Bring The Fire: 1

Warnings: mentions of murder, blood, yandere behaviour. if I missed anything please let me know.

Genres: yandere, romance, Royal!Au, Isekai

Seven men lined up before the emperor, all dressed in materials worth more than the life of most others in the room. They were attractive, standing out like a sore thumb. Despite the sheen of sweat coating their faces and their messy hair, they still were stunning. They had all spent their early morning training, only taking a break after they were all called to meet their father. 

The princes tended to avoid their father, they found him to be too cocky, he clearly believed himself to be a God among humans-- even if he hadn’t been born into royalty. Their father, Emperor Munpyo, had been born a poor farmer on the outskirts of their nation, he always believed himself be destined for a better life. It didn't happen quick enough, so he took his fate into his own hands.

“I was just like you all when I was younger,” The emperor hummed fondly. “Running amok, terrorising my neighbours.” A wisp of a smile ghosting his lips at old memories. His fond remembrance didn't last long before his features hardened once more, his gaze running along the line of his sons. “But you are sons of the Emperor, we have the public's eyes on us-- especially on the seven of you!” His voice boomed, making his sons wince. 

“I cannot afford to lose all my hard work,” He sneered. “You are all replaceable, remember this.” 

The princes scowled, nodding limply as they bowed their heads in apology. Usually the Emperor didn’t care to involve himself in his sons affairs, he let them do as they pleased, just as he would. After his wife's favourite Lady-in-waiting was found dead, and now his favourite butler, he had decided to step in. Honestly, he didn’t care too much about the glorified maid, she irked him anyway. But his butler? That's where he drew the line. He didn't like his things ruined.

His sons had been out of control for sometime now. By the time each of them hit their teen years a sudden wave of sadistic energy took over. Not to say they were angelic children, they had always been awful. They just seemed to be getting worse as the days went on. And sure, maybe the Emperor should have stepped in, tried to set them straight, but he was just far too busy, and besides, that was why he hired the nannies. It wasn’t his job. He blamed those old hags for how his boys turned out. 

“I have decided, I will find you all brides. I want you all married by the end of this year,” he informed his sons. “It settled me, I’m sure it’ll do the same for you all.” He finished confidently. 

“Father, this is so drastic--” 

“My decision is final, Namjoon. A ball will be held at the end of the week for you all to be introduced to possible suitors.” 

After the meeting with their father, most of the princes retreated to their rooms. The youngest three had decided to go back to training. Jeongguk was hoping to be involved in any possible wars, maybe even lead his own battalion if he could prove himself. But for now, he settled on practice. Practicing until his limbs were numb and limp. Until he was better than his brothers combined.

“Hyung isn’t happy about the death of that old guy.” Jeongguk warned his older brothers, one eye shut while the other squinted. His arm drawn back, trying to perfect his aim.

Archery wasn’t his personal favourite, but his father insisted on all his sons being well-rounded. He had heard Namjoon’s booming voice that morning, asking where everyone was, so Jeongguk had taken that as his que to leave before being interrogated. His plan had worked then, but then their father had called a meeting. He was sure that Namjoon knew where to find them, he had just hoped he would be too angry to bother. Yet now he could see the middle son storming through the yard, rage etched into his face. 

“Idiots, all three of you!” Namjoon hissed, pointing at the three younger men. “It’s your fault!” 

“We were just having fun, it’s not our fault he died.” Jimin shrugged, the sound of metal on metal ringing throughout the training yard. 

“Besides, he was a thief. Father would have done the exact same thing.” Taehyung added, his eyes narrowing as Jimin’s blade narrowly missed his face.

“Watch out idiot, you almost damaged my beauty!” The taller of the two hissed, swinging the thin sword at Jimin’s face. The shorter man narrowly dodged his brother's swing. 

“Oh please, it was damaged the day you were born!” He taunted making the other snarl. “Now focus before I do some real damage.” 

Namjoon groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. How his brothers were so unbothered by their fathers decision was beyond him. He personally had no intentions of marrying, as long as he had women around he had no need to settle. Besides, the man they had killed wasn't just a butler, but their fathers trusted messenger.

“That was fathers favourite butler, you couldn’t have, oh I don’t know, amputated another fucking person, someone he wouldn’t have noticed?” He groaned, wanting nothing more than to rip the swords out of their hands and start swinging at the fools. 

Jeongguk rolled at the bickering, stomping over to the target. He tugged out the arrows, turning on his heel to watch his older brothers practice their ‘technique’. They were all gifted swordsmen, but the two often fooled around more than they actually trained and now had to be supervised by the youngest of the seven. Which, in Jeongguk’s opinion was ridiculous, he was constantly reminded that he had no authority over anyone-- or well, at least not his brothers. Nobody listened to him. 

“I didn’t even do anything.” Jeongguk huffed in defence, arms crossing over his chest. He was sick of being blamed for his brothers mistakes. 

Namjoon shot him a glare, making the younger shrink back. If there was one brother Jeongguk was truly afraid of, it was him. Namjoon was too smart for his own good, it seemed like he knew everything about anything, except how to control his moods.

“Don’t be a kiss-ass Gukkie.” Taehyung scoffed, his eyes still glued to Jimin who seemed to be trying to decapitate the him. 

Hanging up his equipment Jeongguk adjusted the material around his forehead before announcing he was leaving, but Namjoon too busy yelling at the two to listen to him, and the two were too engrossed in trying to cut each other apart they didn’t hear, or more likely, didn't care. He knew by the time it came to dinner the two would be bloody and bruised. 

//present day// 

Exhausted was an understatement. You wanted sleep, you needed food, and you needed your home. But home for you was the backseat of your shitty car.

You were almost a month behind on your phone bills, your employer was a dodgy old woman who was happy to take her sweet time to pay you, often guilting you to put off giving you a cheque. You couldn’t even afford a room at a residence, you hadn’t been paid in a month, and your savings had been bled dry. You were completely broke, and alone. 

How pathetic. 

You had spent your days looking for work, applying for every place you passed by. And as night pulled in and your hunger had reached a new level of painful, you finally felt defeated for the day. 

This city had won, it had chewed you up and spat you out.

You had moped back to your car, having scored yourself expired food that a convenience store was about to toss into the trash. They had clearly pitied you, agreeing to give you the packaged food, they didn’t even charge you for it. You had almost skipped to your car before realising the food was far more expired than you had anticipated-- but food was food at this point. 

You had driven out of the city, back to the small camping ground you had set up as home. You were thankful that it was empty-- nobody was camping this time of year, winter wasn’t exactly prime camping time, even if you were camping in your car. The emptiness saved you the embarrassment. A jobless, homeless dropout. 

What would your mother say if she saw you now?

You inhaled your dinner, ignoring the off taste, chasing it down with water. You had parked yourself close to the public bathrooms saving yourself a hike there and back. Grabbing your change of clothes and towel, keeping your feet covered with your slippers, you weren’t going to risk foot fungus, but at this point luck was clearly not on your side. 

After a barely heated shower, you stood in your warmest PJ’s, eyes narrowed in on your reflection as you abused your poor gums. You had an awful habit of brushing your teeth too aggressively, you didn't feel clean otherwise.

Perhaps, for once, your mother had been right. You remember her always being in your ear as a child. Telling you to marry young, find a rich man-- a doctor, or maybe a lawyer! A CEO would be the best choice, she would always mumble. You’d live easy, no worries. He would provide you with every comfort you needed, and you could take care of her too. You had always promised her you would take the best care of her. She would laugh, and with heavy sarcasm agree, “of course you will honey.” 

You got older. You wanted to fend for yourself, you didn’t need, nor want, a husband to wait on. You wanted to earn your own money, become a doctor and look after your family by yourself-- not because of some man. You could achieve anything a man could, why was your mother so insistent on you relying on them?

Maybe she knew you were going to fail. You failed your first semester, had a mental breakdown and dropped out. You regretted it, you wished you had kept trying, and now you were stuck looking for jobs you’d hate because you couldn’t be picky, and hating every waking moment of it.

You sighed, spitting into the sink before rinsing. “I hate when that woman is right.” 

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A/N: it’s not as long as I would have liked it to be, but it’s just a quick beginning so we can get into the drama! Tags are open. Feedback is appreciated greatly 💕 thank you for reading

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BTS REACTIONS - You bring them a coffee

Disclaimer : BTS doesn't belong to me. It's only how i think they would react if their someone bring them coffee! The pictures are from pinterest.

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SeokJin

Jin and his members were working hard these days. Especially Jin, he was struggling a bit with the new choreography since he just got better after his hand injury. So when you woke up at 7am, seeing that he already left for the studio, you know that he probably haven't have anything to eat or drink. He was always taking such good care of you, so today you decide to treat him a little. You got out of the bed, changing in some legging and one of his hoodie. You grab your wallet and your cellphone before leaving of your apartment.

You were walking in Seoul street with the best view of the sun rising over the capital. Your headphones in and one of Jin song in your ears, as you enter a coffeeshop.

-AnnyeongHaseyo, could i get an iced americano for me and an iced vanilla latte please, to go!

You know that he always preferred his coffee sweet. After receiving the good, you continue your walk to the BigHit building. You enter it, pretending you were working there so the fans in front of the building don't go crazy.

When you enter the dance practice room, you see Jin sitting on the floor.

-Jin oppa! Here's a coffee!

He look up to you, his face was all sweaty from his intense dance morning. You sit on the floor next to him, handling him his coffee.

-Ahh, Yeobo, you're the best. What would i do without you?

-Not drink coffee maybe?

He laughs and kiss you on the cheek.

Yoongi

Suga is a caffeine addict. So it didn't surprise the member when he present you as his girlfriend, a barista in a coffeeshop near their studio. You saw him everyday and one time you just write your cellphone number on his cup and here you were, one year later. He was so glad when you moved in with him. You had a literal coffee shop at home with an espresso machine, the coffee beans grinder and all kind of accessories to make the best coffee at home.

When you woke up from your nap, you could hear Suga in his studio practicing his rapping verses of his new album. He had been practicing all day. You got up of the couch and went to the kitchen. It was the perfect opportunity to bring him a snack and his favorite coffee, an iced americano. You were listening to one of your favorite band song, Just One Day, mumbling the lyrics and humbling the melody when you felt his arms around your waist. His head resting on your shoulder.

-Jagiya, are you making me a coffee?

-Yes and i even made some snack for you, look in the fridge.

-Ahhh, jinjja, you're the best babe.

He kisses your cheek and go grab the fruit plate you made.

-Go back in the studio, i'll bring you your coffee in a few minutes.

He smile and went back to his room to continue his practice. Once his coffee and yours were made, you grab two straws and go join him. You open slowly the door and go sit on his couch, watching him talking to NamJoon over the phone.

-Here's your coffee babe, enjoy!

You could hear NamJoon over the phone.

-Did she really treat you with a coffee again? You're lucky having a barista as a girlfriend.

You both laugh and after the call he approaches you. His lips slowly kissing yours.

-Your lips taste like coffee babe, it's my new favorite combo flavor.

NamJoon

It was 11pm and you were in a 24h coffee shop so you could study for your exam that was tomorrow morning. There was not a lot of customer in the building since it was Monday. Across the room though, a man was working in front of his laptop. He had light brown hair and a brown shirt. He was actually looking so cute, concentrating like that over his computer.

You got up to get another coffee, after ordering yours, a matcha latte, you look back at him, seeing the empty cup on his table.

-Do you remember what he took?

The barista look at you and then at him.

-He took a hot latte with one and a half sugar in it.

-Add another one on my bill, please.

Once you had both coffee in hands, you took a deep breath and walk over his table. You put his coffee in front of him, you could see his eyebrows flinching, he looks up, not really understanding what was happening.

-Hum, you look like you were working hard. I thought you could use another coffee.

You said with a big smile. He smiles back and bowed his head.

-Thank you...

-Y/N

-Thank you Y/N, i really needed another coffee. Wanna sit here and talk a bit before working again?

You pull the chair in front of him.

-Y/N, could I have your number too?

You chuckle and answer positively.

HoSeok

Hoseok just got back from LA. Him and his members were over the sea for music performances and some award shows too. It's been two weeks since you saw him so when he ask you out for a coffee date you were so happy. You've been dating for a few months, taking it slow because you were two busy idols. You just started your career in the music industry as a female solo rap artist and J-Hope had help you since the beginning. Putting all his passion and effort to make you a better dancer and performer. Rapping and dancing together was really hard when you were debuting.

You put on your favorite skirt and one of your crop hoodie to make it more casual. You bring your hair in a ponytail and put on a necklace he gave you the first time you kiss.

When you arrive at the coffee shop, 10 minute early, you didn't saw Hoseok so you decide to go order both of your favorite coffee and some sweets to surprise him. You sat at a table near the window and scroll on your cellphone, waiting for your drinks and for your partner.

-Jagiya!

You heard hobi's voice and look at him, all smile. He pull the chair that was in front and put it near you so he can sit and hold your hand. The coffee shop was empty, it was in the bighit building, away from the cameras and the fan. When you turns your face to look at him, he took the opportunity to quickly kiss your lips.

-Yah! Someone could see Hobi!

He laughs and took a sip of his drink.

-Thank you my love for the coffee. You're the best. I missed you.

-I missed you too Hobi.

You lay your head on his shoulder and he kisses the top of your head.

JiMin

You were working for BigHit. You started here a few months ago and you were a manager's assistant. Needless to stay that the said groupe he was managing was BTS. You were a fan and that's why you started working here. But no one knew since it would be kind of embarrassing.

-Good Morning Boss! What can I do today?

-Oh, hi Y/N. It's a big day for one of the member, he stayed here all night working on this new collab. Could you go see him and make sure he's alright and doesn't need anything? Jimin's working in the studio 403.

You bowed and thanked him before heading out. You started to know what they personally loved. You went to the cafeteria and bought an iced latte with some sugar-free vanilla. It was his favorite. You grab some fruits and sweets and then went to the studio.

You knock two three times before entering the studio. Jimin was dancing but he looked so tired that his movement were really weak.

-Jimin-ah! You should sit and rest a bit. You look exhausted.

-I need to perfect this choreography.

-What about a coffee and something to eat before you do that. I bought you some.

He joined you on the floor and lay on it, completely exhausted.

-Do you need a massage therapist or something?

-Can, can you just stroke my hair a little? That would be comforting.

You laugh and give him his food. He sat next to you and lay his head on your shoulder. You put you hair in his hair, slightly wet because of the sweat. You apply some pressure on his neck to relieve the pain a bit.

-Thank you Y/N, you're the best.

-Kinda get good to that in a few month, you always exercised too much. Go rest today, you'll be even better tomorrow.

He got up, bowed and headed out of the studio.

TaeHyung

-Hi welcome to MoKaFe, what can i get started for you today?

Your voice sounded tired, you were working since the sunrise. The shift leader called off so you were obligated to stay to close the store. You were looking at the register, waiting for the customer order but he didn't say anything. You look up and saw a men with a mask and a hat that was covering his eyes.

-Hello?

He yawned and look up at you.

-Sorry, big day. Can i get whatever could keep me up for another hour or two?

-What about a sweet coffee drink so both sugar and caffeine could maybe keep you up?

-Sound amazing, thanks.

You get over the coffee machine and make him a mocha latte. It was an espresso based drink but with some chocolate in it. Both sweet and strong. As it was pretty calm in the shop, once it was done, you got over him and handle him his coffee. You tell your colleague that you were off for your break before leaving the counter.

-Hey mister, coffee's ready. Mocha latte for you.

-My saviour, thank you so much pretty. Can i get your number with this coffee or is it bad to seduce the barista?

-I don't think my manager would accept it, but she's not here so.

You laugh and sit next to him as it was your break time.

-I have fifteen minutes to be seduce.

He laughs and he takes a sip of his coffee.

-Thank you, this coffee's amazing.

-My pleasure.

He had taking off his mask and you could see his particular smile. You were already falling for this boy. But who wouldn't fall for someone like him, right?

JungKook

You were working all night, until 5am. You were so tired but with all the projects going on in your own enterprise you couldn't do it in only the typical 8-hours-a-day at work. So you had spend the night, working and going over different marketing plans to make sure it will be alright for the teams today. You grabbed your bag and coat before heading out of the office. Once you were in your car, you open your cellphone and saw a message from your boyfriend.

'Hey babe, hope your night went well. I have to leave at 7am for the studio, i hope i'll get to see you before leaving.'

You smille and look at the clock, you had a little time to bring him breakfast before he leaves. You know that he never eat in the morning because he's too lazy to cook. You stopped at his favorite coffee shop and order a two iced matcha latte and some breakfast for him.

You silently enter your apartment and put your things on the countertop. You walk to the bedroom and lift up the cover so you could cuddle with your bf a bit before his alarm wake him up. Your presence was like waking up a sixth senses in him and it's not long that he turn over and put his arms around your waist.

-Babyyy. Such a good way to wake up. With you in my arms.

-I even bought you breakfast and a matcha latte.

-You really are the best.

He kiss you on the cheek.

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That Night

Namjoon x reader smut Dis: reader is feeling some sort of way towards Joon after the ‘incendent’ A/N: I’m trying here

It’s too late for this. I want to be home right now in my bed watching my favorite show but right now, I’ve been stuck here looking at his back for the last 4 hours.  He’s been hunched over his desk writing lyrics all day. The pressure with the new album has been getting to him I can tell but everytime I ask him how he’s feeling he just tells me some weird philosophical shit and goes back to writing. So far the most interaction we’ve had has been when he asked me to go get coffee for him. My phone beeps. I take it out of my pocket to see that it was Hobi asking me to bring him some food to the dance studio for him. I giggle slightly at his request for Sprite and a Cheese-burger. Slipping on my shoes I stand up to head to the door “ Hey, i’m going to take Hoseok some food real quick i’ll be back.” He doesn’t say anything, just nods and I make my journey to the break room and grab the goods and make my way to the dance studio. While walking to the dance studio I contemplated my situation. He has been in such a weird mood lately I can’t describe it ever since the incident. We were in a very compromising position...well as comprising as me moaning his name with my legs in the air as it can be. For some reason I think he was more embarrassed then I was. Needless to say I felt very bad for Jimin’s eyes that day the door still has a few cracks in it from when he slammed it. Ever since Namjoon has been in a weird mood all the time. A blush creeps up my neck as I think of that night. I don’t know if it’s from embarrassment or from excitement. I remember it so well. We were so excited to have finished the album so excited in fact that he hugged me which he never does. I remember how he looked at me before kissing me with such need. It was like he was trying to devour me. Soon our hands started roaming up and down each other’s bodies and well you can guess that things escalated. However, just as we were getting to the good part, face in between my legs on his shoulders. Jimin walks in with the other boys behind him but they didn’t see anything due to Jimin slamming the door and saving the last of Namjoon’s and I’s dignity. To this day Jimin still can’t look me in the eyes….poor boy. The sight of Hobi crouched down in front of his phone was quite a funny sight. When he heard me come in he ended what I guess was a VLive and eagerly walked over to me. I  guess his hunger was more important than the millions of fans that were watching him just a few seconds ago. After taking a few bites he looks at me in amusement but with a hint of pity. “ soooooo.” I cut him off “ I don't even want to talk about it.” He snorts as he tries to laugh. “ He’s still not talking to you.” “ Of course he talks to me, he has to if he wants his coffee in the morning” Hobi gives me a look of ‘you can’t be serious’ “ Fine, fine! No he has not talked to me about what happened and to be honest i’d rather not talk about it.” Hobi holds his hands up in defence “ whoa, I’m not to one who got caught.” “ Oh shut up.” He burst out laughing then continued on his food. I decided to take the long way back to Joon’s studio. I need to mentally prepare myself to be in the same room as him. I do wonder what would have happened if Jimin hadn’t walked in would it had escalated further or would you guys have stopped there. The feeling of dread creeps up as you reach the door to his studio and punch the new code. He changed it after the incident. I was not ready for the sight of a shirtless Namjoon in the studio. He looks like a deer in headlights. We make eye contact for several long seconds before I turn away, cheeks red and he puts on a new shirt. “ Sorry I spilled coffee on my shirt and had to change” he says trying to ease the tension in the room. Now if only he could ease the tension in between your legs….. Wait…..shit. You seriously did not just think that. I need to sit down and try to think of other things. The shirt he changed into is a plain white one that fit his muscles so well. If only his fans knew how buff and big this guy really is like, he’s massive. I didn’t realize I was staring at him so long till I saw him begin to turn to look at me. Trying my best to make it look like I wasn’t looking at him I quickly look down at my phone to try to make it look like I was doing something. “Y/N.” Damn his voice is so sexy when he says my name. “ Yes, Namjoon” “ Could you please get me another coffee.” and like that he turns back around without another word and goes back to working on lyrics. It was a short trip to get him his coffee. I looked at my watch to see it read 3AM. God can I just go home already and sleep. When I get back I gently put the coffee on his desk and he nods in appreciation. I got a whiff of him, dear lord does he smell good. Suddenly another wave of heat goes through me and now the want to leave only increases. Now I have a mission when I get home and it’s to get rid of the need to fuck him as soon as possible, and to do that i’m gonna go home and masturbate until it’s hurts. Sitting back down I cross my legs to try to relieve at least some of the pressure between my legs. I need something to distract me and what better way than to read smutty fanfiction. Another hour passed by the amount of pure filth I've read is amazing. Namjoon suddenly stood up and started stretching. I can’t at this point but to shamelessly stare at this building of a man. I can see the trails of little hair that go down into his  jeans. I don’t even notice that he saw me staring at him. It was at this moment I realized that I can’t take this sexual tension anymore. “ Well this has been a very long night. I really need to get home” I turn to grab my purse but stop when I feel a large hand grab my wrist and spend me back to where Namjoon and I are face to face. Literal centimeters apart from each other. He looks at my lips then back to meet my eyes. He speaks in a hush tone. “ Why won’t you talk to me?” Um…what. I think my confusion showed on my face because he takes a step back and runs his fingers through his mullet. “ I just m-mean that you haven’t talked to me since the incident.” Oh my god don’t tell me that all this time he thought that I was avoiding him this entire time. A small “oh” was the only thing to come out of my mouth before I started laughing and I feel like he didn’t like that response. “ ‘oh?’ that's all you have to say. I’ve been sitting here thinking that you hate me for the past week and all you have to say is ‘oh’” I look at him flabbergasted while struggling to hold back my laughter “I-I-...wait no you’ve been the one not talking to me.” he looks at me for a moment before it clicks what was going on. His face falls into his hands as he does a facepalm then he nods his head a little.He looks back up at me and says “ so you mean to tell me that we’ve been avoiding each other because we thought the other person was avoiding us.” I slowly nod my head. He chuckles to himself before sitting down in the chair and looking at me. “ I guess this is kinda funny in a ironic way.” He laughs and just looks at me. I can’t believe him, 148IQ and he pulls shit like this. I am genuinely flabbergasted by this man like how can someone be so smart yet so dumb.  Maybe it was the tiredness or maybe it was the heat pooling between your legs but something compelled me to just throw caution to the wind. So I walked up to his chair, grabbed him by his collar and kissed him. He was caught off guard by it but then he started to kiss me back and pulled me closer to where I had to sit on his lap. We started making out,biting, sucking, the whole shabang when we started feeling eachother up he pulled away with hesitation. Looking down at him with his slightly swollen lips and tousled hair it was a beautiful site so much more different then the fanfics i’ve read about him. “ I really don’t think we should be doing this.” My heart breaks a little as I get up off him feeling humiliated and make my way to my bag, I hear him moving around behind me and something rustling and some clicking noises.  Turning around I see that he has his coat on and has shut down the computers. “ I really don’t want to get caught again, so your house or mine?” He asks as he zips up his coat. I look at him with a WTF do you mean face and he just looks at me and says “ My house then.” I don’t even know how but somehow I am in a car with THE Kim Namjoon on my way to his house. Okay heart come down you’re beating a little too hard, but can I blame myself? I know what’s about to happen but still I can’t help but to be excited. Come on Y/N pull yourself together you’re a grown woman you’ve had sex before and he’s a grown man. Granted you don’t know much about about his sex life but I know he’s had a few one night stands here and there while on tour. Shit, what if I get fired for this? Was this just a pity fuck? He’s staring out the window right now, what if the same thought is going through his head right now? He’s doing that jaw clench thing oh shit what if this really is a pity fuck god that would be really embarassing. I knew I shouldn’t have kissed him fuck fuck fuck…. “Y/N.” “Yes?” He turns and looks at me, “ I’m sorry about not talking to you. I just thought you needed space.” wow way to do a whole 180 on the sexual tension between you guys and make it sentimental. “ It’s ok-” “No it’s not, I should have just taken initiative and talked to you. I was just embarrassed about the whole Jimin walking in on us and I felt like you were avoiding me out of embarrassment. I u-um I really like you Y/N but I know you could get in trouble with the company if we try to do anything, it was hard enough to get the boys to keep quiet about what happened.” He’s ramling “Joon, what are you trying to say?” I try to get him to talk slower so I can understand what he’s saying. “ I’m trying to say that… I really like you like realllly like you. I know however, that if you would be willing to have a relationship with me that we would have to keep it low-key.” wait…. is he asking me out right now. Shit I don’t know what to say to this. I know millions of people who would kill to be in this situation. But do I really want to be hidden from the world and live my life in fear if anyone found out. I’ve know this man for the past 4 years and I didn’t realize the years of romantic tension that has been building between us. If I did date him that means I have to quit my job, I mean, I’d definitely be set up for life with Namjoon. And if we break up what happens then? I won’t have a job to go back to. I think i’ve been quiet for too long cause his face starts to drop, “ I mean if you don’t want to that's ok.” wait no “ Joon I don’t know. It could mean that I have to leave my job. Don’t get me wrong I would love to, but you see what the fanbase does when they see a girl in your lives they’ll crucify me if they knew I exist.” “ But think about the ones who don’t care, Y/N. At some point those fans have to realize that I’m in my mid 20’s and at some point I have to move on and have my own family and life.” I think it over, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if we give it a try. “ Ok Joon” His eyes lit up, then he grabbed my face and kissed me. We are in his bed and everything feels so good. His bare chest is pressed against mine. We couldn’t even make it to the bedroom before we started stripping each other, pressing kisses wherever we could before clumsy making our way through his large home to his bedroom. I’ve never been inside of his house before but in that time I did notice that it was very modest in its decorations. By the time we got to his room I was only my bra and panties and him in his boxers. He’s kissing me so hard that I actually think that my lips are bruised. He puts his hand on my back to guide me on his bed as he kisses me and gently puts me on my back and settles between my legs. I can feel his getting hard while he grabs my face and deepens the kiss he pulls back for a second. “Y/N, are you ok with this.” I take a look at him and finally take in how he looks; hair disheveled from me running my hands through it and pulling on it, He was breathing hard and I can see all of his muscles moving. If only the fans knew how built this guy it’s not just that he was musculare he was just big. Every part of him was big and I mean every part of him from his shoulders all the way down to his thighs. I nod and he pushes me back down into the pillows to continue what we were doing before. Soon he started grinding into me slow and steading making me grow wetter with every slow movement his dick had grown harder by then to the point where I was actually concerned if it would even fit inside me. I let my hands roam around his body feeling his every muscle twitch. He started to spread the kisses down my neck sucking and biting, then down to my chest where he unclipped my bra to get fully to my breast. Joon had started sucking on one of my nipples while playing with the other one, teasing it causing me to moan. Smirking up at me he began to trail down further the lower he got the more I noticed how hard I was panting in anticipation for what was about to happen. This isn’t like I had Imagined it was slow and passionate, not rough and frenzied like I had wanted but this was so much better. Looking at my panties he looked up at me smirking, “ Do you wear paties like these everyday.” I nod not wanting him to know that I do wear granny panties most days while thanking God I decided to go with the black thong today. He started pulling them down a couple tugs later they were completely off. Before he could do anything else he stood up and walked to his drawer pulling out a condom and holy shit it’s a king size. Suddenly his phone buzzed on the dresser he walked over to it to see who it was then a look of annoyance on his face is very evitable on his face as he answeredhis phone, “Hello… Right now?... Okay...Yes, Jimin...Okay I’m on my way.” Of course it’s fucking Jimin that has to ruin the moment. Maybe this is a sign. My thoughts are intrupted when I’m shoved back on the bed by a very annoyed Namjoon, oh boy I think this moment just took a turn. I didn’t even realized he put the condom on before he settles inbetween my legs and looks back at me waiting for me to give my approval I nod my head again then in the matter of seconds he lines himself up and begins pushing into me. A few moments later he’s completly inside of me then he dips his head lower to my ear and wispers “ I’m not going to let him ruin this moment for me again.” then proceeds to thrust in and out of me at first slow and steady it felt so sweet having him be inside me filling me up. He does somthing that I didn’t expect though, he pulls out then flips me over onto my belly and goes back in going even herder then he was going before. Wrapping one arm around my throat and putting the other on by the side of my head I can hear his heavy breathing in my ear. “ I’m sorry baby but I have to make this quick they want me back at the studio.” buring his head in the crook of my neck he starts grunting and moaning about how good I feel. By this point I am a moaning mess as I try to reach one arm around to caress his hair but he grabs my hand and pushes it back down. His weight on top of me is sufficating but I love it so much the feeloign of him being inside of me and his thick thighs slamming into mine the lewd sound of skin on skin making me even wetter. I feel my orgasm coming and I start moaning louder he took the hint and moves his hand down to grip my waist making my back arch more has he starts literally drilling into me. Within seconds I became undone under him. He cums soon after with one final thrust. I feel dazed but happy...and really tired so tired I look over to the clock on the nightstand  its 5:30 AM no wonder. His bed is so big and cozy, a girl could get used to this. Joon comes back in the room in clean clothes carring some water and some snacks placing them on the nightstand then sitting on the bed looking at me, “ I have to head back. You can stay here and sleep come in when your ready.” he says as he caresses my hair. I didn’t realize I fell asleep till I woke up hours later in his room I actually thought it was a fever dream. Walking into the studio felt like I was doing a walk of shame down the halls. Walking into Joon’s studio was embarassing to say the least all of the boys were in there and them all stopped talking the look at me. Hobi had a shit eating grin and I knew that he knew not only from that but also from Namjoon’s red face and Jimin seeming mortified. Kookie started laughing, “ I guess we have a new couple.”

Castle 1

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Pairing: Vampire!BTS/ HumanFemale!Reader

Warning: Mention of death and killing

A/N: Welp took me long enough I am so sorry about the wait but I hope that you all enjoy the first chapter of Castle! I might have started off a little strong but I really wanted to get into the storyline! If you would like to be on the taglist please let me know!

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The world had become so dark since the day those bloodsuckers took over, a town that was so full of life was ruined because of people like them and you were amongst the ones that wished you could do something about it but were too scared of them.

Maybe if you hadn’t seen how cruel they could be then you wouldn’t be as petrified but you could still hear the screams from you friends as they were dragged away in the night while you hide behind a dumpster with your hands over your ears wishing that they would stop screaming.

You knew to some that would seem so disgusting, how could you do that, but you were paralyzed with fear that night and to this day you regret it and you promised that same day that you would stay as far away from vampires as possible and obey their orders.

It was the only way you would survive.

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Once a year the vampire kings would allow us humans to have a day off from being so fucking scared of them, and on that day mostly everybody did the same thing they would all usually go see their family members that they had been separated from at the beginning of the overtaking. But just like every year you went to a unalike place, it was the only place that you could go that would help you forget about your pain and struggles as a human.

The Bar

Any other time of the year you would be killed walking into this bar but since the vampires weren’t really allowed to kill today you were safe, besides you had been doing this for years so why would this year be any different. As you walked in all eyes were immediately on you, even though you came in every year at the same time the same vampires would look at you like you were this foreigner creature.

“Can I have Bloody Mary but without the blood please” you asked the bartender nicely as you sat at the counter patiently waiting for your drink, the bar slowly picked up in noise again as the vampires slowly forgot your existence and it was only then that you were truly able to relax and enjoy your drink.

You were on you fifth drink of the night and you knew you should be heading home even though vampires weren’t allowed to kill today it hasn’t stopped them from doing so before and you really didn’t feel like being a 5 course meal to a group of hungry vampires. As you walked towards the door you realized that the V.I.P area of the bar had a decent amount of security which was unusually but you could care less so you made you way out, the cold air gently hit your face as you took a deep breath and slowly let the thoughts in your mind go.

As you carefully walked towards you living area you were on high alert anything could happen to a human girl walking the streets alone at this time of night, a loud scream quickly made you cover your mouth and hide behind the nearest thing which just so happened to be a dumpster “Fucking great” you said in your mind as you immediately slowed your breathing so much so that it would be hard for a vampire to pick up on the only thing you were having a problem with was calming your fast beating heart.

While you were working on quickly calming yourself down you heard another scream followed by high heels clicking fast down the road right in front of the dumpster curiosity got to you so you carefully peeked you head out from behind your hiding spot and you honestly wished you hadn’t

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You watched as a young woman ran down the street but was stopped by a man who had suddenly appeared in front of her she quickly turned around and tried to go the other way but she was stopped again but this time by a different man. Thinking she was all out of options she turned towards a dark alley and was going to go that way which just so happened to be the same alley you were hiding in, her eyes met yours and you could see the fear and hope shining in them she mouthed a quick “help me” before she was grabbed from behind by another man. He wasted no time sinking his sharp fangs into her neck she tried to scream again but was cut off by the unknown man putting his hands around her neck snapping it instantly, her dead eyes met yours again and you realized you were too late.

You saw that one of the vampires had a tattoo but it wasn’t just any tattoo it was the one that only 7 vampires had, 7 of the most feared supernatural begins on the earth, the 7 vampire kings who were not only best friends but were also lovers. All thoughts of possible making it home in once piece left your mind so you turned around and put your back against the dumpster, defeated, why does it seem like these things only happen to you.

“What if Joonie finds out about this” you heard one of the vampires say quietly “Jungkookie it’s okay he knows that we need to eat don’t worry about it baby” you knew that name anywhere Jungkook was the youngest of all of the seven vampires and only his lovers call him Jungkookie he was said to be the nicest one but you had seen him snap an innocent humans neck in half to you all seven of them were monsters.

You waited until you thought they were gone to make sure you peeked your head around the dumpster and saw no one not even the girl but you figured they had taken her with them, you stood up and quickly made your way back to your shelter but before you could you were stopped by a sudden voice behind you…

“What’s a pretty human like you doing out so late?”

Take care of you

Summary: “No I’m a surprise,” you say sounding all sassy and smiling where your cheeks fluff up and you look like a pufferfish and it always gets Namjoon. His eyes are crescents, dimples peeking from his cheeks.

“What would they say if they saw the big bad Kim Namjoon like this?” you ask raising your brow not as good as Namjoon but it gets the job done.

note: Hello, I am back after months with this piece. Feedback is always appreciated! Thank you for reading.

➡Mafia!Namjoon x reader

➡Warnings: 18+, Mentions of sex, reader’s family not letting her eat

Namjoon hates parties. Sure he’s the CEO, of one of the biggest crime syndicates in the world, the biggest and most feared in South Korea so he could have sent his associates or one of his brothers to attend this party but he was there for a very specific reason. Y O U.

With a frontal name of BigHit Inc., run by the most fearsome mafia BTS behind it, the most fierce crime lords and not by the old fashioned guns and murders way well, that sometimes yes, but mostly financial crimes, stealing money and intellectual property theft done so well they’ve been thriving the last few decades when their fathers, mafia bosses, seven families joined hands together to be sworn allies promising to take down and gain power over the corrupt government. Now run by their sons seven men, most of them educated in Ivy League schools. 5 of them even hold dual degrees, their leader Kim Namjoon or RM even holds a fucking Ph.D. A born genius, his IQ only amplifying his true potential. His members' capabilities, work ethic complimenting the jobs they pull off together as a team. This team was perfect and solid in all ways made to rule. As if fate had brought them together.

The party was boring as usual. All of the crime lords and mafia bosses with their families were here. It reminded Namjoon of the party, similar to this where he first laid his eyes on you. His gaze traveling from the bar section of the huge ballroom towards you at the opposite end where you were forced to make small talk. You stared back at him with the same intensity. Your eyes catching his gaze, latching onto his dragon eyes drowning in those dark orbs that stared at you. You weren’t afraid, not even intimated. No sign of a blush. You weren’t swooning like those other girls. You simply stared back at him equally fierce taking his presence in. Your own doe-like eyes even if not as sharp as his, held enough power to not only draw the attention of the most powerful, eligible bachelor, most feared CEO of an empire himself but also spark something in him. And ever since then your life and these parties have been different. You solely come here to see him. And the same for him. To see you.

What Namjoon and you shared was special. With your family owning amalgamation of big companies, reputable among the mafia bosses and crews it came with lots of curfews for you the heiress to your father. You were an asset. One that would be traded someday. To a man that would be chosen for you, based on his family, money and what value he can derive for your father and his business. And you shall be his dutiful wife, produce an heir and then wait for death inside some mansion. This was your fear. You were disgusted whenever any thoughts of how your future would be like crossed your mind. Amidst all the chaos, uncertainty and lack of control in your own life, you met Namjoon, your Joon. The man changed your entire perspective on love, intimacy and boy he had you pining for him even yearning. But what you didn’t realize is he was yours since he saw you for the first time two months ago.

Namjoon’s at his usual spot. By the bar. Waiting for you. With a drink in his hand. There was no way he could take you on dates given your family. The curfews. And that bullshit about what girls and women can and cannot do. He hated the way women were treated. He was lucky that his father was not as stupid as the others. He made sure that his sister was sent away to Switzerland to study, and live her life the way she wants to like any normal girl. And she was happy and so was his mother who lived in Japan with her own small business, even enjoying life. He hoped one day he can go away somewhere with you. Away from all this. Take you on dates. Hold your hand while he walks next to you. Kiss your cheeks whenever he wanted to. Make you giggle with all the cheesy compliments and then make out till his heart's content. Right now he had to settle for stealing glances in between. Carefully brushing his hand whenever he walked near you. This is all the affection or physical contact he’d get. On a good day, when people at the party would be preoccupied with taking some political party member down or something like that Namjoon would sneak you out to the roof, or to the parking lot inside his car to steal kisses. Heated kisses. Passionate kisses. One where he’d drag your soft lips between his teeth just to hear that moan. Running his hands all over your body while you clutched his torso, held on to his pecs and squeezed his biceps for dear life gasping for air. His plump lips swollen, his shirt buttons open, neck and collarbones littered with hickeys and marks you’d leave every time you had one of your little adventures. Namjoon would give anything to mark you just one small hickey but he couldn’t and he won’t risk your family finding you out. You have stylists and beauty consultants that will scan every inch of your body and he couldn’t afford to get you in trouble. So he holds back and tells himself that he’ll wait for the day, that one day you’ll be his.

All these thoughts suddenly clouding his mind made him feel so empty his forehead sweaty. He decided to step out to the balcony a little disappointed that he’s not seen you yet. He made sure your family was invited. He knows you’ll be there with them as your parents like to show you off like some diamond jewelry piece or an ornament they possess. The thought of you being married to someone else makes Namjoon’s blood boil. And even at these parties the way the other men scan your body, while you’re in your tight-fitting dresses draping your body perfectly makes him want to take his gun out and shoot them all. He looks over to the night sky sighing and drinking his third glass of scotch. Namjoon suddenly feels a pair of hands right above his navel and he’s ready to smack that person but he hears your voice and jolts instead trying to turn.

“Boo!”

“Were you supposed to meet me here?” Namjoon asks with a grin, lifting a brow as if he didn’t just get scared and pulls your wrist around his waist towards his back so he can hug you.

“No I’m a surprise,” you say sounding all sassy and smiling where your cheeks fluff up and you look like a pufferfish and it always gets Namjoon. His eyes are crescents, dimples peeking from his cheeks.

“What would they say if they saw the big bad Kim Namjoon like this?” you ask raising your brow not as good as Namjoon but it gets the job done.

“If I didn’t hear your voice, but only felt hands and if it weren’t you, they’d be dead princess” he responds voice deep and low holding that timber, his the last four words whispered into your ear. His breath making you feel ticklish so you giggle. He looks around to check if any eyes were on him and then, quickly pulls you into a hug. You smell divine as usual. Namjoon dips lower and places his chin near your neck. He loves it. The smell of your perfume, your shampoo combined with your own sweet natural scent. Makes him feel like some kind of animal, primal instincts kicking in and he knows if he keeps his head there he’s a goner. But what he feels now is different than usual. Your body is warmer to his touch. He’s used to how you normally feel. And right now you feel warm, your skin hot when he slots his fingers on your forehead brushing your hair to the side.

“Looks like you’re running a fever are you okay princess?” he asks his voice suddenly all serious, brows furrowed his gaze boring to where his hands meet your skin. You want to say that you’re okay, but you’re not. You feel sore everywhere. Your legs hurt from wearing heels. Your dress is too tight and you’re hating the way it feels all over your body. It’s making you feel uncomfortable. The material just feeling torturous against your feverish skin. You haven’t had proper meals because your family starved you so don’t look bloated for today’s event. They wouldn’t even feed you when you were sick. You threw up twice but they still made you come here. You need an IV probably. You thought you’d text Namjoon but since they were going to make you attend this party anyways might as well be here and get some serotonin from seeing him. You were always trained to say you’re okay. Making yourself seem strong. Your needs were never to be put first. But right now the way Namjoon looks at you, with so much care and concern makes your heart ache so you give in, tell him and you just want to sit down because you don’t know when your dizziness will be back. You want to cry because you’re so annoyed and irritated your brain a mess.

“No” you squeak out. You eyes now glossy and Namjoon’s heart just breaks at that. Only after a few seconds does he realize how your face gives away the exhaustion after he looked at it a little longer. The bags under your eyes can be seen. Even if the concealer did a good job of hiding the dark circles Namjoon can see how truly tired and exhausted you must be feeling. Your cheeks more hollow. Your posture barely making you stand straight or still. Fidgety. Weak. You lean into his arms. Your forehead meets his shoulder. His black blazer feels so soft. You sigh. you want to just stay there. Namjoon carefully pulls you off him while he cups your cheek and tells you that you both should move somewhere more private. You nod and sneak out of the room. Thankfully the party today was at a hotel, one of Seoul’s biggest and Namjoon makes some calls while you’re walking his hands securing you by his side while you make your way out. Namjoon notices how it’s hard for you to match his stride today. Even though the man is 70% legs you usually keep up with him by walking faster or leaping. But today you’re barely able to keep up with his slowest smallest strides. You walk for what feels like an hour but it’s just been two minutes. You’re back at the reception lobby and you see someone guide you and Namjoon to the elevator. The next thing you know you’re in a hotel room.

Namjoon leads you towards the bed once you’re in the room and the door is locked. A few seconds later you hear rustling and you know they’re the guards placed outside the door for security. You sit on the bed your legs finally catching a break from carrying you and the stupid dress around with those stupid heels. You loved wearing heels but not today sis. In your hazy state you try to pull them off only that you forgot to remove the strap first through the small metal buckle. The dress making it a struggle to bend over and reach for the straps. Namjoon sees your struggle and can’t help but let out a small giggle. You look up at him with those doe eyes, confused and there it goes his heart sinks again. He makes way his towards you, leans down on both his knees. He gently takes your right foot into his palm and with the other hand makes quick work to get you out of your heels. Within seconds he was able to accomplish what you were trying so hard to do. And with one of your problems gone, you just fall back onto the plush bed all grace forgotten. Once the head hits the soft cloud-like mattress you let out a sigh of happiness and then a groan. Your feet are still hanging downwards to the floor, your back was on the bed arched so you can rest your head down. But more comfortable than standing or walking right now but you’ll take it. Too tired to move you give up fatigue finally settling in.

“Move up sweetheart you’ll hurt your back” you hear Namjoon say but you have no energy. You don’t even respond sleep already taking over you. Especially now that you were safe, away from those eyes, your parents probably thought you’ll be talking to some guy impressing someone but little did they know you’d be here a few floors above the party with Joon. You don’t know what to call your little arrangement or these little sneaking out sessions are. You don’t know what Namjoon is to you. The two of you haven’t talked about it. It’s weird because you’ve talked about fate, why Namjoon hates seafood and how much you love the rain, the fraud patterns in his business but never about what Namjoon is to you. Not that you need a label, and not that maybe calling him your boyfriend would be a label like that, you’d actually like it. All you know is Namjoon likes you, for sure I mean he wouldn’t be kissing you like a starved man, you shoving your tongue down his throat or else. You know you love him but you don’t know if he loves you yet. It’s too much to ask for. Given the circumstances. You’re just glad you found him. And whatever moments you’ll get to share you’ll cherish them now and forever. You start thinking about all these moments while sleep pulled you in completely and you don’t hear Namjoon call your name again. You don’t hear him trying to wake you up. You don’t feel his hands cupping your cheek. You sure as hell don’t even feel his lips peck yours which is the first time in a while now. You don’t feel him undo some buttons and zips to get you off that dress. You don’t even feel the way he tucks you in.

All you now know is you wake up in a blanket nest. Soft blankets against your cheek, your hands, your legs. You sigh at this feeling smiling to yourself. You’re moving and stretching. Feeling like a new person. You’re fully awake now even though you haven’t opened your eyes and that’s when you hear him

“Can you hear me now sleepy head?” you know he’s only teasing you but you pout before opening your eyes to see him at the other side of the room with an amused smile.

“New person who dis” you reply only making him laugh. Namjoon’s shirtless. He’s wearing his dress pants, his blazer hung at the corner neatly next to your dress. And that’s when you realize you’re wearing his shirt while you napped.

“What time is it” you ask yawning. and when Namjoon says you register you’ve napped for three full hours. He makes his way towards you. He slowly climbs on the bed stretching his arm out for you and you waste no time in jumping to his embrace with your new-found energy. Namjoons smiling at that. He can never get used to how perfectly you fit against him. He’s the one sighing in comfort now. Sometimes Namjoon can’t tell if you know that he loves you or not. The way you make him feel. The way you make him crave your heart.

You peek up from his shoulder to look at him, his eyes never leaving you.

“Hi” you whisper smiling at him

“Hii” he replies back matching your hushed tone dimples on display and you can’t help but poke them. From here you can see how versatile Namjoon is. His expressions outside the usual are deadly. His sharp dragon eyes, jutted jaw, furrowed brows he looks dangerous and lethal. But now all you see is a soft dimpled giant with the cutest button nose and crescent eyes. His eyes hold so much warmth.

He gently cards fingers through your hair asking if your feeling better to which you nod. You reach up to peck his lips. And once you slot your lips onto his plush and soft ones you want more. You move your hand to the back of his head lightly carding your fingers through his hair spurring him on. Namjoon takes this incentive and slots his lips back to yours. You look so damn good in his shirt and now his mind is going crazy. Thoughts racing. He tilts your head so he can angle himself better. Little sucks and swipes of his tongue against your lips and mouth have your knees weak. He knows how to claim his jackpot already knows what makes you react and what you like. One hand reached down to knead your ass. You moan against his mouth breathless as you take him in. Lips swollen, luscious and glossy. Your eyes are unrelenting. And he decided it is at this moment, he has to tell you. He fears the worst will happen. That you’ll say no. And he might never get to see you again. Ever. But the way your body molds in his arms, the way you only always react to him, the way you make his heart always beat faster.

“Y/N I really re-really like you”  there it was. That slight stutter. To Namjoon each second felt like a minute now but your eyes become wide and yoU smile a million-watt smile a second later. His hopes are back up. A warm feeling in his chest. Like a lightbulb inside him was lit. You can see him glowing. Now that the weight of his worries is halved. You cup his cheeks. And he thaws in your affection.

“I like you too Joon” you say voice barely above a whisper. You feel like a teenager confessing to her crush. You cheeks are painted red and Namjoon hasn’t seen a beautiful sight before. And now it’s actually your turn to get something off your chest.

“Heck I might even love you Kim Namjoon what are you doing to me” you say before you can think more and it has Namjoon visibly gasping and he pulls you in for another kiss. This time softer. Truly holding you against him. The way you belong to him. And the way he belongs to you. No more unsaid words. No more doubts.

“fuck baby girl be mine I love you too” he whispers inbetween kisses. You want to say something back but his lips are back on yours, molding them, tongue exploring. Leaving kisses at the corner of your mouth. On your chin. Your jaw. Slowly making its way down to your neck. You’re already so far gone you’re a whiny mess. Your body jolting backwards each time his lips touch the skin on your neck. fuck, you were so sensitive and that had his mind filled with filth. Moans dripping when he sucks and licks so gently. Your hand on his pecs, gripping his biceps or at the nape of his neck. Gentle touches, gets him so riled up and you know it. Moments with you like this lets him break his facade. Dive into his desires.

“So sensitive for me” Namjoon mutters to himself continuing his ministrations. One hand at the back supporting you, holding you strong. Another rubbing circles at your stomach for a few seconds, then holding you by the shoulder the next few seconds or groping your breasts softly making you whimper and suck in breaths.

Only when he slips his hand under his shirt on you does he realize the added warmth to your skin is from your fever reminding him of exhausted state and whatever you have going on will only make it worse if you don’t get to rest. Namjoon feels how flaccid and sunken your tummy feels. Not the way it usually does. He can easily notice all the inches you’ve lost. And suddenly there’s a change of energy.

“Those assholes, fuck princess let me take care of you” he says letting you go. His eyes have already changed. The hurt and anger you could see in them made a shiver run up your spine. You can never get used to his eyes. The anger he is actually capable of. He’s always so kind, gentle and sweet to you but that’s just one side. Within minutes there’s food at your room. Everything that you like is here. Gimbap but with extra cheese. Kimchi-jigae with egg-fried rice rather than normal rice because you like it that way and even some dessert. This man really put in everything he knew about you. You looked at him with so much adoration it only made his face turn red while he looked down and scratched the back of his head. Kim Namjoon was shy right now all dimples and smiling. You giggled and pulled him towards you so the two of you can enjoy this meal. You don’t know when your phone will start blowing up. You don’t know when you’ll have to leave, go away from Joon, his warmth, his comfort and his solace. So you take in this moment with everything it has to offer. Grateful that even the few minutes you spent awake with this man made you feel loved to the extent where you're always at a loss of words.  

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Gas Station Saviors

A/N: so instead of going to therapy. I wrote this about something that happened on Halloween this year. So. There’s that. 🥴🥴 anywho please everyone stay safe in these times of plague and don’t do like these characters do only go outside if you absolutely must!

Genre: crack (?) 😜 mature 🔞

Pairing: OT7 x main character (reader)

Length: 9.1k 

⚠️warnings ⚠️: mentions of loss, alcohol consumption, mentions of COVID 19 (please social distance unlike the characters in this one shot), panic attack mentions

M. L i s t | Request 

It was another endless day. The fact that the calendar date was October 31st did nothing to influence my schedule into being less demanding. I sighed as I sat back at my desk, finally able to clock out for the day.  

During the times of pandemic, work only got busier, which was great for my wallet, but my mind was becoming increasingly vacant as the days turned into weeks and then months. I heard the rest of my family down stairs as I sat back wondering how much longer life would continue on like this.  

I watched as the time on the clock kept blinking back at me, unfeeling. [5:45 pm.]  

Another sigh left my lips as I heard my grandmother calling out to my cousins to pick up after themselves. Dinner must be coming to a close, I hummed. I grabbed my headphones and my phone after slipping on a pair of sweatpants. I was used to eating on my own these days. My family never waited for me anymore.  

And thank goodness I did. Coming down the stairs I saw a person I had never met before. “Oh, ____, you’re home!” my older cousin smiled. “This is my girlfriend, Sarah.”  

He was smiling, nothing ever seemed to affect him, not even the pandemic. Here he was, introducing me to his new girlfriend. I smiled as my mind was shouting insults at the family that I was stuck living with. “Nice to meet you,” she moved to shake my hand but I stepped back and then her face seemed to color with understanding. I couldn't believe it, here I was, separating myself from my friends, the guy that I liked, and my dad and a whole other side of my family. But of course, social distancing didn’t apply to my cousin. He was allowed to do just about anything he wanted.  

“Oh, Princess?” my mom came up behind me and steered me into the kitchen, her soft dulcet tones calming as she plated a hefty plate of food for me. Mom was always doing that, steering me away from things and situations, good and bad.  

The tension I felt settled in my brow and my shoulders as I was sat down at the now empty table to eat. I fished my headphones out of my pocket along with my phone and put on a BTS music video, Dynamite, I decided, I needed something to make me smile. Just watching the seven idols always put a smile on my face. Once the song stopped playing, I sent a text to the guy I was crushing on, asking if he had plans tonight.  

[6:01 PM] to: tall boi  u wanna hang out—or r u busy? C:  

I went back to YouTube and selected an old BTS bomb to watch while I finished eating.  Walking back into the kitchen, I plated the rest of my food into a Tupperware box laughing and smiling at the seven boys that I basically grew up with.  

“Plans for tonight, Princess?” my mom was all smiles as she filled her wine glass again.  

I gave her a small smile, “possibly, I’ll let you know.”  

“Perfect, you should put make up on if you decide to go out,” she briefly touched my cheek and floated back to the sofa to get back to her tele-novella. I sighed, she was right, it had been weeks since I felt like a person, I made my way upstairs to my room and put my music on shuffle while I got ready.  

My makeup was all done, and I was picking out an outfit. I finally settled on a cropped black long sleeve sweater and striped pants that made my butt look really cute. Satisfied with my selection, I got dressed, and because I was antsy, I grabbed my keys and told my mom I was leaving.  

I was bounding out the door in minutes, the sounds of screams from haunted houses were rising in the air, and there was a subtle mist that clung to the dark asphalt of the street like a thick blanket. I smiled as the scent of fog machines and the chilling sounds of haunted house albums greeted me before I placed my hand on the driver’s door handle unlocking my car and climbing in.  

The long coat that I draped over my shoulders was already making me too warm as I settled into my seat and waited for the music to connect to the speakers.  

My Time softly greeted my ears as I turned on my seat warmer and adjusted the air settings in my car so that I was comfortable.  

I checked my phone one last time before I peeled out of my parking space and decided that a night time drive through the canyon would be very relaxing. It also took me in his direction so if he ended up wanting to meet up, I would be closer than usual.  

As I turned onto the main road leading down to the canyon, my car alerted me of his text.  

[7:45 PM] from: tall boi can’t im super busy  

I tried to push back the disappointment that took hold of my heart. Only one year before, we had spent this exact night laughing, eating candy and watching TV in his apartment.  The sting of tears threatened to escape from my lashes, but I did my best to not allow them to fall. I further resolved to drive completely through the canyon to end up in the city.  

With my mind made up, I cranked up ON by BTS as it started playing through the speakers. I slowly came to a stop at the streetlight and shifted my car into sport mode. Once the light turned green, I was off merging into the next lane getting in front of the slower cars and pulled ahead.  

Soon, I was curving down into the canyon, the forest coming up and creating a canopy over the road. I had always loved driving down into the canyon and now it was the route most travelled when going to visit my grandpa’s grave. A left-handed turn had me pulling into the outskirts of the city. I kept to the outskirts, not wanting to get mixed up in any traffic and then kept going north. Finally, my destination came up, In n Out. I smiled happily as I got in line.  

After acquiring my sustenance, I made my way over to the nearest park to sit and enjoy my strawberry milkshake and my steaming hot French Fries. Softly, BTS was still playing through my speakers as I scrolled through my phone mindlessly. After another half hour, I got bored and decided to finally start making the long trek home.  

I started up my car again and back tracked briefly to stop at a gas station to fill up my tank before getting back on the road. I killed the engine and fished out my wallet from my purse to pay for my gas. The gas station had been full of cars. A family, two couples and an elderly man. I stood with my phone and scrolled more while waiting for the tank to fill. I suddenly remembered about the trash in my car and threw it out.  

Once the gas line popped, I grabbed a napkin to wipe off the gas tank on my car and removed the gas line. I turned back to the console and keyed in for it to print a receipt. At that moment I heard a shout from behind me and turned in surprise. When I turned again to watch where the scream came from, I saw a short man with a ripped tank top on. A quick glance around told me all the other cars had gone at some point. I clutched onto my phone tighter, unsure if I should really even worry.  

My eyes widened in shock; I had no idea where this person came from. But I seemed to have drawn attention to myself because he changed his trajectory after our eyes met. He stumbled away a little and I let out a sigh of relief as I returned the gas line and impatiently tapped my foot, waiting for the receipt to print. There was another shout and I turned to see he was no longer making his way to the car at the air pump ahead of where I parked —where had it even come from?—he was making his way over to me and he had a sinister smile on his face. My hands started to shake, and I bared my teeth in warning.  

He must have taken it as a smile because his eyes lit up in a disgusting way. My breath hitched in my throat as I saw another guy make his way over from my left. And then the car at the air pump started. The first guy waved at the car signaling for it to come closer. My hands were shaking as I hastily reached for the receipt that finally printed and then a sweet, melodic voice greeted me from behind.  

“Hey Babe, still getting gas?” I turned to give the person a piece of my mind, or scream—I wasn’t sure— when I stopped and my mouth fell open slightly at the sight that greeted me.  

My eyes landed on The Jeon Jungkook. “H-hi,” I stuttered. My hand was still reaching for the receipt from the console, stuck in shock. Jungkook seemed to notice and grabbed onto my wrist, my cellphone was still clutched in my grasp, to tug me gently in his direction.  

The two guys that were making their way over to my car were stopped at the front by the hood, watching the scene play out. “You scared me, Kookie!” I giggled then, the adrenaline or something kicked me into gear and I grabbed onto him leaning in for support. I tried to playfully swat at his arm but couldn’t help but wonder if I was shaking too much to really sell it.

“Who are your friends?” he asked me jutting his chin at the older men.  

I shook my head, “I don’t know them,” and pulled him closer and he easily stepped up to put me slightly behind him.  

Suddenly, I heard the voices of other BTS members, I heard Jimin louder than the others though. “Jungkook-ah!” he called out loudly.  

The two men at the hood of my car snapped their gaze in that direction when they previously seemed to be deciding whether they could take on Jungkook, but at the sound of the rest of the members, they seemed to rethink it. Jungkook called out something in Korean and the sound of footfalls was heard, once the other six made their way to where we were, the two older men backed up and got into the waiting car. After a moment, they drove off and I only calmed down once I was sure they had left. I physically sagged into Jungkook’s back and moved to lean against my car and covered my face.  

The boys were all speaking so fast, I started feeling dizzy and there was a growing ringing in my ears. I slowly sank down using my car for support and didn’t even look at the 7 men stood before me. Softly, I heard a gentle voice trying to bring me back. “Are you okay?”  

I blinked, when had my vision gotten so blurry? I turned to the right when there was a gentle touch to my arm. I was then greeted with Jungkook’s soft face his eyes wide with worry. Suddenly, the full implications of what just almost happened hit me like a bucket of ice-cold water and tears came.  

He let out a surprised sound and the others seemed to quiet down at the sound of my cries. I covered my face again with my hands and my whole body shook. I felt a strong comforting hand on my back and running through my hair. I leaned into the touch and was glad that I was being allowed this moment to process what just happened.  

After a couple of minutes, I calmed down enough to not lean on the person anymore. I moved away slightly and tried to stand up. Hands were offered to me and hands on my hips also helped steady me as I stood again.  

“You’re really here?” I gasped in amazement when I took in the sight of BTS in front of me.  

Namjoon laughed and Yoongi gave me a soft reassuring smile Jin and Jimin nodded. I looked to my right and saw and then finally felt Jungkook beside me. “Oh my god,” I stilled. I covered my face again, though this time, it was from embarrassment. “I look like a mess.”  

Suddenly, it was like they realized that I knew who they were. “Are you ARMY?” Hoseok asked tentatively.  

I nodded, “yes, I’m ARMY,” I smiled and I couldn’t suppress my happiness anymore. I was having serious emotional whiplash. “Thank you,” I told the members and then turned to Jungkook and bowed to 90 degrees. “Thank you,” I tried to bow several times and then he put his hands on my shoulders trying to stop me.  

“No, no” he shook his head. “It’s okay.”  

I shook my head again and then Namjoon stepped in here. “Are you feeling okay?” I felt that I was still trembling but I nodded and Namjoon seemed to read me like an open book. “We are leaving to get dinner would you please join us?”  

I shook my head, as I looked at all of them. “I can't ruin your plans like that.”  

“You wouldn’t ruin our plans,” it was Yoongi who spoke up then.  

“What’s your name?” Jimin asked softly.  

I gasped not believing I could be so rude and bowed again, “____ imnida.”  

“Wooo~” it was Seokjin who gaped at me.  

“I forgot all of my Korean,” I apologized blushing more.  

“That’s okay, we speak English,” Hoseok smiled warmly at me.  

“I know,” I blushed. “Where are you having dinner?”  

“BCD, you know it?” Taehyung finally spoke up.  

I nodded, “I love to eat there! Their kalbi is delicious!”  

Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook all smiled and laughed at my reaction. The older men seemed surprised and glad that I was even interested.  

“Can I go with you?” I blinked. Right. I had my car. I turned and smiled with a nod to Jungkook.  

“If you like, I just gave to move my coat.” I smiled warmly at him.  

I was making my way to the passenger door and then remembered the door was locked so I back tracked and leaned into the cab from the driver’s door to reach for my things and move them around. I scrambled around and I didn’t even think twice as I busied myself wish my task that they would be watching me. Suddenly the chatter around them got a little quiet and then stopped. I settled for draping my coat along the middle console and letting my backpack rest on the floor right in front of my seat. I made sure that it was closed properly so nothing would go rolling around.  

I stood back up and turned to face the seven men that kept me sane for the last 7 years and couldn’t help but be stunned by them yet again. Yoongi and Jungkook had been watching me closely it seemed and the others had their gazed pointedly fixed somewhere else. And then I remembered I was wearing pants that made my butt look delectable. I blushed and unlocked the car doors and told them I was ready.  

Jungkook nodded and moved past me and rest his hand on my hip lightly. I’d never been one to openly drool or be affected by just a man’s touch. Maybe it’s because it was Jungkook or maybe there was just something in the air because of Halloween. But I felt a warmth stir in the pit of my stomach and bit down on my lip to keep myself in check.  

“D-Does anyone else w-want to come along?” I smiled flushing hot, but now, from embarrassment.  

Taehyung nodded and moved to go sit behind Jungkook in the back seat and Jimin followed after. As the younger boys climbed into the car, I heard Jungkook’s sweet voice calling for me front he still open door on my side. “_____-ssi, turn car…on?”  

“Oh!” I nodded and climbed into the driver’s seat pressed on the brake and held the engine start button and my car purred to life. I plugged in my phone and adjusted the volume so the music would be soft and told Jungkook he could put whatever on, when Bigbang started playing through the speakers, I skipped through a couple of songs until I came to an Ariana Grande song. I gave him a small smile and got back out of the car and the other boys in the backseat leaned forward to tell Jungkook what to play.  

Jin smiled and said something in Korean that I didn’t understand and I blushed more as they all looked at me. “You know how to get there? Jin-hyung is asking,” Namjoon translated for me.  

I nodded, “I go there all the time. It’s just down the street that way,” I pointed in the correct direction to emphasize my point.  

Namjoon nodded, “can I come too?” Hoseok gave me a huge smile.  

I nodded with a tight smile, “it might be tight,” I hedged. Hoseok didn’t seem to understand but when he looked in the rear window at how Taehyung and Jimin were commandeering most of the real estate, he sighed. And yelled at them through the window.  

Jimin’s eyebrows were raised as he rolled down his window and said something in retaliation to his hyung. I smiled and giggled a little bit before turning back to Namjoon.  

“I will follow your car?” I asked.  

Namjoon nodded but then started shaking his hard and said “no, we will follow you.”

I nodded with sudden realization. I was driving 3 of the most famous people in the world. Of course, there was a worry that I would drive off and kidnap them. I wouldn’t ever dream of doing that, but I understood. With another nod and a command to drive safely from the hyungs, I got back into my car and settled into my seat.  

I stopped short again as I reached for my seatbelt and looked into my back seat to see Jimin and Taehyung laughing about something so casual and relaxed. Like they belonged there in my car, in my life. To be fair they were part of my life. I followed their music and campaigns religiously. And consumed all the media they created, but what wasn’t normal was having the 3 super stars in my little Honda hatchback.  

“Hi, ___-ah,” Jimin smiled leaning in forward.  

“Hi Jimin-ie,” I giggled as a blush came over me.

“How old are you,” Jimin smiled warmly.  

I giggled a little, “I’m 26.”  

Taehyung and Jungkook laughed at this. “So, you’re our noona?” Jungkook confirmed. I nodded and did my best to ignore the growing flame in my stomach at the sound of Jungkook calling me noona.  

There were gasps and laughs and clear teasing coming from the back seat and I couldn’t stop the smile that wanted to keep growing on my face. “Seatbelts,” I called while I clicked my own into place.  

Beside me I saw Jungkook fasten his own belt and turned back to check that Taehyung and Jimin had secured their own. With a determined nod I said, “okay let’s go! BCD here we come!”

The boys joined in my cheer and I shifted into sports mode again and slowly pulled forward to wait for the hyungs to get behind us in their car.  

Once the black SUV pulled up behind me, I pulled forward and settled into my seat talking as best as I could with the three men in my car. They asked silly questions like what is my favorite color and when I got my car. I answered their questions with the simplest answers that I could. I happily talked about my car telling them I bought it as a birthday present for myself.  

We were only three lights away from the restaurant, what could we really talk about? Still somehow, we were all laughing and talking together. We didn’t catch the first light; we could have but I suddenly was preoccupied with making sure we made it in one piece. My anxiety was through the roof—would they tell their hyungs that I was a safe and responsible driver? While I contemplated this, Boys with fun started playing through the speakers and I turned up the volume by 1 and started singing along and dancing—somehow— forgetting that I had an audience.  

Then the car was suddenly very quiet after I acted out along to Taehyung’s part in the song with J-Hope and I looked over to Jungkook with wide eyes and shock—had I really just done that? His mouth was hanging open in a teasing smile and his eyes were wide with wonder.  

I gasped and said, “don’t laugh!!”

And after another beat of silence, all three erupted with laughter.  

It was contagious, I couldn’t help but laugh too. The light we were stopped at changed to green and I made the left turn and quickly merged all the way to the right in preparation for the eventual right turn we would make.  

The guys were all loud and laughing and making me forget the trauma that I just experienced. What would have happened if Jungkook hadn’t stepped in? I wouldn’t let myself dwell on it while I was with them. I would soak up all the love and positive energy that I could while I had them with me.  

After two more lights, we were turning into the parking lot for BCD. I tried to get a close spot and parked in reverse so if we needed to leave quickly, it wouldn’t be an issue. Once I was parked, I grabbed my mask and tried to not think about the phrase printed on it. “Notice me Oppa”.  

It was meant to be a cute thing to wear if I ended up with him but those plans didn’t exactly pan out and here I was shrugging on my over coat to ward off the cold. I couldn’t believe I was wearing this embarrassing mask in front of the 7 men that I looked up to most. I waited for the boys to get out of the car and then locked the doors with the press of the lock button in my handle. Jimin saw my mask and I saw it in his eyes. The teasing glint in his eyes as he regarded me. “Don’t say anything!” I giggled pointing up at him thankful the mask covered most of, what I was sure was, my red face.  

“C’mon noona,” he teased lightly and the four of us made our way up to the entrance for BCD where the other members had already been ushered inside and to the back room.  

When we entered the ajumma smiled and greeted us in English. Jungkook greeted her warmly in Korean and explained who we were. She nodded and called someone over to lead us into the back room. I had never been back here so I was excited to see a part of the restaurant I hadn’t before.  

The hyungs and some managers were already seated and talking, ordering drinks and relaxing. When we came into the room, the guys called in greeting and I was stunned again with how handsome they all were. I was really here. Eating dinner with them. I couldn’t believe my luck.  

I must have been standing for too long because Yoongi waved at me and called me over with his hand. I blinked and sauntered over and started to really question my mask choice as he leaned in to speak softly. “Hi ____-ah,” He pat on the empty seat beside him and I slowly lowered myself onto the chair after removing my coat.  

I blushed and didn’t want to remove my mask because I knew I was so red underneath the blessed fabric. “Hi—Yoongi?” I hedged he nodded and blinked back at me.  

“I am your oppa?” He smiled teasingly at me and pulled on my mask a little, I pulled away from him a little as my blush deepened further. I nodded and was reminded again of the flame that flared up in my belly again. Now was so not the time. “So?” He raised his eyebrows waiting for me. And then it clicked.  

Was he in a power trip or something?? “H-hi Yoongi-oppa.” I winced, my voice sounded small, even to me.  

He leaned in like I had seen him do at a concert I attended in 2016. At the concert he was waiting for the audience to scream for him and scream we did I reminisced on the screams and cries I had belted out for him. He was my bias at the time and I was hoping that he would be satisfied with how loud the stadium had gotten. Suddenly I was back in my seat, watching how he put a hand cupped around his ear and motioned for me to repeat it again just like that night.  

By some miracle I found my voice again, pulled my mask down and spoke again. “Hi Yoongi-oppa.”

He seemed satisfied this time and leaned back in his chair to chime in on the conversation going on around us. A conversation I couldn’t really participate in since I couldn’t speak Korean and that I had completely lost due to a certain Min Yoongi distracting me. But it seemed that Jungkook was relaying to his hyungs about something that happened. I just sat silently and smiling just happy to be near them.  

Namjoon seemed to notice my lack of understanding because he was leaning over explaining what was being said to me so I could feel included. I smiled and thanked him and then we started having our own conversation. I was worried that because he has such a big brain that I wouldn’t be able to have stimulating conversation for him, but he didn’t make me feel nervous or anything.  

Eventually, a waiter came in with drinks and a soda was placed down in front of me. I thanked them all with nods and bows. And then a shot glass was placed in front of me. I gulped, a little nervous.  

“You can drink, right?” Namjoon looked at me as he seemed to notice that I got nervous.  

I smiled and gave a nervous laugh. “Yes I’m 26.” Though I didn’t voice that I get stupid when I’m drunk.  

“Oh?” He smiled with interest. “I am too.”  

I nodded, “yeah I know.” I blushed and hid my smile a little bit.  

“When Is your birthday?” He asked.  

Oh “February 21st.”  

“That’s only a few days after J-Hope!” Hoseok looked over in interest at the mention of his name.  

I smiled and nodded again stating again, “I know.”  

When Namjoon said “you know” at the same time we both laughed together. Hoseok must have asked him what we were talking about because Namjoon was suddenly gesturing to me and Hoseok’s eyes got wide as he answered back.  

He turned and looked at me and said “we have almost same birthday!”

I nodded along and smiled wider. “You’re older by a few days!”

He nodded and sat back in his seat suddenly energetic again. “Let’s be close since we are same age!”

I nodded and said, “okay.” Yoongi snorted beside me and I turned back to look at him and smile. “Neh, oppa?” I gasped suddenly and fished for my cellphone from my pocket and blushed when I felt Yoongi lean in closer to look at the purple screen and asked if I was okay.  

I had made a mood-board of Jungkook my Lock Screen and had just finished customizing my Home Screen just the day before. I nodded to Yoongi in answer and pulled up messages on my phone and text my mom that I was safe and with my friends so she wouldn’t worry me and apologized for not texting sooner. Not even a minute later, she replied back thanking me for letting her know.  

I smiled and let out a little sigh of relief. Yoongi had to have still been watching me because suddenly, his finger was tapping against my phone and looking at the settings I had in place. He scrolled through the photos I had cycling on screen and stopped at an edit of him from Boy with Luv. He pointed at the screen and then back at himself, that’s me.  

I nodded. “You were my first bias,” I giggled.  

“Who is now?” I blushed and locked the screen and illuminated it for him to see Jungkook’s face smiling up at him. Namjoon seemed to catch on our conversation at this point.  

“You mean it’s not me?” He played it like he was offended and I hurriedly tried to explain.  

“I love all of you. You’re all my bias and my wreckers at the same time. You’re all so talented and you’re so smart.” I suddenly realized that I was gushing about them to him and clammed up a little feeling self-conscious.  

Yoongi seemed to notice and gently pat on my arm trying to be reassuring. I gave him a small smile and he said something in Korean and Namjoon translated for me. I suddenly remembered about the iOS update that happened to put a translator on my phone.  

I hurriedly unlocked my phone but Facial recognition didn’t seem to work so I typed in my code. And pulled up the translator. I spoke into it, “maybe we can understand each other now.” And pressed play on the Korean side of it.  

The little voice that played back made Yoongi’s eyes light up in wonder as he nodded back.  

He then got his own phone out and found the translator and spoke what he said “okay, I think this can work.”

I smiled triumphantly and told Namjoon I didn’t want him to have to translate everything for me. He smiled and then relaxed back in his seat revealing Jungkook to his left. I smiled and turned back to Yoongi asking him about how he was doing. Why they were even in California.  

Yoongi answered and we went back and forth like this a few times. And then a waitress stopped between us to ask for our order. Yoongi motioned for me to go first. I ordered the kalbi combo with mild spice on my tofu soup.  

Yoongi snorted out a laugh again and I gasped at him waiting for him to finish ordering after me to ask him what was so funny. He explained that he laughed at how I ordered not spicy soup.  

I rolled my eyes and laughed more. “I get sick if I have too much spicy food.”

He nodded and suddenly concern clouded his eyes asking if I was okay eating here.  

I smiled and assured him that I’d been craving to eat here for a while now. I told him that I wanted to at least pay for my meal when I suddenly remembered that isn’t how Koreans gather. I apologized and bowed my head that I forgot.  

Namjoon’s ears pricked up at my comment. “What do you mean you forgot; did you live in Korea?”

I shook my head and spoke into the translator as I answered so Yoongi wouldn’t feel left out. “I wanted to move to South Korea so I learned about the culture over there. And I learned when you go out one person pays for everybody and you take turns.”

Namjoon nodded and confirmed and Yoongi asked. “Is that not how it is here?”

I shook my head no. “Everyone pays for themselves when you go out with a group. Or if one person pays, you pay your part to that person.”

Yoongi’s jaw dropped in shock and Namjoon just nodded along. Soon after sides were laid in front of us and I looked at the fish placed in front of me. And Yoongi turned his attention to the others I was deep in thought as I watched them all dancing around and joking with each other. I wished this time together could last forever.  

A wistful sigh left my lips as I had my phone facing up on the table in front of me when my phone lit up with a message from my crush.  

[21:37] from tall boi:  wanna meet up?

I sighed and rolled my eyes, the disappointment rolling off of me in waves seemed to alert the others.  

“Yah. ____-ah!” It was Hoseok. “Why you are sad?”

“Oh,” I smiled at him. “This guy wants me to meet up with him.”

“Is he your boyfriend?” Hoseok laughed.  

I giggled more and shook my head no. “He’s not. Just a guy that wants to mess around.”

Namjoon blushed at that when Hoseok looked confused at my answer. I guess Namjoon explained what I said because Yoongi was suddenly upset and talking into his phone when it sounded out. “That guy sounds like an asshole block his number!”  

I laughed. Actually laughed, and nodded as I opened the text and didn’t answer leaving it on read.  

Jin suddenly looked over at me, “we make him jealous!”

I shook my head no. “We don’t have to do that.”

Hoseok was suddenly into it with how shy I had gotten. “Yes! Let’s do it!”

The rest of the group cheered and Jimin snatched up my phone from across the table and snapped a photo of me sitting between Yoongi and Namjoon.  The two men leaned into me and put their arms around me.  

I giggled and blushed even more and Taehyung hopped up from beside Jungkook and came to stand behind us, leaning down. Jin shot up out of his chair on the other side of us and shouted. “You need Jin, worldwide handsome!” And made his way over too.  

I couldn’t stop laughing and Jimin kept taking photos capturing every moment. Hoseok suddenly called out to the one of the staff and asked for them to take our photo together. He was gesturing to us and the staff member nodded and took my phone from Jimin.  

Suddenly I was stood up, Yoongi and Namjoon pushed our three chairs together and sat me down on their lap. Jungkook got closer, and Taehyung sat to Yoongi’s right. The three other men gathered behind us and posed. I don’t know how I didn’t notice, but they were each holding onto me somehow. I couldn’t help the smiles and the laughs that escaped me. I was actually happy.  

The staff member handed my phone to me and I thanked him profusely bowing many times.  

The next thing I knew, our food was coming out and our spots were rearranged so I was sitting between Jin and Jimin on the other side of the table now. Yoongi glared in our direction and Jimin childishly taunted him.  

I’m watching you! It looked like Yoongi warned Jimin who bowed his head and closed his eyes with a 10000-watt smile as we sat. Finally, someone said let’s eat and we all dug into our meals. Everyone grabbed from whatever plate they wanted and ate together.  

“What is your favorite BTS song?” Jimin asked me suddenly, pulling me from watching the others laugh and joke while they ate.  

I laughed lightly and answered honestly. “All of them. But the first song I ever heard was Haruman.”  

Jimin seemed to think back on it fondly.  

“Who is your favorite?” Jin asked me.  

I smiled and showed him my phone screen.  

“Yah! Not worldwide handsome Jin?!” he screeched incredulously.  

I smiled and giggled at his dramatics I could tell he was joking but it still made me laugh. “Oppa~~ don’t be like that.”

He’s eyes sparkled at my tone and he then continued to eat his food and joke with the other guys. And I looked on fondly.  

“Jungkook is really your favorite?” Jimin asked me.  

I smiled and blushed nodding and bumped my shoulder with his as I explained that they were all my favorite at one point. I just had a soft spot for the youngest of the group. Jungkook turned at the sound of his name, his eyebrows raised in question passing over me and then turning to Jimin.  

“Hyung?” He called in his melodic voice.  

I couldn’t get over hearing them without a filter of some sort. Be it a screen or a microphone from a concert. A girl could get used to this. Jimin spoke quickly to the maknae and the way his eyes gleamed with pride as he then smiled at me told me everything I needed to know about the exchange. He knew that he is my bias and there was so hiding it now.  

I blanched a little under his intense gaze and looked down at my plate blushing when Jimin saw this he took the opportunity to tease me. Bringing it to the attention of everyone at the table. I would have been mortified but I didn’t really care. I was again just so happy to be around then to hear them. I was rubbing elbows with Mr. Worldwide Handsome over here!  

Maybe I was getting overwhelmed again, but I felt a tear escape my eyes and Jin seemed to calm down and pat my back trying to comfort me.  

“Are you okay?” Jimin asked from my left I turned to him and I started sobbing. The guys all sprang up from their seats and tried to reassure me. I nodded and grabbed a napkin trying to dab away my tears. I had worked so hard to make my make up perfect tonight. I wasn’t going to ruin it I cursed myself internally. I curled up into myself as I tried to calm myself, patting on my shoulders in a soothing motion.  

Then Jungkook was knelt in front of me. “Can I hug you?” Was falling to my ears.  

I nodded and said, “yes please.” Then. I felt the world come to a standstill. I was overcome with his scent and the strength of his arms. I don’t even know why I was still crying. I hid my face in his chest and he suddenly lifted me up into his arms to move back to his seat and keep me in his lap. Jungkook kept a hand on my thigh and kept eating and offered me bites of food here and there.  

After a few minutes, I calmed down enough and moved to get up off his lap. He wrapped an arm around my waist and held me in place. My chopsticks were passed over to me and I ate happily from my new seat.  

“Tell me if I’m too heavy,” I told him while trying to lessen my weight on his leg. He blinked back at me in confusion so Namjoon translated since my phone was still at the other side of the table.  

Jungkook smiled and puffed his chest. “I’m Strong. I can hold you noona.”

I giggled and went back to eating happily. As we all sat and ate Jungkook’s hold on me loosened but he still kept a hand on my thigh.  

As we ate, the boys ordered booze and shots.  Jin wanted me to drink for him so I had initially tried to deny but then I found myself with my hand on my elbow like I had learned and turned my face away to drink the shot. I had turned in Hoseok’s direction and he pretended to be offended making the guys all start laughing.  

I couldn’t stop laughing with them. The next thing I knew, we were tumbling out into the cool air and it was late. Too late.  

“We’re going to go keep the party going, if you want to come?” Namjoon asked as Jungkook kept a firm hold on my waist from my left. I smiled and nodded before I looked at my phone and saw the time. 11:35 and several texts from my mom asking if I was alright.  

I told my mom I was okay just caught up in eating with my friends and looked up at them sadly. Well. I don’t really want to leave.  

Taehyung and Jimin cheered and grabbed me into their arms and I felt the loss of Jungkook’s arm around me. And we all cheered so ready for the party to continue. Namjoon smiled and said that he’d be coming in the car with me this time. Yoongi agreed and Jimin and Taehyung pouted.  

“Noona~” they pleaded I didn’t understand the rest of what they said because it was all in mostly drunk Korean.  

I giggled and shook my head not understanding. Jungkook was once again pulling me into his side and I looked up at him smiling.  

“You let me come, right?” Jungkook’s eyes were shining like stars.  

I nodded and Taehyung and Jimin groaned. I looked back at them confused and Taehyung tried to explain. “I come too?”

I nodded, “if you want to squish between your hyungs.” Taehyung cheered and Jimin looked offended.  

I giggled at their show of annoyance with each other. “Where are we going?” I asked Namjoon.  

“To our hotel?” He answered.  

I nodded, “okay. Let’s go!” Jungkook crowed into the night air and I joined him along with Taehyung. We raced back to the cars, Jungkook got shotgun again and we climbed into my car. I felt the purr of the engine coming alive again and smiled to myself. Or so I thought.  

“You really like your car,” Yoongi gave me a gummy smile.  

I nodded and looked back at him through the rear view while we waited for the younger boys to climb into the black SUV. I had the biggest smile on my face and reconnected my phone to the USB-port. A Spanish Selena song Tu Solo Tu started played and I mumbled an apology when Yoongi said to leave it on.  

Maybe it was the little alcohol in my system, but I started belting out with the song, just singing my heart out as though I didn’t have an audience. Once the song changed the younger boys were ready and motioned for me to follow. I nodded and shifted into sport again, following after.  

After I sang a bit more and the boys joined in, Namjoon spoke up. “Your singing is really pretty.”

I blushed and said no but he insisted so I finally let him have it. “Can I record your voice?”  

I knew it was Yoongi and for some reason it made my heart flutter. So, I answered with a question of my own. “Are you serious?”

I looked back at him briefly and saw him nod in response and if I thought my face was going to break in half before, that was nothing compared to this. I nodded and enthusiastically said yes. “I would love that.”

He hummed quietly and Jungkook brought my attention back to the road when he started asking me questions about how long I’ve been in California and if I was ever going to go to South Korea.  

“I’ll make it there some day,” I told him. “Maybe not for a while; I can’t speak much Korean. I want to be able to speak more.”  

“What can you say?”

I laughed and said “hi my name is ____. Or I’m ____.” I thought a little harder. “Where is it?” I couldn’t stop the bubbling laughter. “I took a class years ago but I didn’t have anyone to practice with so I lost most of it.”

“We can help you practice,” Namjoon smiled warmly from the back seat.  

I shook my head. “You’re already busy enough, you don’t need me wasting your time too.”  

“Will you help me with English?” Jungkook queried softly from my right.  

When I looked over at him, I stilled. He was looking at me from under his lashes turning the cuteness to 5 trillion. I nodded. “Of course, I would help you!”

“So, we help you too,” Yoongi smiled.  

I blushed and continued to follow after the younger boys and finally after a half hour drive of singing and laughing with the guys, we were pulling off the freeway and towards their hotel. Once we finally arrived, we parked and made our way inside. Yoongi took the lead and Jungkook jumped around annoying his hyungs and making me laugh.  

Namjoon and I were laughing talking about their plans while in California. I gushed about local beaches and then remembered they probably wouldn’t be able to go, first because the weather was getting colder, and two they’re celebrities.  

Namjoon smiled in understanding helping me not feel bad for my inconsiderate answer. I’d had my hands up and was talking animatedly about how I haven’t really been around people because of social distancing and my frustration about my cousin still having a perfectly normal time right now.  

I then paled considerably. “I hope I don’t get you guys sick.”

Yoongi had just stopped to enter a keycard into a door as I said this and he shook his head. And Namjoon looked down at me with a soft smile, “you won’t. It’s okay.”

Namjoon ushered me into the hotel room after Yoongi and Jungkook and we were greeted with the cheers of our arrival from the others.  

“You made it!” Jimin and Taehyung shot up and wrapped their arms around me, tugging me around. I laughed and told them to please put me down.  

Yoongi yelled out something in Korean as he was rifling through some bags. My name was somewhere in the mix there so I looked over to him. Jimin and Taehyung groaned out in response.  

“Yah hyung,” and then they grumbled on before letting me go. Yoongi called me over and I dropped my bag on a chair and shrugged off my coat.  

“We record?” He flashed me a gummy smile and I perked up instantly.  

Hoseok groaned at the sound of Yoongi’s words but then was slightly interested once Namjoon explained Yoongi wanted to record me. “___-ah come get a drink!” Hoseok called before I made it to Yoongi.  

Yoongi growled out some sort of response with a scowl and so I promised Hoseok. “After, I will.”  

Yoongi was typing away and I sat beside him watching as he fiddled with settings. “Okay.” He grabbed his phone and was searching something up.  

“I’m nervous,” I laughed. “What should I sing for you?”

“The same song?” He answered with a furrowed brow.  

“Oh, from the car?” I asked my eyebrows raised in question. He nodded and I pulled up the lyrics on my phone to make sure I would sing it correctly.  

I cleared my voice a little and then started singing, careful to make sure I put as much effort into the quality of the sound and making sure the pitch was right too. I sang through the whole song once doing my best to not notice the way the others slowly stopped having conversations to listen to me singing. I made the mistake of looking up from my phone at one point and met eyes with Jungkook and nearly stopped singing.  

I looked over at Yoongi sitting beside me and his eyes were already trained on me so intently I started blushing and nearly fumbled the last few words of the song.  

Namjoon came over and started asking about the song and about what it meant. I explained it’s about lovers and the woman singing about how she’s getting drunk and can’t get over the person.  

After a while longer, we were all singing and dancing together. I sat down after a while and lazily sipped at the beer that they had given me. I started feeling myself get tired. Once I let my body relax, I grabbed my phone off the coffee table and gasped at the time. It was 3 AM.  

“Holy shit,” I laughed. Namjoon plopped down next to me and asked what happened. I showed him the time and he was equally surprised.  

Yoongi sat to my left and had his eyebrows raised in question. I showed him the time and explained, “It’s late. I should probably go home.”

“No~,” I heard the drawn-out call at my words from Jin as he sat on the chair beside the sofa I was resting on.  

“Jin hyung, you’re drunk,” Taehyung laughed at the oldest member.  

Jungkook tumbled over to where we sat and landed at my feet, laying his head in my lap. Maybe it’s because I was drunk or because I knew I would have to leave them, whatever it was had me reaching out to touch him. It made me card my fingers through his pillowy soft hair and run my hands across his shoulders giving him a light massage.  

He hummed and I could feel it through his back and I marveled at him and the way he was built so strong. It made me miss his strong arms around my waist like they were only hours before. Jungkook relaxed into my touch and leaned his back against my knees. I hummed quietly and eventually got too tired. I pat on his shoulder affectionately and gave him a brief squeeze before sitting back all the way in my spot and resting my head against the back of the sofa.  

“You’re tired,” Yoongi commented.  

“Neh oppa,” I smiled up at him.  

“Stay here and rest,” Jungkook said.  

I shook my head, “I should go home.”

“You’ve been drinking,” Taehyung pointed out remembering my earlier comment of not wanting to drink and drive.  

I frowned. I had been drinking and quite a lot of the bottles laying around were anything to go by. I hummed in response, not able to add much to the conversation.  

“Stay,” came Jungkook’s dulcet tones again.  

Yoongi put an arm around my shoulders and pulled me in close. Jimin sauntered over and sat down beside Jungkook leaning against him on the floor.  

“No one wants to cuddle with me?!” Jin screeched clearly joking but still trying to get someone to going join him. Namjoon let out a heavy sigh and went to sit in Jin’s lap. I chuckled softly and watched as they all talked with each other. Hoseok finally flopped down onto the mattress and scrolled through his phone.

I blinked and tried to hold back a yawn while Yoongi got comfortable in his spot and Taehyung sat beside us. “Are you staying noona?” I heard someone call as my eyelids were harder and harder to keep open. Yoongi had started humming a soft tune. I vaguely recognized it as Seesaw and hummed in response again.  

Hoseok was up again because I heard him walking around. Someone removed the beer bottle that was in my hand and then I was being lifted up. I opened my eyes briefly as much as I could and heard Jin say something in Korean. I was too tired to really ask, Namjoon called out to whoever was carrying me and I heard a chest rumble in response.  

The soft quality reminded me of Jungkook but I wasn’t sure. I blinked up blearily at the person holding me and was met with Jungkook’s sharp jawline. I sighed and snuggled closer into him; I briefly noticed his grip tightening on me slightly.  

“Just rest noona,” he hummed the smell of his breath and alcohol washed over me. Jin called back for Jungkook from down the hallway. I also heard Yoongi too but couldn’t be bothered to really try to pay attention.  

When I finally managed to open my eyes again, I was looking at Taehyung’s back as he opened the door to another room. I tried my best to ask in Korean, “Where are we?”  

Jungkook and Taehyung both cooed at me seemingly praising me based on their tone. I hummed happily once I was deposited onto a cool and soft surface. Someone removed my shoes. I felt hands on my waist and the zipper for my pants coming down.  

“What are you doing?” I huffed in annoyance.  

I didn’t hear a response. Just felt my pants being pulled down and quickly a silky soft material was being pushed up my legs. I forced my eyes open and laughed when I saw Jungkook and Taehyung trying to get a pair of basketball shorts on me. I helped them and raised my hips. I heard them huff a “thank you noona” in Korean.  

I heard fabric rustling and sighs and they were chatting about the day. I couldn’t quite catch everything. I briefly heard my phone going off in the background and one of them handed my phone to me. I opened my eyes and saw it was a text from my mom.  

[4:02 AM] from Mom: are you coming home?  

I answered back. [4:05 AM] to Mom:  nope still out with my friends. I’m not coming home tonight.  

Her response was immediate. [4:05 AM] OK you need to stay safe.  

I sighed and turned off my phone. And flung it to the end of the bed. I heard laughs and snickers in response to my attitude. I grumbled out, “Kookie~”  

“Neh, noona.”  

I heard the smile in his laugh. “Cuddles…” I racked my brain, trying to remember the phrase in Korean, “hold me tight.”  

I heard Taehyung right behind me then. His chuckle was right in my ear as he cooed at me for speaking Korean again. I shivered and settled under the covers comfortably as he had pulled them back. Finally, Jungkook came into bed too and I sighed happily when he pulled me to rest on his chest.  

Taehyung draped himself across my back and held onto my waist. I fell asleep quickly after that, praying that the last 12 hours had not been a dream.  

A/N: This probably won’t have a second part-- hence calling it a one shot. anywho;; I’m safe, nothing eneded up happening that night because a higher power was looking out for me that night-- so enjoy this crack piece and talk to me or something or i’ll just go off into the void and not do anything else but edit the next chapter in Music of the Night.. so i’m off to do that! 

Master L i s t | Request  

Love is nothing stronger

Male reader x Kim Namjoon.

In which you're kind of jealous of the relationship that Namjoon and Halsey have.

Genre: fluff ❄️

Word Count: 3k

No warnings apply.

You're totally fine. For real. Just tired after a long day at uni. It had been a nightmare; you are on exams period and have a few projects that its deadline is really soon, so you probably will not have free time for a long time. When you arrive home, Namjoon isn't there yet, so you decide to take a shower and then start to prepare the dinner. 

You think about all the homework you have to do and the fact that maybe you'll have to decline Joon's offer about you being on set for BTS' new music video. You really wanted to be there to show your support and love for them, but perhaps that won't happen this time. 

As you prepare the dinner, you hear the front door being opened and RapMon barking at Joon. An smile appears on your face without even noticing it. Namjoon puts his coat on the coat rack and takes off his shoes. 

“I'm home, (Y/N)” 

“Here.” you responded, still smiling, focusing on not burning up the meat. Namjoon gets closer, putting his arms around your waist and kissing your head. “How are you? Was your day nice?”

“It was, actually. We have everything ready for tomorrow! It'll be so great, I'm anxious already.” He answers, still embracing you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Now how was your day?” 

You sigh for the twentieth time on the day. “Not so good. Still have lots of things to do this weekend.” 

“Oh? You should rest tonight, don't even dare to open up your books.” 

“But, Joonie, I have to—”

“Give yourself a little break, 'kay?” This time he kisses your neck. “Come tomorrow with me, it'll be fun! The guys miss you. They ask about you all the time.” 

You turn around to face him and give him a warm smile. He smiles back, of course, showing his dimples and trying to convince you with his sparkling eyes. “Dunno. How many days will the shooting last?” 

“Three days, if everything goes according to the plan”

“Mmh, perhaps the second day I'll join you guys.”

“If that's fine to you, then it's fine to me.” He assured. “You should let me finish this. Go get some sleep”

“You probably are tired too. Don't baby me, I can do this!”

“But, (Y/N)! I wanna help you too. Last night you prepared the dinner as well.”

“Why don't you set the table and help me with the sauce?” 

Namjoon pouts but agrees. The night is a bit cold but relaxing. You both spend it sat on the sofa, drinking cold water (because Namjoon shouldn't drink alcohol before filmings) and enjoying the meat you prepared. As that episode of friends is finished, you both stand up to clean and head to your room.

“Are you sure you don't wanna come tomorrow?” Namjoon asks, picking some comfortable clothes and a Koya's towel. 

“Already told you. I wanna be there but I have to finish my projects. Probably I'll finish tomorrow, and then I am all yours.” you wink and put yourself comfortable between sheets. You already have the pajama Namjoon gave you as a birthday present last year, it was Koya pajamas, of course. He had a pair for himself to match. The boys found that cute, and teased Namjoon for a long time.

“Sounds like a plan” He smirks and heads to the bathroom to take a short shower before sleep. Meanwhile, you set the alarm on your phone and send a few text messages to your teammates. After that, you scroll down on your twitter timeline. You have a a lot of followers since everyone thinks you're Namjoon's best friend. Well, they're not wrong after all, but they are still not getting it, yet.

It was something crazy to think about, really. No one suspected about you two even though you were together for years; according to numerous fans, you were just friends since childhood, and mostly because that's what the company has said in a press conference. Namjoon really wanted to show you off but they decided that it was not the best time to make it public. You both have been waiting but, still, you are happy like this. 

You post a selca with the caption "sleepy". The pic is cute, and it shows the pajamas you're wearing. Army may find that adorable, and perhaps they'll finally reunite the pieces of the puzzle. 

You get some mentions telling you how handsome you are and some others asking you to tell Namjoon they love him. You smile at that. A few minutes later, you can't help but search "(y/n) namjoon" cause it drives you insane. Some fans have posted an update of you wearing koya's pajamas, and some others are just freaking out because you both are such a "supportive best friends". 

Namjoon enters the room, his hair wet and wearing his matching pajamas. He looks so soft and cute that you just wanna cuddle with him forever. 

“Do I have something on my face?” He laughs and looks for the hair dryer. 

“Shut up” You say, making some space on bed for him, “come with me. I wanna cuddle tonight.”

“You always wanna cuddle.” Namjoon laughs and connects the dryer. “Hold on, love. I'll be back with you in a few minutes”

You stare at the ceiling, breathing deeply, still worrying about tomorrow's duties. You hear the dryer and Namjoon humming «boy with luv ». When he finishes, he puts the dryer on its place and joins you in bed, covering up with the sheets. 

You take your phone to take a selca. You both look so cozy wearing matching pajamas, warm and safe. You took another one of Namjoon kissing your temple and another one making silly faces. Of course you are going to keep those for yourself. 

“Let's sleep. Tomorrow's gonna be rough for us” He says, sleepy, pulling his arms around you. You rest your head on his chest and hum in response, kissing his lips shortly.

“Night, Joonie.”

“Goodnight, (y/n)”

•••

The next morning, when you wake up by your alarm, Namjoon is not there. You feel a bit sad but when you see the little note on the nightstand, your heart rushes and you smile wide. 

«I couldn't wake you up, you looked so tired and yet so beautiful.  I hope you have a great day, don't stress yourself, you got this!  Call me if you need it. Fighting!!!   Love you»

You stand up, stretching your body to release the accumulated tension from the night. Don't feel like changing your clothes cause you are comfortable like that and you have no plans to go outside. You wash your face and teeth before walking down and start to do homework.

Monie barks when he sees you and you immediately go to pet him. You make sure he has enough food and water before opening the backyard door for him to go outside and play. You are hungry but honestly, you are way to lazy to make some breakfast. When you take your backpack, a sticky note falls to the floor, and you pick it up a bit confused, «please have a breakfast. There are some fruits on the refrigerator, yogurt and granola. Don't start your day without the most important meal!! xx»

Sometimes it scares you when you think about how good Joon knows you. Like the palm of his hand. You smile and roll your eyes, and even though you still don't wanna have breakfast, you can already hear Namjoon scolding you for it, so you decide to take the things he said and mix it on a bowl. 

As you take your notebooks and textbooks, you receive a Skype message request. Your heart races, thinking is Namjoon, but your smile fades when you see is your teammates asking you to join the video call. You sit down, putting the spoon on the salad of fruits and accept the call. 

“Hi, good morning (y/n)! How are you today?” WheeIn greets you with a smile. She looks so fresh and suddenly you are conscious about your eye bags, feeling a bit ashamed. The rest is just staring at you, smiling too.

“Morning, fellas” You answer, trying to not sound so throaty. “I've been better, to be honest.”

Everyone laughs at that, but after a few minutes of joking around, everyone starts to work on the project. It's tiring, but important for your final grades. Every single one of you try your best to make a great job, and in orders to not make things boring, you all often make jokes and take little breaks.

“Hey (y/n), I just noticed you still on your pajamas" Jackson says, and everyone rolls their eyes, including you. “You look nice, still obsessed with that BTS group?”

“I mean, yes? I just feel comfortable on my pajamas when I'm home, who doesn't, though?”

“Still obsessed with that Namjoon guy?” This time Byul speaks up. 

“A lot. I'm pretty sure I love him more than I loved him yesterday.” You joke and Byul sighs. 

“You know, guys, the level of obsession this man has for Namjoon that he even adopted a dog similar to his pet and named him the same, and not to mention the pajamas of that koala just because he created it” 

OK, it was funny. No one of your friends knew about it for the simple reason that you weren't ready to tell them. It was a bit unfair, and they'll probably kill you for not telling them before, but you still feel so insecure about it. Although, you knew for sure they were going to support you unconditionally.

“Yeah, stop it. I know we're meant to be.” You laugh when everyone just remains in silence, not sure about what you just said.

“If you say so...” Kai mentions, going back to the project. 

•••

The rest of the day passes by really fast, you successfully finished your project and now you just have to finish some summaries and a class that you'll give to your classmates in two weeks. 

You still have no messages from Namjoon, and you want to call him but maybe he's busy. So you decide to start to do the rest of the homework and think about something to eat. You're really concentrated on your lecture when a message pops up on the phone. You take it as fast as you can to see it's a message from Hobi, and for a moment you feel scared but your muscles relaxes when you see it's a video with some emojis of laughing and thumbs ups.

You open it very anxious to see Namjoon and Halsey face to face, with their arms and hands extended to make a funny handshake. You can also notice Jimin and a girl (probably from staff) and Taehyung and Jungkook carrying Yeontan in the back, but then your attention is again on Halsey and your boyfriend. 

They seem to have fun, and it looks like a great time, but suddenly you can't help but feel a bit jealous? It was stupid and nonsense, but you still feel so insecure, constantly over thinking and wondering why'd Namjoon be with you, anyways. It is a constant problem, of you always feeling nothing special, not enough for Namjoon, and he'd always remind you how handsome, intelligent and awesome you are but you still feel worthless.

It was also stupid to be jealous because, even though Namjoon was bisexual, he'd never cheat on you. Just because Halsey is pretty and a good friend of him didn't mean he likes her... Right? But you knew it wasn't only that; it was how jealous you felt two years ago when he told you he met her at the BBMAs, how happy he was about it, making it a big deal (because, let's face it, it was a big deal), and then him talking about her all the time, saying he wanted to collaborate with her in a song, then messaging her everyday; it made you feel so scared and insecure. You felt so bad and tried to hide it but it all ended up in horrible discussions. 

You quickly shake the thought and reply to Hoseok with heart-eyes emojis and some other hearts too. In an impulse, you send Namjoon a message. «Hope you're having fun! Love you.» It obviously didn't sound jealousy, did it?

•••

 An hour later you're done with the summaries. You decide to take a small break and order some food. It's 6 pm and you feel tired, a bit dizzy too, but you don't care at all. You can't stop thinking about that video, and even watch it all over again, feeling saddened by your thoughts and insecurity. Then finally you receive a text message from Namjoon, announcing he'll be home really soon. You sigh and clean the table, putting your backpack on the floor and books inside. 

Your food arrives fast and you thank all gods above for it. When Namjoon opens the door, Monie barks, as expected and enters the house to greet Joonie. You half smile and see Joon so handsome and tall, he seems tired but still gets closer to you with a big smile and kisses your lips softly before sitting in front of you and steal you some sushi. 

“How was your day?” You ask, sleepy, your eyes avoiding Namjoon and concentrating on the food.

“It was amazing, a bit tiring, but so cool. We had so much fun and it was great to see Halsey again” He answers simply, eating as fast as he can. He was really hungry. 

“Good.” You say, fake smiling, and stand up. Before Namjoon could say something else, you speak again. “I'll take a shower, I'm tired too.”

He sees you heading to the second floor but doesn't say anything. You prepare your pajamas (just a green pair, a pair jungkook gave to you since you loved pajamas so much) and a towel. You decide to use the bathtub this time to relax your body and clear your head. 

You were being unfair, yes, but it's hard to think about something else. You didn't want to have the same discussion again, you didn't want to cry, you didn't want Namjoon to worry about it, you just needed to work on your trust issues all by yourself.

When you finish cleaning yourself and putting on your pajamas, you head to the room, where Namjoon is already, packing some clothes for tomorrow. You ignore him and put yourself comfortable in bed, wrapping up in the sheets and breathing heavily. Namjoon puts the suitcase down, and looks at you. 

“What's wrong, jagi?” He asks, a bit worried. You feel like you're going to cry, but hold back the tears and just deny with your head. 

“Nothing, 'm just tired, that's all.” 

“You're lying to me, you're not looking me in the eyes.” 

You roll on your back to face him and pout a bit. “I'm sorry”

“Don't be. Tell me how are you feeling. What happened?”

 You deny with your head again and sit. “It's stupid, really-”

“It is not stupid if it makes you feel like this.” He interrupts you, sitting next to you and putting his hand on your waist to put you closer. You can feel his warmth, his smell of fresh air and lavender. He feels like home. “Trust me, please.” 

“It's just...” You doubt, but his embrace gets tighter to let you know you can rely on him, always. “Hobi sent me a video of you and Halsey, you know... ” 

He doesn't let you go, but hums in response, waiting for you to continue. 

“And, I dunno, just, I kinda got jealous” This time you whisper, ashamed. He did listen and you expected him to laugh and assure you that it was ridiculous, but he didn't do that. 

Instead he holds you tighter and kisses your head. “Ah, (y/n), I understand but, baby, please...” He puts his free hand on your jaw for you to look at him, directly to his sparkling eyes. “Trust me when I say that I only love you.” He bops your nose and you laugh a bit.

“Joonie…”

“Listen to me, please.” He asks, still holding you like his life depends on it. “I know you have trust issues, and we argued a lot for it, but I really want you to be aware of this: You're the love of my life; and I'll tell you this everyday for the rest of our lives, you are the most incredible man I've ever known, you are my best friend, my boyfriend and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Joonie…” You repeat, with tears on your eyes. Your heart beating so fast and your cheeks red. 

“I would be making a huge mistake if I ever leave you, or if I ever hurt you. You are my everything, okay? I don't wanna see you like this again. Please, please, trust me. We can work on this.”

You nod and a couple of tears roll down your cheeks. Namjoon wipes it away with his thumbs and kisses you. 

“Actually, tomorrow you are coming with me, aren't you?" 

“Yes, I did finish my homeworks, so...”

He smiles, taking off his shoes and jeans, just leaving the underwear and the T-shirt on. He climbs into bed, cuddling with you. “The boys asked a lot about you and were wondering when would you see them again. I didn't tell them you would be with us tomorrow cause, you know, didn't want to ruin the surprise”

You laugh. “I miss them too so much. Haven't seen them in a while, though”

“We all were talking about you.” He says, softly. “Halsey asked about you because of that.”

You raise your eyebrow. “What?”

“Yes, jagi. We were on a break, and then Jin-hyung asked about you, so all the boys started to ask me too, making some jokes, and then Halsey just said «who are you talking about?»” He laughs a bit, but continues. “So I say, «oh, (y/n)! He is my boyfriend!» And then I think she kinda got excited about it, cause she couldn't stop asking about us for the rest of the break” 

You blush, feeling completely stupid.

“She asked for how long we've been together, how do you look like, and then I showed her a few pics of us. She found us adorable and said she wants to meet you”

“Oh” You say, dizzy. “Now I feel like a dumbass”

Namjoon laughs at that. “Yeah, but you're my dumbass.”

You punch his shoulder and he just holds you in his arms, resting his head on your chest and breathing heavily. “I love you, baby.”

You smile again, feeling better, feeling determined and loved. “I love you more, Joonie. Thanks for everything.” 

Rules.

Starlight♡

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Warnings : No warnings

word count: 307

(Namjoon just wants you to love the sky again)

You hated the sky

There was no particular reason you just hated it, you didn't understand the hype around or why people would spend all their time just waiting for the moon or the stars or even spent their days in the sun. It was weird, it was dumb, it was a waste of time. But not with him, he made it his duty to make you fall in love with the sky but was it really your fault when you fell in love with him too.

The moon:

"How can you hate the moon when it shines so beautifully?" he asked one night while you were wrapped in his arms. He forced you to go star gazing again but this time felt different.

" Don't tell me the moon is shining, show me the glint of light on broken glass and maybe then I'll believe you."

All you got was a chuckle in response, until you heard his low voice quietly say

"The moon is a loyal companion.

It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.

Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections."

The sun:

He was bright, he was always cheery, his smile gave the sun a run for her money. He carried you on your annual lunch date only this time at the local park.

"Ah, the sun is shining and the flowers are beginning to bloom," he whispered silently hoping you weren't gonna kill him for bringing you outside.

"How are you so happy in the hot sun?"

"Sweetheart it's not the sun I'm happy about. I'm happy about what it means." he said

"huh?"

"The sun, brings back not light alone but life, and hope, and freshness to man--burst upon the crowded city in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray."

The stars:

He carried you star gazing again but this time instead of making you look towards the sky his eyes were on you.

"why are you looking at me that?"

"Because sweetheart you remind me of the stars," he whispered

"How? "

"I don't know but I think I love you just as much as I love the sky, your love is a light by which my spirit is reborn you are my sun, my moon and my stars and I'd really like to kiss you right now."

"Kiss me."

He did actually kiss you which was shocking considering he nearly died just confessing to you but it was the type of kiss that inspired the stars to climb up to the sky and light up the world and made you wanna fall in love with the sky.

(I literally don't know if this counts as plagiarism because these quotes are all over the Internet and they're famous quotes but if it is pls let me know and I'll delete it)

Masterlist

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

(F) Fluff (H) Humour (A) Angst

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𝓑𝓣𝓢 방탄소년단

Quarantine Days (F) (H) (A) -Series- 

HIATUS (Possibly never finishing, sorry! Reason outlined here.

Summary: Coronavirus has arrived to the BTS members and yourself. Grappling with boredom and the reality that, yeah, you really all were stuck in the same place for a while. Ensure that the shenanigans of your days with BTS are recounted here, and please do remember, stay in contact with those you love.

(1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

Fear (A) -One Shot-

Summary: You come out as a transgender man. But fear clouds your every move. Fear that is relentless in its pursuit to drag you under.

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𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓴𝓳𝓲𝓷 김석진

Pancake Batter (F) (H) -One Shot-

Summary: You hear the call of Seokjin cooking in the kitchen. He's making something, but you didn't hear and end up annoying him. But the comfort he emits doesn't bother you when you mess with each other. Craziness ensures when the two of you are in the same room.

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𝓜𝓲𝓷 𝓨𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲 민윤기

A Phone Call Away (F) -One Shot-

Summary: You had a bad day today, but Min Yoongi was always a phone call away.

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𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓸𝓴 정호석

Tattoo Gun (F) -One Shot-

Summary: After waiting forever, you finally got your first tattoo. What you didn’t expect was breaking the artist’s tattoo gun, nor getting his number at the end... 

Some Things Just Are (F) -One Shot-

Summary: Hoseok and you are roommates, and have been for a while. There's just one tiny detail: You're autistic. That's nothing to be ashamed of, it just means that there is always something that can bother you throughout the day, and with support from Hoseok and everything else, you'll get through no matter what comes your way.

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𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷 김남준

Scared Of Being Swept Away (Self-Doubt) (F) -One Shot-

Summary: You're a college student studying linguistics with Namjoon. He offers to help you study one day, but ends up scaring you when he attempts to get you to open up after you keep saying you're stupid and'll never get anything. Namjoon then ends up drunk on your doorstep after texting you, apologising and worried for you. The next day is when he finally realises why you're so afraid.

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𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓙𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷 박지민

The Painter and Photographer (F) -Series- COMPLETED

Summary: If you could, would you say yes to being a painter's muse? On a day with much more time on your hands than usual, it was a striking sense of bewilderment as the photographer happened upon the painter on the hills. I wonder if you would say yes?

(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8)

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𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓣𝓪𝓮𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓰 김태형

Umbrella (F) -One Shot-

Summary: Being blind has it's disadvantages. You may not be able to tell what your crush Taehyung looks like, but the heart that he has, the care he has, is so much more important than that. So, maybe not seeing isn’t so bad after all. You have more focus on who the person is rather than what they look like. Taehyung ends up confessing to you underneath his umbrella after he asked you out for a drink. You thought he was joking.

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𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓴 전정국

It’s Going To Be Okay (A) -One Shot-

Summary: If the world ever told you a secret, what would it be? To you, Jungkook was everything. But as you watched him fade in your arms, you wished that you both left just a minute earlier.

Movie Night (F) -One Shot-

Summary: Jungkook had come over after getting a call from you crying on the phone over being rejected. Bringing snacks, and a calming side.

Kim Namjoon x Short Reader 6

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Warning ⚠️:

Will contain lemon; sexual content, dirty talk, daddy kink(?), you’ve been warned

But enjoy!

It was your one year anniversary with Namjoon. It was also the night of the award show. BTS’s was nominated and you were waiting anxiously. You could tell Joon was anxious, they’ve been working so hard for this.

“And the winner is....” they held a puse for effect

“BTS!” You let out a loud sigh of relief and silently clapped to yourself in the quiet apartment. The boys went up on stage and Yoongi took the award as Joon went to speak.

“Um...wow this means so much to us and we couldn’t be here without of course ARMY, out managers and everyone else who supported us. Thank you all for this but I uh.....I also want to thank someone at home” you grabbed the remote and put up the volume

“I want to give a big shout out to my lovely, beautiful, smart, incredible girlfriend, Y/N. We’ve been together for a year today and I don’t know where I would be without her. She’s been so supportive and always keeping me up to date with my health. Making sure I have a warm meal, and I get enough rest.” He looks straight to the camera and says “thank you princess, I love you” the crowd was roaring with cheers and claps.

He confessed his love to you, on live television! You knew now your surprise had to be perfect. You had bought a small something while he was away

A black, laced lingerie with cute little bows. Hopefully he liked it. You went to grab your phone to call and saw a text

My Joonie❤️: on our way home babe. We won this award and it’s all dedicated to you😘 see you soon!

Me: hurry up, I’ve got a surprise for you (;

My Joonie❤️: Well then I won’t take long

You hurried to get everything in place. You scattered some petals, lit some candle, and sprayed the room with a nice romantic smell. You had decided your first time to be with Namjoon. You were sure of it, he was kind, considerate and just so...perfect.

You waited about and hour for him to finally come home. When you heard the jingles you shut off the lights and made your way to the door. Before he could put the key in you opened the door. You had on a silk robe with your surprise under it.

“Hey babe I-whoa babe listen” he said pulling you close and looking around “ you know how sexy I think you are but that..is for my eyes only” he said looking down at you. You took his hands in yours and lead him inside. You lead him down the hall into the bedroom with dim lighting. You push him towards the bed and stood in front of him.

“Well....are you going to open your anniversary gift?”

He bit his lip and pulled the string. Your robe falls to the ground and he stares with lust filled eyes. His hands run up bus face and into his hair. He muttered a few curse words unde his breath. You giggle and say

“Come on, we haven’t even started yet.” You day as you straddle him. You bring his hands to cup your ass making you shiver. You lean down and kiss him passionately. He gave you a good squeeze. Enough to make you sigh into the kiss a little. He moves down from your jaw trailing down your neck, and to your shoulders. You snake your hands to unhook your bra. As you toss it to the side, and saw him staring you got a bit shy.

He grabbed your waist and flipped you over, now lying on your back. He then stripped out of his own shirt, showing off his abs and broad shoulders. You ran your hands over his fit body. You got a bit shy over your own and cover yourself with your hands

“No don’t cover up....I love it” his hands were about to shoot to your chest but he looks at you asking for permission. You nodded and let him run his hands from your thighs, slowly up your stomach and finally cupping your breast in each hand. You looks at you for a green light, you smiled to let him know you were okay

“Beautiful” he said with a breath and latched on to your bud. You let out a gasp and arch your back. How could a single motion feel so good? He gently circled it and detached with a pop. He blew on your wet bed causing shivers and pleasure to shake your body. You were a flushed shivering mess. Already feeling yourself getting wet. Seeing how you moved and how red your cheeks were he said

“Do you like that baby?” He said kissing the center of your chest. You simple hummed in acknowledgement. “I’m going to take these off now, okay?” He said slipping his fingers under the band of your underwear. You lifted your hips so he could get them off. He then cane down to level with your heat and separated your legs.

“I’m going to make you feel good princess, so so good” he said before he gently gave a long lick up your slit and stopping on your clit. You back arches off the bed with a moan. His arm cane around your lower stomach to hold you down and the other intertwined eith your fingers. He then started to motion small circles around your bundle of nerves. This was an entirely new sensation to you, heat, rush, nerves, everything clashing into one.

He then started to slip a finger into your heat slowly. Once he was fully in he started to pump slowly getting you used to it. He came up from your heat and locked his lip.

“You taste sweet princess” he soon entered two fingers to stretch you before hand.

“Ima just stretch you out so it won’t hurt that much okay?” After another two months pulled out and positioned himself. He later closer to you with his are on each side of you holding himself up.

“It’s going to hurt a little bit it’ll pass okay? If you need me to stop then tell me okay?” You nodded and braved yourself as you felt the tip of his length poking at your entrance. He slowly started to push in and you grip his shoulders. You let out a quiet hiss while he whispered sweet nothings into your ear

“It’ll be over soon baby, I love you so much” he was almost inside before he came up to look at your face. A single tear running down your cheek. He whiped away the tear and kissed your cheek.

“We could stop if you want” he whispered you shook your head

“N-no. I want this. You could move now” he held his breath pushing the rest in. He cringed was a whimper left your lips. He then started to pump slowly letting you get used to it.

Pain was soon replaced with pleasure. You wrap your arms around him as best as you could.

“Is that feeling good baby?” He asked hold one of your legs closer to him. You but your lip and nodded. “You want me to make you feel even better?” He asked with a smirk. You nodded egarly

He then threw your leg over his shoulder and started to thrust fast into you.

“Sh-shit....babe you’re so tight”

“Ooohhh Joon. That...that feels so good” you moaned into the crook of his neck. Moans and gasps filled the room.

“Please..ah..harder please” you moaned. He threw your other leg over his shoulder and rammed into you.

“Joon...I-I won’t last...mmmm”

“That’s okay...cum f-for me princess” he said as he pounded into you. A few moments later you arch off the bed bucking your hips and riding out your orgasm. you both panted catching your breath. He carefully pulled out of you and laid next to you. He gave you his shirt to wear as he pulled you close. Your body was still shaking from the climax.

“Don’t worry it’ll pass, that just means I was good at pleasuring you” he chuckled as he kissed the top of your head. “But thank you for this princess. I loved it”

“Well thank you for this Joon. I love you.” You snuggles into him ready for a good nights sleep

“Rest up cuz’ you’ll be sore tomorrow” he whispered to himself

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Okay I am switching things around. I really love reblogging and getting to get back into routine of regularly doing that again.

I made a side blog for all my fics in one place and will change around this Tumblr accordingly. I think honestly I wanna read other people's fics and start reviewing series as a whole.

Which means it gives the writer feedback as the reader reads. I won't be editing or checking grammar, that's not the goal. The goal is to review a beloved series to the author as I read it.

I've done it once before and the author loved it and had the motivation to continue and finish the series as a result.

I'll be posting more on here once again soon. In the meantime please ignore my masterlist and everything in it.

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OH IT DOESN'T MATTER IF ITS FLUFF, SMUT, ANGST OR HAVE ANT TRIGGER WARNINGS. It can be anything!

| We Need You | OT7 Oneshot

•pairing: OT7 x Female Reader

•genre: smut, fluff, PWP

•summary: It’s Friday night, and after weeks of non-stop working you finally have time to enjoy yourself. Why not spend it with 7 gorgeous men who NEED YOU more than you know?

•word count: 9.3k

•warnings: restraining, overstimulation, creampies, creampie eating, cum eating, extreme amount of orgasming (and yes, it is very possible to cum this many times and more in one night, speaking from experience), use of sex toys, orgy/gangbang, vaginal penetration, double penetration, anal, oral (f receiving), very very light dubcon, possible somnophilia? idk, mxm kissing, insinuating mxm, blindfolding, forced orgasms, did I mention lots of cum? Please feel free to let me know of any other warnings you catch :)

You walk through your apartment door and throw your keys into the glass bowl sitting on the kitchen counter.

Desperately, you slide your sweat soaked sports bra off and throw it in the hamper alongside the dirty clothes that you have been avoiding for days. The past few weeks at work have been non-stop chaos. With four groups to choreograph for in under three weeks, your schedule was packed. Typically you were given at least two weeks to choreograph for just one group.

To say you were exhausted would be an understatement. You felt completely and utterly dead to the world most nights after getting off of work.

Today was the first time you actually had some free time and energy left over to relax, instead of the usual brisk shower and sleep routine that had become your new norm.

You hear your phone vibrate in your purse and you search for it excitedly, knowing exactly who is messaging you. 

JIMIN: You still coming? We miss you :,(

A huge smile spreads across your face. You text back with fast, nimble fingers, the excitement bubbling within you thinking about seeing the guys tonight. You had to sullenly reject their offer of movie night every Friday for the past month, and the absence of them in your life for such a long period of time was eating away at you.

YOU: of course!! I'll be over in an hour. I hope there's food because I'm starving!!!

JIMIN: anything for m’lady :) can't wait to see you <3

Your stomach grumbles at the thought of food, another thing that has been lacking in your life lately. The boys always feed you well whenever you visit them. They never fail to impress and cater to you, sometimes it almost feels like a competition between the seven of them. A game of ‘Who will win over Y/N this week?’.

The one who, by far, gives you the most attention is Jimin. He's the one constantly messaging you and sending little gifts to your house that always seem to arrive on the days you need them the most.

You thank whatever greater power there is for bringing these beautiful men into your lonely life and the one fateful job that changed everything a year ago. You were chosen to choreograph a song that became one of their biggest hits. If you ever had to choose, you'd take meeting these seven gorgeous men over the fat paycheck you received.

You shower, get dressed and head over to their apartment on the other side of the city. Or rather, their penthouse.

The entire elevator ride you bounce side to side in joy. It's almost unrealistic how much happiness they bring to your dull life. You'd spent the first five years of your 20’s living alone in a studio apartment. Even after you finally achieved your dream career, you still felt an empty void in your heart. It grew more every night when you'd sit alone in your home, eating and watching Netflix. It had been a dream of yours when you were younger to grow up and live on your own, but it grew tiresome and lonely very quickly.

The elevator pauses and requests the penthouse pin number, which you swiftly punch in, the code engraved in your mind after a year of visiting every other week or so. Stepping through the doors, you peer around expecting to see one of them waiting for you but the foyer was empty. You can hear distant voices and laughter through the archway as you walk towards the sound.

Their booming voices filter out of the kitchen and into the hallway in front of you. You tiptoe towards the kitchen, planning on scaring whoever is in there. Before you can round the corner, hands grab onto your waist and pull you back. You yelp out in surprise and turn into the arms of a grinning Jimin.

“Jimin!! You ruined it,” you say playfully, hitting his shoulder.

He pulls you into a tight hug, wrapping his warm arms around your torso. Your slight irritation at being caught, along with the stress of the past few weeks immediately melt away with his loving embrace. A tightness blooms in your chest. A strange feeling that has been popping up a lot the last couple of months, whenever you're around any of the boys.

“Ahhh, look who it is!” says a raspy voice behind you. One you instantly recognize as Yoongi’s.

You pull free from Jimin, giving him a small smile, before turning to face the black-haired beauty of a man. “Hi my little meow-meow,” You giggle at your new nickname for him. After seeing tons of fans calling him something similar online, you couldn't resist.

His lips turn down and his eyes glare at you. “Ahhh. Anything but that nickname please Y/N.”

You flutter your eyelids and walk around him dragging your left hand along the back of his shoulders. “Sorry lil meow-meow, it's stuck forever now.”

His muscles tense noticeably under your hand and you pull it away shyly.

“Fine.” He mumbles softly, turning to follow your passing form.

The three of you walk into the bright, white kitchen together. Hobi and Jin stand on the other side of the large island stuffing their faces with food. When they notice you enter they quickly lower their chopsticks and gulp the food down their throats.

“These two couldn't wait any longer and started eating already.” Yoongi says, gesturing towards the pair with his arm.

Hobi and Jin speak in unison. “Sorry.” “Sorry Y/N.”

“It's okay guys, really.” You place your small purse on the counter and walk around to give them each a kiss on the cheek. They both redden from the contact and you smile at their frozen facial expressions.

You knew perfectly well how you affected these men. How they stole glances at you when they thought you weren't looking. How they always seemed to fight over who gets to sit next to you whenever you sit down to eat or watch a movie. It's extremely flattering and cute, but you knew they would never act on anything more. It's too tricky for idols to get caught up with someone romantically. The thought somewhat saddens you but deep down you're grateful for one reason only. How would you choose just one out of all of them?

Reaching over Jins arms, you grab a piece of fried chicken and bite into it. You devour the cut of meat, not even realising the sensual noises leaving your throat. After throwing the bone away, you lick your fingers and notice the guys all staring at you with wide eyes.

You pause with a finger still in your mouth. “What?”

Hobi clears his throat. “Umm…..nothing. Nothing, we should go to the living room.” He walks up to you and wraps his arm around your back to guide you through the swinging kitchen doors and into the other room. 

A head covered in long bleach blonde hair turns just as you enter the open floor plan dining and living room. The bright strands hang low almost covering Tae’s beautiful brown eyes. He flashes his famous boxy smile and sits up. Jungkook, sitting next to him, sits up too before turning around.

“Noona!” Jungkook exclaims, barely containing his eagerness. He pops off of the couch and runs towards you, wrapping his arms around you for your second soul-squeezing hug of the night.

You pat his hair and hug him back enthusiastically before pulling out of his embrace. If it were up to him he'd stay connected to you all night. It's happened before.

“I missed you.” He says smiling sweetly, giving you a glimpse of his bunny teeth. Your heart fills with love at the full grown man in front of you acting like a baby boy.

“How old are you again, Kookie?” You ask, sarcastically.

His cheeks flood with red. “Sorry.”

“Ah, don't be sorry. I'm just playing.” You tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear, not noticing how glossed over his eyes become at the intimate display.

Taehyung, who you hadn't noticed get up from his spot on the couch, steps from behind Jungkook and hugs you quickly.

“Long time no see, Y/N.” his deep voice reverberates off of your ears, sending chills down to your toes.

“Hi Tae.” You respond shyly. For some reason, Tae was the only one you still felt shy around at times. Maybe it was his vibrating voice or his habit of staring at you intensely. You didn't know for sure.

“Go sit down Y/N. We'll bring all the food to the table.” Hobi says.

You nod and take a seat at the end of the table so that no one can fight to sit beside you like usual. Your eyes glance down the hall, searching for the missing puzzle piece.

“Where's Namjoon?” You ask.

Jimin places bowls down and sits in the chair closest to you on the left side of the table. “He's been in his studio for a while now. Jin went to tell him you're here.”

As if on cue, the two of them appear in the hallway. Namjoon catches your eyes stuck on him and he smiles widely back at you. If you were standing, you would swoon at how deep his dimples cut into his cheeks. He walks over and takes the other chair closest to you before running his large hand up and down your arm.

“Hey, Y/N.” He says in a low voice.

“Hey, Joonie.” You respond, willing your cheeks not to heat up.

The rest of the clan sits at the table and everyone digs into the delicious food while catching up on everything that's happened within the past month. You eat until you're absolutely stuffed. Your head falls back as you rub your full belly.

“Someone's full.” You hear Jin say. 

You smile. “I am! Thank you guys, it was so good.” They all grin happily at your praise and start cleaning up the table. You offer to help but they don't let you even touch your own dirty plate.

While they finish cleaning you start to head over to the couch, but stop midway. On the floor where the coffee table usually is, lays a huge square mat as big as a king-sized bed. It's covered in cream colored sheets and numerous furry pillows. The makeshift bed calls your name and you have to keep yourself from letting your body run forward and flop down onto soft surface.

“You like it?” Namjoon walks around the couch and stands beside you.

“It's beautiful. When did you guys get it?”

He watches you intently. “Just the other day. We figured it'd be a good purchase, since we always fight for space on the couches. This way some of us can lay down too.”

“Ohhhh, I really like it.”

He gestures to the bed. “Go ahead.”

Your face lights up and you take a seat on the soft mattress, throwing yourself back into the fluffy pillows. The bed swallows you until you feel completely relaxed and at ease, so much so you almost fall asleep. Your eyes pop open when you remember that you came over to watch a movie, not sleep.

All of the boys, besides Namjoon, are standing behind the couch watching you quietly. You pull your shorts down that have ridden up your legs and sit up onto your forearms.

“Well, aren't we going to watch a movie?” You ask, feigning obliviousness at the heated looks all centered on you. Pushing the tingling feeling in your lower belly down, you pat the bed on either side of you, signalling them to join you.

Yoongi and Jin are the first to move from behind the couch and sit on either side of you. Jungkook follows and lays himself at the foot of the bed, facing the TV. Taehyung puts the movie on and takes a seat on the couch next to Namjoon, while Jimin sits in an armchair to the right of you and Hobi occupies the empty end of the wrap-around sofa. 

You notice a black shopping bag sitting on the end table next to Jimin. “What's in the bag?” You ask, hoping it's maybe candy for the movie.

Everyone turns to look at you quickly, concern and nervousness clearly showing on their surprised faces. 

“Umm,” Jimin speaks softly, “It's just a bag for trash.”

You look around the spotless room and wonder what trash they plan on filling the bag with. They all notice your curiosity and start talking about the movie playing on the big screen in front of them, effectively distracting you.

You try your hardest to keep your eyes open throughout the movie, but they close every few minutes in defeat before opening again and trying to make out the colorful figures on the TV. The fingers massaging your scalp sure weren't helping either. Eventually, you give in and focus on the feeling of Yoongi's fingers in your hair, quickly falling asleep.

The mattress moving pulls you out of your sleep. The first thing you see is Namjoon crouched and hovering over your face. Hands grab onto both of your arms and pin them gently to the bed. The sudden feeling of being restrained has you wide awake and glancing around.

Yoongi is holding your left wrist down while Jin has your right. Your brows furrow as you glance back and forth between the two. Glancing down towards the foot of the bed, you see the other four boys and you mentally panic, thinking they are going to tickle you while holding you down. They know how torturous it is to you, yet they always end up doing it anyway just to hear you begging for them to stop.

You can't control the giggle that leaves your lips and the way your legs retract away from the boys at the end of the bed.

“No.” You say, giggling already. “Please no tickling. I can't take it.”

Taehyung and Hobi look at each other and smile mischievously before lunging for your bent legs. Tae grabs your left leg and Hobi gets the other one. They pin them to the soft mattress and rub their warm hands up and down either leg slowly.

Your heart beats faster at the serious expressions covering their faces. Heat pools in your lower belly unwillingly at their soft touches and quiet glares. When Jimin pats Jungkook’s leg, making him crawl in between your own spread legs, you realize that they probably aren't trying to tickle you.

“Wh-what are you guys doing?” Your eyes take in all of them sitting around you on the big bed and you try and pull away from them to no avail.

Namjoon slides his hand down the side of your face, cups your jaw and pulls your head back flat so that you're looking directly up at him. You watch his pink lips open.

“It's okay, Y/N. We want to make you feel good.” He says, sliding his thumb over my pouty lips.

“I-I uhh I don't understand.” You stutter.

The various hands pinning you down begin to move, massaging your tense limbs. The heat building up in your belly drops lower into your core at the dirty thoughts flashing through your mind.

“You always do things for us Noona, now we want to repay you.” Namjoon coos.

Your mouth hangs open and surprise takes over your features as you ponder the words that just left his mouth. Your gaze turns to Jin who is looking at you lovingly while rubbing circles on the inside of your elbow.

Lifting your head you see the rest of the boys staring at you with unabashed lust. Sexual tension thickens the cool air surrounding you, sending waves of heat to the crease in between your thighs. You can't believe what's happening.

Jungkook sits solemnly on his knees between your restrained legs, glancing back and forth nervously between your shocked face and clothed crotch. He licks his lips and notices you watching him take in your delicate form. Pink color paints his smooth cheeks.

Jimin leans across to him and whispers into Jungkook’s ear, whatever was said makes his eyes widen and drop down to your shorts again.

You swallow the lump forming in your throat. “You guys….I don't kno-"

Jins soothing voice cuts you off. “Y/N, don't think too much. We see you overworking yourself lately. We want to help you relax and show you how much we love you.”

Your heart constricts, pounding harshly behind your ribcage. LOVE? You knew that they loved you, but the way that Jin said it made it sound more intimate. Like ‘in love’.

A hand running up your inner thigh distracts you from the panicky stream of thoughts that had been brought on by Jin’s words. Tae brushes his hand past your shorts and hooks his fingers under the waistband. Your breathing becomes erratic, your chest visibly working overtime to keep you from fainting.

Jimin’s low, sultry voice interrupts your breathing spell. “Pull her shorts off Kookie.”

Inhaling sharply, you watch Kookie hesitantly lean forward to grab the other side of your shorts. With the help of Tae he pulls them down your legs. He groans when his eyes land on your panties. You know he must be seeing how wet you are, literally leaking in anticipation. 

You have a fleeting thought. How weird it is that you feel excited instead of wary about what is happening? Deep down you always were attracted to all of them. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't had a few wet dreams about them throughout the past year of knowing them. Those memories that you had carefully and begrudgingly locked away come back to you now in a flash.

Tae’s loud voice in the still room causes you to jump. “Take off her panties.”

With eyes wide you watch as Jungkook visibly swallows and shakes his head. Namjoon brushes some of your hair out of your face, making you look back up into his beautiful face.

You hear rustling and shift your gaze in the direction of the noise. Jimin is pulling a long white object out of the black bag you had seen earlier. Your channel clenches subconsciously and you hold back all the noises begging to escape your throat. In his hand he holds a white wand. The famous hitachi vibrating wand.

With surprise in your eyes, you look up at Namjoon to see him smirking slightly. 

“We told you we're gonna make you feel good.” He says petting your hair back.

Jimin turns on the wand and the subtle vibrating noise makes your hair stand on end. He places it in Jungkook's hand and pats him on the upper arm, as if encouraging him.

Jungkook moves it closer to your core but stops mere inches away. Your toes curl in anticipation as you watch his shaking hand hold the toy close to you. You can practically feel the vibration through the air.

“It's okay.” Namjoon says. “Jungkook, look how wet she is for you.”

Your pussy constricts around nothing and your hips lift slightly, begging for the contact already. He places the wand directly on top of your clit, through your panties, making you inhale through your teeth and close your eyes. The vibrations roll through your body, heating every part of it. You can't believe how close you feel already.

Before you get a chance to open your eyes again you feel something soft slip around your head. You tilt your head back in question.

“Don't worry Y/N.” Namjoon whispers into your ear, leaving a soft kiss beneath it.

Out of fear of sounding needy, you hold back all noises threatening to spill out of your mouth. The building sensation between your legs becomes even stronger with the blindfold now in place. Naturally, all of your other senses are heightened and you notice a soft hand, you assume to be Yoongi's, caressing your belly.

Jungkook presses the vibrator harder into you and a moan escapes from your hold. The thought of your innocent Kookie doing such a dirty thing to you is bringing your orgasm on fast. Groaning gutturally, you try and snap your legs shut to relieve the intense waves of pleasure running through you. The boys hold your legs steady, you can't move them even a single inch now.

A sudden craving to hear Jungkook's voice has you calling out to him.

“Kookie…” his name falls from your lips.

He moans quietly. “Noona.”

His sweet voice snaps the band and sends you over the edge. Your hips thrust up against the vibrating wand as you ride out your first orgasm.

Your head is to the side, lips open, panting, when Namjoon lifts up your blindfold into your forehead. Peering down at Jungkook under low-lidded eyes has you gasping. 

He palms his straining hard on through his pants with his head thrown back and eyes closed. You look away, the sight of him like that is too much.

Taehyung crawls over your leg to sit behind Jungkook. He touches Jungkook's back and speaks into his neck. “Hold her leg down.” He commands.

Despite just cumming hard, you feel the heat return in one huge wave at seeing Tae kneel in front of you. He stares at you intensely as he massages your inner thighs with his slim hands. His eyes burn into yours, as if asserting dominance.

Namjoon lowers the blindfold back into place, obstructing your view of Tae.

His hand rubs against your covered mound, applying just enough pressure to have you gasping and rolling your head side to side.

Some of the guys talk softly, but you don’t comprehend the words being said, being too distracted by Tae’s moving hand.

Within seconds his hand is gone from your core and your panties are pulled swiftly down your legs. The mechanical noise of the wand reaches your ears just as it's placed against your bare slit.

“AHHH.” You screech out.

Taehyung chuckles and slides two of his long, slim fingers inside of your slick opening.

“TAE-AHHH.” You whine.

He grumbles and curls his fingers inside of you repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. Warmth runs through your veins at the feeling of both his fingers and the toy pleasuring you. His curling digits are what makes you come undone. You eagerly push against his fingers as the second orgasm takes you over.

His deep voice pushes the ecstasy farther. “Mmmmmm.” He moans.

Hobi grips your right leg harder. “I want to taste her so bad.” He says almost whining, making your heart drop into your stomach.

Noise fills your ears as all of the boys respond with grunts and sounds of agreement. You've never felt so wanted in your life.

“You'll have to wait your turn, hyung.” Jimin says as he takes Taehyung’s place between your legs. His thick thighs press against yours, spreading them further apart. He runs his hands up your torso, to your neck where he caresses you before leaning down and whispering next to your ear.

“I've been wanting to do this for so long.” He whispers.

Your back arches into him and your mouth parts, expecting him to kiss you. He rubs his soft cheek against yours and giggles. You whimper when he sits up without kissing you and moves down your legs.

Jungkook and Tae lift your legs and bend them so that jimin has more room to lay down. A wet heat runs along your slit and you cry out. Jimin moves his tongue up and down your slit, dipping into each fold teasingly. Static fills your brain at the feel of his long tongue lavishing you from top to bottom.

Out of all of the members, Jimin is the one you were closest with, and to have him eating you out makes you feel extremely naughty.

You groan and try to pull away from the boys restraining you when Jimin’s lips wrap around your clit. His soft suckling on your nub has you moaning and begging.

“Please.” You whimper.

“Please what, baby?” Yoongi speaks.

“Please…..I want to...touch him.”

Jimin groans against your wetness and you cry out again, breathlessly.

Yoongi grazes his hand up your arm before letting go of it. Immediately, you reach down and lace your fingers through Jimin’s thick hair. The feeling of your hand on his head encourages him, making him move his mouth on you more roughly.

He teases his tongue inside of your entrance, dipping in halfway and retracting many times before returning to your swollen clit. His finger slips inside of you as his mouth continues to torture your abused bud until you cum forcefully all over his face. You imagine your juices leaking down his face.

“Let me see.” You beg shyly.

Namjoon caresses your jaw as Yoongi grabs your free arm again.

“Sorry babe, not yet.” Namjoon says morosely.

Through your heavy breathing you hear Hobi. “My turn baby girl.”

He switches places with Jimin and immediately places his mouth on your oversensitive slit.

Your legs tense up as you scream. “HOBI-AHHH!”

His sinful lips curve into a smile against you. “Yes beautiful?”

“I can't!” You breath out, panting heavily.

The feeling attacking your lower belly feels too intense, so close after your third orgasm. You wonder how you're going to survive four more. 

“You can do it baby,” his voice muffled, pressed against your weeping pussy, “You taste so amazing.” You moan louder than ever as Hobi attacks you with his whole mouth.

His lips suckle on your feminine lips lovingly, then move up to nuzzle against your throbbing clit. You break out into a light sweat when he starts sucking on you harshly. The sensations swirling within you make you cry in painful pleasure as the familiar path to oblivion shows itself again.

“I can't wait to be inside of you.” 

You scream as his words tumble you over the cliff into your fourth orgasm of the night.

A stream of curses fall from your lips as he licks you roughly through your climax.

“Yes Baby, yes!” he groans against your aching pussy.

Your toes curl at the new pleasure invading your body and your head thrashes back against Namjoon’s thighs. Namjoon brushes your sweat soaked hair out of your face, once again.

The curses that leave Hobo’s mouth surprise you, bringing you out of your post orgasm bliss fast. Hobi never curses.

Yoongi leans over and places his pouty lips on your cheek. He kisses down to your neck then up the underside of your jaw before finally pressing his lips to yours gently. The intimate action catches you off guard, especially from Yoongi.

His grip on your arm falters, allowing you to reach up and drape your fingers around his neck, pulling him in closer and deepening the kiss. His hand soon finds its way between your legs. He reaches between your bodies and inserts two fingers into your channel while still keeping contact with your lips.

You sigh into his mouth at his light, gentle probing fingers, the contrast feeling amazing. Your tongues dance endlessly, savoring in each other's taste. Your hips start rocking of their own accord onto his torturously slow moving hand. Surprisingly, your body is ready for more.

He pulls away from your lips and places his forehead on yours. “You need more baby?” He coos while continuing his achingly slow rhythm.

“Yes, Yoongi.” You breathe.

He sits up and presses the vibrator against your swollen, abused clit. Your back arches as you pant open-mouthed into the still air. It's unbelievable how fast you feel it coming. The softness Yoongi showed you did wonders in calming you down, yet keeping you ready and reeling at the same time.

It doesn't take long before you're cumming and saying Yoongi’s name under your breath repeatedly. As the bliss dissipates, another kiss is pressed to your lips. 

“Beautiful.” He says lovingly. Your heart swells three times it's capacity.

You lay in silence for minutes, working on returning your erratic breathing back to normal and organizing the demanding thoughts begging for attention in your mind. You don't move from your spot, even though your limbs now lay on either side of you freely on the bed. They had all backed away and were now talking quietly with each other. The rumble of their different tones soothes you….until you realize that there are still two of them who haven't touched you yet.

Your eyes flicker open instinctively, underneath the blindfold, when fingers drag down the side of your face. You have no idea who is currently taking the spot between your legs and your heart begins to race again at the excitement of it.

Reaching down hesitantly, you find their bare thighs and run your fingers up until you feel their slim torso. His name immediately pops into your head.

“Jin.” You whisper, biting your bottom lip shyly.

He laughs softly and slides his fingers into you suddenly, causing you to jerk up the bed and release a shrill moan.

“Sorry, I couldn't wait any longer.” He says, his voice letting you know he's smiling. His fingers slide in and out of you roughly as his thumb draws hard circles into your nub. Your bottom begins to move up and down, riding his beckoning fingers.

You grab onto his arm connected to the hand fingering you and feel the fine hair run under your palm as his arm moves. With your other arm you feel around the mattress beside you, searching for the rest of the boys, but only come in contact with pillows.

“Whe-”

He cuts you off, “They are all here, watching you writhe for me.” His fingers curl inside of you as he says 'writhe’.

Moaning loudly, you throw your head to the side. It's then you pick up a wet, smacking sound that doesn't match the rhythm of Jin's hand. The others are….

“They were just as impatient as me. If only you could see them touching themselves right now.” Jins says, a devilish tinge to his voice.

Quickly, you reach up to remove the blindfold, but Jin catches your hand before you can slide it off.

He tsks. “Not yet, love.”

Just then the vibrator is pressed into you again, but this time feels different. Your insides are tight and sore from how many times you've come tonight, but the ache is still a delicious sensation overtaking you. You feel like you're going to explode from the new feelings spreading throughout your body. Your limbs tremble and shake, along with your voice.

“Ahhhhhhh...so-” The band tightens in your belly mid-sentence. “Fuck!.”

Jin grunts. “Come for me baby.”

You do exactly what he says and give into the demanding orgasm. It hits you so strong and so intense, you can't help but scream out hoarsely. You forget the concept of time as you put yourself back together after what was definitely the harshest orgasm you've ever had. You feel so lost in yourself and so completely gone for a few moments.

You realize Jin is no longer with you when you close your legs shut. You reach down and hesitantly touch yourself. Your soaked slit burns your hand as you move it down closer to your entrance. The bed below your hips is drenched in your spent juices.

“You are doing so well.” Namjoon says from above you. You feel your shirt and bra being lifted before his hot mouth descends on your taut nipple. Lightning shoots down to your core and you instantly crave more. You need him inside of you. You feel like a crazed woman all of a sudden and go to run your hands through his hair, pulling roughly on the ends.

“Please, Namjoon. I need you inside of me.”

His sucking stops at your confession and he pops up off of your breast. “Yeah, baby?” 

“Yes….” You plead. “Yes please.” To show him how much you need him, you raise your hips upwards and suck your bottom lip into your mouth.

He inhales slowly and reaches down to cup your wet pussy, before climbing between your legs and pulling your hips up against his unclothed hard cock. The surprise from feeling his hard length press against your core shows on your face. You had no idea he was completely naked.

“I wanted to tease you some more, but I'm so ready to feel your walls pulling me in.” His tone lowers as he voices his dirty thoughts.

“Unnghhhh” you whine at the visual his words leave in your mind.

The blindfold is yanked off of your head and you take in his naked form in front of you. The soft light from the many candles, now spread throughout the room, splays amber over his toned belly and sharp face.

His eyes bore into you. “You're going to watch me fuck you.” The words send ice through your veins and you welcome the powerful feeling with open arms.

Your eyes catch movement to your side and you look around the dim room. What you see has you light-headed and close to fainting once again. The others are spread out on the couches touching themselves. Every single one of them nude and stroking their hard lengths while devouring you with their piercing eyes.

Namjoon runs the head of his cock up your wet, puffy feminine lips and you lift your head to watch the intoxicating motion.

“You're so fucking wet Y/N.” He breathes out, his voice cracking midway.

Without warning he slams into you, stretching your tight walls and bottoming out. You scream into the dark room at the sweet invasion and reach out desperately to grab ahold of the soft sheets surrounding you. He begins thrusting into you hard and grabs onto your wide hips for better leverage.

You slide up and down on the mattress as he pulls you roughly onto his length, his fingers digging into the flesh at your hips. For a moment you can only close your eyes in ecstasy from finally feeling full. Full of Namjoon. The thought has you whimpering again.

His head is thrown back, lips parted, eyes shut as he pounds into you relentlessly. You watch as he loses control of himself above you, making you feel somewhat powerful. Like you could bend these men to do whatever you want, with only the promise of your pussy.

You place your palms against his abs, the muscles constricting fiercely under your touch. He grabs your wrists and slams them down on either side of your head, his body following the movement until his face is inches away from yours. You gasp at the sudden action and stare into his dark eyes. 

“I see it in your eyes.” His hips slow, the rhythm changing to short, deep thrusts that slam against your cervix. You ball your fists at the painful pleasure of him being so far inside of you. You never thought Namjoon could be this way. The drastic contrast from how you usually see the man on top of you to how he is now roughly fucking you has you seeing black stars.

“Don't even think about it. We're in control tonight.” Your pussy squeezes around him making him groan next to your lips. You try and press your lips to his but he manages to pull back before you can, making you whine in frustration. Teasingly, he runs his tongue over your lips and sits back up, pulling you with him so that you're bouncing in his lap.

You yelp in surprise, his dick now hitting you at a different angle. “YES...YES!” You yell towards the ceiling. 

His hand snakes between your bodies and finds your now extra-sensitive bundle of nerves. The unexpected touch has you cumming again in no time. He grinds into you erratically, watching you cum on his dick, and releases his own orgasm, filling you with his thick strands of cum.

You're catching your breath you didn't realize you had lost when he pulls out of you and lays you gently back on the mat. After placing a gentle kiss on your forehead he takes a seat on the couch to your left.

To the right you see Jimin relaxing on the other side of the couch, his head resting back and his eyes watching your every move. Your eyes flicker down to his hand moving seductively up and down his thick hardness. Yoongi sits to the right of him with his eyes glued to Jimin's small hand jerking his wide cock.

The rest of the guys are spread out, nude, in various sitting positions, leaving no space on the wrap-around sofa.

Jimin's raspy voice sounds loud when he speaks. “Come here, baby.”

Moving from your lying position, you slowly get up and sit back with your legs tucked under you. The sight of him touching himself enraptures you, freezing you to the spot as you ogle him openly.

“Come sit on me.” He requests.

You crawl forward hesitantly until you're kneeling between his spread legs.

“Hurry baby.” He whines impatiently.

Yoongi reaches down and helps you climb onto Jimin's lap. Your thighs press against his firm ones as your legs spread on top of him. Yoongi watches intently beside you.

Jimin centers his cock at your entrance and you sink down onto him, releasing a high pitched sigh at the way he stretches your narrow walls.

His eyes roll back. “FUUUCK.”

Placing your hands on his chest for support, you move on top of him slowly. His hands move to rest on your thighs and he watches you quietly as you ride him, tentatively at first, getting used to the width of him. Lustful noises fall from his mouth as you speed up. His eyes widen and his moaning grows louder when you gyrate your hips against him, grinding small circles down into his pelvis.

Yoongi inhales noticeably to your right and you make eye contact with him. He grins devilishly and says, “You should hear him when he's on top.”

Your grinding falters at his words and more wetness floods your core. Jimin groans and pushes up, signalling you to move faster. You comply and start to bounce on his hard length, your moans growing louder as his do. His hands find your waist and grab on tightly, pushing you down until you feel the tip of him touch your cervix.

You stare at his beautiful face and imagine him riding Yoongi's cock while making wild noises. The visual topples you over the edge again and you feel Jimin releasing inside of you as well, your name leaving his lips in whispers.

You can't believe how many times you've come within the past hour. For sure more times than you have the last six months put together.

Before you've fully regenerated from your climax, Yoongi grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap. Cum spills out of your pussy and onto Jimin's thigh and across the couch as you’re dragged onto Yoongi's waiting cock.

You barely catch the way Jimin stares at the cum on his leg and licks his lips before Yoongi is slamming into you. His pace leaves you breathless for a moment. He thrusts up into your leaking pussy, spent juices from both Namjoon and Jimin dripping out of you and down his dick.

To keep from flying off of him, you grab on for dear life to the couch behind his head. His eyes never leave your face as he fucks you at an alarming speed, his cock ripping into your tight hole like his life depends on it. Despite loving the intimacy he showed you before, this is how you'd always imagined sex with Yoongi. Hard and relentless. Your expectations are beyond fulfilled.

He sits up to grab your arms and hold them together behind your back. The new position making your back bend, causing your breasts to point upwards on full display. Collective groaning reaches your ears as your boobs bounce up and down from how hard Yoongi slams into you.

He slows his pace some and leans forward to kiss your neck. “When we're done, you're going to be so full of cum.” He pauses, closing his eyes for a minute, turned on by his own words. “We'll be dripping out of you for days.”

“Yoongi…”

His hot breath runs down your neck as he speeds back up. Within seconds he's pulsing inside of you, coating your walls with his hot, sticky cum.

Almost immediately, arms are wrapped around you from behind and you're pulled off of Yoongi and carried back to the mat. Taehyung places you down gently and sits with his legs crossed beside you. Jungkook climbs between your legs like he was earlier. This time less nervous than before but still more shy than the rest of the guys.

Again, he stares wide-eyed at your crotch, your abused pussy on direct display for him. He no doubt can see how much cum you have leaking out of you. You have an urge to pull him into your arms and hold him, but the urge to see him pushing into you is much stronger.

You scoot down the bed until the back of your knees rest against the top of his thighs. His eyes widen even more. Seeing his reaction makes you wonder if maybe Jungkook really is as innocent as you've always thought he is.

“Jungkook.” You lilt..

“Noona.” he responds, almost too fast.

“Have you ever….” you trail off, not knowing how to ask.

His eyes leave yours and he shakes his head quickly. Your pussy clenches at his response. The idea of being Kookie’s first sends pleasure and excitement shooting through you.

“It's okay,” you try and soothe him, “I want to feel you inside of me. So bad.”

His dick jumps and he stares open-mouthed at you.

You bite your lip and move down more until your entrance presses onto his bulbous head. He inhales sharply and juts forward slightly, entering you a few inches.

“Mmmmmm. Yes Kookie, more please.” You push against him to show him you're beyond ready.

He pushes into you slowly until his happy trail tickles the top of your bare mound. Your eyes roll back at the extremely full feeling of having him inside of you all the way. You clench down on him and watch his facial expression change.

“Ahhh.” He moans. He slides out and pushes back in a few times, getting used to the feeling. His face breaks out in a light sweat as he tries to keep himself from losing it.

You reach to grab his hand. “Don't be scared. I'm not fragile. Fuck me, Jungkook.”

He freezes for a split second to watch you, before slamming into you.

“Uhhh yeeeess.” you moan. Your hair falls into your face as Jungkook grinds at your center. Taehyung pushes your hair out of the way before leaning over and pressing his lips to yours. You yelp into his mouth as you're pulled closer to Jungkook, his curved cock hitting the rough patch at the top of your channel.

You grab onto Tae's hair and kiss him back bruisingly hard, Jungkook’s hard juts making you moan into Tae's open mouth agressively. Tae's mouth leaves yours to find your nipple and roll it between his teeth. He kisses down your belly and to your utmost surprise, places a kiss on the spot right above where Jungkook is connected to you. He continues, leaving a trail of kisses up Jungkook's torso until he reaches his mouth. They lock lips and Jungkook's thrusts falter as they make out on top of you. You swear you have never seen anything so sexy in your life. You knew they were close…...but not this close. First Jimin and Yoongi, now Jungkook and Tae. Who else?

Taehyung pulls away from the kiss first. “Lay down.” He growls. Your insides melt at his deep command aimed towards the maknae of the group.

Jungkook complies and pulls out of you to lay flat on his back beside you. Tae’s hands run up your leg. “Lay on top of him, but face me.”

Gulping, you follow his demand and lay on top of Jungkook so that your back is pressed to his front. You watch as Tae runs his fingers along your wet slit, coating them in your own juices, then dips them down to press against your ass hole. You jump at the intimate touch.

“Let's see if you're a good girl, or a bad girl.” He says, smiling evilly.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, not sure of what he means. He pushes one wet finger into your ass and watches your facial reaction. You inhale slowly, at the feeling. After a minute of wiggling the first digit around he pulls out and enters two of them.

“Ahh, I think you're a bad girl Y/N.” He chuckles up at you, two fingers deep in your ass.

You bite your lips and watch his fingers moving in and out achingly slow. You crave much more than his two slim fingers, knowing full well how much pleasure can come from anal play. You smile as you finally realize what he means. He now knows that you're not a virgin there.

“Mmmmm, Y/N has been having some fun down here, hasn't she?” 

You blush crimson and turn away. You realize it was a mistake looking to the side, as you now see the hungry faces of everyone else. Even from the three men who have already had their fill of you.

Taehyung grabs Jungkook's hard cock and spits a long stream of saliva onto the tip before spreading it around with his fingers. Jungkook pants and whines softly under you at his hyung’s kinky ministrations. Your hips are grabbed and pulled down until Jungkook's cock is lined up with your tightest hole. Tae helps guide the throbbing length into you slowly, pausing every inch or so to let you adjust and to let Jungkook breathe.

When he's finally fully in you, you let out a huge pleasurful sigh and rest back onto Jungkook's hard chest.

“She's squeezing you so tight, Kookie.” Tae groans while staring at where you and Jungkook now connect. He climbs on top of the both of you and centers himself at your weeping core and pushes in slowly.

“AHHHH-aghhhhh. Fuck. Ahh. Tae…..Kookie….” You squeal at the overwhelming, new sensation of being filled by both of them at once.

You keep your eyes closed as they both start to move within you. You've never felt anything so amazingly pleasurable in your life. Nothing you've done to yourself, in your own bed even, compares to what courses through your veins now.

Tae is on top of you, breathing into your neck as he slides in and out of you oppositon of when Jungkook enters and pulls out below you. Jungkook juts upward into your tight hole and grabs onto your hair, pulling your head back against his own and giving more room for Taehyung to mark your skin. The pair moan and grunt into both of your ears as they caress your channels and leave you breathless in ecstasy.

Taehyung leans past your shoulder and kisses Jungkook again, making your heart slam against your ribcage. Jungkook pulls away and reaches around to grab on to your perky breasts.

“I'm gonna cum.” He pants wildly in your ear. “Ahhh, Noona. Uhhhhh Tae, I feel you both. Fuck.” His voice cuts off suddenly as he cums inside of your ass violently, jerking up against your backside.

“Fucking shit.” Taehyung says right before he fills your pussy with more hot seed.

They breathe hard, pressing against you for a bit before Tae slips out of you first, followed shortly after by Kookie. You roll over onto your knees and press your face into the soft mattress. Your hips move of their own accord, still feeling the two of them pumping inside of you. You feel completely filthy, wanting more and more of them right after the other. It's like your thirst is unquenchable.

You feel hands run over your ass cheeks and you open your eyes to see Hobi behind you. He rubs his warm hands up your back then down to your round soft globes again, before smacking the left one hard. You yelp at the sudden slap, the noise echoing in the big room. You know you're about to be fucked harder than you've ever been fucked before and you feel your walls spasming already, just from anticipation. You wonder how much more of this you can take before you're done.

Hobi slaps your pussy hard, eliciting a high-pitched scream from your throat. “I can't believe I'm about to feel this pussy around me.” 

Your wetness drips down your leg. Never would you have imagined Hobi like this. A complete Dom. 

He places his cock against the top of your ass and runs it down to your now swollen entrance and pushes in halfway, just to pull back out. He teases you like this for a few minutes until your gripping the sheets begging him to fuck you.

“Hobi-pleeaase.” You cry into the fabric underneath you.

“Please what, babygirl?”

“Fuck me please!” You say.

He grabs your hair, twisting his hand in the locks and pulls you up until your back curves outwards. He puts his mouth by your ear.

“Say it louder and say my name.” He demands, his tone sending shivers down your spine.

“Ahhhh….FUCK ME HOSEOK, PLEASE!” you practically yell at him.

He throws you back down to the bent position you were in before and slams into your aching pussy. You scream out, your voice cracking halfway. He grabs onto your waist and pounds into you so hard, you can't even make noise. You lay there open-mouthed taking his cock like the good girl you are.

Movement catches your eye, and you see Jin coming towards you. He leans down, putting his face at your level.

“I love how you look being fucked like this.” He says quietly so only you can hear.

You moan wildly in his face, not being able to hold anything in. He cups your jaw with his big hand and rubs under your ear.

“Hobi, lift her again.” He says to Hobi while staring at you still.

Your hand is yanked again until you're back in the previous position, this time with Jin in front of you, his damp, dark hair falling into his brown eyes. His hand finds your jaw again and he leans in, running his long tongue from your chin up to your ear. You shiver at the warm wet sensation on your face.

“Mmmmm.” He moans at your reaction.

Hobi relentlessly juts into you, slamming against your soft cervix as if begging for entry. Your eyes start to roll back and close.

“No no no.” Jin whispers. “Keep them open.” 

They flutter back open and watch him lower to his stomach and press his hot mouth against your sensitive clit. You yell out, squeezing around Hobi’s demanding cock. Jin's tongue pressing hard circles against your clit has you feeling so close to another orgasm. You grab his hair and push him in tighter against your sex, craving more.

Just as Jin stops licking you, Hobi empties his cum into your beautifully sore pussy. His rough grunting vibrates through your back pressed up to him.

You cry out as you're pushed back down onto the bed. You were so close to cumming when they both stopped suddenly. Hobi sits back on his heels panting heavily and stroking his wet, shiny dick.

Jin stands up, lifts you in his arms, takes you to the sofa and sits between Namjoon and Yoongi. He lays you on top of him so that you face away from his pretty face. Namjoon sits to your right and Yoongi to your left. The rest of the boys move to kneel on the floor in front of you and Jin.

“Everyone's going to watch your pretty little pussy weep for me while I fuck your ass.” He grabs his dick and slides it up and down your folds. “Is that okay kitten?”

You stare at his cock teasing your entrance and nod your head slowly.

“Good.” He says as he dips his fingers into you, scooping moisture out and coating his cock. Your ass is lifted as he aims himself at your little hole, then lowers you down slowly stretching your ass out again.

“Ugnnhhhhh.” You moan throatily.

“You take our cocks so we'll, Y/N.” He pushes into you in one smooth thrust hitting you deep. You brace your arms on his just underneath you and look down at the boys kneeling before you. The sight of them sitting obediently thrills you. You want to take control and fuck each of them into the ground one by one until they are the ones moaning and screaming.

Jin pulls out of you and thrust back in hard, distracting you from your kinky thoughts. His rhythm picks up until he's sliding in and out of you rapidly, making obscene wet noises that sound embarrassingly loud. Goosebumps rise on your skin at the extremely sexual sounds.

The boys in front of you stare intently at your constantly dripping pussy and lick their lips every once in a while, as if they are dying to have a taste.

Namjoon leans into your side and runs his long fingers down your wet folds then inserts two fingers into your cum-filled hole. He wiggles them around, making your head fall back against Jin's shoulder. When he pulls them out slowly, you look back down to see a stream of white still connected to his fingers from your entrance.

Instinctively you lick your lips. Everyone notices.

Namjoon brings his wet fingers to your lips. “Lick them.” He says.

Your brain tells you no, but your pussy tells you 'fuck yes’. Your mouth opens instantly, taking his two fingers in and wrapping your tongue around the wet digits. The salty taste of their combined ejaculate fills your mouth. You moan into his fingers while making eye contact with everyone who's cum inside of you so far. They all stare wide-eyed, making you overflow with pride.

Yoongi does the same as Namjoon, dipping inside of you and leading a string of cum to your waiting tongue. They repeat once more each before Jimin crawls forward, stopping inches away from your spread legs. 

He watches closely as Jin pounds into your ass, licking his big lips seductively. Leaning forward, he licks up your cum soaked slit, eliciting growls throughout the guys and a choking moan from you.

The dirty sight of Jimin attacking your cum-filled pussy with his puffy lips has you bouncing and whining on top of Jin. Jimin finishes cleaning up your abused pussy and moves up to give love to the bundle of nerves poking through your folds. 

The second his tongue presses into it you fall apart. Silent screams escape your lips and your vision falters as stars appear behind your closed eyelids. Your arms give out underneath you and you fall back into Jin’s arms, shaking as he thrusts his final few times into you. His hot cum spurts out of his throbbing cock and spills out, running down his shaft and dripping onto the couch underneath. 

You stay motionless on Jin’s hard chest for a few minutes until you’re lifted into unknown arms and carried to the bathroom. As you're laid in the tub, your eyes finally focus to see Namjoon turning on the tap and filling the tub with hot water. Lathering a hot cloth with soap, he proceeds to gently bathe you while praising you for how well you did tonight.

Your heart swells at hearing his voice say words you never thought you'd hear. Slight panic starts to set in shortly after. What happens next? Is this going to ruin your relationship? You can't choose.

You start to voice the crazy things running through your mind and Namjoon stops washing your sore body. He grabs your jaw softly and turns you to face him.

“Y/N.” He says soothingly. “We ALL love you. We ALL need you. Please choose ALL of us. You're our strength.”

Your heart leaps into your throat while all of the blood in your body rushes to your head. You relax into his touch thinking about being with them all as one. Just like you were tonight. You know that's exactly what you need and want in your life right now. Smiling up at Namjoon, you move onto your knees to kiss him.

“Is this you saying yes?” He asks after pulling away gently, his eyes boring into yours pleadingly.

“Of course. I need all of you in my life.”

Bangtan ideas 💡

♡ RUN - in which she helped them run away from all their problems, and helped them conquer all their dilemmas

♡ BUTTERFLY - [part II of run] she helped them, now it's their turn to help her.

♡'til death do as part - in which he is death.

♡ hoseok x reader // sleep brought them to another dimension that gives them a chance to fall in love with each other, again and again, without a care at the other world they left behind.

- hobi's school volunteer on a hospital, that's where she met him, without him knowing -she have a coma.

♡ church boy // kim taehyung

- where in he is the devil and he attend masses where she met this girl. -"Why don't you pinch the cheeks of who you're sitting with, and tell him, he will have an end." the priest said, I mentally rolled my eyes and didn't move a muscle, forcing myself to listen to this awful "preaching". The girl beside me looked at me and pinched my cheeks, damn, this girl really know how to pinch. I palmed my swollen cheeks amd glared at her. "Ya!" she chuckled and looked at my eyes, "You'll end someday." She gave me a small smile and directed her attention back to the homily.

♡ bts as greek gods

-"we are greek gods, we have instances were in we can change our appearances, but what you're seeing right now. This is the real us."

♡ in which there is a bts fangirl, ARMY, in a school full of antis.

♡⃛◟( ˊ̱˂˃ˋ̱ )◞⸜₍ ˍ́˱˲ˍ̀ ₎⸝◟( ˊ̱˂˃ˋ̱ )◞♡⃛

- i have a lot more but i choose to focus on this ones first. What should I do? Should I publish it or smth?? If you want to copy the ideas please let me know beforehand. :>

Music of the Night|4

A/N: Dear Readers, here is the next installment in the Phantom of the Opera AU! I hope you enjoy it!!! I also want to wish you all a Happy New Year!  💖 💖 

Soul  💖

Summary:The time is 1856. Location: Paris, France at the Opera Populaire. Taehyung is living his life when who should stumble into his life than the most beautiful singer he has ever heard? She was the missing instrument to his orchestra. She would complete the score for his… Music of the Night.

Pairing:  Opera Ghost! Taehyung x Singer! Ballet Dancer! MCUniverse: Phantom of the Opera AU

Word Count: 971

Genre: Fluff 🥰, Mature 🔞

Characters: rich! Seokjin, rich! Yoongi, dance instructor! hoseok, officer! Jimin, stagehand! Jungkook, chorus girl! BlackPink

⚠️Warnings⚠️: mentions of religion (reader prays), stalking, slight yandere themes

Please keep in mind this is a work of FICTION this in no way reflects on any BTS members or Taehyung as a person. This is simply a story for the imagination.

Go B a c k | Turn P a g e | M. L i s t 

Chatter was heard around the orchestra when ___ made her way onto the stage behind the other chorus girls. It had been a few days since she had seen her teacher, every night she still dutifully went to wait for him to arrive.  

Jisoo eyed the other girl warily when she saw how quiet she was. Suddenly, Francesca the main soprano came onto the stage.  

“The patron must be coming,” Rose whispered.  

As though on cue, Jimin came into the great hall and was announced. The cast was put to work blocking and Francesca was brought to the front to practice with Maestro Namjoon while we rehearsed. While I worked through the day, I contemplated even going down into the chapel again, fearing yet more rejection from my teacher.  

The day passed mostly in a blur, the only thing of import that happened through the day was Jungkook finding a letter from the Opera Ghost yet again. He didn’t alert the entire staff this time and simply passed the letter along to Monsieur Yoongi. The stern man read the letter carefully and didn’t have anything to report it seemed.  

Against my better judgement, I went down to the chapel, I swore to myself that this would be the last time. As I prayed and practically begged God to please make him come, I finally heard his sweet, soft calls.

The joy that filled me overflowed. Tears were shed in relief as I called back to him. After a night of catching up and promising that I wouldn’t let the other girls sway me to do anything he deemed inappropriate, we resumed my studies and everything was as it used to be. (Though I insisted that My Angel of Music needed to make it up to me for leaving me for so long).  

The following six months were full of hard work and many lessons from Maestro Namjoon I enjoyed working with everyone. But my favorite part of the day was going down to the chapel to sing with my mysterious tutor.  

I had learned quickly that he was a shy person who preferred to not reveal himself to me. I respected his wishes to remain this way. It wasn’t my place to question him anyways. He was clearly my superior in the art of singing. And in composing. And everything. He taught me so many things that I couldn’t have dreamed to learn from my limited knowledge.  

My Angel, my tutor, was even continuing in teaching me how to read and write. I couldn’t thank God enough for sending me someone to confide in and to share my worries with who listened and didn’t belittle my thoughts. Someone who wanted to nurture me and to help me blossom into a stronger, better version of myself.  

I was so happy every night as I made my way down into the chapel and waited to hear the soft calls from the mysterious angel that watched over me. I asked him questions about the world, asking what he knew about and learned. Tonight, was no different.  

“Master,” I called out into the darkness around me.  

“Yes, My Angel?” I heard his deep voice echo out softly.  

“Do you think I will make a good lead soprano?” I postulated as I played with the hem of my tulle skirt as I sat taking my brief break to rest per his instruction.  

I heard a soft chuckle, “of course you will be, My Pupil,” his warm voice encouraged me. I perked up, happy that he had such faith in me. “That is why I am training you,” he added. “you will be absolutely perfect as the lead soprano.”  

I hummed happily and blushed with pride at his words. “I am so grateful to you, Master,” I hedged unsure of how to continue.  

“What is it?” his soft voice encouraged me with a light chuckle.  

“Will I ever get to see you, Master?” I asked.  

There was another chuckle, louder this time, he sounded so close that my nerves shot up and I took in a sharp breath with anticipation. “One day, My Pet,” he consoled me and chuckled more at my pout as I crossed my arms over my chest. “I think we’ve allowed your mind to wander enough,” he chided. “On your feet, Little Miss.”  

I complied immediately and dusted off my skirt to stand up tall and began my exercises again with him. After another half hour, the hidden genius told me to return to the rooms with the rest of the chorus girls. I sighed wistfully.  

“What is on your mind, Angel?” I heard his soft voice as though he was standing behind me.  

“I want to see you,” I huffed. “It’s been months since we first heard each other,” I trailed off and started up again when he said nothing. “I would like to be able to thank you properly for teaching me all that you do.”  

There was another stretch of silence, “when the time is right, you will be able to see me,” he answered.  

“Is that a promise?” I questioned clasping my hands tightly against my heart.  

“I promise,” he answered after another brief stretch of silence. “Now, off to bed, please don’t make me ask you again.”  

“Yes, Master!” I called jumping up and running up to the back of the opera house. Once I made it to the main landing, I gasped; I hadn’t said my evening prayers yet! I ran back down and apologized to God for my momentary lapse in sanity. I asked him to forgive me though because I was going to finally be able to meet my teacher. He promised! My angel promised me! After my rushed prayers to The Lord, I scampered up the stairwell again and back up to the room.