I have to do now?" Seokjin gave an attitude probably disliking the fact he has to be in the same room as Namjoon.

"We need you to go to China with Jimin and Yoongi but we also need you to look at club files from there, who visited in the last month and anything suspicious and the last thing we need you to look at the files of Seoul airplane travels of the last month focus on the ones from China to Seoul or from Seoul to China. And you will look up the cases of our ex dead costumers" Namjoon avoided as much eye contact as possible. Both of them were being silly and childish.

"Oh my god sounds so fun, can't wait!" The sarcasm was dripping trough Seokjin's mouth but he has to do his job and he himself knows he will do it. Nobody forced him to do this for a living, he wanted to do this himself.

Taehyung still can't stand Seokjin so he already said his goodbye's. "Bye Jin and have fun in China!" Sarcasm was dripping from his own mouth too.

Him and Namjoon finally could head home, after a such a long day and the fact that this will be a two hour drive or more makes him sick.

They drived in silence, comfortable one and thank god there was no radio today.

When he got in his own place it was dark already, the lights of the city under him shining bright. The dark and lights that haunt him, he already knows he ain't getting any sleep, he doesn't bother showering or changing his clotges he will do that tomorrow or in couple of hours. He decided to do his paperwork that was waiting for him all day long.

After what felt forever but still were just five hours his phone rang, He looked and saw who was calling him and it was Hoseok he picked up the phone immediately.

"Taehyung we found the owner of the shoe."

As soon as Hoseok said that, Taehyung was already on his feet putting his clothes on slowly, he already put his shoes on. How ironic, he answered to Hoseok "Who is it, do we know who is the person, what did it say?" He skipped right into questions.

"You and Namjoon better hurry up, it won't say a word and it is just quite." And the line went silent Hoseok sounded worried on the other side before he hung up.

Taehyung called Namjoon to inform him about the shoe person. "Namjoon meet me there,the shoes person is found, Hoseok is a genius. The person won't speak but we will make him or even her. I don't care how much it will take to speak but it will speak." Taehyung moved from his second floor to first one and was already heading to the elevator to take him to the another painful day.

He felt tired, as always.

"God damn okay got it, do you need me to pick you up?" Namjoon was rush talking in the moment, maybe scared beacuse it has been a long time since he tortured someone. On the other side he is Kim Namjoon so he wasn't scared more like nervousness was taking over his body. It was diffrent for Taehyung, he needs answers and he will get them and him being the sadist he is, he will enjoy causing someone pain.

It just the way he is,

he regrets it later,

that regret he has isn't enough to make him stop.

"No, I will drive myself for the first time in ten years." He almost thought Namjoon is going to argue over this because no way in hell is Taehyung capable of driving if he is tired, Namjoon was probably thinking he was going to fall asleep while driving he isn't that dumb and he is excited, he feels adrenaline pumping in his veins.

Taehyung unlocked his garage, revealing the ten expensive cars who he never knew the names of, he just got in one and started driving. It has been so long since Taehyung felt freedom, he felt good beacuse there was no one breathing down his neck, not even Namjoon was bothering him, that won't last long but he can still enjoy while he is at it.

The freedom, it will go away beacuse he has things to take care of, he has this shoe-person to take care of.

He almost forgot, the twenty minute long drive was taking his life away, he hates spending his life on such things. Driving in his car, not like he has an interesting life he just hates car rides. The street-lights looked aesthetic, they were poison but still effectivelybeautiful.

Taehyung loves aesthetic things as he mentioned before.

After admiring the night lights, darkness came as he turned to the empty rocky road. They can't have their hideout place in the city as obvious that is, they have to find a place the blue men wouldn't find, as like police can catch them Taehyung would love to see them try.

He arrived, at his destination. There was nothing special or unique here at this place, it is an abounded old building. A building where a lot of money worth drugs were stolen, a building where there stood a shoe and now a building where stood a person involved in this. He was last to join judging by the number of cars and by Namjoon standing in front of him, waiting for him as always. Namjoon is loyal to him and the feeling in mutual, he could always trust Namjoon and Namjoon could always trust him.

"Hoseok is inside, let's go" Namjoon didin't bother saying hello or hi, not that it mattered they are not that type of persons to greet after all they see each other almost everyday. The ground seemed moist and wet under his feet, the cause must be rain. The mud was disgusting and Taehyung hated every inch of it. They began walking opening the door, loud cracking noise filled the empty space. The door made a lot of noise and that is how everyone's eyes were on them, finally waiting for the ones who are always waited.

It was quiet, poor silence surrounding the cold and empty space.

Taehyung looked and looked at a boy, he looked at a owner of the shoe. Brown hair, big innocent eyes, small pink lips and those earings of his caught his attention. He looked younger than him or around his age, he also looked as tall as him and had a well built body. But Taehyung noticed that the boy doesn't look scared, he looks small even if he is not, he looks inoccent even if he probably is not. He was the one who has something to do with people who are making his reputation look bad, he helped and Taehyung doesn't care if he has to hurt him, he will. Those eyes and flushed cheeks won't get in a way, the only thing that might get in the way is that the unknown guy looks aesthetic.

Taehyung never met a person that gave him an aesthetic vibe, but now looking at him he had a long simple black shirt and basic jeans. What made him aesthetic was surely a lightning in this room but looking at other people he shined compared to them and Taehyung doesn't know what to do with that information. It was his face, it looked nice to look at, pleasing to look at, satisfying to look at.

Taehyung likes aesthetic things, but he will maybe have to destroy that aesthetic look of the boy's face, maybe even after he would look like a piece of art but just a fucked up one.

"What's your name?" Taehyung with slow steady steps moved closer to this rare type of person. He pulled his sleeves up and was ready to paint red if necessary. He observed the guy and he needed a name and he better give him one. The guy didin't answer no he didin't even look up at him, just ignored his existence and Taehyung hates that the most.

"Are you going to answer my question?" Taehyung walked around him, who is tied to the chair. He can read people and he can see that he isn't scared of Kim Taehyung, he is nervous and that is a big difference. Taehyung wants him to be scared of him, he wants to paint his face all red with his fist so the younger one could be scared. He was making that all easier and easier for him, he didin't even budge or look up from the dirty ground.

"Listen now and fucking look at me when I'm speaking." Taehyung took his chin in his hands, hard enough so it hurt and that made him look at Taehyung, the shoe owner still didin't look scared he looked more nervous and just a tiny bit mad as he saw him send him a small glare. Taehyung is intimidating indeed and he will do this right. In a even lower tone Taehyung continued with his empty threats. "If you don't tag along you will be dead for good and let me tell you no one will give a single fuck so don't be useless and answer the question!" The brown haired looked not taken back by that, he for sure knows who Taehyung is but isn't scared of him. But after looking at him for five more seconds he finally cracked something out.

"Jeon Jungkook as that file says that your friend has in his arms" he pointed at Hoseok and Taehyung really did see a picture of the boy in front of him and there must be many informations, Taehyung couldn't give less fucks about.

"Oh no no no, I already knew that but I just need answers from you, I need you to speak not the documents, that is boring don't you think?" Again they made their eyes connect. Jungkook's big,dark,inoccent eyes pierced trough his brown and confident ones. Eyes observed everything, Taehyung didin't dare to break eye contact. Waiting for Jungkook to start answering his questions. After what felt like seconds but were minutes.

Jungkook started to talk. Body calm while eyes not. Taehyung finds it funny how he can read him by his eyes and not body language, he can see trough them like open doors. "Fine, I will answer but only the questions I feel comfortable with. You obviously think I'm guilty, that is why everyone in this room is looking-observing me like some left over food for a wolf. Untie me and then I will talk, right now you are treating me like an animal." He spoke with that small lips and voice of his, again body calm, eyes wild. Hoseok wanted to refuse, not trusting the kid. "Untie him, he can't do any harm, not to me and not to you no need to overreact." As Taehyung's lips left those words out, Namjoon went to untie him from the chair. Taehyung observed the boy, him standing up, his black oversized shirt made him look even smaller, even if he was a tall man. Taehyung knows he felt small and that's why he looked small too. "Now I will talk, what do you want?" Taehyung then jumped right in, confidence filling the room just the way he walked closer and closer to the big dark orbs.

"What do we want? Huh what do you think we want Jungkook?" It was the first time he said his name out loud falling of his lips perfectly, he usually never remembers names of people who he doesn't care about or just doesn't want to know the name of them. "Tell us everything you know, It is your own fault after all that you can't keep your shoes on your own feet. What a weak move was that. Tell me now, what were you doing here last night at a building where my drugs used to be? You left a huge mark behind, a fucking shoe and that means you were in the rush. Again on the other hand it was really easy to find you, one day to be specific and it looks like you aren't under their protection. Now talk I have plenty of time a whole night and a day that is soon to come."

Jungkook's eyes and body language were giving him away, he wasn't scared he was uncomfortable and now looked smaller as ever. Taehyung knew he hit the sweet spot,quite proud of himself.

"I-i can't tell you everything, You are right about all of those things but you have to understand please." He looked small, Jungkook looked real small at this moment to the point he was stuttering but Taehyung needed answers, he needed the truth.

"Jungkook we are real fucked up at this moment and we need you to speak. Tell us, it will be easier this way" Taehyung will try it in a nice way and if he disobeys he will paint, he will paint his face red, he will paint his beautiful face red.

"Fine, I will tell you what I can." Jungkook looked confident again, he got himself back together. Taehyung knew it was all a mask, his biggest fears hidden behind it. He wasn't just nervous he was also scared for the first time. Taehyung knew it will be hard to get something out of him. He wants to do it in a nice way and not a hard one. Maybe he doesn't want to paint red, not on him, not today. Jungkook's eyes looked big, they looked scared. He can see everything trough his eyes. Yes, his voice wasn't stuttering anymore, his body didin't gave him away, his face calm. Those are the things you look at while trying to figure the person out, trying to see their emotions and feelings. You look at their body language, when they speak you observe it. It would give them away immediately, it gives most of the people away but not Jungkook. What gives him away are his eyes, it takes a certain someone to see what he is showing and feeling trough his eyes and Taehyung is that certain someone. He looked around to only see Hoseok and Namjoon look clueless. They are smart but they didin't notice Jungkook's eyes pleading for help and survival. Maybe he wanted to live but Taehyung has a feeling he isn't afraid of dying perhaps he is afraid of what comes after that just like Taehyung himself. He knows his place belongs to hell either way, everything is almost considered as a sin and he had done many and he keeps on doing them.

"Okay, Jungkook tell us what we need to know, tell us what is useful for us. You don't need to and you won't tell us anything personal. What you need to tell us is what happened here, last night. You need and you will help us, if you answer now we won't get the answers out of you in a hard way and by that I mean we won't hurt you." Taehyung looked in his eyes, he looked at his eyes deeper than the ocean itself and Jungkook's eyes gave it away, as always. He looks like a small child. Scared,nervous and small, so fucking small.

"I-i was here, ooh god I don't know how to tell you this. I was here because I had nowhere else to fucking go. I ran away but that doesn't concern you. It has nothing to do with this, s-so I ran away and I swear to god it had nothing to do with this. I didin't know this was a gang hideout place and then I saw them. I saw people dressed all in black, they saw me and I fucking panicked I didin't know what to do, how could I known? That's how I lost my shoe, I tried to escape and it worked. They had to go so that's why I was left alive. But I overheard their conversation." Everyone was patiently listening to him, for the next thing he was going to say. Jungkook then continued. "They said something as: This will be a huge move, we all strike at midnight and we can't mess this up i overhead them saying that they need to make boss happy, and if everything goes by plan that Kim Taehyung will reach his downfall. I-i also think they will attack you again somehow." It looked like Jungkook was done with his talking but Taehyung knew it was far from that, he knew that Namjoon and Hoseok will get every possible detail out of him. It is going to be a very long night.

Taehyung walked closer to Jungkook, having no intentions or maybe so. He wanted to be closer to to the boy so no maybe so he had an intention. "How old are you kiddo?" He looked at those big brown eyes which made him look like a child. "As I said before there is that file over there, where you can know everything you want to about me."