#bts fanficion
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"I’m honestly so free use with you when I sleep", you told him after a very passionate morning in the sheets. That was weeks ago. Right now, your confession is haunting Jungkook. Free use, you called it. Free use...The words sound sweet to his pleasure twisted mind. Free use... Jungkook gulps and chases the ecstatic feelings your sleeping body gives him. One more time. He needs it one more time.
Alternatively: After accidentally turning Jungkook on before you fall asleep, you wake up to him using your willing body to get off. Not that you mind, as his reward for your submission is as sweet as honey.”
Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: established relationship!AU, polyamory!AU, Camping Trip!AU, Smut
Warnings: switch!Jungkook, subby!Reader, he calls her Mistress at first but then gets so needy that he takes the lead, Yoongi makes a short appearance, hints at various threesomes, hints at bondage, sex in a camper van, needy!Jungkook, consensual free use kink (free use in this story = you can do whatever you want to me, whenever you want), consensual somnophilia, kinda sensory deprivation because he does all of this to her in a dark room & she can’t see, Koo has sensitive nipples, nipple sucking, he rubs his nipples against her lips as she sleeps, he humps her thigh while she sleeps, and plays with her pussy while she sleeps, big cock, vampire fangs, needy begging, body & breast worship, strength kink (he rips her clothes & pins her down), dirty talk, sloppy oral (f.receiving), fast pussy fingering, lotsa drool & slick, squirting, he cums humping the mattress, cuddly aftercare, they’re in love & very needy for each other
Wordcount: 5.4k
a/n: besties, it is finally happening. Sanguis!Kookie is getting the smut he deserves. Get ready for lots of it because I am obsessed with him. I fucking LOVE him. This is set once he learned how to control his urges. Oh yeah, and it’s a Kinktober22 request that didn’t make the cut, surprise it’s here now! Have fun! 🤍
Today was a first for you and Jungkook. Your first ever couple trip. It wasn’t far. Just four hours by car to a small coastal town where every restaurant offered seafood and the air smelled of ocean. He drove while you napped.
You spent the first day putting up your camper van by the beach and checking out the camp side. You spent too many minutes in the ocean and even napped under the shade of a big tree, cuddled up in a spacious hammock where Jungkook stole way too many kisses from you. Later in the evening – and after washing off the salt from your bodies and putting on pretty clothes – you went to eat at one of the restaurants where you ended up talking about too many things and drinking way too much wine.
It resulted in you getting so sleepy that you had just about enough energy to walk back to the camp side, wash up and fall into bed. The movie night you promised Jungkook was cancelled as you fell asleep five minutes after your head hit the pillows.
Jungkook was left gawking at you with a big pout. He didn’t even have time to wash up and cuddle you in bed and you were already sleeping.
Feeling utterly defeated, Jungkook leaves the camper to talk with Yoongi on the phone and make way for his frustrations.
“Hey, Kookie”, Yoongi picks up after the second ring, “what happened? Are you okay? Why are you calling me?”
“Yes, we’re okay. I’m sad. ___ already fell asleep because she drank too much wine.”
Yoongi chuckles fondly.
“She’s cute”, he says, shifting on the chair in the music room. He was writing music on the piano before Jungkook called. He is smiling because hearing Jungkook’s voice makes him happy and hearing about your shared day makes him even happier.
“Yeah she is. Fuck hyung, it’s so unfair I want her but she’s asleep.”
“I can’t help you with that”, Yoongi says in a laugh, “why are you telling me?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t know who else to tell.”
Yoongi laughs harder, “you are so silly sometimes, Kookie. Just enjoy your time with her, slip under the blanket and hold her. Listen to her sleep, kiss her neck. She’s so soft when she sleeps.”
Jungkook presses his legs together even when standing up. You would fit so snugly against his chest. Jungkook can perfectly imagine just how warm and soft you would feel. How you would press against the spots which are so incredibly sensitive. Jungkook shifts, feeling heat threaten to gather between his legs.
“Kook?” Yoongi’s voice rips him out of his thoughts and to his reality. Shit. He completely forgot that he was talking with Yoongi on the phone. Jungkook feels his cheeks heat up at the realisation.
“Y-yeah?”
“Did you hear what I just said?”
“Yeah uh, yeah I did. Sorry, I was just thinking.”
“Mhm I could tell”, the fond smirk in Yoongi’s voice is obvious to Jungkook.
He flusters.
“I’m so stupid for calling”, he mumbles, “I’m sorry hyung, I know you can’t help me.”
“It’s alright, kiddo. You know you can always call me, yeah?”
“Mhm, yeah I do.”
“Good”, Yoongi says and chuckles softly, “I gotta agree though. I can’t help you. You gotta help yourself.”
“I know”, Jungkook whines, “shit, I’m just nervous.”
“Why? It’s just ___.”
“Exactly”, Jungkook widens his eyes, “I’m so scared to lose control.”
“Kookie”, Yoongi’s voice was soft but carried the slightest hint of a scold with it, “if there was even the slightest possibility that you could lose control, I wouldn’t have let you go on this trip. You are ready. Trust in yourself, my lovely.”
Jungkook smiles giddily, “thanks, my hyungie. I needed to hear this.”
“Always happy to help”, Yoongi says, “now stop talking to me and hold our princess, you fucking deserve it, goddamn it.”
Jungkook chuckles, “yeah okay, you’re right”, he giggles, “I’m excited, hyung.”
“Mhm, you can be. She feels like heaven.”
They end their call soon after. Yoongi will continue playing piano, but he will do so with a soft smile ever so slightly present on his lips. Jungkook returns to your camper van, sneaking a glance at your resting form. You are sleeping peacefully with your mouth agape in soft snores. Jungkook finds himself melting at the view and wanting to cradle you against his chest. He perseveres however, sneaking away into the small bathroom to clean off the day.
Jungkook returns after some time, wearing nothing more than a pair of satin boxers. He tiptoes to the bed and crawls on top. He knows that he can be careful without even having to try. Sneaking comes natural to his race. A vampire is, after all, meant to surprise its prey when they least expect it.
He opens the blanket to slip inside. You roll to your back and then to your side. Jungkook halts, holding his breath. Your eyes open, searching for him in the darkness. Jungkook can see you perfectly, while you are clearly blind.
“Honey?” your voice is frail in sleep.
“Go back to sleep”, Jungkook whispers.
“I can’t.”
“Why not? Nightmare?”
You shake your head, eyes focusing on his face. At least you think that you do. You are looking right past him. Jungkook thinks it’s adorable.
“I want snuggles”, you say and pout.
Jungkook feels flutters in his tummy. You are so cute when you’re sleepy and a little tipsy. He closes the distance between you and him and picks you up just to rest you against his chest.
You rub yourself against him like a cuddly cat, humming softly.
“So nice”, you mumble, burying your face in his naked chest, “I love you, honey.”
“I love you too, my honeybee”, Jungkook says, kissing your hair, “sleep tight.”
You huff out air, running your fingertips along his waist. Jungkook feels goosebumps cover every single inch of his body because of it.
“I dreamed of you”, you whisper slowly and very quietly.
“You did?” Jungkook is melting under your touch, squeezing his legs together.
“Mhm, you moaned for me.”
“I did?” Jungkook croaks, rolling his hips into you as inconspicuously as possible, “why?”
“I made you cum”, you say and wrap your lips around his nipple to suck softly.
“Ah”, Jungkook gasps, parting his lips. His body shudders, his cock throbs instantly. His nipples are his weak spots. You are so warm and wet around him.
“Oh god, why are you doing this?” he chokes out, fighting every urge inside him not to take you against the fucking sheets right here and now. It’s like you pressed a button. He feels fucking charged.
“Is nice”, you murmur and continue to suck on him in rhythmical motions, growing slower and slower as the seconds turn into minutes.
Jungkook is a mess by the time your sucks are barely there, trembling in desperation and moaning into your hair. His cock is straining his briefs, his fingers twist the pillow behind your head. He would probably hurt you if he didn’t, because the only thing he truly wants to twist is a bundle of your hair. He would be way too rough if he did, having to twist the poor pillow instead.
“Oh god, honey”, Jungkook croaks, giving you a breathy moan afterwards. If he knew that he would get to feel something so incredibly good, he would have joined you in bed sooner.
You suck and suck and…suck and…stop. Your lips part and slip from his swollen nipple. Your tongue leaves it too.
“Please don’t stop”, Jungkook begs, releasing the pillow to caress your head, “please? More?”
“Hm”, the sound you make is barely there. Your tongue darts out and licks his sensitive nipple. Soft, slow, barely there kitten licks is all he gets, but Jungkook is so charged in pleasure that he feels no different than when you sucked him.
He moans instantly, closing his fingers around a bundle of your hair before he realises what he was about to do and he grabs the pillow instead.
“Thank you”, he sighs, "this feels so good. Oh god, it feels so good…”
Lick. Lick. Lick. Slower and slower. The pressure gets less. You breathe on his wet nipple. Like a huff of air. Involuntary and definitely not meant to stimulate him. Jungkook still moans and squirms. Your tongue stops.
“More please”, Jungkook begs, arching his chest into your mouth. Your lips press against his nipple, but don’t move. They simply rest on him and drive him insane. “Mistress?” Jungkook gets out.
No answer. You grow soft in his arms and seconds later, your breathing returned to a slow and steady rhythm. You have fallen back to sleep, now resting safely in his arms.
You left him in his desperation. You used the sucking as nothing more than your way of relaxation. And while you found peaceful sleep through it, Jungkook is left feeling like bursting. His cock is so hard, his balls so swollen and his nipple is so sensitive that one little pinch would be enough for him to soak his boxers in slick.
Jungkook pulls you closer and sobs softly.
“Don’t do that to me please”, he begs, “please wake up again please.”
Sleep however doesn’t release you and Jungkook is left with a painful hard on and sensitive nipples begging for attention.
“Please wake up, please”, Jungkook begs, trying to wake you with a little shake of your head. You don’t wake, but what does happen is that your lips rub against his nipple. Jungkook moans softly, quickly realising what he just did and going up in flames as a result.
“Sorry”, he gets out, “I, I didn’t mean to, I-”, he hesitates. It felt so good to do. Your lips are so soft and warm and still wet from all the licking you did. Would it be disgusting of him to do it again? Just one more time?
There is a part of him which tells him that he is disgusting for wanting it and another part of him which keeps reminding him of that one conversation you had a few months ago.
“I’m honestly so free use with you guys when I sleep”, you told Yoongi and him after a very passionate morning in the sheets where Yoongi woke you with oral while Jungkook jerked off and watched, “as long as you make sure that I don’t get hurt, you can honestly use my body however you want. Wake me with your cock stuffed in me if you want to, I’m so down.”
Back then, your confession resulted in Yoongi and Jungkook fucking you to the point where you cried from feeling too good.
Right now, your confession is haunting Jungkook. Haunting and tempting and turning him into a version of himself which he feels very ashamed of. Free use, you called it. Free use…The words sound sweet to his pleasure twisted mind. Free use…
Jungkook gulps and squeezes the back of your head with his fingers. One more time. He presses your head closer and moves his chest. His nipple rubs against your lips.
“A-ah hng”, he gets out and swallows audibly, feeling his cock twitch in his briefs. The feeling was indescribable. Your lips are so soft and wet. Now that sleep is keeping them relaxed, they are moving around his nipple sloppily.
Again. He needs it again.
Jungkook presses into you and grinds his swollen bud against your lips. Electricity shoots down his body and moves his cock in a throb.
“Oh god”, he moans, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “I’m sorry, it’s so good. I’m sorry.”
He grinds his nipple into your lips and moans. It feels so good. You made him so swollen and hard and sensitive that now he is dizzy because of it.
“I’m sorry, I can’t stop”, Jungkook whimpers, “Mistress, you feel so good.”
You give him no answer. You are slumbering peacefully.
Jungkook presses himself closer, hoping for more of the sensation. He needs more of your mouth. More. You mewl and move your head away. He was too close, air was too sparse.
Jungkook shimmies back, staring at you with glassy eyes. His nipples are throbbing. He wants more, but he knows that he should give you a break. He was greedy enough.
He cups your cheek, runs his thumb over the lips he used so disgustingly before.
“I’m sorry”, he whispers, “I’m so horny, I didn’t know what I was doing.”
He has no idea why he apologises. He knows that he can do that to you. He was witness when Yoongi did far kinkier things to your sleeping body. He witnessed when he tied you to the bed and woke you with his fingers buried inside your already soaked pussy. And he was witness how you sleepily tried to fight the ropes only to beg for Yoongi’s vampire cock seconds later. And he was witness as Yoongi gave it to you, pounding into you until even the last ounce of sleepiness was fucked out of you.
Jungkook was witness to all of it and yet he still feels as if he committed a crime. He would feel far more terrible if his cock wasn’t that hard and his thoughts weren’t stuck on that night all of a sudden.
“Oh god, I can’t help it”, Jungkook croaks and rolls you onto your back. He pins your hands against the pillow and wiggles his knee between your legs. Then he straddles your thigh, hovering above you that way. His curly hair hangs into his features messily, his blown out eyes are glued to your sleeping form.
You look so innocent and sweet. Yoongi was right, watching you sleep is the best thing ever. It makes him feel so goddamn good. Especially when you look and feel so fragile under him. He feels so needed and strong, but also incredibly horny.
Jungkook angles his hips and rolls them against your thigh.
“Ah, hah ah”, he moans, squeezing your hands. Your thigh is grinding right against his swollen, hard cock. Slick covers his tip instantly, forcing his briefs to stick to it and making it slip against your naked thigh.
You aren’t wearing panties. Jungkook can see it from the position because when he flipped you onto your back, your shirt slipped up your tummy and the blanket fell from your torso. Your pussy’s right there. Exposed to his eyes. As if you wanted to give him as little hurdles as possible. As if you wanted him to be able to access your pussy whenever he wanted to.
Free use.
You weren’t lying.
Jungkook moans throatily, punishing you with harsh rolls of his hips. He is aware that the only person that punishes is himself as this results in his cock rubbing against you with such vigour, Jungkook finds himself convulsing in reaction.
“Fuck”, he rasps, “fuck, I’m so disgusting”, he chokes out and whimpers, “and you’re so perfect”, he gets out and furrows his brows, eyes focusing on your pussy.
Maybe he is imagining it, but you are glistening. As if you are getting wet. Jungkook puts your hands together so he can hold both your wrists with one hand, then he lets his other run down your body. Along your arm, lingering on your neck and massaging your breasts for a while.
You whimper, but don’t wake.
“You’re perfect. Completely perfect.”
Jungkook speeds up his hips against your thigh, soaking more of his briefs. So fucking soft. You’re so soft when you sleep.
He runs his hand further down your body, your tummy is one of his favourite spots to touch. So soft and pretty. Next your hips. Jungkook fights every urge inside of him not to bruise it. Then your pussy.
You moan in your sleep at the first touch, writhing underneath him as he drags his fingers through your folds.
Jungkook trembles and squeezes your wrists.
“So wet”, he growls, feeling his cheeks tingle as veins appear on his skin. He draws circles on your soaked entrance, looking at it with blown out pupils. The sexy dream you had before must have turned you on so much that you got wet. Jungkook moans and fucks your thigh in desperation. So wet and warm. So warm…
He wants to push inside, but doesn’t dare to. So he lifts his fingers, guiding them to his lips to suck them clean.
The second your taste touches his tongue, Jungkook knows that he is done for. His eyes glow ruby instantly and his fangs are outside within not even a second. He moans deeply, cock ripping through his briefs from the sheer animalistic need he feels. Your thigh is covered in his slick instantly, resulting in his swollen cockhead to slip and slide all over your skin.
He moans, fucking your thigh as if he was already pounding your pussy. He is so turned on. He could cum right here and now if he wanted to. You are so goddamn sweet.
Jungkook sucks his fingers until even the last of your taste is gone. He slips out and moans deeply. His eyes don’t know where to look. Your pussy, your thigh, your tummy, your face, your tits. Your tits. Your nipples are swollen even under the fabric.
Jungkook doesn’t think, he acts. He is too far gone to think. He rips your shirt and exposes your torso to his eyes. Your tits look so pretty when you are lying down and gravity does its perfect job.
“Fuck, baby”, Jungkook whimpers and gathers one side in his spit covered fingers. He lowers himself and sucks your nipple into his mouth.
“Ah”, you moan, arching your back. The scent of your wetness grows stronger in his nose and Jungkook swears that he sucks even harder because of it. He slides up your body, pressing his knee against your soaked pussy.
A whimper slips past your lips. Jungkook soaks up the sound as much as he soaks up the feeling of your wet cunt against his knee. He rubs it into you demandingly, abandoning your wrists to instead gather your other breast as well. Hungry and full of greed, he leaves a sloppy trail of kisses on your chest as he changes sides. Your nipple slips between his fangs and he sucks hard.
“Ah”, you moan, arching your back, “what? Ah! What?”
Jungkook lifts his head. You are awake again. Of course you are. It would have been a surprise if his rough touches hadn’t woken you. Your eyes search for him in the darkness. You look so out of it and confused.
“Don’t be scared”, Jungkook rasps, “I’m taking care of you.”
“I don’t get it, w-what are you doing?”
“You can’t just suck my nipples and expect me to be okay afterwards. I’m so fucking hard, feel it”, Jungkook grinds his huge cock against your thigh, pairing it with his knee grinding into your pussy.
“Kook”, you moan, reaching for his hips.
“No”, Jungkook pins your hands above your head within a second, “stay where you are or I’m tying you up.”
“W-what?” you blink in the darkness, “I don’t understand. What are you doing?”
“Free use. That’s what you called it. Free use. I’m taking what’s promised to me.”
“Oh.”
Jungkook watches in delight as you roll your eyes back sensually. You arch your back off the sheets and throw your head back as best as possible.
“Holy fuck”, you choke out, rubbing your thighs against his legs in a needy attempt to press them together.
“That’s okay with you, right?” he makes sure, “can I make use of it?”
“Yeah, fuck Kook. Yes”, you allow him, opening your legs again as you squirm sensually.
“Good. Wanna exchange safewords?”
“Mhm, snowdrop.”
“Yeah, snowdrop. Fuck, I’m gonna fucking ruin you”, he rasps and lowers his tongue to your body to lick a thick and hungry stripe down your tummy.
You writhe and whimper, allowing it to happen with a racing heart. Like this, he isn’t holding your wrists anymore, but he doesn’t have to. Your body is still droopy enough that keeping your hands above your head is an easy task to do.
It does get harder however when Jungkook buries his tongue between your folds. You expected anything but this.
“Ah! Kook”, you gasp, bucking your hips up.
Jungkook grips them and pins them into the sheets, growling into your pussy as he sends you a warning look. One you can’t see because it’s dark in here and you have your face scrunched up in pleasure.
Jungkook fucks the mattress and moans, changing his grip on your hips to one around your thighs just so he can push them apart and reveal more of your pussy to him. He growls again from the pleasure this brings him, burying his hungry mouth deeper between your folds. He licks eagerly, using the animalistic hunger he feels for you to keep it quick.
“Holy fuck, please don’t stop”, you moan, panting like crazy afterwards.
The thing with Jungkook and oral is that up until two months ago, he was unable to do it with you. He wanted to do it, but his urges were too strong to do it safely. If he had given you head, it would have resulted in him biting you and therefore hurting you. Not anymore. Jungkook has been practicing with you and Yoongi almost every third night. It was the result of one terribly sexy evening where Yoongi tied up Jungkook and then made him eat you out “as practice”.
Ever since then, Jungkook couldn’t get enough. He was insatiable, asking for more practice sessions whenever he gets the chance and fantasising about nothing other than having your pussy under his tongue again and again and again.
Your taste haunts him. It stays with him when he isn’t eating your pussy and it tortures him with its absence until he has to beg for yet another “practice session” in order not to go mad. You are all aware that calling them practice sessions is nothing but a lie. Jungkook found his sweetest drug between your legs and needs it like an addict. He doesn’t want to practice, he wants to get high on you. And you won’t complain. Practicing with Jungkook feels like fucking heaven.
And tonight it seems that he finally had enough of pretending that what he does is nothing but practice. You are alone with each other, no Yoongi or Taehyung to monitor him in sight. This isn’t practice anymore. This is honest sex. The thing he already did every third night under the guise of practicing.
“Don’t stop, please”, you beg, feeling your thighs shake without having any sort of control over it. He is moaning and growling so much that besides the quick licks and strong sucks, Jungkook sends vibrations through your pussy and it’s making staying still impossible.
Jungkook thinks that he still goes a little feral during those moments. That would explain why his cheeks are covered in veins and why his fangs are out. You taste way too good. Jungkook didn’t think that your pussy would taste so good, but she does. He grows feral for your taste and feels withdrawal symptoms whenever he can’t taste you.
More. He needs more.
He buries three of his fingers in your pussy just to pick up your slick and lick it off his fingers. In the current position, his tongue grinds against your clit as he licks and you whimper his name as your hands finally leave their position.
You grab a bundle of his curly hair and twist it. Your other hand slips to your own thigh just so you can grab it in desperation.
Jungkook looks up. Your head is rolled to your side, your pretty tits move each time you pant for air. He wants to touch them and squeeze them and roll your nipples, but he physically can’t bring himself to leave your pussy. Instead, he buries his fingers back in your warmth. Three at a time and covered in his drool. This time around, he does it so he can massage your g-spot as he begins sucking and licking your clit.
You wail and arch your back, kicking the sheets because you can’t handle this feeling otherwise. You dreamed of him before you woke. Like before, you dreamed of having him lie heavy in your hands as you made him cum. It was such an immersive dream until all of a sudden it stopped feeling like a dream and became your reality.
You can’t accept that this is your reality. That Jungkook is eating your pussy as he fingers you roughly. It’s too much for your sleepy brain to comprehend and all you can do is shake and tremble and kick the sheets as your fingers dimple your own thigh.
Jungkook out of all the people is eating you out. After two months of extensive training, you should be used to his techniques, but you really aren’t. You never know what you will get with him. He can be so gentle and slow if he wants to, whilst other times he treats you with such roughness that you want to scream. He is never terrible however. As if giving head comes to him naturally. Like a vampiric purpose he is finally able to fulfil.
Jungkook breaks his lips away from your clit and presses his thumb against it instead. You know what that means, moaning his name loudly as Jungkook drags his heavy tongue up your torso.
Not being able to see what he does, adds excitement to all of this. “Please don’t stop, holy fuck”, you beg, feeling charged in pleasure. He is massaging your g-spot with such precision that there is a constant hot pressure deep inside your pussy. As if you were constantly on the edge of orgasming. You can’t handle it, but don’t want it to stop.
He takes your right nipple between his teeth and tugs hard.
“Fuck", you squeak at the pinch, arching your back.
“I wanna ruin you”, Jungkook growls, “I wanna fucking break you”, he adds and lifts his head, staring down at you with swollen, parted lips. His long fangs glisten behind them, but you can’t see them. You are blind to his current state. The black veins, long fangs, feral hunger in his eyes. You have no idea that it is happening, all you can do is moan and writhe for him.
“Don’t stop, please”, you beg unaware of his confession and slave to his touches.
He speeds up his hand between your legs, fucking your pussy with angry precision.
“Like this, baby? Mhm?”
You squeeze your eyes shut and sob softly. Waving your hands in the air panickedly until finally grabbing your own thighs. Jungkook watches it happening with a throbbing cock.
“Kook, please.”
“So good”, he lulls, drooling on your chest, “shake for me. That’s my girl, shake for me.”
“I’m gonna cum”, you croak and sob, “please don’t stop, please.”
Jungkook doesn’t stop. He keeps going. He is addicted to two things. Your taste and your orgasms. Knowing that he out of all people can make you feel so good that your body has to climax in order to handle it, fills him with a rush of ecstatic pleasure. He wants it to happen anytime you announce it, making it his only goal for the time it takes you to get there.
“I wanna lick you”, he pants, “will this get you there? Can I please lick your pussy?”
“Yeah”, you mewl and sob, writhing under him.
“Fuck. Thank you”, Jungkook moans and disappears between your legs. He replaces his thumb with his tongue, but keeps the speed of his fingers going. With eager curls and fast motions, he fucks your pussy open as his tongue and lips work your swollen clit.
Your voice breaks and you grow completely silent as you hold your breath. One. Two. Three.
“Meehngn”, you let out in whimpers, now fighting for air in quick pants until it repeats itself again. Silence as you hold your breath and then squeaky sounds as you fight for more air.
Jungkook knows that it’s only a matter of seconds by now. You get terribly non vocal whenever you are close. He fucks the mattress harshly, whimpering into your pussy. To think that he was able to fuck you so much these days that he learned that fact about you. It’s a dream come true. He is so fucking happy!
“No-ohw”, you choke out and break under his tongue. Your legs close around his head, your pussy squeezes his fingers and your clit throbs against his tongue. Your orgasm sits so deep, making you cry out because Jungkook moves just right to turn it from good to spectacular.
You are so turned on and sensitive from the combination of all your dreams and Jungkook’s touches that it doesn’t need a lot for you to convulse to the point where you cover his face in your wetness.
Jungkook moans loudly and cums. He fucks his throbbing cock into the sheets as he shoots cum everywhere. He can handle everything but not drinking your squirt. The smell of it is already enough to make him climax. Your taste is another story. One which make him cum so fucking hard that he feels delirious afterwards.
He keeps his fingers buried in your pussy to feel your rhythmic clenches, but rests his head on your thigh, panting with you as you both recover.
“I’m sorry”, you whisper in a frail voice.
“For what?” he asks in a husky voice.
“I should have warned you.”
“Don’t apologise”, Jungkook clears his throat. Your taste still lingers on his tongue. He feels his head pound because of it, “don’t ever apologise for that.”
“I don’t know what to do”, you confess.
“Why?” he lifts his head, “are you okay?”
“No?” you laugh, “you just ruined me.”
“I told you that I would, didn’t I?”
“Yeah…”
You giggle and you sound so sweet doing it that Jungkook wants to kiss you. He gathers his already recovered strength and kisses a trail up your torso. You gasp and grow softer underneath him. This feels like heaven. To be brought to your breaking point, only to be loved so tenderly afterwards is heaven.
“Koo”, you get out, presenting your neck to him so he can kiss it. He does so with a happy sigh, slipping his fingers out of you to instead caress your waist. It fits so perfect between his fingers and all he really wants to do is cherish it. Neither of you mind that this spreads your wetness all over your skin.
“Thank you”, he whispers, stubbing your jawline with his nose.
“For what?”
“For this experience. I know you talked about free use, but it’s a privilege to be able to touch you, not a right. So thank you.”
You roll your head to look at him. You are looking right past him again. Jungkook smiles because of it.
“I’m happy when you touch me”, you whisper and smile droopily.
Jungkook giggles and kisses your forehead.
“I’m gonna give you so many orgasms on this trip”, he whispers against your skin, “you have no idea.”
You squirm and giggle, wrapping your fingers around his biceps to squeeze them gently.
“Don’t say that.”
“Mhm, no I will”, he whispers and snuggles into you, purring softly as he suckles on your neck to find relaxation.
You sigh, closing your eyes as tranquillity washes over you.
“Did you rip through your briefs?” you ask him now that you feel his softened cock press against your leg.
“Yeah”, he says and chuckles, “I lost it at your taste.”
You snicker, “you have the strongest cock ever, this is impressive.”
“In my defence, my vampire cock kinda has a mind of its own sometimes. I’m still not completely in control.”
“Don’t apologise, it’s hot”, you say and nuzzle into him, “I can’t wait to wake up to it stuffed in me tomorrow, yeah?”
“You’re unfair”, Jungkook mewls, “fuck, now Imma dream of it.”
He makes you laugh, “sorry.”
“So mean”, he mumbles and pouts.
He feels way too drained from his orgasm to feel truly affected by what you just said. You feel too ruined by your orgasm to want him to act on it right now. It still feels nice to tease each other.
Jungkook cuddles into you, closing his arms around you.
“Wanna stay like this forever”, he confesses and sighs happily.
“Me too”, you say, hugging his arm as best as possible.
You drift off to sleep together in this position, smiling because it felt so good to finally be able to love each other without any kind of restraints.
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JUNGKOOK X READER Part 1 - The most awkward meeting
I got myself a list of writing prompts that I just couldn’t resist. So enjoy Part 1 of a Jungkook x Rader Mini Series I’m planning. If you have prompts for Jungkook x Reader, Namjoon x Reader or Yoongi x Reader you want, send them over! :D
The prompt for this part is: “ They jump into your car breathlessly and tell you to keep driving.”
Damn, you hated red lights. Especially after work, when you just wanted to get home to your little flat and cats. But all the traffic lights of Seoul had somehow magically decided to stop you at every chance possible.
You had currently stopped on your SIXTH one since you had left your job and were furiously drumming your fingernails against the wheel, before turning up the volume of the music you were listening to. It was just the right song to calm you down and so you started to sing along.
The last note ended on a scream however, when suddenly the door was pulled open and a stranger in a mask practically fell into the seat next to you. He was quick to pull the door shut behind himself and then breathed out a “GO!”.
In your panic, you just did as told, putting in the gear and starting the car as the traffic light changed to green. Just as you started moving, you saw a group of wildly screaming girls come to a hald where you had just been standing. You were tense, while the adrenaline started pumping like crazy in your body. Almost afraid to look at the stranger next to you, in case he took out a gun or something, you kept your eyes on the road, but still took a moment to lower the volume of the music. Now you could hear the stranger breathing heavily, suggesting that he must have been running.
“Thank you...”, he finally managed to say after a few minutes. “I don’t usually do that.”
“Do what?”, you asked, eyes still on the road, your body tense.
“Jump into people’s cars. But I was desperate.” From the corner of your eye you could see him pulling down his mask and curiosity got the better of you. You turned your head and your jaw almost dropped. Next to you was one of the most handsome guys you had ever laid eyes on. There was also something really familiar about him, but you couldn’t exatcly put your finger on it.
“That’s assuring...”, you slolwy replied, eyes darting back to the road. Silence fell for a few moments, until you just had to ask. “Why were you running?”
Now it was his turn to look surprised, though you couldn’t tell why. “You don’t...oh... I was running from some crazy girls.”
Was that how popular guys were treated these days? Crazy world. Then again, he did look like a model or an idol, so some females were bound to lose their minds over him.
“Can I drop you off somewhere?” All you wanted was to go home, really, but you could hardly just throw him out randomly or take him home.
“Do you know where Big Hit Entertainment is?”
You shook your head. You had heard the name obviously, but didn’t know much more.
“I’ll guide you.”
From then on, you just followed his instructions, navigating your car towards the fancy Gangnam-Gu district and feeling absolutely out of your element.
“Are you a trainee then?”, you asked, which earned you another confused look from your new passenger.
“You really have no idea who I am?”
Again you had to shake your head. “You do look kinda familiar, but...” You ended it with a shrug. As you stopped at yet another traffic light, he pointed towards a billboard on his side. You had to lean over a little to see it, but then your world turned upside down. It was a huge advertisement with seven handsome boys. BTS, it read, and in the center stood the very person currently in your car.
You froze up completely. “Hello?”, he called, waving his hand in front of you and then nodding towards the light that had turned green again. How long had you been out? Instantly you got the car going again, this time feeling even more nervous than when he had just gotten in.
How did one deal with an idol in their car?!
“You really didn’t know.”, he said, suddenly sounding rather amused and giving you a cheeky grin.
“I don’t pay much attention to the k-pop world.”, you admitted. You had a busy job and your cats and yoga classes to fill your days and while you did enjoy music, you hardly thought about the artists.
He nodded in understanding and then turned to look at you properly for the first time. You could practically feel his stare and you wondered if you looked horrible. Working as a junior vet, you hardly wore fancy clothes, instead opting for white sneakers, jeans and a simple white shirt, with your hair pulled back.
You reached the next traffic light, which couldn’t be anything other than red of course and you turned to look back at him, his smile only growing wider, making you feel even more self conscious.
“I never had such an interesting ride back to the agency.”, he suddenly said. You raised your eyebrow at that. Interesting was a curious word to pick here. Awkward or surprising was more fitting in your opinion.
“It’s certainly a first for me.”, you said.
“What? You don’t usually pick people up like that?”
For the first time your lips twitched upwards, a smile breaking through.
“No, usually such things only happen in dramas.”, you reminded him.
“Ah, so you don’t know K-Pop, but you know your dramas. Good to know.”
“Are you teasing me?”, you asked, slowly warming up in his presence, even though it was still awkward.
“No, I would never.”, came the instant reply, but his cheeky grin said otherwise.
“What’s your name?”, he suddenly asked.
“Why?” The question bubbled out of you before you could stop.
“It would be nice to thank my saviour properly.”
You nodded and gave him your name, before concentrating on the road again. From the corner of your eye you could see him take out his phone, typing away.
“Do you have Kakao?”
Again a question you did not see coming and you had to concentrate extra hard on the road not to cause an accident.
“Yes...”, you started wearily and then slowly gave him your ID. Was this really happening? Was he adding you? A second later you could feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. OMG, he really might have!
“I’d like to thank you properly, Y/N.”
“It’s no need. I’m glad I could help.”
You turned right, as he indicated to you, already absolutely lost. This was a part of town you never visited and the traffic was making you nervous. So many fine cars...
“My hyung’s would never let me live it down if I didn’t show my gatitude properly though.”
When he spoke like that he sounded so young. Thinking back to what little you know of the group, you remembered that he was the youngest one. But his exact age? You really couldn’t recall.
“You work as a vet?”
He must have been scrolling through some of your Kakao Story Posts, seeing as you sometimes posted pictures from work.
“Yes, I just started though after university.”
“You are my age.”
So that answered that question. But you were caught on something else.
“Are you stalking my profile right now?”
“No.” There was this incredibly charming cheeky grin of his again! No wonder he was an idol!
“You can just ask, you know? I’m sitting right here.”
For the first time he appeared shy though and put his phone away. “Maybe next time. The building up there is our destination.”, he finally said, puling the mask back over his handsome face. But even with his mouth covered, you could see the smile in his eyes, when you stopped the car.
“I’ll text you.”, he said and all you could do was nod. “I mean it.”, he added. “I might need another rescue. Or maybe a nice ride back to Big Hit.”
He was teasing you again, you realized, but somehow it made you smile widely. “I’m not a cab.”
“Of course not, Miss Junior Vet.” He got out of the car, but leaned inside once more. “Than you again, Y/N. Till next time.”
You followed him until his form disappeared inside the building, reality fully hitting you for the first time. You had just picked up an idol on your way home. A super hot idol. And he had talked to you. And added you on Kakao. AND promised to text you.
You shouldn’t get your hopes up about that last part, you knew, but still. Seeing as you were still parked outside of the building, you sneaked a look at your smartphone. Indeed, someone had added you on Kakao. But first, you needed to look something up. You googled BTS and instantly the search engine was flooded with information. Jeon Jungkook. That was the info you had been looking for, finally putting a name to the handsome face.
You would certainly not forget this day ever. But you had no idea that this was just the beginning...
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Dress Down (series)
If you had a chance to steal your partner’s clothes and absolutely own them, why wouldn’t you? Here’s seven stories, of seven men, with seven outfits they turned dreamy, seven encounters where you made them dreamier.
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Last Update: 02 Apr ‘21
A Work Of Art - Jimin x Female Reader (Slight Angst, Smut)
You surprise Jimin with his outflit from Filter; and then some.
Opaline Moon - Seokjin x Female Reader (angst, smut, fluff)
You are ingrained to love Jin, right upto the blood that courses through your veins. Confessing, however, is a whole other game. So it’s a good thing you’re bad at keeping your hands to yourself, because happenstance can handle the rest.
(Coming Up!) Some Highs, Some Lows - Yoongi x Female Reader (Angst, Smut, Fluff)
Summary TBD
(Coming Up!) Sun-Kissed Smiles - Hoseok x Female Reader (Fluff, Smut)
Summary TBD
(Coming Up!) Repurposing Desire - Taehyung x Female Reader (Fluff, Smut)
Summary TBD
(Coming Up!) Matter Of Mettle - Namjoon x Female Reader (Angst, Fluff, Smut)
Summary TBD
(Coming Up!) Ivory Timber - Jungkook x Female Reader (Fluff, Smut)
Summary TBD
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I Found You
Taehyung x OC
Soulmate AU!
One shot
Summary: Everyone has a soulmate. That one person who is made for you.
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Every person has a soulmate. That one person that is made for you. There will never be a person more perfect then your soul mate. Every soulmate is connected with some sort of link, something that let's you know they are out there.
But not every person is lucky enough to find their soulmate. Some don't discover their link until its too late.
Choi Yoona had always been fascinated in drawing, always drawing on paper, napkins and even her skin when nothing else was available to her. Flowers were her favorite to draw. Specifically roses. She always fantasized about meet her soulmate in some sort of magical way.
Kim Taehyung was an idol who didn't have a lot of time for...well, for anything. His days were spent practicing mostly. He didn't have time to think about finding his soulmate, even if he did he would have to keep it a secret anyway.
Every pair had a different connection to their soulmate. Some connect in dreams, while others may bare the same mark on their hand or some other part of their bodies. All were different. Some never even learn what their connection is. Some don't discover their link with their soul mate at an old age, after they've been married and started a family. There have even been cases where a soulmate discovered their link by feeling when the other died.
Yoona had yet to discover the link to her soulmate. She often wondered if she would be one that never discovered hers, or maybe she would find it too late, when she or her soulmate had both gotten married. Or died. Her family told her not to worry about it, that she would find it soon. Just be patient.
Taehyung dreamt of finding his meant to be when he was a kid he hoped to be just like his parents when they found each other. But when he became an idol things started to change. The spotlight wasn't always easy and the fans could be hard when it came to things like this. They all knew this first hand when Hoseok found his soulmate. He started to think maybe it was better if he didn't find his soulmate.
While Taehyung rose in fame, Yoona opened her own art studio. Both drifting further and further away from the idea of finding their soulmates.
Until Taehyung saw it.
The little rose drawn perfectly on the palm of his hand.
Taehyung knew he hadn't put the drawing there but who would draw a rose on his hand? The other members wouldn't have, right? Shaking his head Taehyung tried to wash away the flower but it wouldn't fade. No matter how much he washed and scrubbed it wouldn't fade.
What is this?
He didn't have time to worry or think on it too hard as he heard Jin yell for him to hurry for practice. By the end of the day Taehyung noticed the flower had faded until it was completely gone.
It was nearly two weeks later when something similar happened. Sitting at the dinner table laughing with everyone, Yoongi suddenly grabbed Taehyung's arm and pushed his shirt sleeve up to his elbow making Taehyung look at him in confusion.
"Did you do this, Taehyung?"
On Taehyung's arm was a neatly drawn rose inside of a heart. All of the members leaned over to see the drawing on his arm, all seeming impressed and complimenting him on the fine work.
"I..no, I didn't do this."
Taehyung said confused, instantly remembering the small rose on the palm of his hand a couple of weeks ago. Noticing the others confusion he explained that this had happened once before, even showing them that it wouldn't wash away. Jimim gasped and clapped his hands making all the others look at him.
"What if it's your-ow! Yah! Jin-Hyung!"
Taehyung didn't need to hear what Jimin had to say, or what Jin leaned over and whispered to him to make him blush and look down at his food to know what they were all thinking. Something he hadn't wanted to think the first time it happened. What if it was his soulmate?
Taehyung just pulled his sleeve down and looked at his plate. They all knew how Taehyung felt about the topic, knowing it was sensitive for him they all kept the conversation of it on the down low around him. The rest of the members all loved the idea of finding their other halves, but understood Taehyung's concerns when they saw how hurt Hoseok had been the first time he saw hate from the fans.
The next day the drawing was gone. But there was a note on his hand. Not from the mystery drawer this time.
Don't forget practice at 9:15 ~Jin
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Yoona stared at the note written neatly on her palm when she woke up. Who was Jin? What was the practice for? As a way to clear her head, Yoona went to take a shower and wash away the ink. Only it didn't wash away. The ink stayed bright as if it had just been written there.
What is this?
A couple of hours later the note was gone as if it had never been there at all.
A few days later Yoona noticed there was a heart on her cheek just under her eye and on each of her palms the words LOVE ARMY. How had they gotten there and why wouldn't it come off? Was it..? It couldn't be..
Her soulmate?
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Taehyung began to wait for the little drawings and notes that littered his skin. The artwork was always beautiful, and he even took pictures of some of them. He even found himself wanting to brag on the work to his fans, but how could he? Who would he brag on?
He found himself wondering if this were his soulmate. Did that mean the other person could see what he wrote on his own skin? Did she notice? Was she as curious as he was?
The more he saw of the art the more he wanted to meet this person. He wanted to know if this was his soulmate. He needed to know more about this person.
For the first time in years Taehyung wanted to meet his soulmate.
Time went on and Taehyung grew frustrated. He left notes on his own skin more often and paid very close attention to the ones that were showed up on his hands and arms trying to find any hint of where this person was.
Then one day he woke up with a note on his hand. One that made his heart beat quicken and his stomach flutter.
Seoul Arts Center tomorrow at 10
Taehyung hurried to the first person he thought of after reading the words written on the back of his hand.
Namjoon.
Taehyung asked Namjoon what he should do. He told him about his change of mind on wanting to meet his soulmate and he confessd that he had a fear that it wasn't even his soulmate.
And his fear that it was.
"This is a once in a life time opportunity, Taehyung-ah. Don't worry about what the fans will say, this is your soulmate. Look how happy Hobi is?"
"Yeah, but don't you remember when he first met her? The fans all but attacked them. She was so hurt, Hobi wasn't the same for so long. What if that happens to me?"
"Cross that bridge when you come to it, Taehyung. Be happy. We will support you no matter your decision."
Taehyung spent the rest of the night thinking on what he should do. If he let this go he may never get another chance to meet her again. But what if it wasn't what he expected? So many things could go wrong. What if he wasn't good enough? What if his world was too much?
He didn't sleep a wink.
But he made his decision.
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Yoona was running late, she had slept past her alarm, she didn't sleep much these days, she couldn't find her blouse she wanted to wear, she nearly slipped in the shower, and then her car wouldn't start. She was sure the day couldn't get any worse. Yoona ran in the art center and pushed past the people mumbling apologies as she went. But once she reached the office they told her to have a seat and wait. She huffed out a breath as she sat down hard in one of the chairs that waited outside of the office. She would never get her artwork in here at this point.
Feeling bored Yoona pulled a pen from her pocket and began drawing a rose on the back of her hand. Who cared if it didn't look professional in the meeting?
She let out a gasp as she watched the letters slowly appear on her hand just above the flower she had begun.
I found you.
Yoona looked around in shock and her eyes stopped short when they landed on a tall young man holding a bushel of roses in one hand a twisting a pen with his long slim fingers in the other.
Her heart started to beat in rapidly in her chest. His boxy smile took her breath away as their eyes met and he walked towards her.
Her soulmate.
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Love Yourself: Serendipity (Prólogo)
Park Jimin
Genêro: loveyourself!AU, romance, angst
Sinopse: Filha de empresários ocupados demais a ponto de não se preocuparem com outra coisa além de negócios, Nayoung vive por seus estudos e trabalho, sem tempo para distrações, até Park Jimin aparecer na sua porta em um dia de chuva.
Capítulo: Prólogo - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - drabble - 5 - ?
Palavras: 680
Avisos: nenhum
-Nayoung-ssi? – uma voz de longe me chamou, me virei vendo que era Eunbi.
-Olá! – sorri, enquanto apertava o botão, chamando o elevador.
-Unnie, que bom que você chegou! Acabei de abrir a porta para um menino, ele estava todo molhado pela chuva, e carregava uma caixa. Ele disse que queria falar com você, e eu disse que você não estava, então ele não se preocupou em esperar no corredor, em frente à sua porta. Ele parecia preocupado.
-Um menino? Você perguntou o nome dele ou algo assim? – perguntei preocupada por não estar esperando alguém.
-Não… – ela pareceu um pouco arrependida – Mas ele é moreno, quando ele sorriu para agradecer, seus olhos se tornarem pequenos, em formato de meia lua. Ele tem mais ou menos essa altura! – ela disse esticando o braço.
-Bom, isso realmente não me ajuda muito, vou subir e olhar! Obrigada por avisar, Eunbi! – disse entrando no elevador
-Não foi nada, desculpa! Qualquer coisa chama! – ela acenou antes que as portas se fechassem.
Eu realmente não esperava ninguém, eu nunca espero que alguém me visite na verdade, e as características que Eunbi me passou me fizeram saber menos ainda quem que me espera. Amigos morenos eu tenho vários, mas que sorriem e os olhos se tornam pequenos, são poucos, e alguns eu não vejo a um bom tempo.
Quando a porta do elevador se abriu, a figura desconhecida, realmente molhada pela chuva, estava parada no corredor. Respingos delineavam o caminho feito por ele e seu guarda chuva até ali. Ele parecia impaciente, com seu pé que não parava de bater contra o chão.
-Olá? – parei a alguns centímetros dele, e minha voz saiu um pouco alta demais.
-Nayoung! Faz tempo que a gente não se vê… – ele se virou em minha direção, mostrando que realmente carregava uma caixa.
-Jimin? – minha voz saiu aguda – Sim… Realmente não nos vemos a muito tempo, desde que você…
-Pois é, larguei tudo… – ele sorriu envergonhado.
-Sim… Ah, vem, vamos entrar! O que te traz aqui? E com essa caixa… – passei por ele para abrir a porta, tentando agir da forma mais natural possível.
-Bom, eu preciso conversar com você sobre algo sério, na verdade, eu preciso pedir algo a você… E bem, essa caixa eu encontrei no caminho para cá. Aliás, que bom que você ainda mora no mesmo lugar, ainda com os seus pais? – perguntou pegando o seu guarda-chuva e me seguindo para dentro do apartamento.
-Não, eles se mudaram e eu moro sozinha agora! – sorri sem muita vontade – Pode deixar sua caixa e o guarda-chuva na cozinha, e se puder me contar, o que tem na caixa? – fechei a porta e o segui.
-Com licença… – ele apoiou a caixa na bancada, e o guarda-chuva ao lado – Bom, acho que você vai gostar… – ele tirou a tampa e sorriu sem graça – Podemos ficar com ela?
-Ela? – me aproximei da caixa e vi que ali havia uma gata pequena, e um pouco molhada pela chuva – Meu Deus, você a encontrou na chuva assim? – ele apenas balançou a cabeça positivamente – Como as pessoas tem coragem? Isso é tão desumano... Mas, eu não entendi, como assim “podemos”?
-Isso faz parte da minha segunda pergunta, na verdade... Nayoung, eu não tenho exatamente pra onde ir no momento, eu... posso morar com você? – ele coçava a nuca, nervoso.
-Morar comigo??? – talvez eu tenha falado alto demais, pois seus olhos se tornaram os maiores possíveis – Sim, claro, você não tem pra onde ir, certo? Só que, e o Hoseok-ssi…
-Eu não quero falar sobre isso agora, se você não se importar. – ele não permitiu que eu dissesse mais uma palavra, seus olhos se tornaram tristes, apesar de seu sorriso doce.
-Imagina, tudo bem, eu apenas fiquei curiosa… Mas é sua vida, não precisa me dizer!
- Não, você tem todo o direito de perguntar, só que por agora eu realmente gostaria que você apenas respondesse a minha pergunta, eu posso morar com você? Por favor? – ele sorriu, mostrando realmente que seus olhos se tornavam pequenos em formato de meia lua, e eu me odiei por notar isso.
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Jungkook: How come you didn’t notice I like you?
Jimin: I could say the same thing about you.
Jungkook: Excuse me but did you leave any signs?
Jimin: *gasp* Four times I'd blatantly stated I'd let you do me—four times, Jeongguk. I have, and I quote, said ‘I can't resist Jeongguk’ to you and to half the campus. I don’t miss a chance to touch you—your chest, your ass, your thighs! And have you even been to the practice room??? I go the extra mile in actually showing off for you, and I wear pants that not only stir too many predatory stares but are also too tight for comfort that Tae got sick of having to stand on his bed and pull the pants off … but you? — O B L I V I O U S.
[3, 2, 1... Bang(Me) by DeadpanSnarker]
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Baby Blue;
Para a minha mais bela musa, com amor, vante!
capas feitas para o projeto de Vhope, InfinityUniverse.
em caso de inspiração, deixe os créditos.
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The Contradiction of the Century [M]
Pairing Dancer!Hoseok x Dancer!Reader
Summary Hobi’s duality is unparalleled, and nowhere does it come out more than in the bedroom. Needless to say, he leaves you sore as much as practice does.
Genre Smut, fluff, crack, dancer!au, gratuitous porn and that’s it
Warnings Unprotected sex, oral (female), face riding, dom!Hobi, edging/orgasm denial, mirrors, dirty talk, lots of begging and (non-serious, sexually frustrated) threatening, everything’s consensual & they’re in love
Word Count 5.2k
Cross-posted to AO3
“Yo, we should have a dance battle!”
You lift your tired head to find your best friend grinning as she hooks up her phone to the sound system. Upbeat music fills the studio, and she rounds on the small crowd, bouncing lightly on her feet.
“Eh?” She prompts, wiggling her eyebrows. “Guys versus girls, losers treat winners to, I don’t know, food?”
A murmur of interest runs through your teammates as they clamber to their feet. You, however, groan and arch your back, cringing when your spine cracks. A familiar chuckle filters down, and you crane your neck, rolling your eyes at Hoseok's cheeky grin.
“Shut up, Hobi,” you mutter, but allow him to pull you to your feet.
His suggestive wink does not go unnoticed as you massage circles into your lower back, still sore from the way he contorted your body in half and buried his head between your thighs barely 8 hours ago. You shudder at the memory, but before he can comment, Jimin has him in an iron grip, dragging him across the room and letting out some sort of high pitched whine about needing to win because he is just shy of broke.
In a matter of moments, the studio is echoing with a chorus of cheers and taunts as Jungkook moves to the center, driving your pain from your mind. You can’t help but grin fondly at the collective enthusiasm. Leave it to your friends to get way too hyped over the prospect of free food.
You wait until most of the girls have danced their part before stepping out. As if on cue, the group falls back slightly, leaving you and Hoseok to face each other in the middle of the studio.
“Finish it off, lovebirds,” Jimin sings, and your lips tug upwards in a smirk directed at your boyfriend.
“Ready to lose, baby?” You taunt, starting to move as the music transitions.
With a grin, he shoves his hands in his pockets and tips his head back. “Do your worst.”
Keeping your eyes level, you run a hand suggestively through your hair and lick your lips. Instantly, all signs of his normal, bright playfulness disappear, replaced by a steady, calculating gaze that follows your movements with a searing intensity. You are known for your intricate footwork, and you temporarily lose yourself in your movements, barely registering the high pitched cheers as your feet fall in sync with the beat.
A moment later, however, you catch sight of Hoseok and smirk. He has a slightly glazed expression on his face as he watches your feet move, looking up with a heated stare only when you begin to move towards him. You wet your lip again as you push into his personal space, dancing around him until you are pressed into his back, and lean up so your breath ghosts over his neck.
You wrap your arms around him and feel him up, your hands finding their way to the waistband of his sweats. Dipping your fingers below the elastic, you snap it against his hips, and a loud “ohhh” rips through the room. He tenses under your touch, making you grin into the back of his shoulder before slinking back around.
You drop and spin your body low to the floor, locking your gaze with his smoldering eyes. As you travel up his front, your fingertips brush over his thighs and taught stomach until they tap a rhythm against his chest. Leaning in, you brush your lips against his.
“Your turn,” you breathe, then you are giving him a rough push and sauntering backwards.
If he is affected, he does an impeccable job of hiding it, because all you get is a twitch of his jaw and the faintest quirk of his eyebrow as you slide smoothly across the floor amidst a chorus of whoops and whistles. When you slow to a stop, you feel your best friend hissing in your ear.
“Damn, girl, he looks like he wants to eat you alive.”
You catch your tongue between your teeth with a grin, but your face quickly turns pensive when you see the darkness in Hoseok’s gaze. As he starts to move, you catch the glint in his eye, and your stomach flips. He only gets that glint when he’s dancing…
Or fucking you senseless.
A shiver runs up your spine. You can’t tear your eyes away even if you wanted to, his stare commanding your attention. And as he twists his body to the beat, you are transfixed.
Sure, you are a good dancer–hell, you all are great dancers–but Hoseok exists on a whole other level of the dancing stratosphere, miles above you. The way his limbs seem to go boneless, feet almost floating above the floor, body conforming seamlessly to the music, divides the room into ecstatic cheers of excitement and groans of defeat.
“Fuck yeah, J-Hope!”
“Goddammit, we should’ve left him out of this.”
“Hell yeah, that’s my boy!”
“We lost.”
Suddenly, the song morphs into something slower and more sensual, and every few beats Hoseok inches closer, keeping his gaze fixed on you. You narrow your eyes, widening your stance and straightening your posture to brace yourself. But then he drops and closes the distance, sliding on his knees until his face is centimeters from the apex of your thighs. A cry rises from the small audience, and you can feel his breath through the thin fabric of your shorts. Your head goes light as you blink down at him, eyes wide and eyebrows raised in a silent “what the fuck are you doing?”
He just smirks and runs his hands up the back of your thighs, groping your butt and nuzzling into the juncture of your hip.
Through the roar in your ears you can hear your girlfriends squeal behind you, but before you can react, Hoseok is standing and pressing his weight into your back, hands digging into your hips. He pulls your bodies flush and grinds his hips to the beat, moving one hand to wrap around your jaw. Forcing your head against his shoulder, he licks at the shell of your ear, and blood rushes to your face as you squeeze your eyes shut, clutching his wrist.
“Hoseok,” you whisper, voice laced with warning, and he hums in your ear.
“Yeah, baby?” He asks, hips still moving against yours.
“Did you forget we have an audience?” You hiss, refusing to look anywhere but at a fixed spot on the ceiling.
His chuckle vibrates against your shoulder blades before he spins you around just as the music fades, his hand firmly pressed on the small of your back.
“Of course not.”
His dark eyes sear into yours, a devilish smirk playing across his lips, and if you weren’t so flustered, you would smack him.
“Oh yeah, we definitely lost,” you hear your best friend breathe, as you clutch Hoseok’s biceps, heart hammering in your chest.
Almost immediately the glint in his eye disappears, and his face melts into that wide trademark smile, eyes crinkling as he loosens his hold on you.
“Looks like we got a free meal, boys,” he calls, prompting a rather insulting cacophony of joyous shouts in response. Leaning down, he catches your lips in a quick kiss, grinning cheekily at your red face.
“I love you.”
“Holy shit, you two, get a room,” Jungkook grunts in annoyance as he passes. You hide your flush with a scoff, pushing away from Hoseok.
He laughs, turning to follow Jungkook, and you hang back for a moment to cool your cheeks on the backs of your hands. Feeling a presence by your side, you turn to find your best friend holding out your bag with a knowing grin.
“What?” You groan, grabbing your belongings and falling into step with her as you walk out of the studio.
“Nothing,” she says simply, earning herself a bruising punch on the arm.
30 minutes later, you are sitting next to Hoseok in a ramen shop amidst the buzz of your friends when you feel his hand drop heavily to your thigh. Dangerously close to the hem of your shorts, his fingers massage your flesh firmly, and you bite your lip, stealing a glance at his bright expression. The contrast makes you shiver.
And when his lips pressed against your ear, you nearly gasp aloud.
“Cancel practice tomorrow. You won’t be able to get out of bed.”
.
.
You barely pass over the threshold and discard your bag and shoes before Hoseok slings you over his shoulder, kicking the door to your shared apartment shut with a frame-rattling bang. You yelp in surprise and clutch at the back of his shirt as he carries you straight into the bedroom, depositing you unceremoniously on the bed. You bounce on the mattress, sitting up and brushing your hair out of your face. He towers over you with his arms crossed, the glint back in his eye and a dark smirk plastered on his face.
“Now that I have the chance to ask,” he begins, eyeing you down, “what the hell was that?”
You let out a loud scoff and cross your arms and legs, half-mirroring his stance. “I don’t think you have the right to ask that question,” you shoot back.
He shrugs. “I was just returning the favor.”
“By dry humping me in front of all of our friends?” You ask through an incredulous laugh.
“I was just dancing.”
“Oh please.” You roll your eyes and lean back on your hands. “That’s your favorite way to fuck me.”
Hoseok throws his head back and laughs loudly. “Maybe…” He drops his arms and steps forward, running his hands over your thighs. “But they don’t know that.”
You roll your eyes again, even as your core twitches involuntarily at his touch. “I’m sure they do now,” you grumble under your breath.
He chuckles, gently uncrossing your legs and leaning down so his lips graze yours. “Good,” he mutters before crashing forward and pushing you into the mattress.
You gasp, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, making you sigh and briefly debate whether or not to challenge him. A quick test of the waters and a sharp nip to your lip later, you let out a soft whimper, lowering your guard and allowing him to take complete control.
His mouth trails across your jaw and down to your neck, taking your skin between his teeth. A moan slips out when his hand dips beneath your shirt, cool fingers sending shivers down your spine. Pushing the fabric over your ribs, he dives down and leaves open mouthed kisses across your stomach, dipping his tongue into your navel before dragging it up the center of your torso. Pulling back, he yanks his shirt off, and you gaze up at him with hooded eyes, biting your lip as you raked them over his lean form.
Smirking, he reaches out and nearly rips your shirt off your body before making quick work of your sports bra, swearing only slightly when the tight fabric catches around your arms.
“Smooth,” you comment with an airy laugh as he tosses it to the side.
“Fucking hate those,” he growls, descending on your lips once again to suck the air out of your lungs.
His hand trails over your skin, and you whimper when he runs a fingertip softly over your nipple, breaking away from him with a moan. Endless nights of exploration have enlightened him to the ways your body responds to his touch, and by far his favorite is the way you completely lose control at the lightest and most gentle caresses to your chest.
“Hobi,” you sigh, feeling the heat pool between your legs as he rolls your nipple slowly between his thumb and forefinger.
He hums and kisses his way down your sternum, peppering the flesh of your breasts with flicks of his tongue and soft nips of his teeth. Your back arches when he closes his mouth over a sensitive bud, tongue moving in mind numbing circles, his hand never leaving your other breast.
Desire burns in your core, and you rub your legs together, hissing as your shorts tug against your arousal. You let out a needy moan and give his shoulder a light push, trying to get the message across.
His chuckle against your chest makes you bite your lip. “Alright, alright,” he chides, pressing a soft kiss to each of your nipples before locking eyes with you and dragging his tongue down your body to the hem of your shorts.
Your breath hitches as he runs his fingers over the ticklish space just below your stomach. Eyelids fluttering, you watch him grip your shorts and tug them, along with your underwear, off your hips.
Staring between your legs, he bites his lip and runs a finger between your soaked folds, making you whimper.
“Damn, babygirl,” he mutters, licking your slick off his digit. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”
You kick him in the arm none-too-lightly with the side of your foot, and he grins as he dives in, dragging his tongue up the length of your slit. He swallows down your arousal and gives your clit a harsh suck before pulling back in time to watch you let out a moan that twists your face in a way that makes his dick twitch noticeably in his sweats.
Licking his lips, he gazes down at you, holding you steady under the heat of his eyes. Then something registers in his face, and he suddenly pulls you up and off the bed. You shoot him a curious look as he takes your place with his head towards the foot of the bed.
“C’mere,” he says, motioning at you lazily with two fingers.
You comply and allow him to manhandle your legs until you are straddling his stomach. His hands run up your thighs, thumbs massaging circles into the junctures of your hips, before one hand grazes over your stomach, up to your chest, then back down. You yelp when he presses into your clit without warning, rubbing slow circles that have you rocking your hips against his abs as you brace yourself on his chest in a way that pushes your breasts together obscenely.
“Damn, what a view,” he remarks, and you can’t hide your flush at his downright predatory grin. With a slight cock of his head, his smile grows wider. “Look up, babygirl.”
You gasp audibly when you catch sight of yourself in the mirror that stretches the length of the bedroom wall, hair mussed, cheeks pink, and eyes hazy with need. He chuckles at your reaction and nudges you up his body until you are hovering over his face. With a touch of uncertainty, you glance down at him, but he just strokes your thigh soothingly.
“Don’t look so stressed. I got it.”
“But Hobi–“
“Just keep yourself up,” he cuts in, a slight edge to his voice.
You swallow and nod, resting your hands backwards on your waist as he shifts your thighs further apart until his nose is touching just above your slit. His breath on your wetness makes you shudder, and you aren’t prepared for the way he darts his tongue into your entrance, gathering your arousal before swiping his way up to your clit and circling it with your juices.
Your stomach clenches and you almost fall forward off the edge of the bed. You have to fight to stay upright as he repeats his actions twice more, leaving you a moaning mess above him.
“Goddamn, you taste so fucking good,” he groans, moving his hands to your ass and massaging the flesh.
You whimper, hands dropping to curl in his hair. His tongue slips over your lips and he nibbles on the flesh, making you keen. It’s almost painful the way he flicks between your folds, dipping into your entrance and kissing everywhere except where you need him. When his fingers come up to spread you so he can drag his tongue flat over your core only to stop just short of your clit, you cry out.
“Fu-uck, please,” you pant, legs shaking furiously, and you desperately want something in front of you to hold yourself up. “Hobi–“ your breath catches your throat when he slips a finger inside you, curling it at just the right angle to have you dropping down an inch.
Almost immediately he removes his hand and stares up at you with raised eyebrows. You protest at the loss of contact, but he merely pinches the back of your thigh firmly. “You better not suffocate me if you wanna come.”
You look down at him, forcing away your frustration, and nod, catching your lip between your teeth as you shift back up. Fighting away the burn in your legs, you fix your gaze on the apex of your thighs in the mirror. With a hum of approval, he pushes two fingers into your folds, and you let out a cry, flexing your stomach as you force yourself to stay upright.
He pumps his fingers at a rapid pace, drawing your clit into his mouth and sucking relentlessly. Moans fall freely from your lips as the coil of heat deep in your core grows to an unbearable ache.
“Hobi, fuck, I’m gonna–“
But just as you prepare to ride out the waves of your release, he drops his hand, and you tumble backwards down the mountain of pleasure. You gasp in frustration, looking down at him helplessly.
“Why,” you whimper, barely refraining from smacking his head and pulling some of his hair out.
He tilts his head to look at you, fingers tracing your thigh and dragging your wetness over your skin. Without responding, he holds your weakening gaze and presses kiss after kiss to your clit, making you pant through short shocks of pleasure. Core clenching around nothing, you run a quivering hand through your dampening hair as your heart pounds and your thighs scream.
“H-Hobi,” you say, voice audibly shaking.
“Yes, babygirl?” You can feel his breath, hot against your inner thigh.
“I n-need to hold o-onto something,” you breathe, the burn in your legs bordering on nauseating.
“You need it?” He inquires, and you let out a whimper of affirmation. “And I need a new sound system for the studio, but you don’t hear me complaining.”
His retort has you whining in protest, but you are cut off by his tongue once again licking into your folds, and your mind flatlines as you fight against the cry of your muscles. His tongue draws figure eights along your entrance, and you can’t help but rock your hips across his face, whimpering every time his nose brushes near your clit.
“Fuck,” you moan, long and drawn out, when he moves north and abuses your nub with quick flicks, pace increasing and decreasing randomly. The pace of your hips quickens, and you bury your hands in his hair, eyes fixed almost unseeingly on your reflection.
He grunts into your folds, and the vibrations sending your eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure builds for a second time. Tightening your grip on his locks, your moans grow louder and more earnest as you chase your high, rutting your core onto his tongue.
But just as you begin to tip, he draws back, and this time you crash down from your almost-climax, slumping forward until you are precariously supporting yourself on the edge of the bed with a shameless whine.
“Hobi!” You wail, shudders wracking your body.
“I’m here,” he shoots back, almost mockingly, but you are too far gone and desperate to attack him with any of the hefty handful of comebacks you have stored away in that special compartment of your brain.
“Look at yourself,” he mutters against your skin, and you force your eyes back on your reflection, taking in how your stomach clenches and your thighs shake around his head. Your eyes look completely gone, and the image makes you dizzy. “You look so fucking gorgeous like this, do you really think I’m just gonna let you come?”
You can only whimper, eyes squeezing shut. “Please, Hobi, please,” you beg, trying to push yourself into his face.
A harsh smack bounces off the walls as his palm comes into contact with your ass, making you cry out loudly. “Nuh-uh,” he growls, gripping your flesh, “Stay. Up.”
Gathering yourself, you try to steady your breathing. “Hobi…”
“Hm?” His tongue licks a stripe over one of your outer lips, and your head spins.
“Hobi, I s-swear to god, I really will suffocate you i-if you don’t let me h-hold onto something.”
You feel his huff of silent laughter against your clit. “Are you threatening me?”
“I’m warning you–“ you break off with a cry as he latches onto the sensitive nub and sends stars across your vision.
Your thighs begin to give out as you grind your hips into his tongue, one hand tangling in your hair, the other grasping at your breasts, desperate to hold onto something, anything. As his tongue continues its onslaught, your stomach tightens. Your breath catches in your throat as you lose control, letting your full weight fall on his face as you chase your high.
Another sharp slap lands against your hip, ripping you from your haze as the pressure disappears, and you sob as the pleasure ebbs to a dull throb, core clenching violently. You quickly shift to the side when he gives you another smack, revealing his highly unamused expression boring into you as he catches his breath.
Equally winded, you fall against the sheets with a broken moan, legs screaming in painful relief. “I warned you.”
In a split second, his sweats and briefs are on the floor. You whimper as he yanks you back onto quivering knees and spins you to face the mirror, forcing your chin up so you can see him hovering behind you. His tongue runs up the side of your neck until he is sucking at the spot behind your ear, making you keen. Taking your lobe into his mouth, he rolls the flesh between his teeth.
“You really want to come that bad?” His grip on your hip tightens.
“Please,” you moan out, fingers bent around his forearm, thighs shaking. There is no way you will be able to keep yourself upright.
He chuckles into your ear, smoothing his palm over your quivering thighs. “I got you,” he whispers before hooking his arm firmly around your waist, supporting you.
Dropping his hand from your chin, he reaches down to dip into your entrance, feeling your wetness between his fingers. He lets out a groan, and you are suddenly aware of his hardened cock pressing into your ass. Normally, you would have given your hips an experimental wiggle, but the cloud in your mind is heavy, and your limbs are too strung out to do anything but submit. Instead, you let your head fall forward, panting as he drags his finger between your folds, circling your clit lightly.
But then his hand is gone, and you cry out. “Fuck. You. Hoseok,” you sob, flinging your head back and digging it into his shoulder, doing your best to glare at his reflection.
“That’s more like it,” he hums, before latching onto your neck and sucking a hickey into the soft skin. His hand dives back down, barely grazing your clit before plunging two fingers into your wetness.
You clench around the digits, moaning when he curls them into your walls. The arm around your waist shifts, and you feel pressure on your nipple as he rolls the bud gently between his fingertips the way you liked it, the way that has your breath leaving you in needy whimpers. The sensation is intense, but it is not enough, and you whine.
“Hm? What is it? What do you want?” His voice is low, taunting.
You can’t formulate a response, eyes rolling back as he removes his fingers to rub tight circles over your clit. A loud moan fills the room as you buck your hips into his hand.
“You want my cock, babygirl?” He breathes, nuzzling into your ear. “Want me to finally fuck you?”
You nod violently against his shoulder, digging your nails into his arm.
“Please.”
With a growl, he grips your hips and guides you down onto his cock in one swift motion, groaning into your ear when his hips meet your ass. The sound you let out is a mixture of satisfaction and discomfort as he stretches you, and you clench around him, making him hiss.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, and you can feel him swallow as he nuzzles into your neck.
“Hobi…” Your voice is ragged, and you meet his eyes in the mirror so he can see the unfiltered need in your own, mustering just enough coherency to push your hips back against his.
He draws back in response before snapping forward roughly, and you let out a long, drawn out moan as he starts a relentless pace. The arm around your waist tightens so he can bounce you on his cock, while his other hand roams your body, slipping over your curves.
“Shit, Hobi,” you gasp and reach up to thread your fingers in his hair, eliciting a pleasured groan from his lips as they find purchase on your shoulder.
Your eyes glaze over as you watch the scene in the mirror, barely recognizing the flushed and completely fucked out person staring back at you. Hair plastered to your forehead, crimson marks painting your neck and shoulders, body trembling from the force of Hoseok’s thrusts, you can only gaze at the image and whimper loudly, eyes inevitably falling shut.
For what feels like the millionth time, the pleasure begins to peak, and your voice cracks with the telltale sign that you are close, his grunts in your ear spurring you on.
“You close?” He growls.
“Yes,” you choke out, tightening your grip in his hair. But then his hips slow a fraction, and your eyes snap open. “No, fuck, god, please, don’t stop, I’m going to kill you,” you sob, voice broken and slurred, your entire body vibrating with the need to find your release.
Grunting, he suddenly pushes you forward until your ear is against the mattress. With your ass in the air, he resumes his punishing pace, his hand traveling up your back to find purchase in your hair and press your head further into the sheets.
The fabric muffles your cries as the new angle allows him to hit the sensitive spot within you, each thrust leaving you breathless and begging as your nails dig into your palms.
“Please, please, please,” you chant, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes as your cheek ruts against the mattress.
Hoseok growls above you, landing a sharp, but not painful, slap on your ass. “Words, babygirl,” he pants, voice low and gravelly.
You can barely form a coherent thought, but you manage to force the words out of your ruined lips. “Please,” you breathe, “please make me come.”
“Good girl.”
You barely registered the pleased smirk on his face in the mirror before his hand is snaking around you and locating your clit.
It is barely ten seconds before you are crashing headlong into your orgasm, convulsing around his cock with a broken moan. The pleasure blinds you, flooding your limbs, and you clutch at the sheet, knuckles white and legs shaking violently. He continues to thrust into you as your body goes limp, chasing his own high, and you sob at the stimulation, prompting him to pull out and finish himself on your back with a strangled groan. You whimper as his release hits your skin, a shiver running up your spine.
Stars dance behind your closed lids as you try to catch your breath, too spent to even pull your legs out from under yourself, though they scream at you. But you feel a palm run soothingly over the side of your thigh, and you let Hoseok stretch you out until you are flat on your stomach, relief surging through your muscles.
“Thank you,” you whisper, and you feel his lips press into to the back of your thigh before his weight lifts off the bed.
You are slowly slipping into unconsciousness when a damp cloth runs over your back. Opening your eyes, you see Hoseok toss the cloth into the hamper before returning to help you roll onto your back. He fixes you with a smile and falls with a thud next to you, shifting so he can hover and press several kisses to your lips. You sigh, wanting to reach up and touch his face, but your arms refuse to cooperate.
“You ok?” He inquires, cradling you against him, trailing a hand up and down your limp arm.
You exhale heavily, eyes flitting shut. “I can’t move.”
He smirks against your shoulder. “I’m sorry…I warned you,” he murmurs, and you roll your eyes behind closed lids.
“Shut up,” you retort, mind slowly starting to clear. Opening your eyes, you come face to face with his huge, cheeky grin, and you can’t fight the weak “fuck you” that leaves your lips. But that just makes his smile grow, and he captures your lips once more before moving to locate his briefs.
“Are you hungry?” He asks, pulling the fabric up his honeyed thighs, and even though you are completely spent, the image still sends a jolt between your legs.
“Not gonna lie, Hobi, I’m not much of anything right now,” you reply in complete deadpan, and he laughs loudly.
“Well, I’m hungry. Do you want me to stay with you?” His question comes with a serious crinkle of his forehead, and you manage to shake your head.
“No, do what you want,” you mutter, closing your eyes once again. You really just want to sleep, even if you knock out completely exposed on top of the comforter.
“Ok.” Hoseok chuckles. “Find me when you can move again?”
You hum, peeking at him through your heavy lids.
His smile paints his face once again, and he pulls his sweats on before bending to cradle your face between his palms, pressing gentle kisses across your face until he reaches your lips, lingering there for a long moment.
“I love you,” he whispers against your mouth, and your own smile tugs at your eyes.
“I love you, too,” you whisper back, and you swear he radiates sunshine as he pecks your forehead and prances out of the room.
A split second later, you hear him belting out a terrible rendition of something you’re sure is a Top 40s track you didn’t recognize as he shuffles around the kitchen.
Letting his chirping voice wash over your lead-like body, you stare up at the ceiling with a weak incredulity, forever unable to process how the man-child outside the room is the same man who can leave you wrecked and unable to move on your own bed.
It is truly the contradiction of the century.
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Star Struck - Epilogue
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Description: (Y/F/N) was going to be a movie star if it was the last thing she ever did! She dropped out of College, and moved to Los Angeles, California in order to follow this dream, working at a 80’s themed diner in order to pay her bills, and rooming with a wonderful - sex addicted - roommate. Jeon Jeong-guk wants to be a star! A popstar, a singer- you name it! And he’s damn good at it too. He could sing better than any of his friends, so in an attempt to get discovered he moved to Los Angeles, California to live with his friend, Kim Taehyung. It was there where he met his new neighbor Clara, who -in an attempt to bring him Welcome Cupcakes, covered him in the tasty treat- immediately became the only thing on his mind at all times.
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The flashing from the cameras were blinding and overwhelming as (y/n) took Jeongguk’s hand that he had offered to help her out of the car. She took it and stepped out carefully, not wanting to ruin the elaborate chignon her hair had been put into hours before. Her lilac colored tea length dress brushed against the door as she stepped out, more flashes following. She smiled happily, not sure where to look to which camera to look at. Her name was called millions of times as she was led down the red carpet. Her arm was hooked with Jeongguk’s as they made their way down the carpet stopping every few feet for a series of pictures and occasionally an interview with a reporter.
They were nearing the end of their walk when they were led over to a reporter.
“And now we have the lady of the hour, (y/f/n),” she said looking at the camera before her, turning to face the two of them giving a smile. “You look very lovely, as does your date.”
“Thank you, we had a lot of fun experiencing our first ever premiere appointments. Who knew there were so many time consuming things to be done.”
The reporter let out a small laugh before asking a few questions trying to get in as many as possible.
“One more question,” she began. “You’ve probably been hearing this one all night, but in regards to the scandal that happened mid-filming, were you ever worried about what that meant not only for your spot on the cast but also for the filming?”
She gulped taking a second to gather her thoughts, “I was worried at first. You know being a rookie and all, there wasn’t a guarantee that everything would eventually blow over or just settle down. The thought of being recast definitely crossed my mind more than once and I was worried that if that were to happen refilming the entire movie. It wasn’t easy and it didn’t really help my own position as a ast member, but I hope my acting in this movie can speak for the decisions made on keeping as a cast member.”
The reporter nodded and gave them a warm smile before they were ushered off to the theatre.
~~~
Jeongguk and (y/n) were led to a set of seats directly beside Dongjun and an older woman - who they could only assume was his date.
“Hi,” (y/n) greeted as she and Jeongguk took their seats.
Dongjun smiled and greeted them, motioning to his date, “This is my mother, Margaret Kim. Mom, this is (y/n) my co-star and her boyfriend, Jeongguk.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” she said, extending her wrinkled hand.
“The pleasure’s ours,” (y/n) said, giving her a smile as she recognized the older woman.
Taking their seats they began to talk amongst themselves waiting for the screening to start. Before long the lights dimmed and the opening credits began. Jeongguk’s hand found its way into (y/n)’s and held it tightly as they began watching the film.
~~~
As they filed out of the theatre, Dongjun called out to (y/n).
“Can you guys stay with her while I go and get our car? I don’t want her to get lost in the crowd and wind up getting hurt.”
The two agreed leading the older woman to a bench near one of the exits.
“I’m glad you two ended up together,” the old woman voiced once seated. “You make a lovely couple and it’s very clear you both care deeply for each other. My friend, Marjory, always kept bringing how much you two reminded her of my husband and I. That old hag was right about that. You two are almost identical to how we were back in the day.”
Jeongguk smiled at her, “What exactly about us?”
“My husband and I also blew bubbles in that very park on our first official date. Not to mention how many times we went to that restaurant for lunch dates.”
“What did he do then?”
“He was a songwriter. He would write me songs every now and then. You’re a singer too aren’t you Jungle?”
“Jeongguk,” he corrected laughing at the cute mess up, “and I am a singer, yes.”
Just as she went to make another comment Dongjun appeared before them, “Ready to go?”
She nodded, standing up slowly before bidding a goodbye to them, “Best wishes to the both of you.”
Walking off, Jeongguk watched as she left the building, “We should head out too.”
(y/n) nodded in agreement, “Yeah, if I stay a bit longer I’m gonna fall asleep standing up.”
Letting out Jeongguk took her hand and began leading her out of the building, cameras flashing as they walked out. She knew without a doubt that there would be at least an article written about their ‘more than friendly’ hand holding by the next morning, but that didn’t matter. She was happy and that was all that mattered.
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All assumptions were correct. The next articles surrounding a speculated romance began circulating the net. With there being no proper reason to sweep it under the rug, both Jeongguk and (y/n) decided to confirm the news, which caused more attention to be thrown their way. Opting to attempt to keep a low profile, the two often met up in each other’s apartments, watching a movie or arguing about who was behind the mask in the Masked Singer. Occasionally the two would sneak out, trying their hardest to blend in with regular people at the park or at restaurants, ultimately failing and being swarmed by fans.
On one occasion, they had managed to go unnoticed on their journey to the agency. Jeongguk had found a route that kept him out of sight and out of the main population. Though longer than the route most would take, being out of sight was something he had began to value ever since his recent fame by the hands of he media.
“Are you sure no one is going to follow us through here?” (y/n) asked looking behind her down the closest alleyway. “Let me rephrase that, are you positive we won’t run into some drug deal and end up dead in a dumpster?”
“Positive,” he answered, his hand intertwined with hers pulling her with him. “Come on I really want to show you a new song of mine.”
Moving more quickly, the two soon made it to the building unseen. Practically running to the recording studio, Jeongguk soon pushed (y/n) into a seat and placed a seat of headphones on her head. Pressing a few keys on the computer in front of him, he opened a file and made a few adjustments before looking at her and giving an ‘okay’ sign to which she gave a thumbs up - thinking that was what he wanted. Turning back around, he pressed another key and the sound of piano playing surrounded her.
“When things were so hard that I was tired of living, when nothing was going my way. When I hadn’t even seen my family, and even I wasn’t important to myself, In this world where one must have more, In order to continue with love, all of my life, you are all of my life.
“When I look at myself, I changed so much after meeting you. I began to have dreams, and I wanted to make your dreams come true too. In order to do that, I had to go up higher, I had to have more things. Just when I had everything, my dreams became bigger than love.
“All of my life, when I was struggling. You are all of my life, you filled me up. I tried filling myself up with other things, all of my life, you are all of my life. But I couldn’t be filled.”
The song stopped and she opened her eyes - not realizing they had even closed. She looked at Jeongguk and let out an emotional sigh.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she whined, lifting her hands to her eyes attempting to wipe the tears that had begun to form in her eyes.
He removed the headphones and cupped her face, “You are all of my life (y/n).”
She sniffled, her eyes blinking back tears, “You’re all of mine too but I don’t think I can take this emotional roller coaster everytime you show me one of your songs.”
“You’re the one that said you wanted to listen to them first!”
“Yeah, but not cry!”
He rolled his eyes playfully placing a kiss on her forehead, “You’re such a baby.”
“So what Jungle.”
“Hey!”
A/N: Not exactly sure how I feel about this ending, but I do like how this fic turned out over all. I am a lot more confident in this fic than I have ever been. Truth be told, I have written and scrapped a plethora of different Jungkook fanfics. I definitely owe @iamthecabbage the world for giving me this plot to write. Knowing that I was once reading it as a Kim Namjoon fanfic on a google doc waiting for updates and for the bubbles to make an appearance really does shock me because now it’s Jungkook. I honestly can’t thank you enough Cabbage. Let’s make through senior year without stabbing or biting each other and raise a happy Mango (@huffledor33)!
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The Wonderland Star System
You have now entered: The Wonderland Star System.
This star system is very . . . unique. It and its inhabitants have their own rules of logic. Not even mathematics and physics work the same way there. Imagination is a force of energy that can be manipulated and tapped into just like gravity or weather. Things that make sense to us are nonsense in the Wonderland Star System and things that make sense in the Wonderland Star System are complete nonsense to us. The primary official languages of the Wonderland Star System are Gibberish, Pig Latin, and Gobbledygook, but I have took the liberty of translating all the tales from the Wonderland Star System into English for your enjoyment.
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Return to the Starlink Intergalactic Navigator.
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Youngjae (GOT7), the White Rabbit.
Lia (itzy), the Doormouse.
Irene, the Queen of Hearts.
Suho, the King of Hearts.
Taeyeon, the White Queen.
Jeongyeon, the White King.
San, the Jabberwock.
Taehyung (BTS), the Caterpillar
Woosung, the Cheshire Cat
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JUNGKOOK X READER PART 2 - Is this real life or am I in a drama?
Part 2 of my little Jungkook x Reader story. For all who need a recap of Part 1: You are a young vet, just trying to make your way home from work when suddenly Jungkook falls right into your car, taking refuge from a group of sasaengs. You give him a ride home and he exchanges contact details with you, promising to stay in touch.
The prompt for part 2 is: “It’s pouring rain, why are you here?”
For the next few days, all you could think about was that meeting. It still seemed so very surreal. And you didn’t even dare tell anyone about the incident, because who would really believe you? Even your best friends and work colleagues would just raise and eyebrow and shake their heads most likely. Such things simply didn’t happen to people. They were part of k-drama scripts or popular web toons and after a week, you did start to wonder if it had all been some kind of strange dream.
But exactly that evening, when you had just come out of the shower to enjoy a cup of tea and a new episode of your favourite show, your phone beeped with a new Kakao Talk message. You gave your phone a lazy glance and then almost dropped your mug when you saw it was from none other than Jungkook.
JK: “I’m sorry for the late reply, Miss Vet. Things got kinda hectic. But I have not forgotten my promise. I still owe you that thank you.”
You had to reread that message a few times and for a second you wondered if it was a scam perhaps, but who else would now about that event but him? For a second you wondered what to answer before typing:
Y/N: “No problem. You are an idol after all. And you did already thank me.”
It took only a few seconds until his answer popped up.
JK: “It still doesn’t feel like enough.”
Wow, did he know how cool that sounded?
Y/N: “You don’t have to worry. Really. I’m glad I could help.”
This time he took a bit longer to reply.
JK: “Do you like flowers?”
Y/N: “Yes of course. Who doesn’t?”
JK: “Which ones are your favourites?”
That one was harder to answer. You liked quite a few and just named them all, allowing him to make the final choice.
JK: “Great. Can I send them to your workplace? I don’t think florists deliver late in the evening.”
It was sweet that he was so dead set on sending you flowers as a proper thank you and while part of you was delighted, the other part wondered how to explain the bouquet to your colleagues at the vet office. Still, you typed in your adress and sent it out.
From then on you thought the conversation would end, but apparently Jungkook was in a talkative mood. He revealed that he had a free evening and was just relaxing on the couch with a good meal, before asking you what you were up to. You told him about the drama and he suggested watching at the same time, sharing comments through text.
You had never done anything like it before, least of all with a stranger, but Jungkook seemed so nice and it didn’t feel so intimidating to write with an idol over messages. And after the first few shared comments, you actually started to really enjoy it. You two ended up talking throughout the entire episode, which was almost an hour long and then even half an hour on top until Jungkook announced that he was heading to bed. Noticing the time, you realized it was time to hit the pillows yourself.
But as you laid there in your bed, you kept reading through the chat history, as if making sure it was still real. Especially that “Goog Night” with the cute little emoji brought a smile to your face, before you finally turned off the night light.
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For the next two weeks, he kept writing texts every other day. Sometimes it was just a random “How are you?” or a comment to your recently posted Kakao Story that he didn’t dare post publicly. But sometimes he would ask if you were watching that drama again to share comments in real time. It had become kind of a ritual when the third week started and a day without his messages felt weird. You still couldn’t tell anyone about it, but your friends and colleagues did start noticing your smiles and your eager grabs for the phone. But whenever they teased, you just said it was some guy online. Their would never believe the truth and you didn’t want to put Jungkook in trouble either. You had seen how crazy his fans could be, so the last thing he needed was your chats to become the topic of online gossip. Besides, it was kind of exhilarating to have a secret like that. At this point, you had already totally forgotten about the flowers.
During the fourth week of knowing Jungkook, you were staying late at the clinic, taking your regular night shift to take care of your little patients. You had just made your rounds, giving all the animals their medicine and checking on their bandages, before sitting down in the reception area, in case of emergencies coming in. But it was a super quiet evening, so you took out your phone. Almost on cue, a message popped up: “Finished work?”
Y/N: “Nope, having a night shift today.”
JK: “Oh, sounds tough.”
Y/N: “Not really. It’s quiet tonight.”
Nothing came after that and you put the phone away again, turning your head to the entry, the glassdoor giving you a perfect view of the rain shower outside. It really was coming down hard today. Bored, you took another round visiting your furry patients, giving them an extra round of cuddles. Suddenly the sound of the door tore through the hallway and you were quick to place the cat with the broken paw down to go and check on the new arrival.
You were utterly stunned to see Jungkook standing in the half opened door, dripping wet and with a huge bouquet of your favourite flowers in hand.
“It’s pouring rain! Why are you here?!”, you exclaimed, approaching him with a shake of your head.
“Well, florists dont deliver at this hour.”, he said cheekily with a shrug. “So I came personally.”
He held out the dripping bouquet to you, which you took gratefully, enjoying the heavy fragrance of the flowers.
“You really shouldn’t have, but thank you. They are gorgeous.”, you said, sending him a smile, before inviting him to the staff room.
“Let me make you a tea and grab you a towel.”
“You got coffee instead?”, he asked, running a hand through his hair. It had changed color, you noticed, though you also instantly thought that you prefered it black.
A few minutes later you came back with a small towel and a steaming cup of coffee, taking a seat across from him at the small table. The entire room was tiny, but it was enough for the team.
“So this is where you work, huh?”
“Yeah, it’s a good place. It has nice people and I like how we truly take our time for each patient.”, you explained. You knew that not every clinic was like that, having done internships elsewhere during your studies.
“Aren’t you busy though?”, it was now your turn to ask him a question.
“I am most nights, but we do get our time off as well.”, Jungkook replied. “Our agency is a good place too.” You nodded, having read up a bit about Big Hit since your meeting with one of their idols. You also realized that you did know and enjoy quite a few of BTS’ songs, even though you had never been able to put a face to them. Now you enjoyed them even more.
“Do you want a tour?”, you asked, after a minute of silence fell between you, during which Jungkook tried to dry his hair. He agreed with a nod, before following you around. There wasn’t much to show, but he did spend some time in the patient rooms, giving the animals some pets and cuddles. He was good with them, you notcied and they seemed to like him in return.
“You have two cats at home, right?”, he asked, his hand still stroking a fat tabby, who was at the clinic because of stomach problems. The owner insisted something was wrong with him, even though you had determined that he just needed a change in food and a consistent diet.
“Yeah, Mr. Paws and Pogi.”, you replied. “I got them both from here, when the owners didn’t want them anymore.”
Jungkook’s eyes snapped to you, one of his eyebrows raised. “People do that?”
“Sometimes, unfortunately. Mr. Paws has a missing paw, ironically. We had to amputate it and the owner thought his cat would need special treatment because of it. And Pogi just needs regular medication and special food.” Small things really, but some owners just couldn’t handle it.
“I saw pictures of them and I never notcied the missing paw.”, Jungkook said.
“I don’t make a point of making it the focus on pictures.”
You ended the tour back in the staff room, where Jungkook took his coffee for a few sips, the drink instantly helping to warm him up.
“I have to miss our drama this friday.”, he suddenly announced. “So you have to give me detailed updates or at least a good summary.”
“You could just watch the rerun online.”, you suggested.
“It’s no fun alone. So unless you can wait a day for the new episode...”
“I make no promises, since the last episode ended on a cliffhanger.. but I’ll try to be patient.” He smiled at your humor, but you were serous. The show was more enjoyable with him.
“How did you get here?”, you eventually asked.
“I took a cab, but told them to let me out in front of a restaurant nearby. From there I walked.” In the pouring rain no less. Probably so the cab driver wouldn’t tell where he went. It was a clever ruse, but it was a shame that it was even necessary.
“Need a ride home?”, you asked. “I think I’m not a bad driver and I have some minor experience with idol passengers.”
His smile grew even wider at that. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“But I do stil have to work for an hour before I can take my break.”, you said, glancing at the clock on the wall.
“Just a break? What time do you go home?”
“This is just like a hospital with normal night shifts. Usually they are covered by our senior staff, but because some are on holiday, the task falls to me. So today, I’m staying till 7am. But I get the next day off.”, you explained. Those almost 24 hour shifts were draining, but rare, so you didn’t mind them at all.
“Oh, I think I will need loads of coffee to make it until 7am...”, he said.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I might as well keep you company. That will be the perfect way to show my gratitude.”
“You really don’t have you...”; you started.
“I have a free day tomorrow as well, so I don’t mind.”, he insisted casually. “Besides, we get a chance to talk about that drama in person. It’s easier than typing.”
You still didn’t get why he wanted to stay. Somehow you could not imagine that it was because he simply started to enjoy your company through your online talks.
For almost the whole night, you just talked and drank copious amounts of coffee. He followed you on your patrol rounds, helping you with minor tasks whenever he could. And although it was strange, it was the best night shift ever. Most of the time, it didn’t feel like you were hanging out with an idol, but just with a really nice guy. A really handsome one at that.
“This is nice.”, Jungkook said, voicing what you had been thinking. “But I do need another coffee.”
“You could also just take a nap.”, you offered. “I’ll wake you before it’s time to go.” It was already 4 am at this point.
He seemed to think about the offer. “Ok, but we will grab some breakfast together to make up for lost time.”
Did he really feel like he owed you all this time? You weren’t quite sure what to answer, so you just nodded and went to grab him a blanket. There was a small sofa in the staff room specifically for the nightshift or patients who could not see blood.
“Goodnight, Jungkook.”
“Goodnight, Y/N”
Hearing it live was so much better than reading his text you decided. And with a smile you made yourself another coffee to last the remaining hours.
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It Consumes Me
A BTS/Kim Namjoon Fanfiction
Summary: The minute he laid eyes on her he knew she was the one. But love is a battle of the mind and the heart, and when the voices in your head start winning, how can your heart possibly compete with a choice that consumed you before the very start…
Type: Angst/Love
Disclaimer: This story contains strong themes. Should a chapter be potentially triggering, it will be stated beforehand. (This chapter contains more direct reference to triggering subjects, most prominently EDs)
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Chapter 5
You peer nervously from Namjoon to Jungkook, feeling your legs shake a little when you stand to greet him, keeping Namjoon’s hand tucked tightly in your own and you feel him do the same with yours as you bow to the other guy, attempting a warm smile after realising that he was someone clearly important to the man beside you with how scared he’d seemed to introduce you to him.
‘Its…uh, its nice to meet you, Jungkook-sshi.’ You say, cursing your voice for sounding so quiet as a result of your uneasiness at the sudden turn of events, panicking when you suddenly feel light-headed, grabbing Namjoon’s hand tighter in response to make sure you don’t fall, and seeing him turn to look at you in your peripheral vision with slight concern .
‘I wish I could say I’ve heard a lot about you, y/n. But in actual fact, I only learned of your connection to Namjoon-hyung this evening. …although I must say, since I pulled the secret of your existence out of him, he hasn’t stopped talking about you...’
Its that tiny tit-bit of information that Jungkook finishes on that centers you in your dizziness and brings you back to the present, the smile that appears on your lips going unnoticed to yourself as you turn your head to look at the angel beside you.
‘Is that right?’ you ask, knowing you’d use this information to tease Namjoon for a long while after this moment, especially with the way his cheeks tinge pink in his embarrassment at being caught talking about you without you being there.
‘Yah, did you have to say that?’ he complains at his friend, his almost instant reaction of protest causing you to grin and break out into laughter as you lean into him, closing your eyes as you momentarily touch your forehead to his shoulder, taking the quickest drag of his scent into your lungs before tilting your head up once more to look at him, only to see him already peering down at you.
There is a momentary pause as the two of you watch each other, both feeling yourselves sink into the other, the clasp of Namjoon’s fingers around your own making your heart race as your gaze flickers to his lips, lingering for only a second before you’re alerted to an awkward cough made by Jungkook.
‘Uh, so, Hyung says you were spending the evening studying, y/n?’
You can feel your cheeks heating all over again as you quickly divert your attention to Jungkook, continuing to feel Namjoon’s gaze on you as you reply.
‘Ye-ah…yeah, I’ve got an assignment on Murukami to finish for a seminar at the end of the week. But to be honest I’ve spent the last hour reading the same page over and over again and none of it is sinking in.’ you explain, pulling a slightly aggravated face at yourself as you look over your papers spread on the desk in front of you, although the feeling dissipates almost immediately when Namjoon pulls you into his side and slips his arm around your waist for comfort.
‘Well maybe you need a break from it for a moment…and what do you know, you’ve got two willing volunteers to help you relax for perhaps just an hour?’ the man clutching you suggests, raising a single eyebrow in the most seductively intense way that you almost want to jump him there, before you reason with yourself that that would really make a disturbance in the library.
It’s after a few seconds more of staring at him that you realize you hadn’t replied, licking your lips nervously as doubt over finishing your assignment in time begins to seep into your mind. However, you already knew from your racing heart and the tightening of your chest that demanded you follow him to the ends of the earth, that you were about to do anything he said.
‘You promise it’ll just be for an hour?’ you ask timidly, subconsciously biting your lip, but having your attention bought to the nervous habit when his thumb is softly trailing over your lip and pulling the flesh from your teeth, the sight of his wide grin and soft voice swimming in your vision as your heart gives in to his wants.
‘Are you really doubting me?’
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It was only as you were walking away from the river path that had streamed down from the university and toward a little street of back-alley restaurants after Jungkook had made a comment about how hungry he was, that the concept of bunking off for a little while with Namjoon began to seep into tones of blackness and dislike.
You could already feel your palms growing clammy, and as much as you’d tried to stifle it, the rumbling in your stomach had grown three-fold the minute the scent of fried chicken and various sesame oil-soaked noodles had hit your nostrils 100 yards back.
Eyes scanning the shop fronts in desperate search of a cute little café to save you, you couldn’t help but be thankful that peak rush hour was only just beginning to ease off, the distractions of multiple bright car lights and the sound of horns and revved engines keeping Namjoon’s attention away from you…
…or so you thought.
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Namjoon
You’d noticed her palms grow clammy the minute Jungkook had lead you both from the river path and up towards one of the guys’ favourite restaurant haunts- the secluded, hidden in plain sight location, housing plenty of food joints with private seating being perfect for all of their needs. At first he’d assumed it was due to his profile and the attention it might bring to them if they were to be spotted, but it had only taken him half a second to remember that as far as he was concerned, she was unaware of the vast, chaotic nature of his life, and after that he couldn’t help but watch her curiously, overly aware of her and her reactions to try and work out what was making her so uncomfortable.
‘Chicken or bbq?’ Jungkook asks from up ahead, turning with a grin on his face as he gestures to the different restaurants either side of him, laughing at y/n appearing amazed by the hidden gem of a street, but you can see the tightness in the smile that forces its way onto her face as she responds.
‘I’m down for wherever has coffee!’
As an instinctive response you grin at her comment, your heart fluttering in your chest when she turns to see your reaction, and despite your concern for her you still find yourself in awe of her beauty…in awe of everything that was so utterly her.
‘uhh…well I don’t think either of these places does particularly good coffee-‘ Jungkook goes to explain, an apology in his tone of voice, but you’d already come up with a small plan of action in your head.
‘Its okay, Jungkook-ie, take y/n to the bbq place and I’ll run and grab some coffee from Holly’s-‘
‘Wait! Namjoon, you don’t have to do that-‘ she immediately goes to protest, but you quickly silence her with a touch of your lips to hers, the temptation to stay there almost overwhelming you before the voice in your brain that was excited to please her takes control once more and you step away with a teasing smile.
‘Black, no sugar. …go with Jungkook; I wont be a minute.’
Smothering a laugh at her dumbfounded expression, you quickly turn away to backtrack on yourself slightly, jogging back around the block to the coffee shop that would have appeared before had the three of you continued down the river path and quickly ducking in, being thankful that it wasn’t particularly busy at that time of night.
After ordering her drink, you stand at the counter with your hood pulled low, scuffing your shoes a little on the floor, ears immediately tuning into the conversations of the few people sat at tables in the café, the chat of one pair of girls particularly peaking your interest.
‘She missed first period again today, that’s two days in a row now- and she bunked off of fifth period the day before that; if she’s not careful she’ll get pulled into the head teacher’s office…-‘
‘I don’t think she’d be that worried about the principle; we both known what her dad is like since her mom died. …God knows what would happen if he found out she’d been missing school...’
With a feeling of pity for the unknown girl in the conversation, Namjoon thanks the server for the take-out cup as he passes it to him, turning towards the door, and walking out without looking back-
-but not before he could tune into the next part of the story.
‘She looks so small these days…Its like she’s slowly disappearing…’
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Your leg wouldn’t stop jigging as you sat at the table with Jungkook waiting for Namjoon to return, politely making light conversation with Jungkook to distract yourself from the turn of events of the night, and the assignment that was going untouched in your bag. Although when you peer down at said rucksack, and glimpse the delicate bouquet of flowers poking out of the top, you couldn’t help but become momentarily distracted by their beauty.
‘So how long have you known Namjoon?’ you ask, figuring whilst he wasn’t there, you’d get the low down on why Jungkook had suddenly shown up that night, and why Namjoon had seemed so shy and embarrassed about it.
‘Ah, probably about 10 years now. I met him when I joined the agency, and he took me under his wing.’ Jungkook explains, a reminiscent smile lighting up his face as he stirs his straw through his glass of coca-cola.
‘Do you find your job hard?’ you inquire, smiling at the thought of the two of them staring at computers all day long, working hard and always striving to do their best.
‘Well its not an easy business to crack, although once you’re at the top, you begin to get used to the shows every night; its mainly just the exhaustion that never gets easier, but the amount of food you get to eat from all the dancing does make everything a lot more fun.’ He explains, chuckling as right on cue the waitress brings out the banchan for the food he’d ordered for everyone, your body tensing when you see the glorious colours, and your body inhales the sweet scent of kimchi.
But you barely focus on the food with your mind stuck on the information Jungkook had just given you, trying to process the phrases ‘shows every night’, and ‘dancing’ into a job role that didn’t imply that Namjoon was some sort of strip-club dancer- a thought that half concerned you (because he hadn’t mentioned it), and half turned you on.
‘Wait, so, what do you mean by ‘shows every night’?’ You ask politely, watching the guy across from you keenly as he begins to pick at some of the dishes.
‘Well they’re not every night, but we’ve done frequent shows over the past month because we wanted to hype up our fan-base before the comeback, but some days are easier than others; I’m hoping we get a few rest days in before we release the new album.’
You sit in a stunned silence as you let this new information sink in, the only possible solution you could conjure from the details he was giving you, being that Namjoon and Jungkook were some kind of singers or performers that by the sounds of their ‘frequent shows’ were rather popular in Korea.
‘Namjoon-hyung has definitely been working the hardest though, what with all the producing he does for the album and the international press and media releases we have to put out- has he told you yet that he can speak fluent english?- he’s amazing!’
Or perhaps they were even more popular than you had in mind.
‘Someone order a black coffee?’
Your brain is practically buzzing with information as you look up to see Namjoon stepping through the sliding doorway to the room, a bright smile on his face as he walks round to your side of the table and places your drink in front of you, touching your cheek briefly as a way of greeting you again when you thank him, before removing his jacket and shoes to make himself more comfortable.
‘So, what have you guys been talking about?’ he asks, instantly picking up a set of chopsticks to dig into the plate of kimchi set on the table, winking at you with a cheesy mouth-half-full grin before you answer him.
‘Jungkook was just telling me about how hard you’ve been working.’ You begin, watching him intently for his reaction, noting that Jungkook had picked up on the slight difference in tone of voice you were using, and seeing him looking slowly between the two of you in your peripheral vision, a slight frown of confusion between his brows.
‘It has been pretty intense lately.’ Namjoon appears to muse, continuing to graze on the small bowls on the table, but pausing with chopsticks halfway to his mouth with your next sentence.
‘He was telling me about the.... album ....you’re releasing soon.’
There’s a pause.
It almost seemed like you were all holding your breath as you wait on his response to your comment, the tension in the room only being broken when the waiter returns with the bbq platter and the extra dishes Jungkook had ordered, obviously sensing that something had happened as he occasionally side eyes you all as he disperses the plates, hurrying to place the meat on the grill before darting out of the room within 30 seconds and leaving you all in silence once again with the exception of the sizzling of the bbq.
‘Was he?’
It’s the way his voice cracks on the words that seems to clue Jungkook into the fact that he’d told you something he wasn’t meant to, his eyes widening theatrically as it dawns on him that you didn’t know about their job and apparent fame.
‘Mmhmm, he was telling me about all the shows you’d been performing recently.’ You mutter faux nonchalantly, sipping from your black coffee as you continue to watch the man beside you without blinking, feeling yourself get a head rush as the caffeine entered your veins and quickly grabbing the edge of the table as you feel yourself rock backwards slightly, the sudden movement forcing Namjoon’s eyes toward your hand and then up to your own gaze as he finally swallows the mouthful of food he’d been holding in his mouth for the past two minutes.
‘Im sorry.’
They weren’t the words you’d expected to leave his lips, let alone how softly they’d escaped him, or the subtle undertone of fear they rode on to reach your ears.
For a moment you were frozen in place again, your brain trying to figure out why his expression seemed so desperately afraid, but when you fail to come to a reasonable conclusion, you reach over to lay your hand on his knee, watching him worriedly.
‘Why are you saying sorry?’ you murmur back, voice almost equally as quiet as his was, and despite the fact that Jungkook had begun silently applying the vegetables to the grill in his awkwardness, you shuffle closer to Namjoon in an attempt to provide him with some comfort, hating the look of loneliness that had entered his gaze.
‘I didn’t tell you because I thought it might scare you. You’re so delicate to me y/n, I don’t want to lose you before we’ve even had a chance at being together, and I figured the magnitude of my life would be too much to deal with right away.’
The way his hand had risen up to cup your cheek half-way through him talking, his palm providing you with much needed warmth as he’d cradled your jaw so delicately, had your throat closing up as emotion had overwhelmed you. After a few moments of staring at him you stand up, murmuring a quick ‘excuse us’ to Jungkook, before smothering Namjoon’s protests at you leaving by grabbing his hand and gesturing for him to come with you.
You’re barely outside of the room and down the steps of the café, into the deserted back street behind, before you grab his head and pull his lips down to meet yours.
Your body feels like a livewire is running through it as you press your mouth desperately to his, choking on your breath as you feel his arms instantly wrap around your waist, hold becoming so tight that he’s almost lifting you off of your tiptoes in his passion. In that moment all you could comprehend was the smell of him; woody, minty, and warm, and the feel of him all around you, making every nerve ending stand to attention. And the only thought that stood out in your mind around the tumult of information you’d learned in the past 15 minutes, was that you never wanted to be anywhere else other than by his side.
‘I don’t want you to be scared.’ You murmur between kisses, finally managing to break your lips apart long enough to be able to catch his gaze, staring intently back at you as he waits for you to speak.
‘Does the idea of dating some famous guy absolutely terrify me? Definitely…for multiple reasons, but-…but none of it matters when that famous guy is you.’ You explain, smiling timidly at him, ‘since the moment I met you, I’ve felt this need to be next to you despite how terrifying that thought it to me, to find out everything about you that I can; to learn you inside and out, because to me you appear utterly fascinating- wonderful, beautiful, -I just-…God, why am I telling you all of this-‘ you trail off, realising you were rambling, completely spilling your heart to this man, and trying to put a stop to the splurge of words that wanted to fight their way from you so that he knew how special he was in your eyes, how the image of him had burned itself onto the backs of your eyelids since the very moment you’d first met him in that café.
For the three seconds of silence that followed your outburst, your entire body fills with fear, the need to recoil burning through your veins as you realize you’d laid yourself bare to him when you’d only known of his existence for just over a week. But before you could make a mad dash for it, you feel his hands cradling your face, bringing your attention to the fact that you’d closed your eyes and ducked your head in your imminent defeat as he lifts your gaze to match his, bringing your attention to the fact that his eyes were shining in the light of the restaurants slightly garish electric banner behind you.
‘Everything…you have just told me, all the ways you feel about me…I feel that way about you too, y/n- …and so much more. ….The second you walked through the door of that café the first time we met, It felt like being blinded by the sun; like my whole life had been waiting for that single moment, and the second I saw you the world made sense. Within seconds of speaking to you, of making an absolute fool of myself and seeing that it had made you laugh, I knew I wanted to be the fool for the rest of time, as long as it meant I got to see your smile for just as long.’
Your knees were knocking together, and your hand was shaking where you were holding his forearm gently, needing to be touching him in some way as you listen to his words, your thoughts falling in on themselves as your heart tries to break free from your chest, swelling beyond belief with the emotion his words held for you.
‘The life I lead…its scary, and dangerous…and secretive,…but I don’t think I could survive it alone now that I know you … this past week I’ve lived like a king; I’ve been invincible, ask Jungkook-‘
‘Oh god, Jungkook-‘ you murmur quietly, just now realising that the two of you had left him alone for the past five minutes, and hoping that he had begun eating without you so that he didn’t remain hungry.
1 point to irony.
‘I’ve felt more alive than I have since moving to the city almost ten years ago.’ Namjoon continues as you redirect your gaze to his, the feeling of a smile lingering around your lips as you tune in once again to what he had been saying. But at that point, the look on his face told you that he already knew he didn’t need to say anything else.
And as he leaned in to touch his lips to yours once more, you couldn’t help speaking the words aloud that the two of you had learned in that moment that you’d both been holding onto since the moment you’d first met.
‘Its you.’
(T.B.C)
PSA: I will upload the next chapter tomorrow, but don’t expect uploads to become regularly frequent again quite yet as i’m just letting myself go with the flow at the minute until i get back into a good rhythm :)
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Didn’t Ask For This Pt 11 Preview (Roommate!JK x OC)
PART 11 IS OUT NOW!
A/N: Sorry that I’m only posting a preview and not an actual full part! I need more time to write, but I was really eager to post something. I hope this teaser will excite you as much as it excites me!!
Summary: “I didn’t know you hated me so much,” he spoke as he grabbed my wrist and once again turned me around to face him, “and quite honestly, I don’t think I’ve done anything horrible enough for you to hate me to the degree that you do.”
“You say that like the hate isn’t mutual,” I remarked as he shook his head.
There was a bitter smile on his face as he took a deep breath, “I think you are quite honestly one of the worst human beings I’ve had to come in contact with.”
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“You can like two people at once,” I spoke with an unsure voice, “Plus, you can stop liking someone. We’re just going on dates to see where things are going. We’re not committed to one another.”
“Okay,” Jungkook nodded, a hint of impatience in his tone, “Maybe you can like two people at once.”
I nodded as the air was silent for several seconds. The only sound was the wind blowing through our hair, whistling as it passed the walls obstructing it’s path.
I couldn’t help but look over at Jungkook for a couple seconds before he pushed himself away from the edge of the building. He turned to me and took a few steps in my direction, stopping right beside me. There was barely any distance between the two of us as I dared to turn my body to face his.
“You have a fair point there,” Jungkook continued as I leaned my side against the concrete next to me. His left arm reached up to carefully snake around my waist, pulling my body to be flush against his.
My breath hitched in my throat as my eyes didn’t dare break from his beautiful ones. He didn’t smirk or even smile as he looked down at me. His face was completely serious as his mouth muttered his next few words. It was as if the wind was also shaken by his words and his tone because it began picking up after he said them.
“But can you be in love with two people at once?”
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A/N: Stay tuned! I’m shooting for the full thing to be posted tomorrow night around 10-11 CST!
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Umbra; 9
➜ being ruled by an ancient commandment, your sole purpose is to serve. you were born to protect the king with your life, tied by an everlasting oath; you are nothing but a shadow, a silent and insignificant being. he appears to you like the sun, the warmest and brightest star in the sky, and gives you a chance to live. it is then that your entire universe starts to orbit around this sun, and you decide that you are truly willing to die for him.
pairing: King!Taehyung x (f) hybrid!reader
genre: royalty au, fantasy, angst
warnings: descriptions of violence, blood, death, mistreatment and abuse that might be triggering especially on this chapter.
word count: 11.3k oh wow
A/N: I will repeat it here because some people seem to ignore the warnings. I tried to make things as brief as possible, but this chapter in special contains a particular scene that might be a trigger. I know that even the tiniest mention can make some people uncomfortable, so I’m warning you again. If you have any issue or trauma regarding abuse, proceed with caution. If you are sure that even the lightest mention might trigger you, I advise you to simply jump past Y/N’s flashback. Although the scene does not contain any explicit description and it’s not heavy at all, I don’t want to trigger anyone.
enjoy uwu.
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“It means I’ll be able to buy dresses, brother?”
Yoongi huffed, however he had a big gummy smile on his lips – a rare sight. “Chuu, you’ll be able to buy much more than just dresses.”
The girl let a high pitched, excited scream at this.
I watched with a small smile, sat a little far from them. The entire palace was euphoric that morning – and not because of the presence of Vanaheim’s Princess.
The announcement of the new work-policy has just been released.
Posts were glued on walls all over the service area, and even at the kitchen. Superiors were deemed to explain the entire situation clearly. Slowly, each servant – worker; this is how everyone should be called from now on – received a document showing their exact monthly payment according to their task. Also, the superiors had to explain (between gritted teeth) that no moral abuse or physical punishment would be tolerated, and if they wanted to keep their jobs they would have to act accordingly.
The palace was smiles everywhere.
It was barely nine in the morning, but the service area was a mess - in a good way. I heard people saying how they could be able to sustain their families now, how they could have a better life or remodel their houses, or even how they would be able to finally open their own businesses and be free from the palace. The usual quiet and serious palace was now exultant.
I looked at Yoongi and Chuu. The catman seemed slightly dizzy, as if he still couldn’t believe his eyes. Chuu was just laughing and rambling about all the pretty dresses she would buy. I looked at the shiny breaded bracelet on her wrist, which I gave her just a few days ago – and she loved it immediately.
Well... it wasn’t exactly my gift, but I hadn’t told her yet exactly who gave it.
Someone sat quietly by my side. I crossed my arms.
“I told you His Majesty is good.”
Jungkook sat there in silence, not looking at me. He watched the commotion around us. His dark eyes showed some confusion.
“How do you know he did it himself?” He asked suspiciously.
“He showed me the entire document before anyone else. It was really him.”
The rabbit-boy crossed his arms and looked at me with narrowed eyes. “Why would he show you first? Aren’t you his guardian or something?”
I could see the word “slave” passing through his mind. “He treats me like a normal person. That’s all.”
Jungkook still eyed me suspiciously. Being honest, as much as I wanted to defend Taehyung from him, I also couldn’t blame him or think he was wrong. I didn’t even need to feel auras to notice how Jungkook had deep wounds - not physical ones. I could see in his eyes, how he seemed to be angry all the time, how he barely interacted with anyone. That was a young man that learned to not trust people through pain.
I stared at him in silence for some moments.
“What’s your story, Jungkook?”
The rabbit-boy seemed even more suspicious. “Why do you want to know?”
“I want to understand you,” I said in all honesty.
Just like what I did with Yoongi, I wanted to hear Jungkook’s story. I wanted to know what lead everyone into their current feelings. Only knowing what happened with others I would be able to find out what was right or wrong.
At first, I thought Jungkook would just ignore my ask. He was erratic, difficult to approach. However, I finally noticed: he respected me. It was a mix between admiration and fear, I could tell – he knew what I am and what I can do.
It was odd. No one never feared me. In the Royal Guard, although based on the hierarchy I was just behind the General, everyone else treated me like I was in the lowest ranking. No one never displayed any kind of respect towards me, and fear was unthinkable. I was just a shadow after all...
Although I could kill all of them if I wanted. I was aware of this fact, too.
It was quite an interesting perspective.
Jungkook sat there in silence for some moments, jaw clenched. His aura felt like fire all the time – unsettled and angry. It was sad that Jungkook felt like this, because I could see that deep down, he was a good, sweet person. However, his wounds had calloused him.
I wanted to know his wounds.
“I was born as a free hybrid,” he started, voice quiet yet suppressed with a mix of anger, sadness and guilt. I could see that it was difficult for him to speak, as if there were spikes on his throat, yet he was making effort. It surprised me. How much Jungkook actually trusted me? It didn’t make much sense, since we barely knew each other. Maybe Jungkook has been alone for so long that having someone to at least sympathize with was what he needed to finally trust again. “My parents were free. We were poor, but we were happy. I didn’t know things such as pure-human supremacy back then... that is, until humans burned my village to ashes. All the adults were killed and the children were enslaved.”
Shock took over me as I heard these words. I stared at him, watched the turmoil that was his aura. The way he said that... even though he still felt pain, he was so used to it that he couldn’t even bring himself to show any reaction anymore. The pain and sadness had anesthetized him, putting him into a state of inertia. I could tell this young man hadn’t cried in a long, long time.
He was cold in the outside.
But just in the outside. His aura showed me his constant state of angriness. Jungkook was like a cursed rock; he could explode anytime.
And it was scary how I could sympathize with it.
“I have a younger sister. Her name is Heejin.” he continued, voice quiet. “We were sold to different people back then. I spent years searching for her.”
“And did you find her?” I asked hesitantly, afraid of his answer but at the same time hopeful.
Jungkook nodded and looked down to his hands resting on his lap. “I did. But... she is not the same.” He closed his eyes for a moment, as if having an ugly, painful memory. “The things she suffered, the things they did to her... it killed her inside out.”
We stayed in a solemn silence for some moments. I could imagine very well what his untold words meant. Jungkook was different from me and Yoongi: he knew the pain of loss. He already lost everything he once had, yanked from his grip at an innocent age. I didn’t understand the pain of loss. Death was nothing more than a natural happening to me. I didn’t know what it was to lose family. All dragon hybrids have little to no contact with their progenitors or any kind of information about them. I did not know my father, and my mother died giving birth – like most female dragon hybrids die.
There was a reason why so little female dragons existed.
And it also made me remember of something important that has been bothering me...
“Jungkook,” I called after some moments, trying to formulate my sentence in the most delicate way possible. “The other day, you said that your parents used to tell you things about dragons... why is that?”
It was yet another thing that made no sense. Everyone knew about The Dark Years. Everyone knew what my race did in the past. Why would his parents tell him good things such as “mighty and powerful” about us?
Jungkook looked at me, eyebrows set. His gaze darkened. Although he couldn’t hide his emotions well, in that moment I was not able to understand what his gaze meant.
And what he said next just made me more confused.
“That was the reason they died.”
I was willingly avoiding Taehyung.
It was a nearly impossible task, yet I still tried. Differently from my behavior these past months, I was covering my presence with extra care. Of course, since he could feel me through our connection using the Royal Ring, Taehyung always knew when I was near or not, but it didn’t make me stop avoiding him. I would leave the exact second my duty ended, vanishing from his presence as fast as I could. Just a few weeks ago, I would stay around him, trying to make excuses just to have a few more minutes with him...
I couldn’t do that anymore.
Being with Taehyung hurt me way too much.
I did not understand why he came to my room that night. I did not understand what the things he said meant; I did not understand why he looked at me that way, why he was so close. I simply did not understand.
But there was something I could finally understand very well:
My feelings for him were too deep.
It was more than respect and admiration. I wanted to be close to him in a way a guardian shouldn’t even consider. But I had reached a point where I didn’t care anymore about what a guardian should and should not. That inner war still happened inside of me: one side saw things with different eyes, while other side still held onto everything that was taught to me since birth. I couldn’t tell which side was winning the war.
At the same time I agreed that hybrids received an unfair treatment only in positions of subservience, me included, I couldn’t even think of leaving my guardian role. First, because it was the elves’ commandment; I, as a dragon hybrid, had an everlasting debt with the entire world, because of what my ancestors did millennia ago. Second, because Taehyung was good. He never mistreated me, never made me uncomfortable, never forced me into anything, never punished me. He showed me how freedom felt and what it was to care about more than just one person in my life.
The fact that he was so good to me was perhaps what made it hurt even more...
Yet, Taehyung was still a big mystery to me. I still didn’t know why he chose me as his guardian, why he was so adamant about it. Back then I would never question him, but I have changed. I wanted to know. I was tired of being blind and deaf, oblivious about the world around me.
And in the end, thinking about him made me somehow angry. I was tired of him making me confused, and he never confused me as much as he did when he went to my room that night. He made me uneasy, he made feel pain, he made me sad. Taehyung was betrothed, however he still went to my room that night and stood so close. Why would he do it? Why would be so close to give me what I wanted and yanked it from me right after? Why would he make me feel like flying, just to make me fall and leave me there, crying on the cool floor?
That’s why I chose that the best for me was to stay away. I didn’t feel that Taehyung felt as affected as me because of this situation; he had Princess Sana, and he spent a lot of time with her, like his mother wished. I had to stand and watch. In these moments, I would do my best to simply ignore whatever they were talking about, whatever look they were giving each other. I paid attention to anything but them, even if it meant stare at a leaf of grass for hours straight or count every single tiny crystal that adorned a chandelier in the ceiling. I counted three thousand fifty hundred and two. Twice.
It was the worst psychological torture in existence.
“Even though he's gone, I feel that he's still controlling my life.” I kept remembering what he said that night. Now, I could understand: that was “the deal” he had with his father: in exchange of his freedom in which he traveled for six years, he promised to marry Princess Sana. He negotiated it. Taehyung wasn’t wrong, for his father was somehow still controlling his life even in death. He was put into this situation forcefully. But at the same time... I couldn’t forget what Queen Seojeon said:
Look at them, Yeri. How could they not fall for each other?
In the middle of all these chaotic emotions, I felt fear. Fear that, after every date, every dinner, every walk in the gardens, every touch and smile, they would fall for each other the way his mother said. They would start “liking” each other. Yes, that type of like.
I was afraid that Taehyung would completely forget about me.
He never even considered me this way in the first place.
I was slowly starting to hate that Princess Sana. I hated her beauty. I hated her perfect smile. I hated her smooth hair. I hated her delicacy and politeness. I hated that she could be with Taehyung the way I wanted to be.
And I learned one important thing about feelings: they hurt.
I suddenly missed the times when my mind didn’t feel like an angry hurricane, when things were easier. They were monochromatic, but easier. I knew how to deal with simple physical pain, to ignore it, to shove it to the farthest corner of my mind; but no one never taught me how to deal with emotional pain. I was not trained for this.
I was also trained to avoid any kind of addiction, but chocolate was stronger than my training.
I munched the fourth chocolate cookie quietly, sat in the Orphanage’s kitchen. Of course, I didn’t come here to eat cookies – and I swear I tried to dismiss Zofia’s polite offer –, but the sweet scent was too much for me to bear. The woman looked more than happy to see me eating, and she wanted me to eat more.
Zofia was quite talkative, too. She was giving me random facts about Taehyung’s childhood for the past ten minutes. As if I wanted to think about him.
“Ah, but that boy is so strong,” she went on, a big smile on her face as she told me the story of when Taehyung and Jimin fell from the highest branch of a tree. “He didn’t even get a scratch. Taehyung is as healthy as a bull! I don’t remember a time when he fell sick!”
Jimin, sat beside me, narrowed his eyes at Zofia playfully. “Are you bashing me, mama? Just because I broke my arm that time and he didn’t?” he said, pretending to sound offended.
The woman laughed loudly and put her hand on Jimin’s shoulder. “Ah, of course not, Jimin! It’s just that Taehyung has a good health.”
“I always knew you preferred him. It’s because he’s the King now, isn’t it? You don’t love me more than him just because I’m a commoner?” Jimin whined, crossing his arms and pouting, but I could see it was all teasing.
I watched as they argued-played with each other with a puzzled expression. Jimin treated Zofia as if she was his actual mother – well, she was, since he was raised in the Orphanage. It was heartwarming to see a human and a hybrid having such a loving relationship.
We heard the noise of something crashing in the living room. Zofia immediately turned around and yelled: “Mikasa! I told you to not climb the cabinet!”
She walked in that direction at heavy steps, while the whiny voices of children echoed towards us. Jimin laughed softly, watching the woman leave.
He then returned his gaze to me.
The way that man stared at people was almost as intense as Taehyung. Maybe they learned it with each other? I could tell Jimin was suspicious and somehow intrigued by me. He did not know what my relationship with Taehyung was. Yet, he chose to keep his questions unspoken – although I could see very well on his feline eyes what he thought.
“You really liked these cookies, huh?” he said, tilting his head slightly, a lazy smile on his plump lips. I also noticed how Jimin had this flirtatious attitude. It’s not as if he was suggesting anything with me – he was married – but it seems that flirting was such a natural behavior of him that he did it thoughtlessly. It was not with words, but with stares and movements instead. I was sure he could make anyone fall for him.
I would have fallen, too, if my insides didn’t feel like frost.
“I like chocolate,” I said, shrugging. Who cares about healthy diet? I, at least, didn’t care anymore.
“Taehyung loves chocolate, too,” Jimin murmured.
And yes, I noticed very well the suggestive tone of his voice.
I decided to change the subject completely before he could say anything else, touching the paper in front of me. “So, are you sure these are all you found?”
Jimin nodded. “Yes. Seven wolf shapeshifters registered at the Tower. That’s all I found.”
I read yet again all the names and locations written on the paper. One of them should be the culprit – or at least I hoped so.
“I still wonder why Taehyung didn’t ask for it himself, though...” Jimin murmured. I stared at him seriously.
“And you’ll keep wondering.”
Jimin laughed and shook his head slightly. “Ah, alright! I already understood you won’t tell me. But a man can imagine, can’t I?”
I shrugged again, shoving another cookie inside my mouth. The sweet taste was intoxicating.
“Taehyung must be very busy with the Festival, right?” Jimin murmured, staring at nothing in particular. I nodded. That was partially the reason why I came here alone: the Dökkálfar Festivities would start the next day. Because of that, the Capital was already crowded.
The Royal Wedding would be announced the next day, too, during the Festival’s opening.
I gulped the cookie almost painfully.
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
Jimin sounded serious all of sudden, what made me look at him. His expression changed, and he approached me more, lowering his voice.
“I don’t even think I should be telling you this, but Taehyung seems to trust you, so that’s enough,” he continued, now catching my attention completely. He looked behind his shoulder for one second, checking if Zofia or any other kid was entering the kitchen, but we were alone. “There is this story going on... I think that every hybrid knows it at this point.”
“Say it already!” I rushed him, getting impatient.
“A rebellion,” Jimin said, looking at me very seriously. “I don’t know much about it, but what I heard is that this rebellion is made of hybrids. They want to start a coup d’état.”
I frowned. “That’s not new. There are hundreds or rebellions through the entire kingdom.”
“No, you didn’t understand. This is huge, Y/N.” The seriousness in his voice told me he definitely wasn’t playing. “It’s spreading, and most people that knows about it support them. They are tired of the Kim Dynasty, tired of the way hybrids are treated. I would even agree with them, but... they are aggressive. And they don’t know Taehyung, not the way we do. They don’t know he is a good person.”
A cold feeling made me shiver. Jimin was right; they didn’t know Taehyung. They probably thought he was just another evil King...
“That’s all you know?” I asked. Jimin sighed.
“Yes, unfortunately. Most people know about it, but they are being very careful. I don’t know what exactly they are planning and how they’ll make it. But please, be careful. I don’t know if Taehyung knows about it or not, but make sure to warn him. I’ve seen rebellions before... but not on this level. Taehyung has to keep safe.”
I nodded vehemently, that strong feeling of discomfort and hurry growing within me. I couldn’t stay away from Taehyung. If what Jimin told me was true...
“But, Jimin... do you know what they will do after the coup d’état?” I questioned.
Jimin exhaled deeply. “What I heard is that they will put another person to rule Ëlv’en. Someone of their choice. The chosen one, is what they are saying. An informant of mine said it is the leader of the rebellion, but he didn’t know who this person is. What really matter is: this rebellion is not just a rumor, it is real. And Taehyung is in danger.”
Taehyung is in danger.
This phrase would not leave my mind for the next days.
As I left the Orphanage (after eating two more cookies), the paper carefully folded and hidden in my clothes, I felt my mind getting more and more troubled. What if the shapeshifter I was searching for was a part of this rebellion? Their first attack didn’t work, and now they would try again. I already suspected back then that a rebellion could be behind the attack. Maybe I was right?
The only thing I was sure about is: I had to protect Taehyung more carefully than ever. I couldn’t rest now after this new information. And I also needed to visit each of these seven people in the list to make sure they were or were not the culprits.
I ran back to the palace as fast as I could. It was middle afternoon; the streets of the Capital were crowded, as it always happened this time of the year. The Dökkálfar Festival was one of the most important dates not only in Ëlv’en, but in the entire continent, when everyone thanked the dark elves for the good harvest and prayed that they would give us an even better one next year. The festivities would last for ten days.
It was not hard to go unnoticed during the festival, when the city was so full. I expected I would be able to enter the palace again unnoticeably...
But I didn't.
As I entered the great gates, General Namjoon was able to see me from far. He dismissed the soldiers he was talking to and walked towards me.
I immediately stopped and saluted.
"Where were you, Guardian Y/N?" He asked in a demanding tone. I knew Namjoon never liked me. Whenever he was at the Capital, he tried to make it very clear. As if I didn't know already...
But I was also not in the mood to be questioned.
"As you may already know, Sir General, the work policy for hybrids has changed. Now, I don't need to ask permission to leave the palace's properties during my free time, just as I did now. Since I am not breaking any rule, I don't need to answer your question regarding my whereabouts. Now, excuse me, Sir General, for I need to go back to my duties."
I bowed respectfully before leaving, not even looking back.
I could almost feel General Namjoon's angry gaze on my back. I was used to it already...
Because he knew what happened that day with his predecessor. And, just like most members of the military, General Namjoon decided to simply hate me.
It was an ugly memory I would never be able to erase.
I have just turned one quarter of cycle.
In human age, it means I am around thirteen years old.
Being honest, my routine is so busy I always forget about my age. It is something rather irrelevant for a dragon hybrid; time crawls for us at a slow pace. Although the age of thirteen is a considerable age for humans, and in some cultures it means they can do things such as get married, for a dragon hybrid, I am still barely a baby. In another words, I am weak like a baby. But things will start to change now.
I had my first bleeding two months ago.
When I woke up and saw all that blood, I almost panicked. I did not understand it; perhaps someone wounded me in my sleep? But then, I had a brief memory from my trainings in Niflheim - a special class for me, the only female. Women have monthly bleeding cycles. It means that our bodies are starting to walk into adulthood.
I don't like it. I have to clean myself all the time, and I feel dirty. It is difficult to deal with it when I use my armor and embarrassing to explain to my superiors. I am surrounded by men almost all the time, none of them can understand me or give me any aid. And what came with the first bleeding was also shocking and sudden; even though I am a baby, my physique develops in the speed of a normal human's. I have noticed how I grew in height and... well, I grew everywhere. I already had to readjust my armor three times only this year, and my clothes are becoming short.
That is not the most intense transformation in me, though.
The bleedings mark the moment a girl starts to become a woman, when their bodies are adjusting to carry the miracle of life. For a female dragon hybrid, it means more.
It is the time when the powers fully flourish and become stronger.
I can't remember how many times I destroyed things unintentionally, when I wasn't even using much strength. Magic flows through my veins in such intensity it makes me dizzy. I have dreams all the time - strange dreams that I don't understand. Suddenly, I can feel the auras of everyone around me and hear their minds, even when I don't want to, and the sensation is maddening. My sole existence became so strong that, past week, the protective spells of the palace did not recognize me; they marked me as a dangerous threat and I was almost incinerated - but it didn't happen, because not even the spells the Royal Mages put were enough to hurt me.
I don't know how to deal with all this power. I can't sleep properly, I am afraid to hurt people. There is no one to help me, no one can understand me. I have to learn how to control all this power on my own...
But what if I can't? What if because of that, my master will judge me as useless or dangerous? I will never forgive myself if it happens.
It couldn’t have happened in worst time. We are in the middle of the Dökkálfar Festivities; the city is crowded, streets so full it is difficult to walk, and as always, the Royal Family receives many visits. I am being extra careful not to mess up things. My master won’t forgive me if I end up hurting someone during this holy time of the year.
The presence of the army is heavy at the Capital, because the city is too packed and they came to help keeping the order as usual. It also explains the presence of General Matheo. I stand inside the room patiently, waiting for his arrival. I don’t know why the General has called me here – my immediate superior is General Christopher, current leader of the Royal Guard – but I came anyway without complaints. It must be something regarding King Taejun’s safety.
I hear the door opening and turn around as General Matheo enters the room. He is a tall and strong man, not exactly old, but his hair is already grizzly. He is a respected warrior not only in Ëlv’en, but around the entire continent. His acts in the past were legendary. I immediately salute him and wait for him to speak.
I frown.
Why did he lock the door?
“Guardian Y/N,” General Matheo starts, voice husky. “I called you here because I need you to do an important task.”
If it happened months ago, I wouldn’t have noticed. His voice sounds normal. He stands several steps away from me yet.
But now, I am able to feel auras.
Back then, I wasn’t able to feel it. I could feel when there was imminent danger around me, but nothing more. Although I still can’t control it well, I can feel people’s intentions.
There’s something wrong about Matheo’s aura.
It is condensed and rushed. If it was visible, I would say it was colored in a deep shade of purple.
I don’t like it.
I also don’t like the way he’s staring at me.
General Matheo steps closer. I can’t move, but I wish I could.
“You’ve really become something, Guardian Y/N. It’s been only some months...” he continues, his voice getting strangely low. He’s stepping closer and I start to feel terribly uncomfortable. Why exactly did he call me here?
“Permission to spe-”
“No,” he interrupts me before I can even finish my sentence. I don’t like the way he’s looking at me. I don’t like that grin growing on his lips. I don’t like his proximity. “You’ll have to stay very quiet now.”
I gasp when General Matheo grabs my wrist and pulls me close to him.
He chuckles. I start to feel disgust crawl beneath my skin as the General presses his body on mine. What is going on? Why is he so close?! But I can’t say anything, because he told me to be quiet. If a superior orders me something, I have to obey.
But this situation is unbearable.
My heart beats fast, sweat forms on my forehead. I hate the way he’s touching me. How can I simply be quiet when I don’t even know what’s happening?
“S-Sir General, what-”
“I told you to be quiet,” he growls, lifting my chin roughly and making me look at him. Matheo has a playful gaze on his eyes. No, that’s not just playfulness, it is... it is...
It is lust.
And in the moment I feel his hand starting to slip under my shirt, I can’t take it anymore.
I want to push him away. I want to say please, step back. I want to open the door and leave. For the first time in my life, I don’t care if I’ll be punished because of my actions.
But that’s not what happens.
My palm touches his chest. I am not even using much strength.
But as I touch him, I feel the power flowing through my skin.
Everything happens in the blink of an eye, but it’s as if I’m watching in slow motion.
A gust of pure energy produces a deafening bang, just as loud as a thunder. All the windows break at the same time, glass flying in all directions. All the paintings, shelves and cabinets are destroyed; the floor shakes maddeningly. The chandelier falls from the ceiling. Shards of glass, porcelain, fibers of wood, pieces of crystal and steel – I watch everything floating in the air around me.
And I watch as General Matheo is sent flying back violently. His back hits the wall with such strength the marble cracks.
I can even hear the sound of several bones breaking all at once.
I watch as he falls to the ground, completely immobile.
I can’t move.
The entire room is destroyed.
My body shivers, my legs feel wobbly. I can’t take my eyes off of the man lying on the ground.
I just wanted him to step away.
I watch as, slowly, a pool of blood spreads under his body.
I just wanted him to step away...
I still can’t move as I hear several feet out of the room, accompanied by yelling voices. The entire palace heard the explosion of energy. My breathing is difficult, my throat is dry. I can’t blink as panic takes control over me.
I wasn’t even putting much strength...
The doors are opened forcefully, and many guards enter the room all at once, ready to fight if necessary.
They freeze.
They look at the destruction around; they see General Matheo on the floor. They see me there, standing immobile.
“What did you do?!” one soldier I don’t recognize demands. Another guard runs and crouches down by the General’s side; he searches for his pulse.
I can’t answer.
I didn’t want to do it.
“What did you do?!” the soldier repeats more angrily this time, stepping closer to me.
It wasn’t supposed to happen...
“He’s dead,” the guard says, still by the General’s body. “It killed him!”
I didn’t want to kill him.
Immediately, I am surrounded by them. They throw me to the floor violently and make me immobile, holding my arms behind my back; I don’t fight. All the guards and soldiers seem too shocked by the scene, but I feel their hatred towards me growing.
I just killed the highest ranked member of the army. Not only that; that man was a living legend.
And everyone knows that killing any member of the military is punishable with death.
I am going to die.
I want to explain things; I want to tell them what happened, that I didn’t intend to hurt him – but it seems that my voice disappeared. I doubt any of them will listen to me anyway. I hear more steps and voices and know that the hallway outside is already full with more soldiers and guards. One tell their own version of what happened to other, and to other, and to other, and it has already spread. But they still don’t understand what happened.
They just want me dead.
I stay right there, my body smashed against the cool marble floor full of debris, until all soldiers open a gap for someone to enter.
King Taejun.
I shiver in fear.
He looks around, looks at the corpse, looks at me.
“What happened here?” he asks, voice demanding.
“Your Majesty, General Matheo was murdered by that... thing!” one soldier starts to explain, pointing at me angrily. All men around start to murmur in agreement, sending me wrathful gazes – but they stop the moment King Taejun lifts his hand.
“I didn’t ask you,” he reprimands, making the soldier lower his head. My master then looks at me. “Y/N, what happened here?”
The entire room is now silent, waiting for my answer.
Slowly, I lift my head with struggle and look at my master. I shouldn’t, but I do.
I have the opportunity to defend myself well, to convince everyone around me. But I am still too shocked, too confused. I use all of my strength to stutter:
“H-He tried to touch me, Your Majesty.”
And I stare at him deeply.
I stare at him in a way I never did before.
King Taejun’s face is still as impassive as always, but I see something changing on his eyes. And suddenly, I know: he understands what happened.
He nods and orders: “Leave her.”
The soldiers around gasp in unison. “B-But, Your Majesty- it killed General Matheo!”
“Don’t question me, soldier,” King Taejun reprimands, voice spiteful. Against his own will, the man holding me back finally lets me go, and I start to lift myself slowly.
King Taejun looks around to every soldier inside the room.
“Listen well, all of you,” he starts. The room and hallway are now completely silent, his voice echoing. “If any of you try to do what Matheo did, I give her full permission to do the same thing she did to him. Is it clear?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” all of them say. I look at my own feet, completely shocked at the turn of events.
“Good. I don’t want anyone outside of the military to know about this; the Dökkálfar Festival must keep peaceful. You all, clean this mess. Contact the next General according to the hierarchy.”
And with that, King Taejun leaves as if it is a simple issue not worthy of his full attention.
I can’t believe what I just saw. King Taejun stood by my side for the first time. My master – he understood me, he defended me.
It is also the first time in my life I heard him addressing me as “she”.
As a person... not a thing.
Not a monster.
It was also the last time King Taejun did it.
Because of that incident, I held a terrible reputation inside the military. Most soldiers didn’t know exactly what happened – they just knew I killed General Matheo, an honored warrior, a role model. He was treated like a hero until the end.
After that day, I started to hate any kind of physical contact.
But it was no time to think about something that happened so many years ago. I had to concentrate in my current duty – one I didn’t know if I was ready to bear.
It was a common tradition regarding royal weddings. As a vow of trust and to prove the union between the kingdoms, guardians switched masters for a short period of time, until the day of the ceremony.
It meant that, starting now – the day of the announcement – until the wedding day, I would have to watch over Princess Sana instead of Taehyung. Although Princess Sana wasn’t crowned yet, meaning she did not have a guardian, Yuta – King Satoshi’s guardian – would fulfill this role and watch over Taehyung in my place.
I would have to follow her.
I had been trying to get ready for this moment, but I wasn’t sure if I would be able to make it. Not after I saw her with Taehyung so many times. Not after this gruesome feeling about her grew inside of me.
But I had to do it anyway, and it just made the wound inside my chest get deeper and deeper.
As I approached her room, I felt my heart tightening even more. It was a mix of sadness and anger; anger of the entire situation I was put in, and just pure anger towards her. Would I be able to live around that person for so long? Although the wedding ceremony would happen soon, I couldn’t say I would be able to survive this torture that seemed to be worse than days of physical punishment in the dungeons.
I could already hear the cheers of thousands of people at the principal square in front of the palace, waiting for Taehyung to officially kick a start in the festivities. The palace and the Capital were decorated accordingly. There was this happy feeling everywhere, especially at the palace – partially because of the Festival, and also because of the new worker-policy. I, in the other hand, felt horrible, almost as if I was barely an empty shell, just watching everything quietly yet not being affected.
However, I could not let my feelings disturb my duty. I had to remind myself all the time of what Jimin said; the city was full of travelers that came every year to celebrate Dökkálfar here, many foreigners. It could be easy to infiltrate and start an attack this way. Although I would be watching over Princess Sana, I had to protect Taehyung, too. I couldn’t tell the truth to Yuta, so he was unaware of the real danger, even though he was a competent guardian.
I stopped in front of Princess Sana’s room.
There were two guards in front of it. They promptly opened the doors, already knowing I had permission, and I entered.
I had to hold my breath for one moment.
Princess Sana was sat near the window, while a maid made some adjustments on her hairstyle. And she looked stunning: she was wearing a long dark-brown dress with black gems woven on it, the traditional colors of the Dökkálfar Festival – the colors of soil, the colors of the dark elves. Everyone else was wearing attires in similar colors to please the dark elves and bring good luck, yet Princess Sana was be able to stand out in the middle of a crowd. Her hair was half braided and decorated with tiny white flowers; she also used black gems on her earrings and necklace.
Her beauty did not fail to amaze me again.
I just felt angrier.
The women inside the room did not notice my presence for long moments. Princess Sana chatted with the maids lightheartedly. I did not know any of them, because they were Sana’s personal assistants that came from Vanaheim. After some moments in which I stood at the back of the room unnoticed, all the maids left.
Except for one.
She stood near Princess Sana by the window.
“Today’s the great day,” the maid said, sighing. Princess Sana nodded softly. “How are you feeling?”
“I don’t know exactly,” the princess admitted, looking down at her hands resting on her lap. I frowned; she did not sound excited, as what I supposed she would feel. Her aura was unsettled. And I saw something very similar of what I saw in Taehyung; an invisible weigh on her shoulders.
“Hey,” the maid said softly, and took Princess Sana’s hands on hers. “Everything’s gonna be fine. You are strong, you can make it.”
“I appreciate your efforts, but I know you’re lying, Dahyun,” the princess said, opening a sad smile.
“I am not,” the maid, Dahyun, said emphatically. “You are the strongest person I’ve ever known. People will love you. And... you look beautiful today.”
Princess Sana’s smile became more genuine.
And they stared at each other.
I started to feel like an intruder; the moment between them feel too delicate, too intimate. I didn’t want to interrupt it, but at the same time I couldn’t help but look. Their auras... they had a similar feeling. They felt like a soft shade of pink; it was almost like their auras were in tune.
I only got more confused when hints of tears appeared on Dahyun’s eyes, and she had to look away.
“I’ll leave you now,” she said, voice wavering only slightly. Princess Sana nodded. “You’ll do amazing today. I know it.”
“Thank you,” Sana said, almost a whisper.
They still stared at each other for some moments before Dahyun left. Looking at her leaving felt like looking at a withered flower.
I didn’t understand exactly what happened there.
Princess Sana sighed and looked at the window. It was very different from what I’ve saw from her up until now; she looked small... lonely. Sad.
It was against my conduct code. I had to be unnoticeable for her. But I just didn’t care about conduct codes anymore.
I coughed slightly to sign my presence, pretending I had just entered her room, and bowed respectfully.
“Your Highness, my name is Y/N. I am Ëlv’en’s Royal Guardian, and I will be serving you for the upcoming days,” I said.
The princess looked surprised. “You are the guardian?”
I nodded. She measured me from head to toe oddly. “Yes, Your Highness.”
Princess Sana then smiled, and I could tell she wasn’t forcing. “That’s a relief. I prefer being in the presence of a woman. I hope that our convivence will be friendly from now on.”
Oh.
Unexpected.
“Today’s the announcement day. We have a lot of work ahead,” she said, staring at the window again.
I noticed the exact moment her smile shadowed with sadness; that smile did not reach her eyes. She just looked plain sad. Why hadn’t I noticed it before? Princess Sana looked always so joyful during her time with Taehyung...
Or perhaps that was what she wanted everyone else to think?
I shifted, slightly uncomfortable. “Are you feeling unwell, Your Highness? Should I ask for the aid of a healer?” I asked. Maybe she was just nervous. Humans tend to feel sick when nervous.
She shook her head slightly, that sweet smile never leaving her lips. “No, it is not necessary. Thank you for your concern.” Her voice truly sounded like birds chirping in the morning. Princess Sana sighed deeply. “I am just... thinking.”
“Is my presence bothering Your Highness at the moment?” I questioned, ready to leave if she wanted, but the princess shook her head again.
“No.” She wasn’t looking at me again, staring down at the crowd at the front square instead. She kept quiet for long moments. “We must do what’s necessary for the greater good. Even if it hurts us sometimes.”
I frowned, not understanding exactly why she was saying that. I could see it was like she was talking to herself, not to me. The tone of sadness and resignation on her voice was so deep it made me feel a pang.
“I understand very well how it is, Your Highness,” I said. Why was I even chatting with her in the first place? Princess Sana looked at me and quirked one eyebrow.
“You do?”
I nodded. “A guardian has to give up on every personal desire in order to follow this path,” I said.
That’s all I have been doing my entire life. I did not let myself show emotions, caging them deep down inside of me. I did not let myself show the affection my two only friends deserved. And now, I had to resign myself to watch the man I had feelings for get married with another person.
The ache in my chest was overwhelming.
Princess Sana nodded. We looked at each other – yes, I knew I shouldn’t - and I saw something I wasn’t expecting: I saw empathy. I saw similarity.
Sana could understand me very well.
“I wish us both strength to bear what’s about to come,” she said softly. I knew she was being sincere. “Something tells me we are going to get along well.”
Suddenly, I didn’t hate her as much as I did a few minutes ago.
We heard a knock on the door and a male voice saying: “Your Highness, the opening ceremony is about to start.”
Princess Sana sighed and got up from the armchair, adjusting her long dress. “It’s time. Let’s go.”
I nodded and followed her from behind. We walked quietly to the principal balcony where it was usual for kings to make speeches, right in front of the principal square. Queen Mother Seojeon, Princess Yeri, King Satoshi and some Council members were already sat on their respective places; but he was still standing behind the curtains...
Taehyung.
He wore all-black, from head to toe. The only color came from the blue of the sapphires on his crown and Royal Ring. I should be used to his beauty already, but unfortunately I wasn’t.
The first person he looked at was me, standing behind Princess Sana.
His gaze had so many emotions I could barely decipher. However, he did not say a word to me. Taehyung looked at Sana and nodded. “Are you ready?”
The princess nodded, but after seeing her some minutes ago, I wasn’t sure if she was telling the truth. “Yes.”
Taehyung smiled and offered his arm for her to take. They looked at each other encouragingly and stepped into the balcony.
The immediate roar of the crowd below filled my ears as I entered the balcony too beside Yuta. We stood very quietly by the door. I expanded my senses, trying to track any bad intent coming from the people around; I knew the exact position of every soldier and guard. The security system was heavy, but I couldn’t let myself relax. I could feel at least fifty thousand people just at the square, and the entire Capital was listening. Humans, hybrids, rich and poor.
Princess Sana sat by Queen Seojeon’s side and Taehyung walked to the railing, waving to the people. We were high. He was scared of heights...
Taehyung lifted his hand for a moment, and the entire crowd went silent, waiting for him to start his speech.
“First of all, I want to thank all of you for coming here today,” he started, his voice echoing. Everyone could hear him thanks to a simple spell that equalized his voice throughout the main square and the entire Capital. Millions of people were hearing him speak at that moment. “We are at this holy time of the year again, in which we thank the dark elves for the blessings they gave us. I am sure all of you are anxious for me to officially start the festivities – and the good food that comes with it -,” the crowd laughed at that last sentence, “but before we start, I have some important announcements to make.”
He looked back.
For one second, our gazes crossed.
It was so brief, yet I saw in his eyes guilt. I saw sorrow. I saw... resignation.
His aura was painted with pain.
But our eye contact ended as quickly as it started. He looked at Sana and nodded; the Princess got up and approached him, standing by his side.
My fists tightened behind my back.
I wasn’t strong enough to watch that.
“I am sure all of you already know Princess Minatozaki Sana from Vanaheim, our great ally,” Taehyung said. He took her hand gently.
I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. I had to watch intently.
All these days, I was hoping for something to happen. Anything that would cancel this betrothal. I was hoping that Taehyung would change his mind, that King Satoshi would give up on his idea – I waited for literally anything. But now, it was too late. Now, they would announce it to the entire world. They couldn’t go back on their words.
I swiped the tears away before anyone could notice.
“In this moment, we are happy to announce that, in three weeks, we will officially get married.”
The crowd roars in unison. Populations always love royal weddings. They don’t even care about what it truly represents. Princess Sana looked beautiful as she smiled and waved her hand... I already knew it, but I was sure she would be able to make an entire kingdom fall for her.
“Me and Your Majesty Kim Taehyung will work hard to make the bond between our two kingdoms stronger than ever,” she said, her voice too being equalized. She said something more, but my brain wasn’t processing it properly. They looked beautiful together... Queen and King. It was the perfect arrangement.
I fought the urge to cry more.
“We have yet another announcement to make,” Taehyung said, making the crowd get quiet again.
He looked at Sana and she nodded, stepping back. I heard a quiet commotion around me.
“What is Taehyung doing? It wasn’t on the plans,” I heard King Satoshi whisper hurriedly to Queen Seojeon, that just stared at her son’s back in fear.
I frowned.
“I am sure all of you heard about my travels these past months,” Taehyung started, voice serious. Everyone listened quietly, clinging onto each word he pronounced. “I visited each city within Ëlv’en. I wanted to become close to you, to know what are your concerns, what we can do to make your lives better. And, during my travels, I saw a situation that can’t be ignored anymore.”
Adrenaline started to rush through my veins. Was he doing what I thought he was...?
“Ëlv’en is great and powerful. I am sure all of us are proud to be ëlvians. However, we don’t resemble a powerful kingdom anymore, for one thing still lacks: justice. In my travels, I saw poverty and famine. I saw people being enslaved with no chances of freedom. I saw pain and suffering. How can a kingdom be great if its population is suffering? How can a King be good if he can’t take care of his own people? That is why, in front of you all, I announce that Ëlv’en will take a step further, out of the darkness.”
The commotion around the balcony continued; the counselors looked at each other in pure confusion. Taehyung was acting by himself? He didn’t tell anyone what he was about to do?! My heart was beating fast in expectation...
“I can’t keep living knowing that children, women and men are enslaved simply because of their race. Ëlv’en will only become a great kingdom when all of its inhabitants have fair and equal conditions. That is why, from now on, I will start a battle against slavery. It will not be an easy task; many will be against me,” the gaze he sent the counselors was so fierce it made me shiver, “but it will not stop me. With your support, I will not rest until every ëlvian hybrid has their freedom; I will not rest until every poor person has good ways of living. I am the King, and as the ruler, I am here to serve you – not otherwise. With all of you by my side, I am sure we’ll be able to build an Ëlv’en that has never been so strong, and we’ll become a role model to the entire continent. I will not rest until we are in a world in which humans and hybrids will be simply saw as people, and all of us will walk into this path of light, together. All of us will be free!”
The moment he finished speaking, the crowd started to roar again.
It was twice, three times louder than before. I watched, speechless, as people yelled at the top of their lungs, as a thunderous applause made the floor beneath my feet shake. It was the longest and loudest cheer I’ve ever saw; it seemed to be going on for minutes.
The Council members stared at Taehyung in pure shock.
The King had a smile of triumph on his lips.
“The Dökkálfar Festivities are officially opened. May the elves guide us!”
I should be used to Taehyung making me feel like I couldn’t breathe. In that moment, more than ever, I realized how I would never be used to it.
He just declared war against the entire Council and his own family.
And, to fight this war, he already had the support of millions of people – and soon, more than half of the population of Ëlv’en.
He was playing dirty.
As Taehyung himself said: I never run from a fight.
The palace was even more euphoric, if that’s possible.
It was a tradition that, during Dökkálfar, the servants – workers – had permission to celebrate as well. It was also traditional of the Royal Family to share a great banquet at the city and to distribute food during the ten days of the Festival. The cooks worked with no rest for days until all the food was ready for the banquet of the opening night, and would not stop working for the days to come – but now that the work was done, all the workers were free of their duties until the next day.
The huge back courtyard near the service area was decorated, there were many tables full of food, barrels of wine and juice of all flavors. It wasn’t as full as it used to be in past years, because now the workers could leave and enjoy the Festival freely at the city, but many of them stayed anyway – like me, that didn’t have anywhere to go.
I was sat on a wooden stool in an almost hidden spot, a near empty glass of juice on my hands. I watched as Chuu danced in the middle of the courtyard with her friends. Like everyone else, she used a brown dress and tied her hair in two pigtails. Although the music was loud, I could hear her laughter. I’ve never seen Chuu so joyful...
Yoongi seemed happy as well, and it was honestly a heartwarming sight. I knew very well he was not a cold or emotionless person; Yoongi had just learned to act this way because he suffered too much during his life. Seeing him smile like that and talk to his friends made me feel happy for him. Happy for everyone around me...
Taehyung’s speech spread like fire in a forest. I was sure it had already reached neighbor cities, although it has been only some hours since he made the announcement. Most hybrids overall were more than happy, as well as poor people. Many humans were also pleased by the news; not everyone had any kind of prejudice against hybrids and also thought that slavery was unfair. But I also heard many suspicious people, not believing Taehyung was telling the truth and that he only said it to increase his popularity. In fact, people couldn’t talk about anything but this subject.
But I knew that many were angered by Taehyung’s speech and what it represented. Even though the population supported him, the people of power – the ones who could actually make changes – would be against him, for prohibiting slavery would be prejudicial for them.
He started to walk a dangerous path.
Yet, although what he did meant only good news for me and the ones of my race, I could not feel much happiness myself.
That wound inside myself was throbbing, bleeding. Taehyung had announced his engagement with Princess Sana. It would inevitably happen; now, it was more real than ever. In three weeks, they would get married. After the wedding, it is expected of the King and Queen to have heirs...
I flinched momentarily in disgust.
Not only that. In a few weeks, I would reach the full dragon adulthood. The right age.
My deal with Hoseok.
I didn’t know if I was brave enough to explain it to Taehyung...
I sighed, feeling tired. It wasn’t physical tiredness, though. I felt that my brain – and my heart – had received too much information recently, and I didn’t know how to deal with most of it. Everything was so foreign and new...
I closed my eyes. The fact that I was surrounded by happiness but couldn’t feel happy myself was horrible. At that point, I just wanted to go to my room and sleep during these free hours.
I just wanted things to become less complicated for once...
That’s when I heard someone sitting by my side very quietly.
I didn’t even need to open my eyes to know who it was. But I did it anyway, and stared at him in surprise.
“They seem happy,” Taehyung said, voice very quiet. He didn’t wear his cape and crown anymore. The shadows made his face look somber somehow.
Nervousness immediately hit me all at once. We hadn’t interacted since that night. His sole presence beside me was enough to make my heart warm and ache at the same time.
“What are you doing here, Your Majesty?” I asked, immediately feeling my body stiffening. Taehyung shrugged slightly.
“Celebrating this kind of date with royals is boring. I prefer this,” he said, pointing to the scene ahead with his chin. People were dancing happily in the middle of the courtyard, some of them very ungainly due to the excess of alcohol.
A strange feeling grew inside of me. I could tell Taehyung wasn’t relaxed the way he used to be around me. Why was he acting as if nothing happened, as if nothing between us has changed? It started to anger me.
“They are going to notice you,” I said, crossing my arms.
“Not if we stay here.” Taehyung sighed, his eyes still scanning the small crowd. He looked tired in a way I’ve never seen before. I already noticed how Taehyung seemed to display fragility in front of me, but that day it made me somehow shocked.
I’ve never seen Taehyung look so small and fragile.
“That one with pigtails is Chuu, right?” he asked, pointing in her direction, and I nodded. A small tired smile grew on his lips. “She’s wearing the bracelet.”
“She never takes it off.”
We fell in silence for long moments. Slowly, the smile on his face disappeared. His half-lidded eyes, shoulders heavy, the way he was sat so carelessly with his legs spread – everything about his demeanor showed tiredness, concern and... sadness.
A very similar sadness I saw in Princess Sana.
A very similar sadness I felt myself.
“Do you think I did the right thing today, Y/N?” he asked very quietly after several moments.
“Of course you did,” I said without even thinking twice. “Don’t you see how happy they are? Although it didn’t happen yet, you brought happiness back to the hybrids.”
Taehyung looked at me for the first time, gaze piercing with something I couldn’t quite decipher.
“I’m not talking about this."
My breathing failed.
He was talking about the marriage.
I immediately avoided his gaze, feeling a hotness spread up to my neck. Why was he even asking me this? Only if he knew how much it hurt me...
“What are you doing here, Your Majesty?” I asked again, staring at him intently, my voice becoming hard.
Taehyung looked at me in silence for some moments. His gaze never failed to make me waver. “I wanted to see you.”
My fists tightened, my heart beat increased. “Why is that?”
“Because I miss you.”
Yet again, I was dazed because of his straightforwardness. But I couldn’t let myself drown on it. “I am around you all the time. Why would you miss me?”
Taehyung opened his mouth as if to speak, but then he closed it again. He stared at me deeply, analyzing my features. I tried not to waver, to keep firm.
He then said, voice barely audible:
“Because I miss the way things used to be between us.”
I avoided his gaze, once again feeling that my heart was being smashed. “Don’t say that.”
“But it’s the truth.”
My eyes closed tightly momentarily as if I was in pain. I was sad, I was hurt, I was angry. I was tired of his mysteries, of the way he always made me so confused. Didn’t he understand how it hurt to hear him saying such things, when he didn’t feel the same as me? He didn’t miss me the way I missed him. He made my heart flutter in a way it shouldn’t, especially because he would soon get married.
I just felt shattered. So shattered that I was not able to control myself anymore.
Taehyung shifted closer to me – too close for me to think properly. I widened my eyes immediately as I felt his fingers touching my cheek very gently.
I didn’t even notice I was crying.
Taehyung stared at me in silence, pure sadness and sorrow on his eyes and face as he wiped my tears away. I just stared back, too weak to move, too weak to fought the urge to keep crying. It felt that everything around us was suddenly distant and blurred – the loud music, the voices, the laughter – as if we were inside a bubble that kept us away from the world outside.
“Y/N,” he whispered my name weakly, voice fragile, just as fragile as it sounded that night when he came to my bedroom. He inhaled deeply, and it looked that even speaking was difficult to him. “I am so sorry. I... I shouldn’t be so weak.”
If I had strength enough to speak, I would have asked why he was apologizing. But looking at his eyes, it felt for a moment that he understood why I was suffering. Again, it was a kind of sadness very similar as Princess Sana’s...
We must do what’s necessary for the greater good. Even if it hurts us sometimes.
We all suffered from the same pain.
Taehyung gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing. I felt small and fragile because of him, and it was strange that I was beginning to feel solace because of him, too.
“I don’t know what hurts me the most,” he whispered after some moments, his eyes never leaving me. “Being away from you... or being with you.”
Neither of us moved. I didn’t understand what he meant, why he was saying such thing. But, just like that night, I didn’t want that painful, confused and bittersweet moment to end.
I didn’t want it to end...
But my peripherical sight caught a small movement.
At first, it didn’t bother me. But my eyes focused on something behind Taehyung’s head, several meters away, at the back gates, the service entrance and exit.
It was barely a silhouette in the shadows. Sitting there, watching us from the darkness. Resembled a dog...
No...
It wasn’t a dog.
All of my instincts awakened in the blink of an eye.
It was a wolf.
I immediately got up and touched Taehyung’s shoulder; a green sign started to shine on the spot where my hand touched – a rune. It meant protect. He looked up at me, confused.
“Y/N-”
“Get inside the palace, now!” I screamed to him.
I made eye contact with the wolf for one second. That thing looked like a simple animal, but these intelligent eyes couldn’t lie to me. It was in fact a person.
A shapeshifter.
The wolf turned around and started to run.
And I ran after him.
I ran without looking back not even once, adrenaline rushing through my veins. With a command of mine, the gates opened with a loud noise. The wolf was fast, running down the road towards the crowded city. I couldn’t let it escape. That person was the proof we needed, the possible culprit behind Taehyung’s attempted murder. It wouldn’t escape from me.
Without stop running, I evoked an Earth spell; the rocks under the wolf’s paws started to crumble and explode, what made the animal fly in the air and land violently again. However, it got up and started to run again. But I noticed that I managed to slow it, and blood already stained its grey fur. That thing couldn’t be able to run away from me. Shapeshifters are masters of disguise, not of fight.
It was slowing down even more; I was getting closer. I expanded my mind towards it, wanting to reach it; if I could control its mind, it would immediately stop and I could see the identity of the culprit. I did not try to be delicate, forcing myself inside of its mind with all my forces; the animal growled in pain and flinched.
I was reaching it, both physically and mentally. Some more steps and I would touch it. Some more seconds and I would invade its mind and know who that person was.
So close...
A wave of pain so strong I feel my entire body getting rigid.
I screamed and fell to the ground, rolling several times on the dirt.
My hands held my head, gripping my hair. The pain was so strong it felt as if someone literally hammered my skull several times. I squirmed and groaned, my mind so confused I didn’t even know anymore where I was, my vision white; I couldn’t see anything. It was so painful I felt as if my mind was starting to fade away.
I have no idea how much time it took for me to come back to my senses, for my vision to focus again, for that pain to cease and to remember what happened.
Someone entered my mind and made a psychic attack so strong it almost teared my consciousness apart.
I stumbled, trying to get up, my clothes dirty, my chin wet with my own drool. I looked around, anger starting to take over me.
“No!”
The wolf was nowhere at sight.
I tried to run towards the city, just to fall again. I got up, tripping and dizzy, my head still aching too much, my members tingling. I had to find that shapeshifter. I couldn’t let it escape...
But I reached the city, and it was too full of people. The constant noise of music and voices seemed to penetrate my skull like arrows. There were too many people. That person probably already shifted into their human nature again and camouflaged inside the crowd.
I was so angry that I wanted to scream.
I lost them. I let them go.
And the most shocking part is that someone was able to attack my mind. The well-trained mind of a soldier. The almost impenetrable mind of a dragon hybrid.
Someone was watching us from up close, the same people that tried to kill Taehyung.
And these people – whoever they were – were much more powerful than I ever imagined.
Nobody is safe anymore.
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Masterlist
OK, guys! If you don't know, I'll tell you this: I don't own my old account anymore, @imaginationssz
Here is my old masterlist: Masterlist
You can still request imagines, request are always open.
If you want, you can take a look at my Prompt Ideas
~Those that don't have a link attached are still in process. They would be done soon~
And, now, I made a new account and here is my new masterlist:
Supernatural:
Fanfiction:
Sam
I just passed by
Dean
Little sister
Destiel
Another day in paradise
Reaction:
How they react to you getting possessed
You cry after they screamed at you
You bringing home a puppy
BTS:
Fanfiction:
JungKook
Hair too long
Jimin
Too bad you can't hear me
Reaction:
How they act when they're jealous
What would it be like dating you
[Maknae Line] [Hyung Line]
You being too touchy
Boys on a trip
Series:
Puppy dog eyes [JungKook]
[Prologue]. [Part 1].
Unite:
Jujutsu Kaisen x Harry Potter
[Part 1].
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