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CYBER BOY | JJK (m)
Pairing | Jungkook x Reader
Word Count | 12K, not bad!
Genre | Android! Jungkook x Grad Student! Reader, Fluff, Smut
Summary | Jimin, as much as you love him, is a major pain in your ass. After dragging you to his store against your will (literally) you end up with; the newly manufactured, eerily human Jungkook android model. He's so human, you begin to have questions.
Index | A lot of fluff, reader is terrified, Jungkook is a sweetheart, Jungkook is absolutely whipped, Jungkook is good at anything and everything you could think of, including pleasing you ;), soft smut, Jungkook just wants you to feel good
A/N | You don't really need to know the lore of Detroit Become Human, it's just briefly mentioned in the story. Cyber Life is basically a manufacturer of robots/androids, that's really all the background you need for the story. Enjoy! <3
Jimin’s very busy today talking your ear off. Well, more than normal you should say. Two weeks ago he scored this huge paid internship with CyberLife, a company that currently holds a monopoly over all other tech companies with its superior android manufacturing, innovative technology, and competitive prices that “Are to sure surpass your expectations.” He was ecstatic, going on about how maybe they’ll gift him an android as an intern present (spoiler alert, they did not.) Regardless, they pay him very well for an internship and he loves their technology so he’s still happy. Now, it’s something about a new android he’s droning on about.
“No, I don’t think you understand Y/n.” Jimin clarifies, walking alongside you on the campus pathway. “One in the entire world, only one is being made.”
“I understand plenty, Jim.” You genuinely laugh, side-eyeing him as he questions your intelligence. “I think I understood the first time you said there’s only one, and the second time, and the third, and now the hundredth.”
“And you don’t even want to see him?! I don’t understand!!” Jimin almost yells, wide eyes as he turns to you to emphasize his point.
Ever since Jimin scored the internship, you constantly refuse to ever step foot in the company. Mostly because you know Jimin would try to market to you, and he’s got a reputation for never getting told no. That’s the excuse you always gave, telling him off every time he’d talk about the “low low price of 4,999 dollars!” Secondly, the androids freak you out a bit. They’re hyper-realistic, all the way down to every single man-made eyelash on their face. You’re sure if you look close enough, you could probably see fake pores.
However, you don’t hate artificial intelligence at all, nor are you a part of the momentum-gaining group of “androids are stealing our jobs, and ruining society!” You suppose for you, it’s just how realistic they look, act, speak, and walk. Everything about them is human-like. Maybe if they had a Siri-sounding voice, or walked stiff, maybe you’d get behind the idea of owning one.
“You would try and get me to buy it, why are you saying him? You never do that Jimin?” You ask, laughing softly. “What, you got a crush on him?” You raise your brows, elbowing him with your hands remaining in your pockets, cold air waiting for the opportunity to bite at your skin.
Jimin scoffs in defense, pretending you offended him as he shoves you away. “We were told to market it as him because he’s so realistic most people apparently won’t know the difference.”
“…And you want me to buy that thing!?! An android that is so human you can’t even tell?!” You ask, feet stopping in their tracks. “Jimin, you’re out of your mind.” You roll your eyes, beginning to turn around, and instead, make your way to your apartment complex.
“Nooo, at least walk me to the store like always. This isn’t fair!” Jimin complains like a child, stomping his feet softly in the thin layer of snow that’s beginning to form on the sidewalk. “I just wanted to tell you because I think it’s interesting, I promise I won’t market him to you.”
“You’re a liar.” You turn back, unable to fight back the smile as you walk up to him. “Fine, let’s get going before it starts snowing harder. I’d hate for you to be covered in it and you ruin all your bots with the liquid.” Sticking out your tongue, Jimin mimics you as he does it back.
“It wouldn’t ruin them, c'mon Y/n. They’re waterproof.”
“Jimin.”
“Right, sorry sorry.”
Jimin stops talking about androids for the rest of the walk, instead beginning his daily oversharing session, as he vents about this mystery boy “Taehyung” he’s been seeing. Jimin claims he’s always on campus, everywhere, but you have yet to see him. Secretly, you’re starting to believe Jimin is making parts of him up. He wraps up the rant as you approach the door, “Anyways, he seems genuinely sweet. I think I’ll give it a chance.”
“Yeah, I also think he seems nice. Maybe it’ll be worth it.” You shrug, beginning to pull your arm away from Jimin’s where they’re interlinked.
“Just like…you should give our androids a chance.” You're dragged into the store before you can even get another word in, Jimin locking down extra hard on your arm in case you fight it. As the doors close behind the both of you, you finally give in. “That big box over there, that’s our new one-of-a-kind boy.” Jimin beams, walking you over to it. There’s only the logo of cyber life on the front, no model codes, details, or specifications anywhere to be seen.
“So, what’s he look like?” You ask, finally able to pry your arm away from Jimin’s chokehold.
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know??”
“Exactly what I mean, I don’t know.” Jimin spits jokingly, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “CyberLife is keeping all the details under wraps, I suppose whoever gets him is the first to find out. Personally, I think it’s to see if people recognize it as an android if the owner takes him out into public.” The information feels like whiplash, as does the mixing of it, him, and owner.
“That is the freakiest thing I’ve ever heard.” You laugh. “So, how much is he going for?” You shrug as Jimin smirks at you, eventually punching his arm.
“What, you want him?” He earns himself another punch. “He’s not.”
“Jimin, what the fuck? Is this an empty box???” You're now beginning to think Jimin is fucking with you. Maybe a prank to see how gullible you are to the information he tells you, never really questioning his nerdy rants. “No characteristics, no price, let me guess, no name next huh?”
“Ding ding ding.” Jimin chuckles. “The model doesn’t have a name. He introduces himself to his owner one-on-one.”
“I’m leaving.”
“Wait wait wait, don’t you want to know how you can get him if he’s not for sale?” He coaxes you back to the box laughing the entire time as he speaks. Once again grabbing you so you don’t have a chance to run away, you’re left trapped. If the androids surrounding you in the store are already this realistic, you’re a bit afraid to see what’s in the box honestly. “Aren’t you at least a bit curious, an android not up for sale hm?”
“With the information you just gave me, it’s an empty box up for sale,” You complain, ready to go home and cozy up on the couch with this weather. It’s cold, wet, and you���re already slipping into your winter break laziness.
“It's a raffle.”
“Oh great.”
“I’ll enter you into it.” Jimin beams, running over to a computer behind the cashier counter. You groan loudly, beginning to follow him to stop his antics. “Uhm ma’am, employees only beyond this point.” Jimin changes his tone to his customer service voice, holding a hand in front of your face. “I’ll be with you in one moment.”
“Jimin, this isn’t funny. I’m going to kick your ass,” You complain, glancing over your shoulder to the large box behind you as if he’d pop out at any moment. “I don’t even want the opportunity to own him, people would probably kill others over him.”
“One moment, please ma’am,” He speaks, breaking up into laughter throughout his sentence. You’re helpless as you stand at the counter, watching in disbelief as he types in all of your information faster than the speed of light.
“I wish we never sat next to each other in Introduction to Computer Science.” You laugh, watching him click submit before making his way back to where you stand by the box.
“Raffle results come out tomorrow. That’s why I had to drag you here.” Jimin beams, “If you don’t want him, you can always give him to me.”
Faking a gag, you begin your way out of the store. “I'm going home, Jimin. I'm gonna be spending my winter break alone, android-less, binge-watching movies, so feel free to stop by.” You smile, waving to him from the door. Jimin inserts some snarky remark that you don’t really catch, rolling your eyes at him through the window regardless.
Doing exactly as you promised yourself, you all but melt into the soft bed you’ve been in a long-distance relationship with the entire semester. Now, you’re able to catch up with spring classes being an entire month away. You spend the rest of your afternoon double-checking that all of your assignments are in before allowing yourself to sleep. The next day, you begin your marathons, finally catching up on all the shows you said you’d watch. With a content sigh, you begin your second binge-watching marathon of the break. It’s cut short just one episode in, a small knock catching your attention. Following it, it’s your front door.
“Hi, Jimin, do you wanna-“ It’s not Jimin standing on the other side of the door, not at all. There are two tall men, with a big box placed in the middle of either one of them. “Oh, sorry. I was expecting someone else. How can I help you guys?”
“Is this the residence of Y/n L/n?” One asks, making your throat run dry as you glance at the box behind them. “If you could just sign off on your delivery, free of charge provided by the company.” Glancing down at the paper presented, CyberLife. Shaky hands sign a sloppy signature, the movers quickly move in and place the box in the middle of the walkway before rushing off. Closing the door behind you, you’re at a loss.
Wouldn’t they call you if you won? Or an email? Or mail? Who in their right mind just comes and delivers such an expensive and precious item without some sort of confirmation beforehand??? Your normally cozy and comfortable apartment suddenly feels too small with the box in it, another human-like thing occupying the space.
“Jimin?!” This has to be a prank, Jimin has to be laughing his ass off in this stupid box. With caution, you press an ear against the metal and try to hear laughing, snorting, breathing, anything. The box is white and blue, only confirming the high possibility of an android being inside. “Jimin, if you're in this box, I’m going to kill you for real this time.” You give a fair warning, pressing and pulling hard on the side handle. It opens smoothly, the door not even creaking once as you pull it open.
You jump hard as you peek into it, not Jimin. Definitely not Jimin. Hiding behind the door, you peek once more into the inside to take in the sight. He’s…pretty? Somehow his android skin is activated without even being turned on yet, hair styled with his bangs pushed back from his forehead. His nose is slightly large, but it fits his face perfectly. There’s a small mole underneath his lower lip that you think is an interesting addition to an android model.
With a hard beating heart that feels as though it’ll burst through your rib cage, you abandon your protection. There’s an owner's manual placed neatly in front of his body that you pick up with shaky hands. Activate your android by pressing on its led sensor for 10 seconds. It’s the longest 10 seconds of your life, heart hammering against your bones.
His eyes slowly peel open, blinking a couple of times as he takes in his surroundings. Human, scarily human. He’s careful of your reaction as he steps out of his box to not scare you too badly, pushing the door closed behind him to create more room in the small apartment. “Hello, I’m Jungkook.”
There it is.
You don’t answer, prompting him to continue introducing himself. “I’m a one-of-a-kind android that was beneficial for promotional purposes, but mainly I'm built to be the best companion possible for my owner. I possess old and new features that are designed to make the everyday life of my companion significantly better.”
“Jungkook?” You mumble, his name feels way too human. “What’s your full name?”
“Jeon Jungkook, from Busan, South Korea.” You could throw up everywhere, the realistic bot smiling softly as he stands in front of you.
“Yeah, yeah sorry. I’m Y/n. …you are an android, right? Do you mind if I, uh?” You gesture to his chest. Your brain is struggling to believe he’s an android and not some sort of joke sent to you. Jungkook happily obliges, removing his synthetic skin and popping open his chest panel. Stepping a bit closer, you can definitely confirm that they are CyberLife organs and blue blood. “Okay, sorry I’m just having trouble adjusting, that’s all,” You mumble, closing his panel for him.
“There is usually an adjustment period for new owners. Have you had another android in the past?” Jungkook asks, glancing around your apartment for any sign of one. He takes a couple of steps away from the box, feet making no noise despite being a giant piece of what is essentially machinery. Freaky.
“Oh, no no. It’s not that I’ve been against it, I just haven’t had the money or need for one I suppose.” You explain, feeling like you owe him an explanation as to why you don’t have an earlier model. “I’m a grad student, you see?”
Jungkook nods softly, gesturing to the couch for you to sit down. You follow, a bit confused as to what this could possibly be about. It feels as though he’s about to break up with you, making you laugh softly to yourself as you sit on the opposite side of the couch. “I’m not sure what needs you have, but just let me know and I will do my best to fulfill them. This can range from construction, gardening, cooking, cleaning, companionship, intimacy, etc.”
“Intimacy, what does that even mean in terms of an android?”
“Some androids are designed to carry out human wants and desires for sexual intercourse-”
“Okay, okay, sorry I asked.” You cut Jungkook off before he can give you the long, likely in-depth explanation of their usage. “So, what do you want to do around here? I mean it’s just me, so it’ll probably get pretty lonely unless you come to my classes with me.” You chuckle. “I mean, it’s not very big but it’s comfortable, feel free to help yourself to whatever you’d like.”
“I want to do what you want me to do, Y/n,” Jungkook answers, speaking like a true CyberLife android, a computer.
“God, it’s so weird.” You complain. “You look so human but act like you’re an android, so it’s just throwing me off.” You smile softly, watching as he smiles back. His smile is pretty, perfectly aligned teeth on full display. When he smiles hard, small wrinkles form in the corners of his eyes which you find oddly endearing. “Your LED also is barely noticeable, just all of it together tricks my mind into thinking you’re a human.”
“That’s how I was engineered, with that in mind.” He smiles, “I don’t think I’ll be mass-marketed due to how human my design is, it would likely cause unrest within society.” You nod along to that, it most definitely would only make the anti-android movement worse. “If you’d like, I can adjust my LED to be more of the stereotypical android look.”
“No, no that’s okay. I like you however you present yourself. But, can you change your hairstyle? It’s just a bit too CyberLife, fresh out of the package if you want to go out in public later on.” You shrug, once again feeling the need to explain to him. He does, switching through various hairstyles before deciding on one. It’s slightly longer, with soft waves making it look fluffier than before. It’s still just as dark, but it suits him.
“I can also simulate body modifications such as piercings, tattoos, scarification, split tongue, stretched lobes, whatever you would wish for me to look like,” Jungkook informs, once again sounding fresh out of the box.
“You do whichever ones you’d like, Jungkook. It’s your body, fake or not.” You smile, watching as he shuffles through the catalog of options in his head. A giant smile overtakes his face as he comes out with two face piercings, a couple of ear ones, and most notably his tattoo sleeve.
“Uhm, is this okay? I can always change my setting back if you prefer it-”
“It’s okay, Jungkook. We gotta get you out of your default settings, jeez.” You laugh. “I’m not really sure what to do now, I was watching a TV show if you’d like to watch it with me?”
“I’d love to.” He beams, watching as you jog into your room. (You forgot the name of it already, mind racing 1000 miles a minute with everything going on.) You come back out with blankets to hide it, handing him one as you set up the living room TV. “I’d also love to make you dinner while we watch, would that be okay?”
“Kook, YES. I don’t mind what you do unless it’s like actively punching holes in my drywall. Then maybe I’ll draw the line.” You joke, finally earning a laugh from him. It’s contagious, spreading over to you as you giggle along. You don’t think you’ve completely wrapped your brain around the fact that he’s one of a kind, purposely engineered to basically do anything and everything, and so annoyingly pretty as he sits in your small apartment content as ever. “Also, I’m not sure if you notice, but your footsteps make almost no noise. It’s okay to make sounds. I think if you walk around here completely silent you'll probably scare the shit out of me.”
“Noted.” Jungkook chuckles, sliding off of the couch and making his way into the kitchen. He makes more noise this time, and it’s much more comfortable that way. The soft knocking of pots and pans fills the background, not enough to be annoying but enough to let you know there is someone else here. Maybe, and you’d never ever admit it to Jimin, his addition to your home is starting to feel like it will be a welcomed one.
Getting used to having another person, an android, in the house is a learning experience. The following morning after he was delivered, you had completely forgotten all about him in your half-awake state. After using the bathroom, your feet shuffle out into the kitchen in search of any sustenance before you start the day, Jimin already texting you to ensure you guys are still on for your morning coffee run and walk to the CyberLife store.
“Good morning, I made you-”
You’ve never screamed so loud, so early in the morning. You’re sure you woke up all of your neighbors in a 5-door radius, along with the incoming noise complaint that is surely on its way. You screamed so loud that Jungkook has to recalibrate his audio processing system, standing still for multiple minutes as it reboots.
“Sorry, sorry Kook.” You cackle after the initial fright, hands holding your stomach as you almost cry from laughter. “Adjustment period, remember when you said that?” You laugh harder, making your way over to him. Jungkook laughs softly along with you, not nearly as hard but he feels happy seeing you so happy. He grins hard as you wipe away your tears, your stomach hurting from just how hard you're laughing. “Okay, okay, that’s enough. I have to stop.” With another glance at Jungkook in the kitchen, you’re cracking up again.
“Y/n! I thought I’d be nice and make you breakfast!” Jungkook whines as you continue laughing at him, unable to hold it back for longer than one-minute intervals. You slowly calm down over the course of the next 10 minutes, forcing yourself to not think about it. “Anyway, I made you a breakfast sandwich. I’m not sure if you have anything to do today but-” Jungkook stops talking as he notices your chest heaving, trying hard not to laugh. “Are you-are you serious?? You can't even look at me huh?” Jungkook cracks, smiling hard.
At this point, there are tears rolling down your face. “Sorry, sorry. Okay, I’m done for real this time. Just had to get it out of my system.”
“Uh-huh, sure.” Jungkook jokes, putting the plate in front of you regardless of you continuing to giggle every now and then.
“I’m not sure what you’d like to do today, but I’m gonna go out with a friend for a bit. There’s not much to do here, I’m normally used to being out all the time, but there’s Netflix, Hulu, Disney, whatever you’d like to watch.” You talk in between bites, rushing as you inhale the food. You get ready quickly, awkwardly side-hug Jungkook as a goodbye, and rush off to meet up with Jimin.
Jimin is as ecstatic as ever, going on and on about who he thinks got the android in yesterday’s raffle. He gets his hopes up a bit before going to the store, coming up with the idea that maybe no one won and he’ll be unboxed today. Nerves flood throughout your body, your mind thinking back to the sweet boy that made you breakfast this morning. “Anyway, what’re you up to today?” Jimin sighs after his excitement, strolling along the sidewalk with his drink in hand.
“Probably a bit of holiday shopping, and hanging out with a friend-”
“A friend?! Who? Do I know them?” He interrupts you, immediately questioning.
“No, no I don’t think you do. He’s a family friend of my mom’s side-”
“HE?”
“I hate talking to you.” You laugh, no longer feeling the need to continue talking about it. You ignore Jimin’s prying questions, favoring dismissing all of them. What’s he look like? Where’s he from? Is he cute? What’s his name? Is he nice? Jimin brings up anything and everything. “Okay, we’re here, oh noooo.” You chuckle, pretending to be disappointed.
“I’ll find out eventually.” Jimin sticks his tongue out at you before entering the store. He’s beyond disappointed that the box is no longer sitting in the store, texting you about it as you walk home.
Coming home, you’re a bit more prepared as you enter your apartment, spotting Jungkook in the living room. The upcoming week is your adjustment period, slowly becoming less and less spooked by his presence in your cozy home. Jungkook has learned to turn down his hearing slightly in the mornings until you get used to him, no longer having to re-coordinate his processing system constantly. You’ve also warmed up a lot to him over the week, the sweet android quickly becoming a part of your everyday life and holding a fond place in your heart. You’ve made movie nights become a ritual, cuddling up to Jungkook on colder nights. (He’s aware and even adjusts his systems to make himself put out more heat for you.)
Jungkook is also the best listener you know, listening and taking in all of the stories you’re willing to tell him. He knows a lot about Jimin, as you seem to hang out with him the most. He had dumbly asked if he was your boyfriend, sending you into another laughing fit you were unable to stop. Along with this, he’s started accompanying you out more. Jungkook comes on grocery runs with you, goes to the library with you, goes to the nearby cafe you frequent, and even begins joining you on nights out at clubs. It’s scary how no one realizes he’s an android and doesn’t even bat an eye at him even in android-free spaces.
Most nights out, Jungkook has to fight you into bed in your tipsy state. You appreciate him for it, and all of the patience he shows you. “Y/n, let me take off your makeup.” Jungkook giggles softly, sitting on the edge of the bed as he holds a makeup wipe in his hand. He’s carefully holding your ankle in his palm, keeping you from sliding head first off the bed if you move too much. As you shuffle around to better lay on the bed, he no longer needs to restrain you. Currently, you have the spins, holding onto Jungkook’s clothes in a death grip to ground yourself. Jungkook smiles softly at you. “It’ll just take two seconds, come here.”
You finally oblige, shuffling around to place your head in his lap. “Do your worst, pretty boy.” You slur slightly, smiling up at him.
“Pretty boy?” Kook raises a brow at you.
“Mhmm, my pretty boy.” You nod, wearing a soft smile as Jungkook wipes your makeup off. “You wanna sleep with me?”
“Sorry?” Jungkook almost chokes on his fake spit.
“You’re warm, come, lay down.” You coax him, pulling him down. You’re not laying on the bed the right way at all, heads laying at the foot of the bed. You’re also slightly diagonal, not caring at all as you cuddle close to him for warmth. Jungkook smiles hard as you nuzzle into his chest, one of your legs swinging over his. “Warm, soft.” You hum. You get the best sleep of your entire life, and it now becomes a normal thing for Jungkook to lay with you.
You learn a lot about him during this time as well. One, Jungkook can taste and eat as his program allows him to. He doesn’t need to at all, but once again he was built for companionship and he can’t think of anything sadder than people eating meals alone. You had learned this when Jungkook offered to eat with you, confusing you to hell and back before actually explaining. Now, you always make him get something when you guys go out in public, to really sell the whole he’s just a human drinking his overpriced cafe drink!! Considering other androids don't eat or drink anything other than blue blood, it really adds to his non-android appearance.
Two, he’s been programmed to be good at absolutely everything.
Personal fitness: Jungkook is more than happy to accompany you on jogs, encouraging you but also giving you the peace of mind you need when running through rough parts of town. Along with this, he somehow is able to calculate your strides and distance, which you believe blindly and don’t even question. Lastly, he’s able to carry water and electrolyte snacks that he claims are good for you when you’re physically active. When you refuse to drink, Jungkook jokingly wrestles you into submission until you take at least one sip.
Cooking: Jungkook has taken to making all of your meals, and you’re not even upset about it. Every meal is different but just as delicious, you assume he has some sort of chef programming. When you don’t have an item Jungkook needs, he’s more than willing to go out and get it for you. You’re a bit too anxious to send him on his own, but in reality, he’d probably be okay given his appearance. Despite taking over cooking needs, if you’re lucky he sometimes lets you help out with baking holiday cookies. Jungkook still takes to distracting you, twirling you around with a giant smile to the music playing in the background.
“Kook,” You whine, a giant smile plastered on your face despite complaints. You can feel Jungkook smile as he tucks his face into your neck, one hand holding your waist and the other taking your palm into his own. “The cookies will burn.”
“They still have 3 minutes, don’t worry hun.” Jungkook smiles hard, pulling back to look at you. You match the cheek-aching smile, forced to twirl as Kook easily spins you. Getting carried away, the cookies did slightly burn in the oven.
Makeup (yes, even makeup): Jungkook had offered to help you get ready for a research-related conference, let’s just say you got a lot of compliments that night.
Cleaning: You tell him constantly he doesn’t have to spend his days cleaning, but he listens very minimally and still picks up for you every day. Sometimes he tries to hide it from you, placing a very strategic piece of laundry on your floor to give the illusion that he didn’t clean. (It never works how he intends, once there was a random towel in the hallway while every other room was completely spotless. He was embarrassed about it the whole day.)
Security: He’s not a fighter under any circumstances at all, you can’t even imagine Jungkook getting into an altercation. You suppose he could if he needed, it’s likely somewhere deep in his programming. However, it’s the peace of mind he brings to you every night, you no longer deal with the worry of if your door is locked 1000 times.
Helping with your Grad assignments: Kook is a very advanced computer, how can you not?
And just simple companionship on days you’re worn down and tired. On days when you're very stressed out, he happily does your skincare to help you relax along with a small massage he knows from, who knows, somewhere deep in his computer brain.
“Kook, can you really take your time today, I need the relaxation.” You chuckle, grabbing all of your products and walking out of the bathroom. Jungkook follows, confusion growing even more as he watches you lay down on the floor with a pillow.
“....What are you doing?” Jungkook chuckles, standing over you a bit as he peers down.
“Come, sit, sit.” Without any more questioning, Jungkook sits with his legs slightly separated. You move to lay in between them, pillow on his lap. Ohhh, he sees now. Jungkook pulls out all of the stops he can with the tools provided, doing your skincare and giving you a massage. “Holy shit, you’re good at this.”
You suppose the only thing you’re unsure of with his skills is his intimacy feature, as you haven't had any reason or want to test it. You’ve been curious about the extent of the features, Jungkook is more than happy to once again explain all of his programming to you. Artificial saliva, physically soft skin, artificial bodily fluids, flexibility, shapes created with pleasure in mind, etc. The list goes on and on. He was also more than happy to offer his services to you, bright-eyed and excited about your reaction. You postpone the offer, maybe another time. At this, Jungkook begins his lecture about how it’s detrimental to one’s health to be sexually frustrated for too long that you put an end to, as quickly as possible.
You haven't introduced Jungkook to Jimin quite yet, a bit scared Jimin would immediately clock your android counterpart as exactly that, an android. You have to explain this to Jungkook, who wants to meet Jimin more than anyone else since you seem to be such great friends. He understands the dilemma but still wants to meet regardless.
Maybe four weeks into the break, there’s a knock on the door that catches Jungkook’s attention more than yours. You’re busy getting tangled in the Christmas tree lights that are impossibly knotted, Jungkook trying to help out as much as he can. He’s hesitant after accidentally pulling one of the cords and almost swiping your feet out from underneath you. “Can you go get that please, Kook?” You mumble, lights somehow wrapped around your waist, legs, and neck. Jungkook scurries to do as he’s told, not wanting to take over lights for you.
You can hear the door creak open, followed by a period of silence. “Who are you??” Your hands stop moving, eyes blown wide as you glance over to the door. Shit shit shit.
“Hey Jimin! Come in!” You call from the living room, still hard at work at making the lights cooperate with you. You pray to god he doesn’t see you sweat. “I told you about him, remember? He’s in town for a while on an internship. Jimin, this is Jungkook, a family friend. Jungkook, this is Jimin.” You introduce the two of them. Jimin turns around to face Jungkook, Jungkook quickly catches your eye contact. You mouth to him to turn his LED off completely, which he follows.
“It’s nice to meet you.” Jungkook smiles wide, garland hanging down from his arms as he shakes Jimin’s hand. Jimin shakes his hand back, turning back to you.
“Y/n! You didn’t tell me said friend was so hot!” Finally, the atmosphere breaks as all of you laugh along with each other. The entire interaction is based solely on the assumption you have that no one has seen Jungkook’s design, including Jimin. He doesn’t seem to clock Jungkook immediately, joining in on your and Kook’s journey of setting up the decorations. Jimin gets ornaments in order, Kook garland, and you get lights. Next, you all take turns walking around the tree stringing everything up. The star is the scariest part, Jungkook insists on just lifting you to place it atop the tree.
Jimin laughs his ass off the entire time, watching as Jungkook wraps his arms around your thighs and easily lifts. “Jungkook, my ass is in your face.” You laugh, wobbling slightly as you cackle. Jimin also laughs hard at this.
“I’m not looking, promise.” This only makes the group of you laugh harder. Jimin looks at Jungkook to check the accuracy, falling to his knees as he sees Jungkook’s head at a 90-degree angle looking sideways. “Put the star on!” Jungkook calls, laughing softly. Thankfully, you come down unscathed and unharmed. You all settle in, putting on holiday movies to watch.
“Do you guys want hot chocolate?” You ask, already getting up and making your way into the kitchen to start making them.
“I’ll help.” You send Jungkook a hard glare, seating him back down. “Ugh, fine. You never make mine right though.” He complains, sitting back down and grabbing his blanket once more. You can see him and Jimin talking, but you’re unable to hear it over the movie. Walking back in slowly, you cautiously carry three mugs.
“Here, you big baby. Hot chocolate with extra chocolate and whipped cream.” You hand Jungkook his and then Jimin's. “And regular for you like an adult.” You watch as Jungkook sticks his tongue out at you, making you laugh as you sit down.
“Extra chocolate? Kook, do you mind if I taste yours?” Jimin asks, scooching forward to reach over you. Jungkook mumbles something about wanting his whipped cream, quickly licking the majority of it off the top before handing it over. Jimin glances down at the cup before taking a sip, nodding his head. “Y/n, can you make mine like that next time?”
“Wow.” You laugh, rolling your eyes as you return your attention back to the movie. The night continues without much more commotion, the group of you watching movies and taking turns making cocktails. Jungkook purposely dumbs his down to hide himself, relief washing over you as you’re handed a simple mixed drink. (Jungkook can and will make the most elaborate, bartender-level drinks you’ve ever seen.) Maybe he’s not as clueless as he pretends to be.
“I think I should get going, gotta get up early in the morning.” Jimin yawns, standing up and stretching. “I won’t make you come get coffee with me since I have to be at work at 6 am.”
At this, you recoil. “So generous, Jimin. I definitely would not make it there at 5:30.” You laugh, getting up off the couch to walk him out. “Do you want us to walk with you, it’s a bit late Jim.”
“...Tae is picking me up.” You gasp as Jimin opens the door. Jimin slaps a hand over your mouth. “And NO! You can’t meet him tonight, I have to at least give him a warning in advance.”
“I hate you.” You sigh, jokingly shoving him out of the door frame. “I’ll see you soon, loser. Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe and so I know this weird, unknown, creepy Taehyung that I’ve never met didn’t kidnap you or something.” Waving goodbye to Jimin, you can finally breathe as you shut the door. “He’s skeptical of you.” You huff.
“I know.” Jungkook mumbles, “I think the hot chocolate and drinks convinced him, though. He stopped being skeptical after that. Now, he’s skeptical and thinks we’re dating.”
You don’t know how Jungkook can tell, but you believe him. With a long sigh, you return to the couch, plopping down back onto the blankets. “He’s too skeptical about everything.” You laugh. Kook follows you into the living room, laying down on top of you. “He wouldn’t care that you’re an android, Kook.” You reassure him, “I just don’t want that to be your description and introduction to people we meet.” Jungkook nods in agreement.
After the small bout with Jimin, Jungkook settles in very well over the course of December.
He makes breakfast, wishes you a safe trip before your departure if you’re doing somewhere without him, sometimes earns himself a peck on the cheek that makes him blush bright red, picks up around the apartment or organizes, and then just hangs around until you get home. He genuinely believes you getting home is the best part of his day, can’t even imagine a better person to wait around for. Sometimes you guys will go out for the evening if you’re not tired, other nights you both stay in and watch tv or movies cuddled close together.
For once, you’re not spending the holidays alone. Over the last couple of years, you had always gone over to Jimin’s apartment for company if he was still in town. Other times, you just spent the holiday watching movies. “Merry Christmas Eve, Kook.” You hum, sitting close to him with your head resting on his shoulder. Your knees are folded underneath you, facing Jungkook’s lap but not on him. Jungkook rests his head on yours, a blanket tossed over both of your laps. You’ve already made cookies and Jungkook started cooking ahead for tomorrow’s Christmas dinner. Jungkook has been scolding you constantly for making him do dumb childish Christmas activities, cookies for Santa, carrots for reindeer, etc. You think it’s cute.
“Merry Christmas Eve, pretty girl.” Jungkook hums back, reaching over to hold your hands. He’s taken to calling you pet names, making you blush furiously every time.
“Do you want an early Christmas present?” You smile hard at him, glancing up at him.
“Is that even a question?” Jungkook giggles, watching as you jump off the couch and immediately sprint into the bedroom. He can hear loud rummaging, and he’s about 99% sure you’re in the closet. You come out with a medium-sized gift bag, presenting it to him. Placing it in his lap, you watch with a giant smile as he opens it. Somehow, he reaches underneath his set and instead pulls out your matching pajamas. “Y/n, I don't think these will fit me.” He chuckles.
“How do you go underneath the top thing?” You scoff, snatching them out of his hands and quickly hiding them behind your back. Kook chuckles softly as he finally pulls out his set, a giant smile plastered on his face as he examines it. “And, I also have one. So we can match.” With loud laughter, you and Jungkook begin sprinting to the hall. You duck into your room, and Jungkook disappears into the bathroom.
Your heart feels heavy with emotion as Jungkook steps out of the bathroom on the other side of the hall, you stand in the doorway of your room. “Y/n, thank you.” Jungkook mumbles, voice wavering a bit as he reaches out and takes your hand in his. You could cry as he pulls you into his arms, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Thank you for everything.”
“C'mon now, don’t get all sentimental Jeon.” If you get any more sentimental, you’ll cry. “You’re not going anywhere for a while.”
“I wouldn’t even think of it.” He smiles, leading you back to your Christmas movie marathon in the living room. Watching movies for the rest of the night, Christmas comes before you even realize it.
“Merry Christmas,” Jungkook speaks softly, once again kissing your forehead.
“Merry Christmas, my sweet boy.” You kiss his cheek in return, fighting the blush away.
Christmas is exactly what you’ve dreamed of, eating together, watching movies, opening gifts, setting up and playing with said gifts, and spending plenty of time cuddled up together. For Jungkook’s gifts, you got him a game system and a phone to keep him busy once the spring semester starts in a couple of weeks. Jungkook’s quick to input your number, demanding it as soon as it comes out of the box.
“Are you ready for your presents?” Jungkook smiles.
“Am I huh?” You question, raising a brow. You weren't expecting anything since Jungkook is an android, and therefore is unable to work unless it’s programmed into him. Along with this, he hasn’t asked you for any money within the last couple of weeks. “How, Kook?” You mumble as he comes out of your apartment's small storage closet with gifts, a bright smile on his face.
“I maybe, maybe not, went out and did college kid’s homework and assignments for cash.” Jungkook cheekily smiles, avoiding the look you give him. He’s lucky he’s so sweet and kind, otherwise, you’d scold him to hell and back for it. At least he was able to get around without being clocked as an android, you choose to look on the bright side. He sets the prettily wrapped box in your lap, yet another thing he’s good at. It’s a new bookbag and a recipe book, Jungkook’s pretty handwriting, and little doodles filling the pages. There’s a card in the bag, you already know it’s going to be sentimental and doubt you’ll be unable to read it without crying.
As you suspected, you’re in tears by the end of the card. You sniffle hard as you press it against your face, hiding your tears from Jungkook. “Nooo, don’t cry. That wasn’t my intention.” Jungkook coos at you, wrapping you in his arms with ease. “Your bookbag seemed to have a lot of miles on it, I figured I’d get you a new one for the upcoming semester. The recipe book is in case you ever want to cook for me, since you always complain about never being able to make me dinner.” Jungkook explains. “And the note is just my gratitude, I suppose.”
“I told you no more sentimental stuff.” You chuckle, wiping your tears off your face as you turn to properly hug him. “Sorry I didn’t write you a card, I didn’t even think of it.” You mumble.
“I don’t need a card, trust me,” Jungkook speaks softly, kissing your cheek where a tear stain still remains. “Do you wanna get back to our movie?” With a nod, Jungkook is quick to put it back on and pull you close to him, allowing you to lay on his chest. The movie begins to wrap up, your mouth opens before you can rethink it.
“Kook?”
“Hm?”
“Do you wish you were human? Or do you wish you were given to a different owner?” You ask curiosity just genuinely wanting to know his answer.
“I’m not sure, really. I suppose being a human has a lot of rules for socializing, existing, and everything else. I know I’m not a human, but it does feel like I am so I suppose that’s close enough for me to be content.” Jungkook explains, shrugging softly as he holds you to him. “And I don’t wish I was given to another human, I really like it here. I think if I were with anyone else, they’d likely treat me like an android and expect me to, idk, act like one. That seems like a stupid question, given my completely sincere and heartfelt letter.”
You giggle, nodding to agree with him. “Yeah, probably. It’s easy to expect you to act like a perfect android when that’s how you were marketed, after all.” You giggle, sitting up to peer down at him. Your hands rest on his chest to support some of your weight. Jungkook is very pretty, even prettier peering up at you with eyebrows slightly scrunched together. “I still just can't believe you’re an android, Kook. Sometimes I don’t think about it and just see you as a person. Can I ask you something?”
“Anything, always.” Jungkook grits as he stares up at you.
“You’ve been using I think and I feel, Jungkook.” Jungkook tenses hard underneath you, fear momentarily flashing across his face. “CyberLife programming doesn’t do that. Were you built with a missing code, or did you break your coding when you got here?” You ask softly, hands meeting his face and gently holding it in your palms. Jungkook seems scared, fighting for an appropriate answer to your question. “I like it, Kook. I was hoping this would happen, but I wasn’t going to try and recode or reprogram you myself. I just want to know. Your note was also a dead giveaway, Jeon.”
“...I broke out of it partly when I got here and you started asking me to just be myself and not be my program.” Jungkook answers truthfully, “And then I broke out of it completely when it wouldn’t let me feel love for you, platonically or romantically. I didn’t like it, so I got out.”
You smile hard at him, rubbing the stress out of his face softly with your thumbs. Leaning forward, you place a soft kiss on his forehead. “I love you too, Jeon.”
Jungkook’s hands meet your knees on the couch, holding onto them as you sit on his lap. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable Y/n,” Jungkook almost whines underneath you, squeezing your knees. “But my programming, it’s uhm, on, right now. I can’t really control it just yet, it's created to react to your actions and body. And you’re, uhm moving a lot right now. Just give me a minute to-”
“...What if I want to, maybe, utilize these features?”
“Oh fuck,” Jungkook whines, hands coming up to cover his face momentarily. His head pushes itself back into the throw pillow he was resting on. You smile as his hair spreads out around his face as he does so.
“Only if that’s what you want too, Kook.” You mumble, shuffling slightly to better distribute your weight on his lap. Jungkook genuinely whines, his hips bucking slightly against your own as he searches for friction. You rise to your knees slightly at this, Jungkook quickly moving his palms to seat you back down. His warm hands splay across your thighs and finger tips digging at your hips, holding you down. Excitement bubbles deep in your chest, knees squeezing Jungkook’s waist a bit tighter. “Kook, I can feel you.” You whine as his hands press your hips into his, the pajamas much thinner than you realized before. “I need words, Jungkook, for confirmation.”
“Y/n, I’ve been offered my services for weeks. I have been out of my program for weeks as well,” Jungkook grins, hands sliding, moving your hips to grind down onto him. “There is nothing I want more.” He answers honestly, sitting up to meet you. “Please, let me make you feel good.” Jungkook meets your lips, extremely soft as he kisses you. He waits for you to respond, too scared of making you uncomfortable by moving too quickly. Kissing him back, Jungkook is quick to pull you close, chest pressed flush against one another.
His eyes quickly meet yours as you pull him back softly by his hair, searching your face for any discomfort as quickly as his computer brain can process human emotion. You don’t give him much, your eyes scanning across his features as you take them in. “I just wanna see my pretty boy, that’s all.” You reassure, pecking his lips a couple of times as you guide him to lay back down on his back. He happily lets you do as you please, god he’d let you do anything. His eyebrows knit together as your cold hands slip underneath the pajama top, easily slipping it up and off. Jungkook is quick to follow, tossing your top off before quickly pulling you down to him, warm skin pressed together. “So warm, Kook.” You mumble against his lips, your hands finding purchase on his biceps.
“So soft, you’re so soft.” Jungkook groans against your lips, hands kneading your skin underneath them as he explores every inch of exposed skin. He rubs goosebumps away every now and then, holding you even closer. “Let me make you feel good, pretty girl. Lay back for me." Jungkook's voice is husky, lips never fully leaving yours as he talks to you. You follow his instructions, moving to lay on your back as he quickly follows. You’re completely flipped now, Jungkook in between your legs as he leans over you.
His palms never leave you longer than it takes to remove clothing, lips working their way along your jaw. “So perfect for me, just for me. Always wanna be with you, Y/n.” Jungkook almost babbles into your skin, leaving dark marks in his wake. Sooner than you can comprehend, you’re completely bare before him.
“Kook, this feels unfair,” You complain, reaching to pull at his pajama pants.
Jungkook basically rolls his eyes at you, pulling at his pants and kicking them off behind him, not paying much attention and basically clearing the coffee table. “Would you just focus?” He smiles, having to bite back a soft laugh.
“You just swiped everything off the coffee table.” You comment dryly, also having to bite back a laugh at the situation. “You know, you’re literally a house robot, you’ll be cleaning it up-fuck,” Jungkook isn’t listening anymore, sliding down to his torso and nipping at your thighs.
“You were saying?” He humors you, diving in before giving you a real chance to answer his question. It’s impossible to talk, mewls and whines slipping through every time you try to come up with some witty, snarky response. Jungkook, smug, knows that. He’s unrelenting, face buried in between your legs with no signs of moving.
“Kook, how are you, fuck, so good at this?” You whine, hands reaching down to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer to you. Jungkook, at the pull, groans, animalistic as he gives you exactly what you want. “Kook,” You mumble, hips lifting off of the couch to grind against him.
“Yes, there you go, pretty girl.” Jungkook groans against your skin. You push and pull, moving him exactly how you need, how you want. Jungkook, ever eager to please, could get off on this alone. His hips unconsciously grind against the couch, needing some sort of relief, it’s almost torture. “Gotta get you ready, feel good, hm?” Jungkook asks softly, vibration shooting straight to the knot in your stomach. One that only tightens as his fingers move, easily sliding inside, kneading at exactly where you need him.
“Is this a programming thing?” You whine, clenching tightly around his fingers from the pleasure. He knows exactly what you need, exactly how to give it to you.
“It's wanting to please you.” He answers quickly, going right back to his work. He can feel you react as you grow closer, clenching tighter around him, grinding harder against his face, thighs closing in around his head. “Feel good, hm?”
“Too good,” You whine, legs beginning to shake as you draw closer, body on fire. “You’re going to make me cum, gonna cum for you.” Your voice cracks, coming unraveled on his fingers. Jungkook relishes in it, committing every sound to memory, every shake, every twitch of your thighs around his head. He groans as he tastes you, tastes it, arms wrapping tighter around your hips to hold you in place.
“Kook, need more, need you,” You whine loudly, hands reaching to his shoulders to pull him up. He follows, moaning softly when your legs wrap around his waist.
“Need it, or want it?” He asks, kissing along your skin, “Take it pretty girl, take all you want.” Jungkook leads, softly pulling you up to straddle his hips. Kook pulls at his boxers, helping you maneuver around to get more comfortable. “Gonna let you lead, make yourself feel good.” It all feels like too much, body on fire as you grind against him, easily slipping along his cock. Your legs are just now recovering, shaky as you pick your body weight up, easily sliding down.
“Kook, wait wait fuck,” You whine, hips pressing themselves down until he’s buried as deep as he can, stopping all your movement. “Feels good, really good.” Your skin is on fire, and you have no doubt that your cheeks and ears are bright red. Trying to find purchase anywhere, your hands grip his forearms where they hold your waist. He feels too good, your mind feeling fuzzy as your chest rises and falls as you try to calm down. Pretty, he looks so pretty underneath you as he peers up through half lidded eyes. A small wrinkle forms in between his brows as he focuses all his attention on your pleasure.
“Pretty girl~” Jungkook almost coos to you, leaning up to press your foreheads against one another. “Let me take care of you, I’ll be so gentle I promise. Lemme make you feel good.” He reassures you, grinding against you to prove his point. Shapes with pleasure in mind weren't a lie, his cock perfectly angled to catch that soft spot inside everytime. Placing your hands onto his chest, you regain a tiny bit of stability as you slide along his cock. The little bit of composure you have is short lived, Jungkook’s beginning to slide out before slowly pushing back in, only stopping when your hips connect again.
“So deep, Kook,” You can only whine, arms losing their strength as you slip down, only holding your hips up and resting on his chest. “Sorry, it feels too good,” You apologize as he does all the work, thrusting while also maneuvering your hips to target where it feels best. Everytime he bottoms out, he’s sure to grind against your clit, only adding to your overwhelmed state. You’ve barely even started, barely even moved, and you’re panting like a bitch in heat. A giant smirk comes across Jungkook's face, pride blooming in his chest as you whine and pant all for him.
“Feels good, hm? You’re gonna be a good girl and let me hear you come for me?” He rasps against your ear, one of his hands moving to hold the back of your head. “So pretty, beautiful. All for me.” He encourages, making your face flush further as he forces you to stare into his eyes. It feels as though if you were pinched hard enough you’d wake up. “Come for me Y/n, all over my cock, wanna feel you.” It hits you out of nowhere, almost blind siding you as it washes over your entire body. Your thighs clamp down around Jungkook’s waist hard, trying to still the stimulation. He doesn’t allow such luxury, determined to thoroughly ride you through the orgasm, continuing his movement until you’re almost begging.
“Kook?” Your voice is rough as you finally speak up, shaky hands meeting his chest as you push yourself up once again.
“Hm?” He acknowledges you, hands running across your skin to smooth out any goosebumps that remain. You’re about 90% sure his touch is what’s sprouting them, but you don’t have the mindfulness right now to tell him that.
“Why does it feel so good? S’like I can't even think with you inside me.” You whimper as you feel him throb, hips beginning to grind against him for some sort of stimulation. Jungkook beams underneath you as you instinctively fuck yourself onto him, so desperate for pleasure. Your brows knit together and bottom lip is quickly caught between your teeth as you grind your clit against him, cock nudging your g spot simultaneously.
“Hmmm, I don't know. Scientifically there are multiple answers for that. But realistically, it’s likely my design and programming, and the fact you haven't been touched the entire time I’ve been here.” He chuckles at the last bit, reminiscing on all the lectures about sexual health and how too much frustration is a bad thing, “You’re extra sensitive, and I know just what to do, where to touch, how to make you tick, Y/n.” He teases as he slowly rubs the pad of his thumb into your swollen clit, the sensation making you cave in on yourself as you try to avoid it. “Cute.”
“Jungkook, m’serious!” You slur, rocking softly.
“I know pretty girl, I know. I can tell.” Jungkook chides, clearly finding some sort of humor as he watches you shake and twitch because of his cock. “You feel good, hm? Help yourself pretty.”
“I'll try,” You nod, your bottom lip finding its place between your teeth once more. Your feet lift a bit to hook around Jungkook’s inner thighs, giving you some sort of leverage to fuck yourself up and down. The very first movement is already pulling a whine from past your lips, so sensitive already. Jungkook's eyes are fixated where the two of you are connected, giant eyes watching his cock disappear and reappear. He feels himself throb as a ring of your cum begins to form, deep, deep pride and smugness brewing.
“Taking me so good, riding me so well.'' Jungkook praises, feeling his cock jump once again as your thighs begin to tremble softly. “Feels good?” Jungkook coos, palms beginning to run over the muscle.
“Really good,” You nod, biting back moans. Jungkook moans softly when you tighten around him, hands reaching up for your face.
“Be my good girl, let me hear you. Gotta hear how good my cock makes you feel,” Jungkook moans softly as you tighten around his cock. His fingers gently slip into your mouth, running along your tongue to hold your mouth open, preventing you from biting down on your lip again. “There you go,” He smiles as you moan and whimper, drool beginning to pool around Jungkook's fingers (not that he minds at all.) “I need to know how good I am to you,” He cracks, a small whimper slipping as he finishes his sentence.
“You look so pretty, Kook-ah,” You babble around his fingers softly, looking down at him. The visual is almost enough to make you cum on the spot, so unbelievably worked up it almost hurts. The way he’s peering up at you like you’re everything to him, chest beginning to artificially flush, lips bright red, cheeks beginning to match. His hair is still splayed around his head, creating a pretty halo. “Gonna cum again for you,” You whimper, hips meeting his own with a small slap.
“Good,” He smiles, rubbing small circles in your clit when you begin avoiding grinding onto him. It makes your legs shake further, your moans growing as you’re unable to muffle yourself, one hand still holding your jaw. You cum hard, thighs shaking harder than you’ve ever experienced before. Jungkook's sensitive to your reaction, slowing down his movements to allow you to ride through it without it hurting too much. “Good girl, so good for me, feels good, hm? Just a bit longer,” He talks you through it gently, voice honey to your ears.
You nod, riding through it for as long as possible. As you finish, your body slumps forward, arms wrapping around Kook’s neck as you hug him close. “Do you not cum? Is that not how this works?” You chuckle softly, his cock still throbbing softly.
“I can, when I feel that my partner has been thoroughly pleased and satisfied.” He informs, his CyberLife popping out for a quick moment. You shake, holding him closer. Jungkook wraps his arms around you, gently stroking your hair as you calm down.
“You’re going to be the death of me, how much more satisfied am I gonna get?”
“We’ll find out.”
“Jungkook,” You pull back the slightest bit to catch his face, a cheeky smirk written all over it. He leans forward, placing a soft kiss onto the tip of your nose.
“I gotta make up for the weeks you were celibate.” He softly grinds up into you, filling you with a wave of want once more. “I need to satisfy you,” He teases, kissing along your jaw and beginning to trail down to your neck. “Make sure no one else ever does it as good as me, no one else can make you cum like I can.” He continues, beginning to sit up and make you sit up as well, easily lifting both of your body weight.
“Fuck, Kook,” You whine, allowing him to maneuver you onto your back, never slipping out once. You can feel him throb softly, beginning to work himself up.
“So even if you look elsewhere, all you’ll think of is me, this pussy all mine, always,” He bites down softly into the flesh of your shoulder, leaving a light mark. “My girl,” He smiles, leaving light marks once more. His hips instinctively grind into you as he talks, not giving you a break for a second.
“All yours, Kook. I'm all yours.” You whimper softly as he slides out entirely, slowly filling you up again.
“Fuck, Y/n,” He whimpers into your neck, seemingly beginning to feel affected. “So tight,” He pants softly, hiking your legs up before pinning them to his shoulders, hands placed firmly on the couch underneath you. He’s deeper like this, able to target exactly where you need him without even really trying to. He slides out slowly, snapping his hips forward this time. It forces a moan from the both of you, sharp spikes of pleasure shooting up your back.
Jungkook holds his torso up, strong arms flexing and veins beginning to show. Your hands grip hard at his biceps, trying to find some sort of stability as he easily folds you in half, hips unrelenting as he snaps them forward. You can't quiet down, mind becoming fuzzy as you moan and whine for him.
“So tight, just, ah fuck, pulling me in, Y/n.” Jungkook pants, hands beginning to form fists where he holds the couch underneath his palms. You clench around him, words shooting straight to your core. “Don’t, shit, do that,” His hips falter the slightest bit, head falling forward slightly.
“Want you to cum with me, Jeon,” You mumble softly, arms reaching around to claw and pull at his back, pulling him closer. “You'll do that for me, please?” You ask, catching his eye contact as he pulls his head up. He lets out a soft moan as you make eye contact, abs beginning to contract as he fights off his pleasure. Fuck, he’d do anything for you.
“Need you to cum again first, just one more,” He speaks softly, reaching forward and pecking your lips softly before pulling away, he leans back a bit, giving himself more room to maneuver. His hips snap hard, chasing both of your highs. You almost complain at the loss of closeness, but quickly forget about it. “Let me have it, Y/n, need to feel you,”
It’s expected, but still rips through you, head thrown back into the couch as you shake hard. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, almost panting through your orgasm. Jungkook's hips don’t relent, chasing his own high. A loud whimper falls past your lips, hands reaching down in an attempt to push his hips away, “I know, I know, just a bit more, gonna cum for you, just like you asked pretty,” He consoles you, reaching down and softly pulling your palm up to his lips. He softly kisses your palm, hips stuttering and becoming uncoordinated as he teeters on the edge.
“Please, Jungkook, cum in me,” You whimper, the overstimulation almost too much. Your hand holds the side of his face, his own hands falling to hold onto you.
“Fuck, fuck, cumming for you,” He whimpers, hips surging forward, cumming as deep as possible. You whine and twitch as he continues, throughly fucking his cum into you until he’s satisfied with the mess the two of you made together. His chest rises and falls, small pants slipping past his soft lips as he leans forward, holding you as close as possible as he kisses you, slow and deep, passionate. It makes you throb, quickly pushing him away before you get going again.
“Kook,” You smile hazily at him.
“Right, right,” Jungkook chuckles softly, pulling out as carefully as he can. He's covered in your cum, and you’d probably be more embarrassed if you had a sense of rationale left. “So fucking pretty,” He comments, and you meet his eyes to see what he’s talking about. He’s not staring at you, he’s looking at your pussy, hands hiking your legs up by your knees.
“JUNGKOOK!!” The embarrassment begins to come back as does your rationality. Your legs pull against his hands, closing in on yourself.
“I mean it,” He laughs softly, letting you go as he leans forward to kiss you once more. “C’mon,” He smiles, wrapping his arms around you and easily lifting you. You don’t pay much attention, but you know he’s walking to the bathroom based on the direction he’s going. He runs you a warm bath, consistently checking the temperature for you. He waits with you while it fills, softly rubbing out sore muscles to the best of his ability, kissing the dark marks in your skin. Once it’s filled, he carefully helps you in, making sure you don’t slip. Once you’re fully in, he gets up and begins to make his way out.
“Kook? Can you not take a bath?”
“I can, I just need to clean up really quick first. I’ll be right back, promise,” He smiles, kissing the top of your head before leaving. You can faintly hear him shuffle about, evening declaring the space clean enough before joining you in the bath, sliding behind you. “You feel okay?” Jungkook asks softly against your shoulder, voice making goosebumps sprout against your skin. Your head is leaned back against his shoulder, back completely rested against his torso. “Anything hurt too badly?” He asks genuinely, not looking as he kisses the bite mark on your shoulder he left behind.
“Yeah, I feel okay,” You smile, nudging against him softly. “I need to know though, how does your cum work? Do I have to buy a plan B or? That’d be kinda freaky, technology so advanced it can create life.”
Jungkook genuinely laughs, making the water slosh as the both of you bounce softly. “No, no. It acts as a lubricant actually, so we could keep going if we really wanted to.” He smiles, arms wrapping around your shoulders as he hugs you close. “I wish though, you’d be such a good mama for me,” His voice vibrates against your skin, his palms splaying across your stomach where he holds you close. Once again, your pussy aches as he talks softly against your skin.
“Do not!” You warn, pushing his face and hand away as it begins trailing further down. “We'll be going round 2,3,4, and 5 if you keep it up.” You laugh, trying to get away from him.
“C’mon, pretty, relax. Let me clean you up,” Jungkook giggles as you slide away from him, trying to sit on the opposite side of the tub. He grabs your ankle, easily manuerving you to rest against his torso once more. He does as he promises, gently cleaning all the fluids and sweat off of your body, hands ghostly as he tries not to stimulate you any further. “I love you Y/n.” Jungkook sighs softly as he finishes his work, arms coming to wrap around you.
“I love you too, Kook.” You smile softly, craning your neck around to kiss him gently. You carefully maneuver your feet under you, shakily standing out of the water.
“Easy there, bambi,” He chuckles, holding his arms out on either side of you in case you really do lose balance and slip. He's persistent in his precaution, careful to hold his arms out until you’re securely on the bath mat on stable footing.
“C’mon, finish cleaning up so you can come warm me up,”
“I like the sound of that-“
“Jeon.”
“Right.”
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I need some rough sex with jimin. Maybe he makes her sit on a vibrator while he fucks her face?? If you’re not comfortable, that’s totally understandable. Sorry if this was a bit much. Thank you love!
— rough ‼️ | pjm
prompt: rough sex w/ jimin.
⸝⸝ pairing: bf!jimin x fem!reader
⸝⸝ warnings: smut, vibrator, creampie, bf jimin, rough sex
⸝⸝ word count: 1k
⸝⸝ note: n/a
nsfw, 18+, minors dni
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you stand in front of jimin as he sits on the bed looking up at you , playing with the tiny bows on both sides of your lace panties. you lift up your right leg and place your knee on the bed beside him , standing up on one leg only now. jimin rubs on your back slowly , not saying anything.
you stay this way for a few moments before he pats your other leg , a sign he wants you to sit on his lap. you do so , wrapping your arms around him as he holds you tightly and closely. you stare at him for a moment before leaning in for a kiss. jimin grabs onto your neck , holding you in a kissing position and squeezing slightly. he harshly kisses you , biting on your lip as he pulls away after a few seconds. you stare deep into his eyes , the sparkle in his eyes bright as he becomes more aroused by each passing second.
he softly kisses your collar bones , leaving wet trails of love on your chest. you giggle as his lips feel ticklish against your skin. you feel him becoming hard under you as he begins to rub your butt , playing with your panties once more. you adjust yourself on him in a way that signifies you’re growing impatient. he smirks and takes off his shirt , tossing it off to the side. he holds you steady as he stands up , plopping you beside the bed.
he turns you around , making you face the bed. he bends down onto his knees , moving your panties out of the way and spreading your butt cheeks. he sloppily licks you up , humming into your vagina as he eats you with pleasure. you grab onto his wrist , but he continues. you grip onto the bed covers , your eyes fluttering as jimin continuously licks your vagina , rubbing his nose against it. he stands up and grabs you roughly , walking you over to his desk chair. you balance yourself on your knees as jimin holds the chair , keeping it from rolling away.
jimin rubs his cock over his boxers , feeling how hard he is. he groans , feeling hornjer than ever. you look back at him with a smile , wiggling your butt , still impatient. jimin smacks it , walking off to the nightstand for a condom. he unwraps it and slides it on his cock , fully protecting it. he walks back over to you , holding onto one of your butt cheeks as he then grabs his cock and pushes it inside of you with no warning. you twitch slightly , taken off guard.
with no hesitation , jimin starts to fuck you , groaning and sending sharp tingles through your body as he spanks you. the chair moves uncontrollably , your moans filling the room.
jimin slams into you , pulling out and grabbing you by the hair. he brings you back over to the bed , only beside it. he bends you all the way over , you prop your hand on the floor to keep yourself steady. he holds onto the sides of you as he resumes pounding you , the sounds of the tiny bells on your panties ring everytime he thrusts inside of you , forcing you to take all of his inches.
you feel your thighs dripping with wetness and pre-cum , wanting so badly to cum on jimin’s cock. “im so close” you say in a stutter. jimin picks up the speed, teasing you. you stand up holding onto the bed as jimin turns to face the bed and props your leg onto it. the feeling of his balls smacking against your pussy make you feel even more wet.
jimin slows down , out of breath. you turn to face him and see sweat sliding down his abs. you smile at the work you’ve put him through. he grins back , placing his hand on your shoulder , making you get on your knees. his cock is still hard , and you wonder what he’s going to make you do next. he opens the nightstand and pulls out a vibrator , turning it on and turning it to your favorite setting. he hands it to you. you hold it under you , letting it massage your clit , sending waves of pleasure through your body.
jimin looks down at you , watching your eyes as you close and open them , resisting the urge to cum. he strokes your hair gently before suddenly grabbing onto it and lifting your head up. “take it off” he says. you grab onto the condom and pull it off , a loud pop sound as it comes off fully. he grabs his cock and shoves it in your mouth. he groans at the warm temperature of your mouth , stroking in and out.
you turn the vibrator setting up , your legs becoming weaker. jimin fucks your mouth , practically gagging you. he scoots closer to the bed, your head mashing into the mattress everytime he thrusts his cock inside of your mouth. you look up him , your eyes watery and on the verge of an orgasm. you skip a breath as your legs begin to shake. jimin grabs you once again and puts you on your back and making you open your legs wide.
he aggressively pulls of your panties and slides back into your vagina. he grabs the vibrator and tosses it to the other side of the bed. he pounds you , making the bed shake and squeak. he rubs your clit up and down in a fast motion , whispering for you to cum for him and to cum all over his cock.
your hips feel tight as your body begins to shake profusely as you orgasm onto his cock. you feel him twitch inside of you , taking out his cock and cumming onto your stomach with loud groans.
you feel tired and out of breath , but wanting another round. jimin’s completely sweaty now as he plops onto the bed out of breath and tired. he reaches over and grabs your neck again , kissing you before plopping back onto the bed and closing his eyes.
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⨽ title: cherry balm
⨽ summary: you start using a new lip balm and jimin loves the taste.
⨽ pairing: jimin x reader
⨽ genre: fluff, established relationship
⨽ warnings: kissing
⨽ word count: 891
⨽ a/n: if you cringe towards the end forgive me. writing kissing scenes is a struggle for me lol.
There was a soft smile on Jimin's face as he watched you move around his kitchen.
"Where do you keep your big bowls again?" You asked as you closed another cupboard.
"In the bottom cupboard to your left," he said, and you hummed in response before opening it and taking out a bowl.
He loved days like this. Days where'd you decide to come to his place and spend the night.
"What're you making?" he asked as you began to set the ingredients on the counter.
"Chocolate chip cookies," you told him. "I don't think I've made them for you before."
"You haven't," he said, getting up from the bar stool and making his way to the island. "Do you want me to help with anything?"
"Remember what happened the last time you lent me a hand?" You asked, pouring flour into a measuring cup.
The last time you were here, you made cupcakes.
What started off as playfully putting flour on each other's noses and cheeks turned into you being covered in flour.
"I don't want to clean up a mess like that again..." he chuckled. "I promise this time I'm going to behave."
"I'll let you help me put them into trays," you smiled, causing him to playfully pout.
"Please?" He asked, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder.
"I won't be able to move properly like this, Jimin," you huffed, trying to get the man off you. "I said you can help me put them in the trays. I'll even let you try the batter."
He only hummed in response before burying his head in the crook of your neck.
One thing Jimin loved about you was your love for vanilla. It was your favourite scent and flavour.
The majority of the baked goods you made were vanilla, and almost everything you used smelled like vanilla. You shampoo, your body wash, your perfumes, everything.
Jimin's favourite was your lip balm. God, how he loved the Oh So Heavenly vanilla lip balm you used.
"Do you want a chocolate chip?" You asked, popping one into your mouth and humming at the taste.
Jimin lifted his head and nodded, opening his mouth and saying: "Ah."
You smiled before popping two into his mouth. "You know you could learn to make these if you just focused on what I was doing. So you don't always have to wait for me to come over for you to have something baked."
"Even if I learnt... I don't think they'd taste as good as yours," he sighed, letting go of you.
"You'll be using the same recipe, so they'd definitely taste like mine," you said. "Here, you can taste the batter and tell me how it is."
You handed Jimin a teaspoon of the batter. "Please tell me if it's too sweet."
When Jimin put the teaspoon in his mouth, his eyes widened at the taste. "If this is how the batter tastes like this, I can't wait for the cookies."
"Is it too sweet or not?" You asked, taking the spoon and tossing it in the sink.
"It tastes just fine to me," he smiled, giving you a quick kiss.
"Don't kiss me when you have batter on your lips," you whined, licking your lips.
"I can't see my lips," he chuckled, licking his lips to get the batter off.
Jimin's face turned in confusion as he licked his lips again.
Something was different, and he couldn't put his finger on it.
"It's off," you told him, walking to the oven to get the tray.
"Baby," he said, and you hummed. "Can you kiss me again?"
"In the kitchen?" you asked with a frown, placing the tray on the counter.
"Relax," Jimin told you, knowing how you felt about being intimate in the kitchen. You were okay with hugs and pecks but nothing more. "I'm just asking for a kiss. Nothing more."
"Fine," you huffed before walking to him and kissing him again.
Jimin's hands made their way around your waist and pulled you closer when your lips landed on his again.
They were still sweet with the taste of chocolate from the chocolate chip batter. But instead of your sweet bubble balm, he could faintly taste something new. He wasn't sure what flavour this was he loved it.
Jimin suddenly lifted you up onto the counter, causing you to gasp. With your lips parted, he slipped his tongue inside your mouth.
He stood between your legs, a hand in your hair as you continued to kiss him.
"You changed your lip balm," he breathed when you eventually pulled away, your bodies still close.
"Yeah," you whispered, catching your breath. "I couldn't find another vanilla bubble balm, so I had to get something else. Does it taste weird?"
"Not at all," he told you. "What flavour is it?"
You unconsciously licked your bottom lip. "I think it's cherry."
"Cherry?" he asked, lips brushing against yours, and you hummed in response. "Keep using it for a while."
And his lips were pressed against yours again. He wasn't sure if it was because he was different compared to what he was used to, but the taste of your lips was almost intoxicating.
He couldn't think about anything other than how he really hoped you'd use this cherry balm for a while.
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OUCH | pjm
Summary: you hurt your foot and Jimin thinks your gonna die
Pairing: boyfriend!jimin x fem?reader (mentions pronouns a few times)
Word count: 2.4k
Rating: PG
Genre/Warnings: established relationship, injury, pain, implied?verbal abuse, explicit language, kissing, FLUFF HEH (my favourite), oc is so in love with Jimin
Note: hello fellow fluff lovers, i’m so sorry i’ve been ia for 10 months i was focusing on finishing my final year for college. tbh creative writing isn't my strong point it’s more of a side hobby so please understand i won’t be updating regularly i’ll probably be posting more so when I'm bored and feel like it ahahaha. I do want to point out thanks to all those who liked my previous stories. I really do appreciate it it’s great motivation!! anywho this story was based on when i hurt my foot (it was a more gross story but still hurt like a bitch) i tried limping home but the entire time i wished someone would carry me and care for me the way jimin does in the ff (sad i know). i originally wanted it to be longer going into detail about Jimin’s backstory but i thought short and sweet was better SO ENJOY i hope you all like it :)
and as always please let me know what you guys think and if you want more stories like this! please also leave a like and/or reblog if you enjoyed reading! :D
A warm sensation spreads through your body, engulfing you in a comforting embrace. You couldn't help but smile as a sense of contentment washed over you. The day had been a success. You followed every command and every instruction that your superiors had asked you to follow. Starting a new job was a challenging experience, one you hadn’t gone through before. The memory of your previous employment still haunts you, the echoes of your coworkers' voices reverberating in your mind as they berated you for the slightest of missteps. Not only was it stressful to deal with that every day, but you would also feel even more drained coming home after the endless regrets ran through your mind.
The more you worked at that god-awful place, the more your thoughts grew—were these issues truly insignificant, or were they looming large and you simply lacked the perspective to see them?
Your boyfriend, Jimin, was constantly begging you to quit the job since the sight of you so wrapped up in absolute guilt crushed him every day. Jimin only wanted what was best for you. The stubbornness he had over you was often a hard take but it was only ever going to be beneficial. As the begs increased in volume, your guilt scaled high, resulting in an endless cycle.
You knew you had to do it. Gathering yourself mentally and emotionally to utter those two liberating words took a great deal of courage.
"I quit."
You said it slightly quietly, still unsure. but you were stern about it with an attempt at a demeaning stare. In your head, you felt pretty confident with the way you delivered it, only to have that confidence descend with the sudden scoffs followed by the classic response, "Is that supposed to impress me?"
Perhaps Jimin was right. The testosterone in the room was unbearable at this point, and that slow, excruciating deterioration of your brain was just really not worth it. Staring back at your manager, you remained undeterred.
"I'll be handing in my notice tomorrow."
It was never worth creating an argument with your manager or anyone who lacked basic brain cells, in fact. That simple interaction only changed you for the better, and slowly but surely you felt you had a little more respect for yourself.
As you navigate the bustling street after your third shift, a palpable aura of rejuvenation surrounds you, causing your steps to take on a playful bounce. The faint aroma of coffee lingers on your clothes. The joy felt completely surreal, almost like time and space had been warped. Though the relentless bombardment of verbal abuse made your mind gradually deteriorate, it now made even the most challenging tasks a mere cakewalk.
The rain had been hammering down on the cafe windows for most of the day, so when you were met with the fortunate sun slowly peeking out from the clouds, you felt enveloped with its warmth, feeling it gradually filling your mind up with a little extra dose of serotonin.
Several metres or so away from your workplace, in a small back alley, you could smell the damp brick encroaching on your senses. Looking farther ahead, you saw the recent confrontation you were only slowly getting used to. It was amusing to you that a couple of steps were the only thing you had to worry about in your new day-to-day life. It was a sign that you were at least doing something right. You braced yourself for the steep steps that lay ahead while keeping in mind the wet, slick concrete.
And at that moment, the serotonin vanished. As the calmness of the moment dissipated, a surge of anxiety and adrenaline took over. Your heart plummeted as you failed to catch those final steps. Your foot barely brushes the step's edge. As you stumbled, your ankle gave way beneath you, sending you tumbling to the ground.
You squealed, trying not to make any noise, as a wave of pain shot from your foot up through your body when the weight followed.
"Ouch,"
You hissed in pain as you sat at the foot of the steps. Looking absolutely helpless. The surrealness seemed to slip away as the situation unfolded before your eyes. Your mind wandered in silence. As you glanced around, a wave of relief washed over you as you realised that no one had witnessed your mortifying disaster.
I'm fine. I'm fine. You managed to convince yourself that you could make it home since the distance to your house was less than a mile. I can limp; it's fine. You reached for the railing and attempted to pull yourself up, only to be reacquainted with the searing pain you'd felt before.
Fuck.
You personally don't like to worry excessively about pain and injuries because you've always considered it a waste of time to acknowledge the warnings your body gave you. As the numbness set in, you realised that the situation was far worse than you had initially thought. Your body lay still and unresponsive, leaving you with only your thoughts to keep you company.
Along with the overwhelming urge to get up and leave, you also had the nagging fear that someone could hear a small person yelping at the bottom of the steps and decide to make a huge deal out of it. You know one person, Jimin, who would take his time over an insignificant issue. He would be the one to hire a golden carriage and transport you in grandeur, as the conclusion to convincing you that you needed to rescue yourself from those said scary steps. That was the worst-case scenario in your mind. However, it reached the point where you would rather have him make this big of a deal than a complete stranger who would have thought you were weak, whereas Jimin was certain that you are not.
A soft, sad sigh escapes your lips as your hand instinctively reaches for the back pocket of your jeans. With fingers trembling in anticipation, you searched for Jimin's name. As you raised your phone to your ear, you sensed your heart rate accelerating. Your nerves were on edge, and you did not want to burden Jimin with any additional worries. Making Jimin anxious was punishment enough. Every day, catching a glimpse of Jimin's radiant smile was like a burst of sunshine, flooding your world with a second dose of serotonin. But the thought of not being able to bring that smile to his face or turn it into a beaming grin was gnawing at your insides.
"Hey, ___, I’m so sorry. I’ll be home soon! I’m just out with Namjoon and Hobi!" Jimins' amplified voice, together with the distant chatter in the background, echoed through the alleyway. "No, Jimin i-"
"It was just- Hobi wanted us to come see designs after work, and naturally we all piled into the bar! We are finishing up now!"
"Jimin, that's not why I'm calling…" You replied with a low tone.
"Huh?? Sorry babe, I can't hear you that well!" You chuckled to yourself at the agonising situation. Oh Jimin..
"Jimin, I fell.."
"Sorry, what was that??"
"I don’t know Jimin. I fell down these steps, and I can't get up. It's so embarrassing. I don't know what to do.."
"Shit. Stay there. I'm coming now. Where are you?" The way Jimin's entire demeanour shifts over the phone, it intimidates the hell out of you.
"I’m just outside that alleyway from my work... Do you know the one?"
"Yes, I do. I’ll be there in five minutes." And with that, Jimin ends the call.
"Fuck. That was my girlfriend. I’m so sorry guys, I have to go" Jimin, on the other hand, was shitting it. Hearing your frightened voice over the phone was enough for him to travel day and night to you.
"Is something wrong?" Namjoon asked, apprehensive. He'd only see Jimin's expression like this when something was seriously wrong.
"I'm not sure, I think she’s hurt. I'll see you guys soon." Jimin said, frantically stuffing all his things in his bag. "Aw, alright, I hope she’s okay," Hoseok chirped.
"I hope so too. Bye!!" And just like that, Jimin literally flew outside the bar door. Foot harsh on the pedal. On his way: to you.
You kept your eyes on the cracks along the walls, waiting for Jimin. In the end, a few people did come by, but you covered it up by sitting on the floor and talking on your phone, and they didn't seem to notice. It's currently quiet as the sun is descending. But eventually you could hear faint, sporadic panting in the distance. It was the said saviour of the day.
"___!! Oh my god, oh my god, are you okay?? What happened?!?" Jimin gasped, looking at you like a precious gem that had cracked.
"I’m alright, just a little stumble. But I can't stand up, and it’s annoying." With a faint chuckle, you replied. You looked up at him, hoping to see his gaze soften and persuade him that it wasn't such a major issue, but his anxious expression didn't fade.
Scrambling towards you, he examined your ankle carefully, gently touching it in the process.
"Hm, I’m not a doctor, but I think maybe you sprained it. We should go to the hospital." He announced it sincerely.
"NO. I mean- no Jimin, no hospital, please; it’s not a big deal."
"Are you sure? I mean, you said you couldn’t even stand up?" It was endearing that Jimin tried to convince you, but because you didn't want to feel even more embarrassed, you simply scowled at him and hoped he understood what you were trying to imply.
"Okay, okay, let’s go home then." Jimin let out a little giggle at your silliness. But he now knew it was time for him to take on the doctor role and oh how Jimin would take that role very seriously. "Right, I need to carry you to the car then, can you try and get on my back?"
Jimin crouched in front of you after turning around. You used your entire upper-body strength to push yourself onto Jimin's back by reaching for his shoulders. His arms came back around and supported you from behind before he stood up and repositioned you.
"You okay?" Jimin asks once again. "Yes. Thank you, Jimin."
You scoot closer to his back, not just so he can carry you, but also so you can embrace him. Jimin carefully made his way back up the steps and onto the busy street, attempting to find his way back to the car park. You felt embarrassed by the many stares so you cuddled your face closer into the back of Jimin's neck.
It felt safe there, and you could smell his perfume's mild flowery scent mingled with the peppermint notes of his shampoo. Oh, how he always smelled so good. You smiled into his neck and pecked him lightly. This elicited a slight chuckle from him.
Jimin gently places you in the passenger seat and carefully rearranges your legs. He tightens the seatbelt and ensures you're safe and secure. You glance up at him, speechless. After the manner in which he's been treating you, the decision to call him for assistance felt extremely justifiable. As your gaze lingers on Jimin, he catches your eye, and a soft chuckle escapes his lips once more.
"Is this okay?" Jimin asked with a grin. "Yes, Jimin, this is perfect." As your gaze met his, a rush of warmth flooded your heart. The way he looked at you with such tenderness and affection was a feeling beyond words. To have someone who cherished you so deeply was truly a gift beyond measure. A rosy hue crept up Jimin's cheeks, causing his smile to widen even further.
Closing your door and driving back to the house was quite quiet, but it also felt soothing and safe at the same time. Jimin carried you on his back once again while fumbling to retrieve his keys from his pocket to open the door. Making his way to the sofa, he plopped you down softly.
"Okay, wait there. Don't go anywhere; I’m going to find a bandage." You laughed and shook your head at his stupid yet endearing joke.
When Jimin returned 10 minutes later, he did not only return with a bandage but also with half the house. Blankets, pillows, comfy clothes, a big bowl of snacks, and on top, the said bandage. You couldn’t even see his concentrated face through the massive mountain of love.
Your laughs echoed throughout the room once again while Jimin dumped everything beside you. He then carefully helps you undress into your loungewear and, following a YouTube tutorial, attempts to wrap the bandage around your foot. Watching him all focused on you made your heart flip around the room. He is so adorable.
"Okay, I think that’s good. Now do you want a pillow under your foot as well?" Jimin asked you politely. "I think it’s alright like this." You look at him, smiling.
"Hm, scratch that, I’m getting you a pillow."
When Jimin returns from getting a pillow, he gently lifts your feet to place it beneath them. He then throws various fluffy blankets over you while tucking in the sides, making sure once again that you don’t go anywhere. Looking back at you, he moves in close, giving you a soft peck on your forehead. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he momentarily retreats before leaning back in, peppering your face with a flurry of playful kisses. The two of you erupt into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, your heads thrown back in pure love and joy.
"Now what should I put on the TV for you?" Jimin sits beside you after grabbing the TV remote. "Anything I don’t mind."
Jimin then proceeds to put on your favourite film. Pressing play; he looks at you with a soft smile. "Please be more careful; I hate seeing you hurt like this." He pats your head gently while wrapping his arm around you.
"I’ll try not to Jimin ''. You say as you move closer to him, resting your head on his chest.
Paying close attention to the rest of the movie, your sixth sense tells you Jimin isn't watching it at all; he's staring at your ankle, hoping nothing will hurt it any further.
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♡ park jimin face layouts
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BTS Reaction To You Getting Flustered
I’m not sure how well the writing is going to be in this post, I’m really writing this at 1 AM so I’m a little out of it. Anyways I just thought about this after watching a video of BTS being hilarious on interviews, so I said why not?
Some of these are going to be very long so I hope you don’t mind. And I really apologize for any cringy writing.
Seokjin
“Seokjin!” You squeaked as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and wrapped you up in his arms, practically carrying you to the couch so you two could snuggle.
You, becoming immensely shy, started to pull away, unable to meet his gaze, but he grabbed your hand to prevent you from leaving.
“Aish, where are you trying to go Y/N?” Seokjin pouted, suddenly doing an aegyo that made your cheeks redden. When you pulled away again Seokjin whined in a playful voice, “Jagi stop pulling away from me. Talk to me baby - I know you’re gushing over just how handsome I am so how are you supposed to see me if you’re looking away?”
“D-dinner, Jin.” You managed to choke out. “Dinner.”
“Yes what about it?”
Finally you managed to wriggle free and hurried to the kitchen, busying yourself with finishing the remaining uncooked food. Jin’s gaze burned at the back of your neck, but you didn’t dare look at him.
“It’ll be ready in a second.”
“Baby…” Jin trailed off, hurt clear in his voice when you didn’t respond to his call. All he’d wanted to do was make you smile but it seemed as though he’d only made you mad.
It was only when you turned to grab some celery off the counter that he noticed how shy you’d become. Then it dawned on him.
Jin leaped up and hurried over. Startled, you whirled around about to reiterate what you’d said before, but he was already cupping your face and gently rubbing your cheek with his thumb whilst a soft smile spread across his face, complimenting his already godly facial features.
You were a mess. You were a red tomato and too shy to look him in the eyes - or to even open your mouth and utter a single word, for the matter. Seokjin tried to get you to look at him, but that was too much for you to handle.
“I-I have to make dinner,” You stammered, trying to find a way to excuse yourself.
But Seokjin wasn’t having any of it.
“Y/N, look at me.” He said gently, and finally you lifted your chin to meet his imploring gaze, only becoming redder. “Baby you don’t have to be shy around me, hm?”
You nodded timidly. “I-I know but I can’t help it. I’m sorry.”
“Nonsense.” Seokjin immediately replied. “You don’t need to apologize.”
He didn’t ever want you to feel so shy around him that you felt like you couldn’t speak. He just wanted to cuddle and pamper you.
After a moment you let Seokjin guide you back to the couch and onto his lap, dinner forgotten, and began cuddling. Seokjin ran his fingers through your hair and you let your head rest against his chest briefly, closing your eyes and allowing a peace to wash over you. The two of you laid like this for a while, you finally calm and Seokjin beaming because he could cuddle you.
But then you felt a warm breath against your ear and Seokjin whispering mischievously,
“You’re lucky you’re so cute baby; I only stopped because tonight I’m going to tease you so much that you won’t even remember your own name.”
And then the whole process of you trying to run away started all over again.
Agh, that boy is going to drive you crazy.
Yoongi
“Here,” you said a little a little nervously, leaving the sticky notes that were filled with the lyrics you’d written. Yoongi had wanted to test your music making skills, so he’d practically begged you to write a song for him and you’d finally agreed, much to your own doubts. “I’m not sure if it’s good or not.”
“I’m sure its amazing, Y/N.” Yoongi said almost instantaneously, immediately reaching over to flip through the sticky notes and beckoning for you to sit in the chair opposite of him.
As you took a seat and reached for you phone, already stressing about how awful the lyrics you’d written were going to be, Yoongi suddenly whirled around and stared at you with wide eyes.
“W-what is it?” You said, looking back at him and then to the sticky notes.
“Y/N,” he said, “these are wonderful.” And then he was all over you, patting your head and showing his iconic gummy smile, showering you in countless compliments. “What other hidden talents do you have?”
You blushed and pulled away, hiding your face from his view. Yoongi paused, confused by your reaction and also a little annoyed. Didn’t you want your work to be praised?
“It’s nothing.” You mumbled. “I’m sure they’re pretty bland compared to yours.”
For a couple of moments, Yoongi didn’t say anything. He was just silent, and you began to worry that you’d upset him somehow. But you were still so flustered from all of his compliments that you didn’t have the courage to look up to see his reaction.
“Jagi,” Yoongi finally said, bending down. He tilted his head so he could look into your eyes, but you quickly turned around, covering your face with your palm. And suddenly your reaction made so much sense to him. He wouldn’t admit it, but he found your shyness to be so cute and wasted no time on teasing you about it. “Aww, don’t be so shy. Your so cute like this, I didn’t know anyone’s face could turn so red.”
At that you cringed inwardly and buried your face into your palms. At this point it would be better to melt into a puddle, you concluded.
“Don’t hide cutie, I promise I won’t poke fun to badly~”
As Yoongi peelef your hands away from your face, he felt pride surge through him and vowed to show the rest of the boys your work later. He gently rubbed circles into your back to calm you. He didn’t want you to feel shy, but he loved how flustered you’d become. I mean - your entire face was burning up and you couldn’t even utter a single word.
After Yoongi helped you calm down, he mused, “You know, I might need you to write some more songs for me”
You giggled, still a bit flustered from his earlier comments. “I don’t know, if your just going to tease me about it then I don’t see the point.”
“The point is to get that adorable little flustered face of yours, that’s the point cutie.”
“Stop it!”
“Stop what?” Yoongi leaned forward and gave you his gummy smile, making you dissolve into flustered giggles.
“Aww, look at my baby getting so shy again, how adorable~”
Hoseok
“Are you alright, jagi?” Hoseok asked, immediately picking up on your foul mood as you came home from work.
You sighed tiredly, rubbing your temples as you took off your shoes and hung your coat up in the closest. You didn’t reply as you walked over to the living room and threw yourself onto the couch, closing your eyes.
Hoseok hurried to finish washing the dishes and then came to join you on the couch. He wanted to cuddle you and hold your hand to soothe you, but you rejected all of his affection, far too worked up and restless. So instead Hoseok settled for slinging one of his arms around you shoulders.
“Bad day?” He asked.
“Sorta.” You replied tightly.
“Do I need to go yell at anyone?”
“No, it’s okay.”
At your exasperation, Hoseok backed off a little, opting to turn on the TV and go grab some snacks and a blanket for the two of you to share.
When he returned, he draped the blanket over you and set the snacks down on the coffee table. He hoped that some food would and a warm blanket help you feel better, coupled with his cuddles.
As the movie dragged on late into the night, the two of you wolfing down the snacks within a few minutes, you found yourself calming down and feeling guilty about being so short-tempered with Hoseok. Looking over, you saw that Hoseok had his arms folded in his lap and head drooping to the side, eyes closed and breath gentle.
You watched him for awhile. The temptation to cuddle him was starting to overwhelm you, but you hesitated, not wanting to disturb his sleep as you knew it was something that Hoseok rarely got enough of. After a while, you finally surrendered to your own temptations and slowly inched closer until you could lean your head against his chest and wrap your hands around his shoulders. Sighing gently, you closed your eyes and listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
After a few moments, Hosoek suddenly wrapped his arm around you and patted your head. You looked up to see a huge grin spreading across his face.
“You are so cute jagi.” He cooed, and you blushed. “I didn’t know I was your personal stress ball.”
Flustered, you pulled back and said quite shyly, “Sorry Hobi, I couldn’t help it.”
He smiled at you. “I know you can’t resist this beautiful face, sweetie.” At your sudden flushed state, he chuckled and teased, “Aww, is someone getting shy? I didn’t know you were part tomato.”
“Oh be quiet!” You looked away, a smile rising to your cheeks.
“Just look at this beautiful smile!” Hoseok exclaimed, poking your cheeks. “My, baby you are so precious!”
At his continued teasing, you pulled away and pouted, “I just wanted to snuggle you. Why are you being so mean all the sudden?”
“And snuggle me you shall!” Hoseok declared, pulling you back into him.
As Hoseok pulled you into his arms, you let out a giggle as he continued to poke fun at you and shower you with praise. The night ended with him teasing you and trying to get your tomato face on camera so he could send it to the rest of Bangtan.
Man, did he adore the hell out of you.
Namjoon
“Y/N?” Namjoon called softly as he stepped into the apartment. He knew you liked to work well into the night, and sometimes loud noises startled you if you were to engrossed with your thoughts.
Hearing him call your name, you quickly responded from the next room over, completely forgetting about your sketchbook sprawled on your desk and flipped open to the page you’d just spent hours working on. When Namjoon walked into the room, you were already on your feet and throwing your arms around his shoulders.
“Aww jagi did you miss me?” Namjoon cooed, welcoming the embrace. You blushed and buried your face in his chest to hide yourself, just wanting to be near him as exhaustion finally settled over you. Unfortunately for you, Namjoon had spotted your sketchbook and asked, “What’s that?”
“Hm?” In your sleepy state, you were a bit slow to realize that Namjoon had inched towards the desk to take a peek at your sketchbook. It was only when he said, “Oh wow jagi, did you draw this? It’s so beautiful baby, just like you. You never told me you were such an amazing artist.”
And suddenly you were wide awake. Namjoon’s compliment had you red as a tomato. Flustered, you immediately pried it away from his hands and flipped the sketchbook closed, tossing it carelessly away whilst stammering, “I-It’s nothing Joon. Just forget you even-I mean, uh, can we just talk about something…you know I got these new shoes today?”
Namjoon stared back at you, shocked by your reaction. You had turned around and were trying to look very busy inspecting your shoes, your eyes landing everywhere but on him. Stepping around you, he went to ask if you were quite alright, wondering if he’d accidentally stumbled upon something that was near and dear to you, but then he noticed how red your face was and that you were trying your hardest to ignore him. Oh how adorable you were, Namjoon couldn’t help but giggle at your reaction.
“Is my little sunflower getting shy?” Namjoon teased lightly, crushing you in a hug, chuckling at your squeals of embarrassment. “Your work is so beautiful, why don’t you show it off more often?”
When you were so flustered that you couldn’t respond with an intelligent response and hid your face in your hands, Namjoon lightly grabbed your hands and pulled them away from your face, titling your chin up until you had to look at him.
“Don’t hide from me, jagi~” He hummed, reaching for your sketchbook.
“Namjoon don’t-”
“Don’t what? I want to see what else you’ve drawn.” Ignoring your squeaks of protest, he started to flip through all of your most recent sketches, meanwhile you were reddening every time he made a compliment or opened up to a new page. “I’ve never seen you so flustered before. Your just so adorable I might use this as an advantage to see that cute smile of yours every now and then”
“Stop it! You’re so mean!”
“You’re just so cute I can’t help it~”
And indeed did Namjoon exploit this little discovery. He thought it was adorable how flustered you got over this one incident, and soon learned that compliments and affection were enough to make you red in the face and squeal and pout, something that made him incredibly happy.
Jimin
“Comfortable?” Jimin asked quietly, shifting on the couch so you had more room.
“Yes.” You replied, letting yourself lean against his shoulder. “You make a great cushion.”
Jimin chuckled and flashed you a smile that sent your heart fluttering. “Good to know.”
He grabbed the remote and pressed play, the excitement evident on his face. You on the other hand were a little nervous. Jimin had finally convinced the other boys to let you stay for a sleepover, and had suggested watching scary movies all night to see who could go the longest without being scared.
But now you were regretting agreeing, especially considering this was only your “second date” with him.
As the time ticked by, you found yourself beginning to become more relaxed. Jimin had slung his arm around your neck, and you felt completely safe with him. To both of your surprise, the two of you were doing pretty well.
That was until a particularly startling jump scare occurred and you nearly flew out of your seat, grabbing Jimin’s hand without thinking and smothering him in a bear hug.
Jimin startled as he felt your viselike grip coupled with you suddenly wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his shoulder. He blushed but didn’t say anything, both flustered and unsure of how to handle the situation.
After a few moments you dared to open your eyes, breathing heavily. And then you froze as you realized that you were clutching his hand and practically suffocating him, beginning to turn redder than an apple. The two of you stared uncertainly at each other for a couple of minutes.
“I’m sorry!” You yelped as soon as you steeled yourself, pulling away and becoming flustered as apologies tumbled out of your mouth.
“It’s okay.” Jimin replied quickly, running his fingers through his own hair and looking away. “I don’t mind. It was cute.”
Again you froze. “Y-you didn’t mind?”
Jimin shook his head. “No.” He wouldn’t admit it but he actually loved it when you hugged him. “When you’re scared you’re actually really adorable. I’m not sure exactly sure how you do it but you manage to pull it off.”
Embarrassed, you ducked your head and let out a mortified squeak. Jimin noticed and took a moment to look at you. And then a mischievous grin spread across his face.
“Wow Y/N, I didn’t know you could be so cute.” He cooed, his voice so soft that it was more like a loving purr. Jimin practically had hearts as eyes as he reached over and grabbed your face. “No need to act all shy now love. You’re just a little ball of nerves aren’t you sweetie?”
You giggled shyly as he booped your nose and pushed your hair back so he could look into your eyes.
“S-stop teasing me.” You pouted, scrunching up your nose. “It’s not fair.”
“Everything’s fair when it comes to this beauty you see right here, jagi. And there’s nothing you can do about it! I find that really adorable.”
And now he really had you blushing as he gave you a dazzling smile. You were a puddle of giggles and squeaks as he proceeded to tease you further, only stopping when you couldn’t talk from just how giggly you’d gotten.
Taehyung
“Aegyo or aegyo?” Taehyung asked, leaning closer to you so he could see your reaction. He thought it was more than adorable at the puzzled expression on your face.
“That’s the same thing!” You complained, already feeling a bit flustered at the way he kept beaming at you.
“Yes I know. I can’t have you choosing something else silly, I know you love my aegyo more than anything.”
Taehyung smiled cutely and you giggled into your hands, feeling your cheeks warm as he suddenly started to take pictures of you and coo over how adorable you were.
It seemed that just about anything could make you flustered, and Taehyung lived for it. He loved to tease you and make you giggle - he did it all the time and still claimed he wasn’t doing it intentionally.
That boy was going to be the death of you.
“Jagi why are you hiding?” Taehyung teased, pulling your hands away from your face. “You seem flustered all of the sudden and I’m just wondering why.”
“You know why!” You pouted, crossing your arms and refusing to look at him.
“Do I?” He asked innocently and pretended to think about it for a moment. “Hmm, I can’t seem to think of a reason why I guess you’ll just have to enlighten me.”
When you didn’t respond, Taehyung suddenly wrapped you up in his arms and said, “C’mere cutie.”
You didn’t think too much about it as he often did this. That is until he slipped his hands underneath your arms and started to poke your armpits.
“Taehyung stop it!” You giggled, swatting at his hands as he started tickling you.
“What?” He asked innocently, smirking as you flushed and tried to wiggle out of his arms, but he’d caught you in a strong embrace and didn’t plan on letting you escape.
You squeaked when he drew your heads closer together and started peppering you with ticklish kisses, his eyes glowing with adoration for you.
“Wow, you’re so red jagi! I know I’m cute but I didn’t know I could make you look so adorable with just one measly hug!”
Blushing and still laughing as his hands attacked your tummy, you closed your eyes and reluctantly relented, “Yes yes, fine you’re cute. That’s why I was so flustered before - happy?”
Chuckling, Taehyung stopped tickling you and let you relax, running his fingers through your hair. You let out a sigh of relief, allowing him to cuddle you.
“I’m sorry baby, but you know I only tease you so much because I love you right?”
“Yes I know.” You grumbled, although secretly you loved when Taehyung got into one of his playful moods. “You remind me every chance you get.”
He laughed and hummed in agreement, and the two of you fell asleep like that. Him laying on the couch with you bundled up in his arms.
Jungkook
“Kookie?” You called softly as you pushed your way into the dimly light room, trying not to drop the tray of food.
A second later you heard,
“I’m in my office!”
And turned to glance at the small, windowed room that housed Jungkook’s music studio, where, lately, Jungkook had disappeared to often as he was getting ready to go on tour with the boys.
Sighing, you carefully picked your way through the messy living room and opened the door to his studio. Notebooks were scattered all over the desk, and papers were strewn across the floor. Some of the recording equipment had been shoved quite carelessly against the back of the wall, and the cabinets were overflowing with writing utensils, water bottles, sticky notes, and other items. Small posters hung around the room, reminders, schedules, dates, and times scribbled all over them.
And Jungkook himself was bent over his computer, all his attention fixed on the screen.
Sighing again and wondering to yourself how Jungkook even managed to find his shoes in the morning, you carefully set the tray down on a mini table next to the side of the door, and went to tap Jungkook on the shoulder.
“Kookie, I made you some lunch.” You told him, briefly glancing at the computer screen to see that he was over viewing what the schedule for the arrival of the tour date would be like.
“Thank you Y/N but I’m busy.” Jungkook said without looking at you. “Maybe pack it away for later?”
You frowned, reaching over to run your fingers through his hair. “But Kook you need to eat. How will you preform on an empty stomach?”
“I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again.”
“That’s not healthy.”
Finally, Jungkook paused and turned around in his chair, looking up at you. “I have to-” And abruptly he froze.
Alarm shoot through you. “What’s wrong?” Following his gaze, you noticed that he was staring at the tray. Unease flitted through your veins. “Do you not like it?”
Silence spread between you and Jungkook. His mouth had dropped and was fully agape, staring wordlessly at the lunch you’d prepared for him. As you opened your mouth to ask if he didn’t like it and would rather just order takeout, Jungkook suddenly sprang to his feet and wrapped you up in his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He relaxed against you and rested his head on your shoulder, a sigh escaping his lips.
Dumbfounded, you craned your head around to look at him. “Kook?”
“Y/N baby its perfect and so thoughtful.” He mumbled into your shoulder. “Thank you so much, I love you.”
At that, you blushed and turned your head away, suddenly growing shy at his compliment.
“I-I love you too, Jungkook.” You whispered back. As he held you, you became more and more red. “It’s nothing really - I just thought you might be hungry.”
Jungkook finally pulled away and looked at you, surprised to see how red you’d turned. “Jagi why is your face so red?”
You blushed even more. “I just wasn’t expecting you to do that.” You mumbled, not specifying what you were talking about. Jungkook raised his eyebrow. “It was so unexpected, like when you bring me roses.”
“I think your the rose.” He teased lightly, grinning.
“Oh hush,” You huffed, placing your hands on your hips. “You would be the rose in an instant if I so much as grabbed you hand.”
And now it was Jungkook’s turn to flush. You immediately pounced on the opportunity to tease the maknae and lifted yourself onto your toes, poking his cheek.
“Now look who’s getting all red.” You teased, bringing your heads closer. Jungkook let out a shy laugh and tried to pull away, but you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “Bunny, you think you’re so tough don’t you? I can see right through you though, you big baby.”
Giggling adorably and flushing red, Jungkook suddenly cupped your face in his hands and replied. “Of course I’m tough! Have you seen my muscles?” He then proceeded to start calling you endearing terms like honey and cutie whist flexing off his muscles, making you flush. “See? You can’t hide from this bunny cutie.”
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I don’t know if this is good or not. I just stayed up half the night writing this, hated it and thought about rewriting the entries, then decided to suck it up and just finish it the next day. Sorry if it’s not written well, I was really losing my mind writing this.
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Pretty, (not so) Innocent Girl | JM (R.) - one shot🔞
♦️Genre: SMUT
♦️Pairings: JewelleryMaker!Jimin x Reader
♦️Ratings: R. 🔞 (18+ content)
♦️Warnings: Explicit Content, fingering (f!Receiving), oral (f!receiving), Dom!Jimin, SubbyReader, Shy!Reader, Jimin is a little shit in this, edging, over-stimulation, kissing, kinkyy, cursing, slightest fluff(?)
♦️Word count: +4.3K
♦️Summary:
Jimin loves to tease the pretty, innocent girls. He loves to prove to them that they are in fact, not so innocent.
(A/N): this is the result of a random thought I had while watching Jimin’s vlog recently lol
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“Looking for something in particular?”
You quickly spun around at the man’s voice behind you, retracting your hand from the displays of bracelets.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to touch your things.” You quickly apologized, feeling your own face get a little hot at being caught.
The man held a friendly smile, and began walking over to you. He looked quite young, wearing a black beanie with gloves and an apron on. He looked like he was in the middle of something before he heard you come in, judging by his apron and gloves being covered in saw dust. He took his gloves off, venturing towards you. He took off all the samples dangling from the hook, neatly laying them out for you to look at.
“These-“ he started, his hands carefully separating and spreading out the bracelets on the table, “-Are all displayed for customers to look at, you can touch them all you want.” He said. You stared down at the bracelets, observing them once again. He tilted his head to the side a little while watching you.
“Unless you’re a thief, of course.”
“O-oh. I’m not a thief.” You shook your head, your eyes meeting his once again. He paused, his eyes drinking your slightly cowering form for a moment. You were obviously very shy.
“Well. That’s enough to convince me.” He laughed a little. “So what exactly are you looking for?”
“It’s for my brother, actually,” You started. “He follows your page on Instagram because he really liked this silver bracelet that was made here.”
“Hm. Silver bracelet?” He pondered for a moment, looking around the room for moment to recall something. “Was it sequinced or anything?”
“No, it was just a simple band.” You responded. He briefly sought through some of the bracelets displayed in front of you both, before deciding that he couldn’t find anything from the hooks.
“Hold on. Let me take a look here.” He mumbled, grabbing a ladder leaned against the wall and placing it against the black shelves littered with wooden boxes. He gave you a quick glance as he climbed up the ladder. You were also watching him from down on the ground. He looked away, his lips tugging up at the corners in a little smirk. He thought you were cute.
“So does pretty girl have a name?” He raised his voice over the the loud boxes that he mindlessly shoved around. His entire front was hidden to you as he rummaged through the shelf.
“Oh, yeah, it’s Y/n.” You looked down at the jewelry in your hand. Your fingers began to fiddle with the bracelet in embarrassment. He thought you were pretty? Maybe getting a compliment from a handsome guy like himself was bound to make any girl flustered.
“Y/n.” He sing-songed back cheekily, climbing back down from the ladder with a wooden box in his hand. “I’m Jimin.”
“Are you the owner?”
“Yes, pretty girl- I mean y/n.” He hid his smug expression at your little blush. He loved toying with attractively shy girls like you. It was such a thrill for him. “I am the owner.”
He placed the wooden box on the table, opening the lid and rummaging through a clutter of different bracelets.
“How’s this?” He asked, holding up a thick silver band with carvings of vines all over it.
You shook your head. “It’s pretty, but not the one I’m looking for. It was just a plain, thick band.”
You felt a little bad for making him search around like this, but your brother’s birthday was coming up and you knew you had to get this right for him.
“Plain thick band, huh?” He mumbled to himself in concentration, while continuing to rummage through the bracelets. “Ah.” A particular bracelet caught his eye.
“Are you looking for something like this maybe?” He held up a particular shiny silver bracelet. “It’s the most simple one we’ve got.”
He handed it to you and you examined the shimmery silver. “Yeah, he’ll definitely like this one” You gushed, looking back up to him with a thankful smile. “Thank you very much.”
“Great! We’ll get started then.” You handed it back and he put the sample bracelet in his pocket. He quickly wiped his hands on a towel nearby. He caught you staring at his plumped lips, making him subconsciously lick them.
“Do you know your brother’s wrist size?”
“Yeah.” You quickly opened your purse to take out a another one of his bracelet’s that you had to steal from his drawer. “I brought a reference.” You handed it to him.
“Perfect.” He nodded, taking it from you and closely examining the black steel for a moment. “And very smart.” He added with a grin, showing you his pearly white teeth.
“Let’s go pick your band size then.” He motioned you to follow him as he took you to a door behind the counter. He let you enter first, eyes transfixed on you as you brushed past him. He closed the door behind him.
“Wow, this is where you make everything?”
“Yes it is.” He chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning against the door frame as he watched you admire all the machinery in amusement.
“Would you like to try to make it yourself?” He offered as he you curiously examined all the different machinery used to make jewelry. You looked back at him.
“I’d probably butcher it.” You laughed. “My brother would kill me.”
He shook his head. “It’s not that hard. I’ll be here to help every step of the way.” He said, “This band has no carvings or designs. So it’s very easy to make. We won’t be using any dangerous or heavy machinery.”
“Is that even allowed?” You furrowed your brows in confusion. The corner of his lips tugged up a little as he shifted on his feet.
“Well, I am the boss around here. And I’m saying you can.” He dropped one eye in a quick wink. You awkwardly bit the inside of your cheeks.
“Alright then.” You slowly agreed, although a bit hesitant. “I can try.”
“Trust me. It’s actually quite fun.” He smiled reassuringly, guiding you to the tall marble countertop. He brought you a small pouch of bands.
“Here’s a bunch. Take your time to pick. There’s many variations to choose from.” He set them out in front of you. You nodded, his presence leaving as you took all the bands out and carefully scanned them. Some bands were thicker than others, but you still managed to pick the perfect size that you thought your brother would love the best. Before you could think to look around for Jimin again, you didn’t know he was closely watching with crossed arms the entire time from behind you.
You felt his hand rest on your shoulder making you jump a little. His hand felt hot against your shoulder, and you could feel his soft breath fanning your hair slightly as he leaned quite close to you.
“Found one yet?” His raspy voice was practically ghosting over your ear, making you suppress a shiver at the close proximity.
You swallowed a little thick, still keeping your back to him as you showed him the band.
“Yes. This one.” You meekly choked out, your voice almost failing you.
“Hm. Good choice.” His chest was now dangerously grazing your back.
You looked away, not wanting him to see how much his actions flustered you. Your cheeks were growing hot, and you didn’t realize how tightly you were clutching the bracelet in your hand to distract your mushy brain from the embarrassing heat arising in your cheeks. Surely it was bound to leave imprints in your skin. However, he noticed everything and found it incredibly amusing.
“Don’t hurt yourself, pretty girl.” He frowned upon noticing how tightly you clutched the bracelet. His warm hand slowly resting on top of yours, making your fingers instantly relax and fall limp against the silver. He somehow stepped closer to you, his chest practically flush against your back at this point. Suddenly the room was getting hotter.
“I’m not too close, am I?” He asked softly. You couldn’t tell if he knew what he was doing. You swallowed a little thickly as his sensual voice created a blanket of delightful little bumps to appear on your skin.
“No, you’re good.” You whispered back.
He licked his lips, daring himself to lean a little closer to your sweet scent, leaving a hair strand of a distance between his lips and your blushing cheek. Your breath hitched.
“Still good?” He asked again. He could now watch as you fluttered your eyes closed. His lips were so close to touching your cheek and it didn’t go unnoticed by him the way you ever so slightly tilted your face to the side so his lips finally managed to graze your cheek. The innocent touch alone caused a chaos of butterflies to blossom in your stomach.
His lips began to ghost over the expanse of your scorching cheek until they teasingly hovered over the corner of your mouth. You both stayed like that for a second, softly panting against each other’s awaiting lips. Your eyes opened momentarily to meet his own piercing stare that had been looking you right in the eye. You wondered what he was planning on doing with you.
Before you could register any possibility, his hands firmly grasped your hips, twisting you around to face his sultry eyes. You froze as he leaned forward, his lips dangerously tickling the skin of your ear.
“Jump.” He whispered. You complied instantly, grabbing the cold rim behind you and hulling yourself onto the cold marble top. His hands helping to lift you as well. The thin material of your dress did little to stop the cool temperature to prickle your heated skin. His hand slowly trailed up the expanse of your soft thigh, making your dress ride up in the process.
“Is this...” he whispered, trailing his single finger along your quivering inner thigh. He was getting dangerously close to the lining of your panties. “Still good?”
You couldn’t even respond anymore. Your heavy breathing and half lidded eyes was enough for him to keep going. His lips finally met yours in a tender kiss, wanting to taste those sweet supple lips of yours. You happily kissed him back with the same slow pace. His tongue softly tracing your lip as you shakily sighed into the kiss. His mouth then began to venture off, slowing trailing down to your chin as you closed you eyes.
His hot mouth created a tingling path all the way to your craned neck. He began peppering light kisses on your neck. Finally dragging his lush lips from your neck, back to your jaw and all the way to your inviting lips once again. He captured your mouth in his for a second time, openly moaning into your mouth as his finger poked at your clothed clit. You tensed a little at the sudden graze, but nonetheless felt a tingle of pleasure at the simple touch. He was getting a bit impatient, already looping his fingers in your panties on either side and pushing them down to your ankles, before carelessly throwing them on the floor.
“Spread your legs, baby.” He whispered breathlessly, a dark haze falling upon his eyes. A sinister look that for a reason unbeknownst to you, made your core wet. He almost moaned out loud from the way you obeyed him so effortlessly. You spread your thighs as wide as you could for him, your glistening core displayed for him to stare at like it was all for him. That heady sweet scent leaking from you was undoubtedly making him dizzy. He couldn’t wait any longer, and before you could even understand the situation, he had pushed you down, your back hitting the counter with your legs dangling off of it. His face dove between your soft thighs, a soft lick being placed against your clit.
You threw your head back at the unexpected contact, your quivering hands grabbing the rim of the table in shock.
“Oh my God!” You squealed, then quickly covering your own mouth at your shrilly tone. Your heavy pants were being muffled by your hand as his plump lips wrapped around your buzzing clit, softly suckling the heated nub. It was driving you crazy. His tongue was greedily lapping up at your folds.
His tongue even darted out, tasting your sweet nectar that dripped down your folds. A satisfied groan rumbled from within his throat, the vibration against your core creating an even more toe-curling sensation. stimulation and pleasure.
The fast paced flicks of his tongue against your clit caused your wetness to grow even more. The sudden stimulation was making your stomach clench as you unconsciously bucked your hips against his lips.
“Taste so fucking sweet.” He growled, grabbing your hips to keep in place. His tongue slowly drew patterns from your silky soft folds all the way up to the swollen little button that sent shocks of electricity flowing in your body. His tongue went back to rapidly flicking against your cunt, making your peak come faster than you could think. You whimpered out softly, thighs almost holding his head in place as you were so close. You could feel the tight knot in your stomach seconds away from bursting. You were aggressively biting your lips, suppressing loud cries that wanted to burst from your throat. However, the pleasure was suddenly taken away as he retracted his lips from you.
“W-what?” You gasped at his cruelty. You were almost going dizzy at the way your pleasure was so abruptly stripped from you. Your glossy eyes blinked up at him as he straightened back up, eagerly licking his soaking lips to taste every last drop of your essence.
He smirked at your poor swollen lips from biting them so hard, pouting so prettily at him. All while laying down, sprawled out for him.
“Don’t be sad, sweet girl.” He used his index finger and thumb to roughly squeeze your cheeks together, making your lips pout even more. “I’m not done with you yet.”
He grasped your waist, easily pulling you up back in a sitting position. You wobbled a little, holding his arms to maintain your balance. He chuckled at that. “Easy.”
His finger went back under your dress, slowly swirling around your soaking folds, riding up to your little clit. You blissfully mewled out at the undeniable warmth enveloping your body from his ministrations once again.
“Hm. Slipped right it.” He observed in awe as your squishy walls greedily engulfed his finger inside. “Pretty girl is so wet for me.” He cooed into your ear, smirking at your soft whimpers as he began to softly finger you, easing you into the pleasure this time.
You hissed a little at the intrusion making him glance at you.
“It’s okay. Let me take care of you.” He slowly pulled out his finger, and then pushed back in. “There we go, nice and easy.”
“Does pretty girl want more?” He whispered softly into your ear.
“Yes.” Your quivering voice whispered back desperately. “Please. More.” You could barely form coherent sentences. He only chuckled at your soft mewls and whines falling from your wet lips. He added a second finger, which your body accepted, your walls once naturally squeezing his fingers inside.
His fingers were sensual in their movements, slowly pulsing in and out of your wet core, sometimes scissoring the two fingers to make sure you’re being stretched out nicely. You wanted to groan at the frustrating at the slow pace he was maintaining.
“Jimin, please.” You begged, greedily thrusting your own hips against his fingers. “Faster.”
“God, you’re so sexy.” He muttered, mostly to himself.
He softly nosed your cheek, taking a small inhale at your milky sweet scent, nudging you with its tip. “I hope I get to see you more often.” He muttered so huskily against you.
“Yes. Anytime.” You agreed desperately in the midst of your tainted mind being soiled with raw pleasure. His fingers were twisting and turning inside you so perfectly with your juices leaking out from the sides and covering his hand.
“Oh?” He quirked an eyebrow, watching your eyes roll at the back of you head as he quickened his pace a little. “Is that all it takes? Just some fingers stuffed in your greedy little pussy and your putty in my hands?” He fake pouted. He was such a tease. He secretly loved that you agreed.
“You’re not ashamed of being fingered by a stranger?” He grunted out a bit rougher this time. A dark glint in his eyes as he watched you bite your lip, writhing in his tight hold as you got closer to your peak. You shook your head, too intoxicated by the building pleasure to even think straight.
He could tell you were close, your walls beginning to flutter around him and your moans falling more freely out of your agape, and panting mouth. He took this chance to add another finger to the mix, totalling three now. This made you grab onto his wrist at the new stretch that he was assaulting into your clenching core. You cried out for the first time much louder than before.
He tsked at you, shaking his head in disapproval. He used his free hand to pry your nimble fingers off his wrist.
“Take it like a good girl,” He simply scolded in warning, his pace becoming more sharp and unforgiving by the second, “Or you won’t get to come at all.” He added the serious threat in a dark tone, making you know that he was not bluffing at all.
He darkly chuckled at the squelching sounds coming from your leaking pussy being filled up. “Hear that? That dripping cunt is all because of me, isn’t it?” He leaned forward, grasping your hot ear between his teeth, softly nipping at the skin.
“You’re not as innocent as you make yourself appear, my dear.”
He curiously cocked his head to the side, watching your face contort at every sharp thrust. The pleasure tightly coiled in your stomach, ready to burst any second. You squeezed your eyes shut, suddenly that familiar wave a of heat that you were denied from before was creeping back.
“Say it’s because of me and I’ll let you come.” He smirked.
“It’s because of you.” You pathetically cried out. “It’s all you. Please let me come.”
“More. Beg more.” He whispered. His fingers slowed down again for a second which made you cry out in frustration. You held your gaze low, avoiding his eyes.
“Please, let me come, Jimin. Please.”
Your eyes brimming with tears from being almost denied again. So it did tug at Jimin’s heartstrings for a moment.
“Okay, darling.” He gave in, his three fingers resuming their fast pace, suddenly being pumped in and out if your swollen folds at a rapid pace. You almost became deaf to the embarrassingly loud squelching sound of how wet you were, possibly dripping ontop the counter below you. But in that moment, you couldn’t even care. The hot pleasure shot through you as you reached the precipice of your orgasm.
He stared at you in wonderment while you came undone. You chased your own high as your jaw slacked, body almost going limp at the sharp waves of ecstasy flowing throughout your body.
As the waves mellowed down, he still kept his fingers stuffed inside you. He darkly watched his fingers sinking in and out slowly, your spilling wetness opening you up even more as he reached all the way to his knuckles. You were being over-stimulated, the sensitivity making you squirm away from the feeling. His fingers finally slipped out of you, along with a string of your juices. You hissed at the feeling.
Your spoiled body almost went limp, ears slightly ringing as your hazy mind couldn’t grasp to regain your body balance. However, he took the initiative to wrap his arms around you. He slowly leaned your pliable form against his own to rest on. Your eyes fluttered closed, his warm embrace making you feel so serene after all this stimulation. He slowly lifted your face by grasping your chin between his fingers.
“Tired?” He asked, scanning over your sleepy features.
Barely registering his voice, you managed to nod a little with half-lidded eyes. Your face was still buzzing in heat. Suddenly, it became ridiculously hot in the room. He lightly chuckled at that. You were just so cute to him.
You both stayed there for a few moments, enjoying the calm. He held you close to him and your face pressed into his chest as you caught your breath.
“Jimin-ah!” A frustrated voice suddenly broke through the stillness, coming from the room next door. “Could you help me saw this fucking wood?!”
You both froze at the sound. The unfamiliar voice made your eyes fly open.
“T-there’s someone else here?!” You gaped at the man before you who remained calm. He looked down at you and simply put his fingers to his lips, silencing you.
You imagined the terror of a stranger catching you in such vulnerability would make you almost faint in humiliation. What if he heard everything? What if he walks in?
“Yes, hyung!” Jimin called back. “I’ll be right there, one moment!”
“He’s my employee.” He whispered to you while you still stared at him in absolute shock.
“Don’t worry. The door is locked.”
As if perfectly on cue, the door knob began to aggressively jiggle. You quickly covered your mouth to suppress a yelp.
“Why is the door locked?!” The man’s voice boomed.
“What if he heard?!” You dreadfully whispered to Jimin, who remained as poised as ever.
“Trust me, he didn’t. He keeps his headphones on and blasts music for most of his shift,” He said. “He only takes them off when he needs to talk to someone.” He rolled his eyes, clearly this was an annoying occurance Jimin had to deal with.
Much to your surprise, he helped you off the counter. He grabbed your hands, allowing you to leverage off of him from the tall counter as you hastily hopped off. You quickly slipped your panties back on, flattening out your dress with your hands for good measure.
“Jimin-ah!” The angry voice growled louder this time through the door, making you flinch a little. Your frightened gaze followed Jimin as he cursed under his breath, quickly jogging to the door and swung it open.
“How many times do I have call you?!” There stood a tall man, with dark hair swept over his forehead. His brows in a deep furrow, glaring at Jimin in irritation. Jimin was thankfully right about the music though, as he had a set of red Beats headphones loosely hung around his neck. His eyes suddenly shifted to your awkward stance and his scowl softened a little.
“Oh. Who’s this?” He eyed you curiously, his tensed shoulders deflating a little.
“This is y/n.” Jimin introduced you. “Y/n. This is my Jin hyung.”
“Hi.” You waved awkwardly. Oh boy, this is weird.
“Hi.” He replied, still eyeing you a bit skeptically. His eyes then blankly shifted between you and Jimin. He adorned the same apron and gloves that jimin wore, also covered in the same saw dust.
“Why is she back here?” He blinked at jimin in utter confusion.
“She’s gonna be making a bracelet,” Jimin cleverly maintained a very casual tone. “...For her brother.”
“I see.” Jin nodded, his attention back to you. “Ever done this before?” He asked.
“No.” You laughed nervously, rubbing your sweaty palms together.
“Well, it’s fine. We’ll help you out. Got your band?” He glanced at your fidgety hands that were in fact empty.
“Yeah! It’s-” You whipped your head around, trying to remember where you put it- or threw it. “...Around here somewhere.”
“Right here.” Jimin held up the silver band, quickly picking it up from the floor before Jin could notice. It might’ve fallen from your hand when Jimin... Manhandled you on top of the counter.
“Let’s get started then.” Jimin shot you a charming smile, motioning you over to the table to sit.
“Yeah, let’s start.” You also attempted to be as casual as possible but your face was still ridiculously heated. Hopefully Jin didn’t notice the slight tremor in your tone.
“Jin hyung, why don’t you go get the saw for her?” He suddenly sounded all business and professional, as if he didn’t finger your brains out ten minutes ago. You didn’t know how he did it. You felt like a nervous wreck and that the whole world would know that you did something dirty with a stranger, no matter how much you tried to hide it. Meanwhile, it was just another day for Jimin, remaining as calm and collected as ever as he put the bracelets scattered across the table from earlier, back to their respective hooks.
Jimin grabbed some tools and began placing them front of you with a determined look. Jin picked up one of the smallest saws, grabbing a stool and rolling it over to sit next to you. You attentively listened as he began teaching you how to shape the band.
As Jin demonstrated how to use the saw, you couldn’t shake off the feeling of a penetrating gaze in your direction. Your eyes strayed away for a second to see Jimin who stood on the opposite side of the table, observing you very closely in amusement. That hooded look in his eye returned once again.
He maintained eye contact with you as he smugly began to slip a finger into his mouth, sensually sucking on your traces left on his finger. He swirled the finger around his mouth, that sinister glint reappearing deep in his eyes. He sent quick wink your way, slowly pulling his finger back out, making your eyes widen a little as you just couldn’t look away from this addictive man.
His smirk only grew at your flustered expression. He just loved teasing innocents girls like you. Because deep down, he knew they weren’t actually that innocent.
“-Okay, got it?”
Jin’s voice broke you from your trance. You quickly looked back at him to see his eyebrows raised expectantly for your response.
“Yup, got it.” You nodded with a smile, taking the saw from his hand.
Jimin on the other hand still held that dark glint in his eyes. He sneakily lowered his head to conceal his creeping smirk. He caught the way you gingerly squeezed your thighs together after watching him suck his fingers.
Pretty girl wasn’t so innocent after all.
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Silent Grace| viii: "It's Just Business"
Ship: Min Yoongi x Fem reader
au/genre: Mafia!au
rating: M
wc: 3.2k
Chapter warnings: Pregnancy mentions, IMPLIED KIDNAPPING AND ABUSE. sad hospital scene with Min and little yoongi :(
summary: Yoongi continues to open up little by little with you, one of the hardest things he has done to date. You make some decisions about your life with Yoongi. Little flashback with little Yoon and Joon being amazing big brothers but running into trouble. Min and Kim being good dads :( Hoseok is a little upset with Yoongi's confession session..
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The room filled with silence as Yoongi waited for a response.
He would love to say he’d be over the moon excited if you were carrying his baby but he couldn’t say that.
He would do everything in his power to protect the both of you but that would only mean his father would hound him about raising his kid to be like him. Min already is on his case about having a baby, imagine how he’d be if you were pregnant.
“Well, are you?” Yoongi asked.
“Well, no-but I was late this month so it could have been a possibility…” You trailed off. Yoongi couldn’t help the relieved expression that painted his face, that hurt you more than it should have. “Y-you’re relieved?”
“Yes and no,” Yoongi started “I’m sad that we aren’t expecting but I’m relieved because I know babies change everything. I just told you about my work, we still have to get through that before even thinking about a family or marriage right now.” he finished defeatedly.
“...did you mean it..when you said you wanted to marry me?” you asked softly. Yoongi nodded as he pulled you into his arms to hold you tight. “I wanted to marry you the moment we hit our first year but…this was holding me back.”
You laid your head on his chest feeling the same sense of comfort and security you’ve always felt. You needed to stay in his arms. You needed to.
“If we get married…what does that mean for us? Are things going to be the same or will you grow from me?” You asked. Yoongi pulled away just enough to look you in your eyes.
“It wouldn’t change a thing. Blossom…I am in love with you and I don’t want to see myself without you next to me.”
Yoongi was one hundred vulnerable with you. He never felt this way about anyone he had ever dated. He needed you to know that. You needed him to know...
That you felt the same.
“I don’t want to see myself with anyone that’s not you either, Yoongi. But I need to know what I’m getting myself into…” You said looking down at you.
“And you will. Everything. From here on out but…you have to promise me something..”
“Anything..”
“Once I let you in one hundred percent, you can never repeat anything you see or hear to anyone..and you have to leave the hospital..for your safety.”
Yoongi looked at your saddest expression before continuing. “I know how much you love nursing but I can’t risk you getting hurt and losing you forever.”
You nodded avoiding Yoongi’s gaze. “Okay…”
Yoongi lifted your chin before leaning down and kissing your lips sweetly.
“Thank you, baby..”
You and Yoongi talked a lot that night. As Yoongi unraveled more of the truth, your heart softened, finally realizing the weight he had carried all these years. It must have been hard to hold such a responsibility at a young age. The man you loved had been burdened by his father’s past, trapped in a world he never asked for. Your anger began to dissipate, replaced by a glimmer of understanding.
“In all honesty, I liked what the mafia brought. I’m not going to deny that. I had everything I could ever need and more. I didn’t want anything and my needs were met. Who wouldn’t want that? But when it came to finding out how…. I just didn’t like the process of obtaining such assets. I wasn’t always aware of my father’s business. From my understanding, I always assumed we were rich. My grandfather always gave my dad hundreds of thousands of dollars just because, and he does that to me now. I hardly talk to my grandfather but he still gives me an allowance like we have the best relationship in the world. My father and I don’t agree on much but we do agree on the pressure his father gives us. He always demanded so much of my father and I know once he returns he’s going to do the same to me. Growing up, I remember my grandfather always inviting us to his house parties and it’s always been that up until he went to the States. None of us had any reason to be there, the kids anyway. I remember meeting Namjoon and his father there. We became very close despite him being younger than I am.” Yoongi rubbed his hands on his knees as he reminisced on the old days. A small smile crept on his face remembering his teenhood.
“I learned about my father and the mafia when I was 14 or 15. I was supposed to know but Namjoon and I were too noisy for our own good,” he chuckled and shook his head before sighing. “Although, I laugh about it now. It was the most terrifying day of my life. It’s what shaped my personality and caution.”
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“Mom says I could stay the night if that’s okay with your mom,” Namjoon said laying back on Yoongi’s bed “I just have to go and my stuff for school in the morning”
Yoongi nodded with a slight chuckle as he placed his pen down onto his journal.
“You might as well get stuff for the whole week. You never just stay the night and my mom never cares” Yoongi teased. Namjoon laughed.
“I know. I’ll grab things for a few days, then check in with my mom when I go back for more clothes then call it even” Namjoon planned.
“Whatever. If we’re going to go to the movies later then we need to leave now to get your stuff.” Yoongi said closing his black notebook, placing it into his drawer next to his bed, and locking it with the key that hung around his neck.
“Are you still writing music in that book of yours?” Namjoon asked following behind Yoongi once they got downstairs. Yoongi wrote a note for his mom to let her know he’d be back later before turning to Namjoon.
“I write more than just songs. I write everything in there.” Yoongi admitted. “That’s a diary, you know that right?” Namjoon teased.
Yoongi sucked his teeth.
“It’s a book that I write in” he corrected. Namjoon shrugged.
“...also known as a diary” Namjoon snorted as Yoongi hit his shoulder with a small laugh.
“Whatever, Joon. Just make sure you also grab stuff for this weekend for my grandfather’s party”
“Yoon!” a small voice interrupted Joon from answering.
Yoongi and Namjoon stopped, turning to face Yoongi’s younger brother.
“What?” the older male turned completely to his younger brother who’s cheeks flushed red getting his brother’s attention.
Yoongi’s younger brother adored him. He always wanted to be with him even though sometimes it annoyed Yoongi, he also secretly loved it.
“Can I-I come? To the movies with you?” He stuttered causing Yoongi to chuckle.
Yoongi never tells his brothers no. To him that was his parents’ job. Whatever his brothers wanted, he did just that. Min wasn’t as involved in their life as he should be so Yoongi promised his father that he would be.
“Of course. You can always come with me. Why don’t you get ready? Namjoon and I will be back in 20, maybe 30 minutes tops.” Yoongi smiled watching his brother’s face light up.
The youngest brother came running in “CAN I COME TOO?” causing Namjoon to laugh.
“Why not? Just be ready when we get back” Yoongi waved before heading out the door with Namjoon.
“You’re a good older brother Yoongi,” Namjoon said as he kicked the rocks that lay on the pavement.
Yoongi shrugged “They’re not that bad. They just whine a lot and expensive” Namjoon laughed.
“You love them.”
“It would be fucked up if I didn’t Joon”
The boys continued on their way to Namjoon’s house talking and laughing about any and everything that came to mind. But it all came to an end when the boys saw two men standing in the middle of their path.
Namjoon didn’t live far probably a 20-minute walk at most. They live in the same Neighborhood, he just lived a few streets behind Yoongi. Everyone had a big home in this community, everyone threw parties. Everyone knew everyone.
Neither boy knew who these men were and neither cared. Not until they came closer and realized neither man moved from the middle of the sidewalk
“What’s is these assholes’ problem?” Namjoon cursed. Yoongi frowned and looked behind him, noticing the two men following them.
Yoongi stood closer to Namjoon and whispered “I think we should head to my grandfather’s house.”
Namjoon agreed almost immediately “I think that may be a good idea. He lives right down the street right?” Both boys had their eyes set on Yoongi’s grandfather’s home. He wasn’t there but he and his father should be there afterward. At the most an hour or two.
The boys turned sharply into the empty street the moment they noticed Yoongi’s grandfather’s home just a few houses down. The men stood directly in their tracks with a menacing smile.
“Look Min’s little boy. He’s grown all up” one man said.
“He looks just like him, and so does Kim’s boy,” the other said.
“What are you two doing out here so late? It’s not safe out here” the third man said standing behind Namjoon placing his large hands on the boy’s shoulders and making him freeze in place.
“Yeah, don’t you know what time it is? Kids like you should be sleeping but! Since you’re here we should have a bit of fun.” the last man, clearly the one who’s running everything said wrapping his arm around Yoongi’s shoulder.
Yoongi had a great poker face. He kept his blank appearance but he was shitting bricks.
“We have to meet my grandfather at his home. We need to go” Yoongi said sternly making the older men laugh.
“Oh? Senior’s home? Maybe we should visit the old geezer huh fellas?” they all laughed again.
The one man behind Yoongi placed his free arm around Namjoon’s shoulder, pulling the boys closer to him and walking forward.
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“Have you seen big brother? Did he and Joon come back?” Yoongi’s younger brother asked his parents.
Min was too busy on the phone to pay attention which only made their mother angry.
“No honey. I haven’t seen them walk through the door. Why?” their mother asked.
“Oh, big brothers are going to take us to the movies with them! They told us to be ready in 20 minutes but it’s been 2 hours already” he frowned.
“What if they saw the movie without you guys?” Min asked hanging up the phone, annoyed with his youngest whines.
“Big brother wouldn’t do that! He never forgets us!”
“Yeah! And Joon was getting clothes from his home! Why would he bring them with him to the movies?” the youngest frowned.
“Quit the damn whining. I will call Kim and ask. If they went without you, I’ll kick Yoongi’s ass for forgetting about you and take you to a movie myself” He said poking their cheeks and making them giggle.
He picked up the phone and dialed Kim’s number.
“Yeah, boss?”
“Kim, has my knuckled-headed son come to your place?”
“Funny, I was going to ask you the same about Joon. I know they were together but Area said they were at your place and hadn’t seen them walk through the door since 12 this afternoon.”
Min frowned “What do you mean she hadn’t seen them since 12?”
The room fell silent from Min’s words. Worry was plastered on the faces of Yoongi’s brothers.
“I called Ju-Won, he’s looking to see if they went to the movies. He’s calling now, I will call you back”
“Make it fucking quick. This is my fucking son.” He whispers through his teeth hanging up the phone and dropping it on the counter before lowering his head,
Only moments went by but it felt like forever, Kim finally called back but his voice was frantic.
“They’re in the fucking hospital fucking clinging to fucking life! Someone found them in the alleyway by the casino!”
Min didn’t say a word he dropped the phone and grabbed his keys, rushing out the door.
“Mommy?” the youngest asked, “is big brothers okay?”
The boys' mother had no idea what to even say, Min didn’t tell her anything. All she could do was put on a brave face.
“Of course they’re okay! Your father will bring them home. Let’s get ready for bed and catch a couple of movies on tv” she said leading the two boys upstairs.
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Min rushed through the hospital doors looking for Kim with some of his soldiers behind him.
“Where is my fucking son? Where is he?!” Min said losing his cool.
Min’s heart almost stopped when he saw Yoongi and Namjoon lifeless on a stretcher being wheeled through the hospital. He ran to the stretcher pushing the man out of the way to see his son.
Min looked over the boy’s bruised body and face. He had never seen his son in this state. He never heard his son’s voice so broken and defeated. Yoongi’s eyes were bouncing around, trying to focus on one thing but all he could see were bright lights and what felt like thousands of people surrounding him. He kept calling for his parents.
“Yoongi! Yoongi! Appa’s here” Min cried grabbing Yoongi’s hand and running allowing side him. “Appa’s here”
Yoongi fixed his gaze on his father, it was the clearest thing he saw.
“Dad” Yoongi cried “Dad I tried to protect Namjoon. Th-they were too strong”
Min’s heart broke watching his oldest in pain and shedding tears like this.
He ran his fingers through Yoongi’s hair.
“Shhh..shhh.. I know. I know. You’ve done well.”
“They knew who you and grandfather were. They knew Kim.” Yoongi cried holding on to his father’s hand tightly as things started to black around him.
“Sir we need to get him back immediately. He’s losing a lot of blood right now”
Min looked at the man with tears running down his face gripping the man’s jacket tightly.
“You better save him. If my son or my nephew loses a gain of hair, I will kill you.”
“Y-yes sir we will do everything we can sir.”
“Dad…d-dad don’t go. I’m s-scared. Wh-where’s Namjoon” Yoongi said, holding onto his father tightly.
“Son, Son, son..listen. They are going to take good care of you okay? You just relax. I’m going to be here right when you get out okay? Namjoon is going to be fine. Trust me”
Yoongi nodded, terrified for his life.
Min watched as they carried the two boys away. Kim was an emotional wreck.
“My only son Min. My only son” he cried. Min grabbed Kim’s arms
“Pull it together, right now. They will be okay. We need to find the cowards who did this”
Min couldn’t believe someone tried to take his son’s life.
“You should have started preparing Yoongi and Namjoon for this moment. I don’t blame them, I blame you two”
Min turned to face his father.
“My wife and I agreed that we would let him live peacefully until he turned 18 and obtained the Family,” Min replied bitterly.
“And look what that has done for you? It might have cost my grandson’s life.” His father yelled.
“You two should have given me the boys as I requested. They wouldn’t be in the situation right now”
“Father, with all due respect, I am more concerned about my son’s health. You didn’t give a fuck about me so I understand it’s hard for you to understand. I love my children and I only want the best for them.”
“I wanted the best for you too, but you didn’t understand. But after today?” his father sighed “You will understand why I was hard on you and this never happened.”
Min couldn’t care less about the words his father said he was more concerned about his son.
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Min walked through the door.
Yoongi’s mother jumped up and walked to her husband.
“Where’s Yoongi and Namjoon? Are they alright?” she asked frantically.
“They were targetted tonight. Some bastard roughed them up. They will be okay. They should be coming home in the next few days.” Min said plainly as he walked up the long staircase that wrapped his grand entrance and led to the hallway. “Where are my younger sons”
“Th-they are sleeping. I need to know about Yoongi. What do you mean they were roughed up? How bad was it?” Yoongi’s mother asked following Min to his office as he gathered his weapons and such. “M-Min…baby..what are you doing?”
“I’m handling business, you go to bed.”
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“My father protected me that night but it always opened up a world of worry and fear. That’s why I didn’t engage in school activities as much. Despite having what one would call friends, they weren’t friends. I didn’t trust them and when I met you, I wanted to trust you but I didn’t let myself. I had no idea who those men were but they ended up being someone who owed my father and tried to take the easy way out.”
Hoseok heard Yoongi’s words from his phone.
Unknowest to you, Jimin and Yongbok, Hoseok had Taehyung place a small mic into the envelope that Jimin handed you.
“I didn’t think he’d tell nor he’d tell her about your father,” Taehyung said surprised. Hoseok was pissed.
“It’s his fucking fault why my father is dead. He still won’t admit it.” Hoseok’s voice was full of hurt.
Yoongi and Namjoon were his best friends along with Seokjin, Jimin, and Taehyung. He didn’t think the little blow-up they had in their late teens to early 20s would result in them killing his father. Jimin felt for Hoseok but he was pissed that he was used to getting this information.
“You know if you wanted this information you could have fucking said something instead of tricking me into giving her a fucking bugged envelop.” Jimin scoffed.
“That’s the least of our worries Jimin.” Taehyung snapped “Besides you’re acting as if you own this bitch something. We don’t give a fuck about her, we’re targeting Yoongi and his bastard father.” Taehyung snapped again.
“For fucking what? For shit, it didn’t know about?! You two are mad because they killed your fathers but you’re fucking forgetting they never knew that. If you feel that badly about it kill their fathers” Jimin spat.
“As fucking if they give a damn? Yoongi hasn’t gotten along with his dad since he told him he couldn’t become a fucking songwriter, Namjoon doesn’t care what the fuck his dad does since he’s so far up Min’s ass” Taehyung spat back
“Shut the fuck up! Both of you!” Hoseok yelled causing the two men to roll their eyes and take Yongbok by surprise. Mingi kept quiet as he looked on.
“I couldn’t fucking care less about this argument. Jimin, Taehyung is right. It doesn’t matter to me if they knew or not. As I see it, It’s just business”
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Hii! You can do nicks of Jisoo and Jimin plss?? i really love your nicks and dividers. ♡^^
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2. ᨳ ִ໋⭒࣪ 𝅄 Jׁıִsჿ꯭໋ჿ ࣪🧶⃝̟݀⊹ ׅ ๋ ◌
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