#bangtan scenarios
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High School Sweethearts
Genre - smut
Words - 5k
Warnings - afab reader, oral sex (f receiving), drinking (characters are sober enough to consent), panty stealing, Jungkook being a menace
Who knew a high school reunion could be so awkward?
Admittedly, you went in with your hopes way too high. You guessed that seven years would be enough time for people to mature and grow out of their high school stereotypes. You guessed wrong, of course. It seemed like it was too much to assume that people could change. Perhaps being back in your old school gymnasium had regressed everyone back to their former selves. The jocks were back to being rowdy, and the queen bees were buzzing around them, hanging off their every word as if they weren't all a little too old for that behaviour.
But as much as you enjoyed rolling your eyes at them, you weren’t much different. As a former wallflower, you chose to stick close to the edge of the room, examining every other person like they were animals in a zoo. It was interesting to watch how everyone tried to big themselves up, arguing about who had the flashiest car or the hottest spouse. It was as if everyone was trying to prove how much better they were, fighting for popularity like they were seven years ago. As if any of them were any different to one another.
They weren't.
Most of them had a dead-end job that would lead them to nowhere but an early, stress-induced grave. Some of them had kids, and they liked to pretend that their lives were better with the addition of dummies, baby formula and an extreme amount of disgusting bodily fluids. You had to disagree. The fact that they were all willing to rid themselves of their adult selves for a night, and come back to the place where everyone lived out the most confusing years of their life, said enough. Even school was better than whatever adult life had to offer.
There was one person who you had yet to see; the one you’d actually been most looking forward to speaking to again. It's not like you’d been close with him throughout high school, more so that the two of you had a mutual understanding. You’d smile at each other in the hallway, or take notes for the other when they decided to skip. Sometimes you even said hi when you sat down next to one another in class. Thinking back on it, he was probably the closest thing to a friend you had during high school, which was kind of sad.
His name was Jeon Jungkook, and you thought he was perfect. Even if he was kind of scrawny, and got shy every time a girl looked in his direction, he was still the cutest boy in school, in your eyes. The way he slid notes across to you in class to ask you questions that he thought were too silly to ask the teacher, or the way he’d nudge you with his foot if he noticed you dropping to sleep during class. Everything about him was endearing, and honestly, you’d missed him.
Your inability to make friends had carried over to adulthood, but this time you weren’t so lucky to have an ally like him out in the real world. You hated everyone at your job, and you were pretty sure they hated you too. They were chatty and bitchy and reminded you way too much of the teenage girls that used to talk about you behind your back in school. Obviously, you avoided them like the plague, trying to keep yourself to yourself, but that got lonely. Sometimes you found yourself longing for that weird kid that got you through school to come back and rescue you.
You took a sip from your drink, deciding that the only way to fully enjoy the night would be to be too drunk to remember it. Then at least you wouldn't know that you wasted a night of your life that could've been used to catch up on everything you’d been putting off for the past few weeks. Unfortunately, with how weak the drinks had been made, you were probably still sober enough to drive. That wouldn’t do at all.
As you reached out to grab another drink, a shocked silence fell over the room. Weird, you thought as you brought the second glass to your lips, pouring the mysterious liquid into your mouth. It tasted kind of funny, like a bunch of teenagers had mixed together whatever they’d found in their parent’s liquor cabinets in an attempt to get them as drunk as humanly possible in as little time as they could. It was ironic, in a way. To most of the people in the room, the drink was probably a nightmarish throwback to the high school parties that you were never cool enough to be invited to.
Finally, you decided to take interest in whatever had made to room fall so eerily quiet. That was when you spotted him, the weirdest kid in school (joint last with you) looking more beautiful than any greek or roman statue you’d ever seen. Gone was the bowl cut, replaced by soft, curly black locks that rested gracefully against his cheekbones. Even from this distance, you were sure you could see the glinting of an eyebrow piercing from under his perfectly styled hair. You were definitely sure that you could see a lip piercing, hugging the plush pink skin that you spent every night in high school dreaming about kissing.
Jungkook just stood there in the doorway, awkward as ever. It made you giggle to see the gaggle of women that were huddling around the jocks only moments prior switch their attention so fast. The men didn't seem to mind, equally stunned by the muscular man that seemed to have crashed the party.
“Hi,” one of the prettiest of the group said, her voice soft and beautiful as she spoke, “I’m not sure I remember you. Did you go to our school?” You had to hold back the wince that was begging to come out.
“I’m Jungkook,” he gave her a polite smile, almost as if there wasn't an intense fire burning behind his eyes. By the look on his face, you could tell he was barely keeping it together.
“I’m sorry,” for a second you thought she was apologising for the years of torture she put him through. It sounded almost sincere too, and if you didn't know her any better, you would've believed it. But before you could let yourself forget the grudge you’d been harbouring for years, she opened her mouth again, “I don't think we’ve ever met. You’re too handsome for me to have forgotten.”
Once again, Jungkook just gave her a tight-lipped smile. Although this time, he didn't have the courtesy to reply. His eyes flickered over the rest of the crowd who had begun to chatter about the handsome stranger who’d just walked into the room. In a way, you weren't surprised that no one seemed to know who he was. He would’ve looked like an entirely different person to anyone, bar you, of course. You’d spent hours upon hours trying to surreptitiously burn his features into your retinas; you’d recognise those bewildered-looking eyes anywhere.
Said eyes seemed to focus on you for little more than a second before he departed from his audience, not even muttering so much as a goodbye. The polite smile faded as soon as his back was turned to them and you had to stop yourself from giggling at the way he rolled his eyes into the back of his head. It was almost like you were a schoolgirl again, your childish heart pounding in your chest at the sight of the man you’d been waiting to see all night.
“Hi,” he waited until he was right in front of you to say anything. You were grateful for that. It made it feel more intimate, almost as if your entire school year wasn’t watching Jungkook tug you into a warm embrace. An embrace that passed a little too quickly for your liking. You hadn’t even had a chance to wrap your own arms around his extremely toned waist before he was pulling back and holding you at an arm's length.
He studied you from head to toe, the look on his face inquisitive as his dark irises darted from side to side. It was like he was trying to engrave you into his mind, much like you’d done during school. In a way, it made you feel exposed. Weirdly, you didn't mind.
“Hi,” you finally muttered back, “It’s been a while.”
He chuckled in response, his face lighting up with that oh-so-familiar bunny smile that he used to wear. You missed it more than you cared to admit.
“I guess it has,” The hands that rested on your shoulders felt warm, burning through the thin fabric of your dress and into the skin below, “it would’ve been even longer if I hadn’t decided to come.”
“Were you not going to?” He shook his head in response.
“Thought it would just be one big cliche,” he grunted, “although that's a little hypocritical of me, right? I mean how cliche is it for the loser to get buff after they leave school?”
“Just a little cliche,” you laughed. Even though your interactions with Jungkook in the past had mostly been wordless, talking to him like he was an old friend felt natural. You felt at home, talking to him, and with the way his body relaxed, you guessed it was the same for him. “What did make you decide to get hot?”
He grinned as he used one hand to brush some hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. It made you shudder; your ear had always been a sensitive spot for you. You prayed that Jungkook hadn't noticed your reaction, although the smirk on his lips told you otherwise. He definitely noticed.
“You’ve always found me hot,” you assumed he was joking, but there was no laughter in his voice. His eyes were deadly serious, despite the Cheshire grin he wore. To be fair, this was the most words you’d ever said to him in your life; he probably just had a dry sense of humour that you never knew about. There was no way he knew about your long-term crush on him that had all of a sudden reignited after all these years.
“Hotter, then,” you corrected yourself with a grin that matched his, “What made you decide to become hotter than that scrawny, nerdy guy I knew so long ago.”
He smirked, clearly pleased with your compliments. You never knew he was so arrogant. It was a complete 180 to how he had been when you knew him in school. It was hot, though. Not that everything about him wasn’t…
“Fancied a change,” he muttered before he stepped closer to you, hands still firmly on your shoulders. There was no escape from his stern gaze; no matter where you looked you could feel his eyes on your face. “And what about you?”
“What about me?” your voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard it nonetheless. It was cute, reminding him of the times when you could barely say hi to him without fumbling over the simple word. Your personality really hadn't changed, he realised.
“When did you get so hot?” As he took another step closer, his chest now only inches away from yours, you could feel his breath tickling your face. Your eyes fluttered shut and you let out a shaky breath.
“What do you mean?” Your voice was just as shaky as your breathing. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything. You were grateful for that.
His hands remained strong on your shoulders, holding you against him with no escape. Sure, his grip was loose enough that you could put a stop to whatever this was if you wanted to. But whether it was due to your own desire to finally get close to the man, or just the desperation that was growing inside of you, you didn’t. You stayed right where he wanted you, waiting for him to pounce upon you like you were the prey to his lion.
“Well, if I remember correctly,” one hand let go of you, only to brush against your exposed collarbones in a way that made you want him to do something about the growing wetness between your thighs. His fingers were light, only giving you the gentlest of touches across the area. You had to bite back a whimper as one finger trailed up and down the side of your neck. “You never exposed this much chest when we were younger. Not this much leg, either.”
He let out a chuckle when you finally let a small whimper slip from your plush lips. He had you right where he wanted you. Where he had been wanting you for the last few years now.
“I always knew I made a mistake by not making you mine. I was just so shy back then, and you were just so pretty,” you could barely focus on his words, too busy trying to control yourself. It’s not like anyone else in the room was paying any attention to the two of you anymore, but you were two seconds away from begging Jungkook to stick his dick inside of you. Now that certainly would’ve brought attention to the two of you.
“Who’d have thought that my shy little seatmate would grow up to look this good? Thick thighs, a gorgeous pair of tits, and the prettiest pink lips I think I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I really have been missing out.”
You didn’t know what to do other than suck your bottom lip between your teeth and bite down. Jungkook only chuckled, using his thumb to set it free from the vice grip you had on it.
“I always found your shyness hot, though,” he confirmed, making sure you knew that your body wasn’t the only thing he wanted from you. “Although I guess it’s more hopelessly adorable, right?”
Did he want you to answer him? You hoped not. You didn’t really know what to say other than ‘take me to your car right now and make me scream so loud that everyone in this building knows what we’re doing,’ and for some reason, you didn’t feel like that was the right thing to say.
“Jungkook,” you whispered once you were sure that he was, in fact, waiting for a reply.
“Yes, Sweetheart?”
“Please do something,” you gave him the best puppy eyes you could muster, remembering the times in school when he’d let you copy his homework every time you flashed them in his direction. Maybe you could prey on his old weakness.
“Oh, baby,” he cooed, “I was going to see how long I could tease you, but I can’t say no to you when you look at me like that.”
And with that, he let his hand grip onto yours as he started to guide you out of the gymnasium and towards the school locker rooms. For a second you wondered whether you were making a bad decision, but those thoughts didn't last long. It's not like anyone would miss the two of you, you decided as he let him tug you along. In fact, you doubted anyone would notice your absence for the rest of the night. The hot ‘stranger’, maybe, but you? Definitely not.
As you approached the doors to the male and female locker rooms, the two of you stopped.
“Choose, baby,” he tugged you in front of him so his chest was against your back. You could feel his abs flexing against you, and you were sure he was doing it on purpose, just to rile you up.
“Girls,” you mumbled, letting Jungkook guide you again the moment the word slipped from your mouth.
“I agree,” he pushed the door open, which was surprisingly enough unlocked, and guided you into the dark room. “Probably smells nicer in here, right?”
You let out a snort at his comment, although it never broke through the tense atmosphere that had settled over the two of you.
The lights were suddenly switched on and you were able to take in your surroundings. Benches lined the pink-tiled walls, and hooks hung from the walls. You remembered being in here as a teenager and hating it, but now, when it was empty, you found the room almost peaceful.
“I was right.,” He bragged, “it smells great in here!”
“I think girls just smell better than boys.”
“True.”
For some reason, although you were a step closer to getting what you wanted, you felt more at ease. Your mind was less hazy, and your tongue was finally able to form words. It helped that Jungkook was no longer pressed up against you like he had been for the past 20 minutes, though you suspected your freedom from his grasp wouldn’t last long.
“You always smelled perfectly nice,” you said, spinning round to face him once again. He leaned against the wall, one foot leaning up against it. You hadn’t noticed the huge boots he was wearing before, but you had to admit that they suited him. The new confident air that seemed to follow him matched the black leather perfectly.
“Thanks, baby,” he smiled softly.
He pushed away from the wall, only to take a few steps closer to you. As we walked, he rolled the sleeves of the black shirt up, exposing a sleeve of tattoos. You felt your mouth go dry at the sight, all the moisture in your body seeming to relocate to between your thighs.
“It really is a shame that we were both too shy to talk to each other back then,” as he shifted closer, you began to shuffle back. Step after step, your heels clicking against the cold, tile floor until you could step back no further. The wooden bench was cold against the exposed backs of your knees, making you shiver. “I can't believe I made myself wait all this time to finally have you. It’s like I’m living out my teenage dream, baby.”
“Me too, Koo,” when he reached you, he pushed you down by the shoulders until you were sitting on the bench. Your already short dress rode up even more, exposing the way the meat of your thighs spread so deliciously.
Jungkook let out an audible groan as he watched them jiggle slightly. He thought you were pretty back then, but now he thought you were delectable. He could barely hold himself back from pouncing on you and sucking dark hickeys onto the expanse of unmarked flesh.
“Koo,” he repeated, sounding almost as breathless as you felt, “I like that. It’s cute.”
“Koo,” you whimpered out. Although you now knew that the puppy eyes did nothing, you still pulled them out as you let your pent-up desire fall from your tongue in waves. “Koo, I need you. Please, do something.”
It was an ego boost, he couldn’t lie. Hearing you begging for him like you did in his wet dreams was honestly a little more than he could handle. It got harder and harder for him to hold himself back, but somehow he managed. Even if it was just so he could hear your pretty whines for a little longer.
“You’ll have to elaborate, Sweetheart,” he was evil, you thought to yourself as he bobbed down in front of you and placed the ghost of a kiss against your inner thigh. It was a sensitive enough spot for you to let out a moan, but nowhere near close enough to your throbbing pussy. “Koo doesn’t know what to do unless you tell him.”
Your words fell short as he stuck his tongue out and licked a long stripe up the warm flesh of your thigh, inching closer to your dripping core by the second. For a second, you could feel the tip of his nose brush against your clit, but it was cruelly ripped away from you before you could even register what was happening.
You quickly gathered yourself, ready to speak once more. But you barely got a single syllable out before he fully pushed your skirt up and attached his lips to the crease of your thigh, where your skin met the seam of your baby pink panties. The groan you let out was animalistic as he sucked harshly, bringing your blood to the surface in an attempt to make the most beautiful purple mark he could muster. He never was an artist, but he was determined to make you his canvas; a beautiful symphony of sweat, spit and deep purple bruises that his lips had painted onto your body.
He pulled away to admire his work. It looked prettier than he expected, especially with the lace of your undergarments sitting right next to it. He was almost tempted to leave your underwear on as he fucked you, but they were so pretty that he couldn’t bear to see them stained with his cum. Maybe he’d just have to keep them in a safe place; that safe place being his back pocket.
He let his instincts take over, fingers slipping under the waistband and pulling the panties down. He muttered out praise when you lifted your hips up and let him pull them past the swell of your ass before dropping yourself down onto the bench. The impact made your thighs jiggle again, and Jungkook stopped what he was doing to mouth at one of them for a second or two.
Finally, he tugged the panties over your feet, slipping your heels off in the process. You watched as he confiscated them, tucking them neatly away in his jeans. The smirk on his face let you know that he wasn’t going to be giving them back any time soon. Oh well; they messed up the silhouette of your dress anyway.
“How did I know you were going to be this pretty?” He bent forwards, coming to suckle on your skin once again. Once again, it was a little too close to your core for you to ignore it completely. Your hands shot out, gripping onto his hair as if that would ground you as he sucked another deep purple hickey onto your skin.
It wasn’t long before he pulled off with a pop and immediately turned his attention to where you wanted him most. He could see you clenching around nothing, your pussy practically begging for him to do something. But you hadn’t told him what to do yet, and so he just sat there, staring at you with an insufferable smirk on his face.
“Koo,” you whimpered as your desperate hands tried to drag his face closer to your core, “please touch me!”
How could he resist you when you asked so nicely? So he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against your swollen clit. It made your body jolt in surprise, but his large hands came to wrap around your hips and pin you down to the bench. He shuffled further forwards so his body was now in between your thighs; there was no way for you to close your legs and escape him now.
His lips fully closed around the sensitive bud as he began to suck. The cold metal of his piecing added to the whole sensation, driving you absolutely insane. A moan escaped you as he worked, loud and pornographic and you hoped that no one was around to hear it. Jungkook chuckled against your core, never breaking away from you. The vibrations sent another wave of pleasure through you and you slammed your head back against the tile wall, eyes screwed tightly shut.
It hurt a little but it was nothing compared to what Jungkook was making you feel. The pain soon dulled to nothing, replaced quickly by your unyielding lust for the man on his knees. He switched to using his tongue to flick against your clit and you wondered how much experience he’d had at this for him to be so good. Everything he did, you felt deep inside of you, making you writhe as much as you could in his domineering grip.
He seemed to find your inability to sit still amusing, smiling to himself as he continued his kitten licks. Either that, or he was just particularly pleased to find himself on his knees for you. You liked the sound of the latter because, although you knew that he was in charge, he was still worshipping you. He was still on the floor giving you everything you could possibly ask for. It made you feel powerful, in a way, even if you were too far gone to do anything about it. You’d just have to let Jungkook take the lead this time; you were sure you’d have your chance again.
All of a sudden, you felt his wet muscle probing your hole, gently stretching your walls open. He licked at you as if you were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, letting out his own grunts and groans as he drank your wetness. His nose was angled so that it bumped your clit every so often, giving you enough stimulation to make you whimper, but not enough to bring you to the edge. He was sick, you thought to yourself as you tried to buck your hips up into his face. It was nothing but a desperate attempt to get more but the hands he had on your hips kept you down.
You could feel him stretching you open on his tongue, and although you knew that it was but a fraction of his real girth, you were still a little grateful that he gave you something before the real thing. Besides, the way he moved his tongue inside of you felt strangely delightful. The way he could wriggle it, making sure that it scraped against your walls in the most intoxicating ways, made you whimper. If you could speak, you were sure that you’d be begging him for more. You were sure that your words would just be replaced by more moans, though.
He soon switched to licking at you once more. His tongue danced against your skin in a manner that made your hands tighten in his hair until your knuckles were white. He didn’t seem to want to let up, though, powering through the feeling of your fingers against his skull. There was a determination within him to make you cum on his tongue, and he prided himself in how quickly he seemed to be pushing you to the edge. All it took was a few more seconds of well-placed licks and you were thrown into the depths of pleasure, writhing around as your orgasms rocked through your body.
After a few more seconds, he pulled away. The entire bottom of his face gleamed as the lights hit the wetness that covered his mouth and nose. You half expected him to try and wipe it away with the back of his hand, but the sharkish grin on his face let you know that he actually enjoyed being this dirty. Part of you wanted to know where that shy boy from years ago went. The one that was too shy to look you in the eyes, and blushed a deep red every time your hands accidentally brushed on the tabletop. But deep down, you knew that this was him, and it had been all along.
“You okay, Sweetheart?” the comforting circles he rubbed onto the plush skin of your hips were such a stark contrast to what was happening only moments prior. He wanted to make sure that he was okay to continue and that you still wanted this. Of course, you did! It’d been such a long time coming that you were pretty sure you’d let him use you in any way he wanted you to, at this point. You nodded at him, but he responded with: “Tell me that you’re okay with your words.”
Just like before, you were unsure if you’d actually be able to get your words out. Your eyes were still shut and your mind was still racing with the memories of his actions from just moments ago.
“M’good,” you mumbled.
“That’s good, baby,” he pressed a kiss to your thigh. It was more gentle than anything he’d done all night, and it let you know that he genuinely did care for you. You weren’t just someone he’d been wanting to fuck, but someone he actually liked as a person.
“Now, baby,” he mumbled into your thigh, looking up at you through his eyelashes. Your heart skipped a beat when you realised how beautiful he looked with his pupils blown out and lust swimming through his features. “As much as I’d love to bend you over this bench right here and now, I like to think I’m a gentleman.”
“Oh, yeah?” You teased, slowly coming to your senses again.
“Do you want to take this back to mine?” Jungkook’s hands had started to wander Firm touches mixed with gentle brushes of his fingertips all up and down your sides. It was distracting, even if it wasn’t meant to be, and you didn’t know if you’d be able to wait until you’d made it back to his. But despite how badly you needed him, the benches were much too uncomfortable to even consider getting fucked on. The last thing you wanted was to end up being bed-bound with back pain for a few days.
So even though it pained you, in a way, you nodded at him. He responded with a grin, happy in the knowledge that you wanted this just as much as him. He stood, offering you his hand like a gentleman would. You took it, more than happy to let him guide you to his car, drive you to his, and fuck you on any surface he wanted to. You were hoping it would be the bed, but at this point, you were sure you’d take anything.
“Lead the way, kind sir,” you smiled back at him.
“My pleasure, Y/N.”
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It's (Just So) Awkward | jungkook (bts) - one
“No way. We’re too different and he’s so—so black and white. A straight-up yes-or-no kind of guy. And I’m not.”
Genre: nerd! Jungkook x outspoken! Reader, university! Au, idiots to lovers au, kim changbin cameo (skz)
A/N: any mention of disorders/medical conditions are fictional and I do not own Jeon jungkook. I only own the plot. If you are sensitive to content that talks about psychological disorders, i would advise you to read at your own risk. Please do enjoy !!
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“And I scream ‘for whatever it’s worth, I love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”
— Cruel Summer, Taylor Swift
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You and Jeon Jungkook have known each other for years.
You know him like the back of your hand, not because you wanted to, but because you were obliged to, with the god-awful amount of time that you spent together.
Everything started back in art class. You had been fifteen at the time and had enrolled in the Visual Arts IGCSE course, as did he. There were only five students in the class, which was the main reason as to how you got to know your classmates that well, considering that these were the sorts of people that you wouldn’t normally hang out with on a daily basis.
You’d taken a seat next to Jungkook on that very first day of class, your colored markers in one hand and your sketchbook in the other, when he’d first decided to pick on the state of your shirt.
“Your shirt is crumpled,” he’d stated matter-of-factly, as though he didn’t have any filter, as though he didn’t care that it might affect your feelings. Good for him that you weren’t the type of person to take things to heart.
You merely straightened and looked at him, “thanks for the observation.”
“Don’t you iron your shirts?”
“Uhm no, I forgot,” you eyed his very organized desk, noticed the straight angles of his own sketchbook perpendicularly placed with his ruler. His pens stacked at its side, parallel to the paper, and his hands poised onto the fresh page.
Your gaze then traveled up to his clean, crisp shirt, hair parted to the side and glasses perched on his nose.
Your eyebrows raised in curiosity as he said, “coming to school with a crumpled up shirt just shows how disorganized you are. Or maybe you didn’t have enough time. Then that’s time-management skills that you lack.”
“Thanks, I’ll take that into consideration,” you’d replied sarcastically.
And from there, you had learnt to know who Jeon Jungkook really was.
Undeniably, he had an amazing gift for art which no one could argue with, so all his backhanded comments were, over time, either ignored or playfully used as insults to tease him back. He was a funny guy — in the sense that he barely had any filter or sense of what was socially accepted to talk about — but you couldn’t say he hadn’t grown on you over the past years and funnily enough, you both ended up in the same university course as Visual Arts major.
“You again?” You’d groaned on the first day of lecture upon noticing his tall, dark frame behind round spectacles. Even out of high school, he still wore a shirt -- this one pale blue -- tucked into sable pants, hair combed back into that side part that now sportrd a few bangs, and his glasses.
He grinned at you from his seat, “hello, Y/N.”
“Why are you here?” You dramatically fell into your seat, swiveled towards him with an exasperated sigh as your chin fell into your hand.
“Because I applied for Visual Arts and got in.”
“Well yeah I knew that much,” you rolled your eyes, “but I thought you wanted to be an architect. Isn’t that what you said before graduation?”
“You remember?” His grin widened, “that’s nice of you—“
“Not on purpose, you dweeb. Now tell me why you’re here instead of bugging someone else in architecture 101.”
“I am in architecture,” he lifted his shoulder in a shrug, “but my course asks for an art prerequisite. They said I couldn’t use my high school grades to give me my transfer credits because art wasn’t my main subject.”
“That’s bullshit. Your art was the best out of all of us.”
“Apparently it wasn’t good enough for them.”
You tilted your head at him, “so you’re telling me I have to suffer through this with you, again? Didn’t I do enough of that in high school?”
“Technically, you’re the one who came to sit next to me.”
“You got a point. Maybe I should move.”
But you didn’t. Not wanting to admit it, you were actually grateful knowing that Jungkook was a familiar element amidst all this new environment. Not that you’d ever tell him that though, knowing he’d take full advantage of it.
That didn’t stop you from complaining about it with your mother every time you saw her appear on your phone screen. She would only laugh and tease you about it, saying that out of all universities, Jeon Jungkook had chosen the one you had applied to. Surely, according to her, she thought it was fate.
“It’s not fate,” you’d grumbled into your pillow, “how can it be fate? He just likes to torture me.”
“He’s not that bad Y/N,” your mother chided, “and you know how he is. His mother said so at the exhibition, remember?”
Yes, you had remembered how his mother had apologized following Jungkook’s harsh criticism of your projects. How could you forget? It had been on the final exhibition evening where all students were decked in black and white to follow the theme of the night, and as part of your final exhibition, you’d had to criticize and analyze your classmates’ pieces with your teacher as mediator. And when Jungkook had been asked to voice his thoughts about your work, he had been void of kindness:
“It doesn’t seem genuine.”
“It lacks of technique.”
“You could’ve used more depth.”
“I don’t see the connection between the artist and the audience.”
Not wanting to cry in front of the entire class had you running to the bathroom as tears streamed down your face, which caused his mother to follow you while trying to explain her son’s horrible behaviour.
“I’m so sorry Y/N. You know he doesn’t mean it that way, not really—“
“Oh then, in what way does he mean it then?” You’d sniffled into your tissue, hating how red your eyes looked in the mirror, “because to me that sounded downright condescending and honestly, I thought better of him—“
“He’s different, Y/N.”
“Different?” You pause, “what do you mean…different?”
That was when she explained about Social Cues Disorder, also known as SCD, which was placed on the Asperger’s spectrum despite being slightly different from the said diagnostic. And as she spoke, it became clear why Jungkook didn’t have any social barriers into speaking his mind even when it might hurt people or be taken the wrong way. The thing was, he didn’t know.
Nevertheless, it took you a few days to recover from his personal attack. You were surprised when Jungkook came up to you a few days after the exhibition to offer you an apology.
“My mother said she told you about SCD,” he spoke as though they were talking about the weather when to you, it was slightly difficult to handle such a topic when you had no idea whether he’d take it right or wrong, “she also said I need to apologize because I was very harsh on you during the exhibition.”
You swallowed thickly, the sting of tears building in your eyes as the memory resurfaced, “yes. You were.”
“I’m sorry,” he replied without missing a beat, “I didn’t know it would hurt your feelings. According to the doctors, I don’t know how to understand people’s emotions or react to people, or say the right thing. So I’m sorry, because I’m sure I might do it again.”
You looked at him for a long moment, judging the weight of his words. Then, you sighed, “that’s fine, Jungkook. Thanks.”
If you removed his lack of total empathy, Jungkook was admittedly kind of fun to be around. He had the most hilariou responses to everything, which you learnt the more you sat next to him in class.
"Color blindness is an eyesight problem," he said one day when you told him that you believed color blindness to be some sort of supernatural gift.
"Well how do you know that the colors you see are the real ones?" You lean over your desk, pen in hand as the soft scratches of pencil to paper filled the room, "maybe we're the ones who are colour blind."
"That is scientifically incorrect."
"Who said so?"
He looked at you as if you were an idiot, "it was scientifically proven, Y/N. I don't think your argument is valid."
"Okay, so let's take schizophrenia for example," you quickly fired back, "people say that those with this disorder hallucinate and see things that aren't there. But maybe, wait--hear me out," you added when Jungkook started shaking his head, "maybe these people actually see things that we don't."
Jungkook's eyebrow rose in what looked to be half-amusement, "I'm not sure that's a valid point. Also, it's medically incorrect to be sharing false information about psychological disorders."
"Not everything is quantifiable, you know."
"Still, what you're saying is that these people have superpowers that don't exist."
"Exactly."
"Sounds like some kind of marvel action movie to me."
Of course he would say something like that. What were you expecting more? With time, you came to understand the phenomenon that was Jeon Jungkook, with his weird quirks and curious way of thinking. You secretly wondered whether he knew how easily people got triggered by his responses, or whether he just went through life with his own kind of colorblindness.
You got rewarded with a first-hand situation between him and another classmate of yours a few days later, going by the name of Kim Changbin.
It was in the middle of mid-term and since deadlines were comig up soon, the printmaking studio was crammed with students trying to finish up their portfolio projects in time. You would normally give Jungkook a hand with the technical materials and tools needed and after having set up his screen, was busy arranging your own set of colours when a voice pierced through the room in anger.
"What the fuck, Jeon?!" Your head swivelled to see Changbin at the station that Jungkook had been standing at seconds prior, looking quite murderous with his damaged screen in hand. Facing him was Jungkook, a palette knife held in mid-air, "what's wrong with you, flaunting that thing around when we all have screens?!"
"I'm sorry," the words came out straight away from Jungkook's mouth, "It wasn't my intention. I'll make sure to work on it--"
"Work on it?" Changbin's nostrils flared. He stepped towards the taller man, "this took me fucking weeks to perfect. And what? You're going to work on it?" He took another step closer, causing Jungkook to lean back, " How the fuck am I supposed to get my artwork back huh?"
"I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention," Jungkook parroted again with eyes glassy as though he didn't know what to say, "I'll make sure to wo--"
"Yeah I heard you the first time!" Changbin hollered, index stabbing at his chest, "this artwork is my scholarship ticket and you fucking ruined it!"
"Hey hey," you quickly stepped in-between the two men, hand latching onto Changbin's shoulder, "he said he was sorry okay? Let's just calm down and--"
"Move out, Y/N, this is none of your fucking business," Changbin pushed you away and you stumbled. He took this chance to lunge for Jungkook's chest and the latter whimpered, yelping and handa scrabbling to push Changbin away, "you gonna take responsibility, dumbass?--"
"I'm sorry it wasn't my intention--"
"You fucking retard you can't even --"
"--make sure to work on--"
"Shut up!" And before he knew it, Jungkook yelped and pushed Changbin away.
"Changbin!"
"Jungkook!"
Changbin fell, crashed straight into a table with such force it split down the middle. For a minute, he lay there motionless, the entire class rendered silent.
And in the middle of it all, a panicked Jungkook holding his hands over his ears.
He crouched down as people moved towards Changbin concern and you took this chance to go to your friend, hearing him mutter the exact same phrase over and over again with a blank look in his eyes.
"Jungkook," your words were quiet as your hand wrapped around his shoulder tentatively, "hey, you alright bud? Let's get you out of here, okay?"
But as if he just realized you were his only safe anchor, the young man was quick to wrap his arms around your middle before he buried his head into your chest.
Your cheeks flamed, but you went to caress the back of his head, knowing that this was not a normal situation. He needed you.
"Jungkook?" You whispered and tried ignoring the way your heart skipped a beat, "you okay?"
"Just--please. Don't move."
Few words with so much power. You couldn't help but crumble and hold him closer if that was possible, hoping that the consequences that would follow would hopefully be called an accident.
This was the first time you'd seen Jungkook, as who he really was. You could have walked away , you had that choice, if you wanted to.
But you didn't.
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"Hey."
Changbin's angry eyes fluttered up to yours from the nurse's bed. He'd been admitted to the campus clinic for an overnight watch in case something went wrong with his back. Due to the force of his fall, he now sported bruises all along his spine and you knew without doubt he'd use it as blackmail against Jungkook even if the wounds were superficial.
"What do you want?" He growled.
From his narrow-eyed stare, it was clear that he was not enjoying his current predicament; that being pinned down to a bed.
"How are you feeling?" You moved a little closer and tried not to flinch under his hard gaze, "I just wanted to see if you were alright."
"Well you got your answer," he snapped, "now if you don't have anytbing else to say, get lost."
"I'm sorry. Jungkook--he's a bit socially awkward and I know you took a lot of time to finish this--"
"That's not your job, is it?" He chuckled emptily, "why are you apologizing on his behalf?"
"Because I know that's what he wants to say, but he's not in a state to say it right now," you took another step closer until you were at his bedside, "so before you go and think that he's just a loser, I wanted to clarify it with you."
"What are you, his mom or something?"
"We're friends, Changbin."
He shook his head, looking amused and you were glad he didn't seem to be so angry now that you exchanged more than two words with him, "and how exactly, did you become friends?"
"Why?"
"You don't seem the type to be friends with that kind of geek, apologies for the insult," he said with a raised brow, "so tell me. How are you friends? Is it by duty?"
"No. He's...it just happened," you tried to stammer through an explanation, though he had a point. How had you become friends? "In any case, does that even matter?"
That was when Changbin grinned at you, "wanna be my friend?"
You stared blankly at him, "what?"
"You wanna be my friend and help me out with my artwork?"
Considering that he would probably combust and drag you along with him if you failed to agree, you were quick to abide by his suggestion, setting up a meeting at the studio a few days later when he'd be safe and sound from the nurse.
You even prepared the materials in advance, setting up all the colours and preparing the screen so that Changbin wouldn't have to wait for it to dry to expose his design.
Your phone vibrated and you quickly pulled it out, frowning when Jungkook's name flashed across the screen.
"Hello?"
"Hello Y/N. Where are you?"
"Uh, at school. Why?"
"I bought chocolate donuts."
Your heart melted slightly, "I'm in the art lab."
Which was where Jungkook found you a few minutes later as he walked through the door, donuts in hand and looking as geeky as ever with a crisp white shirt tucked into light jeans.
"Why are you here?" He frowned, "You're already done with your artwork."
Changbin walked in from the exposure room right at that very instant, his face turning sour as soon as he caught sight of the dark-haired man, "what the fuck are you doing here?" He growled.
"I'm here to give some donuts to--"
"To you!" You grabbed the donut box from Jungkook before thrusting it in Changbin's face, "hos way of saying sorry about your broken screen."
"Actually, these donuts were for yo--"
"He just feels so bad about you having to do your artwork all over again, right Jungkook?" You throw him a pointed look, which caused Jungkook's brows to furrow in even more confusion as Changbin's dark eyes flickered between the two of you, not quite sure what to make of the situation.
It took a moment for Jungkook to mutter out a, "sure."
"I'd feel a whole lot better if you got out of my face," Changbin scowled at him then, and you quickly scurried in front of your friend with hands held up in a defensive manner.
Jungkook turned to you, "do you have to help him, Y/N? He doesn't seem to be very friendly to me--"
"You little shi--"
"Alright alright boys!” You flailed your arms around wildly in hopes that would deter any kind of fight, “I told you, Jungkook doesn’t know how to show his affection and gratefulness to other people. Don’t take it badly, Changbin, let’s just— “
“Statistically speaking, you shouldn’t hang out with people with violent tendencies. It’s dangerous,” Jungkook stated bluntly.
You threw him the angriest glare you could muster, causing the said man’s eyes to dart away. He couldn’t recognize social cues, but he did know for a fact what your angry face looked like. So he didn't fight when you pushed him out of the door while excusing yourself with Changbin and it was only when you were safely away from prying ears that you tried talking some sense into your friend.
"Don't mess with this, okay? I got it." You said in what you hoped was a convincing tone, "just go home and finish your homework. We have that art history essay due tomorrow."
Jungkook stared you down behind his glasses, "but Changbin is--"
"No it's fine, just go home. Everything will be fine if you go home."
"What if he hits you?"
"He won't."
"You will call me if he does?"
"Yes. I promise I will."
That seemed to satisfy Jungkook and you quickly propelled him out of the building before ushering back inside the lab just in time to catch Changbin doing his screenprint.
"Got rid of that loser yet?" His smirk was infuriating. It made you want to slap it off his face.
"Shut up and let me help you," you responded, rolling your eyes as you went to assist him. In truth, you were just secretly glad they didn't tear each other's throats out.
Not everyone understood Jungkook, and while that was fine, you just felt as though you were responsible for protecting him.
It was almost midnight when you finished cleaning up the studio and packed up all the tools and materials, that was when Changbin suggested you get something to eat. Deciding that your stomach was a priority, you agreed and settled at one of the small cheap restaurants that sold hot noodle soup, one of the rare finds open 24/7.
"Why're you friends with that guy?"
You glanced up from your soup, "you asked me that before, Changbin."
He took a sip of his, other hand fumbling with his chopsticks to gather some noodles, “and I’m asking you again. Why are you friends?” He took a bite of his noodles and grumbled appreciatively, “you like him or something?”
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard coming out of your mouth,” you snorted as you slurped your noodles and chewed on the warmth that seeped into your chest. Noodles always tasted better in cold weather.
“Well he likes you.”
You almost choked on your noodles, “wha— where are you getting all this false information.”
“It’s written all over his face, Y/N,” Changbin rolled his eyes, “he wouldn’t be bringing you donuts if that were the case.”
“You’re wrong. He’s just kind. He always was,” the thought of you and Jungkook being together suddenly flashed before your eyes and heat flushed through your cheeks at the thought. He was your friend, he was the closest thing to home that you had now that you were in university, so it was just natural for you to gravitate towards the familiar.
“Bullshit. You don’t see the way he looks at you.”
“He doesn’t look at me like anything.”
Changbin merely chuckled, shaking his head before finishing his soup in silence. You were glad that he dropped it, knowing full well that you wouldn’t have been able to take it if he’d continuously found arguments to support his hypothesis. Jungkook couldn’t like you…could he? He was…odd and not the kind of man to look for things like relationships.
Then again, you’d never actually asked Jungkook how he felt about girls. Or relationships for that matter.
Which was why you had planned to corner him after your English lecture, rushing to the end of the corridor where you knew Jungkook had his design class with your bag barely closed and books clutched to your chest, only to find the said man wrapped up in an animated conversation with a stranger you’d never seen before.
The girl was beautiful. That was a given, with long glossy curls that fell to her waist and dyed light blonde, giving her the appearance of a fairy. She was wearing a pastel blue coat decked with white pants and boots to match, the perfect fashion icon for many, slightly smaller than you were so that her head had to tilt back every time she spoke to him.
You were about to swivel around — since they seemed to be in deep discussion — when Jungkook spotted you. His brown eyes lit up from behind his spectacles (it was kinda cute) and he grinned, dimple showing.
“Y/N,” he called your name and you had no other choice than to walk over, flashing him a weak smile, “this is Lee Sara. She’s in my design class. She’s also going to be an architect.”
“Hi,” Sara smiled. She was beautiful, “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Hi, nice to meet you,” you smiled back, eyes darting between the two before settling on Jungkook’s, “you ready to go?”
“Actually, Sara and I are going to get some boba,” Jungkook said.
“Oh,” you tried to hide the surprise on your face, “right. Uhm… I’ll see you later then.”
“Do you want to join us?” Sara asked kindly.
Jungkook was already turning away by then, probably too excited to get his drink to think about your feelings. He stopped mid-way, looked back at you, only to see you shake your head.
“I’m okay,” you smiled slightly, “see you two later. I gotta head to the library to study.”
Maybe it was the fact that Jungkook never used to socialize with girls before or that you never noticed, but you couldn’t help but feel slightly disoriented at the sudden switch in the situation, causing Changbin’s earlier words to resonate through your brain. Did Jungkook actually have romantic intentions towards girls.
Did he feel attracted to them? It had never crossed your mind before, but now that Changbin had it labeled as an option, it was as if you couldn’t get the thought out of your head.
And it wasn’t just a one-time occurrence. A few days later you found him cooped up in the library with Sara at his side as they studied the mathematical equations of buildings and helped each other out with their projects. You had joined for a bit, only to feel a bit left out by the conversation and thus opted out early in favour of escaping the rising awkwardness. Not that Jungkook noticed, he never noticed anything.
“Maybe you’re right.” You’d grumbled to Changbin during your art lab a few days later. You had arrived early to class, coffee still steaming in hand, to find the said young man already sitting inside with his final artwork labeled and ready to be submitted on the table.
He looked at you, an eyebrow raising in curiosity, “I’m right about many things,” a smirk graced his face, “do tell.”
“About Jungkook liking girls.”
“No. I said he liked you, that’s a different—“
“It doesn’t matter,” you cut him off, “he doesn’t like me. But he’s—I just realized that maybe he does want a girlfriend. Maybe.”
“What made you say that?”
“He’s been hanging out a lot with a classmate lately,” you shrugged, “it’s just—it feels weird. He never used to be so…social.”
“Good riddance,” Changbin’s smirk grew, which made you throw your pen at his head. It hit him straight on the forehead, “ow! Watch it, woman.”
It was for the best. Really, truly, that Jungkook was expanding his horizons and talking to new people. He couldn’t be in your shadow forever, after all. That was what you kept on repeating yourself as the thoughts replayed through your brain again and again and again. The realization was tough, but change was good. Right?
Change was needed.
And maybe you should change too.
———
"Pigs aren't cute. They bathe in mud and carry numerous bacteria and and these bacteria are transferred to humans."
"Pigs are cute!" You gasped, shoving your phone in Jungkook's face to show him an image of said animal, "look at their babies! They're so fluffy and like tiny and small--"
He pushed your hand away in disgust, "you have weird taste in cutness."
"They're this ugly pink but overall they're quite charming, don't you think?" You giggled as you keptbswiping for photo after photo, "oh gosh, look at this one! He has a bow on his head."
“Y/N you have a weird definition of cute.”
You chuckled, “and you are weird, full stop.”
A few days had passed ever since your encounter with Sara and you hadn’t mentioned anything about the said girl since, thinking that it was probably for the best. And plus, Jungkook had the complete right to do whatever he wanted with his life. Yup. You weren’t there to stop him from talking to a pretty girl.
Maybe you should worry about yourself instead, and try not to focus too much on how it was getting harder and harder to get Jungkook’s attention these days.
Not that anything had changed. You still went on your library study sessions and bought boba together after every art history lecture. You still ate friend chicken and pizza while streaming your favorite movie — the same one that Jungkook asked for every week — and you still hung out with each other as though everything was normal.
But you knew it was far from it, something that your social circle of friends also pointed out during one particular lunchtime.
“He’s so peculiar. How do you hang out with him?” asked your good friend Yoona. You had met her during orientation and the two of you had hung out together quite often ever since. She’d even tagged along to some of your famous movie night Fridays, “I mean, not to sound rude but he’s like the kind of guy you’d find in Internet cafes.”
“He’s not all that bad. You just don’t know him well,” you argued as you took a sip of your iced tea.
“Don’t you think he has a crush on you, Y/N?” Another friend, Jimin, asked. He was busy unwrapping his sandwich and flicked his fringe out of his eyes, cocking his head in a way that made you feel a little self-conscious.
Yoona chortled, “no way. I don’t see it. Although…when you think about it, it would make sense why they would end up together.”
“Right?” Jimin added, “it’s clear as day that you guys have feelings for each oth—“
“Bullshit,” you laughed, “I don’t know why you keep mentioning that. And plus, he’s hanging out with this new girl these days.”
“New girl? Who?” Yoona frowned.
“Her name’s Sara Lee. Heard of her before?”
“Oh,” Jimin straightens, “the pretty girl from architecture right? I think everyone’s heard of her. She’s like an influencer or something.”
“Well you know, if you dress up Jungkook nicely…” Yoona trailed off in thought, “I think he has potential.”
“You think? Girl, the ladies in my course have been eyeing him since the start of the new semester. That’s old news,” Jimin rolled his eyes as you stared them down, eyes darting from one face to another as the new information sunk in.
“Wait—“ you interrupted their flow of conversation, “are you—are you actually serious? Jungkook? Potential? What—“
“I’m surprised you haven’t seen it yet, Y/N,” Yoona said as she slurped down her drink, “I mean— this boy just has wardrobe issues. Nothing that a little bit of fixing can’t solve.”
Contrary to your friends, you had never actually thought of Jungkook— seen of him in this light. Which was why you decided to stare him down in your art history lecture right after lunch, cocking your head this way and that as you examined the angles of his face.
In truth, they were right. Jungkook did have potential to be handsome. Because even with those round glasses and that horrible side part of his, you could still catch a glimpse of his jaw line. His build was hidden, but yet still there underneath the curve of his shoulders. His back was broad, that you were sure of and you couldn’t help imagining how he would look like in a v-neck shirt—
Stop. Your slammed down on your thoughts like car brakes. This was Jungkook, for god’s sake. You’d known him as the annoying classmate in high school, the quirky friend who never wore sweaters or casual wear and was always decked in formal attire. This wasn’t about to change now.
“Y/N, you’ve been staring me down since the start of class and it’s starting to creep me out.”
Jungkook’s voice dragged you back to reality. You blinked, catching his eyes as warmth suddenly flushed through the back of your neck.
“Uh—yeah sorry. Was just lost in thought.” Lies. You were definitely checking him out. You wondered whether he actually knew what that word meant. You were just glad he wasn’t the best at reading physical body language or expressions for that matter.
“Can I ask you a question?” You asked suddenly.
He looked hesitant, but nodded.
“What do you think of Sara?”
“What do I think of Sara?” You watched his eyebrows pull into a frown, “I don’t think I understand this question, Y/N.”
“I mean—do you find Sara attractive? Like as a girl?”
Jungkook was silent for a long moment and though you were usually the best at reading him, the expression on his face was one that you couldn’t decipher.
It made your stomach curl with unease.
And when he finally spoke, you swore your stomach twisted in on itself.
“Sara is pretty.”
Your throat suddenly felt dry. You swallowed thickly, bit down onto your lower lip and tried to wonder what the fuck was wrong with you. It wasn’t like you liked Jungkook…right? Right?
“Would you date her?” You asked.
“I have not thought of it. But yes, she is, by every man’s standards, a very good candidate for a girlfriend.”
Ah. So he did know what it meant after all.
“But would you date her?”
“Probably. Yes.” He looked at you then, tilting his head to the side as though trying to decode what was going on inside that head of yours, “why do you ask?”
“Oh, nothing. No reason.” You tried to smile, lips lifting slightly at the corners in hopes that it would fool him.
It did. Without him knowing that somewhere along the seam of your heart was a small hole that ripped apart its seams.
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—In which your boyfriend Jungkook accidentally turned you on right before bed.
pairing. jungkook x reader established relationship au
genre. implications of smut, a little fluff
w.c. 500 approx. (a drabble)
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Jungkook had to have known what he was doing to you as he traced patterns along your inner thigh when you were watching the movie, acting completely naive, as if his hand placement wasn’t suggestive.
In fact, it was so suggestive that you honestly did believe he was going to actually touch you any second. You were patient, your awaiting core aching yet patient.
But when the movie ended and he closed the laptop to snuggle further into you before shutting his eyes and letting out a sleepy yawn, you knew he didn’t have any plans to pleasure you tonight.
That brings you to right now, thigh over his and arm across his chest as your body rises and sinks with his breathing. Your core is pressed against his leg, but you resist the urge to grind yourself against him.
You pout instead, feeling incredibly needy but far too polite to disturb his half asleep state.
Maybe tomorrow, you tell yourself.
“Jagi?”
Your eyes widen like saucers, traveling like light speed to connect to his.
“Are you good?”
You didn’t realize until now how you’ve been sighing in frustration and not-so-subtly pouting for the past however many minutes.
“Yes…” you attempt to mask the lie by speaking in a ‘why wouldn’t I be?’ tone. You failed miserably. “No. Gukkie~” you rest your chin on his chest, looking up at him, “I can’t sleep.”
He swallows to cure his dry, sleepy mouth before giving you his undivided attention, attempting to stay wide awake for you.
“Why? Are you uncomfortable? You can use all of the blanket if you want -"
“No.” you interrupt, “I am uncomfy but in a different way.”
Oh.
If Jungkook wasn’t awake before, he definitely is now.
“You turned me on when you kept tracing my thigh during the movie, now I can’t make it go away…”
At first he was confused about what you were referring to, because he genuinely was just absentmindedly and lovingly touching you, it was an instinctive and inevitable habit of his, only this time he didn’t realize his placement.
“I’m sorry jagi," his tone is gentle and apologetic, a defeated huff falling past his lips. "You probably think I’m a dick. I wasn’t trying to lead you on only to go to sleep, I didn't even realize I was—“
“No, I know." You interrupt again. You're not mad, just needy. "But still… it doesn’t matter if you meant to or not because I’m still wet right now.”
Your blunt statement had him choked up, his parted lips frozen.
In an effort to bring him back to earth, you slide your hand down his chest, landing on what you assumed would be an erect bulge hidden beneath the frail material of his briefs.
“Help me get comfortable?”
He nods, words still not coming to him as he speaks with actions instead, sitting himself up against the headboard and positioning your hips to go over him and into a straddle.
“Ride it, jagi.”
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A/N: had this gif for so long and rly wanted to use it so here u go heheh
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↳ Index [Snippet #26 - Sleepy]
“When Jungkook takes care of his sleepy yet horny wife.”
Genre: Smut, domestic bliss
Warnings: soft dom!Jungkook, unprotected sex but they are clean & on birth control, really sleepy sex, gentle love making, slight size kink, possessive talk, praising, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), creampies, oral (f.receiving), snuggles afterwards, he calls her princess & she calls him Koo, Jungkook’s POV, he just really loves her
Worcount: 2.9k
a/n: There is just something about this specific Jungkook being in a dom mood that gets me so good. Holy fuck, the way he takes care of her I am-
You went to bed early tonight. You had a stressful day at work after a terrible night of insomnia and so exhaustion dragged you to sleep the moment you came home. You washed up without eating dinner and went straight to bed.
Jungkook wasn’t present when all of this happened, still having to work in his tattoo studio for a few more hours. He comes home around eight, expecting you to greet him, but finding silence and empty rooms.
He wanted to call your phone at first, but then he saw it abandoned on the living room table and he began to explore.
"Oh there you are. Hey baby", he greets you, "___?"
You show him no reaction and so Jungkook tiptoes to the bed and squats down next to you. He smiles, reaching out to caress your cheek.
"You must have been really sleepy", he whispers, "sleep baby, I’m here now", he says and leans in to kiss your cheek.
It makes you snuggle into your pillow in a happy wiggle. Jungkook thinks it so adorable that he kisses your cheek a second time before petting your hair and standing back up to leave.
Jungkook isn’t tired. He slept really well last night and his studio wasn’t very busy either today, so he feels no ounce of tiredness in his body. He decides to use his alone time to get a thorough workout in. You and Jungkook had this very spacious summerhouse in the back of your garden and Jungkook claimed it as his home gym. He put a lot of work into getting it to his standard and these days it is his well-loved boxing studio. Even Taehyung and Seokjin come over regularly to use it. Sometimes Namjoon joins him too.
Jungkook spends a good hour and a half in the gym today, fighting the punching bag and straining his muscles with a thorough weight lifting session. He feels physically tired after the workout, but his mind was still on full alert. So the next hour he spends preparing a hearty dinner and eating it outside whilst watching the moonlight dance on the calm ocean.
You and Jungkook moved back to your hometown last summer. It was a very hard decision because the little home you and him created up north was very dear to both your hearts. After all, you put a lot of time and money into renovating it to your tastes. It did bring a lot of money once you sold the property. Almost three hundred grand in profit and another fifty on hand. The money of the cottage and also the savings you and Jungkook manage to get in with your restaurant and Jungkook's studio, was enough that you and him could afford a spacious, two story beach house with a big garden and an incredible ocean view. You called it your perfect home and then spent a good hour crying about how this has always been your dream and now it was your reality. Jungkook cried with you because he was really happy for you.
You and Jungkook plan on making this property your forever home and currently you are saving up for new windows.
Jungkook cleans the kitchen once he finished two portions of his dinner. The food makes him feel energized again and so he decides to slip into his swimming trunks and jog down to the beach for a quick swim. He opens the little gate and locks it behind him, then he takes the steps leading right down to the beach. It was an easy climb, you made sure that it always will be by installing lights along the stairs. They guided his path in warm colours.
The beach was a lot darker. As a matter of fact, it was pitchblack and Jungkook uses the cold light of his phone to light his way.
It was dead silent on the beach, except for the rushing of the waves and the sound of his steps. Jungkook liked this feeling. He was never scared of the dark and he found great solace in the loneliness it brings.
He loves being with you and could honestly spend his entire day with you, but you and Jungkook are secure enough in your relationship that he can also safely admit that sometimes being along feels really fucking good. He feels his little introverted heart basically soak up that lack of humans and he always feels even more in love with you once he finds back to you again.
Tonight's swim leaves him feeling so recharged that he is smiling the whole way up to the house. He makes sure that the gate is locked and then hurries through the garden to get back inside. It is getting quite cold outside and he is still really wet from the swim. He leaves his beach slippers outside and then goes back inside. He makes sure the sliding door is really closed and then closes the blinds on the outside world. He goes straight for a shower, but keeps the living room lights burning because he wants to watch a show afterwards.
Jungkook is not finished with his selfcare evening yet. He is out to treat himself. Warm shower which includes proper scrubbing and a shampoo-rinse-shampoo hair wash. Face mask afterwards and Jungkook uses the residue essence on the rest of his body. Then it was already time for his show. He enjoys it with a package of crisps and lots of laughter.
He starts to feel sleepy after three episodes and so Jungkook decides to brush his teeth and then join you in bed. The clock shows three once he is under the blanket.
He feels it instantly. You are awake. You flip over, looking at him with sparkly yet droopy eyes. You look so pretty in the faint shine of his little nightlight.
"Koo", you whisper cutely, reaching out and touching his chest.
"Hey baby", he says softly.
You caress his chest in sweet touches.
"Koo", you repeat his name, drawing closer to find his scent.
Jungkook is melting. You are so freaking adorable when you are sleepy. He loves nothing more than coming home when you are already asleep. Not only because he can have some alone time, but also because you are the cutest when you realise that he is back and you want to greet him. Sparkly eyes, which barely stay open in tiredness but you force them to because you want to look at him. Body really warmed up and moving slowly from sleep. And your hugs are so soft yet filled with a needy desperation for his comfort. Jungkook loves you so much when you sleepily welcome him back.
He pets the back of your head, smiling when you grow smaller in relaxation.
"Koo", you murmur.
"You're so cute", he says.
You snuggle into his chest and purr quietly.
"Wanna have cock, Koo."
"Huh?" Jungkook rips his eyes open, "excuse me?"
"I had a wet dream."
Jungkook feels his stomach tingle in arousal. Sleepy you when she is horny is one of his weaknesses.
"Damn baby serious? Was I in that dream?"
You nod your head.
"Yeah? What was I doing to you?"
You whimper, twisting his shirt with weak fingers. Jungkook can feel how your tiny body squirms as it relives the sex dream. It’s such a huge turn-on to him.
"Koo, you made me take your cock and it felt so good."
"That sounds so hot", he reaches inside his pants to help his cock harden faster, "how did I fuck you?"
You whimper, shivering in his arms.
"With my legs spread out."
"Yeah? Something like this?"
Jungkook pushes you on your back and grabs your legs to spread them. He presses your thighs into the mattress beside you and lets his eyes flit down to your clothed pussy. Except that you aren’t wearing panties and now Jungkook is almost losing his calm at the view. There you are, his pretty wife with her legs held open by him and her sweet pussy wet from a sex dream. It affects him so much.
"Fucking hell baby", he curses, pulling his pants down quickly, "seriously, fucking hell", he rasps and then fulfills your dream by slipping into you in a slow thrust.
You whimper and mewl, pulling the cutest face as you realise that you finally have his cock. Your legs try to wiggle, but he holds them safely. Your chest heaves up and down quickly, producing sleepy squeaks and needy gasps.
"Slipped right in. Baby, you’re taking me so well", he rasps, rocking back and forth slowly.
"Koo", you whimper, still pulling that cute face. Sleepy and so droopy from waking up, blissed out and so happy from his cock and just slightly confused by what was happening. Jungkook soaks up the visual greedily, rewarding you with deep thrusts.
"You're so wet baby, I’m so lucky, you know? I get to fuck you like this when you’re looking so pretty for me", he says, voice raspy in pleasure. Your pussy feels so good around his cock. Warm and wet and oh so relaxed. Jungkook is in his heaven.
You give him sweet moans and a cute arch of your back. Your hands land on the pillow beside your head, dimpling the material as you grasp them.
"It feels good, doesn’t it?" he taunts, knowing the answer.
"Feels so good. Thank you for feeding me cock", you answer him, voice quiet and slightly pitched.
Jungkook still wasn’t ready for just how cute you will be when you answer him. His heart flutters and his cock throbs.
"Fucking hell baby, you’re the cutest", he moans.
He watches with delight as you let one hand abandon the pillow to touch your clit instead.
"Yes baby, play with your clit. That's so good, keep doing that", he encourages you, gifting you with skilled rolls of his hips. You are so much tighter when you are touching yourself. Jungkook likes to fuck you that much better when you do.
"Ah, ah, ah", you let out in soft gasps, fluttering your closed eyelids.
You are wetter around him, tensing just slightly. Jungkook changes his grip on your legs and spreads them further. He can hear how this changes the way your pussy is presented for him. Slick wet sounds reach his ear, mixing with the grateful squeaks you let out.
"So deep. Koo, so deep", you whimper.
"I know, I can feel it too. I'm so deep, it’s like you are made for this cock", he praises, feeling you clench.
"I'm made for Koo's cock", you lull, rolling your ankles desperately, "Koo's cock…."
You seriously have no idea what you are doing to him. He feels his head pound and his ears ring. He is doing this to you. He is turning you into this smiling, blissed-out and so freaking adorable woman.
"Yes princess, my cock. You know that it’s yours, don’t you?"
"Yes…" you whisper and grin goofily.
"You do, good", he rasps, fucking his cock deeper.
You gasp, tensing your toes. Your fingers stutter on your clit. Jungkook watches it with fiery eyes.
"Keep touching yourself princess, don’t stop", he orders.
"Yes, Koo", you obey, finding your rhythm.
"Good girl, my princess is such a good girl right now", he praises, "yes do it just like that, it makes your sweet pussy clench so perfectly."
"Koo you feel so good", you whimper, squirming desperately.
Jungkook uses his strength to keep your legs still. Your pussy sounds so wet, feels like it too. He looks at it, throbbing at the view. She is stretching right around his girthy cock, moving around his shaft with each movement. He loves that view. He loves to watch how your pussy adjusts to his size and how he shapes you.
"You have the prettiest pussy."
"It's Koo's pussy."
Jungkook grinds his teeth. He wants to cum. This is the hottest thing you ever said to him.
"Say it again."
"Koo owns this pussy."
"Yes. Oh princess, you drive me insane."
Your fingers stutter, you tighten around him.
"Koo", you gasp.
"I know baby, I can feel it. Just let go princess, I promise I'll catch you."
"Oh, oh, oh", you gasp, looking so devastatingly close.
"I know, hush it’s okay, it’s okay. You can do it, just let go", he coaxes you to your release in a soft spoken voice, switching his gaze between your face and pussy.
"Koo, please."
"It's okay, it’s okay. You'll be safe, alright? I'm here, you have me baby-"
You interrupt him by climaxing with a high-pitched moan. Jungkook knows that you feel incredible right now, that this orgasm leaves you feeling so warm and good. He can feel it around his cock, this is one of your really, really intense ones.
"You have me princess. That’s it, cum around me, you have me. Yes, you’re so good. My princess is so good", he helps you through your orgasm, soaking up the visuals greedily while his cock is getting massaged by your convulsing walls.
He stops for a few seconds after your high, giving you a chance to calm down and float on your afterglow.
"You've done so well. That was so good", he praises.
You peel your eyes open, spilling tears.
"It felt so good", you whisper, sobbing softly.
"I'm glad it did, you were incredible."
You hiccup and touch his lower stomach with weak fingers. Jungkook tingles at the touch.
"Koo, give me your cum please."
"Yes? Do you want it in your sweet pussy?"
"Yes please."
Jungkook moans and begins moving. You turn him on so much tonight. He won’t last long anymore, but he knows that this was okay for you. You were hungry for his cum and he was so happy to give it to you.
"I'm gonna cum so good."
"Yes, please, please do", you beg, bringing him closer with a desperate clench of your walls.
Jungkook feels his thighs shake and his toes curl. His cockhead is so sensitive, his shaft is barely handling the sensations.
"Close, really close."
"I love you Koo."
Jungkook breaks. He cums hard and good.
"Baby", he groans, throwing his head back in bliss as he is pumping your pussy full of cum. It feels so good. Jungkook is going to remember this moment until eternity ends.
You moaning so sweetly, your pussy welcoming his high with eager clenches, his heart fluttering because of your words. This is the best orgasm ever.
Jungkook comes down with a shudder, letting go of your legs to grab your face instead. He smothers it in his kisses.
"I love you, I love you, oh I love you", he chants, meaning it with his entire being, "that was amazing, baby you were amazing, holy fuck I came so hard. I love you so much."
He abandons your face to kiss your body.
"My princess, my sweetheart, oh baby. So good."
Down your clothed torso until he reaches your pussy. He doesn’t want you having to get up to clean yourself. He will do it for you.
"Sweet baby, oh look at you. My ___ is so pretty", he praises and dives in.
He laps up his cum with his tongue, holding your trembling legs safely.
"Koo", you whine, looking so cute. So confused and droopy from sex. Jungkook is seriously so obsessed with you when you are just not entirely awake.
You taste especially yummy tonight. Warm from sleeping, soft from his cock and stuffed with both of your orgasms. Jungkook loves that taste.
"I'm sensitive", you mewl.
Jungkook soothes you by caressing your tummy with his big hand, keeping his mouth locked around your clit. He laps at it slowly, having his eyes locked on your face. He wants to give you one more orgasm. It wasn’t part of your sex dream, but he is all for proving to you just how much better he can treat you than any dream Jungkook ever could.
Very sadly for him, you orgasm just a few moments later. Your sleepy body was just too sensitive, his tongue felt so good.
Jungkook guides you through your shakes with hungry moans and his tongue on your clit. He also cradles your shaking legs in his strong arms, giving your hips the support they need to get through this.
He knows that you can’t have more afterwards because you begin to tug at his hair and also begin twitching not in a needy but a fleeing type of way. So he lets go of your clit after sucking on her one last time. He presses a soft kiss to each of your inner thighs and then on each of your hip bones. One last kiss to your stomach and Jungkook moves to pick you up in his arms.
You seek his comfort with soft squeaks and little shivers, recovering safely now that he has you. You feel so small in his hold, small and as if the world could break you with just a slight breeze. Jungkook is overwhelmed with the urge to protect you, to keep you safe and to make sure that you can calm down without any worries. He holds you tightly, soothing you by petting your hair.
"Thank you", your voice is barely audible, filled with so much gratitude and love.
"I'm happy that I could help. It was amazing for me too", he whispers.
"Koo", you breathe, growing even smaller and softer in his arms.
"Yes princess?"
"Don't let go."
"I won’t let go. You can fall asleep safely, I’ll protect you."
"Thank you, Koo", you murmur.
Jungkook smiles and closes his eyes. This right here is the reason why he loves nights like tonight.
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joonie, i love our height difference so much ! you tower over me so well but can you maybe hold me while you fuck me tonight? princess wants to be in your strong arms while you pound her
Genre: Establish Relationship, Smut, Question/Roleplay
Pairing: Dominant Bts Kim Namjoon (Rm) and Submissive Female Reader
“You think you’re the only one who loves our height difference, it’s so cute when I’m standing right up against you and I see how tiny you are compared to me and how easily I can just tower over you and dominate you. You don’t have to hide it, I’ve been thinking about picking you, pressing you up against the wall and just pounding your pretty pussy….You’re not busy tonight right moonlight? You wanna stay with me tonight?.” He asked as he gently grabbed your hand and pressed it up against his bulge.
-Kim Namjoon (Rm)
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Moonstruck (12)
Werewolf & Vampire Hybrid!AU, Supernatural!AU | Hybrid!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader | Werewolf!Taehyung x Hybrid!Reader (ft. BTS)
genre: smut, angst, e2l, supernatural, thriller, slow burn
rating: mature
description: Too much is at stake for you to stay on campus. Jimin must not get your blood no matter what.
word count: 8k
warnings: contains SPOILERS! Cussing, mention of blood, death, corpses, weapons, tranquilizers, infidelity
a/n: It’s summer break and I’m BACK! Please know I love you all from the bottom of my heart if you are still keeping up with my series. I cannot thank you enough for your patience. Enjoy! Please let me know what you think. :)
Moonstruck Series Masterlist
“The cure for a werewolf bite is an original hybrid’s blood.”
His eyes widened at this brand new information. With no time to lose, he waited for the coast to be clear and bolted out of the cellar. His thighs and lungs burned from the lactic acid build up but nothing else mattered. He had to warn you.
“[Y/N]!” he cried as he neared your dorm room, panting heavily. However, the sight of your unconscious body in Jungkook’s arms made the professor almost forget what he had come here for. Your boyfriend was in the middle of feeding you his blood from his wrist, but you weren’t responding.
“She’s not waking up…” Jungkook said, sobbing softly as he looked up to meet his gaze. “Professor Min… what do I do?”
Yoongi stepped into the room and got down on the floor to check on your condition, checking for signs of desiccation. “Tell me what happened.”
“Ari. She did some spell on her and she fainted.”
“How long ago did this happen?”
“I don’t know, maybe fifteen minutes ago?”
“She’s not turning gray, so she’s not dead.” He leaned his ear closer to your face. “I hear her exhaling. She’ll be fine. This might work to our advantage. You gotta get her out of here before he comes for her.”
“Who?”
“The headmaster. Taehyung bit Jimin and the only cure for a werewolf bite is [Y/N]’s blood.”
“Yes, I know. I ran here to find her, but she was already like this.”
“Then what are you still doing here?!” Yoongi’s incredulous voice startled Jungkook. “This is our leverage against Jimin. If she stays here, we will never be able to get answers out of him.”
“What? A student of yours is dying and you’re thinking of using it against him?”
“Look, we don’t have time for this. We know he’s the one behind everything.”
“Do we, though? He could actually die. What’s wrong with you?”
Yoongi was quick to deflect and shrug off Jungkook’s obvious disgust. “Is your head straight? Did Jimin say something to you?”
“N-No! But I don’t understand how getting bitten could possibly help him here!”
Yoongi placed a firm hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Listen to me. You know [Y/N]’s past now, right?” He nodded in response. “Then you know damn well that she will save anyone regardless of what they’ve done. That pressure can be unbearable and she’s been everyone’s savior. Hell, she’s been everyone’s villain when convenient. How do you think asking her to save Jimin, our primary suspect, will impact her?”
Jungkook lowered his gaze, his knitted brows deep in thought. “Shit… it’d be hell for her.”
“So you understand. Here,” He slipped a piece of paper into Jungkook’s shirt pocket. “Leave and go to this address. I’ll meet up with you later and distract Namjoon and the others.”
Jungkook stood up with you in his arms bridal-style and hustled off campus.
“I’m so stupid,” he muttered. How could he forget his sense of purpose? Nothing mattered except you, yet here he was worrying over Jimin. A pang of guilt festered in his heart when he realized Yoongi was right. Asking you to save Jimin would be too much.
“Almost there, almost there,” he breathed, seeing a clearing up ahead between two large trees. Hearing the snow crunch beneath his feet worried him, as footprints meant they could be followed. However, he couldn’t dwell on that concern for long when he collided into something hard yet undetectable. It sent him flying backwards, but he held onto your body tight and made sure only he’d feel pain from the fall.
“What the hell was that…?” he breathed, feeling the pain seep through his entire back. He slowly sat up and held you close, resting your head on his chest. “I won’t let them take you.”
“Hey! There’s a force field over there!” a booming voice called out. Jungkook turned his attention to the left to see Professor Kim emerge from the forest, the only thing illuminating his face in the night being a flickering candle. As he drew nearer, Jungkook realized the candle was not only unique but creepy—all black with an inverted skull resting on top of a metal ornate base.
“Yeah, I felt it,” Jungkook said with a huff. “That candle…”
Namjoon halted his steps and lifted the object with a raised eyebrow. “Ah, yes. Truly a remarkable artifact. It’s called the Flame of Imprisonment and traps supernatural beings in the space it burns.”
Jungkook’s gaze lingered on the candle long enough for Namjoon to wag a disapproving finger at him.
“Ah, ah, ah. The flame can only be put out by the one who ignited it, which is me.”
“Let us leave.”
“We need her, Jungkook,” the professor stated firmly.
“Do you even know what you’re asking of her?!” he shouted, setting your head down gently on the snow. Namjoon took a small step back when the boy stood up, staring daggers straight into his soul. “She saves everyone, including those who don’t deserve it! You have no right to keep her here!”
“You’re being irrational. Her blood is the only thing that can cure a werewolf bite and Jimin doesn’t have much time. Who put you up to this?”
“No one. It’s not fair for her to be pressured to save others again.”
Namjoon took a moment to think and then snapped his fingers in realization. “Professor Min.” He rubbed his forehead in frustration after seeing Jungkook’s not-so-subtle reaction, confirming his suspicions. “I knew he was up to something. Good thing I fired him.”
“You fired him?!” Jungkook replied, shocked.
“Look, do you really want a fellow student to die? You were so eager to save him before.”
“That was before I stopped to think about how it would affect her. I didn’t consider her feelings. No one ever does.” He tightened his fist as anger overshadowed his other emotions to the point where he couldn’t think straight. He wanted to punch something, better yet someone, but before he could, he felt the slightest tug at his pant leg.
“Hey…” you said in a gentle manner. Jungkook’s attention went straight to the ground, eyes wide and alert. You sat up slowly and he jumped right at the opportunity to help you stand up.
“My love, you’re awake.” His embrace exuded such warmth in the bitter cold frost. It was like all your problems and stress vanished and only soothing comfort remained. “I’m so sorry. You were right; we should’ve left before.”
He looked over his shoulder to see Namjoon closing the gap. Like the protective, loyal canine he was, he got in front of you and spread his arms wide to stop the professor from getting closer. “Get back!”
“There’s nowhere for you to go. Let [Y/N] decide for herself.”
Jungkook looked over his shoulder to see your fatigued state. You could barely keep your eyes awake, your legs mere jelly and unstable. When your boyfriend noticed your weakened state, he caught you in his arms once again as you passed out.
“I think it would be best if we all went back.”
Those were the last words you heard before everything turned black.
Waking up to the sight of your dorm room brought a sense of relieving comfort. Your head, however, was far from comfortable due to the splitting headache. When you attempted to sit up, it only worsened, but you pushed through to stand up.
Dizziness overcame you like a tidal wave, your legs nothing but wobbly jelly limbs. It took everything in you to not topple over and you realized it’s been a while since you’ve had any blood. You checked your mini-fridge to see one blood bag left.
Thank goodness.
It didn’t stand a chance against your hunger, drained of its content in a matter of seconds. Somehow the taste was far more satiating than you remembered. Not bland like you recalled but quite savory, yet refreshing in a way you weren’t expecting. Hunger truly was the best seasoning for mediocre animal blood.
Turning to your left, you let out a yelp at the blurry silhouette that suddenly appeared by your bed. The blood bag fell out of your hands as you froze, enthralled by the sight of the mysterious being. Its aura felt pure, so you didn’t feel endangered. You stood still and waited for the mysterious figure to come into focus.
“Get out,” you demanded with zero hesitation. No way you were dealing with her after last night.
“[Y/N, please…” She reached her hand out to you and you smacked it away. However, you quickly came to find out her flesh was intangible. Your eyes widened in alarm, inspecting your hand for any abnormalities after it passed through her ghostly figure.
“You’re not here…” you whispered, more to yourself than her.
“Astral projection,” Ari clarified. “I don’t have much time. She’ll wake up soon and then I’ll disappear.”
You returned your attention back to her. “Who…?”
“You were right all along. I wish I had done more to stop—”
Her face contorted with pain as she clutched her chest with one hand, falling onto her knees. It wasn’t until she started retching out black goo that you kneeled down by her side. Despite everything she’s done to you, you didn’t have the heart to abandon her in her time of need.
“Ari, what the hell is happening to you?!” you asked, concerned. She let out a weak chuckle, then proceeded to vomit more of the black goo. You jolted back in fear of it getting on you when you remembered—she wasn’t really here.
“I think I’m dying… It’s getting harder to fight her,” she said, face growing paler and paler. She stared at you with glassy eyes as a black glob of goo fell onto the floor when she smiled. Rather than being repulsed, you felt sympathy when you saw the immense despair in her eyes. “I made so many mistakes. With you… with him…”
“You mean Jimin?”
She nodded. “You didn’t deserve it. Any of it. And if I had known what he was really planning, I would’ve stopped him. Stopped her. But she’s too strong now and I can’t do anything else. I’m so sorry.”
“Who is ‘she’?”
“The other me,” she panted. Sweat droplets were forming across her forehead and then she simply collapsed. You were at a loss for words, repeating her name over and over for her to regain consciousness.
“Ari, Ari, Ari! Choi Ari, wake up! Damn it, what is going on? You need to help me!”
“No need to yell…” she croaked weakly, cracking a small smile. “I don’t have much time left.”
She strained to open her eyes and pointed her finger in the direction of her computer desk. “What? What is it?”
“My notebook. Read it and everything will make sense. But don’t let her catch you with it.”
“How can I trust you? You said not to trust you before in my dream where there were two of you!”
“And now there might only be one.” Using her remaining strength, she wrapped her arms around your body, embracing you in a hug. Except you couldn’t feel her warm touch at all and that made you tear up.
“[Y/N]...” She said your name so tenderly like you were her sister. “Please save me.”
“How?”
Her voice, now a mere whisper, delivered a message that sent chills down your spine. “Saving Jimin will save me.”
Before you could ask for clarification, her body quickly vanished along with the massive pool of black sludge, leaving you dazed. What did she mean by saving Jimin?
Getting up from the floor, your eyes went straight to the drawer of her computer desk. You walked over apprehensively as if its contents contained a bomb. As soon as you touched the drawer, a powerful jolt of electricity singed your fingers.
“Mother of fuuu—!!!” you exclaimed, shaking your hand in response to the pain. She spelled it. Of course.
Fortunately the pain was minimal and would soon heal on its own.
Think, think, think. Ari attacked me last night. And now she’s asking me to save her by saving Jimin… whatever that means. Then… I was outside with Jungkook and Professor Kim. Yes! And they were arguing about… something.
Rapid footsteps interrupted your train of thought before someone barged in, destroying your room door in the process. You apprehended the intruder, pinning him to the floor while sitting on his back and pulling his arm backwards in a secure armlock.
“What the hell are you doing?!” you shouted. The perpetrator didn’t show any signs of resistance.
“You have to get out of here!” Sunghyun warned, groaning from how much you twisted his arm.
“Why? You have no right to barge in here!”
“Jimin got bitten by Taehyung! Your blood is the only thing that can cure him!” You dropped his arm almost immediately once the initial shock passed. Getting off his back, you sat on the floor stunned. Namjoon mentioned the cure for werewolf venom being very limited, but you had never once considered the possibility it was your blood.
Sunghyun sat up and rubbed his arm to soothe the aching pain.
“You… you better not be fucking around,” you breathed. Ari… is this what you meant?
“Do I look like I’m fucking around?” he asked, a desperate whine in his voice. “I know you have no reason to believe me‒”
“Because you exploited my life.”
“You’re right. For validation that wasn't worth it.” You studied his conflicted expressions, noticing how he was holding his head in regret.
“Listen…” he started. “As a writer, I’ve been observing and documenting things on campus for a while. I’ve studied you all. I know characters in a story aren’t a true depiction of them in real life… but you were right to suspect Jimin.”
The unexpected validation made you feel good for a moment, but that didn’t change the fact his being here was shady.
“What makes you say that…?”
“Because he’s not working alone. Someone else here—”Just then your and Sunghyun’s sharp ears picked up the sound of Jungkook and Professor Kim approaching. “Shit. You have to go. Jimin can’t get your blood no matter what.”
You had too many questions left unanswered but all you could say was, “I’m not leaving Jungkook!”
“You don’t understand. There are forces at play that see hybrids like us as a threat!” he snapped, quickly getting up from the floor while yanking you along.
Us…?
Your eyes went back to Ari’s computer desk. You tried to shake him off and head towards it, but his ironclad grip got the best of you. “I need to open that drawer. Please!”
“There’s no time!” He pulled something out of his pocket and it blinded you with a radiant, ember glow. You shielded your sensitive eyes with your arm.
“What are you doing?!”
“Come on, damn you, work!” Sunghyun shouted in frustration. You opened one eye to see your body slowly disappearing from the ground up. A shriek left your lips as Jungkook and Professor Kim came rushing into your room. “Faster… faster…!”
By this point more than half your body was gone. You met eyes with your partner, who was struck with horror.
“Jungkook…” you whispered, wondering if this was it for you. Your lover reached his hand out to you, but there was nothing to grab onto. He was too late.
The boy was devastated and tackled Sunghyun onto the ground. “Where is she?!”
“Somewhere safe,” Sunghyun replied, a relieved smile spread across his face.
“Get him back to the cellar,” Namjoon ordered.
Upon opening your eyes, you were greeted with nothing but wood. From the furniture to the walls, to the floors—the place was weathered and rustic. Enough sunlight filtered through the partially closed curtains of wherever you were, casting enough of a glow to show you the thin layers of dust inside. In the corner, a fireplace stood cold and lifeless except for charred remnants that hadn’t been cleaned out. It felt small and cozy, yet there was an undeniable sense of abandonment that lingered.
Moving further into what you assumed to be a cabin, the kitchen was bare. You opened the fridge to see spoiled, untouched food. The unpleasant smell wafted into your nose, causing you to retch. However, you realized the main stench that occupied your nose was coming from somewhere else.
Following the odor, your steps faltered once you rounded the corner and came face to face with the door to the bedroom, which was already wide open. You froze in your tracks upon entering the room and seeing before you the remains of two bodies, now reduced to mere echoes of life.
Blood stained the walls and floor, the crimson evidence of unimaginable violence. The room had become a haunting chamber of death, permeated by the scent of decay. Your heart was gutted despite not knowing the identities of the two victims. Something about this was far more unsettling than the deaths you’ve encountered in the past.
You, naturally curious and observant, bent down to further inspect the bodies. The blood had been dry for a while; two months if you had to guess. A glimmer of metal soon caught your eye thanks to your lowered stance, so you scooted closer and reached your hand underneath the bed to grab the item.
The distinct cylindrical shape, the faint traces of vervain and wolfsbane your nose picked up, the gold color—this was a bullet shell casing. Unlike any ordinary casing, this one exuded an aura of mystique and craftsmanship, bearing intricate engravings. You recognized it all too well.
Only one person owned something so unique and deadly—the headmaster. You’ve seen these casings the multiple times you’ve borrowed his weapons as you fought alongside him. Confusion mingled with horror as you wondered how the casing ended up here.
Did Namjoon kill these people? The chances they were human were far more probable because your nose didn’t pick up a supernatural scent. Maybe they were in the middle of transitioning and he was doing them a favor? But then why did Sunghyun send you here?
“[Y/N]! Jungkook! Are you here?!” The sound of a familiar voice made you exhale in relief. You retreated from the room and ran into Yoongi, who placed a hand on his chest at the sight of you. He was panting heavily with a backpack slung over his shoulder. “Thank god, Jungkook managed to get you here. Where is he?”
“Jungkook didn’t bring me here,” you revealed, confused. As you moved closer, your attention was drawn to the prominent vertical scar etched along the right side of his face. It began just above his eyebrow, traversed past his eye, and terminated at the level of his nostrils. “Oh my god, what happened to you?!”
Yoongi shielded his face without thinking and let out a short chuckle. “It’s fine, just a scratch. Namjoon didn’t exactly agree with letting you leave campus.”
“So he attacked you with a knife?! My god, take some of my blood to heal it.” As you were about to bite your own flesh, Yoongi yanked your arm away from your mouth.
“No, I’ll be okay! Besides, I look cooler this way. Don’t you agree?” He flashed you a cheeky gummy smile and flexed his muscles in a superhero-esque pose, which weirded you out to say the least. You tilted your head as you processed why he was being so laid-back about this whole situation.
“I thought you could use a laugh. Guess I’m not that funny,” he added quickly to ease the awkwardness. You managed to crack a small smile.
“I’m laughing on the inside,” you said in an appreciative tone. “How are you here, Professor Min?”
“The journal I found in Hoseok’s house had a secret message. I decoded it to find this address and saw it was a cabin in the middle of nowhere. This is the Jung family’s safehouse. I was hoping Hoseok was here with his family.”
Your eyes widened in shock, legs trembling as you took a shaky step backward.
“[Y/N]? What’s wrong?”
“I-I… There are two dead bodies in the bedroom,” you revealed. Yoongi’s nostrils flared as he walked past you to face the truth himself. You followed him to the bedroom and stood by his side.
“Shit. We’re too late,” he muttered, hanging his head low. “Are they…?”
“Mr. and Mrs. Jung? Based on their clothing most likely.”
“Hoseok mentioned not hearing from his parents for a while before he left. Who could’ve done this?”
You clutched your fist with the bullet casing angrily. “Take a look at this.”
Yoongi took one look at your open palm and cursed again, snatching the casing away from you to examine it closer. “This is Namjoon’s.”
“Do you think he killed the Jungs?”
“He had no reason to; the Jungs were human. Man, what the hell happened to them?”
“I wish I knew…”
“Wait. Earlier you said Jungkook didn’t bring you here. How did you know to come here then?”
“Sunghyun sent me here by um… teleportation I think.” Yoongi’s mouth was parted open slightly, as if he was preparing to say something but no words had formed. “But that’s not possible because he’s a vampire… right?”
Yoongi held his chin deep in thought. “A while back Sunghyun showed me a photo of an amulet. He wanted to know more about it for his novel and I thought nothing of it. But if he really sent you here, that means he actually has the amulet in his possession.”
“What amulet?”
He met your gaze. “The Amulet of Nightfall. A talisman used to siphon the magic from a vampire and allow them to cast spells.”
“What? Like a witch would? How on earth would Sunghyun get his hands on such a powerful relic?”
“I have no idea. According to history, there was only one in the world, but it was believed to be destroyed. No one wanted vampires to have such abilities. He’d be like a hybrid.”
Sunghyun’s words echoed in your head. “You don’t understand. There are forces at play that see hybrids like us as a threat!”
“That’s why he said ‘us’...” you mumbled.
“What was that?”
“Sunghyun called himself a hybrid. But if the amulet acts as a conduit for magic, doesn’t that mean he’s powerless without it?”
“Depends on his lineage. He could be a true hybrid of vampire and witch and never told us… or he could be a normal vampire with an upgrade.”
“Dang, I’m not special anymore,” you said jokingly. Yoongi gave you a puzzled look. “You know… because I’m not the only hybrid? It was a joke. Guess we’re both not funny.”
Yoongi’s eyes softened and he forced out a laugh. “Oh… Haha. Hahaha!”
You rolled your eyes in response. “Anyway, I don’t understand how Sunghyun knew to send me here.”
“Is it possible he’s helping Jimin?”
“No. He told me I can’t give my blood to Jimin no matter what.”
“So you know? That you’re the cure?”
“Yeah. I’m pissed about it.”
It was then Yoongi’s phone vibrated in his pocket and he whipped it out instinctively, brows knitted together in disgust at the caller ID. Still, he picked up the call and put the phone on speaker for you to hear.
“Namjoon,” he said curtly. “I’m not coming back. You fired me anyway.”
His deep chuckle blasted through the phone speaker. “My dear friend, I’m calling for her. [Y/N]? How are you feeling?”
You and Yoongi exchanged knowing glances. “What do you want, Namjoon?”
“Ah, you’re really there. Sunghyun gave you up so fast.”
“What did you do to him?” you asked impatiently.
“He’s fine. Back in the cellar actually. Seems like he’s gotten into magic recently, but I’ll deal with that later. I’m more interested in you.”
“What about me?”
“You have to come back.”
“Why? To save Jimin?”
“Yes. Your blood is the only cure to a werewolf bite. You know it’s the right thing to do. You always save people. You owe me.”
Self-control out the window, you swiped Yoongi’s phone out of his hand and began yelling. “Owe you?! That’s hilarious. You know my trauma and you have the audacity to ask me such a thing when you keep hiding secrets! I know this is all a ploy!”
“Ploy for what?!” Namjoon roared just as angrily. “He’s fucking dying, [Y/N]! Are you so blinded by your pettiness to not understand the gravity of the situation? There’s enough evidence in Sunghyun’s notebook and blog to incriminate him. Jimin got bit. Get it through your head!”
“I’m not coming back! What happened to you? What happened to us?!” Your eyes quickly became glassy and Yoongi placed a firm hand on your shoulder, shaking his head.
He mouthed the words, “Calm down.”
You regained your sense of self, taking a moment to regulate your emotions. “Unless Jimin admits to everything that’s been going on, I’m not coming back to save him.”
“Oh, you think you’re in a position to negotiate?” He let out another chuckle, this one more sadistic. “Let’s see how you feel after Jungkook talks to you.”
“If you did something to him, I swear to god…” Shuffle noises were heard as the phone was passed around. “Babe? Jungkook?”
Soft sniffles were heard first before a shaky voice called out your name. “[Y/N]... how could you?”
“Huh?”
His sniffles transformed into full on sobbing, words too incoherent to understand. “... kill… how… why… Hoseok…”
“Breathe, I can’t understand you.”
“YOU KILLED HOSEOK’S FAMILY!” The awful accusation coming from your partner’s lips ripped your heart to shreds. Revulsion laced in every word, anger seething through his tone, hate festering in his heart—you were at a loss for words.
“Where is this coming from?” Yoongi intervened, hoping to get more information while letting you process.
“YOU’RE A MURDERER!” he shouted full of contempt.
“I… I’m not. I would never kill another unless it was absolutely necessary…” you said softly but loud enough so he could still hear you.
“The evidence is here, [Y/N]!” His volume had lessened but not by much. “Two detectives showed up looking for you. They found the bullet casing that matches the bullets used in the handgun you took from Professor Kim.”
You and Yoongi took another look at the bullet casing you had on hand in the safehouse. How could a pair of regular detectives match the specific caliber and type of ammunition used by your gun when it’s so unique?
“I’m not the one who made those bullets!” you argued back. “Why am I on trial here when Namjoon could have shot them himself?!”
“My love, if you have any respect for me… you’ll answer my next question truthfully,” he said in a grave tone. You held your breath. “Where did you get the blood?”
“What blood?”
“The blood bag in your room.”
“I got it from school. They provide us bags of animal blood. You know this.”
“Is it really from the school?”
“You can see the logo on it. I don’t understand how this is relevant.”
He let out a frustrated groan. “Damn it, [Y/N]. Where did you get the blood?!”
“From the school! It’s animal blood!” you cried. This conversation was redundant and pointless!
“IT’S NOT!” he argued. “The detectives found Mr. and Mrs. Jung’s bodies and took a blood sample. The blood bag in your room matches Mr. Jung’s. You drank his blood. You had it this whole time!”
Your heart constricted to the point where you thought it would explode. For a moment your ears were ringing and none of Yoongi’s questions were getting through to you. The phone fell from your hands in the same way you fell to your knees. You kept shaking your head and mumbling to yourself that there was no way you drank human blood. It’s not possible. It couldn’t be!
Yoongi picked up the phone off the ground. “Hey. What proof do you have that it’s hers?” No response. He punched the wall in anger. “I asked you what proof do you have?!”
“Professor Min…” you said, taken aback.
“I’ve known [Y/N] far longer than you,” he said, coming to your defense. “She has not once killed a human since her past. Even during her time with her humanity off, there wasn’t a single report of any humans dying in the towns she went to. So before you destroy every ounce of trust in your relationship, tell me how you know for sure she could’ve done it.”
Jungkook was silent for a moment, wiping away his tears. “These detectives are from a special task force that hunts supernatural creatures. They’ve been searching for the Jungs for months and when they finally found their bodies, it led them straight here. Professor Kim told them about the handgun. And then they did a DNA test on the tube of the blood bag. It was a match.”
“No…” He met your crestfallen eyes. “Did you really drink his blood?”
You couldn’t face him any longer and hugged your knees, rocking back and forth. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know. I didn’t know.”
The words kept repeating off your lips and Professor Min clutched his phone so hard, he thought it was going to break.
“Anyway…” Yoongi clenched his jaw at the sudden change to Namjoon’s voice. “The reason why you didn’t find a single report, my dear ex-colleague, was because the bodies hadn’t been found. Now that they have been, the estimated times of death match when [Y/N] took the gun and left with her humanity off. Can you really tell me you feel safe right now next to her?”
His silence spoke for him.
“[Y/N], I’ll make this easy for you. You can turn yourself in or have the entire S.T.R.I.D.E task force hunt you down. There is also a third option if you want to hear it. I think it’s the best deal.”
You stopped rocking back and forth. “Say it.”
“You come back, save Jimin, and I’ll work out a deal with the detectives where you aren’t tortured for life. Jimin has about 3 days left, so if you don’t make a decision, they’re coming after you.”
And with that, the phone call ended. You got up off the floor and grabbed Yoongi’s arm in desperation.
“Professor Min, I promise I didn’t kill the Jungs. I don’t know how that blood bag got in my fridge! I thought it was animal blood because I was so out of it. I’m telling the truth. Please believe me.”
“... I do believe you. So stop crying.” You didn’t realize there were tears until he wiped them away with his sleeve.
“You do? But why? Not even Jungkook believes me.”
“Because… I lost someone I cared about because I didn’t believe him the first time. I’m not making that mistake again.”
“Who? Are you talking about—”
“Doesn’t matter. We have a serious dilemma on our hands. What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. The stakes are too high. I’m freaking out.”
“I would be too. You’ve been through so much. Do you… want a hug?” His question caused your tears to resurface because Professor Min Yoongi wasn’t a hugger. His thoughtfulness touched your heart and you nodded, giving him permission to wrap his arms around you. “Everything will be alright. I have a plan.”
Things on campus remained the same for the most part. Sunghyun, who had previously escaped his shackles, received new ones in a separate cage that dampened his magical abilities. Taehyung was still in his cell moping around and tight-lipped while Ari napped off her worries. Professor Kim tended to them when needed with Jungkook’s assistance.
“You don’t have to stay…” Jimin croaked, voice hoarse and weak. Jungkook was beside his cot on a stool, wringing out a wet towel from a bucket of water. He gently dabbed it around the vampire’s bite wound to wipe up the excess blood.
“I want to.”
The room went silent as Jungkook continued to tend to him, their eyes occasionally meeting and locking in a moment of unspoken understanding. Every so often Jimin winced when the boy got too close to the bite and Jungkook would apologize. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of tension, confusion, and lingering feelings.
“Did something happen?” Jimin finally asked, breaking the silence. Jungkook placed a different wet towel on the curious vampire’s forehead to cool down his body temperature.
“That obvious, huh?” Jungkook pressed his lips together in a fine line as he clenched his fists resting on top of his thighs. “I’m honestly having a difficult time right now.”
“Well,” Jimin said with a kind smile. “Lucky for you I am immobile and have nothing better to do than listen to your worries.”
Jungkook met his gaze, frowning in disapproval at the joke. “If [Y/N] has any sense of redeeming herself, she’ll come back and cure you. She has to.”
“Sorry, I think I’m hallucinating. You think she’s coming back? You want her to come and cure me?” Jimin chuckled to himself and then burst out into laughter, immediately regretting it as the pain shot through his body.
“Dude, stop. You’re already dying enough.” Jungkook scolded.
“I can’t help it. She hates me. And I’m pretty sure you do too.”
“I don’t.”
“You don’t?”
“I don’t… know anything anymore.” He slouched forward in his chair, holding his head in his hands. Jimin used his remaining strength to sit up on the bed, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder.
“Talk to me. Please.”
Jungkook lifted his head, eyes so full of despair that it pained Jimin more than the werewolf venom seeping through his veins. The boy began filling him in on what happened earlier, starting with the detectives’ appearance. Next, he told Jimin about the bullet casing and then finally about the blood bag in your room.
“Holy shit…” Jimin breathed, mortified by how things took such a turn.
“Yeah. I can’t believe it myself, but all evidence points to her. I feel betrayed, Jimin.” The way he said it was so broken, so devastated. “Despite everything, I still miss her.”
He hung his head low and bit his lip, trying his best to endure and not cry.
“It’s okay to miss her.”
Jungkook snapped his head up when a hand was placed on top of his own. Despite him slowly turning gray and desiccating, Jimin’s smile was beaming so brightly. His gaze was soft, yet piercing with affection and longing. It made Jungkook forget everything that was going on but alas, it was a fleeting moment that stopped as soon as Jimin squeezed the boy’s hand.
“No.” Jungkook pulled his hand away and got up from the stool, pacing back and forth anxiously.
“No?”
“No. No. No!” He stopped to face Jimin on the cot. “We can’t do that.”
Jimin's expression darkened, and a hint of a devious smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Why? We’ve done more than that.”
“Stop.” Jungkook warned with his index finger up. “Don’t go there.”
The vampire chuckled, holding the side of his ribcage to ease the aching pain. “We kissed. And I know you felt something.”
Jungkook took a deep breath, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. “It was a mistake.”
“You let me kiss you.”
“I didn’t! You caught me off guard!”
Jimin threw his head back and laughed again. “I’m just that good of a sparring partner, I suppose.”
“This isn’t funny.”
“I want you to be honest with yourself. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since our kiss. Hell, I’ve thought about you when you had spent nights in my room because [Y/N] and Taehyung were together. We talked. We laughed. We shared things in common. I finally felt like someone got to know me. The real me.”
Jungkook kept his distance but sighed. “Fine… I can't deny that something was there. The moment we shared… It felt real, but… too much has happened and I’m in a vulnerable spot. It’s not fair to [Y/N]. Or Ari for that matter.”
“Is it so wrong to want to be with you? Haven’t you thought about it even once?”
“Stop fucking around.”
“I’m literally dying. I’ll do whatever I please. After what you told me, don’t you see that [Y/N] was manipulating you? I’m the only one who truly understands you. Being with someone like her must be draining because you’re always on edge, having to worry about picking up the pieces.”
“Jimin, stop.”
“It started when she saved your life. You don’t love her. You think you owe her. Why else are you trying so hard to break the sire bond?”
“I said stop!” he yelled, shifting his eyes to goldenrod.
Jimin’s face turned grim, glaring at the boy who raised his voice at him. “Think it over, Jungkook. I’ll stop once I’m dead.”
Jungkook exited the cage with a huff and locked it behind him before he could hear anymore. He headed towards the stairs to exit the cellar for good, passing by Taehyung and Ari’s cages. Ari was still sound asleep while Taehyung laid on his cot, staring at the ceiling absentmindedly.
“Hey.”
Jungkook stopped walking even though he knew he should’ve kept going.
“What? Are you ready to talk?”
“You really think she did it. That she killed two humans so ruthlessly. You have to admit that’s kinda hot.”
His monotone voice irritated Jungkook further. Why was he being nonchalant about you and your actions?
“I don’t have time for your nonsense.”
“I still love her, you know.”
Jungkook grabbed the cell bars and scoffed. “I don’t care.”
“No matter what she’s done… I can deal with it. The good, the bad, the ugly. But I am disappointed in you. I thought you’d have a little more faith.”
“You don’t get to judge me. You bit Jimin and still haven’t told us why.”
“Maybe it was to protect [Y/N].”
“Bullshit.”
Taehyung smiled to himself. “I don’t regret what I did. Not one bit.”
“He is going to die because of you. That makes you a murderer.”
“We’re all murderers, dipshit,” he said while sitting up, flashing him a smirk. “Don’t act like you’re better than any of us.”
“This is different.”
“How? The Jungs probably deserved it.”
“They were Hoseok’s family!” he barked. In a fit of frustration, his hand collided with the unforgiving bars of the cage, resonating with a resounding thud.
“And…?”
“Hoseok mentioned he wasn’t able to contact them for months. Turns out they were murdered, don’t you think that raises some red flags in her?! They weren’t innocent, but they didn’t deserve death!”
Taehyung shrugged before lying back down with a yawn. “I don’t know what she sees in you.”
Jungkook squeezed the cage bars tight enough that a slight creaking sound was heard. Taehyung simply rolled over on his side to have his back facing the angered boy.
“Fuck you,” Jungkook spat. He had to get out of there before he snapped. But of course, the last cage closest to the staircase held Sunghyun, who also had something to say.
“Jungkook!” The boy was overly enthusiastic, grabbing onto the bars of the cage. “You’ve got to listen to me.”
“About what? Your latest fanfic idea? Not interested.”
Jungkook didn’t realize he made the fatal mistake of being too close to the cage. Next thing he knew, Sunghyun was grabbing him by the collar and his whole demeanor had changed.
“Please! I need your help!”
“Get off of me!” Jungkook roared, trying to pry his hands off him. Sunghyun refused to let go and pulled so hard that Jungkook slammed his face into the bars. The moment his guard was down Sunghyun slipped something in the boy’s pocket before letting go.
Jungkook fell to the ground in a daze but quickly regained consciousness. “Son of a bitch…”
Sunghyun retreated back to the corner of his cage. “Sorry…”
The boy got up and dusted himself off, tapping his nostril to see if there was any blood. Fortunately, he was fine. His emotions on the other hand? A complete mess. He finally left the cellar to go turn.
Three days later…
Namjoon picked up his phone after hearing the first ring. “You’re cutting it close. What’s your decision?”
“She agreed to save him in exchange for full immunity from those detectives,” Yoongi stated.
“Excellent. I’ll text them.”
“Not good enough. How do we know they’re gone?”
“They left yesterday because they were tired of waiting. I can always text them that you two came back hostile.”
“A deal’s a deal, Namjoon,” Yoongi warned.
“Alright, alright. I won’t tell them that. You’re going to have to trust me on this one.”
“That depends. Trust goes both ways. Blow out the Flame of Imprisonment to show trust.”
Namjoon stared at the black candle flickering on top of his desk. “And why would I do that?”
“Are you stupid? How can she enter school property to save Jimin if you don’t?”
“... Fair point.”
“Come to the forest near the underground cellar when you’re done,” Yoongi instructed before ending the call. The headmaster stared at the phone, amused at how things played out. He walked over to the candle and blew it out with one quick huff.
Upon arriving at the forest, he squinted his eyes to make sure that he was seeing things clearly in the distance. Yoongi was the only person there. Where were you?
“Where’s [Y/N]?” he called out, approaching Yoongi carefully.
“She didn’t feel safe coming here,” Yoongi replied nonchalantly with a shrug. Namjoon scoffed, glaring daggers at his old colleague.
“You lied.”
“No. You said you needed her blood. So here it is,” Yoongi lifted his hand up to show the vial of blood you so graciously donated.
“Some trust y’all have in me...”
“Do you want it or not?”
“I want it. But…”
“But…?”
Namjoon crossed his arms over his chest. There was a suspicious gaze in his eyes as he challenged Yoongi to do something unexpected.
“Is that really [Y/N]’s blood? What if she poisoned it? After all, she did kill people. Drink it.”
“You want me… to drink it? I’m human.”
“She not being here makes me believe something’s in it.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“Drink it.”
“If I drink it, there won’t be much left to cure Jimin~,” Yoongi said in a sing-songy voice.
“Just give me the damn thing,” Namjoon swiped it from him, popped off the lid, and sampled your blood. He smacked his lips rapidly, to which Yoongi was repulsed. “I don’t taste vervain… so that’s good. But why is her blood minty? Is the blood of a hybrid minty?”
“It’s minty?” Yoongi asked with faux curiosity.
“Yeah, you wanna try?”
“No. Dimwit.”
“Why is it minty?”
“How should I know? Let’s go.” Yoongi headed for the staircase that led to the underground and Namjoon followed closely behind. When he tried inputting the passcode into the keypad, it emitted a bright red light. Confused, he attempted to put it in once more but still received the red light.
“Stop. I changed the passcode,” Namjoon warned. “Move out of the way before you get electrocuted.”
“Since when did you change it?”
“Recently,” was all the headmaster said as the large medieval door opened.
Yoongi quickly followed him in and took note of the occupied cages. First being Taehyung’s, but the werewolf didn’t bat an eye at the professor’s being there. Next was Jimin’s and the toll from the werewolf venom was visibly evident in his physical appearance. He was unconscious and a sickly gray, the desiccation on his body being nearly complete.
However, Yoongi couldn’t help but notice Ari, who was in the cage beside him, appearing to also be in critical condition. Her eyes lost their spark, clouded with a mixture of exhaustion and pain. She could barely stand up upon the professors’ arrival.
“Is that her blood?” she asked in a hoarse voice while pointing at the vial in Professor Kim’s hand. “Thank goodness…”
“What happened to you?” Yoongi questioned.
“I’ll be fine. Heal Jimin.” It was then she began to retch black goo onto the floor, scaring the professors out of their wits.
“What the fuck is that?!” Professor Kim exclaimed.
“[Y/N] said if Jimin died then Ari would too… It must be true.” Professor Min thought to himself.
“Go heal Jimin first,” Yoongi instructed. “She probably strained herself taking on all of the head witch’s tasks.”
Namjoon quickly opened the cage and approached the weakened vampire, lifting his head up gently to feed him your blood from the vial. Slowly but surely, the gray color of his skin transformed back to its original state from top to bottom.
That’s when Yoongi took out the hidden syringes he had tucked in his boots. He approached Namjoon from behind and stabbed it into his neck quite violently. The headmaster clutched onto Yoongi’s hand with widened eyes before collapsing to the ground.
“That’s for the scar you gave me,” Yoongi muttered. Next he injected another syringe into Jimin’s neck before the vampire regained consciousness. He exited their cage and looked at Ari, who was impatient and demanded to see Jimin.
“Did you give him the blood? Is he okay? He’s okay, right? Let me see him.” She grabbed onto the bars and jumped up and down like she wasn’t retching earlier.
“You’re quite exuberant…” Injecting the serum into Ari was painfully easy since she was so close to the bars. Professor Min poked the needle into her forearm and she was out like a light in seconds. He proceeded to leave the cellar by putting in the new passcode he saw Namjoon had typed. Then he used a large stone nearby to prop the door open.
“Come to the cellar when ready,” Yoongi said into his earpiece, which had been concealed with magic. After a few minutes of waiting, he saw a trio of people heading his way.
“You told me Sunghyun knew magic,” Seokjin stated with his hands on his hips. “The boy didn’t put up much of a fight. I didn’t sense any magic off of him.”
“Did you find the amulet?”
“No, it wasn’t on him. Jungkook had it; he teleported. [Y/N]’s getting him.”
“Good.”
“Can we lock him in the cellar now?” Hoseok complained while carrying the unconscious Sunghyun bridal-style. “He’s heavy.”
“I’ll carry him,” a chirpy voice offered.
“I got it, sis.”
“Well, they’re all knocked out except for Taehyung,” Yoongi informed.
“I’ll take care of him. It’s been a while since I’ve stabbed a werewolf.”
“Dawon, you’re scaring me,” Hoseok said with an exaggerated shudder.
“It’s Jiwoo now.”
“Right.”
Hoseok and Jiwoo entered the cellar first while Jin and Yoongi trailed behind.
“Hey, why did you leave the cellar door open?” Jin asked Yoongi.
“Namjoon changed the passcode. It’s—”
Yoongi was cut off when Jin suddenly tumbled down the staircase, nearly toppling Hoseok and Jiwoo over. Everyone looked up at the entrance of the cellar to see you, holding an unconscious Jungkook over your shoulder, along with a blowgun.
“What are you doing?!” Yoongi shouted, a sense of betrayal flooding his mind.
“Finding out the truth.”
Three blow darts propelled through the air, producing a faint swishing sound each time. The trio received the same fate as Jin as their bodies fell to the floor. You removed the stone propping the cellar door open and headed inside, trapping everyone inside with you.
“[Y/N]? Is that you?”
You gave the werewolf a seemingly innocent smile. “Hi Tae.”
*Hss*
Hopefully you wouldn’t need any more blow darts. That was your last one.
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Peppermint Bark | Mafia!Namjoon
Summary line: Candy cane sequel - The damned candy cane is moving and she’s causing a ruckus. On purpose.
(BTW: I had a big fan of the first story, wang-banana, but she’s deactivated now. If anyone who comes across this knows her, please let her know, there’s a sequel!)
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Now, your neighbor was always impossibly unreasonable, but that doesn’t mean you had to be a jerk too. You hate the idea that he might take it the wrong way and think that you’ve stepped aside out of fear. You’re doing it out of respect of another human being. And that is all. That. Is. All.
That guy downstairs looks like he’s MIA again. Like you said, he wasn’t home frequent enough for you to even worry about making noise. Honestly, if he has such a problem with it, why isn’t he moving into his own home where he doesn’t have to worry about neighboring walls?
But it no longer matters to you. You get to sing and dance as usual for a good couple of weeks and found a place better than where you are now.
Okay. Now, you can be a bit petty. It’s perfect, because he just so happens to be home this week.
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Lately, every time Namjoon steps into his home, it feels foreign to him. Before you pointed it out, he never noticed that he’s away from home so often. His place feels like a staged home or a hotel more than a sanctuary of private space. Actually, a lot of minimalist-styled homes are very similar, but at least have a picture frame, an artwork; He might even settle for a plant at this point.
Well, maybe not a plant. If it’s fake, it’s missing the point of him trying not to have his home so staged. If it’s real, he’ll just abandon it and see it dead the next time he sees it and remind him how little he comes home.
But rather than coming back reminds him of home, coming back reminds him of you. His ears are actually quite sensitive. You can wear socks, have a rug, carpet your floor, whatever, but the truth is, he can still hear you. The little thump-thump across his ceiling brings a twitch of a smile to his face before he remembers you’re not supposed to make any noise at all. But it lets him know that you’re close.
You were not a creature of habit like he is. This apartment he’s in is just shelter for him. Come home at 7, take a bath and order food to be delivered. Eat at 8:15. Finish dinner by 8:30 and then watch the news until 10.
But you don’t have a pattern. It’s like you always forget something while you’re in the middle of whatever, and you just abandon everything you were doing to do what you just thought of. Going back and forth, stopping dead in the middle of whatever room you were in, and then go back. If you were one of his boys, you’d be done. He needs deliberate people.
But he’s not as bothered about it with you. If anything, it’s cute when you do it. He’s not the type to lie to himself. He’s attracted to you. He’s been since he’s first met you. But he’s only met you once. If you were someone on the streets, he will just consider it as a one-off.
But because of your proximity and your incessant thump-thumps, you wander into his mind about how he can come up with reasons to see you again. But he knows he can’t. He’s not in the kind of occupation that makes it easy for him to have a relationship. Even if he’s not asking you out, constantly seeing you could make you a target at any time. Maybe he could, sometimes you’re protected and off limits even more so. But that’s not on him. That’s on you. And by his experience, the people he likes don’t choose a relationship with him. It is what it is.
You sleep later than him, so your thumping around your bedroom is his sleep music.
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Your thumping is also his wake up call. And screeching. And clanging. And all sorts of ungodly noises at an ungodly hour for a Saturday.
Screw how much he’s attracted to you, you’re doing this on purpose.
He growls as he throws his covers back. You might be the only person who will ever see him in a hoodie and sweatpants.
He stomps on up to your floor and is surprised when he sees multiple people walking in and out of your apartment talking and laughing. If he wasn’t so focused on the fact that all sorts of cacaphony coming from the movement above him, he might have recognized you making conversation with someone earlier. One particular tall, muscular, handsome man. Towering so closely over you, too intimate for friends or aquaintances. Okay, now he notices.
“Oh look, it’s the grinch!” He takes his eyes off of the man to see you smirking at him from your doorway, “What do I owe the pleasure?”
“It’s 7am on a Saturday morning.” You should know what that implies, seeing as by one encounter, he’s under the impression that you’re smart. And you are. But you both know this is spite.
“Ah, would it be okay if we did this later then? 7:30?”
“It would be nice if this didn’t happen at all.”
“Oh, I think you’ll want this. I’m moving.”
“Oh?” He notices the slight pang in the center of his chest, realizing that she will no longer be living above him. Bitterness is in the back of his throat when he realizes that this is all his doing.
He wants to ask where she’s going, but it really shouldn’t be his concern; besides, if he knows, he’ll feel inclined to keep her in his mind. If she says she’s moving to Daegu, he’ll always think of her if he takes a trip out there.
He doesn’t know whether or not he truly wants to ask, but lucky for him, she tells him out of spite.
“Yeah, I’m moving up to the penthouse at the top.” You declared.
What?!
“You’re psycho!”
“Yeah. Probably.” You grin mischievously. He’s should be annoyed right now; on the one hand, letting you move out faster would give him peace. On the other hand, having you wait to move because he wants more sleep could also give you peace.
But the real issue is that he’s been wanting that penthouse for a long time now. How dare the landlord not inform him first when the penthouse became vacant; he has it in his contract that the landlord would inform him first and give him 10 days to apply and get the place. And now you’re moving up there. Not only are you moving away from his proximity, you’re moving to where he wants to be himself.
“Damn landlord.” Namjoon turns around and mutters under his breath. He turns to look over your shoulder to see many boxes have already been packed up and there’s not much left.
“No, that penthouse is mine.”
“Excuse me?” You crossed your arms and looked at him incredulously. He can’t be serious. Even in your last two days of being in this unit, he still finds a way to be unreasonable.
“Uh, I don’t know who you are but -” the man next to you begins to speak but Namjoon cuts him off.
“Shut up. I don’t know you and I’m talking to y/n.” The man next to you looks at you, attempting to communicate silently, Is this guy serious? Do you need me to take care of him?
You shake your head at him and gestures with your head to have him continue moving the boxes.
“Don’t worry, I got this.” The man stares down Namjoon one more time before going back into your apartment.
“You’ve got to be kidding. I signed the contract. Over half of my things are already moved in.”
“Yes, but our landlord had an agreement way before you even moved into this building.”
“Yeah, but your 10 days are up from last week.” Namjoon widened his eyes.
“Yeah, the landlord told me. We bonded over your unreasonable demands; he actually invited me over for tea to talk about it.” You lifted your chin and grinned smugly.
“Ok, keep smiling now, but I’ll get that penthouse. There are definitely ways to make him nullify your contract.”
“Ooo, your gun again? Shocking!” He steps closer to you and growls lowly. You crossed your arms again, mostly to provide a barrier between both you.
Namjoon takes a quick glance behind you to see if there’s anyone in the apartment that will see you two, and that also distracts you for a second. In the next one, he grabs your arm and pull you to the side and puts you against the wall with one arm pushing against your neck. It’s a wonder no one heard it, but this is his profession.
“What the fuck?!” You whisper-scream. You’re sure whatever he does is illegal but this is not the time for people to come out and start questioning why his first response is always violent.
“That penthouse is mine. I need it, and you’re going to have to move your stuff back.”
“You never really let anyone play in the sandbox with you when you were a kid, did you?” You heard another growl from him but this time, you felt a little shiver on your back. You hope he doesn’t realize it but his smirk tells you otherwise.
You sigh and grab his elbow and push it up and to the side; it makes him lose his grip on you and you sidestep away from him. Every time.
“What did I say the first time we met?”
“’Merry Christmas, Mr. Grinch’?” Now it’s Namjoon’s time to grin cheekily. You glare at him, “You don’t touch me.”
“Look, I --” He paused as he realized, he was about to address you by your name, but you two never exchanged names.
“I’m sorry, what was your name again?” You roll your eyes and scoff at him. Walking around him, you head back to into your apartment.
“What? We never formally introduced each other.” His words put a halt to your steps as you finally came to that same realization and you look at him, “Riiiight.”
And then you continue moving forward.
“Wait. What is your name?” You scoff again, turning back to him, “No. You don’t need to know my name. I’m leaving your proximity and you are almost never here. You don’t need my name anymore.”
And with that, the sunlight from your living room disappears from the hallway and he’s left empty.
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“Thanks for all your help, Soobin.” You gratefully expressed as you two stepped into the elevator.
“No problem. It was my pleasure. It’s good to be done quicker with moving and stuff. It’s less stressful now.”
“Yeah. Without any help, it might have taken me two months to finish everything.”
“You know,” He begins speaking in a tone that you know that something is up, “All this work has worked up an appetite. I could really go for eating something.”
“Really? It’s 10pm.”
“Then how about some late night dessert? I love sweets.” He helped you out with packing up and moving out so quick, it’s the least you can do.
“Sure. My treat.” The elevator doors open to the parking garage.
“Oh don’t worry, it’s always been your treat in my mind.” Soobin winks and the two of you laugh on your way to his car.
“Fine. Where do you want to go?”
“Sulbing?”
“Sure. I’ll meet you there.” You stop right in front of his car as he heads for the driver’s side.
“Why don’t you just come with me? I’ll drop you off after.”
“No, don’t worry. I have something that I have to take care of first.”
“I can just wait for you.”
“No, don’t worry. It won’t take long. I’ll meet you there.” Soobin shrugs and waves to you as he gets into the car, “Okay, see you there!”
“Bye!” You wave him off. Once his car disappears from your line of sight and his red lights have disappeared from the walls, you spin around.
“Hello?” You call out into the seemingly empty parking garage.
“How the hell did you know someone was here?” Namjoon comes out from his car and closes it.
“I don’t know. It’s like ever since you’ve put your hands on me twice, I can’t help but have this internal alarm whenever you’re around now.” You throw your hands up in the air.
“I’m sorry. You probably said that sarcastically, but because of our past exchanges, that may actually be real for you. I should have never put my hands on you with intent of violence. Or, technically, never should have put my hands on you period.”
“That’s better.”
It’s silent for a little while between the two of you.
“Look, I’m sure you’re really happy to have that penthouse, and if it were any other circumstance, I would’ve been fine. But I need that penthouse.”
You cross your arms, gearing up for a new unreasonable conversation.
“Really? Is there a good reason why?”
As the words leave your lips, Namjoon nearly breaks his own neck, turning towards screeching noises coming from the entrance of the parking lot.
He runs quickly towards you and grabs your hand, pulling you back to his car as fast as he can.
“Hey! What did we just sa --”
“Get in. Now!” He didn’t have time to pull you to the other side into the passenger seat and practically throws you in to the back seat.
He gets in to the drivers side and immediately peels his car out of the parking spot. He looks into the rear view mirror to see the car he’s expecting all along just turn the corner to the same lane as he’s driving out of.
“I can’t fucking believe you. What the hell, man?” You sit up from the back seat and poke your head out to his side, over the middle console.
“Sit back! Head down, Candy Cane.” Candy cane?
You turn around to see the car that he’s trying to get away from and immediately lay down as flat as you can across the width of the back seats.
Namjoon has already driven out of the garage and takes the left. He presses one button on his wheel and the car begins connect his call.
“Taehyung! Why the fuck is Indominus chasing us?!” Namjoon growls visciously into the car’s microphone.
“Sir?! What happened?” A voice that you now connect to a name is trembling. You hear a lot of rummaging from the background.
“Who’s ‘us’?”
“Taehyung! I’m not repeating myself!”
“Shit. Okay. We took care of them before you got home...We, may have missed one. Everyone’s on their way now. Yoongi’s going to send you where the extraction point is and we’ll take care of everything from there. ETA: 6 minutes.”
“You better make that three.” With that, Namjoon hangs up. He hears you sighing from the back seat. All you can do right now is fold your hands together and lay it on your stomach.
“Hey Soobin, sorry I can’t make it to dessert. I got held up in a crossfire of illegal activity and I think I’m not going to make it for bingsoo. Enjoy your night!” You mumble under your breath in fake cheerfulness.
“Please tell me your not calling or texting anyone.” Namjoon mindlessly drums his thumbs over the top of the wheels, attempting this weak form of conversation.
“Of course not! I don’t know who anyone is right now, but there’s no reason to add on a potential tracking signal.” You put one of your hands up to your forehead.
“...You’re very calm for someone who’s in this situation right now.” Namjoon gets a notification from his touchscreen and he clicks on it, revealing his team’s extraction map pin. You say nothing.
Shots get fired at Namjoon’s car and you immediately cover your head, still laying down. Clearly he’s prepared for this, because the bullets barely make a dent on the body of the car and the back window doesn’t have a scratch.
“Shit!” Namjoon attempts to stretch his hand over to his glove compartment. You lift your head up to see his actions. His gun has slid to the other side of the compartment, which makes it out of his reach.
You groan loudly and wildly for a moment, which takes Namjoon by surprise. And even more surprise when he feels you move him out of your way, sit in the passenger seat and grab the gun. You quickly slide out the magazine to check the number of bullets, put it back in, unlock the safety, and cock it back to ensure a bullet is in the chamber.
You wait until the car behind you have stopped shooting and you quickly roll down the window on your side and turn around to shoot at their tires. They were quick to adjust because they did a controlled zig-zag on the road.
“Shit.” You bring the window back up and you take out the magazine, “Do you have another round?”
He widens his eyes at all the actions he just witnessed and slowly grabs another mag from his side door. You grab it from him and load it back into the gun.
“What the fuck? Who are you?!” You ignore his bellowing and attempt shooting at the tires. At the fifth bullet, you successfully hit one of the tires. It swerves and slows down to the side of the road.
You exhale loudly, trying to catch your breath, as you sit back into the passenger seat. You do your best to ignore Namjoon constantly looking back at you.
“Okay, seriously though, what the fuck?” You finally roll your head around to look back at him. He almost didn’t take his eyes of you as he waited for an answer.
“Let’s just say, I’ve been in something like this before and I’ve learned from my mistakes.” And you left it at that. The rest of the car ride was short but it felt like forever with the silence you both shared. You clearly weren’t going to say anything else.
He slows down to the extraction point, and his display changes with a soft voice saying, “You have arrived to your destination.”
You two immediately get out of the car, just in time for his team of 6 to grab you two.
“Who is this?” Hoseok asks Namjoon as the team escorts you two to a different car.
“Where are those bastards?”
Namjoon gets to the van first and looks back at you, trailing in the back with Hoseok grabbing onto your elbow.
“No questions.” He let out an exasperated sigh. His mind has been running wild since you climbed to the passenger seat. You didn’t seem willing to answer any more of his questions, let alone his team.
“Are you okay?” Hoseok quietly asks you as Namjoon gets into the back. Jungkook heads to Namjoon’s car; he’ll have to take it to a garage and recycle the car back into their storage. The other men go back to their cars and Jimin gets into the driver’s seat of the van,
“Yeah...I just want to go home.” Hoseok nods, “We’ll take you back safely, don’t worry. Where do you live?”
“I...am your boss’ neighbor.” Hoseok’s memory clicks in remembrance of a certain annoying neighbr of Namjoon’s, who surprisingly let her live. If you were any other neighbor, then he’s extremely Hoseok grins so widely as this may be the most interesting and entertaining thing he’s ever witnessed about his boss. He nods and leads you into the van, next to Namjoon.
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“Bye!” His team bids you farewell enthusiastically. Hoseok texted the rest of the group to share the interesting connection you have to their boss. The entire ride home, Hoseok and Jimin attempt to have a decent conversation with you and learn more about you than Namjoon ever did in his two encounters. Namjoon stayed quiet and kept looking out the window the whole ride.
You and Namjoon walk into the building, you waving back to his team and Namjoon just heading towards the elevator.
You finally take out your cellphone, now that you’re technically back in your organic environment and see 5 missed calls, 2 voicemails, and 8 texts from Soobin.
- I thought you were in trouble!
- I tried coming back to your place, but the security is really top notch here. They won’t let anyone back in without a tenant profile or a name on the visitor’s list.
Maybe that’s why the Grinch chose this place, for it’s security. But how could the other car come into the parking garage? Perhaps it’s not so safe afterall.
- Don’t worry, you text back, I’m fine. I just got caught up in unpacking something and it just spiraled into a whole thing. I’m fine. I’m going to go to sleep now though. I just went through a whole thing.
He immediately texts back.
- Okay. I’m coming over tomorrow to check in on you. Please put me on the visitor’s list?
- Lol okay. Goodnight.
Ding! The elevator opened and you two step into the elevator. Namjoon presses the top floor first and lets you head up.
At floor 8, he finally says something.
“Look. I don’t know your name, what you do, what happened to you before, or how you know how to do the things you did tonight. But I am sorry I got you in this mess. I will move out. I can have my men install a top notch security program that was built by Yoongi. If you want, I can even find you a whole new penthouse and pull some strings to move you there and set up the security. Whatever happened to you before, I’m almost certain that it was not a good experience, so I’m sorry you may have re-lived it.”
Wow, that’s so many ‘sorry’’s in one night coming from some guy like him. You peek a glance over at him.
“...Why did you call me Candy Cane?” Namjoon had the strongest urge to shift out of embarrassment and surprise, but he stood firm. He did sigh however. How is it only floor 25?
“The moment you opened the door. That’s what you looked like to me. A beautiful candy cane.” Your cheeks flush red, and that’s not an easy reaction to get out of you.
“Thank you.” Namjoon just grunts.
Level 30.
“I work in tech, so I’ll find a way to build my own security system. Although, now I so many changes to my current program now that I know the bigger risks...I will take you up on your offer, but I’m don’t want a new penthouse. I’m going to put it in my back pocket as an IOU.”
Ding! Level 59.
You step out of the elevators.
“Thank you for apologizing. I know that couldn’t have been easy for you,” you continue to mutter under your breath, “even though you shouldn’t have such a hard time with it in the first place.”
“Yeah, I’m working on it.” He heard you.
You look back at him. He truly looks embarassed and disappointed with himself.
Before the doors close, you hold it back and it opens back up.
“Hey, thanks for doing your best at protecting me.”
“It felt more like you were protecting me.”
“And what’s wrong with that? You have so many peope protecting you all the time. I’m just one of the few.”
“Not to me, Candy Cane.” You smile at him for real for the first time since you opened the door to him, not recognizing the can of worms you’d open.
“My name is Y/N...but I like kind of like Candy Cane.” Namjoon finally smiles at you for real for the first time at all.
“But now, I like your name, Y/N.” You let out a smirk.
“What’s yours?”
“Namjoon.”
The elevator doors cry out an annoying beeping noise to remind you two that the doors have been open for too long.
You pull Namjoon’s sleeve and take him out of the elevator. He didn’t expect it and he slammed right into you, him wrapping his arms around your waist and your hands over his arms. He looks down at you and gives you such a gentle smile, you’re caught a little off guard. He gives you a little squeeze and makes you look up to him.
“A little rough there, Candy Cane.”
You giggle, “I should give you a nickname.”
“I thought it was Mr. Grinch.”
“I mean, if you really want to keep that. I’m giving you a once-in-a-lifetime chance to change it.”
“Okay. I want to be Handsome Man.”
“Ooo,” you wince, “Someone’s already taken that nickname.”
It almost stuns him for a second, but you start laughing, “We’ll keep thinking. Right now we have Mr. Grinch and Handsome Man in the running.”
“Mmm, Handsome Man is sooo good though.” He leans in just a bit and you can feel his breath on your cheek.
“We should really get some sleep, Namjoon.” He took the hint and loosened his grip on you, but not completely.
“Sure thing, Candy Cane. Sweet dreams.” His grip on you didn’t loosen the same way yours didn’t on him.
“Y/N?”
“Yes?”
“Will you tell me what happened to you before?” Your smile begins to falter as you slowly let go of his arms. He took the signal and slowly unwrapped his arms around your waist.
“I haven’t really told anyone, and I’m nowhere near telling anyone. You already know more than anyone in my life right now just by what I said earlier tonight.” Namjoon felt stunned and a little mad at himself. Even if he didn’t know what you’ve gone through, he brought an innocent person into his mess, and he likes you too. Now that he knows that you’ve gone through something you find unspeakable, any thoughts he had
He slowly takes a step back, “Once again, I’m sorry.” He pushes his hand backwards to press the elevator button. Ding!
As he steps into the elevator, you call out to him, “Namjoon!” He holds the door open button.
“You want to bring your boys by some time? I can make you guys a thank you dinner and we can test out if Yoongi’s security system or my security system works better...” Your words are met by an agreeable grunt.
“And I don’t want you to move out. But we should probably inspect closer to why the parking garage let them in with our building’s security. If any or either of us continue living here, this building has to be be the best at security.”
Namjoon’s ears perked up when he heard that you don’t want him to move out, “Really? You’re okay with me sticking around?”
“Yeah sure. The best way to test a security system is to have a huge target worth breaking in.” You smirk.
“Wow, you know I’m pretty important in my circle you know? And you’re just keeping me around like bait?”
You shrug, “It’s time you find out that this world is a lot bigger than your circle.”
Amused, he smirks, “Good night, Candy Cane.”
“Good night, Handsome Man.” You cross your arms and tilt your head a little to keep eye contact with him until the door closes until you turn around and head into your bedroom.
As Namjoon leans back and tilts his head to the wall, he’s learned a few more things about you.
One, your name is Y/N.
Two, You’re a badass that can take anything he dishes out, regardless of your experience that he’s so curious about.
Three, despite that, if he can ever get a chance with you, and you both want it, this is real and he has to protect you above all else.
And that is the story of how Namjoon, a mafia boss, lost his penthouse.
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Forgotten
gênero: angst
palavras: 6.8k
TW: Ansiedade, ataque de pânico, menções de depressão e morte.
''Se o meu destino é desaparecer assim, então está é a minha última carta'' — Let go
a/n: Hello, for my non-Portuguese-speaking readers. This piece of writing is written entirely in Portuguese, but don't worry, I'm already translating it all into English. Hang tight and thank you for your patience ♡
‘’Hey! Logo logo estaremos aí. Desculpa pelo atraso, o ensaio hoje demorou mais do que o previsto. Estamos saindo agora.’’
Recebido às 5 da tarde.
Olho para o relógio que marcava oito da noite. Suspiro sentindo meu coração bater lentamente no meu peito, cada palpitada se transformando em um pouco mais de angústia.
Levanto do sofá pegando o guarda-chuva que preguiçosamente balançava com o vento vindo da janela. Fecho os olhos e respiro fundo. Tento controlar o súbito medo e desespero que se formava em meu peito. Coração acelerando, mente preocupada. Sensação de morte e falta de ar. Tudo em um único sentimento: Ansiedade.
Me sento deslizando pela parede do corredor. Tento controlar a respiração ao mesmo tempo que tento controlar as batidas do meu coração. Penso que morrer no corredor de um prédio seria tão inútil e sem graça que me faz rir. Um riso angustiado e sem emoção, mas funcional.
Batimentos normalizando. Respiração ofegante, porém, controlada. Mente estabilizada.
Sinto meu rosto molhado. Enxugo as lágrimas com a mão trêmula. Quando foi que comecei a chorar? Me levanto do chão cambaleando um pouco. Respiro fundo mais uma vez e aperto o botão do elevador.
Papai sempre disse que pensar em coisas ridículas nos momentos difíceis ajudaria a me distrair. Estava certo como sempre esteve.
A brisa gélida e úmida das ruas de Seoul, aqueciam minha alma. Seus negros céus como a escuridão, coberta por densas nuvens, carregavam grossas gotas de chuvas que em um atrito, se encontravam com o guarda-chuva, criando lindas melodias. Era bom ouvir as gotas batendo no duro concreto, me traziam a memória que eu não chorava sozinha.
Trovejava quando cheguei ao destino. Riscos brilhantes no céu deixavam o monumento ainda mais sombrio. Achava sarcástico o modo como tudo combinava com meus sentimentos. Entrando pelas portas, já podia escutar os choros abafados. Tristeza e sofrimento emanando pelo ar me deixando melancólica.
Depois de mais alguns passos, posso ver a pessoa que mais amo no mundo me recebendo com belos sorrisos. Seus olhos brilhando como verdadeiros raios de sóis. Sento em sua frente, deslizando os dedos por onde seu nome descansava. Lee Joon-Ho.
- Papai. – disse sorrindo, sentindo o salgado gosto das lágrimas. – Sinto sua falta. – repouso as flores perto de seu retrato. – Tem sido dias tão solitários sem o senhor aqui. Você deixou bastante saudades, sabia? – suspiro. – Me perdoa por não trazer meus amigos, para que você os conhecesse. Sei que prometi que iria, mas eles estão ocupados. O senhor deve imaginar como é difícil. Quem sabe numa próxima? – rio sem emoção.
Ouço passos atrás de mim. Levanto animada. Coração palpitando, mas dessa vez em sinal de conforto. Eles não esqueceram. Sinto meu rosto esticar em um pequeno sorriso, que logo é desmanchado.
- Olá, menina. Boa noite. – o guarda me dá um sorriso simpatizante. – Sinto muito lhe atrapalhar, porém preciso pedir para que não demore muito na visita de hoje. A chuva causou pequenas infiltrações e teremos que fechar um pouco mais cedo.
- Ah sim. Tudo bem. – respondo em um sussurro.
- Sinto muitíssimo mesmo. Você tem 10 minutos. Vou lhe deixar a sós. – disse se curvando e saindo logo em seguida.
Me viro novamente, sentando no chão.
- É papai, hoje terei de ir embora um pouco mais cedo. – acaricio o porta retrato. – Mas não se preocupe, eu volto logo. – sinto as lágrimas descerem, como as gotas que caem do céu. - Eu te amo muitíssimo. – digo entre soluços. – Sinto sua falta.
Levanto em sinal de desespero. Corro porta a fora, sentindo as gotas caírem livremente pelo meu corpo, sem a proteção do guarda-chuva. Era como se lavasse todo sentimento ruim que fluía do meu ser.
Chegando em casa, tomo um banho quente e ponho roupas confortáveis. Os cômodos eram densa escuridão. Era somente a chuva e eu. E meu gato, que roçando em minha perna, se pôs a deitar em meu colo.
Senti meu peito inflar em conforto com a presença do pequeno ser e sorrio com o ato.
Com o telefone em mãos tento distrair minha mente agitada. Vejo o ícone do Twitter e sinto meu coração pulsar, como se eu não devesse fazer isso, mas faço do mesmo jeito. A tela azul brilhando em meio a escuridão da sala logo se torna em um branco, deixando minha visão embaçada. Ponho em modo escuro e sigo deslizando meus dedos na tela, atualizando o feed.
Dentre alguns segundos vejo algo que despedaça meu coração mais ainda. Entre os surtos de animação das armys, se encontram vídeos dos meninos, dos meus meninos, se divertindo em um restaurante com ela. Eles se esqueceram do dia da visitação por conta dela. Novamente o motivo por eu ter sido posto de lado é ela.
Batidas na porta faz com que eu esqueça o sentimento de ciúmes e raiva que ardia em meu corpo como se fosse fogo. Reluto para tirar o peludo do meu colo, já que o mesmo parecia tão confortável. Com um pouco de esforço me levanto e caminho até a porta. Ao abrir vejo o rosto de Adora em um sorriso reconfortante. Ao ver um rosto amigo, sinto minhas lágrimas caírem mais uma vez livremente pelo meu rosto. Imediatamente ela larga as sacolas que carregava e me envolve em um abraço carinhoso.
Não sei dizer por quanto tempo ficamos abraçadas. O que posso dizer nesse momento era que isso é tudo o que eu precisava. Sinto meu peito ficando mais leve, como se todo sentimento ruim tivesse sido levado pelas lágrimas e me sinto agradecida a Adora por isso.
Lentamente me distancio e posso ver seu sorriso voltar duas vezes maior.
- Melhor? – ela pergunta, me fazendo assentir.
Dou passagem e ela entra, colocando as sacolas de comida em cima da mesa de centro. Fecho a porta indo logo atrás dela.
- O que você trouxe? – pergunto curiosa, a fazendo rir.
- Eu sabia que comida iria te animar. – gargalha. – Eu trouxe muita besteira. Biscoitos doces e salgados, sorvete, porco agridoce, hambúrgueres e refrigerantes.
- Refrigerante? – indago. – Desde quando você gosta de bebidas gasosas? Sempre me disse que te dava gases – seguro um riso.
- O refrigerante é 'pra você. Pra mim, – ela põe a mão dentro da sacola, tirando duas garrafas verdes de soju. – Eu trouxe álcool. – diz pondo a língua pra fora enquanto sacudia as bebidas.
Sorrio com sua palhaçada, mas ao ver seu sorriso gengival, me lembra dele. Sinto a tristeza querer voltar ao recordar dos vídeos, mas lanço fora qualquer sentimento ruim ao agarrar o pote de sorvete.
- Eu não queria tocar no assunto, mas sinto muito por não estar lá. Você sabe como é a BigHit. Eu não pude deixar a produção até terminar o trabalho. – ela explica e eu sorrio.
- Tá tudo bem. Eu te entendo. – sussurro. – O importante é que você está aqui agora.
- Sobre os meninos... – ela começa a falar, mas logo é cortada por mim.
- Não, deixa. Não quero falar sobre isso.
- Mas você precisa, Cassie. Você sabe disso. – ela segura minha mão. – Guardar só vai te fazer piorar. Sabe que pode confiar em mim. Desabafa. Eu estou aqui.
Fecho os olhos assentindo. Procuro em mim alguma força para pôr pra fora tudo aquilo que sentia. Tudo que está me machucando. Mordo meu lábio inferior e abro os olhos. Vai ficar tudo bem.
- Já faz algum tempo que a minha amizade com os meninos vem esfriando. – começo e sinto ela apertar minha mão em sinal de conforto. – Você sabe que conheci, o Tae, antes de ele se tornar famoso e que foi ele que me apresentou ao restante dos meninos. Desde então começamos uma amizade muito forte. Não estávamos todo tempo grudados, ainda mais pelas turnês e meu trabalho, porém éramos próximos. Como se fôssemos uma verdadeira família. Não importava quanto tempo ficássemos sem nos ver, nada mudava. Até pouco tempo. – suspiro. – Park Ji-Hye apareceu cerca de 2 meses atrás, poucas semanas antes do meu pai morrer. Ela se candidatou a vaga de dançarina e passou pelo teste. – Adora assenti.
- Sim, eu vi o teste dela. – ela diz.
- Então, desde esse dia eu a vi ficar cada vez mais próxima dos meninos. Eles estavam sempre falando o quanto ela é legal e engraçada e poxa, eu fiquei feliz por eles. Uma amizade nova é sempre bom, ainda mais para eles que são famosos e sempre tem que ter cuidado com os aproveitadores. Mas nunca passou pela minha cabeça que ela ocuparia o lugar que eu tinha na vida deles. – sorrio de lado. – Eles passaram a me visitar bem menos. A me ligar bem menos. A me chamar para ir ao dormitório ou para sair bem menos. Até o dia em que eu literalmente me tornei um nada pra eles. – olho para Adora que tinha o rosto vermelho de raiva.
- Esses... – a cortei.
- Você não quer perder o emprego, né? – pergunto rindo. – E você também não pode os culpar. Ela se tornou a dançarina oficial deles. Isso significa que onde eles vão, ela está junto. – dou de ombros. – A todo momento ela está com eles e isso com toda certeza fez com que eles se tornassem próximos dela. Até mais que eu. – sinto meus olhos marejarem. – Eu não quero os perder, mas sinto como se já tivesse perdido.
- Hey – ela me sacode. – Calma, respira. Eu sei que eles vacilaram. E vacilaram feio, mas não significa que eles tenham te esquecido. – Adora diz tentando me confortar.
- Eles me esqueceram no dia em que meu pai morreu, Adora. Eu nunca vou me esquecer disso. Sinto que naquele dia, eu morri 2 vezes. Eu me lembro perfeitamente de ligar desesperada pra eles, chorando, sem saber o que fazer, sentindo meu mundo despedaçando. – dou uma pausa ao sentir todo o sentimento voltar. – E eles dizendo que já estavam vindo, mas nunca chegaram. – continuei após alguns segundos em silêncio. – Depois disso me mandaram uma mensagem explicando que Park Ji-Hye tinha se machucado em uma dança e que estavam com ela no hospital. – Adora assentiu.
- É, eu me lembro. Ela tinha apenas caído de bunda, porém, fez um escândalo como se tivesse quebrado a lombar. Todo mundo ficou desesperado na empresa, até mesmo Bang PD. Mas no final de tudo era só drama. – ela lamenta por mim.
- Depois disso nem ao menos uma visita eles me fizeram. – rio sem emoção. – Logo depois esqueceram meu aniversário. Tudo bem que por conta do papai eu não estava nem um pouco animada, mas nada custava receber algumas mensagens de apoio ou de felicitação deles. Eu fiquei tão chateada que mandei algumas mensagens... Ao visualizarem, pouco menos de trinta minutos eles estavam batendo na minha porta. Foi uma choradeira imensa, porém senti que parte de mim havia voltado a viver e que tudo iria ficar bem. – ri sarcasticamente. – Eu não poderia estar mais errada, poderia? – pergunto.
- Cassie...
- Tá tudo bem. Você não precisa falar nada. Depois de hoje eu finalmente caí na real. – pego uma colher. – Eles encontraram alguém melhor que eu. Alguém que pode estar com eles todo o tempo e os ajudar no momento de necessidade. Eu só fico triste que essa pessoa não sou eu. Não mais. – enfio a colher cheia de sorvete na boca, para evitar que o choro preso na garganta saísse.
Durante o restante da noite Adora não tocou mais no assunto e fiquei grata por isso.
Um filme aleatório passava na tv, porém minha mente estava bem longe dali. Olho para o lado e vejo Adora dormindo com a boca aberta. Um pedaço de biscoito descansando em sua bochecha enquanto sua mão repousava acima de sua cabeça. Rio silenciosamente, nos cobrindo e desligando a televisão em seguida.
Um som de sino distante toma minha atenção. Passeio com a mão por todo sofá até encontrar o telefone embaixo da almofada. Sinto meus olhos fecharem automaticamente pelo contato súbito com a claridade da tela, porém da mesma forma em que eles fecharam, eles arregalaram.
Depois da primeira notificação, milhares começaram a chegar. Sinto meu coração palpitar em meu peito e meu corpo ser inundado pelo nervosismo.
“Guinho: Cassie, por favor, me diz que você está aí.”
“Joonie: Por favor responde. Nos desculpe. Não foi nossa intenção não aparecermos...” A mensagem apareceu cortada, pois ainda não tinha desbloqueado o telefone.
“Hobierto: Acredita em nós, Cassie. Por favor, sabemos que está acordada. Responde a gente.”
“Jinnie: Cassandra, nunca faríamos nada para te magoar. Por favor deixa a gente explicar.”
“Mochi: Atende o telefone.”
Após essa mensagem, uma ligação grupal apareceu na tela. Encaro enquanto luto contra a vontade de atender. Suspiro fundo e jogo o telefone de volta no sofá, pois não importava o quanto eu gostaria de falar com eles, ainda estava magoada. Não queria atender e brigar. Falar coisas sem pensar e acabar em uma situação pior. O melhor a se fazer agora era descansar.
Me ajeito na cama improvisada que havíamos feito no chão e cubro a cabeça com o travesseiro para evitar ouvir as notificações chegando. Não vendo resultados, pego o telefone e logo seguro o botão de desligar, confirmando em seguida. Deito novamente e respiro fundo. Amanhã é um novo dia. Tudo vai ficar bem.
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Não havia nem amanhecido quando escuto batidas atrás de batidas. Desnorteada levanto procurando da onde vinha o barulho até que meus pés me levaram de encontro a porta principal. Olho para o relógio pendurado na parede e fico irritada ao ver que marcavam seis e duas da manhã.
Abro a porta em um solavanco pronta para discutir com quem fosse que tinha me acordado tão cedo depois de ter ido dormir tão tarde, mas perco a voz ao ver as sete pessoas das quais eu mais amava me encarando desolados.
Sinto dois braços me abraçarem forte, seguido por mais dois até eu perder as contas. Sussurros desesperados por perdão ecoavam em meu tímpano me fazendo sentir amada. Até certo momento. Lembranças do que ocorreu na noite anterior me faz despertar do sono que eu ainda não sabia que me encontrava. Lentamente me distancio dos sete, podendo ver as lágrimas que escorriam nos rostos de uns e tristeza emanando nos rostos de outros.
- Cassie... – Jimin começa. – Eu sinto muito. Não foi nossa intenção te deixar sozinha em um momento tão difícil. Por favor, acredite em nós.
- Não viemos aqui para mentir para você, Cassandra... – diz Namjoon. – Realmente não foi nossa intenção. Eu sei que isso vai soar completamente errado, porém tínhamos feito uma promessa para Ji-Hye. Prometemos levá-la para comemorar seu aniversário já que ela está longe da família e provavelmente comemoraria sozinha. – tento esconder uma careta.
Eles não podiam perder a comemoração do aniversário dela, mas podiam perder o meu.
- Assim que terminássemos de comer, viríamos direto para cá. E realmente Cas, nós iríamos vir. Porém ligaram da empresa dizendo que tínhamos de ir lá resolver os últimos detalhes pro álbum. Foi nessa hora em que mandamos várias mensagens no grupo, porém você não visualizou nenhuma.
- Por isso estamos aqui. – Taehyung diz, interrompendo Namjoon. – Cassie, me escuta. Você é uma das pessoas mais importantes na minha vida. Me perdoa se ultimamente minhas ações não mostram isso, mas por favor, por favor Cas, não fica brava conosco. Não aguentaria saber que você está chateada por minha culpa. – ele sussurra.
- Vá hoje à noite nos dormitórios. Vamos conversar sobre isso com mais calma. – Hoseok sugere.
Fico alguns minutos em silêncio.
- Vamos, por favor. Vai ser bom pra todos nós. – Jungkook diz, o que me faz sorrir. Ele realmente cresceu.
Olho para cada um deles e respiro fundo. Sinto minha garganta arder com as palavras presas. Tenho muitas coisas para falar, porém sinto que por hora, não é o momento certo.
- Então? Você vai né? Diz que sim. – Taehyung pergunta.
- Tudo bem. – suspiro alto. – Eu vou.
Sinto braços rodeando novamente meu corpo e relaxo apreciando o contato. Dessa vez, o abraço durou poucos segundos. Os meninos se despediram dizendo que precisavam estar na empresa em poucas horas. - Hoje à noite às 7. Te esperamos em. – Yoongi disse e logo em seguida foram embora. Fecho a porta tentando conter meu entusiasmo e o sorriso óbvio em meu rosto. Ao virar, me assusto por ver somente a cabeça de Adora espiando por detrás do sofá. Ela tinha um sorriso radiante no rosto enquanto me olhava com a sobrancelha arqueada.
- Cala a boca. – digo a fazendo rir.
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Olho para o relógio na parede. 20:07 da noite. Droga, estava atrasada. Já podia ouvir a voz de Adora surgindo bem lentamente em minha mente, dizendo que eu deveria ter a escutado e separado minha roupa mais cedo. Balançando a cabeça, foco em terminar de me arrumar. A última coisa que precisava nesse momento era lição de moral da minha própria mente.
Escuto batidas e o barulho da companhia tocar repetidamente.
- Merda. – digo enquanto saltito até a porta.
Tento colocar a meia ao mesmo tempo que ando até a porta, mas meu plano infalível logo se torna falível quando tropeço na minha própria mão e caio de cara no chão. As batidas e o barulho da companhia se tornam maiores e logo sinto a irritabilidade surgir.
- AH, JÁ VOU. – berro e me levanto.
Volto a caminhar até a porta com um bico formado em minha boca e o cabelo totalmente desgrenhado cobrindo minha cara. Respiro fundo, arrumo meu cabelo, ponho um sorriso falso no rosto e finalmente abro a porta. Ao ver as 7 pessoas das quais eu mais amava no mundo me olhando com caras confusas, sinto meu sorriso se transformar em um verdadeiro e a irritabilidade de antes sumir como se nunca tivesse existido.
- Tá tudo bem? Por que você não foi? – Escuto Taehyung perguntar enquanto me analisava de cima a baixo.
- O que aconteceu? Houve algo sério? – Seokjin pergunta e eu nego.
- Não gente, perdão. Eu tive uma briga comigo mesma ao tentar escolher uma roupa boa pra ir e acabei me atrasando, perdão. – explico e eles negam.
- Não precisa se desculpar, jamais. Ficamos felizes que esteja bem, já alivia nossos corações. – Namjoon diz me fazendo sorrir.
- Como você não chegava, pensamos em vir ver o que havia acontecido e de quebra já ficar de vez. – Hoseok diz.
- Isso aê. – Jungkook fala animado. – E ainda trouxemos comida. – balança as sacolas.
Gargalho sentindo alegria pela primeira vez em dois meses e dou espaço para eles entrarem. Em poucos minutos as comidas já estavam postas na mesa de centro e uma cama improvisada arrumada no chão da sala. Troco de roupa para uma mais confortável e me junto a eles.
- Olha, antes de começarmos, queremos que você saiba o quão arrependido estamos. – Yoongi diz.
- Sim... nos perdoe por não estar lá no dia da visitação. – Jimin complementa. – Se houver algo que você queira falar, algo que esteja te machucando, por favor, nos deixe saber. Vamos resolver tudo isso. Queremos que as coisas voltem como elas eram antigamente.
- Estamos aqui por você, Cas. – Jin termina e eu sorrio fraco.
Paro para pensar por um momento e novamente sinto que ainda não era a hora. Então somente suspiro e nego com a cabeça.
- Tá tudo bem, meninos. De verdade. – abro um sorriso. – Vamos assistir logo esse filme, estou doida pra ver quem vai ser o primeiro a chorar de medo. – falo tentando desviar o assunto e sorrio de lado quando percebo que funcionou.
- Certeza que vai ser o cagão do Hoseok. – Yoongi sussurra e recebe um soco no braço como resposta.
- Você tá confundindo meu rosto com o do Seokjin por acaso? – Hoseok pergunta só para também receber um soco no braço como resposta.
Sorrio com suas palhaçadas, os observando cheia de carinho.
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O tempo passou rápido e quando fui ver já era hora deles irem embora. Infelizmente não poderiam ficar para dormir já que no dia seguinte teriam de sair muito cedo por conta da agenda. Reluto para levantar, não queria acompanha-los até a porta por pura preguiça e ao sentir Taehyung me balançar com o pé, me fez ficar mais mole ainda.
- Se você continuar eu juro que durmo. – falo o fazendo bufar. -
- Vumbora', imitação de filhote preguiça barata. Leva a gente até a porta. – Jimin fala, mas desiste ao ver Jungkook se deitar ao meu lado.
- Jungkook, eu tenho certeza que você gosta bastante do seu vídeo game, certo? –Seokjin pergunta e em um pulo, Jungkook levanta.
- Não vai levar a gente mesmo, não? – Yoongi pergunta e eu permaneço em silencio. – Beleza então.
Quando eu abro os olhos para ver o que eles iriam fazer, sinto um braço juntar e espremer minhas pernas enquanto uma mão começa a fazer cosquinhas nos meus pés enfurecidamente.
- JESUS. – grito de surpresa.
Ouço risadas enquanto eu lutava pela minha vida. O estranho sentimento que as cócegas traziam, me fazia ficar confusa se eu estava rindo porque achava engraçado, ou se era o pavor bagunçando meu sistema nervoso. Os risos aumentavam conforme eu me sacudia e gritava por socorro.
- YOONGI SEU DESGRAÇADO. – falava sem perceber que na verdade, eu estava gritando.
- Você não estava com sono? – Yoongi pergunta. – Então, estou tentando te ajudar.
- ESPERA EU SAIR DAQUI SEU PEDAÇO DE AÇÚCAR MASCAVO, EU VOU ACABAR COM A TUA VIDA.
- Vai levar a gente até a porta? – ele pergunta.
- TÁ, TÁ BOM EU LEVO, SÓ PARA PELO O AMOR DE DEUS. – grito.
Sinto meu corpo se acalmar e meu cérebro voltar a funcionar no momento em que as cócegas cessaram. Olho para o Yoongi que gargalhava enquanto cheirava sua mão.
- Hm, você está com chulé. – ele diz e me levanto.
- Vem aqui seu bostinha. – corro atrás dele que fugia zombando da minha cara.
Depois de alguns segundos, já podia sentir que os 70% de água do meu corpo havia evaporado e o ar em meus pulmões se encontrava escasso. Quando foi que meu corpo ficou tão sedentário?
- Babaca. – xingo Yoongi que ri. – Te odeio.
- Também te amo, coisinha linda. – o ouço dizer.
Finalmente os acompanho até a porta. Depois de uma despedida preguiçosa os vejo prestes a partir, mas um click em minha mente me faz os parar.
- Como vocês sabem eu me formei na faculdade, mas como foi na época em que meu pai morreu não tive nenhum ânimo pra comemorar. A Adora me recomendou fazer uma comemoração depois de amanhã à noite, já que é final de semana. Só pra não deixar passar em branco. Então... vocês estão convidados.
- Vamos estar aqui, não se preocupe. – Namjoon diz e eu sorrio assentindo.
Nos despedimos novamente e dessa vez, os vejo partir. Ao ver a porta do elevador se fechar volto para dentro de casa. O sorriso em meu rosto não me deixava por um segundo sequer e finalmente depois de tanto tempo, podia sentir que as coisas realmente ficariam bem.
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Graças a Adora, todas as coisas ficaram organizadas a tempo. As comidas foram encomendadas já que nem eu e nem ela queríamos que alguém morresse por intoxicação alimentar. Foi suficiente a vez em que paramos no hospital no dia que cozinhamos uma para a outra. Não precisávamos repetir a dose.
Olho a hora pelo telefone e vejo que marcavam 20:00. A qualquer momento eles chegariam, então me sentei ao lado de Adora no sofá para jogar conversa fora até lá.
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Algum tempo se passou e os meninos ainda não haviam chego. Olho novamente a hora e vejo que são 21:46. Tento não pensar no pior e escolho acreditar que logo logo, eles estariam aqui.
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Suspiro fundo ao ver que horas são. 23:14. Tento ignorar o olhar de pena que Adora me lançava e levanto do sofá. Reprimo mais uma vez o choro. Já estava cansada de chorar. E mais do que nunca percebi que eles não mereciam minhas lágrimas.
- Cassandra... – Adora me chama e eu olho para ela. – Eu tenho certeza que existe uma explicação pra isso. Deve ter acontecido algo na empresa e eles não tiveram como avisar. – nego com a cabeça.
Algo dentro de mim dizia que não era isso e eu decido confiar na minha intuição.
- Adora tem como você me levar até o dormitório? – pergunto baixo. – Acho que não vou ter coragem caso eu vá sozinha. – sorrio fraco e ele assente.
- Claro, meu amor. Claro...
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A viajem de carro durou menos do que eu gostaria. Em todo momento minha mente se encontrava embargada por lembranças. A ansiedade fazendo com que as lembranças dolorosas doessem duas vezes mais. Rio desacreditada. Me perguntava que mal eu havia feito na vida para merecer isso.
- Obrigada por me trazer, viu? – olho para Adora. – E obrigada por sempre estar ao meu lado nos momentos difíceis. Se eu me senti amparada e amada, tenha certeza que isso tudo se deve a você. Você é uma pessoa incrível, Adora, e eu espero que saiba disso.
- Independentemente do que acontecer lá, lembre-se que você é suficiente. Não para eles, mas para você mesma. Não se rebaixe por eles, Cassie, nem deixe o amor que você sente por eles falar mais alto do que o seu amor próprio. Se você sobreviveu a dois meses infernais sem a presença deles, tenha certeza que você pode viver a sua vida e ser imensamente feliz no futuro sem eles. Eu te garanto isso. – sinto sua mão apertar a minha em sinal de conforto e sorrio. – Estarei te esperando aqui. – assinto.
Saio do carro sentindo as palavras de Adora fazer efeito. Ando corajosamente em direção ao imenso prédio e ignoro todo sentimento de nostalgia que tentava me invadir. Não podia perder o foco agora.
Chegando no andar dos quartos, sinto meu coração saltitar. Paro por um instante e tento por meus pensamentos e sentimentos em ordens. Não vendo resultado, me escoro na parede e tento de todas as formas evitar um ataque de pânico que estava por vir. Como se fosse uma ajuda dos céus, sinto meu celular vibrar. Com as mãos trêmulas pego e vejo uma mensagem de Adora.
“Não se esqueça, você é forte e capaz. E nem por um momento pense que está sozinha, pois eu estou aqui por você.”
Aperto meu celular fortemente. Adora tem razão. Eu sou forte e sou capaz. Eu posso fazer isso, pois independente do que aconteça, eu irei ficar bem.
Respiro fundo, juntando toda força e coragem do meu ser e bato na porta. Congelo quando percebo o que fiz, mas logo me recomponho. Eu vou ficar bem.
Alguns segundos passaram e ninguém respondeu, então, bati novamente. Porém assim como na primeira vez, não houve resposta. Depois da terceira tentativa decido entrar. Digitando a senha da porta adentrei no dormitório.
Ao perceber que não tinha ninguém no salão principal, as batidas do meu coração se acalmaram. Começo a andar pelo dormitório, relembrando cada bom momento que tive com meus meninos. Sinto a tristeza emanar no meu peito.
Eu realmente não queria os perder.
Enquanto andava pelo corredor, ouço vozes vindo da cozinha. Começo a caminhar com passos firmes, mas sinto minhas pernas vacilarem ao ouvir uma voz feminina em meio a tantas masculinas. Era ela.
- Jungkook oppa, você é tão besta. – ouço sua risada fina e sinto meu peito arder em ciúmes.
Deveria ser eu ali.
- A besta que você ama. – ouço a voz do meu menino a responder.
Podia sentir a felicidade em sua voz. Era como se eles não precisassem de mais ninguém no momento além dela. E isso me fez odiá-la, porém minha própria mente me repreendeu. Não é ela a merecedora do meu ódio. Ela é tão inocente quanto eu nessa história. Ela não fez nada para me magoar, então, por qual motivo eu a odiaria?
- Hinnie. – ouço a voz do Hoseok.
Hinnie...
- Experimente e me diz o que achou.
Houve um momento de pausa até que aplausos e barulhos de apreciação foram feitos.
- Tá incrível, oppa. – a escuto dizer. – Você realmente vem se superando a cada dia mais na cozinha.
Já não aguentando mais, penso em simplesmente dar as costas e ir embora, porém algo chama a minha atenção. E foi justamente ali, naquele momento, que me arrependi em ter ficado.
- Por que eu sinto como se estivéssemos esquecendo de algo? – escuto Taehyung dizer e sinto meu corpo tremer.
Mais uma vez houve uma pausa, até que alguém gritou.
- Merda, realmente. – disse Jimin. – Esquecemos de tirar as bebidas do congelador.
Sinto meu coração se quebrar, como se isso fosse possível. Solto um riso desacreditado e finalmente saio de onde estava escondida.
- E experimente mais isso a... – Hoseok para subitamente. – Cassie...
Escuto um barulho de algo caindo no chão. Logo, todos me encaravam com os olhos arregalados. Reprimo a vontade de rir. Percebo como todo meu corpo estava bagunçado a partir do momento que eu queria rir e não chorar.
- Ah não... – Jimin diz, como se lembrasse de algo. – A festa.
Dito isso, todos ficam ainda mais desesperados. Ao vê-los se aproximando entro em pânico.
- Não cheguem perto. – digo.
Eles rapidamente param. Vejo que ficam sem saber o que fazer. E não era só eles. Acabo ficando desnorteada com tanta pressão. Onde foi parar minha coragem quando mais precisava dela?
- Hum... o que está havendo? – a ouço perguntar e fecho meus olhos.
Ela não tem culpa. Ela não tem culpa...
- Ji-Hye, você poderia nos deixar a sós por uns instantes? – Namjoon pede.
- Sim, claro. Já era hora de eu ir embora mesmo. – ela se levanta. – Vejo vocês outra hora. – diz se curvando tanto pra eles, quanto pra mim.
Ao ver que ela realmente havia ido embora, um silêncio paira no ar. Tento segurar meu riso desacreditado, mas quando vejo olhares confusos, percebo que não consegui. Depois de alguns minutos sem ninguém falar nada, eu tomo a iniciativa.
- Sabe o que é mais decepcionante? É que eu realmente achei que dessa vez fosse ser diferente. – dou de ombros. – Acho que me enganei, não é mesmo?
- Cas...
- Se lembra de quando você me perguntou se eu tinha algo pra falar, Jinnie? Se algo estava me machucando? Pois bem, eu tenho e espero não ser interrompida.
Não havendo resposta, continuo.
- Eu sinto que morri. Já tem um tempo em que eu não estou vivendo e sim sobrevivendo. – começo. – O fato de vocês não terem ido na visitação não é a parte que mais me dói e sim a que vocês não estavam lá quando meu pai se foi. Eu lembro do quão desesperada eu estava e as únicas pessoas das quais pude me lembrar foram vocês. Mas vocês não foram. Droga vocês ao menos ligaram. – sussurro sentindo minhas lágrimas caírem livremente pelo meu rosto. – Quando eu me vi no hospital sozinha, percebendo que a pessoa que me adotou e escolheu a mim para amar havia morrido, essa foi a minha primeira morte. A pessoa que me amou, que olhou além de barreiras linguísticas ou de raça e que me ensinou tudo o que eu sei tinha partido subitamente, sem nem ao menos me dar uma chance de me despedir. Vocês sabem como eu me senti? Desolada.
Pauso por um momento. Sinto a melancolia tomar conta do meu ser ao relembrar de todo o sentimento que senti aquele dia e por um momento, me permito chorar tudo o que precisava. Soluçava tanto que achei que fosse engasgar. Sem me importar com olhares ou sentimentos de pena, eu apenas me permiti, pois sabia que tudo ficaria bem.
- Quando eu liguei para as únicas pessoas que achei que poderia contar e eles me disseram que estavam vindo, não me senti tão sozinha. – solto um riso sem humor. – Até perceber que essas pessoas nunca chegaram. As pessoas que sempre disseram que estariam lá por mim, não estavam no momento em que eu mais precisava. Essa foi então a minha segunda morte. – olho para o Jin. – Não diga isso para mais ninguém se não for de coração. Não machuque mais ninguém desse jeito.
Olho para cada um. Seus olhares estavam distantes, como se estivessem revivendo cada momento. Em instantes vejo alguns abaixarem a cabeça e outros emanarem decepção em suas feições.
- Sabe, não quero que pensem que eu tenho raiva da Park Ji-Hye. Muito pelo contrário. Eu fiquei muito feliz quando vocês me disseram ter conhecido alguém legal. Que realmente se importava com vocês e que verdadeiramente queria suas amizades. Eu sei o quão difícil é para vocês terem uma amizade verdadeira por conta da fama, então eu me senti realizada também. Lembro de ter contado pro papai animada e ele rindo da minha animação, feliz por vocês e por mim. Logo depois disso eu o perdi e aos poucos fui perdendo vocês também, como se eu já estivesse destinada a ficar só. – sorrio. – Me perdoem se eu estiver sendo egoísta, mas é assim que eu me sinto. Vocês até esqueceram do meu aniversário. Vocês esqueceram dos dias de visitações e pra finalizar, esqueceram minha festa de formatura. Vocês me substituíram como se eu nunca tivesse existido na vida de vocês e isso dói, dói muito.
Finalizo e só então percebo que todos choravam junto comigo. Alguns não tinham coragem de me encarar. Passamos alguns minutos sem que ninguém dissesse mais nada. Os únicos barulhos possíveis de se escutar eram os soluços pairando no ar.
- No dia em que seu pai morreu – Namjoon começou. – Nós sentimos como se tivéssemos perdido alguém da família, pois, de fato ele era. Não digo por todos, mas pra mim a queda da Park Ji-Hye foi uma escapatória. Não queria enfrentar a realidade. Não saberia como reagir a perda de alguém tão especial e também não saberia como agir com você. – ele me encara.
- No dia do seu aniversário, pensamos que você gostaria de estar sozinha. Seria o primeiro sem seu pai então não soubemos o que fazer, Cassie. Estávamos em pânico. – Jimin suspira. – Mas agora percebo como você se sentiu. – ele ri sem humor. – Meu Deus, nunca pensei que fosse um amigo tão horrível assim. Que decepção. – ele sussurra cobrindo o rosto com a mão.
- Nos dias de visitação – olho para Hoseok. – Eu confesso que me agarrei a qualquer oportunidade para não ir, Cas. – ele chora. – Não porque eu não te amasse. Eu amo e amo muito, mas eu nunca soube como reagir a morte. Nas duas únicas vezes que entrei em um cemitério passava o restante da semana mal, com pensamentos depressivos. Também não podia deixar as Armys preocupadas. Não queria que o ''Sol'' delas perdessem o brilho. Me perdoa por não conseguir te contar isso antes. Não queria parecer egoísta.
Seguro uma risada desacreditada.
- Ouvindo tudo isso percebo o quão fúteis nossas desculpas parecem. – Yoongi ri fraco. – Mas elas são verdadeiras, Cassie... Eu entendo o que o Hoseok diz. Você sabe do meu histórico com a depressão, não sabe? – ele pergunta e eu assinto. – É a mesma coisa para mim. Se eu entro em um cemitério, meus pensamentos não param. Alguns vem em forma pior e eu sinto como se fosse enlouquecer.
- Nós fomos egoístas, Cas. – Seokjin diz. – Eu fui. Não queria que as fãs nos vissem tristes, pois sabia no rebuliço que isso iria causar. Eu não tenho palavras pra expressar o quão especial você é para mim. – ele pausa. – Cassie você é minha irmã, minha família. Você não estava chorando sozinha, eu chorava junto com você. Mas não podia demonstrar isso. Eu ficaria pior se visse você chorar, assim como estou agora.
Houve um momento de silêncio. Até a voz dele quebrar.
- Me perdoa. – Taehyung diz. – Droga eu ao menos sei o que dizer, Cassie. Você é uma das pessoas mais preciosas que eu já conheci. Eu me lembro de como você permaneceu com a gente em todos os momentos de dificuldades. Também me lembro que você foi a que mais torceu por nós no início e sei da felicidade genuína que sentiu quando recebemos nosso primeiro prêmio. Você ficou do meu lado quando minha vó faleceu. Como eu não pude estar do seu lado, também? Meu Deus. – ele põe a mão na cabeça, em ato de desespero. – Você permaneceu do nosso lado no momento em que pensamos em dar disband. Foi você que nos ajudou a enxergar o porquê estamos aqui. Que nos ajudou a encontrar motivos pra não desistir. – ele me olha aflito. – Como eu pude ser tão egoísta?
- A gente pensou que independentemente de qualquer coisa, você sempre estaria conosco. Que nos entenderia, mesmo com nossas atitudes deploráveis. Sempre pensamos que te teríamos ao nosso lado, por isso te negligenciamos tanto. – Yoongi nega com a cabeça. Sinto que ele respondeu mais para o Taehyung do que pra mim. – Droga, pãozinho, nos desculpe. – abaixo a cabeça ao ouvir ele me chamar pelo apelido que eu tanto amava.
- O fato de termos começado uma nova amizade também nos influenciou. – Jungkook diz. – Ficamos tão animado por alguém, além de você, querer uma amizade sem interesse que sem menos perceber, colocamos de lado aquela que esteve conosco desde o início. – ouço Jungkook dizer abafado, já que suas duas mãos tampava seu rosto.
- A gente não te merece, Cassandra. Te largamos no momento mais difícil da sua vida e mesmo assim, você nunca deixou de nos amar. – Yoongi puxa o próprio cabelo. Uma mania que ele sempre fazia quando estava nervoso. – Não podemos deixar você ir embora pensando que não nos importamos com você, por que Cassie, isso seria uma completa mentira. Com o estresse do comeback as coisas só pioraram. Era ensaio, era gravação, era agendas pra cumprir, era produções. Viagens. Turnês. Nossa mente estava uma bagunça e Park Ji-Hye tentava nos ajudar a partir daí. Sabemos que a culpa não é dela e muito menos sua. É nossa e somente nossa. Eu sei que isso vai parecer uma desculpa esfarrapada, mas não queria te deixar ir pensando que você não é preciosa pra gente. Você é Cas. E sempre será.
Fecho meus olhos e tento controlar minha respiração. Se antes eu me sentia mal, agora me sinto dez vezes pior. Parecia que já não os conhecia mais. Antes, o sentimento de conforto que eles me faziam sentir, foi substituído pela angústia. Pela tristeza.
Abro os olhos e pela última vez, encaro meus meninos. Percebo que Taehyung entendeu meu olhar.
- Cassie, por favor... Por favor não... – Taehyung começou, mas foi cortado por Seokjin.
- Você não ouse dizer o que eu acho que vai dizer.
- Mas eu não posso perdê-la, hyung. Eu não posso perdê-la. – Taehyung diz se agachando.
Penso em ir até ele, mas logo recuo meu corpo. Se eu fizer isso sei que meu coração vai enfraquecer e no momento a única pessoa na qual eu preciso pensar é em mim mesma.
- Me desculpa, hyung, mas eu vou ser egoísta. – Namjoon diz pra Seokjin e eu o olho confusa. – Eu não sei qual vai ser sua decisão, Cassie. Eu vou te apoiar, mesmo que você escolha partir sem nossa amizade. Mas eu te peço... Cassandra eu te imploro, tenta achar em você um pedacinho que não queira desistir de nós. Não precisa ser agora. Eu quero que você se cure e não me importo quanto tempo isso levará, a única coisa que peço é que você não esqueça e nem desista da gente. Volte para nós quando se sentir pronta. Eu não quero te perder Cas. Eu...
- Eu realmente espero que você encontre uma maneira de nos perdoar, Cassie. Mas entenda que se você não achar, iremos entender. Você mais do que ninguém tem todo direito de nos odiar. – Yoongi diz interrompendo Namjoon. – Espero que você não esqueça da gente, pois pode ter certeza, não esqueceremos de você.
Observo a cada um. Sinto meu coração se despedaçar a cada lágrimas que escorriam em seus rostos. Sorrio fraco. Eu realmente sentirei falta deles.
Me curvo em sinal de respeito e ao voltar para posição normal, elevo minha mão ao meu coração.
- Obrigada. Por todos os momentos bons no qual vocês me presentearam. Vocês foram uma parte muito importante na minha vida, no qual vou levar pra sempre. Nunca me esquecerei de vocês. - sorrio de lado. - Como poderia esquecer as minhas primeiras amizades verdadeiras? Os meus primeiros amores? - sussurro.
Retomo o ar e sorrio. Um sorriso verdadeiro. Um sorriso de gratidão.
- Obrigada por tudo, meus meninos. Eu não desejo nada além de felicidade e sorte pra vida de cada um. Eu realmente espero que a cada dia, seus sonhos se tornem realidade e vocês venham ter orgulho do que são. Não deixem que ninguém diga o contrário. Não os culpo pelo o que aconteceu, acho que finalmente entendi que a vida tem dessas. Pessoas vem e infelizmente vão. - vejo Taehyung desesperado, tentando encontrar o que falar. Desvio o olhar. Preciso ser forte. - Espero que a cada dia a amizade de vocês e o companheirismo com a Park Ji-Hye cresça e que vocês tirem disso tudo que aconteceu, uma lição. De coração... desejo que vocês sejam imensamente felizes.
Em um gesto, envio milhares de beijos. Vejo Tae querer se aproximar, então, me viro e começo a caminhar em direção a saída e dessa vez, eu não choro. Sinto o peso da tristeza no meu peito, mas o peso da paz por ter posto tudo o que sentia para fora era maior. E pela primeira vez em dois meses eu acredito quando digo que tudo vai ficar bem.
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i’m so sad, but still proud in a sense. come back safe tannies, we’ll wait for you! <3 <3
#bts#bts imagines#bts scenarios#bts jungkook#bts suga#bts jin#bts jimin#bts reactions#bangtan boys#bts enlistment#bts military service#bts taehyung#bts namjoon#bts yoongi#bts jhope#bts twitter#jungkook#bangtan sonyeondan#bts rm#bangtan scenarios#bangtan imagines#bangtan reactions#jimin#taehyung#bangtan#military#bts smut reactions#bts smut#bts twt#bts world tour
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Does anybody know of a bts fanfic that’s like a dragonrider au? 👀
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Late Night, Come Home - Kim Seokjin
It's been a while... sorry about that. I went through a period of writers block that turned into a year of writers block. Mix that with the fact that I travelled to the other side of the world for three months this summer. I've been a little busy lmaoooooo. Buy, hey, I'm back. No idea how often I'll be writing or posting and I wont promise anything, but this is a start, right?
Words: 3.2k
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Language, Making out, Jin being the nicest man alive
You stood there, dripping rainwater onto the door mat outside of your neighbour's apartment. It was a long shot given the fact that it was almost 3 AM, but you had no choice. You couldn’t get into your own apartment and you desperately needed somewhere to stay for the night. You knocked again, the guilt of potentially waking him up already gnawing at you.
“I’m coming,” a voice said from the other side of the door. The jingle of keys soon followed and before you knew it, the door swung open to reveal Kim Seokjin. Your neighbour.
He stood there, looking down at you with barely open eyes. Pyjama bottoms hung loose around his hips as if they’d just been thrown on before he came to open the door, but he hadn’t had the courtesy to throw on a top. The knowledge that your neighbour slept naked sunk in slowly, a pink blush steadily rising through your body.
“Hi, Mr Kim,” you greeted, voice sheepish.
“Don’t call me that,” he grumbled, “makes me feel old.”
It was awkward. You didn’t know what to say. After all, you couldn’t exactly just barge into his house, nor could you really ask him if he’d let you sleep there. Your mother had always taught you that it was good manners to wait to be invited in. The last thing you wanted was to add to that by making him think you were rude.
“Sorry,” you spluttered. You couldn’t look at him, scared that your eyes would linger for too long on his toned abs or his plush lips that you hadn’t really paid much attention to until now. Instead, you looked at your feet and the wet patch that surrounded them. You were lucky the hallway was sheltered, although you doubted your clothes could soak up any more water if they tried.
“No problem,” he was avoiding looking at you too. You’d clearly gone out for the night and the tight white dress that had gone see through in the rain left nothing to the imagination. As much as he wanted to take a good long stare, he was a gentleman. “I assume it’s an emergency.”
Was it? It felt stupid to say that it was, especially when the whole situation was avoidable. But as you stood there, terrified of the thought of having to sleep in the hallway all night, you decided that yes, it was an emergency. With your phone, keys and money all in your roommate’s bag, there really was no other word for it. Of course, you couldn’t help but remind yourself that if you’d taken your own bag, you wouldn’t be standing on your neighbour’s doorstep wondering if he’d give you a bed for the night. Hindsight was a wonderful thing.
“I’m locked out,” you muttered, embarrassed about your predicament, “Kate has all my stuff and she’s off with her man doing… something.”
At the mention of your roommate, he rolled his eyes into the back of his head. It seemed odd that he had an issue with her given that the two rarely spoke. They’d say ‘hi’ to each other in the hall on occasion, but that was the extent of their contact with one another.
“You’d best come in then,” the door was opened wider and Seokjin stepped back so that you could enter his home. You gladly obliged, limping slightly as you stepped over the threshold. You hadn’t noticed how bad your shoes had rubbed on the way back. You guessed you were too busy trying not to catch hypothermia. The pain was immeasurable though, and you yelped out as you took the step.
Seokjin just shot you an unreadable look and gestured for you to stay there. It was his home, so you listened to him. It would be impolite not to. He scurried further into his apartment, disappearing for a moment or two. You didn’t mind though; it gave you plenty of time to inspect your surroundings.
His apartment was much nicer than your own. Cleaner too. The wooden floors didn’t have so many chips, and the sage green paint wasn’t peeling away from the walls. The mirror that hung above his hardwood dresser was polished and lacked all the makeup splatters and finger marks that gave your own hallway mirror character. Even the plants he kept in there were so much nicer. Each of them was thriving, a plethora of healthy leaves coming from the stems, whereas yours were all brown and decaying.
You grinned to yourself, the thought of Seokjin waking up every morning and watering his plants filling up your brain. You wondered if he wore the same checkered pyjama bottoms as he shuffled around with a watering can in one hand and a coffee in the other. It was almost sweet, the way that you pictured him in your brain.
“You’re looking mighty happy for someone who resembles a drowned rat,” the grumpy voice of your neighbour brought you back down to earth though, wiping the smile off your face entirely. “Here.”
You focussed on him, noticing that he now had a lilac hoodie on. It was hard to hide your disappointment in the fact that you could no longer sneak tiny glances at his tanned stomach, but at least now you could look at him without feeling like a dirty voyeur.
In one hand was a fluffy towel, lilac to match his jumper. In the other was a set of clothes with a pair of fluffy socks placed gently on top. Given your height differences, you were almost positive that his clothes would be way too big on you, but you were still thankful for the kind gesture. Honestly, you’d wear anything if it meant that you no longer had to feel the cheap material of your dress clinging to you like plastic wrap.
“Oh, thank you,” you kept your responses to him formal, despite the fact that he didn’t have the courtesy to do the same. He did live here, you supposed, and it was 3 AM. He was probably too tired to act polite to the girl who had shown up on his doorstep. You were honestly thankful enough that he let you in in the first place. “Is there a bathroom I can change in?”
He nodded.
“Down the hall to the left,” he said, “take your shoes off first, though. I’ve done well to avoid any chips.”
Once again, you felt a twinge of embarrassment. You couldn’t believe you were just about to stroll across his pristine floor in the very shoes that were responsible for half of the dints in your own. How very inconsiderate of you, you scolded yourself as you slipped them off.
“Thank you,” you said again.
“Meet me in the kitchen when you’re changed, okay?” You nodded before shuffling your way to his bathroom.
You were right, the clothes were huge on you. Not in a bad way, though. They were warm and cozy and the sleeves fell over your hands so you could make sweater paws with them. The material felt like clouds as it brushed against your damp, icy skin, and you were dreading when the time came for you to take them off and change back into your own clothes. How could you when you’d now felt the luxury of Seokjin’s?
The towel he’d given you was wrapped around your hair, slowly taking in all the water that had weighed it down. It felt good to no longer have long, wet strands sticking to your face and neck, and you were sure that with the quality of the towel, it’d be dry in no time.
You gave yourself one last look in the mirror, a shy smile rising to your face as you realised just what was happening. It was like something out of a romance novel, except for the fact you were pretty sure your neighbour was only doing this because he was a good person, not because he was secretly in love with you. You took a deep breath and controlled your expression before you opened the bathroom door and followed the sound of a microwave spinning to the kitchen.
As you stepped into the room, Seokjin was busy taking whatever it was out of the microwave. It smelled of stew, and the thought of a nice warm meal made your stomach rumble. The sudden sound caught his attention, and once again, you felt a familiar heat in your cheeks.
“Come sit,” he pointed at a chair as he finished preparing the food, “It’s leftovers from today, but it should still be fresh.”
Honestly, you didn’t care about the freshness. You were just flattered that he’d gone out of his way to get you some food, even if all he did was microwave it.
“Thank you.”
“Is ‘thank you’ the only thing you’re capable of saying?” His question caught you off guard a little. What else did he want you to say? You sent him a questioning look in return. “Well, you show up at my doorstep at stupid O’clock and all you say is you can’t get into your own apartment? I want a little more information than that, don’t you think?”
You guessed he was right. You’d given him as little information as humanly possible and yet he still had the kindness to let you into his home, lend you his clothes and feed you.
“What do you want to know?” You asked.
“Everything, really,” he replied, “from the beginning.”
As you started to explain how on earth you got stranded, Seokjin moved to sit down across from you with a plate full of warm stew in his hand. He pushed it across to you, briefly interrupting your story to tell you to eat. You simply smiled, thanking him once again, and took the fork from his hand. Every so often, he’d take a break from listening to you and gesture to the food to remind you to take a bite. It seemed you were so wrapped up in the events of the night that you couldn’t even focus on anything other than recounting them.
You didn’t know why, though. It’s not like you felt angry or betrayed by your friend, even though you probably should have. In your mind, you couldn’t help but try and justify her actions. She was sad about losing her job, and how was she to know that Lewis would be there to seduce her? She probably thought that staying with Lewis for the night would help get rid of some of her frustrations.
“I don’t know,” you sighed. Explaining the whole situation just made you feel worse about the whole thing. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to blame her. She was your best friend after all. “She’s just forgetful.”
“Why are you defending her?” Seokjin grumbled.
“She’s my friend.
“And she treats you like shit,” his voice was loud, but he wasn't angry. Frustrated was a better word to describe it. Annoyed, possibly, at your ignorance of your friend’s actions. You couldn't help but feel ashamed of your instinct to forgive her no matter what. “She’s lucky you made it here safe, you know. Anything could’ve happened.”
You felt like a child being scolded, and yet you knew you needed to hear it. It was the same things you’d been telling yourself for a while now, but ignoring your thoughts seemed like the best course of action. Having someone else lay them out in front of you made you realise just how stupid you’d been to value your friendship over your feelings.
There was a familiar ache in your head and your eyes welled up with glistening tears. Everything had just piled up and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. It’s just a shame you were sat with a man you barely knew instead of alone in your bedroom with a bottle of wine by your side to comfort you.
And you half expected the atmosphere to get even more awkward. What, with you hunched over and sobbing into a half-eaten bowl of stew that was quickly going cold? It wouldn’t have been a surprise to you if Seokjin sat there in silence, unsure of what to do to help the woman he’d invited into his home.
But then you heard his chair legs scrape along the floor, and the pitter patter of bare feet on the tile floor. And before you knew it, he’d squatted down next to you and placed a warm hand on your back. Soft, calming hushes left his mouth as soothing shapes were drawn onto your spine.
“Get it all out, Y/N,” he whispered, “bottling it up never does any good.”
So you did. It was about 5 minutes before your tears ran out and all that was left were pathetic little sniffles every now and then. Seokjin remained silent, the only semblance of proof that he was still there being the hand that remained firmly on your spine. You were grateful; you didn’t need him to say anything else at that moment. You knew all you had to know.
“Thank you, Seokjin,” you quietly snivelled out. He let out a snort of laughter.
“I thought I told you to stop saying thank you,” you nodded, even though you knew you wouldn’t stop. You needed him to know you were grateful for everything he’d done. He didn’t have to let you into his home, just like he didn’t have to lend you clothes or feed you. He didn’t even have to sit and comfort you as you cried, and yet he did. As silly as you sounded saying it, you felt indebted to him. “And call me Jin. I think we’re past formalities.”
“Are we?”
“I think so,” his voice remained soft as he talked to you as if he was still trying to help you through your mini-breakdown. “Practically best friends, by my standards.”
That fetched a laugh out of you. You’d barely spoken to the man before tonight, and yet he seemed intent on making you feel comfortable with him. And in a strange way, you did. He’d shown a lot more care towards you than he would if he classed you as a stranger, even though that’s pretty much what you were. You seemed to trust him more than a stranger too. Perhaps it was a mutual desire for something more to come out of this. A friendship, perhaps, although you wouldn’t mind if it led to even more than that. Seokjin was among some of the best-looking men you’d ever seen…
“Sure we are,” you gave him a sad smile, “Jin.”
He smiled in return.
“That’s more like it,” the grin on his face was obvious when he spoke. “Now, how about you finish your stew and we can go get you settled into the spare room.”
You let out a chuckle as he grabbed the spoon and held it up to your lips. He made a show of blowing on the food to cool it down, and you couldn’t help but shudder at the proximity of his face to yours. As the spoon made contact with your ever-so-slightly parted lips, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.
And it seemed as though he couldn’t either. As the spoon breached your lips he let out a heavy breath through his own. You didn’t know where the sudden tension came from, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Your only hope was that he felt it too. That he wanted to put his lips on yours just as badly as you wanted him to.
And God, did you want him to.
You didn’t even know where the urge had come from. The man had never piqued your interest before tonight, but perhaps seeing him in such a… domestic setting was what was getting you going. The pyjama pants that mismatched his hoodie in such a perfect way, or perhaps the bed head that he hadn’t even bothered to sort out since you’d stepped through his front door. Everything about him was just so familiar, and you didn’t even know the man.
He did the same thing, grabbing a spoonful of stew before lifting it up to your face and blowing. Whether intentional or not, his breath tickled your face and you couldn’t help but scrunch up your nose.
“You’re kind of cute, you know,” Jin whispered, once more pushing the food into your awaiting mouth. “I never noticed until now, but Jesus Christ, I could just…”
He trailed off, but you wanted nothing more than to hear what he had to say. You swallowed.
“Just what?”
There was a thud as the spoon hit the table and the hand that held it made it’s way up to your cheek. It rested there, thumb brushing your soft skin.
“Just want to kiss you, baby,” he chuckled, leaning in a little closer until his face was just an inch from yours. “Are you okay with that?”
Of course, you nodded. Enthusiastically, actually, which brought a bright smile to Jin’s face, but he made no move.
“Words, baby.”
“Yes, Jin,” your voice was quiet, “please kiss me.”
And with that, his lips were on yours. It was slow at first, as if the two of you were finding your feet. The way his plush lips gently caressed yours as the pad of his thumb matched the rhythm of the kiss on your cheek.
It wasn’t long until you got a little braver, though, raising your own hands so you could grip onto his messy locks and pull him closer to you. He smiled against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip with his exposed teeth. There was a sharp intake of breath from you before you dive back in for more, this time with a little more urgency.
Lips crashed against lips feverishly and you couldn’t help but let out a little squeak as his tongue brushed against your lower lip. You let him in, of course, wanting nothing more than to feel Jin close. He seemed to realise that quickly, tugging your body to the edge of the seat and shuffling himself so that he was kneeling between your legs. You spread them wide so he could slot inside, as though the two of you were pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
It was a little strange, actually, how well the two of you seemed to fit together. His hair in your fingers felt normal, as did the way his large hands felt on your sides, and even though you’d perhaps spoken 10 words to one another since moving in next door, the feeling of him between your legs felt… perfect.
Like he belonged there.
Eventually, the two of you pulled away for air and soft, breathy laughs filled the air.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he laughed, leaning his forehead against yours, “I didn’t think I’d be making out with my neighbour at 4 in the morning, and yet…”
“Here we are.”
“Here we are,” he grinned, “you must be tired.”
You nodded, although you wouldn't have minded staying up later with Jin.
But the man in question stood up, holding a hand out to you, and you couldn't help but let him pull you to your feet.
“Let's get you to bed.”
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One of my popular fanfictions is hitting the shelves this month! Yeah, remember that V fanfic everyone seems to be looking for because I unpublished it? DARK & WILD series ring any bells? 😅 Well, you can get it in print book form, and in e-book soon too! 😍 I present to you the first book in The Heavenly Sins series!
In #CRAVE, Kaye Allen carves a sensual yet inviting #supernatural love story between a fiery young woman and a fatally charming but damned angel. Charity and V’s forbidden #romance explores the limits of the heart—even if it means falling from grace.
Praise for CRAVE
“Allen weaves the glamorous life of the one percent with the darkness of the otherworld with skilled ease. She takes readers through an emotional rollercoaster, following the journey of the book’s protagonists as they struggle to understand their connection with each other.” – K.M. Levis, author of The Search for Adarna
"Gorgeously intriguing and well-written." –Jamille Fumah, author of Day Break Series
“A flawlessly written slow burn of a romance that boils in the midst of Charity’s journey toward self-growth, openness, and understanding.” – Fe Trampe, author of The Game That Ended Us
🖤🖤🖤
Revisit V and Charity’s romance in #CRAVE . Now available for preorder:
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— masterlist —
welcome to my masterlist! below you will find my series collection as well as my one shot collection. enjoy your stay luvs! <3 xx
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Series:
m=mature
✏️= ongoing
Teacher’s Pet | JJK (M) ✏️
professor/dilf!jungkook x student!reader or jungkook x reader
forbidden relationship!au, sneaky links to lovers au, age gap
Hooking up every so often with your English Literature professor, what's the worst that can happen? Falling in love, perhaps. Embarking on a sexual-turned-serious relationship with your professor Jeon Jungkook a month before graduation, you are as happy as can be. You, Jungkook, and his 4-year-old daughter, Dahlia. Except there's just one teeny-tiny little detail Jungkook failed to mention... that detail being his ex-wife isn't so much of an ex after all.
Teacher’s Pet M.list
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Pretty Like You | PJM (M) ✏️
feminine!jimin x female!reader or jimin x reader
enemies to lovers, feminine!jimin, self hatred au, slight identity crisis, self love journey, smut, sub!jimin, angst, fluff, heartfelt
where jimin is jealous of the beauty that is you, writes about it, and falls apart when you accidentally read it. struggling with the harsh barriers of gender rules, jimin struggles through his freshman year of college as he’s having trouble finding himself. what doesn’t help is that you’re there, in almost all of his classes, completely stunning him. channeling his frustration into his first ever thought journal, he’s almost at peace. that’s until you read it, unbeknownst to him, and everything falls apart. jimin adores you. jimin admires you. but most of all, jimin hates you.
Pretty Like You M.list
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Cigarettes After Sex | MYG (M) *UPCOMING*
yandere!yoongi x shy!reader or yoongi x reader
yandere, dark thriller, high school au, classmates to lovers, fast burn, introvert!yoongi, broken!yoongi, shy/introvert!oc, smut, eventual fluff, heavy angst
A limited series in which a new friendship turns into something uncanny and killer. Min Yoongi, he keeps to himself and struggles with accepting or even finding love. Emancipated at a young age and held back twice due to too many absences, he’s now 19 and in his senior year of high school, living off of the money he gets from making and selling beats online. You, 18, are also in your senior year. And just like Yoongi, you have trouble finding love due to a lack of feeling loved. It’s been a week since you switched bio classes, and your new classmate has caught your eye. However, just like him, you talk to no one. Can the shy girl get the shy boy? And if so, will she be able to endure getting much more than anticipated…
Cigarettes After Sex M.list
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More series are yet to come. . .
One Shots:
☆= smut ♡= fluff ☾= drabble
Each of the works down below are below 10k words !!
a/n: each of the works on the lists are listed from newest to oldest!! (however the order of the members is completely random)
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—YOONGI.
All Night | KNJ ft. MYG ☆
In which listening to music during a smoke sesh with your best friends Namjoon and Yoongi in the studio turns into much more.
Midnight Musician | MYG ☆♡
Waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of your boyfriend playing piano, you follow the noise and end up getting more from him than just a sideshow.
Sunday's Sunset | MYG ☆♡
You and your boyfriend Yoongi spend a lazy late Sunday afternoon in bed, attempting to make soft and intimate love that inevitably turns rougher.
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—NAMJOON.
All Night | KNJ ft. MYG ☆
In which listening to music during a smoke sesh with your best friends Namjoon and Yoongi in the studio turns into much more.
Friendship & Erotica ☆
Your best friend Namjoon gets turned on while reading an erotica in your shared hotel room and decides to accompany you in the bathroom as you prepare for a bath.
Dainty Distractions ☆
While your boyfriend Namjoon takes a business call in the kitchen, you decide to walk out in lingerie and touch yourself in front of him.
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—JUNGKOOK.
in my eyes | JJK ♡
Jungkook is tired of the way you look at yourself and decides to draw out exactly how he sees you in his eyes, in the end making you second guess your self-image entirely and fall in love with him all over again.
accidental | JJK ☾☆
In which your boyfriend Jungkook accidentally turns you on right before bed.
All Mine | JJK ☆ *COMING SOON*
Showing up to the annual company banquet in a risque outfit, Jungkook can't stand the amount of eyes on you. Eager to channel his frustration, he takes you to his office.
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—JIMIN.
sleepless | PJM ☾☆
Hundreds of miles away and unable to sleep, Jimin calls you from his hotel room to help with his loneliness and neediness.
Remind Me | PJM ☆♡
After a dinner where Jimin’s cousin was a little too infatuated with you, you assure Jimin that your heart is set on him and only him and he proves his love back to you in bed.
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—TAEHYUNG.
(on hold)
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—JIN.
(on hold)
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—HOBI.
(on hold)
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More one shots to come soon.
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Do not translate or repost my work to other websites without my permission.
#bangtan smut#namjoon smut#namjoon oneshot#seokjin smut#Jin oneshot#yoongi smut#yoongi oneshot#reader x bts#hobi smut#jhope oneshot#jimin smut#jimin oneshot#taehyung smut#v oneshot#jungkook smut#jungkook oneshot#rm smut#bangtan scenarios#bts scenarios#bts smut#bts fanfic#bts fluff
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Gender: not specified
Warnings: implied sexual situations, slight Angst for some of the boys (traumatic past experiences, some tears)
Namjoon
"Tomato", you let out.
Namjoon lifts his head from the crook of your neck, slowing down the movements of his hips.
"Did you just say tomato?" he asks.
Your eyes meet and for a moment you feel so completely embarrassed that you consider lying to him and pretending as if you didn't and that you were still enjoying it.
"Yeah, sorry", in the end you decide not to.
"Oh shit, are you good? Should I slip out?"
You nod your head, avoiding eye contact. Quite frankly you were so angry at yourself.
You haven't been seeing Namjoon for long yet, six months and ten days to be exact and only recently started to become intimate with him. He was the best thing that ever happened to you, helping you heal from stuff you thought you could never heal from. He was kind, sweet, gentle and patient and he treated you so right. But the problem was with you and the awful relationship you have with sex. In the past your wishes were either judged, brushed off or straight up laughed at. And that cemented itself into your brain as the thought that this is just how sex was supposed to be and that you were nothing but a piece of meat meant to be compliant. But then you met Namjoon and he asked you questions. About your comfort, your likes and dislikes, your kinks and hard limits and for a moment you wanted to run as you never experienced something like this before. But you didn't. You stayed and with Namjoon's unfaltering patience started to slowly enjoy sex again.
So you shouldn’t feel embarrassed about saying your safeword, because Namjoon told you that he wanted you to say it if you felt the need to. But you still do. You do because you were still so used to your past that you feared his reaction.
"Of course, beautiful", Namjoon says lovingly and slips out. He sits up, looking at you without an ounce of judgement, caressing your shin as he does, "did something trigger something bad?"
"No, no I..I'm sorry I just, just it, it started to feel b-boring", you get out, having to sob not in pain but in pure relief because he didn’t laugh at you.
"Hey, beautiful, hey. Can I hug you?"
"Yes, please."
"Yes. Come here", Namjoon cradles you in his arms, "now let it all out, it’s okay you can cry, it’s okay."
Seokjin
"I have to stop this", you say.
Seokjin lifts his head, studying you with droopy confusion. He is still very out of it, head dizzy and ears barely registering what you just said, but he feels your touch retreat from his aching cock as clear as day.
"No please, please don’t edge me anymore please, I'm so close", he whines because in his droopy state he hasn’t really registered the seriousness of the situation yet.
"No, I’m serious. This is serious."
"Oh? Oh!" Seokjin finally realises the importance of the situation, working his best to sit up, "are you okay? What happened?"
"I feel like I'm too mean", you confess, feeling like breaking into guilty tears, "I'm sorry, I’m so mean."
"No, you aren’t too mean, I really loved what you did", he assures you, taking your hands to kiss them softly, "you made me feel really safe and you’re the best dom ever."
"Really?" you ask him, sniffling.
"Yes really", he scoots closer, littering your cheek in dozens of kisses, "I feel so safe with you, because you always treat me so well."
"God Jinnie", you say, letting your head fall against his shoulder, "thank you, I feel so safe with you too."
"I'm glad you do, that’s all I want", he says and wraps his arms around you to hug you oh so well.
You let out a deep sigh, hugging him back.
"Can we take a little break? I still need some time to calm down" you ask him.
"Of course, take all the time you need", Seokjin assures you.
Yoongi
He hits the mattress three times, forcing your ruthless movements to come to an abrupt stop.
You slip out of him, ignoring the mess that makes.
Yoongi collides with the mattress instantly, letting out a sound which can only be described as a mixture of a whimper and a croak.
"What happened? Was I too rough?" you ask him, taking off his harness and ball gag.
Yoongi gasps for air, using the newfound freedom to curl into a little ball.
"You're worrying me. Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry if I did", you say, lifting his head atop your lap to soothe him by playing with his hair, "I'm so sorry, my kitten."
"Too many spanks", Yoongi gets out.
"I hear you, I’m sorry it really wasn’t my intention to hurt you."
"I know, it suddenly got too much. The last spank was too much."
"I understand. God kitty, I feel so terrible. Should I bring you an ice pack?"
Yoongi shakes his head, "no, play with my hair please", he gazes up at you, "I want to be touched."
"Of course, everything my king wants", you give him a smile, "you did really, really well you know? You took the fuck so well and looked so handsome in your pretty gear."
At that Yoongi’s rosy cheeks turn crimson.
"You were really awesome too, I enjoyed the fuck a lot. I just think my poor buttcheeks aren’t made for excessive spanking", he says and makes you laugh with it. He soon joins you in your giggles, enjoying the impromptu aftercare with a fluttering heart.
Hoseok
"Red!"
Hoseok stops immediately, removing himself from you and instead cupping your cheeks.
"Are you okay? What happened?" he asks, studying your face with great worry.
"I, I panicked. I, I felt like, like suffocating", you answer him, "the ropes please."
"The ropes", Hoseok acts instantly, "I'll cut them off, yeah? Is that okay or do you still need a moment?"
"Please cut them off, I feel…scared, it’s so t-tight."
"It's okay love, it’s okay you are safe. I'm going to take those scissors now and gently cut them off."
You watch him work, finding calm in the way he works so carefully and gently. Even now when your body is trembling in panic, he makes sure to never hurt or scratch your skin.
The two of you tried bondage, when you suddenly felt scared that you will never be able to get out again. And so you panicked and used your safeword, knowing very well that your fiance will move heaven and hell to make sure that you feel safe.
Hoseon kisses the marks on your skin once the ropes have finally left your body. He kisses every single inch of them until he reaches your face, placing a soft kiss upon your cheek.
"How are you feeling? Better?"
"Yeah, better. Thank you", you tell him, feeling so incredibly safe but also tired, "Hobi can you hold me?"
"Of course love, I’ll hold you for as long as you want."
Jimin
"Stop", he says clearly, fleeing from your touch.
"I'm stopping", you tell him, retreating your hand from his length.
He eyes it, then you.
"I'm sorry", he says, eyes filling with embarrassed regret.
"For what?"
"For chickening out?" he laughs painfully, covering up a little sob with it, "I'm such a fucking loser", he presses out, breaking into tears afterwards. Loud and ugly he cries, rocking himself back and forth in a desperate attempt to soothe himself.
"Hey, stop that", you hug him instantly, "you're not a freaking loser. What the hell Jimin? It’s your right to say stop when you need it."
"I'm sorry, I feel so awful. I, I’m sorry."
"It's okay, do you hear me? It’s okay", you assure him, "you're valid and your feelings are valid and I am not angry at you. I won’t treat you like your ex did. I'm not angry at you."
"But disappointed?" he asks quietly, looking up at you through his tears.
"Not even one bit", you assure him and smile, wiping his tears away, "now, why don’t I prepare you a warm bath and hot chocolate and then we can talk all about what happened, yeah?"
"Yeah", Jimin whispers.
"Yes? Deal?"
"Deal", he says, smiling shyly when you tilt his head just to kiss his forehead. You giggle, making him want to giggle too.
"I love you like crazy, my pretty. I'm gonna treat you so well."
Jimin didn’t feel like such a broken person when he was with you. His past and the people in it may have ruined him, but you love him and that felt like medicine.
Taehyung
"You know what I just- Red", you bring out.
Taehyung closes his mouth, staring at you with big eyes.
The silence in the room is deafening. The air is heavy.
You and your boyfriend have been fighting for a while now. It started off as bickering, but soon turned into a screaming match. You were both too hot-headed to fight any other way, too passionate to not allow your emotions to take hold of you, and maybe also too stubborn to acknowledge that the fight has turned into something ridiculous.
"Did you just use our safeword?" he asks you.
You nod your head.
"Now?" he doesn’t mean harm in the question, he is just so incredibly angry and flabbergasted that you would so abruptly stop his words.
"Yeah now. I can’t take the screaming anymore. Can we please take a break?"
Taehyung places his hand over his mouth, prancing left and right in an attempt to calm himself down.
He exhales loudly, "yeah sure", he says, dropping his hands in a way that they would slap against his thighs and make a sound, "sure let's take a break."
"Thank you", you study him in the awkward silence that follows.
Taehyung does the same, grinding his teeth because he was still angry. Or was he really? His eyes seem so sad all of a sudden.
"This is fucking ridiculous isn’t it?" he gets out.
"What?"
"Us screaming so much", he says, lips turning into a sad pout.
"Yeah, it's kinda dumb", you agree, tiptoeing closer to him, "should we try to hug it out?"
Taehyung nods his head, whimpering a little "mhm I'd like that."
Jungkook
"Yellow, yellow", you blurt out.
Jungkook’s head snaps up in alert.
"Yellow?!" he repeats, almost yelling the word in shock, "holy shit are you hurt?"
He is gone from you instantly, rolling off of you and instead sitting down next to you.
"I'm fine, I guess. I just…I'm not really horny anymore."
"Oh uhm, oh okay", your husband studies your face, "that’s so random. But totally valid! Yeah, totally fine."
He cracks you up.
"Come on, you’re just burning to ask the question. Just do it", you tease him.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Okay uhm…why? Like, I know you don’t have to have a reason, but I thought you enjoyed what we did."
"I did until I didn’t."
"Okay?"
"It’s just that, I’m an idiot”, you confess and laugh, “I started thinking about our groceries and then it kinda started to hurt ‘cause I wasn’t concentrating on you anymore and yeah."
"Oh baby that sucks", he lays himself onto his side, cupping your cheek to caress it gently, "should I do something to get you in the mood again?"
"Yeah, honestly I was kinda wondering if we could switch it up just a bit. That’s why I only said yellow, you know, to let you know I’m still into the idea of fucking you I just need something else."
"Of course. You know that I love switching it up for my boo", he coos, making you chuckle, "just tell me what you need and I'll do it."
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Jimin-Ah what do you prefer to be called during sex? What do you prefer to call your submissive? I personally like oppa and angel but I’m open to anything 😉
Genre: Question/Smut
Pairing: Dominant Park Jimin and Submissive Female reader
Posions: Nicknames
“Ahhh~ It’s honestly hard for me to pick which is my favorite nickname during naughty time, I’ve gone through different phases of liking certain names. But I have been liking the title king for a few years now, it just…really puts me in the mood, and want you so much more. I honestly just like to call my submissive babygirl, it’s such a cute name and I just love reminding them that they’re my cute little babygirl.”
-Park Jimin
#answered#park jimin smut#jimin smut#kpop idol smut#bangtan scenarios#bts scenarios#bts roleplay#bangtan smut#bangtan soyeondan smut#bangtan roleplay#kpop smut#bts smut#park jimin imagine#park jimin scenario#jimin imagine#jimin scenario
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Hi guys it seems like I have a small writer block and don’t know how to write paper hearts pt 6 🤣🤣🤣 so my suggestion is that you send in any scenarios request as a writing training to get rid of the writer block (this always happen whenever I start write academic papers and thesis lol) so yeah
Send in any idea for small scenarios
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