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dambaepuff · 3 months

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STRAW-BEAR-IES

☆Pairing: BearHybrid!Namjoon x GN!Reader

☆Genre: hybrid au, fluff, one-shot, pg-13

☆Warnings: none!

☆Word count: 4.3k

☆Summary: You noticed the strawberries in your garden started going missing a few weeks ago, the bushes often being smushed as if something big stepped onto them. Slowly you start to find other parts of your large garden in disarray as well. Who might be this crop thief stealing from you?

☆A/N: Hi!! This is the first time I’ve ever posted onto this account, I hope you’ll like it. I’m thinking of making it a series potentially? Feel free to let me know your thoughts and suggestions and/or if you have any sort of criticism and tips. Also beware of the fact that I do not have a beta reader and English isn’t my first language so there might be some mistakes!!

You sigh as you step into your garden and close the gate. It seems as though someone payed it a visit again last night. The once beautiful green grapes you had growing were now gone, the vines torn down, the trellises bent in funky ways and all the leaves crumpled. You take off your gardening gloves and stuff them into your apron’s front pouch. Your bare hands softly touch the now ruined plant, trying to examine the damage and determine if it’s salvageable. With a huff you bend down and grab onto the plant’s support structure, making sure your footing is firm you get to work with lifting everything up and fixing it.

“Hm, I need the toolbox for this one.” You mumble to yourself, letting go of the structure and tumbling backwards a little. Set on repairing the trellis, you start walking towards the shed. With a pep in your step you start to whistle a random tune, stuffing your hands into your pockets and fishing around for the key to the shed. As you pull out the keys and start to fumble around with them, trying to spot the square silver key, you catch movement in the corner of your eye. At first you brush it off as wind rustling branches, but then you register a large brown lump moving around. Your head shoots up and you immediately freeze up. About ten meters away from you stands a large grizzly bear, sniffing around in the bushes on your property. With fear coursing through your veins, the sudden adrenaline makes your thoughts turn hazy. Starting to fumble with the keys faster you decide it’s best to hide in the shed till it leaves, however once the jingle of the metal clinking resumed the bear’s head rose. It’s black eyes landed directly onto you. Your hands shook and you dropped the keys, your panic starting to become more prominent.

Just as you thought the wild animal was going to pounce, it turned around and ran in the opposite direction as if it was the one scared to death. You halted all your movements in confusion, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Wiping the sweat that accumulated on your forehead you picked up the bundle of metal from the ground and finally found the right key. Quickly shutting the door, you let yourself slump against it. Thumping your head against the wood, you let out a sigh of relief.

After that day you were on edge for a little while, but it wasn’t long till you went back to your usual routine. One morning you had gathered all of the produce that was overly ripe into one large bucket. Now wanting it to go to waste you fed part of it to some of your animals and the rest you had left out in front of the garden in hopes of the thief taking from there instead of ruining all your hard work. You had been carving away at a small piece of wood whilst laying on your hammock when you heard rustling behind you. Slowly turning around you spotted the same brown bear eating away at the produce you had left in the bucket. Your heart started to pound in fear, not knowing what to do you laid back down and tried to be as still as possible, hoping that the beast would be gone soon. The munching noises you could faintly hear stopped at some point and everything went quiet. Tightly shutting your eyes you prayed it was going back to where it came from, but instead you heard heavy footsteps coming towards you. A tear brimmed your eye, your skin prickled with goosebumps and your blood pumped so hard you could hear it. Shallow breaths took over your body, each one of your muscles tensing. The footsteps stopped right beside you, a warm breath tickled your face. The animal let out a deep groan, curiously starting to sniff you. Unable to open your eyes from the terror you used sound and your imagination to be able to tell what the bear was doing. It’s sniffing stopped at your hands, it’s wet snout nudging your skin. You cracked one eye open and saw the large beast staring at the small wooden figurine you had been carving. It’s eyes held no hunger or malice, it looked interested and almost kind? Unsure if you were seeing right, you fully opened your eyes, gawking up at the creature. It looked down at you and then back at your hands, almost as if it was asking what you were doing.

“Uhm, this?” You asked, your voice coming out weak as you held up your creation. The bear grunted and nodded its head. “Oh it’s just a little figurine I was making, it’s supposed to be a dog.” You said wide eyed, to which the bear nodded. “You can… You can understand me?” You squeaked out. The bear nodded again and let out a small grunt. Your confusion only doubled, yet your interest was piqued. You set down the carving onto your stomach and reached out one of your hands, slowly bringing it up to the bears head. Hesitantly you set it down, the fur feeling softer than you’d imagine. Slowly, your hand started to stroke its head to which the beast let out a content grumble and leaned into your touch. Completely stunned, all you could do was continue petting it. The bear lowered its head and let it rest in your lap, the warmth emitting from it surprisingly comforting. The mammal’s big black eyes started to blink slower, its entire body seeming to relax. You however, still felt a bit on edge. It started to nudge your hand with its nose, ‘This is it, I’m going to lose a hand now!’ you thought, expecting to get bitten. However, to your surprise all it did was give your palm a few licks, as if thanking you. It stood back up with a grunt and started to make it’s way towards the wooded area on your property.

After that exchange you had started leaving fruit and leftovers from your dinner on your front porch each evening. Every morning you’d wake up to the food gone and a little gift left in its place. The presents varied from pretty rocks and flowers to money and shiny jewelry you assumed the creature stole from someone. Scraping the remnants of sauce into the container you hummed along to a song playing on the radio. With leftover pasta in one hand and an array of fruits in the other, you made your way to your front door. Pushing the handle down with your elbow and kicking to door open with your foot, you prepare to place the food down onto the steps. A familiar set of black eyes startle you, almost making you drop everything you were holding. “Oh! You scared me.” The bear huffed out something that sounded similar to a laugh. “I got you food. Sit down.” It obliged and plopped down with a grunt. “I got you strawberries, I know you like those.” You say as you place everything down and pick up a strawberry, throwing it towards the bear. It catches the berry mid air and happily chomps down on it. “Bon appetite.” You grin at it and make your way back inside. Sparing the beast one last glance through the window, you turn off all the lights and make your way to bed.

The bear started showing up for dinner early more often, letting you feed and pet it. Tonight was no different, you fed the creature, talked to it pretending it understood you and bid it farewell. Loud claps of thunder awoke you from your sleep, looking out of your window the rain was pouring down like no tomorrow, wind wildly throwing around leaves and jostling trees. Immediately your mind jumped to your furry friend. Without a second thought you got up from bed, quickly shuffling into your slippers and pulling on a robe. With hurried steps you made your way downstairs, looking out onto your front porch you saw the same lump of brown fur laying outside your door, finding shelter from the rain under the gable roof. For a moment you hesitated, what could you even do? Would it be absurd to let the wild animal into your home? It definitely would be. So, you unlocked your front door and opened it. A gust of wind immediately hit you in the face, carrying rain water with it. Not far from your house, a bolt of thunder struck the ground, echoing loudly and flashing before your eyes. The beast startled awake, looking around it shivered in fear. Trying to get it’s attention you yelled over the wind and thunder, flailing your arms around like an idiot. The ears on its head lightly perked up and it turned its head to face you. Large black eyes landed on your figure, watching as you beckoned it inside. Without a hint of uncertainty the creature got up and started walking towards you. Reaching around in the dark and running your hand along the wall, you found the light switch and turned it on. The second your friend entered the house you shut the door, sighing as the storm’s noises faded into a mere hum.

“Wait here.” You instructed and quickly made your may to the bathroom, taking two large towels and scurrying back to the entrance. Unfolding the fabric, you draped it over the bear and got to work with drying it off to the best of your abilities. When you got to its head, you became more gentle. Gingerly rubbing out the moisture from its ears and cheeks, you looked into its eyes. They held a warmth you couldn’t explain, a sort of gratitude no regular bear could express. Its large snout twitched and it blinked up at you slowly. “You’re such a cutie.” You said softly and wiped its forehead. It let out a grunt and looked away as if it were embarrassed. “Come, you can sleep on my rug.” You said and started making your way toward the living room. Heavy footsteps followed behind you, the old wooden floor of your house creaking underneath its weight. “Sleep here, just don’t break anything please.” You told the beast with a small smile and bid it goodnight.

Sounds of birds chirping and the soft howl of the wind woke you up. Sitting up in bed you yawned, stretching your arms out above your head and twisting your torso around to release tension. Your feet made contact with the cold floor of your bedroom, sluggishly getting up to open your window. You leaned outside and took in a big breath of fresh air, the smell of rain still present in the morning chill. The peaceful moment was cut short by loud clanking coming from downstairs followed by a thump. Startled, you quickly made your way towards the source of the noise. Expecting to find the bear you’ve come to know as your friend, you’re alarmed to see a fully grown man standing in your kitchen with all of your pots and pans spilled onto the ground. You quickly grab one of your kitchen knives and firmly hold it towards the intruder. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?” You ask calmly. The man’s eyes widen and he puts his hands up. “Uhm uhh...” He mumbles, clearly taken aback. “I’m Namjoon.” He says and raises a brow, sounding more like a question than a statement. “How did you get in?” You question, tilting your head up and straightening your posture, trying your best to intimidate him. “You let me in last night.” His response takes you off guard, before you can reply to it his hand goes up to his head and he points at a pair of brow ears you hadn’t noticed before. That’s when it clicks. The large grizzly bear you had befriended wasn’t entirely a bear after all. Everything made sense now.

“Why did you steal from me?” The sentence flies out of your mouth before you can think about it. “Uhm, I was hungry.” The man replies, his ears drooping and his arms coming back down to his sides. You soften at his words knowing he never meant any harm. Putting the knife back you crouch down to pick up all the pots, he follows suit and the two of you quietly clean up. “So you say your name is Namjoon?” You asked as you began to gather ingredients for breakfast. “Yes.” He responded with a nod of his head. “I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to officially meet you.” You gave a small smile which he returned, adorable dimples appearing on his face. “Would you like some breakfast?” You asked as you rummaged around the kitchen. “Yes!” He responded eagerly to which you chuckled. After a beat of silence he spoke up again. “I’ve been thinking…” You let out a hum, encouraging him to continue. “You’ve kept me fed for so long now and I’ve done pretty much nothing in return. Let me help you with all your farm work to pay off my debt.” He said in a low voice. “You have no debt Namjoon.” You responded and looked at him over your shoulder. “However, a helping hand is always welcome here.” You started cracking eggs into a bowl. “Plus it would be nice to have someone around to talk to, y’know to keep me company.” You said as you started whisking the eggs. “You’ll let me stay?” He asked in disbelief, his voice full of hope. “I don’t see why not, you don’t look very weak and that’s certainly a plus.” You stated as you looked him up and down, giving a playful wink. His eyes winded a bit, but he didn’t comment on it.

After eating together you had decided to give him a proper tour of the property. He seemed particularly interested in your garden and your sculpting workshop. Once you showed him everything you began doing chores together, occasionally chatting and getting to know each other more. You had found out he was a stray hybrid, living on the streets for three years now. He had tried hitch hiking from one town to another about four months ago, when he suddenly got weird vibes from the truck driver he was traveling with. Not wanting to risk anything he ran away once they had pulled into a gas station, never looking back. After wandering through the woods for ages he came across the fence of your estate. At first he wasn’t going to cross it, scared someone would hunt him down and kill him if he entered private property. However, once he had smelled the pie you were baking his hunger got the better of him and he jumped the barrier. Realizing you were a stable source of food he continued to sneak around and eventually ended up here with you. Feeling grave pity for him you decided in that moment that it was your mission to help repair this man and give him the comfortable and fulfilling life he never got the chance to experience. He also told you about some of his friends who were stray hybrids as well, hoping to reunite with them one day. Apparently there were six of them, seven including Namjoon. They helped each other survive when no one else would.

After a long hard day of labor, the two of you came back to the farmhouse. You gave him some of your old oversized clothes and pointed him to your bathroom. He took his first proper shower in a while, enjoying using all of your different products and being pampered. Whilst he took care of his hygiene you got busy with making dinner. As you were grabbing all the ingredients you needed from the refrigerator, you noticed the vanilla tarts you had made the day before. Debating on serving them as dessert your eyes landed on the last couple of strawberries you managed to salvage from your garden, seemingly the bear’s favorite kind of berry to steal while you weren’t looking. Lighting up at the idea of combining the two foods for your friend to enjoy, you giddily got to work with dinner, the idea of surprising Namjoon lingering in your mind the entire time. Once he came out of the bathroom your eyes raked his form. Admiring how the large clothes fitted his frame and the way he did his best to dry his damp hair and ears with a towel. It only now dawned on you how handsome he was, this being the first time you truly took a moment to observe him since you initially saw his human form. His eyes caught yours, before you could get lost in their dark color you cleared your throat. “You hungry? I’m almost done with making dinner.” You asked and quickly started stirring the pot of sauce you were making. “I’m starving. Need any help?” He replied to which you instructed him to set the table.

The meal was fairly quiet, both of you lost in your own thoughts. When both of your plates were empty and your bellies almost entirely full, he was about to get up from the table. “Not so fast!” You said with a small smile. “I’m not going anywhere, I swear I was gonna help you clean up!” He replied briskly to which you laughed at him. He tilted his head in confusion, still thinking you were trying to scold him for bad manners. “There’s desert.” You said, your smile widening. His eyes lit up and his ears perked up. You could hear clothes shuffling, but he wasn’t moving an inch. That’s when you realized his tail small was wagging underneath his shirt. Trying to bite down your smile, you served the tarts on a plate with your strawberries. His nose moved as he sniffed the air, clearly eager for the treat. “What is it?” He asked in wonder, pointing at the baked good. “It’s a vanilla tart, try it.” You responded, handing him a fork. He eagerly dug in. Once he tasted it he started nodding his head vigorously, a close lipped smile spreading on his face. “You like it?” You asked. “Mhm!” He almost purred out, his taste buds not used to such delicate dishes. “Have a strawberry, I know you like those. Plus it goes well with the vanilla.” You picked up one of the red berries, thoughtlessly bringing it up to his lips. He shyly opened his jaws, holding eye contact as you inserted it into his mouth. His lips closed around it, faintly brushing your finger tips as you pulled your hand away. He slowly chewed, still looking at you. “Good?” You inquired, he leisurely swallowed. “So good.”

Namjoon had been living with you for a few months now. He had started stealing from your garden during last year’s spring and you let him into your home around summer time. It was now late January, your entire property covered in a blanket of crystal white snow. During this time of year you never have much work around the garden, more so focusing on taking care of all of your animals, letting yourself be consumed by reading and sculpting more often than not. “Namu, we’re running out of firewood, we should go chop up some more before it gets dark out.” You said as you poked around the fire you created in the fireplace, not realizing the nickname that slipped from your mouth. “Namu?” He questioned, testing it out on his tongue. “Hm, Namu. I like it.” He looked up in thought, lowering the book he was reading onto his lap. “Wait what was the question?” He suddenly sat up straighter, realizing you said something he didn’t quite comprehend. “I didn’t ask you a question, I said we needed to go get more firewood before it gets dark out.” You plopped down onto your butt from the crouch you were in a moment ago, chuckling at the bear hybrid. He watched you closely, playing with one of the pages of the open book sitting on his thigh. You leaned back on your palms and raised an eyebrow at him, awaiting his response. “Oh, yeah sure. You wanna go now or…?” He broke the eye contact, looking around at nothing in particular. “Yeah, let’s go.” You got up and dusted your hands off, walking up to where he was sitting on the sofa you extended an arm, helping him get up. The two of you got to work with preparing the firewood, Namjoon doing most of the heavy lifting. When you finished with it he turned into his bear form, stating that it’s easier to stay warm that way. He laid on his side on the floor, you leaning against him and petting his soft fur. It was to reserve heat you told yourselves, not being able to admit that the soft touches served as more than just a source of physical warmth.

One night you laid in your bed, covered in heaps of blankets trying to warm your body up, but it just wasn’t working. No matter how many layers of fabric you put onto your body you were still freezing. You crawled out of bed, shivering as the cold air in your room hit your whole body. Shuffling around in the dark for your slippers and robe, you hazily pulled them both on and made your way to the guest room down the hall. Lifting your fist up to the door you softly knocked, a sleepy grumble could be heard from the other side. Taking it as a sign to come in you pushed the door open. “Namu, I can’t sleep from the cold. Can I come sleep in your bed?” You quietly said into the darkness. The lump in the middle of the bed grumbled something, his arm extending and lifting the duvet he was under. You eagerly entered the room and took off your robe and slippers, shimmying into the bed. His arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into his warm chest. Finally heating up, you let your body relax into his embrace, letting sleep take over.

Following that night it became a routine to share a bed, the excuse still being the need for warmth. Namjoon had especially grown accustomed to holding you in his sleep. So much so that one afternoon when you went to a nearby town to buy some necessities, he decided to take a nap. He couldn’t find a comfortable position if his life depended on it. Tossing and turning in his bed, he realized his arms felt too empty. He tried hugging one of his pillows, but it wasn’t enough. Huffing in annoyance he decided to go sleep in your bed, the thought of your scent enveloping him made his tail wag immediately. He walked over to your room, plopping down onto your bed and nestling into your sheets. Burying his head into your pillow he inhaled your scent, letting out a satisfied hum at the familiar smell. Though he partially found the comfort he was seeking he still wasn’t fully pleased. He laid in your bed for what felt like hours, missing the way your hands would gently play with his hair and scratch behind his ears. The moment he heard your car pull up into the driveway he shot up from bed, running down the stairs and almost tripping over himself. You entered the house with arms full of bags, setting them down to take off your shoes and jacket. He didn’t even give you a moment to register his presence, immediately enveloping you into an embrace and starting to scent at your neck. “Namjoon, that tickles!” You giggled as his nose brushed against your sensitive skin. Upon hearing your voice he only hugged you tighter. “You okay?” You asked, placing your hand atop his head, suddenly worried by his behavior. “Yeah, I just missed you.” He mumbled into your shoulder. “Was I really gone for that long?” You questioned as you pulled away, trying to get a proper look at his face. Realizing how clingy he was acting, he became embarrassed. He let go of you and awkwardly cleared his throat. “Uhh no.” He said, scratching the back of his neck and looking away. “You can come with next time.” You stated, sensing his shame. The small ears atop his head perked up, a lazy grin spreading on his face. “Yes please.” He responded, a light pink forming on his cheeks.

Eventually the two of you unpacked all of the things you bought. The second you were done Namjoon tugged at your sleeve. Wordlessly, you let him pull you along to wherever he wanted to go. He brought you to your bedroom, laying you down onto your bed. “Sleep.” He mumbled, nosing at your throat and laying down onto your chest. Your hand instinctively rose to his head, scratching at his scalp lightly. You felt a low rumble coming from Namjoon, at first you thought he was just clearing his throat, but then it hit you. “Namu are you purring?” You asked. “Yeah.” He simply responded. “I didn’t know bears could purr.” You chuckled, pleasantly surprised by the discovery. “It doesn’t happen often, but it is possible.” He muttered, nuzzling further into your skin. You grabbed one of his hands, intertwining your fingers together. Slowly you brought it up to your face, placing a gentle peck onto his knuckles. His purring abruptly stopped. “Is this okay?” You asked, your heart dropping at the prospect of making him uncomfortable. He didn’t reply verbally, only placing a soft kiss onto the bare skin of your collarbone, his purrs resuming twice as loud.

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woncon · 7 months

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☼ wake up !

or four drabbles about waking up beside your boyfriends

☼various poly bts pairs x gn!reader

☼estabilished poly relationships, one swear word (damn), nicknames, kissing

☼special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.

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☼ jin ┊ namjoon ☼

a rattling wakes you from your sweet sleep. something heavy has fallen to the floor. tired, you whimper and dive deeper into the blanket to protect yourself from the outside world: the sound, the sunlight coming through the window and the cold.

"damn," you hear the swearing as someone crawls back on the bed, wrapping their arms around your waist. you realise that the chill you felt was due to the fact that he wasn't lying behind you.

"did you fall, joonie?" you look out from under the duvet with half-closed eyes. the answer is an annoyed hum. "are you okay?" he buries his face in your neck and nods.

"go back to sleep. jin's alarm will go off soon, but you can rest until then."

you sigh and pull him closer to your back.

"you too." you roll over him, squeezing him a little, eliciting a surprised groan from him, and bury your head in his chest, pushing him further into the mattress. "i won't let you fall down again." namjoon smiles at how sweet you are half asleep, before sleeping again.

☼ hoseok ┊ yoongi ☼

you wake up to a gentle caress. the skin of your face, neck and shoulders tingle gratefully with the touch.

"what time is it? what day is it? what year is it? where am i? who am i?" you mutter a barrage of questions as you find yourself confronted with hoseok's smile and loving gaze. you usually wake up to this beautiful sight, and each time pushes you into oblivion: only he exists.

"haha, i ask the same question every time i see you two" hoseok giggles, then starts stroking and arranging your hair like you used to do with his.

"shut up!", yoongi groans tiredly, and then, hugging the other boy tighter, he presses a kiss on his shoulder, burying his head in the smaller boy's neck.

"grumpy sleepyhead," you laugh, and crawl closer to them, pushing the blanket a little lower over your body so you can hug more effectively.

yoongi sighs a couple of times and settles in again before kissing you to let you know that he is fine, that everything was fine with the nap, but that he would like to rest.

"another half an hour?" hoseok offers to the man lying behind him.

"one."

"fine, but you'll do the breakfast then" you agree, and greet hobie with a morning kiss.

"hmn." the eldest reaches out his arm to gently caress your waist until your wakefulness wears off.

☼ taehyung ┊ jungkook ☼

in the morning your only wish is to wake up in the arms of your boyfriends. although this is achieved, waking up now is unpleasant because of the noise it causes.

"it can't be true," jungkook mutters angrily, unbelievingly, against the thin skin of your neck, hugging you tighter. he wants to hide behind you, but when the horrible concert refuses to end, he groans crankily.

he sighs contently as he presses the pillow over his head, revealing more of his upper-body artistry: the sharp lines of his shoulders, his biceps and triceps, his abdominal wall thanks to the sliding blanket.

you're not happy about his estrangement, but you accept and understand it, hoping both of you get back to your dreams.

you imagine his chubby cheeks, parted locks and half-open eyes, so that you can go back to sleep, but the activity is precluded by the noise from outside.

"who's the idiot who mows the lawn at 4.30 a.m. on a sunday?" taehyung grumbles to his partners, or rather to you, that he is now half awake, but not in the mood.

"our neighbor, auntie kwon's daughter, who's been grumpy from the first moment she saw us."

"what can i say, she's off to a good start on her first day at her mother's." the eldest clings to you, pulls his body up on the bed and buries his head in the pillow. "i don't think i'll sleep until tonight." he declares that he's given up trying, unlike jungkook, who shows no signs of life except for breathing, so you conclude that his plan worked and he's taking a nap successfully.

"i'll join you," you announce, and kiss him. you're lucky to open your eyes, because it means you get to share in the sight of taehyung's first smile of the day. your heart melts, and only continues to flow as the other pulls the blanket over you to give you a more private kiss.

getting lost in the sound of your kissing and your occasional bursts of laughter, it feels like the lawn mower has been turned down. only you and taehyung exist, this is your own realm under the covers.

but the world will only be complete when jungkook resigns himself to the fact that he can no longer nap and climbs under the blanket, hoping to get some of the innocent love you are showering on each other.

his dreams come true, as taehyung leans over you and greets him with his lips, and you do the same after turning to him. meanwhile, taehyung is kissing your neck with sloppy kisses, and every area he can reach from the top of your pyjamas.

you'll sink into the tender caress: in this loving, sensual atmosphere, there's no room for anything heavy or distracting, neither of your minds focused on the song of the fierce shearing tool, but on each other, on the more precious, priceless spiritual factors.

☼ jimin ┊ yoongi ☼

you prefer to be woken by jimin, because you don't like ringtones, and he wakes the earliest of the three of you, snuggled up to your neck.

"pretty" this is how he starts the process, with little caresses and pecks. he continues to call and caress you until you wake up, embracing him, expressing that you are awake.

"good morning!" you return his many pecks with a kiss, then turn to your other side. if yoongi is not hanging around your waist then usually by morning he is facing the wall.

now it's your turn to wake up. you cover the free skin with your lips, and you're satisfied when the boy whimpers, it's a state of half-sleep.

"love!" you nuzzle against his body, whispering sweetly. you're getting a little chilly, you've pulled the covers off during the night. "chim and i want to cuddle you before breakfast." the boy, as if yoongi sees something of him, nods vigorously.

"hug each other," he murmurs, uninterested in the subject.

"are you trading us for sleep? is that what this is about?" you gasp in indignation, disappointment at his reaction. before you can really believe he's that mean, he flashes a yoongi grin and pulls you into his embrace. a surprised chuckle breaks out from you, and as jimin joins in, the three of you laugh at nothing, at sweet nothingness.

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7ndipity · 2 years

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Masterlist

(Requests are closed, check guidelines)

Multi-stan blog: @lonelystczennie

About/guidelines/wip list

Moodboards

Incorrect Quotes

Guide: 💜-Fluff 🌧-Hurt/Comfort 💥-Angst 🔥-Suggestive 🗯-Crack 🔞-Smut

Ot7

Reactions/Scenarios/MTLs

Spooktober m.list

Serendipity m.list

Non-Linear m.list

Drabbles (non-specific)

Timebomb (request) 💥🌧

Individual Members

Seokjin

Yoongi

Hoseok

Namjoon

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

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nanawritesit · 2 years

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BTS Reaction: You Wiping Off Their Kiss As A Joke

Jin:

His mouth fell slightly open as he watched you wipe off his kiss, then he immediately grabbed your shoulders and tugged you back towards him.

“If you’re going to wipe off my kiss, I’ll just give you another one!” he teased, pressing his lips against yours once again.

You looked up at him and smirked, then slowly wiped your lips with the back of your palm.

“Alright, I guess I’ll give you another!” he declared, kissing you once more.

As you raised your hand again, he took ahold of your wrist, stopping you.

“Baby, I assure you, no matter how many times you wipe off my kiss, I’m not letting you go until you take one, so you might as well accept it.” he giggled, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Maybe I want to give you one.” you smirked, grabbing hold of the back of his neck to push your faces together. You kissed him roughly, knocking the breath right out of him.

“You could have just asked…” he chuckled shyly, causing you to squish his blushing cheeks. “But you’re not getting the last laugh.” He suddenly picked you up in his arms and carried you to the couch, making you squeal as he threw you down. He crawled on top of you and attacked your face in kisses, and you desperately tried to push him away. “Stop resisting my love Y/N! You know you want my kisses!”

Suga:

You were both cuddled up together on the couch, watching a funny show and enjoying each other’s company. You declared that you were getting up to get some snacks, and he gave you a kiss before you did so. As you stood up, you rubbed your fingers over your lips cheekily, then tried to scuttle away to the kitchen.

“Hey.” Yoongi grumbled deeply, clearly unamused. You turned around to see him looking at you with a cold glare. He pointed his finger down to his lap, snapping his fingers together at you. You slowly approached him and sat down in front of him, staring at him with a bratty grin. He gingerly placed his hand against your cheek, then leaned down and captured your lips in a deep kiss, moving his mouth against yours over and over as he tangled his fingers up in your hair. He nipped at your bottom lip a bit before pulling back, leaving you breathless. “You gonna keep this one?”

“Uh, yeah, I will.” you stammered, taken aback by his bold display of affection.

“Good.” he smirked, ruffling your hair a bit. “Just had to make sure.”

J-Hope:

“Get back here you brat!” he shouted down the hall as he chased after you, smile still wide on his face. “Don’t make me tickle you again!”

“No, anything but that!” you giggled, dashing into the living room. You had just escaped from him pinning you down on the bed and torturing you with relentless tickles as “punishment” for rejecting his kiss.

You ducked behind the couch, wedging yourself against the wall. He stopped in front of it to catch his breath, resting his hands on his hips and smirking at you. “You brought this on yourself Y/N. If you would’ve just accepted my kiss you wouldn’t be in this predicament.”

“Okay, I’m sorry Hobi!” you pleaded, peaking over the top of the couch. “I’m very sorry, I won’t do it again! Just please, please no more tickling! It’s too much!”

“That’s better.” he told you. He crawled on the couch to face you, resting his palms on the back of it. “Now give me a kiss as retribution.”

You giggled before going up on your tiptoes in your squatting position to give him a soft and loving kiss, pressing your fingertips against his jaw to deepen it a bit. “How was that?” you asked, smiling up at him.

“I think I can forgive you now.” he said, nodding his head. “Now will you please come out from behind the couch so we can get back to the movie?”

RM:

He looked genuinely hurt, and you immediately started to regret fooling around. He furrowed his brow and scratched behind his ear before leaning in and looking into your eyes sincerely. “Y/N did I do something wrong? Are you upset with me?”

“No honey I’m not upset, you haven’t done anything wrong.” you assured him, putting both hands on his cheeks lovingly. An IQ of 148 and he still couldn’t tell when you were joking!

“Then… why would you wipe off my kiss? Was it a bad one? I can try better-“ he immediately put his hands on your shoulders and pulled you in for another kiss, this one much deeper and more passionate. You started laughing in the middle of it, making him even more confused. “Oh god am I that bad of a kisser that you’re making fun of me?” he asked worriedly, starting to panic and think he was the worst boyfriend in the world.

“No Namjoon, you’re totally misinterpreting everything!” you cried out, smiling and plopping your head down on his chest in agony. “I only wiped off your kiss to be funny and get a reaction out of you. Then when you tried to kiss me again it was just too cute. I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“Oh, okay!” he smiled adorably, relief washing over his expression. “I’m just happy I’m not a horrible partner.”

“Are you kidding, you’re the best partner in the world!” you reassured him, giving him a light peck on the lips. “I hope this makes up for the confusion.”

Jimin:

He was actually the first one to wipe your kiss off, catching you off guard while you were eating dinner at his place. You immediately decided that you would get him back on your next date, no matter the cost.

You were both walking back to his apartment after a night of drinking with the boys. Your buzz was giving you plenty of confidence as you walked up the steps to his place. As he reached to his pocket for his keys, you tapped him on the shoulder and held out your arms when he looked over at you.

“Awh, does someone want a hug?” he asked lovingly, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Mm, I want a bit more than just a hug Jimin.” you chuckled, leaning your head back to give him easy access to your lips.

“Oh really? Does my baby want a kiss then?” he teased, his warm breath blowing against your neck. You nodded, looking up at him with an enticingly dark gaze. He happily obliged and closed the distance between you, moving his lips against yours in a few strokes before pulling back and looking at you adoringly.

You decided that this was the perfect moment. You removed your hand from the back of his neck and reached for your lips, but something stopped you before you could wipe off his kiss. You looked down to see him clutching your wrist, a playful grin on his face. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“W-Why not?” you stuttered, wondering how he knew what you were planning to do.

“Because sweetheart, you can’t out-do the doer.” he taunted, tilting his head from side to side in a cocky manner. “Now, let’s get you inside. I’ll have to teach you how to be a good brat.”

You realized your tactics backfired as Taehyung threw the blanket off of his lap and got up to leave your shared bed that you were cuddling in.

“No come back, Tae I’m sorry!” you pleaded, reaching out and tugging on his sleeve.

“How dare you reject my kiss.” he sulked, looking at the wall defeatedly. “I thought you loved me?”

“Oh my gosh, of course I love you!” you cried, sitting up to wrap both your arms around his one. “I was just joking!”

“Is that all I am to you, a joke?” he scoffed, turning to face you with a look of betrayal as he clutched his heart with his free hand.

“Man, those acting skills are really coming out today aren’t they…” you sighed, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Well I’m not giving you any more kisses until you apologize.” he huffed. He snapped his head away from you dramatically, and you did your best to contain your laughter.

“I’m very sorry for not appreciating your kiss, Taehyung. I’ll never do such a thing in the future.” you told him sincerely, not being able to help the smile that crept up your lips.

“I forgive you.” he chuckled, breaking his character. He practically jumped back on the bed and pinned you down, then took your lips in another kiss. And this time you kept it, mostly because you couldn’t handle him being such a drama king all over again.

Jungkook:

He dramatically threw himself onto the bed as soon as you were both home, shoving himself entirely under the covers with a heavy sigh.

“Jungkook, I said I was sorry!” you laughed, plopping down next to him to shake his shoulders, which were burried under layers of blankets.

“Don’t talk to me!” he sniffled, shriveling up further into the mattress. “You hurt my feelings!”

“I’m very sorry darling, I didn’t mean to.” you told him, trying your best to sound sincere when this was all clearly a fake scenario. He just wanted to use this moment to his advantage and get you to be all sappy, and you knew it. But that didn’t mean you weren’t going to play along. After all, you had started it knowing how much of a baby he was. “I was only trying to be funny.”

“Well, I didn’t laugh at all.” he huffed out against your pillow. Suddenly he sat up, throwing the blankets off the top of his head and crossing his arms over his chest. “I think I can fix it though.”

“How would you like to try?” you asked him, folding your hands together and leaning forward in anticipation.

He leaned down until his face was mere inches from yours, glancing down at your lips before meeting your gaze. His eyes were dark and sultry as he licked his lips, making you freeze in place. “Kiss me.”

You blinked and gulped a tiny bit, then did as he asked and pressed your lips against his. His arms came up to wrap around your back, warm hands caressing your waist as he dove in deeper. Your hands went up to his hair to give it light squeezes, letting yourself get lost in his touch.

When he finally pulled back, you both shared a small smile before he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Did you enjoy that?”

“Of course I did baby.” you told him.

“Good.” he said flatly. Suddenly he rolled up the sleeve of his black hoodie and wiped his palm over his lips painfully slow, eyes locked on yours with a mischievous glint. Your mouth dropped open before he gave you a devious grin. “Now we’re even.”

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dragonpants & winterflame // jjk

summary - your professor assigns you to look after and help get the new kid, jungkook, settled in. you’d think it be easy, but he’s nothing like any of the other students

pairing - new student!jungkook x wizard!reader

genre - fluff; wizard 101 au

word count - 5.0k

warnings - dip’s made up lore, friendship, gay bears (oops a double entrendre), tending of the wounds(tm), nick jonas

guide - pyromancy = fire magic; thaumaturgy = ice magic; grizzleheim = viking bear, wolf, and raven world

author’s note - behold my last w101 au! i've had so much fun working on this and it's my pride and joy. thank you all for enjoying (and i'm sorry to the w101 fans who've had to deal with this in the tags 😅)

the seven schools of ravenwood masterlist

Life in Wizard City was never something that you had expected for you, having grown up on the far edges of the spiral in Grizzleheim. All you’d ever known were the harsh winters of a world full of bears, wolves, and ravens. No one quite knew where you’d come from only being found the burnt remains of Draugarth as an infant. Sten and Bo Silverwood of Clan Ironclaw were the ones who took you in and raised you, calling you their hairless cub.

Growing up, you knew you were different. You didn’t have fur like a bear or a wolf, nor feathers like a raven. You were something else, even beyond your physical appearance. Despite having no fur, your skin bore to the elements, you were never cold. Chilly, yes. But in the cold winds that enveloped Grizzleheim, you never once shivered. But your Papa and Bubba never made you once feel as if you were an outcast, they loved you as their own and that’s all that would matter.

As you reached your fifteenth year, more peculiarities began happening around you. Your body would grow warm, becoming unbearable to the point you’d wear the thinnest of your clothes in the midst of snow storms. When it was your turn to make dinner for your fathers, you’d burn the meat to charcoal, eventually banning you from the kitchen. However, the worst was yet to come.

You were huddled near a hearth in Northguard, knees pulled up to your chest as you stared into the fire. You watched the flames flicker and change, almost as if they were forming into small figures; you’d see bears and wolves talk amongst themselves, laughing heartily, ravens fly across the sky, and creatures of myth you’d heard as a young one. Creatures like dragons, imps, and centaurs. You’d thought you were only seeing these things in your mind's eye as you watched the fire, but as you focused more on the dragon, you watched as it grew larger. You rubbed your eyes, thinking it was a trick of the light, but it wasn’t. The fiery depiction of the creature grew and grew, spitting out flames from its mouth, catching onto the roof of a nearby hut. You screamed for help, but with each panicked cry, the fire grew larger and larger. Quickly, the clan rallied to put out the fire, but with each bucket of water thrown over it, it did not settle. Only when your papa had wrapped you into his arms, calming you down did the fire finally die.

“This cub is a demon! We must free ourselves from it!” Kol Shadowsong accused, singling you out. The clan leaders gathered in the Great Hall to discuss what should be done with you, as you nearly burnt Northguard to the ground. Your fathers stood beside you, refusing to back down to let you stand alone.

“Your Majesty, see reason! It’s clear they have no control over this affliction! They meant no harm! They’re practically still a cub!” Your papa shouted at King Valgard.

“And that cub nearly burnt this stronghold to the ground!” The king growled. “If they cannot control it, they are a danger to the rest of us. I cannot allow them to endanger the rest of the clans.”

“But what if they could learn to?” Your bubba countered.

“How?”

“I know.” All attention was turned toward a new voice, Bauldur Goldpaws, the trader. “I’ve heard of this affliction in my travels. It’s called pyromancy! The ability to control fire and summon creatures of that nature. It can be controlled, but only through hard work and training. There is a school that teaches how to control and master this very affliction. Ravenwood in Wizard City.”

You’d only vaguely remembered hearing those names. It sounded familiar, yet you did not know or understand why, like something from a dream.

“That’s halfway across the Spiral and the World Tree connection was severed centuries ago! How do you intend to even get there?” Your papa questioned.

“The skyways, as our ancestors once did.” Bauldur turned to face your fathers personally. “King Valgard has already tasked me with the honor of re-establishing our trade routes. Wizard City is one of those stops. With your permission, I will ensure that your cub will get there safely. They will be enrolled and they will learn to control it.”

“Do they look like me?” You found yourself asking. All attention was returned back to you, and you felt small under everyone’s gaze. “These pyromancers. . . are they like me?”

Getting down on one knee, Bauldur met your gaze. “Yes, child. There are many that look like you. You will be safe and taught to control this,” he gestured to your hands.

Looking between your fathers, you met their eyes. Papa clearly not wanting to let you go, to keep you safe by his side and protect you from the world forever. But Bubba, he knew. He knew this was what was best for you, best for the clan. Looking back to Bauldur, you nodded. “I’ll go.”

The trader looked back to the King, who sighed. “Fine,” he waved his hand. “Your cub may go and learn to control this. . . pyromancy. But they may only return, once they’ve mastered the ability. Then and only then may they return to Grizzleheim. Dismissed.”

Your fathers walked out of the Great Hall, bickering between themselves as you looked up at Bauldur. “We leave at first light, pack heavy. We’ll be traveling for a few moons.”

It was hard to say goodbye, having never left home before and to be gone for so long. . . You were scared. You didn’t want to leave, but you knew you had to. It was for the good of the clans. You packed all your belongings into several chests; your robes, your boots, helmets, hats, and swords. Anything you might’ve needed, you were packed and ready for.

“Be good,” Papa said as he squeezed you tight against him. You buried your face into his fur, trying to memorize every last detail of him.

“I will.”

Bubba hugged you just as hard, if not harder. He knew this was coming, that one day you’d leave, just never imagined it so soon. Pulling away from you, he placed his paw on your face and smiled at you. “My little cub, be proud of who you are and where you’re from.”

As Bauldur said, it took many months to reach Wizard City. Had you gone in a direct route, you might’ve gotten there faster, but unfortunately you were just a ride along. Bauldur had a job to do, re-establishing the long lost trade routes amongst the other worlds of the Spiral. You’d see places you’d never even imagine seeing; the evergreen world of Mooshu, the ancient sand covered temples of Krokotopia, and the endless fields of Zafaria. Until finally, Bauldur and landed at the edge of the world in Wizard City!

Dozens of wizards gathered as the ship weighed its anchor against one of the stone towers. You’d been used to whispers and stares all your life, but this was different, you felt isolated and singled out, as if you were being peered at under an eye-glass. You hid behind Bauldur once he was beside you on the grass.

“Who goes there?” A man with hair on his face and dressed in strange armor questioned.

“I am Bauldur Goldpaws, and this is my ward, Y/N Silverwood. We seek your Headmaster.”

The guard looked between you and Bauldur, “Follow me.” Was all he said before he stiffly started walking towards a tunnel, burrowed deep into the cliffside.

The Headmaster, Merle Ambrose, was stunned to learn that you were there to enroll. No one had ever traveled so far in order to attend. It was a first. But nevertheless, you were enrolled in the School of Fire. Professor Dalia Falmea took you under her wing, giving you private lessons until you’d caught up to your age group. You were a bit of an oddity at first, being the only one dressed in furs rather than the colored robes your peers wore. You’d even shocked everyone when you’d been able to pick up thaumaturgy as a secondary school. But eventually the intrigue and mystery died away as time went on.

You’d been at Ravenwood seven years now, almost finishing your mastery classes. You’d held onto this moment for years. Finally, you’d be able to go home! To see your fathers once again! You’d kept up correspondence with them, sending letters through the trade route you’d helped Bauldur set up. So they knew you were in good health and they were also happy for you. At least up until the past year, the former death professor unleashed monsters onto the city streets endangering the students and their livelihood. Papa almost wanted you back then and there, but there were also growing tensions amongst the clans (at least so you’d heard through Bauldur, your fathers did every attempt to keep it from you) so you stayed in Wizard City. However, none of you could’ve predicted what else was to come.

It was like any ordinary day, you’d just finished your class with Professor Falmea when she called you up to speak with her before you could leave. Shouldering your pack, you walked up to her on the platform.

“Yes, Professor?”

“Ah, Winterflame. You’ve advanced much in these past few years, becoming one of my star pupils.”

Your face grew warm at her compliments. “Thank you, Professor.”

“And as my best student, there’s something I need to ask of you.” She motioned toward the door, glancing behind you, you watched as a bright red haired guy about your age walked in, dressed in red and orange robes. “This is my newest student, Jungkook Dragonpants.”

You furrowed your brows at the name, “Dragonpants?” Did you hear that right?

“Yup, that’s me,” the wizard winked at you.

You’ve never met a student with a lastname like that, the weirdest one you think you’ve heard was Frogtamer. You were going to have to ask him about it later. You turned to Dalia to finish talking.

“Winterflame, I’d like you to help get him adjusted to life in Wizard City. In fact, Headmaster Ambrose suggested it, considering you know how it feels,” she explained. While you knew neither of them meant no ill will, it still felt slightly targeted. There’d been dozens of new students and transfers to Wizard City since you. But maybe he was from far out in the Spiral too, and there was the fact he was also a pyromancer.

“Okay,” you nodded before turning to Jungkook. He was near bouncing on his heels and his eyes. . .His eyes kept wandering around the room, between the professor, the walls, the chalkboard, the cauldron, everything. Okay, you could relate to that, seeing it all for the first time. Trying your best to hide your smile, you nodded to the door. “Come on, let’s go.” The two of you walked out of the school house, and still Jungkook was looking at everything. Bernie, Torrence, Bartleby, Arthur Wethersfield. You remembered being like that, taking everything in all at once. “So on either side of the tunnel are the dorms, yes it’s one door. But your key is what opens the door to your own room, specifically. You get your key from Lincoln,” you said, gesturing to him as he wrote in his booklet. “I can give you a more in depth tour later, so you’re getting the dry run. If that’s alright with you.”

“Yeah that’s fine,” he said, smiling as he looked up at the World Tree.

“So, where’re you from?”

“Oh, I’m from Eeeeerrrr. . .”

“Eeeerrr?” You raised a brow.

“It’s some place far away with a name you wouldn’t know or how to pronounce,” he waved his hand, trying to hand the subject. “What about you? You from around here or elsewhere?”

A bittersweet smile crossed your face. “Grizzleheim, a world tucked away in the farside of the Spiral.”

“Woah, that sounds. . . cool. What’s it like?”

Again, you were confused. How did he not know what Grizzleheim was? Since your arrival and the trade route was re-established, almost everyone knew what Grizzleheim was and how far it was. “It’s cold, a lot closer than here. It rains or snows most of the year, don’t get a lot of sun. But it’s beautiful and it’s. . . it’s my home.” You found yourself stopping on the sidewalk, reminiscing.

“Do you visit often?”

You shook your head. “No, I haven’t been since. . . since I enrolled. It’s-it’s a long story.” You weren’t about to get all nostalgic with a stranger. “But anyways, are you a transfer? Novice, what?”

“I’m new.”

“. . . Are you in class with people our age or younger?”

“Oh, I’m not in class. Ambrose said I can do independent studies to help catch up. Like helping out around the city and anyone who needs it. Speaking of which, where’s Unicorn Way? I was told to go there as soon as I could.” He asked, his head glancing about, this time with intention rather than curiosity.

“Unicorn Way is crawling with monsters, are you sure you were asked to go there?”

Jungkook held up a letter, addressed to Private Connelly in the Headmaster’s handwriting. It was off, but if it was Ambrose. . .

“Through the Commons tunnel, turn left, go down the street, over the bridge, Unicorn Way is right there.”

“Great, thanks,” he smiled as he patted you on the shoulder. “Talk more later?” He asked as he started toward the tunnel.

“Yeah, just uh, meet me in front of the Library, noon!” You called out after him.

“Awesome, see you then!” Then he vanished into the shadows. He was odd, but you were intrigued nonetheless.

A few days later was your rest day, and you typically liked spending it in Olde Town, sitting on the grass at the edge of the cliff, where Bauldur dropped you off. He wasn’t there, it wouldn’t be for another few weeks before he made his rounds back to Wizard City. When he was there, you’d catch up, then trade the dozens of letters your fathers would write to you and give to Bauldur yours. But days like this, you’d just sit and stare out into the skyways.

“Hey!” A voice pulled you out of your thoughts. Turning your head to the side, there stood the new kid, Jungkook. His face was littered with fresh cuts and bruises, but he still held that same cheery demeanor he had when you first met him. “Whatcha doing out here?”

“It’s my off-day, what happened to you?” You rose to your feet, immediately going to check his injuries.

“Oh, these? Just finished clearing up Unicorn way,” he said with a proud smile.

His words took you aback, “You- you did what?”

“Well it’s not cleared up permanently. There’s still some ghosts, but the skeletons and dark fairies are all taken care of for the most part.” He shrugged as if it was no big deal. “But Prof Falmea said I’m almost to the level of her apprentice level class with how fast I’m progressing.”

“In just a few days?” You were baffled, no one has ever advanced that fast before! At least not without prior schooling.

“I’m a fast learner,” was all he said. “But really, why are you here on your off-day? Are there not a lot of exciting things to do around here?”

“No there are. There’s the Shopping District, Fairgrounds, dueling. . . But I like coming here, it’s where I first stepped foot in Wizard City.” You smiled softly at the memory, you felt so small then. Now no one even bats an eye at you, just another student walking the grounds. “But anyways, how are you finding it?”

“Well, I’ve done a lot of back and forth lately between places, but everyone is nice, given the circumstances. Sorry I had to rush off the other day, but the Headmaster said it was urgent. But I’m seeing a lot of the city, and this place is pretty cool.” He turned to look up at the cliffs of the city, and you followed his gaze. Just barely, you could see the overhead branches of Bartleby. Both of you stood there for a moment, enjoying the view.

“Hey, I’m sorry if this is a weird question but how did you get Dragonpants?” You asked. It’s not exactly a common question to ask, but you were curious. You always were anytime someone gave their name.

“What do you mean?” He furrowed his brows.

“I mean how did you earn Dragonpants as a last name? I got Winterflame because I’m one of the few pyromancers that has thaumaturgy as a secondary. I know a guy broke his wand and earned his last name, another summoned Humongofrog. So how did you get yours?”

All Jungkook could do was stare at you blankly. “Uhhh, I- uh. . . that’s an interesting story. Oh, look at the sun! I need to rush to Firecat Alley. I’ll definitely tell you that story later. Bye!” He then ran down the street, but instead of Firecat Alley, it was towards Triton Avenue.

And that’s not most of your interactions with Jungkook were. You’d see him randomly on the streets in between classes (in between quests for him), he’d always have a new cut or bruise somewhere on his skin. But he was advancing quickly. Every time you saw him, he was further and further along in his independent studies. Last you checked, he was nearing the adept level courses. Despite his quick advances, battles were getting harder and more difficult. So he started asking you for help, which you did. You helped him in Firecat Alley, Triton Avenue, and Cyclops Lane. Dueling beside him was incredible, he was focused and valiant. He didn’t let the enemies get to him, no matter how cruel their taunts grew.

“Doesn’t it ever bother you?” You found yourself asking, as the two of you tiredly made your back back towards the Commons.

“What do you mean?”

“What these- these villains are saying to you? Surely, it has to get under your skin sometimes?”

Jungkook paused, dark eyes almost hidden by his reddish-pink hair. “Sometimes. In the beginning, it did a lot. But the more I fight them off, it’s just becoming more and more. . . annoying than hurtful.”

“Annoying?” You asked, almost chuckling.

“I mean, yeah it’s annoying!” Jungkook’s face broke into an exasperated expression. “‘You won’t get away with this, Young Wizard!’, ‘Malistaire is coming!’,’No puny wizard has ever defeated me!’ Puh-lease! As soon as they start saying stuff like that, the more it motivates me to win out of spite.”

That had both of you peeling over in laughter, earning a handful of odd looks from your fellow students and passing citizens.

The two of you grew closer and closer, but no matter what, he didn’t say much about his past. Nothing on where he was from, or how he got his last name or why he wasn’t properly enrolled in school. Nothing. It didn’t bug you much, you could understand not wanting to answer pestering questions about where you were from, so you didn’t ask. But with each quest the two of you completed, you only had more and more questions. You just felt out of the loop.

However, once his quests started taking him outside of Wizard City, he had to continue going out alone. You didn’t have permission to leave the city, only Jungkook and a few select transfer students were granted that permission. You did your best to keep in touch still, he’d stop by your dorm and ask odd questions about Kroks and other things related to sorcery. You directed him to the library. There wasn’t much else you could do to help, as you had your own studies to focus on.

The last time Jungkook came over though, it was the worst of them. It was already late at night, but you were still up, cram studying for your final mastery exam in two days. After re-reading the same sentence over and over about the differences between sunbirds and phoenixes, there was a harsh knock at the door.

With a yawn, you walked over to the door, opening it to see Jungkook, battered and bruised. His left eye was dark and near swollen shut, his lip was busted, and he was leaning on the door frame for support. “H-hi.”

“Oh my stars!” Your body immediately woke up, helping him into your dorm. You set him down at your desk as you rushed to your trunk, digging through it for a healing potion. Instead you found an old salve from home. It would have to do for now, you hadn’t had a chance to stock up on potions. Jar in hand, you made your way over to Jungkook. Opening the jar, you dipped your fingers in and took out a small glob. “This’ll feel a bit chilly.” Jungkook winced as the balm touched his skin, but he remained still as you continued to apply it to his wounds.

“Smells kinda funny.”

You chuckled at that. “Yeah, it does.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a yarrow-marshmallow salve. Honestly, I forgot I had it. My bubba probably packed it away for me.”

“Your bubba?”

You paused. You didn’t talk much about your homelife to anyone, no matter how much they asked. This was the first time you ever willingly brought it up. With a shaky breath, you continued. “Yea, he’s one of the men who raised me. They’re the only family I’ve ever known.”

“You weren’t raised by your parents?”

You shook your head. “I was found in the remains of an old village, it was attacked by these creatures called grendels. I was the only survivor. I was found, tucked away in a burnt down shack. Sten and Bo Silverwood, my papa and bubba. They found me, took me in, and raised me as their own. Don’t know who my birth parents were, all we could figure is they were pyromancers and traveling across the spiral, probably traders. But we’ll never know,” you shrugged. “And I’m okay with that, I love my dads. And I wouldn’t change anything about how I was raised.”

“You said you can’t go home.”

“Yes and no.” You huffed. “It’s not easy to get to Grizzleheim, it’s months of traveling the skyways. But even if the world door worked, I can’t go back. I was. . . I was a danger to the clan. I had no control over my magic and the king had no choice but to order me to attend Ravenwood until I learned to master it.” As soon as you started, you couldn’t stop. All these years, and you never shared your story with anyone, not outside Professor Falmea. “But my pyromancy mastery final is in a couple days. And next week, Bauldur Goldpaws will return to Wizard City and I’ll be able to go home again.”

Jungkook was quiet for a moment, his eyes downcast. “I’m also from far away but. . . I don’t think I’ll be able to return home.” You’re silent, waiting for him to continue. “I’m from Earth. Where I’m from there’s no magic or talking animals, or anything. It’s just people. Then one day, I almost set fire to my house with my bare hands. I don’t know what to do so I start running. And I ran, and ran and ran until my legs felt like jelly. It gets blurry from there but next thing I know, I’m in the Headmaster’s office.”

“You don’t know how you got here?”

Jungkook gnawed on his lower lip. “I can’t really talk about it. Ambrose said so.”

Orders from the Headmaster, so you let it drop. Maybe in time he’ll tell you in time, but until then, you’ll take what little answers you can. “Can you tell me about your last name?”

That had Jungkook break out into a grin. “He didn’t tell me there were reasons behind last names, just wanted me to have one to blend in. I just chose a random one, thought it was funny.” Now it was your turn to laugh. You smacked your hand over your mouth, trying to muffle your laughter. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. I’m dumb I know.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just, you’re-you’re going to endure weird looks for the rest of your life, you know that right?”

“I signed myself up for it, I just need to make up a convincing story for it.”

Once your laughter died down, you just smiled at Jungkook. With the salve applied, it was slowly bringing down the swelling and discoloration. Running a hand through his red hair, you sent him off. “It’s late. Get some rest.” He did as you were told, walking off toward his own dormitory.

The next morning, you stopped by to check on him, wanting to see how he was faring the day after but he was gone again. That poor boy is gonna get dragged all over the Spiral if he doesn’t learn to say no to a favor. But Jungkook was the farthest thing on your mind as your exam date was coming up. Your nose was stuck in a book or a scroll, you didn’t have time to think of anything else except acing this test and finally going home. That was your sole motivation.

The day of your final, Jungkook was outside your door.

“Hey-”

You cut him off before he could even begin. “Sorry, I really don’t have time.”

“But-”

“Listen, Jungkook, I really don’t have time. I really gotta go, I’m sorry.” You gave him a sad smile as you made a beeline for the School of Fire.

After three long agonizing hours of going through the different types of blade and shield combos, and the various types of spell casts from firecat to meteor strike to inferno salamander and their historical origins. You finally made it out. You answered every question to the best of your ability, and now all you had to do was wait for the results to be posted.

As you left the school house, Jungkook was waiting outside, sitting on the steps of Professor Falmea’s office tower.

“Jungkook, what are you doing here?”

“The door is open.”

His words puzzled you. “I’m sorry, what?”

“The door! You said the door to your home world was severed years ago yeah? Well it's open again.”

“What.”

“Ambrose just told me that the door to Grizzlehiem just opened, no one knows how or why, but it is. That’s what I tried telling you this morning!” He said, smiling. “You can go home.”

Dropping your items, you bolted. In the back of your mind, you knew that King Valgard wouldn’t be happy you weren’t a titled master yet, but damn him. Damn the technicalities, you knew you were a master. You just wanted to go home again. You pushed past all the other students as they entered the World Tree, not listening to their complaints as you rushed towards the door (you could vaguely hear Jungkook apologizing on your behalf as he ran after you).

Hand on the nozzle, you thought of Grizzleheim. Home. The smell of the pines, the crisp snowy air, the laughter of the bears in the Great Hall. You could see it all perfectly in your mind's eye as you opened that door. And there you were, on the other side of the rainbow bridge, at the world tree door.

“Oh, wow,” you heard Jungkook breathe out from behind you.

You took one step out the door; your boots crunched on the dirt beneath your feet as you stood there, taking it all in. “Papa! Bubba! I’m home!” You burst into another run, down the rainbow bride and towards the village, shouting at the top of your lungs. “Papa! Bubba! It’s me! I’m home!” Back on solid ground, you made your way towards your childhood home. Not one thing about this place changed, it was as if you’d stepped back into a memory.

“Little cub?” Your papa’s head poked out from the hut. He looked older, white hairs gathering around his snout and ears. But it was still every bit your papa.

“Papa!” You squealed, adrenaline pumping through your veins so hard, you couldn’t feel your lungs as they burned or how your legs ached with each step you stook. Your papa saw you in the nick of time, opening his arms wide enough for you to jump into his hold. Tears brimmed in your eyes as you dug your face into his chest.

“How- how can this be. . ?”

“Bubba!” You turned to see your other father, standing speechless in the kitchen. You jumped into his arms next. He returned your hug instantly, with your papa returning to hug you from behind once again. Tears were now freely rolling down your cheeks as you held your dads tight as you possibly could.

“I don’t understand, how- what?”

“The world tree door has been re-opened. I- I don’t know how but, I- I needed to come home. It’s been so long.” You cried, your hands gripping tightly onto Bubba’s fur. “I can control my powers. I did it. I learned. I can come home now, yeah.”

“Oh cub, of course.” Papa answered. “You did as you were told by the king. You can come home.” The three of you said nothing further after that, crying and holding each other. Relieved to finally see each other again after seven whole years.

From behind your group hug, you could hear someone clear their throat. “Oh,” you pulled away from your dads, seeing Jungkook standing awkwardly in the door frame. “Bubba, Papa, this is Jungkook Dragonpants. He’s my friend.”

“Dragonpants? What kind of a name is that?” Your Bubba asked, voice low.

“Bubba,” you groaned.

“It’s my name, sir,” he said, not backing down from your father’s clear intimidation attempt. He certainly was brave, very few could stare him in the eyes and not back down.

“Any friend of our cub’s is a friend of ours,” your papa said, narrowing his eyes at his husband. “Come in, tell us all your stories. Everything you left out in your letters.” With a smile, you nodded, turning back to Jungkook who was looking more outside. Wrapping a hand around his arm, you pulled him inside.

“Wait, hang on, is that Nick Jonas?”

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princesslachimolala · 6 months

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The 8th Member of Bangtan💜

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Chapter 4 - The Dance Practice 💥✨🪩

Synopsis: you (y/n 🦊) are the 8th member of bts and are involved in all the fun and banter with the boys as you work on your music and side projects for army

Pairings: platonic! ot7 x gn! reader

Warnings: angst, gossip, slight arguments, discussions of self worth and self doubt

A/n: yn faces off with dance instructor Jung Hoseok and some gossipy staff members in this one… as usual yn is gender neutral so read the honorific’s as they apply to you, also ‘Cha Hwa-young’ is just a random name I plucked off the internet and is in reference to no one with the same name

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6am.

Your alarm was blaring and the echo of Hobi’s words were in your brain.

“Dance practise at 7am”

You rolled out of bed and slipped on the workout outfit you’d planned the night before (something simple yet stylish so on the off chance the staff would film some of the practice for army, you’d look presentable).

Preparing for a comeback was no joke… constant lyric writing, recording and choreography sessions. Anything to make the perfect songs and performance for army.

Today you are all working on the choreo for ‘Dynamite’ which meant excessive sweating and the scrutiny of dance teacher Jung Hoseok.

“I’m gonna miss Hobi today” you said to Jungkook and Jimin, the others having left earlier, leaving the 3 of you to catch up to the studio.

“How? Is he not gonna be there, noona/hyung?” Jungkook asked still sleepy and rubbing his eyes.

“He’ll be there kookie, I just mean he’s gonna be in his serious dance instructor mode today” you explained, expression glum.

“Ah come on dongsaengie, cheer up” Jimin said squishing your mouth into the shape of a smile, “it’s gonna be a fun practice… besides that’s how we get our dances perfect right?”

His arching eyebrows and imploring expression made you nod in agreement… one cup of coffee and you’d be fine.

Or so you thought.

•••

Pulling up to the HYBE building, your phone buzzed.

🐨: heads up guys… there’s a new assistant staff member in today

🐻: she’s pretty

🐱: Tae be professional, she’s only just across the room

All of a sudden, Jungkook and Jimin came to life at the mention of a new, pretty staff member. You were also intrigued but now you were even more nervous.

These days the staff (especially the core staff) didn’t change and rotate that much. Most of the staff that worked closely with you and boys had been working for years, allowing you to become trusted confidants and somewhat friends.

Jungkook could sense your unease as he wrapped his muscly arm around your shoulder and pulled you in for a reassuring hug.

“It’ll be alright noona/hyung”

And boy was he wrong.

The minute you stepped into the rehearsal room the vibe was different.

The boys were huddled in one corner of room rather than spread out, their collective bodies hiding the fact they were talking and giggling with to a new member of staff. The three of you approached the throng and Jungkook cleared his throat to alert his hyungs to your presence.

“Ah, here they all are!” Namjoon greeted you all, parting the group, revealing the dark-haired woman still dressed in her long parka coat.

“Jimin-ssi, Jungkook-ssi, yn-ssi” she said with a low bow.

“This is Cha Hwa-young” Hobi did the introducing with a big smile on his face - he always loved meeting new staff.

The three of you returned the greeting with a short bow.

“Where’s the coffee, Hobah?” you tapped Hobi on the shoulder.

He rolled his shoulder to get your finger off him and turned from his apparently hilarious conversation with Hwa-young to answer you, slightly annoyed expression on his face.

“I don’t know yn, go ask the staff members, I’m sure they’ve did the run already”

It seemed like your prediction was right, Hobi was already annoyed and you hadn’t even begun to dance yet.

Speaking of, dance practise was now running 15 minutes late because the boys were busy getting to know Hwa-young, though you stayed back from the conversation because every time you tried to interject you’d be brushed off or ignored.

What you didn’t notice was that the one youngest and one oldest member were hanging about closer to you than they usually did during dance practice.

“Here dongsaengie” Jin said passing you your cup of hot coffee.

Jin and Jungkook could definitely read you and the staff members better than the rest - in other words they could see you sulking more than usual and the new staff member turning a bit cold towards you compared to how she was buttering up the boys.

“Should we start the rehearsal now Hobi hyung?” Jungkook suggested, making Hobi check his watch with a surprised face.

“Ah yes right! Let’s just pick up from where we left off the last time”

After some stretching, you and the boys took your starting positions and the beat of ‘Dynamite’ rang across the studio. You tried to ignore the glaring look Hwa-young sent you from across the room.

The first run through went well and Hobi seemed pleased with everyone.

“What did you think Hwa-young-ssi?” he asked.

She looked somewhat taken aback but pleased at the direct question.

“It was wonderful, Jhope-ssi!” she complimented with a bow, gaining agreements from the other staff and preening from the group, “though I think yn-ssi stepped on Jungkooks foot? You better watch Jungkook-ssi, your lace is undone now”

Everyone looked at Jungkooks shoe, and of course, his lace was undone.

“Ah I’m sorry Kook! Did I step on your foot?” you rushed down to your knees to help him tie his lace again.

You swore you could here some snickers over at the far side of the wall where the staff was standing.

“Just a little bit noona/hyung… it’s okay it wasn’t sore!” Jungkook sought to reassure you before you fretted.

“It’s okay yn-ie, I’m clumsy all the time” Joon offered you a hand up from the ground with a reassuring smile.

You got up and dusted yourself off, both physically and mentally.

“I’m gonna watch the next run through” Hobi said standing in front of the group, arms folded and concentration evident on his face.

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“It wasn’t that bad baby petal” Jin tried to reassure you.

“He was mad at me too, yn-ie” Jimin tuned in.

“He’s not mad, he’s just stressed and wants to get the choreo right,” Yoongi said, sitting down at the lunch table.

The staff came up to you all with water and bowls of lunch (bibimbap from today’s menu) and sat down away from the group.

“Where is hyung anyway?” Jungkook asked.

“He’s reviewing the dance footage” Tae said with a mouthful of seaweed and rice.

“He should come eat soon… I’ll go and get him” Jin stood up.

Suddenly without his broad shoulders shielding you, you felt the eyes of hybe’s cafeteria goers and most unsettlingly, those of the group of staff you knew had been in dance practise with you all. Hwa-young, though, was missing among them.

Jin returned with Hobi in tow. The expression on his face was indecipherable but he didn’t really look up from his bibimbap bowl while he talked.

“We need to tighten up the choreo guys… I know we’ve only just finalised it but we’ve got less than a month left before the company will want to start recording us practice and start recording the music video”

“We’ll get there Hobi hyung” jimin offered hopefully.

“It’s just frustrating Jiminie, I want it all to look perfect as soon as possible, otherwise it gives me anxiety”

“You’re the best dancer here hyung” namjoon offered to the unusually downtrodden man, “it just takes some of us a bit longer”

“I know Joon, I can’t expect perfect from some of you straight away, but I usually expect my dance line to perform well”

The words hung in the air. Everyone knew by that he meant Jungkook, Jimin, Tae and you. And who had been messing up the most all morning? You had.

Sure the hyungs needed a few minutes more of individual coaching from Hobi than the rest and Namjoon in particular could be prone to tripping, but you knew by the look on his face Hobi expected more from his maknaes.

You sat with your head low, hating to disappoint any of your members. You could feel eyes on you and became overcome with the need to escape.

“Sorry oppa/hyung” you mumbled, before standing from your seat, “excuse me”

You walked to the first place you could find to be alone. The bathroom. But before you could round the corner you heard the voice you’d been hearing all afternoon. Hwa-young.

“Poor jhope-ssi, he’s so stressed about the dance… they’re the one that came in late with Jungkook and Jimin… what was their name again?”

“Yn?” the voice of another staff member offered.

“Ah yes, well they’re apparently part of bts dance line but from this morning you’d find that hard to believe” she snickered, followed by a burst of laughter.

Sometimes you hated the labels associated with being an idol. Sure you were part of rapline… that was a given since you rapped all your verses in bts’s songs. But dancing wasn’t always your strong suit. Jimin and Hobi were trained professionals before they joined the bighit label in their pre-debut days. And Jungkook was just naturally talented at things while Tae had his own flare that army ate up during a performance.

You don’t even know why you were proclaimed as part of dance line when you felt like you couldn’t live up to their expertise or talent. And hearing Hobi and the staffs words all but confirmed your doubts.

Maybe… you thought, you’d have to rethink your position in the team. This afternoon you’d been clunky and causing delays. Maybe bangtan would be better without you, you thought.

You couldn’t be noticed by the staff now so you walked to the further away bathroom to get some quiet and clear your head.

You had only been sitting in the bathroom stall for 10 minutes when a text came through.

🐰: noona/hyung… are you okay?

🦊: fine kookie, just in the bathroom

🐰: hyungs say we’re heading back into practice in 5

You gave the message a thumbs up and put you phone back in your pocket. It wasn’t too late to back out, the promos for the Dynamite comeback hadn’t happened yet. They could easily cut your lines or have someone else in rapline re-record them so they wouldn’t go to waste. For now you swallowed those thoughts down and walked back to the practice room.

Jungkook was looking at you with wide boba eyes and Jin looked concerned.

“Everything okay baby petal?”

“Yes oppa/hyung, just a stomach ache”

“Can you still dance?”

He had no idea how hard that question hit but you just painted on a smile and nodded anyway.

Yet again the rest of the boys were oblivious, gathered around Hwa-young and her quickly acquired friends, talking and giggling.

Once you announced yourself, the members got to practising over and over until early evening until Hobi was completely satisfied with the days work. Everyone left the studio with aching muscles but only one member left with a head full of self doubts.

•••

“Jhope-ssi, would you and the group like to come with us to dinner?”

“Ah that would be nice noona,” Hobi turned to the group, “you want food guys?”

Noona? After only one day of getting familiar, you thought.

Everyone nodded, even Jin and Jungkook who could never deny food, probably even from their worst enemy.

“Yn-ssi” Hwa-young addressed you, “you probably won’t want to come along with that upset stomach you talked about having earlier”

Inside you seethed. But really she was right. You didn’t want to be around anyone for any longer today and certainly not her.

“I’ll turn in for the night, see you guys later” though you had no intention of leaving your bedroom to socialise tonight or even answer the door for that matter.

“Alright, it was very nice to meet you” she gave a bow and headed for the cars.

You returned it, but only because she was your elder.

“Noona/hyung, please come with us, we’ll only worry” Jungkook pleaded.

“Really I’ll be fine Kook, go with your hyungs and have fun, it’s been a long day” you chased him.

He looked somewhat forlorn as he walked away with Jin, who turned at the last second and mouthed “you okay?” to you, to which you replied with a nod.

You certainly weren’t okay but you didn’t intend to ruin dinner after being the reason that a dance practice session had soured.

You got a separate car back to the dorms, had your single bowl of ramen (because you knew you’d face the wrath of Jin if you didn’t eat) and headed to bed.

You had a lot to think about and a lot of time to do it before they got home.

•••

A/n: leaving this one on a cliffhanger sorry! will 8th member of bangtan want to stay or will they take some convincing? 🤔 hope you enjoyed some angst (we still love all the boys in this house) but we’ll see a continuation of this storyline in the next fic… then maybe back to some lighter storylines lol 💖

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lover4bts · 2 years

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Dating jungkook would include

:recording him at the worst times

:if your older or younger than him kook will still treat you like a Nonna

:if your younger than him he likes when you call him oppa

:learning some of there dances

:thinking he was so cute before debut

:him making you go to the gym with him

:you don't have to work out he just wants you there with him

:chilling during his breaks

:going on tour with him

:stealing everything he owns

:watching the sunset

Imagine your gender and race

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gyusfavlibra · 1 year

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BED LOVE | KIM TAEHYUNG

Pairings: Kim Taehyung x gn reader!

Warnings: Language, fluff

Word Count: 1.2K

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The dull sun reflected around the boxed room. The light hitting perfectly onto the scenery through the white curtains that did the opposite of keeping it from being too bright.

Soft snores and breaths had filled the room like a home-made vinyl record. The only thing you could hear besides the sprinkling rain drops that had began moments ago. Slapping onto the glass. Which caused such a tedious vibe in the whole house.

You had just awoken, squinting your eyes at the light entering through the window just feet away. Through the thin strip of opened curtain, you could see just a glimpse of greyish clouds. The sky was a mixture of navy blue and somewhat lighter sea blue. You could tell by how the outside still had a shadow to it, the time couldn't have been any later than 6.

It shocked you to know you had awoken at all this early considering how late you went to bed the night before.

You shut your sore orbs as you held a hand over them to rub the fuzziness away. Your system began to adjust as you actually woke up once you stared at the ceiling, groaning internally to yourself that you had to even leave the bed.

Just as you were about to do so, you felt a weight on your stomach practically pulling your body back down onto the mattress.

"Hm, don't go."

You sighed at the male figure beside you. The groggy tact tone in his voice sounding the same as it did every morning. "Taehyung, I have to use the bathroom."

"Hold it."

"No-"

You removed his arm from your body and rolled off the fluffy California King bed. All the space you both had for yourselves and you still slept so close together. Such a comforting touch to your bond.

Your business didn't take long. The whole time you were so distracted by your sleepy boyfriend making groans in the next room. Not loud, but for the time of day, it was as loud as a 100 volumed television.

You washed your hands, drying them with a purple hand towel and exiting the bathroom. You looked over at Taehyung, taking note of his new position. He now laid on his back rather than his side. An arm over his eyes so an elbow was pointed in the air.

Your spot was still wide open. Ready to be filled back with your warmth once again. "Y/n, hurry up. I'm feeling lonely and empty."

"You're like a big baby," you argued while grabbing a hoodie near by. Taehyung's sweater to be specific, placing it on your body. The coolness now hitting your body when moving around.

"I'll be even more of a baby if you don't hurry the hell up and come lay with me."

You groaned. "I'm coming. I'm coming."

Turning on the heat of the house, you shuffled back to the bed. Getting the sudden urge to check the alarm next to your side of the mattress once you returned. You gained a hint of self confidence once you realized you had guessed the time correctly.

Bright green numbers flashed on the little black technology. Only reading 6:13.

You turned to face Taehyung's drowsy body. Rubbing your index finger over his lips, then his chin, and all the way to his neck. Dotting at all his moles and beauty marks you loved the most. Now, just letting your pointer sit there softly. Taehyung enjoyed the graze. Feeling a great comfort in your minor yet soothing touch.

You did every morning. Even now feeling so lucky he'll get his special treatment twice in one day since you had awoken early.

"That feels nice."

You passed a smile even though he wasn't particularly looking at you. You gave a pout at the fact and then used your finger to push his face to look at you. His eyes were still shut.

The sudden feeling of your lips touching his getting a recieve of eye contact in return.

He glanced down at your beautiful but bare face. Admiring your shiny eyes, gorgeous smile, cute rosey cheeks he loved to kiss so much. He flashed the toothy smile millions of people would kill to see on a regular basis like you did.

But Taehyung was glad people didn't. Because to him, you were too special.

So special he felt only you deserved to see his bright adorable smile every single day. At least in the type of state.

Newly awoken, tired, but lovable. You traced his pinky lips with your thumb. Taehyung taking your digit in between his teeth. You giggled softly. The laughter coming out more so at a sigh because of the raspy like tone.

"My finger," you fake pout. Taehyung kisses it in replacement.

"I'm sorry, princess."

You peck the corner of his mouth. Causing that exact corner to lift. Part of his pearly teeth peeking between his lips.

"Can I have your smile?" you asks softly.

"Only if I can have your heart."

You giggled, quietly, you were still pretty dozed. "You already own that."

"I own it?"

"You own it."

Hearing those words made his whole chest tighten with excitement. He wanted to test the waters and go further. "In twenty years from now?"

"You'd still own it-"

"I'd still fucking own it!"

He punched a weak fist into the air like he just began celebrating an world wide accomplishment. You laughed at this and huddled closer to his figure. Taehyung wasted no time tangling your legs together under the large sage comforter.

The cool sheets resting your skin.

Your boyfriend wrapped an arm around you, using his fingers to rub a line up and down your back. You relaxed at this, doing the same to his inner forearm. The touches were pleasing to each other. Enough to make to both of you get to the fast need to fall back asleep.

"I love you, Y/n."

You blushed at this sentence. No matter how times a day he said it, you couldn't help but fluster. It made you feel homey. Belonged.

In Taehyung's arm is where you belonged. Where you'll always wanna be. Now and forever.

You looked into his dark orbs, passing your own sighting back and forth from his eyes to lips. Taehyung noticed this and made the move. He placed him soft lips onto yours. Taking them away for just a second to give another. And another.

You loved the continuous center of joy and affection you always got from Taehyung. It was what made you so close and comfortable. Because you were so open.

You pecked the corner of his lips for the second time since you returned to the bed. Resting your head into his neck. His cheek laying against yours because of such close proximity.

"I love you, Taehyung."

As if the words were a spell, the couple fell back to sleep into each other's arms. Enjoying the airwaves of love that kept you together.

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seokiecoffee · 1 year

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Homecoming

Min Yoongi, your loyal subordinate and lover turned out to be a double agent for your rival mob family, leaving you angry, lonely and devastated. The traitor however mysteriously requests a meeting with you two months after his disappearance. What could he want now, knowing he'd be risking his life stepping foot in your territory?

Pairing: Yoongi x Gender Neutral Reader Genre: Smut 🔞 Mafia AU Tags: Mild angst and pining, Love Confessions, Light Dom/Sub, Dom!Min Yoongi, Spit as lube, Choking, Light Asphyxiation -- all consensual! Total word Count: 8,9k words

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Read under the cut ⬎

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People shuffled around the spacious, luxurious lounge of your syndicate's Headquarters, nervous and frantic as they prepared for Min Yoongi's arrival. The lights were dim and the decor was exquisite. Deep red velvet couches with intricate wood trimmings, gold candlesticks and chandeliers, crystal wine glasses and decanters on delicate glass tables.

"Just got word from the lobby," Namjoon spoke, smooth and unbothered close to your ear and away from the hysterics of your staff. His warm breath fanned over your sensitive skin, tickling it. "He just arrived. Should be up here soon."

Always so calm and collected on the surface, careful and prepared for anything, but you could tell from the steely expression in his eyes that he was worried.

"Thank you, Joonie," you replied with a tense smile, eyes laser focused on the door. You couldn't help but feel the same. You needed to keep appearances, but the anxious fluttering in your gut was far from the aloof and sardonic attitude you kept on display.

Beside you, you heard the smooth glide and snap of metal. Magazines clanked against each other in Hoseok's hands as he discharged a used cartridge, letting it fall to the floor haphazardly before slotting a fresh one in. You didn't need to glance over to know the look of absolute loathing on his face. He prepared himself for the worst, for a battle he never thought he'd have to fight in, a battle you hoped would never come.

"You sure you don't want a vest, Boss?” Oh, he was furious. His words were spoken idly but the quiet rage bubbling just beneath the surface was chilling.

You shook your head.

"That's not his style, you know that."

Yoongi was very reactive, almost manic in the effortless way he took down his enemies. But he wasn't crass. He held the principles of the martial arts he mastered close to his heart, a craft he developed outside of the underworld, much unlike the rest of you. That was why Yoongi was so mesmerising in the way he slaughtered your opposition with the fine blade of his katana, moving like wind between the bodies in his way, so precise and so dangerously beautiful.

He'd wipe the blood dripping off his sword on the sleeve of his suit as if it were the sleeve of a kimono before sheathing the sword once more, and he'd kneel before you. The crimson, lifeless bodies behind him like a present for you. All that danger in one person, packaged and offered on a silver platter.

All those promises of fealty, of devotion and sacrifice. All those nights where you let yourself unwind loose under his palms despite your status and his danger. And all those sorrowful mornings where you'd pretend to have a duty and closed yourself up once more.

You thought you knew him where it mattered. You thought you had him in some capacity. But was it really all a farce?

Your stomach churned unpleasantly.

"I don't wanna risk it," Hoseok insisted, draping a bulletproof vest over the couch's armrest in a silent offer.

But what was the point? Yoongi never used guns.

... Right?

You finally looked up at Hoseok and the words got stuck in your throat.

His eyes were the darkest you'd ever seen coming from him. Eyebrows set low, eyes sharp and intense as though the whole world rested upon his shoulders.

"Maybe everything we thought we knew about him was wrong, including how he fights. It's not that far fetched after the shit he pulled," he said, his rage and regret seeping through his words. "He's not who we thought he was."

His mind had gone down the same path as yours, it seemed.

An unsettling feeling creeped up your spine and tingled your extremities uncomfortably. You didn't want it to be true.

Hoseok occupied himself with his guns once more, checking again that everything was set and ready, then twice over before moving onto his second assault rifle and repeating the same for good measure. The knot between his eyebrows, as did his sneer, couldn't hide the obvious devastating sadness he felt. You knew him too well, knew the soft spot he had for Yoongi, as did Namjoon. You felt less alone knowing they too were suffering from his betrayal.

You wanted to tell Hoseok you could see how he felt, wanted to watch the surprise blossom on his face as a blush would spread across his full cheeks. You looked at Namjoon to your right, and wished to do the same and watch his sorrow slowly reveal itself completely to you. But you couldn't. You three needed to stay focused.

The sound of knocking suddenly made itself known, and your blood ran cold.

One of your subordinates looked at you, frightened and apprehensive as she stood beside the large, white double doors, hands hovering awkwardly in her reluctance to let the dangerous traitor in.

You nodded curtly at her, and she obeyed with fear brimming his eyes.

She slowly approached the doors, placed her hands on the handles, took a deep breath, and opened.

On the other side stood Min Yoongi, overgrown dark hair tied away from his face in a bun as the rest of his locks curled around his pale neck. He wore black cargo pants and boots with a comfortable looking deep wine coloured suede jacket. He sported the confidence of a man who didn't fear death, as he often did, but there was something in his eyes that shimmered with excitement, and that terrified you.

He immediately walked in unprompted, carrying an odd, dark rucksack slung over his shoulder as he surveyed the area curiously. He looked between Hoseok and Namjoon individually, nodding in a greeting they did not reciprocate, and then finally, he looked at you.

Clinking metal echoed throughout the lounge as Hoseok raised his weapon and pointed it squarely at Yoongi.

"Don't walk any further," Hoseok warned.

Yoongi smirked at Hoseok playfully, though a threat of aggression teased the corners of his narrowing eyes.

"What's with the rucksack?" Namjoon interjected.

Yoongi looked back at Namjoon with a challenging gaze before moving on and facing you.

To you, he looked differently and visibly so, toning the cheeky attitude down to a low simmer despite his confidence filling up the room.

"I'll show you if your lackeys leave the room," he said simply.

"What kinda joke is this?"

"You have no right to make demands."

Hoseok and Namjoon both contested at the same time, and the rest of your subordinates quickly began exchanging concerned whispers to one another.

You considered it for a moment. Sure, you could send everyone out, save for Hoseok and Namjoon. Worst that could happen would be that a gun was hidden in that bag, but Hoseok would get to him fast enough. You could also send everyone out and face him alone. It wasn't safe, but you entertained the idea that perhaps he, too, thought you had unfinished business. The betrayal hurt you deeply, but it was too dangerous to yearn for one last taste of the deadly man Min Yoongi was.

The lounge was filled with increasingly loud murmuring as the worried entourage shared what you could only imagine were conspiring words against that man who could end their lives so effortlessly, were it his will.

You lifted a hand up – it shut them up in one fell swoop.

"Everybody leave me with the traitor," you announced, a laid back smile gracing your lips to match his confident grin. You didn't break eye contact with him, you couldn't, and he tilted his head to the side, observing you in turn. Your heart fluttered at his gestures, the edge in his expressions, so fucking dangerous and equally delicious, and you couldn’t help but desire that same danger to come suffocatingly closer until it consumed you. His lips curled as his tongue peeked out to lick them absentmindedly. Those analytical eyes pierced you in a way that reminded you of the nights you spent alone, though the tension you felt at that moment was a far cry from the comfort you’d once felt with him.

You heard Namjoon shift on your right, snapping you out of your thoughts. You brought your hand up again, eyes never leaving Yoongi’s, and waved it vaguely for them to stop.

"Not you two."

They shared a moment of stunned silence as the last of your people left.

And with the doors finally closed and the room clear, you breathed in relief.

"You don't expect me to hand myself over to the enemy, do you? I know I ask you to have some faith in me, but even I can't outrun bullets." You muttered to your right hand men, chin held up proudly as you carefully watched Yoongi’s fists clench around the rucksack. He could be nervous despite his demeanour, you considered. But Yoongi only showed the opposite, raising his eyebrows as he chuckled and grinning widely with amusement.

"Since when do I use guns?”

"I'll answer your question with one of my own, traitor." You sat forward, forearms coming to rest on your knees. "Do we even know you, Min Yoongi?” You scoffed. "Is that even your name?”

Something soured in his expression, something in the way his mouth tensed for a moment, or the way his eyes narrowed just a fraction.

"Well," he recomposed himself, shifting the rucksack off his shoulder so it hung low on his side. "I'm sure you'll be quite pleased with what I bring you today, regardless of the hatred or distrust you hold toward me."

I don't hate you, you wanted to say. But you're making it really hard to stop myself from going down that road.

You glared up at him through your lashes, not containing your distaste for the man. But being in that situation hurt, having to play that role hurt. You didn’t want to show face, didn’t want to bear the responsibilities that rest upon you and simply wanted to mourn a betrayal. But still, you frowned.

He watched you for a moment, no doubt assessing his odds and possible outcomes. His gaze shifted quickly between Hoseok and Namjoon one last time before setting his eyes on you with finality.

And then he gave you a look that made your lungs seize up as your breath caught in your throat.

Min Yoongi’s eyes shifted and held a level of determination and power you’d never seen before. There was anger, searing focus, and… Sadness? Vulnerability? And yet he looked powerful, like he was in complete control of the room, and that you’d soon understand why that was.

Time slowed down as Yoongi thrust the rucksack in your direction. A muted, but hard thud hit the ground before something started rolling out of the bag from the momentum. You were still focused on him, locked in his eyes as they grew sharper by the second. But curiosity got the best of you. You slowly looked down as the object rolled toward your feet and felt yourself go blank as shock washed over and paralysed you.

There was no way.

There was absolutely no fucking way.

You stared down at the bloody, decapitated head of a middle aged man. One who very few knew, one whom you'd had the displeasure of meeting on the rare occasion. That man had personally sent you a memo informing you that your "favourite lapdog", as he's called him, had played you for a fool. That he'd been deceiving you the entire time.

That man whose head rolled before your feet belonged to your crime family's rival leader, the man whom you'd dedicated the better part of your life to dethrone.

And now there he was. Effectively dethroned by the man who had supposedly betrayed you.

The man you... The man you feared to love, but did so regardless.

And that man stood before you with a look of absolute delight as he took in your stunned response. He looked so smug, and yet so relieved as your wide eyes shifted between his own and the head on the ground. His tongue traced the inside of his cheek and poked between his teeth, eyes smiling and so satisfied with a job well done.

"Hoseok, Namjoon," you spoke up, voice calm despite the heavy beating of your heart. "I'd like to have a word alone with Yoongi, if that's quite alright."

You didn't look away from him as they obeyed, gathering their things and walking toward the door. Once it clicked behind their backs you licked your lips nervously, hands trembling ever so slightly, and you focused once more on mending your cracked façade.

"You worked for him when you joined us?” You questioned as you slowly leaned back on the couch and crossed your arms and legs. Your voice was steely, despite a wisp of vulnerability bleeding through.

And Yoongi wasn't an idiot. He could hear it well enough.

"Yes," he replied with that fucking smug smile, like nothing could bring him down. "I hated his guts though."

"Elaborate."

"You know why."

You squinted at him.

So he didn't actually lie about himself and his past while he worked under you?

"What else did you lie about?"

"Very little. Little lies around the truth of how I got here to avoid mentioning my allegiance to that bastard."

You scoffed.

"And I’m supposed to believe everything else you told me was the truth." You pressed sarcastically, growing distressed at the shred of hope that opened up once more.

"If you want to." He replied candidly. Then, softly, "I hope you do."

You stilled, heart hammering against your chest.

"What made you betray him, when you had me- had all of us here in the palm of your hand?"

And God, if the way his gaze intensified wasn't answer enough. But still, he took one step further, then two, then three.

"Everything you guys do here, the way you run things… People like him don't care about street rats like us. All they care about is farming money trees off the backs of the people struggling the most in our neighbourhoods."

He pointed at you with a giddy, yet sharp smile that spoke of pride and belonging.

"But you- You're like me. Seok is like me. Joon is like me. You know what it's like to struggle with nothing to your name and you never forget your roots. I joined those fuckers so I could survive, but with you… With you it felt like I could actually live."

"Yoongi," you breathed, winded.

"Every mission you had me do, every target you chose for me to execute, every meeting we ever had. All your goals and the way you go about things... You never put people like us recklessly on the line."

The heavy hammering in your chest had turned into a fluttering heartbeat, the knots in your stomach, butterflies.

You couldn't help but allow your visage to relax, the sadness you couldn't allow an enemy to see finally on full display. A soft, dazed smile graced your lips and Yoongi matched you, confidence turning into fondness.

"You don't have to want me back, but I hope you understand how I chose to do what I did. I couldn't risk anyone suspecting my loyalty on their side."

You nodded curtly, unsure of what to even say. It was a monumental thing, overwhelming and so surprising you found yourself not knowing what to do. You looked at Yoongi, who stood a few steps away from you and you fully accepted just how much you wanted him.

The way he gazed at you so intensely through those intense, cat-like eyes of his, and his cocky, shit-eating grin despite the raw honesty he shared kept your heart going impossibly fast, made your breath get caught in your chest and the yearning for him at an all time high.

You didn’t want him, you needed him.

And he wasn't a traitor, a liar.

No, he was yours.

You stood up slowly and walked closer, step by step. It was as simple as that. You grabbed him by the jacket, fingertips tickled by the soft suede, and you pulled him down to you.

He eagerly devoured your mouth and God, you could almost feel his smile through the kiss. His hands snaked around you and brought you impossibly close as he tasted every bit of you eagerly. Lips and tongue caressed where teeth grazed and bit hungrily. And he tasted so fucking good, like he'd never left.

You could already feel your arousal creeping in, electricity palpable in the air as a low simmer grew between your legs. He was just as affected as you though, his growing erection poking against your lower stomach and lighting a fire within you. You pressed your lower body closer and sighed at the feeling of his need pressing against you. I did that, you thought proudly. He wants me that badly.

He hummed as he kissed over your jaw, then raked his teeth over your pulse, and you trembled, latching onto him with an arm around his neck and the other around his shoulder. He soothed the skin with his tongue before leaving a wet kiss and biting it once over. You whimpered shamefully at the tingling feeling, at the way it made you throb further with need, and he chuckled.

"My pretty boss,” he traced your hairline with his fingers, tucking a stray hair behind your ear and kissing the shell gently. “So sensitive as always." One of his hands reached lower and gripped your waist hard. "Did you miss me?"

You nodded into his shoulder, bashful and uncharacteristically vulnerable. He seemed to have noticed, and laughed in response as he nosed down your neck again.

"Two months is a long time," he mused, kissing down to your collarbones and tasting your skin further. "Must have been so lonely..."

You groaned in response, hoping it would convey the truth without you actually saying it, too embarrassed to admit it.

"Did one of your lackeys take up my job while I was away?” A hand came up to cradle your jaw, fingers hot against your neck and making you lose your senses. "Or did you take care of yourself and thought of me?”

Fuck.

You nodded.

He chuckled, a smug little smile as he licked his lips.

"How naughty, thinking about this horrible traitor fucking you raw." His fingers wrapped around your neck, as the other rested on your lower back, and he squeezed just a bit around your windpipe, almost playfully. "Bet it only made it better, the idea that I could kill you mid-act."

You closed your eyes and tilted your head down in shame, but ultimately, you nodded.

Yoongi laughed again, airy and carefree, tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he thumbed your cheek.

"It's okay," he whispered gently, before tilting your head back and kissing you once again. “I can fuck you like you imagined me to, if that’s what you want,” he suggested, making you whimper. “I can have my hand around your throat and threaten you like that. Or would you rather one of my knives?”

“Stop,” you sobbed as your hands desperately grabbed tighter around his jacket. He laughed cruelly, though his eyes smiled fondly.

He kissed you once more and slowly backed you into the sofa. He lay you down and draped himself on top of you, hand running up and down your side and groping along your thighs greedily. Your hips bucked into him unconsciously, but he used the momentum to rut down into your own arousal. You moaned into his mouth at the friction, feeling both the relief of some pressure and the frustrating build-up of pleasure. Your arms brought him closer to you, hugging him, caressing his face and carding your hands through the waves around his neck. Your need ran deep after so many agonising weeks apart, but he was glad to give you your fill.

A part of you was afraid he'd disappear, that you'd dreamt the whole thing and would wake up high and dry in pale silk bed sheets. Your fingers dug into his clothes, into his scalp and made him grunt as he licked into your mouth possessively and let his hands take what he wanted from you. You never wanted him to slip from between your fingers ever again, but if he kept touching you that way, you knew you had nothing to worry about.

And above you, he bit down on your lip, sucked it hard and made you groan. It stung so good, made you buck your hips up to his again, and he ground down onto you without shame. He was so hard, almost completely at that point. His pants were tight but it rubbed against your groin so deliciously and you lifted your thigh to wrap around his waist for better access. You sighed from the relief, and Yoongi’s hand reached up your propped up thigh to finally squeeze your ass through your slacks.

You were aching for him and needed him so badly.

"Please," you whispered between kisses, thighs quivering, wrapped around his narrow, but solid middle. “More, I need to feel more of you.”

Yoongi pulled away, breathless, and looked into your eyes so intensely you felt like you could faint.

It was that look he gave you when he entered the room, a look that screamed he was ready for battle, that you were his prey, that he'd eat you up and own you forever. He would only give you that look every now and then, something fleeting and private in your bedroom or office, but on that day it felt as if he'd done several times since walking into the room, making your heart go rampant at every second. And it didn't seem like he'd stop anytime soon.

"I'm never letting you go," he growled. "Never again." You exhaled shakily, arousal making it hard to formulate any thought beyond take me. Yoongi seemed to have understood though, because he smirked proudly, with excitement bursting at the seams.

"Yoon," you whispered, feeling completely breathless.

His hands began roaming your body possessively, down your chest and around your waist. He reached down to bite and suck on your neck once or twice before leaning back and observing your fucked-out expression with that hungry grin of his. Those hands grabbed your ass repeatedly, then lowered to your thighs, feeling your soft flesh greedily until they came close to your groin. He stopped right before touching where you wanted him most, right where it throbbed.

He simply looked at you for a few moments, savouring it as if it were a well earned prize.

It was embarrassing. You were completely riled up, face heated and so, so aroused it was laughable. And all he did was watch you contently.

"I should have you executed for stringing me along without touching me," you spat with as much fervour as you could, but it sounded small and desperate instead.

So he laughed. Of course he fucking laughed.

He leaned halfway down, a few stray locks of hair curling around his face. The gentleness of his smile took you by surprise.

"I must be the only man in this country who doesn't fear a threat coming from these lips," he breathed before kissing you gently. But not before sliding his hand up and rubbing firm circles over your slacks.

"Ah!" You gasped, cutting the sweet kiss short.

"Is this good?" The bastard asked rhetorically.

"Fuck you," you grit out before groaning at the way he pressed down harder. "Fuck!"

"You're so cold and tough out there, but the moment I touch you, you fall apart," he mused as he pressed open mouthed kisses down your bruised neck and over your collarbones, taking his time winding you up. "You often say you don't care what they think about the sounds you make when I fuck you, but I think you do." He bit down just beneath your jaw, making you hiss before his tongue traced over the mark apologetically. "I think you want them to see you getting fucked. I think you feel powerful letting everyone know you have the world in the palm of your hands and choose to have your lackeys fuck you while you lay here and enjoy it."

You trembled under his palms, whimpered and sighed as he worked you expertly over your slacks. His practised touch combined with his deep, rumbling taunts were driving you up the wall with tears beading at the corners of your eyes.

It was true, in a sense. You enjoyed power, the rush, the perks, and its responsibilities. But Yoongi had it wrong. As hot as it would be to have people see how good Yoongi was to you, you wanted to keep it close to your heart, between the two of you. Because to you, he wasn't your subordinate, someone to please you as you desired and go back to work once he fucked your frustrations out. He was so much more than that.

He unbuttoned your black shirt and slid it off your shoulders. Then he traced your skin with his large palms and kissed down your abdomen, and you thought finally. He kissed your lower belly and unbuttoned your trousers, took off your boots and hovered over your sex with a heated gaze. He looked up at you through his lashes, hungry and dark, before mouthing over your arousal through your underwear. You shook under his mouth, the feeling so warm and lovely and surprisingly gentle. Your hands went into his hair, and it became more and more dishevelled as your passion progressed.

He pressed and dragged his tongue over you and you squirmed, whining in frustration as he kept riling you up with no release. He, too, moaned as he pressed an open mouthed kiss right at the top, sending vibrations into your sensitive skin and making you moan as well.

“Yoongi,” you pleaded, “please just fuck me.”

“Just like that?” He scoffed, working his way back up your body. “We’ve barely started.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want it either.”

“I never said I didn’t,” he grinned, kissing up your chest, shoulders and neck.

“Then get on with it, Yoon,” you whined.

He shook his head, feigning annoyance, and pressed one last kiss to your lips before taking off his jacket and shirt. His chest, much like the rest of him, was both pretty and mouth watering. Gentle curves and strong muscles mingled together into a soft, yet powerful body. You’d spent many nights that past year tracing patterns on the subtle lines of his abdomen and chest, skin so smooth down to his pelvis. Now, hovering over you and undoing his belt, you licked your lips at the anticipation of seeing said skin completely bare once again.

He smirked, observing the way your tongue traced your lips with a satisfied grin of his own. He looked down at you, his wide hands grasping his belt and undoing it. There was something so erotic about the action and you couldn't help but watch in a trance. He knew what he was doing, knew how it riled you up. He slowed down his movements to a leisurely pace, sliding the belt off his jeans and dropping it on the floor. As he unbuttoned and unzipped, you flitted your gaze back up at him, finding him already looking at you. His smile widening just a fraction.

Yoongi held onto your hips and slowly peeled your underwear off. It felt like a relief, body finally free to breathe. But he didn’t stop, his thumb reaching down to drag over your sensitive, wet skin. You shivered and a broken whine escaped your lips.

“So pretty,” he mused, finally lowering his jeans down his hips. “Missed having you.”

He lowered his underwear next and took his cock out. He stroked himself to full hardness as he watched you and your legs curled around his waist to bring him closer.

“Do something about it, then.”

Yoongi scoffed. He brought his other hand to his mouth and gathered a healthy amount of spit onto his fingers. Then, he lewdly brought them between your legs and stroked your entrance. You jumped at the contact, but melted soon into the touch. The pads of his fingers drew circles, teasing as they almost dipped inside. You squirmed and groaned and clenched around nothing, those nice fingers so close and yet so far.

“Can you still take two at once?” He asked teasingly, fingers digging further just a fraction. It was infuriating.

You nodded.

“Come on, just do it, please,” you moaned.

“Hmm,” he considered, giving you a once over. “Well, you asked for it.”

Suddenly, he thrust two of his fingers all the way in. You gasped in surprise, then moaned long and loud at the overwhelming feeling. It was good, so good. The stretch was unexpected and came too suddenly, but the light burning sensation was satisfying, like an itch had been scratched. His fingers, thick and slick, moved experimentally to gauge your comfort.

“You really took good care of yourself while I was away.”

He slowly inserted a third, your breath hitching at the way he pushed your body closer to its limits. His fingers were thicker than yours. The three of them were already thicker than his cock and far wider than three fingers of your own. Still, he pressed on, stretching your hole and watching attentively between it and your expressions. His movements were a lot slower, more patient, clearly careful for it to be more pleasurable than straining. Below, you could see his dick beading with precum at the tip, hanging heavy between his legs and abandoned in favour of kneading your inner thigh. The gesture felt lovely in contrast with the intensity of being filled to the brim and stretched beyond your usual limits. You kept holding in your breath, then breathing out in strained whines.

“So good,” he praised, his baritone voice almost purring the words. “I think you’re more than ready for me, don’t you think?”

You moaned as his fingers went deeper in you one last time. Then, he smiled mischievously as he bottomed out and pressed against your hole. This knuckles and hand dug into your skin, sensitive and swollen from arousal, and it made you shiver.

He looked down on you like you were his plaything, so proud of owning and taking you apart, and yet the glee and warmth in his eyes spoke volumes of how he missed you, and it made your heart flutter in your chest.

“Y-Yoon,” you whined desperately. “Please…”

Yoongi bit his lip and nodded, watching the way his fingers retracted from your body attentively and appreciating the way they shone from slick. Finally, he took himself in hand once more, stroked his cock and sighed.

“God,” he groaned, hand still stroking your soft thigh up and down. “Let me use your mouth. To prepare.”

You licked your lips. Then wordlessly opened it, tongue poking out.

“Fuck.” He climbed over you until his crotch was levelled with your face. He guided his cock to your lips, rubbed the tip over your tongue, and slowly thrust in.

Yoongi’s dick glided slowly down your throat and you did your best to accommodate him. You relaxed and tried to widen your throat so you wouldn’t gag and felt the weight of him on your tongue, sliding easily farther down. Above you, Yoongi’s breath was growing laboured. He put his weight on the arm rest behind you, as well as the back of the couch, and rolled his hips carefully out, then in again, deeper.

You let your mouth be used, not focused on stimulating or sucking him so that all the spit lathered around him could be used to slick his way into you easily. And it did not take long for that to happen. Soon, his dick was sliding in and out, wet sounds making their way to your ears as saliva slushed back and forth in rhythm with his movements. You moaned around him, reaching down to yourself for some relief. The feeling of your fingers gently stroking your sensitive, swollen flesh, together with the feeling of Yoongi’s cock rubbing against your tongue and lips… It was heavenly.

Finally, he pulled out, dick dripping and flushed red from the stimulation.

“Fucking perfect,” he grunted as he crawled back to where he once was between your legs. “Your mouth always feels so fucking good, so fucking perfect.” He rambled, leaning down and finally kissing you again. You wrapped your arms around his neck, meeting his tongue with yours. Meanwhile, he lined up his cock with your entrance and rubbed circles with the tip against it.

“Ready?” He looked dishevelled. His bun was a mess, stray locks fell around his face, one or two falling over his forehead and fanning over his eyes. Said eyes were dark with lust, lidded low and hungry, ready to eat you whole and consume you and it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Y-yes,” you responded, feeling smaller, but wanted and desired. “God, please Yoongi, I missed you so much.”

He smirked a cheeky smile, looking so very proud of himself once again. With one last nod, he plunged in.

It slid in easily after all that prep, filling you up little by little. His dick felt even bigger once inside, gliding against every inch of your sensitive flesh and drawing choked moans from your lips.

“That feel good?” He asked, fingers dragging down your stomach and onto your heated flesh, stroking you in time with his movements to make it all feel better. His gaze was hazy, but concentrated on rolling his hips gently as both of you got used to the sensation.

You nodded helplessly, hands uselessly attempting to grasp the couch beneath you. You needed to hold onto something and came out empty, whining as he filled up your tight heat and grew more and more comfortable with every thrust. With his spare hand he bent your thigh over your stomach, using that angle to reach deeper within you. You sighed, mind going fuzzy at the edges from pleasure.

“Tell me,” he grunted. “Tell me what you did while I was away. How you felt.”

His pace was unrushed but no longer the slow, tentative movements of someone worried of hurting you. His hips moved smoothly, simply enjoying the way your bodies connected so close.

You struggled to speak without your voice breaking, moans seeping through every few words, but he wordlessly commanded your response, cat eyes locked with your own.

“I thought about you every day,” you confessed. “I thought of you c-coming back unannounced and fucking me. Sometimes you- you hated me, and wanted to hurt me. Sometimes you were sad and- Aah, wanted to- to love me…”

His pace hastened, clenching his jaw and tightening his grip on your thigh.

“What else, baby,” he asked, voice gravelly and strained.

You threw your head back, eyes flitting closed. He felt so good inside of you after months apart, so good holding you, fucking you.

“I thought about you hating me the most,” you sobbed. “I-It was easier to accept that you wanted me dead. It hurt too much to p-pretend you cared about me and then feel alone and cold afterwards.”

He let go of your leg and leaned down, arm beside your head supporting his weight as he kissed you.

“I care,” he muttered, eyes glimmering sadly as his voice revealed how vulnerable he felt.

“Aah- me too.” He locked his lips with yours again. “I never wanted you to hate me.”

“I’m sorry.” He kissed you again, pet your hair and gazed into your eyes gently. By then his pace had practically stopped, movements gentle, the focus solely on you. “What else happened while I was gone.”

Your heart beat nervously. You worried your lip and looked away.

“I cried,” you confessed. His hips stuttered, an expression of concern etched in his face.

“Y-you…”

You closed your eyes. It was too embarrassing.

You were a crime lord for crying out loud, your presence scared even the most dangerous of criminals. But that man, the man who left you gutted and betrayed, who returned with utmost devotion, who fucked you so good and held you as long as you needed, that man made you cry.

He nosed down your neck, quiet. His lips pressed open mouthed kisses, tongue peeking through to taste your skin. He bit it gently, sucked and licked the salt on it. You trembled beneath him.

“It’s okay,” you consoled, growing impatient as you rolled your hips. “What matters is that you’re here now.” He came up to look into your eyes and you held his head at the base of his neck, running through his long, silky hair. You mustered what little strength you had left and huffed. “Now get on with it. Fuck your boss like you fucking mean it, Min Yoongi.”

At that he grinned like a maniac, something sadistic peaking through his gaze.

“That right?”

“If you don’t do it I’ll find someone else to do so,” you threatened. He scoffed.

“Well, what my lovely boss wants is what my lovely boss gets.” He sat back, keeping one hand on your shoulder for support. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion.

He immediately began fucking you hard and fast. You gasped in shock at the assault, his pace ruthless. Your insides burned so good while his body slammed against yours repeatedly. His hand on your shoulder kept you in place, preventing you from riding up the couch and making the impact of each and every thrust even harder than before.

In a daze you looked at him, all of him, and realised how with the exception of his shirt he was still clothed. His jeans pooled at his knees, under your legs, and the sight was unexpectedly arousing.

You were completely naked, unravelled like putty in his hands. If anyone were to walk in, there was no way of preserving your dignity, much less with your legs spread lewdly around your traitorous subordinate’s waist.

He smiled confidently, like he knew the effect he had on you. You looked away from him, his gaze so overpowering when he had you at your mercy. But he grabbed you by the jaw and turned your head to face him once more, and saw him lick his lips in anticipation.

You were already dangerously close to your orgasm, pressure building behind your arousal and threatening to burst. If he was close as well he didn’t show it, as energy and determination seeped through his every movement.

“Don’t look away from me.” You felt his fingers slide down your jaw slowly until they sat loosely around your neck. You whimpered at the feeling, feeling completely and utterly owned by him. “There, that’s it.”

You kept your head in place, not daring to move an inch as he kept fucking you, body shivering in response to the stimulation. His hands were wide enough to cover your neck, long enough to have a secure grip around it. But he didn’t squeeze, and you watched his mischievous expression, waiting for him to do it.

“You want it?” He asked. “Want me to choke you?”

You nodded, feeling pathetic and weak. But that was the best part, giving yourself away to someone, giving away power and the stress that came with it. And Yoongi loved doing that for you.

“You know the drill, tap three times if you need a break,” he said softly, and it felt so routine, like nothing had ever changed between you two.

You nodded again, and felt him slow down his movements for a moment.

His hand squeezed around your neck slowly, getting a feel for your body and being mindful of your reactions. It was lovely. The pressure made you buck your hips into Yoongi, arousal spiking, and the further he squeezed, the more it hurt. His palm pressed down on your windpipe and restricted your air flow just enough to make you squirm. Once his grip was just right, he began thrusting into you again. Slow and long at first, feeling the way you clenched around him desperately.

You saw the way his jaw moved from side to side as he gathered saliva, before spitting on his fingers and lathering his cock in fresh slick. It was so crass, so filthy, but it only aroused you more.

You brought a hand between your legs and stroked yourself as he hastened his pace and fucked you fast and short once more. It was all so much you almost felt numb. His cock, his chokehold, your hand, all so, so much at once. Your face felt hot from the pressure on your neck and a feeling of helplessness washed over you. You could barely move your head, breathing restricted enough to have you panting and lightheaded, and the grip he had on you was painful in that delicious way that had your toes curling.

A wounded sound escaped your lips and something like affection bloomed in his face.

“So cute,” he murmured, expression growing strained as he no doubt drew closer to his climax. “You’re always so helpless beneath me. You talk and taunt and boss us around but the moment I take you by the neck you get so pitiful.” He gave you a quick once-over, like to make a point. “Just like this.”

You felt electricity run down your spine, hips stuttering against Yoongi’s body.

“Please,” you moaned.

He choked you harder.

You could have sworn every nerve became twice as sensitive then.

“What would everybody else say, seeing how easy you are?” He started panting, voice gravelly and dark. His hand snaked up your stomach and rubbed over your chest, flicking your nipple and making you jump. “I could snuff out your life right now, you know that? I’d just have to tighten my grip a little harder.”

That’s what he did. He tightened his hold just a fraction, and you let yourself go. You let your eyes close shut, your breath feather-light as you felt every sensation heightened. You could feel Yoongi’s fingers digging into the sensitive, bruised flesh of your neck, could feel his gentle pinching of our nipple, your own hand stroking yourself fast, but softly. And his cock, thick and long sliding in and out of you with so much ease. It reached every nook and cranny of your body, setting your nerves alight and completely overwhelming you.

Your climax made your body shake and quiver, and Yoongi let go of your neck immediately. You took in a deep breath and moaned long and drawn out as shockwaves of pleasure racked your body, making Yoongi cum as a consequence. You were squeezing so tightly around him, it was only inevitable.

He grunted as he pulled out, fisted his cock and spilled all over your stomach. Ropes of his cum painted your skin with every movement of his hand and you whimpered, eyes gazing into his as you rode your high. He took pity on you and stuffed your fluttering hole with two of his fingers, curling them up and making you see stars.

“Yeah, that’s it. Keep going,” he said.

Your breathing was laboured, mind dazed and clouded as he kept pushing you to your limits. Even as your climax slowed and stopped he kept pressing, watching you twitch and sigh for a while longer with eyes filled with just as much lust and wonder as yours.

“My pretty baby.” He pulled out his fingers, reaching behind to grab his t-shirt and wipe his hands from both of your fluids. “You did so well. God, I missed you so fucking much.”

“Yoongi…”

He leaned down and kissed you, gentle but passionate. He cradled your cheek and brushed your cheek with his thumb reverently, and you felt your heart swell, as though it were healing with every touch he placed on your skin.

When he parted, you just took in the sight of one another, his expression so peaceful and yet conflicted. After such troubling weeks, you couldn’t help but feel the same.

“It’s so good to have you back,” you murmured. He chuckled nervously, sitting back up and looking down at the tshirt in his hands. He fiddled with it, then began wiping your stomach with it.

“It feels surreal to be back.” He was quiet for a moment. “I was prepared to die.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. With so many possible outcomes, both from his side and yours, it truly was a dangerous and unpredictable plan he hatched.

“And you succeeded, did you not?”

He looked up at you once more, movements stilled. He cracked a small grin, then laughed softly to himself.

“Yeah, you could say I did.”

He did his best with what little he had, and once you were somewhat clean, he threw his shirt to the ground and helped you put your clothes back on. Your body felt heavy, movements sluggish as you tried to button up your shirt and squirm back into your slacks. Yoongi’s hands were everywhere to support you, warm and steady like the rock you needed. Once dressed he placed his jacket over your shoulders and took you in his arms.

Even though you had the luxury of time, you didn’t have the comfort of a private room, with a comfortable bed and sheets. Yoongi put in the effort though, always diligent for your comfort. He leaned back on the couch and brought you in with him, laying you on his chest. He kissed your temple, your cheek, your jaw, arms protectively around you. You felt lulled and secure, the rush of adrenaline from your activities slowly melting away.

“What happens now?” Yoongi’s voice rumbled against your back, reminiscent of a cat purring.

“There’s a closet in the back of the lounge with spare clothes,” you said. “I’m sure we have t-shirts somewhere in there.”

Yoongi laughed.

“Thanks, but I meant in general.”

“Oh.” You laughed, too.

As the fuzziness in your mind cleared, you contemplated his words, the events that passed and what it meant for your family. For your organisation. For your life.

It was rather simple, no?

“We continue what we’ve always done.” You turned around, feeling the strength return to your limbs. You looked down at him with the stern, but proud eyes of a leader. “Like you’ve never left.”

Yoongi smiled back, relief twinkling in his eyes. He got so bashful in these moments, when you both peeled back the masks you wore and talked earnestly. It was a rare occurrence, even scarce after you became not-so-casual lovers.

Truthfully, you’d never put a label on what you were. And after his disappearance and supposed betrayal, you were ready to believe it was all a series of flings with no strings attached, that you fucked up in getting too close and had to rebuild your walls stronger than before.

Now though, as you kissed Yoongi one last time before getting back to business, you felt hope.

You sent him off to open up the doors and let your people back in. You watched a pink cheeked Namjoon grumble under his breath as he entered first. Hoseok followed suit, his cheeky grin a far cry from his previous demeanour as he looked between you and Yoongi and pretended like he hadn’t heard a thing. The rest slowly filled the room, giving Yoongi weird looks as they gathered before you, waiting for you to make a statement. You, too, got odd looks from the crowd. Their eyes flitted between you and your bruised neck, and down to the rucksack beside you on the couch.

You had placed the severed head back inside, wanting the reveal to have an impact on your people, and for them to understand how vital Yoongi was to their team, despite his actions.

“Had fun, Boss?” Hoseok commented.

“Hoseok.” Namjoon warned.

“What? ‘S just a regular ol’ question.”

“Shut up,” you blushed despite your stoic expression. “The both of you.”

Once everyone was back in, Yoongi closed the doors and walked back to you. His footsteps echoed throughout the lounge as he calmly took his place beside you, standing proudly as you crossed your legs and leaned back.

You could see it in your people’s eyes. The way they looked between you two in concern. The way they kept looking at your hickeys and his dishevelled hair, tied back up in a hurry. They didn’t understand and were worried. Treachery wasn’t ever paid back with anything short of bloody in that world, after all.

“I once told every single one of you in this room that as long as you’re under my care you will be rewarded for both your efforts and results,” you began. “And every single one of you has tasted the benefits of your hard work, have you not?” Some nodded nervously. “Well, Min Yoongi stepped foot in this building today with a surprising gift. A gift I have never been able to offer to any of you.” You looked up to Yoongi and ordered softly. “Show them what you gave me.”

He looked positively dangerous. Like the cat who got the cream, he smirked down at you and picked up the rucksack. Then, turning towards your people, he gripped the head by the hair and let the bag drop to the ground.

The crowd gasped, shock erupting in their many faces as they cursed out loud or whispered to one another secretively.

“Min Yoongi here,” you spoke up, loud enough to cut through the commotion, “took down our greatest enemy - his former boss - because his loyalty for our family was more valuable than what money could buy.” Then softer again. “Put that ugly thing away and have someone send it to the cops. They can’t pretend he’s alive if the feds know better. Their business will crumble within the month.”

The night was spent in drinks and loud music. Everybody celebrated, but you shortly retired for the night, exhausted and sticky from your heated moment with Yoongi.

You took him back to your place, a place he knew like the back of his hand at that point. Hoseok and Namjoon had told you to stay away from there, that Yoongi knew the place too well, could easily override the alarm system, get in and kill you. But you’d stayed put. Risky as it was, your instinct had been correct.

“Stay with me,” you pleaded.

You were both standing in front of an expansive window facing the city skyline, freshly poured drinks in hand. You noticed he looked down to you in the reflection on the glass. You looked up and met his gaze.

“You have nowhere else to go, am I correct?”

Yoongi worried his lip between his teeth, looked at the ground, then back at you. It was the most startled you’d seen him all day.

He nodded wordlessly.

“Then just stay, if you feel comfortable in doing so. You can use the guest room. I mean, it’s never used and-”

You were cut off by him kissing you, both hands cradling your jaw. Though you might have been inclined to call it passionate, it felt more desperate than anything else. You held onto him, one hand over his, the other at the base of his neck where it met his shoulder. You held each other as your lips locked, feeling Yoongi’s loyalty, his loneliness and his affection all at once. You met them with your devotion, your sadness and your… Your love, you concluded. There was no doubt anymore.

Your hand snaked up his neck and onto his cheek, and you parted the kiss to rest your forehead on his. As you breathed each other's air you looked into his eyes and felt your throat dry up, closing in on itself as you conjured the words you so desperately wanted to say.

He looked down at you expectantly, something between fear and hope crossing his eyes. You didn’t know what to make of it.

“Yoon,” you breathed. “I know I’m your boss, and you owe me your blood, your rank and your loyalty but-” You swallowed a lump in your throat. “I don’t see you that way.”

You closed your eyes, finding it too hard to bear his reaction.

You felt him take your hand from his cheek and pull you close, his arms wrapping themselves around you in a tight embrace. You felt his lips press gently over your pulse. Painted purple by his mouth just hours prior, now he left a trail of soft kisses up your neck until he pressed one last peck to your cheek.

You felt giddy, like you were young and naive again and had just received your first kiss.

Likewise, you heard him chuckle. And when you opened your eyes, you were met by a shy smile you’d never seen before on his blushing face.

“Y/n,” he said. “Neither do I.”

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☆Pairing: Roomate!Jeongguk x GN!Reader

☆Genre: Non!Idol AU, light angst, fluff, smut, one-shot

☆Warnings: swear words, Sub!JK, Dom!Reader, making out, hand job, fingering (m receiving)

☆Word count: 3k

☆Summary: After Jeongguk’s Valentines date bailed on him, he came home defeated and upset. In your attempt to comfort him things get heated.

☆A/N: I hope you’ll enjoy this valentines special!! This is my first time writing smut sooo I’m not sure how great it turned out. Once again, I do not have a beta reader and English isn’t my first language so I apologize if there’s any mistakes.

You sat down onto your couch with a huff, turning the TV on and flipping through the channels. Almost every single channel had a a romance movie playing, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. You turned on a streaming service, your irritation only growing when the front page recommended romance shows and movies. Jeongguk, your roommate and crush of three years was out on a date with some girl currently. You were never one to really care about Valentine’s Day, but knowing someone else was sneaking their way into his heart whilst you spent the evening home alone made you despise the holiday’s existence. Typing the title of a movie you’d been meaning to watch for ages now into the search bar, you turned it on and let yourself relaxed into the couch cushions. A couple of minutes in, you heard the door of your apartment unlock.

Craning your neck towards the sound you watched as Jeongguk walked in, the bouquet you had helped him pick out earlier that day loosely gripped in his hand. He sluggishly took off his shoes and jacked, dropping the assortment of flowers onto your kitchen counter. “How’d the date go?” You asked, looking up at him from your seat. “It didn’t go.” He answered in a flat tone. “What?” You scrunched up your eyebrows in confusion at his cryptic answer. “She didn’t show up. Only sent a text like half an hour after we were supposed to meet saying she forgot and made other plans.” He explained as he sat down next to you, looking defeated and tired. A deep frown formed on your lips, feeling sympathetic towards your roommate. You put a hand onto his shoulder, hoping to bring him some form of comfort. “Should we watch cheesy movies and order takeout? We can be alone and date-less together then.” You suggested, trying to cheer him up. “Yeah, I’d like that.” He sniffled lightly and fully let himself lean back into the couch. Now that his face was closer to yours you realized his eyes were glossy and red, his nose tinted a light pink as if he had been continuously wiping it. “Hey, you wanna talk about it?” You asked, your eyebrows being pulled together by worry. “Well, it’s not really like I wanted to go on that date with her so badly it’s just that,” he took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “-it made me feel so… so shit. You know? Like I,” He pursed his lips together, trying his hardest to not let tears escape his eyes. “I don’t know. I guess, it’s affecting my self esteem? I felt like,” He couldn’t keep his tears anymore. The dams broke, tear droplets freely falling off his long lashes now. “I felt like…” A quiet sob stopped him from finishing his sentence. Your hands came up to grab his, running your thumbs over his knuckles in hopes of calming him down. “I felt like a fucking loser!” He finally managed to get out, your heart breaking at the look in his eyes. Hatred filled his dark irises, but not towards his date who bailed, but rather at himself. You pulled him into an embrace, unable to muster up words to console him. He gladly leaned in, gripping your shirt and crying into your chest. You let his warm tears soak through the cloth, not caring about anything other than giving him the comfort he needed so desperately. One of your hands softly stroked through his hair, the other rubbing gentle circles into his back. After giving him a moment to cry his heart out you started to quietly mumble reassurances into his ear. “Jeongguk you’re so handsome and kind, maybe it’s for the best she showed her true colors so early on. You deserve so much better. Someone who can give you the respect and love you deserve, someone who will be there for you when no one else is.” You placed a fleeting peck onto the crown of his head, causing him to snuggle further into your chest. The two of you cuddled till he calmed down, letting comfortable silence consume you.

“Maybe you’re right.” He muttered against you, the sound coming out muffled. “Hm, about what?” You asked, your hand that had stilled resuming the mindless movement on his back. “Finding someone who’s right for me is so hard,” he said, lifting his head up to look at you. “especially when they’re right in front of me.” He finished his sentence. “Right in front of you?” You tilted your head in confusion, not quite understanding what he meant. He tentatively leaned up closer to you, stopping a couple of centimeters away from your face. “Can I do something?” He asked, his warm breath tickling the skin of your face. You only gave a small nod, your heart rate beginning to pick up. His gaze dropped down to your lips, slowly he leaned in closer again, placing his soft lips onto yours. It only lasted a short moment, the kiss being a mere peck, but it made a million butterflies erupt in your stomach. Your heart pumped wildly in your chest, the circulation making your skin heat up.

“Hm, maybe try it again. For good measure.” You whispered feeling bold. The corner of his lip quirked up, he hummed in agreement and closed the gap between you again. This time the kiss lasted longer, his hand snuck up to cup the side of your face as he moved his lips against yours. He began to be more sloppy, opening his mouth more against yours and letting your saliva mix. You gladly let it happen, trying to slip your tongue past his lips. He got the memo and let it slide in, quietly moaning as his tongue pushed against yours. He disconnected your lips to get some air, climbing onto you and straddling your lap. Your hands instinctively went to hold his hips making him put his arms around your neck and resume making out with you. Groaning against his lips the kisses became more messy, teeth and tongues clashing in desperation. He ground his hips down onto yours, searching for friction to aid his hardening cock.

You started trailing kisses down the side of his face, stopping at his jaw to lightly nibble at the soft flesh. He huffed and tangled his fingers into yours hair, giving it a light tug. You continued to place messy kisses down his neck, bitting and sucking at his skin. In response he moaned, more loudly this time. Taking it as a sign to keep going you carried on with bruising his neck. His hips started to speed up, the grinding turning into humping. One of your hands snaked to his lower stomach, slipping it under his shirt and playing with the waistband of his pants. You slid your thumb inside it, gently stroking the flesh right above his cock. He softly whined into your ear, gripping your wrist to try guiding your hand where he needed it most. “Eager now, are we?” You teased and switched your kisses to pecks. “Please, I want you to touch me.” He whispered, trying to hump up against your hand. Deciding to be merciful, you dipped your hand into his boxers and pulled out his erect dick. He moaned at the feeling of your hand wrapping around him, biting down onto his lip in anticipation. You pulled away from his neck to get a good look at face. Whilst maintaining eye contact you let go of his cock, bringing your hand up you spat into your palm. He only watched you with hooded eyes, shivering at what was to come. Slowly you lathered up his dick, leisurely starting to twist your wrist around it. He lightly thrusted up into your hand, having to keep himself restrained from snapping his hips up like an animal in heat, but to no avail, he couldn’t help himself.

You barely even had to move your hand, he did most of the work by fucking up into it like a hormonal teenager who had never felt intimacy before. Your knuckles would occasionally skim against his lower stomach, making him shudder from the ticklish feeling on his sensitive skin. He whined out your name, his voice cracking as he pathetically rutted up into your fist. In the meantime, your other hand had gotten busy with kneading the flesh of his ass. You had been eyeing the supple flesh since you first met the man, always secretly wondering what kind of noises he’d make as your fingers filled him up to the rim. Gathering up the courage, you decided to ask him if you could finger his ass. “Jeongguk,” You quietly said, trying to get his attention. “Yes?” He replied breathily, slowing his thrusts down. “Can I finger you?” You asked looking up at him. “Fuck.” He felt his balls tense up as his empty hole clenched, the mere question almost making him cum. “Yes. Fuck, please do.” He huskily replied, his hips coming to a stop. “Take your pants off pretty boy.” You instructed as you tapped his hip, signaling for him to get off of you. He obediently came off and started taking off his pants together with his boxers. You got up from the couch and started walking to your room. “I need to go fetch some lube real quick. You can lose the shirt too.” You cheekily winked at him and looked him up and down. The tips of his ears reddened and he nodded dumbly at you.

Pulling your nightstand drawer open, you dug around the cluster or objects in search for the lubricant. Once you found it you quickly made your way back to the living room. On the couch laid Jeongguk in all his glory. Sprawled out with his legs wide open for you, completely naked and ready for you to destroy him. You knelt down between his legs pecking his knee and starting to litter kisses down towards his inner thigh. He shuddered, the chilly air of the living room and the feeling of your lips against his skin too much for him to bare. He lightly arched his back, his nipples hardening from the cold. You massaged his outer thigh as you popped the lid of the lube open with your thumb. “You ready?” You asked to which he hummed in reply. Raising an eyebrow at him you awaited a verbal answer, which he quickly scrambled to give. “Y-yes!” He stammered out. “Good.” You simply replied and started to apply the clear substance onto two of your fingers. “Relax, I can’t do anything if you’re tense.“ You said as you leaned down to give him a tender kiss. He took in a deep breath and relaxed his muscles with an exhale.

Your fingers lightly grazed his rim, testing the waters of his sensitivity. “S’cold.” He mumbled against your lips. “I know baby.” You replied an continued kissing him. Softly you pushed your middle finger against his hole, slowly easing in the tip of your finger. Seeing no signs of discomfort you continued pushing in till you hit the base of your knuckles. He sighed into your mouth, his hand coming up to rest on your bicep. “It it okay? Can I move it?” You questioned. “Mhm! S’okay.” He drowsily replied. You began to move your finger slowly, pumping it in and out of him. Jeongguk squirmed underneath you, letting out soft pants and gasps at the new sensation. Wiggling your finger around inside him, you deemed him ready enough to add another digit. “I’ll add another, okay?” You said as you slid your hand down his chest and towards his stomach. “Yes!” He replied breathlessly. Sliding the finger that was already inside of him almost all the way out, you probed at his entrance gently with the one next to it. They both went in with relative easy, making Jeongguk’s breathing become even more shallow once your knuckles reached the skin of his ass. You started pumping again, the lubricant making squelching noises. Once you were sure he was used to your fingers, you moved the hand which was resting on his stomach to take a hold of his neglected cock. The moan he let out the moment you touched his dick was like music to your ears, making you feel your own arousal grow.

You laid down onto the couch so your head was between his legs now. Nosing at his inner thigh you started to kiss and bite the skin. You trailed the kisses further down, stopping right in front of his cock. You looked up at him, admiring how his abdominal muscles would twitch when you pressed down especially deep inside of him. His head was thrown back, his Adams’s apple bobbing as he desperately tried to swallow down the excess spit forming in his mouth from his continuous moaning. You watched his face closely as you stopped jerking him off, waiting for him to look down at you so he can see you take his cock into your mouth. Just as you expected, he rolled his head, letting it drop forward as he stared down at you. “Why’d you sto-ah!” His question was cut off by his own moan the moment you licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip. He threw his head back again, his hips lifting off of the couch against his will. You wrapped your lips against his tip, lightly sucking whilst your hand jerked him off, occasionally squeezing the base of his cock and lightly bobbing your head. Purposely you drooled onto his cock, watching as the saliva slid down to his balls. With one last lick to his tip, you made your way downwards and began to lick and suck at his balls. He kept on bucking up into you, chasing his high with fervor. “Ah! I think I’m gonna- I think I’m gonna…” He panted, trying to let you know about his approaching orgasm through his whines of pleasure.

You took his cock back into your mouth, moving your head up and down the length in the same rhythm as the fingers which you were still pumping inside of him. With one last drawn out moan his hips spasmed and he came into your throat. The pleasure of his orgasm jolted through his entire body, leaving him shaking and whining at the overwhelming sensation. He lightly pushed you away when he came down from his high, his form going limp underneath you. You swallowed down every drop of cum he had to offer, pulling away from his cock with a wet pop. You sat up onto your knees, looking down at him you admired your work, enjoying seeing him become such a mess for you. You quickly fetched a towel to clean him up and brought him a glass of water which he eagerly gulped down. The moment you laid down next to him, he climbed onto you and snuggled into your chest. “I didn’t do anything for you, I’m sorry.” He mumbled looking up at you. “Nonsense, I’m just happy I could help fix your mood.” You responded and soon the two of you fell into a comfortable silence.

“You ever smoked cigarettes after having sex?” You ask out of the blue. Jeongguk looks up at you in confusion, letting out a short giggle. “What? Like the band?” He asks, his doe eyes staring up at you. “Yeah, like the band.” You softly smile down at him, moving his bangs away from his forehead. “You wanna go have a cigarette and listen to them?” Your smile spread wider as you proposed the idea. “That sounds kind of nice actually.” He replied and lifted himself off of your chest to sit up. You helped him get dressed and grabbed your cigarettes and both of your jackets before making your way out onto the balcony with him. You put Cigarettes After Sex on shuffle and pull out a cigarette for each of you. Placing one of them into Jeongguk’s mouth you took a lighter out of your pocket. Your thumb slides across the spark wheel twice before you successfully light a flame. The two of you maintained eye contact while you lifted it up to his cigarette, watching him inhale the smoke. You light your own and melted into your seat, enjoying the quiet music playing in the background.

Jeongguk’s eyes remain transfixed on your side profile as you look out towards the distance, completely lost in thought. “Hey, Uhm (Y/N)?” He says before taking another drag of smoke to which you hum in response. “What are we?” The question echoes through your mind, makes a small lump form in your throat. “Hm, I don’t know.” You reply simply, not wanting to look at him in fear that he’d say he only wanted to be friends. After all this time of longing for him and watching him go on those stupid dates, you couldn’t handle being friend-zoned, especially subsequently to finally getting a taste of him. “Whatever you want I guess.” You add on, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. In the corner of your eye you can see his form slightly deflate. “Would you… not want to be with me?” He asked in a meek tone, turning his head toward the opposite direction. Seeing this as your chance to finally tell him how you feel, you let your tongue loose. “I would. Any day in any universe I would. I’ve wanted to be with you since we first met if I’m being honest, I guess I’ve just,” you paused, taking a moment to choose your next words. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re a fucking moron Jeon Jeongguk. I mean seriously what would make you think I wouldn’t want to be with you? I’ve been way too obvious, I thought you knew I liked you.” The words pour out of you before you can stop them, leaving both of you a bit surprised. “Do you just like me or do you like like me?” He questioned, looking at you with hopeful eyes. “Are we in middle school or something?” You grinned at him, teasing his choice of words. “I like like you Jeongguk.”

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Flufftober Day 20

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"Well... He's very handsome." You try not to grimace or sigh in disappointment.

"You think it's a he?"

"Yes, I do. Somehow I've got it stuck in my head that Halloween pumpkins are dudes. He especially looks like that." You're pointing at your own pumpkin, the one you just finished carving with Yoongi.

One eye is smaller than the other, and although you'd have liked to have cool, jagged teeth in his grinning mouth, his dentition is more pitiful with periodontal gap-tooth than awesome.

"Can I say it? This guy looks pretty miserable."

"Don't hurt him! I tried everything. If you hadn't kissed my neck constantly, he might look better. It takes two to do a job like this."

"I apologise for you being so irresistible." He smiles wickedly, which makes you hard to look at him for a while, because your anger evaporates very easily.

"Whatever. What do we do with him?"

"We can pour strawberry jam on him. Specially on his mouth. Then he'll be scarier. Then we can put him outside the house."

"Great idea." You're about to head for the fridge, but two hands on your hips pull you back and you find yourself in Yoongi's arms, his mouth on your neck. "What are you, a vampire?"

"Shh," he murmurs as his lips skim slowly over your skin, tingling. "Just let me do it."

So you let him.

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Seokjin

Seokjin wasn’t stupid, he knew you were still mad at him from the fight after dinner. The silent treatment was more than enough to get under his skin and while getting ready for his shower, Seokjin could hear you moving around in the bedroom. He rolled his eyes and took a quick shower before he got dressed and walked into the living room.

There on the couch, you had a pile of blankets and pillows to which, Seokjin sighed. He pushed the pile onto the floor and sat right in the middle of the couch, crossing a leg over knee as he waited for you to finishes up with your shower in the guest bathroom. When you finally came into the living room, Seokjin ran a hand through his hair and raised an eyebrow.

“Are we camping out tonight?”

Yoongi

He knew he was in the wrong this time. He didn’t mean to snap at you like that, but he was tired and his shoulder was hurting. Once he finished his shower and took a painkiller, he looked at the bed and frowned when he saw it was still empty. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was a little after midnight. Where were you? Were you still mad at him? Pulling a shirt over his head, he walks out the room and heads into the living room, following the sound of the tv. He doesn’t see your body at first and starts to worry.

Peaking over the back of the couch he sighs and bites his lower lip. You are sound asleep with tears dried on your face and he notices that the shirt your wearing is his. Yoongi’s heart beats painfully in his chest as he stares at you and his fingers twitch. Taking a deep breath, Yoongi heads to the bedroom and gathers up some extra blankets and pillows before he makes his way back into the living room. He quietly sets up a spot for himself on the floor next to the couch and covers your body with a blanket. He lays on the floor and reaches up, grabbing hold of your hand that is hanging off the couch.

He laces your fingers together and blinks back tears, “You know I can’t sleep without you.”

Namjoon

He didn’t mean to start a fight. Honestly, he was trying to be funny, but it was a joke with poor taste. He knew you had every right to be angry. But he refused to go to bed without making up. Slipping his robe over his shoulders, Namjoon walked into the living room, thinking that you were in the kitchen and he was taken back to see you crying curled up on the couch that was made up with blankets and pillows. His heart squeezed tightly in his chest, he did that to you...

Sighing, he walks over to the couch and scoops you into his arms before he sits down with you in his lap. He kisses away your tears and holds you tightly. It didn’t register just how much this fight hurt you.

“Will you please come to bed, love? I’m so sorry for hurting you.”

Hoseok

The couch? Really? He was beside himself, he couldn’t believe that you would choose such a lonely option for sleep. He watched you from the shadows as you made up the couch and settled down for the night. Running his tongue behind his lips, he narrowed his eyes and stepped into the living room, walking right over to the couch. He grabbed your ankles and lifted them up before he plopped himself down and rested your feet in his lap.

You tried to pull your feet away, but Hoseok was having none of that. He was quick to grab your foot and work his fingers into your soles. Your body tensed before it slowly started to relax and he smirked.

“After this, we’re going to bed...in our bed.”

Jimin

His attitude did him in this time. It wasn’t what he said, but how he said it and he knew that tonight he was in trouble. The look that crossed your face made he walk away from the fight. He needed some fresh air and it helped that he vented to one of his friends about the fight. They helped him see his mistake and when he came back inside to apologize, his eyes widened. W-why were you on the couch? W-were you really going to sleep on the couch?

Jimin quickly got ready for the night and rushed to the living room. He jumped onto the couch and wrapped his arms around your middle while he apologized for being so stupid. He buried his face in you chest and refused to move until you agreed to come to bed.

“Y/N, come to bed. Babe, I will keep you up all night if you don’t come to bed with me.”

Taehyung

Totally devastated, but also high-key annoyed that you even thought he would allow for you to go to bed without him; on the couch nonetheless. He knew you were still pissed, but that didn’t matter. He made it part of his lifestyle to never go to bed angry at you and he hasn’t broken that yet. Tonight wouldn’t be any different.

He watched you from out on the balcony as he puffed away on his vape, thinking of how he could squeeze onto the couch with you since you decided to lay all types of crazy, leaving no room for him...just Tannie. Wow, the nerve. The moment you got up to get yourself a glass of water, Taehyung made his move. When you came back, he was sprawled out and made a big show of stretching before he forced a yawn.

“Ashii....wouldn’t it be more comfortable in our large bed that made to sleep on, together??”

Jungkook

The fight had been petty, it was something so small that got blown out of the water. Did he feel bad? Yes. Did he want to make up? Yes. Did he know how? Nope. While you took your time getting ready for bed, he made himself a late night snack to try and help himself think of how he could fix this before lights out. He picked his head up at the sound of you returning to the living room and when he saw the pillow in your hand, he froze. Did you expect him to sleep on the couch? Bam would keep him up all night!

Jungkook’s eyes widened when he saw you set up the couch and lay down. Oh, no. No. No. Nope...this wasn’t happening. He set his half finished bowel of cercal in the sink and rushed over the couch grabbing your hand and pulling you onto your feet. He stared at you with a pout on his lips and wide eyes. His silent plea for forgiveness was so loud and you tried not to give him. He felt the way your heart was beating in your chest and leaned in slowly not once taking his eyes off your parted lips.

“Kiss me, if I’m forgiven.”

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btsxmalereaders · 11 months

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It's that beautiful time of the year again.

I will be writing drabbles and fics (under 1k, I hope) for the month of June. So send your requests around the theme!

Keep in mind my rules, and the groups I write for. If you have any doubts you can always send an ask or message if you'd like.

Here's a prompt list I found if you don't have a concrete idea yet! And you can add details and change it to your liking!

HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE ♡ love you lots

-dani

p.s.: it may take me a couple of days since I'm on finals still but have a little patience, your request will be posted! thank you for your patience and trust! :-)

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male-reader-haven · 1 year

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Sick in Bed (BTS Imagine)

BTS react to their boyfriend being bed-ridden sick (maknae line)

Tags: gender neutral, wholesome

Warnings: none

Here is part 2! Give me some suggestions for imagines/short stories for more!!!

Jimin

Jimin would genuinely be worried about you. Since he in general is an affectionate person and touchy, he would constantly be near you, hugging you and keeping you warm. He would want to make sure you feel loved and safe and would gladly sit with you, watching over your shoulder as you both scroll through tiktok and pass the time.

"Stay close to me and I will chase the sickness away! I'm right here for you, lets just cuddle and heal together, okay cutie?"

Taehyung

Tae is the kind of boyfriend to be clingy and cuddly, even when you are sick. He will constantly visit your room just to check up on you and be nosy. He may be annoying at times you want to be alone, but you love him anyways. Expect to have him smother you with affection!

"Oh, are you sleeping? Feeling any better? It's lonely by myself, can I just sleep in here with you?"

Jungkook

JK is all about rehab and helping you get healthy as fast as possible. He will make sure you eat what you need to, get enough sleep and sunlight, and altogether make sure you are taken care of. He pushes you to work to get better, but is still gentle and caring. He just wants you to be your best self!

"How's my baby today? How about we get up and go for a walk in the sun and fresh air? I'll hold your hand and hug you if you get cold, c'mon, it will be good for you."

Send me suggestions on what to write next! ~<3

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#bts x reader #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts army #bts smut #bts #jungkook #jimin #taehyung #bts x male reader #bts x gender neutral reader #bts x gn reader

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bangtanloverboys · 1 year

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ice burns // myg

summary - tired of yoongi constantly one upping you, you finally snap, challenging him to a duel. . . in the middle of class. only in the afterwards of your mutual destruction of the classroom do you learn that maybe, just maybe, he’s not as bad as you thought

pairing - academic rival!yoongi x teachers pet!reader

genre - fluff; wizard 101 au

word count - 3.3k

warnings - dip’s made up lore, yoongi is a bit mean, academic rivals >>>

guide - thaumaturgy = ice magic, necromancy = death magic, theurgy = life magic

author’s note - again, yes they have last names for reasons

the seven schools of ravenwood masterlist

You hated Yoongi Iceblood.

There was nothing much to it. He was stuck up, rude, entitled, and a know-it-all. And not to mention that last name, ugh. Iceblood. His family came from a long line of thaumaturges, claiming to be taught by the Ice Giants themselves in the Days Before. Then to just rub it in further, he had chosen Death as his secondary school. One of the most reserved and harshest classes. Yoongi had been named well.

And it angered you more than anything.

Your rivalry with Yoongi started years before either of you were even old enough to attend Ravenwood. Back when the streets of Wizard City were safe to walk on alone. Down in the cold, snowy roads of Colossus Boulevard.

It was a surprisingly nice day, considering it was winter year round on the boulevard. You remember the sun shining through the ever present grey clouds, causing the snow to glitter in the light. Your mother allowed you to play outside for the day, your older siblings had just started school and needed quiet in the house whilst they did their homework. You spent hours walking through the beaten path of the lower part of the street, so you began to head upwards.

Small, squished apartments turned into lavished homes the closer you got to the castle. No king or queen resides in it, no. But it was home to many government officials and their families. This was where you met Yoongi for the first time.

Looking at the many houses in awe, you were not paying attention to what was in front of you, leading you to walk straight into Yoongi. Both of you fell into the snow with an ‘oof’. Pushing yourself up, you looked at the young boy you had crashed into. Snow clinging to his blue hair and white robes, judging from the style alone, it didn’t take an idiot to realize you’d crashed into one of the more affluent wizards. You opened your mouth to apologize, but he cut you off before you could say a word.

“Watch where you’re going, snowpig!”

The apology died on your tongue. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he sneered as he stood up on his feet.

“Well maybe you should watch where you’re going!” Admittedly, it was your fault, but to insult you so brazenly? No, you wouldn’t have it.

The blue haired boy gaped in shock, but before he could retort, a voice called out his name, summoning him home. Yoongi, as you learned, narrowed his eyes on you. But he said nothing as he disappeared into one of the nicest houses on the block.

You never thought you would see him again. That it was simply a one off encounter and you would never see the likes of him ever again. But you thought wrong, and you couldn’t have felt more stupid for thinking otherwise. Despite your different social standings, both of you came from families of thaumaturges. His family only ever enrolled in only Ice for their primary school, whilst your family was a mix of having the subject as a primary or secondary.

The moment you walked into Professor Greyrose’s novice class, his eyes fell on you, narrowing. You turned your head away to ignore him, wanting to purely focus on class and learning thaumaturgy. Yoongi, on the other hand, did not plan on doing the same.

“I didn’t know they allowed snowpigs at Ravenwood.” Laughter roared from the students that surrounded him as heat rose to your cheeks in anger. “How long do you think they’ll last? I bet they wouldn’t even make it past the first lesson.”

It was then and there when you vowed to yourself that no matter what, you would best Yoongi Iceblood.

Where he chose necromancy as his secondary, you chose theurgy. Not a challenging self taught class like Death, but just difficult seeing how Ice was as far from Life as possible. When he learned a new spell, you made sure to advance by two more.

It wasn’t a secret, by any means. Yoongi had caught on, and he fought back twice as hard. As the years passed, the entirety of Ravenwood knew, placing bets on who would earn the highest marks on each passing test. Both of you remained at the top of the class, as whenever one of you managed to advance, the other would catch right back up.

Which leads you to today; Professor Greyrose was asking for a demonstration for the Ice Wyvern. As expected, both you and Yoongi stood up, raising your hands. You smiled as the half-fairy selected you. Standing up, you raised your want and closed your eyes. You’d been practicing the spell for ages in your dormitory, and last night finally the creature came to your call. You drew out the symbol of Ice in the air, focusing all your energy in bringing forth the wyvern once more. With the mastery of that spell, you’d be ahead of Yoongi once again (he’d jumped ahead of you a few weeks prior).

The pressure was on, you had to do this.

You knew you could do it.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt the familiar chill of ice running through your veins.

Then the worst happened.

The Ice symbol that was floating in the air shattered, tiny bits of broken magic fell to the ground in a sparkly mess.

A fizzle.

Professor Greyrose smiled at you sadly, but before she could even thank you for the attempt, Yoongi stood up from his seat.

“Oh please.” With a wave of his wand, the symbol appeared in the air once again. Instead of fizzling, it glowed brighter as the Ice Wyvern formed in the air above. He made it look as easy, like it was nothing but a Frost Beetle he was summoning. The wyvern floated in the air above for a few moments before vanishing, a smug look written all over his face.

You didn’t know what came over you, but you raised your wand again, this time directed straight at Yoongi.

“Get down!” Someone shouted as an Ice Serpent jumped from your wand and spat at Yoongi. The force of the serpent’s icey venom threw him back against the wall, knocking down one of the shields that lined the room.

You couldn’t believe you just did that. Before you could manage to stutter out an apology (or Greyrose to get you to stop), you met Yoongi’s eyes and a shiver was sent through you, even though by now you are far too used to the cold.

He summoned his own serpent, casting it back at you. But instead of spitting at you, the creature wrapped its scaly body around you, squeezing you tight until it faded away, leaving you a bit breathless.

You’d like to say at this part you conceded, stopping the duel right then and there and accepting whatever punishment Professor Greyrose deemed fit. However, you can’t say that. Cold anger flowed through your veins. You’ve grown used to the effects of ice magic on your body for years now, but this was something you had never felt before. Pinpricks poked and prodded at your every nerve as you waved your wand and stormy grey clouds appeared in the center of the ceiling.

Blizzard.

“Everyone take cover!” Professor Grey rose shouted, everyone jumping underneath their desks. Your fellow students yelped and cowarded as four loud thunderous booms echoed in the small building, shaking the ground with each hit. Then it all went quiet. Not even the ever present bubbling of the ice potion was heard.

Slowly, you peered out from above your desk. The blue shields that lined the sides of the classroom had fallen to the ground, beant and or broken. The black boards snapped into near splinters. It was a mere miracle that the desks were even still standing!

“Frostthorn! Iceblood!” You flinched at the sound of Greyrose’s shrill voice. Both you and Yoongi rose to your feet, neither of you saying a word. You kept your eyes focused on the ground, ashamed of yourself. “You are my best students and I- I cannot believe this! Dueling! In the middle of class! I just-” She flitted about before settling down on her desk, folding her arms. “Both of you will clean this mess up. I want my classroom looking back as it was. No magic! Understand?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Yes, Professor Greyrose.”

“Now, the rest of you, class is dismissed.” The other adept thaumaturges quickly gathered their things (or what was left of them) before scattering out the front door. Professor Greyrose looked down at the two of you once again, shaking her head. “I am very disappointed.” With that, she flew out the door.

Neither you or Yoongi moved for a moment, standing in the aftermath of your destruction. Silently, you started picking up the larger bits of broken wood and metal, wanting to get it out of the way first. Yoongi followed soon after you, moving towards the broken blackboards. The two of you are in a silent agreement to not speak at all as you cleaned up the class, leaving you to stew in your thoughts. You couldn’t help but feel foolish. You allowed yourself to let your anger get the best of you. You’re an Ice Wizard, for goodness sake, have the same great patience as the mighty glaciers.

“You know. . .” Yoongi was the one to speak first after nearly two hours of cleaning.

“I don’t want to hear it, Iceblood.”

He scoffed at your retort. “I was simply going to say that if we were following proper duel etiquette, you won.”

“But because we weren’t, I suppose you were victorious?”

“No, because I wasn’t following it either. We both lost.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. After so many years of Yoongi’s taunts and belittling you, to hear him admitting that you had bested him in a duel (proper or not), you felt pride swelling up in your chest. “Oh? So does that mean you finally think I’m better than you?”

“What?” He dropped the wooden board he was holding. “No. No! I wasn’t saying that! If we actually followed the rules of combat, you would’ve won. You did cast Blizzard.”

“Right. . . I did. . .”

He furrowed his brows at you. “Did you not mean to?”

“I’ve. . . never cast it. I only managed Ice Wyvern last night,” you confessed.

“You’re. . . that’s impressive.”

You eyed him strangely, wondering how or why Yoongi was suddenly so amiable to you after so many years. “Thank you.” You thought that would be the end of the conversation, but he spoke up again.

“If you want, maybe we could study together. Give each other tips, help hone our skills.”

“You want to study? Together?” This had to be a dream, there was no way Yoongi Iceblood was offering to be study buddies with you.

“You have a lot of potential, that’s all!” He clarified, his voice cracking slightly. “It would be a waste of your talents, teaching yourself.”

You pondered his offer for a moment, before nodding. “I suppose it would also be fair for me to beat you on even ground.”

Yoongi scoffed as he walked over to you, his hand extended outwards. “You’re on then.”

You eyed his hand cautiously before taking it. “May the best wizard win.”

By the time Professor Greyrose returned, the classroom was near back to normal. Unfortunately, because of your informal duel and destruction of school property, you both were suspended from class for the next few days. You were obviously distraught at the thought of missing classes, but Yoongi told you it was fair punishment. Besides, you could come visit him at his house to study and catch up together.

So that was where you spent the next few days, in Yoongi’s frozen castle, located not far from Wizard City. You were shocked to learn he didn’t live on campus with other students, but he’d admitted to you (a bit shyly too) that he’d never lived in the dorms. His parents did not want him to mingle with others and have complete privacy whilst he studied.

The first time you visited, you were in complete awe of it all. It was a frozen wonderland, with a large tower serving as his home. But the real site to behold was the two stone statues of a Dragon and Ice Giant facing off in battle that stood on the other side of the floating island

“You’re the first person I've invited over,” he told you as you approached his in-house library. Dozens of books lined the walls; topics ranging from types of magic to crafting to the history of all the worlds in the spiral. It was an impressive collection.

“I’m honored, but let’s get to it. Shall we?”

When your suspension was lifted, your class was shocked to see you both engaged in friendly conversation, smiling and laughing as if you hadn’t been dueling each other a mere few days ago. Word spread like wildfire, soon enough the whole of Ravenwood had heard of your’s and Yoongi’s odd acquaintance (you wouldn’t dare say friends)(at least not yet).

Even afterwards, you and Yoongi continued to work together and study for the upcoming exam, where you would move from the adept thaumaturge class to the magus class. You were nervous to say the least, having struggled a lot with some of the coursework, regardless of Yoongi’s help.

Then there was the matter of your new acquaintance in general. You knew he was smart, but you never knew exactly how smart. His family had taught him loads about thaumaturgy in theory, but never in practice, which is how he fell short of some spells. So most of your study sessions had been him telling you bits of information and helpful tips on remembering them.

Factoring all that in while studying for the adept final exam, you’ve never felt more nervous. Never before had you both been on even ground before. What if everything he’d told you was a lie and caused you to flunk the class? What if you had to start the whole class over again? Why was he so nice to you? Why did he always smile and congratulate you anytime you successfully cast a spell? And why did his words stir butterflies in your stomach each time without fail?

You don’t know when it happened but at some point, you stopped caring about being better than Yoongi. Your study sessions no longer came about from wanting to work on even ground, to beat him hard and true through hard work. But suddenly became actually wanting to be around him, to work with him, to help each other and better each other instead of just yourself.

“You alright there?” Yoongi asked, pulling you out from your thoughts.

“Hmm?”

“You’ve been staring at History of the Ice Guardian for the past ten minutes?”

You blinked down at the open book in front of you. He was right, you hadn’t moved on from that page in Spiral knows how long. “Sorry, my mind is a bit elsewhere, I guess.”

“Nervous about the exam?”

“That and many other things?” You huffed, shutting the book. “But mainly the exam, I just don’t want to fail miserably.”

“You won’t. You’ve worked hard. You’ve got this.”

“You know, I don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to you encouraging me,” you admitted, chuckling awkwardly. “For so long, all I wanted was to be better than you and to have you on my side, it feels like I’m missing a reason to do this. . .”

He didn’t say anything, causing you to look up at him curiously. He was gnawing on his lower lip. “What if we had a little friendly competition like I don’t know. . . a wager?”

“A wager?”

“Yeah, like say if I get higher marks, you have to pay for my ice cream.”

“We’re getting ice cream?” You asked.

He gave a vague shrug. “Yeah, little reward for us after studying so hard. I get ice cream after every exam.”

“And if I get higher marks?”

“Then I’ll buy your ice cream.”

You thought over his offer for a moment before holding out his hand. “You got yourself a deal, Iceblood.”

The day of the exam came around and you couldn’t stop fidgeting; you’d pick at your robes, twist the rings around your fingers, anything to help settle your nerves. Noticing your nervousness, Yoongi (who’d moved to sit next to you in class now) placed a hand over yours, giving it a squeeze.

“You got this.”

“Thanks. Good luck.”

He winked as Professor Greyrose handed you both your exams, allowing you to start.

Throughout the exam, you felt as if you were going to be sick. Writing out the answer, scratching it out then rewriting it out because you were right the first time. Sure you’ve been nervous taking tests before, but never before had there felt like such high stakes (it was ice cream, why were you so stressed?).

Once the last of the exams had been turned in, Professor Greyrose dismissed the class, saying results would be posted in three days’ time. So for three, long grueling days, you waited. Yoongi didn’t appear nearly as stressed as you, chuckling as you all but ran towards Ravenwood.

“Relax! The results aren’t going anywhere.”

“How can you tell me to relax? This was the adept final exam! I can’t fail this term, I just can’t!”

“And you’re not going to!” Yoongi said as you walked through the tunnel. “I told you, you’ve got this.”

“Sorry, I just. . . haven’t been this stressed before.”

“What? You’re worried about spending some extra gold coins on ice cream?” He raised a brow at you.

“No it’s just. . . I don’t know.”

“No, tell me.”

With a sigh, you stopped walking. “We’re on even ground. You know everything I know and I know everything you know. What if I’m actually not that good. . .”

“Nonsense, you got this far by yourself, didn’t you?” You nodded. “Then you shouldn’t have anything to worry about. You’re a good thaumaturge, Y/N.”

“Thanks, Yoongi.”

“Now come on, let’s see who’s buying ice cream.” With that, he took you by the hand and you continued walking through the tunnel, towards the School of Ice. Already a group of people had gathered outside the door, eager to see their results. As the two of you approached, your classmates whispered amongst themselves. Their voices might’ve been low, but you could see the way they looked between your entwined hands and the posting on the door.

Oh dear.

Releasing Yoongi’s hand, you pushed your way to the front, ignoring the heat growing up against your cheeks as you could feel everyone’s eyes as you pushed through the crowd. Your eyes flickered to the top of the page scanning the name that received the highest test score.

It was your name.

Written above Yoongi’s.

You could feel him standing beside you. “I believe a congratulations are in order,” he said, holding out his hand. You took it, shaking it gently. “Congrats, I told you you could do it.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out. Instantly you cringed at your words, dropping his hand.

He looked at you, puzzled. “What are you sorry for? You earned that score, fair and square.”

“For running into you. . . and for dueling you in the middle of class, it was. . . it was stupid. And I’m sorry.”

“Oh. . .” He nodded, remembering that first ever encounter all those years ago. “I’m sorry for calling you a snowpig. That was. . . I shouldn’t have done that. It was mean, and I was mean to you. You had every right to challenge me.”

It was weird how light you felt after that. But it felt good. “I hope that means you’re not gonna go easy on me from now on. I’m still determined to best you!” You poked him in the shoulder.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he responded. “Now come on, I believe I owe you ice cream.”

“I believe you do,” you said as you linked your arm with his, heading towards the nearest food shack.

Maybe Yoongi Iceblood wasn’t that bad after all.

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