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nexus (m) part 5

focus: jungkook x reader, seokjin x reader, taehyung x reader | smut: seokjin x reader

summary: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest. after a shocking murder, a detective with a vendetta drags you into unraveling a web of dangerous lies that cause you to question who you trust, and who you love

characters: detective!jungkook, ex/bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model/gangster!hoseok, therapist!jimin

genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime/mafia!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au

wordcount: 7.5k

warnings: proceed with caution. soft yandere vibes but nothing too explicit, angst, arguing, pool sex, unprotected sex, pet names (princess), arms dealing mentions, jin has some dom energy i guess, taehyung gives solid yandere vibes tbh, choking, strip tease, masturbation, LOADs of sexual tension, flirting, a sickening amount of making out, taehyung tries to kill you but not really, manipulation, firearms, discussions of mental instability (inaccurate), power dynamics, misogyny, feelings of betrayal, heartbreak, anxiety, fainting, taehyung is cold as ice ice baby, jungkook is angsty, jin is a sexy bitch, character death

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Your eyes fluttered open. A familiar feeling of unease sweeping over you as your mind calibrates. No longer were you dreaming of Jungkook’s strong arms around you. His fingers exploring the expanse of your skin.

His lips—his eyes, everywhere.

No.

He was a Jeon.

You couldn’t fall in love with a Jeon.

There was a shadow casting over you. At the edge of your vision, an ethereal silhouette standing in your doorway. Enveloped in a dark silk robe. His open collarbones striking in contrast.

Eyes sharp. Precise. Memorizing you.

“Morning” You rubbed your eyes. He said nothing.

“I said good morning, Taehyung”

“It’s 3 in the afternoon” His voice was ice.

“Well,” You sat up, running your fingers over the expanse of your soft blanket. “I hope you haven’t been waiting for me”

Taehyung scoffed slightly.

“I know better than to waste my time waiting for you”

A knife twisted deep in your heart. His words were so bitter. Tone nonchalant. Running his fingers through his jet-black hair. Taking a better look, you could see the ends of his hair were damp. Beads of water on his neck.

He went to your bedside, pouring a glass of water. His arms—those subtle veins—flexing as he did. He looked up at you. His expression shifted. Glossing with rage.

The glass shattered in his hand.

“Shit” You got up, pulling him away from the shards. Brushing fragments off of his robe “Fuck Tae—”

“I see the hickeys all over your chest.” Your eyes widened.

“Excuse me?”

He reached out shamelessly, fingers tracing along your collarbone. A subtle trail of his blood. Dipping into the sweetheart of your neck. His fingers slid up to your throat, pushing your chin up with his thumb.

“Taehyung—”

His grip tightened. Every single one of his fingers wrapped around you like a vice. You could feel the hate in his touch. The resentment on his skin.

“It would be so easy to send you exactly where you belong.” The edge of his lip quirked. “In hell, with my bastard brother. You two deserve each other”

His dark eyes possessed you. You became hauntingly aware that he could probably just kill you. That 10 years of resentment and isolation would brew all kinds of complicated problems.

He released you. You gasped for air, collapsing over yourself as his menacing eyes remained steady.

“What do you want, huh?” You folded your arms over your chest, “I apologized. I begged for forgiveness. The least you can do is tell me what I’m apologizing for.”

Taehyung was younger than you. But watching the expression around his eyes you could tell he’d been through a lot. He was dark—tortured, hurting inside and all you wanted was to take it all away.

“What the hell did they do to you?” You sat back down on the edge of your bed. Taehyung towered over you. Tongue rolling against his cheek.

“Detective Jeon’s father” Taehyung started, “Killed your mother.”

Oh so we’re just diving straight in. Inhaling sharply, you gave him a nod. “I know”

Of course you knew. It was fueling your latest dilemma. Your mantra every time Jungkook kissed you so deliciously and you had to pull yourself back to the reality that he was, in fact, a Jeon.

“Well, I’m the one who saw it happen” Taehyung began to tremble slightly, sliding onto the barstool with you next to him. You set a hand on his knee. “I told hyung, because I was so fucking scared. I thought he would hurt you next. When hyung gets angry he…”

A small smile spread over your lips. You were no stranger to Jin’s anger. How terrifying he could be in the, albeit rare times he would lose his otherwise charming demeanor.

“He had me point out who killed her. He took me with him and he shot Mr. Jeon. Like a maniac. Then he turned around and told the Chairwoman that I pulled the trigger. And my mother…was furious. I think she may have been having an affair with him”

Not just an affair. You mused. She ordered the fucking kill.

But he didn’t need to know that.

“She was furious at me. I was young, and I allegedly had killed someone. Naturally, she sent me away to get psychiatric help. Jin was her shining star, of course. The first son. She believed him over me”

Taehyung’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment. It reminded of you when you’d watch him doze off in your lap. He really did have such beautiful eyelashes.

“That man who was impersonating me, Dr. Park—he was on my care team. He was instructed to give me pills to keep me from being stable enough to leave the facility. Jin orchestrated all of it. He kept me locked up for 10 years, just so he could have you all to himself. I figured it out. Stopped taking meds. I figured out he was trying to impersonate me so I began to lie to him. Hoping that someone I trusted—you, Namjoon—someone would notice he wasn’t me”

You held your hands out. Reluctantly, he placed his palm against yours, letting you squeeze. His eyes flashed. They were starved for affection, you could tell. He must not have had anyone to support him. To touch him. To keep him out of his mind.

“What do you need from me to fix this?” You blinked up at him earnestly. He simply held your gaze. Words apparently caught, as he gulped. “Because I will do anything”

“Time”

Fair.

“You’ve changed” It was meant as an insult. Of course, considering what Taehyung knew of you. A naïve, innocent girl who believed in fantasies. “Do you still play cards?”

Your grip on him tightened excitedly. “I do. Would you like to play?”

He squinted at you. “Later. Detective Jeon called for you” His eyes went back to your bruised chest. You wondered how he was able to figure out so much without any words.

Letting his hand go, you rose to go get changed. Taehyung’s hand brushed against your elbow, stopping you.

“Princess” He breathed shakily.

“Yeah?” You looked back at him.

“Did you and my brother…were you together?”

You smiled. Thinking back to the last night you saw him. The sweet moments before chaos erupted.

“No” Your fingers twisted against the fabric of your tank top. “We did not get together”

Taehyung nodded, heading for your door. He slowed down, for barely a second. Not even looking at you.

Hauntingly soft, he whispered:

“I’ll always know when you’re lying to me, princess”

- The night of the murder -

His plush lips melted against yours. He kissed you like you were a craving he couldn't shake. Like those lips weren't the very same ones spewing the lies that made it impossible for you to trust him. As if he could break through to you through the tug of his teeth against your bottom lip. Or the soft breaths he'd breathe into you.

It was everything. From your fingertips to your head, every inch of you brought to life. You’d never felt anything like it. Dizzy with need, you kissed him back harder, wanting to get lost in him.

He exhaled, barely able to catch his breath. His eyes were so sincere, so in love, you felt your throat get caught. Your chest burning.

“I love you Y/n” He had said it in one fell breath, cursing as his lips continued to move against yours. You could have been flying, you’d never quite felt so high.

“I-I love you too, Jin please”

“Fuck” The growl in his voice had you weak in the knees, “Princess you say my name like that I swear I’ll” He bit into your bottom lip softly, nose tracing yours. His words were caught, and you felt him stiffen.

“So do it” You blinked at him, gripping his shirt so tight it could tear. “Come on, Jin. I won’t tell. You won’t tell.”

His hands circled your hips. Pinching the fabric, tugging at it unconsciously.

“But then what, hm? Princess? I can’t let you go once I’ve had a taste”

“So don’t let me go.” You pleaded. Jin looked away. “You hate that I am getting engaged. You hate when I flirt with your friends. You hate that I have Yoongi. You’re jealous.”

You dropped your volume “Because you want me just as bad”

Jin looked into your eyes and you swore you could see his heart breaking. He was so beautiful, so twisted and yet you adored him.

“Princess…your mother” Jin stroked your waist tenderly, speaking softly. “She didn’t like me. At all. She specifically put in her will that if you and I ever got married you would lose control of her company. Of Nexus. Otherwise”

Jin smiled in defeat, gazing into your starry eyes. “I would have made you mine the second I could”

And just like that. Nothing—nothing was going to keep off of this man.

The safehouse was surrounded by a pine forest. The air was chilly, the stars glimmering in the sky. The back pool was glowing with underlights—the blue marbling reflecting off your face as you sat poolside, legs like a pendulum, kicking against your thoughts.

Jin slowly made his way outside after making the two of you a drink.

He handed your glass to you. Clinking it against his own before you both took a sip. A mutual decision to lose inhibition.

“You okay?” His question was sincere. You stared back into the pool. The edge had a small, sleek fountain. Pouring in more and more—but never overspilling.

You downed your drink. Welcome the burn down your throat. Jin took a seat on the firm cushioned pool chair. Legs spread, resting his elbows on his thighs. Swirling the glass against his wrist as he watched you.

His chest muscles pressing against the fabric of his button-down. He had popped a few buttons open, revealing his smooth chest. The glowing light reflected in his smouldering eyes. Eyes that were on the edge of danger. One word away from snapping.

You set your glass aside. Leaning back on your palms, stretching your neck back.

“You didn’t touch me in the shower this morning”

He took another sip.

“We’re just friends”

You got up, the water dripping down your legs. Facing him. Your dress was already scrunched up, but you looked Jin straight in the eye as you hooked your fingers under the straps, letting it glide down your frame.

“You’re right” You responded. A grin hooked on Jin’s face.

“You really are beautiful, princess” His voice was breathless. His compliments only fueled you. You loved his words like they were silk ribbons against your bare skin.

Next was your panties. Dragging them down your legs—you tossed them towards Jin. Without flinching, he caught them.

He was clearly amused. Intrigued to see what you would do next. Your naked body shivered in the crisp night. Nipples hard and aching to be touched.

“You like playing games with me, right Jin? Making bets”

You jumped into the water. Wading your way to the other end of the pool.

“Sure, princess”

“Then I bet you can’t come into this water and not fuck me”

“What’s in it for me?” He tilted his head, taunting you.

“I win, you take me out of this stupid marriage deal. You win—and I’ll give you Nexus”

His eyes flashed with interest. Thumb running against his jaw and he considered your offer.

Without an answer, Jin finished off his drink. Kicking his shoes off he stepped into the pool—clothes on. Wading towards you.

You could see his chest under his shirt now—the water bleeding through the white. He approached you. Inches away. Not touching.

And then your fingers slipped into your cunt. Without leaving his gaze.

Lips parting, you gasped. You pumped yourself, your other hand falling onto Jin’s neck. His pupils widened when he realized what you were doing.

“You really have no shame”

You let out a soft laugh, but the heat in your core was overbearing. Your fingers trailed up Jin’s neck, cupping his jaw before you pushed your thumb between his lips.

And he sucked it.

Shamelessly.

You surged with wetness.

You floated closer to him still, watching the way his mouth moved, Imagining against your throbbing pussy.

You added another finger to your cunt. Jin’s tongue pushed out your thumb.

“You feel good, princess?” His voice was coarse. You bit your lip, whining as you nodded.

“Yeah” Your voice was embarrassingly whiny. “M’ wanna come”

“What’s that?” Jin taunted, his gaze darkening on you. You could feel the heat radiating off of his skin.

“Wanna come…for you” You slide your mouth against his. He kissed you firmly, his hand reaching down, gripping your wrist hard and pulling you out of yourself. Replacing it with his own two fingers.

He cursed, as you clenched down on his fingers. His thumb rubbing against your clit. Slowly.

Your foreheads pressed together. Mouths open, breathing each other in.

“Wanna come”

“Not yet” Jin growled.

“Please” You whimpered softly. “Let me come”

Jin smirked, his other hand curling around your neck. “You listen to me.” He growled. “You come when I fucking tell you to come. Is that clear?”

How were you not supposed to get more turned on by that? You soaked his fingers and his grip on your throat tightened.

He pulled his fingers out so fast, it made you dizzy. The night thing you knew he was lifting you up, pulling your thighs apart so you could wrap your legs around him. His jaw slacked against your neck, sucking your skin as you cried out into the night.

“Fuck” He hissed, “You’re so hot” He cupped your breast, pushing it up to meet his lips. He sucked on your nipples in tight tugs—before widening his mouth so his tongue could flick at you.

Flipped you around—you back against his chest. The buckle of his belt pressed against the cushion of your ass. His hands fisting your breasts. Lips behind your ear.

You were so overstimulated, you wanted to cry. You could come from these teasing touches alone—and you knew he knew it. Your body was glowing despite the cool water it was submerged in. Every cell alive with desire.

He gripped your throat again, pulling you back to him so he could kiss your neck. His hair brushing against you, making you feral.

And then he unzipped his pants.

Pushed himself inside you.

“Go ahead” He ordered. “Come”

The pressure of him filling you up had you shattering. You screamed as you came all over his cock, squeezing the life out of him as he hissed violently. He didn’t move, just let you spasm with wetness while he felt every bit. You lost your balance, held up only by his fingers on your neck and breast which were still squeezing at you.

He filled you up so painstakingly good. And the fact that he just snapped so suddenly had you twitching all over. You’d never come so hard in your life.

If anyone were to see you right now, they’d see a man dressed in drenched business attire fucking a fully naked woman against a pool wall.

Fuck.

“You lost” You mumbled, reaching back to touch his cheek. You turned your face as much as you could to look into his eyes. “I won”

“I don’t give a fuck” Jin growled. “You’re mine now”

You smiled blissfully as his heavy cock dragged out of your cunt before slamming back inside you. The water in the pool spilling out over the edges. Splashing wildly.

“Jin—yes” You pouted with pleasure. “Oooh fuck, yes”

He took his time. Each thrust harder than the previous. And he watched your expression. The way your eyes rolled back, lips parted almost drooling at how good he was fucking you.

“So fucking tight for me, Princess—fuck” He dug his teeth against your ear. “You know how many times I’ve thought about this—ramming my fat cock into you while you whine and beg for me just like this”

He slid out, turning you to face him. He took a moment to smile, a look of incredulous disbelief in his electric eyes.

“My good girl” He tugged your bottom lip. “My pretty girl” His lips glued to yours. Lingering “You’re mine princess”

You nodded, humming against him. He rubbed the head of his cock against your clit—not leaving your lips for more than a second.

“Why’d you give in?” You asked him.

He slid back into you seamlessly. And you felt right at home. Gazing into his eyes, lips locked, with him inside you.

He rolled his hips, bouncing you up and down on his length. Your fingers scraping against his back. Finally grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging it. Jin hissed, biting at your lips. His hands on your ass, squeezing the flesh, digging his fingers in.

He licked your teeth, then your lips, before pushing his tongue into your mouth.

He gripped your jaw, tilting your chin up.

“Look at me, princess”

You did.

He sheathed himself inside of you. “Come”

And you exploded.

He had you on command. The power he held over you was absurd but you loved it. You loved him.

“Good girl” He stroked your face. The aftershocks consumed you as you whimpered. He coaxed you through it. “There you go, princess, you’re doing so good” Pecking kisses at the edge of your lips as you cursed out.

He slid his hand between your hot bodies, rubbing your clit as you writhed in his hold. He kept you cumming until there were tears in your eyes. And you were begging him—screaming for him to stop.

All the while, he kept digging into you. His pace picking up but his gaze never leaving yours.

And by God the way he looked at you—that was someone in love. So possessed with the flaming adoration and desire that reason flew out the door. He’d kill for you. He’d die for you. You had no doubt in your mind.

And then darkness came knocking into your mind and your high dissipated. You were supposed to kill him tonight.

Your eyes softened at him. A tear rolling down your cheek. Jin slowed his pace, looking at you with concern. He swiped the tear away with his thumb.

“Princess” He whispered, nudging your cheek, “Everything okay?”

The tears began to stream down faster. Jin move your arms so he could hold both your hands, still inside you.

“What’s wrong?” The possessive edge in his voice was evident.

You sniffled.

“I love you so fucking much Jin”

Jin buckled over, digging his nails into your wrists. You could feel the hot pressure burst between your legs.

“Fuck” He cursed loudly, pounding into you at a punishing speed as spurts of cum painted your walls.

He calmed down, pulling you into a tight embrace. Kissing the back of your shoulder.

Facing you again, cupping your face in his palms. He searched your eyes.

“The only way you’re getting engaged tomorrow is over my dead body, princess” He promised. “You’re mine now, forever”

- Present Day -

Jungkook wasn’t sure if you’d even want to see him after how the two of you left things the previous night.

Guilt seized him.

“Why exactly are you putting us in a room together?” Across the room, Park Jimin sat, handcuffed to his chair. The light hanging above illuminated his glimmering eyes. Hair tousled. “You know I can just tell her that it was you. I was Jin’s therapist—I know you two were—”

Footsteps echoed from the hall.

“Shut up.” Jungkook rolled his eyes.

He felt his heart get lighter as you walked into the room.

You. Causal. Jungkook’s cock twitched. Those little shorts that made him want to just grab at you. A long-sleeved hoodie that covered your hands. This version of you, he swore he was obsessed. The version not hiding behind all the Kim’s blood money.

Jungkook knew you were attractive. From the time he lost his breath seeing you at your engagement, until now. But right now. Despite the tiredness in your eyes. He swore you’d never looked hotter.

He reached out for your hand.

The moment you touched; both of your eyes met. Some sense of understanding passed between you.

I’m sorry.

I know. Gazing into your eyes had become such a familiar thing. He couldn’t pinpoint when, but you went from antagonizing him to being a source of comfort.

You were still a brat. And he’d tell you as much.

“Sure, don’t mind me as you eye fuck each other” Jimin’s voice interrupted the tender moment.

Jungkook's fingers intertwined with yours, forming a reassuring grip as he guided you to a seat beside him. The warmth of his touch lingered, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the inside of your wrist—a silent promise that he was there by your side.

"Y/n, Dr. Park. I want to walk through the timeline of the murder with you both to see where your stories diverge. Now, I don’t think either of you did this," Jungkook stated with a calm resolve. “I think it was Jung Hoseok.”

Jungkook felt the tension ripple through you.

He watched as you looked at Jimin. Examining him with distaste. Thoughts running rampant in your mind—he just wanted to climb inside and hear what you were thinking.

“No.” You cleared your throat. “It was me.”

“What?” Both Jungkook and Jimin were startled by the sudden confession.

“I killed Jin. Arrest me”

Jimin’s brows furrowed. Jungkook was simply shocked.

“Y/n this isn’t funny.”

You brushed off his question, pulling your hand out of his grasp. “I hated Jin. I knew about his years of scheming and lies. I knew that he was trying to get hold of my mother’s company after his mother gave everything to Namjoon. And I knew that he wanted me to get married to Taehyung so that he could deem him mentally unstable, send him away again, and steal my shares through the board once we got married”

“Y/n” Jungkook tried to get you to look at him, but you wouldn’t. Your eyes were on Jimin, communicating who knows what to that crazy manipulative bastard. “If you confess, I will actually have to arrest you”

Jimin was quick to interject. “Wait. Hoseok was there that night too, wasn’t he?”

You flinched.

“Y/n. For the love of God just walk us through what else happened that night. Don’t leave anything out. You can trust me” Jungkook urged you.

You pursed your lips. You were playing another game—he could see it in your eyes. Were you lying—why were you lying—and who exactly were you trying to protect?

“Yeah. Fine. Hobi was there. Luckily for me, because Jin and I got into an argument as I figured out what he was up to, and he got so angry that he—” You inhaled sharply “He hit me. So Hobi punched him”

A ringing struck Jungkook’s ears. He hit you. Kim Seokjin laid a hand on you.

A seething rage ran through his veins. He stood up, unable to contain the anger. Needing release.

His fists clenched as he did his best not to punch through the wall.

"That bastard. God, if he wasn't dead, I'd kill him myself,"

Your words from the previous day lingered in Jungkook's mind: "I've grown up around men like that."

For all he knew, Jin had been abusive this whole time.

Jimin smiled, “Funny you say that Detective” Jungkook shot him a look.

"I'm fine, okay. Hoseok and I go way back. He had been setting Namjoon up for months, putting the idea into his head to kill Jin by making Namjoon jealous that I was going to get engaged to Taehyung, and that it was Jin’s fault," you explained.

"Namjoon... and you?" He searched your eyes for an explanation. You avoided him once again. “Well couldn’t you have married him instead, I mean?”

Jimin chuckled, "That was Jin’s doing. Namjoon was totally in love with her. But Jin made sure that she was alienated from him after he assaulted her. He made Namjoon promise it would be Taehyung, convincing him it was what their mom wanted"

“What?” Jungkook’s jaw twitched.

“He did not assault me” You assured him, “He tricked me into giving him my virginity. How’d Jin even know about that?”

“Baby girl,” Jimin spoke steadily, “Jin knew everything about you. I wasn’t lying about the cameras. He monitored you like a hawk”

A disturbed look passed over you.

"Okay. Hoseok came and punched Jin, and then what happened? Did he shoot him? " Jungkook urged you on.

"No. I did”

Jungkook ran his hand through his hair, frustration evident. “You and me. Outside, now”

Jungkook directed you to an empty investigation room. Worn out and frustrated as he shut the door behind you.

He didn’t say a word. Hands finding your hips.

Lips taking your life away.

You craved him. He groaned against your mouth, breath hot and fingers desperate. Lips tangling under a cloud of denial. Searching for a sweet escape.

“Y/n—we do need to talk—” Jungkook hissed in pleasure, forcing himself to part with you. He inhaled you, tracing his nose against your jaw as you arched your back into his touch. Chest heavy with want.

“I missed you” You moaned softly against his mouth.

Jungkook bit back a smile. Eyes ghosting from your eyelids to your lips “I’m sorry” He took on a more serious tone. His thumb running up and down your throat. “About last night”

“Jungkook, I loved last night” You spoke breathlessly. “It was the first good night I’ve had in a while”

Jungkook's fingers traced gentle patterns on your skin as he spoke. The soft glow of a nearby lamp accentuated the contours of his face, casting shadows that danced with the weight of his words.

“Why are you still lying to me, Y/n?”

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and your fingers found solace in the tousled strands of his hair. The scent of his cologne lingered, a familiar comfort amidst the chaos of your thoughts.

“Have I not proved myself to you? You still don’t trust me”

“You don’t trust me either, do you?” you asked, your voice a mere whisper that hung in the charged air between you. “Are you gonna let me go?”

You nudged him with your nose, a silent plea for honesty. “Are you gonna arrest me?”

He held your gaze, a storm brewing in the depths of his eyes.

“I—” Jungkook's voice caught, emotions raw and unfiltered.

“I hate that I’m falling for you.”

Your eyes widened. His confession was wildly uncalled for and sent you into a vortex of your thoughts.

Blush painted his cheeks. Speaking from the heart was evidently new territory for him.

“And I can’t stop.”

Your heart trembled. Fuck. You felt the same. You knew it, despite everything. You didn’t think it was possible to love so soon after Jin. Jungkook wasn’t Jin. He was simple. Exactly who he showed up as. He wasn’t playing games.

You were. And you couldn’t hurt him like this any longer.

“You know this doesn’t end well, Jungkook,” you whispered, fingers tracing the contours of his face. “I have to marry a Kim to get my company back”

The realization hit you. You couldn’t marry Taehyung—Taehyung hated you. He would murder you in his sleep, and you couldn’t have that.

Your plan failed. You couldn’t blame this on Namjoon anymore. You needed him.

"You’d marry someone just for a company?" Jungkook asked, his low voice laced with disbelief and frustration. "I thought you hated the way the Kim’s controlled you. Why would you willingly tie yourself to them?"

Your shoulders tensed, a defensive response bubbling up. "It's not just about them, Jungkook. Nexus is my birthright, and I have responsibilities. It’s all I have. I can't just walk away from it because you don’t like the world it comes from"

You knew he wouldn’t understand. People like you were groomed to take over family businesses. All you wanted was revenge. On a life that robbed you of choice. To do that, you needed power. You needed Nexus.

"Why not?" Jungkook shot back, his eyes searching yours for a glimmer of understanding. "Nexus is dangerous—isn’t that the whole reason Jin was trying to keep you out of it?"

"I don't need you to rescue me, Jungkook"

His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing in a mixture of frustration and hurt. "This isn't about rescuing you! I can't stand the thought of you tying yourself to a family that's suffocating you when I could offer you something better."

"And what is that, Jungkook?" you challenged, your frustration mirroring his. "A life where I’m with the son of the man who murdered my mother in cold blood?”

Pindrop silence.

Aside from the harmony of your haggard breaths.

“What?” Jungkook’s large eyes quivered with shock. Did he really not know?

“You think your dad was killed for no good reason—well there was one. Actually.”

Jungkook looked down, “Y/n.” But you knew there was nothing he could say. He couldn’t change the fact that it happened. That the two of you had history before you’d even met.

A bitter laugh escaped you, "We could never work"

"You think I wanted this?" Jungkook exclaimed. "I despised everything about you. And I tried to resist it because I knew it would be complicated. But, fuck, I want you. You want me. I don’t know why, I don’t know when, but somewhere along the line, I stopped hating you”

Your heart melted at his words.

“And you became everything”

You stared at him. Disbelief. And then you were running into his arms. He was lifting you up into a kiss. The kind of kiss that drowns you. The desperation, the pent-up frustration from your argument—the hopelessness of what you felt for one another—was a beautiful concoction of flames dancing between you.

“Y/n” Jungkook mumbled but you wouldn’t leave his lips. Afraid if you did, the moment would end again. And you didn’t want to think. You wanted to fade away.

Your fingers slid under his shirt. Searching his muscles.

Growling lowly, Jungkook pressed you against the wall again. Eyelashes brushing against one another, his expression softened seeing your swollen lips and desperate eyes. Stay. His eyes called to you. Stay with me.

“I’m sorry” You whispered so softly, your words feathering against his skin. “I’ll go, Jungkook”

He grabbed your wrist.

“No” Jungkook closed in on you, “I’m placing you under arrest”

Hobi’s manicured nails traced along the sleek contours of a pistol. Custom made. In his pocket, he felt the vibration of his phone.

Setting the gun down on the glass table, he placed his phone against his ear.

You have a call from—

“I accept the charges” This should be good.

“He knows your name”

There was no time for greetings with you. You weren’t into the charmed bullshit like Jin was.

Hobi inhaled sharply. Fuck. If the investigation moved in his direction, everything would be at risk. All these years, he had been meticulous and careful. Flying under the radar of any and all authorities. You’d only know his truth if he was in business with you. To the world, he wore a carefully curated mask. A budding model. To explain the money.

Explain his sin-stained wealth.

You paused for a moment, “He knows you and I have known each other. He also knows you dated Jin”

The last comment was an accusation. He heard you loud and clear. He knew you well enough now after the last three years spent plotting this intricate web to recapture Nexus for you. After the Chairwoman died, he approached you. Told you the truth about Jin’s intentions.

“How long? When were you going to tell me—before or after we planned to kill him?”

Kim Seokjin was a good fuck. He talked too much for one thing, but Hobi didn’t really mind. He liked to be in control of the situation. Play both sides, if you will. Dating a man like Seokjin meant letting him think he was in charge, when in fact, the reigns were in his own hands all along. He knew about Jin’s psychotic past. His twisted quest. All of it.

Lying was natural to him. One of the first skills he learned. “I was just doing it to make sure he didn’t know what we were up to”

“But he did know. Before you showed up that night, that’s what we were arguing about. I knew what he was up to. He knew what I was up to. And I think you told him”

“Careful darling” Hobi’s voice was silk, “I’m not someone you want to play against”

“They were going to pin the murder on you but I got them off your scent because if they find out about you—they find out—”

“That your mom was a mobster” Hobi spoke plainly “And that Nexus distributes weapons”

Thus the reason Hobi knew about you. Your mother. His family. They were in business together. You’d grown up as loose family friends who lost touch as life materialized until Hobi decided to make his move. Everything precise. Everything calculated.

“Yeah. So I confessed. It was a bluff. I didn’t think he’d arrest me but”

“You poked the bear, I assume”

“We’re not pinning this on Joon. I need to marry him to get control. I refuse to marry Taehyung—swear to God that kid will kill me in my sleep. Figure something else out, or I will whip that Detective around my finger and get him to blame you for it anyway.”

Hobi felt bored, suddenly. Meaningless threats were of no consequence. He owned the police for all he cared. He was untouchable.

“I’m not sure little unhinged Taehyung will react well to you marrying Namjoon. Perhaps you should consider staying in jail. Considering you did pull the trigger”

He could feel your energy shift through the phone. And what you said next was the only time you’d ever managed to tilt him off of his high-horse.

“I did. But he didn’t die. After we left, I saw him again”

Namjoon was back in his home office, urgently responding to some emails. Even among the chaos—he still had an empire to run.

His phone rang. “What?” His tone snarky.

“Y/n’s been arrested” Hoseok’s amused voice filled his ears, “She confessed to murdering Jin”

Namjoon’s brows furrowed, “Why the hell would she do that? And why do you know about it before me?”

“Namjoon. Someone innocent is going to rot in jail for something we both know you did”

Shit. Namjoon sunk into his ergonomic chair. Hobi was right. But if he went to jail then who the hell would run the company?

“I can watch over things for you until you cut a deal. I’m sure they’ll offer you something” It was as if Hobi could read his mind. “I know you, Joonie. You won’t be able to live knowing she’s in jail because of you”

But the truth was that, Namjoon had doubts. He remembered going to the safehouse. He remembered getting into a fight with Jin—Jin who was already battered up.

He didn’t mean for him to die. He had been drunk out of his mind.

“Namjoon” Hobi was persistent, “Don’t be like Jin. Do the right thing. Confess”

Fine. Namjoon shut his laptop and reached for his keys. He hung up the phone, rushing into the hall.

“Taehyung” He searched for his younger brother. He was still reading in the same position Namjoon had seen him when he returned home. He had to tell him what was going on. You were going to come home to him and he needed to know you’d be safe.

“Y/n’s been arrested for Jin’s murder. She confessed but—” He gulped, “She didn’t do it. It was me. I killed him, because I was jealous. I didn’t want her to get engaged to…well you…and Jin was the one forcing her”

Taehyung sat, soundless. Not a word, not a breath.

“I won’t let her go down for this. I’m going to confess. I may have to serve some time in jail—but I can cut a deal. They want to get to me anyway. She will come back alone, and my friend will be watching the company but” Namjoon panted.

He kneeled in front of Taehyung, palms to his knees. “I want you to know I missed you. I know we were never very close. But I hate what happened to you, I hate our mom for it, I hate Jin for it. You’re adjusting. You’re angry, and I understand. But you need to take care of Y/n. She’s our responsibility”

Taehyung nodded, as Namjoon stood up and rushed towards the door.

“Hyung wait!” Namjoon stilled. Taehyung never called him that before.

He walked up to him, before wrapping his arms around his shoulders. “Come home soon”

Namjoon’s otherwise cold heart was flush with love. He had almost forgotten what it was like to have family who cares. His eyes became teary—but he had not time.

He was going to save you.

“Dr. Park”

You sneered at the smirking face before you. In the shared cell, for the first time you faced him alone since everything went down.

“You’re so interesting, Y/n” Great. Not even here for a minute and he’s already psychoanalyzing me. “We both know you didn’t go through with it”

You sat down in front of him, making sure there was a good amount of space. He tapped against the wall aimlessly. The air was musty—even a little cold. You regretted not wearing leggings. Legs bare against the bench.

Jungkook's confession replayed in your mind like a broken record. His hopeful, big, gorgeous brown eyes turned wounded. He opened up for you. He lay down his vendetta, for you. And you simply couldn’t do the same.

Because this is so much bigger than him.

“You can tell me what’s wrong you know” Jimin said. For once, his voice wasn’t laced with amusement. “I know you don’t trust me, but I am a therapist”

“Why’d you even do this?” You spat, hugging your arms against your stomach. “What was in this for you?”

Jimin smiled. “Jin was unlike any of my other patients. He asked a favor, and honestly I was just so interested to see how this would all play out. It’s a house of cards blowing over. Brick by brick”

You frowned. “What would have happened if we didn’t figure it out? Were you planning on actually marrying me? Living with me for the rest of your life?”

Jimin shook his head. “That was never the plan. He needed someone to show up at the wedding. Jin never let Taehyung out because he was terrified that Taehyung would want revenge. So I was to stand in. Get married to you, and then disappear. After all, Jin wanted you to himself but he didn’t want to share you. He can’t marry you—it ruins his plans. After I’d disappear, Jin would say that Taehyung was back in in-patient treatment to the board and take your shares”

You raised your eyebrows. “My mom ran nexus without a man by her side for years. I don’t understand why I had to get married to get access to them”

Jimin clicked his tongue. “That was Jin’s doing. Chairwoman Kim oversaw your trust while you were in her guardianship. Jin leveraged the threat of Taehyung to get her to add the provision. Jimin grinned widely, “Then he killed her”

Your mouth went dry.

“Slowly—and made it look like cancer. But she also knew it was coming, so she didn’t give him the company. Kim’s will do what they do” Jimin marveled, almost in admiration. It made you sick.

Something in your gut twisted so violently, you wanted to hurl.

“And Hobi” You went on despite your state, “When did that start?”

“Oh that had been going on for a long time” Jimin waved his hand, “On and off. They were a bit toxic.”

“Did Jin know…about Hobi?”

“You mean who his family was? Of course he did. He knew about Hobi and Hobi helped him plot all this out. Later, Hobi said he found out you knew everything—I don’t think Jin knew you two knew each other. But they both stood to gain. If Jin got control of Nexus, Hobi and he would be in business together. Though in my opinion I think Hobi was also planning some sort of seduce, marry, kill type thing to expand his own power”

Was there even a single person in your life who was ever honest with you? A stampede trailblazed over your chest. You were bleeding out on the inside so much that it all began to go quiet. All began to feel numb.

“Why wouldn’t Jin just ask me for Nexus? Why go through all this—he knew I’d do anything for him?”

“Y/n, I’m a doctor. I work with intense patients and sometimes in in-patient facilities. People who see me are truly twisted. You can’t hope to understand why they act the way they do. Besides, your mom had gone to great lengths to make sure that Jin specifically kept his paws off you”

Why? You thought back. If your mother hated Jin why would she have let you spend so much time with him? With his family. The two of you had been inseperable.

“Wanna know something else that’s fun?”

You glared at him.

“Jin truly, genuinely believed that everything he was doing was for you”

Don’t say it. You looked down, blinking back tears.

“He loved you. He wanted to keep you safe. Away from gun dealers and mob life. He just wanted you to have everything you wanted without a care in the world. Jury’s still out on if it’s romantic—or just insane”

Namjoon burst into the precinct. Jungkook was at his desk, staring blankly at the screen in front of him. “It was me. Not her. I killed Jin. There you go. Let her go right fucking now” He went on to corroborate his story. It matched up. Him being drunk, arriving at the safehouse no doubt after you and Hoseok had left. A gun was there. Jin was already down. And Namjoon had oh so much motive.

Jungkook couldn’t help but wonder if all your lies and games had just been to protect Namjoon. You acted so indebted to this family of psychopaths—after what Namjoon did to you you were trying to keep him out of Jail?

He was thrilled suddenly. Namjoon away meant you were free. You wouldn’t be able to marry him, not yet—and he had time to show you that you belonged with him. Away from these freaks.

“Okay” Jungkook said, satisfied with the confession. He motioned to guards to take Namjoon into the cell. You and Jimin both were dragged out in exchange.

“You’re free to leave” Jungkook looked down, pretending to shift around the papers on his desk. He couldn’t look you in the eye—the pain was still too tender. Jimin didn’t need to be told twice. He fled immediately. But you, you stayed.

Jungkook looked up at you, annoyed. “What?” He was back to the spiteful tone with which he spoke to you when the two of you had just met.

“I know you hate me” You said quietly. Jungkook noticed the queasy look in your eyes, “But Jimin just told me—everything. And Taehyung is at home who terrifyies me. I guess what I’m asking is—”

“Thought you can take care of yourself”

There was real, raw hurt in your eyes. Jungkook felt a little guilty. He knew this had all been emotionally traumatic for you. He’d seen you fall apart and put yourself back together again multiple times already.

“Jungkook” You gripped the edge of his desk, losing your balance. Alarms went off in his chest. His pride dissipated as you fainted—he rushed to catch you before you hit the floor.

The light began to filter through your eyelids. Slowly you blinked, trying to understand your surroundings.

There he was. Your shadow.

“You’re awake”

Even lying on a hospital bed, Kim Taehyung didn’t give a flying fuck about you. Great.

“I’m glad”

You struggled to sit up as Taehyung neared you. He gently traced the edge of your face. His fingers were tender. Soft. You leaned into his touch.

“Don’t do that ever again” His voice dropped low. Flattening his palm against your cheek, his thumb brushed against the edge of your lips, “I can’t lose you”

Your lips parted in shock. His face was serious as ever.

“Also, there’s something you should know” He stood up, turning his back to you. Staring intently out the window.

Your chest seized with concern. You wondered what happened to Jungkook—if he was alright. You assumed he was the one who brought you to the hospital.

“Dr. Park was found dead last night” Taehyung paused. “He was murdered”

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BTS fic recs: October 2023

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post to let them know that they're appreciated 💜 And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | 💜 (pjm) | Nov (*) | Dec (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, personal favorites = 💯.

Namjoon

⭐Drunk in Love by @joon4eva // knj x f.reader // bf2l // 🥰

📝 You and whiskey are never a good combination. or: you've been in love with your best friend for years and you might tell him about it while drunk.

🗨️ Just really cute and fluffy 🥰 🥺💖

Seokjin

⭐Sleepover by @peachypinkygloss // ksj x f.reader x pjm // bestfriends!au, threesome // 🥵

📝 You spend a night with your two best friends at their dorm room. You should have known that they wanted to do more than just watching movies.

🗨️ Omg this was so good, the smut 😘🥵

Yoongi

⭐Oh, darling! [series; completed] 💯 by @yoongiofmine // myg x f.reader // university!au, non idol au, professor!yoongi, student!reader // 🥰🌩️🥵

📝 Starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you’ve held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought?

🗨️ Holy fucking shit 🥵🫣😳 This is just one of my favorites series, EVER 💜 This is in my top 10, no questions! ✨

⭐Mami by @kithtaehyung // myg x f.reader, knj x f.reader, jhs x f.reader // roommates!au, battle rap!au // 🥵

📝 You somehow have a conversation with Yoongi, and you tell your roommate about a date date.

🗨️ So, so good 🥵 really looking forward to more of this series 🥵 🫣

⭐Damn the Charcuterie Board 💯 by @bratkook // myg x f.reader x pjm // bestfriends!au, threesome // 🥵

📝 This doesn’t have a summary, so here goes mine; reader has has a sling of unfulfilling sexual times, and in the company of her best friends, she thinks about a video she watched recently. Could they give her what she needed?

🗨️ This has been on my reading list for so freaking long! 🥹 And now I finally got to read it, and damn, it is one of the best, filthiest fics out there. So, so good! 💯🥵

⭐Cotton Candy Computer (1) [series; discontinued] 💯 by @softyoongiionly // myg x f.reader // hacker!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 Min Yoongi is the top hacker in the world. He has put away countless other cyber criminals all whilst evading detection by virtually everyone he has ever crossed paths with, including the government. The diabolical super hacker that came close to tracking him down is now serving a 10 year prison sentence, all thanks to Yoongi’s handiwork. So what happens when the sentence is shortened unexpectedly? What happens when the biggest threat to public safety is roaming the streets again, determined to get revenge on the man who put him away? What happens when the worlds most infamous hacker just so happens to manage your local Mikrokosmic Electronics? A terabyte of trouble.

🗨️ Shit this was incredibly good!!!! Why isn’t it finished? 😭 I don’t usually read unfinished or discontinued series, but the summary really had me and I just had to read it – and now I’m hooked and I want more of this sexy hot hacker Yoongi! 😭 The story was also just so well written and the chemistry between reader and oc was so fucking perfect, and don’t get me started on the smut, like ugh 🥵 Gosh, I’m so sad there aren’t more parts to it (like the author planned four parts). But it’s so so good, and the cliffhanger isn’t horrible (in terms of wanting to read the next chapter). It can definitely be read as a one shot, I just really, really wished there was more, because, fuck, it was perfect! 💯💜✨

⭐Three Tangerines [series; ongoing] 💯 by @kithtaehyung // myg x f.reader // fuckboy!yoongi, brother’s best friend!au, age gap!au // 🌩️🥵

📝 Throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart.

🗨️ Holy fucking shit, I know I’m late to the party (I see it’s still going too! 🎉), but goddamn that was one of the best fanfictions I’ve ever read 💖😭 I am deeply in love with 3tan – I read all that was available in a few days and nights, because I was so freaking hooked (and still am! No, I’m not dreaming about 3tan Yoongi 😇). Damn. I have been missing out, alright! Shit, the writing; excellent, characters; excellent, world building/story progression; excellent - like perfection 👏🏾 💎 💯 If you have not read it yet, do so now, like right now! I still can’t stop thinking about this and I’m already thinking about rereading it because it’s just that good. It’s definitely in my top 10 or even in my top 5 of my favorites! 🥇✨

Hoseok

⭐Helping Hands by @m-yg93 // jhs x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 Between your boyfriend getting into bed with another girl and finals taking all your time a cold rift has emerged between the usually warm movie nights with your best friend. Thankfully exams are over and Hoseok is back on your couch where he belongs. When some shit talking gets a little too close to home and Hoseok finds out you’ve never even had an orgasm he decides to take things into his own hands, and yours.

🗨️ This was so hot, like what 😳🥵 also a bit funny, but mostly smutty 🤭

Jimin

⭐Desperate by @ressjeon // pjm x f.reader // model!Jimin, pa!reader // 🥵

📝 Being Jimin's assistant made you immune from his flirty tactics, but somehow you find it hard to resist him when he unusually becomes desperate.

🗨️ Omg this was so hot, I don’t have much to say about it, expect that 😳🥵

⭐Only You by @jiminniethemarshmallow // pjm x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 After another woman kisses Jimin, he tries to convince you that he’s faithful with make-up sex.

🗨️ This was both hot and sweet! I really like how Jimin was doing his best to reassure OC, even though he did nothing wrong 🥹🥰

⭐Flirt 💯 by @chateautae // pjm x f.reader // college!au, sexual tension, pwp // 🥵

📝 Park jimin is a notorious flirt, but so are you. when you both meet at a party after weeks of back and forth, it’s a matter of time before somebody gives in.

🗨️ Okay, this is insanely hot - the smut 🤌🏾😘 a really fucking great pwp with a good amount of sexual tension and dirty talk 💜💯

⭐Vanilla 💯 by @aexthetic-suga // pjm x f.reader // pwp, dominate!Jimin, idol!au // 🥵

📝 Jimin is a busy guy. The idol life is not an easy one. With you missing him for three months due to his schedule, all you wanted was to spend his first night back with him. When that doesn’t go to plan, you end up spewing shit about your sex life with Jimin – or better yet, your lack of one.

🗨️ Excuse me, Park Jimin 🥵😳 this was incredible hot! And that gif! 🥵 A really great pwp 💯🌸

Taehyung

⭐One of the Boys 💯 by @littlemisskookie // kth x f.reader // childhoodfriends!au, slice of life, bestfriends!au, neighbors!au, high school!au // 🌩️🥵🥰

📝 All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?

🗨️ Woaw! This was so incredibly good, it’s almost hard to describe, but I’ll try: it does a brilliant job at setting the story up, following oc and Taehyung since childhood, and how their friendship develops over time (and their feelings). It’s really cute and funny and with great smut at the end. Overall a brilliantly good read 💯

⭐Baby, Oh Baby 💯 by @jungkookiebus // kth x f.reader // established relationship, noneidol!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Taehyung and you have been trying for months to get pregnant; you’ve tried crazy diets, stuck to your calendar, got him to diet, but it’s all been for nothing. No matter how healthy your doctor says you are, you can’t conceive. Taehyung tries everything within his power to show you that everything is going to be okay and for one night he makes you forget all about the calendars, schedules, and all the crazy things that came with you trying to have a baby.

🗨️ This was just really cute and loving 🥹The smut was also just ❤️‍🔥💯

⭐Baby Maker by @kookslastbutton // kth x f.reader // marriage!au // 🥵🥰

📝 You're pissed at your husband for being late to your weekly baby-making sessions.

🗨️ Aish, the smut in this 🔥Also all the dirty talk really had me going 🥵

⭐Til Death Do Us Part by @kookslastbutton // kth x f.reader // marriage!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 Thinking it be a romantic gesture, Taehyung tosses your GPS out the car window while honeymooning in Italy. Too bad it gets you both stranded in the middle of nowhere though. What the hell are you gonna do now?

🗨️ This was just so funny to me 😂 Like Tae really threw the GPS out and was like ‘fuck it’! Pleasant and blushing read 🤭

Jungkook

⭐When the End Comes [series; completed] 💯 by @oddinary4bts // jjk x f.reader // breakup!au, slice of life!au, photographer!Jungkook x lawyer!reader // 🌩️🌩️🌩️🥵

📝 Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook?

🗨️ This is a sequel to ‘The Forgotten Spaces’, which was just *chef’s kiss* 😘 The series is completed now – and afsfdfdsfg it was just so damn beautiful and the ending!!! It was definitely worth all my tears 🥹💜

⭐Love à Trois [series; ongoing] by @letjungcoook7 // jjk x f.reader x pjm // slice of life, f2l+s2l, roommates!au, college!au, love triangle // 🥵🌩️

📝 You and Jimin secretly have feelings for each other, you both realize your dream of studying at the same college and sharing an apartment, but when financial issues start to arise, you have to seek a third roommate. and guess who fate sends your way? Jungkook, the same guy who took your virginity back in high school.

🗨️ This is really good! There’s two chapters up already (I still need to read ch 2) and the first was so good. It’s so interesting to see the love triangle unfold. Really enjoyed this 🌸

⭐Burnout (1)(2)(3) [series; ongoing] by @aikastales // jjk x f.reader // college!au, fake dating!au // 🌩️🌩️🌩️😈

📝 After his ex-girlfriend broke up with him, jungkook enlists your help by asking and paying you to fake date him. accepting the offer, you get more than what you bargained for when jungkook starts showing his true intentions.

🗨️ This series was my first time reading yandere – and I am hooked, it’s so intriguing and disturbing at the same time, I really can’t wait to see how this story unfolds. It’s really, really good 👏

⭐Fragment of the Past (1)(2) [series; ongoing] by @ctrlsht // jjk x f.reader // patient!jk x psychiatrist!reader // 🌩️😈👻

📝 You are a well-known and respected psychiatrist and author. You start treating Jungkook, who suffers from PTSD after surviving an extremely traumatic incident. As you help him confront his traumatic past, he begins to act strangely, and you start uncovering something about him that will change everything.

🗨️ Another first for me, with the thriller vibes and damn it delivers on that! It’s really, really good 👏 Pacing is really good and how we see more and more of Jungkook’s disturbing traits is just brilliant ✨

⭐Mentally Physically Weak by @arainbowofchaos // jjk x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵

📝 Jungkook is waiting for you outside your workplace, a cigarette in his mouth, and you can hardly believe your luck. Above all, you're acutely aware of how weak you are for him, and you want to savor this moment as if it were the last.

🗨️ Almost equally smutty as it is sweet 🥺🥰 a really good read, and I really loved how JK was portrayed and how sweet he was with the OC 💖

Wow, October went really fast! I have now moved and I’ve gotten more time to both read and write again. And now it’s already November (also my birth month 🥳 and I might or might not have a surprise for you on my birthday!).

Borahae 💜

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badbtssmut · 9 months

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What about reader fucking her bestfriends dad(could be any member you preferred)

“So slutty, just the way I like them.” The man’s hand gripped onto your hip, his other hand smacking your ass. “You are so good at taking this cock.” Your best friend’s father, Namjoon, cooed.

The way he spoke to you, the way he held you, the way he talked down to you, it all turned you on. It was so much better than having sex with a normal man.

He continued to thrust inside of you, gripping onto your ass as his cock hit deep inside of you. You moaned loudly, pushing yourself back against his cock. Namjoon groaned, grunting and growling as he thrusted. He was such a beast behind closed doors, and it made you so wet.

Namjoon turned you over, and you sat up, kissing him as his hands grabbed onto your hips. He groaned, pushing you onto your back, holding onto your thighs and spreading your legs wide.

He began to pound inside of you again, hard and rough. His thumb began to rub circles around your clit, and your hands shot up to grip onto his wrist. You began to cry out as he began to pick up the pace. He fucked you so deep and fast, it made you feel so good.

Your moans were muffled as his hand wrapped around your throat. He wasn't squeezing it too hard, but the pressure against your windpipe made you feel so good.

"I love you fucking me like this." You panted.

"I love it too. Your pussy is so good, baby," Namjoon groaned, and you whimpered at his words. “I want to fuck you endlessly, but she will be home soon.”

You knew that his daughter was coming home from work in an hour, and that she had the day off tomorrow. She had no idea that you were sleeping with her father, or rather… that her best friend and her dad were banging — it wasn’t like you did this on purpose, it just happened.

“I will get us a hotel room next time, so we don’t have to worry about anyone disturbing us, how bout that? Do you want me to make love to you for hours?” Namjoon asked.

He continued to pump inside of you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he kissed you deeply.

“Yes, sir.” You answered him.

He growled, kissing you again and he began to fuck you even faster. His cock hit so deep inside of you, it made you cry out.

"Are you going to cum for me, baby girl?" He asked, biting your neck and he fucked you harder.

"Y-yes." You whined, tears beginning to fall down your cheeks.

You could feel yourself tighten around his cock. You were so close.

"Are you going to cum for your best friend's dad?" Namjoon smirked.

All of this was so wrong, but you couldn’t help it. The things he said to you, the way he talked, it turned you on so much.

You nodded, and he smiled. He brought his lips back to your ear, whispering to you.

"Then do it for me. Cum on my cock," he growled.

Your whole body shook as you began to orgasm. You arched your back, whimpering and moaning as your pussy tightened around his cock.

"Oh god," you cried, biting onto his shoulder as his cock continued to fuck you. You whimpered as he continued to thrust, your legs tightening around him as you came all over him.

You let out a breathy moan as he came inside of you. He grunted, moaning and groaning as he spilled his hot cum inside of your tight pussy. He panted, slowing his thrusts as he thrusted shallowly inside of you, watching you.

He smirked, leaning down to kiss you softly as his hand caressed your cheek.

"You're so good to me, baby," he whispered, kissing you again. "Thank you."

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wildestdreamsblog · 3 months

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Most to Least In Denial Member from my Mafia World

All bcos I couldn’t sleep.

1. Taehyung

Man’s clinically diagnosed psychopath. He’s very much aware that something’s not right with him and he doesn’t care. So of course he thought that he couldn’t feel anything. And of course he couldn’t understand why he’s feeling that way for her. And of course, he’ll stalk her and annoy her to figure out what is it with her that makes him feel emotions.

2. Seokjin

Eh. The most chaotic and in denial man after Tae Tae. Man is so confused and quite frankly, disgusted by his feelings. But did that stop him from buying a house for them to grow old one night when he was drunk??? Nope.

3. Yoongi

The leader aka the bloodthirsty fool. Man’s really not in denial, he was just ehem…slow to realize his feelings. And of course, you guys knew that it was already too late the moment he realized. He was already in too deep. And nope. He’ll never even try to help himself 😮‍💨

4. Namjoon

This man is too focused on his career that he really didn’t take his sweet time to understand his feelings. Mostly, he’s just happy everytime she’s near. He only really acknowledges his love for her when she becomes pregnant 🤓

5. Jimin

Ah, girl, the moment she defended him was the moment he accepted that she was going to be someone to him. He is aware that the bestfriend thingy he has going on with her would one day bite him in the ass.

6. Jungkook

Man is smitten. Everyone knows. He even announces it in his company website 🤷🏻‍♀️

7. Hobi

Man’s obsessed.

#bts fic #yandere bts #bts yandere #min yoongi fic #kim seokjin fic #kim taehyung fic #kim namjoon fic #park jimin fic #jung hoseok fic #jeon jungkook fic #bts ot7 #ot7 yandere #bts mafia

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margotw10bis · 5 months

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Latest: Crashing On Crush.JJK Ch 9 (read here)

Soon: Better Than Him.JJK

Boss Me Around (read here)

One-Shot; boss!Namjoon x assistant!reader; office romance; smut

You have been Namjoon's assistant for four years but something changes the day Namjoon tells you he is going to get married.

Pretty Baby (short series)

1 → 2 → 3 (Bonus : Memories - Doubts & Possibilities) Complete

Short Series; sugardaddy!Namjoon x sugarbaby!reader; smut

Namjoon is your sugar daddy. However, you can’t deny how your heart is jumping in your chest when he calls you his “pretty baby"…

Coming soon...

Friendly Marriage (read here)

One-shot; smut; romance; bestfriend!Jungkook, babydaddy/exhusband!Jungkook (non-idol Jungkook)

No one can really understand your relationship with your best friend. You are not in love but you did get married and you did have a son. It was just a friendly marriage, wasn't it?

Drabble 1 "Steal My Girl"

Blank Pages (read here)

One-shot; smut; romance; bestfriend!Jungkook (non-idol Jungkook); f2l

You have a secret: you're a popular writer on Wattpad. The worst thing that could happen is your best friend Jungkook to discover that your erotic novels are about him…

Champagne Confetti (read here)

Drabble; smut; boyfriend!Jungkook x camgirl!reader

Your boyfriend loves watching you on live but his whole mood changes when he reads one specific comment from one of your fans

Crashing On Crush (series)

1 → 2 → 3 → 4 → 5 → 6 → 7 → 8 → 9 → 10 → on going

crush!jungkook; smut; romance; angst

What happens when your first encounter with your crush is Jungkook seeing your ass?

Cold Hearted (read here)

One-shot; smut; e2l; hockeyplayer!Jungkook x figureskater!reader

It's no secret that you absolutely hate Jeon Jungkook. And even more when you have to share the ice rink with the hockey captain.

Better Than Him (teaser here)

One-shot; fake dating; romance; smut; roommate!Jungkook x reader

When your boyfriend cheats on you and decides to bring his lover to the wedding you invited him to, you take vengeance by pretending you have a new boyfriend: your hot roommate.

Welcome Back (read here)

Drabble; smut; bestfriend!Jungkook x reader

After almost two years of military service, you finally meet your best friend again. While you have planned a cosy night, his plans are a little bit on the physical side.

Requests

Confessing to Jungkook (read here)

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jjkeverlast · 10 months

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okay babe, after working my 2 remaining brain cells I have come up with a request for my boyfiii/hubby joonie (joon's whores™️ pls rise up) 🫣 i'd love a childhood bestfriends to lovers, fluff and smut ofc (if inspo hits, maybe a tiny pinch of angst? if not, it's okay 😌) here are some prompts :

Having so many inside jokes that just the two of them know, that other people often don’t understand their humor. “I’m just scared of losing you.” “Don’t think of it as losing, it’s more like evolving. You’re not losing your best friend, you’re getting something extra.”

and you know i'm extra, so here's some visual inspo (honestly, any excuse show off my domestic boyfriend pics 🫣)

okay okay love you to the moon and back 🌝, i am not sorry for the feral sounds that will come out of me once this thing is posted (i will need to be put down) ❤️❤️❤️

about love | knj (m)

>> pairing bestfriend!namjoon x fem!reader

>> genre/au's childhood best friends to lovers | fluff | smut | crack

>> summary during your trip to the aquarium, namjoon blurts out something that creates an unexpected turn to your friendship.

>> word count 2.8k

>> author's note living for the boyfie pics of joon hehe i hope u enjoy this drabble baby. i included everything u mentioned (minus angst lol) i hope u don't fall more in love with joon after reading this sjdfhcsjd

[keep in mind that i do not have taglists for request, and prompts are marked in bold! thank you.]

Sundays meant one thing for you and Namjoon. It’s the day of the week where you both spend time together. This time, it was Namjoon’s turn to pick and usually he would pick an art exhibition or his favorite museum but, surprisingly enough he picked an aquarium.

You hadn’t been to one since you were five years old. It was on a school trip, you and Namjoon being forced to walk side by side and hold hands like the rest. That’s the only thing you remember — oh, and that silly inside joke that got created that day.

There’s something everyone knows about Namjoon. He’s incredibly smart. Ever since he was little he was always infatuated by random but very important facts — as he called them.

You were determined that jellyfishes were called roundy fishes. Which isn’t really a word but you were certain! It made sense to you, and Namjoon laughed when you shrieked how you were extremely excited to see the roundy fishes, until he discovered it was jellyfishes. Afterwards, he had made it his life mission to, one annoy you with the ridiculous name and two, give you every single fact about them.

Till this day, Namjoon still teased you with that.

The aquarium was the one from when you were small, basically where your friendship started to bloom. The thought of you being here with Namjoon almost 20 years later, made you nervous. A good nervous.

On your 20th birthday, you realized you were in love with Namjoon. It wasn’t even a special moment. He was just suddenly holding a silly tiny cake with a few candles and pushing you to make a wish as you blew on them. In that moment you had looked at him and something sparked in your heart. People would call it butterflies, but you called it a spark.

That spark never left. You weren’t exactly planning on ever telling him, his friendship meaning much more to you than ruining it by a confession.

Therefore, you kept it hidden. But, today he’s making it hard. Especially by showing up with a cute white sweater and his glasses.

Fuck.

“Ready to go see some roundy fishes?” Namjoon says, teasing you by knocking his elbow into yours.

“You’re still on that, I see.” You respond, trying to hide your smile as you both walk inside the aquarium.

The blue lights are all over the place, decorations of every living creature hanging on the walls.

Namjoon doesn’t even hesitate, dragging you by the arm directly towards the jellyfish.

You’re stunned by how beautiful they look. They’re moving in slow motion, creating what seems to be a whole different universe behind glass. It almost reminds you of the clumps of lava, floating in a lava lamp after you turn it on and let it sit for a few hours.

Somehow, you’re just standing in silence, admiring them silently while Namjoon stands next to you. He’s not saying anything either, but it’s a comfortable silence. It’s always like this with Namjoon. Just extreme comfort at all times.

You finally decide to turn your head towards Namjoon, noticing how he’s staring at you already. His expression is something you’ve never seen before. You can’t exactly pinpoint what he’s thinking, which is usually your best skill.

“What?” You ask.

“I’m in love with you.” Namjoon blurts out. Your eyes pop open by his words, mouth dropping silently as well.

What did he just say?!

“I—“

Namjoon seems to be getting out of his trance, smacking his lips and returning his gaze on the glass.

“Did you know that jellyfishes are 95% water?” Namjoon changes the subject quickly, spilling out every fact he has on your favorite fish.

“Namjoon.”

“They actually also have really short lifespans.” He continues, ignoring how you called out his name.

“Joonie.”

Namjoon returns his eyes to you. The nickname always does it for him.

“I’m sorry. I was just—“ He tries to explain before you cut him off.

“I’m in love with you, clumsy.”

Namjoon’s expression brings out a huge change. He begins to light up, almost turning the same color as the glowing jellyfishes.

“What.” He breathes out.

“Yeah.” You step closer.

“Holy shit.” Namjoon suddenly says. “You’re serious.” He points out, as if it wasn’t obvious before.

“You’re ridiculous.” You suddenly begin to laugh, your stomach feeling all kinds of weird because what just happened?!

“Wait. Since when have you..” He starts off.

“Since my 20th birthday.” You confess with confidence.

“Ha.” Namjoon chuckles. “I win.”

“Wait what?” You ask in confusion.

“Been in love with you ever since you called jellyfish roundy fishes.”

Fuck. He has got to be kidding.

“Please tell me you’re joking.” You say in disbelief.

“No. Five year old Namjoon was definitely onto something.” He admits, humor laced in his tone.

“Wow.” Your stomach just did a somersault.

“Meaning, he’s been waiting to do something for a really long time.” Namjoon explains, moving closer to you, both of your chests brushing against one another.

“Oh?”

Namjoon smiles, his dimples becoming prominent before he dips his head, his lips about to reach yours until—

“Wait.” You put a hand on his chest, causing his brows to furrow.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just… scared of losing you.” You admit.

There’s not really anything to be afraid of, you know that. But this is Namjoon. Silly, smart, clumsy Namjoon who’s been by your side for as long as you remember. This is scary. What if you mess up? Then you’ll eventually lose Namjoon and—

“Hey.” Namjoon catches you out of your thoughts.

“Don’t think of it as losing, it’s more like evolving. You’re not losing your best friend, you’re getting something extra.” Namjoon says, lightening up the room and washing every horrible thought away.

You nod, agreeing because he’s not exactly wrong. You’re just about to step into something else, but one thing that will never change is Namjoon being your best friend.

When Namjoon notices how you’re more relaxed, he takes the opportunity to finally kiss you.

It’s like everything around you stops the moment your lips meet. You feel like you’ve floated into a completely different place. Namjoon hesitates with giving you more than a peck, so just as he’s about to pull away, you grab his nape letting them touch again.

The kiss is slow. The kiss is the start of something.

Finally, you pull away. Namjoon can’t stop smiling and your whole body has turned warm.

Now, while you’re watching the jellyfish, Namjoon is holding your hand. They seem to fit so perfectly and your mind hasn’t even processed everything that just happened. But one thing you know for sure, is that you’ve never been happier.

The rest of the day, you walk around, Namjoon telling you everything he knows about each species. But it’s different this time, because each time he gets excited you get the urge to kiss him again and do so.

Namjoon doesn’t stop glowing the whole time you’re there, neither do you.

After a few hours, you both decide to head home. Namjoon sits in the passenger seat while you hum out the song playing on the radio.

When you finally arrive in front of his place, you both pause and look at each other again.

“Do you… want to come in?” Namjoon offers, scratching his neck while asking. A gesture he does when he’s nervous.

“I’d love to.” You seem more calm than he does.

“Oh, okay!” Namjoon gets excited, hurrying himself out of the car while you begin to laugh. You’re so in love with him it has turned ridiculous.

You’ve been in Namjoon’s apartment plenty of times. You could find everything with your eyes closed if you tried. This time, it’s a bit different. The atmosphere is clouded with love, while Namjoon scrambles to make you both some tea.

He’s excited, yes, but nervous too. He’s not the only one, you’re just better at controlling it.

When the tea has been made, you both sit down on his couch. He’s turned a few lamps on, the exposure of light dimmed which creates an oddly romantic vibe. Everything is unplanned. You’re just both living in the moment, talking and chatting about anything that comes to mind, while you play with his hair.

Something starts to shift when Namjoon stops talking about space, and decides to kiss you instead. The kiss is different from the first one. This time you’re both aiming for the same goal. Namjoon still seems hesitant, careful with moving his body closer to yours — which causes you to lead.

You pull Namjoon down on top of you, holding onto his waist as you continue to glide your lips above his. He tastes of peppermint tea, a taste you don’t really seem to mind.

It’s going somewhere you’re both aware of. Normally you would’ve been scared in such a situation, thinking you’re moving too fast but you’ve both been waiting so long for this moment that it doesn’t exactly feel like that.

Namjoon’s lips move from yours down to your neck, biting you gently before replacing it with his wet tongue. He’s really good at this. Fuck.

For the first time you’re already slightly panting by a minor action. It’s more the thought of it being Namjoon doing this, that he’s the one you’re currently making out with on his couch and not some random person from tinder or someone you met at the club. No. This is your best friend. Your other half. The one who’s apparently been in love with you ever since the first day you got to know him.

“I’m loving the extra things I’m getting.” You joke, running your fingers through his long strands while Namjoon giggles against your skin.

“Yeah, good you’re not missing out anymore.” What a cocky bastard.

“Mhm.” You hum, enjoying Namjoon hovering above you a tad bit too much.

“Wait. Are we doing this?” Namjoon pauses, removing his face from your neck. He’s looking at you, raising his eyebrow in question.

You pull him by the belt. “Yeah. We’re doing this.” You confirm, unbuckling his belt while Namjoon chuckles at your lack of patience.

But he’s no better himself, because before you know it he’s working his hands on your zipper, failing miserably but somehow making it work and opening them.

In sync, you both touch each other, groaning by the feeling. Namjoon feels big under your palm and he notices how you’re already wet from just a little hot make out sesh on his couch.

“Shit—“ Namjoon curses, sliding his fingers up and down above the fabric while you’re cupping him.

“Yeah.”

The sensation grows with every touch, a desperation coming to the surface. You’re certain Namjoon is going to fuck you on this couch, but he has other plans.

“Bedroom. Now.” He says in between pants. Too overwhelmed to form an actual sentence because holy shit you’re touching him, at this very moment. This isn’t a silly wet dream, no. This is real life and it’s about to happen.

It looks silly how you both get up so fast, running towards Namjoon’s bedroom as if there’s hidden gold in there. Namjoon closes the door even though he lives alone and you’re already laying down on his bed, waiting for him to join you.

The bed slightly dips when he joins you, grabbing your waist so you’re able to feel every inch of him as he kisses you softly. Your hands shamelessly feel his chest and arms, a weakness of yours when it comes to Namjoon and his body.

You remember the first time you saw him after a while, his shoulders broader and more toned. You tried not to show him how your eyes raked all over his body, checking him out with zero shame. Thankfully, Namjoon was too excited to see you to notice and you’re grateful for that.

But now, you can touch him there. Feel the edges of his muscles without having to wonder what they feel like. Fuck. You were right. They feel like a dream.

Namjoon moans against your lips when your hand moves upwards beneath his shirt, his soft skin burning against yours. You knew he had abs, he’s mentioned once or twice he was doing an abs workout when you’ve called him during his workout hours but— he’s truly ripped. The prominent edges of his abs tense under your touch and your mind is immediately sent into a whirlwind.

You grab onto his waist, moving him to hover above you once more. Although this time, Namjoon presses down on you, giving you a glimpse of how hard he is. He’s barely grazed his covered cock on you, and you’re whining beneath him, pulling him closer to kiss him more roughly.

The sounds Namjoon makes are unreal. He’s groaning softly, but moaning with a raspy tone. It’s almost a bit embarrassing how wet you’ve become by simply dry humping a bit and being blessed by hearing Namjoon enjoying himself above you.

You both go back to groping and touching one another, this time beneath the fabric that stands in the way. Namjoon’s cock feels heavy in your hand, the skin soft and the tip wet. You gain the courage to squeeze his cock gently, causing Namjoon to gasp while he’s dragging out his fingers on your slit.

You tense when Namjoon’s thumb begins to circle on your clit. Namjoon grows a smile at your reaction, continuing as he drags two of his fingers inside of you with ease. He curls them when they’re fully inside, petting your g-spot and making you moan. You return the favor, stroking Namjoon’s cock and squeezing by the tip, circling your thumb over it.

Now the question is, who’s going to give in first?

Namjoon pulls himself upwards, his fingers still inside you, taking his free hand to remove his glasses and place them on the night table. With that, he also reaches for a condom in the drawer.

As he moves downwards, he reconnects his lips with yours. The kiss is wet, messy and hot. It only makes you more excited to finally have sex with Namjoon.

You’re both moaning, moving your bodies in sync, in search of friction but nothing will beat Namjoon being inside of you. The lack of patience starts to show for you when you pull his pants and boxers till mid thigh. His cock springs free, moving closer to your core. Namjoon pulls out his fingers, grabbing onto his cock and makes eye contact with you.

You nod to his silent question, resulting in Namjoon to pull your pants and underwear completely off. You expect for Namjoon to get on with it, but instead he moves closer, grinding down on your naked core. His cock slips in between your lips, letting you feel him fully.

“Shit—” You gasp, overwhelmed by how good it feels.

“Yeah, baby.” Namjoon says in agreement, mouth slack as he continues to move. If he continues, you’re certain you can come like this.

“Joonie, please.” You bite your lip, preventing a moan from escaping your lips. “Need you.” You mumble against his skin.

You have never in your life seen Namjoon hurry as much as he does right now. He almost falls down on you, too excited to put on a condom. Luckily, he manages quickly, the condom sliding down with ease.

With that, Namjoon circles his tip by your entrance, teasing you a bit. It causes you to move your hips, trying to aim for his cock but you fail. Namjoon bites back a smile, and carefully he starts to thrust, sliding with ease. The stretch feels incredible.

After a few shallow thrusts, Namjoon manages to settle. He takes a second to enjoy how you feel wrapped around him before beginning to move.

Holy fucking shit. Namjoon thrusts like a God. You’re already on edge, barely having him inside of you but you feel yourself coming close to an orgasm.

Namjoon picks up a fast pace, grabbing both your hands and intertwining your fingers, settling them above your head. He gasps against your lips, biting down on them whenever you clench around him.

“You feel like a fucking dream.” Namjoon pants, smiling down on you. Your skin grows hot by his compliment, nearing an end.

With a few more thrusts from Namjoon, your back arches, a highly pitched moan slipping as you come undone all over him. Not long after, Namjoon’s cock twitches inside of you, spilling into the condom with a groan.

You both lay in each other’s arms, skin sweaty and warm. Namjoon pulls out with ease, tossing the condom in a bin before moving back towards you. He lays in your arms and your hands move upwards to his hair. He hums in satisfaction, loving how your fingers feel scraping his scalp.

“What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?”

You pause, surprised he’s asking such a thing.

“Why are you asking this when you can’t even boil an egg?” Namjoon gasps in offense, while you start to laugh over how ridiculous he is.

“It was worth a try.” He says, giving a small peck to your neck.

Kim Namjoon will be the death of you.

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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Against The Odds | Fitting

Pairing - jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

Genre - smut, angst, fluff, established relationship, ceo!jungkook, ceo!reader, attorney!taehyung

Word count - 5.2k

You have your first wedding dress fitting

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, oc is stressed, dirty talking, very explicit rough quickie sex, spanking

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“Why doesn’t Namjoon just put him in day care? Why does it always have to be you that watches him?” Yuri’s question is innocent enough, her ladoring eyes glued to your nephew who’s sleeping in his car seat next to your big white office desk.

It’s a Monday afternoon and you’re balancing work with caring for baby Charlie – a difficult multitask to say the least. You’re distracted either way you look at it. Your focus can’t be fully on the sizable stack of paperwork you’re going through when he’s awake and crying to be fed. And your sole focus can’t be looking after him when you realise how far behind on said paperwork you truly are.

Yuri has been your assistant since day one of 4U and she’s amazing at what she does. Taking your daily duties in her stride and minimising your workload, managing your conference calls and meetings efficiently to make sure you’re never unavailable for more than an hour at a time. Over the last seven months your relationship with Yuri has blossomed into something more than professional, in fact, you’d consider her to be your only close female friend now.

Much like the overall aesthetic of 4U, every room in the building is decorated dusty pink with gold accessories. It’s a dream to have a little space of your own away from everything when life gets too much, or at least it would be if you weren’t having to juggle being an aunt and CEO of the company most days.

“He trusts me with him, you know how hard it is for parents to send their children off to strangers… Especially at this age.” Why you’re defending your ex-boyfriend you’ve no idea, as much as you love Charles and love spending time with him you can’t remember the last time Namjoon actually stuck to the agreement of you having him one night per week. It’s a little much.

“I get that,” Yuri nods understandingly across from you, flicking her glossy pin-straight black hair over her shoulder, “You’re a lot calmer than I would be about the situation though… If I were you—”

“Except you’re not me.” You playfully roll your eyes, licking your manicured thumb to separate the sheets of paper that have a deadline to be dealt with. That deadline being last week.

“What about your parents? Surely they can help him out?”

“Mmm… My dad isn’t in the best health, I don’t want to put on them right now.”

“Y/N when was the last time you actually slept? Or the last time you had any free time? You can’t keep doing this.” She’s shaking her head gently, her rounded features sympathetic and kind.

You lean back in the velvet pink swivel chair, sighing, “I know… I know… Kook’s told me the same thing.”

Which he has. It seems after his impromptu night out with Taehyung this weekend he’s gained enough confidence to voice his opinion on the matter. Whether that was down to his best friend or not you’ll never know. You do know that your fiancé is coming from a good place though, he thinks that Namjoon is using you for childcare and the evidence does certainly point in that direction. But if it wasn’t you looking after Charles it would be some stranger. What if he didn’t like them? What if he couldn’t settle? What if the stranger wasn’t good with babies? No, you made a promise to yourself to always be there for your nephew, and you’re going to keep that promise no matter how mentally, physically and emotionally draining it’s proving to be.

“Why don’t you get a nanny? It’s not like you and Jungkook can’t afford it. And it doesn’t have to be all the time, just a few hours a week when you have him. You deserve a break, he’s not even your child he’s not your responsibility at the end of the day. Namjoon is asking way too much of you these days.”

A pained laugh bubbles your throat, “Tell me about it.”

A nanny? Doesn’t sound like the worst idea in the world – even if you only have help a couple of hours a week like Yuri said, just so you can focus on your career. And planning your wedding. And staying sane. You sigh again, this time more dramatically when you look to your assistant.

Yuri is great, and she’s fucking beautiful. Everything about her is soft and warm, her plump curves, her gentle smile. At this point you would trust her with your life, hell you’d even trust her with Charlie’s life she’s that caring and kind. Her aura oozes maternal guidance. Sometimes she can be a little… provocative, but you respect her and her life choices either way. Before you met Jungkook you were no stranger to the one night stand lifestyle, it’s not all bad. And she’s right about this, the help would be greatly appreciated right now.

“Can you schedule interviews for some potential child minders? The best of the best though, fully qualified, years of experience… I’ll talk to Namjoon about it see what he says.”

“Of course, only the best of the best for our little man Charlie!” She chuckles, pulling a large rose gold iPad from her bag, “Oh and don’t forget you have a dress fitting this evening at five pm. Your mother and Jimin are meeting us there.”

“Well… Good job you reminded me cause I totally forgot.”

“Just doing my job.” She winks with an exaggerated click of her tongue.

Yuri is great, thank god you found her before she was swooped up by another CEO.

Much to your disappointment your mother never arrives to your wedding dress fitting, you presume she’s busy with your sister since the decision on whether she’s ready to leave Cypher House is being made today. You’re not surprised that she’s forgotten, but you do find yourself wiping away a stray tear in the changing rooms when it suddenly dawns on you that she’s genuinely not coming.

“Don’t keep us waiting!” You hear the unmistakable sound of Jimin’s breathy laughter from the waiting area, “I’m dying to see what it looks like after those pictures you sent me! Aww no, what’s wrong little guy? Come to uncle Jimin…”

The plan is to drop Charlie off at Namjoon’s apartment after your dress fitting, the boutique you’ve chosen is closer to your office than his place so it makes the most sense to do it this way. As always Jimin is giggly as ever, happy to be around the bouncing bundle of joy and play the role of the doting uncle. Well, he’s not really his uncle – but heaven forbid anybody tell him that because he’ll set them straight. In his eyes there’s no doubt about it, he is uncle Jimin.

Lace clings to your curves and emphasises your waist, hugging your ass and proudly displaying your bare arms with a subtle amount of cleavage in the strapless gown. if it wasn’t for your glossy eyes staring back at you in the mirror you’d be smiling right now. The dress is perfect, absolutely perfect. You look like a vision, dare you say it maybe even like a floating angel as you gracefully saunter into the main waiting area wearing the gorgeous white gown.

“Oh my god.” Yuri gasps, her mouth agape.

“Y/N… You look…” Jimin is equally as awestricken, his heartfelt smile lights up the room as he bounces your nephew on his knee, covering his ears, “Holy shit Y/N. You look stunning.”

“Thank you.” You smile coyly, picking up the heavy skirt to stand on the white platform that centres the room.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin clocks your disappointment straight away, his crescent moon like eyes growing wider with concern when his fingers toy with his brunette locks, “Don’t you like it?”

“No I love it,” You reassure him, smoothing the heaps of material over your body to get a better look in the mirror, “I think this could be the one… I just wish my mum was here to see it too.”

Yuri deflates, her body language oozing empathy, “I’m sure she has a good reason—"

“Nah fuck her.” Jimin scoffs unapologetically, “It’s her loss, her youngest daughter is getting married you’d think she wouldn’t forget something as important as this. I know she’s your mum but I stand by what I said. Fuck her.”

“Jimin…” Yuri scolds him with shocked features.

“No he’s right… You would’ve thought she’d be a bit more excited about this.” You sigh, trying to keep it together for the sake of everybody in the room.

Your best friend puts Charlie back into his car seat, fixing the clasp and giving him a dummy to keep him occupied before making his way over to the podium. Standing proudly beside you, you have to admit he does look a little humorous wearing blue jeans and a grey t shirt next to a bride to be in the mirror. But that doesn’t stop him from wrapping his arm over your shoulders, soothingly rubbing your bare skin.

“You’re perfect. Look at you…” A smile with the radiance of ten thousand suns tugs his lips.

“It’s not too much?” You alter your pose, trying to catch a glimpse of every angle.

Jimin chuckles, grabbing the small of your waist to spin you in place, “No, it’s just right. Jungkook is a lucky guy, imagine being able to call the most beautiful woman in the world your wife.”

“Mmm,” You snort at his sudden affection, “Yknow that’s a common opinion lately.”

“Oh? Some guy been hitting on you or something?” He asks while rearranging the material of your train, sighing contently when he’s smoothed out the wrinkles, “Do I need to beat someone’s ass? Better yet does Jungkook need to beat someone’s ass?”

“No, just Taehyung being the flirtatious gentleman he is and drunkenly telling me how lucky his best friend is.”

Jimin brings a palm to his mouth, a not-so-successful attempt to stifle his laugher, “He said that? Bold of him to assume Jungkook won’t break his nose for being so forward with you.”

“It wasn’t like that, he was just being nice.” You defend his honour with a small shake of your head.

“Yeah yeah…” You don’t miss the way Yuri eats up the change of subject, giving that she has this insane conspiracy theory that Taehyung, your fiancé’s best friend, has the hots for you, “Just being nice my ass Y/N.” She snorts.

You tut playfully, “He’s like that with everybody honestly, I still need to introduce the two of you properly and you’ll see for yourself.”

“Y/N has a point,” Jimin interjects, still playing around with the fabric of your wedding dress, “The guy’s flirty as fuck at the best of times, never mind after a few drinks.”

“Exactly. Also stop swearing when Charlie’s around, I won’t tell you again.” Your shoulders bounce with silent giggles, this must be the millionth time you’ve scolded him for the self and same thing now.

“Sorry.” He grumbles with a smirk, “Anyway… I don’t think you’re gonna find a dress better than this one. You look perfect-, oh wow is that a pocket?”

“Mhm, I noticed that too… It’s well hidden right?”

“Yeah you can’t tell from the outside at all, so handy.” He nods, further inspecting the garment when he shoves his hand into it, “Perfect for sneaking booze on the big day. Or your phone, pretty sure you could fit a vibrator in here if you really wanted to…”

“I don’t want to.” You snort, jokingly shoving him off the podium, “I hope to be having sex with my new husband that night, not a vibrator.”

Your best friend’s head kicks back with booming laughter when he sits down, taking at least forty pictures of you, “Why not both? You guys are freaks.”

Yuri claps excitedly, “He’s right Y/N… I mean about the dress, I don’t want to know what you and Jungkook get up to behind closed doors... You do look unreal, you need to buy it before somebody else does.” You welcome the conversational change, knowing all too well that you and Jimin would get carried away talking about salacious activities all night if Yuri wasn’t here to put a stop to it.

“Mmm…” You ponder, you do love this dress almost as much as the man you’re marrying, but you still want your mother to see it before you commit to buying it, “Ah I don’t know… I really want my mum’s opinion before I buy a dress.”

“Let’s rearrange another fitting then?” Jimin nods, completely understanding your predicament like he always does. “I’ll drag her here myself if I have to because you need this dress.”

You’re admiring your reflection when you smile contently, “I think you’re right, it’s not gonna get much better than this.”

Jungkook scans the apartment upon arrival, noticing your figure on the sofa with your eyes glued to your laptop. You’re so busy trying to catch up with work that you don’t even feel his presence behind you, his inked fingers covering your eyes and blocking your vision.

“What’re you up to?”

“Erm…” You feign a deep thought after you jump, loosely gripping his wrists, “Just catching up with work, well I was before you blinded me.” You chuckle, pulling his hands down to pepper them with tiny kisses.

At this Jungkook snorts, climbing over the back of the sofa as if it’s nothing to sit next to you, “No Charlie tonight?”

You shake your head, gaze fixed to the screen in front of you full of numbers and people’s contact information, “Dropped him off at Joon’s after the fitting.”

“Ah, how’d it go? You find your dress yet?”

“I think so.” You smile brightly, turning to face him, “I’m almost done with this by the way, I’ll be all yours in like… thirty minutes.”

“You work too hard these days,” He kisses your shoulder before standing, “I’ll do dinner tonight then, what do you fancy? Besides me.”

Your head kicks back with a small giggle, “I’m not really hungry to be honest.”

“Still gotta eat though baby, I’ll fix us something small while you finish work.”

You watch your fiancé head into the kitchen, ogling the way his back muscles flex beneath his blue fitted shirt a little too long to be considered a coincidence. As always he looks impeccable, dark hair slicked back save for one tiny strand that rests against his forehead. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, flaunting his intricate body art and expensive Rolex.

“Sooo… how was the fitting? Did your mom cry?” He chuckles in the midst of banging pots and pans and glassware around in the other room.

“Actually she didn’t come.” You sigh, still debating whether or not to message her and ask why she couldn’t make it, “Was just me, Jimin and Yuri.”

The silence is sudden and thick, you know he’s probably just as disappointed as you with your mother and doesn’t know what to say to comfort you. It’s okay though, it gives you some time to gather your thoughts and input the correct data into the spreadsheet you’re working on. When you graduated business school you knew that this field of work would be time consuming and somewhat difficult. Maybe it’s because you’re worn out, or maybe you’re just having an off day, but for whatever reason you can’t bring yourself to fully concentrate on the task at hand.

“Did you at least get a picture of the dress to show her?” Is what Kook settles for, you can’t see him right now but you know he’s probably shaking his head in disbelief that your own mother didn’t go to your wedding dress fitting.

“Yeah Jimin took like fifty… Plus I’ve scheduled another fitting so she can see it in the flesh before I buy it.”

“Mmm, good idea. How much is it?”

“None of your business.” You laugh to yourself, “I told you already I’m paying for my own dress you don’t need to worry about it.”

“Fine, fine, just trying to lessen your burden and be a good husband but whatever…” He sighs defeatedly, but something tells you this won’t be the end of it, “Can I see a picture of it?”

This gets your attention. You give up with work and save the document before shutting your laptop. “First of all you aren’t my husband yet, and secondly it’s bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding and you know it is.”

“Didn’t realise you were superstitious… Does it really count if it’s just a picture though?” He hums, completely unaware of you presence in the room. You sneak up behind him, covering his eyes with your manicured hands.

“What’re you up to?” You giggle, nuzzling your head into his muscular back. Fuck, he smells like expensive cologne with the faintest hint of warm vanilla.

At this Jungkook removes your hands, playfully taking them between his teeth and biting them, “Trying to cook us some dinner… Except I don’t know what I’m doing.” He scoffs, obviously ashamed of himself, “Is instant ramen okay? Actually do we even have instant ramen? I can’t remember the last time we went grocery shopping.”

“You know in all the time we’ve been living together I’ve seen you use this kitchen like… twice.” You snort, and he turns in place to look down at you with disapproving hooded eyes.

“Does fucking in the kitchen count as using it?” His brow quirks, smirk plastered on his handsome face, “Because if it does I think we both know I’ve definitely used it more than twice.”

Snaking your hands up to his body you drape them round his neck, pulling him closer, “Wanna use it one more time?” You mirror his smirk, toying with the dark hairs at the nape of his neck.

A deep, throaty chuckle rattles his chest before he grips the back of your thighs and plants you onto the kitchen island. “You… are something else.” He whispers, crashing his lips to yours in a series of frenzied, messy kisses that make your head spin.

“Shit, feels like we haven’t done this in ages.” He pants, breath hot against your mouth while you get to work unbuttoning his shirt. He’s right, you haven’t had sex in almost a week and your bodies already crave each other from every little touch.

“I know…” You moan, throwing your head back in bliss when he expertly removes your shirt and bra and begins tweaking your sensitive nipples, “Fuck… Jungkook please, no teasing tonight. I need you now.”

Dipping his head to your chest he takes one bud between his lips and sucks harshly, groaning against your skin when you cup the huge bulge in his trousers. It’s desperate, it’s rushed, it’s messy and it’s hot. Nearly seven days of pent up frustration stains the air, you’ve been so stressed recently that you allow yourself to be completely consumed by the sexiest man you know, quickly freeing his length from his clothes.

“Baby… You’re not gonna be able to walk when I’m done with you.” He murmurs, snapping his head back to yours, tongue sliding past your lips with urgency. One hand tugs the hair at your scalp, pulling your head back to give him easier access. The other hand kneads your breast with so much pressure you’re certain you’ll be bruised tomorrow.

“Fuck… Jungkook please, fuck me.” You mewl, hands flying up to his neck to bring him impossibly closer.

He wastes no time in grabbing the waistband of your sweats, urging you to lift up slightly before he drags them off your legs and throws them to the ground. His cock looks painfully hard, it feels painfully hard when you begin to pump the shaft, fuelled by nothing but the desire to have him now. His unbuttoned dress shirt hangs loosely from his frame, drawing more attention to his toned and taught abdomen that tenses beneath your ministrations. He’s a whimpering wreck, as are you, both so fucking desperate to feel each other in every way possible.

“You’re so fucking sexy Y/N… And all mine.” He swallows your moans, dropping a hand to your core he roughly rubs his palm to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh my god-,” You hiss, hips buckling up to meet his hand, “Right there, fuck yes…”

“Right here?” He takes your lip between his teeth, biting down hard enough to draw blood, but in this moment you can’t bring yourself to care. His palm presses down on your clit even harder, your thighs are already jolting and jumping from the oversensitivity, “Use your words.”

“Right there!” You nod frantically, the slick between your folds spilling out onto the countertop with every movement he makes.

“I’ve missed seeing you like this…” He hisses when you cup his balls, eyes squeezed shut with his sharp jaw hanging open, “So fucking sexy, nothing compares to how you look right now.”

“Ahh-,” You whine, marking the flesh of his neck with harsh sucks and open-mouthed kisses, “Shit... Keep going… Don’t stop.”

In one swift display of brute strength Jungkook lifts you from the kitchen island, turns your back to his sweat-beaded chest and bends you over the surface. The countertop is cool against your naked body, you almost complain at the loss of contact but before you have chance your fiancé brings his palm down to the fat of your ass cheek in a loud, stinging slap that pierces the atmosphere.

“You’re not coming just yet baby.” He delivers another ruthless slap, squeezing the pain away once he’s done, “I need you to come around my cock tonight.”

“Then fuck me…” You pant against the kitchen side, “Please…”

Within seconds he’s slammed every hard inch of himself into your sopping walls, until the crown of him smacks against your cervix. A guttural moan tears from his throat at the sensation of your wet pussy welcoming him, squeezing him in the most sinful way. You gasp, feeling so unbearably stuffed, almost like you’re about to split open any second.

“Jungkook!” Your mouth hangs open in a silent ‘o’, hands knocking everything off the surface you’re bent over when you scramble to support your weight.

With one hand digging into your hip hard enough to shatter bones, and the other pushing your face against the worktop he pounds you hard. So hard that you’re blubbering from his huge size, but he doesn’t let up, no, his thick member assaults your hole so vigorously, so dangerously rough each time he pulls back and rams himself back in. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the penthouse, along with grunted profanities from the man snapping his pelvis to your ass so hard that your legs already feel like jelly.

“Baby…” The pet name slips out of his lips despite the fact he’s biting down on them hard, brows furrowed with pleasure when the hand on your head starts to explore the length of your spine, “Such a good fucking girl for me, hm?”

Unable to muster coherent words you nod in agreement, but that does nothing save for earning you another harsh spank to your ass. You’re sure you hear him chuckle from behind, the sound almost goes unnoticed between the squelching and banging noises between your hot bodies.

“Yes!” You scream, the coil that lies in the depths of your stomach tightening with each and every thrust into you, “I’m-, I’m close.”

“Already?” He says with a smirk, snaking his spanking hand round your front to rub messy patterns against your throbbing clit, “Go on, come all over my cock. Show me how good it feels.” He huffs.

“Ohhh-,” You knock something else off the countertop, by the sounds of it it was a glass that’s now shattered on the ground, “Oh my god…” You’re shrieking from equal parts pain and pleasure, abdomen hot and tight with a flame that threatens to ignite at any moment.

“You like it when I fuck you like this?” Jungkook groans when your walls tighten around him, your orgasm fast approaching, “Tell me how much you like it.” He manages to choke out between hisses and grunts.

“So-, sooo much…” Your head is spinning, body jolting up and down the surface with every hard slam of his hips. But it’s the way he speeds up rubbing your clit, so agonisingly fast that your orgasm hits you without much more of a warning, “I’m gonna—” Your own obscene moans cut you off, your walls contracting and squeezing Jungkook’s length when you come.

“Fuck!” Both his hands find your hips, dragging your limp body back to his cock as though it wasn’t deep inside you enough already, “You’re gonna make me come… Shit, shit, shit—”

You’re sobbing, body aching and bruised but you’ve never known a relief like it. It’s after ten, maybe eleven more hard pounds to your pussy that your fiancé’s own orgasm hits him harder than a tonne of bricks. He bottoms out, shoving every centimetre of himself deep into you with a husky groan that sounds borderline animalistic when he fills you with come.

It’s a good job he’s behind you because when the tip of him presses against your cervix again your knees finally give way and buckle. He catches you effortlessly, breaking your fall before it happens. The sound of heavy breathing fades into white noise as you revel in the sinful ecstasy enveloping your naked body. You’re so utterly fucked out that you don’t hear Jungkook speaking to you, not until he’s pulling your body up to his chest and turning it to face him.

“Mind the glass…” He repeats with an exhale in a low voice, pressing his damp forehead to yours. When you don’t respond he chuckles, “Earth to Y/N… Are you okay?”

You nod, still trying to steady your breathing, “Mmm, I’m-, I’m fine…”

“Sorry if I went too far, you should’ve said—”

“You didn’t.” You reassure him immediately, draping your hands round his neck, “Promise me that when we’re married you’ll still fuck me like that.”

“Oh that’s a done deal.” His white teeth almost clink against yours when he kisses you, his lips gentle and soft.

There’s something so intimate about having someone wash you. Maybe it’s the way Jungkook brushes the soapy sponge against your skin in the shower, or maybe it’s simply the fact that he’s that also naked in the shower with you. Whatever the reason, you find it difficult to imagine ever loving him more than you do in this moment. Fuck, how did you get so lucky? Once you’re both dressed, well barely, you’re wearing nothing other than one of your fiancé’s oversized t shirts. He's wearing grey sweatpants that hang a little low on his hips… You follow him into the kitchen on shaky legs, having worked up quite the appetite.

“Oh hey Tae, when did you get here?” Jungkook looks equally as surprised as you, his best friend’s feline eyes are comically wide with concern at all the smashed glassware and dishes that scatter the floor.

Taehyung must’ve come here straight from the gym, his damp purple workout clothes a clear giveaway. He’s frowning, gesturing to the mess you’ve made with his large hands, “What the fuck happened in here? Did you guys get into a fight?”

“Not quite.” Jungkook clears his throat, tonguing his cheek before sharing a knowing look with you that makes you blush. “Sorry I didn’t hear you come in. Everything okay?”

You don’t miss the realisation that washes over Taehyung, his eyes flickering to you before the Adam’s apple in his throat bobs somewhat uncomfortably, “I-, yeah everything’s fine… I just came by to let you know that Ruth’s legal team got in touch with me.”

“Wait, what?” Your legs almost give way again but you manage to steady yourself, something else that doesn’t seem to go a miss by the now very awkward looking attorney.

“So you were right, she got out tonight.” He doesn’t look at you, instead his eyes bore into his best friend who visibly tenses at his words, “She’s with her parents now.”

“You told him?” You’re next to look at Jungkook, confusion and disappointment blanketing your features.

“I-,” He doesn’t try to defend his honour, instead he shakes his head softly with a guilt-ridden expression, “I’m sorry baby, I was drunk and in my defence Tae did say he wouldn’t say anything…” If looks could kill, Taehyung would’ve been shot to the ground that very moment.

Your brows raise, “That’s not really a good defence Kook…”

“I know, fuck I’m so sorry Y/N it just slipped out in conversation.”

Taehyung sighs from across the room, eyes locked on to your frame, “Shit Y/N I’m sorry… I-, he did ask me not to-, yknow what I’m just gonna leave you guys to it. I hope you’re okay... I’m really sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise for anything Tae,” A puff of unamused air comes from your nostrils when your stare finds your fiancé looking akin to a deer caught in headlights, “I’m gonna go to bed.”

Jungkook makes his way over to you, “Baby I’m so sorry… Don’t go to bed yet you still need to eat something.”

“Goodnight Jungkook.” Your tone is a little harsher than intended when you turn on your heel, and so you soften your next words, “I’ll see you later Taehyung.”

When you make it to the bedroom you close the door behind you, you’re certain you hear Taehyung apologising to Jungkook again and again as well as the sound of someone cleaning the kitchen. But none of that matters now… You climb into bed and angry tears cloud your vision, so that’s why your mother couldn’t make it today.

Ruth is back. But more importantly, Charlie’s mother is back.

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Dear Namjoon | 10

✧ Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader ✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content ✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,slow burn ✧ synopsis; You're sent to live with your father and older brother. only that your older brother is in a band called BTS. you meet jimin's friends and automatically get tangled with one of his band members. you're relationship has to be kept a secret but for how long can you keep it that way?

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Jimin didn't forget to give me an earful when the guys left. Talking about serial killers, and how I was pretty enough to get kidnapped.

I was a hundred percent if I got kidnapped this brother of mine would probably find me no matter what. so that's the least of my worries.

Once the guys said they were leaving, I went to say goodbye and it was weird.

Everyone was cheerful but jungkook. He didn't even say bye, he just stared at me. I began to feel nervous, he did walk in when we were upstairs...did he hear us? But he would've said something to jimin. I know he would. but then again I might just be over thinking it.

I could feel how the day where jimin would find out about namjoon and me was getting close.

the next day at school, my assumptions were correct. Jungkook would stare at namjoon and me constantly. but his glare towards me was harsher than the one towards namjoon. and namjoon was totally oblivious to his glares.

it was fucking annoying. leaving the rooftop earlier than I would, was the only option I had and I think that brat was going aiming for that.

"y/n, are you writing more letters too?" the girls from last time walk up to me. box full of envelopes this time too

"uh sure.." they handed me green ones this time. putting them away, I sat on my desk listening to the teacher talk.

taking out an envelope I open it and take the card out.

Dear Namjoon,

Do you think I have panties right now?

chuckling at my note I slide the card back in the envelope and write babe on the front as always and addressing it to namjoon.

I write cards for the other members as well, making sure to write words of encouragement. I wrote a separate one to jungkook. I tried to talk to him in the morning but he totally blew me off.

Jungkook,

Why are you mad at me? Did I do something to upset you?

closing the envelope I write Amiga meaning friend in Spanish. After class I walked to the same station and dropped the letters into the box.

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"There's more and more letters each time" hoseok says the desk got over flowed by letters addressed to him.

"i know, isn't it exciting" jimin smiles as he opens another letter

"i'm gonna save these again, and give it to the others later" namjoon wraps rubber bands around yoongi's and seokjin's letters, putting them in his bag

I look at jungkook as he picks up the a green letter, he reads it with an excited face so i knew damn well it wasn't mine.

"there's a talent show here, in three weeks we should perform as a way of thanking everyone" namjoon speaks up. everyone agreed.

i kept glancing between namjoon and jungkook waiting for either one of them to grab my letter. my wait finally ended when namjoon grabbed the last green card from his pile. he turns it around and reads babe, not missing it this time.

he looks up at me, before turning the card to open it. he reads it and raises a brow, clearly intrigued. he looks at my thighs and grins.

my dumb ass got all excited and I became a smiling idiot. that i completely forgot all about jungkook. The moment i turn to look at him, he had my card in his hand. his brows frowned and he looks up. I stopped smiling, he was angry. and his looked confirmed he was angry at me.

namjoon must've not seen him since he reached for his bag to put the card away.

jungkook gets up from the desk and walks over to me "y/n, i need help with my homework"

"oh? um.." i look at everyone and see how they were all talking amongst themselves. "ok..what's the homew-"

"i left it in my locker, will you come with me?" i nod, getting up from my seat. I follow him without saying anything else because he was already mad at me.

as we walked to the door namjoon turned to look at us, but he didn't get up to follow us.

we kept walking for a good while "jungkook we're away from the lockers, we aren't even in the school anymore" I tell him as we pass the field. I continued to follow him but I was starting to feel weird.

"we're going somewhere no one can hear us, the supply shed should be fine" and that made me stop walking

"why?" I look behind him, the supply shed wasn't far from us.

he stops walking to turn and look at me, he eyed me before staring into my eyes. he was so angry it radiated from his body, i could feel it. "to talk about how namjoon is fucking you and you're letting him knowing you can ruin everything we've worked so hard on"

my breath hitched Once he finished his sentence, I was shocked to hearing him talk to me like that.

"I don't see why it involves you , i'm leaving" My goal was to walk away, but this asshole grabbed my arm gripping onto my wrist "it involves me because i'm in the group. I thought you knew you're brother well"

"i do know my brother" i try to shake him off but his grip was strong

"then you know he holds grudges and never looks back."

"jungkook you're overreacting, nothing is going to happen to the group. when he finds out, he'll laugh about it I swear" My eyes were tearing up from the pressure on my wrist. "lets talk over there, people are coming"

"no, i don't want to. let me go"

"you made me do this, keep that in mind" pulling me towards him he lifts me up over his shoulder, he grips my thighs as i hang off his shoulder

"Jungkook are you fucking crazy?! put me down" I yell at him, hitting his back as he starts walking to the shed. I keep yelling his name until I felt a slap on my ass making me gasp.

"what the fuck, touch me again like that and i'm telling namjoon" i pull his hair

"then shut the fuck up and stay still" he uses his other hand to open the door to the shed, closing it behind him. he finally puts me down, I stumble on my own and fall backwards. "what the fuck jungkook, you can't just pick people up how ever the fuck you want only cause you can" I can feel how my cheeks are hot, The bitch caught me off guard, how dare he smack my ass.

he brushes his hair back, and stares at me. "break up with namjoon, make it as if it never happened"

"what? why!"

"i thought you were smart, yet you keep asking the same shit" he reaches down towards me, grabbing my arms he puts me on my feet but holding me in place "once you break up with him he'll get over it. he always does, he's dated half the girls from his grade level and yours"

pushing his arms away I put a distance between us "i don't fucking care who he's dated, grow up jungkook. a small fucking fight between the group isn't gonna destroy it" I slap his hands away from me

"you don't fucking understand, we aren't just a group of friends. we want to debut together. we actually have a meaning and future. not like you. a virgin who finally had sex and is obsessed with the first guy who fucked her. jimin said he told you why not to get with namjoon, especially him, and you clearly ignored it" he was angry, I could see how the vein from his forehead was forming as he talked harsh to me. He walked towards me, I kept taking steps back

"touch me again and i'm seriously gonna tell namjoon" I point at him, my voice betrayed me as it cracked while i spoked, making him scoff at my threats

my back hits the wall, he cages me there as his hand is against the wall right next to my face "have sex with someone else, you'll see there isn't anything special about it. stop being a wall in the way of our success" my heart was beating against my chest, as my eyes teared up "get the fuck away from me" I manage to say.

"you have till the end of the month to break up with namjoon"

"you won't do shit anyways" I was cursing at myself for crying right now, tears stained my cheeks. I was looking weak in front of his bitch.

"i'll tell jimin"

"that's bullshit on a stick" he scoffs at my words "really? you think it is"

"yes, you wouldn't say shit because you just said it'll ruin everything" he smirks at my words

"i'm so fucking tired of you, you know that. why don't you ever just shut up huh"

"i'm not gonna ask you again after this, Get The Fuck Away From Me" I push my hands against his chest but he doesn't budge

"I wonder how namjoon deals with you, he hates when people are fucking cocky" he chuckles "but then again he can just shut your pretty little mouth a different way huh" his hand gets close to my face, making me flinch. I shut my eyes, all I feel is him wipe my tears. he leans his face towards my ear "if you need someone else to show you that sex isn't fucking special then just tell me and i'll show you"

raising my hand I slap him across his face "talk to me like that again, touch me without my permission and i'll tel-"

"you'll tell namjoon, i know" he steps back, unbothered by the stinging on his cheek

"no, i'll tell jimin"

the stupid grin on his face fell "really? and are you gonna tell him why I brought you here to begin with"

"i'll tell him everything, I don't give a fuck. touch me or talk to me in any way that's disrespectful and he's gonna kick your ass" pushing him to the side I walk to the door, pulling it to the side I walk out. I look at my wrist, seeing how it was a bit red, and I could feel the stinging on my ass. stupid bastard hit me hard.

I walk towards the building, trying to stop myself from crying even more. The bells rang and I was aggravated, my shit was in my locker and I left my phone with jimin.

I walk to my locker, and jimin was there leaning against it "hey, where were you....why are you crying?" he gets off my locker, cupping my cheeks "what's wrong, where did you go? where's jungkook"

"it's nothing" i open my locker, taking my bag out

"where's jungkook? I saw you leave with him"

"i helped him with his homework, and then he left" stupid bastard you're lucky i can't tell him right now

"what?"

"i wanted to be alone" i grab my phone from his hand "wait but that doesn't explain why your crying"

"I miss mom okay" I yell at him, catching him off guard

"y/n.." i shut the locker

"we'll talk at home alright" and I walk away from him leaving him worried by my locker

Jimin told everyone or just namjoon that I was crying because he texted me not long after the next class had started.

he asked me if I was alright, and if i wanted to ditch class and meet where we always did. but I honestly just wanted to be alone.

jungkook the kid who looked like he was so fucking friendly turned to be a bitch, I felt disrespected. I had done nothing wrong. And the way he treated me made me feel like shit. I was ready to have a whole break down here in class.

I tried to pay attention to the teacher but my ass hurts as I sit where he hit me.

why did he have to have such a heavy hand.

I grab my bag and close my book. getting up from the desk, i walk out the room. ignoring the calls from my teacher.

I walk down the hall, going towards the exit that faced the parking lot. I take out my phone and call the one person i never thought I would need

"hello?" my dad was confused, why wouldn't he be. I've never called him. I was quiet, not knowing what to say.

"hello?"

"y/n?"

"y/n? what's wrong? why aren't you answering"

i covered my mouth as tears flowed out my eyes "dad" my voice cracks and he hears that i'm crying

"y/n what's wrong?" his voice filled with worry

"can you please come pick me up"

"what? where's jimin"

"in class, please don't call him"

"y/n i-"

"dad please just do this for me, please come get me I'm fucking shaking"

Growing up I never had a dad to pick me up when I fell, I didn't have anyone to go to when I was getting bullied. My mom was always busy and this man wanted nothing to do with me. During events my mom would show up but everyone else had a dad. I was a outcast.

All does things were childish, falling down. I learned I could get up on my own. When someone bullied me, I learned how to fight back. When someone called me names, I learned to turn the other cheek. I didn't have to hold anyones hand to cross the street. And i learned to treasure myself.

but how do I learn to let go when someone disrespects me the way jungkook did. telling namjoon would just start a fight, telling jimin wouldn't make a difference. ]

Wouldn't I just be the problem.

If I had listened to jimin none of this would've happened.

"i'm coming alright" his voice brought me back from my pathetic thoughts

"thanks dad"

he didn't take long to get to school. once i got in the car he texts jimin, letting him know that he picked me up.

jimin calls him right after he sees the message but my dad didn't answer. putting his phone on the cup holder on silent. I did the same thing.

"home?" he asks as he kept his eyes on the road

"i don't wanna go home"

"then we don't go home..have you eaten?"

"no"

"do you want to eat?" i stared out my window "no"

"i'll take you somewhere, that i hope helps you feel better"

I fell asleep as he drove to who knows where.

-----

"wake up" he taps my shoulder, I look up. squinting my eyes as the sudden light makes them sting.

And the sound of water makes me sit up. He brought me to the beach. "we brought you here when you learned to walk. around this time of the year, the turtles come out to do their nest and lay eggs"

I pull the door handle, stepping out of the car. the beach was empty. it was just my dad and me hearing the sound of the waves hit the shore.

"when you were small, you ran around chasing the crabs. we told you not to touch them and you didn't listen. you grabbed it and threw the crab at jimin" he laughs "your mom said you were gonna be troublesome"

" I didn't interpret that from your actions, I just thought you were gonna be fearless" I stare at my dad as he looks at the water "I don't know what upset you this bad, but you shouldn't run from it"

"you can tell me, and i'll fix it" he looks at me, and i've never seen him more serious than now. even when he tells me to go cover up more when he doesn't like my outfits.

"I had a project once, they asked me to say a special moment i had with my dad in front of the class. and bring some thing that reminded me of it" I take my shoes off leaving them in the car, I walk to water.

"y/n the water is cold" he calls out

the water covers my feet as I get to the shore, I look around and find two shells that looked the same. walking back to my dad i grab his hand, putting one of the shells on his palm

"i didn't have something back then, i'm glad I do now" we stayed quiet for the rest of the time we were there. He helped me rinse my feet of the sand. And I just sat on the hood of the car. looking out at the water, jungkook didn't cross my mind once.

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Open Books (35) | Kim Namjoon

An unpredicted switch of journals brings two strangers close. Strangers with similarly perturbing experiences, and beautifully healing souls. Abused, bullied, and traumatized, they help each other, and those around them break away from similar experiences, heal and grow gracefully. With thoughtful emotions, and ever growing minds, Y/n and Namjoon are delicate heroes. They understand the best in each other, and the worst, like open books.

Tags/Warnings :- Child abuse, domestic violence, traumatized characters, bullying, self harm, mentions of toxic relationships, angst. I know it's dark but trust me it gets better! namjoonXreader, Namjoon and Y/n, A slow burn romance, fluff, strangers to friends, strangers to lovers, self love, healing, etc.

Cross posted on Wattpad

Written by Author G

Word count :- 2.1k Words

Additional Warnings :- AN UNOFFICIAL DATE! HONESTLY TOO FRICKING CUTE-

Masterlist Previously Next

~Open Minds & Open Hearts~

"You sure you want to go out like this?" Bo-ra asks before taking a sip of her coffee, eyeing Y/n's outfit up and down with a shake of her head, feigning pity.

"Yeah. Why?" Y/n inquires, confused. She doesn't see anything wrong with her choice of clothing. A dark blue jeans paired with a high neck crème colored ribbed top and chunky brown sweater. Perfectly cozy and comfortable.

"Nothing much.." Bo-ra replies, a playful smirk making it's way onto her face before she continues "I just thought you would dress up all fancy since it's a date" she winks at Y/n, teasingly emphasizing on the 'date'.

"First off, it's not a date. Sure, I may.." Y/n pauses, blushing as she sighs with an eye roll " I may like him, but that doesn't mean it's a 'date'. He thinks of me as a friend, and there are.. I have boundaries, you know?"

"Yeah sure." Bo-ra scoffs, pushing Y/n out the door with a hard pat.

"Yaah! That hurt"

"Have fun!!" she laughs heartily before slamming the door right in Y/n's face making her giggle with a shake of her head.

****

"No ma'am" Y/n laughs, Namjoon joining in "We're just friends" he lies with a smile.

"Ok. If you say so" The elderly woman replies teasingly before handing over their tickets to him, scoffing with a laugh once she sees through the lie.

It was a lie indeed. He knew it. She knew it. They just didn't know that they thought of it the same way. Oblivious to the fact that instead of watching the movie, they kept stealing glances of each other when the other wasn't.

Even if it wasn't an official date per se, they were equally nervous, flustered and excited when they thought of it as one. They had both put in an extra ounce of effort to make themselves look charming, although they were sure that the other wouldn't think of them as anything more than a friend.

But, it just makes their situation all the more sweet. There's an equal amount of effort which the both of them put into their relationship, platonically and more, and that's what makes them perfect for each other. If only they would open their minds to the wonderful possibility.

****

"Exactly!" Y/n exclaims enthusiastically when Namjoon shares his thoughts about the movie as they walk down the path that leads back to their university.

A beautiful sight, golden brown leaves gently laid out on the ground as if their sole purpose was to decorate the otherwise empty streets.

"And to think she had the clue right under her nose all along" Namjoon laughs with a smirk.

"Did you notice the extra pr-" Y/n starts only to be cut off by Namjoon "You wanna go check that out?" He refers to the small accessory stall a few feet away from them.

"I have time so why not?" Y/n grins before grabbing his palm in her warm one, pulling him along with her as she runs over to the stall whilst he laughs, not letting go of his hand even after they reach.

"These are so cute!" Y/n coos, smiling warmly towards the stall owner before she picks up a dog keychain, waving it in front of Namjoon's face, staring into his eyes in the process.

Almost as if on cue, they are suddenly very aware of the fact that their hands are still linked. Y/n immediately lets go and clears her throat as a blush paints her face, the butterflies in her stomach consuming her dreamily.

For the first time, Namjoon notices it. He notices the way she seems so fidgety, flustered and downright adorable.

His heart flutters at the thought. She's.. blushing? And, because of him? No way.. There's now way she likes him.

While Namjoon is occupied with his thoughts, Y/n shakes herself out of the awkward moment and hands over money to the stall owner with a smile and a thankyou once the middle aged man gives her the chibi cactus keychain she had selected.

"Here." Y/n says, handing it over to him with a smile.

"What's this for?" Namjoon asks, the blush that painted his face earlier still present.

"It's cute. It reminds me of you" Y/n confesses, taking his hand in hers gently before placing the accessory in his palm.

Did I just call him cute?

Lucky for Y/n, the ring of her phone cuts off the silence that blanketed the air. She excuses herself and moves away to answer the call.

Namjoon notices how she once again is flustered and.. the comment she made doesn't fly past him either.

There's no way she likes him.. right?

He's not so sure anymore, and that makes him ecstatic, a tickling blush lingering on the tip of ears.

Still partially lost in thoughts, Namjoon moves to pick up a small koala keychain where the cute animal is clinging onto an equally adorable tree, sleeping as it does. With a smile, he hands over the keychain to the vendor who names the price.

"That was Mrs. Kim." Y/n cheers just as Namjoon completes paying the stall owner.

"I.. don't remem-" Namjoon states with a nervous smile, laughing once Y/n cuts him off with an eager nod of her head and they start walking down the road once more.

"She is the professor that assigned me with the website" Y/n says hurriedly. "Anyways, guess what?! She approves of the theme, and," Taking a much needed breath from all the eager blabbering, Y/n continues "She assessed my essay! I got straight A's for ALL of them !" She concludes, jumping on the spot.

"That's wonderful! I'm not surprised though. You worked hard." Namjoon says with a proud smile, giving her a high five.

Way too caught up in the moment, Y/n gives Namjoon a quick hug, whispering out a happy 'thankyou'

Although the hug is a very quick one, it is enough to send the both of them into a frenzy.

"Well.. we better hurry up. I still have to go back home and revise for tomorrow's classes" Y/n smiles, trying to dissipate the awkward atmosphere.

"Yeah, sure." Namjoon blushes, looking down at the floor with a small smile.

"Yeah.." Y/n awkwardly sighs, heart beating a million miles per hour, as she mentally scolds herself for being so stupid.

They were both pathetically oblivious to the fact that they were equally flustered.

If only they would open their hearts to the beautiful possibility that it indicated.

****

"The band is moving in tomorrow, by the way" Namjoon informs Y/n once they reach the gates of her rented flat.

"I'm proud of you Joon" Y/n confesses truthfully to which Namjoon smiles with a soft laugh.

"Here." Namjoon fishes the koala keychain out from the pocket of his sweatshirt, taking Y/n's warm hand in his, placing the gift in her hand.

"I love it!" Y/n smiles fondly, encasing the cute present in her palm and Namjoon swears that he can see a hue of pink decorating her cheeks and ears.

Deciding to test the waters, he mimics her comment from earlier rather boldly.

"It's cute. It reminded me of you" he smirks slightly once he sees her biting her lip as if to stop herself from smiling.

Oh yeah. He's on top of the world right now.

The smirk soon turns into a cheeky smile when he sees her mumble out a 'thankyou' followed by a 'goodbye', only to trip on her own feet like the clumsy person she is as she tries to leave. With a quick move, he holds her by the shoulder and helps her steady her footing, the cheeky smile not leaving his face.

Y/n feels like her heart is about to explode when she sees his smile from up so close.

Lord. She really was falling hard.

Chuckling nervously, she mumbles something about him being mean for laughing at her to which he simply grins with a 'bye'.

The mere thought of her liking him back made him feel as though he was on top of the world. Not because it boosted his ego, but because she may like him back. Because she may like him back just as much as he does. Because she may like him for.. well, him.

It could be that Namjoon believes in the possibility only because he desperately wants it to be true. However, there's a small part of himself that knows he believes it because it is true.

As soon as Y/n steps into the comforts of her shared apartment, she squeals under her breath, cringing at herself almost immediately once she notices Bo-ra standing in the kitchen, her calculus book in one hand, a pencil in the other as she watches her intently with a gaze that Y/n knew far too well.

"Come on. Spill it" Bo-ra smirks, placing the book and pencil on the counter with a dull thud before she walks over to Y/n with comically heavy steps.

"There's nothing to-" " Are you lying to me Ms. Y/n?" Even after you promised not to hide anything from me?" Bora cuts her off, one hand against her chest feigning heartbreak as she falls to the floor with a dramatic cry.

"Yaaa. You can't be exploiting a promise as pure and beautiful as that!?!" Y/n exaggerates.

"For real though. What happened?" Bora asks cheekily, getting up from the floor before dusting her pants for any non-existent dust.

"Well, the movie was great."

Silence.

"You really want to kill me don't you Bo-ra ssi? Ok fine" Y/n jokes with an eye roll. "I gave him a keychain, a cactus one. And he gifted me.. this" She holds out the cute koala and Bo-ra squeals, a laugh following not long after.

"By the way!" Y/n kicks off her socks and shoes. "Mrs. Kim called. I got all A's for the essay's!!"

Within a heartbeat, Bo-ra hugs Y/n tight, jumping up and down after moving back.

"I'm so fricking happy for you!"

Although Y/n wants to reply to the statement, she doesn't. She is far too lost in her thoughts to respond.

"Imayhavehuggedhim" Y/n mumbles out quickly, walking away from Bo-ra to sit on the couch knowing she would not be able to stop herself from blushing.

"I'm sorry. WHAT?!" Bo-ra asks, eyes wide like saucers as she dramatically exclaims, following Y/n to sit on the couch's arm.

"I was way too excited and- I.. hugged him." Y/n explains lookin like a guilty child.

"Oh my lord" Bo-ra exaggerates, before she continues. "You're so cute!!!

Once again, there's a guilty look that accompanies the pink shade on Y/n's face.

"Ok, what now? What did you do Lee Y/n?"

"I may have also said that the keychain I bought for him looked cute"

"So...?" Bo-ra urges, not really understanding why that seemed to bother the girl so much.

"I said that the keychain looked cute- and that it reminded me of him" Y/n looks down at the floor, biting her lip to prevent herself from smiling.

"You- you're- is this Y/n?!?" Bo-ra laughs, finding it hard to believe.

"There's actually more..."

"Ok that's it. You're an imposter aren't you?!"

"Now, I don't know if I'm overthinking it, but, when he gave me the koala keychain, he said something" Y/n takes a deep breath in before exhaling "His words were - It's cute. It reminded me of you"

Bo-ra stands up from the couch, throwing her hands in the air as if to say 'I'm so done with this'.

"Wait a minute- You tripped after he said that didn't you? This happened in front of the gate?" She asks knowingly.

"Y-yes, but how did you know?"

"I saw it happen. And to think you said 'The movie was great' to summarize the day would be enough is downright- is downright so cruel"

"Forget about it now. What did you do today?" Y/n tries to divert the excited girl's thoughts.

Key word being 'tries'.

"I spent some time on Netflix and then revised for tomorrow's test. And don't try to divert the topic because it ain't happening"

"Do you realize what this could mean Y/n? He definitely likes you.." Bo-ra smiles wide once she sees that Y/n was considering it, the reddish-pink tint on her bestie's face depicting the fact.

The thought of him liking her back made Y/n feel warm. Content. Although she did not consider it to be true before today, the day's events definitely made it seem like it could be a very real possibility. A real, heartwarming and aesthetic possibility.

This was a new start for them. A charming start. One where they could spend time together trying to understand how the other person feels rather than focusing on their own feelings. A start which could be initiated only because they opened their minds, and hearts to the beautiful possibility of more.

#angst #fluff #namjoon x y/n #childabuse #namjoon x reader #selflove #healing #namjoonff #domesticviolence #open books #namjoon #slowburn!au #romance #bestfriends!

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Somebody Does Love | MYG

Pairing: BestFriend!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Idol au

Synopsis: You never wanted to burden Yoongi with your problems, he was healing and you weren’t even close but he was your best friend and he’d always turn up for you.

Warnings: Depression, self depreciation, implied self harm.

WC: 2.1k

Posted: 18 August 2023

It didn't take much for Yoongi to worry about you. He could tell something was wrong by something as simple as the way you worded a text or how you carried yourself on a particular day. In fact, he knew you better than you knew yourself. Habits, tastes, quirks. Some of which he'd tell you, others he kept to himself because he didn't want you to stop doing them, because he knew you'd stop if he did.

He knew you well enough that you'd stop all the things he loved most about you if he uttered a word about them, it was a habit of yours he hated. You never did it consciously, of course. It was like it was programmed into you that the second someone told you they loved a feature, you’d change it or one of your quirks, you'd stop doing it almost instantly.

And that list of things he loved was long. He'd probably have to write a book, but there were things he hated, one in particular.

You never wanted to bother him with your problems.

It drives him mad.

He's your best friend, Yoongi would remind you constantly. You're problems were his problems and vice versa. someone broke your heart? They broke his. Someone mistreated him? They mistreated you.

One thing always remained certain for both of you, no one would argue it. You'd take a bullet for each other in a heartbeat.

"You've been staring at the same screen for twenty minutes, hyung." Namjoon broke the silence of Yoongi's studio, interrupting the elder's thoughts.

"Sorry, You wanted something?" Yoongi asked nonchalantly as he swung his chair to face Namjoon, greeting him with a forced smile.

Namjoon held up a set of headphones he'd taken from one of the shelves in Yoongi's studio. "Mine broke, I knew you had a spare."

Yoongi rolled his eyes endearingly, a small breathly laugh slipped out.

"It wasn't my fault this time!" Namjoon protested his innocence.

For once, it actually wasn't the clumsy man-child’s fault.

"Ah yes, it's the little man that mysteriously comes in your studio and breaks all your stuff," Yoongi teased.

"Uhm, It was, actually." A blush rose on Namjoons cheeks, whether he wanted to admit it or profusely deny it, he could give a tomato a run for its money. "Jimin was in.. he.. sat on them."

"Suuure," he teased further, "I'm sure that’s what he, no, the two of you, were doing."

"Hyung!"

"Dongsaeng?" Yoongi hummed, giving Namjoon a knowing look.

"Back to the original point," Namjoon deflected. "Are you okay? You were miles away."

"I'm fine," Yoongi looked back at the lyrics on the screen, his expression changing instantly. "It's y/n."

"Is she okay?"

"I don't know" He rested back on his chair while running his hands through his long, fluffy hair. "I haven't heard from her in two days. I was meant to have dinner with her and got really into writing this song and I had an idea for the beat and went all in. She knows I get like that sometimes, and that's the reason when I don't reply."

"Sometimes." Namjoon rolled his eyes jokingly.

"I messaged her that I was sorry and we should have breakfast, no reply. I text about dinner an hour ago, and it's not even delivered."

"You're telling me this like you've never just welcomed yourself into her apartment a million and one times." Namjoon reminded him with a raised brow.

"I really have to fin.."

"GO!" Namjoon ordered his hyung. "Leader privileges," he defended quickly when he realised how abrupt he was while still pointing towards the studio door.

He didn't wait a second longer. Even leaving the studio in his slides, forgoing the Nike dunks by the door. Leaving Namjoon to save his work and sort all his equipment which he gladly did. He was worried about you too, more so because you meant so much to someone that meant equally as much to him. Thirteen years isn't easily forgotten, and you were there too.

He made it to your apartment twenty minutes later, letting himself in like it was his own home.

The sight he saw was enough to cause an ache, vice like grip on his heart.

Quickly making his way to be by your side.

With gentle calloused fingertips your best friend tilted your chin up, his smile was warm and inviting, but his eyes were filled with worry and sadness, even guilt for not noticing something was wrong sooner.

The pad of his thumb wiped away the tears that stained your cheeks, neither set of eyes straying from the others, you only briefly cut eye contact to blink away oncoming tears as they clouded your vision.

You weren’t there, not really. Yoongi knew better than to pressure you into talking, so he stayed silently knelt in front of you for a moment, his large hands engulfing your little ones before bringing them towards his lips for a quick peck before he took a seat beside you. He took you into his arms and kept you close until you stopped crying, not a care for the time that went by or the fact that his phone kept going off. It wasn't important, not right now.

“You're gonna be okay,” He talked softly, quiet as a mouse like he was afraid to startle you.

He repeated himself over and over, followed by 'i love you', 'you're safe with me" and every other sweet thing he’d ever told you. Your cries eventually turned into quiet hiccups to unsteady breaths and eventually a quiet calm, the room filled with nothing but your breaths and the noises from the street outside.

You stayed like that, in the comfort of his arms, in silence. An hour went by, maybe more.

He looked down at you, almost falling asleep from exhaustion, your entire face red and puffy from so much crying. All the overwhelming feelings all on your own, so intensely burst like a dam. He wasn't leaving your side, music would have to wait. For as long as you needed him, he was going to be there.

"Don't sleep, jagiya. Let me make you something to eat, alright? We'll get you cleaned up and in some fresh clothes. You can sleep after that."

You shook your head.

"Yes," Yoongi told you sternly, not too harsh, but he wasn't going to let you keep doing this to yourself, not on his watch. "I will chew it for you and spit it in your mouth like a mother bird, if i have too."

You scrunched up your face in disgust, causing Yoongi to chuckle softly.

"That's what I thought."

You didn't protest when Yoongi ushered you into your room, you didn't want to hurt him. He was getting you in the bath regardless. It wasn't like he hadn't seen you naked before, definitely not under the same circumstances, but it didn't faze him then, and it won't faze him now.

He went into the bathroom and starting filling the bath, picking your favourite bathbomb and dropping it into the bath, smiling to himself as it turned purple and a light lavender scent began to fill the air. He grabbed some towels and put them in the dryer to warm up for you before coming to help you out of your clothes.

"Do you trust me?" He asked.

"Always," you replied in a coarse whisper.

He was careful, gentlemanly, checking your face for any sign you were uncomfortable. You were okay until he went to help you out of your tracksuit bottoms, he watches your hands clutch tighter to the bedsheet and the faint hitch in your breath.

"I'm sorry," you tell him before nodding in permission for him to take them off.

He took one look at your thighs before looking up at you, leaning up to press a light kiss on your forehead. "Don't ever apologise for how you feel, I just wish you'd told me it was getting this bad again."

He wrapped his arm around your body, helping you toward the bathroom and helped you step into the bath. He relaxed a little when he heard you hum as you lowered into the water.

"Is it hot enough?” he asked, watching for any discomfort.

“S’good.” you hum, tracing over the bubbles with the tips of your fingers. Yoongi watched on with a little smile before he sat himself on the edge of the bath, reaching for your favourite body wash and a soft sponge, opting for the soft option rather than a loofah.

He squeezed a drop of soap onto the sponge and scrunched it together in his hands until it was covered in vanilla scented suds.

“Tell me to stop if you want me too,” he told you, leaning forward to get a look at you when you didn't reply. You nod for him to go on, even though you were miles away. He could tell by your eyes, he decided to just get on with it. He moved gently around your back, air in the bathroom filled with it's vanilla scent, mixing with the lavender. It was even making him sleepy. He watched you close your eyes beginning to relax as he continued on.

Once he had you covered in bubbles he rinsed you off with a cup he had sitting near by in the water and began washing the bubbles off. He saw your back rise and fall with a deep breath, a yawn he came to realise. He glanced at your face and your eyes in a fight to stay open as you moved your hands up to your face slowly and rubbed at your eyes for a moment before dropping your hands back into the water. Yoongi smiled. You looked adorable, if he was honest.

He was equally as gentle when washing your hair, missing some of your routine but the goal was to get your freshened up and comfortable, not Miss Universe.

“You can lay back now if you want.” Yoongi offered, you sighed and slumped in the tub, body sinking into the bubbles.

"Why do you do this for me? You're always there." You finally spoke more than one word.

"Because even if everything else was to disappear, I know you'll always be there."

"What if I'm not strong enough?"

"You are," he told you, leaning down to kiss your forehead again before he left for the kitchen to make you a quick snack, knowings it’s probably all you could stomach or be bothered to eat.

Crackers and a makeshift topping would have to do because it was all you had.

He brought everything you two would need for the night including the hot towels from the dryer to the bedroom before Yoongi helped you out of the bath, taking you into the bedroom wrapped up in the toasty towel to get you dried off and into some PJs.

“Which Pyjamas do you want?”

You pointed to him with a sweet, innocent smile.

“My top?” he chuckled. “Really?”

“Please?” and like clockwork you put on your best puppy dog eyes. Jungkook taught you well because Yoongi could never say no.

He rolled his eyes playfully and took off his shirt, pulling it over your head for you and smiled contently when he took a look at you. “You’re so adorable,” he smiled up at you before instructing you to sit between his legs with the hairbrush he had in hand.

You sat in front of him, lightly snacking away on the food he gave you when you sat down while he brushed through your hair, effortlessly putting it into two french braids. He’d watched you do it enough times and he was a quick learner, especially if it was taking up his cuddling time with you.

When you finished eating, Yoongi went to tidy up while you got yourself into bed. Half asleep when he came to join you, he switched off the light and climbed into bed with you.

Instantly cuddling into him with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you began to drift off to sleep.

“Can I play you a song I’ve been working on?” he asked, cuddling you in close.

Yoongi presses play on his phone as you nod.

Somebody does love but I'm thinking ‘bout you.

He watched as you drift off to sleep, running his hands through your hair, softly singing along until his eyes fell heavy and he drifted off too.

Maybe one day he’d tell you the song is for you.

Authors Note: A huge thank you to @sopebubbles /@sopebubbles-replies for encouraging me to write this fic and proof reading, it's been a long time coming for her, you have no idea! also my bestie @lifeinakpopbubble who never thought she'd see this day.

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nexus (m) part 4

pairing: ot7 x f-reader | smut: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader

premise: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest

summary: the murder of your best friend prompts you to team up with a vengeful detective to navigate a web of lies, betrayals and love. trust no one. people are never who they seem, and the most horrid one of all might just be the one you love most

characters: detective!jungkook, ex/bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model!hoseok, therapist!jimin

genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime/mafia!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au

wordcount: 8.8k

warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes, proceed with caution. public sex, dirty dancing hehe, breast play, degradation kink, some hand stuff, fingering, dubious consent, somnophilia, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, obsessive, possessive, manipulative behavior & themes, allusions to gambling addiction, implied stalking behavior, mentions of psychiatric facilities, implied sexual trauma, depiction of unethical therapy, physical violence (jk beats jimin up woo), slight slut shaming, gaslighting, alcohol use, partying, themes of social class resentment, but! also! love confessions! kissing! and! reunions! but lots of angst

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“Taehyung” The name left your lips in a shudder. Shut eyes quivering, entrapping you in your nightmare.

Miles away, Taehyung stared out the window. The rolling hills hinting at a familiarity. His head ached, he felt nauseous as the vibrations of Jungkook’s car hit his core. He didn’t want to see you—not that anyone would understand. He remembered you vividly—remembered his own infatuation with you. You were a shining idol in his eyes. Someone who he looked at in awe, like he did his eldest brother.

Years locked away can change one’s perception.

Years left alone can brew resentment.

You never came for him. He was certain you didn’t even try.

A grin tugged at his lips.

The name uttered from your lips had Jimin’s eyes shooting open. Woken up from a dream—the dream where you and him were forever, and he wasn’t pretending. A world where you loved him—Park Jimin.

Your body lay curled into itself. He couldn’t help but touch you—fingers drawn to the curve of your back. Trailing down softly. You were a troubled sleeper. He could see it in the way you flinched at his actions.

Pulling you into his warmth, he kissed the nape of your neck with a loving tenderness, ghosting up to your ear where he whispered your name sweetly.

Your name. The first words Seokjin ever said to him. He was the most complex patient he’d ever faced. One that brought meaning to his monotonous existence.

Jimin had been bored. Bored with his brilliant mind that allowed him to become a young doctor. Bored with his high profile patients who were all simply rotten with their first-world problems. He was losing his mind. Day in and day out—stuck within the four walls of his office. One brat in, another out.

Kim Seokjin was a special case. He had asked him simply—what’s on your mind?

You. You were on Jin’s mind.

It was tough to say if you had a leash on him, or he you. As Jin would ramble on about how he couldn’t rationalize his feelings for you, Jimin would bite back his smile, scribbling the word obsessed onto his notebook.

The irony.

It started as curiosity. Jimin had a reputation for being successful with all his patients, but it often required a hands on approach. In the corner of the casino, Jimin would observe you like an animal in the wild—you in your element. Throwing yourself at Jin’s elitist friends, while swindling them out of millions.

He watched you. Learned you. Studied you until he swore he could write a thesis.

And here you were.

Engaged. To be married. To be one.

Sighing deeply, he let his hand trail between your legs. Fingers prodding at your folds, smiling lazily at the way you’d twitch and shudder. Simply unphased. Deep in your sleep.

He let your wetness coat the sensitive pads of his fingers. Nose pressed against your neck, he inhaled, reveling in your scent as his fingers pushed in and out of your cunt.

The intrusion into your tight walls was slick. Yet you accepted him so well he simply had to add another. He still couldn’t believe he got to have you—got to cum inside you. Something he knew for a fact Jin never had the pleasure of doing.

Jin was an enigma and you were his doll. His plaything where he could easily manipulate your surroundings and puppet you without you realizing it. A fascinating man. Attached to you like a baby to a binkie. As if knowing you since birth gave him some right over your life.

Jin had cameras set up in your house, which he revealed in a delusional confession about how he was upset his younger brother had taken your virginity. Of course, Jimin already knew this. He hacked into them to watch you as well.

Jimin chuckled to himself. You were so naïve. Clueless. Didn’t know how badly you needed Jimin to save you. Jin was far more dangerous than Jimin could ever be.

Jimin was simply there to fill the hole in your heart. Ease the tension between your legs where he let his flushed tip prod. Cock heated with need, heavy with desire. He cursed, sliding his shaft through your folds slowly. Your body responding through subtle twitches. Cunt seeping at his touch.

His cock sunk inside you with ease, feeling you clench down violently at the intrusion. Your body shifting, coming alive, regaining consciousness, because here he was to save you from yourself. You knew not what forces bound you. Kept you from freedom. Jimin was here now. He would take care of everything, lest you worry your pretty little head.

He’d keep you safe. Away from the Kim brothers, away from the judgements of society. He would purify you. Wash out your sins with his cum, fuck you until you only knew pleasure in his name.

“Taehyung” Your lips parted, forehead furrowing as you realized your reality. He shushed you—you wouldn’t want to make him angry with that name, would you? Maybe one day he would tell you to call him Jimin. Under the guise of roleplay, or perhaps, if you had no escape.

“Good morning, princess” He could feel you shudder. He was so deep in your trenches you couldn’t move. Couldn’t run from him—his hands slipping over your breasts. Pinching at your nipples. He cooed at the warmth spreading to your cheeks. The way your eyes fluttered, euphoric in feeling. Wedging himself even further inside of you with a sharp thrust.

You yelped, a soft, gorgeous sound which he elicited with every move. Tight, rough—as he hooked your leg over his arm. The other wrapping generously around your neck. Your back arched against him, his teeth shadowing over your ear. Splashing into your waters, he rammed into you like a fever. Balls slapping against your ass, smacks echoing through the serene room. Tangled with the early morning sunrise.

He could easily lose himself in your sensation. How Jin time and time again passed up the chance, he knew not. The man had self-restraint, if nothing else. Your pussy squeezed the life out of him, making him want to give you everything he had and more. For what purpose was anything else? This is all he ever wanted—all he ever needed. Fucking into you just like this. He’d make you fall so in love you’d never want to leave. Exist pliant with his cock stuffing you as he pleased. His own princess. His virtue and his demise.

“Taehyung” Your voice muffled by lack of air. His hand so tight around your throat, constricting more when you uttered that damned name. “C-can’t breathe” You slapped his hand, as though signaling him to release you. Jimin chuckled, as if you had any say in this.

You were a puppet even before he came into your life. A puppet before he knew of your existence. Why should you ever be anything else? You didn’t know any better. Nevertheless he let you breathe, let you gasp for air because he wanted you to remember that he allowed it. He listened and he cared. Shoving you onto your stomach, he battered himself back onto you, ass cushioning his pistoning hips. You were a means to his end. He wanted to die buried inside you like this, so close to his edge his vision was red hot. The unsatisfying and addictive heat sprawling over his bare chest.

Teeth digging into his own lip, the best and worst sensation combined. He didn’t want the pleasure to stop, the tight, unwavering grip of your cunt as his cock hit you straight in your core. Over and over again, fusing your bodies together. Holding down your shoulders, keeping you in place as he pounded into you with fury.

He swore he’d never been so high in his life—no ecstasy could quite compare. The bed creaking underneath. The only sounds of your bodies clashing, your lips gasping and him—groaning deep as his cock twitched inside you. Swelling before everything snapped at once. Dozed over, cum spilling hot inside of you. He collapsed onto your back, spent for all his worth. Keeping himself nested in you even while he kissed your cheeks.

You slipped away from him, limp cock falling out as you reached for a robe. He admired the brief glimpse of his cum, sticky between your thighs.

“You awoke a beast in me” Jimin chuckled shyly, resuming his act as the whipped Kim Taehyung. “Couldn’t even help myself”

Jungkook gripped the wheel of his car with a ferocity that had his knuckles turning white. The tension in the car thick. In the rearview mirror he could see him. Kim Taehyung. The root cause of all the shit he’d ever faced. The rat that sold out his father and got him killed.

He could never forget. Never forget the eyes that watched in horror as his father was shot by an animal. Jungkook so badly wanted to blame him. To let out his anger and get his revenge on this bastard—but he couldn’t.

For your sake.

You were the centerpiece now. Caught in a web of whose design—Jungkook was still trying to figure out. Internally he battled his opportunity to avenge his father, with his duty to you as a Detective. You fucking little brat who he loathed and yet had an inexiplicable desire to shield you from all harm.

His foot lowered on the gas. Who knows what you were doing with this Park Jimin creep. Miles whizzed past as he sped up. What if you were hurt—what if he—

The Kim mansion was in sight. Jungkook parked the car, turning to face Taehyung with skepticism in his eyes. The boy had barely uttered a word in the car.

“Jimin could be armed and dangerous” Jungkook swallowed thickly, “I’ll go in first just to make sure, and I will bring Y/n to you. You guys wait here”

Taehyung looked down at his hands. He was playing with something in his palms. Finally looking up, Jungkook was taken aback.

The look in his eyes was dark. Almost terrifying.

He said nothing. After getting an uncertain nod from Yoongi, Jungkook stepped out. Making his way to the side entrance, hand glazed over the gun sheathed by his side. With a light nudge, the door opened—he stepped inside, muddy shoes staining the crystal clean marbled floor.

Silently, he slipped through the halls of the maze-like home. He could hear something—following the echoes into the kitchen. You were there. Alone. Bent over the sink while the microwave hummed behind you.

You were choking out. Gagging as if you would throw up. Only a flimsy silk robe holding you together.

Jungkook’s gut twisted.

You didn’t.

He couldn’t afford to scare you in the state you were in. If you screamed, Jimin would know he was here. Quietly, he treaded towards you, nearing until he was close enough to lick the sweat beading on the hollow of your neck.

In a swift movement, his fingers covered your mouth. You jumped in shock, eyes wide. “It’s me” Jungkook assured you as you writhed in his hold. He repeated himself until it sunk in, whispering “It’s just me. Don’t scream”

Backing away from him, you wiped your mouth on your sleeve.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered angrily.

Jungkook’s eyes dropped to the cleavage of your robe, splitting open more than you likely meant it to. The round edges of your breast vulnerable to his sight. Flustered, you tightened it around your body, ignoring the dark flash in his eyes.

Jungkook’s eyes still steady on your chest before snapping back to reality. He looked at you, serious, “Are you alright?” He glanced towards the sink which was empty. “Sick?”

You shrugged, brushing off his concern. “Why the fuck are you here, Jungkook?”

“Did you fuck him?” You made a face. Sighing, Jungkook explained. “He’s not Kim Taehyung. He’s an imposter”

“Oh I know”

Jungkook’s lips pursed. “You know?”

Chuckling lightly, your head turned as the microwave began to beep. Grabbing what seemed to be a muffin, you casually took a bite. Jungkook squinted as your teeth sunk into the pastry, crumbs dotting the edge of your lips.

“Sure. Taehyung had a mole, it wasn’t there. This guy has the tattoo—Taehyung wasn’t there when they got it. And he won’t answer any questions about where he’s been.” You spoke while chewing, “You know but the way I knew for sure was when he began fucking me while I was asleep”

Jungkook’s jaw tensed.

“What?” He searched your eyes. Is that why you were—he looked again towards the sink.

“Yeah” Your voice was curt. He seriously questioned if you were hurting more than you let on “Maybe you and I should try it sometime. Kinda hot”

Jungkook huffed, “That’s not—”

“What?” You grinned at him, batting your eyelashes. Moving in closer as your finger hooked into the collar of his shirt, tugging playfully “You don’t wanna? Me lying all helpless while you ram your big fucking cock in,”

“Y/n” Jungkook’s voice raised sternly as he pushed your hand away.

“That’s what all you guys want anyway, to bend me over like a little brainless cocksleeve” You tossed the half of your muffin into the trash with a tantrum-like attitude.

“Tell me where he is” Jungkook heard you, took note of the subtle bitterness in your tone and to talk to you about it later, but focused on the task at hand. “He might be Jin’s killer”

You nodded, gulping down your bite. “He’s upstairs, follow me”

You led Jungkook through the halls, up the grand winding staircase of the foyer. A large, glimmering chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling. So much excess wherever Jungkook looked.

This was normal for you—this was your status quo. Your silk robes and ignorance. You slept with a man who could have killed your best friend—knowingly. Jungkook tried his hardest yet he swore he couldn’t understand a thing about you.

And he’d never care to admit just how much of his headspace you consumed.

If Jimin had hurt you.

If he had taken advantage of you in someway.

Jungkook’s fists tightened.

Opening the double doors to what he could only assume to be your bedroom, Jimin sat on the bed, waiting expectantly.

“Park Jimin, you’re under arrest under suspicion for the murder of Kim Seokjin” Jungkook slid past you quickly before Jimin could try to escape. He didn’t move, allowing Jungkook to handcuff him without resistance. He simply stared at you, amusement in his eyes.

“Murder?” Jimin tilted his head, grinning “I didn’t murder him baby”

“Why would I believe a fucking word you say?” You spat at him. Jungkook watched as your eyes flashed with rage. “You lied to me. You pretended to be my Taehyung”

“You’re gonna regret this” His smile didn’t waver. “You’re gonna wish you played along like the good little doll you are. What, you think this is good for you? Oh baby, you just wait. Put me behind bars and you see what hell is going to come knocking at your door. Who’s going to look out for you hm? This fucker?” He nodded in Jungkook’s direction.

Jungkook ignored him, calling on his radio for backup. Pulling Jimin to stand, he dragged him out the door. Jimin dug his heels in, slowing him down.

He laughed, a dark sinister cackle. “I’m the only one who cares about you Y/n. You think Jeon Jungkook is going to help you—please,” Jungkook shot him a glare, “You don’t know what I know”

“That’s enough” Jungkook roughly pushed him forward. Suddenly he heard something shatter.

You had thrown a vase in Jimin’s direction.

“You crazy prick” Your teeth were gritting. As though this were your last straw, letting down the series of dominos do drive you over the edge. “I’m not a doll—I don’t need anyone, least of all a fucking psycho like you!”

“You love it baby” Jimin taunted, “You think Jin is any better? He allowed it, princess. This was all his doing. I was perfectly content watching the footage he’d send me of the cameras he set up in your room—”

You lunged towards him, but Jungkook stepped in your path. Hands gripping your waist, holding you back. Touch gentle, but firm.

“Y/n” Jungkook whispered, “Easy”

“Let me fucking at him. I’ll show him”

“I know” Jungkook stood, pushing back as you tried to resist him, “Let me take him in okay. He’s gonna get what he deserves. Go grab something to wear” Jungkook urged, “Meet me downstairs, yeah?”

You frowned slightly, before ultimately agreeing. Jungkook exhaled, turning back to a thoroughly entertained Jimin. He swung a punch straight into his gut, causing Jimin to buckle over. Immediately then grabbing his neck, choking him as he lifted him onto his toes.

“That’s for Y/n” Jungkook hissed, “Psycho” Jimin squirmed in his hold, but Jungkook simply tightened his fingers. Jimin’s smile grew.

“As if you wouldn’t have done the same, Detective. Like father like son”

Jungkook tossed him across the room. Crashing into the wall, Jimin let out a pained grunt. The officers had arrived. He left Jimin on the floor, knowing he’d have nowhere to run.

Downstairs you waited, a baggy shirt and sweats which likely belonged to one of the brothers. Jungkook was reminded suddenly of who was waiting in his car. Police officers rushed passed him, grabbing Jimin and escorting him out. Jungkook took you and followed, watching as they drove off with him, twisted smile steady throughout it all.

“You good?” Jungkook asked again, voice barely above a whisper. His fingers brushing against your palm as if to nudge you. The sirens screamed loud in the distance. From the corner of his eye, he could see you take a deep breath.

He hated that he noticed. The way you fought to stay afloat through it all. He much preferred his own cowardly ignorance, where you were not someone he’d destroy in his quest, but rather righteous, deserving collateral.

Reality kicked in. Taehyung was waiting to see you in the car. He wondered if maybe throwing that on you now in the state you were would be unwise.

Maybe he just didn’t want you to meet Taehyung. He wanted to talk to you. Ask about what you said before, make sure you were really alright.

Unfortunately for him, the choice was robbed.

“Namjoon?”

The look in your eyes made Namjoon’s heart crumble. You looked so hurt. So betrayed.

Namjoon looked between you at the man by your side—vaguely familiar. He glanced as his badge to see Detective Jeon roughly inscribed.

“Bold of you to show up here” The detective muttered; arms crossed over his chest.

“Hobi said you called so I came”

It was a poor excuse. Just like when his mother died, again he had ignored your needs. Disappearing wordlessly, abandoning you when you needed him most. Left you to face your grief, the pain from Jin’s death which was no doubt hitting you the hardest of all.

How could he ever explain himself? Justify himself or earn back your trust? He was never blind to your affection, but simply possessed by a battle more prominent at the time. A battle with his brother which in hindsight felt pointless. The demands of the company consumed his every waking moment.

You said nothing. Simply stared at him in shock. He longed to reach out, to hold you, and offer a shoulder to lean on. Doubt held him back.

“Are you okay? The cops outside told me what happened. About the imposter.”

Still nothing.

“I can’t believe I didn’t know, I hadn’t seen him since—”

“You killed Jin”

Your voice boomed. Echoed through the grand walls of the foyer. Seething with anger, your jaw clenched. Tears brimming at the edges of your red eyes.

The words stung. Stung because he couldn’t say you were wrong. Because you could be saying fact—and Namjoon didn’t know if he killed his brother or not.

“Y/n please”

He didn’t want to lie to you—perhaps it wasn’t lying until the trust was discovered.

“You killed him and I loved him”

Perhaps those words stung even more.

Namjoon reached for your hands. “I need you to know that I never wanted you to marry Taehyung. I never wanted to force you to do anything. You deserve to live your own life”

He fell to his knees, keeping your palms in his. Not knowing how else to beg for your forgiveness.

“I got so drunk the night he was killed. The night before your engagement because—fuck Y/n, I didn’t want to do this to you. I didn’t know how bad things were, I was so blind—I wish I could go back. Fight for you”

“Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t kill him Namjoon”

Namjoon swallowed tickly, diverting his eyes.

“Tell me the fucking truth”

He kissed your hand softly. He didn’t want to hurt you any more than he already had. But perhaps it was that mentality alone that was his biggest betrayal. His family’s biggest betrayal to you—lying. Lying under the guise of your protection when all it did was dig you a deeper grave.

“I-I don’t know” He confessed, giving in. This was how it had to be. This was the only way he could even hope to repair his relationship with you. Glancing briefly at the detective, he continued “Maybe”

He stood up, “Can we go somewhere quiet and talk, please?”

“Actually um—” Jungkook interrupted, only for Namjoon to shoot him a glare.

“Don’t you have a fucking criminal to interrogate? We’re obviously pressing charges. Go to your job—I don’t pay so much fucking tax so you can harass me and my—”

He bit his tongue.

“Fine” You broke the pause. “Let’s go talk.” Turning to the detective, you gave him a reassuring nod.

“Well can you please come to the station after?”

“She’ll come when she’s ready” Namjoon snapped. The detective rolled his eyes.

Namjoon took your hand in his again, leading you upstairs. Into your room. Noticing the messy sheets. The remnants of your clothes thrown around the room. His jaw hardened.

“You slept with him” Namjoon rationalized. “The imposter”

“Yeah, and?” Huffing, you leaned against the window. “I already feel shitty enough about it so don’t you run your mouth at me”

“No I—” He moved closer to you, searching your face. Your eyes mixed with vulnerability and resilience. You were tough, he knew that. He saw that so clearly even through the years he dismissed you. “Come here”

He pulled you into his chest, hand cradling the back of your head. He hugged you—he couldn’t remember the last time he had. Probably over a decade ago. He didn’t deserve to hold you, he knew it deep down. But whatever little he could offer you now, he would do it. He would do anything for you.

“I’m so sorry” He mumbled into the top of your head. “I won’t abandon you again, I promise”

He could feel your shoulders relax, your arms wrapping around his torso.

“This is your fault” You sobbed, “Everything is your fault Joonie”

“I know” He kissed your forehead, gazing into your teary eyes. His palm cupping your face, thumb wiping away your tears. His heart twisting in his chest.

Seconds passed so incredibly slow, yet too fast for him to think.

“I love you” His eyes widened as the words left his mouth. You blinked at him in confusion.

“W-what?”

“I know you hate me, and you have every right to. But I—I love you Y/n. I always have. Jin looming over my shoulder all my life just made me not realize it”

“Are you fucking kidding me Joonie? I always wanted you” You stared at him in disbelief. “You—you used me. I still have trouble opening my heart to anyone because of what you did to me—and now you’re saying you love me??”

“I know. Okay. I know what I did and I regret it every single day. I just hated Jin so much. More than I loved you, and now that Jin’s gone I can finally let myself feel it”

“You’re the fucking reason that I was engaged to Taehyung! I had a choice—I chose you”

Namjoon blinked. “Huh?”

“Yeah and you asked me if I loved Jin and I said I didn’t, so you told your mother to set me up with Taehyung”

“That’s not what happened”

“The fuck you mean it’s not what happened Joon? I clearly remember—”

“Y/n” Namjoon held your shoulders tightly, “I didn’t even know they asked you. Jin just told me one day. I swear”

You receded in silence.

“I’m pretty sure Jin was the one who decided too. Did you know, mom never left the company for him? He tricked me. Made me promise to see your engagement through and give him Nexus shares in exchange for the casinos”

You gulped, quiet for a moment to process before speaking: “He was also apparently seeing someone. A serious relationship”

“Yeah” Namjoon gulped. He had a pretty decent idea who it was, but didn’t want to tell you anything he didn’t know for sure. He’d put you through enough today. “I heard”

You gulped. Staring into his eyes. Until your eyes dropped to his lips. Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat. Rhythm rushing the blood in his veins.

“Namjoon—” You looked away, but Namjoon held your chin steady with his finger. Tilting your face up to his.

“I love you” He repeated. “I’m here now, nothing will happen to you. No one can hurt you anymore. Not even him”

He leaned in just a tad. Pausing to ensure you wanted this. He wouldn’t push you. Wouldn’t manipulate you ever again.

“Don’t”

A man’s voice came from the door.

“Please—don’t”

Jungkook rushed back to the car. Taehyung and Yoongi were clearly in the middle of some sort of intense discussion.

“Where is she?” Yoongi asked, looking around. He squinted at Namjoon’s car. “Wait—is that—”

“Yeah” Jungkook exhaled, turning on the engine, “Namjoon is back” He looked to Taehyung, “You can go in if you want, but we already arrested Jimin”

Taehyung remained still. Silent. Only the sound of his shaky breath until finally his eyes rose to meet Jungkook’s.

“Yeah” Jungkook glanced at Yoongi who shrugged. “I’ll go in”

“Do you want me to come with you Taehyung?” Yoongi reached out to him. Taehyung shook his head.

“Thanks Yoongi hyung. I should be fine. They’re family”

“Tell Y/n to call me when she can okay” Yoongi called out as Taehyung exited the car. Jungkook peered at him, an uneasy feeling in his gut. Alas he had more pressing issues at the moment. He rushed back to the station.

Jimin was locked in a cell when he arrived. Grinning wide. Infuriating Jungkook.

“You father would be so disappointed in you, interfering with the fall of the Kim’s” Jimin taunted from behind bars.

“You don’t know my father” He hissed under his breath.

“I was Kim Seokjin’s therapist—I know quite a bit about your father” Jimin walked up to the bars, pressing his face in between them. “And that he deserved to die”

“Enough” Jungkook snapped, his voice dropping low. “I have a few questions, and then I’m leaving you here to rot, got it?”

Jimin clicked his tongue in amusement. “Go ahead then. Ask me what you really want to know” He grinned wide, “Like how tight Y/n’s little cunt was”

Jungkook’s fist slammed against the pole. “Haven’t I beat you enough for today? Or are you a freak who likes it?”

“You like it too I bet. Beating people. Your dad sure did”

“Say one more thing about my dad” Jungkook hissed. Jimin pursed his lips in amusement.

“Am I in here because of impersonation? Because I didn’t commit any fraud, technically. Lying isn’t a crime”

“You’re a person of interest in the murder of Kim Seokjin”

Jimin giggled, “God, you’re all fucking idiots. I didn’t kill Seokjin. I was his doctor. And you can’t ask me about him because that information is protected by law”

“I can, since he’s fucking dead, and whatever he confessed in therapy might help us find out what happened”

“How long are you going to pretend, Jeon Jungkook?” Jimin asked, “How long are you going to act like this wasn’t all you?”

“Please—don’t”

Both you and Namjoon turned towards the voice. Namjoon’s lips parted in shock, while you stood—frozen in time.

Curly black hair. Eyes that glimmered so uniquely they made you want to stare at them for hours. Soft, thin lips. Pretty lashes. The resemblance was uncanny.

Pain seared through your chest.

“Taehyung?” Namjoon’s voice shattered your flashback. “Is that really you?”

He nodded, turning to his brother. Namjoon hesitated, before awkwardly opening his arms to embrace him. Taehyung melted into him—a boy reunited with his brother. It was a heartwarming sight.

“My god, Tae” Namjoon muttered, “Where the hell have you been?”

He turned back towards you. You were still too stunned to speak. His eyes scanned you up and down—in a way that made you feel like he could see through you. Straight to your bones.

“Hi” His eyes softened, but his face remained still. “Remember me?”

He must have spoken, but you couldn’t hear anything but your heart hammering in your ears. Panic flooding your veins. Your head feeling light—dizzy. Everything shifted, everything blurred.

"Are you scared of me, princess?"

There it was. The nickname. You stiffened as he leaned forward, fingers trailing up your jaw until he held your cheek in his palm. Held you gaze in his own, eyes drifting with mystery. His voice was so incredibly soft. Sweet even. Contrasting the ever so slightly amused glint in his eye.

You exhaled, heart throbbing through your ribs, almost to the point of suffocation.

"Hyung," Taehyung shifted to look at Namjoon who was watching the scene unfold intently, lips pursed in worry. Truth be told, he had been shocked at the intimate moment he almost walked in on. He never recalled Namjoon having any affection for you—or anyone for that matter. “Can we have a minute?”

"Yeah, of course. I’ll be in my room" Namjoon stood up slowly, looking to you for some sort of affirmation that it was okay to leave. You sent him a slight nod, to which his shoulders relaxed.

Ten years. Shocking nightmares every single night. Screaming to you, if maybe you might look back. If you might spare him a second glance and save him.

Taehyung was no idiot. He wasn’t oblivious to soft glances of attraction between you and Jin, speaking through nothing but the shy glimmer in your eyes.

Year after year passed, and he wondered if you’d care enough to find him. Wondered if you’d dare to question the actions of his brother—you didn’t.

And his resentment grew like a tumor in his soul.

You stood, a ghost from the past—a figment of this twisted reality. And Taehyung could finally drink you in. Your eyes were filled with a dead numbness. There used to be a light in there.

You were his princess. He was the first to say it, the first to think it, and as far as he was concerned the only one who truly had the right to call you it.

But where were you during his darkest days?

Your features softened, a mix of recognition and affection filling your gaze.

Taehyung didn’t know when he moved. Who moved first. The whole moment was a timeless blur. Wrapping his arms around you, the storm seemed to fade. All the years of separation melting away, resentment and distrust fading to dust, leaving only the warmth of your embrace.

He didn't want to hold you too tightly and yet, he couldn't bring himself to let go. Truth be told, Taehyung had never been more afraid in his entire life. Afraid of you. Afraid of his feelings for you.

Afraid of the ability you had to drive him completely and utterly insane.

“Are you real?” You looked into his eyes. “Fuck, Taehyung, I missed you so much”

Stepping away, he regarded you. Looking you up and down before his jaw hardened. The dark spells of his mind knocking on the forefront.

“You missed me?” He scoffed, tongue rolling in his cheek as he cocked his head. “You could have tried to find me, Y/n”

“Taehyung I—” His heart leapt when his name left your lips. “I don’t—I don’t even know why they sent you away”

“Did you try and find out?”

You gave him a guilty look. Reaching out for him but he flinched at your touch. “I thought about you all the time”

“Answer me” He snapped. You gulped.

“Well, Jin—”

“Don’t say his name to me” Taehyung hissed, “He did this to me, do you even know that Y/n?”

“I can’t” You shook your head rapidly, tears spilling from your eyes. Taehyung felt queasy at the sight, “I can’t deal with this. Why can’t you be happy to see me?”

“I spent ten years. Ten fucking years locked in psychiatric facilities, Y/n” He gripped your shoulders, “You were here, playing princess in my house—don’t tell me how I should fucking feel”

“I didn’t know” You pleaded, reaching for his face, “Taehyung I swear to you, I didn’t know”

“My mom is dead” He exhaled, a hint of amusement in his voice, “I didn’t even know about it—no one even fucking told me. And hyung too”

“Taehyung” You ran your fingers through his hair. He couldn’t help but croon into your touch. Muscles relaxing under the sweet sensation. “I’m so sorry”

He let his eyes flutter shut, you rested your head on his chest. He was taller than you. His hands holding your waist steady. Forehead resting against yours as tears began to drip down his face.

“I want to know everything” You spoke in hushed tones. Your voice soft, like music to his ears. He could feel your breath on his lips. “I want to make up for the time we lost, okay, I promise you”

He nodded lightly, sniffling.

“You’re so handsome, Tae” There was pride in your voice that brought a shy smile to his face. “Look at you, all grown up” He chuckled, wiping his tears away. He looked at you again, sighing deeply before resting his head back on your shoulder.

You pressed your lips to Taehyung’s cheek before stepping away from him. He gasped for air, the walls closing around him suddenly at the loss of your touch.

“Listen, I need to go to the station to give my report. I’ll be back soon, okay?” He watched, again you were leaving him. Without looking back.

He almost believed you.

Almost.

It was a lie.

A pathetic lie, but you couldn’t take it anymore. Seeing Taehyung—the real Taehyung, made it all too real.

Can we not meet at the station?

You sent the message—not knowing if Jungkook would respond.

Could use a drink. Meet me here—he sent an address. Tucked away in the inner city where no one would recognize you. None of Jin’s lackeys, or your mother’s goons. It was hardly your kind of crowd. You were surprised—pleasantly even. Jeon Jungkook didn’t come across as someone who liked to party.

“Hey” He showed. No longer in his stupid leather jacket, he looked different, simply in a white t-shirt. Chain on his neck. Hair haphazard, rather than the slick back he wore to work. “You good?”

Jungkook orders two shots at the bar, sliding one to you as you settle into the barstool next to him. Remembering the last time the two of you were like this. The first day you met.

You clink your glass against his before downing the bitter liquid. You watch Jungkook’s face scrunch with distaste, followed by a smile.

You avoid his question, asking him instead: “Did you talk to Jimin?”

Jungkook nodded, “First, I want to talk to you about this morning” He placed his elbows on the bartop, leaning forward slightly. His voice lowered, “We were in a rush, but I want to hear what you were trying to say”

You scoffed.

“Did he hurt you, Y/n?” You glared at him. “You said he fucked you in your sleep…”

You exhaled slowly, “Honestly I wouldn’t mind what he did, if we had discussed it first. But in my gut I just knew, Taehyung—would never violate me like that” Your fingers curled into your palm, “He was so rough. So insane. I just” You shook your head, disgusted by the bought of pity in Jungkook’s eyes. “I’ve grown up with men like that”

He nodded, absorbing every word.

“Wanna dance?”

You looked at him skeptically.

“Detective Jeon Jungkook dances?”

He gave you a sly wink before grabbing your wrist. With a tight pull, he leads you into the crowd. Locking his eyes with yours, everything else fading to dark as his magnetic pull drew you in.

You tried to focus on the music. The familiar feeling of a loud bass, a crowd of people and booze. Even still, intrusive thoughts knocked at your mind—Namjoon was home, Taehyung was home.

Taehyung resented you. Taehyung blamed you.

“Look at me” Jungkook leaned into you, hands ghosting over your hips as they began to sway to the pulsating beat. “Don’t think about them. Only look at me”

His eyes flickered with a softness. A pain which he also was trying so desperately to escape. You reckoned that Jungkook might have been a kind, fun loving person if not for the trauma the Kim’s put him through by killing his father. Instead he was trapped in the same web as you.

Your hands slid around his neck, loosely as your fingers weaved through his hair. He guided you, shielded you from onlookers. His eyes on you and nothing else. Transfixed to you like a curse.

It was ironic. Dangerous even. Everything about Jungkook made you distrust him. And you had no doubt he didn’t trust you either. Within the walls the two of you built, you had somehow grown closer. You couldn’t even pinpoint when. Somewhere along the way you began to see him clearly, or let him see you.

His touch is tender as he pulls your ass in, pressing your chest up against him so he can grind into you. His bulge gratifying, easing the tension throbbing between your legs. Stroking your ego, making you feel desired without the ugly aftertaste that often came with it. His large hands feel so good on you, you never want him to let go.

Your eyes flutter shut, surrendering completely to him. He turns you around so he can trace your neck with his nose. His fingers light fires across your sides, and you want to feel more but he doesn’t push it.

He stops suddenly, gazing at you with the colors of the flashing lights reflecting through his wide doe eyes. A glow on his face that you weren’t sure was real, or if it was simply the tone of his stare.

He looked as though he wanted to say something. And you desperately wanted to hear him. His mouth opened slightly, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.

The space between you vanishing.

Inch by inch.

Until you swore you could taste him.

Your phone vibrated suddenly. Jungkook flinched, stepping back. With a guilty look, you excused yourself, slipping into a quiet corner of the club.

“Mazel tov” The snarky voice echoed through, “The prodigal son returns”

“Where the fuck have you been?” You snapped. “How could you let this happen? How did you not know?”

“Relax darling, I’ve been caught up entertaining your lover boy. Glad to finally have him out of my hair, truly. He’s bad for my cortisol”

“Well did you get a confession?”

“He doesn’t remember. Which is good for us. I can easily plant evidence for your Detective”

“Good. Do it soon. Jungkook wants the murderer to be Namjoon so it’s likely he will believe anything he gets. Not sure what to do about this Park Jimin fellow”

“Well darling, like I said last time. You say the word, and I’ll clean up your mess”

Rolling your eyes, you hung up the phone. Turning back around, Jungkook stood where you left him, bewildered.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed past the sea of dancers. You didn’t know why—you didn’t care. In that moment, you wanted nothing more than that Jungkook’s hands all over you. His lips on yours. You wanted his snarky little comments, his profound advice. To learn his every scar. Every crevice. And show him yours. You wanted to run away with him and never look back.

“Kiss me Jeon Jungkook” You hooked his shirt, dragging his face down to yours. Catching his lips in a desperate kiss.

The heat was overwhelming. Shamelessly, you kissed him in the middle of the crowd. Music numbing out into the sounds of two pounding hearts. His hands finding the small of your back.

You’d kissed him before but this was different. Even in the fire of the moment, you could feel how much he wanted you. How much he craved your lips, just like you craved his. He was water, and you were dying of thirst. He was air, and you were drowning.

He cupped your face, deepening the kiss as he pulled you impossibly closer. Finding breaths through your parted lips, you dared not pull away.

“Car” He breathed into your mouth. Voice raspy, feverish.

Grabbing his wrist, you led him out of the club. The fresh outdoor air hitting you with a sharp coldness. Loss of the bodies around you.

Jungkook slammed you against the hood of his car, pinning you down before sucking into your neck. You moaned loudly, his thigh slotting between your legs giving you barely any friction. You bucked your hips desperately as his lips moved down.

You were still wearing Namjoon’s clothes. Jungkook hissed, grabbing the hem of the hoodie and yanking it off of you. There was nothing underneath. Your nipples hardening in the cold as Jungkook smirked, rolling his thumb over one. Watching you writhe and twitch under him.

“You’re so fucking hot” He hissed, latching his teeth onto your tit and sucking lightly. Tongue darting out, flicking the sensitive flesh as your back arched. Looking down at him, as much as you wanted to look away. The pleasure unbearable.

He moved onto the other breast, taking his time as if the two of you weren’t in public. As if someone couldn’t just walk up and see how Jungkook shamelessly sucked your tits. Pulling away, you could see a string of drool land on your chest as he smacked his lips.

“Tell me what you want” He ordered, fingers gripping around your neck. Not tight enough to impact your breathing, but enough to make sure you knew who was in charge.

You were speechless. Irritated, Jungkook slid his thumb into your mouth and watched you suck it obscenely.

“What do you want, Y/n?” He asked again, replacing his thumb with his tongue, tangling it with yours into another kiss.

“You” You gasped, loving the weight of his strong body on yours. “I want you, Jungkook”

You could feel his lips curve into a grin. “For the record” He whispered, teeth grazing your lips, tugging at them. “I still hate you”

You nodded. Awestruck as he pulled his cock out, not letting you look anywhere but his eyes.

“I hate how entitled you are” He tugged your sweats down to press his heavy tip against your clit, “I hate how you’re so bratty”

He pressed his cock in, sliding into your folds just a bit. “Full of fucking attitude, think you’re fucking invincible.”

You gulped, recalling Taehyung’s similar words.

“I hate all these men in your life. You’re complicated. You’re messy. You’re manipulative, and I can see it” With every word he pressed in a little more until he bottomed out. Hissing sharply, he met your eyes again. “Playing victim, but you’re just as bad as the rest of them”

“So why the fuck” His lips were tight against yours, hardly kissing but more just breathing into one another, “Do I want you so much?” He thrust into you slowly, rolling his hips. You kissed his neck, moving your hands through his hair and onto his back as he found a steady rhythm.

Your legs caressed his back, moving up and down against him with every thrust. It was filthy. Your naked body against the cool metal of his car. Desperately throwing yourself at this man.

And yet, you held onto him as tight as you could, crying out as he pistoned in and out of you.

His hands moving under your thighs, nails gripping into them painfully as he lifted you up. You forgot how strong he was—effortlessly he carried you, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist as he bounced you up and down on his cock. Face burying into your neck, lapping up the skin with open-mouthed kisses.

“You think you’re a princess do you?” Jungkook grabbed your neck, setting you back to lie on the car. Stilling for a moment he watched your fucked out eyes. “I’m thinking you’re more like a little desperate slut”

“I am” You exhaled, nodding dumbly, “I’m a slut for you. Wanna do whatever you want Jungkook please f-fuck”

He rammed back into you. Cock hitting you deep. You walls clenching around him, leaking to which Jungkook growled under his breath. His fingers finding your clit, working it expertly, causing your eyes to roll back as pleasure seized you.

Twitching all over, shocks of lust pouring through your veins. Jungkook coerced your orgasm as his cock sheathed into you. Your folds fluttering around his length, tightening it’s visceral grip.

“They can’t make you cum like I do baby” Jungkook pulled out, stroking himself against your thigh. “Get on your fucking knees”

You obeyed. Sliding down the car until your bare knees were on the parking lot. Jungkook’s cock stood proud in your face. You watched, eyes blasted and needy, before placing your own hands in place of his.

He watched as you stroked him. As your lips pressed against his tip before you let him sink down your throat. Hollowing your cheeks, you gave him everything you possibly could. Bobbing your head up and down, the noises bringing shame to your cheeks.

“Show me your pretty tits baby” Jungkook grabbed a fistful of your hair, “Want to cum on your tits”

You gasped, releasing him with a pop of your lips. Immediately pressing your tits together so Jungkook could slide his heavy cock between them. It felt good. Him rubbing up against you like this. Your heart against his pulsing need. You pulled him closer, wanting to feel him more. He licked his lips, watching you intently.

You stared up at him. Eyes gleaming. Jungkook spurted all over you, cum landing on your chest. Your heart sunk, knowing the moment would end. Reality was waiting for you at home. Your escape had ended.

Jungkook’s eyes softened, as he helped you up. You kissed him again, urging him for more. Urging him to fill you up again. To fuck you senseless all night long. Moaning into his mouth, you rolled your body against him.

“Fuck baby” Jungkook gripped your waist, stilling your movements, “You need me that bad huh?” You nodded, biting your lip as he teased you, “Yeah? You want more huh?”

You turned around, bending over so your ass was on display. Jungkook cursed under his breath as you spread your legs. An open invitation. Every man’s dream.

Licking his fingers, he ran them through your folds, spreading them out and pushing through the wetness. You gushed over him. Whimpering. He kept rubbing you, his movements strong but not rushed. Lips grazing your bare back.

His other hand slid between you and the car, gripping your breast hard. He pumped his fingers inside you, chest pressed against your back. You could feel his breath against your nape, riling you up even more. Heat pooling all over you.

He chuckled. The vibrations of which hit you right in the core. You were so turned on you couldn’t help it. You leaked all over, squirting into you palm. Jungkook laughed more as you came. Your fingers digging into your palms as you screamed.

“Already? You’re so fucking desperate”

“I don’t wanna go home” You confessed. Jungkook paused.

He turned you around, palm resting against your cheek.

“I know” He stiffened, “I’m sorry, for what you’re going through”

Jungkook pulled you up, grabbing your clothes from the ground. He led you to the backseat of the car where he let you tear his clothes off of him.

Settling onto his strong lap, he let you grind your wet pussy against him. Naked bodies fused together. You clawed at the back of his head, moaning at the top of your lungs as you sunk down on Jungkook’s cock again.

He watched you, amazed. Your eyes shut, bouncing up and down on him. Rutting desperately.

You’re not sure when you stopped. The two of you like hormonal teenagers, touching kissing and fucking until your limbs were sore. Jungkook, surprisingly, ever the giver, made you cum more times than you ever had in one night. And even when you were too sensitive for anything more, you still couldn’t find the will to leave.

Until you remembered the look in Taehyung’s eyes.

Jungkook held you. Lightly kissing your back as you cuddled into him. Again, another position you never thought you’d find yourself in with Jeon Jungkook.

“You should go” Jungkook’s voice was barely above a whisper. You gave him a hurt look, “I know, I know. You’ll be okay”

Sitting upright, you began to put your clothes on. Jungkook watched before speaking again,

“Jung Hoseok”

You stilled.

“Jin was seeing Jung Hoseok. The two of them were dating. I had a suspicion and Jimin confirmed it earlier.”

Shit.

“You acted like you didn’t know”

You looked at him. To see if he was actually hurt by your lying, or used to your games.

“I don’t know anyone named Jung Hoseok”

Jungkook stared at you before scoffing.

“Not only do you know Jung Hoseok, but I know that you called him many times before Jin’s death. I have evidence that both he and Namjoon were with you at some point that night,”

You remained silent, fuming.

“He was the one who called you earlier, wasn’t he?”

You swallowed.

“I’m not the one unwilling to be on the same side” Jungkook sighed, “I told you before, we can help each other out. You’re hiding so much from me, and have the audacity to think of yourself as a victim. All you need to do is tell me what happened that night, and I can help you figure this out”

“Fuck you Jeon. This was a mistake” You snapped, “Take me home”

Jungkook clicked his tongue, “Right. Home to your Kim boys. To your palace”

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