#bts fiction
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until forever falls apart | 01.
pairing: kim taehyung, reader
genre: angst, exes au.
warnings: emotional cheating, infidelity, swearing, detailed smut, chain smoking as a coping mechanism.
word count: 11.8k
description: you’ve never been much of a believer in the phrase ‘first love never dies’ but it seems as if the universe badly wants to prove it to you — and you’re absolutely and royally damned the moment you find out that the phrase holds truth.
or alternatively, you come as a stand-in photographer for your cousin’s prenup shoot and you find out that it’s your secret ex who’s about to get married, and kim taehyung really doesn’t make it any less easy for you.
01 | ongoing.
Love has always been easy for you — both falling into or getting out of it, but more of the latter, really.
However, there are things about this so-called ‘love’ that you don’t quite get — will probably never get — and it leaves you in a sticky position when friends come to ask advice that roots from such a concept.
It always ends in a snotty mess and a sigh of I don’t know why I came to you for this at the end anyway. It makes you feel like shit; a clueless, ignorant, wondering piece of shit because how is it that everyone seems to have been looking at love and defining it from a single different lens with a unified perspective, and you’re stuck at seeing it from the other endpoint.
It isn’t your fault you don’t assimilate hurt with loving, is it? It isn’t your fault that you don’t expect to clean up a colossal mess every time love comes to its end. And it most certainly isn’t your fault that when love ends, you let it go. It ended, and that’s that. For you, anyway. So, why exactly, do people fault you for having such a reaction at the conclusion of a relationship?
Why does it seem to be a taboo and something that’s unheard of when a month after a relationship ends, you find yourself not grieving over a love that’s lost? When and why does it seem to have become the standard to mope and pine and cry as if acceptance and moving on is an outlawed concept right after a relationship ends?
That’s because you’re a heartless, unfeeling bastard, that’s why, as your best friend, Jungkook, so likes to put it every single time. And maybe, it is the defeat and the eventual acceptance that people will never see things in your perspective that you just roll your eyes and move on with your day.
Love, for you, is something that ends when it ends. A wound that closes, heals. It leaves a scar, sure. You remember the hurt, yes. But the initial peak of pain wouldn’t be there again if it healed, would it.
With all that, you’ve become unsure — of what to do, of what to say, of how to act — when people lament over a lost love. Which, at this very moment, is what exactly your sister is doing.
All tears, snot, and hiccups under your blankets.
Sobs wrack her body in an uncontrollable shake, a vibrating mess under the sheets as you’re left to wonder what the fuck to do with your hands. But you never get the answer because she wails, head lifting from the blankets, “How could he do that to me? Six years, six years! Six years he threw away for what, a year of meaningless sex with his assistant?”
You don’t really think it’s meaningless when dear, dear respectable Hyunwoo decides to break off the engagement, but you keep your mouth shut and continue to awkwardly pat your sister’s back.
Your hand stills just an inch away from her back when she looks at you, wet eyes and mouth set in a downward curve, and whispers, “What should I do now?” She sniffles and you flinch. Because her goddamn snot is staining your bed but fuck, okay, you can’t think about that now, “I love him.”
You hesitate, weighing the words you’re about to speak in your head and thinking about the consequences before settling for a question, “You–you’re not thinking about giving him another shot if he asks for it, are you?”
At this, your sister remains silent and you sigh because yes, yes she will give him a chance in one heartbeat if the bastard do so much as give her a fucking petal and a printed ‘I’m sorry’ hallmark note.
“You don’t get it.”
Ah, there it is.
Of course, it’s always going to come down to you not getting it.
Maybe your sister sees it, the anger bubbling in your gaze as you glare at her, because she scrambles to sit down with her legs underneath her, knees parallel each other as she kneels on the bed facing you.
And it would have been funny, seeing your older sister like this, but the searing exasperation breaks through and you let it, mouth opening, “No, you don’t get it. See, this is not just a matter of moving the fuck on. He fucked you over, Hana, so much that there’s no amount of apology or groveling he can do to fix that. He fucked his assistant when he’s due to walk down the aisle in a year with you and if that doesn’t spell out how much respect he has for you, for our family, and you still choose to remain blind despite that, then you came to the wrong person because I won’t coddle you.”
“I care about you,” your voice softens and you see her shoulders slump, “This is not just about my once-it-ends-then-it-ends view on relationships. Hyunwoo did an unthinkable, unforgivable thing and there’s no going back from that. I’m not letting you walk back to the person who lacks respect for a relationship, much less for you. Do you get where I’m coming from?”
Hana nods meekly, head hanging low before you hear her sniffle once more. It hurts to see her like this and you want nothing more but to pummel the son of a bitch who did this to her, “I’m sorry.”
You shake your head and you let out a breath, all air knocked out from your lungs when she slumps forward, arms snaking around your shoulders as she pulls you in for a tight hug, the phrase of ‘thank you’ and ‘sorry’ a litany on her tongue. You squeak as her legs slither their way around you in a tight grip and she lets out a weak laugh that sounded much more like a wheeze before you push her off, feeling a wet blot on your shoulder.
“I want to be you for a day. Not like you,” she mutters as she gets comfortable on the pillows, your pillows, “But be you entirely. I want this pain to vanish in a week and just forget about him.”
She pauses, “Maybe after I key his car.”
The pain doesn’t vanish, you think and tell her. “I just learned how to deal with it, Hana. And it isn’t overnight that I do it. And you will get over it too. Heal from it. Someday, one day.”
The silence that follows is comforting, and you think she must’ve fallen asleep, just as most do after a good cry. But she hasn’t, you realize, when she rolls over once more and speaks in a quiet voice, “The way you are right now,” she pauses, only continuing when you give her a nod, “is it because of him?”
There are only a handful of people that could fit about who she means, you know that, but you refuse to speak of any of them and opt to ask her a question instead, “Which way that I am exactly are you referring to?”
“The closed-off you,” Hana replies, a soft tilt to her words, “I had a theory, you know, that you moved on so fast from the relationships you had after because you were never really invested in the people after him. That he broke you, enough for you to place that, whatever you have around your heart that doesn’t allow people to hurt you. You love other people, but you never really allow them to love you as much because of it which makes detachment and parting easier when it ends.”
You don’t really mean to, but the words Hana speaks are like a vacuum, drawing you into a place you’ve managed to tuck away in the very back of your mind. Memories rush in and you drown in it — of honey blond hair, rectangle smiles, and skin that smelled of oakmoss and jasmine.
“Am I right?”
You let out a laugh as you nudge a pillow towards your sister, “You and your unending theories. No, Hana. It’s not because of anyone in particular. This is just how I am, how I think. It’s just unfortunate that it's only the minority that shares the same sentiments as I do.”
Hana looks as if she’d try to refute before deciding against it, groaning when her phone rings and you raise an eyebrow because who in hell would be calling her at midnight. She shakes her head, twisting the phone around so you can see who’s calling and you see the word Studio and you shrug before she takes the call, only hearing snippets of the conversation and it seems as if it's about work.
Hana owns a photography studio — a hobby turned business venture with her friends. Your parents were against it initially, deeming it a ‘not suitable’ business for Hana, but your older sister is a head-strong bull and proceeded with her plans without a single support from your parents and of course, because she’s Hana Park, she can make anything succeed if she puts her mind to it.
“—yeah, you goof, I’ll be right there, don’t worry. Why are you so stressed about this anyway, is this your secret wedding or something?” You lie closer to your sister and she mouths ‘Jimin’ before returning to picking her nails, “I get it, okay. Stop freaking out, I promise to be there tomorrow. M’kay, bye.”
She heaves a dragged-out, exaggerated sigh just as she tosses her phone on the bed where it bounced, “You know, I’d assume it’s our dear brother’s prenuptial photoshoot tomorrow with the way he’s freaking out over the details. I’d actually think that if I didn’t know of him and his single ass and his emotional attachment to his bachelor title.”
“It’s Sunday tomorrow, and you’re booked because of that phone call,” You list, “So I can only assume Jimin knows one of them and used his connections to book your exclusive ass into working on a Sunday.”
Hana laughs, “You’re not wrong. Soyeon made the reservation for November, which is like, a month from now. Jimin moved it for tomorrow in such a rush last week for reasons I don’t know why.”
“Soyeon?” You gasp, eyes going wide, “You’re not talking about Yang Soyeon, are you? Oh my god, how did I not know about this?”
Your sister snorts, ungraceful and loud, “Who would have expected for the youngest cousin in the family to be the first one to be wed, huh? Date’s set for April next year and I don’t even know who she’s marrying,” But she pauses and a frown mars her features, “I would’ve been the first one to walk the aisle and yet, here I am.”
Wait.
“Hana,” you start, “aren’t you meeting Hyunwoo’s parents tomorrow for brunch? To formally call off the wedding? Isn’t that what you came here for tonight, because you were having second thoughts of actually calling it off tomorrow?”
You see the realization dawn upon her, her eyes widening in recognition of the planned confrontation, her mouth dropping to a comical shape of the letter ‘o’ before she sits up so fast you actually ask if her back’s okay and you hear the frantic hits of her nails against the glass of her phone, the worry leaking thickly in her voice as she speaks to multiple people, all of which ending in a frustrated sigh and groan from your older sister.
“Fuck!” she screams as she disconnects from a call once more, “I can’t find anyone to replace me, everyone’s either booked already or have plans for tomorrow. Fuck, shit, I’m screwed. Jimin’s going to kill me. No photographer’s available tomorrow, what am I going to do now, I—you.”
You still, nailed in place by her stare, “Fuck are you looking at me for?”
It’s in this moment you feel the doom coming down on you from all the corners of the universe when Hana smiles, actually feeling it that you shiver. She picks up the phone, calls Jimin, asks if 10 o’clock is okay for everyone to gather tomorrow, kisses your cheek good night.
Kiss of fucking death, you feel like.
You’re never a morning person — nor do you have plans to become one — and you aren’t used to being awakened by a goddamn wet, slimy tongue licking your face all over.
Hana’s laugh echoes around your room, followed by hushed good job from her and a shrill bark from her dog (you really did not know how Orion arrived here when the dog wasn’t even here last night), and you are never one to have thoughts of murder so early in the morning but your family has really been testing your limits. But then you remember that you willingly handed over to Hana the passcode to your apartment, something for emergencies and shit like that, but of course, she took it as an invitation to come and go as she pleases.
Fortunately, she cleans up after Orion’s mess, thank god.
Rolling over, you prepare to squint as protection against the glare of the sun since Hana had already pulled back the curtains, but you sit up at the lack of the sun’s intrusion into your eyes and see that the sun hasn’t even risen yet. The city that you can see through the glass window is quiet, still in deep sleep. As you should be just before Hana woke you up.
“Dad’s going to have a fit when I tell him what you’re blackmailing me to do,” you groan, falling back on your pillow, “I’m running his business and here you are making me take photos of people Dad hates, well, by extension.”
Hana does nothing but flash you a grin, “You’re the only one I can trust to be on par with my skills, honey. Besides, I already have Dad booked in the freaking out area ‘cause you know, I’m a bachelorette now.”
You roll your eyes and you move off your bed, making it neat and tidy to which Hana scoffs before grabbing the mug of cold coffee right from her hands and chugging it all down. Looks like you’ll need more than a cup with what you’re going to be faced with today.
“Is Jimin coming? My car’s in the mechanic, I’m getting it tomorrow.”
Hana nods before telling you just how far Jimin is from your apartment, “About Jimin, actually.” Your sister trails off and you feel an oncoming headache because of course, there’s more.
“I didn't exactly tell him I can’t make it today so I’m trusting you to, um, calm him down when he freaks? He’s only weak to your charms and absolutely immune to mine.”
Turns out a little while after that, Jimin’s absolutely immune to the both of you. Especially you.
“No, what the fuck. What—no.”
Jimin stands frozen, fingers gripping the edges of the kitchen island. His eyes are wide, mouth open in disbelief as he listens to Hana’s explanations of why she can’t go today, her eyes flashing as if to call you for help but you only shrug because there’s really nothing you can do to help her out of this. She made her own bed, might as well let her lie in it.
It irks you quite a bit though when Jimin starts to become unreasonable despite Hana’s crystal clear explanation as to why she’s unavailable today, and on a typical day, you know Jimin would understand, and would easily let it go because obviously, Hana’s life matters take precedence over a photoshoot that can be scheduled on a different day. Jimin today, however, is extra adamant on not having you take over the shoot and it might have very, just very slightly struck the wrong nerve in you.
“You know, Jimin, if this is a matter of your trust in my abilities, I’d gladly back out of this. I’m doing this as a favor to Hana, I’m not here to help you,” you quip, tight and low as you regard the both of them, “So, if you refuse to accept my help, then call your friend to find another photographer, better yet schedule another one with Hana.”
Hana starts to protest but Jimin shakes his head, turns to you with soft eyes and a pouting set of lips, “I’m sorry, that came off wrong. Really wrong. I swear I wasn’t trying to undermine your abilities, nor am I saying that there is anything to undermine because you’re good as shit at this, maybe even better than Hana, it’s just that—”
He cuts off his ramble mid-sentence as if to catch himself — to keep from spilling whatever his reservation about you being the stand-in for Hana, which you don’t really know what.
Three things about Jimin are these: he rambles when he’s extremely nervous, fidgets with his thumbs when he’s scared, and refuses to make any eye contact if he believes he’s done something wrong. It’s always one of the three when it comes to him and never altogether. And yet, he stands in front of you, doing all three simultaneously and your heart plummets to the marble flooring beneath you because what is he so scared of, really, to be like this in front of you.
“Look, if you don’t want me to do this, that’s okay,” You start to speak and Jimin turns to you and opens his mouth to speak when you shake your head. You aren’t finished speaking, “That is, if you have an alternative, if Soyeon agrees to reschedule, I’m sure Hana can fit them right in some other time—” You give a pointed look at your sister who rolls her eyes but nods, “—but if they don’t, you have no choice, Jimin. Unless you want to take the photos yourself.”
Jimin lets out a breath, agrees, and proceeds to call whoever he needs to and converses in a low tone that isn’t discernible to you, but Hana can hear and your eyebrows furrow in concern when her head turns so fast towards Jimin’s direction, panic clear-cut in her eyes as she picks up on whatever it is that Jimin is saying. She curses under her breath, turns ghostly pale before she pulls Jimin into one of the guest rooms, leaving you to your thoughts and your second cup of coffee.
“You kept this?”
It’s a good three minutes after that Jimin’s voice pulls you out of your trance — your attention previously held by the large black ant that is now on top of an apple. You turn and your breath hitches at the rough sketch of the overly-familiar Pomeranian in his right hand. You shrug, “Jungkook must have left it there when he came over.”
At this, Jimin raises his eyebrows. Stares at the picture a little bit too long before putting it back in place, under Jungkook’s purple-pink painting of a sunset, to the right of Jimin’s present two years before. He then looks at you, really looks at you, that you become unnerved enough to look away and pretend to busy yourself with some imaginary dust on the counter.
You know. You know how the framed sketch is too clean, too in place, and too taken care of to be something that your best friend accidentally left behind. And you know Jimin knows this too with the way his eyes turn to you and you fear. Fear that pity would be reflected in them and so you stand abruptly, deaf to the frantic calls of Hana and you head straight to the building basement and settle comfortably on the passenger seat of Jimin’s car.
You ran because you’re a coward — afraid to face questions you know you have no answers to.
Jimin enters not a minute later, silent and mum, but the silent looks your sibling keeps giving you is not something you miss no matter how discreet he tries to be about it. You brush it off though, citing the tense atmosphere to be the reason he’s doing so.
But little do you know that this is the first of the many mistakes you will be making — the tiniest among all others.
The theme is simple. Glamour, editorial-esque Vogue-spread motif. Fit for the rich. Something that exudes elegance and opulence. Classy, simple, and elegant. You nod as you skim through the print-out Hana rushes to get to you through one of her employees, one hand busy writing ideas and suggestions.
It warms your heart that despite all the things Hana has to face today, she hasn’t failed to make everything easier for you, as she always does. And everything’s in accordance, just as they should be. That is, except for one, someone. Jimin really cannot stop himself from shaking and you actually fear the poor boy is turning into a leaf, dancing in the wind, with how he physically cannot stop himself from moving.
You’ve had enough of it — his nervous fidgeting, the frantic scan of his eyes among the crowd, the unending bounce of his knees — so you move to approach him, just in time to pluck out the cigarette he’s about to light in his hand and he jumps, “Minie, you’re making me nervous here. I’ve seen you nervous but it’s never been this bad.”
Jimin looks at you and your chest constricts at the face he’s making. A beat, two beats before he lets out a shaky breath, “I’m sorry.”
You think of the exchange back at your apartment, the one where it came off as if he had no faith in you as Hana’s substitute and you let out a small laugh. You know Jimin would never think that. Flicking his chin, you shake your head, “It was me who took your words the wrong way, Min. You don’t need to apologize.”
He looks as if he wants to say more but a car pulls up, red and ostentatious with the way the roof is folded down, and you grin as you see your cousin, a matching upward curve to her lips.
It isn’t new, really, when you catch sight of her hair — beautiful shades of cotton candy pink and pastel blue glinting under the sun.
Beautiful, daring Soyeon, the darling of the Yangs.
You nearly meet your end, though, that day if it isn’t for Jimin cursing and pulling you back when Soyeon isn’t able to stop her car at the designated yellow parking line and she too squeaks a wheeze when she steps on the brakes. The car comes to a stop, and you see her breath does too, before she throws her head back and laughs.
“You’re fucking crazy.”
She sticks out her tongue before she jumps over the door, her flimsy taupe pants billowing after her. You only manage to let out a yelp of protest before she has you and Jimin in a bone-crushing hug and you feel your chest rasp to get some air in when she squeezes once more before finally letting go.
“This is a two-people marriage we’re having today, right? You’re not marrying yourself here?” You ask and laugh as she rolls her eyes. It’s definitely her thing and it wouldn’t be a surprise if she did. “I didn’t even know you were in a relationship and now you’re getting married?”
She shrugs, a wide smile still on her lips, “It just happened,” Her eyebrows furrow when she looks over at Jimin who’s uncharacteristically silent and nudges him, “I still won’t forgive you. I know my groom’s your best friend but it doesn’t really give you a free-pass to have him here at six in the morning to get you coffee. Who does that?”
You don’t really hear what Jimin has to say to her because you’re bidding your goodbye to them both when one of Hana’s assistants — the one she had assigned to brief you over all the details of today’s shoot — pulls you from the conversation, apology written all over her face at the thought of interrupting you but as soon as she open her mouth to speak, you dismiss it with an its okay and you signal for her to go ahead.
“This is the final list of the concepts Hana had brainstormed which one of the client is yet to choose from,” she hands you a thin stack of paper, a portfolio sandwiched between two clear binding covers, “The bride has already chosen the concepts she wants that are to be included for today’s shoot, so, all that's left is to hand the checklist to the groom for the shoot next week.”
Nodding, you skim through the portfolio and shit, it’s definitely good.
You’re whisked away towards the building, directed towards the seventh floor of the rented building in which you’re told Soyeon’s groom is, handpicking his outfits for the day.
You give the door a knock, hearing a bustle of people talking on the other side of the door, and when no one answers, you push the door open. You’re immediately greeted by a flurry of people walking back and forth, all of them either with stacks of paper in their arms or Brioni and Gucci suits in tow.
It’s a mess, a downright mess you want to run from because you haven’t ingested enough coffee to face this.
Which is exactly why you nearly cry when someone steps in front of you, a neat smile in place and a large cup of iced coffee in one hand, a hand extending towards you, “You look like you need this.”
He tilts his head once, gesturing inside the room, “I’m Yoongi, Min Yoongi. Jimin texted me earlier that his other sister is standing in for Hana and I assume that’s you.”
Something feels vaguely familiar about Min Yoongi and you list it off as a passing name Jimin had mentioned in the stories he had told you.
“There’s a meeting room on the very far left, grumpy groom’s there,” Yoongi smiles, “Nice meeting you, um—”
“(Y/N). My name’s (Y/N), nice to meet you too, Yoongi.”
You think as you walk that there’s no point in going over next week’s concept today since Hana can already make it by the next photoshoot and she would’ve understand better the dynamics of it all if they talk then, but okay, since you’re already here, might as well help all the way.
Through the frosted glass of the meeting room, you see a silhouette, tall and broad. You have never been a people-person and meeting new ones really isn’t your strong point so you take three deep breaths, hand tightening on the cup of coffee Yoongi handed you, before pushing the glass door open.
“Hi, I’m sorry I ran a bit late. It’s—”
And you stop.
You stop because you suddenly can’t feel the cold cup slipping from your grip. You stop because you feel the liquid pool at the very bottom of your shoes, sticky and wet and messy. You stop because you can’t breathe. You stop because your heart fucking stops too at the sight of Kim Taehyung.
Beautiful, dazzling Kim Taehyung.
First boyfriend, first love, now ex-lover, Kim Taehyung.
Soyeon’s groom and soon-to-be husband, Kim Taehyung.
“Everything okay here?” Yoongi. You hear his footsteps behind you before you see him and you can’t be thankful enough at the interference that’s very much needed.
But you allow yourself to be pathetic, just as you always are around Kim Taehyung. And because you can’t help it, frankly, when your eyes meet his and all sense that is good and common jumps out the window behind him. Because he looks fucking beautiful — him and his honey hair that’s now framing his face, a little bit longer, lighter. Because the room reeks of him, jasmine, vanilla, and oakmoss and it consumes you. The part of you that, despite it all, still longs for the Kim Taehyung from four years past.
On a good day and you meet him once more, you think you would have laughed. A fake smile and a head held high would’ve done it in front of him. But all it takes is one look now. One look, at the time when all your defenses are down, for the self-imposed chain that blocks it all to break and give, a domino effect in your mind as it all comes back; the whirlwind of feelings and emotions that the calamity of him brings forth.
You nod, feeling the light touch of Yoongi’s fingers around your arm, and you anchor yourself with it. Pull yourself from drowning in him once more. “Yeah, sorry,” You breathe, “It slipped. I’m really sorry.”
“No, no, it’s okay. I’ll have someone take care of it, don’t worry,” Yoongi waves you off when you bend down to start cleaning up your mess, nods toward Taehyung, “Go on, he gets grumpy if he’s left to wait.”
Oh, you know.
So, you do.
You drag your legs to where Taehyung stands, feeling like you’re hauling wet logs for limbs. It’s silent, save for the sound of Yoongi’s shoes against the floor as he kicks at the fallen blocks of ice, and maybe, he takes the silence for Taehyung’s bout of pettiness because he hisses a quiet behave before he walks out. The silence becomes even more suffocating when now it’s just you and Taehyung.
“So—”
“I—”
You shut your mouth when he speaks at the same time as you.
You decide, though, to continue because you’re here for one thing and that one thing entails that you have something to say to him. But he doesn’t, he shouldn’t.
“So, let’s talk about concepts. I’ve been told that Soyeon has already chosen the ones for today — for both your individual and couple shots, and you get to choose the ones for the shoot with Hana next week. Here,” you slide the portfolio across the table, taking a seat across his own without waiting for him, “Hana already made an outline for everything so, this, is basically a checklist you just have to choose from and—”
“How are you?”
“—I’m just going to wait until you’re done filling them out so I can bring them back and start with—”
“(Y/N).” You finally look at him then and you look away the second you do because you’re trying so hard to keep yourself whole and you feel like one second more in his gaze and you’ll fall apart, “I’m sorry.”
And you try. God, you try so hard to repress the tiny, evil voice that pushes you to throw reason out the window. But it comes out anyway, and there’s no stopping what flows out of your mouth after, “Why,” you laugh, “Sorry because you wouldn't have chosen Hana's studio if you knew I was the one to take your photos? Or sorry because you had my brother acting like a train wreck just to keep this from me? Don’t worry I won’t be here next week.”
His face pinches, tongue rolling out to wet his lips, “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Then don’t apologize to me—” you grit, fists clenched and heart thundering, “—as if you assumed that seeing you has put me in a position that hurt me. Because it really doesn’t. Not anymore, Taehyung. So if you have anything to apologize for—”
You cut yourself off because no, no he has nothing to apologize for. He doesn’t have to say sorry. One person deciding to walk out of a relationship doesn’t warrant an apology from them. An explanation, sure, but you don’t really need it from him. He made it clear enough all those years ago just before he slammed the door of your apartment shut that he just didn’t love you enough — not anymore then.
It’s been four years. It’s been four long years and you should be over him — and you are, you’re certain that you are. But it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt because it does, fuck, it still hurts so much and you don’t know why.
“—apologize to Jimin because I just know he feels like shit for lying to me because of you.”
You commit your second mistake that same day in the middle of shooting Taehyung’s individual photos. Soyeon had gone for a nature theme this time and so you find yourself in the middle of the forest with a near-naked Taehyung in tow and thank heavens it rains because one more glimpse through the viewfinder at his well-oiled torso and you might have combust and run away from the photoshoot, Hana’s reputation be damned.
Jimin seems to be attached to you now, becoming a human magnet not long after he had apologized so much he knelt, snuggling to your side every chance he gets that it’s suffocating you because he’s overcompensating but you don’t really have the heart to call him out. Not when he looks like a puppy whose tail got accidentally stepped on when you get around to even do so much as try.
So, you let him become your shadow for the time being, finally letting out a huge breath of relief when lunch time comes around and everybody takes a break and you slip past him to the very back of the dilapidated cabin you stumbled upon just before the last shoot ended, not too deep into the forest that faces the river.
Finally, you think, as you savor the peace, even though momentary. You’re glad to be away from the commotion and it makes you realize once more why you choose to be cooped up in an office. It’s because you really can’t handle this many people and it physically and emotionally drains you that you can’t think.
You pause when you reach into your pockets, the gritty warning from Hana and Jimin an alarm ricocheting in your mind how it’s an unhealthy habit and it’s going to fucking ruin you someday. But the short-lived guilt is replaced by justifications of how it’ll be a free-pass and your siblings can fuck off because they’re the reason you’re here in the first place.
Besides, burning through one stick won’t hurt them if they don't know.
So you let your fingers feel for the familiar leather case, pull the only stick inside and you’re so, so close to reaching your sweet release from this damned mental pressure when you realize you left your lighter at home. Letting out a curse, you clamp your mouth around the unlit cigarette, letting it hang and opting to indulge in its semi-sweet smell that goes so well with the rain.
“Want a light?”
You still, the cigarette falling from your lips at the sudden fright. Down, down, and down until it’s washed away by the rain. What a waste, you lament. Sighing, you turn and see Taehyung who’s sporting a sheepish smile, the same familiar white in between his own mouth, lit unlike yours, “I’d accept, but there’s really nothing that needs lighting anymore.”
He has a shirt on now, you notice, flimsy and buttoned up halfway. His hair is tousled messily, now free from the rigid form it previously had, and you give him your back when you feel the urge to fix the fraction of hair that has fallen forward. You hear him take a drag and you smell before you see the tendrils of gray smoke when he releases and god, the small whiff, even in the tiniest fume, has your shoulder relaxing.
“I’d offer one but I don’t have any spare with me,” you hear him say before you feel him move, “I’ll get the fallen one for you, if you want.”
You roll your eyes and wave him off before you see him lean against the other column, the change in position means that he’s now closer, closer than he’s ever been since the day you last saw him, years ago. And he’s close enough that the thin material of his shirt brushes against your hoodie when the wind moves. And you want to move too, only if it isn’t for the fact that one move and you’ll either fall into the river or be skewered by the worn down wood and you don’t really feel like dying today.
Ironic, how you went for a smoke break to relieve the stress of the day, only to have it doubled.
Now, this is where you make the second mistake.
Because you really don’t mean to stare at Taehyung. You don’t mean to let your stare at his mouth linger a second too long that he sees. It’s just unfortunate that the cigarette is in his mouth, and you stay fixated on the damn cigarette that you fail to see him catch your gaze and hold it.
It’s unfortunate that you don’t take a step back when he takes one step forward.
It’s unfortunate that you become pliant when his cold fingers softly grip your chin, coaxing your mouth to open and welcome the smoke that he blows from his own mouth, hot and intoxicating and tinged with the memories of all the nights past that he’s done this.
It’s unfortunate that you take a long drag when he places the soft end of the cigarette from his mouth to yours, unhesitating and eager.
“Feeling better?” He asks, gentle as he pulls the stick, planting it back to the hold of his mouth. You see a slight upward curve at the corners of it.
This is bad. Wrong and unacceptable and absolutely inappropriate, you know. But you can’t help but accept when he offers one more drag, an offer of release. This time you pluck it out from his fingers, feel the warmth of him around the smoke, and inhale.
It’s only when the embers die out that you feel it, the heavy feeling coming back tenfold as you realize the gravity of what you just did. Not for anyone else, but for you. The toll this will have on you when you go home and have all the time in the world to think about your stupidity. So before you get sucked into the void of self-destruction, you excuse yourself, not caring about the delicate drops of rain that fall but not before you turn back and shout your thanks.
“Okay, you shared a smoke, so what,” you mutter to yourself as you dry yourself off. You’re two people who share a history, a history that’s now dead and gone. A flame that was once bright but has now burned out, never to be rekindled again.
You enter the building with thoughts of rationalization that tries to justify what you’ve done as something harmless, clouding your mind enough that you don’t see Jimin barrel towards you with a smile on his face, only to be replaced with disgust when he breathes and chokes at the ghost of smoke that clings to your clothes.
He rummages through a nearby luggage and returns with a bottle of perfume, “If you want your head still attached to your shoulders by tonight, you’d know better and douse yourself in that shit because Hana’s here to take over and you only have two minutes to shove Listerine down your throat before she finds you.”
In the haste of trying to avert your sister’s wrath, you damn near shower the entire contents of the bottle, only to realize that night when you come home that despite the endless showers you take, you still smell like him. Because of all people, Jimin just had to take from Taehyung’s things and now you’re doused with him all over again.
It’s later that night that you’ll fall asleep to the smell of jasmine and vanilla despite years of trying so hard to rid your apartment of any scents.
Of any trace of Kim Taehyung.
The third and fourth mistake, you make five days later. A Friday that you’re miraculously off work early. Well, technically, you can get off whenever you want but as the faithful, loving, and overworking youngest child that you are, you’ve assimilated longer hours at your father’s company to productivity and so you’ve never really found reason to clock off early when you can do so much more if you stay a bit later than most.
Besides, the company won’t run by itself, so there’s that.
Now, though, you wonder why you thought like that because as you walk down the street, everything looks divine. The setting sun settles on the horizon, sandwiched between two skyscrapers, bleeding purple and orange and pink and it’s breathtaking. Painfully so. For the first time, you indulge yourself in the sounds of the busy city and for a change, it’s peaceful despite the loudness. You can’t remember the last time you took a stroll like this, having been so immersed in work. The last time you walked down the street the like had been years ago, with—
The breath you take is sharp and sudden that it has you bent over on the sidewalk, coughing and wheezing your lungs out that people start to look. You flash a smile, sending a quick thanks to your sister’s ex-lover for choosing to establish the studio within a five-minute walk from the company building, and nearly combusting on the spot when you pull their glass door that clearly says push right after you nearly heave your lungs out from climbing 10 sets of stairs because the elevator isn’t working, coincidentally.
“Hey,” you greet the people on the lounge before specifically turning to Younha — the one who had walked you through everything on the previous shoot, “Is Hana here? I have the initial photos ready if she wants to see. Played around and edited most of them.”
Younha looks sheepish as she raises her hand to her nape where she nervously scratches, “About that,” she grimaces, “Hana phoned earlier that she’s running a bit late tonight so she told me to look over the photos and pick the final ones with the client, but I don’t trust myself enough to do that just yet, so would it be okay if we go through it together?”
You assure her it’s okay. And really, it is, because you’ve finished work anyway and it’s a Saturday tomorrow. You can afford to be late an hour or so. You watch her plug the USB on one of the computers lined up against the wall, see her gasp when she pulls up the photos.
“Oh my god, these are beautiful. You’re telling me you shot each of these by yourself, edited them all on your own, all in less than a week,” Younha turns to you, eyes wide, “Can’t you come and work with us?”
You laugh, genuine and loud, “The raw files were already beautiful untouched. Just touched up some lighting here and there.”
“Yeah, and who took those raw shots, hm? Who coordinated every single thing that resulted in those shots looking like that? You, that’s who,” Younha seems to realize who she’s talking to and she blushes before muttering something else you can’t hear, “Also, about Hana—”
Uh-oh. This can’t be good.
“—so she told me earlier if I can pick out the final photos with the client, right? And since you’re here,” Younha trails off and you still there is no way, no way that you’re going to sit hours dissecting each photo with Soyeon, worse if it’s Taehyung. You have your pride and you’ll cling to that even if it’s the last thing you do in this world.
No way in hell. “Hana’s on her way here, right? I think she can make it.”
Younha nods, a low hum before she answers, “She can. In two hours. Maybe. Not sure. Our client, however—” She tilts her head to the right. Towards the direction of Hana’s office. “—is here.”
It’s a sigh of defeat you let out. Walking away from here means you admit you’re a coward, walking in Hana’s office will mean you’re weak. See, it’s always a lose-lose thing for you everytime a certain Kim is involved. The very, and only, Kim who seems to be haunting every part of your daily life the past five days. Or in this current case, a future Kim but a Kim nonetheless.
Younha smiles, the sly fox, when you place your bag back down on the table, “If I’m going to stay here for the night, might as well ask for coffee. Lots and lots of it.”
You only barely get the full sentence out but Younha is already on her heels with a mock salute.
You push the door to Hana’s office, making sure (twice) not to pull this time, and your eyes land on Kim Taehyung whose eyebrows rise in surprise upon seeing you. If he thinks you’re meaning to keep on meeting him like this, well, he’s wrong. The universe likes to spring surprises down your path of life and it just so happens that for now, Kim Taehyung might be its play thing — to torment you with, most probably.
He sits on the couch that rests against the white wall, beside the windows that occupy the whole one side of the room that overlooks the city. Hana’s office is more like her office and a miniature studio, exclusive for her and whoever she decides to let in here, separate from the lounge and the main studio. It’s an industrial loft, made modern and more suited to her taste and it’s just so goddamn bright in here, you realize.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” you mutter as the door clicks shut behind you.
You head straight to Hana’s computer, turning it on and plugging the USB before you plop down on the office chair. “I had the photos with me and I dropped by to leave it for Hana but she apparently has things to attend to for the next two hours and you’re here already so, yeah.”
Taehyung only nods, silent and awkward when he stands.
You sigh, “Grab a chair and come here, I guess. We have, like, a thousand photos to sift through. See if you’d like any changes done to them. The earlier we finish, the better.”
Three hours pass after that and you’re left with no Hana in sight, 325 file numbers listed down, a faint headache and tired eyes, a hungry stomach, and three accidental brushes of Taehyung’s hair on your cheek because what before is a ruler-long distance between the two of you has been reduced to mere centimeters, and Jesus Christ, you don’t know who moved between the two of you that it has come to such. You’re firm to say it isn’t you because your ass remains frozen, stiff as a board everytime Taehyung does so much as inhale.
“Can you—” Taehyung clears his throat, pointing to the keyboard, “—move to the next one, please.”
You mutter an apology, pressing the right arrow and you see the photo move. Frankly, you aren’t paying attention. Not to anything, least of all the photos. It’ll be like knocking consciously on Hell’s door if you do pay attention.
Because you can take being around Taehyung, you can easily detach yourself from reality when you are — and not feel anything, to look at him alone and think of him as an ex-friend, an ex-lover without the rest of the titles attached. But to look at the photos, the pictures you took, there’s no detaching from that reality. The reality that the man you had feelings for — might still have feelings for, but you push that thought back — is getting married, of all things.
And you list this off as feeling weird, an ex marrying a cousin. You aren’t jealous, god, no. It’s just that — weird. Well, you think.
“Okay, I can’t take this anymore,” Taehyung breathes and you still, unmoving as the statue on the corner of the room, “I’m going to order Chinese. I’m not going to last the rest of these photos if I don’t eat. Anything you want?”
He might as well have slammed the mouse he’s holding with the way he casually lets it fall off from his hand to the table, leaning back on his chair and oh god, his head is leaning on the back of your chair. One move of your shoulder and the back of it will touch the side of his head. He has his phone over his head, elbows hanging in the air as he opens his phone with a click. He hums as he scrolls and this is so, so painfully domestic that you struggle to breathe.
It’s been push and pull the whole night. He asks, you answer, and never the other way.
Fifteen minutes that you’re plunged in deafening silence and you punch the air in your mind when Younha knocks, take-away bags at hand and a smile on her face.
Taehyung hands you your food, places the utensils in neat order, pokes the straw through your bubble tea and gently places it in front of you and you stare. You stare because never in your life did you ever think you and Taehyung would ever be in this situation. Toeing around each other, walking on eggshells.
There had been a time that silence wasn’t an option — it’s either you filled the quiet or he did; mouths off about Pokemon and stickers and dogs he met on a certain day, or silence filled with wordless communication through flesh and skin and heavy breaths.
Never this — a fragile silence that no words could ever fill. But of course, Taehyung knows how to break that. Break you when he speaks, “I think we’ll have this one framed for the reception.”
You blink at the photo on the monitor, big and taunting. In it, Taehyung smiles, a wide rectangle stretch of his mouth as his chin rests on top of Soyeon’s head, the latter leaning her weight on Taehyung. It’s evident, palpable even, the happiness that’s shared between them. A running joke between the two of them captured on a permanent photograph only they can understand.
“Yeah,” you nod, a smile, or an attempt at it, stretching your lips, “it’s beautiful. Definitely worthy for the reception. You can hang it in your home after.”
It’s an instinct – you’d like to believe so – when you feel Taehyung move beside you and you mindlessly mirror him, freezing the moment you take in the miniscule space that’s left as you both huddle to look at the monitor. A good couple inches you can count on one hand. And you refuse to move away because no, this is not at all affecting you. And it’s Taehyung, you justify, who’s currently invading your space.
The third mistake is when you try to steal a glance at the corner of your eye because you think he’s engrossed with the picture.
But then you see that he isn’t. Not when his stare locks with yours the moment your eyes move. Had been on you all this time.
The fourth is when he moves and you don’t.
Not when his thumb brushes the corner of your mouth to wipe whatever it is he sees there.
Not when he flashes you a smile – something so fond and warm and tender that renders you mute.
Not when he succumbs to sleep an hour later, head lolling on your shoulder.
But the entire world moves when he stirs and the overhead lights hit something golden. It crumbles and caves beneath your feet when a locket falls out of the top of his loosely buttoned shirt. An identical locket to the one that now sits heavy on your chest – once heavy with the broken promises, but now empty of the love that first came with it.
You see his forehead wrinkle as he slowly wakes and you feel the start of the burn that first settles on your chest before it moves and starts from the corners of your eyes. You train your eyes on the monitor, fingers clicking away on the mouse and the keyboard faster than ever.
“I’m sorry,” you hear him say. His head stays on your shoulder as he speaks. “What time is it?”
“Quarter before ten—”
“I missed you,” he breathes and you hear him let out a soft laugh before he whispers, “I always miss you.”
It feels as if all the air in your lungs has been knocked out and you turn to speak when you see that he’s fallen back asleep. And god, you wanted to shout at him, let out the years of pent up frustration and grudge you’ve had all these past years and ask all the unanswered whys and hows. But looking at him now, after so, so long, you realize you do too.
A tear drops and a multitude of realizations follow.
You missed him. You missed him. You miss him.
And fuck, you’re still in love with him, you realize. So much and enough to make you not think of the consequences of the realization that you do.
Not when his fiancée finally comes and places a chaste kiss on his lips.
Not when a wedding invitation lands itself on the desk towards you.
And especially not when the ghost of him lingers when they’re gone and you find yourself praying for it to stay just a little bit longer.
You did not plan for your Friday night to be like this at all.
The initial – and final – plan was this: show up to the club your sister wanted you to show up to, make it look like you’re genuinely happy to be there, flee the moment midnight hits when your sister and her friends are too drunk to realize you aren’t there anymore, and sleep away in the solace your tranquil and quiet apartment offers.
The night and plan had been going well, much to your delight.
Just until the fleeing part, that is. Because the moment you press the unlock button to your car half past one in the morning, you see a very drunk Kim Taehyung eagle spread on the hood of your car, with only a rumpled halfway-buttoned shirt that’s tucked into his pants, one of his shoes already on the roof of the Mercedes.
And so instead of proceeding to the sleeping part of your plan, here you are now, struggling under the weight of Taehyung as you try to push in all his limbs in the passenger seat because he refuses to go away. Why, of all people, must you be the one to find him like this? Other people would’ve paid no mind leaving him on the pavement but of course, the universe had to make sure it just had to be you because old, cruel fate had it out for you and your demise.
Two weeks spent in isolation from the rest of the world in an attempt to justify and get over the realization you had of still being in love with an ex and the world just dumps him in the hood of your car of all cars.
“Kim Taehyung, I am not above violence, I will fucking knock you out if I have to if you step your foot out and kick me once more, for the love of god,” you heave, “Are you with Jimin?”
At this, he grins and nods, eyes half-closed, “Jimin went home. I think. Or wait, maybe he’s passed out in Yoongi’s tub. I think. I don’t know, do you think he’s still here? Wait, do you know Jimin? How do you know Jimin?”
You sigh, “Give me your phone. I’ll get Soyeon to pick your ass up.”
Taehyung lets out a loud gasp, proceeds to choke on air before he looks up at you, “How do you know my girlfriend?”
You pause for a second before rolling your eyes, “Phone.”
“It’s in my left pocket, can you get it for me? I’m so tired,” he whines, wincing as his head lands on the head rest. You reach over to pull his phone out, only to retrieve a pack of cigarettes but no phone. You freeze when his hand grips your wrist that’s still in his pocket, feeling your heartbeat in your ears when he leans forward, so close that you feel his breath on your cheek, “Butt pocket, sorry.”
You take a deep breath as he continues to look at you with a grin. You move closer, angling your head away because you would be fucking cheek-to-cheek if you don’t and you pause just before you touch his back pocket, “No, you know what, you can get it yourself. Either that or I leave you out here on the streets.”
Taehyung pouts but he moves his arm behind him nonetheless, proceeds to feel his other pocket when he finds the first one empty.
“My phone’s gone,” he huffs, “Oh! It’s in Minnie’s car!”
You let out a loud groan, rounding the car to open the driver’s side to look for your bag so you could use your phone and you let out another sound of frustration, louder this time, when you remember the picture of a beige bag being left underneath your couch’s pillow. You look over at Taehyung, a war in your head as to what to do with him, before you finally settle on the choice that you never, ever think you would’ve made.
“Fine,” you grit as you turn the engine on, “I’m going to drop you off your house but I’m not gonna be held accountable for the reasons you’re going to have to explain to your girlfriend if she greets your drunk ass as to why the fuck her cousin’s dropping her fiance off, alright? Now, are you still staying in the same apartment ‘cause I’m going to drop you–”
Taehyung snores, body folding in on himself as he slightly shivers. You sigh, dropping your forehead on the steering wheel, enough to hurt and make the horn whine, “This is fucking unbelievable. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Hey, Taehyung,” you shake him, poking his shoulders the way you know he hates, “Wake up and tell me your address, asshole. I’m not driving to the other side of the city only to find out you changed address. Hey.”
He makes the tiniest wave of his arm before he goes back to sleep.
You glance at the clock that says it’s now nearing three in the morning and you run your hands over your face because fuck this.
Now, you head to your apartment with the plan of just dumping Taehyung in the foyer and letting him sleep there until he has his mind back in the morning – you figure he’d probably run off the minute he wakes up.
“Hey, wake up.” You nudge him when you arrive and you sigh once more as he merely stirs, opening his side of the door before attempting to move out of the car only to heave when the seatbelt he still has on pulls him back.
With a grimace, you round to his side and lug one of his arms around your shoulders and basically carry all of his weight towards the elevator. You give a tight smile to the staff at the reception as you pass by, dismissing the offer of help. You nearly drop to your knees as soon as the elevator doors close, exhaustion flooding you all of a sudden.
As soon as the door opens to the penthouse, you remove your hold on Taehyung and he slumps against the wall. You let out a breath before pushing him to one of the guest rooms where he immediately plops down on the bed after knocking his shoes off. A small smile plants itself on your face and you reach over to pull the covers over him.
Kneeling down on the floor beside the bed, you brush off the loose hairs that cover his face and you whisper, “You’re making it so hard for me.”
Deciding that you’ve helped him enough, you head to your room to change and shower – a long bout of internal battle against yourself as you try to wash off all that happened.
It is an hour later when you’re already in your bed, tossing and turning that you find yourself a long way from sleep, and so you push the covers off of you to head towards the kitchen to find something to drink. The sun is starting to rise, you see, as you stare at the large windows, uneasy at the thought that Taehyung is there. Here.
And you know you shouldn’t care anymore. You’ve done enough and beyond to help him, you remind yourself. But that doesn’t matter, really, because here you are, pushing the guest room open to check on him, a bottle of water in hand. He remains as he was the second he got here and you sigh as you pull one of Jungkook’s shirt and sweatpants from the cabinet, a spare he leaves in the case he unintentionally sleeps over, and you walk towards Taehyung before slowly shaking him awake.
“Hey,” you speak softly as his eyes crack open, mind still swimming in alcohol, “you should change into this. Your clothes must be uncomfortable to sleep in. Here’s some water too.”
His eyes open a little bit wider, voice hoarse when he speaks, “(Y/N)?”
You swallow, “Yeah, it’s me.”
“I can’t remember most of tonight, how did I—”
You smile, “And you probably won’t remember all of this when you sleep once more. Just change and drink this, Taehyung.”
A part of why you’re doing all the things you’re doing is the fact that you know he will forget this.
He sits up, swaying as he does so, twisting the water open. You greet him good night, and just as you turn to head back to sleep, his hand dart out to grip your wrist – as tight as the grip that has your heart beating so loud in your chest as he does, “I’m sorry.”
Without turning around, you answer, “You don’t have to be. I would’ve done the same for anyone else.”
“No, you wouldn’t have.”
Pressing your tongue against your cheek, you rip your arm away from his hold, now turning around to face him. He slowly stands, eyes trained on you. You open your mouth to speak but he beats you to it, “I’m not saying sorry just because of tonight,” he speaks quietly, “This is an apology that’s long overdue. An apology I never had the courage to give you. An apology that I owe you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being the coward that walked away without an explanation. For not being the person I promised you I would be.”
“I told you,” you say through gritted teeth, “You don’t owe me an apology, Taehyung. It’s over and done with. Apologizing to me would mean that there’s still loose ends between us, and I’m telling you that there’s none. You may have burnt those ends the moment you walked away and I have burned mine in the years that followed. You don’t owe me anything.”
He’s closer now, so close that you feel yourself getting overwhelmed by the smell of alcohol and his perfume. “Then why are you still wearing this?”
You feel all the walls come down, then, when his fingers trace the golden chain of the locket. The once emblem of young and promised love, of an oath, of Kim Taehyung. The necklace that never was once removed from you since then.
You chuckle, bitter and harsh, “You’re still wearing it too, Kim.”
You flinch as you feel the pad of his thumb wipe away at the trail of tears that has somehow escaped, “Leaving you was the only choice I had then. It killed me to walk right out of that fucking door but it was the only choice. For you, for me, for us. Even if it meant me becoming the asshole, it was the only choice.”
“Don’t feed me that bullshit, you left me. And in my vocabulary and everyone else’s, leaving the person you claim to love without a single explanation is a shit move,” you nearly damn snarled, “I could’ve accepted you telling me you didn’t love me anymore but you fucking walked out without a single word. Well, I guess it worked out great for you, huh? You’re getting married now.”
“I did l—”
“Don’t fucking dare say it,” you sob, feeling all the energy draining out of you in a second, “You’re four years too late, Taehyung.”
The chains that hold all the hurt and grievance of the past four years had been unlocked and with the thought of Taehyung not being able to remember this tomorrow, you let it all out.
“I lied,” you whisper, lips and chest shaking as you breathe, “It hurts me seeing you now. So fucking much. Because you never wanted to get married. I remember when we were together you said that we could live without the titles, the labels, and the technicalities of it all, because you’d love me the same. So yes, it hurts. I can’t deny that it does when the things you didn’t want with me, things I wanted to have with you, you learned to want with someone else. Shit like this hurts because even if I was okay without all the titles, I thought then that spending a lifetime with you wouldn’t be so bad. But you made it seem like you never wanted marriage, not with anyone ever and so I accepted it, content even with just being with you.”
“But then you show up like this,” you say so quietly you don’t know if he can hear it, “You can’t expect it not to hurt, Tae, because it does. So, so much.”
“I’m sorry,” Taehyung lightly rests his forehead on yours, “I’m so sorry.”
“Answer me this one question,” you look up at him, “Please.”
You feel him nod, “Anything.”
You feel it again, the suffocating claws that grips around your chest, the pain of unanswered questions and doubts, “Was my love not enough for you?”
You feel it before you hear it, when he nods against your head, hands coming up to hold your cheeks, “No, no, god, no. It was more than enough. It was so much more than enough that you became someone who didn’t deserve someone who couldn’t reciprocate the amount of love you were giving me. I’m sorry.”
“I miss you, Tae.” You whisper, and you can barely see him through the tears, “And it’s so, so wrong and I shouldn’t be doing this but fuck, I do. Four years and I still miss you and now you’re here, back in my life, and yet you’re still the farthest you’ve ever been from me.”
Maybe it’s the realization that he is – so far away from you and will never be close enough anymore – that you think maybe this is the long-awaited end. The closure you’ve once longed for but never had. Maybe there really was no reason for him leaving you beyond the fact that he didn’t love you anymore – and maybe that was enough reason. You just didn’t want to accept that fact. Maybe it’s time that you do.
After Taehyung, you’ve become someone who believed that love is something that’s easy to let go, when in fact, all this time, it is the love you had for Taehyung you’ve never let go of. And maybe, it was never love for the people that came after him and so it became easy for you once it’s over, once it ended. Because what has started that really counted has never reached its end, for you anyway. Because it will never be the same.
Because they weren’t Kim Taehyung.
“Don’t cry for me. I don’t deserve it,” he smiles a small smile as he wipes a tear away.
“Then stop making me cry, asshole,” you softly retort, hands coming up to wrap around his own to pull them away from your face. You can’t think straight when he has his hands on you, “I’m not asking for you to love me again, not anymore. Maybe we could be friends?”
It’s a weak attempt at humor, you know. And you really don’t think you can be just friends with Taehyung. But you’re weak for Kim Taehyung and you’re still so fucking in love him that you’d settle for whatever there can be between the two of you. He doesn’t need to know the specifics.
“Can we, really?” He laughs softly, a sad smile appearing, “I’m about to do something very stupid, for the very last time, so please, stop me if you don’t want to because I don’t think I can stop myself.”
He leans forward as the inches between you decrease down to a zero, his lips pressing against your cheek, your forehead, your eyelid, and to the corner of your mouth before he pulls away. “No, you had something to drink too, I’m drunk, you’re drunk. I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, ” Taehyung breathes against your cheek, eyes shut tight.
“I’m not.”
Whether that’s an answer that refutes your state of intoxication or a statement that debunks Taehyung’s apology, you don’t know. Because the next moment finds you pulling him forward, arms snaking around his shoulders as you kiss him. Soft and unhurried and sad – a declaration of what had remained unsaid for the past years.
The last time, you swear, and from tomorrow then on, you’re going to be friends. This night will be void – forgotten and discarded. Taehyung is going to continue with his life and you with yours.
It’s so easy to become so lost in Taehyung that you forget the rest of the world.
That you don’t hear the sound of the door opening.
Or the second set of drunk footsteps that follows the first one.
“What in the fuck is going on here?”
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Mafia! BTS - You’re Insecure about Your Weight
Warnings: trigger warning for ED!!, smut, a bit of NSFW, profanity
A/N: This request was submitted a while ago in response to Stray Kids! Mafia - They Want You to Sit on Their Lap but You’re Insecure about Your Weight so I hope you like this fic! I'm sorry it took me so long <3
P.S. I didn't proofread so I'm sorry if there are any typos.
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Jin
You were getting ready in the bathroom; it was work day so both you and Jin were awake early in the morning. You hurried into the kitchen where Jin was sitting at the table, reading the news on his laptop with a cup of coffee.
"Any more coffee left, Jin?" you asked absent-mindedly as you reached for the pot.
"Of course, love," said Jin equally distracted, however, he was not distracted by the news or because it was so early you both just wanted to roll back into bed. Jin's eyes glazed across your body; your bare feet and pyjama shorts and a shirt you had claimed from your boyfriend months ago that seemed to perpetually smell like him no matter how many times you had washed it.
When you turned around with a cup of hot coffee in your hands, ready to nearly jog back to the bathroom to finish your make up, Jin took the cup carefully from your hands and set in on the table.
"Jin, what are you doing?" you asked slowly.
"Admiring," he spoke with a voice so deep and husky it made goosebumps rise on your arms and legs.
Jin moved his arm around your waist and pushed his chair back so that you could sit on his lap.
"Jin..." you protested, "I'm going to be late." It was only half a lie. In truth, you were insecure about your weight. You could always feel the stares on your body when you appeared with Jin in public; comparing you to him.
Jin didn't say anything but pulled you on his lap. You closed your eyes as he kissed your lips, your hand caressing his freshly shaven cheek.
"Jin..." you protested again when he moved from your lips to your jaw and your neck, leaving soft kisses on his way. "Jin... Aren't I too heavy?" you mumbled, finding yourself hoovering above his lap. Jin let out a breath of laughter and continued kissing your neck, his arms only tightening around your waist.
"Jin," you begged once again and this time the tone of your voice stroke a chord with Jin.
"You can't be serious, princess?" asked Jin, finally lifting his head to look you in the eye. You couldn't say anything.
"Sit down, princess," said Jin when he realized you have been hoovering over his lap. The look in his eyes was nothing short of demand and you could not help but do exactly as he asked.
"Where is this coming from, Y/N?" questioned Jin as you avoided his gaze. "Y/N?"
"I just... I see the way people look at us when we're together, Jin," you began. "I'm not good enough for y-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence, Y/N," warned Jin. His grip on your waist tightened as he stood up and sat you on top of the table, him standing between your legs, your foreheads nearly touching.
"The only thing they are thinking, princess, is that you could do better than a gangster," said Jin lowly, his hands sliding up your bare thighs. "That they wish they had you instead," continued Jin and took your hips, pulling them closer to him as his lips found yours.
"You will be late today, after all, princess."
Namjoon
You woke up to a cold spring morning but it was the weekend, thankfully, so you could sleep in. You curled up in your comforter but it did nothing to warm you. Instead, you scooted closer to your boyfriend who was or at least seemed sound asleep. You wrapped your hands around his arm and snuggled closer.
"What is it, baby?" whispered Namjoon in his sleep.
"I'm cold," you mumbled against his arm.
"Come 'ere, baby," whispered Namjoon, his entire chest vibrating with his rough morning voice. He lifted his arm to let you in, his body absolutely radiating heat. You could not help but moan when Namjoon wrapped his arms around you and warmth engulfed your body. He had yet a better idea, however, and pulled you on top of his body so that his chest was your pillow.
"Wait... Joon," you mumbled. "I'm going to crush you."
Namjoon smiled to himself and tangled his fingers in your soft hair. But as you began shifting to get off him, Namjoon's eyes fluttered open.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked with a voice much more awake.
"Who is going to keep me warm tomorrow if I smother you with my weight today?" you said, neither entirely serious but not joking either. You have been feeling insecure about your weight for a while now, especially when you compared yourself to Namjoon who was a living demi-god.
"What are you talking about, Y/N?" asked Namjoon when you managed to slip from his chest and back onto his side. You were going to get up and avoid confessing your insecurities to him, but Namjoon's arm wrapped tightly around your waist.
"You're not going anywhere, Y/N, until you talk to me," demanded Namjoon, his eyebrows furrowing together.
"It's nothing, Joon, I was just joking," you tried to brush it off but he wasn't buying it. His grip on your waist only toughened. You leaned back in your pillow, defeated by the stubbornness in your boyfriend's eyes. Namjoon leaned against his elbow as he studied your expression.
"Come on, talk to me, baby," he spoke softly this time and tucked a thin strand of your hair behind your ear. The gentle tone of his voice only made you feel worse. Tears prickled in your eyes despite your best efforts; suddenly you felt weak and whiny although your insecurities had been weighing down on you for weeks.
A tear slipped from each of your eyes. "I'm sorry," you whispered and covered your face with your hand.
"Y/N..." said Namjoon in a tone so quiet and gentle you thought your heart was going to break. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," you whispered although more tears welled up in your eyes, "I'm just being stupid. I'm sorry..." Your chin quivered before you turned around and buried your face in your pillow.
"Y/N," said Namjoon as he kissed your neck lovingly, "Don't talk about yourself that way," his voice firmed. "Don't you dare put yourself down, do you understand?" Namjoon drew circles with his thumb against your abdomen, pressing more loving kisses on your arm and neck.
"Look at me, Y/N," he insisted. It took all you had in you to face him. Namjoon brushed away some of your tears and kissed your lips. "You're perfect," he assured before kissing you deeply. "If you say something like this again, we're going to have a problem."
You couldn't help but laugh through your tears as you nodded, brushing away your tears.
"Okay?" said Namjoon, a smile spreading across his lips. "That's my girl," he whispered against your lips before deepening the kiss.
Yoongi
"You shouldn't work that hard," you said to your boyfriend when you brought him a cup of extra-espresso-shot iced americano. You went to your usual weekly grocery shopping trip, this time without Yoongi because he was buried in work, and stopped by a coffee shop on the way back.
"Oh, you're an angel, baby," sighed Yoongi and gratefully took the iced americano from your hands. He took a sip immediately, leaning back in his office chair. His pitch black eyes lingered on you, wishing he could take a nap with you instead of dealing with countless companies' bureaucracy.
"Come here, baby," said Yoongi instead as he put away his coffee and opened his arms for you.
"Are you sure?" you licked your lips nervously. Yoongi frowned.
"What are you talking about?" asked Yoongi.
"No, n-nothing," you shrugged it off even though you had spent the better part of grocery shopping reading calorie labels on the back of the packagins. You have been feeling the pressure of losing weight for a couple of months now although you always struggled with body image when it came to your weight. The pressure, however, was not generated by Yoongi in any way; perhaps on a subconscious level where you considered how you look like in comparison to him; how people looked at you together...
You sat on Yoongi's lap gently, careful not to apply too much weight on him. You leaned in to kiss him but Yoongi pulled away, an icy cold stare in his dark eyes.
"What are you doing, Y/N?" he spoke slowly.
"What?" you asked innocently although you knew that he knew what you were doing.
"Sit down," ordered Yoongi.
"I am," you lied as you licked your lips. Yoongi tilted his head, a look so determined in his eyes he did not even blink.
"Sit down," repeated Yoongi so sternly that for a moment you were actually scared.
You slowly eased your weight and sat down properly but your eyes watered at the same time. You tried to look away but it was too late. Yoongi took your cheek and made you look at him. His lips parted when he saw how much this really affected you. His thumb caressed away a single tear that escaped your eyes.
"Tell me what's going on, kitten," asked Yoongi gently, his voice nearly a whisper. You stared at him, your gaze flickering between his eyes. You bit your lip to keep more tears from falling but it did not help. Yoongi pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around you as you buried your face in his neck, suddenly crying your heart out. You told Yoongi about how you have been struggling lately; how you have always been struggling with your self-image really. He listened patiently although he could not believe you would think of yourself as anything less than perfect in every way. To him you were the most beautiful woman in the world; smart, gentle and kind.
"Why didn't you tell me before, kitten?" asked Yoongi after you had calmed down a bit.
"I just... I didn't want to upset you, Yoongi," you shook your head and brushed away the tear stains from your cheeks.
"I am upset," confirmed Yoongi, his hold around your waist tightening slightly as you looked up into his eyes. "I'm upset that you didn't trust me enough to tell me sooner-"
"Yoongi, no! It's not that I don't trust you! I trust you with my life!" you cried. "It's just... This is such a stupid problem, it does not even matter-"
"Of course it matters!" said Yoongi angrily. "The fact that you feel anything less than perfect in any way is something I will never understand and the fact that I don't know how to make you see yourself the way I see you, is driving me insane." Suddenly you realized that Yoongi's anger was not at all targeted at you but at himself; how he wasn't able to make you feel good enough.
Yoongi stood up with you in his arms and sat you down on his desk. His forehead rested against yours, his hands propped against the desk on each side of your legs.
"Can't you see I would die for you, Y/N?"
Hoseok
"What if we just stay in tonight, Hobi?" you asked your boyfriend, leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom, in the midst of picking your outfit for the benefit tonight.
"Why? I thought you were looking forward to it," said Hoseok as he fixed his bowtie in front of the bathroom mirror. "Are you feeling alright, baby?" He came to you and cupped your cheeks, looking absolutely stunning in his tuxedo.
"I'm okay," you nodded, "I'm just not feeling like going out tonight..." You were not exactly lying, however the reason why you did not feel like going out was something you had been trying to hide from Hoseok for weeks now. You could notice perfectly well yourself that you had put on some weight without even weighing yourself. The clothes fit you tighter than usual which already made you more self-conscious.
Hoseok glanced at the bedroom behind you. The bed was littered with dresses and outfits you thought did not look good on you. The strange thing was that you always knew what to wear; fashion was something you actually really enjoyed and Hoseok knew this because he loved to take you shopping. Clothes and fashion was a passion you both shared.
"What's really going on, Y/N?" asked your boyfriend soberly.
"What do you mean?" you asked genuinely before glancing over your shoulder and realizing what a mess you've made.
"Since when do you not know what to wear?" asked Hoseok, moving past you into the bedroom to take a look at the display of dresses on the bed.
"I just... Wasn't feeling inspired tonight," you only half-lied. You knew what you wanted to wear but the dress you picked out in your head suddenly did not seem to look good on you anymore; at least from your point of view.
"Yeah, but why?" insisted Hoseok, returning his gaze to you. Your crossed your arms over your abdomen subconsciously, not even realizing what you did until you saw Hoseok's gaze follow your gesture.
"Y/N?" he asked one more time and came up to you.
"It's nothing," you spoke quietly. Hoseok narrowed his eyes at you.
"It's fine, really, Hoseok," you said more confidently, "It's just... I've gained a bit of weight lately... I'm sure you've noticed... and I just..." your voice trailed off. "But I'm going to be fine; I'll work out more, I'll watch my-"
"Y/N, stop it," demanded Hoseok as he cut you off and cupped your cheeks with his big, warm hands. "What are you even talking about? No, I haven't noticed you gaining weight," he frowned, "And you know why? Because it doesn't fucking matter, that's why. You're perfect to me any way you are, Y/N, do you understand me?"
You stared in Hoseok's brown eyes, wishing you were worthy of his love. Your eyes welled up with tears as you looked away, hundreds of reasons why you were not good enough for Hoseok replaying in your mind.
"Y/N," spoke Hoseok gently, "Are you crying?"
"I'm fine," you said quickly as you turned around and wiped away the tears.
"You're not fine, don't lie to me," said Hoseok and took your elbow as he caught you when you tried to leave. He wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you to his chest as he hugged you from behind, burying his nose in your neck.
"I'm begging you, Y/N," spoke Hoseok fervently, "Don't even try to lose any weight. You're perfect just the way you are... And I won't have you put yourself down like this, do you hear me?" he demanded. You were crying but his arms held you from falling apart.
"Do you understand me, Y/N?" spoke Hoseok more gently. You found yourself nodding as you sniffled. Hoseok turned you around and pulled you into his arms.
"That's right, that's a good girl," he whispered soothingly and kissed your hair.
Jimin
You were cleaning around the apartment one afternoon, singing along the music on the TV. You were deep in thought when suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You gasped, jumping around with your hand across your heart as you realized it was only Jimin.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, baby," he smiled guiltily, his hands resting on your hips.
"You're home already?" you blurted although it came out differently than you had intended.
"You're not happy to see me, kitten?" asked Jimin, half taken aback, half amused.
"N-No, of course I am," you spoke quickly, "I just, I wasn't expecting you till this evening, that's all." You slipped from Jimin's arms before he could kiss you and went to the bedroom to grab a hoodie. You wore nothing but a pair of sweatpants and a tanktop that fit you tightly; too tightly. You pulled on a baggy hoodie that swallowed your body and hid your curves.
When you turned around, Jimin was standing by the bedroom door, his eyebrows furrowed together.
"What are you doing?"
"Huh? Nothing," you said quickly. Jimin kept your gaze locked with his as he made his way over to you. He leaned in to kiss you which you gladly responded to, wrapping your hands around his neck. But when his arms reached for your hips once more, you pulled away. If Jimin had not yet noticed you had gained weight by looking at you, he would surely know it when he touched you.
"Why won't you let me touch you?" asked Jimin and frowned once again.
"Wh... What are you talking about? We just kissed," you smiled dismissively and went to fold some clothes although they were already folded quite neatly.
It happened so fast; like the blind of an eye. Jimin was right behind you and he put his arms around your waist so quickly, you only managed to turn around but not elude him. Breath caught in the back of your neck as you looked up at him. Jimin slid his hands beneath your hoodie and squeezed your hips.
"Jimin, come on," you whimpered and pulled down your hoodie, trying to get him to let go of you.
"See? What the hell is going on?" asked Jimin as you slipped him away once again.
"Nothing," you rose your voice in frustration but rather than with anger, your words were laced with sadness. Your eyes watered over and over again and you pushed back the tears every time.
"What did I do, Y/N? Just tell me, I'll fix it, baby, I promise," asked Jimin.
"You did nothing wrong, Jimin, it's not your fault," you said but this time you were unable to stop the tears from falling. Your chin quivered as you looked away and more tears stained your cheeks.
"Baby?" said Jimin softly. "What's happening? Are you alright?" He came to you but just as he was going to pull you into his arms, he stopped himself. Instead, his gaze went to your abdomen which you hid with your arms crossed over it subconsciously.
"Are you doing this because you've gained some weight?" asked Jimin. His words made your head spin around and your eyes widen.
"You knew?" you asked shocked. Jimin stared at you puzzled.
"Of course I know, baby. You're my girl... We live together," he said slowly.
"But... Why didn't you say something?" your voice cracked.
"Why would I say anything? You're perfect to me no matter how much you weigh, Y/N," said Jimin as he cupped your cheeks. His thumbs brushed the tears from your face.
"B-But I... I'm ugly," you cried, a heart-breaking sob escaping your lips.
"You're not ugly," warned Jimin and made you look at him. "You - are - not - ugly, Y/N," he repeated. "Don't you ever say that again. Ever. Or we're going to have a fucking problem."
"But..." you whimpered although you did not know what to say.
"But nothing, baby. You're perfect," he assured, his forehead leaned against yours as he leaned in and kissed you. "So fucking perfect," murmured Jimin against your lips before deepening the kiss.
Taehyung
Taehyung was sitting in his armchair, his laptop sat on top of his legs as he dealt with some work matter. You took advantage of this time to start a book that's been on your reading list since forever. But when Taehyung saw you bent over your bag, digging for the book in nothing but shorts and a top, his work quickly became his last priority.
He closed the laptop and put it away as he got up and made his way over to you. His arms wrapped around your waist, making you gasp in surprise, as he pulled you onto the sofa with him, sitting you in his lap. You caught yourself just in time before you could crush him with your weight.
"Tae, what are you doing?" you laughed. "I thought you had work to do," you teased him as you tried to get up, but Taehyung would not let you. His arms were like a chain around your waist, his big brown eyes gazing and shifting between your eyes and lips.
"Nah, when did I say that?" murmured Taehyung, his entire chest vibrating with his husky voice.
"Come on, Tae," you tried to get up again as you grew uncomfortable. You were not the slimmest, on the contrary, you were rather curvy and voluptuous, something which Taehyung never seemed to mind. You, on the other hand, were always self-conscious about your weight. Whenever Taehyung would have you sit on his lap, you found yourself hoovering. Not because you were uncomfortable being in his arms, but because you thought you would hurt him somehow.
"Are you hoovering?" asked Taehyung out of the sudden as if he were reading your thoughts.
"W-What?" you stuttered, taken aback. Taehyung was staring at you, his eyes studying yours without so much as blinking once.
"I said, are you hoovering?" spoke Taehyung more slowly, making goosebumps rise up and down your arms.
"I-I just... I don't want to make you uncomfortable, Tae," you confessed. "What... What if I hurt you?"
Taehyung laughed. You looked at him with hurtful eyes. That is when Taehyung realized you were being serious although to him, he had just heard the most ridiculous thing on earth.
"What are you talking about, princess?" said Taehyung seriously.
"I... I know I weigh more than a lot of other girls... and I see the way people look at us when we're together..." you spoke quietly as tears gathered in your eyes.
"Like what, princess?" asked Taehyung sternly. "Look at me," he demanded as he rose your chin with his hand.
"Like... Like I'm not good enough for you," you confessed, your chin quivering as tears escaped your eyes at last. You looked down and tried to keep yourself from crying but it wasn't as easy as that.
Taehyung was watching you but this time he did not make you look at him. His heart was breaking enough without seeing your big beautiful eyes red with tears.
"I'm the one who is not good enough for you," said Taehyung soberly, making your head snap up.
"W-What? N-No," you cried and reached your hand to his cheek. "P-Please don't say this," you begged.
"Than you must not say it either, princess," said Taehyung, leading your face to his. "We're perfect for each other. You're fucking perfect, do you understand me?" he growled under his breath, his forehead leaning against yours.
"Do you understand me, Y/N?" demanded Taehyung and you could not help but nod.
"Good," he spoke lowly. "Now, sit down, princess."
Jungkook
Jungkook was working in his office when you came by to meet him for lunch. It was a beautiful sunny day after a long time so you wore a short sundress to celebrate it. The sun felt divine against your bare legs before you entered the building and took the elevator up. Jungkook's secretary was more than familiar with you and buzzed you right in.
"He is expecting you, Ms Y/N," she greeted from behind her desk and let you right in. You thanked her before you knocked lightly on the office door before you came in. Jungkook was behind his massive writing desk, leaning back in his chair. A frown rested on his face before he rose his gaze and saw you in front of him. His frustration, his worries all disappeared when his eyes found yours.
"Hey, kitten," said Jungkook smoothly as he stood up and came over to greet you. You met him half way, his arms locking around your waist as he kissed you longingly. He leaned against his desk, you standing between his legs.
"I missed you so much, kitten," murmured Jungkook against your neck where he left a soft kiss as he took in your wonderful perfume. "Come," he asked and took your hand. He sat in his office chair and pulled you gently in his lap. You supressed a gasp, barely catching yourself from putting your entire weight on him.
"What are you doing?" asked Jungkook, clearly noticing you were not comfortable.
"Nothing, it's just... Aren't I a bit heavy?" you asked genuinely, your voice turning quiet. Jungkook stared at you motionlessly.
"You're not laughing, so I take it you're actually being serious, kitten?" asked Jungkook, his eyebrows once again furrowing into a frown. You did not get a chance to respond because Jungkook grasped your waist tightly and forced you to shift your entire weight onto his lap. Breath caught in the back of your throat as your foreheads nearly touched.
"No, you're not too heavy, kitten," said Jungkook under his breath, his chest vibrating beneath your hand. His mouth brushed against yours, his tongue gently parting your lips. One of Jungkook's hands moved down your hip to your thigh where it slid beneath the skirt of your dress. A small gasp escaped your lips.
"Let me show you how absolutely perfect you are, kitten," purred Jungkook against the soft skin of your neck.
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Prove It: Chapter 1 ~ Time to Go
Pairing: Jimin x reader (f)
Genre: Fluff, angst
Rating: T-SFW
Word Count: 2,864
Warnings: Bad breakup with a cheater, depression (difficulty eating, and negative self-talk) a little bit of cursing
Disclaimers: ©lilsunflower95 - As this is my original work, I do not allow reposts or translations of my work on any platforms, this includes YouTube, Tik Tok, Pinterest, or Wattpad.
Summary: It's been a week since you'd broken up with your boyfriend, but Jimin is determined to show you not all Libras are bad.
m.list (coming soon)
You walked through the shopping center glowering at the Valentine's Day sales that were being advertised in almost every store while teddy bears, roses, and diamonds seemed to mock you.
“Stop being so grumpy.” Your best friend, Meiko, hooked her arm around yours and pulled you in close to her with a smile. “It’s been a week now. You’re too young and life is too short to be hung up on a guy who did you so wrong.”
“I know that.” You heaved a sigh and pulled your focus back to the group of friends you were out with. You shifted the bag on your other arm and let your head lul towards her as the scent of freshly baked cinnamon rolls mingled with the scent of musky perfume. “I just… really thought he was the one.”
“Hey, we’re gonna get food.” Namjoon looked over his shoulder at the two of you. “You two hungry?”
“No.”
“Yes. We are.” Meiko spoke over you, making you shake from side to side as if she could rid your mood with the motion. “You need to eat. Not eating is a form of self-harm and as your best friend, I can’t let that happen. We’ll go get something nice and yummy and healthy and it’ll help you feel better. It doesn’t have to be a lot, but it has to be something.”
You sighed, letting your shoulders relax as you nodded, knowing she was right and wanting to help. You knew you were lucky to have people in your life who cared about your well-being, but if you were being completely honest, all you wanted to do was be at home, curled up under your heavy blankets.
“You guys want sushi?” Namjoon looked back over at the two of you and pointed to a restaurant coming up. Meiko's eyes grew wide as she hurried you to catch up with the others.
“Ooh! Yes! That sounds delicious!”
It sounded terrible, but you didn't want to be more of a downer. You let her drag you to a long wooden table in the corner. Small black plates with neatly arranged napkins were sat at each place while white orchids made up the centerpiece.
The hostess waited patiently with a polite smile while the group sat, even when Namjoon and Jin swapped places so Namjoon could be next to Meiko, then laid a laminated menu in front of everyone. You watched her scurry back to her stand before staring blankly at your menu.
There were items that would have enticed you on any other day, but as your eyes drifted over the descriptions, nothing stuck out. You weren’t even sure you were hungry.
Your brow fell as you tried to remember the last thing you ate. You’d skipped breakfast. He would always make breakfast for you since he got up earlier. You hadn’t had a snack. He’d sit around reading while eating tangerines mindlessly until his mouth ached from the acid.
“What sounds good?” Meiko’s sweet voice broke you from your thoughts, smiling when you blinked her back into focus.
“I…,” you sighed and slumped back in your chair, “I don’t know.”
“Can I order for you then? It’ll be good, I promise.”
You nodded with a small shrug as the waitress came over with a bright smile amplified by her red lipstick. Meiko ordered for both of you, her long nails pointing to each item as she went, pausing thoughtfully as she debated between two dishes with a small hum.
You glanced up and saw Namjoon watching her, his elegant fingers drumming on the table, but not from irritation or impatience. Her bangs had fallen into her face, obscuring her eyes. You grinned to yourself as you watched him desperate to brush her locks away, but unable to do so without giving himself away.
If only he would act on his impulses or just say something.
The waitress gave another smile as she finished taking orders with a nod then breezed away, leaving you to watch your friends erupt into a lively conversation about the playoff party they were organizing for the next day.
“I can make food.”
Was that your voice?
A hush momentarily fell over the table as everyone looked at you.
You watched their faces run a gamut of emotions; some going from surprise to delight, others from delight to surprise.
“Would you?” Namjoon almost smiled as he glanced around the table to get a quick pulse on the idea before looking back at you. Would you? Was that a smart idea? “We would chip in to help pay for everything.”
“Y/N,” Meiko’s voice was in your ear again, “are you sure?”
“It would be cheaper than ordering in.” Hoseok admitted sheepishly, as though it were taboo to be tight on money.
You nodded and swallowed hard. You couldn’t back out now without disappointing your friends. A part of you wanted to make up for being in such a sour mood today. “Of course. I’d be happy to.”
You turned your attention down to the plate before you with a small smile as your face grew warm while Meiko rubbed your arm. Glancing at her, you saw her smile.
“Thank you very much, Y/N. That would be very helpful.”
“I’ll Venmo you some money.” Songwu raised his chin as he slouched against the wall, pulling his phone from his pants pocket.
“I’ll help you cook.” Meiko and Jin looked at each other, both suppressing their smiles at the idea of echoing each other while Namjoon shifted in his seat as they began to laugh.
You couldn’t help but giggle too. “Thank you both. I appreciate it.”
You sat up straighter, suddenly feeling a bit lighter as your phone vibrated with each notification you received while the waitress and a runner sat an array of dishes of varying colors and textures in front of everyone. You stared at the braised lotus roots, one of your favorite dishes but couldn’t muster the desire to eat them.
“So, um, Y/N…” You looked over to your left where Goeun sat, slowly smoothing her waist length hair using one fist at a time while the rest of the table went back to talking about the game. “How have you been doing since Ta….?” She stopped when you slouched back in your chair, the light feeling evaporating like dew drying in the sun.
For the first time in a week, you’d started to feel better, like you had been detoxed from him for five minutes but now his broad smile was right back in the forefront of your mind’s eye.
You knew she hadn’t meant anything bad by her question. She’d never been in a relationship before. She had no idea what you were going through or how something as simple as hearing a name could wreck your mood.
“Oh, no, darling. We’re not going to say his name.” Meiko shook her head, her voice soft as she reached across you to rest her hand on the younger girls’ arm. “To say his name is to welcome him back. He’s in the past where he belongs, so we’re going to leave him there.”
“Oh. Okay. I’m sorry, Y/N.”
You plastered a smile on your face and gave a small nod. “Thank you.” You took a deep breath and glanced at Meiko. “It’s been tough adjusting to not having him around as much. We were practically living together. I wanted to… move in together, I mean.”
Her eyes went wide. “Did your parents approve?”
You laughed and shook your head ruefully. “No. They were very strongly opposed to the idea.”
“Nevermind that now. We should enjoy this delicious food and nourish ourselves.” Meiko looked at you when she spoke. You pursed your lips and nodded, shifting your weight.
You hadn’t even told your parents about your breakup. They would be delighted by the news.
You felt your irritation rise at the thought as you took up a sauce package from the small tray and chewed on your lip.
They wouldn’t be able to help themselves from telling you how right they were and how wrong you were. They would do it gleefully.
Goeun gave a soft hum as she slowly tore open the package of her chopsticks and swallowed hard. “It’s a good lesson, I suppose.”
Her voice was soft. You knew she hadn’t meant anything rude by it. You had been very lucky you hadn’t moved in with him. It would have made this whole thing awkward and even more difficult.
“Well, I’m sure you learned a lot from this.”
Your brain told you this was a teachable moment for her, but your pride had been wounded from your failure and was sensitive to criticism. If it had been your parents, you could have held your tongue better, but your friends were supposed to be different. They were supposed to be supportive and patient and kind. You knew you made a bad call dating him, but he was bad in all the best ways. You had to take a chance!
"Yeah, I learned to never date Libras!" You violently shook the sauce packet before ripping it open with your teeth as Jimin leaned forward to see you, his face contorted in disdain.
"Hey! Don't say that. We're not all bad!"
Boosted by your sensitivity and irritation, your eyebrows rose as a burst of confidence exploded deep and clouded your heart away from your more courageous and fragile ego. "Oh yeah?"
"Yes!" He raked his fingers through his blond hair, drawing it away from his brow for a moment before it flopped back into his impossibly warm eyes that stirred something in the pit of your stomach.
"Prove it then." Your voice would normally have wobbled at giving a command in that tone, but now it was strong and demanding. Your fingers grew cold as a shiver tore down your spine, sending a wave of goosebumps over your torso.
Where had that come from? When had you ever been so bold?
But you found yourself sitting up straighter as his brow rose and the table became quieter, the conversation turning into whispers of anticipation while everyone looked at each other then to Jimin.
He looked around before clearing his throat and schooling his face to regain a little control. He smiled at you and licked his lips as his eyes flicked over your figure.
'Weighing my worth' you thought bitterly. 'Just like the others.'
"You want me to? Because I will."
You saw his Adam’s apple bob. You knew he had to take the bet in front of everyone though. You knew that as they turned their attention to you. "You won't last a week."
"Is that a yes?" Jimin tipped his head playfully with a smile as you rolled your eyes.
Oh no. This was a terrible idea. He would be on his best behavior and sucking up to you just to try and prove a point with inauthenticity. What had you gotten yourself into?
You heaved a sigh and forced yourself to meet his expectant gaze.
“Yes.” Just another win, Y/N. Well done. "You can try and do your best. Time will tell.”
He laughed and tapped one end of his chopsticks on the table as he leaned forward. “Aw, come on, Y/N. You gotta play fair and give me a chance.”
You pulled one side of your mouth back as you slouched and plucked up a slice of the root. You’d never considered Jimin as a potential partner. He was handsome. He knew it too and was unafraid to flirt with anyone who would lend him a pair of eyes.
You glanced at Meiko who gave you a sad, doubtful gaze before you sighed and started to eat.
Maybe you could call it off later. Would anyone care if you did? You doubted it. They’d probably forget by the time they got home.
The rest of the group recovered from your outburst and was soon back into a lively conversation and laughing as everyone ate.
When it was time to leave, you waved to everyone and hugged Meiko before starting towards your car, digging in your coat pocket for your keys.
“Y/N, hold up!” Jimin’s voice came from behind you.
You looked back to see him jogging towards you with a smile. Your heart sank as your shoulders slumped. “Oh. Hi, Jimin. Look, I’m sorry for how I acted….”
“Oh! I thought you said I would be the one who wouldn’t last the week. Why are you giving in already?”
You looked to the side to watch a bird search the sidewalk for food with a sigh. “Post-eating clarity?”
He hummed and leaned against your car, his smile growing wider. “I think you like me and you know you can’t resist my charms.”
He lifted his head and wrapped his plush lips over his teeth in an attempt to conceal his smile as his dark brows rose up, daring you to prove him wrong.
You pushed him with a scoff and a roll of your eyes, making him laugh as you shook your head and crossed your arms. “You wish.”
“Let me have your number.”
Your face fell.
What?
What’s a number?
You stared into his eyes as your heart blossomed wings and flew away while your mouth fell open, working (and failing) to form words. “I… uh….”
Jimin waved his hand in front of your face, snapping you back into reality. “I think I have you under my spell already.”
“Oh!” You frowned and shoved your key into the door lock. “Oh, you wish!”
You yanked the back door open and struggled with the tangle of handles of the bags you had gathered in the crook of your arm.
His hand rested on yours, soft and warm, making you still immediately before looking up at him. “Here, please let me help.”
You nodded and watched him quickly and efficiently extract one bag at a time, setting them neatly on the floor of your car then closed the door. He turned back towards you and watched you for a moment.
“So…,” he pulled his phone from the breast pocket of his coat and navigated through the apps then looked back up at you through his lashes, “about your number?”
“It’s, uh…,” you inhaled as you trembled before giving him the number.
He smiled and entered the information then tapped a few times before pocketing the phone while yours vibrated in your purse. “Wonderful. Call me when you get home so I know you got there safely, please.”
You wanted to be snippy, just to make the challenge as hard as possible, but you looked down at your shoes for a second. He’ll get bored of me soon enough. No need to be mean.
You nodded in defeat and looked back up at him, gasping when he brushed your hair to the side, blinking at his boldness.
“Call me.” He reminded you gently as he opened the driver’s door for you. You sank down into your seat, your eyes not leaving his until he closed the door and took a step back.
“Holy shit.” Your lips parted as your heart raced while you turned the engine over and backed out of the space.
You hazarded a last glance at Jimin as he tucked a hand into his pants and waved while you put the car into gear and began to roll forward. You waved back and inhaled deeply.
The city was a blur as you drove a little slower than normal as your mind replayed the evening repeatedly.
The feeling worsened when you pulled your phone out to dutifully text Meiko, and now Jimin, but stopped when you saw the text from Jimin.
Just a simple emoji….
It was just a smiley face but it made your heart feel like it was full of butterflies.
You walked through molasses as you shuffled up the stairs to your apartment with a reeling mind.
None of this was on your bingo card.
Unable to wait a moment longer, you texted Jimin as soon as you locked your door behind you, not trusting your voice to work.
Fri, 20:03 PM
You: Hey Jimin, it’s Y/N. I made it home.
Why were you being such a fool? It was just a text. It was just Jimin. No big deal!
And yet, you’d had to correct the text three times before you sent it.
You’re being ridiculous.
Your phone vibrated in your hand, snapping you away from your pity party.
Fri, 20:04 PM
Jimin: Good. I’ll call you in the morning. 😗
You stared at the text for a long moment. He sure was taking this whole thing seriously. You swallowed hard as your eyes fixated on the emoji. What did it mean? You knew what it was, but how did he want you to interpret it? You couldn’t recall him kissing anyone goodbye. Had you missed it?
You really couldn’t remember.
You shook your head and sank down on your sofa, staring at nothing as you smiled for the first time in a long time.
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The Emperor's Lost Love (Yandere Namjoon x Reader)
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"Appa! Appa!"
The storm clouds linger above the turrets of House Margon. Named after a great warrior and all those who descended from his line, they were once the crown and glory of Trodel. Before the man from over the sea. The one who has the name that no one knows. The one who brought death and destruction and misery to Trodel. And now to Lord Margon's own offspring.
"Appa."
The man shudders at the sight of his youngest daughter (Y/N). Of course it would have been her. She is the only one with half a brain in her head, brilliant, clever and entirely too curious. The other siblings rest easy in their beds but (Y/N) is always wandering. This is one night he wishes she had not.
"Don't let them take me Appa!"
"Kaoru . . ."
Across the vast expanse of the courtyard, two figures in black drag away a screaming child. She is hooded and covered but her cries are unmistakable.
"Kaoru! I'm coming!" (Y/N) starts to move but her father grabs her arm stiffly, his wrinkled eyes narrowing.
"You will do no such thing (Y/N)."
"What's going on?!" She wrestles furiously against her father's grip but he is a seasoned man and (Y/N) is no more than a little blossom at the time. "Why are you letting them take my sister?! What about mama?"
"(Y/N)!" Tears fill her eyes at her father's rough bark. "Kaoru did what she had to do for this family."
"She was kidnapped!"
There is a heavy silence filled with her father's panting. "Do not make me strike you child. You know I hate to strike you, but I will not allow your stubborn head to jeopardise the peace of this family. Kaoru knew her place. Your mama knows her place. It is time for you to do the same."
What about your place? The little girl thinks, turning sharply and running back to her room, far away from the night. And the man she thought promised to protect them all.
-
"(Y/N)?"
"Mmmm . . ."
"Hey!" Hanina slaps (Y/N)'s arm lightly. "Child, are you daydreaming again?"
"I am always daydreaming Avila."
Hanina is (Y/N)' s personal servant but (Y/N) always calls her Avila. Hanina means "servant", Avila in the tongue of Trodel, means "one who talks a lot".
"You cannot be daydreaming tonight." Avila lifts the creamy blue garment up to (Y/N)'s skin. "You are so beautiful. The Emperor himself would not be able to resist you."
"Avila, I am not a chocolate cake!" (Y/N) laughs. "And besides, the Emperor is looking for a lady of class I'm sure. He wants a piece of arm candy. That's not me."
"But it could be (Y/N)." Avila lowers the garment, placing it gently to the side as she takes (Y/N)'s arm. "You know your father has been struggling. You coming into a position of power . . ."
"Avila, you know how I feel about that," (Y/N) insists. "I'm not ready for a relationship. You saw what happened just now. I can barely keep my head straight and you want me to become Empress just so my father can have enough money to drink and gamble his life away."
"But all your sisters are married now (Y/N). You have to think of yourself. You have no brothers. As critical as you are of your father's habits shall we say, if anything happens to him, you and your mama would be out on the streets. And so would I."
The uneasy feeling in (Y/N)'s chest returns. Like enough air isn't going into her lungs.
"Avila?" She whispers, but it comes out more like a murmur. "What do they say about the Emperor?"
A slight delay. "Emperor Egan."
"That's not his real name," (Y/N) insists. "It can't be. If you want people to take you seriously, you don't go around calling yourself something that's a couple of letters off from Emperor Egg . . ." She receives a light smack in response.
"No one really knows (Y/N)," Avila sighs. "He came from overseas many years ago. Searching for something."
"What was he searching for?"
"Another thing we do not know. There are rumours that all the people close to him in those days were executed when he took on the name Egan. No one has seen him in many years. This ball will be the first time the Emperor has appeared in public for a long time."
(Y/N) turns her head. "Are you telling me, that you want me to go out and woo this man that no one has seen in gods knows how long? What if I get there and he's like a crusty piece of bread, or one of those shrivelled prunes you get at the bottom . . ."
"Gods give me strength." She's trying not to smile. "(Y/N), I love your sense of humour, but for the sake of us all, do try and talk as little as possible tonight. The Emperor is not a forgiving man."
-
Something is wrong. Something is very wrong. Never before have (Y/N)'s night terrors made their way into the day. But they are today. Tonight.
Was it the way the marble gates swung shut behind them as House Margon entered the Imperial Palace? Was it the way the walls seemed to close in from every angle, from her right, to her left, all she could see is walls amidst the glowing blood lights.
The night terror about Kaoru. It keeps playing and playing and playing. She had grown used to it. Numerous people have confirmed that there was no such person. Then why does Lady (Y/N) feel so sad?
Entering the courtyard, the servants are quick to take her coat, revealing a glorious shimmering ball gown of turquoise.
Lord Margon takes the arm of his wife. Her sisters take the arms of their husband's. (Y/N) is left standing alone. She reaches down to make sure her boots are in place. It's hardly appropriate footwear for the ball, but if everyone is occupied, she has always wanted to see the Imperial gardens.
When she stands up however, a man is there. She doesn't know how he got there. She did not feel him approach. But when she lingers on the achy sensation in her heart, it only intensifies being near this man. If indeed he is a man. Trodel is a summer country, but he is as pale as death and his scarlet suit and sash only make him look washed out.
"What a charming beauty," he murmurs, his words clipped and polished. "What may I ask is your name my lady?"
He extends an arm for her to take but (Y/N) ignores it and begins to make her way up the stairs.
"I am flattered my lord, to be called charming without having ever opened my mouth," she says, turning back to look at him. "Forgive me, I have been studying the etiquette for these events, and I would not want to give you the wrong impression by accepting your arm. I . . ."
"You misunderstand me my blossom," the man counters. Why can she not move when he trails a gloved hand from her shoulder, down her arm to her hand, scooping it up and squeezing her fingers tightly. "An unaccompanied lady requires an escort of course. It is as you say, proper etiquette. Perhaps I should go first. I am Lord Taehyung. And you are?"
The words are stuck in her throat. One of the Emperor's closest friends and she is already off on the wrong foot!
"(Y/N)."
"(Y/N)." He cuts the name into it's syllables and smiles as he utters them. "A lovely name for a lovely lady." When he draws closer, the Color of his eyes sends shivers down her spine. Red. As red as the colour could be. "Forgive me my lady." He notices her shocked expression and withdraws with a chuckle. "My eyes shock you?"
"I . . . No my lord. They are quite unusual. I have never seen their like before."
"I have never seen your like before," he smiles with all the warmth of a serpent. "I suppose for such a beautiful lady, I could overlook the proper etiquette just this once. Please enjoy the ball. I hope it will not be the last time my eyes are blessed to behold you."
Are all gentlemen this creepy?! (Y/N) nods, almost stuttering over herself as she turns and races up the stairs, handfuls of her gown at hand. She hears a sharp gasp behind her but when she turns, he is gone with only a soft trail of the evening mist in his wake.
-
"Namjoon. My Emperor."
The figure in the corner is barely visible in the dark. The rich bass of his voice penetrates every surface in the room but his eyes remain fixed on the illuminating light of the moon.
"Lord Taehyung. I was not aware it was time for me to show myself yet."
"No my Emperor."
Noticing his friend's pacing, his scarlet eyes snap upwards. "You know my distaste for wasting time Taehyung. Speak. What warrants interrupting my feeding?"
"I have seen her."
The metal glass hits the stone ground with a clink. The liquid pools around the silken rug, yet the Emperor does not turn.
"Impossible. My beloved is gone Taehyung. You tread on dangerous ground if you think to bait me with another look alike. Kaoru was the last one. There will be no more women."
Taehyung draws closer to the balcony. The sounds of the festivities fill the mountain side below. All reds and golds, the Emperor's favorite colours.
"Are you so sure old friend?"
Namjoon growls. "There will be no more women. My Empress is gone."
And then a flurry of blue comes in.
"Do you see the woman in the blue dress?" Taehyung points. It is more like a flurry of blue as the lady in question is currently bounding in great leaps up the stairs with some kind of bundle in her arms. Behind her, Imperial guards are rushing and shouting.
"She . . ." Namjoon starts, peering closer. "Is she holding a dog?"
"It appears that way. Likely one of the strays. She's wearing boots with the gown."
"A questionable fashion choice, if practical."
"Someone else you knew used to do that."
"A pair of boots and a stray dog proves nothing."
"I know. You must meet her to see it."
-
"Let her go."
Though the voice does not shout, it carries presence. Immediately the guard holding (Y/N)'s arm like a vice, releases his grip.
She does not feel reassured by the horror on her father's face, or the whispering of the crowd. As she turns around, clutching the stray dog in her arms, she sees him.
The Imperial Crown of Trodel sits atop his ebony hair, his skin is as flawless as a piece of glass, his eyes a glint of ice amidst the pupil. Draped in robes of cerise and gold, the crowd parts like clockwork as he makes his way towards her. Her breath catches in her throat.
"I . . ." A cough from her father reminds her of her duty. "Emperor Egan." She bows her head low, hoping that this man will do a u turn and head off to wherever it is that people dressed like that head off to. "My gratitude for your assistance."
"It is no problem," he answers smoothly. "Lady . . ."
He hangs on the word a minute before she realises what he is asking. "(Y/N). Your Majesty."
He makes eye contact with someone familiar. Lord Taehyung. The plot thickens. He is still staring, his expression unreadable when she breaks the silence.
"Emperor Egan . . ." Her egg joke comes back to mind and she finds a little courage within herself. "If I may be so bold, may I have this dog?"
"Have the . . ." He had forgotten. She is . . . Perfection. She is perfection born again in the flesh, and all of a sudden, it as if a thousand years have not passed, and he is still with his angel, in the lands beyond the sea. "Yes of course you must. You must have the dog. I shall have the guards clean him up for you to take home."
The puppy yelps as one of the guards attempts to take him, leading (Y/N) to pull him back to her chest.
"I would rather not my Emperor, if you don't mind. They were on the verge of drowning him when I arrived. I am sure you will say it is with good reason that he does not trust them."
" . . . Yes I suppose that is fair. Music!" She jumps as he claps his hands and the music returns. "Lady (Y/N), perhaps you would care to dance with me."
"I . . . Forgive me my Emperor, my dancing is horrible. And you can see the state of my dress, I would be a laughing stock."
"I would personally deal with anyone who laughed at you," he answers sternly. Unnervingly. "Perhaps a walk in the Imperial Gardens then? Those boots look well suited to walking."
She smiles and her eyes light up. "I love gardens."
It takes everything he has not to kiss her. Not to tell her how long he has waited. How many nights he has suffered. But in good time. All in good time.
The Imperial gardens capture her attention. She is moving swiftly through them and he is watching her, marvelling at how her eyes sparkle, at how she murmurs to the dog, about how she asks questions. At her voice. He answers them all patiently, waiting, waiting, as they venture deeper in, further away from the party.
"I have been waiting a long time for this moment," he says at last.
Drunk on the beauty of the gardens, she fails to notice him until he is right in front of her.
"You are as beautiful as the day I lost you Isuel."
"Isuel? That's not . . ."
"It is your name my love, you've only forgotten. As you spend more time with me, you will remember. Now I have you at last. Don't worry. It won't be like last time. I won't lose you again . . ." His last words lead him to slam his lips forcefully against hers. Try though she does with tears and biting, she cannot make him move until he finally releases her, leaving her to gasp for air.
"My love."
"You're insane!" She reaches to slap him but he catches her hand easily, kissing each finger.
"I wouldn't do that darling. You're not in your pure form yet. Wouldn't want to hurt yourself."
She huffs angrily, feeling tears singe her eyes. "I should have known that was all you cared about. Yourself! I'm going back to the party!"
"Oh I'm afraid not my love. No, you will never be leaving my side again."
"What's going on here . . ."
What happens next is a scene written only in nightmares. Lord Margon appears. The Emperor flicks a finger. There's this snap. This nasty, booming SNAP! He hits the ground like a rag doll.
She tries to scream as she rushes to her father but the sound comes out like a broken wail.
"A-a-Appa . . ."
"Your mother and sisters remain in my palace," the Emperor warns.
"Are you going to murder my entire family you bastard?!"
A smirk tickles his lips. "That is entirely up to you my love."
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DADDY ISSUES [Dawn] -9-
Pairing: JungKook & Reader
Genre: Smut / Intriguing / Violent / Soapy / Fluff / Angst | +18 |
Summary: You believe you know someone you live together but that only counts if they are true to themselves. Can love really change someone or do they just hold back? What if you are yet to meet the dark side? Will you stay to handle all that or will you walk away? Your love remains and you cannot forget. Worth more than anything, you just do whatever it takes to protect.
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With gun right through your head, it felt like time froze momentarily. Though a few things happened. Yugyeom almost screamed in your ear since he lost your sight. One of your men had his gun through Min Ae's head, waiting for JungKook's or your order.
Silence taking over, everyone was waiting with their breath on hold. JungKook gestured with his head for him to put the gun down. Then he almost growled at Min Ae.
"I warn you for one last time."
Gun still directed at you Min Ae took a step to the side. Her empty hand reached for JungKook. As she slide her manicured nails from his chest to his abs, she chuckled.
"Brave for someone in chains. Sorry, we could not arrange a bed for us yet."
JungKook closed his eyes for a mere second, mentally cursing himself.
"Y/N"
JungKook wanted to explain himself but when he saw the way you stare at Min Ae he realized he did not need to do that. You were about to let Min Ae's witty remark get through you. Somehow the way your name fell from JungKook's lips reminded you that you were there for one thing. A smile bloomed on your lips that noone has ever seen before. You directed our gaze at Min Ae.
"Hands off, sly fox."
Smiling at you she took a step and got closer at JungKook. Min Ae still had the gun pointed at you while she planted a kiss on JungKook's chess. JungKook's dark gaze landed on her as he bit inside of his tongue out of rage. Upon seeing his clenched jaw you knew he was annoyed to the core.
You directed your gun at her then pulled down the safety. Staring at you with wide eyes it took a few seconds for Min Ae to pull herself together. She put on a fake smirk to seem confident.
"You know... We both will die in this case."
Still dead serious your eyes never left her.
"Does it look like I care? Now, back off."
JungKook's eyes were watching you both in stress and awe. Heart pounding in his chest, he tried to show no sign of emotion. If he ever did, crazy as she was, Min Ae could actually hurt you. What he did not realize that Min Ae was actually scared. She took two steps back, still holding her gun up against you. She made a simple gesture thinking you would not get it. Before the buff bodyguard could reach you, you pulled your wide trousers up.
"I would not do that."
Seeing the bomb on you JungKook could not hold himself back anymore. For the first time maybe his voice cracked as your name fell from his lips.
"Y/N, take that thing off."
Much to his surprise, your gaze met with his while a small smile bloomed on your lips.
"Not before I get you out of here."
He raised his voice out of concern and anger.
"Y/N!"
Though your focus was on Min Ae which led you ignoring JungKook's warning. A man tried to get closer to you only to be shot by someone from your team. Then hell broke lose. Two men held you by your arms while Min Ae yanked the gun off of your hand. Watching them roughly grabbing you Jungkook was boiling inside. Because of his harsh pulling the cuffs digged into his flesh leaving bruises all over. A big hand slapped you roughly on the cheek while another pair went for the explosives. However your words stopped him in an instant.
"If you try to take it of, it will blow. If you try to deactivate it will blow. Only I can stop it."
Men were fighting all around. Gun powder and curses already fillled the air as you heard someone screaming.
"Check on Mrs. Jeon."
Min Ae smiled while she grabbed your hair then she pushed you down on the ground.
"You will not blow up this place while JungKook is here. Nice try though."
You managed to click your in ear piece in an instant.
"Free him from chains."
You said while Min Ae watched and heard you clearly. You hoped Yugyeom to react quickly but nothing happened. Instead the metal door exploded in the loudest way. You covered your head so the pieces around would not harm. Min Ae was beside you on the ground while coughing.
Before anyone could make sense of what happened Yugyeom's eyes landed on you. Eyes meeting for a moment, he held your shoulder with both hands. Yugyeom slowly helped you up from the ground as he grabbed his gun back. Making your way towards Jungkook, you saw a man behind him with a knife. Eyes locked on you the girthy bodyguard shouted.
"Take it off or he dies."
JungKook's eyes were on you as well. He spoke with a dull yet stern voice.
"Y/N... Take it off and leave."
You saw his dark eyes almost begging you to save yourself. Your heart heavy in your chest you shook your head. Then he gestured Yugyeom to take you out. When you did not move the buff man slightly moved his knife. You saw the blood dripping somewhere around JungKook's collarbone. Feeling helpless, you took two steps away. You turned around but you were not going to leave. Not when the only reason you came here to save him. You were not going to watch him die for you.
"You take the man, I take the chains."
You were not even sure if he heard you since your voice was even lower than a whisper. Yugyeom's wide eyes landed on you as if you were out of your mind. Then he saw your pleading stare.
"Damn it Y/N... He will kill me."
You paid Yugyeom one last stare to convince and thankfully it worked. When he sighed with a
"Fine."
After three nods as counts, you took a deep breath and turned around. Eyes on the closest chain you tried your best aim. When it hit ground JungKook caught the knife right away. Then you took your aim for chain on the left. JungKook was completey free while the buff bodyguard was already shot at his neck by Yugyeom.
His warm blood was all over JungKook's face but did not even phase him at all. JungKook just stared down the big body laying down beside his feet. Then drifted his attention back to the cuffs that were still on his wrists.
The keys were on the ground a few steps away. He closed the distance to get them but he noticed it. The metal shined in Min Ae's hand. She directed it at him which he smirked back. Then her hand shifted to your side.
JungKook stepped in but her hand shook before she could fire the small gun. JungKook grabbed Min Ae by the hair then yanked it from her hands harshly. JungKook grabbed her arm while dragging Min Ae toward you. He stopped right before you and forced Min Ae on her knees. She shrugged her shoulders and gave you a repelling look to seem confident. JungKook handed you the gun he grabbed from her.
"Go ahead doll."
Eyes wide you stared at him for a second then you gaze shifted at Min Ae. Who were on her knees in her now ruined fancy dress and smudged make up. Your silence became dreadful to her. Also, JungKook was impatient right by your side.
"Fine... I will do it."
Was what he said while he grabbed your hand to fire the gun. Reacting faster than you expected, you put your free hand on his large fingers.
"I want her alive."
Both JungKook and Yugyeom were in disbelief so you had to repeat.
"I want her alive."
After an displeased low grunt, JungKook finally dropped his hand. Min Ae eyes never left your figure while you crouched down to speak to her.
"Do not expect me to thank you."
She still tried to provoke you to end things for some reason. When she met with your small smirk, Min Ae seemed taken aback. After a low chuckle, the venomous words fell from your lips.
"No need... because you will wish I would never have saved you."
You roughly grabbed her wrist and put her back on her feet. Staring right into her eyes you plucked the little key from her brachelet. You unlocked the cuffs that were still on JungKook's wrists. The first thing he did was pulling you in and wrapped his arms around you while sniffling your hair.
When your eyes drifted back to disstressed look on Min Ae's face, you gestured Yugyeom for the cuffs he had attached to his belt. You put Min Ae's wrists together and cuffed them with a devilish gaze on your eyes. You grabbed her hair, forcing her to walk before you.
"Take her to the mansion."
YugYeom gave you a simple nod. He grabbed Min Ae by her arm then stopped for a second. Eyes briefly landed on your thigh.
"Y/N..."
You could see YugYeom was worried about the forgotten explosives. You were about to reassure him but an unexpected reaction from JungKook caught your attention. His eyebrow shot up when he called you by your first name and reached right away.
"JungKook will take care of it."
YugYeom handed car keys and a loaded gun at JungKook.
"Just in case."
JungKook's tense expression calmed down. He gave Yugyeom a little bump. Yugyeom was already leaving with Min Ae as she threw a dark yet tired gaze at your side. JungKook's eyes caught a man moving. Eyes never leaving you, JungKook pulled the trigger with a poker face. The man screamed in agony then fell back .
Your softly spoke to deactivate the explosive. JungKook crouched in front of you as his long fingers gently took it off. He slowly left it on the ground. Before any other enemy could move JungKook's voice filled the air.
"Leave!"
A few wounded man got up with the help of others. Caughing or groaning they kept walking. JungKook took a look around the storehouse to make sure noone was left behind. He locked his fingers to yours.
"Activate countdown"
JungKook gave you a menacing smirk while you walked out the big rusty door. Since a couple of minutes were all you have got, you rushed to the dark grey car waiting by the road. JungKook opened the door for you and made his way to the driver's seat. When he just began driving you heard the loud explosion. Heart beating fast in your chest, you watched the flames through the rear mirror.
Both of you were covered in blood and dust but you could not help with the small smile on your lips. The way you were about to lose him made you realize one thing. No matter who he was, no matter how you broke each other countless times you could never give up. As if he read your mind, JungKook gave you a different smile. A crooked smile of a tired yet happy winner. Before your mind caught up with your words, they fell from your lips.
"I love you, JungKook. I am sorry... "
JungKook's dark eyebrow shot up while the corner of his lip curled up.
"Sorry for what?"
Struggling with words, you did not know you needed none. JungKook already knew. Already knew because he felt the same without you... Incomplete.
"I should have never walked away."
JungKook intertwined your fingers.
"And I should have never stopped chasing. We both messed up."
You were surprised at the short yet noticable laughter leaving your lips. JungKook hesitantly reached for your belly. His warm finger went across for a brief moment. Then the question fell heavy on you like the thickest fog.
"Why did you believe me?"
Evidently, that question took JungKook off guard. He cleared his throat and you thought you were in trouble, instantly. His hand on your belly was back on the wheel as JungKook locked his eyes on the road again.
"I knew the moment you showed up. I can read you like a magazine."
Eyes still on him, you kept your eyes on him.
"I did not deserve this trust, JungKook."
A sigh left his mouth. You could not tell if it was discomfort or relief though his velvety yet low voice reassured you.
"Yes, you did things that I hated but you never lied to me, Y/N."
Then his expression changed. His eyes were peeking a car that followed you. In a few second JungKook spotted the driver. Much to his surprise it was his father's best man.
"What the heck is going on here?"
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The Art of Murder by vanted
˖࣪ 🗡 ∗ Chapters: 1/? (3.3k words)
˖࣪ 🗡 ∗ Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
˖࣪ 🗡 ∗ Rating: Mature
˖࣪ 🗡 ∗ Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
˖࣪ 🗡 ∗ Relationships: TaeKook/KookV
˖࣪ 🗡 ∗ Characters: Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook
˖࣪ 🗡 ∗ Tags: Vampire Jungkook, Hunter Taehyung, Fantasy, Historical AU, Blood and Violence, Graphic Depictions, Gangs, Romance, Blood Kink, Enemies to Lovers, Self-harm, Murder Mystery, More tags to be added!
Summary:
Humanity's dangling from a fine thread. As a vampire hunter, Taehyung's path is lined with blood and death. When a series of gruesome murders arise and he's sent to investigate, Taehyung is pushed to the edge, compelled into making a deal with a vampire.
But it doesn't mean that the weapons have been lowered. It means that the war has just started.
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Pairing: widower!yoongi×widower!reader
Genre: fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, single parent AU.
Summary: life has been cruel to them. Heartbroken and sad when they stumbled towards each other. Will they be able to heal their heart?
Warnings: according to the chapters.
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You, I Want You (KTH/Latina Reader | 3 parts)
Chapter 1: You, I want you
Warnings: Sex & alcohol : reference to mental health struggles (anxiety, depression): Cheating/Separated
**Reader Insert** (Noona love)
You weren’t exactly sure why you were here. At first you told yourself it wasn’t a big deal, you're still young. You often told yourself, ‘so what if you're not a traditional college student, you're in a masters program’ . Your classmates often commented they never thought you were older than 25. But their youthful and single club shenanigans were a constant reminder that you were 8-10 years older. You were the only one with a child and the second married person in the class. Yet for some reason they insisted on you coming with them. You had been with them plenty of times to have a drink after late night classes but that was different than going to a club. You had told them “no” everytime, yet this time they were not willing to take no for an answer. Now here you were trying to get an amaretto sour at the local hot spot, Club Posh. Your patience was thinning you knew you were getting ignored by the female bartenders. Gone where your young days when you would have flashed a confident grin and charmed your way to the front and even earned free drinks from the female bartenders. You had lost your light, lost your way, lost who you are inside. Who could blame you, if they only knew what heartbreak you had gone through. Your soul felt crushed.
You were ready to give up, tired of getting ignored, willing to just pick up wine from the store and head home. That was until you felt someone brush up against you, then the sudden warmth of breath on your ear, followed by a hand to your waist right at the small of your back.
“Looks like you could use some help? What is it you want?” You knew that voice well. Your breath hitched and a shiver traveled down your spin, tingles pooling at the pit of your abdomen. You turn slightly towards the voice catching the nearness of their side profile. Pointed round nose, chiseled jawline, soft black curls framing their eye and tip of their ear. Your lips inches from their cheek. You unconsciously swallow followed by licking your lips. You knew you were in trouble.
‘You, I want you’ , your mind was slowly unhinging. The words nearly bursting out of your lips. You faced forward, keeping your unhinging thoughts at bay.
“I--um, I wan--ted, an amaretto sour.”. Another lick of your lips and reflexive swallow.
“Ah, that’s a good cocktail, let me help you.”, he makes eye contact with you, flashing you that confident boxy sexy smile that has been known to distract you class quite often. This time you bite at your lip nervously and nod unable to do anything else. He leans in one more time, “Stay here”. You only nod in agreement.
You watched as he quickly made his way to the bar. Watching his animated talk, the female bartender who was ignoring you previously was providing him with her full attention even using her arms to push up her cleavage as she flirtatiously leaned over the bar.
You watched their interaction. He was something , confident, playful and sexy. You haven't seen him this way ever, till now. To be exact, he was always emanating confidence with a sexy aurora just by existing or doing the bare minimum but seeing his flirtatious charm was a first.
You felt yourself picking at your nails in nervousness. The growing sensation of feeling insecure was starting to spill out. You were losing your nerve.
‘I shouldn’t be here, I don’t belong. What the hell am I doing, I’m the only one here other than him’ . You wondered why the girls were not here yet. Your heartbeat quickens and you felt the panic start to build in the pit of your stomach.
‘He probably feels sorry for me, this is embarrassing’ , frequent critical self hating thoughts raced through your mind. You glanced down at what you were wearing a grimace forming or your lips. You look towards the entrance feeling ready to dart to the exit.
‘You look like an old cougar trying too hard to look sexy, how could you wear that hideous outfit’ , You pulled at the strap of your form fitting, deep green one sleeve tank top with a plunging v line. Your eyes landing at your exposed cleavage. Yes, you felt very exposed and self conscious. You pulled at your cascading locks of hair attempting to hide your shoulders and some of your cleavage.
‘What the hell were you thinking, you're a mom you can’t wear something like this. You're not even sexy anymore’. It was all too much, you just couldn’t silence the bartering words in your head. That's when you decided to turn and walk towards the exit.
“Hey where are you running off too, I have our drinks”. You stopped at a quarter turn and faced him. A smile on his lips illuminated his face. You were frozen ‘why was he being so kind’, you wondered to yourself, ‘pity’ was all you could hear ringing in your ear.
“Oh, thank you so much. oh wow, that’s some talent there, holding two drinks in each hand and that’s a lot of amaretto…. hereletmegiveyoumoney”, The words spilled out jumbled in your nervousness. You take two glasses out of his hand, your fingers skimming over his. His skin soft and supple, not rough like yours.
“No way! I am not letting you pay for drinks tonight. You deserve to have fun and let loose! And not really talent, I was just fortunate to be born with big hands and loooong fingers.” He flashes you his free hand wiggling his fingers. Another unintentional hard swallow and nibble of your bottom lip escaping you as your eyes stayed glued to his waving fingers. Oh yes, you had noticed those hands and long nimble fingers since day two of classes. He was your escape from your life of pain, sorrow and regret. He was a wonderful distraction from deep rooted hopelessness that you masked with laughter and your outgoing personality. You were ashamed to admit you imagined often what those hands and fingers could do to you.
“Thank you, that's really sweet of you, I’ll get the next round”, you say followed by chasing down your drink quickly as possible.
“Woah, someone is out to have a really good time tonight and I can't wait to see it (grinning) and I said no, I got the hook up with Lacey back there and besides I told you, I’m not letting you pay for any drinks tonight, with or without a hook up”. He cocked his head to the side raising one prominent eyebrow, as in daring you to defy him. His stern look melted away to a smile as you yourself could not help but smile shly in return. You were touched by his kindness but also felt slight embarrassment, the critical voices in your head battle for dominance. You start on your second drink and decide getting tipsy might be a good idea in order to calm your nerves. You were going to need some shots. You glanced towards the bar studying this Lacey, she was beautiful and seemed to be around the same age as him. You did not have one doubt in your mind about his story. You were sure she offered him free drinks for the night in hopes of something in return. You smiled flatley, ‘what I would give to be her right now, I’d give him anything he wanted’ you told yourself letting out sigh. You turn to him but avoid eye contact.
“Free drinks huh? Wow, lucky you and she’s hot. Looks like someone might get lucky…” You say as you reach out to playful swat his arm, yup, you were definitely feeling more comfortable. You let your hand linger a little too long feeling the firmness of his muscle underneath your touch. He brings his glass to his lips taking a drink, your hands standing still moving with his movement. His eyes peer over his glass making eye contact with you and holding your gaze.
“Na, she’s not my type. And...I have my eyes set on someone else...” His eyes lingering and locked with yours, you felt your face flush under his intense gaze, ‘who could it be, could it be possible, me? ’ He breaks eye contact and peers over your shoulder as you hear a loud high pitched familiar voice.
“Tae Hyung! I’m so glad you're here!” her squeal was shrill, she shouldered passed you and wrapped her arms around him. You instantly felt your heart sink, ‘what was I thinking? I'm that buzzed already that I would even think he is referring to me, an unattractive cougar with a kid’. You let out a small laugh, laughing at the audacity that you would even rometly think he would even consider you worthy of a drunk fuck. You needed to get away from him. He was just too intoxicating and you were starting to feel the effect of the alcohol yourself. You knew you would embarrass yourself around him the more you drank. You turned on your heels, your eyes resting on the club entrance once again. The voices in your self conscious mind swirling. You take a step forward in hesitation, leaving them standing in a lover's embrace.
‘That’s right, you don’t belong, no one really wants you, not even your husband, look at you, that’s why he did what he did to you.’
‘Fuck, not that’ , you curse yourself. Panic fills your lungs as you freeze feeling loooong fingers wrapping around your wrist. ‘What are you doing, please don’t’, you thought to yourself.
“Hey, where are you going Y/N, trying to run away on me again?” His fingers still circling your wrist holding you back. You stood still thinking of what to say, his touch was grounding nearly hypnotic.
‘Run away? That’s what I most certainly should do but you trapp every time with your captivation’
“What? Run away? I don’t think so unless using the bathroom is considered running away and what would I be running from?” You felt a wave of confidence wash over you taken back by your own question.
“I’m not exactly sure but my gut says you're running from my unrelenting charms”. He follows with another raise of his eyebrow. He was right about his unrelenting charms and needing to get as far from his as possible but a smile formed on your lips. As you turn to face him full on and draw your wrist from his grasp you let out a slight scoff to mask any nervousness you still might be emanating.
“Unrelenting charms that work on barely legal girls not grown educated confident women such as myself. Thus, I’m not running from you Kim Tae Hyung.” You flashed him a grin. Your eyes searched for Amanda, who stood feet away nearly gawking at the two of you. You were not sure why, but You loved that she seemed flustered by what she saw.
“Here’s my other empty glass, I’ll be back”. A wide smile spread across his lips lighting up even his eyes. He seemed surprised and pleased with your response, letting out a soft chuck.
“Cheeky and I like it. Are you ready for a few more? Or would you like something different?” Him still grinning at you.
“Ya I’ll take two more of...oh just surprise me”.
“Tae Hyung, I want two as well of whatever you both are having….” Amanda standing only inches behind him, slipping her arm in the space of his arm and resting her head on his shoulder. Neither you or him had noticed when she had moved so close. You quickly spun around making your way to the bathroom. You did not want to see their interactions any longer.
‘Keep it together y/n’, you told yourself. ‘Where is the group?’ you wondered as he neared the bathroom.
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Chapter 2: Love in the Club
Tae Hyung and Y/N move their two person party from the Club to somewhere else. Enjoy!
Warnings: 18+, smut.
Playlist:
Waist it on me
Mi Gente by J Balvin played
X {equis) by Nicky Jam & J. Balvin
Calma- Pedro Capo & Farruko
Love in the Club- Usher
As you neared the bathroom you saw your good friend Cristine and her boyfriend Jimin along with Tiffany and her boyfriend Yoongi. You also saw Hoesok and NamJoon, who were friends with Yoongi and Jin. Jin a classmate along with you. Then there was Leti and Veronica from class along with them. This was your group. You loved how accepting and supportive they were of you. You also loved how diverse your group was, koroean, black, philipino and latinos.
“Y/N!!!!!!!! I’m so happy you are here I almost thought you weren’t coming!!!” Cristine squeals, taking you into her arms. You smile brightly, this is what you needed and wanted to distract you from your troubles. You greet the rest of the group with hugs.
“Babe what do you and Y/N want to drink…” Jimin turned to you and Cristine.
“I’m good thank you.” You respond.
“I don’t think so girl, we are treating you tonight, drinks are on us. This is a special occasion, you never come clubbing with us!!”. You smiled at the two of them, your heart filled with love. They were such great friends even if they were 6-7 years younger than you.
‘Everyone is so determined to buy my drinks. Fuck it, I’m going to get trashed tonight!’ You made the revelation that you were going to have fun and tell that critical voice in your head to ‘shut the fuck up’. You are determined not to let your anxiety get in the way of having fun, not tonight.
“Ok. I’ll have whatever you're having! Oh wait nevermind. Maybe the next round or something because Tae hyung is at the bar buying me a drink right now”.
“Oh, no big deal. I'm still buying you a drink y/n and I will keep them coming”. You smiled at Jimin.
“Thank you--” you couldn't finish your sentence due to being pulled away by Cristine to the bathroom.
“Ok guys we are using the ladies room and will find you guys by the bar!”. Leti and Veroncia followed behind you and Cristine.
BATHROOM:
“Y/N you look beautiful! That top is sexy, look at that cleavage, girl display them proudly cause you got some nice tits! And those skinny jeans and heels, girl I’d want to take you home If I liked girls!” You blushed slightly.
“Thanks, cristine. I needed to hear that I feel so weird being here and….”
“Shh that will be enough of that! You are here to have fun, get treated right and maybe get laid!”.
“What! Get laid, are you crazy, I only been separated for 2 months and I-I-never been with anyone else…besides Jack--.”
“Besides who? The asshole!!! Fuck him. I don't want to hear about him. I will support you in whatever you decide tonight laid or not. “ You both giggled and Veronica and leti join in.
“Yes that pinche cabron!” Veronica spits out as you laugh with her. [Trans: Fucking Bastard]
“Y que se come verga!” Leti chiming in. [trans: and eat dick.]
“Yes what they said!” Cristine laughs. You couldn't be more happy. As everyone finishes in the restroom and starts walking out, Cristine holds you back.
“Tae Hyung is here huh? And he bought you a drink? That was nice of him…” Cristine comments, raising her eyebrows at you.
“Don’t give me that look Cristine. It was nothing. He bought Amanda a drink too….”
“Uhhh… Amanda? That bitch is so clingy…Y/N… I've been noticing the way Tae looks at you….”
“Stop right there…your crazy…he’s just a really sweet, funny, smart, caring guy….”
“Oh is that all? Just all those amazing traits not to mention he is fine as hell! Next next to Jimin of course---and he seems to….”
“Cristine, let's get out of this bathroom….” Your attempt to end the conversation.
“I’m just saying that I’ve noticed how he looks at you. And whenever you're late to class he always asks me where you are and if you're ok. Even when you're absent, he seems a little down….and why not have a little fun? What’s the harm in….”
“Cristine, I’m like 7 years older than him…and you're making something out of nothing…come on let's go get those drinks….” Your last attempt to change the subject.
“Ok, Ok, let's drink and dance!”
You were relieved to get out of the bathroom with her but your heart was still fluttering replaying her words in your mind.
‘I’m just saying that I’ve noticed how he looks at you. And whenever you're late to class he always asks me where you are and if you're ok. Even when you're absent, he seems a little down….’
You had no idea that he would ask about you. A smile formed on your lips. He really is a nice guy. You made your way back to the bar with Cristine. You saw that the group had found Tae Hyung and Amanda. Amanda, still standing as close as possible to Tae hyung giving the impression they were together, at least from your perspective. Tae was smiling brightly and chatting with the group. His eye caught yours, his lips spreading into an even bigger smile as he lifted both hands into the air displaying 4 shot glasses.
‘He waited, Why is he so perfect, it kills me’, you thought to yourself.
The song blaring in the club was “Waste It On Me”. You loved that song, but definitely needed some shots to feel comfortable dancing. As arrived at the group Tae handed you your shots. Jimin handed Cristine hers and also handed you another shot mix. The group laughed with all the drinks in your hand.
“Woah, someone is getting wasted tonight!”, Nam joon replied, winking at me. Tae raised his shots in the air in your direction as you both took one shot after another. Tae grimaced as you kept a straight face downing your tequila shots. You finished with your green tea shot and handed your glasses to Tae Hyung, turned to face the dance floor just as the song Mi Gente by J Balvin played. You loved this song. You were happy that this was a club that plays all genres of music. The alcohol took on its effects quickly, now you were feeling wild and free as you used to feel all the time.
“Damn, Y/N you can really handle your liquor. Impressive---Tae not so much”. Yoongi comments as the group laughs. You, Cristine, Leti and Veronica start dancing to the song, you weaving your hips in seductive figure eights with your fingers laced into your hair. Ah yes, the sweet sweet drum beats and reggaeton rhythms taking over your body. You were in your element. You alternated between figure eights, body rolls and hip hop moves. You were definitely feeling yourself and losing yourself in the music, the liquor egging you on. You had not turned loose like this in several years. You felt like a wild tiger set free from it’s cage now in its natural element. For the first time in a long time you felt confident and sexy.
POV: 3rd Person for Kim Tae Hyung
He watched her as she moved her body in ways he had only imagined. He knew she had it in her. He had watched and observed her in class, during after class bar meet ups and project meetups. She was smart, funny, kind, thoughtful and outgoing. To him she was beautiful in every way. He was ecstatic to say the least when he saw her at the club. He only came because he had heard she had agreed to come and hoped that he would find her here. He just wanted to be near her as much as possible. She was addictive, his vice, his weakness and what made him mad with want. He wanted to be her shield and protector. He didn’t care that she was older, he didn’t care that she had a kid and he could care less that she technically was still married. It was only a technicality, they were separated now. He was a scumbag who didn’t deserve her as far as he was concerned.
Flashback: POV: Tae Hyung
I heard her cell ring and watched her eyes roll when she saw who it was but she chose to ignore it. The phone kept ringing over and over. She finally stood grabbing her phone and excusing herself from the table.
“I’ll be right back…”
About 10 or so minutes went by, and I just couldn’t wait any longer. I excused myself and told them I needed to get something from my car. I walked out into the parking lot searching for her and that’s when I spotted her in the car her windows cracked. I could hear her crying. I stayed in a spot where she couldn’t see me. I felt wrong for intentionally eavesdropping on her but I was glad I did.
“No! Don’t come here. You can’t do this to me anymore. We are separated. You can't force me to anything anymore! No you can’t just keep her to try and punish me. Jackson, don’t. Ok! Ok! I’m coming.”
I watched as her cries turned to weeping. She wiped her tears, buckled up and left. The following day was the evening to start on our group project. When I arrived at Cristine and Jimins apartment I asked where she was, he motioned that she was with Cristine and that they were having a girl talk.
When she came out of Cristine's room. I saw her rolling down her sleeve quickly but it was too late. I saw the bruises, a trail leading from her wrist up her forearm. Her lip slightly bruised and busted. My heart broke, she didn’t deserve this, she deserved to be loved and adored. And slowly over time I felt myself wanting to be that person to her.
[Flashback ended]-Present Club start / POV: 3rd person for Tae Hyung
He was enjoying watching her dance, she was enticing. He ensured himself to pregame before arriving at the club because he wanted to be disinhibited and free of self conscious restraint. He wanted to be relentlessly charming and flirtatious with her. He wanted to make it known to her that he wanted her. He could only hope that she wanted him too and in order to find out he needed to be restraintless. And when it was all said and done, if she rejected him, none of it mattered because he was also set in making her have the best night of her life no matter what. He wanted to be the reason she had a great time.
He watched as she continued to deliciously roll her body to the music. She was an amazing dancer.
“Damn, Y/N is getting it. It's hard to believe she is married and a mom when I’m seeing her like this.” Nam Joon comments to Jin and Hoesok.
“Actually she is separated…” the words slip out of Tae Hyungs mouth as he winces instantly regretting letting that slip out. That was personal information and was something that she had shared with him. ‘Fucking alcohol is working’ he chided himself.
“I thought she might be single since I overheard Cristine the other day tell her she needed to put herself out there…when I was over at their house and she was there giving us batcha dance lessons. I’m glad you confirmed this Tae Hyung…excuse me…boys…” Hoesok comments as he starts to sway his hips more to the music dancing his way towards Y/N.
You watched as he expertly gilded himself behind her swaying his body matching her rhythm, wrapping one arm around her waist and his other arm mirroring the arm that hand her fingers laced in her hair.
She responded to his touch without looking back. Placing one hand on top of the hand on her waist and resting her head back in the crook of his neck. He was spooning her perfectly, their bodies rocking and grinding together effortlessly. She turned her face slightly as Tae caught her side profile, her face display pure ecstasy. It was driving Tae Hyung mad. He continued glaring at the two of them trying to hide his jealousy. Jimin grabs Cristine taking her out to the dance floor as Nam joon grabs Leti and Jin grabs Veronica. The song switching to another latin jam. (X {equis) Nicky Jam & J. Balvin. ) He watched as Hoseok guided y/n while still dancing to the dance floor. Y/N grinding her ass hard into Hoseok. Amanda grabbing Tae Hyungs hand dragging him to the dance floor, his eyes still glued to Y/N and Hoseok.
Y/N turning her head to the right, catching Tae Hyung's intense gaze on her, her hand stroking the side of Hoseok's face. Tae couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, neglecting Amanda twerking. Her eye’s growing wide at the sight of Tae Hyung. She careens her head towards Hoseok seeming to be taking him in for the first time. Smiling shyly at him and slowing down her dancing.
“Hoseok…I’m sorry I didn’t know who it was…”, Hoseok smiling and still swaying with her.
“Hey baby girl, I don’t know who you thought I was but you can definitely keep doing what you are doing…” a smirk playing on his lips as he pulled her tightly between his legs. She glances at Tae again, Hoseok following her graze. Amanda is still grinding away at him, as he barely responds to her keeping his eyes on Y/N not noticing or caring that Hoseok is watching the interaction taking place. Y/N looks away. The song changes. Hoseok takes Y/N by the hand and guides her to the side of the dance floor and near the bar. Tae Hyung instantly follows, leaving Amanda on the dance floor.
“Hey, are you ready for another drink? I know I am.” Tae asks, grabbing Y/N free hand.
“Hey Tae, I got her…” Hoseok nods to Tae Hyung. Tae Hyung licks his lips in irritation.
“Ok.” Tae responds but follows the pair to the bar leaving Amanda behind.
“What do you want Y/N?”
“I’ll just have what you are having, Hoseok…” She smiles warmly at him and steals a quick glance at Tae hyung who is flirting with Lacy the bartender. Meanwhile Hoseok is still waiting to be attended to.
“Y/N here, 1 amaretto sour and 1 green tea shoot”. He hands her the drinks.
“Thank you…” Hoseok glares at Tae Hyung.
“Hey Tae I told you I got her…”, he says, his voice tense.
“Well, I was the one taking care of her before you even got here and promised to keep them coming right y/n?”. Tae squaring up to Hoseok.
“That’s true and thank you for that…what is up with everyone trying to buy my drinks. Why is everyone just trying to get me drunk? Are you guys planning something?” Laughter spilling from her mouth, she was past buzzed. She took the two drinks from Tae’s hand.
“Here’s to getting drunk and dancing troubles away!” She clanked her drink with Tae’s and chugged it followed by the green tea shot. Hoseok considered the situation and his options. He could see it in Tae’s eyes, he was so obvious that he wanted her but still wasn’t drunk enough to make a move. He also was aware of the way Y/N looked at him on the dance floor. He decided it wasn’t worth a fight tonight and set his eyes on Amanda who was desperate for attention.
“Ok, Y/N Tae’s taking care of you tonight, I respect that, I’ll have to wait till I can have you for myself” he winked at her. Tae puffed up wanting to pounce on Hoseok for his comment but decided to let it go. He ordered two drinks and headed towards Amanda. Tae finished his drinks as well and felt embolden as the songs changed again. Here was his opportunity.
POV: 2nd Person Y/N
You were past the point of buzzed but not yet drunk. You finished your drinks with Tae Hyung still thinking how you were grinding on Hoseok thinking it was Tae Hyung the entire time. Even standing in his presence you couldn’t keep from imaging grinding on him and that's when one of your favorite songs blarred in the club. It couldn’t have been more perfect.
Love in this Club- Usher
He entwined his fingers within yours pulling you gently yet briskly to the dance floor, was he as eager as you? When you reached the dance floor it felt literally as if all other individuals had faded away and it was only you and the lights dimmed a spotlight on the two of you. You turned your hips swiveling into the space between his legs, rolling your ass as hard as possible onto his dick. As soon as you pressed against it you felt it was already hard.
“I want to see you…” he whispered in a sultry sweet warm breath into your ear, spinning you effortlessly around to face him. Positing you perfectly with one leg in between your legs, his thigh pushing up the lips of your aching core. You bit your bottom lip wishing you were wearing a skirt rather than jeans. He placed one hand at the back of your waist pressing your abdomen flat against his and driving his thigh higher into your cunt. You breath hitched as you grinded against him swaying to the rhythm of the music. He tilted your chin up with his free hand.
“Don’t take your eyes away from mine, not even for a second….” You sucked in a cold breath as he pressed his forehead against yours, his lips ghosting yours. Your eyes locked into his deep brown orbs. You couldn’t imagine anything that could break your gaze from him. You were drowning in him. Your shallow breaths swirling with his breath, you were both breathing as one.
“Ok…” was all you could muster in a breathy whisper.
“That’s my girl…” he replies, licking his lips, his tongue skimming just barely over your parted lips. He was on the verge of bringing you to your knees literally. You were nearly so far gone you were ready to unbuckle his pants and suck him off right there on the dance floor in hopes he would take you right then there in the club. Making love in the club like no one else is there just you and he.
“….” you were rendered speechless. You wondered if he could feel how fast your heart was beating. “Fuck it’, you told yourself. You were losing your shit coming undone right before him as he grinding his thigh savagely into your core and making love to you with just his eyes. You were dripping wet, feeling horny was an understatement. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted a man as much as you wanted him right now in this moment. You closed the gap, he must have had the same idea because your lips crashed together at the same time.
He molded and moved his lips against yours softly and gently pushing them open flicking his tongue in, you opened your mouth willingly taking in the length and warmth of his tongue.
It was delicious still with the flavor of sweet amaretto as your tongues swirled together effortly like you were both made for this, for each other's mouths. He cupped the back of your head bringing your mouths even closer together. You let out a moan that reciprocated a shutter from him. He releases his own moan into your mouth breaking the kiss panting but never breaking his gaze from you. It was too much, you look away.
He instant brings your face back towards him, “na uh…I told you not to look away. You’ve disobeyed me and now you must be punished….” you trembled, his pressure increasing on your core, his hand grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing bringing nearly to your breaking point.
“Tae, please… I-I-can’t, take much more…fuck, I’m going to cum right here…”, You lost yourself in him. The song coming to an end, provides you with some relief so to speak, you felt so edged it was unbearable.
He takes you by the hand pulling off the dance floor not giving you or him an opportunity to speak to anyone. He takes you towards the club entrance and presses you against the wall near the entrance.
“You get to choose, here are you choices--- (planting wet kisses on your neck) , do you want to be punished in the club--- ( sucking your neck) or in my car, because I’m not willing to wait till I get you to my room. And then, i’ll have you again when we get home…. (more sucking and licking at your neck) ” moans escaped your mouth, you were shaking in between his arms, your legs felt like jello.
“I-I--” You couldn’t even speak.
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CHAPTER 3: BACK SEAT BANGA
Warning: Smut in the club parking alot in an SUV
POV 3rd Person Y/N:
“You get to choose, here are you choices--- (planting wet kisses on your neck) , do you want to be punished in the club--- ( sucking your neck) or in my car, because I’m not willing to wait till I get you to my room. And then, i’ll have you again when we get home…. (more sucking and licking at your neck) ” moans escaped your mouth, you were shaking in between his arms, your legs felt like jello.
“I-I--” You couldn’t even speak. Tae Hyung continues his assault on your neck, your moans uncontainable, your lips in between your legs swollen and wet, throbbing and aching for attention.
‘Fuck, I’ll let you take me right here in the open, I want you so fucking bad’, you told yourself.
“Your having---(kissing up your neck, squeezing your ass) trouble answering---” Before you can answer he engulfed your lips, you willingly allowed him access as he explored every crevice of your mouth. You wanted more, you needed more of him. You grind yourself against his rock hard dick. Your mouth watering as you felt how hard he was the length and girth of it pressing against your swollen drenched lips. He pushed harder into you, you carding your fingers through his soft locks. How dare he tease you like this, here up against the club wall. You reach your nimble hand into his pants reaching past his boxers gripping his throbbing dick. You squeeze and glide your hand up and down milking his precum into your fingertips. You break free from his kiss, jerking his head back with your grip in his hair snatching your other hand away from his juicy leaking dick. His eyes wild and dark never break contact with your lustful gaze as you bring your fingers to your lips spreading his cum on your lips like lip gloss. Nice and slow ending his cumgloss application by inserting your index finger into your mouth licking and sucking off his cum residue. Nice and slow, licking your lips smiling. You were really asking for it and you wanted it and planned on getting it by any means necessary.
“Y/N, that was sexy as fuck. Your begging for me to fuck you right her infront of everyone. That’s what you're gonna get for playing with fire”, his voice thick as honey. His sinful sweet words pulsing through you causing you to clench your dripping core. His lips quickly return to assaulting your neck, leaving deep marks as unconcealable moans slip past your mouth. An orgasm was building and he hadn’t even touched your drenched throbbing swollen lips. He tares away from your neck and ravages your mouth leaving you breathless and squeezing the round flesh of your ass.
Breaking away his lips now at your ear, “now I’m going to fuck you. Right now, I won’t want a minute longer.”
He breaks away, grabbing your hand roughly and dragging you out the front entrance of the club. He led you at a brisk pace nearly a jog to his 4-runner. Opening the back and dragging you in with him. The back row was already down, ready for the two of you. You were thankful his windows were tinted and that he had parked in the far back away from others. You couldn’t wait. You wouldn’t wait. He closed the back and reached over the front seat turning the 4-runner on. Then turning to you and laying you down gently but forcel, sitting up and quickly peeling off his shirt and sliding down his pants and boxers releasing his long thick hard smooth cock. The tip glistened with beaded precum, dripping wet. You lick your lips, your eyes wild with lust you wanted his cock in your mouth and in your aching pussy. You leaned forward, propping yourself on your elbows.
“Please Tae, I need your cock in my mouth right now, please”, a smirk spreading across his lips he leans back allowing you to change positions.
“God, your so perfect y/n, fuck ye--s…do what--ever yo--u wa--nt…”, his words choke in his mouth because you descend on him before he could even finish his sentence. Giving him no time to prepare you fit his entire cock into your mouth, the tip crashing into your larynx, gagging yet sucking him as fiercely as possible. You wanted to make sure to ravage him so much so that your the only thing he can think of anytime he has sex with anyone else or pleasures himself.
You suck salaciously saliva and tears cascading down your cheeks and lips. His moans excites you and urges you on. You can feel up rocking and thrusting up into your mouth and you loved every minute of it.
“Fuck, y/n. You have no idea how long (moans) I’ve---(shuddering) i’ve, (aaahh---hh, chest heaving) wanted you”. His words like music to your ears you moan onto his dick pulling him out with a pop and making love to the tip with your tongue. Switching between gentle licks, swirls and sucking of the tip like he was a frosty straw. He felt a hand entwined into you curlys shudders raking through his body. You love how your work was affecting him.
“Please, y/n, can I come into that pretty mouth of yours. I promise our night is far from over” you bring your eyes to his swirling the tip with your tongue, his eyes entranced watching your every movement like a predator waiting for the right moment. His chest heaving up and down, breathes ragged. You open your mouth as wide as possible taking his cock in as far as you can, your nose skimming the flesh at the base of his cock, inhaling his sweet musky scent, your eyes never leaving his. You could feel the flex and twitching of his cock in your mouth. Your free hand encasing his balls. You wait, encouraging him with his eyes and moaning loudly into his cock as your other reaches for his nipple flicking gently within your fingertips. He wasted no time at your silent invitation and responded instantly gripping your curls more tightly. You began sucking harshly as soon as he comenses his brutle fucking of your mouth. Your pussy twitching, convulsing and clenching with his moans and the force as which he was forcing his dick into your mouth, crashing your mouth to his dick with desperation. Your body was shuttering and you felt as any moment you were going to have the orgasm of a lifetime, squirting out onto the back seat.
Your open taking in every facial expression as he went back and forth between watching you take in his dick and letting his head drop back eyes rolling in his head from the intense pleasure.
“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck….ahhh, I’m gonna cu--m….fuck, I can’t hold back anymore…fuck, I’m going to fuck your pussy up after this….” You gasp as he crashes into you violently, never letting go of your head, thrusting into your mouth as he smashes your mouth into his dick over and over again. Your gags, moans music to his ears, your tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks as his load blows into your mouth. You hollow your cheeks sucking the life out of him, leaving him panting trying to catch his breath. A violent tremble shoots through you as felt a satisfying eruption of your own in between your legs, “fuck…(gasping)”.
“Are you ok…” He asks, still trying to catch his breath, his pupils blown and hazy with a fucked outlook.
“Looks like I blew my own load…” You purr still hungry for his cock opening your legs, your pants already unbuttoned and unzipped revealing your lacey satin panties and a very very wet and drenched crotch. Keeping eye contact you reach into your panties with your free hand slowly inching your fingers down and gently slipping them into your wet, dripping swollen pussy. His tongue slowly licking across his bottom lip followed by raking his teeth across sucking in a lustful breath watch eagerly and tentatively your even move. You slowly move two fingers in and out to ensure that he watched and heard every sound of your pussy squelching as your fingers disappeared and reappeared. You wanted him to hear how wet and how much you cam inside just by the sound of it. You knew he was affected as he continued to lick his lips, his body and face leaning in wild hunger in his eyes. You were his cornered prey and there was not stopping him until he devoured you whole. You stuck a third finger in your pussy scooping up the cum from your orgasm.
“This is all just from you fucking my mouth…are you going to finish me?” You purr as you lean forward with your cum still cupped and gathered in your fingers, his mouth flopping open reflexively and in response to your gesture. He leans forward wantonly and takes in your cum filled fingers in his mouth slurping up every last drop of you as you moan pleasuring yourself with your free hand.
“Fuck, Y/n your going to be the death of….fuck….I can’t wait” You giggle as he pushes you back draping down your pants and panties and instantly making connection with your warm pussy. He, burying his entire mouth and nose into your warmth breathing you in before shoving his tongue deep between your lips. Your legs nearly snapping shut around his head but his cat like reflexes pinning them open as he devoured your cunt. Switching between soft licks, hard licks, deep sucking and flicking of your clit. You were shuttering and trembling non-stop and uncontrollably. Moans spilling from your throat, guttural moans, moans of his sweet name.
“Tae Hyung,,,,oh shit, I’m going to cum….” he inserts two fingers as he sucks on your clit pulsing in and out with intense force his free hand twisting your erect nipple in between his fingers underneath your shirt.
“Fuck! Cum in my mouth please baby….please….I need you too…”, with that a gut wrenching moans and grunts escape your mouth as your squirt into his mouth effortlessly. You couldn’t help but reveal in his pleasure and the sound of him begging and calling you baby. He laps up your juices and leans over you crashing his lips into as your tongues dance. He breaks away as you both catch your breath panting. You lay back still overcome with pleasure your mind replay what just happened moments before. You weren’t done and wanted more, you mind still hazy from the alcohol in your system and the sexual high you were experiencing. You watch as he puts his shirt back on and fixes his clothes, his attention now on his cell. You wondered what he was doing, you certainly did not want this to be over.
“What are you doing….”
“Getting us an uber, I told you our night was far from over, we are just getting started…” I smirk across that sinful mouth of his, the glow from the cell phone enhancing his dangerously wicked lustful ethereal features.
“I want to experience every part of you…”
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Thanks so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed! I'll do a Chapter 4 at some point. :)
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Seokjin (The one in the Kitchen)
Disclaimer: Read at your own risk, pleaZe! This is an 'imagine' use your imaginations. Don't get offended if I didn't perceived your perception because again that's your perception. Happy humping reading! 🥵
Warning: smut, unprotected sex (stay protected kids), (light) smacking ass and pussy, over stimulation, big dicc!Jin, creamp!e [[Look at me putting warnings like a big gurl! I listen to your messages...some of them anw]]
WC: 3k (more or less)
An: ✨I went to a 4 days trip, then I had to defend the title for my thesis right after ✨ Valid excuses why I haven't posting in a while, not that anyone cares 🥴 Anw, Mr. Kim Seokjin coming in hawt, enj.
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You don’t usually tag along to your brother’s movie night with his friends, but since you just got dump by your ass of an ex-boyfriend, he has no choice, but to drag you with him or you’ll be stupid enough to get back with that ass hat.
Namjoon is a good brother, but he doesn’t really want you around his friends since some of them “fancies” you (Namjoon’s other words for ‘wants to fuck you’), but it’s better that you are beside him so he can look out for you.
Your hands are inside the pockets of your hoodie, waiting for the door to open after Namjoon doorbells twice. The mansion belongs to none other than Kim Seokjin, he owns the biggest house among their group, so hanging out is always at his place. You’ve been here before, once or twice, but only to pick up Namjoon’s drunk ass.
“Hey, is everyone here?” Namjoon asks letting himself in, but before Jin could answer he made your presence known. “Hyung, I told you I’ll bring my sister right?”
Jin’s eyes landed on you, tilting your head and smiling at him. “Yeah, but Jimin and Hoseok ran some errands.” He answered Namjoon without taking his eyes off you.
Your eyes wanders inside his home, staring at the chandelier down to the walls filled with paintings and pictures of Jin and his family. You knew that he’s rich rich, just not grand-staircase-and-marble-walls-and-floor-rich. You don’t even know why you’re surprise, you just drive pass his 20 feet automatic steel gate and two hectare garden with a literal lake in the middle and a gazebo that’s enough to fit at least 15 people.
When you look for your brother he’s almost out the back glass door, but Jin’s waiting for you to finish examining his home. His thick brow rises at you, asking if you’re done inspecting the nooks and crannies of his abode, you smile as an apology, which he finds innocent.
They don’t really hang out inside the mansion, Jin prefers being in the pool house. It gives him “privacy”, he doesn’t like running into his parents or siblings in the hall. So, the pool house is the perfect place, a kitchen, bathroom, living room and two bedrooms, which he made into his own lair. His friends sometimes crash in with no problem.
“Is that YN?” Taehyung pushes himself up from the bean bag chair and walk pass Namjoon. “YN, Hi!”
You were taken aback from his hug, so you just pat him and said, “Hi, Tae.”
Namjoon on the other hand, wasn’t pleased by Taehyung being cuddly. So he pulled the boy from the hood and glares until he pouted. But he wasn’t the only one who reaches for a hug, once again you were enveloped in an embrace.
“Noona! You’re here!” Jungkook cheered, which earns a groan from Namjoon.
He pulled Jungkook off you, “Stop, hogging on my sister, please!”
Yoongi walked out from the kitchen sipping on his drink, he offered a fist bump, which you gladly touch.
“Oppa.”
“Oppa?” Taehyung repeated, “How come I’m Tae and he’s Oppa?”
Their squinting eyes earn a nervous giggle from you. You only call him Oppa since he doesn’t like being called Yoongi by you. You made an agreement that you’ll never call him that again if he helps you with your music class, hence the name.
“Just be thankful she knows you.” Namjoon rolled his eyes. “Okay, that’s it. Yoongi-hyung, Tae, and JK you sit over there. YN, me and Jin-hyung will sit here.”
You made yourself comfortable on the couch, beside you is Jin and on the floor in a bean bag is your brother. Which is fine, but Jin is bit closer than you want him to be, it’s not that you don’t want it… he just smells so good. If you inhale more of him you’ll get light headed from taking too much of his scent.
Namjoon picked the movie to watch, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, no one protested as it’s a great movie. You tried focusing on the TV as Jin’s cologne invades your head, you’ll get used to it if you just keep on breathing him in, right? Nope.
20 minutes through the movie you felt a pair of eyes on you. “Uhm can I help you why are you staring at me?” You whispered, thought if you’d call him out he would stop and get embarrassed, but you’re talking about Kim Seokjin. Instead, he just winked.
“If you want me to stop staring, stop pouting.” He giggles silently making the couch shake a bit, but no one notices.
It was your turn to stare at him, tracing his face using your eyes. How can someone’s forehead be this attractive? Damn, that jaw line could cut glass. Even his thin and small nose is arousing enough, you wonder how would it feel pressed against your cli- You got distracted when he pushed his bottom lip.
You scoff, “Now, who’s pouting?”
“I just want to check, if you’re really staring.”
How he drag his eyes on you made you sink in your place. He gotta be joking? Where does he get this much confidence? You wonder if he ever gets embarrassed. Annoyed on how he made you blush you get on your feet, “I need a drink. Where can I get one?”
Before Jin could point to the kitchen Namjoon pointed for you, glaring at two other boys, sending warning not to follow you or else. You march your way to a hallway and stand in awe when you reach the kitchen, a fully functioning and furnished kitchen. Based on the ingredients and supplies, it tells that this place is frequently used, but still kept tidy.
You grab yourself a juice pouch and just lean against the kitchen isle, staring at a void. The thought of your ex crosses your mind, but you quickly brushed it off by shaking your head. You shouldn’t be thinking about that cheating jerk. So instead you thought about Seokjin, you’ve had a crush on him since your brother introduces the two of you, but Namjoon already warned you about his friends and how you can’t be in a relationship with any of them. You get that he’s just protecting you, but if he’s protecting you from Jin you’d rather get hurt, because God damn have you seen his face?
“Are you okay?” You choked on your drink as you direct yourself to him, followed his every move. He opens a cupboard and takes out a pack of popcorn before popping one in a microwave. “Namjoon, told us about your boyfriend.”
You groan cursing your brother for blabbing about your relationship, still you corrected. “Ex. Ex-boyfriend.”
Jin nods before slanting, resting his hips on a counter, just beside the microwave. “You really gotta stop pouting.”
“What is it with you and my lips? I pout, it’s a habit-“
“I’m sure we can put those lips to a better use.” His eyes darken.
“Wha- what?”
Jin licks his lips before dragging his feet to yours, stopping just in front of you. Your hands went to the edge of the isle, clutching for balance. Your head became hazy from the sudden tilt of air or maybe just the way he’s staring into your soul with those alluring orbs. Swallowing thickly as he place his large hand on the side of your neck, making you look up, leveling his lips with yours.
“What are you doing?” He brushes his lips lightly on your nose down to your lips. “Seokjin.” You breathe.
You’re fighting your eyelids to stay open because once they closes it’s over for you. You’re in a vulnerable place right now, you’d fuck anyone just to forget your ex, but you were not planning it to happen this soon and definitely not with your brother’s best friend (or maybe with your brother’s best friend). But the way Jin’s holding you and the smell of his fresh breath making it hard for you to control your libido.
“It’s not my fault you keep turning me on.” He licked your bottom lip, teasing.
The moment Jin laid his eyes on you earlier, he knew he wanted you. Or even longer than that, your brother always draws lines with you to his friends. Always off limits in dating or even touching. Everyone gets the notice, even Kim Seokjin himself. So, when Namjoon mentioned that you just got out of a relationship and that you’re coming to his home tonight, he saw it as an opportunity. You can use him as your rebound guy, fuck buddy or you can keep him as a secret, he doesn’t care. He just wants you.
“How am I turning you on?” You took all your energy to grab his hand and remove it from your neck, he didn't even pressed on your jugular, yet you could breathe again.
Jin didn’t utter a word, he places both of his hands on either side of your hips. He kisses you cheeks, dragging them to your jawline, he could smell you again. Your perfume lingers in his nostrils, intoxicating his brain, he couldn’t focus on the stupid movie because he was too busy remembering every note of your scent. He wonders if you taste as sweet as you smell.
Your lips parted releasing shaky air as his hot breath spreads on your skin. His wet kisses tickles, making the hair on your nape stand erect. Once he places a soft kiss on your neck, your eyes flutters close.
“Seokjin…”
The way you moan his name is music to his ears, he wants to hear more of it and he’s determine to hear them tonight. “What do you want, princess?” He licks the spot where he places a kiss before looking back up at you.
“You’re Namjoon’s friend. This is wrong, Jin.”
“It’s better when it feels wrong.” The concern on your face made him smirk, he knows you wanted this as much as he does.
All those times you stare at him whenever he comes over to your place, those times you flinch when he accidentally touches you. Jin is one-hundred percent sure you like him and he can’t be wrong with these things. He’s done obeying Namjoon’s stupid rules about you now that you’re single again. He’s going to lose his mind if he let this moment slips by him.
You side eye to an empty hall connected to the living room, terrified that someone, or worst your brother walking in, “They’re all watching the movie. They’re not even going to notice” He assures, taking your chin in his index to meet with his lustful gazes once again.
You flinch after hearing the microwave, but he just admires your face. Fucking adorable.
“So…” He trails.
Your blinking eyes found his again and nodding, he wanted a verbal consent, but that was enough for him. Enough waiting, his hard cock couldn’t take any more waiting. If he twitches more he might come right now just by looking at you.
Jin pushes his plump lips on yours, devouring those pouty lips that drove him to insanity earlier. He already thought of hundred ways to use those lips, but for now he’ll have a taste. Dipping his tongue inside your mouth tasting the apple juice and your saliva, Jesus Fucking Chris you tasted so divine. The vibration from his groan made you moan.
Time is limited, so he pulled away from the stimulating kiss to spin you around. Your ass pressed against his cock, biting your lip as you feel how huge and hard his shaft is. His hands travels on your neck making your head rest on his shoulders.
He licks the shell of your ear, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll forget that asshole.”
That made you smirk, you want– like that. You want him to show you how irrelevant your ex-boyfriend, show you want you’re missing out, and show you what that dick do. His other hand travels inside your sweat pants, feeling the thin fabric of your panties, Jin tut shaking his head.
“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet?”
“Jin, just please…” He smacks your pussy make you jolt. “Sorry.” You don’t know why, but you’re just sorry.
He rubs your clit through the fabric, the friction and his pace made you whimper. To avoid making noise you bit your lip and Jin attached his on your neck. Flicking his tongue on your skin, everything he does to your body feels so good making it hard for you breathe and stay in balance.
He stops to bend you over the counter, pushing your ass more on his cock. He curses under his breath, how good you look bending over like this; it brings him so much pleasure that he’s seeing you under him right now. Wasting no time, he pulled down your pants together with your panties, just above your knees. His cock twitches at the sight of your exposed ass, he couldn’t help but give it a spank making your skin jiggle, you cry out his name.
“Sorry, princess.” Soothing the redden flesh. His fingers found your core from behind, the slippery juice made it easy for his fingers to slip in slowly, your soft walls clenches on two of his digits. “I already know that you’ll squeeze my dick good with this pussy. Fuck.”
He pulled out his fingers, giving himself a little taste of your juice as he places them in his mouth. Jin couldn’t help, but groan on how tangy and sweet you tasted. He’ll devour you; eat you until his jaw stiffens not now, but soon and that’s a promise to himself.
Pulling down his pants, his erection slaps against his stomach. He growls as he’s never been this hard before, it hurts. Prominent veins are in great display on his cock, hot and heavy balls hanging and ready to burst, pink tip gushing with pre-cum. Just by the judgment of his fingers, he knows he won’t last too long.
“Fuck.” Jin muttered in disappointment. “I don’t have any condoms with me.”
You side eye him from the counter top, “I’m on pill… I mean-“
“Good and I’m clean, don’t worry.”
Before you could say you are clean as well, Jin pushes his tip on your cunt. The stretch was too much for you and he knows it as he pushes slowly making you adjust, shiver crawls down his spine as he felt your walls hugs the head of his shaft. You whimper on every inch that he thrust, and he moans as you clench your pussy on him. You can feel all of him inside you and he’s still pushing more.
Oh, God! Fuck! You reach for him behind you, and Jin held your hand twisting your arm just above your ass. He starts with a slow pace, but once you begged he gladly speed up. Anyone could walk in this kitchen, they could wonder where the two of you went to, but he didn't care. Jin won’t let you go until he’s done.
Jin picks up the rhythm, burying his dick in and out of, and you couldn’t do anything, but to cry in pleasure. He’s careful not to make any skin slapping noise, but the squelching still can be heard. That familiar whirl in your abdomen starts, making your knees weak and legs shakes, “Ugh! Fuck. Fuck. Jin, I’m close.” You yelp.
“Better be quiet or they’ll hear you.” As much as he wants to hear you moan and call his name, he doesn’t want anyone to witness (or stop him, not that he'll stop anyway) on how he fucks you in his favorite place in the pool house.
Your eyes shut involuntarily, sending your iris at the back of your head as your whole body dissolves in pleasure, pussy pulsating in his every push. Silent whimpers and moans escape your lips, it was getting harder to control when his pound gets harsher.
He felt how your legs collapse, so he removes your pants to place your right knee to the counter for balance. “That’s it, keep cumming for me princess.”
“Seokjin…”
“I’m close, hold on a bit longer, yeah?” He bit his lips, shoving in your already pulsating pussy quickens.
Jin felt waves of fire in his abdomen as he chases his high. He slows down and grunts at every spurt of hot cum that’s filling you up. Cursing under his breath as his vision fades to black, and sense of relief pours.
He bends down to place a kiss on you cheeks making you smile and turning your cheeks into rosie pink. "That was heaven.”
Pulling out slowly, and stepping back to watch the mixture of cums drip out of you. Jin smile to himself, but before he could say something lewd about your ass and pussy, a commotion happened in the living room. Jimin and Hoseok arrived, and greet everyone.
Your heart sank hearing your name and Jin’s being called. After pulling up his pants, he helped you with yours. In a matter of seconds you’re dressed again like nothing happened; to make sure you’re presentable you fix your hair. Jin pulls a kitchen tissue and knelt down.
“YNie!” Hoseok greeted, you couldn’t move your legs without shaking, but Hobi didn’t notice that, he didn't even notice that you're out of breath as he hugs you. “Are you okay? You look a bit flushed.” He touches your forehead.
Shaking your head and assuring him with a smile, “I’m fine.”
“Why are you wiping the floor?” Jimin asks behind Hoseok.
“I spilled.” Jin look up to you and manages to wink.
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Mafia! BTS - You're Pregnant and You Don't Want to Keep the Baby
Warnings: mention and discussion of abortion and menstruation, mostly fluff tho
A/N: I've been sick these past couple of days so I re-read some of my old fics. I left off the BTS series on more of a family note but I thought I'd like to write the alternative reaction too. I had no idea I'd be writing this or anything at all but it sort of hit me out of the blue. I hope you like this fic and feel free to send in some requests (no promises, as always). Also, apologies in advance because I didn't proof read.
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Jin
You were sitting on the edge of the bathtub, a positive pregnancy test in your hand. You were biting your lip, your chest heavy with anxiety and fear. Lost in thought and emotion, you had no idea how long you had been sitting there contemplating your decisions when suddenly Jin appeared in the bathroom doorway.
"Y/N, what's-" he began yet lost his words when he saw the pregnancy test at your feet. You were playing with your fingers, biting your lip without even raising your gaze to him.
"Are you pregnant?" asked Jin quietly as he knelt down before you and took your hands in his.
"I think so," you whispered as you nodded your head. "But..." you spoke although you did not know what to say or how to say it. “I don’t think I’m ready… I’ve been thinking… I don’t think I’ll ever be.”
"Ever be what, princess?"
"Ready to be a mom," you confessed. The words felt sour on your tongue. You've always been taught to want to be a mother but deep down you never felt the instinct yourself. Becoming a parent felt like a notion forced upon you and whilst you admired women capable of motherhood, you simply never saw yourself in that role.
You confessed all of that to Jin. He held your hand in both of his, his thumbs caressing the back of your palms as he listened to you.
"Alright," agreed Jin once you had finished. "I understand, princess." He kissed your forehead and caressed your cheek. "I would never force you to do anything you were uncomfortable with. You're my everything."
Tears welled up in your eyes as you heard Jin's warm, gentle voice. You nodded to yourself and could not help but start to cry.
"Oh, princess, it's going to be okay," said Jin and pulled you in his arms. You wrapped your hands around his neck and buried your nose in the nook of his collarbone.
"Are you sure you're not upset?" you asked.
"I told you," he said, pulling away to look you in the eye. "You're the most important thing in the world to me, princess. I want whatever you want," spoke Jin softly and brushed away the tears from your cheeks.
Namjoon
You visited your personal doctor having been under the weather for more than a week. You couldn't keep anything down, not even your favourite foods, you had to pee what seemed to be every five minutes and you were feeling sore all over your body. Namjoon wanted you to see a doctor days ago but you were avoiding going to a hospital. However, you made a deal that if you wouldn't feel better by the end of the week, you would go and here you were.
"It's probably nothing, let's just go home," you said fidgeting your knee as you squeezed on Namjoon's hand that was resting in your lap.
"We're not going anywhere, love," assured Namjoon, "Let's just wait for the results of your bloodwork and then I'll take you home." He kissed your temple as you leaned onto him. You were as pale as a ghost but then again you haven't been feeling like yourself for the past fortnight.
"Ms Y/N?" called the nurse. You and Namjoon both stood up.
"Your test results are back," said the nurse, a strange shimmer in her eye. "Congratiulations, you're going to be parents," she announced.
It can't be. I can't be.
Like the flip of a switch your head swirled with sickness. You tried to catch yourself by Namjoon's arm when suddenly you hit the ground and your vision went dark.
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You woke just moments later, lying on a gurney. A soft groan escaped your lips as you reached for your head and rubbed your eyes. The neon white lights blinded you before you blinked and regained your vision.
"Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me?" asked Namjoon, his voice deep with concern yet he tried to sound calm and collected.
"Joon?" you mumbled as you struggled to sit up.
"Hey, hey, it's alright, slowly," murmured your boyfriend as he helped you up. He brushed the hair from your face and kissed your forehead.
"I was so worried," he whispered against your skin.
"Is it... Is it true? Am I pregnant?" you asked grievously as your eyes filled with tears.
"The blood results say so, yes," confirmed Namjoon. He was still cupping your cheeks, caressing you with his thumbs. "You don't seem too thrilled about this news."
“I’m just..." you began but your voice cracked. "I'm just not ready yet, Namjoon. It's too soon.” Your boyfriend studied you a minute.
"Did you know about this? Is this why you didn't want to go and see the doctor?" asked Namjoon, his voice calm and quiet yet laced with sadness.
"I... I don't how... I suspected it, I mean... My period was late but that could be because of the sickness, I just... I don't know," you mumbled, wiping the tears from your eyes but they kept on falling. "I know you want a family, Namjoon. But I'm not ready yet, I just can't-"
"Hey, shh, it's okay... It's okay, my love," spoke Namjoon and pulled you into his arms. "It doesn't matter what I want, princess. If you don't want this, than neither do I, I promise you."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, I'm sure. Whatever you decide to do, I'll always be here for you, okay, love?" spoke Namjoon as he kissed the top of your head.
Yoongi
You were lying in bed with Yoongi on a lazy weekend morning. He was playing with your fingers and tracing sunlight marks across your arms. You had trouble sleeping all night, tossing and turning, feeling too hot then too cold, feeling anxious and sick and then finally you were able to fall asleep near morning. But that singular moment of being held by your boyfriend, of sunshine pouring into your bedroom relieved you of all tension.
That is until a nasty hot washed over your body and settled in your abdomen. Suddenly, you burst out of bed, starling both yourself and your boyfriend but you had no time for explanation. You burst into the bathroom and knelt before the toilet, vomiting like crazy.
Yoongi burst in after you and pulled your hair back, his free hand gently rubbing your back. You flushed the toilet, thinking you were done when suddenly another wave of nausea washed over your stomach.
"Jagi, what's going on?" asked Yoongi when you were finally able to lean against the side of the bath.
"I don't know," you mumbled as you shook your head but the same moment those words escaped your lips, your eyes opened and widened.
"What?" asked Yoongi.
"Nothing," you said quickly but he was not fooled.
"Tell me," he insisted and scooted closer to you where he pushed your hair behind your ear. You looked up into his eyes, studying him as you considered confiding in him or not. But if your suspicions provided to be true, then you would have to talk to Yoongi anyways.
"What... What if I'm pregnant?" you asked in a mere whisper.
Yoongi froze as if someone had just poured a bucket of ice-cold water over his head. His eyes drained of emotion.
"I don't think..." you began as you shook your head. "I don't think I'm ready, Yoongi... I don't... I don't think I'll ever be ready," you confessed. “I like the way things are. Just the two of us,” you whispered guiltily as quiet tears fell down your cheeks. Something about saying those words felt both like relief and condemnation at the same time.
"So do I," said Yoongi and brushed away the tears from your face. You looked up at him once again, wanting to see if he was truthful or just saying that to comfort you. But it wasn't in Yoongi's nature to lie and neither did he do so in that moment.
"But what if I am pregnant?" you asked.
"Then we'll go and see your doctor," said Yoongi calmly as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He kept his warm hands on your cheeks, brushing away your tears.
"Please don't cry, kitten," he whispered, his eyes locked with yours. His heart was breaking seeing you this harsh on yourself, on something that happened by mere chance. "I'll take care of you, Y/N. Whatever you decide to do," promised Yoongi and pulled you into his arms where you locked your hands around his torso and leaned against his chest.
Hoseok
You were pacing up and down the waiting room, nervous for the result of your blood test. It has been more than five weeks since your last menstruation and you've been feeling far too sick for it to be normal - not only in the mornings but all the time. You couldn't sleep and you were sore all over. Although you did not want it to be true, you were not surprised when the pregnancy test was positive. Still, convenience store pregnancy tests were not entirely reliable so you had to see your doctor before you would even mention something to your boyfriend. You could not even imagine how this happened since you were always using protection.
"Ms Y/N?" asked the nurse as she stepped out into the hallway. She invited you back into the doctor's office where you sat down with your gynaecologist.
"We've ran the tests several time, Ms Y/N, but I'm afraid they always came back positive," said your doctor sympathetically. You told her of your concerns before the tests were made and could not do much else but nod. She told you about your options, about continuing the pregnancy and even adoption but those were not really options for you personally. Even when you saw the convenience store pregnancy test come out positive, you already knew you wouldn't go through with it should it be confirmed by your doctor as well.
"Right," you nodded but your voice was hoarse as if you had been crying. You did not think so yet when you touched your cheek you realized it was stained with tears.
You apologized quickly and took out a tissue but the doctor seemed to perfectly understand.
"Then... Would you like to make an appointment to terminate the pregnancy?" asked your gynaecologist. "I must inform you that you will need someone to escort you home after the procedure; your mom, a friend, your partner..."
That made you think of how you were going to tell Hoseok. Whether he would even want to come with you in the first place.
You nodded and discussed the procedure with your doctor but as you arrived home, your head was spinning from all the information. Your chest was heavy with anxiety and your head hurt. But as you opened the bathroom door, you found Hoseok with your positive pregnancy test in his hands. You froze on your tracks, your eyes widening as his gaze found your own.
"Are you... Are you pregnant?" asked Hoseok in disbelief.
"I just got it confirmed by my doctor," you nodded, your voice falling silent.
"What are you going to do?" asked Hoseok out of breath.
You shook your head as tears crept into your eyes. You couldn't understand why you were crying out of the sudden but you were. Perhaps it was the pressure, the anxiety, the hormones or all at once, yet suddenly you found yourself crying against Hoseok's chest. He sat you up on the bathroom counter and ran his fingers through your hair.
"It's okay, shh, it's okay, my princess," spoke Hoseok softly as he tried to calm you down.
"I'm not... I'm not going to keep it, Hobi," you sobbed quietly. "A-Are you angry with me?"
"What?" said Hoseok as he pulled away, holding your shoulders. "Why would I be angry with you, Y/N? It's your body and it's a big decision. Whatever you want to do, is alright with me, do you hear me?" he asked, looking you deep in the eye. Hoseok brushed the tears from your cheeks as you proceeded to tell him about your appointment.
"They said I need someone to help me home afterwards," you spoke slowly.
"You know I'm coming with you, Y/N," assured Hoseok. "If you like it or not, I'll be there. Always, okay?"
You nodded as more tears fell down your cheeks and you wrapped your arms around Hoseok's neck. "Thank you," you whispered.
Jimin
"Jimin?" you began slowly as you found your boyfriend sitting on the sofa, his gaze firmly on his favourite tv series. But once he heard your voice, his eyes found you and softened immediately. Jimin opened his arms for you and you gladly accepted, snuggling into his chest as your legs rested in his lap. But your chest was heavy with concern and anxiety. You weren't feeling like yourself these past days so you went to your doctor for a check-up. Yet then the results of your bloodwork came back, the doctor informed you that you were pregnant. You had never imagined this to happen and it was beyond you to even try to calculate when or how this happened. But the bloodwork was run several times and there was no doubt that you were pregnant.
You have never even talked to Jimin about whether he wants a family or not, you've barely even thought about whether you want one. But during the past few days that was all you could possibly think about. The more you contemplated it, the more you realized you did not want to continue this pregnancy. There were times in your life when you thought you wanted to have a family at some point but now that you were actually in this moment of decision, you could not possibly imagine raising a baby and starting a family. Perhaps it was too soon, perhaps you did not wish for a family at all. For now, Jimin was all you wanted and could ever need.
"Sweetheart?" asked Jimin, "Y/N? Are you okay?" he spoke once again, waking you up from your thoughts. Jimin pulled back slightly and looked you in the eye. You blinked and nodded your head.
"Yeah, no, I'm, I'm okay," you stuttered although even you did not believe your own words.
"What is it, sweetheart? Tell me," asked Jimin gently and caressed your cheek.
You licked your dry lips and glanced away.
"You trust me, don't you?" said Jimin and raised your chin to face him.
You bit the corner of your lip as you sat up on your own and felt yourself fidget unconsciously.
"I... Um..." you began but you seemed to have forgotten all the words. "I, um... I have to tell you something, Jimin," you said carefully and pushed the hair from your eyes. You were twitching your leg nervously against the sofa but did not know how to stop it.
"What is it? Tell me," insisted Jimin and took your hand, "Are you sick?"
"I'm pregnant," you blurted out. Instead of your chest releasing the anxiety it only grew larger and heavier, weighing you down. Your eyes watered with tears.
"Wh... You're... You're pregnant?" stuttered Jimin, his eyes wide and puzzled like a child's.
"But I... I don't want to keep it. I won't keep it," you mumbled distressed. "I just can't. I don't want to be a mom, Jimin," you hurried as big fat tears fell from your eyes. Jimin watched you as you spoke those words before he took your face into his hands.
"Whatever you decide to do, Y/N, I'll support you," he assured.
"You will?" you whispered timidly, looking up into his big brown eyes.
"What kind of question is that? Of course I will," he assured and pulled you close as he kissed your forehead.
"I'm sorry," you said, feeling guilty as hot tears wet Jimin's shirt. "I'm just really scared," you confessed.
"Hey, there's nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart, okay? Nothing," promised Jimin. "If you don't want to keep it, we can go see your doctor first thing tomorrow, alright?"
"Okay," you nodded against Jimin's chest as he caressed your hair until you calmed down.
Taehyung
You waited in front of the doctor's office for your appointment. It's been the second time that week that you've visited your gynaecologist; the first time because you've missed your period and weren't feeling quite yourself with all the muscle soreness and morning sickness. When your doctor gave you the news that you were pregnant, she could tell by the look on your face it was something you did not want; at least not at this point. She told you your options but to you there was only one - abortion.
"I'm here," said Taehyung out of breath. Your eyes widened as you looked up at his face. You haven't told anyone you were pregnant, least of all your boyfriend who had a soft spot for every baby and toddler in this world.
"Wh... What are you doing here?" you stuttered in absolute horror.
"You don't think I'd let you go through this on your own, my love?" spoke Taehyung softly and caressed your cheek before taking your hands into his lap. His fingers traced comforting shapes in your skin but you were too stunned to notice.
"How did you find out?" you asked dismayed. Taehyung turned to look at you, an utterly foreign expression on his face. His eyes were soft but sad and his features sombre.
"How could you think I wouldn't?" he spoke gently, "They called me since I'm your emergency contact and you didn't arrange for someone to escort you home," explained Taehyung.
"That's... That's why you're here?" you asked slowly.
"I'm here for you, Y/N," said Taehyung and squeezed your hands reassuringly, "And whatever you want."
"I wish you'd told me, though," he added.
"I thought you'd want to keep it," you spoke quickly yet quietly.
"I would," confessed Taehyung, "But it's your body and I would never force you to do something you weren't ready to do, Y/N." He tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear before he pressed his lips softly to your forehead.
Your eyes watered. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Tae," you admitted. As you spoke those words, your doctor appeared in the doorway and invited you inside.
"It's alright, my love," spoke Taehyung comfortingly and kissed your hand. "I'll be right here when you wake up and I'll take you home, alright?"
You nodded and wiped the tears from you eyes. "Thank you," you murmured and hugged him before you went with your doctor.
Jungkook
You were pacing up and down your bathroom, staring at the timer on your phone. You had taken a pregnancy test because your period was unusually late. Although there was no guarantee it was going to be positive, you had a feeling about it. It's been on your mind for days and so was the decision of what to do if you were indeed pregnant. You had no idea what Jungkook's stand was on it but it was your body at the end of the day and you had no intention of starting a family yet. Perhaps one day in the future but doing so now would be a mistake.
Your phone began buzzing just before the test showed you were pregnant.
"What's going on?" asked a deep voice. You gasped and jumped around, startled by Jungkook's presence. He wasn't supposed to be home for hours and you had hoped you had more time to consider what to say to him, how to tell him the news and your decision.
"Is that..." began Jungkook as he noticed the blue-white stick in your hands.
"I..." you stuttered.
"Are you pregnant, Y/N?" asked Jungkook in disbelief as his gaze found yours. His eyes were wide and his lips parted.
"I... I think so," you admitted and showed your boyfriend the pregnancy test. Your hands were shaking from all the emotion. You did not know what to feel. Jungkook frowned.
"Are you scared of me, kitten?" he asked carefully, his voice deep and husky.
"N-No," you said and shook your head. "I... I don't know..." You bit the inside of your cheek, fidgeting with your hands.
"Y/N..." breathed Jungkook as he reached out for you and pulled you to his chest. You leaned your head against his torso as he caressed your hair and you finally let out all the emotion. Tears stained Jungkook's shirt.
"I... I'm really scared, Jungkook," you sobbed quietly. "I... I don't w-want to be p-pregnant," you confessed, your entire body trembling.
"Shh, it's okay, kitten, it's okay," spoke Jungkook against the top of your head where he left soft, comforting kisses. "Everything will be alright, I promise."
"Hey," said Jungkook as you began crying even harder. He cupped your cheeks and made you look at him whilst he brushed away your tears. "We'll see your doctor so that they can confirm you're really pregnant. And if you are, then we'll make an appointment to do whatever you decide to do, alright? Everything will be okay," promised Jungkook once again.
You nodded and hugged him tightly. "Are you not angry with me?" you stuttered.
"Why would I be angry with you, princess?" asked Jungkook astonished.
"Because... Because this even h-happened or I... I don't know..." you whispered as more tears stained your boyfriend's shirt.
"This isn't your fault, kitten. It just happens sometimes," spoke Jungkook quietly as he kissed your forehead.
"And... And you're not angry because I want to end it?" you asked once again.
"I want whatever you want, kitten. That's never going to change," murmured Jungkook against your lips before kissing you gently.
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Seven Days A Week: Chapter One - Monday
Pairing: Jungkook x reader (f)
Genre: Smut
Rating: M - NSFW
Word Count: 5,461
Warnings: Rebound sex, bad previous relationship, Tinder usage, dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, cursing, sir kink, Jungkook slams you up against a wall, kissing like angels fucking like devils, protected sex, messy blow job, communication kink, pierced nipples (ahem....), mention of one night stands, breakfast anyone?
Disclaimers: this is just fiction and not my true view of anyone
Summary: After getting out of a bad relationship, you decide Tinder was the key to breaking your dry spell.
A/N: Well... um... I thought it would be a short chapter. Maybe 1,500 words, but no. The bunny ran away and I followed it.
A/N2: My original plan was to do small chapters every day this week, but if they end up being long like this, I may need to spread them out over the next seven weeks.
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You couldn’t help but feel stupid while waiting for the app to download.
Was this desperate?
You worried your lip between your teeth as the app began to install.
You had already determined you weren’t going to tell anyone what you were doing.
But maybe you should, if you matched with anyone and they wanted to meet up, that was. Someone should know where you were going and who you’d be with.
Your heart clenched. Would your friends judge you? Well, if they did, then maybe they weren’t really your friends.
You were throbbing so hard it hurt and your toys just weren’t doing it.
You’d only broken up with your ex a few weeks ago and you still weren’t sure you wanted to have a serious relationship, but maybe a fuck buddy would be a nice change.
You created your account while holding your breath and scrolling through the selfies you’d taken when your hair and makeup had been done and settled on a few.
You paused, your thumb hovering over the Next button.
What if your brother or coworkers or boss were on this? How would they react?
They would block you and never talk about it. They wouldn’t ever come up in one of your matches anyway. You had nothing in common!
You’re overthinking.
You hit the button
Was this a terrible mistake? You were probably going to get a lot of creeps, but maybe… just maybe you’d get lucky.
You hadn’t been paying attention before your thumb made your mind up for you.
Before you knew it, you were being offered profiles.
The first few were cute, but you swiped them away and then…. He showed up.
His profile read JKaaaaaay.
Your heart forgot to hit a beat or two as your breath hitched. His bright doe eyes seemed to sparkle as brightly as his smile. He was strapped into a harness hanging upside down somewhere mountainous. He wore black long sleeved shirt and black pants that had fallen towards his knees as he seemed to be adjusting a camera attached to his helmet.
Bungee jumping?
You’d wanted to try that when you were an adventurous, rebellious teenager, but now you weren’t so sure you could muster the courage.
You switched over to another picture to see him squatting next to a big black Doberman who hadn’t been clipped. That made your heart melt… just a little.
The next photo was of Jungkook with two other men who were just as handsome as he was. They were out in a field, each of them reclining back to rest their head on the other in a strength and flexibility test.
The next photo was of him in a pub with another man wearing a black bucket hat. The two were smiling and holding up a beer.
The next photo was of him in the gym. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt that exposed his full sleeve tattoo. His hands were wrapped like he was preparing to go boxing.
The last photo was a silhouette of him standing before the Han River. The sky was a brilliant orange that you knew would be giving way to the velvety purple that was descending as the sun set.
You swiped right without thinking about it.
He probably had hundreds of girls vying for his attention. You were almost certain you’d be lost in a sea of admirers and overlooked.
You moved onto the next profile and swiped left a few times before a notification came in that you’d been matched.
You froze. You’d only liked one profile…. Did… did that mean?
No.
No way.
Oh what the fuck?!
You opened the notification and sure enough, Jungkook had matched with you.
Were you interested in chatting with him?
What would you talk about?
You opened the chat to see a very simple opening.
JKaaaaaay: hey :)
It was sweet. Was he shy? Was it possible for someone as handsome and seemingly well-liked as him to be shy?
Well, why not? He was human too.
You: hey :) how are you?
JKaaaaaay: I’m good… just chilling. Do you wanna video chat? I don’t wanna be weird, but it’s hard to check the vibe over text.
He wasn’t wrong. It was a smart thing to do. At least then you could confirm he wasn’t some weird old man or a bot.
You: yeah, definitely!
It only took a couple of moments before you were staring into Jungkook’s eyes as he sat on the floor in front of a white couch. He wore an oversized white shirt and a pair of dark rimmed glasses.
He smiled and tipped his head to the side as he chuckled. “Wow you’re beautiful.”
Your cheeks grew warm as you looked down. It’d been so long since you’d gotten a compliment, you’d almost forgotten what it felt like, authentic or not. “Thank you. You’re really handsome too.”
He lifted his knees and held them with his hands as he gave a breathy chuckle. A pause pregnant with a realm of possibilities settled between the two of you for only a moment. “I’m Jungkook.”
“I’m Y/N.”
“Y/N…” he let his eyes roved up to the ceiling as he murmured your name again. “That’s a pretty name. Well, what are you looking for on an app like this?”
You inhaled deeply and let your eyes trail to the side before shaking your head. “You know, I don’t really know. I… Well, I won’t go too much into it. Suffice it to say, I just got out of a relationship and, well… you know.”
He closed his eyes and nodded, the lights on his side shimmering on the twin piercings in his lip. “Mmm, I can guess, but I think you should tell me."
You swallowed hard and gave a shaky laugh as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt. "Oh, you don't really want to hear it."
He scoffed, a smile playing on his lips as he slid one leg down, leaving his hands wrapped around one knee and letting you see his tattooed hand. "Oh, but I do. Good communication turns me on."
"But it's …"
"But I like having an understanding of what I'm getting involved with. This may just be a one night thing. I may never find out if your name really is Y/N, but if I'm going to your yard, it's important for me to know how this going to impact us. I would hate myself if you regretted this."
He waved his hand between the two of you, signaling the potential hookup.
Your ex never wanted to discuss anything, no matter how small the issue seemed and now, here was a perfect stranger… caring.
It felt alien.
It felt… healing.
"How about we start with an easy one?" You nodded as he took off his glasses.
Fuck… why was that so sexy? They're just glasses! Has it really been so long?
"How long has it been since you last had sex?"
Your mind reeled as you frowned in thought. "I don't know for sure. Seven months? Maybe a little longer? I don’t know why I stayed with him for so long when he clearly wasn’t interested in me anymore. Maybe I was just afraid to be alone.”
His eyes went wide for a moment before searching for something off screen as he thought and nodded. “Is that what’s happening now? Are you all alone?”
You ran a hand over your arm and shrugged as you chewed on your bottom lip. “Yes.”
“What a terrible position to be in.” His voice was gentle and deep.
There was something in his voice, like he was prompting you to ask the question. You looked at your hands, then around your room.
You’d finally gotten your home looking the way you liked it. There were no more traces of your ex. But it was incredibly quiet when you finally came home at night from work, school, or from being with your friends.
It had been so long since you’d been kissed. Would you remember how to even do that?
“Would you….” Your words failed as you worried your lip again and stared up at your ceiling fan as your heart pulsed in your ears.
“Would I… what?” He tipped his head back slightly and smirked. “Use your words, princess and tell me what you need.”
Princess.
You couldn’t help but smile at that. It was nice to have a nickname.
You let out a shuddering breath as your smile grew before swallowing hard. “I… I want… company. I n-need t-to be touched.”
“Touched, hmm? Do you want me to touch you?”
Your lips parted as you looked slowly up at him through your lashes. You nodded slowly.
He shook his head, a smile curling on his lips. “Princess, this isn’t gonna work if you don’t use your words. You have such a pretty voice. Won’t you talk to me?”
Your mouth fell open as you stared at him blankly. You’d never met someone as direct or assertive like him. What would he be like in bed?
Visions filled your mind of him gripping your hair tightly as he fucked you from behind as roughly as he could. Your entire body began to throb
For a moment, you thought you had forgotten how to speak.
What even was the question? Oh… right.
You shifted on your bed to sit with your legs criss-crossed and inhaled deeply. Did you want him to come to your home? Did you want to be vulnerable with him? Could you trust him to be good to you?
You nodded before you realized you were doing, your subconscious overruling your overthinking. “Jungkook, I want you to touch me. I-I want you to show me what I’ve been missing.”
He leaned forward, his interest piqued. “What do you want me to do? I don’t know what you’ve been missing out on.”
He was going to drive you crazy. Your breathing became quick and shallow. If he wanted you to speak? Well… okay. “I want you to slam me up against the wall, kiss me like an angel, but then fuck me like a devil.”
It was his turn to go speechless as his eyes went wide and his mouth slipped over. “Well, alright then. Holy fuck, princess. My place or yours?”
“My place. What’s your number? I’ll text you my address.”
You sent him your address and hurried to your shower. Yes, you had showered that morning, but it was almost midnight and you wanted to be pristine for him.
Freshened up, shaved, oiled, and moisturized, you changed into the nicest lingerie you had, a splurge you’d gotten in a desperate attempt to get your ex’s eyes on you again, and dressed in an oversized button down shirt and a pair of short jean shorts.
Your phone lit up with a text message just as you’d asked Jungkook to do when he got to your place.
Was this a mistake? What had you gotten yourself into? Was it too late to call it off?
Did you want to call it off?
No… you were just nervous. It’d been so long, you’d closed yourself off to intimacy.
A soft knock came at your door, urging you to step out of your shell and trust again. Your heart tattooed an intricate pattern against your ribs as you made your way from your closet to the front door, pushing your hands through your hair while reminding yourself how you told him you wanted him to touch you.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…..
You inhaled deeply before unlocking the door and opening it.
He stood before you wearing baggy blue jeans, a grey hoodie, and a sweet smile. “I didn’t think a florist was open, but if there’s a next time, there’ll be flowers.”
“You’re so sweet.” You stepped to the side and let him enter before shutting the door while he stepped out of his shoes.
He looked around your lounge that you had dimmed the lights in. “You’ve got a nice place. Smells good in here too.”
“Thank you.” You pulled a lock of hair behind your ear and waited for a moment before he stepped close to you, the scent of his sweet cologne drifting up around you.
“So… you still want to do this?” You nodded, unable to meet his eyes. “Princess… are you not talking to me on purpose? Do you want me to teach you how to speak?”
Ahhh…. Oh fuck….
You clenched your eyes shut and nodded. “Teach me how to speak. I want to learn.”
Did this just get BDSM…y?
Oh, shit… your ex really had done a number on you, hadn’t he? Or had this been buried deep inside of you all along?
He gave a long hum, then hooked a finger under your chin, pulling your gaze to meet his. "Does a lady wish to be a good girl? Yes or no."
"Yes." Your voice was soft and shaky as his warm gaze made you melt.
"Good girl. Does this good girl wish to be kissed by an angel?"
Your legs grew weak as you stared dumbly up at him before letting your eyes slip to his lips. They looked so soft and full. "Yes."
He smirked and bit his lip, his eyes scanning the length of your body. "And after an angel kisses you, do you want to be fucked by a devil?"
You couldn't help the moan that fell from your lips. You needed to be touched. You needed to be ravaged by him. You shuddered and nodded eagerly. "Yes, I want to be fucked by a devil."
"Good girl."
You looked down as you tried to control your breathing. You couldn't believe this was happening and with someone so handsome as Jungkook.
It made your head spin.
Your brain went numb when you first saw Jungkook’s feet, then his hands take yours before he walked you quickly backwards until your back slammed into the wall of your entryway. You gasped and looked up at him with wide eyes as he pinned your hands over your head.
His dark eyes looked sweetly down into yours as though you were the most precious being he’d ever laid eyes on. He trailed the tips of his fingers down your palms, then your arms, sending shivers down your spine. He slipped them up to cup your cheeks in his palms and tipped your head up as your arms drifted down to wrap around his neck, drawing him closer to you.
He brushed the tip of his nose against yours, closing his eyes then tipped his head and pressed his lips to yours, drawing a deep breath when he broke from you. He slid his hands down your sides and around your waist as he tipped his head to the other side and kissed you softly again.
He moved again and kissed along your jawline slowly before moving down to kiss down your neck. You ran your hands up and down his back as you groaned, insecurities forgotten as he kissed up to clasp your earlobe between his lips.
You moaned softly as you felt his fingers grip your shirt and unbuttoned the first button. He kissed down to the newly revealed skin, then unbuttoned the next button, kissing down each inch of skin as he went. He paused when he revealed your lacy black bra and glanced up at you with a quirked brow.
"Princess, you are a naughty girl, aren't you?"
"Yes." You whispered and raked your hand through his thick black hair while pushing down on his shoulder. "Don't stop. Want you to keep kissing me."
He chuckled and continued on until your shirt was completely undone. He locked eyes with you as he unbuttoned your shorts and slid the zipper down.
You pouted as he stood and smoothed a finger along your jaw. "You stopped."
He chuckled. "That wouldn't be kissing." He cupped the back of your head and kissed you softly before mumbling against your lips. "That would be eating."
You knocked your head back against the wall and squeezed your eyes shut. You wanted to clutch your hair into your hands and scream.
Did you dare ask?
Fuck it.
"D-do you? Do you eat?"
"The angel is far too pure to do such naughty things." He moved his lips to your ear and whispered. "But the devil does."
"Oh, fuck." You gripped his shoulders as your body trembled. "I need you. I want you. Fuck me. Please!"
"Yeah?"
You tipped your head back as your pussy throbbed painfully. "Please, Jungkook! Please fuck me!"
He pulled your shirt open slowly, grinning when you shuddered again and peeled the garment down your arms until it fell to the ground.
"Do you want me to eat you out?" He tugged you closer by the belt loops of your shorts.
When was the last time anyone had done that to you? Your ex had made it seem like it was such a disgusting thing to do, you'd become ashamed to ask for it. It hadn't even crossed your mind while you were getting ready.
But, God how you wanted it….
"Yes."
You opened your eyes when your shorts were tugged down roughly. You gasped as he sank to his knees and lifted one foot, then the next before tossing them to the side. He kissed your stomach, just above the hem of your panties before hooking his fingers into them and tugging them down your thighs, kissing down your thighs one at a time until you stepped out of them.
You leaned back against the wall and let him move one of your legs over his broad shoulder.
Oh…. This was actually going to happen. He wasn't being shy or hesitant about it at all.
He wanted to do this.
"You're gorgeous. Wow. Look at how pretty you are." He smoothed his thumbs across your lips and pulled them open. "You're so wet. Damn princess."
He licked his lips and leaned in to kiss your mound first before stroking his tongue through your folds, humming and wrapped one arm around your hips, keeping you close and used his big hand to steady your thigh.
The tip of his tongue outlined your core while he hummed again and purposefully ignored your aching clit.
"Jungkook." You bucked your hips and stroked your fingers through his hair as he circled his tongue around once more.
Speak up! the back of your mind chided you.
You moaned and pushed one hand into your hair. "Please, Jungkook. Fingers. My clit. Please."
It wasn't the most coherent request you'd ever made, but he smoothed his tongue over your clit slowly as he skimmed the tips of his fingers down your thigh and pushed his middle finger between your folds and gasped as he pushed into you, slowly thrusting it in and out.
"Fuck Y/N… you're so tight." He eased his pointer finger into you and sucked a breath between his teeth. "I'd be pounding this pretty little pussy every day if I could."
"No one's stopping you." You hadn't realized you were speaking until he froze and looked up at you with wide eyes.
You weren't lying, but you had worried you'd scared him off by moving too fast. He hadn’t made you come. You hadn’t even made it to your bedroom yet.
He twisted his fingers inside of you and curled them towards your stomach, making you gasp and slam your arms against the wall as if he'd pinned you there with his mind.
You whimpered and moaned as he trusted in and out and used his thumb to gently rub your clit.
You didn't know if you wanted to scream, cry, fidget, or let whatever nonsense fall out of your mouth.
He smiled up at you as he searched for your spot carefully.
"Well, you know, that is true. I'm happy to help if you want me to."
"As if I could say no to this every day?" You whimpered and bucked your hips as he just missed your spot.
He kissed your lower stomach and pulled you as close to him as he could. “Oh really? How about I fuck you every day for the next week? Then when your ex calls begging for you to come back to him, you can tell him you’ve gotten laid more this week than you have in the last seven months?”
Then he hit your spot, making your toes curl and your back arch as you cried out.
“Oh god!”
His eyes went wide as he sped up having found what he was looking for. “That’s it, baby. Just relax and enjoy it. Just relax. Let it happen.”
He moved back to suck on your clit as he watched you and clutched you to him as you writhed and pinched a nipple between your fingers. You pushed your fingers through his hair and gripped it tightly to keep him right where he was, loving how he hummed against you.
It didn’t take long for a string inside of you to tighten and snap, sending you forward. You gripped his shoulders as your hair fell down his back, surrounding you both like a shining curtain.
He pulled away from you with a small pop and touched your cheek softly as he whispered. “Good girl.”
He stayed on his knees, letting you hang on to him until you caught your breath. When you had, you leaned back against the wall and pressed your hand to your brow as he stood, still fully clothed.
“You make such pretty little sounds.” He pressed his palms against the wall on either side of your waist, pinning you in place. “The world would be a better place if it could hear your song frequently. May I kiss you?”
You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed you softly and sweetly. The tip of his tongue brushed against your lips then pressed past them to meet yours in a slow dance that seemed to last for only a moment before your body began to ache.
It felt like something in you was breaking, like ice shattering and exposing your molten core that had been hidden away for far too long.
You timidly brushed the back of your hand against his jeans, gasping when you felt his bulge. You turned your hand and cupped it, giving him a small squeeze before he broke away, sucking a breath between his teeth. "Does sir want me to pleasure him?"
"Baby…," he gave a breathy chuckle and ran his tongue over his lip rings. "You didn't mention you were kinky on your profile."
“I didn’t think I was.” You hooked your fingers in the waistband of his jeans and looked up at him through your lashes with wide eyes. “You do something to me that I can’t explain. I’m saying things I wouldn’t normally say… I feel adventurous in ways I haven’t ever felt before.”
He swayed as a smile bloomed on his lips. “Is that so? Prove it. Ask me again.”
You made your voice lighter and airier. “Does sir want me to pleasure him?”
“Yes, sir does. Get on your knees pretty princess.” You sank down as he pulled his shirt off, revealing his broad shoulders, well sculpted and tattooed arms, and pierced nipples.
“Sir is so handsome!” You traced your fingers across his chiseled abs and licked your lips, watching his eyes follow your tongue. “Does sir want me to please him with my pretty little mouth?”
“It’s always the sweet, innocent looking girls that are absolutely fucking naughty, isn’t it?” You giggled and swayed from side to side in a happy little dance. “You may please sir with your pretty little mouth. Show sir what you can do.”
You turned your attention to his jeans and unbuttoned them then pulled the zipper down and only tugged on them once before they fell down and pooled around his ankles.
His black boxers were tight around his muscular thighs that you traced with your fingers. It was like he was a statue of Adonis brought to life. You couldn’t help yourself but to kiss one thigh then the other. Your ex had a nice body, but it wasn’t anything like this.
Nor what was barely hidden from sight. You looked up at him as you smoothed your hand up what you wanted the most, your jaw falling open as he filled your hand.
“Sir is so big!” While he wasn’t astonishingly big, he was considerably larger than your ex. Your body throbbed and clutched at nothing. “Sir must want me so much to be this hard.”
Jungkook gave a breathy laugh as he smoothed his large hand over your hair. “I do want you. I want you very, very much.”
You smiled and bit your lower lip as you inched his boxers down until the tip of him peeked out with the small dollop of precum waiting for you. Without hesitation, you rose up on your knees and kissed it away, humming against him as you savored his flavor. He groaned and pushed his fingers into your hair.
You glanced up at his lust shot eyes as you dragged your tongue down his length as it became exposed while you drew his boxers down until they were around his ankles too. He stopped out of them and watched as you licked up his member and kissed the tip again before kitten licking at the small nub at the base of his head with various speeds, first slow then fast, then slow again before taking the tip of him in your mouth.
“Such a good girl. You’re so nice and warm and wet.” He pulled your head towards him, pushing himself further into your throat. “Think you can take all of me? Hmm?”
You groaned and did the best you could to relax your gag reflex. It’d been so long though that you couldn’t help but to gag. You kept your eyes on his as you urged yourself to go further even as tears slid down your cheeks. His brow furrowed as you hollowed your cheeks and gagged again until your nose touched the smooth skin of his hips.
“Fucking good girl! Holy shit Y/N.” He gripped your hair in both of his hands and slowly thrust his hips. “Took all of me like such a good girl even after all that time. Are you sure you’re not gaming me?”
You pulled back, watching a string of saliva make a bridge from your lips to his cock. “I’m not. I thought I wasn’t good at any of this.”
“Baby, you were lied to by a lying liar who lies.” He watched as you twisted your hand as you began to bob your head, tipping your head one way then the other like you were a bobble head as you went. You’re fucking incredible.”
You hummed and watched his brow furrow as his grip on your hair tightened while your free hand slid up his inner thigh and moved to cup him gently, careful of your pressure as you massaged him with the swell of your palm.
“Fuck!” He shuddered and hunched his shoulders as he tipped his head to his chest. You felt him tighten in your hand as you moaned around him. He was getting close. “I need to be in you. Do you want me to fuck you?”
You pulled off of him with a pop and inhaled deeply. “Yes. Fuck me Jungkook. Please!”
He pulled you up and dipped down to grab a small gold package from his pocket then gripped your ass and hauled you up until your legs were wrapped around his hips. “Bedroom?”
You pointed down the hallway. “That way.”
He kissed you and made his way to your bedroom until he could drop you onto the bed. You giggled and pressed your knees together as you massaged one nipple and bit your thumb while you watched him rip the package open and roll the condom on then look at you. “Ready?”
A sudden burst of shyness made you cover your breasts as he slipped a hand between your knees, waiting for you to nod before he pushed them apart.
He must have seen the look in your eyes because the hunger in his eyes softened as he hovered over you. “I promise I won’t hurt you. I know it’s been a while and you are so tight. I’ll be slow. Just talk to me, okay?”
You nodded and rested your legs against his sides as you let out a heavy breath and began to tremble in anticipation.
He kissed you slowly as he moved a hand between the two of you. “You can always tell me to stop. You’re in charge.”
“You’re so sweet, Jungkook. Thank you.” You smiled and touched your fingers to his cheeks when you felt the tip of him at your core. You nodded and gasped along with him as he pushed into you slowly as if you were losing your virginity all over again.
You clenched around him and delighted in the way he clenched his teeth and tipped his head back as he closed his eyes. You watched his Adam’s apple bob before he began to thrust slowly, quelling the ache you’d had for far too long. “You feel so good. You can go harder.”
His breathing quickened as he did as you requested and thrusted harder.
You were growing dizzy at the pleasure that flooded your system.
This was exactly what you had needed.
You sighed and tipped your hips, roving them until his tip hit your spot straight on, sending a strong surge of pleasure shooting through you.
You cried out and gripped his neck while your walls clutched at him tightly, desperate to tell him that was where you needed him the very most. “Right there Jungkook! Just like that! Oh my god!”
“Right there? Baby girl likes it right there?” He dipped his head, resting his brow against your collarbone before pressing a kiss to the warm skin of your chest as he obediently thrusted in exactly the same way over and over and over. “Stay quiet, Y/N. Don’t want to wake the neighbors so late on a Monday.”
You nodded and allowed him to kiss you and thrust his tongue into your mouth as he drilled into you and pushed an arm under your back to keep you close. He pulled away only to take a nipple into his mouth and suck on it. You whined and bucked against him as his tongue circled around your hardened nub. “I’m close! I’m close! Please!”
You gripped his hair and arched your back as he peppered your chest in kisses. Your legs trembled around him as he pounded into you with everything he had.
“Relax. Relax. I’ll get you there. Enjoy this.” He lifted one of your thighs and groaned as he pushed further into you. “Almost. So good for me, Y/N. So good, princess. Come for me. Come on pretty baby. Come for me.”
You took a deep breath and demanded your body relaxed. It only took a few seconds more of his cock stroking your spot until you clutched him to you and moaned as loud as you dared while your second orgasm ripped through you.
Jungkook buried his face against your neck and groaned against your skin as his hips shuddered then grew still. “Holy shit baby.”
“That… that was…. “ You stared dreamily up at your ceiling as your eyes grew heavy, relief flooding your system. “Wow.”
"Yeah…." He yawned and slid his other arm under you as he sighed against your neck and let his weight rest against you. "Wow."
A few moments passed before you heard a soft snore before letting your eyes close.
The next morning, you drifted awake slowly. It had been a long time since you and your ex had shared a bed. The weight of an arm around your waist and a soft breath on your neck made your soul light as you breathed in deeply.
“You awake, princess?”
You smiled at Jungkook’s gentle voice and pet name. "You stayed."
He nestled closer to you and kissed your throat with a hum. "Yeah… I had someone leave me in the middle of the night and it made me feel gross and used. I didn’t want to make someone else feel like that.”
You shifted to look at him, his hand never leaving your waist. You sighed and touched his cheek with the pad of your thumb. “Thank you. For sharing and staying. Can I make you breakfast?”
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BTS reaction to you being a savage to a mean person
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Cursing in Jimin and Jungkook's part, people wanting to have s*x, stalking,
Jin: "So, I was thinking that we could go to the park later and then watch movies and then-" Jin was cut off. A random male butted in. "You don't even have time for any of that. You must be dumb. By thee time you finish-" "You'll be gone. So mind your own business. It's not like you have anyone to talk to, so why don't you find something to do in your sad time? Or, are you to dumb to do anything?" You sneer at the guy. He looks in shock as does Jin. You take Jin's hand and swing it while skipping. You laugh at his bewildered expression. "C'mon, Jinnie!" "When did you become such a savage?"
Yoongi: "let's go get some ice- cream, you decided. Yoongi trailed behind you, not bothering to object. "All right, Y/N." "Yess!" You see the light up sign that says ice-cream and you start running to it, leaving Yoongi behind. You open the door and smell the wonderful smell of the different flavors. "I'll have a banana pudding cone of ice-cream please," you say, pulling out your purse to grab your card. You hear a snide comment that catches your mind. "Who even likes banana pudding?" You close your eyes and count to 10. Then you open them and glare at the worker. "Why do you sell it? If you do, then people must like it." That makes the worker stunned. "We sell it for people with a bad taste." The worker sneers at you. "Well, if I have a bad taste, why were you eating it? I come here every day, and won't bother with crapp-" The door opens an you see Yoongi. "Just get me what I want and I'll be out." Yoongi stares at you, hearing the whole conversation with a glint of pride in his eyes. "Such a savage." You hear him whisper.
Hoseok: "That dress is so sexy, baby. Especially on you." You glare at a male who decided to comment on your dress. Hoseok was getting drinks and this was exactly why you hated bars. Drunk, stupid, and crappy males who were exactly like him. "Well, guess what bud. I've got a boyfriend, so if you would just excuse me-" "He wouldn't know." You raise your eyebrow and curse, trying to get the man away. He just didn't know when to stop. You took this the hard way. "Alright, person. Listen I already have a boyfriend which I told you, so you must be deaf, I am not in a sexy dress for you, so you must be dumb and blind, and you are obviously drunk, so get away from me." Hoseok watched from afar as you handled the situation. "So savage." He muttered under his breath. He walked over and placed a kiss on your head. "Let's go, jagi."
Namjoon: You were at the gym with Namjoon, running on the treadmill while he lifted weights and talked to you. "I've been reading this book. It's called The Rose. I think you'd like it. I forget who the author is though." You say while running. "Why is there a girl in the gym? And talking about books? Nobody wants a girl like that. You see Namjoon tense up. You look at him and shake your head. "I've got this." You whisper. You walk up to the men, Namjoon following you and you break out into a smile. "Welcome to the 20th century where woman can do things and get equal pay," Then you glare at them, making them cower. "Now, tell me, did you go to school? You must be as stupid as you look. Well, let me tell you something. You have no right to act like that. Sure you can talk like that, but I guarantee you, women will speak back and make you cower like that." Namjoon looks shocked. "Y/N. It's time to leave." He says, still shocked. You put that happy smile on again. "Again, welcome to the 20th century."
Jimin: You were having a party and Jimin looked as uncomfortable I as you. Your dress was slowly riding up as you slouched on the couch. A guy sat next to you and started to engage in a conversation with you. He moved closer slowly and touched your thigh. You looked at him in disgust and move away. He moved closer till you are cornered. "Hey, hottie. How about we move this to my bed?" You kick him in the groin and move away. "I moved for a reason," you say coldly. "Do you think I would want you? If you don't know, I already have a boyfriend, so take some other poor girl to your bed." Jimin appeared behind you giving the man a cold glare. "Get the fuck away from her, man." He warns. "You don't want to deal with me. I know people and will destroy you and your life if you touch her again." The man scurries away and you look back at him with a smile and whisper thank you. He looks and gently kisses you, whispering back, "You're mine."
Taehyung: You were at a museum, looking at the art and facts that were on a little board. You see Leonardo Da Vinci's painting and point at it excitingly. "Look, Tae! It's the Lady with an Ermine!" You and Taehyung shared a passion for art, which was why you two were so close. "Where? Where?" He looks around. Finally he spots it. "Wow. It's so beautifully painted!" You say. Turning around, you see a man that you saw from the entrance. You shake it off, not thinking it was anything serious. Then the man keeps following you, so you turn around and glare. "Go away!" Taehyung looks over and see's the man too and gives a cold hard stare. "If you had a life, maybe you wouldn't be stalking other people. So, why don't you go get one?" Taehyung looks at you in surprise as you turn away and start walking around. The man also looks surprised then gives Taehyung a glare and scuttles away. "Hey, Y/N! Who did you learn that from?" "Yoongi oppa." You reply. Taehyung still was shocked from your savage statement, but moved on with you.
Jungkook: You were in the park for a quick run with Jungkook when a guy caught up to you. "Hey, you shouldn't be running! It's a man's job to be the protector, not yours. You should be a house-" "And when did I care? When did your opinion matter to me? Sure, you can vote, but so can I. You can drive a car, but so can I. And what is 567x34? It's 19278." "You memorized that. What's 39372x29." "1141788." You answer in a beat. The guy looks at you in surprise. Jungkook does to. "Well, babe, we have a smartass right here. How would you like to come home with me tonight?" You crinkle your nose in disgust. Jungkook regains his senses. "Get away from her, asshole. You just criticized her." You glare. "Go away." The man hurried off and Jungkook looked at you in amazement. "Such a savage."
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You, me and Paint
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Part-1
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Pairing: Jungkook x Fem! Reader
Genre: soft smut, can be angsty
Synopsis: make up smut, paint, Anger, misunderstandings, established relationships, love.
Warning: 18+
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Summary: Being mad at a conversation jungkook, ran off to his office, he had a bad day as he scolds everyone he sees in his office...
He stood infront of his house, whether to knock or not, as he knows for sure that you are annoyed and upset at the way he spoke, he didnt feel remorse cause he wasnt wrong, and you shouldn't have pointed his working principles so it makes you both at fault. But both of you being stubborn no one apologised, pushing things even more at edge...
Peeking around the house he found the window facing the kitchen open, as he climbed in with shoes in his hands making sure to knock make his house dirty, as he turns around to see you with annoyed expression plastered over your face asking him,
"What are you doing?"
Ignoring you, he makes his way to the shoe rack as he walks away ignoring you completely to the shared bedroom, as he moves in to take a shower, the bathroom door opens, he walks out with a white towel wrapped around his tiny waist. Water dripping down his well defined abs, as he ruffles his hair in attempts to dry it, steam radiating of his body signalling that he took a very hot shower.
He walks into his office as he sees you working in the kitchen back facing him, spotting a canvas in he rubbernecks it to the preferred height as the idea of painting his feelings down hit him.
Squeezing red and black laquers, with a thick ended brush he lets his feelings flow from his heart to his painting, The shades of red with a little black and bluish golden strokes outlining showing the resplendence of the anger he had inside his hands moving like they had a mind of their own, as he mixed a green and yellow making a new tint, adding it to the spirit if art,
The whole colourless canvas now covered with shades of red and black with a pinch of bluish golden lines in between making it look baffling. He was lost in his painting, his now completed painting. His anger was infront of him in the form of beautiful shades of different hues. The atmosphere of red with a man of golden hugging a girl of greenish-yellow, with their life out burning up in flames as they hug eachother as the fire burns them together...
He was deep in staring at the piece he just made when he hears something fall. It was you, scanning his painting and staring at him with your eyes filled with words and emotions which were left unsaid, he had colours all over him, on his face, near his lips, his left eyebrow. And somewhere near his towel, on his collarbone he then realised he must have wiped it there by accident.
Not letting you see further he covers the painting as as he asks,
"From when?"
"The making of a man"
You answered looking right back into his eyes, he smiled internally realising that a few things that you both could understand without words being spoken.
An eye-contact was maintained, until it was broken by him as he pins you down on the wall nearby kissing you, he couldnt control himself, he couldn't control being pulled by you, his legs leads themselves towards you.
He wanted to stop... He wanted you to push him for all the anger outbursts, he wanted you go push him away... He couldn't stop, not when you are kissing him back with so much passion...
He couldn't help but biting your lips out of frustration, he can't push you away,
After years of spending together and going through every heartbreaking problems together, and multiple heartbreaks as well, you both still stood there together, kissing eachother passionately.
Yet he still had the audacity to think that your love for him is just obsession, when you didnt leave his side, not even once, the moments he pushed you away, you were still there for him, the moments he went back to his ex... You were still standing there your heart broken in 2 pieces, still smiling and saying that you're fine even with tears threatening to fall. You never gave up on him, nor were you planning to, yet he says that your love isnt true...
Or is he too afraid to love you? Or to commit to your love which is too too overwhelming for him? Or your just hard to love and to understand?
Everything running in his mind as he kisses you back, sucking on your lower lip as you submit to him fully...
Should he continue? Should he stop before he ends up taking steps before it ends up somewhere new?
Part 2?
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Which kpop idol do you believe makes an interesting or perfect submissive? Male and female both?
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