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‹ previous | next › ↳ SYNOPSIS › You never intended for any of this to happen! Thriving from the attention your step-daughter's boyfriend, you never meant for anything to go past the innocent flirting and soft-spoken comments. Jungkook, however, didn't think anything of it when he first met you but the more he got to know you, the more he knew he was falling. He knows this is wrong. You two shouldn't be sneaking around like this but once he finally gets a taste of what he truly desires, there was no turning back. › masterlist ‹

1 › SUGAR BUDDY » RATING › 18+ [M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T] » GENRE(S) › smut, angst » AU › infidelity, (sort of) college, daughter's bf » PAIRING(S) › jeon jungkook x f!reader » SIDE PAIRING(S) › jeon jungkook x min yoonji, reader x (no name)male!oc » TYPE › SERIES | 5 chapter(s) » WORD(S) › 6.6k+ » CH. SYNOPSIS › You fall into bed with Jungkook. A mistake you will ultimately regret. » SMUT WARNING(S) › sub!jungkook, domme!reader, noona!reader, college!jk (doesn't matter tbh), cheating [on both sides cause 🤷🏽], reader has nipple piercings cause 🤷🏽, dub-con, premature ejaculation, somnophilia, possessive behavior, pussy fingering, dirty talk, sexual coercion, orgasm denial, male masturbation, unprotected s*x, reader has a tattoo, & fingering [I believe that's everything]. » ORIGINAL POST DATE › 06/30/2019 » RE-POSTED DATE › 11/05/23 » A/N › Thank you @/saradika for the divider(s)! Pictures are from Pinterest!

It was a mistake for Jungkook to fall into this rabbit hole.

The gentle smiles, the sincerity of your constant worrying, and the fact that you were someone he shouldn’t have found himself falling for.

Even your little ticks became engraved in his mind. It was a way for him to pinpoint how you were feeling in the moment. The way you’d pick at your arm when you were anxious to the way your giggles grew into fits of laughter the funnier you thought something was.

Over time his infatuation grew deeper and stronger and with that came the depravity. The desperation to be near you became almost unbearable.

To touch you.

To feel you.

He could go on and on but the truth is he has become obsessed with everything you did and the sad part?

You’re not even his. He’s ‘dating’ your step-daughter. He doesn't care about her. To him, she was disposable. The only really he's still here is because she's the only way to get to you. And you?

You have a… husband. A shitty one but you have one, nonetheless. He didn’t matter. The guy was a disposable piece of shit who did not deserve you.

Like his daughter.

Jungkook knew from the moment she introduced him to you that your husband does not deserve your kind soul. Your husband doesn’t deserve your love.

To fuck you.

Make love to you.

He doesn’t fucking deserve you.

From the outside looking in, your husband doesn't seem to be treating you right and based on what he has heard from Yoonji. And if he’s being honest, Jungkook thinks he’s cheating too BUT that’s a discussion for another time. He notices the way you cringe away from that… filth .

Did his touch feel tainted to you as well? Did it feel foreign? Or do you hate it as much as he hates him touching you?

Before meeting you, Jungkook had no idea what people meant when they said they were fated to meet someone.

You weren’t the woman of his dreams or anything but there was the certain pull he had toward you. Your kindness, your unfiltered loving nature.

Jungkook doesn’t want you to give that love away.

You shouldn’t because that should belong to him. Right?

If your husband knew the true reason why he was hanging around so much there would be so many issues.

Good thing he doesn’t.

He tried to fight his ever growing feelings but it all came to a head the moment he stopped fighting his feelings. He saw you in a distinctive light because you were no longer just Yoonji’s stepmother. You were you. A woman he knew he would do anything and everything for.

It’s another reason why he’s in your room kneeling by your marital bed without a care in the world.

If anyone were to see him here in this moment, they would swear he had floating hearts swarming around his head as he gaze lovingly at your exhausted figure.

Jungkook caresses the side of your face with the back of his hand and trails his fingers toward your dainty lips (which are currently in a pout).

He goes soft in the way you subconsciously snuggle into his hand.

He grins fondly.

He wants nothing more but to kiss you breathless. Show you how much better he is than that man.

But alas…

All he can do is admire.

Admire how beautiful you look dreaming away and currently unaware of how he’s eagerly admiring everything that is you in front of him. Your body, your face- nothing goes unnoticed.

It’s when he yanks the cover down, he groans. Almost a little too loud.

Your body shudders from the sudden chill that runs through your body as you instinctively turn from laying on your side to your stomach.

It’s then the clothes you're wearing catch his attention.

It’s not your usual sleepwear (he knows because he’s seen you walking around in clothes that are much tighter and scandalous )but Jungkook can appreciate it all the same.

Ironically, you have a sleeping panda on your shirt with the words ‘ don’t bother me ’ stitched above it. A tiny crop top shirt you made into an off-the-shoulder shirt.

The new position also gives him a very nice view of your ass. The gray booty shorts are riding up your ass because you move so much in your sleep.

It also gives him a view of the pretty lotus flower on the back of your thigh that he’s come to love. The words ‘Always a lover, Never a fighter ’ are in cursive underneath it.

He was amazed when you told him how and why you got it. The contrast of colors looks so pretty on your skin.

He runs his finger over it only to see your leg jerk in response. You’re so damn sensitive and loves it though, he knows he has to be careful.

The last thing he wants is to wake you up. At least, not yet.

The more he watches you, the more his mouth waters.

He wants to taste you but that would have to wait until your husband isn’t present.

He probably wouldn’t be allowed in the house ever again if the two of you were caught and that’s something he doesn’t want to happen.

Right now?

Patience is a virtue.

Jungkook settles for your step-daughter for now. Despite the differences, he knows that if he holds out long enough, he will have his chance. He’ll make sure of it.

It doesn’t help that when he’s fucking her, he’s thinking of you.

Your beautiful body. She doesn’t have breasts like yours. Your full lips. Your incredibly long, worshipable legs. Everything about you is to be worshiped like the Queen… the Goddess you are.

He could go on and on about how he would take you apart piece by piece. He would make you feel and love him. He would make you want him.

It will all happen in due time.

For now, he’ll sit and wait for his chance to unravel everything.

Just then Jungkook the moment the bed creaks under your husband's weight.

One opportunity occurs when your husband heads downstairs to get water.

He knows he should be in the guest room where you and Yoonji left him and he knows there’s no excuse for him to be in here but he couldn’t miss the chance to be next to you.

He gently moves you so you’re laid on your side and facing him. He climbs into your side of the bed, coming face to face as your breath tickles his neck.

Looking at your face, you deserve so much better. You deserve him.

…And he’s prepared to give you all of him. He wants you to know that he’s right here and he’s not going anywhere. He would never do that to you.

He shifts your leg over his hip and buries his face into your chest as his heart races at the thought of getting caught. Inhaling your natural scent mixed with the perfume you’re wearing, burning it into his memory.

As soon as he hears your husband is back, he shrinks into himself so he doesn’t get caught. Vibrating with the excitement of you being so close, he tries his best to hold still.

All he wants to do, however, is kiss you breathless. Caress your body like it deserves to be worshiped.

Your body is so. fucking. warm. He can still lay with you like this all the time, watching you rest peacefully in his arms is a treat in itself.

You look so stunning under the moonlight, he could have kissed you right then and there if every time he moved the bed didn’t squeak.

He goes to kiss the top of your breast as the door creaks from your husband trying to quietly shut the door (albeit poorly).

Jungkook hopes he rolls over, falls back asleep and ignores the very visible lump next to his wife but instead, he feels a hand (that clearly isn’t yours or his) jerk you so your back is laid against your husband's chest.

He even had the audacity to wrap his arm around your waist.

‘Fucking Dumb Ass…’ Jungkook grunts, hand twitching to peel his slimy hands off of you. Your hu- no, that filth doesn’t deserve to hold you.

He doesn’t know if your husband has fallen asleep or not but he’s missing your warmth.

Maybe if he knocks him out, it’ll get him to leave the two of you alone.

(Just a thought). Jungkook shakes his head though the thought still lingers.

Trust, if he could do it and get away with it, he would.

He doesn’t want to rouse the man so he waits in hopes to hear his snoring soon.

Growing impatient the more he has to wait because this could be his only chance to get to touch you like he wants to. And… this ass hole is ruining it.

It’s like he knows.

Maybe he does.

After waiting for damn near fifteen minutes, Jungkook takes another ten minutes to ensure dumb ass is asleep.

He tears you away from your husband, wanting to push him completely off the bed but that would, more than likely, startle him awake.

Instead, he replaces your husband’s arm with his own though he realizes he can’t move as much as he would like. As long as he can move his hand and arm, he’s fine.

He starts to reach inside your shorts only to realize you're not wearing underwear.

He entertains the thought of you knowing he was coming to bed with you and that you were readying yourself for him.

Because you want him too… right?

He starts rubbing circles into your clit, hearing you gasp at the slight coldness of his touch. Your hips buck into his as if you know. Even so, he knows you don't realize it's him touching you.

For all you know, your body thinks it’s your husband.

Oh, what he would give to be able to fuck you silly.

“Why couldn’t I have found you before you married him?” He ponders the ‘what if’, bypassing the fact that you were older than him.

It didn’t matter though. He would still love you all the same.

“I want you so bad I can taste it…” He picks up his pace, listening to you pant out moan after moan.

You're clueless, unknowing of the boy who’s currently taking advantage of you.

“So fucking hot…” He gently presses his lips to yours to test and see if you'll respond.

His body shivers at how soft they were against him.

He yanks the right side of your shirt down to expose your breast before gently taking your nipple into his mouth.

You let out a faded whimper. Your mind thinks it’s your husband but in reality…

“So sweet, Noona.”

You blink awake, trying to figure out what's going on. It takes you a minute to realize it.

As you try to wake up, your mind is in a state of disarray.

You don’t realize who you’re looking at until you take in his wide eyes and boyish grin. Something is amiss.

You flinch but he’s quick to shush you with a kiss. The metal in his lip is cold against yours and for a second you fight with the idea of fighting him off of you.

Remember he’s stronger than you are.

And the fact that you’re sure you would wake him up if you keep moving so much.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You grit through your teeth but he’s quick to place his hand over your mouth.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Wha-”

“I promise I won’t. Please don’t be scared, Noona.”

He’s hesitant to lean into you but when you stop fighting, he starts to nuzzle his nose against your jaw.

“I just want to lay with you.”

He can sense the panic written all over your face and the fact that your husband is behind you, doesn’t help either.

“W-Why?” You ask, head tilting as you’re completely bewildered at this.

You don’t remember him ever showing you interest and even if he did. He’s dating Yoonji and you’re fucking married.

“Jun-”

“It’s you.” You wither at his answer, unsure of what he means.

“Why?” You speak so softly, you’re unsure if Jungkook heard you.

Jungkook, on the other hand, shakes his head and you know he’s not going to tell you what you want to know.

At least, not right now. (Even if he’s elated at the turn of events) because to have a taste of you would be the sweetest treat anyone can grant him.

He leans closer to peck you on the lips again before smiling wider.

“We can save that talk for another time though. You were close to cumming, no?”

“We shouldn’t.”

“Why? I wanna make you feel good. Please let me! I know he’s not taking care of you.” Your breath hitches the moment you feel his lips against your pulse point, a chill running straight through your spine.

“Fuck-” You gasp, feeling his hand move over your stomach and down to the band of your shorts. He smiles at your resistance but he knows you won’t last much longer. “Jungkook… Wait.”

“Please don’t make me. I want you so fucking bad.”

“But what about-”

Jungkook moves away from you as if your words scorched the air around you. It’s only when you bring your hand to touch his cheek that you feel his jaw clench and unclench.

“He doesn’t matter. I can make you feel so much better.”

“Jungkook. You have to realize how ridiculous this is? You’re dating my daughter.”

“And?”

“What-”

As you glare into his eyes, you realize you should have seen this coming.

The little touches when your husband wasn’t looking.

How he’d hold you by your waist when you were alone (which was rare).

The kiss your cheek (something you’re sure someone wouldn’t do unless they felt something for said person).

The little remarks he made about how he would treat you if you were his. How he would love you, please you.

You chose to ignore all of this, thinking it was an innocent crush. He wouldn’t dare do anything.

Oh, how wrong you were.

You weren’t going to lie, Jungkook was a handsome young man but that’s what he was. A young man. You felt wrong. As if you were taking advantage of him but that’s not the case. Right?

“He doesn’t touch you like this anymore. Does he?”

You clasp your lips together to contain the whine threatening to release, knowing you can’t move around too much if you don’t want to alert your husband to what's going on.

Eyes closed, you take a deep breath.

Not wanting to think about much of anything as he toys with you by playing with the hem of your shorts.

He wants to dip his fingers inside. Your pussy was so warm as he felt you getting wetter the more he played with your clit.

He can’t wait to fill you the way you deserve, your pretty walls stretching around his cock like it should.

He hums, pulling your leg over his hip again. He’s loving this.

Your eyes well up with unshed tears and your irritation running rampant because what the fuck? Why were you on the verge of crying?

You don’t have to cheat but God, your body is screaming for you to let him take care of you like he wants to.

“You cry, Noona. I just wanna take care of you,” He mutters, placing his hand on your cheek to wipe the strays away. “I want to take care of you. I want you.” He bites his bottom lip before pulling you closer by your chin. “I know you want me too.”

“Jungkook…”

“Please?”

Fuck! Why did he look so damn fine begging for it?

You take a soft breath to calm your nerves as the weight of his words hit you. It makes you feel sick to your stomach.

“Jungkook. We can’t. You know we can’t… What about Yoonji?”

“Yoonji…” Jungkook scoffs the moment you frown, heart slamming against your chest as you want to know what the hell is going through his brain. You want to know what he’s thinking and why he’s being so damn bold all of a sudden.

When you search his face for a crack in his facade, you don’t find one.

“What about her?”

“She’s your girlfriend. You should be with her. N-”

“I can’t even think about being with her when you exist.”

He presses his lips to yours again as your brain is processing what's currently happening.

More like short circuiting.

The sensation of melting in his arms makes you pliant as he moves his lips against yours. It's hard to pinpoint your feelings.

The sensation of melting in his arms makes you pliant as he moves his lips against yours. It's hard to pinpoint your feelings

Your only awareness is the sensation of his lips against yours. You know you shouldn't kiss him back.

You should technically shove him off the bed but...

They feel so good against your own. He feels good. That you can't even deny your body the love it deserves.

A small spark grows the more you indulge in this fantasy.

While you know it's definitely not right, the fact that he’s expressed how much he wants you makes you feel something you shouldn’t.

“Jungkook…”

“Don’t fight it.”

He gazes into your eyes, enchanted with the way you hold back the whine within your throat.

He wants to satisfy you but also obey your every word.

He was willing to wait for the right time, wanting to make your first time with him special.

A simple date or two.

Getting you alone in his place or here in your home.

Telling you everything you want to hear and more and getting you to dump your loser husband.

The more he saw you with him, the more he grew impatient.

“You make this so hard for me,” He whispers against your lips, brushing away your tears before grasping your hand and bringing it down to his hardening cock. It’s straining against his sweats, begging to be let free. “In more ways than one.”

“J-”

“You do this to me, Noona. I can’t even fuck her without thinking about being buried in you. It's hard not to scream your name while I’m cumming in her.”

He ruts against your hand but you haven’t moved away either and you don’t even know why.

And why were you getting so turned on by this?

You’re supposed to be the adult here.

You’re supposed to be the one to push him away, tell him no.

Tell him how wrong this is. How fucked up it would be if either Yoonji or your husband found out.

B U T…

The thought of being touched by him and touching him was slowly clouding your judgment.

It’s not as if you didn’t find him attractive. The moment he walked through the front door you found yourself eyeing him but you didn’t think he saw you.

And at the end of the day, he was Yoonji’s boyfriend and you weren’t about to break up someone else's relationship.

Even if you wanted a good fuck.

You don’t even remember the last time you came while fucking your husband. He was losing his touch and well, you’ve been craving scratch that itch and you knew Jungkook was willing to give your body what it needed.

When Jungkook's hand travels underneath your shirt, his fingers caress your underbust and your brain completely malfunctions.

Your husband and Yoonji are long gone as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth to nip at it.

“I can make you feel so good, Noona. I’ll be your good boy.” He whispers his promises against your lips before pressing his lips against yours again. “I can make you cum so good.”

Maybe it was the fact that you haven’t felt wanted in a while, especially by your husband in a very long time that made you want to give it.

Or maybe it was the fact that you had this man in your bed claiming you were the one for him and that he didn’t need anyone else.

You don’t know what it was that had you giving into his advances, you only knew that your resolve was breaking.

And the crazy part?

You should feel… something? Right?

Anger. Remorse. Guilt at the fact you would be blatantly cheating on your husband while you’re lying in bed with him but right now, you feel nothing.

And you don’t know if you would ever feel anything about it.

Once you’re actively thinking about it you realize that maybe you have fallen out of love. But were you even in love in the first place?

Your husband barely looks at you anymore.

You’ve tried everything you could think of to get that spark back but nothing has worked.

You came to the conclusion that he wasn’t physically attracted to you anymore but understanding that fact hurts more than you let on.

“Please let me touch you more, Noona?” It comes off as a question, pleading with you to give in. And you do, nodding as he’s quick to grab your waist to pull you on top of him. He caresses your bare thighs, his eyes twinkling at the sight of you straddling his hips.

He’s dreamed of this moment and to have it come true, his heart is about to burst from the excitement.

He reaches up to pull you in for another kiss but you stop him with a finger to his lips.

He groans.

A little too loud for your liking but you know you have to be cautious.

You don’t want to wake the grinch.

Though you can’t believe you’re even doing this but you allow yourself to forget. Even if it’s just for a moment.

You forget the fact that this is your step-daughter’s boyfriend and the fact that they’ve been together for almost a year.

You forget that you have a husband and that he’s currently present in your bed until-

“Honey?”

“Y-Yeah? Yes, baby…?” Choking out a response, you get Jungkook to get out of the bed as you watch him blindly reach for you. You’re quicker to reach behind you to grab his hand, hoping he doesn’t wake in his quest to find you.

“Why’re you awake?”

“Bathroom.” You chuckle, not to give away how nervous you are but he doesn’t seem to notice. He hums, pulling you to turn you around to face him so he can nuzzle his face into your breast.

“Go to sleep.”

“You too.” You clear your throat, feeling the bed dip knowing Jungkook is crawling back into it after you told him not to. You can hear your husband soft snoring, knowing he’s settling into his new position.

(You were always amazed at how he was able to fall straight asleep).

You peel your body away from him to replace it with a pillow and wait, hoping to God he doesn’t reach over to figure out what the hell the two of you are getting up to.

With a sigh of relief, he doesn't.

You can breathe once he stops moving, taking the moment to shoo Jungkook out of the room. Only he doesn’t move.

“You need to go back to the guest room.” You push him toward the door but he still doesn’t budge, holding on to you tighter to prove his point.

“I’m not leaving without you.”

You sigh in frustration, knowing he is telling the truth. Nothing will stop him from having you, he's so close.

“Jungkook.”

He matches your energy and calling your name the same way but you’re unamused and irritated.

“Go!”

“No!”

You hadn't realized he switched spots, backing you into the bedroom door and squatting to pick you up. He wraps your legs around his waist and squishes you against the door with a loud thud.

You chastise him, harshly whispering for him to put you down but he doesn’t listen.

Instead, he’s quick to open the do and carry you kicking and screaming out of the room.

Not literally, of course. Although you realize that you've played right into his hands.

You can feel the tension between the two of you as you bury your face into his neck.

He knows you need some type of relief from the teasing he subjected you to earlier and he’s going to give it to you. His patience has run thin and so has yours.

Besides, you could do without your husband's mediocre performance.

“Jungkook…” You glance down but a heavy noise startles the both of you out of your reverie. He looks to see the light shining from Yoonji’s door.

Of course, she would be awake. It’s like they’re doing everything in their power to make sure he doesn’t get his way.

“Ju-” He cuts you off with a kiss, pushing you to hide in the bathroom as he tells you once he closes the door to make your way to the guest room. As you nod, you wonder if it really is worth the trouble but you are sopping wet and you need relief.

Even if it's self-help.

Jungkook is growing impatient as he watches Yoonji from the door. He watches her move about in her room, making a mental note to give her something to help her sleep next time. He cracks the door enough for him to hear you walk by before getting to work to get her to go to bed.

You know you shouldn’t be listening but you can hear the desperation in her voice when she whines for him to stay.

She even begs him to kiss her and for a second, you feel awful for what you’re literally about to do.

You stop in your tracks, pausing at the guest bedroom as you contemplate going back to your bedroom and just masturbating. Sighing your resolve, you turn to head back only to run right into Jungkook.

“Are you okay?” It literally took him close to ten minutes to get her to stop complaining. What happened within that time frame? “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Um-”

“What?” Jungkook panics, frantically reaching for your wrist to grasp. “Stay. Please stay, Noona. C’mon”

He’s quick to pull you toward the guest room and shut the door, spin around to pick you up before laying you down on the bed.

His hands caress everywhere he can as he worships your body. Particularly your thighs. He wouldn’t mind his head being crushed by them while he’s eating you out.

And your legs…

God, what he wouldn’t do to keep them wrapped tight along his waist.

“You can’t leave. We were just getting started. Can I?”

Despite your protests, he’s already yanked your shorts down your legs and started climbing between them with a groan.

He can’t wait to taste you but that will have to wait for another time.

You on your back and spread out like a full-course meal, his brain turns to mush instantly.

“Noona…” He mewls the instant he sinks into your warmth, nails digging into the bed as your walls tighten around his cock. God, why are you so damn tight? “So sweet. So perfect for me,” He whines.

Moments after he bottoms out, you moan, biting against your knuckle to remain silent. The last thing you need is for them to figure out where you are, what you’re doing, and who you’re doing it with.

Jungkook, however, holds onto you for dear life as he can feel you squeeze his cock, knowing if he moves…

He’s going to cum and he doesn’t want to do that. Not yet.

He wonders if you can feel the difference between him and your husband. Is he bigger? Thicker? Longer? He wants to know but he doesn’t want to seem insecure. (In which, he’s not. He just wants the validation).

“Fuck me...”

Instantly, Jungkook begins to curse when you run your fingers through his hair as he meets your gaze.

You can see the lust coursing through his eyes, knowing that this gaze was for you.

He wanted you. And right here at this moment, he has you.

“If I had known you’d feel this amazing I would have fucked you sooner. So fucking hot.”

“Yeah? You wanna move, baby boy? We don’t have much time.” Jungkook groans at the nickname as you glance toward the door worried one of them might waltz right in.

You don’t feel like explaining why you’re tangled up with him and you definitely don't feel like getting yourself off.

Call it selfish.

You don’t care because right now you’re focused on the now and that’s cumming your brains out.

“L-Let me savor this,” he complains but you know you don't have the time.

As he grasps the sheets around your head to ground himself, you roll your hips back into his. He wasn’t ready for you to take charge though he can’t deny that he likes it. In the end, he subconsciously goes with the rhythm.

“You can do that another time. C’mon.” You shove against his chest as Jungkook’s heart leaps against his chest at the thought of there being a next time. “Make me feel good, baby.”

“O-Okay.”

Jungkook starts off slow, watching as his cock enters in and then out. His brain breaks into a frenzy as after a few minutes, his soft thrusts turn into harsh pounding. It’s almost unnatural with how his hips move.

“Slow down, baby…”

Jungkook whines his distaste. However, from the way your nose is scrunched, he knows you’re not feeling as good as he knows he can make you feel.

You look as if you were in more pain than pleasure.

And we can’t have that, now can we?

He reaches down to stroke your clit, seeing you squirm in his hold. The way you moan his name is one of the sexiest things he’s heard.

Not even Yoonji can compare.

He wonders if you’ll let him record them for later.

“D-Does it feel good, now?” He’s apologetic but nervous to ask because well, he doesn’t want to disappoint on his first time.

“Angle your hips.”

He does as he’s told, holding onto your waist as he rocks harder. Going deeper than before. It makes you gasp, covering your mouth with your hands when he hits that spot that makes your toes curl.

A soft mewl releases as he starts to fuck you good.

“You’re so big.”

Jungkook’s hips stutter at the praise and only takes you seconds to realize the power your praises hold over him.

You bite your lip as you hold his gaze, finger underneath his chin.

For the life of him, he doesn’t know when the power dynamic changed but he’s so turned on, he doesn’t care.

He fucking loves it.

It’s so different from the sex that he has with Yoonji but it doesn’t change how he feels. If anything, it enhances it.

“Noona…” He tries to bury his face into your neck as you grip him by his hair to yank him back. “Fuck!”

“You like that?” You ask, pussy squeezing his cock as his eyes roll to the back of his head. “Hm?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Shhh.” You smirk at his desperation. “Quiet now. You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

“N-No. Oh, f-”

You stick your fingers in his mouth to feel him sucking on them, listening to him whimper in pleasure.

As much as you want to continue, you know if you go too long your husband will get suspicious and there’s no doubt Yoonji will be looking for him once she wakes again.

Plus if anyone were to walk by, they would think Jungkook was masturbating or something. They wouldn’t know that it was with you but wouldn’t that would be the surprise of the century.

“So good, baby. Fucking good…” He whines, pressing his lips to your neck as he continues to fuck you harder.

“Yeah?”

“Y-Yes. I want you all the time, Noona.”

“Mmm, that sounds like a treat.” You moan, head falling back as you rock your hips up for him to go deeper. “That’s it, baby.” You chuckle, your walls giving him a soft squeeze. He whines at the feeling, begging you to let him cum as he grips the sheets next to your head. His eyes closed, panting in an almost feverishly feral way. “Tell me… How long have you been wanting me?”

“Since she first introduced me to you. Your husband doesn’t deserve you, Noona.”

Jungkook's hips grow sloppier as time goes on and with the way you’re pushing back, he knows he won’t be able to hold on much longer.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” He gasps, massaging your belly. He wants to knock you up so bad but… He knows he can’t, not until your stupid husband is out of the picture but just thinking about you walking around, pregnant with his child. Turns him on…

so.

fucking.

Much.

“You’re so good for Noona, baby. You’re doing so well. Feels so good.” You grip Jungkook’s chin to stare him right in the eyes. “Cum for me, baby.”

It’s the lust filled fire that takes over your eyes, the way your pussy grips his cock and the way whisper some of the dirtiest shit he’s ever heard into his ear with that low, seductive voice of yours.

To be honest, you don't even have to try.

You don’t know what you do to him.

“Fuck!” Jungkook stops before he can, “No. No… Wait…”

Jungkook’s firm in his answer, hooking his arms underneath your legs to bend them back further. He leans over your body, leaving you face to face as he grinds into you.

You softly gasp, feeling him go deeper than he was before.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Jungkook groans when your nails drag down his back.

No doubt leaving red streaks in its wake.

“Mark me, Noona.” Jungkook whines, “Let everyone know I’m yours.”

He’s panting against your neck as he tries to hold on for much longer once you start to squeeze his dick harder.

“I wanna make you cum first.”

“You think you deserve to make me cum?” You’re even sassier than before and he fucking loves it.

“I do. P-Please let me! I can show you, Noona.”

In a fit of giggles, you stroke your thumb against his lips and in return, he sucks it into his mouth. The sensation is incredibly hot and Jungkook can feel his cock throb at the feeling.

“Ride me.” He says, blushing at the thought of watching in a very intimate state. “I-I can make you cum faster.”

You push Jungkook onto his back, allowing him to pull you into his lap.

To him, the view is unimaginable. The way you breast hangs out of your top to the way your pussy sucks him right in as you lower yourself onto it. You toss your head back with a groan, hands stationed on his chest as his hands travel from your thighs to your ass.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

“G-God you feels so fucking deep, baby.”

He holds his hand out to intertwine with yours and when you accept it, it makes him feel like he’s on cloud nine. Making love to you instead of a quick fuck that he just so happened to initiate.

“Use me.”

You smirk, moving your hips with a newfound purpose. You want to give him what he wants.

“Is that what you want?”

“Fucking yes! Please!” At this point, you’re sure the both of you can be heard but Jungkook seems to not care. It’s only when you hear a couple of timid knocks against the door that your eyes grow wide.

You’re quick to place your hand over Jungkook’s mouth as he mirrors your expression. You can feel his heart drumming against his chest, whimpering when you try to get comfortable.

“Jungkook?”

Of course, it’s Yoonji. You roll your eyes before leaning over to whisper in his ear.

“Answer her.”

“Yes?”

“Are you awake?”

“I-um…” Jungkook had planned to play as if he was asleep but you forced him to answer. “I was falling asleep, actually.”

“Can I come in?”

You snarl, “Did you lock the door?”

“I t-think so.” Jungkook can’t remember. “I don’t remember. I’m so sorry.”

Usually, you would find him being shy so fucking adorable but right now, you can feel your orgasm simmering in the pit of your stomach and all you want to do is cum but you also want to strangle him too.

The doorknob rattle and both of you release the breath you were holding.

“Fuck me.” You mouth to him as he widens his eyes.

You're glad he understands quickly. You can’t help but love how desperate he is as he rocks his hips into you. God, he's so desperate for you.

“If you can stay quiet, I’ll let you cum.” You say in his ear and he’s quick to nod. He can feel you as you swivel your hips and lean in to whisper, “If you’re quiet enough she’ll go away.”

Jungkook holds you tight by the waist, his nails digging into your bare skin. Your pussy feels warm and wet. His cock fits perfectly inside and he doesn’t want to move.

You snap your fingers next to his ear as he blinks, coming back to his reality.

“Focus,” You grunt, going back to rolling your hips again. You set the pace for him to get the both of you off quicker. He even helps by licking his finger and playing with your clit.

You moan a little too loud but catch yourself before it gets louder.

You don’t know if your step daughter is still standing outside and waiting. All you know is your body feels like it’s on fire and you’re so close.

So, so close.

And by the way Jungkook’s cock is twitching, he’s ready too. With the shuffling of feet indicating that she’s gone back to her room, you keep riding him as he bites down on the blanket on the bed to control his moans.

Anything to take his mind off of what is going to come next.

“I’m about to cum… “ He warns and all it takes is more praise, a weak clench of your walls, and a hand full of breasts to get him to fall over the edge.

“Did you-”

Jungkook groans, “I-I didn’t mean to! You feel so… I- fuck… I’m sorry.” His chest heaves, glancing at you like a puppy who's been kicked. Puppy eyes on a hundred, he goes to grab your hand to hold but you shake him off to get up. “Just let me-”

“It’s alright, Jungkook.”

“But…” He pouts, “Y-You haven’t cum.”

“Sweetheart, it’s okay.” You lean over to kiss the corner of his lips but he soon turns his head to capture yours. The kiss is softer than it should be for the situation you’ve found yourself in and when you pull away, he frowns. You chuckle at his attitude. “Get some rest. I need to get back before he wakes up.”

“Please Noona? Let me finish you off. I promise I can. I ju-”

“Maybe next time.” Those are the last words you say before you get dressed and try to sneak back to your room.

As Jungkook lies back against the pillows, his brain goes into overdrive. He wonders when the next time will be.

“I’ll be ready next time.” Jungkook smiles as his thoughts swirl in a dream world.

Next time can’t come fast enough.

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lemonyko0 · 11 months

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Rum Raisin - jjk

» genre: fluff, a bit of angst, and smut :)

» wc: 3.6k

» description: established relationship! sickeningly sweet, mentions of cheating (dw it's not real </3), good ol' praise kink :P

Rum Raisin

you were sleeping soundly on a saturday afternoon, basking in your day off when jungkook came into the room, jumped onto the bed beside you and proceeded to pull you into him, purposefully stirring you from sleep and sprinkling you with kisses and squeezes in an effort to curb your impending whining.

you let out a sound of discontent as he pulls you out of the warmth of your side of the bed. it barely lasts a second though, until you're begging him to stop kissing you for just a moment, “you're gonna leave marks, koo.” you warn him.

you can feel him shake his head, “i won't. but i don't really care, either.” he laughs mischievously and kisses you harder just to get a rise from you and it works, causing you to giggle and squirm in his embrace in an attempt to doge him but you know you hold no chance of getting away from him unless he wants you to (and he obviously does not).

“you're in a good mood. missed me that much?” you tease, trying to get him to move on from the campaign against work-(in)appropriate hickeys.

he hums affirmatively, finally resting his face against your head as he pulls your back tight against his chest. “mom was upset i couldn't bring you. she talked my ear off about how great you are and how i need to work hard for a girl like you.”

you nod, “good good, smart woman.”

he chuckled and squeezed your sides as a tease, “i skipped out on dinner because i wanted to eat with you.”

you grinned and turned in his arms to face him. just as you'd predicted, he has that glint in his eyes. you always notice it when he’s in a particularly good mood, and especially when he’s alone with you. you think he’s just special to have it written in his face like that, he is totally in love with you. and you wonder if other people can see it too.

you take his face and press your nose against his as he anticipates and a kiss, “do you wanna make something together or eat out?”

his eyes flicker open and he takes one of your hands from your face and holds it instead, “i was thinking of grabbing takeout from that chinese place since it's beside the store and we’re chronically out of milk and eggs.” you groaned, you hated that store. “it's okay whiney, i'll just run in and get it.”

“no you've driven all day, let me drive.” you pout.

he shakes his head insistently, “my tank is full and you're barely awake, i'll drive.”

you let the pout sit and argue no further. he grins and kisses you until you don't even remember you were pouting in the first place and can't think of anything besides him.

you let your hand tug gently at his curls. he's letting his hair grow long nowadays, feeling comfortable and bold enough to try something new with your constant encouragement. you can't deny it may be for selfish reasons. he looks disgustingly attractive with short hair and an undercut, but there's just something about running your hand through his wavy locks and being able to gently pull at his hair that works a certain magic on you. that, and you found (much to your annoyance) that he simply looks good with any hairstyle. you suppose some people are just that lucky and god must've treated him like a treasured sculpture.

eventually his sweet lips pull away from yours and he’s patting your butt with a grin, “get dressed, baby.”

you reluctantly pull yourself out of bed and to your dresser, finding the nearest pair of jeans and replacing only your pj bottoms before grabbing a pair of socks. jungkook watches you inquisitively from the door, “no top?”

you laugh, you certainly had a top on but you didn't feel like putting in the effort of not only changing that but also finding a bra, especially when you weren't leaving the car. so you shook your head, “no need.”

he stares at you dangerously, leaning against the doorframe as he pulls the lip ring in the corner of his mouth with his teeth. he shrugs, still staring profanely at your chest and the way your low-cut long sleeve shapes it.

you walk to him and place a hand underneath his chin and lift his head, “i do have eyes you know, and they're not down there.”

he follows you out and towards the door before cutting in front of you and backing you against the nearest wall, “oh i know, it's just a girl like you deserves to have every part of her admired,” he leans against the wall with one arm pressed against it and the other running from your jaw to your hip, “and not just her pretty eyes.”

you have a fleeting moment of sanity when your stomach rumbles and you think had it not been for your own survival instincts, a different set of instincts would've taken over entirely and dinner would have been long forgotten.

you press onto your toes to kiss his cheek, knowing full well where kissing him anywhere else would lead to, and tell him despite how hot that show was, that you both needed to eat.

he laughed and pulled out his phone, taking your order and calling it in as you grab your things and put your shoes on.

jungkook made quick work of running in to grab your food, tucking it securely in the backseat before driving to the store.

he squeezed your thigh from the drivers seat, and you refrained from telling him to stay focused on driving because the way his fingers grip your leg with just the right amount of pressure has your face flushing. you blame it on missing him, or maybe the little show he put on before you left, but the smirk on his face tells you he’s doing everything purposefully.

“i'll be quick.” he tells you after parking the car, leaning over for a quick peck before running into the store.

as the sun sets, the car visor becomes increasingly ineffective and leaves you reaching into the glovebox for the pair of sunglasses you put in there last summer.

you find the case perfectly intact, but you also find something else.

you're not terrifically well-versed in the world of makeup but you've been trying to learn. one thing you've avidly avoided was lipstick. it never seemed to suit you and you didn't enjoy the way it dried your lips or the way past boyfriends used it as an excuse not to kiss you goodnight. you warmed at the thought that jungkook would never be that guy, and in fact kissed you so much the day you bought your first gloss that you'd think he was trying to make you use it all.

but that warm feeling fades at the realization that your boyfriend, who had just spent two days at his ‘parents house’ (which he's never done before in all three years, save for holidays, and certainly never without you) had someone else's lipstick in his car.

you knew of the rule, or at least, saw it on social media. a tale as old as time and a sure-fire way to let the poor ‘other woman’ know that someone else had been there, with their man: leave something in the car. hair ties, nails, jewelry, and even, makeup.

you sincerely don't think jungkook’s that guy. he's not once expressed discontent within your relationship. you've spent the last three years within that honeymoon phase and even your friends joke you couldn't possibly be more up each other's butts than you already are.

but you're rational. achingly so. of course you're not going to sit here and think he would do something like that, why would you? you know if you were anyone else you'd tell them to face the music, the obvious was right in front of them. you ran through every scenario, maybe it was a gift? but the packaging was gone, it'd been opened. jungkook has never bought you makeup before either, you figure he'd be all but terrified of the implications of doing so.

you try your best to run through every possibility of how this would have gotten in here, maybe he found it on the ground? picked it up to throw it away? some random girl just handed it to him! but why take it? nothing made rational sense and you were growing increasingly upset with your lack of excuse.

you hear the backseat door swing open as he places the groceries securely on the floor before getting into the drivers seat. he secures his seatbelt before looking over at you, and his face drops immediately. “are you alright?”

your brows are furrowed and you're struck silent. you can do nothing but hand it to him. you hold the lipstick up to him and can't look him in the eyes, entirely horrified by what you might read on his face.

he takes the small tube from your hands and pauses, “what is it, lipstick?”

“i don't know, you tell me.” the car goes silent and you bid yourself to look over at him and immensely regret it.

at first he was confused, but once he saw the way you looked at him, he was gutted. “oh, no, no, y/n, it's okay! it's okay! look!” he showed me the bottom of the tube, “it's rum raisin! it's my mom favorite, she gave it to me because she bought one for you. she wanted you to match and she thought it'd look good on you.”

you debated the plausibility of his story, he sounded confident. that would be a difficult thing to make up on the fly in the detail he described it, and that is 100% something his mother would do. she is infatuated with you, and treats you like her own daughter. she's bought you clothes before, and matching colors at that. and she did always wear a brown lipstick.

you took the tube from his hands an opened it, sure enough it was the same shade and unused, it'd just lost its sticker.

you stared at him hard, “and you swear on your life that that's the truth?”

he nodded so aggressively he could've given himself whiplash, “absolutely, i'll call her right now.” you shook your head and stared down at your hands, letting it roll around in your palm. a wave of ease rushed over you.

he pulls his phone out anyway and sends a quick text before setting it back down and reaching across the car to grab your hands, rubbing your cheek with his thumb and making you look at him, “i would never do that to you, y/n.” you'd never seen him so serious in his entire life. you've only seen this level of determination and conviction one other time, which was when he asked you out. he wasn't lying then, and you can read him like a book, he wasn't lying now.

“i know.” you grin. “it just scared the piss out of me. why'd you put it in the glovebox?”

he grins, “i didn't know if they could like, melt in your pocket, and it bothered me rolling around in the seat. i forgot i put it in there.”

you nodded, very familiar with his weird tendencies. “i believe you.”

he gave you the same, earnest look, “are we good?”

you gave him a quick nod before kissing him several times over, this was the man you've loved for three years, no doubt about it.

you finally pulled away once it dawned on you where you were, “sorry, we’re still in public.”

“i don't care.” he pulled you back in by the back of your neck and kissed you harder. the warmth of his kiss was intensified by the coolness of that damn lip ring. you sincerely think this new hobby of his will be the death of you.

despite everything being all too wrong for you to keep going, neither one of you have the willpower to pull away. he grips you so tight you’re surprised you're not already in his lap and you lick at his lips like you couldn't get enough of him. he always give you more, though. he never denies you.

the only thing strong enough to pull you away was the ringing of his phone, and you both knew who was calling.

he reluctantly pulls away after fighting you over just ignoring her call. he answers it with a sigh, “hi mom.”

you can barely hear her over the phone until he puts it on speaker, “hi y/n! i got you that lipstick, it's the same color i used and you told me it looked good on me so it must look good on you too!”

you chuckled at her logic, “thank you mrs. jeon.”

jungkook made quick work of wrapping it up and saying goodbye to her, setting his phone down again and looking towards you with a grin, “just so you have no doubts, ever.”

you nod and smile sweetly to him, “thank you.”

you watch a smile form and he leans back in to kiss you and you put your hand against his chest to stop him, “uh uh.” you tsk.

he looks at you through hooded eyes, “what?”

“let's get us home first, then you can kiss me all you want.”

he smirks, “you shouldn't tell me that.”

the moment the grocery and takeout bags leave your hands he’s pressing you against the counter, effectively trapped between his arms as the other pulls you in by your waist. his kiss is intoxicating and you feel your rationality slipping the longer he acts like this. “we have food, koo.”

he chuckles, “i don't care.”

he reunites your lips and moves his hand down towards your ass, grabbing it hard and biting your lip gently. you begin to plead with him, “it'll be cold koo, you said you were starving.”

he shakes his head, “i wasn't talking about food.” oh.

he dips suddenly and you feel your feet lift off the ground as he sits you on the counter with a smirk, parting your legs and fitting so snugly between them like it was a second home. “normally i'd indulge you,” he speaks right below your ear, placing a kiss there, “be a real gentleman, stop myself.” he places another kiss along your throat, letting his large hand hold it taught as the other runs up your thigh, “but you don't really want me to stop, do you?”

you shook your head breathlessly, “no.”

you feel him grin, “do you mean it?”

you nodded eagerly, “yes, koo.” placing your hand above his that rests atop your thigh, and moving it towards your center.

you hear him chuckle and hum in your ear, “my good girl, showing me what she wants.” he unbuttons your jeans with ease and slides his hand into cup your heat, purposefully avoiding your lips so he can listen to your sweet noises as he circles your clit.

you don't hold back, because he deserves it. you let every hum and whine slip past your mouth until he can't stand to be apart from them, easily slipping his tongue in to drown out your voice. you kiss him back with vigor, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him impossibly closer and you feel him grin at your eagerness. you tug on the bottom of his shirt and he pulls back, “what do you want?”

“take your shirt off, please.”

he laughs as he grabs it from the bottom and pulls it over his head with ease. you easily gawk at him and his figure, a sight you'll never be tired of. “lean back.” he tells you, digging his thumbs in the waistband of your jeans, “lift your hips.” he instructs until your jeans join the growing pile on the floor. “so pretty.” he coos, tracing his lips in bruising kisses along your neck as his hand slips beneath your underwear, groaning in pride at the wetness between your legs. easily lending a finger inside your hole, gently curling it at its deepest points. jungkook was a fast learner in most subjects, but the quickest of them all was your body. "tell me what you want baby."

your grip on his shoulders was tight, like you'd fall from grace any second.

"more, please."

he hums and gently bites your neck, "you're so pretty." he pushes two fingers past and you instinctively widen your legs to accommodate, feeling the familiar aching of an approaching orgasm. he's generous with his pace, accelerating until you're moaning in his ear and he knows he's where he needs to be. "so wet, bet you're close huh?" you nodded as best you could, "you wanna cum on my fingers or on my cock baby?"

you knew what you wanted without question, but you decide to tease him, "both."

"both?" this seemed to have excited him, mindlessly going deeper and making your toes curl at the feeling. "so greedy baby." your body starts to tighten and your eyes screw shut, whimpers fall from your mouth as you feel it crash into you, holding onto him like a vice as he helps you through it.

once you've calmed down he removes his hand and looks at you cockily, “i will never get tired of watching that.” he kisses you numb, “wanna have that image tattooed on my eyelids.”

you chuckle at him and begin to undo his belt and he watches you intently, “no breather?”

you shake your head, “need you now, please.”

he tsks, “i don't think you want it enough.”

you pout and kiss his lips, “please koo.”

“almost there.”

“jungkook please,” you whined, having gotten his pants completely undone.

“what?”

you blink up at him as he towers over you on the counter. you let your hand slide into his pants just as he did yours, finally feeling his hard cock beneath his jeans. you moaned at the feeling and the eagerness of having him inside of you again, “please jungkook, i need you.”

he seems to have momentarily lost his composure as he lets you feel him up, “fuck, you're such a good girl.” he picks his head up and looks down at you, still with your hand in his pants sheepishly, “you deserve to be rewarded for that.”

you pulled him back down to you and ran your tongue against his lips and he met you with a unmatched desire and stripping you both of whatever clothes you had left. you felt his hard cock against your folds and writhed with excitement. he ran it through your wetness, teasing your entrance until you begged him yet again, "jungkook please, fuck me."

he groaned with excitement and wasted no time, letting his dick slide past your warm folds as slowly as he could bring himself to do it, which must've taken the strength of a saint by the way he was straining himself.

"fuck, i always forget how fucking good you feel."

"don't hold back, please, need to feel you."

he sucked in his breath and ticked his head, "if i didn't id finish in seconds, baby. that's how good you feel." he pulled his cock out slowly, leaving the head in before snapping his hips back up, the angle the countertop gave him wasn't making your case any better, either. feeling him dragging against your walls and hitting that perfect spot.

you were sure he knew immediately by the way you tightened around him, only making it easier for him to gain momentum and he began fucking up into you so hard you were sure you were leaving marks against his back. he didn't seem to mind or notice at all, focusing on your pleasure instead as he always does. he instructed you to lay against the table so he could use one hand to keep you where he needed you, and used the other to rub your clit without warning.

you shook your head and reached for his wrist, “fuck, please, too much.”

he didn't relent, “you've got it baby, you can take it.”

you couldn't keep your eyes open or your mouth from spilling lewd noises as he touched you, feeling your legs widen and your core grow tighter as a second orgasm comes ripping through, “i'm gonna cum jungkook.”

he could only groan in response, pushing down on the bottom of your stomach with his thumb that was holding you in place. you came with a resounding moan of his name, the only comprehensible thought you had.

your core tightened around him and he warned you in seconds before finishing inside of you.

he let his head rest against yours as you both regained your composure. he let out a deep breath before pulling out and you whined, immediately covering your area, “you're gonna make a mess of my kitchen.”

he reached for the nearby paper towels, gently wetting one before handing it to you and grabbing another for himself.

“we can team clean tomorrow.” he beamed.

you rolled your eyes at his enthusiasm, it was contagious. he helped you off the counter and back into your comfy sweater, “so, eat or shower first.”

you held him close to you, “eat. definitely eat.”

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lavienjin · 2 years

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hide away | pjm

title: hide away

author: lavienjin

p: jimin x f!reader

wc: 1.4k

genre/au/rating: 18+ | pwp, f2l? | smut drabble

warnings/tropes: pwp, fingering (f!receiving), one orgasm (wow!), secret lovers

a/n: hi i'm back (sort of)! more fics soon? idk how to write on tumblr anymore tbh lmfao

m.list | ao3

"We heard a disturbance."

You tighten your grip on your nightgown closer to your chest. You flash your bodyguard the most dazzling smile.

"Nonsense! I just… stubbed my foot on the edge of the bed. That's probably what you've heard." The lies come easily to you now. You don't have to think so hard.

"Are you sure?" The bodyguard asks as he tries to peer into the darkness of your chambers.

You squeeze him away from the doorframe. "Yep," you grunt, as you try to shove the six-foot tall man away from the door. "Nothing to see here. Just me. Alone in my room."

Suspicion crosses his eyebrows as he looks down and searches your face, but after a tense second, he sighs; defeated. You can't help but feel a pang of pity. This one is clearly new and just trying to do his job. You wonder when your father fired the other one, but you can't bring yourself to care.

Not when there's someone waiting for you, hidden in the shadows of your room.

"All right. I'll be standing outside if you need anything."

"Certainly," you say, trying not to sound too relieved. "Good night then."

As soon as the door closes, Jimin reappears on your bed, shirtless except for the handsome smirk that decorates his porcelain face. You wasted no time before diving back in to continue where you left off, and he wasted none either as he swallows your faint giggles in a heated kiss.

"That was close," your mystery companion whispered in between breaths, before diving back into your neck, leaving faint trails of his visits behind.

"Ooh," you moan. "Y-Yeah," is your faint reply to his keen observation.

Your paramour perks up just before reaching the tops of your breasts. He trails a slender finger between the mounds, a feline smirk dancing upon his lips. "My, how strange it was to hear my good girl lie."

You pout, resisting the trembling of your legs as he swipes a thumb over your clothed nipple. "Would you rather get kicked out?"

A soft laughter. "No," he whispers, followed by deft hands unfurling your nightgown to reveal your chest. "And I definitely don't want the princess of our college to have an increase in bodyguards. It's hard enough for me to climb into your room without being noticed."

You prop yourself up, suddenly curious. "You've never told me how it is you manage to get up here unnoticed."

His hand stops just above the waistband of your panties. Jimin's pointer finger draws circles on your skin; his telltale smirk reappearing, and this time accompanied by a quirk of his brow. "Do you want me to spend the rest of my night recounting my every dashing move or would you rather be satisfied?"

"Oh?" It's your turn with the smirk and quirk brow combo. "I thought the great Jimin is able to multitask?"

Jimin sighs, playfully rolling his eyes, before tugging your panties away, revealing the soft wetness underneath. His pointer and middle fingers draw circles around your folds, and as you begin to get lost in the sensation, he starts to speak: "Your father's guards are on rotation and there's always a minute or two gap where no one is watching the house."

"Hmmm…" you answer distractedly, falling back down on the pillows.

He continues despite your clearly ambivalent response.

"All I have to do is clear the gate and climb up onto the roof by the trellis from the gardens. From there it's a matter of lying low and making sure the guards don't see me as I walk on top of the roof." Jimin talks so methodically as though he didn't just sink his pointer finger into your heat, teasing the entrance with shallow thrusts.

Moans tumble out past your lips, which are quickly stuffed back into your throat as he presses his other hand over your mouth.

With half-lidded eyes, you watch his bemused expression. "Are you listening to me, baby?" he asks, a slight mock in his tone as he removes his hand.

You smile, eyes closing in ecstasy. "Uh-huh, guards, garden, roof… whatever." The last word comes out in a sigh, especially as Jimin joins his middle finger inside, this time moving deep and slow.

"Distracted baby," Jimin murmurs, shifting his stance so he sits on the bed. He pulls you in closer so that your ass lies on his lap.

You try to keep your moans in as he gradually moves faster, but it isn't long before the room is filled with your breathy "Jimin, Jimin, Jimin", accompanied by the sound of wetness as he begins to tug at the strings of your orgasm.

"Oh, baby," he mumbles, face straining slightly with effort, though his movements refuse to falter. "Gorgeous little thing."

"Haaa… please…" you cry as quietly as you could. "Need to cum…"

"Keep your eyes on me as you do."

You snap your eyes open as you feel the pull of your orgasm; that familiar tautness, like a coil about to break. "Gonna–"

Jimin adds a thumb to your pleasure, pushing tight circles on your clit.

"Jimin– I'm close… I'm– ah!" You struggle to keep your eyes open as your orgasm shakes your body; overwhelmed by the seemingly never-ending waves of bliss.

You may have caught a glimpse of his irritating victory smirk, but you can't really focus any longer. Did you call his name? You can't be sure.

When you come to, his plush lips are on yours, capturing whatever residual moans that try to escape before it alerts the bodyguard outside.

He kisses your forehead as you begin to relax, and Jimin shifts your bodies so you lie on top of his chest.

Jimin settles into your bed, eyes closed as he pulls you into his arms. "Good?"

"Very," you mumble, eyes drooping close. No. You can't sleep yet. You've been dying to ask. "Jimin?"

He opens an eye to look at you. "Hm?"

Nervousness overcomes you. You look away when you ask, "When are we going to… y'know…"

"Fuck?" he finishes your question after a few seconds of pause, with a smirk as you curl even deeper into his chest, avoiding his gaze altogether. "When you're ready," comes his soft voice and yet another kiss on the forehead.

"When will that be?" you mumble into his skin.

His reply comes swiftly. "When you can say the word 'fuck' without blushing."

"I can say it!" you grumble.

"Oh?" Jimin sits you up before he leans on his hand. He juts his chin towards you, as though giving you permission. "Okay then, Ms. Goody Two Shoes, let's hear it."

"F-" The word seems stuck in your throat. It's a simple word. Why do you find it so difficult to say? Jimin can say it just fine when he lets you please him. Oh god, he moans so nicely whenever you manage to take all of him into your mouth, and when he calls your name? Oh–

"There it is," Jimin sighs, breaking through your sinful thoughts. "You're not ready, darling." He scoops you back into his embrace. "I promise the wait will be worth it though. Now sleep. We have classes tomorrow, y'know."

Grumbling under your breath over the fact that you can't say that fu– darn word, you close your eyes. It turns out, sleep comes readily to you.

When you wake up the next morning, the only evidence that last night; and all the other nights that come before it, wasn't a dream lies in a note that rests where Jimin's warm body once laid. It's a normal occurrence; part of your deal, though you can't help but feel disappointed. It doesn't stop you from scouring the note, etching every swoop of cursive letter into your brain before you plop it into your nightstand drawer, where dozens of other identical looking notes lie.

When your maids come to help you get ready that morning, they're left wondering what's gotten you all giggly, but you keep the secret inside, not daring to breathe it to a single soul, just in case the illusion falls apart.

"One day I'll wake up next to you and I never have to leave in the dead at night. It's freezing. You're welcome.

P.S. You look beautiful when you sleep, even if you drool on my chest.

-J"

saturn notes: holy fuck. i haven't written anything since february? not apologising! life has been busy with me starting a new job, meeting my friends + partner over the summer, etc. etc. tbh, i was a bit burnt out on writing and just needed a break. this is the first time i finished something in forever, so i hope you enjoy the messy, messy drabble. i got one collab to do and i'll feel free when i finish that! thanks for your patience 💗

will this be turned into a story? who knows~

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rdashkoo · 26 days

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precious <3

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Kim Seokjin and Moon Ayana were hopelessly in love. They had been since the day they met, fourteen years ago. The two we're childhood sweethearts. They were each others everything. First kiss, first time, first love. And they agreed to be each others last.

Ayana smiled as she looked down at her hand, which was interlocked with Jin's. Her shiny new engagement ring resting proudly on her finger, the moon reflecting on the glimmering stone.

It was his grandmothers ring, a family heirloom which he promised to one day give to the love of his life, a sign of devotion and pure adoration of one another.

So on their tenth anniversary, Seokjin took Ayana to Japan, to visit her family. The pair took a romantic getaway to mount Fiji where he proposed to her during a firework show.

Up until today, they lived a normal, content life with one another.

Seokjin squeezed her hand lovingly as the pair walked down the street towards their car, after finishing their meal at a new resturant that opened up, a few miles away from their home.

"Any plans for tomorrow darling?" Seokjin asked to fill the comfortable silence that surrounded them.

Ayana hummed in response. A small smile on her face, "I need to finish writing up this article, but that shouldn't take me very long, then I think I'll try finish up one of the rooms."

The pair had just moved into their dream home. They've been saving up for years and after Jin's promotion, the pair felt able to fill the gaps and put an offer in for the house.

It was a large, eight bedroom house. Of course the pair didn't need that many rooms, they thought to turn them into something different, maybe a few guest rooms for their family for when they come to visit, but nothing truly extravagant. Ayana was definitely the designer though. Seokjin took pride in that. He enjoyed coming home to see a new lamp she bought, or when he could just listen to her rant about the colour of the kitchen walls and how it didn't match the floor.

Ayana was a perfectionist when it came to decorating, and he loved that about her. To him she was perfect, and to her so was he. And together they would build their perfect home to raise a perfect family.

"I'm going to need you to pick up a few more tins of paint though-"

Ayana was cut off by a loud cry opposite her.

The pairs heads whipped in the direction of the pained cry before looking at one another.

"Please stop it!" Another cried out.

Ayana felt her heat beat faster in her chest as she tugged on Seokjin's hand. "Oh god," she mumbled, eyeing the dark alleyway opposite then where the cry came from.

"Stay here," Jin moved her backwards before storming across the road cautiously moving down the alleyway.

Defiant, as usual Ayana followed him, calling out a , "wait for me," as she hesitantly traced her fiancé's movements.

"I said to shut-up didnt I?" A man hissed out. Ayana's eyes widened as she saw a boy, she assumed a little younger than her held tightly in a headlock as the older who held him prodded at the boys eye with his thumb, pinching harshly.

"What do you think you're doing!" Ayana couldn't stop herself as she marched forward.

"Ayana!" Seokjin cried out as he grabbed her arm, pulling her into his chest.

"Stay out of this lady, you don't want to be involved in this."

"I'll get involved with what I want," her eyes narrowed, "let that boy go. What has he done to you? Huh?" Her voice was shaking, yet angered by the man's actions. She squirmed against her fiancé, trying to free her arms.

"He's a freak, he's not one of us." Another man spat.

Ayana turned her head to see another guy, similar in size holding onto a boy, smaller than the other. "They're one of those disgusting hybrid's." The man laughed out, tossing the boy to the floor who quickly curled up into a ball.

"Now we don't care what they are, leave them alone!" Seokjin got angry at the violence, letting Ayana go. "Hybrid or not, they're just boys."

"They're dead if I see them around here again." One decided to physically spit at the boy on the ground.

Ayana grimaced as she pulled out her phone, "leave them alone or I'll phone the police."

"Police don't care," the man holding the black haired hybrid glared at Ayana, "you should know that being a women and all."

Seokjin shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe people like this existed. "We don't want any trouble, just leave the hybrids alone and go along with your day."

"Or what."

Seokjin sighed, he knew theoretically he had no power when it came to hybrid abuse, but it was worth a shot. He rummaged around in his pocket before pulling out his police badge. "Or else I'll have to call in armed backup because now you're antagonising civilians," he moved his head to Ayana.

The two men looked at one another before huffing in irritation. "Come here again," the man holding the hybrid whispered into his ear, "you and your whole packs dead."

It was then when he threw the hybrid to the ground in annoyance, the poor boy landing on the concrete with a nasty thud. His face colliding with the ground.

Seokjin cautiously watched the two men leave before focusing his attention on the two hybrids.

"Jinnie, we have to help them." Ayana gripped onto his shoulder. Jin nodded, kissing the girls forehead before bending down to one of the hybrids.

Ayana watched as the poor boy flinched at Seokjin's touch. Her heart broke a little as he cried out in pain, "please leave me, don't hurt me."

"Please don't hurt him sir, he didn't mean to."

Seokjin's eyes widened at the traumatised pair, "I'm not going to hurt either of you. But you do need help with these injuries." He tutted, looking down at the boys arm.

Both of his arms were littered with bruises and cuts, the boys were clearly malnourished and in an unstable condition.

"We should take them to the hospital," Ayana whispered to her fiancé who nodded in agreement.

The smaller hybrid however was quick to shut that idea down. "Please anything but a hospital. They'll send us back." His eyes glimmered with tears.

This brought the other hybrid back to reality who cried out as he tried to crawl closer to the other. "They'll put us back in the camp."

"Camp?" Ayana was confused, "what camp?"

"The adoption camp, we can just go home miss. Please let us go home."

Ayana felt overwhelmed, she held onto Seokjin for support as she took the entire situation in.

"How's this, we won't take you to the hospital," he looked to Ayana for any sign of disagreement. When he saw none he continued. "But you need to come home with us so we can try heal some of those wounds. Get you a full stomach and some proper rest before you can go back."

The two hybrids looked at each other in what Seokjin thought was contemplation.

Ayana nodded, squatting down next to the smaller hybrid, "yeah, you can get warm, I can cook you both a nice meal. You'll be able to sleep in a bed, get washed." She paused monitoring his reaction. When she saw the hybrid was thinking about it she continued, "you two don't have to leave each other, and once you're all healed we'll let you go on your way." She hummed.

The two hybrids stared at Ayana with confusion. Why was she being so nice to them. And why did she smell so good up close.

"Is there any more of you?" Seokjin asked, looking around.

The two hybrids whispered something incoherent to Seokjin and Ayana before shaking their heads no.

"I'll go get the car," Seokjin mumbled to Ayana, "stay here and if anything happens call for me and I'll be right back." He kissed the top of her head before rushing off to being the car.

Now the two hybrids were alone with Ayana, they took the time to bathe in her scent. Unconsciously the smaller one moved closer to her, which luckily for him went without her notice.

"The house is a little Barron at the moment," she mumbled to the two, "but it's got enough for the four of us. It's just me decorating since I have the most time on my hands, but it should be okay." She flashed them a sweet smile. "My names Ayana, what's yours?"

She got no reply. She didn't take it personally. The two little hybrids have just been traumatised by some human. She didn't blame them for being cautious and keeping to themselves. "When we get home me or Jin will make something hot and tasty, you two can be by the fire and get warm."

The two just nodded.

The trio sat in silence until Seokjin rolled down the cars passenger window, calling out Ayana's name.

"Can you guys walk okay?" She asked.

"I can," the smaller one mumbled, shakily getting up onto his feet.

The other one struggled to get up, Ayana assumed it was his nerves preventing him. So she gently grabbed his shoulders, raising him up onto his feet.

Surprisingly the hybrid didn't flinch, in-fact he leaned into the girls hold as she guided him towards the car at the entrance of the alleyway.

Once the two were safe inside the back seats of the car, Ayana got in herself before Seokjin began driving home.

The ride itself was smooth, minimal conversation between Ayana and Seokjin as the two hybrids in the back of the car sat in silence. In hopes of not annoying their two saviours.

Once they finally drove up the hill leading to their house, the two hybrids gawked at the house.

The house itself was a hanok style surrounded by a large front garden, with a black gate guarding the land. The walls of the house were black and white, a modern scheme, however still respectful to the beauty of the Joseon Dynasty.

"This is your home?" One of them mumbled, as the other let out a gasp watching as the gate opened automatically.

"Yup," Seokjin smiled to himself as he drove in through the opening of the gate.

"And it's yours for as long as you need it to be." Ayana turned around to look at the two. Who simply stared back at her with wide eyes. Seokjin nodded in agreement before leaning over and opening Ayana's door.

She leaned down and kissed his stretched arm as a thankyou before getting out of the car, opening the back door for the two hybrids.

Like before Ayana helped the more injured hybrid, who she was able to get a better look at under the garden lights of the couples home.

The two hybrids wobbled into the house following the footsteps of Seokjin and Ayana.

They looked around curiously at the interior of the house.

Although large, It was very homely, and comforting. The lights were almost yellow, providing a cosy glow.

"You two make yourselves at home here," she sat the pair down in the living room. She turned on the fireplace, smiling to herself as she felt the heat on her hands.

"Would you like me to prepare a shower for you both?" Seokjin asked, "you can get clean and I'll grab you some fresh clothes?"

"It's okay sir, we have these clothes." One of them tugged on the tank top he was wearing. Seokjin shook his head with a tut.

"Don't be silly, I'll go get the shower all ready. Ayana do you mind cooking?"

"How does kimchi jiggae sound?" She asked the hybrids. When she heard a content hum she nodded and made her way into the kitchen.

Seokjin smiled before inviting the boys upstairs so they could shower. "It'll be good to shower before we tend to the wounds. Just be careful when washing." He spoke to the two as they climbed up the stairs disappearing out of Ayana's sight.

She smiled to herself before she began grabbing the kimchi tub out of their fridge.

Around ten minutes later, she felt a pair of hands hold tightly onto her waist. She smiled, leaning her head back onto his chest.

"I love you," Seokjin leaned down and kissed her collarbone, stroking back a lose strand of hair out of her face.

"I love you too," she said with a bright smile, tilting her head to catch his lips in a sweet kiss.

Jin smiled, gently moving her away from the stove, patting the wooden spoon out of her hands as he backed her onto the counter.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you looked tonight?" He said after taking a breath, before leaning back in to capture her lips in another kiss. "And how proud of you I am." He kissed her again, squeezing at her hips, one hand travelling to her lower back as he pulled her closer to him.

"I was worried you we're going to get hurt." He rested his forehead on hers.

"Like you'd ever let that happen."

A choked cough brought the two lovers back to reality. There were the two cowering hybrids, leant up against one another as they looked at them both curiously.

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theiris-storyvault · 1 year

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[6:12PM]

Kim Namjoon, beyond his beautiful face and sexy, sexy brain was known for his organization in work. Daily, he proves to the people at work, the boys and to you that when it comes to his passion, he is always at the top of his game. However, he fails to live up to this order at home. At home, he was a mess. Socks on the floor, crumpled papers throughout his study, and worst of all, things being thrown wherever he sees fit.

For years, you have been constantly nagging at him to pick up after himself but somehow, it slips through the cracks of his memory and would do it again. He knew he should be better, but a part of him just couldn't do it. He hated when you were pissed at him (but loves the face you'd make when you are.) So when your voice thunders through the walls of your house calling his name. He knew he was in big trouble so, he mustered up all the confidence, plastering the most enchanting dinpled smile he could before finding you standing in the middle of the bedroom. "Yes, my baby?"

He speaks smoothly. Vibrations throughout your body try to catch you off guard, but you push it back down. "What have I told you about your boxers? Babe, the laundry basket is literally half a step away from where this was sitting". You raise it up to him, showing his mess before putting it inside the basket yourself. His eyes were apologetic, knowing he should have made an effort, but he was so exhausted that day that he failed to care a little to put it in. "I'm sorry" he whispers making you huff.

He looks at you, and sees how your eyebrows were close enough to seem knit together. Your nose was scrunched up, with cheeks quite red. You are adorable. He can't help but giggle.

"Why are you laughing? I'm mad at you"

"I know baby, but you just look cute when you're mad."

This makes you blush. You hated it, cause one thing about you was, you were wrapped around his finger. That no matter how undeniably irritating it is to see his socks on the floor, he'd reel you right back in. Namjoon sees your cheeks rise when you grin making him chuckle. He makes his way to you, closing in the gaps with the tightest hug he could.

"I'm sorry baby, how can I make it up to you?"

He whispers in your ear making the hairs behind your neck rise.

"Do the laundry for a month"

"Deal."

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Poção do Ódio | K.NJ¹

NamjoonCorvinal! × Leitora Lufana

Palavras: 1.316

Sinopse: Desde o primeiro dia em que pisou no castelo de Hogwarts, Kim Namjoon ficou conhecido por sua inteligência, sagacidade e paixão por devorar livros e mais livros, mas Namjoon não tinha nenhuma habilidade com garotas. Especialmente quando essa garota, é uma lufana leal à suas amigas.

Avisos: um duelo ali,e só.

N/A: Eu deveria escrever uma dinâmica diferente de enemies to lovers? Sim. Eu consigo? Aparentemente não. Mas vamos fingir que esse é estrangers enemies to lovers, e tentar escrever uma dinâmica diferente.

K. NJ¹ | K.NJ² | K.NJ³

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Assim que pisou em hogwarts, Kim Namjoon soube que sua vida de trouxa estava ficando para trás. Todos os dias em que alguém o tinha xingado, olhado torto, e o julgado como estranho não o incomodariam mais. Pois até onde ele sabia, todos ali eram um pouco como ele.

Conforme os recém-chegados conheciam o castelo, Namjoon fazia anotações mentais sobretudo o que aprendeu sobre a escola: os fantasmas, os professores, os quadros, e as casas. O lugar é famoso por dividir seus alunos em quatro caras distintas, baseando-se em personalidade. Não que a ideia o agradasse, mas o que poderia fazer?

"Essa é a coisa mais idiota que já vi..." um rapaz resmungou com escárnio ao seu lado. Namjoon concorda com acabeço, e o menino com olhos de gato continuou: "Que tipo de idiota sádico separa crianças e faz elas competirem entre si?"

Namjoon descobriu depois que o nome do garoto era Min Yoongi, e o Chapéu Seletor o mandou para a sonserina, sem muito rodeios. Poético, Namjoon pensou.

"Hum... eu te vejo rapaz..." Disse o Chapéu quando a professora Mcgonagall colocou sob a cabeça de Nam, após o chamar para a grande cadeira. " Você possui uma grande mente curiosa, mas ainda muito ordinária... É preciso sair da sua zona de conforto, jovem. Para onde você vai, você conhecerá o extraordinário... Corvinal!"

Kim Namjoon não pode dizer que o Chapéu estava errado. A torre onde residem era bonita, a cor azul e pássaros podiam ser vistos, mas rapidamente os espaços foram preenchidos por adornos de outros corvinais. Namjoon acabou dividindo o quarto com Taehyung, e logo os dois se tornaram grandes amigos.

Um grupo logo se formou: Kim Namjoon e Kim Taehyung (Corvinal), Kim Seokjin e Jeon Jungkook (Grifinória), Park Jimin e Min Yoongi (Sonserina) e Jung Hoseok ( Lufa-lufa). E conforme os anos foram passando, seus nomes foram ficando cada vez mais conhecidos pelo castelo. De algum modo Nanijoon se tornaram "famosos" entre os alunos de hogwarts, cada umse destacando ao seu modo, e de acordo com um dos comentários de Jimin, as garotas de todas as casas estavam caidinhas por eles.

Mas Nam nunca dera atenção para tal fato. Até uma aula específica da professora Trelawney, onde eles deveriam aprender a ler o futuro em folhas de chá. Ele nunca gostou das aulas da professora, sempre pensando em si como um homem dos pensamentos críticos, o completo oposto das aulas de "Adivinhação" do escocesa. Porém para seu descontentamento a professora gosta muito dele, e por isso vive em sua cola. A mulher ruiva observava atentamente a xícara de chá que Kim acabara de tomar.

"Eu vejo..." sua voz era baixa, como se estivesse vendo algo horrendo no futuro do aluno. "Uma garota... n-não, são. duas! Duas garotas!" Namjoon observou o espanto nos olhos da professora, aumentados por suas grossas lentes de óculos. "Mas você deve ter cuidado..."

Quando comentou sobre com Taehyung na mesa do almoço, o rapaz apenas deu de ombros, observando que dados os acontecimentos de hogwarts, qualquer coisa pode acontecer. E Namjoon aceitou suas palavras, uma vez que seu amigo não estava completamente errado.

Foi durante uma das aulas de feitiço com o professor Flitwick, que Kim Namjoon a notou. Ela estava junto aos outros alunos da lufa-lufa, ao lado de seu amigo Jung Hoseok, e para sua surpresa, a garota já olhava, com as sobrancelhas franzidas e o rosto contorcido em uma careta nada feliz, mas quando alguém ao seu lado percebe, a cutuca, e ela se vê obrigada a desviar o olhar. Mas Nanjoon continuou a observar; Seus olhos pareciam mudar de cor conforme a luz do Sol os tocava, e sua pele parecia tão viçosa, que ele começava a se perguntar se ela era dali, ou se era de fora, como Lisette Moreau da frança.

"Tudo bem crianças," o pequeno corpo do professor surgiu à visão de Kim, que finalmente começou a se perguntar o motivo de estarem fora de suas salas, e ter uma enorme mesa no meio da sala. "Hoje nós teremos uma aula diferente... Nosso querido diretor, Dumbledore e o professor charmoso Gilderoy, me pediram para dar asegunda aula de duelos."

Após passarem pelo básico dos duelos, como "Como se comportar ", "Como segurar a varinha", que na verdade consistia apenas em Hermione respondendo tudo a toda hora. Finalmente Flitwick solicitou pelo menos uma pessoa que quisesse duelar. Namjoon observou ma lufana que observava, levantar as mãos ansiosamente.

Assim que a garota subiu a mesa, tirou sua capa e parecia àvida para começar. Conforme ela arregaçava as mangas da camisa, Namjoon observava boquiaberto. Ele nunca tinha visto um ato tão...mundano, parecer ser tão atraente.

"Senhor Namjoon, por que não duela, uma vez que o Senhor parece bem investido no duelo ?!" Professor Flitlick chama a atenção de todos para o corvinal. Kim apenas confirma envergonhado, subindo à mesa, e repetindo os mesmos gestos da garota.

"Muito bem, Senhorita S/S, você focará em feitiços de ataque, e senhor Namjoon, você focará em feitiços de defesa, certo ?!"

Os dois alunos concordam, e se posicionam do modo correto. Eassim que o professor dá as ordens para que o duelo se inicie, a lufana inicia de prontidão, lançando um forte "bombarda " sob seus pés, o assustando. Kim demora para se reerguer, e é atingido em seguida por um "Diffindo" entre seus pés, criando uma enorme rachadura na mesa.

Completamente perdido, Namjoon tenta pensar em algum feitiço de defesa, mas tudo o que consegue, é perceber que sua parceira de duelo parecia incrivelmente prova com ele. A garota para de lançar feitiços esperando Kim Namjoon reagir. O moreno olha em volta e percebe todos o olhando com expectativa, e seu professor parecia encantado com a garota.

"Fumus!" Namjoon lança, e em seguindos uma cortina de fumaça surge pela sala. O rapaz que acreditou ter sido uma boa ideia, cegar a sua oponente, mas o moreno não pensou que no processo, ele também perderia sua visão.

O corvinal sente suas pernas se colarem, e percebe que foi atingido pelo feitiço "Locomotor Mortis". Os dois esperam pela fumaça se dissipar em silêncio, e Namjoon aguarda com o feitiço de defesa na ponta da língua.

Kim nunca se sentiu tão pressionado em toda a sua vida, e ele estava apenas em uma aula. Se concentrando para proferir as palavras certas, ele escutauma risadinha zombateira. A lufana então surge vociferando três feitiços seguidos:

"Confundo!"

" Expelliarmus!"

"Everte Statium!"

Kim Namjoon então se perdeu em pensamentos, esquecendo das palavras que profeceria, sua varinha ser arrancada de suas mãos à força, e então seu corpo ser jogado no ar, e rodar por conta própria. Ele sentiu tudo dentro de si se contorcer, e tudo o que ele começou a desejar que seu corpo atingisse o chão logo, para que sua tortura acabasse logo.

Porém seu corpo não o atingiu como esperava. Quando tudo e todos paravam de girar, o moreno abre seus olhos mesmo com medo de vomitar todo seu almoço, e se espanta ao ver sua oponente abaixando lentamente sua varinha, e ele pode finalmente relaxar.

"Muito bem... isso foi..." Professor Flitwick surgiu os observando, mas o corvino, e a lufana se encaravam intensamente. Ele tentando entender o motivo da sua clara e mortífera raiva, enquanto ela tentava controlar sua respiração e sentimentos. "Acho que podemos dizer que a Senhorita S/S ganhou, certo? 50 pontos para a Lufa-lufa!"

O salão que estava em silêncio irrompeu em comemorações amarelas. A "Senhorito S/s" desapareceu, enquanto Namjoon ainda tentava não vomitar, mas logo Hoseok estava ao seu lado, o ajudando a se levantar com calma, para o levar à enfermaria

"O quê você fez para S /n te odiar tanto assim?" O menino perguntou fazendo uma careta, sem receber uma resposta clara, mas ele conhecia o amigo, e entendeu que ele mesmo não fazia ideia. "Olha se eu fosse vocês descobria logo..."

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we love namjoon

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OVERLOVED

pair : jjk x y/n

genre : roommates to lovers, fake dating, slow burn, smut, fluff, bantering, pining, yearning, college students, aspirant professor jk, aspirant journalist y/n, reader is a child of divorce, both have trust issues, mild angst, sexual exploration, first love, impromptu dates, soulmates.

synopsis : you meet jungkook when you're trying to find another tenant for a spare room in the house you rent a room in, you have to lie to get your landlord to let him stay. Life turns upside down from there.

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jmvore · 8 months

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Jokes on You ➻ Prologue

» RATING › 18+ [M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T] » GENRE(S) › smut, angst, fluff » AU › infidelity, polyamorous, married!au » PAIRING(S) › jimin x reader, yoongi x reader, & jungkook x reader » WORD(S) › 700(w) » SYNOPSIS › It was supposed to be your annual Christmas date that you have every year. A chance to talk and to try to get an understanding of where you are within your arranged marriage but... He didn't show, leaving you sitting in the middle of a crowded restaurant and embarrassed about being stood up by your spouse. It’s okay though at least you have three other men who want to spend time with you. » WARNING(S) › no warning(s) to account for aside from your husband being an absolute shit-head. » SMUT WARNING(S) › none here. will put on each chapter. » ORIGINAL POST DATE › 12/26/2001 » RE-POSTED DATE › 9/9/23 » A/N › Thank you @/saradika for the divider(s)! they’re so cute. Anyway thanks for reading lovelies.

[11:23pm] dickhead: I won’t be able to make it, baby but I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I’m so sorry.

You’ve been staring at his text message for damn near an hour in utter disbelief. What pisses you off more is the fact that he waited until he knew you would be there to tell you. You would have been fine. There are other places you could have been spending your time. Other (deserving) people you could be spending your time on.

However, leaving you here with nothing to go on but this text message he sent an hour ago?

Frustrated doesn’t even begin to describe your mood. You’re trying your hardest not to break your phone or make a scene because what the hell? If this was any other type of dinner, you wouldn’t have cared.

But…

It’s Christmas Eve (soon to be Christmas) and it was his idea to spend the night celebrating. He was the one who made the reservation for the night. He was the one who said he had planned a night in the town. He was the one who told you to wear that red bodycon dress that shows off your assets and makes you look and feel pretty.

And it was him who had you sitting in this fancy-ass restaurant waiting like a damn fool.

You reached out to him to try and figure out where the hell he was but he didn’t even have the decency to call or text you back. It’s only when you leave him a shrew of messages cursing him out is when he shoots back with that half-ass apology.

No explanation as to where he is.

No care in the world of how him leaving you here made you feel.

Sometimes you wonder why you let your parents marry you off to him in the first place. You knew it was for their benefit. Something about their business being in debt and you being the one to (hopefully) bring their business back from the dead through this union. You weren’t truly paying attention. In the end, it didn’t matter because soon after you said your vows they went bankrupt, forcing them to give up everything they worked decades for. You never forgave them for forcing your hand. Especially after you learned the reasoning behind the marriage.

You were their wild child. Their problem child. They hoped you being married would force you to settle down. To give them the grandchildren they desired seeing as their only other child, your sister Eun-ji, had cut all ties (and now you see why honestly).

After a while, you found yourself distancing them from you and your life until you got to a point where you only talked to them every once in a blue moon. Which, wasn’t often. Maybe once every two or three months.

As for your husband… Over time you grew to tolerate his presence within the confines of your house. You could even say you grew to like him but you never loved him.

Not the way he used to love you.

And now, this whole sham of a marriage has been nothing but disappointment after disappointment. That feeling of ’like’ you had slowly dwindled into disdain and in return, you gave up. You're not as upset as you should be but it doesn't matter. You hoped that he would slowly realize how irrelevant he is because you realized it very early on. Honestly, you’re ready to take that next step to leave this burden of a marriage. It not benefiting you anyway.

The first step, however, is getting the hell out of here.

You stand to leave. Brain on overdrive because you want to leave this establishment as soon as possible. You flag down a waiter as another waitress makes her way toward you with what looks like a bouquet of lilies. She mentions he had them reserved for you before bowing and apologizing. You’re getting more pissed off as the time ticks by and the more you look at the flowers, the angrier you become.

All you want to do is go home.

You pay what little bill you had before bowing and apologizing. You hoped the walk to the valet outside wouldn’t be that terrible but, of course, nothing ever goes to plan.

You turn to leave and immediately smack right into a waiter holding a tray of drinks. The tray crashes to the floor as the vase of lilies falls and crashing to the ground causing it to shatter. She apologizes profusely, trying to wipe off the remnants but it’s a little too late. Your favorite dress is ruined and you’re already growing sticky. It’s uncomfortable and it makes you feel repulsed. You know it’s not her fault, rerouting your anger to your soon-to-be ex-husband. You tell her it’s fine when she offers to get you another vase for the flowers but you refuse. You didn’t even want them in the first place.

Finally outside, you wrap your coat tighter around your body as the valet brings your car around. You thank the man and give him a small tip before settling, you let your tears of frustration fall. Embarrassing doesn’t even begin to describe how you feel. From being stood up to having drinks dumped on you (not intentionally of course), you wondered how could this night get any worse.

Glancing at the clock you realize it’s almost thirty minutes away from being Christmas and you’re about to spend it alone. Although, you don’t want to go home. You don’t want to see his face and you for sure, don’t want to be in the same house with him. You much rather spend it with someone you know who wants to spend it with you.

You groan, tossing the present (you wish you hadn’t had) for him to the back seat. You don’t want to look at it anymore, a reminder of a horrible night.

“I should call him…” You grumble and scroll through your contacts until you see the person you’re looking for. You dial his number and he picks up on the third ring. Excited that you had time to call. You shouldn’t be this thrilled to talk to another man that’s not your husband but… the would have mattered if this marriage was a complete farce.

“Hey…” You sigh in relief, knowing the night is going to be just fine and he leaves you in a much happier mood after the shit show you’ve just endured

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Prologue

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lemonyko0 · 7 months

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wear you out

☕︎ no amount of warm baths and hot tea can lure you into sleep, but jungkook knows just the thing.

⇀ genre: fluff, smut, established relationship, THIS IS A CONTINUATION/ SAME COUPLE FROM ALL TIED UP i promised and i have now delivered enjoy

⇀ description: blindfold and tied hands :), oral (f rec)

⇀ wc: 2.2k

you think you’ve done all you can to fall asleep, taking one last glance at the alarm clock before falling dramatically back onto your bed. it's barely two in the morning, and you’ve tried everything. hot tea, cookies, melatonin, even a nice warm bath and a change into your favorite silk pajamas, but nothing.

you stare blankly at your ceiling until your phone begins to vibrate in your hand, as always, your knight in shining armor.

you answer the phone with an exasperated “hi.” and he chuckles from the other line.

“hello pretty. still not asleep?”

“i texted you four minutes ago koo.”

“what, that wasn't enough time for you to fall asleep? the bath really didn't work?”

“not even a little.” you hear him hum and tsk, listening closely to the sound of what is certainly his gaming chair as he does circles in it. you knew he’d be awake. you consider his computer a third party in your relationship sometimes.

“okay, it's decided then. see you in ten.”

“jungkook-”

“i love you bye!” he doesn't let you talk him out of it or whine about having already told him no (his appearance was of course his first suggestion above all else). you didn't want him leaving his house so late at night just for you. certainly has nothing to do with it being so damn hard to leave him in the morning either. but nonetheless he’s welcoming himself into your home in record time.

“you redecorated.” he quips, glancing around your living room as he takes off his boots one at a time. you wrap your arms around yourself the closer you get to him, having let all of the cold air in right along with him.

he doesn't stare at your earth toned plush pumpkins and your ghost throw pillows once you come close enough, taking you in from head to toe and landing on your chest.

you furrow your brows, “you can't stare at my boobs before even saying hi to me.”

his eyes flash back to yours and he kicks off his final boot before wrapping his arms around you and swaying you around.

“who? me? staring? never.” he places kisses atop your head and giggles, “i only look respectfully.”

you place your hands on his chest and push him away, “yeah whatever.” but he doesn't let you go too far, hanging onto your hand and pulling you back towards him with a grin, bringing his other hand to your jaw and staring at you. you thought he was going to kiss you, but now you know his mission is to make you flustered.

and fuck him because it works every time.

you wrap your hands around his neck and pull him in for a kiss, more than two years with him and you’re still surprised every day by how good of a kisser he is, making it damn-near impossible to ever pull away from him. little do you know, that’s always his goal.

finally you lose breath and rest your forehead against his, and he smiles at you. “so what do you wanna do chicky? watch a movie and cuddle?”

you shake your head, you’ve already watched two today and you’ve been on a movie kick recently, it wouldn't work. “you'd fall asleep before i would.” jungkook always has a way of snoozing during movies, especially if you're in his vicinity. you usually find it endearing how he’s out like a light, you enjoy being a source of comfort for him. you just envy that part of him so badly right now.

he follows you quietly to your bedroom that wafts with an array of bakery scents between your body soap, bath bomb, and the candle you lit. even the lights are mostly dimmed in an attempt to change the scenery to lull you into slumber, didn't work either clearly.

“god this room could put army men to sleep.” he chuckles, gently stroking your arm as he joins you on your bed.

“if only.”

he hums, “i think your problem is you can't relax.”

you scoff, “yeah tell me about it.”

he grins and noses your neck, “so…” his hands ghost from your arms to your waist, and hips, “let me help you relax.”

he places gentle kisses on your neck and you decide there are worse ideas than letting your boyfriend wear you out. in fact, it's probably the best idea anyone’s had all night.

“what a great idea.” you coo, leaning into his chest and guiding his hands up to yours, remembering how intently he eyed them earlier when the cold air must've perked them up, very obvious in a satin tank top.

“i have other ideas too, don't you worry.” he runs his fingers against your chest, catching your nipples between his finger tips and squeezing them just enough, even letting a satisfied hum past his own lips at the sight of you.

he reluctantly moves to lay you down against your sheets, pressing his lips to yours briefly before disappearing into your closet.

“what are you grabbing?” there's a plethora of things in the closet you admit, but most of the fun stuff is at his house, not yours.

“close your eyes, and relax.”

you oblige him in actions but not so much in words, “hard to relax when i don't know what you’re doing.”

“i'll tell you. sit up.” you lift yourself onto your legs again and you can feel him near you before you feel a silk tie against your eyes and you laugh.

“this is your idea?”

he hums quietly, diligently working to secure it and asking if you want your wrists too. “you had your turn, remember? you never let me have mine.”

“you’ve never asked.” you let a breath escape your lips and you smile for him, “do whatever you want, koo.”

he chuckles quietly and directs you to lay back down.

“i'll leave your hands free for now.”

“for now.” you repeat, he doesn't correct you.

you feel his hands trail from your torso to your thighs, squeezing them intently before peeling off your shorts and opening your legs for him.

he lets out a content sigh and a curse, poking at your entrance and drawing little circles against your clit and letting his fingers slide down to tease your hole through the fabric.

you whine and move your hips against his hand, indicative of wanting more from him but he doesn't let you have it that easy. he spends more time against your front, pulling your panties up to make you jerk your hips involuntary and letting you go to draw more circles against you in varying degrees of pressure. the pattern is new and driving you insane, you want nothing more than to come around something but he hasn't even stripped you bare and seems keen on avoiding that for as long as he can.

you give him the satisfaction of letting him hear how bad you want him, “please koo.”

he gently bites the inside of your thigh and grips the other to keep you still, “please what? won't you come like this?”

you nodded and whined as he continues his work, marveling at the growing wet spot on your pretty panties. “then do it baby, come like this.”

it's a damned mix really, him knowing you and your body so well and your senses feel heightened with the blindfold. it's not like you would've held out for much longer anyway, soon enough his fingers send you back into your mattress with a satisfied moan just for him.

once you’ve relaxed your legs he removes his hand, hooking them around your underwear and peeling them off your legs.

“so pretty.” you hear him breathe, pulling your knees together and pinning them against your chest, “keep them here.”

you nod easily, “okay.”

he chuckles, “good girl. always so good for me.” a much needed compliment to distract you from his tongue against you, making you mewl and ache to reach for his hair but can't due to the position he specifically put you in. fuck did he make the right call, as soon as he works a finger inside of you, you immediately arch your back and cuss. he drowns out a laugh against your clit, eating you out like a michelin meal that deserved to be savored and you hate how good he is at it sometimes because you never last as long as you should.

certainly not when he’s two fingers deep and hooking them inside of you to open up your walls and you curl your toes at the idea he might be prepping you for more and you can't help but call out his name, he deserves to have it plastered on your bedroom walls and inked into your skin with the way you recite it like a mantra.

he responds to your calling with a moan against your clit and that has you coming for a second time soon after. finally having to pull him away from you with a tug of his hair and a plead from your lips.

“sorry. you're so pretty when you come.”

you chuckle and reach out for him, hands hitting the fabric of his shirt and you pout, “off.”

he laughs, “gladly.” followed by the sound of all of his clothes hitting the ground. “you're next pretty.”

you grin and raise your arms for him, grabbing the ends of your shirt and tugging it easily over your head without so much as nudging your blindfold. “you want more or are you tired now?”

you reach for his neck and pull him towards you until your foreheads meet, “want you inside of me.”

he grins and kisses you passionately until you’re falling back onto the bed, kneading your chest and kissing down your neck so you can moan in his ear, one of his self-declared favorite parts of sex. he taps your hips and tells you, “flip around, on your knees.”

you hum excitedly, he's hit everything on the list of ways to absolutely exhaust you and this position tops the list.

once you’re on your knees and elbows you hear him chuckle, “arms behind your back.”

you cuss and do as asked, letting him tie your wrists together and run his heavy cock along your slit, “fuck you are so wet for me.”

you barely nodded, “want you so bad, please.”

there's nothing jungkook wouldn't do for that pretty word when it slips off your tongue and into his ears. he buries himself inside you to the hilt, hitting it so good from this position and wasting no time establishing a heavy rhythm that has you writhing into the fresh sheets.

he curses and moves his hand from your waist to your wrists, pulling you back against him with more force, “god, you're made for me y/n.” he groans and lets you have it, the name of the game is to tire you out after-all and he's taking it very seriously, pushing you further into the bed with each thrust but it feels so good you don't notice or care at all. any pain is means to an end that'll feel like heaven on earth you're damn-sure. he reaches over to your front and you almost scream from the sensitivity, “fuck, jungkook, mm-too much.”

he doesn't relent and it's deliciously overwhelming to a point where you can't think of anything else except for him and his hands and his dick ravishing you and he groans, “you can take it.” he wants you to, he wants you to come so hard around his cock he sees stars and you know he deserves it and more and he knows exactly what you need to get you there, holding you tightly against him as you come all over him, wetting his thighs and with a new grip on your hips he keeps his pace as best he can until he finishes on your back, just as fucked out as you are.

he crashes beside you for a second and you try your best to relax but in your position, it's not easy. “koo please.” he hums and you feel the bed move beside you. he unties your wrists first and as he cleans your back you remove your blindfold and run a finger through your hair. you sit up with a sigh and look at him. “i'm gonna have to take another bath.”

he nods slowly, “shower,” he begins to grin, “together?”

you sigh and roll your eyes, throwing your legs off the bed and making your way to the bathroom. “baby,” he calls out to you, “you don't have to-” he stops as soon as he hears the shower water begin to run and instead rushes to grab clean clothes from your wardrobe for both of you, setting them down on the counter as his hands wrap around your waist, kissing your cheek over and over again as he recites the words, “i love you.”

you unwrap his hands and after a half an hour of co-showering you’re knocked out in his arms as he mindlessly runs his fingers through your hair.

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synopsis: after falling out with your high school friends and transferring due to your break up with Jungkook, Jimin had become an almost immediate constant in your life. Your bleakest days were often colored by Jimin’s smile and unyielding energy. So how will your relationship change when pregnant cats, old flames and annoying guidance counselors come into play?

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⌜No Hoods Attached | Chapter 08 Chapter 08 | clubbing interlude⌟

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The club's neon lights cast a kaleidoscope of colors over your skin as you and Seora—buzzing from the high of too many shots—leaned heavily against the bar.

The night unfolded in a blur of laughter and liquid courage, a temporary distraction for the dull ache that's been residing in your chest since you lost your brother's hoodie. Every clink of glass and beat of the bass was a welcome distraction from the emptiness of your loss. "Another round, bartender!" Seora's voice cut through the noise, her arm thrown around your shoulders with an affectionate weight. You squinted at the assortment of bottles behind the bartender, your mind a muddled mess. "Maybe we should slow down," you slurred, more to yourself than to her. But the thought evaporated as quickly as it came, replaced by a stubborn determination not to think, not to feel the void. So, you nodded, "One more."

When the shots came, you downed them with practiced ease, the burn in your throat less noticeable than the one in your heart. It was then, in the haze of your drunken stupor, that you caught it—a flash of red in the sea of bodies. Your heart lurched.

Could it be?

Shaking your head, you tried to push away the idea as soon as it entered your mind. You were seeing things; you had to be. Desperate to drown the sudden spike of hope and pain, you signaled for more shots, ignoring Seora's concerned glance. Downing a few more shots, you finally felt the tension in your shoulders unravel—a moment of relief. Seeing that you were nearing your limit, Seora gently guided you away from the bar and toward an empty table along the wall. "C'mon, let's sit down for a bit." The ice water in front of you stood in juxtaposition to the warm buzz of alcohol flowing through your veins. Seora excused herself to the restroom, leaving you to your thoughts and the glass you aimlessly twirled between your fingers.

That's when you saw it again—the unmistakable hue of red, moving through the crowd. This time, you couldn't ignore it; the closer the figure got, the more certain you became. It was your hoodie, worn by a masked stranger across the room. Anger, hot and fierce, bubbled up inside you, fueling your drunken haze. Unsteady but determined, you stumbled to your feet and started to weave through the crowd. With each step, the certainty grew—it was your hoodie, it had to be. How dare they? How dare they parade around in a piece of your heart, a token of your grief? Finally, you reached the figure, your hands shaking as you reached out and grabbed the front of the hoodie. "Thief," you accused, your voice thick with anger and alcohol. "You've no idea... how many sleepless nights," you trailed off, unable to articulate the depth of your pain, your loss. The masked figure seemed taken aback, confusion evident even in the dim lighting. You were at a loss for words, and all you could do was weakly tug at the jacket, as if that simple act could reverse the weeks of heartache its misplacement had caused. As the words "Give it back" escaped your lips, wrapped in a cocktail of drunken determination and pure despair, Taehyung could only watch the situation unfold before him with a surreal quality he couldn't have anticipated.

There you were—an unknown woman—hands frantically clutching at the fabric of his jacket, words slurred beyond comprehension.

He found himself staring down at you, trying to make sense of the jumbled accusations, your alcohol-scented breath mingling with the pulsating club music, making it impossible to discern your true intent. Your glossy, clouded eyes from tonight's indulgences fastened onto his with an intensity that contradicted your intoxication.

Even in the dim, strobe-lit chaos of the club, Taehyung could see the pout of your lips, the unshed tears brimming in your eyes, speaking volumes of a story he was yet to understand. Before he could process the situation further, Yoongi was at his side, his expression tight with concern.

Misinterpreting the scene as a potential threat, Yoongi reached out, his grip gentle yet firm on your arm, attempting to disentangle you from Taehyung. "Hey, hey, hey. Let go," he calmly urged. Taehyung, still confused, watched as Yoongi tried to peel you off of him, his own hands raised in a gesture of peace, signaling he meant no harm. In the back of his mind, Taehyung knew this was more than just a drunken altercation. Something in your desperate plea, in the way you held onto the jacket as if clinging to a lifeline, hinted that something more was at play. "Are you okay?" Taehyung found himself asking, his voice barely audible over the club's din. The concern was genuine, a reflection of his nature, his instinct to empathize and offer help when possible. Yet, the noise all around made it hard to talk, to really hear, and to be heard. As Taehyung's words attempted to cut through the haze of alcohol and confusion, Seora emerged from the bathroom, her senses heightened by the sight before her.

There you were, surrounded by two men too close for comfort—one of whom had his hand firmly on your arm. In Seora's eyes, filtered through a haze of alcohol and protective instinct, this was nothing short of an ambush. With a battle cry fueled by a mix of adrenaline and alcohol, she charged forward, launching herself onto the back of one of the shorter men. "Let my bestie go!" she screeched, her voice barely audible over the music, her intentions clear as day as her arms locked around Yoongi's neck in a clumsy—but effective—hold. Caught completely off guard, Yoongi found himself with a human koala clinging to his back. "What the—Get off!" he exclaimed, trying to disentangle himself from Seora's surprisingly strong grip. Taehyung turned in surprise, his eyes widening behind his mask. "Holy shi—" "Back off!" Seora slurred, trying to sound threatening, but her unstable pose detracted a little from the effect. With one hand on you to keep you steady and the other extending out to try and pacify Seora, Taehyung once again attempted to mediate the rapidly escalating situation, "Hey, hey, just relax!" he tried to yell over the noise, "It was a misunderstanding!" but his words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Jungkook, witnessing the situation escalate, made a split-second decision. "I'm calling security," he announced, pulling out his phone. Security arrived in no time, their presence commanding as they assessed the scene. With practiced ease, they lifted both you and Seora—one over each guard's shoulder—as if you were no more than bags of flour. The two of you continued to flail around in your drunken wrath, but to no avail. "You can't do this to us! We're innocent!" Seora furiously slurred. "Put me down! This is a mistake!" you added, though your voice was muffled against the guard's shoulder. Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jungkook exchanged a worried yet relieved glance as you and Seora were dragged out of the club. They knew they had to slip out before their identities became the night's biggest story. The Uber ride home was a blur, both of you too intoxicated and exhausted to process the night's events fully.

You walked into your apartment completely exhausted; the last thing you remember before collapsing onto your bed and succumbing to sleep was the feeling of being utterly spent, both physically and emotionally.

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The harsh morning light was a rude awakening that did little to ease the pounding in your head as you tried to piece together a slew of jumbled memories from the night before.

The vivid image of your hoodie in the possession of a stranger felt more like a figment of a drunken dream than reality. As you lay there, attempting to string together the fragmented memories, Seora shuffled into your room, a disheveled reflection of last night's chaos. "Morning," she mumbled in a hushed, gravelly voice, makeup smeared across her face like the aftermath of a particularly wild art project. Her perfectly coiled hair suddenly gave off the appearance of a bird's nest—the curls sitting up at various angles. You blinked slowly, the events of the night beginning to come together into a somewhat coherent thought. "Hey," you croaked out, the word feeling like sandpaper against your throat. "Did... did all of that really happen last night?" Seora flopped down beside you, her phone clutched in one hand. "I wish I could say it was all a bad dream," she sighed, unlocking her device. "But, uh, we might have a bigger problem on our hands." Your curiosity getting the better of you, you propped yourself up on one elbow, squinting against the brightness to see her screen.

Hesitantly, Seora swiped up, revealing an article headlined, "BTS Member Attacked at Local Club?" Your eyes widened as you took in the blurry photo beneath the sensational title—a figure in a red hoodie, unmistakably the one you'd been obsessing over for weeks, caught in a moment of confrontation. The reality of the situation struck you like a ton of bricks. What you had dismissed as a drunken delusion was, in fact, a chaotic encounter with one of the biggest names in the music industry.

The implications of the article, while serious, were overshadowed by the surreal realization that your path had crossed with BTS's in such an unexpected and wild manner. "No way," you whispered, disbelief coloring your tone. The poor quality of the picture and the club's low lighting left most of the parties' identities up to the viewer's imagination. "That's... that's my hoodie." Seora gave a somber nod. "Yep. And according to this, one of the BTS members was attacked the previous night at the club. They think it was some crazed fan." A wave of nausea rolled over you, not from the hangover but from the sudden realization of the magnitude of the situation. "But... but that's not what happened. I mean, I thought I saw my hoodie and—"

"And you went after it like a crackhead to crack," Seora interjected, a wry smile tugging at her lips despite the gravity of the situation. "Only, it turns out you homed in on a K-pop idol instead of just some random thief." The absurdity of the situation would have been hilarious if it weren't so terrifyingly real. A groan escaped your lips as you hid your face in your hands. "What are we going to do? This is a nightmare." Leaning back, Seora looked up at the ceiling as though it contained the answers. "Well, for starters, we lay low. The article said the police are looking into it, but they haven't identified anyone due to the bad photos. We're just lucky the club lighting sucked." You nodded, the weight of the situation settling in. "Okay, okay, lay low. Yeah, I can do that." A pause, then, "But what about my hoodie? I mean, that's the whole reason this mess started." Seora turned to you, determination in her eyes. "We'll figure it out. But first, we gotta survive this scandal. Then, we plan our next move. Who knows? Maybe this will all blow over in a few days." The optimism was a thin layer over the uncertainty that lay beneath, but it was enough to push back against the rising tide of panic. For now, survival was the priority. The hoodie, and everything it represented, would have to wait. "Right," you voice, seemingly somewhat determined. "Survive first. Hoodie later." As Seora nodded, you both fell into a moment of silence, the reality of your newfound infamy like a thick shroud around your shoulders. The road ahead was uncertain, filled with potential pitfalls and consequences you could hardly imagine. But amidst the fear and the uncertainty, there was a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this strange turn of events could eventually lead you back to your treasured hoodie, and with it, a piece of the brother you so dearly missed. For now, though, you had a scandal to weather, and weather it you would—together.

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