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It makes me sad how many new gen kpop fans don’t know about or listen to shinee :(
#i went to a kpop/ anime store today and their selection of shinee stuff was very disappointing to say the lease#*least#and i i i I….. say this without any bus but shinee was and is one of the greatest kpop groups of all time. their range and growth and stage#presence and overall entertainment value… was like one of the best in the game when they were at their height in 2015/2016 and it’s sad that#no one seems to listen to or appreciate older gen stuff anymore when it’s … objectively a lot better than any of the new shit#whatever#any stream move by Taemin
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K-Pop recap of the year!
Tagged by @smushedmuffin tyy for the tag <3 (im so sorry for procrastinating on this for so long)
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Groups you started stanning: I started kpopping this year so uh OnlyOneOf and SHINee, WayV kinda and maybe f(x) too if that counts (I've kinda been trying to get into Purple Kiss and Pixy as well)
New ult biases?: This whole account just exposes me as a taemin ult lol
Idol(s) who got the most of your simping: Well i think its taemin but ig any shinee member is fair game tbh. also yoojung and junji.
Most streamed group(s): OnlyOneOf came out on top as my most streamed artist this year, honestly i was expecting shinee up there (cause their discography is huge and i don't think listened to any other artist for months) but they came in third so yeaa
Most streamed soloist(s)?: its taemin. quick! everyone pretend to be surprised!
Top K-Pop song(s) of this year (opinion or streaming, you choose): hooo boy ummm i just don't keep up with music like that so im very unqualified to answer this T_T but if i shortlist from within my very small sandbox: Identity, 10X, Satellite (SHINee), Not Over You (Taemin), Killer (Key), dOra maar (japanese version) (OnlyOneOf), O (Circle) (Onew), Poppin' Love (WayV), Knock Knock (Red Velvet)
Top debut this year: I have no clue actually
Choreographies you learned: I definitely learned MOVE by Taemin even if im not very good at it, i learnt the chorus of Pop by Nayeon and also the first verse and chorus of Bad Alive by WayV. (These probs don't count but i have the choreos of Advice and Guilty by Taemin as well as Don't Call Me by SHINee learnt by heart even if i have never actually *danced* the choreos)
Albums/merchandise you bought: None, because i don't make money
New K-Pop mutuals you made: Everyone here jhgdshaj
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I don't really know who to tag so i'll let it be ig sfgdhjk but if anyone sees this and wants to do this then please be my guestt
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Taemin - Guilty
Gosh, have you guys watched the mv? the song?? taemin proves himself once again that he is on his own level.
Bear with me as im trying hard to understand and explained the storyline of the mv in the best of my abilities. Here is my take on it. Please note that English is not my everyday communication so i apologize for any mistakes in grammar etc.
This analysis will include the mv and also the mv teasers. It will be great if we could get the director cut version for this.
The mv took place in a facility that conducted some kind of medical experiment/human trials to the kids/younger teens. Why i said that is because in the Countdown live the set is decorated with medical/lab tools.
Ok now let's start.
First scribbles - the stick mans, house, tree. This usually done by kids. Second scribbles on the wall shows what people usually mark to count the days. This explained that Taemin has been there for quite some times.
My theory is that this younger person is Taemin himself. In the MV (time stamp : 0:34) Taemin vividly remembered/seeing himself when he was younger, naively dancing happily around with his 'friends' although they are 'trapped' in this facility. We can see the same scene but longer in MV Teaser 1 where younger Taemin collapsed, which later we know that he has an asthma/difficulty in breathing as he keeps using an inhaler.
We see that younger Taemin is with other person in a room alone (MV timestamp : 0:20) This might be his 'lover'. But the lover however able to get out from the facilities due what so ever reason (MV trailer timestamp 1:00). Taemin was then can be seen to keep staring at the hole longing to get out too.
We then come to the 'now' Taemin (in white singlet from MV trailer) playing around with his friends in the water streams but he keeps need to use the inhaler when he got excited or anxious. All of them were then locked in a room and get examined by the authorities there. They were brought to a small field where Taemin was handed a gun and he started pointed to someone/something. He was then was seen bleeding in the MV which i think triggered the 'zombie virus'.
The chaotic situation started when they were all back to their rooms, they were killing the authorities and behaving/moving like a zombie but Taemin however was not affected by it. It might be because he was asthmatic thus preventing him from getting contracted?
As the only one who not affected by the virus he was worshipped by the other like a god or 'Abraxas' as what the MV director updated in his IG. But later on although he is treated as a god we can see that he was alone, lonely, angry and sad? He was the only one who survived the outbreak.
He went back to the abandoned and torn down facility, reminiscing his old room with the scattered shirts, he walked along the hallway and opened an empty room. The room where he was once with his 'lover'. He ran towards the front gate only to be stopped by the haunted hands but he was actually alone there fighting his own self.
He managed to finally run away from that place the zombie outbreak happened to the outside world too. He was getting up from a car hood that has a 'sunflower' drawing on it. Sunflower symbolism here can be interpreted as loyalty and devotion. It can also represent a steadfast commitment and promise to always be there for the person we care about. In the MV trailer as Taemin walked in the empty street someone suddenly grabbed him which probably his 'lover' that has been waiting for him. It also has been an eye lurking to the keyhole that i think was his lover that has been looking out for him all these while.
Also the main picture used on all the music platforms for this song is the one Taemin was biting a 'pear'. Pear can signify a time loss, difficulty or separation which all of that shows in the mv.
For the lyric of the song it was pretty straight forward. Taemin in Lee Mujin show said that the song is about bad love. He quoted
"With the wrong love the bad person saying this to his partner, "This is love"."
I do love this lyric translation by Abby Abbsteroni. Please check it out.
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can you give us more thoughts about domestic yoongles? the taemin's one (wich I love) just made me miss the cat boy so much ;o;
i have a phd in househusband yoongi so let me fire out some ideas for ya.
myg at home headcanon
🐱 word count. 1.9k | fluff, slice of life, slight nsfw mentions, x reader, bullet points
The doorbell sound is a recording of Yoongi imitating a doorbell. He’s such a meme. Ceci n'est pas une pipe.
Seemingly, he teaches himself a new recipe every week. To perfection. Yoongi is very particular about sticking to the recipe and wielding his kitchen tools in the right way. He collects knives, olive oil, and still hates cutting onions.
He separates sleep time, work time, and couple time as the holy trinity. For each, he switches his mood.
Blushes easily no matter for how long you’ve been together.
Establishes his own radio show where he DJs at one point.
Yoongi keeps an extreme track on the garbage schedule. He knows exactly what is due when. Separating the trash is a must. That includes sorting out fake friends trying to get between your relationship. Your social circle as a couple is extremely deliberate.
Yoongi deems himself a terrible host for guests. Unless Hoseok is there to drag him out, it's true he rather stays in the kitchen or at the barbecue preparing the menu courses rather than making small talk. He leaves the hospitality bits to you, however you want to go about it.
What he lacks in conversing with guests, he makes up in bed, God is absolutely fair.
He sings and hums pretty often and has his own vernacular of extraterrestrial uwu noises. It's an alphabet that you have to yet decipher but it's incredibly cute.
Self-made paintings everywhere around his house.
Yoongi hasn't gone clubbing since grammar school. The most he does is going to a restaurant at lunch with very close friends. And always in a work context. His private life is so secluded from everything else and paparazzi just don't spot him anywhere, Dispatch thinks he must live abroad.
Very well, he does consider his big ole house a separate country. It's a living organism with a studio, gym, trophy room, small-size basketball court, and vastly equipped kitchen. A home theater as well, he likes American movies (like Inception) and Korean action genres, and you can stream whatever you fancy in there whenever you like.
Yes, he has underwear with cute little bears on.
There's even a little pond in the backyard. Yoongi, Pisces he is, likes fishes after all. Sometimes he sits at the edge of the 'Little Ole Min Lake (LOML)' and stares into the water for literal hours with his chin parked on his palm.
His fridge is so high-tech and futuristic, even Yoongi is rendered clueless by its AI sometimes. The washing machine, too.
Yoongi watches RuPaul’s drag race. What did you expect? He finds it so humorous.
Owns lord knows how many comic collections.
Favorite holiday destination: New York.
Christmas is basically 50% you unveiling new music equipment to him in the garage and Yoongi almost fainting at the sexiness of it. The other 50% is spent holding hands and orgasm after orgasm until the new year since you loose track of time.
Goes on long rants why he’d marry you again every weekend.
Making you presents is his specialty. Always accompanied with a hand-written note. He writes a lot of things by hand for you in general. Texting, basically never. Always on paper.
No sex without a blanket and socks on. Yoongi gets cold very very easily and just doesn’t like showing skin. You buy him a heated blanket for his birthday, he even uses it in his studio chair.
Chronically addicted to making out.
Matching black outfits and glasses.
Laughs at even your worst jokes or phrases you didn’t expect you even uttered.
Yoongi owns the phoniest, most secretive-looking black car ever and nobody knows about it. Even he forgets he owns it, in fact he genuinely acts like it just doesn’t exist. Hilarious. And that guy has a level 1 Korean driver's license. Which allows him to drive trailers and busses and fucking trucks, and construction machines, let that sink in.
It's really a genius curse. Yoongi being put to the test will always deliver but he won't choose to execute his full skillset if he doesn't have to. Well, pragmatic. He's not as phony as he thinks he is, which is even more hilarious.
He uses that behemoth of a car so scarcely because he'd rather have things delivered to his doorstep and he's stingy with gas. Also, he doesn't like traffic and driving because of the traumatic shoulder accident and his tendency to space out. Translation: You drive that thing... that monster... it really is an impressive, fast, and scary machine.
If someone devious ever even remotely manages to invade his privacy and get past the doubly-installed security system, he has enough money to deal with it no matter what.
If it concerns your privacy, he's a red belt. And owns Jin's number if a taekwondo master is required. Jimin's if it needs someone with kendo skills.
If Yoongi needs someone to go on a complete rampage, Jungkook lives just down the block. He can sprint to Yoongi's bunker I mean mansion within 45 seconds. 30 if it's very urgent. 20 if the reward is an instant ramen splurge with Yoongi's black card.
He has a sexy, glamorous sword collection hanging on the living room wall anyways, so. Who the hell is dumb enough to mess with him and his expensive lawyer in the first place.
But just in case, who knows... Yoongi settles matters shruggingly, anonymously, and with cash and he's too exhausted for violence, but don't underestimate his deter-min-ation and network for emergencies. Also, he is Agust D after all.
He will bonk a naughty burglar or kidnapper across the head with a wooden cooking spoon or take him down by throwing a basketball if the situation requires it. Damn, his reflexes are so fast, a feral cat in motion. So, lean back and sip on your drink of choice. Things are cared for.
If Yoongi is the one being kidnapped or a highly skilled stalker invades the property at night when he's fast asleep (nothing can wake this man during certain hours, strong REM right here): Don't forget that honeyboy is a Dodgers fan. There are signed baseball bats everywhere in this damn house.
In that sense, your parents visiting you here for the first time thought you were an undercover thug couple. Not to worry mom and dad, you both just like sports very much okay.
Yoongi walks around in all black clothes and the rooms are all seemingly dark. Even if you live together, you don't know his skin care routine. It's clear to you he's some sort of vampire.
Since Yoongi always forgets to remove his makeup, you made it a habit to wipe it down when he's about to pass out. He won't lie, he enjoys that kind of affection.
Holly is your resident child. You're essentially a family.
He insists to tackle this by himself, Yoongi sees his therapist monthly. Not shifting responsibility is something he's stubborn about and he pours his emotions into writing. You will do conversation about deeper stuff, but he says it's mostly up to him and his own mind. He dislikes burdening you or opening up too much and it's something to respect rather than force him about. If he wants to share a thought, he will. It doesn’t mean he can’t trust you or sucks at communicating (we know that he’s direct). Yoongi simply can’t put that much pain in such few words nor should you alleviate it for him.
Calls from the manager faze Yoongi as much as Jimin is bothered by gravity. If he’s busy kissing your body slow mo, who the hell dares to disturb his worship.
This man had so many let-downs and interpersonal catastrophes in his life, he's super discerning with people. Because he rolls that way, during their first meeting Yoongi uses his psychology certificate on your friends. You see him squint at them, he listens very closely. After they pass the vibe check aka meow radar, he befriends them, too.
Yoongi doodles Grammy trophies everywhere to manifest them.
Yoongi shaves his legs.
All the sex toys he’s ever bought are black. Gotta vibe in style.
He spends ridiculous amounts of time in the studio but he's yours for the remainder of the night, breakfast, and he makes a lavish lunch and dinner.
Um, consider his head parked between your legs. The Hongkong line was not a joke.
Doesn’t mind you squishing his cheeks whenever and for how long you like.
Every other weekend he gets flowers, vouchers, and gifts — not because of fans, they don’t know where his house is, but because he donates so much.
Namjoon often drops by and cleanses the area with his crystals.
Yoongi is a photography major so you can ask him to take professional, ceiling-high black and white shots of you.
Feeding each other food lovingly. Man, this guy got lips.
He set up a library just for you, in the exact historical aesthetic you like the most. Send him the link to any book you want, it's basically in the online shopping cart already. As I said, he wants to make you presents like every week.
Sometimes he sits on the other end studying English videos and vocab while you read. And yes, he's already 95% fluent but pretends being merely intermediate. He knows technical terms even native speakers have never heard of.
He collects pajamas and earrings.
Swears on the phone.
Namjoon being the horniest member is a cover-up story. Yoongi masturbates almost unreasonable amounts of times, by himself and in your arms when going to bed. Not gonna lie, it’s a sight to see his hands at work. He’s almost equally obsessed with fingering you once you ask him.
Yoongi was the one asking you to move in and almost had a nervous meltdown before meeting up with you to tell you just that.
He’s the little spoon and of course a sleeping burrito to hold tight.
Finds you equally attractive in any state or styling. Yoongi practices what he preaches, he always reacts the same and says the same.
Jams out to outrageous beats Namjoon sends him by dancing in the studio. You walk in on him every time. Was embarrassed at first, now you dance along.
Has bought you a life-sized Yoongi pillow and customized you a giant Shooky to hug when he’s not at home over night.
Owned a wine cellar until he quit drinking. Turned it into a piano room instead.
Only you know Yoongi has a serpent and dagger tattoo.
Scrubs the bathroom religiously.
The house smells like restaurant food and his extravagant perfumes half of the time.
Sometimes he has to remind himself he’s married to you and not his coffee machine. He shall be forgiven. You can’t complain that he doesn’t love you enough, nor is he ever not adorable when drinking his latte.
Never wears short sleeves. It can be scorching and he’ll wear a jacket.
Tell him and the cap stays on during sex.
He grows his hair out and puts it in a low bun. The bangs remain.
Yoongi has installed the most fire-proof building in the entire city it seems. That he wanted to be a firefighter when he was young definitely shows. Figures the house has to be protected from heat: His blasting studio music and Yoongi himself are just way too sizzling.
Still melts into a puddle when you kiss his nose.
Couple sunrise watching.
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I Promise || Kai x Reader x Taemin
Summary: You get fired and your hybrid boyfriends don't realize how much your mental health has deteriorated
Warnings: octopus!hybrid!Taemin, wolf!hybrid!kai, fluff, slight angst, poly relationship, your boss is a dick, sexual assault, gore, yandere!kai, yandere!Taemin
Word count: 2465 words
A/n: The lack of Taemin ffs is appalling to me
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You sat in your car as you cried. Tears continued to stream down your face as reality hit you. You were jobless and you could still feel your boss's grubby hands on you.
Two Hours Ago
"Y/n, I can tell you love this job," your boss commented.
"Yes sir, I do. Everyone is so nice and the clients are amazing," you answered.
"I'm glad," he smiled as he got up from his seat.
You felt yourself stiffen but you held your position in front of his desk. He made his way to the front of his desk and leaned against it, he stared at you for a little bit and you could feel yourself growing more uncomfortable by the second.
"Sir," you questioned.
He continued to move towards you and you stayed glued to your spot, not knowing what to do.
"Y/n, I like you very much. How much do you want this job though," he asked as he circled you.
Your eyes stayed fixed to the wall opposite to you, not wanting to give him any more power than he already had.
"This isn't appropriate," you stated as you moved away from him.
He grabbed your hips and led them to his groin.
"Who cares about appropriate," he smirked.
"I do," you said confidently as you shoved him away from you.
You made a beeline for the door.
"Y/n if you walk out that door you will be fired," he called.
You halted and gritted your teeth. Flashes of your beloved hybrids, Kai and Taemin, flowed through your mind. How would you provide for them if you didn't have a job?
You felt your boss creeping closer to you.
"I knew you would make the right choice," he grinned.
Before he could touch you again you bolted out the door. And just like that, you were out of a job.
Present
"Fuck," you cried.
You had held your tears as you drove but now that you were parked you let the tears flow. How could your boss do this to you? He seemed like such a good person.
After a good 15 minutes, you began to get yourself together. The last thing you wanted was your babies worrying about you. You waited an extra 10 minutes so your eyes could return to their normal color, you also sprayed a perfume that would mask your scent and the scent of your boss. Anything to make it seem like everything was alright.
"Okay," you said before clearing your throat.
You tried your voice a couple of times so it didn't seem like you had been crying.
"Let's do this," you sighed.
You left your box of office stuff in your car as to not arouse suspicion from them. You slowly made your way up the stairs to your apartment and you could feel the energy leaving your body. Every step was a fight and halfway through you seriously thought about just falling asleep on the stairs.
As you entered your apartment you could see Taemin and Kai in a cuddling session. As soon as you entered, Kai frowned when he couldn't smell you. Your scent was just not there.
"Y/n! You're back," Kai exclaimed anyway.
"Come join us, baby," Taemin added.
"I really want to but I'm tired. I'm going to take a shower and then go to bed. You guys can order pizza for dinner," you informed.
"And Tae," you started. Taemin gave his attention to you. "Do not even touch the stove."
"Yeah, the last time you practically burned down the entire complex," Kai laughed.
"Kai, this applies to you too," you sighed as you made your way to your room.
Kai pouted as Taemin cracked up. The sound of their laughter was dulled as you dropped all your stuff onto your bed. With a groan, you undressed and grabbed your stuff for a shower.
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"Do you think something is wrong with Y/n," Kai asked Taemin as he cradled the octopus hybrid.
"I don't think so, why?"
"I don't know, something just feels off," Kai explained.
"She did seem tired. I'm sure with a good night's sleep she'll be fine," Taemin rationalized.
Kai nodded in agreement.
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As you scrubbed away the grime and filth you thought about the coming months. You thought about how long it would take to secure another job and how many transitions were to come. You had to tell your boyfriends eventually but, you didn't know how. Then, there was the assault. You wanted to tell them badly but, again, you didn't know how to. Would they think less of you?
"Fuuuuck," you groaned.
You trudged back to your room with a towel wrapped around your body, you quickly put on some underwear and Kai's shirt before crawling under the covers of your bed. Tears began to fall again.
I thought my tear supply was depleted...guess not
Soon you found yourself drifting away.
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"Kai," Taemin called.
"Wha-,"
"Shhh," Taemin chastised as he gestured him over.
Kai snuck up beside him and glanced at what he was pointing at. You. He immediately knew what Taemin was pointing at; you had tear streaks across your nose symbolizing that you had cried yourself to sleep.
Taemin's heart ached for you. He had played off your pain earlier and completely brushed off Kai's suggestion. Kai didn't feel any better than Taemin, he had sensed something off but ignored it. Both of them had been cuddling while you cried yourself to sleep, all alone, with no support.
"Fuck," Kai muttered under his breath.
"I feel so bad," Tae groaned. "We're the worst."
Any other time, Jongin would have made an argument about how he was better but right now he couldn't help but agree with his partner. They were the worst hybrids in existence and even worse boyfriends.
"How can we make it up to her," Kai asked in a hushed whisper.
"I don't know..."
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You groaned and cracked your neck as you got up. Your eyes were almost glued together with eye boogers you had due to crying.
"Eww," you whined as you rubbed your eyes and got up.
"Babe," Taemin called as he peaked his head into your room.
"Hm," you hummed as you were still focused on un-gluing your eyes.
"How are you feeling," he asked as he came and wrapped his arms around you, placing his head on your yours.
"I'm okay," you answered. "Why?"
Taemin stayed silent but tightened his grip on you when he heard your answer.
Why is she pretending with me...Did I do something wrong, he thought.
"Tae," you called again.
"Yeah, no reason," he responded. "Kai, Y/n's up!"
You heard shuffling before Jongin finally appeared.
"Hey Jagi," he said softly.
You could sense their cautiousness but you didn't understand why.
"Guys, did you do something that I don't know about," you asked suspiciously.
"No, why," Kai answered confused.
"I don't know you both are being strange."
"No, we're not," Taemin gawked.
"Okay," you relented. "I'll start on breakfast."
"Actually," Kai interrupted. "We got breakfast."
Taemin moved as Jongin neared you.
"What are you doi-"
Kai bent down and picked you up, sending you into a state of panic.
"Wha-, what are you doing," you squealed, holding onto his neck.
"Just relax," Taemin giggled kissing your cheek.
Kai rounded the corner and entered the kitchen revealing pancakes, waffles, tea, coffee, with an assortment of cookies and candy.
"What's all this," you squealed, still holding onto Jongin's neck for dear life.
"It's your surprise and our apology," Taemin explained.
Jongin set you down on a clear part of the counter and stepped to the side of you, Taemin placed himself on his other side and the atmosphere became heavier.
"We're so sorry baby," Kai sighed.
"Yeah, whatever you felt, it was our responsibility to lift you up and make you happy again," Tae added.
How did they find out?!
Does that perfume not work
No, I've used it before it works, maybe it was my voice. I know my eyes weren't red so it couldn't have been that. What if they could smell me before I sprayed the stuff?! No, Jongin's good but he's not that good.
"Baby!"
"Yeah, sorry, what is this about?"
"You cried yourself to sleep last night," Taemin exclaimed. "Then had the nerve to lie to me about it. Lie to us! Did we do something to make you not trust us or something?"
"No, no," you exclaimed. "No, that's not it. I just-"
"You just what," Kai asked softly.
"I didn't want you guys to worry about me," you sighed, feeling guilt eat at you.
"So, it's okay to cry yourself to sleep," Taemin countered.
You stayed silent, knowing you were in the wrong.
"Why couldn't I smell you yesterday," Kai questioned a little more forcefully.
"I-," you paused knowing how angry Jongin was about to get. "I sprayed a perfume that gets rid of scents."
"You did what," Kai growled.
"I know I-"
"What happened," Kai interrupted. "Whatever must have happened had to have been bad if you sprayed that."
You dreaded what was about to come out of your mouth.
"I got fired," you sighed, stalling.
"What aren't you telling us," Taemin questioned.
"I-My boss-I," you stuttered before taking a deep breath. "My boss, he uh-"
"What did he do," Taemin growled.
Their grips on your thigh were tightening quickly. Tae's tentacles were beginning to reveal themselves and wrapped around your waist.
"He touched you didn't he? That's why you sprayed that shit on yourself," Kai snarled.
He began to rub himself onto you, not liking the idea of your boss's hands on you. Taemin's tentacle's tightened.
"Tae I can't breathe," you gasped.
"You were going to go on and not tell us," Taemin sneered, his tentacles unfurling.
"I was going to tell you, I promise. I just needed to process," you explained.
Kai and Taemin relaxed and realized that you were right. Kai continued to rub his cheek into your neck and Taemin's tentacles stayed around your waist and you had no doubt in your mind that you would find suction marks there later.
"We're so sorry that you had to go through that," Taemin sighed as he nuzzled into the other side of your neck.
"I'm gonna kill him," Kai growled.
Taemin smirked into your neck.
"No," you stated firmly.
Taemin's tentacles lifted you up and sat you on the floor.
"No matter how many times you do that, it will always freak me out. Warn me next time," you demanded.
"Yes ma'am," Taemin giggled.
"Now, donuts," you drooled as you skipped over to the table.
"Y/n."
You turned and faced Kai.
"Promise us that when something makes you feel bad or when someone hurts you, you'll come to us instead of hiding it," Kai demanded.
Taemin nodded and faced you.
"I promise."
"Good," Taemin smiled.
"I'm sorry for betraying your trust," you said as you looked down and fidgeted with the hem of Kai's shirt.
"We forgive you, just don't do it again," Kai demanded.
You nodded and walked towards Kai and Taemin to pull them into your embrace.
"I love you two," you sighed in contentment.
"I love you," they both responded kissing your head.
You kissed Taemin before moving to kiss Kai who lifted you up as your lips connected.
"Mr. Extra," Taemin muttered as he sat at the table.
"I think you need a kiss from me too," Kai smirked making his way towards Taemin.
"No," Taemin said stubbornly.
Jongin bent down to pick Taemin up.
"Kiss me," Jongin demanded.
"Okay okay," Taemin laughed before kissing him lightly.
You giggled as you watched them, falling into a state of contentment that you hadn't felt in a long time. You moved to the couch with a plate of waffles and whip cream and were followed closely by the two hybrids.
"Don't leave us," Taemin whined.
"I'm right here."
"Yes you are," Kai stated as he laid across both you and Taemin.
"And you're not going anywhere," Taemin added.
"Nope."
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Blood splattered across the cement like paint and teeth hit the ground sounding as if a child had just spilled beads.
"Please, what do you want? Money," the man cried.
"Look at him Jongin. This is the man that touched our baby," Taemin laughed.
"Pathetic. Little. Bitch," Kai growled, kicking the man with each word.
Anger welled up in both of them as they watched the man trying to crawl away.
Taemin lifted the man's head by his hair, tilted his head as if he was interested then slammed his head down onto the pavement. Your boss's nose was broken on impact, the sound echoed through the abandoned warehouse.
"How many women have you touched like that and gotten away with it," Taemin asked, disgusted with the "man" before him.
Before the man could answer a crunch could be heard as Taemin bashed his head in once more. Blood glistened on your boss's forehead and oozed from his shattered nose. Drops hit the floor in deafening pitter-patters, bringing a smile to Jongin's face.
"I'm going to make sure that you never set eyes on Y/n again," Taemin sneered. "In fact, you won't leave this building alive."
"Hyung, leave some for me," Kai smiled.
"Of course, jagi," Taemin smirked. "Get up you cunt."
The man stumbled and stood as per Taemin's demand, clutching his abdomen and coughing blood but standing nonetheless.
"Run."
"W-what?"
"I said run," yelled Kai.
"I can't," your boss wheezed as he crumbled, his bruised legs and broken ribs finally taking a toll.
"Kai, we have to finish this up. Y/n will be wondering where we are," Taemin instructed.
"Fine," Kai muttered.
Kai stalked over to your boss and as he did, his nails grew making Taemin shake in anticipation.
"I wish I could drag this out, but our baby is at home and we can't leave her alone for long, unprotected from people like you," Kai growled.
"Please, don't I won't do it again," your boss begged.
"Oh shut up," Kai groaned.
His claws glided through the man's skin creating four jagged slits on his neck that gushed rivers of blood.
"You did such a good job baby," Taemin giggled, kissing the wolf hybrid and enveloping him in his tentacles.
"Thanks," Kai blushed as he kissed the octopus hybrid back. "Do you think that Y/n will be happy with us?"
"I think it's best if we don't tell her. It wouldn't be good if she felt guilty and having it weighing on her, lets keep this to ourselves."
"You're right," Kai sighed.
"I know," Taemin squealed as he slapped Kai's ass.
"You know what, Hyung," Kai started as he ran after Tae not caring about the body that they left behind.
After all, he touched what was theirs, why should they care?
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clandestine. | 04
↳ forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.
◇ jungkook x reader
◇ smut | fluff | brother’s best friend!au
◇ 6.5k [4/6]
notes: we finally have a set chapter count! did this fic really need to be 6 chapters? absolutely not, but here we are! i’m hoping to have this fella finished up in the next month or so, but we’ll see how that goes given my track record. happy new year, everyone!
warnings: a little underedited bc i’m lazy, shower sex!!! mild? exhibitionist tendencies??? reader is dumb and jungkook is slutty, but what else is new 🤷🏻♀️
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“I swear to god, I am going to amputate your arm with a rusty hacksaw if you elbow me one more time.”
Undeterred, your brother prods you again, pouting at you from his spot in the driver’s seat. “I just want another chip, Noona. Don’t be so mean.”
“Are you a baby bird?” you ask in disbelief, gaping at the way he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue. “Seriously, I’m not feeding you. Get your own chips if you want them so badly.”
“But I’ve gotta keep both hands on the wheel,” he replies cheekily. “Ten and two positions, at all times.”
You frown. “Didn’t they change it to nine and three?” Nonetheless, you reluctantly reach into the bag in your lap, pulling out a potato chip and delivering it to his waiting mouth. “Next one’s going straight into your nose,” you warn as he happily crunches down on the snack.
Jimin simply offers you a beatific grin in between chews. “Love you too.”
“Nope, I changed my mind. Next one’s going up your ass.”
Your brother has long since grown used to your threats. “Kinky,” he chuckles as he merges smoothly into the next lane over. The song on the radio shifts into something more upbeat, and Jungkook is quick to start humming along under his breath from his spot in the seat behind you. Within minutes, it’s morphed into a singalong, and the offkey warbling of all seven passengers—no matter how dissonant—is a perfect soundtrack for the remainder of the drive.
The beach, when you arrive, is awash with tourists and locals alike, all clamoring to lay claim to a prime stretch of sand and a decent parking space. Jimin manages to snag a spot just as someone else is pulling out, and the rest of you are quick to disembark and scope out the beach for somewhere to set up camp. Plopping your bag down onto the sand, you rifle through it until you find your sunscreen, mentally patting yourself on the back for buying the spray instead of the cream.
“Can I borrow that when you’re done, Noona?” Taehyung asks, watching you wrench off the cap.
You nod, squinting against the sunlight. “Sure. As long as you help me get my entire back.”
“Deal.”
Flashing him a grateful smile, you shimmy out of your shorts and begin applying sunscreen to your arms and legs. Taehyung peels off his t-shirt, and you spray him down too, making sure to coat his entire back before he takes the bottle and does the same to you.
“I might have gone a little overboard,” he admits once he’s done, capping the bottle and tossing it back into your bag. Warm hands settle onto your exposed shoulder blades, deft fingertips rubbing the excess product into your skin. “There, that should do it. All better.”
“Thanks, Tae.” You turn around and reach out, wiping at a stray fleck of the white lotion on his bicep. “You’ve got a little bit here too, hang on—“
“Mind if I borrow this?”
You turn at the sound of Jungkook’s voice. The dark-haired young man is standing there with your sunscreen in hand, his gaze zeroed in on the way your fingertips linger on Taehyung’s bare skin. Awkwardly, you pull away and nod, hoping that neither of them can hear your heart pounding erratically against your ribcage.
“Yeah. Sure. It’s all yours.”
Jungkook grabs his white t-shirt by the collar, tugging it up and over his head in one smooth motion, and you swallow at the way his taut abdomen flexes as he tosses it aside. “You’ll help me get my back too, won’t you, Noona?”
You nod, moving before he can even finish his sentence. Your feet carry you across the sandy ground on autopilot, and Jungkook exhales audibly as your palms smooth along the golden expanse of his muscular back, dipping down to the waistband of his black swim trunks. Ever since his visit to your bedroom last night, you’ve been itching to touch him—to feel every last inch of him. It’s impossible with your watchful brother and group of nosy friends hovering around though, so you settle for this—rubbing sunscreen into his warm skin while he sprays down his arms and legs.
“Thanks, princess,” he murmurs once you’re done, soft enough so that only you can hear and raising gooseflesh on the back of your neck. “Maybe next time, you’ll let me repay the favor.”
Then Yugyeom is calling his name, and Jungkook sprints down to the shoreline to join his friend in the crashing surf, his face creasing with laughter. Each time he emerges from the waves, droplets cling to his skin like glistening diamonds in the sunlight. It’s impossible to look away from the sight, and your tongue darts out to moisten your lips as you watch water drip off his hair and down his nape, pooling in his collarbones before he shakes his head like a dog and sends it spraying in all directions.
All that sunscreen is going to waste, a tiny voice in your head points out, but it’s hard to worry about that when you’re too busy following the path of the water streaming down past his dusky nipples to the ridges of his abdomen. And it’s almost as if he feels your gaze on him, because he’s suddenly staring right back at you, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips.
“Come on, Noona,” he calls, raking a hand through his drenched hair. “The water’s fine. Don’t make me drag you in.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” you call back, immediately regretting it when something equal parts mischievous and dangerous flashes across his face. There’s a glint in his eye that wasn’t there before, and you back away nervously as he emerges from the waves and saunters toward you. “Jungkook—”
“Yes?” he asks, his voice dropping down into a low purr. “What is it, princess?”
You edge around the towel that you’ve laid out in the sand, as if such a flimsy barrier could stop him in any way. “Just—just don’t dunk me under,” you plead.
Jungkook looks genuinely offended by that. “I would never,” he says, laying a hand over his heart and grabbing yours with his free one. “Now come on—let’s get you wet.”
You groan at the innuendo and try to tug free from his grip, but Jungkook only tightens his grasp, cackling the whole way down to the water.
///
The sun is just beginning to set, streaking the blue sky through with wispy strands of orange and gold, when Jimin raises his hand and declares it dinner time. For the past two hours, you’ve all been engrossed in a very tight three-on-three volleyball match with Jimin serving as referee, and upon hearing your brother’s declaration, Minho looks about ready to chuck the ball into the ocean.
“Dude, are you fucking serious? We’re literally two points from winning!” He gestures wildly at an invisible scoreboard only he can see. “No way we’re stopping here. I refuse on principle.”
“Yeah, I wanna see who the real winner is, too,” Jungkook drawls from the other end of the court, where he’s flanked on either side by Taehyung and Yugyeom. “I mean, we’ve been leading for most of the tournament, so…”
Minho scowls. “And we’re about to win the whole damn thing. Just you wait, Jeon.”
Behind him, you and Taemin exchange helpless glances. It isn’t the first time you’ve seen Jungkook and Minho squabble over the years, and you’re sure it won’t be the last. Both possess a razor sharp competitive streak and a certain pigheadedness that only emerges when it comes to athletic endeavors, and luckily, your brother knows this just as well as you do. Heaving a sigh, Jimin wearily gestures for them to continue, resuming his post at the end of the net. “Fine, fine,” he mutters. “Next point wins.”
On the other side of the net, Jungkook’s eyes narrow. “I’m good with that if you are.”
“Oh, I’m good,” Minho retorts. “It’s our serve. You ready?”
Jungkook smirks. “Bring it on.”
Minho cracks his knuckles and tosses the ball over to you for the serve. “All right then, let’s fucking do this.”
You sigh. Taking a deep breath, you heft up the ball, testing its weight before hitting it smoothly over the net. Yugyeom jumps up to intercept, batting it back over to your side, and Minho attempts to spike it back and into the sand. Unfortunately, Jungkook is too quick, and dives down to bump it back over to you. The back and forth continues like this for a while—you see Jimin boredly scrolling on his phone out of the corner of your eye—and you’re strongly considering calling it quits when Jungkook smashes the ball over the net and into the ground right at Minho’s feet.
“And that’s game,” he declares proudly, raking his sweaty hair off his forehead with a triumphant grin.
“Are you finally done?” Jimin asks, rolling his eyes and pocketing his phone. “Thank god. Can we eat now?”
Jungkook claps him on the back in affirmation, ignoring Minho’s loud, adamant protests that your team still technically won. Together, you head back to where your towels and bags sit in the sand, grabbing bottles of chilled water out of the cooler and fishing for snacks. Jimin pulls a package of hot dogs out while Taehyung rips open a bag of chips, and you follow their lead and grab the hamburger patties and buns. “Huh, I swear I bought ketchup,” you mumble to yourself as you rummage through the half-melted ice in the cooler. “Is it not in here?”
“I have it.” Jungkook materializes at your side, proffering the little red bottle. He’s pulled his white t-shirt back on, the material a stark contrast to his tanned skin, and you silently rise to your feet to take it when a sudden wave of lightheadedness rushes over you and sends the world spinning.
“Whoa,” you gasp, swaying on your feet. “Oh, god.”
Jungkook frowns and drops the ketchup bottle, steadying you until most of your weight is leaned against him. “Noona? Are you okay?”
You swallow, hard, and try to shake the unexpected bout of dizziness away. “I don’t know. Got dizzy, all of a sudden. I think I might have stood up too fast?”
Gently, Jungkook presses the back of his hand against your forehead. “You feel pretty warm,” he murmurs. “Have you had enough water today?”
“I thought I drank plenty, but maybe not,” you admit, and he nods decisively and gestures for you to follow him.
“Come on,” he says. “Let’s grab some water and go somewhere quiet so you can rest. Minho isn’t going to shut up about that match anytime soon, and it’s cooler down by the water.”
You laugh weakly. “We did technically win, you know. We had one more point than you guys.”
“God, not you too,” Jungkook sighs, casting you a playful look over his shoulder as he digs two bottles of water out from the cooler. He uncaps one and hands it over before taking a swig out of his, and you take a grateful sip, relishing in the cool liquid that trickles down your throat.
Nearby, your brother and the rest of the boys have commandeered one of several firepits scattered around the edges of the beach. They’re piling up pieces of driftwood and some of the long, tall sea grass that Taehyung has found, and Jungkook waves at them as he slowly guides you toward the ocean with a hand on your back. “We’re gonna go find some more wood!” he calls, and Jimin raises a hand in acknowledgment before turning back to the firepit.
Water laps gently at your toes as you and Jungkook walk along the shore, washing away all traces of your footprints. The sun dips below the horizon at last, illuminating the sky in one last burst of red and orange and gold that slowly fades into deep purples and blues as night falls. The temperature dips as the moon ascends to her lofty throne, accompanied by a smattering of starry pinpricks. Most of the beachgoers have packed up and left by this point, and here, with nothing but Jungkook’s quiet, familiar presence and the lapping waves, you feel more at peace than you have in a long time.
“You know, I’m really glad I came this weekend,” you say softly, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between the two of you. Your gaze drops down to your toes, fixing your attention on a pearly white seashell that’s sticking out from the wet sand. “I think you were right—I really did need a break from everything.”
“Sorry, I couldn’t quite catch that,” Jungkook says, swirling his pinky in his ear. “Could you say it again? Something about me being right?”
You roll your eyes. “Oh, shut up.”
Jungkook casts a quick look over his shoulder, and when you follow the trajectory of his gaze, you notice just how far you’ve gotten from the firepit where the others are sitting. Darkness has settled over the beach, the sand painted a wan silver from the light of the moon, and you flinch when Jungkook’s hand finds its way around yours.
“Jungkook—” you begin, but trail off when he twines your fingers together and gives your hand a squeeze.
“They can’t see us, Noona,” he murmurs. “Relax.”
Easier said than done, you want to say. Nevertheless, you suck in a deep breath and take another sip from your water bottle, trying to ignore the way Jungkook swings your interlocked hands between you as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“Shouldn’t—shouldn’t we be trying to find more driftwood?” you ask after several long seconds have dragged by. “We need way more if we’re gonna keep the fire going.”
Jungkook hums softly and veers inland, until the sand beneath your feet is dry and starts sticking to your wet toes. You come across a few scattered pieces of wood, dried out by the sun, and tuck them beneath your arm. Likewise, Jungkook gathers a few pieces of his own, hefting them up before reaching out to take your hand once more. His fingers slot all too comfortably into the spaces between yours, and your heart stutters a few times in your chest before plunking down into your churning stomach.
Nighttime has well and truly settled over the beach by the time you and Jungkook start picking your way back over to rejoin the group around the firepit. You pull your hand out of Jungkook’s well before you reach the ring of orange light that the flames cast across the sand, your arm now swinging free at your side and your fingers cold from the loss of his warmth. Silently, you hasten your pace and plop down onto the towel that Jimin has spread out, stretching out your legs toward the fire and wiggling your toes.
“Where have you guys been?” Jimin asks curiously. “You just kinda wandered off.”
“Getting more driftwood,” you reply, gesturing at the small pile you’ve dropped at the edge of the towel. “We told you that’s where we were going.”
Jimin frowns for a few seconds before the memory resurfaces. “Oh, right. I forgot.”
Jungkook snorts and takes a seat beside you, dropping his stack of driftwood on top of yours. “Dumbass.”
“You’re a dumbass,” Jimin retorts.
“You’re both dumbasses,” you sigh.
The fire crackles merrily, sending orange sparks up into the velvety black sky. There’s a grill situated over the flames, loaded with hamburger patties and hot dogs, and you watch as Jimin tears open a bag of hot dog buns and begins to place them around the edges.
“Hey, can you throw me the hamburger buns?” he asks you. “I wanna try toasting them.”
“You’re gonna burn them,” you tell him flatly. Nonetheless, you locate the second bag and toss it over, watching as he makes more room on the grill.
Dinner is a loud, chaotic affair, filled with laughter and conversation and plenty of booze to go around. Jimin has procured a flask of whiskey from somewhere in his clothing—an impressive feat in and of itself, considering he’s only wearing swim trunks and a thin blue t-shirt. You wave him off when he offers you a sip, and he shrugs and throws back a generous swallow himself. Then he offers it to Jungkook, who shakes his head and raises his water bottle. “Designated driver,” he says. “I’m sticking to water tonight.”
Curiously, you glance over at him. “You don’t have to do that. I wasn’t planning on drinking, so I can drive us back.”
“With the way you were looking earlier?” Jungkook fixes you with a look of pure disbelief. “Not a chance. Besides, we’re going back to the real world tomorrow, and the last thing I need is to be hungover. I have to get us back home in one piece, not to mention the entire menu I still have to memorize for work.”
You hum. Jungkook has mentioned his new job a few times—a summer stint working as a server at a new restaurant opened by a family friend named Seokjin. “Right, I remember you saying that. You start on Monday, don’t you?”
“Dinner shift,” Jungkook confirms. “I stole a whole bunch of pens from Junghyun’s room the other day in preparation. Jin said I’d probably end up losing two-thirds of them by the end of the week.”
“That sounds about right,” you tell him with a laugh. “Some guy stole my favorite pen last summer when I was working at that diner on Main. Lesson learned, forever.”
Jungkook laughs. “Yeah, I bet.”
You grin. “But, hey, seriously. If you need me to quiz you on that menu, I’ve got time to spare.”
“Honestly, I might take you up on that offer. I have flash cards, and everything.” He uncaps his water bottle and takes a long sip, his throat bobbing with each swallow, before glancing back over at you. “What about you? You ready for your internship?”
You sigh and offer him a helpless little shrug. “I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready, to be honest. I don’t think I’m going to stop stressing about it until I get through my first day. The entire thing still doesn’t feel real.”
“I get that,” Jungkook hums. “Well, I can imagine it, at least. I won’t pretend to know exactly what you’re going through, since I’ve never had an adult job, but—“ He shrugs a shoulder halfheartedly. “I can kind of relate, I guess.”
“All jobs suck a little bit,” you tell him, and Jungkook lets out a derisive huff of agreement.
“I’ll drink to that,” he says, and the two of you tap your water bottles together before rejoining the conversation with the rest of your friends.
///
The drive back to the lake house is shorter than you remember it being—though that might be because you spend most of it watching Jungkook drive. He steers with one hand slung carelessly over the wheel, his expression relaxed as he sings along to whatever pop hit plays on the radio. Unloading the car is a team effort, though you hear no shortage of complaints from Jimin as he heaves the cooler over the threshold of the house before collapsing atop it in a pile of limp limbs.
“Thanks for leaving me to carry this thing by myself,” he snarks, not even bothering to raise his head. “Really appreciate it.”
“Don’t be a baby,” Taehyung scoffs, tossing a game console at him. “Have a beer and pick something to play. We’re waiting on you.”
You watch as your brother immediately hops up and darts over to join the rest of the boys lounging in the living room, fighting back the sudden wave of exhaustion that washes over you. “I think I’m going to head to bed,” you tell them, hiding a yawn behind your hand. “Goodnight, guys.”
A chorus of goodnights and see you in the mornings rings out in response, and you wave before heading down the hall to your room and into the adjoining bathroom. Your hair is crusty from being submerged in the salty water of the ocean, and a shower to rejuvenate your dehydrated skin is just what you need. Turning on the tap, you wait until it’s flowing warm before stripping out of your clothes and tossing them onto your bed to deal with later. Then you step into the shower and tilt your head back, letting the water stream down your face and soak into your hair.
You’re midway through squeezing a generous dollop of shampoo into your palm when there’s a soft knock on the door. “Noona?” Jungkook’s voice filters through the sound of rushing water, low and lilting like a song. “You left kinda fast. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”
You cap the shampoo bottle and replace it on the shelf, peering out from behind the shower curtain. “I’m fine,” you call, hesitating before you steel your nerves and continue. “You can come in, if you want. I don’t like yelling through the door.”
Slowly, the bathroom door eases open, revealing Jungkook standing in his and Jimin’s shared bedroom. His brown eyes are wide as he takes in the sight before him, and you have no doubt that he’s thinking about just what the palm tree patterned curtain is hiding from his view. Your lip finds its way between your teeth when you notice him shuffle his feet awkwardly for a moment before stepping a little closer to where you’re standing beneath the spray, his mouth opening to speak.
“Join me?”
The invitation slips past your lips, unbidden, but you have no intention of taking it back. Not when Jungkook’s gaze darkens to obsidian at those two simple words, his mouth snapping shut and his hands already reaching for the hem of his white t-shirt. Not when he strips it off in one smooth motion to reveal all the dips and ridges of his abdomen, his skin golden even under the harsh fluorescent bathroom lights. And certainly not when he pulls aside the shower curtain and joins you beneath the spray, his dark eyes appreciatively raking up and down your bare figure.
“Hey,” he says, his voice a low purr.
“Hi,” you respond, reaching out and trailing a fingertip down his chest.
And then you’re dropping down to your knees, your tongue darting out to tease at the tip of his already rising cock. One hand finds its way to his balls while the other traces the line of his pelvic bone, and you smirk when you feel him let out a shuddery breath.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “Someone’s eager.”
You wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, humming, and Jungkook’s fingers fly into your dampened hair. “Oh, fuck. You’re really trying to kill me, huh, princess?” he asks, and you respond by taking a little more of him into your mouth, laving at the vein running along the underside of his length before hollowing your cheeks. Jungkook throws his head back, a deep groan escaping his parted lips, and you preen under his encouragement as he urges you to take him deeper.
You’ve just begun to settle into a rhythm—figuring out exactly how much pressure he likes and what makes his hips buck—when he suddenly pushes you away. “Jung—” you begin, only to have him silence you with a searing kiss, grabbing you around the waist and hauling you to your feet.
“Wanna fuck you properly,” he rasps. His hand finds its way between your legs, experimental fingers sliding through the wetness that’s gathered there, and your cheeks heat up when he brings them to his mouth and licks them clean. “Just let me go grab a condom,” he whispers urgently. “Don’t move a muscle, okay? I’ll be righ—”
You silence him with a hard kiss. “Don’t,” you mumble. “I’m clean. Are you?”
Jungkook nods slowly, his eyes wide. “Does that mean… I mean, are you…?”
“I’m on the pill,” you murmur. “Fuck me raw, Jungkook.”
A sharp gasp escapes you when Jungkook cages you against the cool tiled wall of the shower, the slick surface dampened by the spray from the showerhead. He grabs ahold of your thigh and hoists it up to wrap around his waist, and you’ve never been more thankful for the ugly fish patterned shower mat that your mom insisted on putting down to prevent slipping. Jungkook nestles into the newly created space between your legs, his cock hot and slick against your center, and you keen when he grinds against you in a slow, deliberate motion.
“You feel that?” he rasps into your ear, his breath hot against your cheek. “Feel how hard you get me, Noona?”
“God, Jungkook,” you breathe back. “Just fuck me already, will you?”
His answering chuckle sends a shiver from your toes to your crown. “So needy,” he murmurs, his hand sliding from your thigh to your hip. His mouth seeks out yours as he positions the head of his cock at your entrance, meeting little resistance as he slowly begins pushing inside. Your walls part willingly for him and your lips do too—his questing tongue slipping inside when you moan and beginning his seemingly endless task of mapping out every corner of your mouth.
“God, I forgot how big you are,” you breathe when he bottoms out—the entirety of his hot, heavy length sheathed within your walls. Your head falls back against the tile as he rolls his hips experimentally, a moan that sounds vaguely like Jungkook’s name escaping your lips. Your arms come up to brace on his shoulders as he picks up his pace, but he intercepts one of your hands and twines your fingers together, settling them onto the wall just to the left of your head. His other hand returns to your thigh to keep you stable and spread out for his increasingly harsh thrusts, and you whimper helplessly in his ironclad grip.
“That’s it,” he whispers, groaning when you clench around him. “God, you’re so fucking tight, princess.”
“Fuck me open, then,” you moan back, squeezing his hand and meeting his next thrust with one of your own. Jungkook’s breathing stutters, and you laugh breathlessly at the way his mouth falls open at the spike of pleasure. Emboldened, you grind against him, the spray from the shower easing the movement. “Jungkook, please.”
He chuckles hoarsely. “Careful what you wish for,” he purrs against the shell of your ear, punctuating the warning with a harsh roll of his hips that sends all remaining thought flying out of your head. In this moment, there’s only Jungkook—his dark hair dampened and dripping, the spray from the showerhead slicking his chest and pooling in his clavicle before trailing down each ridge and dip of his honeyed skin. His lips find yours again, and you sigh into the kiss as he begins to fuck you in earnest.
“Hey, Jungkook! You in there?”
Your eyes fly open at the new voice, your body tensing when there are several loud bangs on the door. Jungkook freezes mid-thrust with an expression that can only be described as a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck, his throat bobbing nervously as he fights to find a response. You can practically see the gears whirring in his brain, and shove uselessly at his chest in an attempt to escape his steely embrace.
“That’s Jimin,” you hiss urgently, turning his face toward yours and prodding his cheek until his gaze refocuses. “What the fuck are we going to do?”
“Dude.” Jimin’s voice is laced with irritation. “I wanna brush my teeth! What the hell are you doing in there?”
Jungkook hesitates, glancing between you and the closed bathroom door. Then he inhales deeply, pressing a light kiss to your furrowed forehead before pulling the shower curtain closed, ensuring there are no gaps. “I got you,” he murmurs softly, his brown eyes boring into yours. “Don’t worry, okay?”
Your eyes flutter shut at the gentle pressure of his lips against your skin, but they fly open again when Jungkook breaks away and yells for Jimin to come in. Warm palms slide soothingly down your sides, but that doesn’t stop you from tensing up when the bathroom door creaks open, your brother’s soft footsteps approaching the flimsy palm tree patterned curtain.
“Have you been showering this whole time? Jeez. Leave some hot water for the rest of us, will you?”
Jungkook chuckles. Ever so slowly, he pushes forward until he’s fully seated inside you again, and you do your best to level a glare at him even as pleasure flares at the base of your spine. “There’s plenty to go around,” he says. “Relax.”
You get the distinct feeling that he’s not just addressing Jimin anymore. Jungkook pulls back until only the top of his cock remains nestled in your folds, and you open your mouth to berate him but all that comes out is a low moan when he sinks back inside you in one swift push.
On the other side of the curtain, you hear the faucet turn on. “Man, I can’t believe we leave tomorrow,” Jimin says over the sound of running water. “The weekend flew by.”
“Mmm,” Jungkook hums, brushing a thumb across your clit. The pace he’s set is slow and deep, and is made all the more sensual by the steam that’s steadily building up in the small room. You try once more to push him away—to quell the growing ache between your legs—but it’s all in vain as he chuckles softly into the crook of your neck, his bare shoulders quaking. “I got you, princess,” he murmurs, his voice a wicked little whisper that’s immediately lost in the spray of water. “Just let me take care of you, yeah?”
You don’t have a chance to answer. Jimin starts speaking again, this time accompanied by the sound of toothbrush bristles scrubbing against his teeth. “I’m starting up at the studio as soon as we get back—isn’t that crazy? I mean, I’ve never taught anyone how to dance before. Not really. Not for real.”
Jungkook snaps his hips up so sharply that you nearly mewl in surprise, forced to bite down into his meaty shoulder to muffle the noises that threaten to escape from your throat. “You’re a great tutor, man,” he says, his voice steady even as he resumes his slow, lazy thrusts, his cock dragging along your fluttering walls. “You’ve been helping people with math for, what, two years? What makes you think it’ll be any different with dancing?”
Jimin spits into the sink and sighs. “I don’t know. It’s scarier because there’ll be more people, I guess. Tutoring is one on one, y’know? And at the studio, I’ll have a full class of people watching me. Every single move I make, they’ll be looking at. That’s fucking terrifying to think about.”
Slowly, Jungkook’s hips still, his cock buried to the hilt in your cunt. Your heartbeat drums in your ears, backed by the relentless spray from the showerhead, and Jungkook leans down to plant a wet kiss on your cheek, his hair dripping.
“You’re a great dancer, Jimin,” he says once he’s pulled back and straightened back up to his full height. “Best one I know. You’re also one of the smartest people I know, but right now, you’re being really fucking dumb.”
There’s a clatter that sounds like a plastic toothbrush being dropped into the sink, and Jimin lets out an affronted squeak. “Hey!”
Jungkook just chuckles, his shoulders quaking. “It’s true,” he says easily. “Seriously, man. You don’t have a thing to worry about. You’re gonna kick ass out there, and your class is gonna be awesome. You’re already, what, almost maxed out on the number of registrants? You’re already killing it.”
Your brother lets out an unintelligible grumble on the other side of the shower curtain, but you can still hear the smile in his voice no matter how hard he tries to mask it. “All right, you fucking sap,” Jimin says at last, his soft footsteps padding toward the door. “Hurry up and get out of there, yeah? You’re really gonna use up all the hot water.”
The door clicks shut behind him, and you immediately smack Jungkook in the middle of his stupidly toned chest. “Oh my god!” you hiss. “Are you kidding me right now, Jeon? We could’ve been caught!”
“But we weren’t,” Jungkook replies easily, shaking his dampened hair out of his face and fixing you with an indolent little smirk. “So why don’t you be a good girl and cum for me now?”
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The next morning brings with it a whirlwind of frenzied packing, and you mentally congratulate yourself for preemptively gathering all of your belongings together last night. Minho is wandering every last inch of the house with a piece of half-eaten toast dangling from his mouth, and you can hear Taehyung in the distance asking if anyone’s seen his strawberry body wash. Jungkook is seated on the floor near the front door, his brows furrowed and his lower lip jutting out in a pout as he fights to close the zipper of his suitcase.
“Got it!” he exclaims after a few seconds, triumphant. “Where’s your stuff, Noona? I’m gonna load the car.”
You begin to stand up from your spot on the couch. “It’s in my room, let me go get—”
Jungkook is on his feet and halfway down the hall before you can even finish your sentence. He returns a moment later with your luggage in tow, shooting you a grin and a wink as he passes by. “I got you, princess,” he murmurs. “Remember?”
Of course you do. You remember like it was yesterday—because, well, it was yesterday and you haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. You remember the moment you shared at the beach and the way his hand felt so right wrapped around your own. You remember the way you’d dropped to your knees for him so readily in the shower last night. And you definitely remember the way he’d fucked you afterward—slow and deep in the best possible way, even with your brother’s untimely interruption.
After what feels like an eternity, both cars are finally packed and ready to go. You bid goodbye to the boys who are riding with Jimin, promising to stay in touch, before climbing into the passenger seat of Jungkook’s beat-up sedan. Jungkook himself is already lounging behind the wheel, his sunglasses perched low on his nose as he fiddles with his phone. He looks up at your entrance and flashes you a smile, tapping his screen a few more times before holding it up so you can see.
“I changed your contact photo,” he says. “Like it?”
You peer at his phone, and something in your chest clenches when you see the photo he’s selected. You’re on the beach beside the volleyball net, illuminated by the setting sun. The sky is streaked through with pink and orange behind you, but through some editing magic, Jungkook has made it so that you are glowing even brighter in the foreground—with laughter etched across your face and the wind in your hair. It’s a beautiful photograph, and you tell him so, unable to contain the dangerously warm affection blossoming in your chest.
“I love it,” you say. “I usually don’t like having my photo taken, but wow. You have a talent for this.”
Jungkook’s smile grows. “I have a pretty muse,” he replies, and your cheeks warm.
The door to the backseat opens with a bang, and you nearly jump out of your skin at the sudden sound. “Yo,” Yugyeom says, plopping down and buckling his seatbelt. “We ready to roll?”
Jungkook scowls and puts his phone back into his pocket. “Careful with the door, man. I need this thing to last through the summer.”
Yugyeom puts his hands up in apology, and Jungkook turns back to face the front, starting the ignition with a flick of his wrist. The engine sputters to life, and Jungkook waits for Jimin to pull out first before following after him, tailing the van out of the driveway and onto the winding road that will take you back into the city.
“Music?” you ask, gesturing at the stereo.
“Go for it,” Jungkook replies. “You want my phone so you can put on the roadtrip mix?”
“Sure.”
With the help of the upbeat music and Jungkook’s tendency to drive just a touch over the speed limit, you make it to the winding roads of Yugyeom’s neighborhood in what must be record time. “You missed the turn,” Yugyeom says lazily from where he’s sprawled across the entire backseat. “Turn left here—we can circle around and approach from the other side.”
Two more turns and a descent down a steep hill later, Jungkook manages to successfully drop Yugyeom off at his house. The drive across town takes no time at all, and before long, you’re cruising into your neighborhood, coasting past Jungkook’s driveway and straight into yours.
“Looks like we beat Jimin back,” you remark, looking at the empty spot where the van usually sits.
Jungkook hums. “Makes sense. He has more people to drop off.”
“Mm. Yeah.”
The sudden awkwardness that falls doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Clearing your throat, you reach for your purse, grabbing it from where it’s fallen to the ground near your feet. “I guess I’ll see you around then,” you begin, turning to open the door.
A strong hand wraps around your wrist, forcing you back into your seat. “Is that it?” Jungkook asks, and there’s an edge of something you can’t quite place in his voice. “Are you gonna go back to pretending like there’s nothing between us?”
You shake him free. “There isn’t anything between us,” you whisper. “We’re not on vacation anymore, Jungkook. We’re back home. Back to real life. We can’t do—whatever it is that we’ve been doing.”
“But you’re attracted to me,” Jungkook growls. “You like me. So why do you keep running away?”
A sigh escapes you. “Jungkook, it doesn’t matter if I like you or no—”
He interrupts before you can even finish your sentence. “Yes it does. It’s the only thing that matters.” And then he’s pulling you into his chest, taking advantage of your skewed sense of balance, and crushing his mouth to yours.
This kiss is different from the others you’ve shared so far. It’s hungry and passionate, and yet it’s tinged with something else—something that feels strangely akin to desperation. Jungkook kisses you with urgency, and it’s so raw and unbridled that it steals the very breath from your lungs and leaves you lightheaded.
Jungkook doesn’t say a word when he pulls away. Instead, he reaches down, popping the handle that opens the trunk and stepping out to pull your suitcase from within. Silently, he presses the handle into your hand.
And then he’s turning—climbing back into his car and leaving you with nothing but the memory of his lips and a whirlwind of thoughts in your mind.
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Saying Goodbye When He Enlists ~ Lee Taemin
“There’s no need for you to be so scared, things will be alright.”
Whilst Taemin’s head nodded, a small part of his heart still didn’t feel as if it could agree with what you’d say. Tears had failed to stop falling for quite some time, frequent snuffles came from beside you, holding onto the last few hours he’d get to spend at home, with you.
His enlistment was something you always hoped you could put off forever, but when his letter came through, you know what he had to do. Even though you’d been able to come to terms with things, Taemin was still terribly distant from his new reality.
“I don’t know any different from the life I live now,” he whispered across to you, bringing his hand out from underneath the duvet. “I’m not used to change, not used to being away from home, from you, it’s all too much.”
You brought your own hand out, wiping the droplets of tears that streamed down his cheeks before intertwining your hand in with his. “This is a change no one wants, but it’s what’s got to be done.”
The two of you had waved off the three members before, not to mention several other of Taemin’s friends in the company too. Each time, you’d always pick up on how much he’d shut himself off, especially so when you recently said goodbye to Baekhyun too.
“I’m just glad I don’t have to go into the army, violence isn’t really for me,” he giggled, trying to settle himself as best as he could, “Kibum said the music is insane.”
“I have to admit honey, the last thing I could ever picture you with is a gun,” you teased, tilting your head to look across at him, “you’ll love being part of the band, Kibum looked as if he had a ball.”
“It’s not quite the same though, is it? This year has been such a high, the group, and with the solo album too. I won’t have what I’m used to, I have to adapt, I’ve not had to adapt for years,” he huffed, closing his eyes in frustration.
A soft sigh came from you, moving your free hand across to run over the top of his hairless head. “You always knew that you’d have to adapt at some point, and you never know, a change of environment might end up doing you the world of good.”
“But adapting doesn’t include you, who knows when you’ll be able to come and visit or if I’ll be able to take holiday and come home? The rules are still pretty strict,” he vented, opening up his eyes to look back across at you, allowing you to see the dear in his eyes.
Enlistment as a whole terrified Taemin, but what terrified him the most was the fear of being without you. Through everything over recent years you’d been supporting him, especially without his other members, and now he had to stand on his own two feet.
When you didn’t respond, Taemin spoke up once again, silence being the last thing he needed. “How will I know that you’re alright when I’m not here with you.”
Although calling Korea home was a little difficult for you, with your family miles away, you saw yourself nowhere else whilst Taemin enlisted. All three of the boys, and several members of SuperM too, had promised to rally around you and be there for you.
“I guess I’ve just got to be as strong as you do, right?” You smiled, leaning across to press a kiss against his cheek, “we’ve just got to get through this together.”
Miles might be separating you, but that didn’t change how close the two of you are. A lot was going to change, which you seemed to understand more than Taemin, but this wasn’t a forever thing, as you continuously had to remind yourself.
“As soon as I get out, you know I’m never going to let you go again,” Taemin mused, sliding his arm underneath your lower back, pulling you closer into his side. “I won’t ever spend a second without you in my company and make up for all the lost time.”
“I think you’ll get pretty sick of the sight of me as soon as you get out,” you chuckled, “you’ll be too used to not seeing me, I bet that you won’t even miss me after a while of being at camp.”
His head shook instantly, refusing to let you think such thoughts. “I can’t even begin to describe to you how much I’m going to miss you. Even if the camp is the best thing in the world, I’ll still be thinking of you and how much better it would be if you were there. The second I leave that camp; I’ll never be without you again.”
“I know that you’re worried, but I know you’ll enjoy yourself,” you reminded him, “as long as you promise that you’ll give it time.”
His head nodded, holding onto the promise that he’d made to you, “what about you though? Will you enjoy yourself without me here to brighten every single day?”
Your eyes rolled at the wide smirk that was on his face, “it’ll be hard,” you teased, “but I reckon I might just end up surviving. Kibum’s told me I can pop round and see Comme Des and Garcon anytime that I like, and Jinki’s promised me front row seats to his new show.”
A gulp ran down his throat, relieved that he had such incredible friends who will be there for you. “Just remember whenever you’re with them, that I’m still your favourite member of SHINee.”
“Yes, you’ll always be my favourite member of SHINee Tae,” you acknowledged, resting yourself further into his shoulder, “there’s one thing I have been thinking about recently though, how good you’re going to look in a uniform.”
“I remember on our third date you told me how you liked a man in uniform,” he reminisced, “and now you’re finally going to get your hands on one.”
You could hear the laughter in his voice as he spoke, if nothing else, he knew he was about to take your breath away in his red jacket and smart trousers.
“Maybe you can make me one more promise, when you get discharged, you make sure that uniform comes home with you, just for the future, something to look back on.”
“Are you really going to convince me that’s why you want me to keep it?” He challenged.
“Well, it would be nice for you at least.”
“If it’ll make you happy, I’ll bring back every single piece of uniform I collect,” he smiled, “and then, when I never leave your side again, which I’ll make sure happens, I can talk you through it all and share all of the stories I have and the memories I’ll have made in camp.”
“I’m already looking forward to that time Tae.”
“Me too, even if there are a few months to go just yet,” he whispered, pressing a kiss against the top of your head. “If I promise you this, can you promise me another thing too?”
“Of course.”
Tae’s hand rested under your chin, pulling your eyes up to meet his. “Promise me that you’ll wait for me, I don’t think I could come home knowing you weren’t here.”
“I’ll wait, I promise, always.”
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This isn’t ok
Honestly,was it always like this?
Am I changing or are the fans changing too?
Are these only post-PTD fans who got used to shallow content that they don’t really have a sense of what’s important and what not? Kids who think they have to be foot soldiers,there on duty to push streams,cheer on BTS no matter what they do,and make edits as fast as they can? Because this,this isn’t enjoying any of it.
Why is a magazine photoshoot (ooh they look hot? boringggg. idgaf) and a selca on the same level with a song,now. A really good song. (maybe it got less attention bc it sounds too much like 2kids by Taemin? but it don’t think it’s that ). Because there are no streaming goals? Because it has no editing and meme potential? No “prod SUGA” label to brag about?
Super Tuna was awesome btw and I’m still thanking Jin for that,cause it got me out of a dark place,but it had that viral TikTok hit potential. Taehyung’s song doesn’t.
You can’t do anything with it except listen to it while you go outside for a drive,or just let it keep you company through whatever you’re going on in your life. I woke up,scrolled through insta,saw TH’s story,and just..felt happy,and that’s such a rare happening these days. What more is there to it?
Well,I should have stopped there. I went to see how the other armys were affected by it...
...unfortunately,my dumb brain works the exact same way,so I get it. I need to complete tasks. I need checklists and schedules and to know what everyone else is doing and to follow the rules,or I feel like I’m sinking. I fucking get the need to “do this properly and seriously”. Which is why I’m obsessing over others tweets instead of enjoying the song myself.
Sometimes just letting go and enjoying things is hard. But that’s what art is for,to get you OUT OF THAT MINDSET. So why are we just completing bingo cards and ticking checklists now,about the kind of things that are supposed to make you feel something?? If everything is on the same level to you,are you even moved by any of it? You don’t have to like every IG post,react to everything,love everything equally. There’s no point to any of it then.
I guess the reason I made this rant is because I saw a comment or tweet,can’t remember,saying something along the lines of “it was less chaotic during the concerts than now with their instagram posts”...
And that’s so true..It really looks like the priorities have shifted. The concert was supposed to be the most important part of all the content we got this year. But it just feels like it came and went,and the main point of it was how funny BTS were each night and not the actual performances. Seeing how people react to the IG content like it’s too much,when in fact it’s literally nothing but a couple of pictures and videos and a half of a song,just makes everything look so shallow now. How is ON performed for the first time in front of the public,or Dis-ease,for only the second time on a stage,ever,not a cultural reset,but BTS learning to use IG or a Taehyung and Jungkook selca is?
If it’s like really like that,other than memes and the ship wars,on one side,and sense of duty and responsibility on the other,what is going to be left after a while?
I actually like the content we got:their timelines,Taehyung’s song,Yoongi’s verse on the Juice WRLD collab,now even Season’s Greetings. I’m full for two weeks now. I just want to share and talk about each of those things,enjoy them,give them the attention they deserve. But tomorrow there’ll already be something else. Because this is a job now,and no one can stop. See content,react to content,move on fast to new content. I thought I was just slow and didn’t get it,but they are not enjoying it either. JUST FUCKING STOP then. It’s an insult to both BTS and you. Pick one thing and react to it.
There is so much happening,but do you even have something special left for yourself? Anything you will remember fondly? Just be alone with BTS for a little.
(It’s a rant so I’ll probably think the opposite in 2 business days but whatever,I want to get used to posting these kinds of things. If anyone reads this,feel free to disagree.)
Army go listen to Fire or something. It really shows you were born and raised on a diet of PTD &Butter.
Yeah,I’m aware that BTS aren’t doing any better themselves at the “relax and chill” part,except for Jin. You are me,I am you~ applies to BTS and Army too. But they’re working for their own dreams.You’re here not sleeping because you’re waiting for Bam pics.
#this rant applies to me too#bts#bts on instagram#kim namjoon#kim seokjin#min yoongi#jung hoseok#park jimin#kim taehyung#jeon jungkook#bts army#rant#i want actual content#and reactions like this#are making complex content harder to get#because fans are just pleased with everything#and consume anything we're given#give me another daechwita dammit#another fake love#another young forever#idgaf about bts dressed in luxury brands that cost more than 3 years worth of rent#i care about their ig pics#but not to that extent
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MAGIC SHOP | JJK (07)
Description: You and Jungkook were best friends who were in love with each other. What would happen when Soojin, your half sister who you’re trying to impress, told you she’s in love with Jungkook too?
Alternatively:
“Would you believe me if I said that I was scared of everything too?”
Genre: childhood best friends to lovers, family drama, angst, fluff, idiots to lovers, pining, slice of life au.
Pairing: Architect!Jungkook x Architect!Reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: homophobia (Tae’s family is insisting he can’t be gay)
SERIES: CHAPTER 6 | CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER’S OST: Fix You covered by BTS
When you try your best, but you don't succeed
You closed your eyes the moment you heard the first line of the song.
When you get what you want but not what you need
Your heart was thumping, unable to bottle up the emotions that had been eating you for months now.
One year and seven months, to be exact.
You left Seoul, your hometown, nineteen months ago.
"Why can't we just eat at home?" Taehyung groaned, clearly not happy with how things were going right now.
You shrugged because you also didn't know why Yoongi and Jimin decided to have dinner at Per Se, a fine dining restaurant, tonight.
Did they forget that you and your brother were broke? The both of you couldn't live life like you once did in Korea.
Life in the city that never sleeps was different. You still had a job, but you were no longer an architect, deciding that it was best to pursue graphic designing instead.
You worked from eight to five pm in an office now. Gone were the days you visited construction sites. What you created at your current job were images, logos and even diagrams.
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
You loved your job, unfortunately your compensation was not enough to keep you going, making you feel like you were:
Stuck in reverse
Your salary was barely enough to cover your rent and utilities expenses. Jimin, your roommate, knew this so he lent you his car, the same car Taehyung was driving at this moment.
You didn't want to borrow your roommate's car at first, but Jimin insisted, saying that he had a new car and that he didn't know what to do with the old one.
Jimin didn't want to sell it. He was a very sentimental person and the car was actually a gift from his parents.
So he let you use it. You were special to Jimin. He wouldn't mind that you and your brother were using something that he loved.
"Fuck it. I'm going home," Taehyung announced, suddenly turning right.
Your eyes widened, ready to scold him.
But you didn't. Now when—
And the tears come streaming down your face
—he was crying.
You gasped, but you quickly pursed your lips into a thin line. You also looked outside the window of the car, refusing to look at your brother.
You didn't want him to feel like you were prying or that you felt bad for him. No. Taehyung didn't appreciate empathy. For him, it was just the kinder version of pity.
He didn't need you or anyone to feel bad for him as it would only make him feel like his decision was wrong.
When you lose something, you can't replace
When Taehyung moved back here in New York, he lost something that he could never replace: his family in Seoul.
You remembered why your brother lost contact with the Kims. It happened almost two years ago.
"I'll just change," was your excuse so that you could get out of the dining area and also because you knew Jungkook would follow you.
You had to talk to him.
You had to remind him again not to tell anyone in your family that you and him were dating.
You thought it would only be for the meantime; however, you changed your mind after your father explained why he wanted Soojin and Jungkook to get married.
It was for Castle, the company your mother, Taemin, and Jong-in all built together.
How could you let the empire fall?
Apart from this, you saw how Soojin looked at your boyfriend. She loved him. Maybe more than you could ever love Jungkook.
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
You didn't want Jungkook's love to go to waste. You didn't deserve him. He deserved Soojin, someone who could love him dearly.
"Jungkook, as we are saying—" Sin-ae tried to open the conversation again the moment you disappeared from the scene.
Your best friend cut Sin-ae off though. You were right. Jungkook was going to follow you.
"W-Wait! Jungkook! Where are you going?" Sin-ae panicked, getting up so she could follow Jungkook.
Sin-ae could tell that this situation was starting to upset her daughter. Soojin was gritting her teeth, tears filled her eyes.
"Mom. Let Jungkook be." Taehyung said, stopping Sin-ae from running after your best friend. He just knew Jungkook's going to go to you. You and him clearly needed some time alone.
"No. I still have something to say to that boy!"
"It can wait." Taehyung clenched his fist. "I have something to say to you too. It can't wait."
"What is it?"
Taehyung had the undivided attention of his mother now. Admittedly, every member of his family was focused on him, waiting.
Taehyung gulped.
It was now or never.
"I'm gay."
Could it be worse?
Was telling his family about his sexual orientation the worst thing that could happen tonight?
Maybe.
It was the worst because he didn't think this through. It just happened. It was the only way he could think of to stop them from meddling with your relationship with Jungkook.
"You're what?" Taemin's jaw ticked, eyes turning dark as he turned to his third born son.
Lights will guide you home
Taehyung's heart skipped a beat. He was nervous but he didn't regret anything. He was certain that the truth would guide him towards light.
And ignite your bones
He would be free after this night.
"Taehyung..." Sin-ae held onto the head of the chair, grasping for support. She felt like she was going to faint.
This night was stressing her out so much.
"A-Are you sure? I-I..." Sin-ae swallowed hard. She was shaking. Soojin caressed her mother's hand.
"What if you're just confused? Have you dated women before—"
"Yes. I dated seven women. All didn't work out."
"B-But..." Sin-ae tried speaking again, however she trailed off.
Taehyung shrugged upon seeing her mother's expression. He continued eating his food as if nothing happened.
"Sorry it came out of blue. I didn't want to shock you, but seeing how this dinner turned out, I didn't really have a choice but to tell you."
"What do you mean by that?" Namjoon creased his forehead, he obviously didn't like what his younger brother was implying.
"Well, it seems to me that you all know about the engagement party, but you still didn't budge even when it's clear that Jungkook doesn't want to marry Soojin."
Taehyung shrugged before speaking again.
"I don't want to go through the same thing, I guess? I don't want you all to suddenly force me to marry some rich girl. But! If it's a rich guy, I might just agree—"
"Kim Taehyung!" Taemin's voice was like a thunder when he cut off what his third born son was saying.
And I will try to fix you
"Stop your nonsense right now!" Taemin shouted, as if it was going to fix something, as if shouting would suddenly change Taehyung's preference.
"Ouch, dad!" Taehyung pouted, clutching his chest. "Don't be mean. This is not nonsense. This is me telling you the truth about myself..."
The third born son was trying to joke around, thinking that it would at least calm his family.
"I like boys, dad. I let them do me—"
Taemin abruptly stood up. He was holding a table knife, ready to attack Taehyung.
"I said shut up!"
"Yeobo!" Sin-ae hugged her husband.
Seokjin and Namjoon stepped up too, protecting their brother.
"Father, you are overreacting." Seokjin said, hiding Taehyung behind him.
"My son tells me he's a faggot and you're telling me to calm down, huh, Kim Seokjin!?"
"There is nothing wrong with being gay, father. What's wrong is harming people just because of their sexuality." Namjoon said this, touching the hinge of his eyeglasses to stop it from slipping down his nose.
Taehyung's brothers never defied their father, but they would never stand still if Taemin did something to hurt any member of their family, except you. Seokjin and Namjoon didn't care about you.
"It's okay, hyung. You don't have to defend me." Taehyung smiled at his brothers before switching his gaze at Taemin.
"Tell me, father. If I don't 'stop this ‘nonsense,' what would you do to me?"
"I will disown you." Taemin snarled, pushing Sin-ae away from him. "You won't receive anything from me."
"Ah, you will disinherit me. I see..." Taehyung smiled, though his heart was breaking apart. "Okay, then. I will make things easier for you."
"Yah! Kim Taehyung, what are you talking about?" Soojin glared at her brother. She wanted to slap him. He was being stubborn!
"Well, father can't disinherit me, his legitimate heir, just because he wants to. But like what I've said, I'm gonna make it easy for him." Taehyung slightly raised his shoulders. "I'm disclaiming my inheritance. I'd rather be broke than have a homophobic father."
Taemin was about to attack Taehyung, but Sin-ae hugged him once more.
The corner of Taehyung's mouth quirked up as he placed his car keys and card on the table, a proof that he would not take anything from his father anymore.
"Don't worry. I will also pay back everything you spent on me since I was a child." Taehyung bowed down. "Thank you for everything. Goodbye."
And high up above or down below
You blinked back to reality after remembering the reason why Taehyung left his family. The way he told you that story made you feel like you were there when it happened.
But you weren't.
You were busy breaking your own heart.
When you're too in love to let it go
You went straight out of the mansion after mumbling an excuse to your family.
"Hey..." Jungkook followed you, grabbing your wrist.
"I told you not to tell them." You twisted your hand, a not so subtle way of asking him to let you go. His palm was hot, but it was causing you to shiver. You didn't want to be touched by him.
"I didn't—"
"You almost did." You snarled, becoming more frustrated as time passed. "You broke your promise to me."
"Tiger..." Jungkook called softly, trying to hold your hand again.
You walked away, as if you were too scared to stand closer to him. You were. You didn't trust yourself when you were around him. It was like you wanted to just bury your face in his neck. You knew Jungkook felt that way too, but he shouldn't. You shouldn't.
You were in the territory of the Kims. All of them wanted Jungkook to marry Soojin. They would most likely scowl if they saw you being intimate with your 'best friend.'
"I'm sorry..." He said, still following you.
You were headed to the garden of the mansion. No one really went here at night. There were just too many mosquitoes here.
"I won't break my promise again." He said softly. Jungkook was trying to catch your gaze.
You avoided it.
You couldn't look at him as you said "of course it won't happen again. You can't say something that isn't true anymore."
"What do you mean?"
But if you never try, you'll never know
"I'm breaking up with you, Jungkook."
"What?" He was breathless. Your cruel words knocked out the air out of him.
"You heard me." You said simply, still avoiding his gaze. Do not look at him or you'd break, you reminded yourself.
"Y-You're kidding, right?" And he still couldn't believe what was happening.
No. This couldn't be true. He just had you. He was just starting to show you how much he loved you. Why were you pushing him away again?
This wasn't fair.
"You're engaged, Jungkook. To my sister." You gritted your teeth, looking down at your feet. You could see a mosquito sucking your blood there. It hurt.
"You know I don't joke around when my sister's happiness is at stake—"
"What about your happiness?" Jungkook cut you off. And mine?
"I'm happy when Soojin is happy, when my family is happy."
"What about me?" His voice was so small when he asked this, like he was ashamed and hurt. "Am I not your family too?"
Your stomach churned. Your tears fell, you saw your teardrop hitting the mosquito sucking at your foot.
Your foot hurt. Your foot itches.
You were focusing on the wrong things. You complained about the wrong things.
Your heart hurt. But you didn't care.
Your foot. It itched.
Just what you're worth
"You are." You blurted out after a few moments of silence. Would it feel good to scratch your foot?
"That's why I'm ending this. I don't want to hurt you any further..."
You're not hurting me Jungkook was about to say this. You didn't give him a chance to speak though.
"I can't love you, Kook..."
Lights will guide you home
They said lights would guide someone home. Lights helped people see. It helped them so that they wouldn't stumble in the darkness, into something they couldn't possibly fight.
For the longest time, Jungkook believed this. He thought you were his light, guiding him—leading him towards home.
Home was supposed to be safe and it should bring comfort—this was what Jungkook longed. A home.
And ignite your bones
A home full of love, laughter—just things that would ignite his bones, that would make him thank the Maker for giving him life.
"Why not?" Jungkook managed to ask even though he was breaking inside.
All he could think about was your cruel words.
I can't love you, Kook...
I can't love you, Kook...
I can't love you, Kook...
It meant he was hard to love, right? He was hard to love despite the fact that he was trying his best. He was good. So good—too good, but it wasn't enough.
There was no home to come to.
Your foot still itches.
"Because I'm broken." You were stupid to think that you could fill his heart with love.
Love didn't work like that.
Jungkook shook his head violently. He knew you didn't want him to touch you, but he did.
He couldn't stop himself.
He took your face into his hands, feeling your skin. He was touching you like he was making sure you were real.
"And you can't love someone when you're broken."
His response was instant.
"Then let me try to fix you." He said this as if it was easy.
You cackled. This was better than sobbing.
"Too bad..." You finally had the courage to meet his gaze. You looked at him dead in the eyes, saying this: "Because I don't want to be fixed."
Jungkook was right.
You were his light.
You were his light, but you weren't going to guide him home.
You were the light that was going to blind him.
"Goodbye, Jungkook." You smiled.
And then you walked away.
This time Jungkook didn't follow you, but aside from this nothing else changed—well except that you weren't looking down anymore.
You looked up, remembering that when you kissed Jungkook for the first time, the moon and the stars were there to witness it.
The moon and the stars were still here.
This time they witnessed how you broke Jungkook's heart.
Damn. Your foot still itches.
#jungkook fluff#jungkook angst#ficswithluv#jungkook x reader#jungkook x y/n#armywriterssupport#jungkook x you#bts fic
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Hey love, hope you're having a nice day
My mom strongly believes Taemin has a thing for using some sort of element to cover his head in most of his MVs. Obviously we're both too dumb to catch the symbolism (if any) so I thought why not ask someone who knows?
So what do you think? Is there any deep reason behind the head bags or is it just an aesthetic thing?
anon!!!! mwah!!! i'm having a better day because you sent this in!!!!
your mom is right, taemin absolutely has a thing for covering his head, specifically his face! you can see masks and/or veils (under the cut):
in the hit the stage performance of sayonara hitori
in the offsick concert teaser
in the nippon budokan performance of i’m crying
in the move mv here (there are several shots from this scene), and here
in the want mv here
there’s a quick shot of him pulling off a veil in criminal
and of course, advice. and again.
also some other images:
1. from the ngda act 1 promo photos
2. from the 2kids promo photos
3. from the move album scans
4. the cover of ngda act 2 messiah version
5. an actual bag over his head in the criminal mv
6. from the most recent short vcr in the ngda beyond live
7. from the sayonara hitori album scans
this is not an exhaustive list because i know i’ve missed some; i'm 80% sure there was a mask with the red outfit in the ngda act 1 scans but this is enough examples i think to show that it’s definitely deliberate. and i'm not even bringing up all the times he physically covers his face with a body part or it’s obscured through an effect, because then we gotta talk about the famous choreography, the idea choreography, the just me and you vcr, and countless promo photos and album scans from essentially every era in his entire solo career.
the backbone of the kpop industry in its current state is the idols' faces. human nature has proven time and time again that the easiest way to catch an audience is through a pretty face (by whatever the standards are at the time), and in an industry built on militant commercialism, of course the emphasis is going to be on those faces. you can see it in every bit of content. turning physical albums into mass collectibles, with multiple versions, giant photobooks, photocards. an idol’s face IS their uniform. when an idol doesn’t want to be seen, what's the first thing they do? cover their face. (and people still take pictures of them anyways). i’ve seen countless times on vlives and ig lives where an idol is wearing a mask and there will be a stream of “show us your face <3”’s until they do. their face is their brand. every decision a stylist, a publicist, a company makes is to optimize exactly how beautiful they can make their idols look, because that’s by and large what the fans want. obviously it's a product of the larger trend in unattainable beauty standards fueled by social media, but i'm not going to talk much about that, because it's a lot. if you’ve followed me for long enough (probably just for more than a few days tbh, since i talk about it constantly), you’ll have noticed that i'm a huge proponent of ‘ugly’ hair trends, and i'm a huge proponent of ugly styling in general. when idols have to be fashion models as well as inhuman performing machines, you’re setting them up to everything that plagues that industry as well, which means massive complexes about their faces and bodies, in the most mild of terms.
‘ugliness’ has freedom in it. part of the reason why i’ve gone extra insane for advice as a whole is because it IS ugly. taemin’s extensions ARE awful. his hands are blackened and dirty the whole mv, and so are portions of his body. he’s visibly flaunting his real tattoos*, which are still deeply stigmatized in the east. we see him get in a car crash. in arguably the most flattering/conventionally attractive outfit, he’s got heavy mascara tear tracks. the song isn’t particularly melodic, the choreography is childish and jerky, the lyrics directly call out the people that treat him like an object. and of course, the mask. all of these are cracks in the facade, confronting us, on purpose, with the crumbling of his perpetually pretty, perfect persona. he's hurt, he's angry, he's got his hands deep in the grime of living in the public eye that the public refuses to see, and now he's going to smear it all over himself until you DO see it. at the end of the mv his triumph is not that he washes himself clean, but that he paints overtop. gesso on an old canvas; a fresh start, but fundamentally informed by the things underneath.
taemin uses masks as a way to deface himself. both in the literal sense of removing his face from the equation but also in the synonomic sense of the destruction, the obliteration, the vandalization of himself. of his brand. known as sm’s pretty boy since he was 14, who is he if he doesn’t have his face?
as a general device the masks are an entreaty to address him on his own artistic merit. but they do often have specific meanings within their contexts. in the i’m crying performance it is to remove himself as an entity all together; he is anonymous now, an unseen narrator to the performers on stage.** in move and want it’s for emphasis on his body; proof that he can still ensnare you with his limbs alone. pulling off the veil/reversing it back on in criminal as a revealing/concealing of the two sides of himself on display in the mv. the literal suffocation of one of those sides with a plastic bag. the voice in idea says ‘you are my messiah,’ but the cover of the album denies confirmation of that identity.
there’s more to be dug into here, especially with the ngda act 2 photos but i’d have to go back through my catholic iconography notes again and this would be a lot longer than it already is. i’m also looking at this from a western perspective, there are undoubtedly double meanings specific to a korean context that i haven’t clocked. but that’s the reason i love his work so much! it stands up to a lot of rigorous analysis and there’s always going to be something that i don’t catch right away, something more to learn.
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* we learned like yesterday that his hip tattoo is a peony, which he named as symbolizing freedom. peonies tend to have primarily positive meanings across east asian cultures, but in victorian floriography, they mean shame and sometimes anger.
** this style of performance is very common in cirque du soleil shows, especially the older ones from the early 2000s. it's pretty common to have a ballad or operatic singer featured as a ‘narrator’ to a specific story section of routine. i’m sure this is probably frequent in other places as well, but i’m naming cirque specifically because that’s where i’ve seen it the most, and also because there is an actual circus performer on stage during this. plus there’s a guy in a pierrot costume, who is probably the most famous clown***. (although the costume is technically wrong because pierrot is supposed to be unmasked. (ironic plays loudly in the distance))
*** clown of the technical variety and not clown of the honk honk birthday variety.
#taemin#im not just saying i like ugly hair because i have a neon orange mullet with an undercut#but also i do have a neon orange mullet with an undercut so that should give you a pretty good indication of my opinions#frankly im just for ugly clothes in general because im tired of looking at the same types of faces/outfits/whatever#thats been propagated by instagram and tiktok#also by celebrity culture and beauty standards in general#that being said none of what taemin is doing is actually ugly ugly#he definitely has waaaaay too much pride to deface himself physically that far and i doubt sm would ever allow it#this is just looking at his public persona and how it interacts with his art#his solo career in particular i think you would be hard pressed to find anything of shinee's that covers their faces#the odd concept photos are the only ones i can think of that come close#i think youd be hard pressed to find any group that willingly has covered or distorted faces in their main promotional material#without the purpose of like 'oh who is this going to be~~~' surprise type reveals#ok tags and the post are very long now i will stop#anon please give your mom a kiss for me i think it sweet you talk about kpop with her!!!#taemin meta#kpop analysis#text#anonymous#fun additional fact about me which is very indicative of my current path in life#i used to make my parents tape cbc broadcasts of cirque shows#those tapes and art attack were the only tv i watched with any consistency until i was like#12#i didnt watch a single disney movie until i was like 14 maybe?#did watching only art attack and cirque irreparably fuck me up as a child? yea probably#but at least i dont have a sentimental relationship to the disney corporation so i won in the long run#kpop questions#group analysis
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RE HOW BIGHIT MARKETS BTS
Thanks for the question dear.
Marketing is for a lot of things but in BTS's case, I'd say the primary goal of marketing them is to expose the entire group and or the individual members to an audience, a particular audience at a time, to brand them in a way that makes them appealing to that target market- to put it simply.
During one of the recent run episodes, when Jimin performed his dance from Serendipity- which I must say, God he is breathtakingly beautiful when he dances. Serendipity and the choreo is my weakness. If I see anything better than that- hold on, there's filter too. Ayayaya.
Stream Serendipity and Filter🔪
Oh and did y'all see JM's bit in Film out? Omg! I'm afraid I'd have to fly to South K to kiss his talented ass morning, afternoon, evening.
Who's coming?
Anywho, when Jimin performed Serendipity on Run and suggested that was the dance the staff was performing, the members- cough RM, quickly pointed out how he was plugging, self promoting (to Run's target audience)
Run has a different demographic.
When Suga talked about them not being funny on their Let's BTS show on KBS the Host pointed out how they were actually funny in their Run episodes.
A lot of Army(who are already fans of BTS or each individual member) watch Run but not all who watch Run are Army or even listen to BTS songs. So any performance of an individual's music or choreo would attract such a 'unique' viewer who might go on to become that member's stan or bias etc.
Similarly, when a member embarks on a solo project they are exposed to a new or unique audience. That's where most of the solo stans come from.
For V, his fanbase are not just made up of people who enjoy him as a musician but as an actor as well.
He has a strong fanbase in SK outside of 'Army' because of his exposure to the Korean market beyond BTS and this comprises of his musical collaborations with Korean Artists and film companies such as his OST Sweet Night on the series Itaewon class.
It's the same with Suga and IU, his Agust D mixtapes which draws in audiences that are not necessarily into boybands, RM's Mono whixh attracts strong hiphop fans, Jimin's dance collaborations with Taemin for example and his contemporary dance performance which attracts people in the world of contemporary dance and ballet- point in case the black swan performance at the end of the year, Jin and Hobi's MCing etc.
All these projects exposes them to unique audiences and markets outside of Army or BTS's own fanbase.
And I think the best way to understand how this is important or how this affects BigHit's marketing approach is to look at their recent YouQuiz interviews.
Jimin, Jhope and JK were paired to attract aspiring dancers or persons who want to be dancers and learn from these three dance leaders of BTS- or at least they were paired to appeal to them in my opinion.
Tae and RM were equally paired to appeal to creatives and creative minds and persons who are more into composing and writing lyrics and are full of passion and musical geniuses.
Jin and Suga were paired to appeal to mature audiences.
Ten out of ten when any pair is paired in BTS it is for marketing reasons to appeal to certain fanbase or audiences and are often strategic moves unless of course it's to balance things out to not create the impression they are promoting subunits within the group in furtherance of the BTS kumbaya agenda- Team over units or solos.
So Jikook are not gonna be allowed to sit together all the time even if they want to, neither would JinKook, or Sope.
They shake and reshuffle sometimes.
And like Tae said in his 2018 VLive, the company decides who they collaborate in or what market to promote them in.
Tae was allowed to collaborate with Adora on his Chrismas song but not Jimin- which to me is very homophobic but it goes to show the company has a say in who they work with and most importantly which market they work in.
For JK, he's been working his way within the American marke and building a strong fanbase internationally from his English covers of Justin Bieber, Troye Sivan, to his collaboration with Charlie Puth, and most recently Jason Derulo in Savage love- that's a lot of English speaking fanbase he's attracting and appealing to outside of Army.
Tae's English mixtape would achieve a similar feat and draw in a lot of English speaking fans.
Bts did the same with dynamite and coldplay's Fix you.
So by allowing JK to work with renowned Japanese Artists and film companies, collaborating and composing original sound tracks for them such as his Your eyes tell OST, Film out, etc. he is appealing to and drawing in a Japanese audience.
As Hobi explained in his 2019 January Vlive, their mixtapes, solo projects, collaborations with Artists outside of BTS are all ways for them to expand their fanbase individually and build their portfolio.
And these new fans are mostly going to be solo stans who stan him for his music composing abilities but of course some may fall in love with BTS as well and go on to become Army so it's a win win situation.
WOULDN'T THE OTHERS OBJECT
Yes and no.
As long as the company isn't pushing him as a soloist outside of BTS and creating a separate brand with him outside of BTS's own brand I don't think the boys would object to it.
That was the problem they had/have with Jikook. In my opinion.
The company branding Jikook, distinctifying them from the group as a 'couple' subunit, selling their chemistry to fans and advertisers really doesn't and didn't sit well with the group. AT ALL.
In my opinion of course.
You can't create a brand within a brand.
It goes against Bang PD's own objective of prioritizing the team over all else which is what sold the members in the first place.
I just think in JK's case, since 2020, they are just trying to help him find himself and his bearing and his purpose.
He's been trying to find himself since 2020 and he'd talked about losing his passion and had had his passion hijacked and commercialized by the company.
He used to say he didn't know what he was going to do with himself and his life and career after BTS- having him work on music videos, directing, composing, reading these are all ways that they are doing right by him if you ask me.
They are helping him not trying to push their own agendas- which is not to say they might not change their minds about it in the future.
JK is an artist being managed by the company and they owe a duty to him to make the right business decisions for him with his consent- can't stress on the consent bit enough.
Personally, I'm happy about Japan because they are and are shaping out to be queer friendly and have a bit of progressive laws and conducive environments for queer artists to flourish in- if coming out would ruin their careers that's one less worry.
Which by the way I hate anyone who peddles this 'coming out will ruin their careers' nonsense because I can tell you one hundred percent that that is rooted in homophobia and it's not OK.
Don't tell that to no queer people shut up. You are not helping.
I know some say that out of genuine concerns for the boys but PLEASE DON'T. Don't use fear to keep queer people hidden and out of sight. Don't promote closet safety. Rhetorics like that only perpetuate queer invisibility and homophobia- do I need to spell it out to your liberal homophobic ass?!
Coming out is entirely up to them regardless of the risk you think is involved. If they want to take it. They'll take it. It's their choice to make regardless of whatever consequence.
That there are or should be consequences is a problem in of itself.
I don't want to hear 'if JK comes out he's been stupid and reckless and putting Jimin's career at risk'
'If he loves Jimin he wouldn't come out'
Go ahead kiss it😌
If he wants to stay closested respect it. If he wants to come out RESPECT IT TOO.
Support him either ways goddammit!
Y'all gone get me bothered like that huh.
JK POTENTIALLY WITHOUT JIMIN
They both have different career objectives.
I know Jimin says JK is imitating him but chilee JK is his own person. Lol.
Jimin plays too much.
He has his own aspirations.
In 2014 Jimin posted this Christmas song he did with JK. In 2020 he posted his own Christmas song without Jk.
It's not hard to see where his interests in music lie as a musician.
JK covered We don't talk anymore by himself and later did a collaboration with Jimin on the same song. He's done Fools with RM- see where I'm going with this?
Suga said he was more likely to write pop songs for JK but write dance songs for Jimin.
Jk said in the Be interviews bang PD advised him to consider dance performances when writing songs as he himself is a dancer too and need to incorporate in his compositions.
They are two distinct artists and at some point it would become necessary to brand, promote and encourage their uniqueness in their professional lives. They don't got to be tethered to each other all the time.
Personally, I don't think BigHit would want to push official subunits within BTS- yet and it's inclination towards Jikook have always been because of their marketing appeal rather than to further a career objective for both of them.
This goes back to the pairing objectives I talked about earlier. If they are going to pair Jikook professionally as an official subunit within the group it wouldn't be because they are a couple and ought to be together all the time but because it is smart for them to do so business wise.
If their pairing isn't commercially profitable they won't be paired at all- unless of course Jikook themselves want and request to be paired in that way. Know what I mean?
They each signed separate contracts with the company from day dot. They didn't sign on as a unit.
Whether or not they've decided they are a package deal I cannot say- yet, as their new contract just came into effect.
We would have to observe how they are being handled by the company going forward.
HE'D NEVER DO IT WOULD HE
Come now sis...
It's not like he's leaving Jimin😅
Jimin and Jhope were equally sent to Japan for promotion purposes without JK.
Out of all seven, Namjoon is the most promoted member in the international Market not just because he speaks English but because he is often made the spokes person for the group in interviews, at awards straight up to the UN.
Look how happy they all were and how chatty they were at the KBS Let's BTS interview.
I mean they all talked about it. About how they can't say much on foreign forums and often step into Namjoon's shadows.
RM is the most recognized and dare I say the most liked member out of all seven in the international market outside Army and their music profession.
In Japan they all have a chance to be front and center at interviews etc.
It just so happens that JK as it stands is the one member pushing to build a portfolio within that market.
Let's pray he gets mainstream and build a strong presence within the music industry there because we all know he's gonna drag Jimin up there with him😏
Just pay attention to the songs he's written and the parts Jimin sings in them- he makes Jimin shine on those songs.
They have so much potential my God.
Let's support them individually and as a unit.
I purple you and sorry I had to respond here.
Stay gold. Let's keep supporting and rooting for our guys.
Signed,
GOLDY
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Seventeen AU: 14th member
Rei x Seventeen
Rei and Taemin have a little bit of a scare
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Rei loved Taemin’s apartment.
She loved her dorm with the boys, too, but there was something so calming about his place. Where there weren’t twelve boys running around at all hours of the day and where she didn’t have to plan everything around having enough hot water or getting a moment alone to make a sandwich.
All of these reasons were, coincidentally, why she’d proud her pizza back to Taemin’s place. She’d told him she was coming over, but he was at a practice and so told her just to let herself in. She’d eaten the pizza, taken a nice, long shower, and was now curled up in bed, relishing in the silence.
Her phone buzzed on the night stand next to her, and she rolled over to grab it.
Taemin: Have you eaten yet? I’m going to grab chicken.
Rei: I ate….but I’d love to have chicken with you, baby.
Taemin: Don’t be weird, I was buying it for you anyways.
Rei grinned, stretching as she tried to wake herself up. Both her and Taemin had been very busy lately, so the idea of spending an evening eating chicken and just chilling seemed like an amazing idea.
She heard the beeping of the key pad, smiling to herself.
And then she sat up straight in the bed.
Taemin had texted her two minutes ago saying he was going to buy chicken. There was no way that he was home yet.
She figured the person just had the wrong apartment, further confirming this when they entered the wrong pin.
And then they tried again. And got the pin right.
Rei vaulted out of bed, landing next to the bedroom door with a surprising degree of agility. She heard the door open and someone entered the apartment, not turning on any of the lights. She glanced down at her phone, hitting the dial button next to Taemin’s name.
“I told you I was getting food. Did you-“
She cut him off. “There’s someone in the apartment.”
“What?”
“There’s someone-“ She went quiet, hearing one of the kitchen drawers open.
“I’m just across the street, I’m coming now!” She heard the sound of him running. “Just hide, okay?”
Despite her urge to stay on the line with him, she new she might need to call the police, so she hung up on him, dialing 911 and hovering her finger over the call button.
The person didn’t seem to be moving frantically through the apartment, but they were moving rather methodically. It was almost like they were looking for something specific. A burglar wouldn’t be looking for something specific, but a sasaeng might.
Rei breathed a tiny sigh of relief. A Sasaeng probably wouldn’t hurt her, but she had to stay hidden anyways. Who knew if the person was live streaming, or taking pictures? If they somehow found out that Rei was in Taemin’s apartment, there would be problems.
The person started walking towards the bedroom, and Rei steeled herself. If she could just get by them and out of the apartment, everything would be okay.
She raised her hand with her phone clasped in it, preparing to hit them just as they came around the corner.
A foot stepped through the doorway.
Rei swung with her fist, making contact with something, probably the person’s shoulder, and diving to get around them.
“Hey!” The shouted, grabbing for her. Their hand gripped her arm, dragging her back. “What are you doing in here?”
Rei screamed, trying to forced them off. “Get off me!”
“I will call the police!” The person shouted at her.
Rei blinked. “I’ll call the police. You’re the one trespassing.”
“What?”
“Who the hell are you.” Rei shook him off, reaching for the light switch.
The second the lights flicked on, Rei realized that she’d made an awful mistake.
“Onew, Sunbae!” She bowed, wincing as she looked at the man. He was holding a rapidly bruising jaw, which was obviously where she’d hit him with her phone. “I’m so sorry!”
“You’re….you’re…” He pointed at her with his free hand, obviously trying to remember her name.
“I’m Rei.” She said quietly.
“What were you doing in here?” He asked. “This is….this is Taemin’s apartment.”
“Um, I was….” She tucked her hair behind her ear. “I was sleeping.”
“You were sleeping.” He blinked, taking in her outfit. A pair of spandex shorts, and a shirt that was obviously too big for her. Like a lightbulb flicking on, his eyes widened in realization. “You’re his girlfriend?”
Rei nodded awkwardly. “Yeah. Um, sorry I hit you.”
He just nodded. “It’s okay. I probably shouldn’t have been creeping through the apartment in the dark. But I thought Taemin might be sleeping.”
“He’s on his way back from practice.” Rei explained. “Oh! Do you want ice for your face?”
She turned, hurrying towards the kitchen and flicking lights on as she went. He followed behind her, taking a seat at the bar counter as she pulled a bag of frozen peas out of the freezer and handed it to him, wrapping a dishtowel around it.
“Thanks.” He accepted it gratefully.
“Were you looking for something?” She asked, recalling how he had been digging through the cupboards.
“I was just looking for something to eat.” He admitted. “But I can just order something.”
“Ooh, Taemin is going to go out and get chicken.” Rei said. “Well, after he realizes I’m not being murdered. Do you want to eat with us?”
“Can I?” He tilted his head. “I didn’t think that I might be interrupting a date.”
“You’re not.” Rei shook her head quickly. “And I’ve never met any of his groupmates, so I’m excited.”
“Then, yeah, I’d love to.”
“Do you want a snack? Just to tide you over?”
“Sure?” He seemed unsure of what she would come up with, but relaxed when she pulled two pudding cups out of the fridge.
When Taemin burst through the door five minutes later, he found Onew and Rei on their second pudding cup, laughing at a photo on Onew’s phone.
“I thought you were getting robbed.” Taemin struggled to catch his breath.
“Oh, no.” Rei beamed at him. “Look, I met Onew.”
“Yah, Taemin.” Onew pointed at Rei with his spoon. “You didn’t tell us that your girlfriend was so cool.”
“I definitely did.” Taemin walked over, patting Onew on the shoulder and wrapping his arms around Rei. She scooped some pudding onto her spoon and offered it to him.
“Onew-Oppa is going to join us for dinner.” She looked up at him. “Can you still get chicken?”
“Yeah, I’ll go.” He kissed her forehead.
Onew pulled out his wallet, digging for his card. “I’ll pay.”
“No, you won’t.” Rei said quickly. “Taemin will, right?”
Taemin sighed. “Sure, baby. I’ll pay. So I’ll go get food, and you just stay here hanging out with my friend.”
Whether his sarcasm went unnoticed by Rei, or she just chose to ignore it, she just smiled at him. “Okay. Well, I’m starving so I can eat whenever.”
“I’ll go now.” Taemin released her, pointing at Onew as he headed back to the door. “Don’t scare my girlfriend again.”
“Hey, she attacked me.” Onew pointed to the bruise on his jaw. “If anything, I’m the one you should be worried about.”
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Danger: Obsidian |2| - JUYEON
Pairing: Juyeon x gender neutral!reader
Genre: fluff, angst, fantasy, royalty!au
Triggers: death, semi-graphic depictions of blood
Word Count: 4.5k
Lesson 4: sometimes, it is not your duty or even your right to render judgment. Stepping back does not always constitute cowardice.
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Two nights later, Juyeon steps up to the shrine. Kevin walks softly next to him, while Jacob trails behind slightly, wrapped in his red cloak.
It’s unsettling, the mask that’s settled over the mage’s face since the day Hwanwoong told them his story. Juyeon is used to a smiling Jacob, one whose eyes remain gentle no matter how difficult the situation.
This is something he can’t understand fully, though. Juyeon isn’t a mage, doesn’t have the gift of magic running through his blood. Even though he knows it’s disgraceful, he’ll probably never truly comprehend just how much of a disgrace it is for a mage of such high rank to use his magic flame for something as sacrilegious as this.
All the more reason to hunt him down, though.
Juyeon presses a hand to the white stone door, listens for any hint of movement inside. He hears nothing. Raising a fist, he knocks lightly in the pattern Hwanwoong established with him two nights ago.
The door slides open with the barest creak. Kevin stiffens next to him, but Juyeon doesn’t hesitate. He enters the shrine.
White stone glows faintly in the pale moonlight filtering through the windows. Four figures stand in the shadows as Juyeon steps forward and he nearly draws the sword at his side, but then Hwanwoong steps under the light and he relaxes. “Let’s go,” he whispers.
With every turn, Juyeon expects someone to jump out, a guard or a soldier or something, but as Hwanwoong said, there’s no one here besides them and High Mage Jung. The mage lets them walk around and generally act like they aren’t prisoners, which shows some modicum of guilt on his end, but the closed-off look on the boy’s face doesn’t make it seem like it matters much.
If Juyeon had to live under the mage who did nothing to prevent the murder of two of his best friends, though, he wouldn’t think it mattered much either. He wouldn’t want to live as a prisoner under Mage Han, after all, even if it meant a cushier life.
Mage Han. Juyeon’s stomach twists. Will he have to kill Mage Jung, too?
Someone walks past Juyeon, one of the other mages in training that Hwanwoong mentioned. They haven’t exactly had introductions, but Juyeon’s heart clenches at the grief etched into every feature of the boy’s face. He looks young, even younger than Hwanwoong.
His resolve hardens as his pace quickens. Juyeon will kill the high mage if it comes to it. He’ll do it, even if he doesn’t want to, even if Mage Jung will join the cast of his nightmares, if it provides even a semblance of justice for these mages.
They didn’t deserve any of this.
Hwanwoong comes to a stop at a wall. There’s nothing on it, though, and Juyeon furrows his eyebrows just as one of the other mages steps forward. Shaking one arm out of a thin robe, he presses a hand to the stone, then draws a rectangle on the white wall. A door materializes the same way Taemin conjured the one that took him and Kevin to Castia.
Spatial manipulation, like Jacob. He must be Seoho, the mage who’s already finished his training.
They step into a dark room with no windows. The only source of light comes from a few torches around the walls and a white hot flame on a small pyre in the middle of the room, burning with seemingly no fuel to keep it alive.
Jacob’s breath catches behind Juyeon. “Castling queens.”
“You know how to put it out?” Kevin asks, looking cautiously at the fire.
“Yes.” Seoho nods. “One of the first things a mage learns is to douse our own flames in case of an accident. It will be much harder and take much more energy and magic to put out the fire of another mage, though, especially one as powerful as… his.”
The air shifts as Jacob steps forward. “He’ll feel the fire beginning to die,” he warns, staring into the bright flame. He glances over at Juyeon and Kevin. “You two need to be ready.”
Juyeon nods. “We will be.”
“Come, then.” Jacob walks closer to the pyre, the light casting strange shadows on his face. His gaze softens slightly as he looks at the other mages, all younger than him and looking terrified, despite the determination in their eyes. “This is our chance.”
Five mages form a circle around a pyre of white flame. Juyeon stands guard, Kevin resolutely at his side, as they bow their heads, extend their hands…
And the fire begins to flicker.
. . . . .
Dousing a mage’s flame is like cutting threads. Thick threads that require a lot of sawing, but threads nonetheless. The more powerful the mage, the thicker the thread.
Which means that the threads of this fire requires a lot of power to cut.
The heat of the fire scorches Jacob’s face as he stares into the white-hot flames that have only just begun to flicker at the tops. Out of his peripherals he can see Hwanwoong and Seoho squinting with equal concentration.
Five mages, two fully trained and three still students. It’s almost hopeless, almost, but Jacob refuses to think of the possibility of failure right now, not when the first thread is so close to snapping.
Though the second it goes, High Mage Jung will know they’re here.
Pressure builds in Jacob’s hands. Sweat pours into his eyes. Every ounce of magic in his blood flows to his open palms, shimmering into the air in streams thinner than a strand of hair, wrapping around the fire, choking away bits of flame –
Something gives. Jacob nearly stumbles as the first thread snaps. The burning pyre turns a shade darker, pale orange instead of white.
Jacob senses Mage Jung’s presence before he even enters the room. He starts to shout, to warn Juyeon and Kevin, but heat scorches the inside of his mouth and he chokes instead.
The door bursts open and yells fill the air as Juyeon literally goes flying into the far wall, hitting the stone with a sickening crunch that Jacob can hear even above the dull roar in his ears. Kevin shouts and there’s a faint whistling of a knife, but it ends with a clanging sound that doesn’t sound like a blade hitting flesh and Jacob knows his cousin missed.
Focus.
Focus.
More magic streams out of his hands, mixing with the tendrils pouring out of the other four mages next to him. Jacob grits his teeth, pushing the magic out stronger, faster, ignoring the boiling underneath his skin that warns of possible overload and depletion of his gift.
A flash at the corner of his eye. Jacob ducks just in time, hands still thrust towards the fire. Mage Jung sweeps next to him, a ball of water splashing onto the floor.
Water manipulation. It never looks powerful at first, but water can be used to do many things.
Like the sharp-bladed icicles slicing towards Keonhee.
Wide eyes stare at the ice hurtling through the air. One hand rises in a futile attempt at protection. Jacob feels a scream begin to build in his throat –
A gust of air blows his hair back and sends the icicles shattering uselessly against the ground.
Jacob glances at Dongju. His right hand, previously swept in Keonhee’s direction, has returned to the fire. Fury glitters in his expression as he squints harder, palms outstretched, larger bursts of magic pouring from his skin.
Another thread snaps. The flames grow smaller, darker.
Juyeon’s gotten up from the floor. Jacob hears the slash of a sword, muffled in his mind. Shattering sounds behind him, ice clattering to the floor and piercing his ankles but he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move from his position as his magic curls around the tendrils of fire, choking them, dissipating them into the air.
Kevin lets out a banshee yell and the sickening sound of blades sinking into flesh almost makes Jacob lose his balance. A hand steadies him – Seoho – before returning to the pyre.
Another snap, one that nearly sinks Jacob to his knees. As they get closer and closer to the heart of the flame, the magic only grows harder to dissipate. But even as the thrum in his own veins begins to fade, as his skin radiates heat comparable to the dying flame, he doesn’t stop. Can’t stop.
Dongju falls, collapses to the ground in front of the pyre like a worshipper enthralled. The circle shifts, spreading further apart to protect his prone body, to fill his space. But Keonhee’s face turns paler and paler until an ice blade through the shoulder knocks him to the ground just as another thread snaps.
Red, almost black, flickers on the pyre. Jacob gasps, blinks sweat out of his eyes. He ducks with the prickling of his neck but a sharp piece of ice cuts through the clothes on his back anyway and sticky blood begins to seep down his skin. Next to him, Seoho almost looks up, but Jacob grits his teeth and forces the last of his magic into the air.
The last of Hwanwoong’s magic disappears and Juyeon almost steps on him before whirling out of the way. Kevin flies at Mage Jung out of the corner of Jacob’s eye but he can’t see what happens next, can’t pick out who let out that pained grunt and who’s the one with blood running down their skin because it’s just him and Seoho now, the only two trained mages in this room besides the traitor.
Their eyes meet across the pyre. They’re completely opposite now, the unconscious bodies of the three students filling the space between them. Seoho looks as white as snow and he could collapse any moment but then he looks down, sees his friends, his brothers lying on the floor, and his face twists once more with determination.
Pressure builds behind Jacob’s hands, blood boiling and threatening to burst from his skin. A last burst of magic coils with Seoho’s and crashes into the final flickering flame –
The pyre goes black.
A pained gasp leaves someone’s throat. Belatedly, Jacob realizes it was him.
Kevin grabs Jacob’s arm before he collapses but immediately pulls away, hissing. He looks down, confused at the reaction, but remembers – his flesh must be a brilliant red, overheated with how much magic he just used.
On the other side of the pyre, barely visible in the absence of light, Seoho kneels on the floor, crawling toward Dongju’s prone body. His hands move quickly, checking for a pulse on the young boy’s neck. Jacob breathes a sigh of relief when no wail of pain comes. Just magic overuse. No death.
Ice crashes to the floor, sparkling bits beginning to melt over the stone. Jacob turns to see the shadow of High Mage Jung, visible in the light of the torches that somehow never fell, sink to his knees.
Juyeon steps forward, walks past Jacob and approaches the pyre. His hand reaches out, picks a small black jewel off of the white stone. “Is it real?” he asks, holding out the gem.
It isn’t difficult to feel the magic radiating off the shiny surface, even in his exhausted state. Jacob nods sharply as anger boils in his stomach. A mage’s fire, used to hide a stolen jewel…
Juyeon steps forward, gripping the black stone in his fist. “High Mage Jung.” He spits the words like poison on his lips. “We have much to speak about.”
. . . . .
Just glancing at Mage Jung’s defeated face makes Juyeon want to look away immediately. Even though he wasn’t a mage, never learned from his magical teachings, he still used to admire his character. The high mage is a shell of what he once was, disgusting to look at, unbearable to listen to. Every single part of Juyeon’s body wants to scream and run away the moment he meets Mage Jung’s eyes, but he forces himself to stay put.
The jewel digs uncomfortably into his palm, he’s clutching it so hard. In his other hand, he clenches his sword, the blade stained with the mage’s blood.
This is not the mage, the honorable man he used to know. This is a mage who broke several of the most important tenets of magic. This is a mage who betrayed the Order of the two kingdoms.
This is the man who killed a gray mage and a queen.
This is the man who killed Juyeon’s best friend.
“How did you become a mage,” Juyeon asks, voice carrying in the silence, “if you are this weak?”
“You don’t understand,” Mage Jung starts. His eyes plead with his, but Juyeon shows no emotion, just a stone cold countenance. “You don’t know –”
The sword flashes, a silver streak against the faint firelight, coming to a rest at the side of the mage’s neck. “You killed Changmin, the last of the gray mages, and the former Ivory queen,” Juyeon says, voice deathly calm. “Give me a single reason why I shouldn’t kill you now.”
“You are young,” the mage pleads. “I had a wife, two daughters. The queen killed my wife when I first refused to comply, then held my daughters until I agreed the second time. How could you understand?”
Kevin gasps. Juyeon himself feels a pang of sympathy at the mage’s words – he met his wife before, and she was a good woman – but then Jacob steps forward.
The rage on his face reminds Juyeon once again of how much this man did.
“You taught me of duty,” Jacob says. His words carry through the shrine, sending a shiver down Juyeon’s back. “You taught me of responsibility and sacrifice. You taught me to value the balance of the Board above all else, above even love, the truest love. Kill your darlings, no?”
“You wouldn’t know –”
“Don’t try to tell me I wouldn’t know.”
The emotion, rage mixed with desperation and terror, startles Juyeon. His blade shifts slightly, digging deeper into the mage’s skin. This is a far cry from the Jacob he once knew, the Jacob who, no matter what, spoke softly and smiled widely and never, ever spoke back to a mentor.
But Jacob had a Valkyrie, a knight whom he loved with his entire heart. Juyeon’s own face heats with fury, fury that this high mage would dare presume that Jacob knows nothing of love, when his heart was been full of it for so long.
“I loved a knight,” Jacob continues, “a Valkyrie with the purest soul. This was the knight who came to save me from your cowardly clutches. You do remember telling me the stories of how you knew you loved your wife when you were fifteen, yes?” His lips curl into a snarl. “I think, then, I should be perfectly able to know my love at age twenty.”
The room is silent in the wake of Jacob’s silent rage. Though the fire has long been put out, invisible flames seem to rise from the mage’s skin, scalding the air that Juyeon breathes. Yet no one says a word, even as the unconscious students begin to shift on the ground.
“Do you know who I left behind at the ivory palace you helped imprison me in?” Jacob asks. His voice is soft, now, as soft as it’s always been, but an edge sharper than Juyeon’s sword glints in his tone. “I left behind my knight. I left behind my Valkyrie. I left my Valkyrie behind at the Ivory palace because they understood their duty and I understood mine.”
Juyeon may be the one physically holding the blade to Mage Jung’s neck, but it feels like Jacob holds the power to let that blade slice against soft skin, spilling blood over the white stone floor.
From the way the mage’s fists are clenched, Juyeon doesn’t think Jacob would think too much if that happened.
“I don’t know if they’re dead or alive,” Jacob continues, relentless. “I don’t know what happened to any of the Valkyries, if they’re sitting in the dungeons under the palace or lying in a pile of bodies, unburnt by a mage’s fire, soul unreleased and restless – a fire that you decided to desecrate, might I add.” Jacob snarls. Everyone in the room flinches.
A dribble of blood drips down Mage Jung’s skin as he shudders, the blade digging even further than before.
“I may have killed them by leaving them behind, and I wouldn’t know.” Heat really is rising from Jacob’s skin now, any remaining magic boiling in his blood as it tries to escape its constraints. “All because of the Ivory Queen’s reckless visions of war, visions that you have helped her realize.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Juyeon sees Kevin put a hand on his cousin’s shoulder. Jacob relaxes slightly at the touch, the air growing slightly cooler, but he’s still rigid, body tensed to spring as he speaks his last words to a high mage who can no longer even look his former disciple in the eye.
“I may not know the pain of having your own child held over your head.” Jacob’s fists release themselves as he takes a deep breath. “I imagine it is unfathomable. But do not, not for one single second, tell me I don’t know the pain of choosing between love and duty. Because I know it. I know it very well, High Mage.” Jacob spits the last words to the floor, crushes the title he used to look up to with his boot as he glares at the weakened man still kneeling on the floor.
Silence reigns. Not a single person, not even the two young mages who have just woken up, dare to speak.
High Mage Jung ducks his head even further, almost slumping against Juyeon’s sword. “You can kill me,” he rasps, closing his eyes. “I deserve it, as Jacob –” Jacob flinches at the sound of his name – “said. Please.”
The blade trembles. Juyeon could kill the mage and end it all, he knows. He’s already killed Mage Han. He could just as easily kill Mage Jung, especially when he’s asking for it.
But something stays Juyeon’s hand, prevents him from making the cut that will end his life. Perhaps it’s because of the mage’s daughters, who don’t deserve to have yet another parent ripped away. Or maybe he just feels like he can’t kill another person, much less a mage – how badly will that reflect on him if he ever gains his crown?
Even more than that, though, it isn’t his choice. Juyeon isn’t the one who was betrayed the most in this room. That title belongs to the five mages in this room, one of whom is still unconscious because of High Mage Jung’s decisions.
“It isn’t my decision to make.” Juyeon utters his words with certainty, keeping the blade at the mage’s neck. “Jacob, Seoho, all of the other mages you betrayed deserve to decide. I wasn’t the one who was hurt the most here.”
Jacob nods curtly before turning to Seoho. They kneel down beside the two younger mages who have woken up and begin to speak quietly.
Kevin stands next to Juyeon, refusing to look at the broken man who kneels in front of them. Juyeon swallows. Kevin watched him kill Mage Han, saw him live with that decision for all the weeks to come. He hurt Bom too – he knows what it’s like to be faced with a decision like this.
“Did I make the right choice?” Juyeon murmurs. “Or am I just a coward, pawning off the decision to someone else?”
A pause, then a shake of the head. “No, you made the right decision.” Kevin shakes his head again. “This wasn’t your battle, mainly. It was theirs. Like you said, they were hurt the most. Choosing wouldn’t have been right, coming from you.” He smiles slightly, and Juyeon takes comfort in the warmth on his best friend’s face. “It isn’t cowardly to not want to kill someone, by the way. Just as it isn’t cowardly to step back from a decision that isn’t yours.”
Juyeon’s own lips curl into a tiny smile. “Thanks, Kevin.”
Kevin just smiles back. Shoulder to shoulder, they stand before the mage until Jacob stands up, face grim but not displeased. “Let him live.”
High Mage Jung’s head snaps up. “What?”
Juyeon’s own eyebrows raise, but he can’t deny the relief that rushes through his chest as he withdraws the sword. “As you wish.”
“But – why?” The mage’s gaze fills with guilt and anguish, tears beginning to pool in his eyes. “I’ve violated –”
“You have two daughters.” Seoho steps forward, skin still pale with exhaustion, but determination in every step. “As much as you deserve to suffer, they still need you.”
“I –”
“You will lie,” Jacob interrupts. “You will lie and say that we came at night, taking the jewel with the help of the imprisoned mages who also happened to escape. When you woke up, it was gone.” He looks down, coldly. “And if the queen asks you how we were able to overpower you, you may tell her that you suspect a mage travels with the prince and the amethyst heir.” His lips curl into a dangerous smile. “If you so wish, you might even tell her this mage escaped from her own dungeons.”
The high mage gasps, collapsing even further onto the ground. “Thank you, thank you so much –”
“Save it,” Dongju snarls. “We don’t want your thanks. You watched and did nothing as Youngjo and the others were killed, and now we find out that you were one of the two who killed the gray mage?” He scoffs.
“Dongju.” Hwanwoong seems to have woken up since the mages began speaking, and he puts a hand on the boy’s arm. He relaxes, but the glare in his eyes doesn’t subside.
Jacob looks a lot like he agrees with Dongju, even if he doesn’t say anything.
Seoho steps up. “It is only fair that you stand trial after the war for your crimes. A jury of your peers will judge you, with His Majesty presiding.” He looks at Juyeon. “They will decide if you are ultimately worthy of death, or if your magic will simply be stripped instead.”
Mage Jung sags, but he nods resignedly. Juyeon nods as well. “I agree to this. Do not try to hide – we will find you. There cannot be no consequences for your actions.”
“I understand.” The mage swallows, and for the first time, dares to look up. “I also understand that you cannot accept my thanks in words. However, I have information that may help your jewel hunt, if you will hear it.”
Juyeon exchanges a glance with Kevin, then Jacob. Both of them look equally apprehensive, but eventually, they nod, slightly. He turns back to the mage. “Tell us.”
“The Ivory Queen let it slip that one of the jewels will be taken to another shrine, one of the holiest in the two kingdoms.” Mage Jung swallows. “Few have the privilege of stepping onto its grounds. I myself have forfeited mine.”
Juyeon understands at the same moment Jacob does, their eyes widening with realization together.
Kevin gasps a second later. “You don’t mean –”
“He means the shrine where Changmin was killed.” Juyeon clenches his fists hard, the jewel cutting into his skin. “She would dare…”
Jacob steps forward. “If you turn out to be lying, I will not hesitate to kill you the next time I see you.”
A long pause follows his statement, but no one protests.
Juyeon nods sharply. “We will leave. Do not follow us. If a single word is breathed to the queen on our whereabouts, we will know that you betrayed us yet again.” He snarls. “And next time, you won’t be able to count on any mercy should we find you once more.”
Even with that statement, Juyeon doesn’t lower his guard until Seoho has created the door to shift them out of the room. He barely breathes until they’ve made it far from the shrine back to their hideout at the edge of the forest. Once they’re among the trees, he lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.
Six pairs of eyes blink at him, four more than he’s grown used to. Juyeon swallows. “I don’t know if you four can come with us,” he says carefully.
Hwanwoong nods, thankfully. None of the others look very surprised either. “We know,” he says. “We never expected it, with you looking for the jewels and all.”
Juyeon hangs his head. “Still, I’m sorry. I can’t provide safety for you, even as your prince…”
Kevin knocks him in the shoulder. “No one’s safe in a time of war, idiot.”
A tiny smile quirks the side of his lips. “That’s true. However.” He straightens. “Do you know the name Lee Sangyeon?”
Dongju’s head jerks up. “One of your rooks?”
Juyeon nods. “Try to reach the Onyx Kingdom. You’ll be safer there, especially if you can reach a domain unoccupied by ivory forces. I don’t know how far they’ve managed to conquer –” he frowns – “but once you have the energy, shift into the capital. Find Sangyeon and tell him that the crown prince sent you. You can stay there. If something happens, though, just stay out of reach of ivory forces.”
“One more thing.” Kevin rummages around in the bag that holds their things and produces a shirt, one of those he brought when they first started out. “They might not believe you if you just say that we sent you, but if you show them this, they’ll know you at least saw us along the way.”
Hwanwoong takes the shirt, folds it and tucks it into his robes. “Thank you.”
“Wait, Kevin.” Jacob steps forward. “Give me your knife.”
Confused, Juyeon watches as he takes the blade, then hacks off a section of his red cloak. “Seoho, your specialization is the same as mine?”
A nod. Jacob hands over the section of cloth. “There is a spell embedded in my cloak to mask my magic, one that I think you can untangle. Once you do, weave it into your own clothes. It will help you stay hidden from other the magic of others.”
Three pairs of eyes stare into four. Then Hwanwoong kneels, followed by Seoho, then Dongju, then the last, who must be Keonhee.
Juyeon takes a step back. “What –”
“Thank you, Your Highness.” Seoho bows his head. “We look forward to the day you become our king.”
Queens.
Oh, queens.
Juyeon’s throat chokes. “Please, don’t kneel,” he says, helping them up while trying to hide the tears beginning to brim in his eyes. “I’m honored to have you as my allies. Truly.”
“As we are honored to be yours.” Hwanwoong smiles. “Good luck, Your Highness.”
A tentative smile curves Juyeon’s lips. “Good luck to you too.”
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Ateez’s reaction to you fangirling over an idol that’s not them
Hongjoong:
He arrived to your shared apartment after a long day of work and wanted nothing more than to cuddle with you and relax. But when he entered the apartment he found you dancing around the living room while watching Wonho’s new song “Open Mind” on the TV. You finally noticed him as the song was ending and paused the video.
“Hi baby! How was your day?” You asked excitedly.
“Tiring. How about yours?” He asked while embracing you.
“It was so good! I have been streaming Wonho’s song all day! He’s so talented and handsome! Don’t you think?” You asked happily. “I love how sensual he can when performing but then he’s just a big baby in real life!”
He knew you loved him, but he was very jealous hearing you fan girl over an idol that wasn’t him.
“Ahhh, I wish I could marry him!” You said sighing sweetly.
“What about me?” Hongjoong pouted. “You don’t want to marry me?”
You looked at him shocked. “What? Who said I don’t wanna marry you? You’re my loving boyfriend. I would be blessed if I married you.”
“Well, you sure aren’t acting that way.” He said crossing his arms over his chest.
You giggled and rolled yours eyes. “Baby, I love you. You’re my boyfriend. Wonho is an idol, yes I love him, but not like I love you.” You kissed his cheek.
“You better love me more than him.”
You laughed. “Of course I love my jealous boyfriend more than.”
“Good.” He said laughing before kissing you tenderly. “You ever try and leave me for Wonho and I’ll quit being an idol and go live under a bridge.”
“Okay Mr. dramatic, I would never leave you for anyone else. I love you too much.”
He was satisfied, but he still felt jealous anytime you talked about Wonho after.
Seonghwa:
You were watching Taemin’s stage performance for Criminal and didn’t realize Seonghwa had entered your bedroom. You were watching the video intently and you started squealing when Taemin was dancing while his hands were tied.
“Waaaah~ Taemin you’re so cool!!” You squealed. “Ahh the only man for me!”
“Then what am I?” Seonghwa said while giving you a disgusted face.
“My boyfriend of course.” You said without looking at him. “Come watch Taemin with me. Gosh, this man is so talented isn’t he? His concepts are so good! And he’s so handsome and his voice is just... ahhh!”
Seonghwa sat next to you and watched Taemin. He did like him, but he glared at the video the entire time, not liking that you were acting like this towards Taemin and not him; your boyfriend.
“Uuuuu Taemin-ah, I love you!” You said closing your eyes while resting your hand on your heart. “I could die happily if I met you.”
“Do you love me or Taemin more?” Seonghwa asked pouting.
You looked at him confused. “What? Of course you.”
“You’re paying more attention to Taemin.. so I don’t know about that.”
“Haha, babe, I love Taemin, but he’s just one of my idols. You’re my boyfriend, so no one could ever come before you.” You said caressing his cheek. “You’re my one and only.”
He smiled and put his hand over yours. “Sorry, I was just feeling jealous. But I’m happy to hear that.”
“I love you, Seonghwa and I always will.”
“Me too. I love you, y/n.” He leaned towards you and gave you a sweet kiss.
Yunho:
You had been ignoring Yunho all day, you didn’t do it intentionally, but you were busy streaming Stray Kids new single, Back Door. You were either internally watching it and fangirling over everyone or you were dancing and trying to learn the choreography.
“Oh my God! Yunho, look, isn’t Seungmin just the cutest thing ever?” You cried. “He looks so good here!! And his vocals! Yes king, get it!”
You even got your light stick out and started waving it around while praising the members.
Yunho was happy to see you having fun, but he was low key jealous. Since he knew the members of stray kids, he was worried you might meet them and actually leave him for Seungmin, if you had the chance.
“Y/n, would you rather date me or Seungmin?” Yunho asked letting these thoughts get to him.
You stopped dancing and turned around to face him slowly. “Aha, what?”
“Me or Seungmin.. who would you rather date?” He asked quietly.
“I’m already dating you.. and I don’t want to date any who isn’t you.” You said going over to sit next to him on the couch. “Why would you ask me that?”
“You seemed like you like Seungmin more..”
You laughed and squished his cheeks. “Silly, I like you the most. I do have a soft spot for Seungmin, but that’s because he’s like a puppy and it melts me heart.” You smiled at him. “But you’re my favourite puppy.”
You smiled warmly at you and looked away shyly. “Aha, really? That makes me happy,”
You kissed him lovingly. “I will always choose you, so don’t feel jealous, okay?”
He nodded and then the two of you enjoyed jamming out to Back Door together.
Yeosang:
You were watching Yuta’s Kick It fancams in the living room. You were admiring his dance moves as well as his facial expressions.
“My God, he could kick me any day,” you said quietly to yourself.
“What?” Yeosang said looking at you with such a judgmental face.
“Oh. You heard that?” You asked laughing.
“Why does my girlfriend wish to be kicked by another man?”
“Because he so hot.” You said shrugging and going back to the video.
“Should I kick you then?” Yeosang said nudging your side with his foot.
“Yah, stop that.” You said pushing his leg away.
“Why? I thought you wanted hot guys to kick you.” He said doing it again.
“Baaaabe, stop it.” You whined. “You are hot, but I don’t actually wanna be kicked. It’s just something us fans say.”
“Oh, but you think I’m hotter? Or Yuta?”
“You of course.” You said turning off the video and smiling at him. “You’re my super hot boyfriend that I am so lucky to have.”
“Oho, you deserve a reward for picking the right answer.” He said crawling over to you. He hovered over you and started to kiss you slowly and sweetly. But it soon turned steamy with the kisses making you forget all about Yuta, just like Yeosang planned.
San:
San walked into the living room and saw you staring at your phone, you smile getting bigger as you stared at whatever you were. He was curious what could make you smile like that and it had better be him. He walked behind you and saw you watching a Yeonjun cute moments compilation on YouTube. He frowned when he saw that you were giving your attention to another boy; was he not good enough.
He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, which startled you, causing you to drop your phone.
“Ah! Oh, San it’s you.” You said clutching your chest. “Almost gave me heart attack there.”
“Y/n, do you not love me anymore?”
“What are you talking about?” You said looking at him confused.
“First you’re watching videos of Yeonjun and not me. Then you go and call me by my name and not baby.” He pouted.
“Wha-? Of course I love you, baby. I was watching Yeonjun videos because their comeback is coming soon. Just getting hyped for it.” You said caressing his cheek. “I watch your videos all the time. Especially when you’re busy and can’t be with me as often.”
“So you love me the most, right?” He said hugging you tighter.
“Of course! You’re number one in my heart. Honestly, no one even comes close.” You boasted.
“I thought so. I mean look at me; I’m the complete package.” He said as he crawled over the back of the couch to sit next to you. He placed an arm around you and pulled you close. “I’ll have to tell Yeonjun next time I see him to back off.”
“Yeonjun doesn’t even know me!” You said laughing.
“I’m not taking any chances.” He said making a mental note to never ever let you meet Yeonjun. “You’re going to have the last name Choi some day and it will be because of me and not him.”
You were lost for words after hearing him say that but then you started laughing. “You’re the only Choi for me.”
Mingi:
You had been having a bad week and whenever you were feeling low like that, you would listen to music to ignore the world, more specifically you would listen to Agust D. You just liked how raw Yoongi’s emotions were on his mixtape and the lyrics always resonated with you.
“Ugh, I can’t believe a man like Min Yoongi exists.” You said to yourself not realizing Mingi had walked into the bedroom. “No one does it like him.”
“No one..?” Mingi asked. You opened your eyes to see him giving you the “🥺” eyes. You nearly started sobbing because he was so cute when he did that and it also hurt your heart when he did that; you never meant to hurt his feelings.
“You like Yoongi’s raps more than mine?” Mingi asked pouting. “You think he’s more talented than me?”
“Whaaaa! No, baby! That’s not what I meant!” You said rushing over to him and hugging him. “Yes I like Yoongi’s rapping and I think he’s talented, but so are you!! Like you’re crazy talented! Extremely talented! The first time I heard you rap I was instantly in love with you; no lie.”
“Really? I had that power over you?” He asked smiling as he embraced. “So you would choose me over Yoongi if you have the choice between the two of us?”
“Of course, baby. I would choose you in a heartbeat. No thinking necessary. You have my heart.” You said looking up at him. “I am extremely proud of you. You are so so talented and I wake up every day wondering how I managed to get a boyfriend like you.”
He blushed at your words. “No, I’m the one who should be wondering how I got so lucky to have someone like you.” He bent down to kiss you. “I’m glad to know I’m your favourite rapper.. I better be your favourite rapper after what you said.”
You started laughing. “Of course you are! Yoongi used to be my favourite rapper but then you came into my life and took over that spot.”
“Good.” He said smiling happily before spinning you around. “I’m y/n’s favourite, you got that Min Yoongi!”
Wooyoung:
You and Wooyoung were relaxing in bed together, both of you preoccupied on your phones, but enjoying each other’s presence.
“Oh my god,” You whispered. “You are the most adorable and precious angel on this earth.”
“Thanks I know I am.” Wooyoung said.
“Not you,” you said rolling your eyes and showing him what you were looking at. “I’m talking about the precious angel, Liu YangYang! Look at him! So cute! So adorable! I think I am in love.”
“Ya! How could you say that right in front of me? Your boyfriend!” Wooyoung pouted as he grabbed your phone from you. He looked at YangYang for a moment before placing your phone down.
“Okay I will admit he’s cute.”
“The cutest.” You said teasing him.
“Yeah, sure whatever. He may be cute, but you know who else is cute? Me.” He said. “And not only am I cute, but I am extremely sexy. No one can do cute and sexy like I can.”
He wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer. He smirked at you before he started to kiss your neck.
You blushed at his sudden actions. “I-I was just saying how cute YangYang was.. didn’t mean to make you jealous.”
“Well too late, babe. I’m about to show you how lucky you are to have me, Jung Wooyoung, as your boyfriend.” He said before he started to kiss you passionately.
You made a mental note to never fangirl about other idols in front of him.
Jongho:
“Oh. My. God.” You said suddenly while you and Jongho were eating dinner.
“Babe, it’s not polite to look at your phone when we’re having dinner together.”
“But, baby, I got a Twitter notification from Monsta X!” You said excitedly. “They’re gonna have a comeback soon!”
“What!? Seriously? When?” Jongho asked getting up to look at the tweet with you.
“I don’t know yet.. people are saying in a month or so though!” You said putting your phone down. “I cannot wait to see what they’ll release.. I can’t wait to hear Kiki’s vocals.. he’s so talented and so handsome!”
Jongho sat back down. “I couldn’t agree with you more! His vocals aren’t talked about enough.”
“Oh my god, I know right? He’s such an underrated member for some reason!”
“I need to tell Atiny to support Monsta X’s comeback with me.” Jongho mumbled to himself.
“You totally should babe. You’re the 4th gen’s best vocalist.. whoever you say is talented and worth a listen is definitely worth a listen.” You stated.
He smiled at you shyly. “Thank you.”
The rest of the night you and Jongho fangirled over Monsta X together.
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SuperM Fluff & NSFW Notes
↳ 🌹aka some of their romantic antics plus random 18+ imagines 👋
warnings ⚠️ rated (super) m, boyfriends hc, porn mentions, partial fem!reader, sex toys
FLUFF
since baekhyun knows how to make scented candles, he creates one for you as a birthday present with your favorite fragrances.
every entry in mark’s diary involves fond thoughts about you.
taemin kisses you more than his cat kkoongie on a daily basis so let that sink in. his smooch obsession is getting out of hand.
lucas, having giant fingers after all, learns how to knit in order to make you a warm scarf. he’s still a bit clumsy with it and had to call kun for advice, but the result is surprisingly proper and quickly becomes your favorite item. it’s a little huge but well, he thinks in his dimensions. lucas’ next project is a beanie.
ten overwhelms you with pet names. in fact, he seemingly seems to come up with a new one each day.
kai is a candlelight dinner, rose petals and music kinda guy. he does every old-school thing in the book.
taeyong can cuddle endlessly in bed. he just doesn’t wanna leave.
lucas gladly shares his sweaters. they’re ginormous so, perfect cuddle material.
baekhyun is already a fool. so — when he falls in love, he becomes an even bigger fool. or, the contrary happens: he becomes dead silent around his partner because he’s so enthralled. he can take this more seriously than you think.
mark likes to write little cards and many many texts to express his love.
lucas is the type who can help you put on your jeans when they were shrinking a bit too much in the dryer. he’s pretty sexy like that and things can get really touchy.
cheesy fucking kai, and there’s only one guy who would do this, has actually lowered himself over a puddle once so you would have a bridge. brushed it off like a daily workout rep.
not one shower missed without baekhyun joining you. yes, it’s not always sexy time, he likes it when you shampoo his hair and whisper sweet nothings. and obviously: it’ll all devolve to a laughing fit.
taeyong is the type who wants to be proposed to.
taemin will get a motorcycle license and take you for a frequent ride. he loves getting those kind of back hugs.
both ten and lucas are great at making bracelets. wayv’s dorm is fully equipped with charms, strings, and pearls, so expect matching ones for you.
we’ve seen it, that one’s his favorite move. kai wraps his hand around your shoulder when you walk together.
mark will ALWAYS share his melon.
making you swoon on a DVD evening is lucas’ favorite hobby. he will buy you the most sugary-sweet romance movies. he will often browse streaming sites to select the latest sentimental plots. all these dramas seem to have a male lead who is suspiciously tall and lanky.
if you allow him, taeyong customizes your white tees with his cute drawings.
since taemin swims in money thanks to his profession as the god of kpop (yes, this is a registered job name because i say so), he can fulfill you any wish. he’s stingy and pouty when the shinee hyungs can pay, and the motherfucker baekhyun is even richer since his albums have been taking off so he opens his mochi wallet when superm is gathered, but you... are a different case. taemin will humbly empty his entire pockets when he overhears you gushing over something. there’s a voice in his mind going: must splurge!!
mark loves christmas, you establish an annual tradition to stage a whole couple evening.
baekhyun likes to play charades and especially do karaoke with you. he’s always cutely wiggling his butt and dances like a drunk uncle. he hits the high notes anyway and makes sure you score 100 points.
taeyong can make out with you while at the same time making sure that the milk doesn’t get burned on the stove. kiss’n’stirr multitask tyong alert. gotta make sure the cocoa is served in time, you know.
all the members enjoy playing board games. yep, imagine the fun and sheer chaos.
lucas has the funniest laugh ever indeed. he’ll react to all your jokes, no matter how lame they might be. intensely reassuring.
taemin’s hand is basically glued to yours.
taeyong and mark are the kinds of boyfriends that spoil their partner with skincare. fancy a nice face massage with a nice fragrant oil?
baekhyun has been baking heart-shaped pizzas ever since you started dating. he just can’t make them round anymore.
mark will join you on anything you’re currently bingewatching.
kai sometimes — only half-jokingly — goes down on both knees bowing forward with his hands on the ground just to show how much he wants to thank you. in case you didn’t notice: this guy treats you like a deity.
ten usually gets confused glances from the other members whenever he gets the current date wrong: he simply loses track of time with you.
lucas makes a habit of buying you flowers every other week. but on unpredictable occasions, and he arranges them in places you’d never expect.
taemin will build you a weird-looking snowman to make you laugh, and give it an even stranger name. ten will build one that looks like you. kai doesn’t build snowmen, he just stands there challenging you to throw snow balls at him.
mark will hang out with you at the beach constantly bringing his guitar. he’ll serenade you all the time.
returning from three months of touring, baekhyun has once climbed your balcony when your parents were in the other room. yep, he was that desperate to see you. somebody give this man a rope and helmet.
taeyong writes down heartfelt confessions on 365 folded slips of paper so you can open one every day. your reactions will range from ‘awwh!’ to straight-up tears.
ten does regular couple yoga with you. a mildly challenging form, not the circus acrobat version. he’ll do the difficult parts anyway. you can pretzel this guy up, he’ll do anything to make you laugh.
when it rains you hook your arm around his, and lucas always holds the umbrella. even the wildest gush of wind can’t make it turn inside out. you arrive home entirely dry. xuxi is so cute, he’s also a great source of cooling shadow in the summer without even trying.
taemin’s skinship overdrive doesn’t stop with endless hand-holding, back hugs and kisses. he wants to lay down in your lap whenever he can. he looks damn pretty with his hair splaying there. if you work on your laptop, you can pretty much count to ten and he’s already nestled there.
kai does pushups with you on his back. it’s a staple. each time he does one, he says ‘i love you’. he increases his count every day.
NSFW
it’s no secret that taeyong is great at acting or pulling off any outfit and costume. expect roleplay of the finest kind — literally. he looks good in a firefighter uniform. you’ll be burning up pretty much automatically.
taemin can’t keep his tongue in. it’s terrible. he’s always in the mood for head. his sloppy noises are the absolute worst, it turns you on way too fast.
lucas had some major problems finding condoms that fit him.
ten and taemin are so switchy, they have an unresolved power struggle going on. begs for a dominant third party to help them out.
kai owns expensive latex gear.
baekhyun may be the king of vocals and breath technique, but if you push him far enough he does get hoarse.
taemin often jokes how kai will one day break his dick from fucking too hard.
meanwhile, mark’s dick is already falling off – from fucking too often. this guy has some major hormones going for him. no surprise, a guy who can promote in four kpop groups at the same time is a stamina king.
taeyong likes eating pussy with another party involved. three’s a crowd my friend. sometimes it’s taemin who unleashes his spit waterfall power, sometimes it’s baekhyun who preoccupies himself with nibbling at the inner thigh while taeyong digs in.
taemin owns the most underwear.
mark takes valerian drops because he is so nervous in bed. it never really goes away, it’s his nature.
taeyong keeps a lube collection. a different flavor for all occasions. he likes associating certain scents with specific body parts.
kai has a heels kink. he literally goes wild over it.
taemin likes to have sex with favorite glasses on.
taeyong and kai are the most likely to cry during sex. baekhyun as well if you rough him up enough.
mark gets rock hard the fastest, followed by kai. he’s a grower.
taeyong gets the best inspiration for a song when he gets a casual dick riding.
taemin watches extremely x-rated erotic thrillers and bdsm flicks that are heavy on the plot. he gets more invested in the characters and actors than you think. since his japanese is amazing? of course he also owns a giant 90s hentai collection.
when he’s jerking off, baekhyun chokes himself. a) because he’d make too much noise otherwise and b) because asphyxiation is his favorite thing.
kai feels pleasure in his every cell. he cums the hardest. and, as you can expect, his body expresses it the most extremely, accurately, passionately. if you’ve seen it even once, you’ll never look at him the same again.
taemin has less experience than his discography claims, but more than you’d think. he researches sexual techniques as well. you can brace yourself.
mark has not just a tiger inside, but a freak inside, waiting to be unleashed.
sex while gaming is a go-to activity for baekhyun.
lucas has the best stamina when it comes to getting head.
taemin throws his head back during sex. and no, he doesn’t T-pose. i’m kidding — of course he does. but only when he’s on his back.
taeyong tends to grip a pillow when he cums.
or he humps one when he’s by himself.
ten has the best taste in sexy time playlists.
baekhyun has the best taste in singing his own playlist along.
oh, the things kai has bought at a gas station at 3AM.
baekhyun sucks strap the best. he can open his mouth the widest, drools a lot, and makes the best noises unsurprisingly.
how to turn on lee taemin? he likes getting slapped.
since he’s the most avid and most diverse eater, lucas’ sperm tastes the best. he’s shove 50 fruits into his system just to give you a sweet experience.
mark is absolutely a starfish.
kai wears fishnet tops if you fancy it.
curiously, baekhyun out of all people doesn’t announce when he’s cumming. you’ll hear it, though.
taeyong’s dildo collection is one for the books.
taemin has visited a pro dominatrix a couple times. needless to say, he was the #1 favorite client at the dungeon. having fully submerged into a fantasy world, taemin was one whip crack away from falling in love with the mistress. but then covid happened and the venue closed.
mark’s dick looks really pretty.
taemin can grind on the strap at every humanly possible angle. he’s almost always ready to take it. he carries a prep kit.
kai — that fucker — knows how to make you wet the most with his bare hands. prepare for the thigh ride of your life, too.
taeyong, baekhyun, and taemin have the best arches. kai is coming for the top three as well. ten’s arch is so good, it can’t be considered one anymore.
baekhyun knows every adult movie out there. theoretically, nothing can shock him. in reality, he melts in your hands.
taeyong is so sexually active with you, he has quit eating garlic.
kai will exploit your muscle kink in any way he can.
taemin, being a devil, has that one button on his phone that he can press when you go out for dinner. he’s OBSESSED with getting you off. once you head home, it’s basically running down your thighs.
ten has once opened a condom with scissors to scare away a date that grew weird on him by the time it got to the do.
lucas is too tall for doing missionary normally.
this will surprise nobody: mark is great at constantly keeping up the dirty talk.
baekhyun’s car is sort of like a brothel on wheels. he can’t count how many times he got down and dirty in there. he cleans it all up by himself.
kai can technically grip you the hardest but he’s the gentlest and great at caressing the whole body.
taemin has the easiest time saying what precisely he wants. he is also the best people reader — most your wishes he can pretty intuit. taemin observes your interests well.
ten likes his hair pulled and makes angelic noises when you do so.
baekhyun likes camgirls and erotic chats with strangers online. he spends a lot of money for nsfw internet encounters.
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Press your Number; (1)
pairing: badboy!taemin x (f) reader
word count: 3.2k
warnings: drug use, illegal drug dealing, smutty smut, switch leaning dom!taemin (tw:Jonghyun is mentioned as a character)
When did You meet him? A complicated question really. Taemin. He held secrets in his heart, he was dangerous, maybe that was what intrigued you most about the boy. Sure the leather jacket he always wore was an addition.
College, the day before freshman year, a large party at the neighboring frat to your sorority. That was when you first saw him, when his eyes first hypnotized your mind. It was a rather prestigious school, and Taemin never really fit. That group never fit. Meaning they weren’t the typical pretentious rich kid whose daddy paid full tuition.
You were your parents pride, pretty-headstrong-straight-A-student. It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows having wealth, more than you had any idea what to do with. There were standards to be upheld and met, to embarrass yourself would be to embarrass your family.
You’d had a well off relationship with your father, You knew he wanted the best for you. He worked hard so that You’d have a better foot hold in life. You knew that You would be aloof without him, struggling to make ends meet. You didn’t want that. That fear to struggle alone kept you on track, until You went to college of course.
•
The lecture hall was full, though only a handful were still awake. The monotonous voice of your professor, a steady yet peaceful lullaby. The boy next to you jolted awake as the professors voice became louder.
“End of term papers should be turned in on my desk by tomorrow, until then, class dismissed.” The classmates around you grabbed their things, and hurried out of the hall.
“You got the notes for me princess?”
“You shouldn’t fall asleep every class, Taemin. Not everyone is going to do your biding.”
“Hmm, I don’t know I think I can be pretty convincing, don’t you think?” You could feel the smirk radiant from his perfect lips.
“Whatever.” Your face burned, as you stood up and headed for the door.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” Taemin’s voice came up behind you, “Let me make it up to you. Tonight.”
“There’s a party tonight.”
“Then your house will be empty?” You could hear the mischievous tone in his voice.
“Taemin-“
“Come on please?”
You sighed, “Fine, but if any of them come home-“
“I hide in the closet and don’t make a sound.” He waved it off nonchalantly.
“It’s serious Taemin, if my father were to get wind of anything that’s going on...” You paused, trying to find the right words.
“He won’t go along with it, I know.” He said as we made it into the hall.
“Y/n!” Your friend, Mia, called your name from down the hall.
“I’ll be over at 9.” Taemin whispered before slipping amongst the crowd. You let the familiar shiver ghost up your spine, Taemin always did that to you, and it was only his words. His hands, however, made you shake in pleasure and anticipation.
“Are you ready for the party tonight?” Mia asked excitedly linking arms.
“Aw you know, I don’t think I can make it. I need to pack, my dad is coming tomorrow afternoon after classes.”
“Y/n l/n? Not prepared? It can’t be.” She jokingly gasped.
“Ya, ya, I’ll be fine.” Mia chuckled as you went back to the house.
•
You bid the girls goodbye, it was 9:30, they claimed they couldn’t be early even if the party was just a few houses down, they had to show up fashionably late. You’d texted Taemin to just wait in his car until they left.
“Thirty minutes, that’s how long I sat there.” Taemin informed you as he came through the door. You giggled as he grabbed your waist and pulled you against him, the kiss he placed on your lips was hungry, desperate, your arms snaked around his neck. You were pushed against the wall next to the front door, “Though, it gave me time to think of what I can do to you tonight.” He pulled away to speak, moving his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck.
His hand slipped beneath your polka-dot pajama shorts. Pulling your panties to the side he plunged a finger into you. The gasped moan that fell past your lips held longing. You’d missed his touch, it was enough to drive you over the edge already. The sloppy circles he drew over your clit with his thumb made your body shake lightly.
You pulled away lightly your mouth hung somewhat open and eyes hooded in pleasure, “Upstairs.” You managed to get out. Taemin got the hint before pulling away and letting you lead him up the steps.
The door shut behind Taemin before he grabbed you from behind and latched his lips onto your neck again. Your breath was shaky in your throat.
“God I’m gonna miss this.” Taemin mumbled into your neck, the words served as a reminder that it was the last week of school before winter break. You’d be going home, returning to the city, the upper east side of New York, for the holidays.
You were going to miss the freedom of college for 4 weeks, you were going to miss Taemin’s touch, the way he made your body feel. He didn’t hold back, he wanted to proclaim to whatever God, show them exactly how much he loved you. He knew, however, that he couldn’t have more than these secret—behind closed doors— meet ups, hiding away your relationship from prying eyes. He wasn’t of ‘her class’ as they’d say, image and reputation mattered, and he didn’t fit that image.
As he thrust into you from behind, his pace got almost unbearable as he slammed his cock deeper inside you. Unintentionally taking his anger out on your body, your cries of pleasure were muffled, your face having been pressed into the mattress. Tears and saliva wetting the blankets beneath you, your senses where completely heightened as you felt your orgasm approaching. And when his cock brought you your release it was his name you cried out in pure ecstasy— but he didn’t stop his menstruations, the seemingly endless slapping of your skin with his.
Your body shook, the overstimulation taking its toll. He pulled you up so that your back was pressed against his bare chest, “T-Taemin I can’t-“ you spoke through breathless moans.
“No baby, I know you can,” He reassured you before bringing his hand around to rub harsh circles over your clit, “Give me another one.”
His combined efforts hurtled you over the edge again in less than a minute. Tears continually streamed down your cheeks, and a chocked sob left your throat, before Taemin met his own release with a low grunt in your ear.
You collapsed next to each other, catching your breaths. Your breaths mixing in the steamy mess of your bedroom. Taemin rolled onto his side, facing you before he grabbed your chin and kissed you, it was hungry yet passionate. It strangely really felt like ‘goodbye’ rather than the ‘see you later’ it used to be.
“What’s wrong?” You ask when he pulls away.
“I just-“ He shook his head, sending you a small closed mouth smile, “Never mind, It’s not important.”
He said it in his head, screamed it, ‘I love you, please don’t choose someone else, please don’t walk away.’ However he knew he’d never say it to you. He was bad for you, his tendencies and habits. He knew it wouldn’t be more than these secret meetings. You’d find someone, or your father would, who gave you more than his own criminal-like tendencies could. He knew you’d be happier in someone else’s arms.
•
The last day of classes was easy, term papers all turned in. Taemin fell asleep in class again, everything was normal, to the finest degree.
“I’ll drive you home.” Taemin had said to you, you nodded to him with a smile. You reached his car, a dark green 1970 Chevy Impala, a very Taemin car in your opinion. He opened the passenger door for you.
“How chivalrous of you.” Your words causing him to roll his eyes as he shut the door, to which you chuckled, “So what do I owe the pleasure, you taking me home?” You asked once he was in the drivers seat.
He shrugged, as he pulled away from the curb and continued down the street, “I won’t see you for awhile, might as well enjoy your company.”
You snorted, “No need to get all sappy with me Lee, I’m sure you’ll have me tangled in the sheets the day we come back to campus.”
Silence filled the car as he drove down the streets. You could sense he had something on his mind, like he had the urge to say something. And he didn’t the whole way, until you were parked across the street from the sorority both your backs leaning against the driver side of the car. Taemin lit a cigarette taking a few drags before finally speaking, the brisk breeze blowing the cloud of tobacco your way.
“What about your father?” His words held a bitter twinge to them— as if mentioning him left a bad taste in his mouth.
You looked over and up at him as you studied his face for any indication of what he meant, “What about him?” His eyes bore down into your own with the upmost intensity. free from prying eyes. Or so you thought.
Taemin shook his head, “Nevermind.” You overlooked the pained smile he had forced on his features. Stepping on his cigarette before moving in front of you he grabbed your cheek then placing his lips upon your own, the same hunger they always had beneath it made you crack a smile against his lips. He pressed your back flush against the side of his car.
“Taemin, as much fun as you fucking me against your car sounds, it’s probably not the best idea.” Your voice was breathy as you pulled away.
“I’ll be subtle about it.” He smirked. You considered it, the street was pretty much barren, void of any prying eyes. Or so you thought.
“My dad will be here to pick me up soon.”
“Tch, your lose.” He said before stepping away from you.
“I’ll see you in a couple weeks.” You smiled, pecking at his lips before walking across the street but you stopped half way turning back around to face him, “And Taemin, don’t be a stranger, text me.”
“Ya, ya, as you wish.” He waved you off with a smile, “Have fun.”
You waved to him as he drove away, and when you turned to go inside you heard a car honk. You turned around again only for your fathers ginormous black suburban to pull up, and to your surprise your father was the one driving.
When he got out you gave him a bear hug, you were his little girl.
“Oof,” he let out along with a chuckle, “Your hugs never get old, sweetheart. You ready to go?”
“Where’s Kevin?” You asked when you released him from the hug, curious as to where your fathers driver was.
“He had some business to attend to.” He reassured you, “I assume you have everything packed? We don’t want to keep your mother waiting.”
“Ya I just have to grab my bag.”
•
5 minutes prior;
Your father watched from where you had parked further down the street, he was seething. Watching as some random boy pinned his daughter between himself and the car. He was bad news, searching for a climb up the New York social latter.
The leather jacket, the car, the cigarettes, the way he handled his precious daughter. He was no where near the standard he held for his daughter.
“Sir?” Kevin asked from the drivers seat.
“Tail him, find out who he is, I never want him coming near my daughter again.”
“Sir, are you saying-“
“Yes. Take him out.”
•
Taemin;
He sat on the couch in the back of the club— the typical hangout. He had a new cigarette sitting between his middle and pointer finger, Jinki came threw the door to his office, a large stack of cash in hand.
“Hey jackass this isn’t a lodging house, feet off the couch.” Taemin scoffed but ultimately listened, sitting up.
“Is that all from last night?” He asked.
“Only half.”
“Shit.” Kibum said from his spot on the floor, most likely high with the way he was slurring his words, “We should put Taemin on the stage more often.”
“We getting our shares?” Minho asked as he cleaned his gun.
“Push me and your answer will be no. Kibum, stop testing the fucking merchandise, I’m not afraid to cut your share.” Laughter bubbled in Kibums throat, “Jonghyun, can you sober him up? I need him to sell tonight.”
Jonghyun sighed, “On it.”
“Taemin— I’m putting you on section 3, bachelorette party.”
“Fantastic.” He said before taking another drag from his cigarette.
The 5 of them worked together, Jinki bought the club a couple years back. He hired strippers, waitresses and bar tenders, and the 5 of them worked the illegal dealings, most of the time. But after a male stripper left on short notice, Taemin stepped in. And the costumers loved him. Kibum sold illegal drugs to mingling groups, usually with the help of Taemin. Minho covers security— checking Id’s and such, and Jonghyun dj’s, the whole ordeal wouldn’t work without him.
Before he went out and danced almost fully naked in front of random women. He texted you.
T: goodnight, sleep well
Y/n: Lee Taemin going to bed early? Who are you???
Taemin couldn’t help but smile at his screen, he could hear your voice as he read it.
T: No, but I know you do
Y/n: You got me there...
T: Sleep well
•
The previous week drifted past and it was Christmas Eve. Snow now on the ground, it absorbed the noise around it, making everything fall quite.
The club wasn’t the ideal place any regular person would find themselves on Christmas. But the boys were all Taemin had, the only people he could truly consider family.
“JESUS KIBUM!” Jinki’s voice shouted, the boy in question was slouched over on the couch, passed out. He didn’t even stir.
“He’s cooked, good luck with that.” Minho snorted.
“We had a new buyer meeting set up tonight, willing to pay double for 7 grams.”
“I can do it.” Taemin shrugged, and it was settled. A Simple deal, nothing he couldn’t handle.
You;
Piano played carols downstairs, the annual Christmas Eve party your father threw was in full swing. The wealthy families in the neighborhood attended talked business and such. Though you were preoccupied, starring at the screen of your phone, waiting for Taemin to text you back, you sighed when nothing popped up you left your phone on you bed before slipping back down the stairs to join the crowd.
“Y/n, darling, there you are! There’s someone your father would like you to meet.” Your mother spoke, she grabbed your hand guiding you in the foyer. You saw your father talking to a man about his age.
“Ah, sweetheart!” Your father greeted with a warm smile, “This is Mr. and Mrs. Wong, We work closely together.”
“It’s wonderful to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Wong.” You said with a bright smile.
“And, can’t forget their wonderful son, very intelligent young man.” Your father gestured to the boy who stood with them, you hadn’t even realized he was there until that very moment. He was handsome, he grabbed your hand kissing the back of it lightly.
“I’m Lucas.” He greeted and you swore that smile would make you melt, your cheeks burned crimson. You knew what your father was proposing with Lucas, and you couldn’t exactly fight him in it. In a life such as yours, your choices are made for you, including who to love and marry. Though you felt loving Lucas would come easier than you’d imagined.
Taemin;
Taemin was leaned against a graffiti covered wall in a quiet alley way, waiting for this new costumer Jinki had spoken of. The guy eventually came down the alley, Taemin rolled his eyes at how obvious this new-bee was being.
“Hey are you-“ he started.
“Ya, ya, you got the money?”
“Can I see the product first?” The man asked, Taemin rolled his eyes before taking out the bag holding it up, “That’s it?”
“It’s what you asked for, 7 grams.”
“I don’t remember that.” The guy argued.
“Look, take it or leave it dude.”
But he didn’t respond, that’s when Taemin saw the flashing lights, his stomach dropped, “NYPD, come out of the alley with your hands up!”
“You set this up? Fucking snitch.” He spat before he went barreling down the other side of the alley. He ran to his car, speeding off, his mind was racing a thousand miles per minute. He knew if they didn’t know his car by now they’d know soon.
He pulled up behind the club, rushing out of the car and then inside. Taemin shoved Jinki the second he saw him, The tensions quickly going from 0 to 100.
“The bastard called the cops!” Taemin yelled.
“Fucking shit.” Jinki spoke.
“I have to go, I-I have to leave.” Taemin was freaking out.
“Taemin we can figure this out, you don’t have to go anywhere.” Jonghyun stepped in.
“I’m not taking you all down with me- I’m sorry, I’ll contact you all when it’s safe.”
And with that Taemin was out the door again, hearing the sirens off in the distance only serving to heighten his unrest. As he sped through the bustling night streets. He pulled out his phone as he headed for the countryside, in hopes to disappear and lay low for a bit.
He pressed your number, his heart ached when you didn’t answer. He took a deep breath to steady his voice, going to speak when the tone sounded.
“Hey, Y/n, uh— I got into some trouble, I won’t be able to talk until it’s safe- Uh b-but I will, don’t worry too much about me.”
He wished he could’ve heard your voice, spoken directly to you. It would’ve calmed him down, cleared his mind enough to be aware of the black suburban tailing behind him. Would’ve prepared him for the pit maneuver that sent his car into a tree.
He coughed on the smoke before pushing the car door open, and falling out onto the asphalt. Taemin looked up to see the man from the alley way.
“You-“ Taemin croaked, blood from a cut on his forehead dripped down his face, “What? Are you a cop?”
He chuckled, “Taemin, you simply messed with the wrong family. And pissed off a powerful father.”
“You’re mistaken, Ive never met the guy.” Taemin’s hoarse voice spoke again.
“You really think he doesn’t keep tabs on her?”
“So what are you here for? To threaten me to not go near her again?” He asked groaning as he rose to his feet.
“Not exactly.” The man, Kevin, raised his arm. A gun in hand. And before Taemin had time to react it was too late. A twisted game of class resulting in blood shed. For she was higher than he.
The final sounds hushed by the snow that began to fall; were that of a gun shot and a body crumpling to the cool earth below.
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