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sopebubbles · 8 months

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Master List

Fourteen

Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Chapter summary: Your second heat with the pack begins, and Yoongi, Jimin and Hoseok promise to make it better than any before.

Warnings: talks of past trauma, nightmares, SMUT (I honestly didn't think this was gonna happen), penetrative sex (female and male), use of sex toys, unprotected sex, LOTS of kissing and touching, lots of pet names.

WC: 14k

"Mmm, you're in preheat," Yoongi said against your neck. He could smell you getting sweeter and sweeter. He'd noticed it a couple of hours ago, but let you keep sleeping. His heart dropped when he felt you tense up beneath him, knowing you were going into distress, souring just a little. "It will be alright, princess. We're here to help." He did his best to soothe you, but when you remained still, he pulled you back against him, away from Jimin.

"Jimin, go get Hobi," he instructed, and the beta got up without asking any questions. Yoongi rolled you over so he could see your face even though you wouldn't look at him. He smoothed your hair back as he spoke softly. "We should have done this sooner, but we're going to talk with Hobi and make a plan. Everything will be alright."

He began to feel a little panic when you didn't respond, and he wondered if maybe you didn't trust him completely yet. Maybe you were still afraid of him a little. Maybe you feared that he wasn't going to keep the promises he had made you on the day you finally became his. His heart broke a little, although he could never blame you. But he didn't know what he would do if you kicked him out to go through your heat alone. He couldn't let that happen. He'd lose his mind.

"I don't understand why she's so broken up about it," Jimin heard Namjoon say as he walked down the stairs. "If I were her I'd be thrilled the bastard is dead."

"Because she's a good girl who doesn't want to be a murderer," Hoseok replied. "I'm sure she'd be happy if she didn't feel responsible. I wish she could see that she isn't."

All heads turned toward Jimin as he entered the kitchen where they all sat, drinking tea, or in Jungkook and Namjoon's case, beer.

"How is she doing?" Tae asked urgently.

"She feels like shit. But we have a different problem. Hobi, Yoongi wants you upstairs."

Hobi stood up and set his mug heavily on the table. "What's wrong?"

Jimin frowned. "She's in pre-heat," he replied before turning to go back up the stairs.

"Taehyung, I need you to go to the grocery store to stock up. Take Namjoon with you," Hobi said before following Jimin.

"But-"

"No buts," he said curtly and disappeared.

"I'll go, if you don't want to," Jin told Namjoon softly.

"Or the two of you can go and I'll stay here," Taehyung offered, not at all wanting to leave the house while you were becoming more vulnerable by the second.

Namjoon sighed. "If the two of us go we won't come back with any of the things we actually need. And Hobi probably needs you here, Jin. It's fine. I'll go."

Jimin knocked on the door before opening it, startling both you and Yoongi. When you saw Hobi behind him, you both sat up to be able to talk to them properly. He sat on the edge of the bed and touched his hand to your forehead.

"You're hot as hell, but you smell like heaven. How are you feeling, pup?" He asked, but you merely shrugged.

"Hobi, Y/N told me a while ago that she doesn't like dealing with her heats. She said they hurt. I know we should have worked it out earlier, but I was hoping you could help us come up with a plan or something. You're the expert and I…"

Yoongi didn't need to finish his sentence for Hoseok to know just how lost he felt. It was clear in his eyes, though he was trying to hide it. He looked from your alpha to you and smiled. "Heats aren't bad if you manage them right, pup. We'll get through it fine. Can you tell me what you normally do for your heats?"

You shook your head and pulled your knees toward your chest. "Nothing. I haven't been having them for a couple years. I don't know."

"Well, what was your best heat like?"

You looked at him blankly. "My best heat was the one I had last time. With you."

His heart ached. That couldn't be true. The struggle he'd watched you go through couldn't have been the best of an experience that Hoseok often found actually quite enjoyable.

He swallowed, steeling himself to dig into what he guessed was going to be a lot of trauma. "Sweetheart, can you tell me about your first heat?"

You broke eye contact with him, lowering your gaze to your knees where the old jeans you were still wearing were worn thin, ready to rip apart. You shook your head.

Yoongi rubbed a hand down your spine, still tense, and begged. "Please, princess. I know it might hurt, but we can't make it better until we know what's wrong."

You breathed in deep and pushed it out. Your voice cracked when it first came out. "I was sixteen when I had my first. I didn't know what was happening at first. No one had ever told me what it would be like, and I was so old, I thought at that point I was a beta, like Eli." The words caught around the lump in your throat, but you swallowed it down. "When my m-mother found me. Sh-she she dragged me from the nest I made." You hadn't realized you'd begun to cry until Jimin took one of your balled-up fists in his hand to relax it. "She and my father took me out to the back of the farm and left me outside the property in the woods. It was the last time I saw them."

Hoseok wanted to tear them apart with his teeth, but it wasn't about them right now. He wiped your cheeks. "That must have been very scary. You were so brave. What did you do?"

You sniffed. "I was pretty out of it. I stayed in the woods until it was over because I didn't want s-someone else to find me," you hiccuped. "There were other animals out there and–"

"Y/N," Hoseok interrupted you. His voice was so firm you had to instantly look him in the eyes. "You are not an animal. No matter what they told you, you're a person. Got it?" He watched your eyes glass over before you nodded. "Sorry, pup. I didn't mean to sound so angry. I'm not…I'm not mad at you." You lowered your eyes again, and he couldn't help but feel bad and wonder if he was helping at all. "I'm sorry. Go on."

You cleared your throat. "After it was over, I hitchhiked to the nearest city, an hour or so away. I was on the streets for about six months, so like two heats bc they were farther apart then. You can imagine how that went."

Hoseok did his very best not to imagine it. Jimin's grip on your hand tightened as he recalled the night they found you, what they stopped and what he feared could have happened. He never thought you might have already lived the worst things he could think of. Yoongi on your other side was deadly silent.

"Anyway, then I met Sebastian and Roxy, and I think Yoongi told you about what that was like already." You looked at Yoongi for the first time since you'd started telling your story, but he didn't look at your face. When you looked back at Hoseok, he nodded. "When I went to jail, they made me take heat suppressants and since then I've pretty much stayed on them. It's been…better."

Hobi swallowed down the bile rising in his throat as he tried to look for something to say. Before he could think of anything, Jimin spoke.

"Y/N-ie, can I hold you?" He asked softly.

You looked at him in surprise. "Y-you want to hold me?"

He nodded. "I think it will make you–no, I don't know if it will actually make you feel better, but if it's alright with you, I'd like to try. I think it would make me worry less," he admitted. "It's okay if you don't want to. I won't force–"

You stopped him by moving closer, between his legs. "It always makes me feel better. And I don't want you to worry."

For a brief moment, Yoongi forgot his anger and concern as he watched Jimin wrap his arms around your waist and you leaned your head on his shoulder. He almost smiled. Then he looked at Hoseok, who had finally composed himself.

"Pup," he started softly, pulling your attention away from Jimin's collar to look up at him, but you didn't move an inch. You looked tiny in Jimin's arms, and something about it made his heart swell. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sad you had to go through all of that alone. I promise that for the rest of your life, anyone who tries to hurt you like that will answer to me personally." His eyes slid briefly over to your alpha and back to you, but Yoongi didn't seem bothered by the threat. "That's not what heats are supposed to be like, and I'm going to make sure that you can see that someday. I know it won't be perfect this time, but I think we can make it better."

"How?" You asked softly.

"For starters, the four of us will be the only people allowed in this room. I'll do what I can to make sure you don't even smell the other alphas, and they won't bother you. Would that make you feel safer?"

"You'll be in here with me?" You looked at your alpha.

"We're not going to let you be alone this time, princess. We'll be here to make sure you stay hydrated and eat when you can. We can help keep you calm and make you as relaxed as possible," he said.

"But what about…will you…will we?"

He shook his head. "I made you a promise, pup, and I'm going to keep it. I'm not going to breed you. I'm just going to keep you company."

"But what if I…" You shrank into Jimin's chest and picked at your nails. "When I'm like that, sometimes I–" they all waited patiently while you tried to get the words out. "Sometimes I want it, even if I think I don't want it. It's like my body just…" your voice was strangled by the shame in your throat.

"That's completely normal, sweetheart," Hobi told you. "That's the whole point of being in heat. Everyone wants a knot. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Still, you flushed. "Then why don't you want to?" You asked Yoongi.

"I do!" He answered quickly and then tried to swallow his enthusiasm. "I mean, it's not that I don't want to. I don't want to, but not because I don't want you. I want you so much, princess, honestly. But I want you to feel safe and comfortable and to trust me way more than I want to satisfy some basic instinct for either of us."

"You're still attracted to me, right?" You asked in the shyest voice he's ever heard.

"Yes, princess. We talked about that," he grinned. "But that doesn't mean I need to breed you. Even if you beg for it."

"There are other ways to satisfy those needs, if they become overwhelming," Hobi interjected to point out.

You turned your attention back to him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Typically parents don't really want their adolescent omegas to go around breeding before they're ready. My parents let me use other methods, like plugs and dildos to scratch that itch. It's not the same, but it helps a little with the discomfort," he explained.

"Hobi, I don't know," Yoongi responded when you curled into Jimin's chest to hide your face.

"It's just a suggestion. It might help. I agree that you shouldn't be giving her your knot this time around, but she shouldn't have to suffer." He took your hand and made you look at him. "You've been taught that your body is something you should be ashamed and afraid of, but it isn't. The things you feel are normal and natural. It's okay to feel wary of an alpha. The two of you are still getting to know each other. But it's time for you to stop being afraid of yourself. Understand?"

You nodded slowly. "Can Yoongi and Jimin still like, hold me and kiss me? Or is that off limits too?"

Yoongi chuckled. "Of course. You can have all the cuddles and kisses you want, princess," he told you, stroking your cheek.

Hoseok nodded thoughtfully and sighed. "If there's nothing else, then I think you should go get a shower. Cool, not too hot or cold. A hot shower will pull you down faster, but a cold one will throw you off balance. After, you can put on something soft and new. I washed it all and put it in the wardrobe. If you feel up to it afterwards, then you can come down and eat with us. If not, I'll send the boys up with something."

You agreed and let Jimin help you off the bed, stumbling a little into him and finding that your coordination was already suffering. Hoseok gathered up the blankets in your nest.

"Jimin, you'd better go clean up, too. I'll go get some things washed and ready. I'll get Jin to order some pizza for dinner," Hobi said as he left the room.

"I've got to go out for a bit," Yoongi said, walking out after him.

Your soft whine stopped him in his tracks. "Do you have to work tonight?"

He looked softly down at you. "No, princess. I was off until Wednesday anyway, but I'll be calling in sick until it's over."

"You're coming back, right? I-I didn't scare you away?" The tangible fear in your voice shattered the last intact pieces of his heart. He walked back to where you stood in your doorway and placed his hand on your shoulder.

"Of course not. I'm just going to get a couple things for you. I'll be back in less than an hour. I promise." He kissed you on the forehead to seal it. You whispered an okay and watched him follow Hobi down the stairs before you walked across the hall to the bathroom.

"Are you really going to leave your omega when she's in pre-heat?" Hoseok asked when he heard the bathroom door close and they had reached the first floor.

"I have to. We're going with your plan, so I need to get her some things. Clock's ticking," Yoongi said as he searched around for his wallet and keys.

"Tae's already out. I can call him and have him make a stop," Hoseok said casually as he walked toward the laundry room.

"Taehyung is not buying my omega a knot plug," Yoongi said firmly and loudly. A little too loudly. In the kitchen, Jungkook choked on his drink and sputtered onto Jin.

"A what?" The beta asked as he wiped at his face.

"Don't worry about it," Hoseok said as he walked by. "Go on, Yoongi. I won't waste your time riling you up for my own amusement tonight. Hurry back."

Yoongi grumbled something unintelligible before he left the room.

"What was that about?" Jin asked after the front door closed. "Why does she need a knot plug when she has her alpha now?"

"She's not ready for all that," Hobi said softly. "And that's all anyone needs to know."

"Is it going to be like last time?" Jungkook wondered.

"For the four of you, pretty much. I'm expecting you to show some self-control. I'll be helping them as much as I can, so I won't be able to keep you in line. I don't want you or Namjoon so much as looking at her door. Not that it will be much of a problem for you," Hobi mumbled.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jin asked.

"I know you don't like her much. Hopefully that makes it easier to stay away."

Jin sighed. "I don't have anything against her, honestly. I'm staying away for Yoongi, and because I know she's scared. Joon–well, l don't know how he feels about it, but you don't have to worry about him. I'd worry about Taehyung if I were you."

"Why?"

"He's sniffing around her. I know you've noticed."

Hoseok shrugged. "Tae likes her. He won't do anything about it though. He knows she's fragile, and he won't do anything until she wants him to. He's harmless."

"If you say so," Jin shrugged. "Do you want me to stick around this week, just in case?"

"That's not necessary. We can handle it. I would bet on you needing to make time for me by the end of the week, if it's anything like last time," Hobi told him and the alpha nodded, trying not to look too excited about it.

When Yoongi returned forty-two minutes later, you and Jimin were both sitting at the kitchen table eating pizza, dressed in silky soft pajamas. Hoseok stood behind your chair, gently combing out your hair while Jungkook stood over Jimin with a towel, wringing the water from his hair. But what struck Yoongi was how happy the two of you looked. Jimin must have scented you a bit because that was the only time you ever looked so giddy. The beta, too, looked very giggly, but Jungkook always had the ability to make him that way.

"Did I miss something?" Yoongi asked after he stashed the bag he'd brought in by the stairs instead of bringing it into the kitchen.

"Nothing really. Just some sweet smelling pups," Hobi smiled. Yoongi could tell he was living a dream come true with your hair in his hands.

"My sweet smelling pups," Yoongi responded.

"Yeah, yeah." Hobi bent down to your ear, but spoke loudly enough for all to hear, "Alpha's so territorial."

You swallowed, but couldn't hide the heat in your cheeks. Yoongi replied with a non threatening growl.

"Yoon, your hair is wet, too," Jungkook said, walking over with the towel he had used on Jimin.

"I'm okay, Kookie." He ducked the towel coming for his head.

Jungkook shushed him. "Stubborn alpha."

"Is it raining out?" Jin asked.

"Pouring. It's supposed to storm off and on all night. You can't hear the thunder?"

They all shook their heads. They'd been laughing since the pizza got here. Over nothing even. It seemed like your scent in the air had loosened them all up, almost like they were intoxicated by you. Your sweet pheromones had become like a social lubricant, making everything easier between all of you. Something sick and familiar twisted in Yoongi's gut. He should be happy everything was so harmonious—and part of him certainly was—but it grated against his own jealousy that wanted to hide you away for himself, just a little longer.

"Come eat, alpha," your sweet voice broke through, and his dark clouds cleared. "You can sit by me," you added shyly, as if he wouldn't want to.

Without giving a second thought to the feelings of a moment ago, he did as you suggested and sat to eat. He'd need every calorie to put every bit of energy into looking after you. You pulled your chair closer to his and he looked down at you surprised.

"I'm glad you came back," you whispered while the others talked.

"I told you I would," he replied.

"I know, and I tried really hard to believe it. I was just scared and I…i don't want to lose you," you admitted.

Yoongi gave you a tight smile as he stroked your hair. "You won't. No matter what happens, in the next few days or in the future, I'll be right here. I'll be yours. You don't have to worry."

He placed a gentle kiss on your lips and pulled away to see you smiling, a little dopey, your eyes shining bright. "Okay."

You let him eat, but stuck close by his side, swatting at Jimin's hands when he tried to pull you away. Yoongi grinned like an idiot and teased him about being your favorite.

"She's in heat, and you're her alpha. It doesn't mean anything," Jimin grumbled back.

When he noticed you begin to sag, not less happy but beginning to look more tired, Hobi grabbed your purple blanket from the dryer and whisked you upstairs. It was time for your first heat nest, as well as your first nest for your pack. They looked on from the hallway, your alpha and beta, but you tried not to look back at them.

"Do you think…?" You felt very nervous, afraid you wouldn't be able to provide the comfort they were used to.

"Don't think about it," Hobi told you. "Remember, the nest isn't for them. It's for you, and they're just lucky to be there. Only worry about what you need tonight."

Maybe your nest ended up a little asymmetrical as you tried your best to make it bigger for the three of you. Only you and Hobi noticed, and no one said a thing. It was cozy and warm and enough for your pack. That was all that mattered right now. When you had each pillow and blanket where you felt it should go, you turned to the boys. They only looked back at you, so you walked to the door and grabbed Jimin by the wrist to pull him over to the bed. Never one to pass up the opportunity to tease, he merely stood there, waiting for you to puppet him into position, to place him like one of your soft pillows. When you looked up at him with large pleading eyes, he still didn't respond. You huffed and pushed him on the bed, to which he only giggled as he flopped over. Yoongi was much more eager to please. His smile looked like it might crack his face in half as he went to his designated spot. Then you looked back at Hobi.

"All that's left is you, pup," he smiled softly at you.

You bit your lip before you found your voice to speak. "Is it good?"

"That's for you to decide, and for that you have to get in," he urged, gently guiding you to the side of the bed where you had put Yoongi. "But from here it looks very good, little one."

You looked doubtfully at your nest for a moment, wondering how to go about getting into it, before Yoongi grabbed you by your waist and lifted you in to lay between him and Jimin. The beta didn't waste a second wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling into your neck playfully.

"This is definitely one of the best nests I've ever been in," he said as he probed your scent gland with his nose.

Yoongi smiled at the two of you before he looked back at Hobi. He thought the omega looked almost longing, as if he wished he could be in there, too. "Thank you, Hobah," Yoongi said softly when he caught the alpha watching.

"I didn't do anything," Hobi replied.

Yoongi shook his head. "We wouldn't be here without you. You've helped a lot."

Hobi sighed, "Well, I'll just be down the hall if you need anything."

Before he could leave, Yoongi reached out to take his hand and pulled him closer. He placed a kiss on the omega's lips and whispered another thanks.

"Goodnight, pups. Sleep well," he said before leaving the room, but Jimin was already taking your mind far away.

The thunder didn't start up again until you were already asleep, well and deeply off to dreamland after Jimin and Yoongi scented you into a happy puddle between them. Jimin's lavender had been getting stronger over the past couple of weeks. He might not have noticed it, but you had. As he drove your scent higher and higher, his own followed suit. Tonight, his soothing smell soaked the pillow under your head as well as the air around you, and maybe that's why your usually awful dreams were just slightly less so.

Maybe you had taken some of the power out of the memories when you told the three of them earlier.

Maybe, for once, you just felt safe.

You always dreamed about that first heat every time after that. It was one of the things you wanted to avoid when you decided to use the pills to escape the endless cycles. Sometimes you dreamed that when you were alone at night in the woods, animals came and tore you apart with their teeth. Sometimes other villains from your past waited to give you fitting punishment for the transgression of being what you were born to be.

Tonight, after your parents dropped you off at the edge of the trees, the sky grew dark with rain clouds, and thunder cracked loudly overhead. You screamed, and a hand reached out to grab your shoulder. As you tried to squirm away, hiding your face to avoid a blow, you heard his voice. Quiet and steady.

"It's okay, princess. I'm here." It was Yoongi's voice speaking to you in the darkness, and he took you in his arms. "It's just a storm."

He pulled you to your feet and you began to walk deeper into the forest.

"Where are we going?" You asked as you stumbled along beside him.

"I'm taking you home," he answered.

Another loud clap of thunder rumbled the whole house, and your eyes snapped open. Your fists tightened around Yoongi's shirt.

"It's okay, princess. It's just a storm. I'm right here." His soft voice was followed by lips pressed to your forehead.

"Where are we?" You asked.

"We're at home. We're in your nest. It's safe and perfect. You did such a good job pup," he complimented, his arms secured around you.

You relaxed against him, letting go of his t-shirt, and pressed your forehead to his collarbone. "I'm really glad you like it."

Yoongi hummed appreciatively. "You're my favorite part though."

Butterflies rustled their wings in your stomach and you pressed yourself closer "Sorry for waking you."

"You didn't. Go back to sleep, little one. I'll be here, watching over you."

You couldn't fight the command, either because you were eager to do as he asked or because your eyes were already heavy and closing on their own. It really didn't matter.

Yoongi wasn't naive enough to believe that the next several days were going to be easy for him. He knew it would take a level of self-restraint that he'd never had to possess before. But it would be worth it if he could make you feel safe.

He hadn't pictured waking up with his leg between yours while you grind your heat against his thigh. Your mouth was wet and warm as you kissed and licked at his collar bone. At first, he didn't know what he should do. He didn't mind. Not in the slightest. He was more than happy to lay there and offer you any relief he could. But he was cognizant enough to realize that your actions might progress into more complicated territory, if he let it, and the farther you got, the harder it would be to stop or change course.

Yoongi turned more onto his side, raising his hand to your back before sliding it up to your hair. His grip was firm but gentle as he held you a few inches away from him.

"Good morning, princess," he said softly and watched you smile. Your eyes were completely glazed over, but you looked so happy. He kept you there for several more seconds before you started to whine.

"Alpha," was the only word to pass your lips, and it came out desperately. Your hips, which had paused before, began to move in circular motions again, and your whines deepened in pitch until they became moans. Warm, gooey apple pie coated his tongue and his skin as it fluffed out from your scent glands. The deep primal place within him that mirrors yours began to rumble in his chest, a satisfied growl that told him this was right. You were his omega, and he had you oh so close at last. He brought your mouth to his in a teeth-clashing, devouring kiss that you happily reciprocated. Yoongi's other arm wound around your back, pulling your chest against his. Nothing but the thin fabric of the soft pajamas you both wore stood between your bodies. He couldn't get enough of you, and he wanted you to get all of him that you needed, so he held you firmly and let you continue your writhing against him.

It wasn't long before your movement woke Jimin, too. For a moment, he was confused, having never woken up in your nest before. But he turned over to see you pressed against Yoongi, both oblivious to him as you kissed. He sat up quickly, wondering if Yoongi had already lost his self-control so quickly and was relieved to see you both had your clothes on still. A smirk crossed his lips at how greedily you kissed Yoongi. With Hoseok, there were always so many partners to focus on, so many other bodies in the room. He never looked quite as hungry as you did now. And Yoongi never quite got to have his way with Hoseok the way he was with you now, giving you his complete and undivided attention. At least until Jimin reached out and touched your waist, at which point he pulled away just far enough to let out a feral growl.

You let out a sound, half whine, half moan, but Jimin just laughed.

"Calm down, hyung. It's just me," he said as he ran his fingers into Yoongi's hair and pulled slightly. "It's just Jiminie."

In response, Yoongi gave a happy grumble and raised his head to get a kiss from Jimin. The beta nipped playfully at his lips that you had kissed swollen and pouty. He could taste you all over Yoongi's mouth, and you were as delicious as you smelled. Half laying back down beside you, Jimin pulled you against him, creating a little distance between you and your alpha. He held you firmly at your ribs, just under your breast. A sigh slipped past your lips as Jimin's mouth met your shoulder. His teeth pinched your skin before his soft lips soothed his bites away.

Yoongi, however, wasn't too pleased with having his plaything stolen away and slid down to press kisses to bits of skin that your thin tank top left exposed. Hungry, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbones led to red-turning-purple hickies blooming on the swells at the top of your breasts.

And that's how Hobi found you when he came to bring you breakfast, only to discover you being devoured. He couldn't help a little laugh.

"Look at the three of you, humping like a bunch of horny teenagers."

Three sets of eyes, all black-pitted with arousal, turned in his direction, startled but not alarmed.

"Sorry to interrupt, pups, but I think I did you a favor. You need something to eat and drink." He set a tray at the end of the bed and knelt on the wooden chest to chat with you all. Well, with Jimin and Yoongi. Their eyes were slowly returning to normal while yours remained somewhat clouded, too far down in omega space to come up simply because someone brought in food. Yoongi helped you sit up, though it was really more like leaning you against him. Jimin pulled up the top of your shirt, but it did nothing to hide the darkening bruises.

"How was last night?" Hoseok asked as Yoongi plucked a tangerine from the tray of food and quickly peeled the rind in one piece. He tore away a slice and pressed it to your lips.

"Eat it," he chuckled when you only looked up at him, and you opened your mouth just enough for him to slide it past your lips. "It was fine. She had a couple nightmares, but I think it was the storms, and she calmed down soon after."

Jimin hummed as he took a sip of coffee. "It would make sense that she doesn't like storms," Jimin thought aloud, as if you weren't there, and in a way, you weren't. You didn't process much of what they said but only stared at Yoongi's lips, waiting to be given another bite. It wasn't the food you craved, but your alpha's attention.

"Why?" Hobi asked, watching you fixate on Yoongi. He wondered if he looked that cute and absorbed in his alphas.

"I mean, all that time she spent on the street, she probably has weathered a few bad ones. And then there was the night she came home…"

Hobi shuttered at the thought of you alone and wet. But sitting as you were now with Yoongi, there was nothing but happiness and safety visible around you.

"You're safe now, aren't you, pup?" Yoongi cooed as his thumb lingered over your bottom lip.

"See if she'll take some of the eggs," Hobi suggested, handing him a bowl of scrambled eggs. "She needs protein, too. Sometimes you guys forget."

There were forks on the tray, but Yoongi didn't bother with it. The eggs were firm enough for him to grab a bite with his fingers. Now you eagerly opened your mouth for him, lightly licking his fingertips when they touched your tongue. It could have been gross, but if the way the three men watched you was any indication, it was clearly erotic. Hobi watched Yoongi feed you a couple more bites before he snapped out of it.

"How is she handling…her urges?" He asked, struggling to find a way to put it delicately. Normally he wouldn't bother, but with you the whole topic felt more sensitive.

Yoongi shrugged.

"They were already all over each other when I woke up," Jimin answered.

"She was all over me when I woke up!" Yoongi defended. "What was I supposed to do?"

"Control yourself a little, maybe?" Hoseok suggested.

"I was! I would have stopped it before it got any farther," Yoongi said, but he wasn't completely convincing.

"Yoon." Hobi looked into the alpha's eyes deeply and they stared at one another for a long moment.

"Don't worry guys. That's what I'm here for. I promise not to let him go too far," Jimin interrupted.

Hobi sighed and lowered his eyes to the tray of food. "Can you guys handle this?"

"We can!" Jimin answered. "I promise. We've got this. I'm not going to let her get hurt."

"Well, then I guess I'll go get her dildos ready for when the time comes," Hoseok said with an eye roll as he hauled himself up from his seat.

"I didn't buy her dildos! There will be no fucking! It's just to ease her discomfort," Yoongi responded.

"Gosh, you're so sensitive right now, Yoongles," Hobi snickered. His mocking was all for Yoongi, not for you. Yet deep down, the omega was proud of him for making these choices for you. Most alphas probably wouldn't. Most would either try to convince an omega to do something they weren't comfortable with or leave the omega alone to deal with it themselves. The fact that Yoongi, and even Jimin, was willing to go through the discomfort of not being able to care for you in the traditional way filled Hobi with pride.

He left the room, picking up the black bag Yoongi had brought home last night on his way to the bathroom across the hall. With the door shut, he removed not one but two silicone plugs. At the store, Yoongi had realized how unprepared he was. He didn't know what size you would need. One the one hand, you were so tiny, it didn't seem like anything but the smallest would fit inside of you, but on the other, his inner voice had told him you'd need to feel nice and full to be comfortable. In the end, he chose a smaller one and another he thought was comparable to his own size and rushed home. But at least he'd thought about getting the special cleanser, too. The pack wasn't big into sex toys, having more than enough appendages of all sizes to go around. Hobi carefully removed the plugs from their packaging and cleaned them thoroughly. Then he placed them in a soft, clean towel and took them back across the hall, setting them on top of your dresser.

He sighed and wiped his hands on his pants. "Okay, so, they should be ready…whenever you need them."

He went to go grab the tray off the bed, which the boys had mostly cleared off. Yoongi watched the omega while chewing the inside of his check. When their eyes met, he decided to speak.

"I was kind of hoping you'd be here to help," he said quickly and softly. His cheeks heating with shame and a flurry of other emotions. Yoongi could fuck with the best of them. Of the alphas, only he and Taehyung had ever been with women. But Yoongi was still at a loss of how to do this, and how to handle you. In his heart, he was terrified of hurting you, or scaring you and ruining everything. Maybe it was wrong to use Hobi as a crutch, but he needed it.

Hoseok froze, half crouched with the tray in his hands. His eyes slid from Yoongi over to you where you buried your face in Yoongi's shoulder. He was uncharacteristically speechless, and spent several long seconds searching for words.

"Oh…um…well. I didn't realize you'd actually need me for that part," he admitted. "I have some things I need to do right now."

"Not right now, no. I don't think she's there yet. It might not be until later. But I–I think we need you, Hobi." The desperation in Yoongi's vice only made things more difficult for the omega.

"I don't know, Yoongi. Jin…I don't know if he would like it."

Yoongi hung his head. He couldn't argue with that. There wasn't necessarily any reason for Jin to disapprove. It wouldn't interfere with anything regarding Hoseok or Jin's pack. Not really. But you were part of Yoongi's pack, and Hoseok was not. And you weren't Jin's either. This was new and uncharted territory, but Yoongi realized he really wasn't in a position to ask this much. Seokjin had been as good as he could be expected to be in the last few weeks, and to ask any more might be pushing their luck.

"Right. I understand," Yoongi sighed.

"It's not that I don't want to help, Yoon–"

Yoongi held up a hand. "No. No, I get it. I shouldn't have asked. It's too much to ask. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry," Hoseok said softly.

"No. It's alright. You can go." Yoongi said it quietly enough that Hobi knew he wasn't mad, but he could help feeling that the alpha seemed defeated, and his stomach swirled with guilt. He lowered his eyes and backed out of the room. Just before the door closed, he heard Jimin's voice:

"Don't worry, hyung. We'll work it out."

Hobi carried the tray down to the kitchen and set it on the counter next to the sink. He inhaled deeply and exhaled to release the tension in his shoulders. Instead of immediately starting on the dishes, he decided to seek out Taehyung.

Although he hadn't seen the youngest alpha get up, he'd seen the pack's bedroom door open, so he knew he must be around somewhere. He wasn't playing games in the living room, so Hobi looked for him in the sun room at the front of the house that had been granted to him as his art studio. But he wasn't there either. So Hobi went to the backdoor and slipped into someone's slides. Noticing the door to the detached garage was open, he set off across the spacious backyard in that direction.

Inside the dusty outbuilding was an assortment of things that Hoseok either hadn't yet found a place for or wasn't willing to let go of, alongside tools and Hobi's ambitions for a blooming garden by the time summer came around, but no cars. He did, however, find his alpha. Taehyung must have been lost in thought because he jumped a little when Hobi spoke.

"What's an alpha like you doing all the way out here?" He asked in that teasing voice he seemed to love using most on Tae.

"I thought I'd get started on your garden finally," he said flatly. "If we keep putting it off, the season will go by."

"You need to start today?"

"It's a beautiful day," Tae countered. Hoseok didn't miss the fact that the alpha hadn't looked at him once since he walked in, so he stepped forward to place a hand on his cheek. The two men were almost exactly the same height, so it wasn't difficult for Hobi to meet him eye to eye.

"Is something on your mind?" He asked. Tae closed his eyes and took a breath, breathing in the scent of you.

"It's just kind of strange, y'know. Spending time with her yesterday, I guess I felt like I was on the inside track, and now I feel so far outside. I just want to see her and talk to her and…"

"Fuck her brains out?"

"I'm not a pig, Hoseok…. But I am an alpha so like just a little bit. Yeah, I guess," he chuckled while his ears reddened. "I just want to spend some time outside until the others come back, so you don't have to worry about me."

Hoseok smiled as he placed his other hand on the other side of Tae's face and stroked his beautiful high cheekbones. "That's fine, baby boy. It's good to keep yourself busy," he agreed before he kissed his lips gently. "You're doing a great job. And I'm sure as soon as this is all over, you'll be right back where you were with her."

Taehyung's eyes sparked with hope. "I hope so. How is she doing?"

Hoseok attempted to keep his smile in place, but Taehyung knew it well enough to see how the corners of his lips drooped. "She's getting through it. It's not easy for her. It doesn't mean to her what it means to us. Not yet anyway."

Taehyung frowned. "Do you ever see her and think how lucky you are that you got to grow up with your family?" Hobi hummed. "The ways she doesn't know how to be herself are more heartbreaking than the scars of how people have hurt her."

"I'm trying my best–" Hoseok's voice broke at the thought of continuing your life as you'd been living it.

"You're doing so well with her. Sometimes, I think the luckiest thing will be her having you. Not to disrespect Yoongi hyung, but he can only make her physically safe. Which is important but…I don't know if it would ever matter if you weren't there to stop her from hurting herself on the inside."

Hoseok lowered his eyes and shook his head. "Sometimes the things she says make me so mad, if they came from anyone else, I'd slap them right in the mouth."

Taehyung laughed. "Well, don't do that, and I think she'll keep learning from you. You're good for her."

"I'm just doing my best. I can't fix her."

"You don't have to fix her. I know you love her. That's enough."

Hobi thought it over for a moment. "I guess I do…like I would a child."

Tae snorted. "Sure, hyung. Like a child."

Hoseok went back into the house to take care of the dishes from the morning. There were no sounds coming from upstairs. Your scent filled the house, but it remained even. Maybe you had fallen asleep in your pack's arms. Regardless, he couldn't keep his thoughts from you. His help was needed, and he wanted to give it, but how far could he go to do that?

Yoongi and Jin had drawn lines around you that were clear and solid for the members of the two packs living in his house, but not for Hobi. No one could exactly tell the pack omega what to do, not even Jin, but that didn't necessarily mean he would do whatever he pleased. Even though helping you through this ordeal wouldn't impact Hoseok and his upcoming heat in any way, that didn't mean he was free to lend himself out for…sexual services. But it wasn't like you were an alpha or that Hobi would get any gratification from helping you. His head spun with the ramifications, and his stomach twisted into knots as he scrubbed dish after dish.

Finally, he decided to do the only thing he could do when he struggled to make a decision. He called his husband.

"Hello, my love. Is everything okay?" Jin asked when he answered his phone. It wasn't common for Hoseok to call him in the morning at work.

"Yeah, everyone's fine," Hobi answered, but he couldn't hide the shake in his voice from Jin, and the silence that lingered after didn't help to sell it.

Jin smiled. He knew if something was really wrong that Hoseok wouldn't hesitate to say it, so there must be something on his mind, and whatever it was made him shy. "What is it, Seokkie?"

The omega blushed at the infrequently used pet name. It made him feel like a boy again. It had been Jungkook who started calling him Hobi, and now Jin only used 'Seokkie' when they were alone or he wanted to be particularly intimate. It reminded them both of just how long their love story was and how deeply they knew one another. Hoseok explained your predicament to his husband in a rush of words, like ripping off a bandaid.

"I see," Jin responded when he'd finished, not knowing what else to say.

"If you don't want me to do it, then I won't," Hobi added.

Jin chuckled. "You're asking for my permission? Since when?"

"This is serious Jinnie."

The alpha took a beat to appreciate that. Hoseok was right. He'd explained your history to Jin last night, so he knew just how fragile you were on the subject. He didn't expect to hear how Yoongi struggled. "Do you want to do it for Yoongi or for her?"

Hobi sighed. "Both? I don't know. I want her to feel okay. I want to help him avoid doing something he'll regret later. I want everyone to feel happy. Including you. Including me."

Jin considered that. He tried to consider how Yoongi must feel, only being able to offer his omega this small bit of relief instead of what he would naturally want to give you. But he knew that Yoongi wasn't really the obstacle to helping you. It was him. It was knowing that you were Yoongi's in the way that Hobi was his. And as much as Hobi could go his own way on things, he'd never disrespect Jin or disregard his feelings. "Do you think she'll be part of our pack one day? Is that a possibility?"

Hobi's tone brightened. "I really do! She's trying very hard, Jinnie. She's listening and learning. And I think she trusts me. I think she could trust you."

Jin conceded. "I'm not going to stop you, my love. If you want to help them, it's fine with me. But only if you're comfortable with it, and not because Yoongi is in over his head."

Hoseok felt some of the pressure lift off his chest. "Okay." He took a deep breath and sighed. "Look, I don't know if this will even happen today, let alone when. So I might be busy when you come home."

"Don't worry, love. I'll take the other boys out for dinner. We'll get our time with you later this week." Hoseok could hear the happiness in his tone, but he didn't dwell on it. Those feelings would have to wait a few days. They said their goodbyes and hung up with Hobi feeling a bit lighter. But he'd be lying if he said Jin had alleviated all his worries.

He had permission now, but that didn't mean that he would be able to do.

Hoseok had never been with another omega before, let alone a woman. And he knew Yoongi said it wasn't fucking, but was still intimate and sexual, and he didn't think he had any idea what to do down there, with you. He knew you weren't that different, but you were different enough for him to feel scared.

But even that wasn't the real issue that he was afraid of facing. Hoseok cared for you deeply. He wouldn't say it to your face because he's just not serious like that, but he could even think he loved you. Maybe not quite in a paternal way, but as a mentor, an older brother; as someone whose job it was to teach you about life. He didn't want to see you as an object of attraction. He didn't want to acknowledge how his heart fluttered yesterday as you tried on outfit after outfit, or how his breath catches when he sees you really smile, much less how fucking good you smell during your heat, when your scent coats the back of his throat, or how sexy your lips looked touching Yoongi's fingers this morning. Hobi wasn't ready to be attracted to you or in love with you. It wasn't on his list of things to do with you.

Footsteps on the stairs pulled Hoseok from his thoughts, and he looked up to see Jimin round the corner with his phone to his ear, giving him a remorseful look. He took his cue to go upstairs and check on how things were going. It had been about an hour since he'd left your room, and he wondered if something had happened. He opened the door quietly and poked his head in.

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

Yoongi's attention snapped from the phone in his hand to the omega. "Yeah, fine. I was just about to text you. Jimin had to take a call from work, and I really have to go to the bathroom. Would you mind staying with her for a few minutes? She's asleep, but I don't want her to wake up alone."

"Of course. No problem," Hobi nodded. Normally, for him, there were enough packmates that he would never be left alone. Not that he couldn't be left alone, but it was a bit distressing, particularly during the headier moment of heat, to find oneself all alone. And given that this was your first heat in a while to not spend alone—your first one to spend with them—it made sense that Yoongi wouldn't want to leave you in your own. It would cause him a different kind of distress to do so.

Yoongi gently rolled you off of his chest so that you lay on your back and he could free his arm. He got up quietly and quickly left the room. When you were alone, you rolled into your other side and whimpered softly. You bent one leg up towards your body, while the other one stuck straight out toward Hobi. He couldn't help but be fascinated by your little feet. They seemed too small to be able to carry you through the world, yet their wear and callouses showed they worked hard to do just that. Seeing how tiny they were reminded him of how quietly you moved through the house. He was still trying to learn the sounds of your footsteps and of your breathing so that he'd be able to recognize you just by that, the way he could the rest of his pack.

It wasn't a secret even though he was trying to hide it, that Hobi already thought of you as his. He'd waited a long time for an omega like you. Someone like him that he could share this pack with, through its highs and lows and day to days.

He didn't realize he was holding onto your foot, stoking his thumb over the bulge of your ankle, until you spoke his name.

"Hobi?" You asked, voice gravelly and thick with sleep.

"It's just me, pup," he nodded.

You looked around at your surroundings and noticed he was right. It was just him and you. The air around you felt cold, sending goosebumps down your arms despite your internal heat. You weakly raised a hand toward him. "Will you come lay with me?"

Hoseok swallowed and stood up slowly to walk to the edge of the bed on the side Jimin took. When he looked in your eyes, they were clearer than they had been this morning. He stood silently, looking at you, for a long moment before either of you spoke. "I've never been in your nest before, pup."

"I'm inviting you in now. Please come lay down," you said so softly he could barely hear it.

But he took it genuinely and climbed in over the perimeter to where you laid. He settled several inches from you, but you scooted closer, forcing him to hold you. He knew you'd never do that if you weren't in your current condition, but he didn't refuse you. Instead, he managed to get one arm under your head while the other stroked up and down your back. You pressed your head into his chest and breathed in deep.

"Have I ever told you how much I love your scent?" You asked. He shook his head, unable to form words around the sudden tightness in his chest, as if his heart and lungs were too big for his ribcage. "It's so warm and comforting to me. Your scent is on every surface in this house, and it smells like love."

Your voice was so dreamy, Hobi wasn't sure if you knew what you were saying, but it filled him with warmth regardless, and his scent fluffed around you. Your hands fisted around his shirt, and you buried your face in him. He liked you like this, uninhibited, taking what you wanted and needed without feeling shy. It was easy to wrap his arms around you and hold you closer. He could only hope you felt as safe with him as you truly were.

Yoongi returned pleasantly surprised to find both of his omegas tangled up in your nest. You had already fallen back asleep and Hobi appeared to be studying every hair on your head. His eyes turned up to meet Yoongi's and the alphas wide smile broke across his face.

"You certainly made yourself at home," Yoongi teased as he closed the door.

"She invited me."

"I know you wouldn't be here if she hadn't."

"What are you looking at?" Hoseok asked when Yoongi continued to stare.

"Just enjoying this moment. Jin would be so jealous if he knew what I had all to myself right now."

Hobi rolled his eyes. "It's not a competition."

"We're alphas. It's always a competition."

Yoongi placed his knees behind your back and leaned over you to kiss Hoseok. The omega's lips were dry, but Yoongi licked across them and they parted, letting him deepen the kiss.

Hoseok chuckled and pulled back as much as he could in his position. "What are you doing?"

Yoongi shrugged and moved to lay behind you. "Just telling you I love you." He laid his hand on the curve of your side. "She idolizes you, you know?"

Hoseok's eyes widened. "I don't think so."

"She does. She talks about the things you teach her and tell her, like you're some revered master. She wants your approval. Even more than I think she wants mine." Yoongi's eyes roamed over your body, wondering if you heard them.

"It's not about my approval," Hobi whispered.

"I know that. She said to me a few weeks ago that she wants to be good so she can stay. I think she's starting to get that there isn't anything she can do that will make me send her away. But she is afraid of disappointing you. I know she isn't perfect, but don't be too hard on her, please?" Yoongi locked eyes with him, and Hobi could see his sincerity in those depths.

"Tae mentioned earlier that she makes him feel lucky, I guess because even if he lost his family, he still knew them, and he learned enough from them not to let the world get him down. She doesn't have that. I don't want her to be exactly like me. I just don't want her to be all the things they've made her believe she is. It hurts too much. And if it hurts me, with all the advantages I have, I can't possibly imagine how much damage it does to her," Hobi concluded. He gently brushed hair out of your face with the lightest of touches, relieved to see that you were still soundly asleep.

Before Yoongi could find any way to respond, the door opened once again and Jimin entered.

"Is everything okay?" Yoongi asked.

"Everything is fine. Just some alphas who need to work their shit out, but it's not my problem today, and that's what I told them." Jimin climbed over the chest at the end of the bed and up to the perimeter of your nest.

"They gave you a hard time?"

Jimin shook his head. "Taehyung on the other hand…well he's getting very sweaty in the backyard right now, and it was a little distracting," he giggled.

"I'm sorry for taking your spot, but I dont think I'm allowed to move," Hobi said without an ounce of remorse.

Jimin shrugged as he moved over the perimeter and laid at the bottom of your nest. "I'm fine right here."

Alpha.

You'd been asleep for a long time. It was your primary mechanism for getting through your heats when you couldn't avoid them. If you were sleeping, you might have bad dreams, but you could avoid the physical sensations associated with your condition. Your sleep since last night had been relatively peaceful, which you could only contribute to the soothing scents of your pack and even hobi, which surrounded you as you slept. But now Yoongi was missing from your nest, and you needed him.

Not just needed him there, but you needed him.

Need alpha's knot now. Please. Your tiny voice in your head begged. You could feel it, the ache between your legs. You could feel the thick, warm slick leaking from you, ready and waiting for your alpha to give you what was yours.

"Alpha," you whined brokenly, alerting the others that you were awake. You had begun to murmur his name a little while ago, seeking him out with your hands and your mouth before you were conscious enough to make a real effort. Hoseok could see that you were now. "Where's alpha," you cried.

"I'm over here, princess," Yoongi breathed from the chair in the corner where he sat, apart from you, but still keeping watch.

"In the nest," you whined.

"I can't be with you right now. I'm sorry," he told you. If you were fully yourself, you'd be able to hear the regret in his voice, but you didn't.

"Why? Give me a knot, alpha. Promise I'll be good. Just need your knot."

Yoongi's hands gripped the arms of the chair until his knuckles turned white. "I wish I could, baby." You began to cry, and the sight of your tears made him ache in a way so much stronger than the strain in his muscle to keep himself off of you. He knew it would be hard to deny himself, but he didn't know how hard it would be to deny you. "Hobi, Jimin, please," he croaked.

Suddenly a hand on your ankle grabbed your attention. You looked down and could make out Jimin's face through your tears.

"It's okay, sweet thing. Hobi and I are going to make you feel better," he said soothingly.

"Alpha…doesn't want me."

A growl came low from Yoongi's corner, but you didn't get a chance to look in his direction because another hand was holding your face and demanding your gaze.

"That isn't true," Hobi said firmly. "Your alpha wants you too much for his own good. But he's doing this for you. He cares for you so much, he doesn't want to hurt you. You'll understand when this is all over."

If possible, your features turned even more sad. "When will it be over?" You rasped.

He wiped away your tears with his thumbs. "Hold on for me a while longer, little one. Can Jimin and I help you?"

"Help?"

"We can help make the aching go away. But you have to stop crying first," he told you softly as he continued to dry your cheeks.

You sniffed and scrunched your face, as if you were physically shutting off the tears. Your eyes finally cleared and you looked at Hobi expectantly. "I'll do anything."

He smiled as if he were amused and kissed your cheek. "Good girl. We're gonna make you feel nice and full, okay?"

You gave a muted squeak of excitement. "First let Jimin take off your shorts, okay?"

You nodded and laid back on the nest. Hobi moved away from you, which startled you at first, but Jimin distracted you with his hands, gliding them smoothly up your legs from your ankles to your hips. He hovered over you to capture your mouth with a kiss. His lips were warm and wet. His kiss wasn't shy or chaste, but messy and ravenous as he licked into your mouth. His fingers dug into your thighs as you kissed him back. You lifted your hips up when he gripped your waistband and pulled the shorts down your legs without taking his mouth from yours. Meanwhile, Hoseok got up to grab the smaller of the two fake knots they had prepared for you. When he returned, Jimin redirected his mouth to your neck, giving you soft sucking kisses.

"Okay, little one." He held the plug in front of your face. "This little knot is all yours. I'll help you put it in, and you can keep it as long as you want."

He could see you were a little confused. You looked to your alpha, who was still holding himself back, but looked a little more at ease. Instead of digging into the upholstery, he held his fist around the pair of shorts Jimin had tossed his way.

"Go on, princess. Let alpha see how pretty you look when you're full," he said, his voice coming from deep in his gut.

"Let us see, sweet thing," Jimin hummed in your ear. "You'll feel so nice."

You turned your eyes to Hoseok and nodded your consent.

"If you want a knot, you'll have to ask for it, pup," he said evenly. He was teasing, but he also wanted to make sure you really wanted it.

"Please, please give me a knot," you begged pitifully, rubbing your thighs together as you continued to ache for it. "I need to feel it. Please."

Jimin lapped hungrily at the scent gland under your chin while Hobi moved to your lower half. "You've never smelled sweeter, sweet thing. I wanna eat you up," Jimin teased, making you giggle, distracting you from Hoseok prying your legs apart.

Hoseok can say unequivocally that he's never been this close to a pussy in his life—with the singular exception of when he was born. He was surprised to find himself thinking how cute you are. Your sweet little hole didn't really look like his, but you were just as wet and messy and sweet as he gets. Your labia were puffy and he was sure they ached to feel relief. He took a deep breath to steady himself before he dared to touch his fingers to the rim of your entrance. At the lightest pressure, you clenched around nothing, and Hoseok felt the most unexpected shock of arousal ring through him. He didn't need to think before he pushed the tips of his two middle fingers inside of you. It might be more prudent to start with one, but you were in heat and you were more than ready to take him.

Your answering moan filled the room, and Hoseok was glad that Jin took the others out for dinner because you sounded so heavenly, he didn't think the three of them would be able to stop the other four from barging in.

"Such a pretty sound for me, baby," Jimin cooed while Yoongi melted in his chair, wishing he could be closer, but so happy to hear you were being pleased.

Hoseok pushed one more finger past your slick walls and nearly moaned himself when he felt you squeeze around him.

"You're doing great, little one," he praised as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, feeling your muscles loosen little by little. "Are you ready to take your knot, pup?" He asked when he felt like you'd opened up enough. He took your garbled moan and the way you clenched as a yes.

Hobi spread some of your slick from his fingers onto the plug, though it was hardly necessary. Your hole was dripping with it, and he had felt you gush onto his hand before. He looked up to see your face.

"It might hurt for a second, little one. Tell me to stop if you want me to stop," he instructed, and you nodded your head.

Jimin trailed his mouth down to your breast, pulling down your top to expose a perky little nipple, which he sucked into his mouth. Hobi rubbed the head of the plug over your entrance to coat it with your slick before he slowly pushed it inside of you. Your moans were deep and throaty, and he had to bite back his own arousal as your walls closed in around the silicone head. Despite his fears of hurting you, the toy slid in easily until it was buried fully inside you. It wasn't as long as a real knot, and it didn't have quite the same girth as your alpha, but it fit snugly within your walls, and he could tell it was doing just what they'd wanted when you let out a happy sigh.

Hoseok came to lie at your side and turned your face so he could see your eyes. They were fully glassy and happy as they rolled to look at him. Your debauched expression threatened to steal the better part of his sanity.

"How does that feel, little one?" He breathed.

"So full," you answered and your body wriggled beneath them, but there seemed to be some words hanging, left unsaid, but Hoseok didn't quite know what.

"You can touch yourself, if you want to, sweet thing," Jimin rasped in your ear.

Don't you dare.

You shut your eyes tight and shook your head. "Can't," you hiccuped.

Understanding dawned on Hoseok and he touched your face. "Look at me," he ordered and you obeyed. "You're doing so well, little one. Such a good little omega for us. You can do it."

You shook your head again. "Can't. Bad," you choked out. "Bad."

"No, pup."

"Let me in," Yoongi said, suddenly standing over Hoseok's shoulder.

"Yoongi…"

"I'm not going to do anything I said I wouldn't," Yoongi argued, but his eyes were locked with yours. "Let me hold her."

"Alpha," you whispered, holding a hand out to him, and Hobi had no choice but to relinquish his spot beside you, though he didn't move far.

"I've got you, princess," he soothed when he was pressed to your side with one arm behind your head. "Does it feel good to be so filled up?"

You nodded your head into him, seeking out his neck and his thick scent. But he wouldn't let you turn into him.

"I know, baby. You were made for this. Your body does it so well. But you don't feel totally better yet, do you, princess?"

"No."

Yoongi smiled and kissed your forehead. Taking your hand he murmured, "here, let me show you. It's not bad. It will feel good. You've been so perfect, princess. I want you to feel the best you can."

With his hand covering yours, he guided you down between your legs. He brought your fingers far enough to feel the silicone base of the plug where it was buried inside of you.

"Do you feel that, baby? Alpha gave you that. Do you like it?" He purred in your ear. You whimpered and nodded your head, utterly incapable of forming words with the way his body, his scent and his voice wrapped around your being.

Pulling your hand back just a little, he pressed your fingers to the puffy, sensitive flesh just above. You mewled in pleasure, moving your hips as you squeezed around the knot. He began to circle your fingers around your bud, appreciating the delicate sounds of satisfaction you made as he guided you. When you moaned, Jimin reclaimed your mouth with a kiss, claiming your sounds for his own. Yoongi left his hand on yours but let you set the pace while at the same time letting his other hand cup your breast, squeezing it harshly. Another set of hands—they must have been Hobi's—held your legs apart when they threatened close so that he could continue you watch as you pleasured yourself. When your moans got higher and he knew you were close, Yoongi pressed his fingers down on yours, adding pressure and ensuring you didn't give up until you reached completion.

"Almost there, princess. You've done so well for me. Come for me, and you can keep my knot in you as long as you want," he urged, and you followed where his words and fingers led you, over the edge and into a chasm of pleasure.

Watching you spasm around the knot took Hoseok's breath away. He'd never imagined or wondered what that might be like, but he thought it was beautiful. He wanted to give you orgasm after orgasm just to see your pussy take it again and again. Your legs wanted to close, and he let them. You curled into Yoongi, taking gasping breaths as he held you tightly to his chest and whispered soft praises. Jimin stroked his hand down your side and up again.

By the time Hoseok had cleaned you up with a warm, wet cloth, you were falling asleep in Yoongi's arms once again, the plug still tucked safely away inside of you and a satisfied smile on your lips.

"I'll go get dinner ready. I'm guessing we're all pretty much starving," Hobi said softly, gathering a few things to take out with him to tidy up the place.

As he opened the door, Yoongi transfered you into Jimin's arms. Luckily, you didn't wake, and Yoongi followed the other omega into the hall. Hoseok was just entering your bathroom when Yoongi went in with him.

"What's wrong, Yoongi?" He asked, looking at him with startled eyes. The alpha was disheveled and his eyes were still dark with lust, something Hobi found irresistible.

"Nothing,"Yoongi breathed heavily. "I just wanted to say thank you. You didn't have to help, but you did, so thanks."

Hoseok smirked. "I didn't do it for you, alpha."

"I know. But I wouldn't have been able to get through it without you."

Hoseok's eyes grew darker, his smile more mocking. "Did you get through it, alpha? Looks like you're still pretty worked up to me." He trailed his fingers down Yoongi's chest.

Yoongi's breath turned ragged as Hoseok stepped closer. "Can you blame me?"

"No. It was certainly eye opening," the omega purred. He gripped the front of Yoongi's shirt and pulled him closer. Their lips crashed as he shut the bathroom door.

Yoongi's hands went to the other man's hair as he was pushed against the door. Hobi's teeth nipped the white flesh of yoongi's neck as he palmed fervently at his thick knot, trapped uncomfortably in the confines of his gray sweatpants.

"It's cruel, you know, to flaunt a knot like that in front of an omega."

"I don't need to flaunt anything to drive you crazy, do I, Hobi?"

"You think I'm worked up because of you?" He chuckled and pulled Yoongi's cock free. "Think again, buddy."

"Are you into my omega?" Yoongi smiled against his lips. Nimble fingers pulled a sigh from him.

"I've certainly been into her more than you have."

Yoongi threw his head back with a short laugh. "Trying to make me jealous?"

"Would that get you to shut the hell up and fuck me?"

Yoongi turned the omega around and pinned him to the wall. "That's what you want, omega? Should make you beg for my knot, huh?"

"I'm not opposed. Poor little thing doesn't know what she's missing, though," he smiled as Yoongi shoved down both their pants. "She's so small and tight, alpha. That plug isn't nearly as big as you. Wonder if she can take it."

"Maybe you can show her how to take it next time," Yoongi growled as his fingers found Hoseok's hole. "Fuck, you're wet."

"Not as wet as she was. The sweet little cunt on your omega. Never seen anything like it." A wordless growl echoed off the walls of the bathroom, answered by Hoseok's high pitched moans as Yoongi's fingers found the right spot. "Fuck! Enough. Want your knot alpha. Give me everything you can't give her."

"Don't want to hurt you," Yoongi said, voice gravelly.

"You won't. I know I can take you. Need you, alpha."

Yoongi didn't waste a moment. He pulled Hoseok's hips out, forcing his chest down, so he could align himself at his wet, pink entrance. Once he entered him, he plunged into Hobi's depths with ease. The omega braced himself against the wall as his alpha set a brutal pace. His cries of pleasure were not quiet, but only you and Jimin were there to hear, and you were dead to the world.

"Fuck, yes. Have to teach her to take you like this. Would you like that, alpha? Want me to teach her everything I know?"

"Ah," Yoongi groaned as Hobi clenched around him, his slick making a mess of them both and dripping down his legs. "Don't think she'd ever learn to talk like you. You've got a whore's mouth, you know that?"

"You love it."

"I do. Now shut the fuck up so I can come. I'm fucking close, baby."

Hoseok stayed stone still while Yoongi pounded into him, burying himself to the hilt when his knot began to inflate and he came with tired breaths.

"Are you okay, baby?" Yoongi asked, stroking down his omegas back as he waited. These moments when he connected to his mates were always the most clear, filled with tenderness and love, no matter what words or deeds had brought them there.

"Feel perfect, Yoon. You always make me feel so good. Missed you."

"I'm sorry. I know I've been distracted lately." He pressed a soft kiss to Hobi's spine as an apology.

Hobi shook his head as he leaned heavily against the wall. "Didn't say it to make you feel sorry. It's been a while since we had a moment like that. Like that I can be free with you. Makes things so fun."

"We do tend to have fun," Yoongi agreed. "Come here," he said softly when his knot had deflated. He brought Hoseok to the edge of the bathtub and began to fill it with warm water. Then he helped him in and got in behind him, letting the omega lay his back against his chest.

"You don't have to stay here with me. I know you're probably anxious to get back to her," Hobi told him after they'd been sitting in the water for a few minutes.

"I am, but I'm not anxious to leave you. The truth is, I've missed you too. I know things never quite went back to usual and now, things will never be the way they were. I feel a little…guilty." Yoongi cupped water in his hand and let it wash down his lover's chest.

"Don't. It's true, she'll change everything. But everything wasn't so good. Maybe it was a change we needed. I believe it will be for the best, in the end."

Yoongi hummed. "I also feel guilty because I won't be there for your heat."

"I know," Hobi answered, dragging his fingers up the legs that encircled him. "It's not a big deal. I have everyone else. It's not a big thing to me anymore. You need to focus on her."

"I love you, you know that?"

"I do. And I love you too."

After quickly washing, the pair left the tub, lingering a bit longer over each other's bodies as they dried off before they fetched new pajamas.

"Go on and be with her," Hoseok told him at the top of the stairs. "I'm gonna go put together something to eat, and I'll be there soon."

Yoongi slipped back into your room, quickly meeting the eyes of a very smug looking Jimin.

"What?"

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Jimin asked as he petted down your arm.

Yoongi scoffed. "Did you? Why are you both shirtless? Is she still asleep?"

You moaned and turned a fraction toward his voice as he climbed back into the nest.

"She took her shirt off herself and it seemed rude not to join her. She gave me a couple hickies, too, so now we really match. Isn't that right, sweet thing?" Jimin asked with a light pinch to your side.

You giggled softly. "Mini nice."

"What did you do to her?" Yoongi asked with a smile as you turned to him with a bright, if dazed, one of your own.

"Nothing. It's just the hormones. She seems to be enjoying all the touching."

You managed to move onto your knees, tottering a bit when the plug moved, but you kept it from slipping out. "No," you said with a cute but firm pout as you tugged at the hem of Yoongi's shirt.

"You want my shirt off, too, princess?" Yoongi asked innocently. You nodded and continued to pull. "That's no problem." He tugged the garment over his head and threw it onto the chest where your extra blankets were stored. Then he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you against him. "Better?"

You nodded and maneuvered yourself into his lap, pushing him into a reclining position with you on his chest.

"My alpha," you whispered after you rested your cheek against his shoulder. Yoongi's heart stuttered, feeling at once the weight and the joy of the trust you placed in him.

Fool. You let them make you feel safe. But they're just preparing you to breed. They'll need to know if you can handle it. Why else would Hobi be there? He needs a baby, and he's going to get it from you.

You had awoken to a dark room. Your packmates slept beside you. Only a few hours ago had they decided they were ready to sleep and helped you get cleaned and ready for a good night's sleep. You'd kept the plug in for hours until you felt truly sated. But already you were feeling the emptiness ache at you. Your voices had no problem filling the void.

Would that be the worst thing? I need it. Need alpha.

And when you fail? Will he still be your good alpha then? Or worse, what if you die this time?

"Stop it. Shut up!" You called out without thinking.

Yoongi, who had turned on his side away from you, flipped over in an instant. "What's wrong? What happened?"

To his horror, you pulled away, just like you did your first time with them, until you collided with Jimin on your other side. "What do you want?"

Yoongi's voice softened in the darkness, although you couldn't see more than a shadowy figure. "Nothing, princess. Just want to make sure you're okay. Did you have a nightmare?"

"No."

A light clicked on behind you. Yoongi's features were soft but full of worry. He held his hands open to show you he wasn't a threat. But the dissonance of the danger your mind wanted you to fear and the gentle man in front of you made your head buzz. You struggled to make sense of what was real and what was your imagination. Was it possible that Yoongi was truly a good man who kept his promises and wouldn't hurt you? Or were your voices correct, warning you that his behavior was all to lure you into security so he could do what he wanted with you? Sometimes, your own brain could be your biggest enemy, but there was no denying that it often tried to keep you out of danger as well.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder, followed by soft lips on your warm back. You jerked away, scrambling backward and almost over the edge of the bed. Yoongi caught onto the only part of you he could reach, your leg, to keep you from falling. In the light, he could see that your eyes were the clearest they had been all day, and yet they were full of fear. Fear of them. He let go of you immediately.

"Baby, everything is okay. You're safe. You're at home with us," he tried to ground you with his voice, afraid that touching you would make things worse.

He could do it now. He'll push you down into the mattress and make you submit. And then he'll–

Yoongi watched you close your eyes as you tried to shut out the voices. He gotten better at recognizing when they filled your mind and confused you with paranoid thoughts.

"Princess, listen to my voice." You opened your eyes to peer at him, and your gaze was heartbreaking. "I'm here, not them. They're only in your head. Tell me what they're saying."

Your lips trembled as you hesitated. It was the same thing he had heard a dozen times. The same thing you thought about every day. You didn't want to tell him again, but his words were a command, and you couldn't resist giving him an answer.

"You're–" Your voice cracked from so much disuse and you cleared it to begin again. "You're making me f-feel safe but really y-you're preparing to breed me again."

Yoongi frowned but tried to squash his disappointment. He wanted nothing more than for you to trust him. He thought he'd done everything to prove he was worth it. But he should have known trauma wasn't so easy to erase. After all, it was the family that raised for sixteen years that first taught you to be wary of security. He took a steadying breath and looked you in the eye.

"I made you a promise, Y/N. It was my first promise and I won't break it. Have I given you any reason to think I would?" You shook your head without hesitation. "Do you trust me?"

You wanted to. You were almost certain you did. You nodded your head.

"Good. You can trust me. I know that these voices have tried to keep you safe in the past, based on your experiences. But this is not your past. It won't be the same, and if you trust me, you need to believe that."

You thought about his words for a moment, and they felt right. The past few weeks were like nothing you had experienced ever in your life. There had been so much safety, and honesty, and affection that it looked like something out of a fantasy. And maybe that's what made it so hard to believe in, but you knew that it was real. Yoongi was real, while the malicious whispers in your head were only that. They were less than air.

Suddenly, you crawled forward, straight into Yoongi's chest. You felt his arms wrap around you immediately and began to weep.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I got confused. Don't be mad," you cried into the shelter of his body.

He shushed you as he held you tight, rubbing circles on your lower back with a firm hand. "It's okay, princess. I told you that I would always tell you what's real. What you feel now, my arms around you. This is real. Out here is real. Everything is okay."

Yoongi let you cry yourself out on his chest, unbothered by his damp shirt. Jimin cuddled close, too, wrapping an extra arm around your trembling figure to shield you from any more worry, if only for tonight.

A/n: Wow. It's been like, over a year since I wrote any smut, and I've been very anxious about it. I would love to hear any small thing you liked about any of this chapter. I think Hobi was the shining star of her heat, tbh. I love him an indescribable about.

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shina913 · 11 months

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Scions, Ch.8d | Kims + JHS

Scions, 8d

sci·on | \ ˈsī-ən \ Definition:(1)a descendant(2) a shoot or twig, especially one cut for grafting or planting

✼Scions Masterlist✼

Pairing: Fem!Reader Sister + Kim Brothers; JHS x Fem!Reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Siblings!AU; Marriage!AU; FWB!AU; exes to ?; Mom!Reader; Brother’s Best Friend; drama; angst; smut; fluff

Warnings: vulnerable confessions; cussing; pining; unrequited love; hints of FWB arrangement but not explicitly detailed

Word count: 1K+

Summary: Four grown siblings return to their childhood hometown after their father is declared to be terminal. They are forced to live under the same roof for days, along with their overbearing mother, to say their final goodbyes. It starts off nostalgic until some unresolved family issues along with an assortment of spouses, exes, and might-have-beens make things even more interesting.

A/N: Just kidding! I said third of three updates but...I had this scene that I initially was going to work into Part 9 but it didn't quite fit so now it's 8D 🤡

After you walk out the door and into the waiting van, where your brothers and sister-in-law are already waiting, Hobi doesn't linger. He walks toward the bar to check on a few more things to ensure that the place will be ready for reopening the next day.

As he looks up for a fraction of a second, he sees you climb into the van, followed by Namjoon who was right behind you. He looks away again just before the door shuts. Not long after, he feels an arm encircle his waist and a hand brushing his cheek. He turns his face to lean into the touch but recoils as soon as he realizes that it's Dara.

"Shit, sorry." He distances himself from her, remembering that Yoongi was in the same room, cleaning up.

"What?" she asks quietly, confused as to what she's done wrong. "Nobody's here and he doesn't care." She sees that Yoongi had his back turned to them. She tries to step closer to him again, but he steps back.

"I just didn’t realize you were still here. And…you know, we talked about this," he whispers, sidestepping her to pick up more empty glasses and beer bottles to put in the bin he's carrying around.

He calls out to Yoongi and tells him he can finish up on his own.

Yoongi pauses, looks at Dara, then back at Hobi. "Are you sure? I don't mind."

"Nah. You did plenty tonight, hyung. Go home and rest.” He smiles tightly.

"Alright. You’re the boss," Yoongi responds flatly. He tells Hobi that he will take out the last garbage bag in the back before heading home.

After mouthing his thanks to Yoongi, he turns to Dara. “That goes for you, too." He hopes she takes the hint and leaves him alone with his thoughts. It feels like the longest night of his life–and it was nowhere close to midnight.

Once Yoongi was out of earshot, Dara approaches Hobi again. "It's because she's here, isn't it?"

Hobi is exhausted, confused, and emotional from your intense conversation earlier. His thoughts are all over the place--old feelings, past issues...arguments that he had buried long ago have resurfaced. He wasn't in the mood to deal with Dara; he just wanted her to leave without being cruel to her.

"I'm sorry," he says.

She moves closer to him. "You don't have to apologize, Hoseok. I know...I always knew." Despite spending countless hours together during junior and senior years at the library, she knew he would never see her as more than a friend. But she was still content with whatever kindness and attention he offered.

Although she had repeatedly absolved him of any guilt, Hobi still felt as if he was taking advantage of her situation. Despite his mother's urging to leave their hometown and start somewhere else, he had chosen to stay. It didn’t matter where he went, he would still feel lonely and empty.

"It's nothing against you," he says, setting the plastic bin filled with bottles and glasses down to face her. "I wish, so badly, that I could give you what you want and need. It's not that I don't want to, I..." He shrugs his shoulders, at a loss for words. "...just can't."

She was aware of this, and he knew that she wouldn't love anyone more than her late husband. Hobi was special to her in a different way, but this arrangement was more for convenience, to fulfill a need that they couldn't find elsewhere. Despite his guilt, she had benefitted from this arrangement, too.

"I know," she responds with an achingly warm smile. "I know that when you look at me, you see somebody else.”

A wistful smile forces its way through his face. He couldn’t help but picture your body flush against his, instead of hers. Your scent, instead of hers. Your face.

And not for lack of trying, because he did try--very hard--to forget about you. Each and every time, he failed miserably.

News of your divorce was a shock to him and, truthfully, many other things could happen. He wanted to at least take a chance. Tonight’s kiss may have been impulsive but he felt something there and he knew that you felt it, too.

“I might have a window of opportunity,” he says, still feeling the ghost of your lips on his.

She cocked her head to the side, regarding him. “She’s always been the one, right?”

Hobi is still for a few seconds, but he eventually bobs his head in a nod.

“Then you’ve got to go for it,” she urges him. “And judging by the way she looked at you tonight, I can tell not much has changed for her either."

He chuckles. “I really hope so.”

"I think you know so," she replies before taking off her apron. "I also wanted to let you know that I found a permanent job in the next town over, so I can't hang around as much anymore."

Hobi's shoulders rise. "I wish I could give you a raise," he says regretfully.

She waves it off. "Just give it to Yoongi. Besides, I wanted to come by tonight to pay my respects to the family." She pauses, turning sheepish for a moment before adding, "And I was thinking that we could have a little farewell drink together, but I guess that's off the table now." She jokes.

He laughs in return, relieved that she's taking everything in stride.

As their laughter dies down, she turns serious, her eyes carrying a hint of nostalgia. "I'll never regret the time we spent together. Our conversations, the moments we shared, they were all so special to me, especially during that time when I was still grieving over Junho. You made me believe in love again, even if it was just for that short time. And for that, I'll always be grateful. Thank you for being there as a friend when I needed one the most.”

With a final kiss on his cheek, Dara walks out the door.

It's close to 2AM by the time Hobi finishes locking up then begins his long drive home--which took all but 10 minutes. When he turns the street corner to pull into the driveway, he sees a figure sitting on his front stoop.

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mysmorgasbordoffantabulosa · 1 year

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https://twitter.com/sc0ttishlass/status/1631578210683985923?s=20

Ok... but not the most accurate argument I've seen regarding this...

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Ok starts out well and factual...

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Again, all quite true... Then the legal changes occurred...

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And when these legal changes were made which companies were ordered to end them specifically? Well...

Agencies targeted by the ruling include the country’s top three: JYP Entertainment, SM Entertainment, and YG Entertainment. Smaller firms, LOEN, FNC, Cube, Jellyfish Entertainments and DSP Media were also included. - Source

So no BigHit (now HYBE) mmm, interesting...

Ok let's be clear here, there are two types of contracts... Idol Trainnee Contracts and Idol Contracts. A trainnee contract can be up to 5 years and Idol one up to 7. BTS's first started on 13th June 2013 and ended on 12th June 2020 (7 years). We know this because they stated this during the BangBangCon Live concert.

So, 2018 was not their contract end, it was when BigHit initiated contract renegotiations.

Also, technically 2017 was when they started to take off (DNA and Billboard Awards noms anyone?).

There is no basis in fact, just assumption here...

Again no basis in facts...

Firstly, the fact that BTS didn't have any money was probably because not 2-3 years earlier BH was on for verge of not continuing with the BTS project until I The Most Beautiful Moment in Life, Pt. 1 was released and they started to make some money. Also remember, for most of 2016/2017 they were on tour or promoting. So when were they gonna spend there money?

Also, after Wings Tour there was bit of down time for them during the renegotiations, which by the BIgHit insisted they involve the Parents and outside legal counsel if the wished to do so.

I think the initial contract stipulated that all should live together in a dorm provide by BH. I have theorised that post contract re-sign they were all allowed to purchase their own property and live there. We know Jin was living somewhere else in 2018, as was Tae & Yoongi in 2019, and by the 2020 nearly all were living away from the dorm.

Also, J Hope's purchase was for his parents. How do this? Well Leetuk has mentioned on several occasions bumping in them at his home in Trimage.

I swear some people...

Anyway, we know that a solo era has always been in the works and was meant to happen from 2021, but covid and all that jazz.

Additionally, this solo era would have been negotiated as part of their new contract (which according to some was set to end in 2024) AND that BH would be manging said solo era. We know this because the boys mention this and so have HYBE themselves.

In order for any member to sign deals they would have to notify their management company... why? Because THEY ARE UNDER CONTRACT with NH, and said management company would likely need to be INVOLVED IN THOSE CONTRACT NEGOTIATIONS, with other brands, because they manage artist schedules, security and styling, so it doesn't conflict with HYBE/BH plans/policy and BTS concept; as well as it not conflicting with anything in their contract with BTS. People who don't get this are idiots and shouldn't be allowed anywhere near social media.

Agencies are designed to represent their Artists, some fans may not like that but that is an actual fact and BigHit is continuing to represent BTS in their solo era, including with brand deals, features and variety show work.

We don't know the ins and outs of what was agreed regarding Tae and JK's solo work, But JK's FIFA song, got tweeted about and behind the scenes work by BH. Tae's work with Jinny's kitchen has had some promos, and but the Sim Invest deal might and lack of announcement might have something to do with BTS's contract with Tokopedia, and e-commerce company in the same country.

We don't know, so stop suggesting something based on vagueness.

OMFG... Go watch this video and fucking enlighten yourselves with some facts from Korean entertainment lawyers...

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They explain that...

... K-Pop companies rarely use slave contracts now, and that a company would make some headlines if they decided to go back to using it....

.... while companies can request to get paid training fees by their trainees, it’s not common. They even explain how people should shy away from a company if they ask for training fees...

Also, if BH/HYBE were being so fucking cruel to deny them opportunities (which we have no real evidence fore) or support, do you seriously think that Tae and JK who were involved in disbandment talks in 2018 wouldn't just straight up and fucking sue HYBE to be released early from their contract?

Why fucking waits another year, when supposedly they ain't getting any work, which could damage their brand?

I swear some people have not fucking clue how the real-world works. BTS and their members currently are the single most important asset for BH and HYBE and have built that company from the ground up. Do you seriously think so fucking little of Tae and JK that they would allow themselves to be used in such manner? Well obviously, yes in this case, otherwise we'd be seeing potential legal proceedings against BH by them.

I bet by 2024/2025 rolls around the we'll get an announcement of them formerly re-signing with HYBE for another 7 years.

Some people need to grow the fuck up.

#taekook #jungkook #taehyung #jeon jungkook #kim taehyung #my asks #hybe #bighit #kpop

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why do you think it was wrong?

Because it was just very subjective. You can't take one single instance and make it into a general rule, that's not how anything works especially not in social studies.

How come "Jimin's back? Oh I love garlic" wasn't included? I don't think it means anything but I know that if it had been a response to Taehyung, it would've been included to prove something too.

You should consider the both individual personalities that are at play if you want to talk about relationship dynamics.

Jungkook works better with Hoseok, Jimin and Jin because they can be super extroverted, all three of them are engaging and talkative. Jin showed up to Jungkook's birthday live and those 5 minutes made people so happy.

Jungkook's interactions with Taehyung, Yoongi and Namjoon are NEVER as entertaining simply because of who they all are individually as people.

I think back to all JK + other member lives (there is only a handful of duos lives) I can remember, and Jungkook was never the one setting the mood. It was always the other member setting the tone of the interactions and he just followed (or not). He has always been the most engaging in lives of 3 or more. In this tk live, Taehyung was the one setting the tone and what mood could Taehyung possibly set? He's just a boring, unflavored man.

I would need to rewatch but I'm pretty sure in the November 2021 live vmin didn't have anything to say to each other either. It all makes sense with Taehyung's personality, then add to that Jungkook's.

It would be interesting to know what do they for fun when they hang out together.

I agree with someone in the comments who said Jungkook's reaction to Taehyung was the reaction of someone who "doesn't miss him". I thought that they've been in touch with each other even before I saw the translation of taekook confirming it themselves; that they had been talking right before Jungkook started his live.

Jungkook saw Taehyung's comments and he was like "again?! I literally talked to you ten minutes ago."

Meanwhile for Jimin it was genuine surprise, unexpected. Maybe because it's rare for Jimin to be online at all, or maybe because he hadn't talked to him in a few days. He went Jimin!! Where the hell have you been loco. How's work? Stay healthy. He had a similar reaction to Namjoon.

The invitation to me meant that he didn't know Jimin was still working, or didn't know what time he'd be free, and he could've texted him earlier if he was thinking of inviting him for dinner.

I also don't understand the logic behind trying to prove that taekook are not together as if that would automatically mean that jikook are dating. No. Taekook not dating just means taekook not dating.

Lastly; I said this many months ago in a different post,

"I think jikookers might be insecure because this taekook is something relatively new. And because as long as there's taekook, there's no jikook. It's honestly just the same thing I said about why taekookers feel threatened by jikook, but with taekook. Also many might not realize this but Jungkook is in the middle. So it's always gonna come down to "who does jungkook love more" "who does Jungkook look the happiest with". I don't really participate in those fights precisely because of that... in the end both sides are trying to prove something about Jungkook. And it's so stupid. It's useless, it will somehow backfire. I don't need to be proving anything for anyone."

So yes, it is a competition. A competition where the winner is the one Jungkook has sex with or loves the most.

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min-yunki-agustd · 2 years

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This fic is based on the suggestion on several anons, so if you see this you know who you are, and also thanks for the suggestions I really appreciate them very much! I hope you all enjoy it!

If you would like to know where this story started here is a link :

The Appointment

Sickie: Hoseok

Caretaker: Yoongi (doctor)

Tw: inaccurate medical terms, general medical stuff, etc, emeto mention. Also a bit of adult language so beware.

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The door closed behind doctor min. Hoseok sat on the edge of the examination table. He had his head in the medical bag. He tried to calm himself but it was no use. He gagged dryly, then retched. All the breakfast he focused on earlier that morning was gone. It fell into the bag, barely digested. Another retch climbed his throat. He was barely able to breathe in between retches. His hands shook as he held on tightly to the bag. He really hopes no one can hear him outside of this room. He couldn't help but retch loudly. That's how it's always been. Ever since he was always quite loud when puking. He eventually lost everything he's eaten today. This left his stomach sore and empty. He would gag and nothing more would come up. He was sweating bullets. His shirt was covered in sweat stains all around his neck and back were particularly visible. He set the bag off to the side but close by just in case he felt nauseous again. He douts he could bring anything else up but he didn't want to take any chances.

He laid back down and closed his eyes. He felt dizzy and his stomach was hurting a lot. Dr. min was out looking for data on what his patient might have. There wasn't enough information to dictate what it was so far it only seemed like it could possibly be a virus maybe? He decided to give the little information he found back to his patient. He picked up his clipboard and walked back to the patient's room. He knocked before entering. This was regulation even though the patient isn't supposed to be doing anything wild in the room they were always told to knock first. He gave a simple two knocks and then opened the door. Hosoek was laying down and the bag was full to the brim almost. The patient looked to be sleeping. Yoongi walked over to the table with the sink and other items wooden sticks and somewhere to store used medical items. He placed the clipboard down, he removed his gloved, and put on some hand sanitizer that was stationed against the wall. He pulled the rolling hair from under the table and sat down on it. Rolling over to his sleeping patient.

Hosoek must be very tired to be sleeping on the cold table covered in plastic yoongi thought. He stared for a moment. He was almost afraid to touch him. He was sleeping so peacefully. He hesitantly placed a hand on hoseoks shoulder. Yoongi watched silently as hoseok body rose and fell with gentle breaths. " hoseok" yoongi really didn't to wake him. There was no response. He tried again. " Hoseok" yoongi did it again this time speaking up but keeping his tone soft. " hoseok" The patient's eyes flutter. Hoseok finally wakes. He's groggy and forgets where he was for a moment but he was reminded when the pain came back in his stomach in full force. " huh?" hoseoks eyes are half closed. He sits up, resting on his elbows. Yoongi puts a hand on hoseok's back, trying to steady him. Yoongi couldn't help but stare into hoseoks eyes. They were so soft and sleepy. It was so cute. Yoongi immediately pushed this thought out of his head. He was working there was no falling for patients. He needs to focus on making him better not swooning over him. His eyes were really nice though.... and he had quite nice cheekbones... they were quite prominent and notica- Hosoek began to blush as yoongi stared into his eyes....and he's doing it again. dammit, yoongi thought. yoongi should probably say something instead of staring into the other man's face..." don't worry I'll tell you your results and I'll have you out of here so you can rest. " Hoseok was confused. The doctor was just staring for quite some time at him. It made him blush a bit. Hosoek was already nervous in the doctors' presence. Maybe it wasn't a long time? maybe he was the one staring. He was quite groggy from his nap. Hoseok wasn't fully awake.

Yoongi retracted his hand and hoseok began to sit up fully on his own. swinging his legs around the examination table. Yoongi watched and waited for the patient to stop moving. Yoongi could feel his hands shake a bit as he waited. He tried ignoring it and held on tightly to his dress pants. slightly wrinkling them in the process. Once hoseok stopped moving he put a hand on his stomach feeling it cramp up. yoongi rolled over to the table with the sink and grabbed the clipboard, then he rolled back to his patient. " so... I didn't find much information but. your symptoms subject that you have a stomach bug. I will get the nurse to send a prescription out to your local pharmacy. You can access some of the papers pertaining to today at the front desk. " yoongi looked up from his clipboard. " do you have any questions?" yoongi asks balancing the clipboard on his knee and pulling out a pen from his pocket.

" uhhh no sir, no questions." hoseok says not being able to say much over the pain his stomach is producing. " do you have a ride home?" " well, I had a friend drop me off but he had to go to work. I was planning on calling a uber.." for some reason yoongi was worried for the boy. He wanted to be sure that he got home safe. " I-I can give you a ride if you need one.." yoongi offered what was he thinking he was beating himself up internally. " I couldn't, I'm sure you have lots of work to do and I don't want to mess with your time." " no- no I'm geting off work in 5 minutes it's really not a problem." " you sure? is it know ... allowed." hoseok asked he was possibly geting a ride from some hot doctor he just met He must be dreaming with a fever right now. "It's not allowed but. I can do what I want when I'm off the clock, look, If you don't feel comfortable riding that's completely fine I just want to make sure you get home safe.

hoseok, I never met someone so stern, but caring. The doctor clearly cared a lot about his patients. " I'd like a ride!" hoseok says perking up a bit. " ok, give me a moment to clock out and I'll come to get you" " ok" hoseok was so confused but surprised. Yoongi closes the door and walks out with the clipboard. Yoongi hands the board to the nurse and informs her that he's clocking out. He had been there all night and because they were understaffed he had to take one last patient while waiting for another doctor to come in. He puts his lab coat in his locker along with his stethoscope, he pulls out his bag, and closes the locker. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and walks to the area in which doctors and nurses clock out. He walked to his patient hosoek's room. Hoseok was standing and waiting. He told hosoek that he'd go get his car and bring it to the front. While he did so hoseok walked to the front desk and got a few bits of paperwork.

Once Hosoek grabbed his paperwork He walked outside and waited for his ride. He hope he didn't take long his stomach was giving him a lot of trouble and he wanted to go home. Maybe he should have declined and got that uber. At that same moment, Dr. Min pulls up in a fancy all-black car. The seats were leathery and extremely clean. " yoongi rolls down the window. Hoseok bends down to look. Making sure it was the right person. " you ready?" yoongi says with a cheeky smile on his lips. It was defiantly his doctor. Only now he could see his face. It wasn't covered in a mask. Hoseok stared for a moment before geting in. yoongi was handsome. He had small soft pink lips and every now and then they'd curl showing yoongi's straightly aligned teeth. Hoseok sat down and put on his seat belt. Hoseok found it hard to look Dr. Min in the eyes because when he did it made his face turn a little redder.

Hoseok guided Dr min to his place. As Dr. Min drove hoseok's stomach began to make itself known to hoseok, only now it wasn't just pain but nausea. The thought of ruining some hot doctor's car made hoseok even more nervous, making him sweat again. Yoongi would keep an eye on the other man. He could tell he wasn't doing so well. He kept this in mind and drove a bit more carefully hoping it wasn't the movement of the car making it worse. They made it to hoseok place without incident. yoongi was slightly revived to know that his patient got home safely. It put his mind at ease. Hoseok stepped out of the car. He thanked Dr. Min. closing the door behind him. despite the doctor driving off. hoseok heart still beat at 100mph. He didn't know why. He just brushed it off and walked to his apartment complex. His stomach never seised the pain not even for a moment. He got to his door and pulled out his key to unlock it. his heart was still fluttering. He closed the door behind him and placed his keys and wallet on the table near the door. he then realized that he left the paperwork in Dr. Min's car. Dang, it. Hoseok says out loud in his empty apartment. It must have still been in his seat. Luckily it wasn't that important so he didn't worry about it.

He walked to his room. Once he was there he slipped off all his clothes leaving him in his boxers. He hopped in bed. Not long after 5 minutes did he fall asleep. He slept pretty deeply until he heard the doorbell ring. Once again groggy, with a painfully nauseous stomach he got up. He slipped on a shirt as he walked to the door. He looked threw the peephole of the door. Oh shit, he thought. It was the doctor from earlier. He unlocked the door and opened it. The bright light from the sun hitting his eyes makes him squint. " hello?" hobi says. " sorry to disturb, I noticed you left these in my car.." yoongi held up the stapled papers for hoseok to see. " oh yeah thanks !" yoongi held out the paper to give to hobi. " here" hoseok didn't reach for them. at that same moment, his stomach turned wildly and he felt dizzy. he felt onto the frame of the door. " uh... Mr. Jung? are you ok?" yoongi saw a change in hoseok demener. Hoseok hair was ruffled like he had been sleeping. Hosoek's facial expression looked like he was gonna be sick. His previous pink cheeks turned a sickly green. Hoseok gagged into his hand. nothing came up. " sorry... I" was all hoseok could say before having to cup his hand to his mouth and turn around. tried to make it he really did but his bathroom was just too far. yoongi had no idea what to do. Hoseok fell down halfway to the bathroom and puked on the floor. Yoongi felt wrong entering someone's house without permission but he could not just stand by as hoseok was struggling.

Yoongi entered the room and closed the door behind him. He went straight over to hosoek bending down and started rubbing his back. Hoseok felt comfort in the other man but it also made his heart beat pick back up. Hosoek retched and a sickening splat hit the ground. Hosoek was so embarrassed. Yoongi looked all around until he found a trash can. He slid it under the younger man. yoongi got up again and headed over to hoseoks kitchen he grabbed paper towels and found a cup and poured water into it. He practically ran back to hoseok. Hoseok was dry heaving. He didn't have anything on his stomach. He felt disgusted and embarrassed. He now had completely sweated through his shirt. It was hard for him to stay upright over the bucket. Once hoseok stomach calmed a bit and he wasn't puking anymore, yoongi passed him the water. Hoseok took it gratefully taking large sips. His throat was so dry and his mouth tasted gross. " Woah Woah, slow down," yoongi says contemplating taking the glass away. Hoseok eyes the other man and giggled with his lips still on the glass. " yoongi smiled back. and chuckled a bit too.

Hoseok stops drinking he's staring into yoongi's eyes. Yoongi's starring back. admiring the other's face. He had a bit of sickness on his face but he was still quite cute. Yoongi's heart skipped a beat. Yoongi was the first to break eye contact. He took the napkin he had in his hand and folded it. he took the corner of the napkin and dabbed gently at hoseok's face. yoongi cleaned off his face completely. hoseok didn't know what to say or do... He blushes. " thanks..." hoseok says looking down. yoongi can feel the blood travel to his head. " no problem..." yoongi says putting the napkin down and giving him some space. " how are you feeling? yoongi places a hand on Hosoeok's forehead unconsciously. Forgetting that he had just met this man a few hours ago at the hospital he worked at. Yoongi retracted his hand from the other forehead. " sorry, I should have asked if I could... uh check. he did it by instinct. He did that with friends and family if they mentioned they felt sick. He felt embarrassed he did that without asking permission. " no, no ... it's ...okay hoseok touched his hand " yoongi;s while body heated up. " I understand.. " hoseok continues. "you're a doctor, it was probably just a habit." hosoek let go of his hand feeling a bit awkward.

Hoseok stomach swirls and he grasps it tightly squeezing his eyes shut. " how about I help you to bed and I can clean this for you?" Hoseok blushes for the thousandth time today. " NO no I can clean it got it." hoseok says in between breaths keeping his hand on his tummy and his eyes closed. " you deal with sick people all the time, hoseok takes a deep breath in between his sentence. " it's your time off work. you should be relaxing not trying to take care of me... you should go.." hobi really didn't want him to go. he didn't want to be alone tonight but he had only met him today and as he just said Dr. Min should be relaxing. Hoseok was right, yoongi hadn't slept in two days because of work, and yeah he could be relaxing but he'd rather be here and help. "Hoseok, " yoongi says plainly. " I'm not leaving you like this. I'll just help out a bit and then I leave straight after... is... is that ok?" yoongi stammered a bit, afraid he was pushing boundaries. " ok... if - uh you still want to check my temp the thermometer is in my bathroom in the cabinet..." yoongi shook his head and got up. he went into the bathroom checking the cabnet for the thermometer. It was exactly where hoseok said it would be. When yoongi came back hoseok was face down spitting into the bucket. Hosoek wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. " sorry... hosoek felt the need to apologize this must have been gross."

"this ?" yoongi laughs. this is nothing. I've seen much worse. " " this is actually this is the tamest thing I've seen all week..." yoongi says sitting down next to hosoek on the floor. " what happened?" "wait never mind I'm not sure my stomach could handle it." hoseok was curious. yoongi was surprised by hoseok interest. " I'll tell you without the gross stuff but first, let's get this cleaned up," yoongi says standing up. " oh yeah!" hoseok says. I'll grab my cleaning supplies!" hoseoks sounds like he's cheering up. " hold on there cowboy.." hows about you rest on the couch and you tell me where they are," yoongi says grinning at how fast hoseok could get excited. " hoseok tells the doctor were the supplies are. yoongi cleans up the floor and dumps the bucket full of sick. He then proceeds to sit on the couch. yoongi checks hosoek temp. he had a low-grade fever. " they proceeded to talk for hours. Nothing feeling more and more comfortable around each other. " so, are you feeling any better?." yoongi asked. relaxed on hoseoks couch. Yoongi noticed that hoseok still had a hand on his stomach. It was more relaxed but it was still head-on to it.

Hosoek looked down at his stomach then back at yoongi. when he first met him earlier in the day he could barely look at him now he was completely relaxed and even telling each other wild stories. " I'm doing better than earlier much better actually." " I'm not even nauseous anymore..." hosoek answers. " great! I'm glad to hear it !" Hosoek really was happy that hoseok was feeling a bit better. " I guess I should ah..." yoongi started. No no, no hosoek was thinking Please don't go. Hoseok was feeling lonely already and dr. min hadn't even finished his sentence. " get going, it's geting pretty late, I should sleep." " Yeah, yeah... I'll wake you out." hoseok says quickly. They both rise from the couch. Yoongi sticks out his hand for hoseok to shake it. " it was nice chilling with you and I hope you get better.. Mr. Jung." yoongi was nervous and being far too formal for this current moment. "thanks so much for the help I really appreciate it a lot. " hoseok shakes his hand, he was trying so hard to hide the sadness he was feeling. the wake to the door and yoongi stands outside of it not really wanting to leave. "wait, " yoongi takes a pen and a receipt from the coffee he bout last night out of his pocket. He writes down something. " here!" yoongi hands it over. " if you need anything at all please call me, I really don't mind. this was the most fun I've had all week." yoongi admits. Yoongi shyly says good night and walks away. Hosoek thanks him again and watches as the doctor walks to his car. He wanted to make sure he was safe too.

Hosoek closes the door. Hoseok plops down on his couch and signs loudly. How in the world does he miss a stranger he just met right now.....

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I will be working on part two, but if you don't like this let me know and I'll work on a make a better one! thanks for requesting and supporting me! I hope you enjoy it and I hope that you folks like it!

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gukguktae · 2 years

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Namjoon (The one with forbidden tiny)

Read at your own risk, pleaZe! This is an 'imagine' use your imaginations. Don't get offended if I didn't perceived your perception because again that's your perception. Happy humping reading! 🥵 Reposting this bc i forgot to add tags, if you read it then... no you did NOT

Word count: fuck, i forgot 2 to 3k?? probably

Genre: College AU, dash of angst, pinch of fluff and a spoonful of smut

Title: The one with forbidden tiny.

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"Y/N!" Everyone got up on their feet when they saw you walking in the front door with luggage in hand. You decided to go straight to your friends dorm when you reached the university. Seven tall men crowd you, 4 of them you knew your whole life, while 3 is new to your eyes. You're incredibly tiny compare to these towers of men, having to look up to them as you greet everyone. "Come in, come in!" Taehyung your cousin took your bag and set it behind the sofa.

"Y/N, this is our friends Namjoon, Jimin and Jin." You smiled and shakes their hands, hugs here and there, "Guys, this is Y/N. My cousin and our childhood friend who happens to stop growing after 5th grade." With a fake smile on your face you punch Taehyung in the gut causing him to fold like flip phone.

"Nice to meet you guys! I was really excited to see you, actually I have 3 more days 'til I get my own dorm." The classes won't start in 5 days, you asked—begged, your mom to stay with Taehyung and his friends because there's really not much to do at home. "I'll stay with you guys, if that's okay. Taehyung can take the couch."

They chuckled and commented that they are happy to take you and cater for you. The 3 new guys are amaze by how small you are, being 4'9" isn't really something you like about yourself, having to dream about long legs ever since elementary, but they make it seem that it's your greatest quality. Taehyung settled your things in his room while trying to hide some of the clutter in his closet, "You still live like a pig, Taehyungie!" You didn't hide the grimace in your face as you made your way to his bed. "Just be thankful that I changed my sheet earlier!" You weren't sure if that should comfort you or spray Lysol all over his room until soaked. He scan the room for anymore things he should hide, "There, do you need anything?" You shake your head, "I'm good." The bed made a creaking noise as you sat down. "By the way, that Namjoon guy-" "Don't even think about it Y/N!" He took a step closer in his warning voice, but it didn't faze you. You might be tiny, but you can take Taehyung anytime. "I swear to God I will call Auntie right now to tell on you!" With the back of your right hand you smack his shoulders, "Will you chill? Christ! I was just going to ask what's his deal, he won't shut up about how small I am." Taehyung thin his eyes, trying to convince himself that you won't do something stupid, but it was hard for him because you're the epitome of stupidity. "Yeah, I noticed that as well. It's like you're the smallest person he ever saw in his life." "He's hot though-" "Y/N, I swear to God!" You chuckled and realize how much you miss teasing Taehyung and his protectiveness. "Just don't mind him. By the way, we have a party to attend to later, do you want to come?" Your first college party, "Yeah, of course. I'll change first, meet you downstairs?" He nodded then proceed to shut the door. Taehyung went straight to Namjoon, Jimin and Jin who all conveniently sitting in one sofa. "Y/N is off limits." Three men look at him in confusion, "Specially to you Namjoon-hyung!" "What did I do?" "You're so cute and tiny. I could just eat you up!" Namjoon was not impressed by how Taehyung mocked his low voice. "I am watching you."

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Yoongi's car pulled up in front of another dorm, Hoseok, Jimin and you slide out, music was blaring so loud that you could hear from 2 blocks down. It looks like really fun, there are some people outside the house with drinks and smokes in their hands. Jin's car also pulled up, Taehyung immediately run towards you, "Oh, thank God! I thought you're already drunk!" You raised your eyebrow on him, "We've only been here for literally 5 seconds." "Dude, chill. Let her have fun this is her first party." You're savior Hoseok put his arms around Tae and drag him inside the party. Hoseok look back at you and wink, you blow him a kiss as a thank you. "Don't worry, we'll distract him with someone. You have fun and tell us if anyone bothers you!" Jungkook nudge you before running after them. Yoongi place an arm over your shoulders, "If you're going to do something stupid, keep it on the low, aight? This is your first college party." "You guys starting to scare us, is she really that wild at parties?" Jin butted in looking down at you, "She looks really innocent to me." Yoongi laughed that made you elbow his side, "I'm not wild nor stupid." You smiled and look up to him through your lashes boosting your innocence. You mentally promised yourself that you wouldn't do something stupid or something to disappoint Taehyung. "I was actually counting on you being one, let's go inside I need a drink." Jimin hooks his arms around yours to drag you away from Yoongi to enter the frat house. Namjoon and Jin was about to follow you two, but Yoongi grab Namjoon's arms, leaving both of the behind. "Don't even think about it, Joon." "What?" He stopped his tracks. Namjoom knows what Yoongi's all about, but it's not like he was going to act on it... he'll wait for you to act on it. "Don't play stupid. Taehyung's really protective of her, we all are, but he's different. He kinda promised his brother." Yoongi gave him an intense eye contact, Namjoon sigh in defeat. "Don't break up the band Yoko." He gave him one last pat before walking inside the party. You were already 2 cups down on beer, 1 tequila shots, 4 jello-shot, 1 edible and it's only been 30 minutes. Jimin keeps refilling your cup and introducing you to his friends who happens to offer whatever alcohol or stuff in hand. "Let's play beer pong, do you know how?" As soon as beer pong left Jimin's lips your body froze. "I.. uh... I can't." You pull yourself away, but he quickly snatch your arms dragging you to the table. "Jimin, I can't- if Tae saw me-" "Oh, sush! He's probably making out with someone right now." He handed you the ball, "Namjoon-hyung! You're playing?!" You look up to see a Namjoon and a girl beside him, "Y-yeah!" His eyes landed on you and then back to Jimin. Somehow your promises to yourself about not doing something stupid became blurry in your head. Namjoon cute smile with dimples erases the oath, "I'll let you guys go first!" He shouted over loud music. "Yes, you go first and we'll beat your ass up!" The girl beside him slur. They seem to be close or is she his girl? I don't think so you thought. He doesn't seem to care about her like a girlfriend, but he's trying to steady her. A few shots passed, it's only been down between 2 cups each. Jimin admitted that his vision is getting blurry from drinking so he lay down for a bit and Namjoon's partner were already passed out about an hour ago. You yourself are a little tipsy, but you still can steady your toss. "Yeah! Drink up, darling." You mock as Namjoon took the liquid, he exhaled after grimacing. He made his toss in your cup too, "You might want to drink up as well, baby." The pet-name he's been calling you all night is making you to want him more, you groan as the liquid made a hot stream of line down your throat. "Okay, let's go Y/N don't fail me now!" You jump up and down to build up courage then tossing the ball. The crowd 'oohed' when the ball hit the cup's rim then falling off. Fuck! "Ooh, you did know that if I made this shot you have to drink both, right?" Namjoon's now is cocky, tounging his cheeks

and smirking at you. You know that it's the alcohol thinking, but damn he's really hot as fuck. How can a man in a simple white shirt and sweat short looks this hot? The silver hair really didn't help your case, specially his bulge that's been prominent all night. No wonder why all the girls is on your side of the table because this view is just immaculate. "If you made it-" His fans beside him cheered as the ball made a splash in the cup. He took the small shot in his hand and slow stride to you, he lean against the table that somehow made him level with you... almost "Wow, you're really gonna make a girl take two shots-" He put the glass in his lips and pull his head back, "Nice game-" "Y/N!" Taehyung's voice booms, "Did you play? You're drunk already are you?! We need to get you home!" he place his hand on your shoulder and level himself. With both of your hands you remove his grip, "Will you chill? Let me enjoy myself for tonight and I am not drunk." yet... you think? "Taehyung, there you are! C'mon, Jessa- Jaila- Jessica- fuck what is her name again? Whatever, she's looking for you!" Jungkook quickly pulled him away before turning to you. "Sorry, he slipped." You thanked him once again before turning to Namjoon, "I need another drink. Do you want to come?" He nodded and walked behind you, his hands were carefully placed on your shoulders guiding you to the sea of people. His hands were warm and enormous for your shoulder. He was greeted by his friends and some girls— who gave you stinky eye for being with him, but you didn't care. Both of you stopped in the kitchen isle, "What's your poison?" You asked while mixing your own drink. "Jack and coke. 70/30" Namjoon eyed you as you mix his drink. You pour it carefully not to spill, it'll just show him how tipsy you are right now. "Thanks. Do you want to go outside, I have some friends there." Like a puppy you followed Namjoon, but your hands and his are intertwine, you just noticed it when he gave it a squeezed. You reached the backyard and there's a few people who's minding their own business. Making out, smoking on a bong, or just playing their own music.. basically just kids having fun. "Joon! What's up, man?" One of the lawn chair guys stood up for him, it kinda made you sad that he lets go of your hand to hug the dude, so you just took a sip on your drink. "Is that your girl?" Namjoon turn to you and place his hand on your back, "Ah, this is Y/N. Taehyung's cousin... and a friend" You smiled brightly, "Hi! Nice to meet you!" He offered his hands, which you took gladly, but they were cold from holding his cup, "I'm Jackson, by the way. Namjoon is terrible at introduction." He earned a glare from Namjoon who made himself comfortable on a lawn chair. "He is, isn't he?" You shake your head jokingly. Jackson went back to his chair as well and realized that you don't have one. Both men offered their chair, but you refuses. "Oh, no please. I'll sit here." You're tiny body fits perfectly in Namjoon's lap, you were sitting sideways, legs dangling on the armrest of the lawn chair, "You don't mind do you?" His wide eyes and stutter in his exhale made it too obvious, "N-no. It's fine." Jackson had a smirk on his lips turns into chuckles, "I like you, you're evil." his reaction were quickly brushed away when someone greeted him. Now that you are closer to Namjoon, you could smell his cologne with the mixture of alcohol from his breath. His left arms supporting your back while the other is on top of your knees with a drink in hand. "I'm not evil," You look Namjoon through your lashes and quickly switch to your bedroom eyes and whispered, "I'm a good girl." Namjoon's eyes widen, "I don't think you are." his adam's apple went up then down. His eyes soften when you pouted, acting like a brat is your specialty, it's part of your personality in and out the room. "What are you doing?" His breathy whisper betrayed him while trying to compose himself. You shook your head and reposition yourself in his lap, the side of your hips touching his shaft. Gasping a

little and looking at Namjoon making him red. Because his cover is blown, he was hard. The moment you sat on his lap and feeling the softness of your ass made him hard then you whispering that you're a good girl sends him over the edge, almost. "I need to refill my drink-" You teased. "Don't you fucking dare stand up." His whole look changed, hooded eyes and clench jaw made you shudder, but you hide your fear– lust, in a cheeky smile. "Jackson, could you refill Y/N drink as well?" The man nodded as he pour you a beer from the tap next to him then returning to his own conversation with another friend. "I could actually do it myself you know." You lean back, almost lying across him. He tongue his cheeks, "He was right you are evil." Namjoon smirked as he get close to your ears, "Don't fucking toy with me, I can take you anywhere in his house. I will make you scream like a good girl you are." Licking the shell of your ear gave you goosebumps. Trying your best not to get fazed by his threat– promise. "Highly doubt, but I'd like to see you try." You took a big gulp from your cup while watching Namjoon's reaction. You felt him twitch. Rolling your hips a little to tease him more, but he grab your hips, but using his left arm to stop you. "I think I can make you cum in here, I really like to see you fall apart, Kim Namjoon." His jaw clenches harder, thinking how right you are. He doesn't really like being teased, but one good roll of your hips and a kiss is his weakness as of the moment. He doesn't know what is happening to him right now, he was so attracted to you, your presence alone made him horny. He's already practicing his apology, in his head, to Taehyung because it's impossible to keep his hands to himself, specially if you're provoking every inch of his body. Namjoon placed his hands on your nape and push his lips on yours, he couldn't help himself. He wasn't sure if it's your teasing and cockiness or the fact that both of you are just drunk, but this is the first time he broke a promise to a bro. Usually, he can control himself, but his libido is all over the place. You can taste the alcohol from his lips, he groan as you slid your hands and play with his nipple through his shirts. "Y/N! Y/N! Taehyung's coming, he's looking for you!" You pulled away as Jimin taps you aggressively, "I know you like to play tongue tango, but he's drunk and furious." You stand up and Namjoon followed to hide behind you, his bulge rather With annoyed and knitted brow you huffed on Jimin, "What's that got to do with me?" "He wants to go home and said you're coming with him." He shrug and turn around to see Taehyung stomping with Jungkook running behind him. "Speaking of the-" "We're going home." He said sternly. "No-" "Yeah, we should. You're guys are drunk, let's find Jin." Namjoon squeeze your shoulders accepting defeat. As soon as Taehyung hit the couch he passed out, Namjoon had to carry Jin to his bedroom and Jimin drove back to the party to "get fucked up". The others were MIA and Namjoon assured you that they're going to be fine. He was huffing while running back down, "God, Jin-hyung's a handful when he's drunk." Using his arms he wipes the sweat on his forehead. "I'd rather have a handful cousin, than this-" You flick Taehyung's forehead that made him groan and turn over, "party pooper!" Namjoon let out a chuckle, "So, I guess good night?" "Yeah, I... guess?" You made eye contact with him and bit your lip. You grab his shoulder to pull him down, but that wasn't enough you had to tip toe just to give him a kiss on his cheek. "Good night, Namjoon." He was stunned, you let go of his shoulder, but he quickly grabs your wrist. "What?" "I.. uh.." The tension thickens, "Ah, fuck it!" Namjoon place his hand on your neck and lean down to kiss you. His lips were eager as his tongue, placing both of his hands on your waist. You already knew what he wanted, without breaking the kiss you jump as he pull you up, wrapping your legs around his torso. His hands were quick to find your ass and gave it a smack while walking to

his room just across the living room where Taehyung's sleeping soundly. He let go of you in his bed, the spring made noise as you bounce up and down. The room was dim, the lamp shade in his desks that faces the wall sets the mood better. Namjoon grab the back of his shirt and pull it off, your breath loses it's steady when you saw his body. You don't know if he's flexing right now, but his tits and abs are well sculpted, you swallowed hard before you drool all over his bed. "Loving what you see?" He was smirking at you. "Very much so." You bit your lip and grab the band of his sweat short to pull him closer. Your lips found each other again, as hungry as before. He remove your crop top, breaking the kiss, but connecting again. He hum and smiled when he realized that you're not wearing a bra. Huge hand palm your boob, he pulled away to suck on your hard nipples, flicking his tongue over and over. You held your moan, keeping in mind that you're not alone in the house, he let go with a pop, "You can be as loud as you can, every room is sound proof." Namjoon pull down your shorts together with your panties, he didn't waste anytime after pulling you in the edge of the bed. His height kneeling were perfect access to you wet pussy. "You're dripping, baby." Using his thumb to smear your own juices all over before giving a soft lick. "Fuck." Your head fall right back on the bed. He flicks on your nub using his tongue, what makes arched your back is when he push two digits inside you then spreading, curling– his fingers brush the side of the spongey button inside you, getting you close to the edge. "Nam-Namjoon!" You called, he stop his mouth, but kept his digits inside. "Do you want to cum? For me?" He keeps on penetrating, just keeping you on the edge. Your high waiting, almost slipping away from you. "Are you going to be a good girl?" You nodded, "Yes, I will. Please!" "Please, who?" "Please, Namjoon! I want to come! Make me come!" You cried, "I want to come for you!" He went back to lick your sensitive bud and his fingers stroked even faster, you don't know how's he doing it but his finger and tongue are in sync. Your orgasm flashes— hard, to the point you're closing your legs, but he uses one of his arm to keep you open for him, "Nam-namjoon, fu-fuck fuck!" He let go of you clit, but he continues to massage your walls making you scream his name. "Let it all go, baby." His voice is low and determine, a spritz made him stop, pulling out his digits and standing up to have a better look as liquid gushes from your core. "That's a fucking good girl." He matured while watching you quiver from waves of pleasure, you didn't notice how he took his fingers on his mouth for a taste. Smiling to himself on how sweet and tangy you tasted. Namjoon took a condom out from his drawers, before pulling down his sweat shorts together with his boxers down to his ankles. "Are you good baby?" He josh, as you come down from your high, embarrassed on what he just made you do, but at the same time you're thankful. "I've never done that before, that was so good." You pant. Shooting your head up again and found him stroking himself while staring at you. "You-" "You look hot, damn." He beat you to it, you move back to get to the center of the bed and he crawl forward to you. "Now you make me feel good." Namjoon lay on his back and handed you the packet of condom. Giving his cock a good look, before opening the plastic. He's big, you are pretty sure that his shaft will reach your stomach and fill you up, prominent veins that runs all over and the pink tip made you giddy and dripping for him, literally. He help you roll the condom while you pinch the tip. Straddling him and position his shaft in your entrance, he gave you control of the pace, but still afraid of his size. The wetness that pools in your center helps, he did prep you good for him. He's grunting and rubbing your thigh as you slowly push yourself down on him, your soft walls stretching. It took a little while for you to reach all of him, you place your hand on his chest for

balance while looking for a comfortable position. You could feel him touch your cervix, it's painful at the same time pleasure consuming you. Knowing he can feel it too as he calls your name and moans getting louder, you touch his face to make him look at you. You started moving, spelling 'coconut' and your name in cursive using your hips. A little trick that you read when you were in high school that now comes in handy. Now it's part of your routine when you're on top, apparently it works on Namjoon too much as he grab your waist and guide you. "Holy fuck, Y/N!" Namjoon thrust his hips meeting you as you bounce up and down his cock, your bounce no matter how high you never meet the tip, he is that big. Feeling the familiar knot in your stomach, you lay on top of him to give him the control "I'm coming, Namjoon!" Your walls clenches that made him grunt. "Hold it in, baby." He suck on the lobe of your ear and hugged your waist to keep your hips down, "I want to feel you as I come." You whimper in his order, trying your best to hold it in. Denying your orgasm isn't really your kink, but you'll do anything for him if he uses that low and throaty voice on you. "Fuck, fuck. I'm almost there." Whimpers from your lips filled his ears the reason he's grunting while sucking your shoulders. He's getting riled up that you're in distress trying to obey him, maybe he has a daddy kink? you thought in the midst of what's happening in your head and center. Wondering didn't last long though as you gush on his cock, mind went blank, eyes rolling at the back of your head as he continues to fuck you. The extreme wave of orgasm made you shake and cry for his name as he try to soothe you with low sound of moaning, your hips keeps moving as you try to prolong your high. Namjoon steady your hips, "That's enough, baby. You'll kill me." Sweats forming in his forehead, he must have came. As your mind gets to work again, you could now feel how warm he made your inside. "You're yummy." Giggling then giving him a peck before slowly pulling out to lay next to him. His throbbing cock still hard and twitching from his own orgasm. "You're tiny and a good girl" He pant, removing the condom from his shaft. Skillfully tying and covering with a tissue before tossing in the trash. "Do you want to go or do you want to stay?" He asked without looking at you. You squinted your eyes, "Are you kicking me out?" "What-" Panic painted his face, "Oh God, no! No- I mean Taehyung might see you walking out from here and I don't want you to get in trouble." His answer soften you, spreading the covers as he lay next to you placing his buff arm under your head. Whiffing his cologne and deodorant made you pull yourself closer. "He's a heavy sleeper, I'll sneak out later." Closing your eyes and inhale all of him. --- bonus: MORNING AFTER The bright light coming from the window made you sat up. Shit. You tap Namjoon's chest, "We fell asleep!" You grunted looking at the clock that read 6:18am. Praying to God that Taehyung is still passed out. Namjoon rub his eyes and yawn, he's much calmer than you are as you frantically looking for your things and wearing what you can find. "He's probably still asleep, he' pretty fucked up last light." His word came out as grunt as he stretches. Now that you're wearing your top and shorts, rushing to the door and slowly opening it. Taehyung wasn't on the couch anymore, you figure he probably in his room or– on leaning on the fucking wall with eyebrows knitted, like he's been waiting for you all night. "Hey, couz!" You smiled and tried to hug him, but he used his palm to your face to stop you. "Don't fucking, 'hey couz' me." Taehyung was so furious he didn't even tried to mock your voice. Removing his hand on your face you explained yourself, "It's not what it looks like. We just passed out, nothing happened! Really-" "Y/N, you left your pant- Oh" Namjoon quickly shove your undies in his back pocket. "Hey, Tae! Good morning, dude!" Taehyung tongue his cheeks with cold glare for both you. Swallowing hard knowing that

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art on exhibit | myg + jhs feat. knj

pairing: sugardaddy!hoseok x fem!reader, ceo!yoongi x fem!reader, brat!reader, sub!reader, dom!hoseok, dom!yoongi w/c: 5k but i feel like it should be so much longer for some reason smh summary: you and your sugar daddy, hoseok, are big fans of exhibitionism, but this is the craziest you’ve ever taken it. most of his prestigious party guests are jumping to get to get their hands on you. will you be able to handle it? tags/cw: 18+ please, smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism, remote controlled vibrator, almost reaching limits, spanking, marking, biting, ball gag, degradation (slut), praise, punishment, crying, light oral (f recieving), public humiliation, rope play, shibari, suspension, almost like being pimped out but u like it?, open relationship, hoseok is sort of protective tho, overstimulation, subspace, the orgasm nearly kills you, this one is real nasty, namjoon is just a guest appearance tbh but maybe later he doesn't have to be???

a/n: this thing has given me so much trouble by not appearing in tags. it didn't the first time i posted it on the old blog, and it hasn't been showing up this time either, so please feel free to give this one some extra love. also, honestly, i was sitting on this idea for a long! time! before i actually wrote it out. if i was spaced out in my last class of the day, i was probably thinking about this. i am almost proud and almost ashamed to share this with you all, lmao cause it's honestly a huge fantasy of mine. i’ve been really wanting to do a sugardaddy!hoseok thing for a while, and if you guys like this, then i think i can add more to the story. alright, y’all stay nasty. enjoy!

The ropes dig into the skin of your thighs ever so gently, and you close your eyes to listen to the din of the party that surrounds you. Guests only arrived 30 minutes ago, and you’re already dripping wet. This isn’t the first time you and Hoseok have done exhibitionism, but this is the farthest it’s ever been taken. Men and women in their best black tie attire surround you, glasses of his most expensive champagne in their hands. Not all of them are looking at you; some are too bashful to acknowledge your existence. Some only sneak glances when they think nobody else is looking. Few have come up and examined your entire naked frame, suspended from Hoseok’s ceiling in the middle of his entertainment space.

They’re examining you as if you were a piece of fine art; just another pretty and peculiar object that Hoseok has collected. You’re placed among some of his other art pieces - some Pollocks, some Dalis, some Picassos, and one O’Keefe - and somehow, you feel like you fit. That’s what Hoseok had said anyway. That since you were one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen in his life, he wanted to feature you as the work of art you are. He chose to display you in his favorite way.

Red shibari rope surrounds each of your legs like a cage before confining your hands behind your back. The rope trails over your torso and is twisted and knotted around your exposed breasts, but not tightly. Just enough to accentuate your natural shape. Your legs are tied so that they remain apart, one held higher than the other to leave you fully exposed. Your stomach is facing the floor, but not entirely; Hoseok has tied you so that you’re almost lounging comfortably there, suspended in midair. The lines of rope flow with the form of your body, and even though all of your weight is pressed down onto them, the ropes are the soft and luxurious kind - no doubt expensive - that make you feel as though you could be floating instead.

Just then, your attention is jolted to your cunt, where his favorite black remote control vibrator has just been triggered. You clench around it, and your moan is muffled by the ball gag that is secured over your lips. When you open your eyes, he is standing solidly in front of you.

His black button up shirt and jacket combination is draped over his shoulders beautifully, and his shiny brown hair is parted in the middle. He looks incredible. Radiant. Sinful.

“You looked bored,” he says with a little smirk as he continues to let the vibrator run inside of you, “and we can’t have that… Perhaps I should turn it up.”

He twists a small knob on the remote and the vibrations steadily rise in frequency until they’re as high as they can go. A semblance of a scream escapes your lips behind the gag. You begin rocketing toward climax, but Hoseok knows you and your body too well. Just as you begin to feel the tingles spread over your body, he shuts it off, and your muscles immediately go lax from being tensed up and ready to come.

He laughs softly as you pant, and then takes a quick look around the room.

“You seem to have gathered some attention. That’s my good girl.”

Without another word, he pockets the remote, and you watch how his ringed fingers delicately pick up a flute of champagne from one of the server’s tray tables. Then he simply walks away. His immaculately shiny black shoes gently thud on the marble floor as he makes his way through the crowd, to presumably some other obscenely rich friend of his.

You feel a small amount of saliva about to peak over your bottom lip. You’ve been good about swallowing everything but it seems your denied orgasm has made you forgetful. Moments later, a small thread of your own spit runs out of your mouth and onto the floor. You know that you have been dripping from the other end too, and you wonder if any of the guests have just seen you drool on yourself.

As if to answer, Hoseok comes back from behind you and grabs you by the jaw. His face lights up when he confirms that you have made a mess of yourself. He turns to one of his guests and speaks.

“See, Namjoon?” he says, tilting your head up toward his guest so that he can see, “She’s incredible.”

You meet eyes with the guest, and put on your best innocent look. You love how a blush starts to creep up into his cheeks, and how his pillowy lips part slightly. Even though you’re bound from head to toe and easily the poorest person here, you feel like you’re the most powerful person in the room. The guest clears his throat and turns his attention back to Hoseok.

“How much was your price?” he asks.

Hoseok looks down at you, and a smirk begins to form on his plush lips.

“1,000 US Dollars. Per second,” he says, “Which charity will it be, then?”

You’d been the one to come up with the idea for the proceeds from the charity fundraiser to be benefitted by getting to control the vibrator. Hoseok loved it.

“Your education charity,” he says, “and I’ll take 30 seconds.”

Hoseok nods, “Do you want to go ahead and write the check now or do you want me to keep a tab running and let you know at the end of the evening?”

The tall man considers this, and looks back at you for a moment before answering, “keep it open, will you?”

“Alright, Mr. Kim. All yours,” Hoseok says as he fishes out the device from his suit pocket before turning to you, “Be good, you hear me? Don’t come until you have been given permission by either Mr. Kim or myself. Understood?”

You nod frantically as you watch the remote being transferred from Hoseok’s hands to Namjoon’s. The earlier flustered man turned more confident once he held the little black fob in his palm - quite a large palm now that you look at it closely. It would look so nice trailing up your thigh, you think. You look up at Namjoon and convey a pleading look, one that silently asks for mercy.

He does not give it.

With a small grin, he turns on the vibrator, and you scream (or try to) at the suddenness of the sensation. He spends his entire 30 seconds with the device in your pussy at full speed, and you can’t hold back your groaning. You clench around the bullet, and when his time is up, you feel beads of sweat starting to form on your brow from the exertion. You’re left a panting mess in front of him, Hoseok, and every other guest that has turned to watch you squirm.

Namjoon’s satisfied smile and nod encourages others in the room to have a turn. Before long, you see a few more guests make their way over to where you are hanging. This time it is a group of women.

“Hye-jin!” Namjoon exclaims, before he hugs the woman and offers a short to the three others that come over with her. She’s dressed in the most beautiful black form fitting dress you’ve ever seen. Her hourglass figure sways captivatingly in the gown, and you’re momentarily mesmerized by her figure. You look up at her and she’s smirking down at you; you were too distracted at the way the large jewels on her necklace fell over her collarbones to realize that they were already discussing you.

“I should have known it would be you to break the ice,” she says playfully to Namjoon, who just presses his lips together in resignation as he puts his hand to the back of his neck.

“How’s the comeback?” he asks casually, as if there isn’t a fully naked and exposed woman suspended in front of him. His ability to be so casual while you’re at the edge of your sanity shoots a ping of arousal through your body. You shiver slightly, and you catch Hoseok looking at you out of the corner of his eyes. He’d never admit it, but he cares about you a lot. You can tell he’s checking to make sure you aren’t getting ready to start snapping your fingers- the safe action you’d both agreed on to release you from the ropes and send you into his master suite. Even when he had walked over to find Namjoon, you know even then he wasn’t out of sight or earshot from you.

He had a clean and plush robe stowed away in the closet nearby, and was always ready to release you should you want to be. You’d worked together before the event to set up a space in his suite to go should you need to retire for the evening, and you caught him setting a hoodie of his on the side of the bed where you typically sleep. You’d always playfully taken them, either to flirt or to wear it (and only it) to encourage a round two. But he had never deliberately set one of them aside for your use. He knows you won’t be using it to flirt or to rouse him into more sex, so his little efforts to bring you as much comfort as possible had set alight something in your heart.

He really did take pride in taking good care of you. As a good sugar daddy should.

You’re yanked back to reality when the vibrator starts up again. You clench around it and feel a gush of wetness surge out at the sensation of it going at full blast. Just when you become used to the speed and lower your whining, you open your eyes to see the woman holding the remote this time, grinning down at you with full lips. She meets your gaze and turns it up all the way, which makes you tense up every last one of your muscles. The woman next to her with long, light hair and a wicked gaze, whispers something to her while eyeing you up and down. It then occurs to you that you weren’t paying attention and don’t know how much time she purchased.

As the seconds tick by, they feel like hours. With the device at full speed, you feel yourself closing in on a climax, and so you squeeze your eyes shut and brace yourself for the orgasm that is about to rip through your body…

She turns it down to the lowest setting and watches as you groan at the second denial crushes you. More saliva drips down your chin as she switches it off, leaving you with only the beads of sweat that cling to your skin.

“Thank you, Hoseok. Worth every penny,” Hye-jin says, handing the remote back to him.

Hoseok beams his thousand-watt smile at her, and congratulates her on both the success of Maria, her solo album, and then thanks her for her donation.

She thanks him in return, and both women walk back into the crowd. Namjoon has also gone, which just leaves you with Hoseok again. His eyes meet yours for a moment, and you see a fire in them that you’ve never seen before. You’re dangling about waist height, and you can’t help but to look down from his face to try to see if you can make out a bulge. You don’t get time to really look, because as soon as you break eye contact, he moves to your back and smacks your ass cheek hard. A loud thwack echoes throughout the large space, over the din of the partygoers. You inhale sharply at the sting, and let your breath back out in a long groan, drawing the attention of more guests. You knew that the champagne would loosen inhibitions eventually.

You hear the footsteps of a couple other guests walking toward you from behind where Hoseok stands. You crane your head to try to see over your shoulder, but they stand just out of your peripheral vision. They’re talking in low voices, and you can’t make out what they’re saying. You wish you could swing yourself around and look at them, but knowing that the only thing they can see of you is your dripping cunt, you’re not so mad.

You feel a hand on your thigh, a touch you’re familiar with. You know it’s Hoseok’s hand, as he gently trails up your inner thigh, purposefully teasing you. An involuntary shiver runs through your body and you can’t help but to whimper slightly. You hear a man’s chuckle, and then he’s speaking, again too low for you to hear.

Hoseok uses his grip on your inner thigh to spin you around so that you’re facing the group of men. Namjoon has come back, this time with what appears to be a friend in tow.

“Baby girl,” Hoseok’s voice says gently, and you look up to meet his gaze, “Yoongi here has just asked if he may touch you.” Your eyes widen at the thought, remembering how just Hoseok’s hand trailing up your thigh had your toes curling. You look up at the new guest, and see only a cold and stone-like expression. His eyes seem to bore right through you, and directly into your cunt. You’re momentarily mesmerized under his heavy stare, before you slowly nod your head.

“Yoongi here has just generously donated one million dollars to one of my charities, so do you know what that means?” he asks you, not expecting an answer, “How long is one thousand seconds?”

“Sixteen minutes and 40 seconds,” Yoongi says, not breaking eye contact from you, “If I’m correct.”

If your mouth could drop, it would. Namjoon, looking up from his phone, just nods nonchalantly.

Hoseok asks the man what he has asked everyone else: if they would like to keep a running tab or if they would like to write a check now. Yoongi reaches into his back pocket and pulls out what you assume to be his checkbook. With rings glittering in the lighting of the room, his hand swiftly fills it out. He rips it out and extends it to Hoseok.

“I won’t be needing more time.”

His cool confidence in saying this small phrase makes your stomach drop.

Hoseok grips your chin and tilts your head up. “Remember, baby girl, don’t come until you’re told to. You want to be on your best behavior for Mr. Min. Trust me.”

He speaks sternly and then releases your jaw, trailing his hand back to stroke your messy hair, before settling on your two hands secured behind your back and giving them a light squeeze. A silent reminder of your out, should you need it.

This Yoongi must be… a force to be reckoned with.

“Your time starts now,” Hoseok says, tapping his phone screen. You squeeze shut your eyes and brace yourself for the abrupt shock of the vibrations, but seconds pass, and they don’t come. You gingerly open your eyes and look up at the man standing above you, toying with the remote. He regards it with vague interest, and then he flicks up his eyes to look at you. Your heart stops for a moment, as he begins to rake his onyx eyes over your body. He purses his lips slightly and begins walking around you, all too slowly.

Even though he has disappeared from your view, you can feel his eyes on you. Your anxiousness grows as he remains out of your sight longer, and this is no doubt intentional. It seems as if he picked up your unease earlier when he first approached.

This guy is good.

You’re so on edge, that the light vibrations that begin in your cunt still surprise you. He turned the vibrator on to its lowest setting, but these low and slow vibrations still make you have a sharp intake of breath. He finally arrives back to your front and seems pleased at your reaction. He squats down so that his face is level with yours.

“What a good girl you are,” he muses, lips parted, tongue playing with the inside of his cheek, “I hope Hoseok here treats you well. You seem… pent up.”

At those last two words, he revs up the vibrations slightly, causing you to let out a small moan. He stands and puts the remote in his pocket. You watch as he gently rolls up his sleeves to the elbow, his forearm flexing as he fixes them. Your hungry stare betrays you.

“Is she always like this?” he asks Hoseok, almost laughing at you. “God, she’s desperate.” He looks at you. “Does Hobi not fuck you enough, little girl?”

Your eyes widen at the implications, and you furiously shake your head no, trying to convey as much as you can with your eyes alone. He just chuckles.

“Loyal,” he says, “I like that.” He looks back up at Hoseok. “Is your agreement exclusive, or is there room in her life for a second... benefactor?” You look up at your sugar daddy, eyes wide with what he might say. He’s just standing there, arms folded over his chest, as if he were discussing the weather or the stock market.

“I’m afraid she’s all booked up for the foreseeable future, unfortunately,” he says cooly but firmly, a little bit of edge to his voice.

“Pity,” Yoongi says, taking a step toward you, “I could think of a million good ways to take up her time.”

“You’ve got 14 minutes left,” is all Hoseok says in response, a definite sharpness to his tone. You’ve only heard this type of voice from him when you’re being particularly bratty. You rarely hear him this stern.

The vibrations quicken slightly, and you can tell from your frequent use that the device is at about its medium speed.

Yoongi takes his hand and reaches out to your back, and with a featherlight touch, begins to trace next to where the ropes lie. He keeps working down your back, and gently trails down your bare ass cheek and ghosts against your pussy. You can feel the heat from his hand, impossibly close to touching you. You hold your head back and try to look at him as you whine out a plea.

“Eyes straight ahead, little girl,” he says, and you comply reluctantly, flopping your head forward dramatically as you sigh. His hand grabs hold of your thigh, and squeezes it so hard you’re sure you’ll find a bruise there in the morning. “And lose the attitude.”

You whimper as he releases your thigh, and goes back to delicately running his fingertips up to your core. He stops just short of your cunt, and you desperately want him to just touch you. You flex your back and buck your hips in order to push yourself onto where you know his hand is. Your clit makes contact with his hand, and as soon as you feel it connect, you feel it missing. Not even a moment later, a sharp sting spreads across your ass, and you clench around the vibe.

“What a greedy little slut you are. Do you always misbehave this much?”

You turn your head back to look at him, and as you meet his eyes, you can see he begins to fume.

“Namjoon, keep her head straight. Someone's not listening.”

You turn your head back around and Namjoon is quickly grabbing your jaw firmly in his hand. Your eyes meet his, and his earlier show of no mercy seems to still be intact. You feel Yoongi’s hand soothe the soreness he just created, only to once again reel back and give the same spot another firm smack, just as hard as the first one.

You cry into the ball gag and the shockwave from his hit sends you slightly swinging forward into Namjoon’s belt. Even though the vibrator is only at medium speed, you feel yourself beginning to get close to a climax. Your moans get longer and higher, and your body tenses to prepare for it. You hear Yoongi behind you.

“Don’t.”

You know exactly what he means. You focus on your breathing and furrow your brow in an attempt to stave off your orgasm. It’s working, but barely. He turns up the vibrations and you cry out again, your head shaking as much as Namjoon’s firm grip will allow.

“Don’t.”

You distance yourself from the situation, distracting yourself with thinking about schoolwork. The essay you’re currently writing. How the rough draft needs to be done by tomorrow night. You need three more in-text citations to make --

His hand is against your clit, and he’s rubbing at an agonizingly slow pace, with just enough pressure for you to want more. You inhale sharply and work harder to distract yourself.

You have two of the quotes picked out, but you need to finalize the third one to really hammer in your point. Maybe you can spend tomorrow morning reading --

His lips graze over the ass cheek he tortured earlier, your smarting skin responding sharply to the gentle contact. He gives you a soft kiss, and then you feel a sharp pain as he sinks his teeth into your already ruined ass.

Your eyes fly open and you make desperate eye contact with Namjoon, trying to show him that you can’t last much longer. Thankfully, this Namjoon is a perceptive man, and he looks from you to Yoongi.

“She can’t take much more, Yoongi.”

“Good,” he says, breath grazing over where he just bit as he speaks. “Come, slut.”

For the first time tonight, your orgasm peaks and rips out of you. Your whole body trembles with the sensation, and you feel his pressure on your clit increase to see you through. The orgasm is hard, and long, and it leaves you with tears streaming down your cheeks, mascara running wildly. You’re coming down slowly, and you feel his hand pull away. Before you realize it, he is standing in front of you again. Namjoon releases you, and your head hangs lifelessly as you pant.

Yoongi stands directly in front of you again, and you find yourself staring at his expensive shoes. You’re completely spent. Post orgasm bliss spreads throughout your muscles, and then, a slight discomfort. You realize what it is: the vibrator is still going.

You squirm lazily and whine at the sensation, it being too much. Yoongi squats down and gently lifts up your head by the chin. Your exhausted eyes meet his, and he clicks his tongue.

“Aw, are you all sensitive now?” he asks gently, in an almost patronizing tone. You don’t care. You nod sleepily.

“Is the vibrator too much, little girl?” You nod once more, eyes fluttering shut.

“Then use your safeword gesture,” he says, almost as if it’s a dare. "Go on. Snap."

If he’s not done with you, then you’re not done. You open your eyes and look directly at him as if to say “challenged accepted.”

Without moving his eyes from yours, he cranks up the vibrations until you’re whimpering again.

“Six more minutes,” you hear Hoseok say from beside you.

“Plenty of time,” Yoongi replies without skipping a beat. “I think we can get three more in. One every two minutes? Surely a slut like you will have no problem with that, since you wanted to come so badly earlier.”

You groan at the ache in your cunt, and at the slight displeasure the vibrator is causing. Yoongi stands again and walks back behind you, and this time you know better than to move your head to look.

Soon the vibrations begin to feel pleasurable again, and you’re having a hard time keeping your moans quiet.

“Atta girl,” you hear Yoongi say from behind you, “Your next one’s already coming isn’t it? You greedy little thing. You’re going to ruin Hoseok’s nice floors with your slick. And in front of all these people?”

Just like that, you’re reminded that you have an audience. Quite a large one. You open your eyes to see just about every guest’s gaze glued to your straining form. The heat bubbles in your abdomen as your next climax rushes toward you.

“You may come again,” is all Yoongi says as you’re thrown off the edge again. As soon as you begin to recover from this one, he ups the vibrator to full speed. You scream into the ball gag at the overstimulation, and cry out as tears spill out of your eyes. It’s entirely too much, but you love it. Before you realize it, another orgasm rips through your body, almost as if it were a continuation of the last one.

He doesn’t miss this though, and spreads your ass cheeks apart so he can get a better view. At this point, you’re not sure if you can do another one. You feel as though you might pass out if you come again. But the overstimulation is so overwhelming that you can only think of reaching one more high. You tense your entire body and try to get another one, but your muscles are so spent that you can’t stay tense for long. After a few more tries, you just sigh and hang limply, your limbs heavy and tired. You hang on the edge of climax, being able to see the other side, but not being able to go there.

Mascara tears stain your cheeks from exertion, and you are well and truly spent. You give up.

But you don’t snap your fingers.

Yoongi fastens his lips over your aching clit, and sucks. Just like that, you feel your orgasm building again so you clench, desperately trying to claim it; this time, you reach it.

It tears through you like a slow strike of lightning. You feel yourself shaking as it takes its time fracturing within you. It grows white hot in your belly, and it’s as if every cell in your body has been burned alive. All of the energy you have left is spent thrashing in the ecstasy of your orgasm, and for a few seconds, you know nothing else but the pleasure.

You find yourself deep in subspace, practically dead to the world. You don’t even have the energy to open your eyes. You barely register Hoseok as he begins untying the ropes around your hands, getting assistance from both Namjoon and Yoongi. You feel his hands as he releases your ball gag and caresses your face as he asks if you’re okay. You give the tiniest nod, and he wraps your limp form tightly in his arms as the two men finish unwrapping your legs. He swoops down and sweeps your legs up to carry you bridal style away from the party.

The next thing you know is the soft and cool silk of his sheets enveloping you as he lays you down. You exist there for a time, every nerve ending in your body tingling as you drift off.

You wake some time later to hear quiet chatting. You inhale and breathe in the musky scent of Hoseok’s favorite cologne. You find yourself curled around the hoodie he left for you. As you slowly open your eyes, you can just make out the time on the nightstand clock. It’s almost 3 AM; the fundraiser had to have ended over four hours ago. You breathe slowly and close your eyes again so you can focus on the voices in the room.

You hear Hoseok straight away; his tone is forever instantly familiar to you. The way his normal speaking rhythm is a little sloppy with alcohol. In reply is a voice you more recently became acquainted with. The voice who you last heard giving you permission to come. It’s a little bit more rough now, a Daegu accent slipping out in his intoxication. The third one takes you by surprise. A low and calm voice. Lower than you’d ever suspected possible, from hearing him speak this evening. Even still, Namjoon’s even tone is a rumble you can make out.

You sit up slowly, not wanting the blood to rush to your head. You were sleeping hard. Your dry mouth guarantees that. At your movement, the three men stop their talking and look over at you. Hoseok is the first to set down his glass and walk over to you. His black tie is gone and so is his jacket. His collar is wide open, showing off his tanned chest behind the many unfastened buttons. He gets on his knees next to the bed and reaches for your hands. Once he finds them, his brow is creased with worry, as he brings your hands up to his lips.

“Are you alright, baby girl?” he asks into your hands. You still have the weight of sleep over you, so you don’t respond right away.

“She had her gesture, Hoseok. She could have used it,” you hear Yoongi say, and you look in his direction. He sits with his legs spread, glass of whiskey hanging off of his fingers. Your eyes meet, and even though he’s trying to seem impertinent and uncaring, there’s a tinge of worry and guilt in his eyes. You glance to Namjoon and see that his worry is more plainly stated.

Hoseok caresses your cheek and turns you back to facing him. His eyes plead for an answer. So you give it.

“Yes,” you say, voice raspy, “I’m alright. I feel great, actually.” Hoseok visibly relaxes and you hear Yoongi across the room mutter an “I told you so” to Namjoon.

“He didn’t push you too hard?” Hoseok asks.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you reply smugly, meeting Yoongi’s eyes, “But he did well and truly wear me out... Clearly."

You chuckle as Hoseok covers your hands in a million tiny kisses.

“Perhaps I do need to step my game up,” he teases, “I’ve never seen you so fucked out.”

“Nothing a good nap can’t fix,” you tease back. He smiles up at you, and you once again get lost in his brightness and warmth. “Mind if I join you all for a drink?”

“Of course not, baby girl,” Hoseok says, “I’ll go get your robe--”

“Don’t bother,” you say, wiggling into his hoodie and pulling the hood up and over your hair, “but you can go get me a glass.”

#bts smut #hoseok smut #yoongi smut #namjoon smut #yoongi x you #hoseok x you #namjoon x you #xmint-conditionx

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🧱 Blossoming Room 🧱

— alternate universe story 🌌

A.N : hello, here we go with the part 2 ~ actually I picked this from my old emeto prompts. You must have known which one. But i hope you like this :]

TW : emeto, mpreg

Yoongi has been feeling happy these past months, and he's elated because happy dad means happy baby too right? It's not grand things that make him happy, let's just say he has been enjoying his pregnancy .. quite much.

To be frank, pregnancy still sucks, and now with him reaching 6 months, actually everything just sucks more. It's getting hard for him to even tie his shoes or just pick something from the ground because of his bump. He got frequent backache and how his feet were swollen. And not to mention his mood swings. But he still managed to not be miserable and feeding his baby with serotonin is because of his neighbors.

Yes. Park Jimin.

He makes everything easier. Maybe he should thanks to the landlord for this thin wall, because ever since that day Jimin helping him with his horrible morning sickness ... he just had been there.

It started slow, sometimes the younger would put his tea in a bottle, along with ginger pops in front of his door. He would sniffle and grunts all the way from the bathroom after throwing up his breakfast because someone ring the bell. Then he would find that plastic bag complete with a little note, a simple thing like, "I hope this will help" or "I hope the baby won't be too hard to you today:) " or as strong like, "I hope this could lessen your nausea, for now, i will come over later! :D"

And Yoongi would be lying if he says the attention didn't make him blush.

Now they have progressed so far. The younger would come over at least three times a week just to hang out, cuddling Yoongi when he feels needy, massaging his back after a tiring day doing works or just simple things like bringing his craving on their movie night.

Jimin just— like a fresh air to him. He could change his bad day being a grumpy pregnant male into a happy one just by being in his space. Like today.

—Today starts for Yoongi on the wrong foot.

His mood has draped to 95% the moment he woke up with familiar nausea. He groans into his pillow, his right hand automatically graze over his bump, hoping that the baby would stop making havoc in there.

He parted his lips, as he trying to count his breathe. Still hanging on a hope that this might only be a fluke, that he didn't have to throw up his dinner right now.

No Yoongi you're not gonna throw up you're not gonna throw up you're not gonna throw up you're not gonna—

A gush shooting up his throat as his stomach clenched. He threw his hand over his mouth. He felt another stronger wave of nausea hit him right after that. His hands were grabbing the sheets tightly and pulling them as hard as he could, but it can only do so much as the urge to vomit just become stronger and stronger.

At the time his stomach hitched again, Yoongi give up. Succumbing to overwhelming nausea as he scrambles from the comfort of his bed and runs to the bathroom.

He almost cry when he didn't make it to the toilet. When his stomach decided to lurch and throw up all of his dinners on the tiles of his bedroom floor. He gasps when vomit stops pouring from his mouth. The sight of his dinner morphs into a beige puddle under his feet just sending him into another round of heave. A bigger stream of vomit than before splattering against the tiles beneath him. The sounds of retching coming from him are loud against the silent room.

'"Uurrrkk-", he retches again , his body bending further almost touching the floor as vomit is falling down to it. Yoongi tries to pull himself up but his hands are slick and his whole body trembling. He feels weak, and tired from all of the vomiting that took place. It hurts his back to move so much. So he stayed there until his stomach stop sending his dinner up and leave him dry heaving. Yoongi tries to catch his breath, he's panting heavily as he looks up to the ceiling, tears streaming down his eyes.

"Fuck."

He cries some more, holding onto his stomach. He feels disgusted. Disgusted because of vomiting, making a mess that he also need to clean up after this, and how some of his vomit even splashing to his feet. He lets out a quiet sob, wiping away his tears.

He hears a knock on the door.

He doesn't answer, he knows who it is. He knows that it's Jimin. But he didn't have it in him to answer, not when he still have vomit all over his feet and mouth, with tears stained cheeks and snot dripping from his nose.

Jimin knocked again.

"Yoongi hyung, are you okay?" He heard the younger say, worry clear in his voice. Yoongi let out an unsteady exhale through his nose, his head bowed. "Yeah i'm okay", he croaked out, half yelling so the younger can hear him.

" I bring you breakfast, can i come in?", the younger asks. Yoongi sniffled. "Just let yourself in", he yells again as he tries to move his body from his earlier position. He needs to clean up.

" Hyung—", Jimin cheerily says as he walked in but it morphs into a gasp when he sees the older state, "Oh gosh, hyung are you okay? Did you just vomiting?"

Yoongi breaks.

"I'm sorry this is so gross ..", he cries out, as he rubs his eyes furiously. Jimin puts the breakfast on the bed, and walks over to where Yoongi stands.

He gulped as he see a big puddle of vomit on the floor.

" Hey hey, it's okay hyung. You're not feeling well", Jimin says softly, rubbing Yoongi's shoulders.

Yoongi sighs, looking at the younger. Jimin was looking worriedly at him, but there was nothing Yoongi can do. He was beyond embarrassed.

"Are you feeling better or do you still feel like throwing up?", Jimin asks as he guided the older to the bathroom. He helps Yoongi sit down on one of the stools in the shower tub.

The elder shakes his head, " I feel better"

"Okay then, get a shower hyung, i will clean the bedroom", Jimin says while putting his hand on the elder's shoulder reassuringly.

" No no no", Yoongi quickly said as he grabbed onto the other's wrist. " Let me clean that, oh gosh, that's gross i can't make you clean up my vomit like that", he says frantically.

" Oh no, hyung, please just take a shower", Jimin says. " You don't look good and you'll definitely puke more if you do this", Jimin says softly and gently rubbing circles with his thumb on Yoongi's wrist. " Just please let me clean, okay? I can do this", he smiles.

Yoongi looked at the younger for few seconds. And eventually nodded "Fine".

Jimin smiled brightly and nodded. " Okay"

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"Do you still want to decorate the room?", Jimin asks, resting his head on his arms as he looks at the older that munching tangerines he brought.

" Yes? Isn't that why you come today?"

Jimin scoffs, stealing one of the tangerines that Yoongi had peeled, gaining a glare from the latter, "Ooh you only want me when you need something", Jimin says dramatically, " Ouch, i'm hurt hyung"

Yoongi rolls his eyes as he chuckles. " Yes, yes, whatever"

They both sit in silence while munching.

" So what should i do first?", Jimin asked, nibbling on one of the tangerine slices.

"I think we can divide the job, i can paint and you can build the crib?", Yoongi said.

" Wait, we? You're gonna do it too?", Jimin asked, raising a brow.

"Of course? This is my baby room?", Yoongi answers in confusion. " Well yeah..", Jimin starts, " But you're pregnant hyung. Isn't it will be tiring for you?"

Yoongi chuckled as he shakes his head, "It's fine Jiminie, i want to do it. I won't push too hard"

" Okay then, what should we start with?", Jimin says as they walked to the said room.

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Yoongi's mood draped by 70% in only 20 minutes after they started. They have been in complete silence as Jimin is too busy flipping the manual books and Yoongi has been busy with rolling the roller to cover the wall with baby blue colors.

The smell of paint starts to make him nauseous. And his hand, his back, start to hurts.

Yoongi set his roller down and stood there leaning against the wall. "I'm getting dizzy...", he says, rubbing his temples. Jimin immediately looks up. His eyes widening in surprise as he stares at Yoongi's face. " Are you okay..?, Jimin asks worriedly, walking over to Yoongi.

Yoongi swallows. "The paint making me nauseous", he groans, rubbing his hand over his bump. " Can we switch? I will build the crib"

"You sure? You can go rest hyung, I will continue this", Jimin hesitate.

" Noo..", Yoongi pouts, "I can't let you do all of this alone. It's fine, i can build the crib instead"

"But—"

"—Please", Yoongi begs.

He watches as Jimin huffs "Alright but if you're not okay then you go rest, okay?

"Deal"

Jimin nods and goes to the abandoned roller, picking up where Yoongi left off. The two continue with their conversation while they work. They talk about everything. Jimin's colleagues, the old lady downstairs that always greets them in the morning with her cats, and even Yoongi's friends antics.

All this little conversation successfully distracts him from the earlier urge to vomit. But of course, it only could do much, as Jimin goes on and now almost half of the wall has been covered in paints. The smell of it starts filling the whole room.

Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut and tried his best to ignore the smell and how it makes his insides churn.

"and how dare she gave me the wrong report hyung! if i didn't check it back i would have got scolded by other departments!", Jimin rants, but it all went like a static buzz in Yoongi's head.

All he could think is how he want to puke so bad. How his breakfast want to—

Before he know it, his stomach churned, sending the contents of his stomach inside his mouth in a violent fit. He quickly clamped his hand and burst running from the room. Throwing himself over the sink as he vomited. His pancake earlier splattering all over the sink.

He gasps, before another stream pouring out from his throat, and his stomach churning painfully with every wave of his sickness.

" Uurrrkk-"

"Hyung!", he heard Jimin scream and pitters patters of his foot running towards him, " Oh gosh, are you alright!? Shit", he hears Jimin mutters before he felt the younger's hands on his back, rubbing his spine soothingly.

Yoongi let out a shaky breath as he feels someone rubbing his back. Tears prickle his eyes from embarrassment.

"Stupid paint- uurrrkk", Yoongi chokes out in between heaves. Jimin hushed him softly.

After what seemed like a very long time of puking, Yoongi finally stopped, panting heavily from the pain that still lingered deep in his stomach. He slowly lifted his head from the sink.

" Are you feeling better?", Jimin asks carefully, placing a hand on the elders' forehead. He lets out a small whine.

" A bit", Yoongi whispers as he closes his eyes.

Jimin smiles sadly at him, "Told you, you should've sat pretty and let me do the job", he chuckles.

" No no, i'm fine. give me a second and let's continue", Yoongi sniffles.

"Are you sure hyung?", Jimin asks again.

Yoongi sighs. "Yes, i'm ok now"

"Okay then", he says, before moving away, trailing from behind back to their work. " Gosh you're so stubborn hyung"

"Shut up"

Jimin chuckles as he back to paint. And so is Yoongi.

More than an hour later, they finished it, with Yoongi has become grumpy as the latter keep needing to running back and forth to throw up as the smell still affecting his stomach badly. Until Jimin had it done and bring the trashcan for him to throw up, placed it near the older sits, as Yoongi was still too stubborn to let go of the nursery.

"I'm so tired", Yoongi grunts. " Please tell me why do i decide to do it from the scratch not calling some people and pay them", he rumbles. Pout prominent on his lips as he fanning himself from sweats.

"Of course you're tired. You're more like doing a marathon, running back and forth from the kitchen to throw up and back again", Jimin sighs in sympathy as he walks back to the elder and plops next to him on the couch, handing him a glass of water that Yoongi accepts gratefully.

"Here. Drink," he said.

" Thanks Jiminie", Yoongi says after drinking half of the glass.

"Usually it only took me 15 minutes to build something", Yoongi mumbles after swallowing the last of the water, taking another sip of it before placing it on the table.

"Yeah, that's when you're not pregnant and not throwing up every 15 minutes", Jimin teases, " But you did a great job hyung. It looks pretty good", he adds, tone softened by the end.

Yoongi smiles, cheeks turning slightly red. "Thank you"

"You can brag to your baby later when they were born", he mumbles, "Oh? Have you know the gender?", Jimin says, changing the topic.

Yoongi shakes his head, " I haven't. Although i thought i might have a guess, I haven't known the gender yet either", he replies, " I guess it will just be a surprise"

"Are you excited?", Jimin asks as he eyeing the older that now fondly rubbing his bump. He was still quite pale and still looking very weak. Today must be tiring for him.

" I am", Yoongi says softly, smiling, but for some reason it didn't reach his eyes. Jimin bites his lips, straightening his spine. "Hyung .."

Did he asks a wrong question?

Yoongi chuckles, facing the ceiling as he prevents the tears that filling his orbs to not fall.

But of course he fails.

"I just .. sometimes i wish i didn't have to go through this alone, you know? like, I should have been decorating that room with my husband. Not .. no offense Jiminie .. but not with my neighbor's next door. I should have been excited maybe for the next control to know my baby gender but...", he huffs, wiping his cheeks that already dampen with tears, chuckling again, " Gosh, how many times i have been crying today. Stupid hormones", he breathes shakily. "I'm sorry you saw me as a mess, again"

Jimin reaches for the other's shoulder, caressing it soothingly. "I'm sorry for asking that hyung .."

Yoongi turns to look at his boyfriend, "No no, it's fine. Really..", he insists. He looks so small. So small, his cheeks puffing up when he inhales too deeply as his eyes water again, " And you don't need to be sorry...you can ask me anything... I know you've been dying to know, right? shoot it"

Jimin bites his lips, "No .. you've been sad enough today. The baby must—"

"He didn't want it", Yoongi cuts his words. Jimin gasps quietly.

" What?"

"My partners .. no, my ex-partners. He didn't want it", Yoongi chuckles bitterly, fiddling with Jimin's sleeves. Jimin frowns.

" Why wouldn't he want it?"

"Because it would ruin his perfect heir's image. This is not even our apartment. I bought it on my own so I can get out from his house and not owe him anything", Yoongi answers bitterly. "He even said that i manipulate him, saying that i might sleep around and want to trap him for his money or something"

Yoongi chuckles when he sees Jimin's hand tighten into a fist. "Calm down Jimin-ah, i'm over it"

Jimin calms down, brushing his blonde locks with his fingers. "I'm glad hyung. That asshole won't even get a chance to ruin your life further", he grits out. " Call me if he ever trying to get back to your life i will kick him out. What an ass-"

"No foul words! The baby, Jimin", Yoongi slaps him lightly as he chuckles. "Thanks Jimin. For caring", Yoongi says, "You make everything more bearable, you know"

And as expected Jimin brightens up, face becoming a little pink. But he tries to hide it with a scoff as he pushes his hair off his face. "Dont get sappy on me hyung"

"I should thank the landlord to make the walls not thick enough", Yoongi grins, enjoying how the blush on Jimin's cheeks getting darker.

"Whatever", Jimin huffed, pushing Yoongi playfully on his chest before getting up. "Do you want icecream? You have been vomiting a lot and building the nursery must be tiring for you"

Yoongi laughs, "the baby says they want a vanilla one!"

Is it the ice cream or is it Jimin, all Yoongi knows is his mood has been increased by 100% now.

Jimin plops back to the couch, handing him one of the spoons before he digs in. "A heir, hm?", Jimin hums as he scoop the icecream, " If i were you i would have robbed him first"

Yoongi chokes on his icecream, "Jimin!"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!yoongi #caretaker!jimin #and again another mpreg fic

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angellesword · 3 years

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MAGIC SHOP | JJK (05)

Description: You and Jungkook were best friends who were in love with each other. What would happen when Soojin, your half sister who you’re trying to impress, told you she’s in love with Jungkook too?

Alternatively:

“Would you believe me if I said that I was scared of everything too?”

Genre: childhood best friends to lovers, family drama, angst, fluff, idiots to lovers, pining, slice of life au.

Pairing: Architect!Jungkook x Architect!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

SERIES: CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 6

"Marry me."

When Jungkook said this, you honestly thought that he wanted to sing Jason Derulo's Marry Me.

It made sense. The two of you were inside a karaoke booth, singing obviously. It was Sunday, meaning both of you would be back to reality tomorrow: you had to go to work and Jungkook needed to talk to Soojin.

He couldn't date your sister because he was already dating you, though you told Jungkook not to broadcast your relationship with anyone.

Not yet. This wasn't the right time. You first needed to see how Soojin would react. You didn't want her to think that you stole Jungkook or something.

That wasn't the case. You liked Jungkook even before Soojin liked him. There was no point in denying your feelings.

Seventeen years of running was already enough. How could you escape when Jungkook already conquered your heart?

You were sure he liked you too, probably more than you liked him.

"Kook, you just sang Savage Love. Do you seriously want to blast another Jason Derulo's song?" You groaned, expecting him to argue, or to pout and beg you to play the song.

However he only stared at you, pursing his lips into a thin line before letting out a deep breath.

"No, Tiger," no matter how serious the topic was, Jungkook's voice would always be soft. "I'm asking you to marry me..."

It was your turn to stare at him, completely dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry," you blinked after a moment of silence. You thought he would suddenly laugh and tell you he was joking.

"D-Did you say you want to marry me?"

Apparently, he wasn't kidding. Jungkook found satisfaction when it comes to teasing you, but not to the point where it was making you uncomfortable.

This was making you uneasy, yet he continued, a silent confirmation that this was real.

He wanted to marry you.

"Kook," you went near him, touching his shoulders. "I know you said we had the best time last night, I did too. I'm glad I kissed you and finally admitted my feelings for you."

You tried to remember every detail of what happened last night. You two kissed, went to his apartment, and reminisced about your moments when you were younger.

Jungkook implied that he would do the worst just for you. You remembered laughing and saying that he actually brought the best in you.

And then you remembered telling him you liked him and wanted to take your relationship into another level. He agreed, more than happy to date you despite your condition of keeping the relationship a secret.

You made yourself perfectly clear with what you wanted, and it seemed like he understood. He kissed you before falling asleep last night. When he woke up, he called you his girlfriend and asked you to go on a date with him.

This day was supposed to be all about you and him. The plan was to cook lunch together, watch some tv series, cuddle, and go out in the evening to go to a karaoke booth.

You had a fun time until now.

Why was he making this complicated by suddenly proposing to you?

"I'm sorry," Jungkook apologized, caressing the back of your hand which was still placed on his shoulder.

"I was...excited and caught up in the moment—" He paused, like something struck him.

"Never mind, Tiger." He pinched your cheeks. "I'm just messing with you."

You tried to speak, but Jungkook already turned away from you, grabbing his mic.

"Ah, I'm going to sing Dancing Queen and you can't stop me!"

The worry lacing your system vanished as soon as you saw his bunny smile.

"I wanna sing too!" So you grabbed your mic too, joining him.

The night was perfect once again.

It was so perfect that your mind and heart refused to accept the things that would ruin your Sunday date with Jungkook.

"After years of building things, two great architects of today finally decided to build a life together: Head Architect Jeon Jungkook asked Corporate Heir Kim Soojin to marry him."

You turned off your phone, baffled. No. This couldn't be true. Why would the media report fake news?

You were just with Jungkook a short while ago. You were at his place the whole weekend. He even dropped you off at the office earlier today before driving to the construction site. He also told you he would pick you up later for dinner. He knew Mondays were stressful so he wanted you to relax a bit.

So what just happened?

What was happening?

Why were things changing?

"Oh my! I knew it!" Fran, your coworker, gasped. She turned to your table.

"Girl! Have you watched the news? Head architect Jeon and team leader Kim are getting married!" She squealed, getting the attention of your other colleagues.

They all started to check their phones to confirm the news, some of them even spread the 'gossip' to the other departments. Moments later, you were sure that everyone in this building already knew about the announcement.

They seemed happy for Jungkook and your sister. You knew you should be thrilled too, especially because this was what Soojin wanted from the very start.

Unfortunately you couldn't even smile. Your stomach was crunching and you felt like you were going to vomit.

You were beyond confused. Did the media make a mistake or was Jungkook playing with your feelings?

It was probably the latter, right? Everyone was confirming the news. Soojin also texted you. It was the final blow.

[3:34pm] Soojin: Cancel your plan this evening! We'll be having family dinner, 7pm at our mansion. See you!

You were in the middle of reading her message when she sent another one.

[3:35pm] Soojin: The dinner's a mini celebration for JK and I! We're engaged! I'm sorry I didn't tell you immediately! We're soooo busy right now.

And then there was another one.

[3:35pm] Soojin: I'm so happy, sis! Can't wait to tell you the deets! Don't be late, ok?

You were not hesitating anymore. You were positive that Jungkook only played with your feelings.

Soojin wouldn't appear this happy if she was lying. Or was she pretending?

You weren't sure what to believe. Maybe it would be best to just let things be for now. You had to concentrate on your work. The truth would come out later this day anyway.

You texted Soojin back.

[4:02pm] You: See you later.

The clock continued to tick while you were losing your mind. You couldn't focus on your work no matter how many times you scolded yourself. In the end, you accomplished nothing. It didn't matter. You only had less than an hour before your shift ended.

You left the office at exactly five pm. You were planning on taking the bus, but you were surprised when you saw Taehyung waiting for you in the lobby.

"Oppa?" You greeted, unsure. One of the security employees told you that your brother was meaning to see you. They just didn't let him on your floor because he didn't set an appointment with you.

"You wanted to see me?" You asked when he just nodded at you. He was expressionless.

"Yes. We're going home together. Family dinner, remember?" He reminded you as if you weren't looking forward to that.

"Okay..." You responded since you didn't know what else to say. It seemed like he also didn't have the time to explain anything to you. Perhaps he simply wanted to drive you home.

"Do you know what Soojin and Jungkook like? I want to buy them an engagement gift," your brother blurted out.

You two were at the parking lot, looking for his car.

You stopped walking.

Huh. So he picked you up because he wanted your help? Why were you even surprised?

"It's okay if you don't know." Taehyung looked back at you upon realizing that you were frozen in the middle of the parking lot.

"I'll just buy them champagne or whatever." He shrugged, finally finding the car. He opened the door of the passenger seat for you.

"Let's go."

You blinked, entering the car.

Taehyung had a nice vehicle. It was clean and it looked brand new. The whole ambiance of his car was comfortable, yet you were fidgeting.

The silence was killing you.

"Soojin likes Dom Pérignon..." So you opened a topic related to his gift to the engaged couple.

Taehyung glanced at you, speaking only when the traffic light turned red.

"What about Jungkook?"

You flinched at the mention of your best friend's name.

"Huh?" And then you swallowed thickly, trying to calm your crazy heart.

"You said Soojin likes Dom Pérignon champagne. That's nice, but what about what Jungkook likes?" He licked his bottom lip, stepping on the gas once again. The traffic light flashed green.

"The gift is for the both of them. Not just for Soojin..."

You didn't know why but you felt as though Taehyung was implying something.

"I-I guess he doesn't mind that brand too..."

"Hm," Taehyung's jaw ticked. "It's best to just ask him, don't you think? Better know the truth first before jumping into conclusion..."

"Some things are taken prima facie..."

Taehyung laughed because of what you said.

"Really?" The corner of his mouth turned up. "I saw you kissing Jungkook at the party last Saturday. You both entered the same car after that. You didn't even go home for two nights. If I took this in a prima facie way, the conclusion is that you're Jungkook's mistress, right?"

Your face turned pale because of his claim. Shit. He saw you?

"I thought you left with Y-Yoongi." You stammered, turning to look at him.

You couldn't see his expression. His attention was focused on the street before him.

"Oh I did. But he wanted to check on you first. He was feeling guilty, you know? Said he didn't want to leave you alone..." He smiled, like he found Yoongi endearing.

"He only stopped worrying when he saw you with Jungkook."

"Oh." You bit your lower lip. You hadn't talked to Yoongi yet. Why didn't he text you? Why didn't he warn you? How were you supposed to defend yourself now?

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed." Luckily you didn't have to explain yourself.

Taehyung understood.

"Not that I condone cheating. I just know Jungkook isn't in a relationship with Soojin so he's not really doing anything wrong. Man..." He shook his head. "I don't even know why they're suddenly getting married, it's so fucked up."

You remained silent.

"And speaking of relationships..." Taehyung cleared his throat when you kept your mouth shut. "Don't tell anyone about my thing with Yoongi."

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed." You mimicked what he said a few breaths ago.

He smirked again.

"Good. If our family asks, I'll tell them we're together the whole weekend, unless of course you have a more believable lie..."

You didn't. You thought it wasn't necessary anymore. None of them asked where you were. You doubted that they knew you weren't home for two nights .

Usually Soojin bothers you. Sin-ae too. The latter would question you all the time, finding fault in your answers because she clearly enjoyed watching you get scolded by your father.

You wondered why they suddenly stopped bothering you. Were they too busy planning the engagement announcement? You saw Sin-ae's short interview. She confirmed to the public that her only daughter was indeed getting married.

"It's fine. But you told them where we went. I don't know what to say to them." You weren't close to Taehyung. It would be odd to know that you two were together the whole weekend.

"Don't worry, sister. I got it covered." Your brother winked at you, stopping the car.

You had arrived at the mansion.

Your heart skipped a beat as you muttered "Let's get this over with," under your breath.

#jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #ficswithluv #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #armywriterssupport #jungkook x you #jungkook x yn #best friend jungkook #jungkook best friends to lovers

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farfromsugafanfic · 3 years

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Sutures - Chapter Eight: Bypass

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): angst, invasions of privacy and personal space

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

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You awoke with a pounding headache. Looking down at your phone, you noticed the reason why: around 10 text messages from Namjoon.

Most of them were just general greetings or texts to wake you up, but one of them piqued your interest.

Namjoon (6:50 am): I would come wake you up, but I think Yoongi is going through something related to the whole soulmate thing. I don't want it to hurt if I touch you.

Did it hurt for other people to touch Yoongi? Even in innocent ways? You felt guilt run down your spine, despite knowing it wasn't your fault. It made you wonder if it was related to the fact that you felt safest when you were in his arms, no one else could compare.

You sent him a quick text to let him know you were awake, before rubbing your temples and rubbing your eyes. You pulled your hair into a ponytail and changed into a simple pair of jeans and a plain white T-shirt. Normally, on a flight, you wore sweats or leggings, but because you were bound to run into paparazzi, you wanted to look at least presentable.

You already felt your stomach turning. You hadn't been on a plane for two years--since you last visited your family in the US--and you remembered the way your heart beat out of your chest at take off and you were convinced you would never touch the ground.

When you finally emerged from your room, you found the members waiting in the living room. All but one set of eyes darted to you when you walked into the room, Yoongi appeared immersed in his phone.

"Hey Sumi," Jimin said. "I saved you a banana."

"Oh, that's sweet, Jimin," you said. "But, I'm not really hungry."

Yoongi's eyes were on you now. You felt as his eyes took in your face: still red eyes, bare skin, and the baby hairs that curled around your ears. You forced yourself not to look in his direction, despite everything telling you to meet his eyes. Even your neck ached as you kept yourself from turning it.

"Are you sure?" Jimin asked.

"Yeah, honestly, don't worry about it."

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"All right, the members will all go through the main entrance," their manager explained. "Fans and reporters are already waiting, so as soon as BTS is out. We will drive around and--Sumi--you will go through the side entrance. Hopefully, this will prevent too much issue and we and we can all get on the plane without too much hassle."

Everyone nodded, but you still felt doubt in the pit of your stomach. You watched as the van approached the main airport entrance. The screams were louder than the radio and nearly deafening as the van came to a stop.

Despite the tinted windows, you still ducked down behind the seat and waited as the members climbed out. Screams and camera flashes were all you could hear and you were thankful that you weren't the one facing the crowd. Yet, your heart still panged as you thought about the members essentially distracting everyone so you could get through without being swamped.

"We have a bodyguard for you," Se-jin, the band's manager said. "If anything happens, he'll make sure you get through the crowd and onto the plane. Everyone is already pre-checked, so you should be able to pretty much walk on the plane."

You nodded, clasping your passport and ticket tightly in your hand. The van stopped at the side entrance and you climbed out. No one was outside of it, except for airport security, so you rushed to grab your suitcase and head inside the airport.

"Good luck," Se-jin said, giving you a sympathetic look as you approached the entrance.

You walked through the door and they came out of nowhere. Paparazzi mostly, their cameras blinding you as you attempted to move forward.

"Sumi! Is it true you cheated on Park Minki?"

"Do you really love Yoongi?"

"Sumi! Look here!"

"Sumi, talk to us!"

The whirlwind of flashes and yells were too much for your headache and you closed your eyes for just a moment. When you opened them, you felt yourself colliding with another figure, your shoulder slamming into their bicep, which resulted in hot coffee on your white T-shirt.

"I'm so sorry, Sumi," the figure said.

You turned to look at them, only to have a camera snapped in your face. Blinded, you turned around and stumbled towards where you remembered the security clearance to be. You felt someone grab your arm lightly and looked up to see the bodyguard they'd assigned you leading you through the mess.

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"What happened?" Namjoon asked as the bodyguard ushered you through the first class curtain and into your seat.

"Paparazzi spilled coffee on her so he could get a shot," the bodyguard said, standing at the doorway of first class and watching as you sat down in the window seat next to Taehyung.

"Sumi, are--?"

Taehyung was interrupted by the intercom and the captain telling everyone to buckle in and stay in the seats as the plane prepared to take off.

Your heart was already beating so quickly it almost felt like when you and Yoongi were separated the morning you found out he was your soulmate. You thought you were dying as your heart beat so quickly.

You closed your eyes and took a breath as the plane engine rumbled behind you and the plane began accelerating down the runaway.

“Tae," you said, your voice sounded desperate and as if you were about to cry. "C-Can you hold my hand? Just until the seatbelt sign is off?"

Taehyung didn't respond, but took hold of your hand and intertwined your fingers. You sat for a few seconds as the plane jolted into the air.

"Ah!" Tae pulled his hand away. His palm was red and his hand shook in shock. You reached to examine his hand. "No, no," he said.

"Did--did I do that?"

"I think so," he said. "I know you didn't mean to."

"I'm sorry."

You sighed and brought your knees to your chest and rested your head on them as you glanced out the window. You were almost above the clouds, the plane skimming the very tops. Watching the clouds--while it didn't necessarily relax you--it did allow you to get out of your mind enough until the seatbelt light clicked off.

You unhooked your seatbelt and walked past the members and to the first class bathroom. You were stunned when you entered to find it at least double the size of the typical economy class bathroom, but the thought soon passed as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror.

A large brown stain nearly covered the entire front of your T-shirt and your hair was falling out of its ponytail. You sighed, realizing you hadn't grabbed a new shirt out of your carry on. You unlocked the door and pushed it open, only to reveal Yoongi standing in the doorway.

His hands rested on either side of the door and he looked up at you, your eyes meeting for the first time since the fight.

You backed into the bathroom and Yoongi followed you in, closing and locking the door behind him. "Take your shirt off," he said.

"What?" You instinctively crossed your arms as he reached from the hem of your T-shirt.

"Did it burn you?"

You uncrossed your arms and allowed him to lift your shirt over your head. He tossed it aside and unbuttoned his own as he looked over your torso. No burns, only the fading hickeys he'd left earlier in the week.

He finished unbuttoning his flannel--revealing his own white T-shirt underneath--and draped it over your shoulders and began to button it.

"Won't they notice when we get to Japan that I'm wearing your shirt?"

"Probably."

"What's happening? I hurt Tae and Namjoon mentioned something about not being able to touch you," you said, focusing down on his hands as they finished buttoning the flannel. He was careful not to allow his touches to linger too long, but whenever he pulled away, it felt as if your heart was going to come out of your chest and follow him.

He rolled up the sleeve of his T-shirt exposing a fresh red burn that looked much like the one you'd unintentionally given Taehyung.

"It happened when Namjoon tried to wake me up," he said. "I think it has to do with the argument we got into last night."

Your gaze fell to the floor as he mentioned the argument. "So, do we have to work it out, or is it a permanent thing until we figure out how to sever the connection?"

"I don't know," Yoongi said. "But, I have a fan meeting tomorrow and I feel like my flesh will burn off by the end."

You smirked and couldn't help the chuckle in the back of your throat. "Is that the only reason you're here? So, your hand doesn't burn off?"

Yoongi's eyes widened. You realized the harshness of your words only after you had said them, but you didn't regret them. You straightened your back and kept your eyes locked on his.

When he grabbed your hand, your muscles relaxed and the exhaustion you'd felt from the previous days overwhelming you. Your eyelids drooped and you barely felt how your head came to rest just below his collarbones and his arms interlocked at the small of your back.

"No, I really am sorry, Sumi," he said, his voice barely audible over the sound of the plane's engine. "I regretted everything as soon as I said it. I was unfair."

You opened your eyes, but couldn't bring yourself to look at him. You simply caught a look at yourself in the mirror. Yoongi's flannel coming down to your thighs and the way your arms wrapped around him completely.

"I shouldn't have said anything to him," you said. "I wasn't thinking."

"Shhh," Yoongi said, one of his hands coming to play with your falling out ponytail. "Jimin told me you were crying last night." You didn't respond but rather turned your face into his chest. "Don't cry over me, okay? Especially if I'm being stupid like that. I'm not worth it."

Tears tickled your eyes. "You said I was stupid--"

"I didn't mean it. Sumi, you speak two languages and you teach English. You're so smart and you don't even know it. I never should've said anything."

You pulled away from him, but the air felt lighter around you. You glanced at yourself in your mirror.

"My god," you said, in English, pulling out your ponytail and allowing your hair to fluff out around your face. You used your hands to smooth back the hair, but stopped when he placed his hands on top of yours.

"Let me do it," he said. Yoongi took hold of the hair tie and did the same motion with his hands, but due to his vantage point, he was able to pull your hair tighter.

"How about on our day off in Japan I take you on a proper date?" he asked, tying up your hair.

"I'd like that," you said, turning around and smiling up at him.

He only responded with the smile you'd come to love.

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vkookjamz · 4 years

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⋆☽Kitten☾⋆

|| Prologue. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10.

| 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑥 𝐶𝑎𝑡-𝐻𝑦𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 |

"𝘉-𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭..?"

𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦..

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Y/n's POV

"So you mean to tell me that all the times you would meow while I was in the shower- you were singing along??" Jungkook laughed slightly showing his bunny smile.

Nodding your head slightly, you blushed embarrassed. It wasn't your fault he always played music while showering-

"Y-Yeah.. heh I'm sorry if I worried you-" you looked down shyly taking a sip of your banana milk.

You weren't sure what had changed since you arrived at the mall, but whatever it was made everything better than earlier.

Whatever he had seen on his phone must have put him in a good mood or something- not only was Jungkook back to being how he was, but actually TALKING to you.

"Jungkook stop hogging her! We still have to buy her clothes! not just snacks!!" your eyes widened slightly looking back at Jimin who was shouting from behind. Taehyung and Jin beside him holding bags of their own.

Jin elbowed Jimin in the arm scowling at him "Yah hush you pabo, let my babies have their time together!!"

Giggling at them for a moment you looked back to Jungkook, who was already staring right at you.

Your heart fluttered. His eyes weren't cold or dark anymore, they were back to being the usual deep warm chocolate brown.

'God his eyes.. '

You smiled at him which he gladly returned, lifting his hand to carefully brush a strand of hair out of your eyes making your face heat up.

"What are you staring at baby girl?" Jungkook chuckled emitting a cocky grin wiggling his brows.

Thank god you were still wearing his face mask- which covered your now red cheeks.

"N-Nothing Jungkook-Appa~" you said stuttering a bit. How could he fluster you with just one sentence?

"So I'm nothing?" He pouted trying his best to look hurt as he clutched his heart.

"Ah! No no!! I just- aish you're not nothing!" Jungkook's cheeky smile returned as he watched you get defensive. "Yah I'm just teasing baby girl, I know I'm your everything-"

He smirked slightly biting his lip a bit, feeling somewhat bold. "Just like you're MY everything baby.. "

You were so precious to him and you didn't even know it.

Once again your whole body was covered with goosebumps at Jungkook's words. Avoiding to seem too nervous, you looked around at different stores and people as you walked.

There were a bunch of other girls around today, all of them were dressed much differently than you. Some wore tight ripped jeans, half shirts that showed their tummies- others had short skirts and some even wore sheer see through dresses.

You pouted looking down at yourself suddenly feeling very self conscious. "Um.. Jungkook-appa? Jiminie is right we should really get me clothes-"

Jungkook turned to face you, tilting his head with a slight frown at your changed mood. He looked around where your eyes previously were and pursed his lips soon understanding.

Leaning down closely he whispered in your ear, "Kitten we can get you clothes ten times as better than all these other girls- I promise you'll be looking even more beautiful than you are now"

Your eyes widened a bit as another subtle blush appeared on your cheeks. Your tail twisting and flicking in excitement at his words, as your stomach swirled with the way Jungkook was looking at you.

'Aish Jungkook.. '

Smiling at you, he paused his steps to look back at the others, "Jin-Hyung- where did Namjoon Hobi and Yoongi say they were headed?"

"Uhh I think they said they were going to pick up some more music software and speakers"

"But I thought Uncle Yoongs just bought new software a week ago?" you questioned with a slight frown.

You only knew this because occasionally Yoongi would let you in his work space while he would create songs. He would speak to you about what he was doing when making music and writing lyrics, even if you never fully understood-

Jin slowly turned scowling at Taehyung. "He did- but because SOMEONE decided to sneak into the sound room and spook Namjoon while him and Yoongi were making a new song- Joon spilled his coffee all over it"

Soon everyone else was eyeing down the accused male as he simply raised his shades looking away and took a sip of his bubble tea.

"TAEHYUNG." Nearly choking on his tea coughing at Jin's yell, he snatched his shades off to retaliate. "It was an accident!!"

"Was it an accident when you ate my jajangmyeon leftovers too?" Jimin raised his brows cocking his head to the side.

"I- JIMIN THAT WAS TWO WEEKS AGO"

"AND I'M STILL SALTY"

"Okay okay enough- we have to get clothes for y/n- not worry about two week old noodles!!"

Eventually they calmed themselves nodding at Jungkook's words, as all of you began walking together looking around once again.

You were amazed at how Jungkook was the youngest but could act so- dominant..

He smiled reaching his hand down to grab yours, intertwining you two's fingers, swinging your hands back and forth slowly as you both entered a nearby store.

It was pretty nice and had plenty of different styles and brands, shortly your eyes caught view of a section that peeked your interest causing you to dash over excitedly.

"Yah!- y/n love wait for us!!" Jin called as Taehyung soon hurried inside as well to be stood beside you looking at the same section you were.

"Don't worry princess, as the most fashionable uncle- I'll help you pick outfits!" Tae smiled rubbing his hands together.

"No I am clearly the sexy cutie lovely and so will y/n be when I pick her clothes" Jimin retorted at Taehyung as they both stared each other down.

"Don't worry uncles- you both can pick me things and I'll just try them all on" You smiled looking between the both of them.

Unable to resist your cute sweetness, they both nodded and began looking through shelves and hangers busily, as did you.

Feeling a pair of strong warm arms wrap around your waist from behind, you jumped slightly before hearing Jungkook's deep voice.

"Yahh, don't be so jumpy kitten it's only me" he chuckled a bit nuzzling his face into your neck causing you to blush red once again.

"A-Appa you're distracting meee" you whined a bit trying to play off your embarrassment. Another thing you noticed was Jungkook had also gotten very touchy as well- not that you minded. When you were a cat he constantly gave you pets and tummy rubs.

But in a human body you felt and reacted to his touches much differently.. in a way you weren't too familiar with, but it definitely made your heart pound.

You noticed Jungkook give a slight frown after, taking your hand he led you to a more secluded part of the store and held your hips.

"Baby girl you should- "

"Y/N-"

"PRINCESS-"

"ANGEL-"

Out of nowhere Taehyung, Jimin and Jin suddenly surrounded both you and Jungkook, all of them holding their own hangers full of outfits they had picked for you.

Your eyes widened, about to speak until Jimin took your hand dragging you to the changing rooms along with the others.

"You have to try on mine first!!" Jimin beamed handing you his big pile of outfits and gave your head a soft pat. "You can try Taehyung's next, then Jin" he said as you somehow made your way into a room to change.

You let out a sigh only to yelp scared hearing the door open, turning around you soon relaxed a bit as you saw Jungkook walk in locking the door.

He let out a sigh himself, taking the clothes out of your hands and setting them down on the bench. "Whew.. thank you Ap- "

Jungkook pressed a finger against your lips before you could finish, one hand holding your hip giving it a soft squeeze as he gently pushed you to lean against the dressing room mirror.

You looked up at him and noticed a change in his eyes, they were dark again but not in a mean way.. just.. intimidating..

"As I was saying baby girl, instead of Appa, you should really call me..

"Daddy"

A/n: I'm surprised I'm having to say this but, thank you all for 100 followers~ I didn't expect it-（￣～￣;）🖤

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petiteyoon · 3 years

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bunny ears — yoonkook | 10

⚠️ ATTENTION : This chapter contains described smut ! If you're a minor or uncomfortable with this, please read until the cut. The story won't be compromised.

A/N: it's a little short without the smut part, I'm sorry :cc I hope you like it. It's been a while since I've really wrote something, sooo constructive criticism is well accepted!💜

10: 100% brat tamer

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SUMMARY

-> fic type: social media au

-> pairing: rapper!yoongi x camboy!jungkook

-> genre: crack, smut, maybe angst

-> warnings: swearing

-> plot: Yoongi uses masturbation as stress relief and he has a favorite camboy: bunnybun. Everything's fine until Hoseok mistakenly exposes him for this.

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09 <- masterlist -> 11

Warnings : smut, male masturbation, non-con voyeurism? (idk,, jungkook jerks off while watching yoongi on screen), it gets pretty intense towards the end, lil angst because poor koo regrets what he has done </3

Word count : 1k more or less

Two hours earlier

“Actually… I'm going to start in a few minutes” Jungkook muttered while setting up his computer, his phone squished between his right ear and shoulder. “What? No! -he furrowed his eyebrows and scrunched up his nose- I don't want you to watch, Taehyung” he rolled his eyes.

Taehyung kept bugging him about watching his camshow; a thing he never did and a thing that Jungkook, of course, won't ever allow. It would be awkward!

While he sat on the couch he turned on the TV and kept changing channels, while Taehyung, on the other hand, kept talking and talking. There was nothing interesting today. He huffed, until he came across a programme with some boys dressed rather weirdly.

He squinted his eyes, as if he wasn't able to see at that distance, and he immediately recognized the guy in the front row. Yoongi? What was he doing there?

With a quick movement, Jungkook grabbed his phone properly and stopped Taehyung from talking “Whatever Tae… maybe next time. I have to go now, see ya” he pressed the hang up button and threw the phone on the other side of the couch. He stood there, with his mouth slightly open, trying to process what he was seeing. Glancing at the clock, he shook his head and focused on his computer, trying not to get distracted by those boys. He muted the TV and started his live. He angled the webcam so his viewers couldn't see his face, as usual.

Jungkook never showed his face anywhere, because he knew that it could compromise his working life. And because he was too fucking shy for that.

However, this timid behavior captured the viewers' attention, so he became more brave and tried to change from the normal shows he did, to please his audience. His live streams were mainly about him jerking off, but sometimes he liked to push his limits a bit further… and Jimin even helped him with that a few times, but only after a hard process of convincing the bunny boy in question. At this point he tried many things such as toys, vibrators, buttplugs, ropes and handcuffs, and pathetic costumes that made the viewers go crazy.

He waited for a few minutes, watching how the comments flew in the right part of the screen. He pinched his bottom lip with his thumb and index finger, deep in thought. Was he going to let the program play in the background while he entertained his fans? With Yoongi there dressed so nicely?

Yeah the jackets and pants were fucking ridiculous in his opinion, but Yoongi made every piece of clothing fashionable if he was the one wearing it. He tried to focus on his audience, eager to see him in his most vulnerable (and hot) state. He stretched his arms, flexing his muscles and reading all the comments, “I see y'all missed me that much huh…” he grinned, licking his lips.

A lot of comments were rushing past the screen and in that moment Jungkook decided it was time to start.

He slipped his left hand under his black shirt, stroking his chest until it felt too hot to keep that on. He quickly stripped himself, throwing away his shirt and unbuckling his belt, showing his thick thighs. His dick rested heavy against his boxers, waiting to be released.

“Even if I've been absent for some time I'm afraid I can't stay long with you tonight…” Jungkook murmured as he absent-mindedly stroked his clothed member, “I hope you didn't get too much fun without me” he pouted as he gripped his tip, a hiss came out of his mouth right away.

“Where's the maid dress you ask? I forgot to put it on” he chuckled and slowly slipped a hand under his boxers “I will use it next time, I promise…” his tone became more sultry as he started to pleasure himself.

Small waves of pleasure circulated from his head to his toes, focusing around his crotch area, causing his eyes to shut and his head to roll back. He hastily removed the last annoying piece of clothing, finally showing to his audience what they were craving for.

Comments rushed even more quickly, whining and pleading for him to keep going. Jungkook knew how to keep them glued to their screen with his power bottom energy. One thing everyone was crazy about was the fact that he seemed so tough and dominant, but after some dirty words or touches? His fake persona would vanish, only to reveal a sweet boy with a really sensitive dick. And, boy, did he like when someone played along with him.

However, this wasn't the case since he didn't have much time at the moment, and since Jimin wasn't there to help him like the other times, so he had to settle just with his virtual company.

Or maybe it was his television being so distracting that threatened to make him crumble? He tried so hard to focus on the lovely words of his viewers but everytime, with the corner of his eye, he saw it. He watched him.

His quick breathing was the only thing audible in the living room, as well as the slightly wet sound of his hand gripping his lubricated shaft. His left hand reached his chest as he started to play with one of his nipples, a quiet moan slipping out of his lips. He slowed down and started to focus on his red tip, dripping with precum, and suddenly a buzz of pleasure made him twitch. As his thumb kept circling the area to keep up with that blissful feeling, he finally gave in.

His eyes shot open and moved towards the tv. Even if he couldn't hear anything, his eyes were more than enough. Those feline, cold eyes that seemed to pierce through his soul. The way his mouth would twitch in a small smile, only for his lips to be licked soon after by his tongue. And how badly he wanted to have that wet and velvety feeling all over his body.

The thing that made Jungkook almost laugh was that he didn't even know him that much. Heck, he even was Jimin's ex! And maybe he won't even hear from him anymore after what he discovered but, God, was he so attractive. He would give him his whole body, his weak self would let Yoongi do everything to him.

At this point Jungkook was jerking off at a rapid pace, without bothering about the comments or the show anymore. His eyes were solely focused on the brown-haired man in front of him. He felt so dirty about his actions… Yoongi was so perfectly unaware of what he was doing to him, of the raw feelings he was making him feel, of how quickly Jungkook would submit to him.

Jungkook already felt near the edge as he was desperately chasing his orgasm, releasing all kinds of moans from his lips; he was so fucking shameless as he pleaded Yoongi to take him as if he was there. He was completely in his own little world. He swears he maybe even called his name while he was so lost in his pleasure. Doing this while he was just observing his beautiful face felt really intense, he never did this kind of thing; it almost seemed sinful.

The last straw was when Yoongi locked his eyes with the camera for a moment; as his pupils slowly shifted, Jungkook felt like the boy was really watching him. He suddenly felt vulnerable and hopeless. What would Yoongi think if he saw him like this?

A sudden heat exploded on his cheeks and his ears were on fire. His eyes were wide open, taken off guard. It felt like there was a connection between them and it was all it took to bring Jungkook over the edge. As a blinding pleasure pulsated from the base of his cock, his thighs clenched and his hips thrusted upwards, hot strings of white cum painted his honey glowing skin as he rapidly stroked his strained member. He tried his best not to shout that name, even if he wanted to do that so badly, covering it with loud moans. As he came down his high, for a moment he found himself staring at the ceiling, his chest moving up and down as he felt completely weared out.

With heavy breathing he read a few comments and decided to call it a day. He kindly said goodbye to his viewers and ended the livestream.

He brought one of his fingers up to his lips, sucking the digits clean, tasting himself. He glanced at the TV again and turned the volume up, a whimper escaped from his lips the moment he heard Yoongi talking.

What he did was really wrong. He felt like he wasn't capable of looking at Yoongi in the same way as before and he felt so guilty. How could he masturbate while watching a person? A person that he kinda knew?

He wasn't a thirsty fan that jerked off with the photos of his favorite singers, goddammit. He wasn't a teenager in the middle of his puberty. And most importantly, he shouldn't be aroused by his best friend's ex, who didn't even want to deal with him! And who was an Asshole, with a capital A.

He reached for some tissues to wipe the dried cum from his chest and tossed it away with a heavy sigh.

He sat there, still with his crotch exposed as he started at the black screen of his computer, shame slowly consuming him, the faint sound of the TV still going on in the room.

How was he supposed to look at Jimin now? Should he tell him? He really messed up this time.

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imaginethe-dragons · 3 years

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Boy With Luv (3)

summary: while maintaining your corporate office job at kim publishing house, you also have to try and balance your professional life with your love life. Can you keep both separated or will they collide?

pairing: eventual jeon jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, eventual smut, coworkers to lovers

warnings: suggestive themes, small bit of angsty jk at the end; as always lmk if there are any missed!

word count: 2.7k

part: 3

pronouns: she/her

part 2 here

"Y/n, it's seven," Joon said, standing behind you. At this point he was gonna push you out the door if he had to. You turned your head, but Namjoon was blocking your way back to your bedroom. So, you took a deep breath and moved to open the door.

"Y/n, your purse!" Taehyung exclaimed, running up to you with the small red bag that held your phone and keys. You smiled as you took it from him.

"Thanks, Tae. You're a life saver," you mumbled, kissing him on the cheek before pulling the door open to reveal Jungkook. He was dressed in what he would usually wear to work, a white dress shirt and black slacks. The only two differences was that he had a couple buttons of his shirt undone and his hair was slicked back There was a small curl that rested against his forehead. Long story short, he looked hot.

"Noona! You look beautiful," he smiled, holding out a bouquet of pink roses. You smiled, knowing that they can mean an innocent love, perfect for early relationship stages.

"Thank you, Kookie. Let me go put these in a vase. Come in," you smiled, opening the door so you could go to the kitchen, looking under the sink for your vase that your mom gave you. You couldn't find it in any cabinets.

"Y/n, what are you looking for?" Namjoon asked, peeking his head in. You looked up at him with murder in your eyes.

"I'm looking for my vase," you grumbled, standing on your tip toes to move some cereal boxes around. He visibly stiffened.

"You took it to Hoseok's when you moved in with him and I never saw you unpack it here," he told you.

"Okay, I'll call Hobi later. Can you take care of these for me until then?" You asked him and he was already reaching for scissors to trim the stems.

"You ready?" Jungkook smiled at you and you nodded. You waved goodbye to Joon and hugged Taehyung before exiting your apartment.

"Let me just text Hobi, and then we can get on with our evening," you smiled and Jungkook wrapped his arm around your shoulders as he led you onto the elevator.

"Take your time," he smiled.

"Think you can handle Jimin tonight or should I go tomorrow?" You asked Jungkook after getting a text back from Hobi.

"We can go by on our way to my place," he smiled, holding your hand as he led the way to his car.

"Who said we're going back to yours?" You giggled, just teasing him. You got into the passenger seat and buckled your seatbelt.

"We're not going back to yours with Taehyung there," he laughed as he started the car.

"Fair point." Jungkook rested his left hand on your knee as he began the drive to the nearby restaurant.

"You really do look beautiful tonight," he smiled, helping you out of the car. The compliment had your face turning almost as red as your dress.

"Thank you. You look handsome," you told him once you were sure you wouldn't stumble over your words. He rested his hand on the small of your back as he led you into the restaurant. The hostess perked up at the sight of Jungkook, but frowned when she saw you.

"Table for two please," he asked politely. She picked up two menus and led you to a booth. You slid into your seat, thinking Jungkook would sit opposite, but he sat right next to you instead. The close proximity made you turn red again.

"What can I get you started to drink?" The hostess asked, holding a pad of order tickets.

"I'll have a Coca-Cola. What about you, y/n?" He asked, focusing on you instead of anything else. You swallowed before deciding what answer to give.

"I'll be fine with water. Thank you," you smiled at the hostess but she just rolled her eyes. Jungkook pretended to stretch before his arm rested along the back of the booth, so close to resting on your shoulder that you could feel the warmth radiating from him.

"What do you think you want to eat?" He asked you, leaning in close to look at your menu over your shoulder. You turned your head to look at him with a small smile on your face, but his sudden position was a shock.

"I was thinking kimbap, what about you?" You asked, sliding the menu between the two of you so he could see more of it.

"I'm not that hungry, why don't we split kimbap? Or we could split kimchi?" He asked, trying to come up with ways to remain close to you.

"Sushi was your idea, so I think kimbap is the best option here," you nodded, closing the menu as a new waitress approached your table with two glasses.

"A water and a Coke. Are you two ready to order or should I come back?" The girl asked with a peppy smile and tone of voice.

"Just one order of kimbap with two sets of chopsticks please," Jungkook smiled as he ordered for the both of you. She nodded before walking away and Jungkook turned back to you.

"So, what happened to the dress I picked out earlier?" He asked, toying with the hem of the dress. His touch was electric and made goose bumps spread around your skin.

"It was a dress I bought for a party, not a date," you answered him simply enough.

"Now that I think about it. I wouldn't want anyone else seeing you in it," he whispered, ducking down so he could say the words next to your ear.

"Maybe some other time," you giggled quietly and he smiled wide.

"So, tell me how you met Hobi hyung," he suddenly said, pulling you into his side.

"You seriously want me to talk about my ex on our first date?" You asked, giving him a confused look.

"Well, if he's still in your life I wanna know," he answered, leaning back against the seat.

"I met him through Jimin. Hobi has been choreographing for him since a year after he debuted. Once I moved here for university I would spend my time doing homework in their studio until Jimin was finished with practice. Hobi asked for my number and then months later asked me on a date," you explained. Jungkook was watching you the whole time, tentatively listening to your every word.

"I never knew he was Jimin's choreographer," he told you. You nodded in confirmation.

"What other questions do you have, because I can tell you have more," you giggled at the way he was focused on the table now.

"How did you meet Namjoon?"

"I met Joon at BigHit who Jimin is signed under. He was there to pursue a career in producing. When I had told Jimin about it he put in a good word without having met him. So, Joon got the job as a result."

"So, Jimin's done a lot for you, huh?"

"Yeah, he likes to help wherever I let him," you chuckled. At this point, you see the waitress coming your way with food. The delicious aroma flooded your sense of smell as she set the plate in front of you and handing you each a set of chopsticks.

"Thank you," you both say to her as you begin to eat. Jungkook waited patiently for you to take the first bite.

"Now, how did you meet Jimin?" Jungkook asked.

"Well me and Jimin are both from the same part of Busan. We went to the same schools. And, unfortunately, our moms are best friends," you sighed.

"Why's that a bad thing?" JK

"Our moms had this fantasy of getting pregnant at the same time and hoped that their children would fall in love and make them in laws like some cheesy romance movie," you explained, poking at your next bite of kimbap. Jungkook frowned at this explanation.

"How does Jimin feel about that?" He carefully asked.

"We dated one year in high school, but it only lasted like two weeks. We just wanted to see if things felt right, but it didn't work out so we went back to best friends," you explained, laughing at the memories of that time.

"So you met Hobi and Joon through Jimin. How did you meet Jin?" He asked, knowing that you didn't end up at Kim Publishing House and got Chief Editor after only two years by accident.

"I was Jin's intern my last year of university. I met him through my journalism professor who had done nothing but brag about how much promise I had shown in her class," you said. Jungkook smiled at how eager you were to answer all of his questions.

"So, you're just well connected?" Jungkook chuckled, sipping from his drink. You nodded with a small smile on your face.

"I'm just glad that the job part was all on my own. Jin was giving me high praise when he read my articles from my uni's newspaper. I had a whole portfolio ready to go around to different newspaper and magazine companies but he offered me a job the day I graduated, just editing new authors and stuff like that. I was getting work done ten times faster than anyone else on our floor. The Chief Editor at the time was pushing towards retirement and had been giving me all of his work so Jin phased him out and gave me the job," you explained further, telling Jungkook about the year you had worked before he started at Kim Publishing.

"Where do you think you would've ended up if you didn't work at Kim Publishing?" He questioned.

"Probably Min Press. I had an interview the day before Jin offered me the job, but Yoongi was the one who interviewed me so I instantly turned it down when Jin called me," you told him. You went back to eating but Jungkook was frozen with rage.

"Well, I'm glad you took that job otherwise we'd never have met," he said, being completely sincere. Your heart fluttered and you turned away to hide the increasing blush on your face.

"Aw, don't hide your face, Princess," he cooed in your ear, making you giggle as you turned back to him.

"Shut up," you smiled as you both went back to eating, sharing laughs here and there.

You two sat for about an hour, just enjoying be in each other's presence. The last of the kimbap was forgotten on the table as Jungkook was currently telling you a story of him and his brother from when they were younger. It had you in a fit of laughter because of how vivid you could imagine it.

"And our mom just walked in and we both froze like we had our hand in a cookie jar," he laughed as well.

You both sat there for almost two hours, just telling each other anything and everything that has yet to be known in your relationship. You observed that Jungkook chooses to listen and observe more than he likes to offer his input. It was quite endearing. He asked many questions about your early childhood, trying to understand the Y/n you were before you had met. What he didn't expect though, is that you were a shy little girl who only ever talked to Jimin. He thought you to be outgoing all your life like the first time you had ever met. Over desert you discussed more of Jungkook's life before you met. It was nice to finally hear him gush about his life in Busan before meowing to Soul. His eyes were lit up like Christmas lights.

As you both finished your shared food, Jungkook told the waitress that you were ready for the check. She nodded and walked away for two minutes before bringing the black book back. You went into your wallet to at least pay for half, but Jungkook held your hand as he already slid his card into the booklet and returned it to the waitress.

"Kookie," you whined as she walked away.

"Never thought I would have you whining this early, Princess," he whispered in your ear causing you to turn crimson.

"Here is your card, sir. Have a nice evening," the waitress smiled at the both of you. Jungkook tucked the card back into his wallet as he stood from his seat, offering you his hand.

"I be,I've we have a vase to go pick up," he smiled. You held his hand as he led you back to the car. Once again, he opened the door for you and you smiled. As he began to drive, he rested his hand on your thigh, stroking the soft skin with his thumb. The movement caused goosebumps to settle over the area.

Jungkook parked near the BigHit building where Hobi's practice studio is and you could see his and Jimin's cars across the street. You began to get out and so did Jungkook.

"You don't have to come in," you told him.

"I know, but I want to," he shrugged, walking around the car to hold your hand. You led the way to the practice room and could hear some of Jimin's music playing from inside. You opened the door without knocking.

"Y/n/n!" Jimin said excitedly as Hobi paused the music. He ran up to you and wrapped his arms around you.

"Yah! Jiminie, you're all sweaty," you exclaimed, your face twisting with disgust. He pulled away and looked down at you.

"And you look beautiful. Where'd you go?" He asked as he took a sip from his water bottle.

"We went to dinner," you answered, gesturing between yourself and Jungkook. Jimin almost spat out his water when he registered what you said.

"Hey, here's your vase," Hobi smiled, handing you the piece of pottery. You carefully held it as you gave him a peck on the cheek as a thank you.

"Is that all you came here for?" Jimin asked, pouting in the process. You laughed at him which caused him to roll his eyes.

"Kookie bought me flowers and this is my only vase, so I had to swing by to grab it on our way home," you explained.

"Well, if the date is over, you wanna come listen to some new tracks I've been working on?"Jimin asked with a smile.

"The date isn't over yet," Jungkook cut in, causing Jimin to look over at him instead.

"Another day Jiminie okay? I'll take a look at your book Monday, maybe swing by the practice room?" You suggested, trying to appease your best friend.

"Yeah okay, that's fine," he huffed, turning to go back to his practice time.

"Party at my house Friday, you in?" Hobi asked as you both watched Jimin.

"Party at your house every Friday. Is it bring your own alcohol?" You asked, but he just chuckled before wrapping an arm around you instinctively.

"When is it ever," he answered.

"Thanks for the vase Hobi, but we have to get going," you told him, patting the hand that was around you.

"Okay, I'll see you around," he said, walking back over to Jimin. You turned to leave but Jungkook wasn't anywhere to be found. You walked out the way you came in and found him leaning against his car.

"What are you doing out here, Koo?" You asked as you approached him.

"You looked pretty cozy with Hobi," he grumbled. You rolled your eyes at his words. Even when you were just friends, Hoseok had always showed his affection physically even before you were dating. Hugs, wrapping an arm around you, maybe even a snuggle here and there during a movie night. It was just natural for the two of you at this point.

"Koo, there's a reason we broke up. If I wanted him, I would still be with him," you explained to him. You gave him the truth but cut out the reason why it had ended with Hoseok.

"Do you mean that, Y/n?" He asked, looking at you with tears brimming his eyes. It made your heart ache to know that just seeing someone else's arm around you made him this upset.

"Of course I do. Why don't we go back to my place so I can put the flowers in the vase," you smiled, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

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thank you guys so much for reading! i apologize for the short chapter but i haven’t felt up to adding more so i just decided to post this now. 💜

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getitinbusan · 4 years

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The Big Bang

Yoongi SMUT

Happy 4th of July to my Dirty Little American Friends

Nervous didn't even begin to describe it. Terrified, panic stricken, petrified, you were experiencing all of it.

Usually the one to calm your anxiety, you looked at your boyfriend, Yoongi was just as bad off as you.

"It's going to be fine, they'll love you because I love you."

You squeezed his hand trying to reassure him as much as yourself. "So because they have no choice?" He laughed a little.

"Fuck, you know I didn't mean it like that."

You pulled the car into the driveway and took a deep breath, "It'll be good... I promise."

Not that it wasn't awkward, it really was, but things were going smoother than expected.

Studying his English diligently since you'd met, he was trying really hard to make conversation. Standing back you watched him, beer in hand talking to your Dad as he grilled.

You loved him. He was so far from home, so far from his comfort zone but here he was, just for you.

Catching his eye you couldn't help but light up, he smiled at you as you made your way over.

"Try this," you held the fork to his mouth. "umm, It's good."

"It's mom's Dorito Salad."

"When we get home you should make it for Jeongguk, he'd love that."

Home, it sounded strange. Here you stood in the place you'd been born, surrounded by family and life long friends but it wasn't really home anymore.

He gave your waist a squeeze, "Everything okay?"

It was, as long as you had him it didn't matter where you were.

"Are you ready to get on the water?"

His smile grew, "Your uncle said I can use his fishing gear."

Exhausted from all activities it was definitely nap time.

Leading him up the hallway, your tiny dog followed in pursuit as you pushed the door open.

"And this is where the magic happens!"

He looked up and down the hall to make sure nobody was around before he caught your lips between his.

"I'm about to sleep in there, I don't want to know about it."

You pushed him back onto the fluffy duvet, "You don't have to be jealous baby, It's only ever been me and my imagination."

Swinging a leg over you straddled him as he laid back. "I was however hoping to change that this weekend."

Caught up in your words and hands you could feel him getting excited under you. Reaching to undo the top button of his shorts his hand grabbed yours and he moaned. "Stop teasing…"

"I'm not teasing, I'm committed to it."

"No...come on baby. I'm not disrespecting your parents like that. They don't want us sleeping together in their house."

"Do you always have to be the good guy Yoongi."

He nodded, "We're going to be together for a long time baby girl, I don't need to give them a reason to hate me."

Rolling off of him in a frustrated huff you could only manage an angry, "fine!"

He giggled, "Don't be a spoiled brat, I'll make sure you get properly fucked when the first opportunity comes up."

You leaned back into him for a kiss.

"I'm exhausted, go hang out with your sister so I can nap."

"I get it...I'm going...geez."

You flipped the light switch off and as you were about to close the door you stuck your head back in.

"I love you Yoongi, it really means a lot that you're here with me."

"I love you too peach now get the hell out, I'm tired."

He threw a pillow towards you but you closed the door at just the right moment. All you could hear from the hallway was him laughing, "I'm gonna get you next time."

You knocked on the door lightly, he'd been asleep for hours. The time change and the stress had caught up to you both.

Walking into the room you pulled the window shade beside the bed open. The sun was starting to go down but what light was left came in to illuminate his face on your pillow.

"Hey sleepy, we're going to go soon. It's time for my favorite part of the holiday!"

He sat up and rubbed his eyes, "Fireworks?"

"Yes fireworks!!!"

Arriving at the field everyone set up their chairs and blankets.

"You want to go up front?" he kept walking.

You pulled him back, "No, back of the crowd is always better."

Everyone was in their own world, coolers were stocked with snacks and alcohol and conversation flowed freely. The air was warm and the sky was growing dark as you sat holding hands.

"You can put your arms around me," you whispered. "Nobody's looking."

His mouth went up into a crooked grin, wrapping his hands around your waist the first firecracker sounded above you.

His eyes shone under the flare, he was so beautiful, relaxed, peaceful, happy. The illuminated display suddenly didn't seem important, you couldn't take it anymore.

Standing up you reached for his hand, "Come on." Grabbing the blanket you motioned to the tree line behind you.

Leading him up the path you pulled him into the denser section of the woods. It wasn't as loud and you could just make out the flashes through the leaves.

"What are you doing? Why aren't we watching fireworks?" His confusion was cute.

"You promised we could have sex when the opportunity came up remember?"

You kissed his neck knowing you'd need to break down some of his stubborn resolve.

"Baby I told you earlier, I can't... your parents."

"1. We aren't in their house. 2. Everyone's drunk and nobodies paying attention 3. It's always been a fantasy to have sex with fireworks going off...please Yoongi? I need you so badly."

He looked around assessing the situation then back at you.

"I wore this dress so you can get in and out nice and easy."

Raising the hem of the shift dress slowly up your thigh, you showed him your secret.

"I'm not wearing any panties."

He closed his eyes struggling with his dilemma but his cock was already leading the charge.

"I can't believe you're fucking doing this to me, if we get caught i'm telling everyone it was your idea."

"We're not gonna get caught I promise." You spread the blanket under the tree, "No one can see and because of the fireworks...no ones gonna hear you moaning but me."

Dropping to your knees you grabbed the waist of his shorts and pulled him closer to you. "Can I suck you for a bit?"

He was flustered, "I mean how much time do we have..it can't be that much...can it?"

His unusually shy reserve was turning you on.

"Just enough to get you hard.."

"You think I'm not hard? Jesus Y/N, I'm ready to blow"

Pulling down his zipper, he wasn't lying. His cock was at full attention and the light from the overhead explosions highlighted the dribbles of excitement on his tip.

The invigorating thrill of getting caught had you just as wet and excited as him. Licking your lips while staring up at him you wrapped your hand around his shaft and pumped him until he moaned.

"Did you miss this?"

He threw his head back as you wrapped your lips around him greedily sucking. It was urgent, rushed and hard, you had a small window of time before the smoke cleared and people scattered.

Popping off of him you laid back and lifted up the fabric of your dress. Exposed on the ground, you drew your finger over your clit enticing him. You felt dirty and you liked it. This place from your childhood, you needed to prove you'd outgrown it, that no matter how everything else had stayed the same you hadn't.

"Hurry, please Yoongi."

He got down and lay over you. Cautious no more he anchored himself into your wet waiting core. Everytime you made love he waited for your signal. With hungry eyes you nodded, "Fuck me, hard."

Moving quickly he pumped inside you. Rocking his hips forward against your clit, the wetness between you lubricated and heightened every sensation.

Glad for loud banging overhead the expletives dripped off your tongue as he pounded into you. The speed and intensity picked up and the cheering sound came through the trees. The finale of the show spurring on the most intense orgasm you'd ever had.

Not having the luxury of time on your side, you pulled yourselves together and ran back to your spot undetected. As the last of the lights dissipated into the night everyone gathered to leave.

"So what did you think of it Yoongi?" Your Dad patted him on the back.

"Well sir, I don't think I'll ever look at fireworks the same now that I've experienced a real 4th of July party."

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CHAPTER V

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GENRES: royal au; fantasy au; magic au; friends-to-enemies-to-lovers; king!beomgyu, vizier!taehyun

PAIRING: taegyu

WARNINGS: none

WORD COUNT: 4.7k+

AN: Yes, Yoongi studies rocks.

SUMMARY: Best friends turned enemies, Kang Taehyun has managed to trick Choi Beomgyu into his service, and to rule for a year and a day, until his youngest brother would be old enough to take the throne. Choi Beomgyu has no intention of being obedient however, and tries to thwart Taehyun’s orders at every turn. With a growing amount of distrust and lies within the court, will Taehyun manage to keep the kingdom of Gojongja from falling apart?

"Thank you for letting me dine with you and the King earlier," Yeonjun said. After having eaten, Beomgyu had gone back to his chambers (which had had their door fixed, thankfully) and Taehyun was going to the Palace Library to find a book. Yeonjun was trailing after him.

"It was nothing," Taehyun said, striding down the hallways. Yeonjun hastened to keep up, as Taehyun walked into the library.

“So… Taehyun? Kang? Grand Vizier? What do I call you?” Yeonjun asked. Taehyun didn't look at him, instead walking straight to a section of bookshelves.

“Call me Sir,” Taehyun said, not lifting his eyes from the bookshelf. “It’s the title you call a vizier when you’re not officially announcing them.”

“Okay, so, Sir Taehyun…” Yeonjun trailed after Taehyun as the younger scoured the bookshelves.

“Yes?” Taehyun bent down, checking the bottom shelf. When Yeonjun didn't continue his sentence, he clicked his tongue in irritation and straightened, looking at the elder impatiently. " Was there anything you needed?"

Yeonjun opened and closed his mouth several times, words refusing to come out. Taehyun crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.

"Um… How good are you with a sword?"

It was obvious that this wasn't Yeonjun's original question. Taehyun bent down again, resuming his search for the book. "Good enough," he replied. "Why?"

"No reason." Yeonjun was silent after that, watching as Taehyun slowly made his way through the bookshelves. When the elder didn't leave, Taehyun raised his head again.

"D'you have something else to ask me?"

Yeonjun hesitated, and then sighed. "Look, I get you don't like me. Heck, you don't seem to like anyone in this palace. But I need your help. Cooperate with me, please. At least give me a chance. I don't know what you could have gone through to be this wary of outsiders, but give me a chance to prove that I'm one of the good ones."

Taehyun stared at him, unimpressed. "I can tell you don't like me either. Don't deny it- your posture says everything. If you don't like me that much, why are you trying to make us get along? It's His Greatness you should be worrying yourself with. There's no need to worry about his humble old vizier."

"Despite what you think of me, I genuinely want to be on good terms with both you and the King," Yeonjun said. Taehyun noticed he didn't deny that he wasn't fond of the vizier. "I'm not so low as to try and worm my way into the King's favour just for Aruyeo's gain. This is about uniting, and having peace."

"Hmm." Taehyun hummed expressionlessly, looking at Yeonjun before moving to another bookshelf. The elder sighed, giving in.

"I see that this is not a good time," Yeonjun said. "Well, I suppose I'll go to my chambers now." He bowed to Taehyun, who inclined his head back, not looking up from the shelf.

"Rest well, Sir," Taehyun said emotionlessly.

Once Yeonjun's footsteps had faded away, Taehyun looked up. He shook his head slightly. He didn't even know why he was being so prickly towards the Aruyeonan. Yeonjun just gave off a bad aura, and he didn't trust him one bit. Only, now he thought about it, he wasn't sure why. Taehyun scrunched his nose in annoyance. It was no use wondering about those sorts of things. He needed to focus. Now, where was that book about Magical Spheres?

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After having tracked down the book, Taehyun heaved the heavy, leather-bound book all the way to his chambers, before dumping it onto his bed. It created a small cloud of dust as it bounced gently on his mattress, and Taehyun waved it away before opening it.

He leafed through the thick yellow pages, reading each word intently. The book was old, so the writing was in an extravagant font and the ink was faded, but Taehyun was still determined to find out what every sentence said. It was late in the night, but he was adamant about finishing the book, managing to burn out a total of three whole candles. The candles were placed around him in a semicircle, emitting light from all directions. As the fire on one of the candles began to flicker weakly, Taehyun sighed, ruffling his hair in annoyance, but still leaned forward to carry on reading.

Finally, when his eyes could take it no longer, he blinked rapidly, yawning. Though he was already more than halfway through, the book wasn't being very helpful. There were several chapters on crystal balls, talismans, cursed objects, and even centaur eyeballs, but none of them seemed to describe the marble he'd found in the Discussion and Tactics room. He took the said marble off of his bedside table again, re-analysing it in the dim candlelight. Even with all the new knowledge he now had on magical spheres, the ball was still no less of a mystery. Taehyun sighed in frustration, setting it back down and heaving the book off his bed. It was so heavy and annoying, but Taehyun just wanted to finish it as soon as possible so that he'd know what the marble was. His eyes, however, had a different idea. Taehyun yawned again, ruffling his hair. It was late. He should go to bed.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

Taehyun managed to finish the book in three days. He was disappointed in himself for taking so long to do so, but he reasoned that the book was ridiculously big so it was fine. After finishing it, he realised there were actually five volumes. And so, he went down to the library again to find the rest of the books. It took him a week to get through the first two books. The third one dragged on so much, so by the time he was a third of the way through he was no wiser than when he'd first started reading. And so, he gave up for the night, deciding to finally rest.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

Taehyun was awoken by a knock on his door. Someone gently knocked on his door in an almost timid manner, but being a light sleeper, Taehyun heard it easily.

"Who is it?" he blearily called out.

"It's me, sire," a formal voice replied. Taehyun rubbed his eyes, trying to remember who the voice belonged to. He frowned, forehead wrinkling in confusion. It appeared that he'd stayed up far too late last night, and it was too early to be placing names to Lords' faces. Taehyun sighed, giving up.

"I'm sorry, I have no idea who you are," he said, when he couldn't remember who the person was. "Can you come back in a few hours? Now is not a good time."

There was a pause, and Taehyun hoped that it was a sign the person had gone away. When they had stayed silent for longer than ten seconds, Taehyun stretched messily, rolling around before casually falling out of his bed and onto the carpeted floor. He was just getting up when someone rapped on his door.

"Who is it?" he said, annoyed.

"Still me, sire."

"Yes, but who are you?" Taehyun stalked over to the door and pressed his ear against the wood to see if it would help him remember who the person was.

"...It's Heesung, your guard.”

Oh. So not a lord. How had he not recognised Heesung's voice? Was he that tired last night? “Oh yes, Heesung. Is everything okay?”

“There is a messenger holding several letters from Aruyeo. He asked to see the king, but we referred him to you instead. The footman who brought them was determined for you to reply as soon as possible. In fact, I think– yes, he is still in the palace entrance, waiting for your response."

Taehyun cursed. He knew this would happen, but he didn't think it would happen this soon. They'd agreed to an alliance not even a week ago, and news normally took about a month to travel between Kingdoms. How had Aruyeonan nobles already found out about it?

"Ah yes, thank you. Tell the messenger I'll be there shortly."

"Of course, sire. I shall wait here then, escort you down there."

Taehyun sighed, and wearily walked to the washroom. This was going to be a hard day.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

As Taehyun walked out to the palace entrance, the messenger straightened, before bowing down low.

"Grand Vizier Kang Taehyun!" he said, bowing again.

"Good day," Taehyun said. "I hear that you have several messages for me?"

"I do, sir." The messenger handed Taehyun some scrolls of parchment, bowing. "They are all from nobles of my Kingdom, and the Lords would like a reply promptly, if you may."

"Hmm." Taehyun unrolled a letter, before handing it to Heesung and opening another. He glanced at it before folding it again, and looked at the messenger. "When would you like an answer?"

The boy answered firmly. "Today, preferably, sire. If not, my master has said that I must stay here until you inform me of your response."

"Your master sent you with five letters?"

"No sire. Only one of these is his, but the rest are from other nobles. He requested that I come with them all at once."

"And you are to stay until I answer his letter?"

"Yes, sir."

Taehyun subtly raised his eyebrows. That was an unusual request. Nevertheless, he nodded his head. "In that case, you had best come in. I have important matters I need to take care of, but with any luck, I may have an answer for you by evening." Taehyun signalled to the guards. "Take our guest somewhere he can wait. Make sure he's treated kindly," he added firmly. "Aruyeo have been nothing but kind to us, so let's treat them with respect as well." He bowed his head to the messenger, before taking the letters and walking away.

Taehyun was walking past Beomgyu's chambers when the door opened.

"Oh! Taehyun, I was just about to look for you."

Taehyun sighed, before turning around on his heel to face at Beomgyu. "Was there something you needed?"

"Yeah." Beomgyu stepped out into the hallway, closing his door with his foot. "I've got an angered lord in my room who's mad at the fact I agreed to an alliance without consulting the rest of the council. What do I do?"

Taehyun frowned. "How did they find out? You didn't tell anyone, did you?"

"I haven't had time," Beomgyu said, glaring. "Honestly, it's like you don't trust me at all."

"That's because I don't," Taehyun retorted. "Anyway, what do you want me to do about it? I'm busy, you know."

"I don't know, maybe sort them out? Talk to the lords?"

"Why can't you do that?" Taehyun asked, growing annoyed.

"Because I haven't talked to them in ages! It's going to be weird and they're going to ask questions about where I've been these past months!"

"Well you should have talked to them in the first place! Maybe then you wouldn't be in this position. Think about that," Taehyun snapped, before stalking off.

Beomgyu glowered at Taehyun's back as the younger rounded a corner. Chan, who was on duty outside Beomgyu's door, snorted. Beomgyu whipped his head round to the guard.

"Don't laugh," he said. "What's so funny, anyway?"

"Taehyun's right, that's all," Chan said, smiling. "If you'd talked to the nobles at any point, you wouldn't be in this mess."

"It's not a mess," Beomgyu contradicted pettily, crossing his arms. "What do you mean, anyway?"

"If you'd talked to them when you first became King, it wouldn't be so awkward. If you'd talked to them when they'd asked for you, it wouldn't be so hard. If you'd talked to them at all, you'd feel more comfortable in consulting them about the Aruyeo thing at the beginning, meaning they wouldn't be outraged that you considered it without them."

Beomgyu sniffed. "You talk too much."

"You're only mad because I'm right," Chan laughed. "Come on, admit it."

"Never. Because that would mean admitting that I'm wrong, and I'm never wrong. I'll go talk to Lord Namjae now. Goodbye." With that, Beomgyu held his head up, and walked back into his chambers.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

"Could you keep ahold of these, Heesung?" Taehyun asked the guard, handing him the letters. "I need to go visit the Antiquarian first, then I'll deal with them."

"Sure." Heesung took the letters from Taehyun. "May I ask, why are you visiting them? Was the book not helpful?"

Taehyun sighed. "It wasn't. It was just full of centaur eyes and crystal balls. I'm hoping Scholar Min knows what it is." He paused in front of two hallways. "Hang on, I've never been to the Antiquarian before. Which way is it?"

"This way, sire," Heesung said, taking the left. Taehyun followed after him.

"You know Heesung, I never thanked you," Taehyun spoke as the guard led the way. "I never thanked you for taking care of me all those years. Literally, you've looked after me since we were fifteen."

"It's no problem," Heesung replied easily. "It's my job."

"It wasn't your job to listen to my rants and keep all my secrets safe," Taehyun said, half-jokingly. "I'm glad we became friends."

Heesung glanced over his shoulder at Taehyun. "I'm glad we did too," he smiled. Heesung stopped in front of a door. "Here we are," he announced. Taehyun tilted his head in confusion.

"There's no guard?"

"Scholar Min is basically a fortune teller as well as an old-objects-specialist," Heesung reminded him. "It would be dumb for anyone to try and infiltrate his chambers."

"Ah, right. Are you going to stay out here?"

"Yes."

"Okay. See you, then," Taehyun said, giving a small wave before knocking on the Antiquarian's door. A voice said, 'come in', and he stepped inside.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

"Ah! Kang Taehyun, my boy! Come in, come in! Don't just stand there loitering at the entrance. I'm boiling some water right now, if you'd care to have a cup of tea?"

“How- how do you know my name?”

“Why, everyone knows the Grand Vizier Kang Taehyun,” the Antiquarian smiled. “And before that, you were Prince Taehyun. I’ve known you since you were just a few days old.”

Taehyun was a bit surprised at seeing Scholar Min look so, well, young. Judging from how he spoke, it sounded as if he was already at a reasonably old age when Taehyun was born, but the Antiquarian looked to still be in his late twenties. Scholar Min chuckled at Taehyun's shock.

"Yes, I look rather young, don’t I? But don’t be fooled. Anyway, you of all people should know that youth does not equal inexperience.”

"I- uh- um…"

"Have a seat, have a seat! Let me make you a cup of chamomile tea. It will help you form coherent sentences."

Taehyun sat down in the armchair that Scholar Min gestured towards. As the scholar prepared the water, he looked around the room. The first thing that he noticed was the room was small. It wasn't tiny, but compared to, say, the Discussion and Tactics room, it was definitely smaller. A large fireplace took up one wall, with shelves on top which were packed with candlesticks. Another wall had a bookshelf pushed against it, stuffed full of thick books. The other wall had shelves holding vials of mysterious liquids, dried plants, rock samples, and even a stuffed animal's head. There was a door to the left of the bookshelf. Taehyun presumed that it led to Scholar Min’s chambers.

What struck the vizier was how cozy the room was. It was dimly lit, because of the fire and warm candles, and the orange fires reflected off of the copperware in the room, and the orangey, coppery colours gave off a rustic, roguish sort of feeling. It was an odd atmosphere for a room in the palace to have, but for an Antiquarian's office, it felt strangely right.

"Here you go, Kang Taehyun," Scholar Min said, handing Taehyun a teacup on a saucer. "Be careful, it's hot. Now, you drink that up, and tell me what’s the matter.”

As Taehyun blew on his tea, the Antiquarian sat down in the armchair opposite him, waiting for the younger to speak.

“So, um, Scholar Min...”

“Call me Yoongi,” the man smiled.

“Okay, Yoongi... I was wondering about a strange marble I found? It’s filled with this weird powder and has a really thin outer layer of glass. I’m not sure what it is, so I came to ask you.” Taehyun fished the marble out of his pocket and handed it over to the Antiquarian. Yoongi put on his glasses and examined it. “I found a few books on Magical Spheres,” Taehyun explained, “but after reading through more than half of the series I still couldn’t find anything that described this.”

" You read the book about Magical Spheres?"

"I- yes I did," Taehyun said hesitantly. "That's what I just said, right?"

"Which author?"

"Pardon?"

"Who wrote it?" Yoongi peered at him from over his spectacles.

"I think it was Professor Chung something. I can't remember exactly."

"Right, right. I presume you read all five volumes?"

"Two and a third."

"Well. How long did it take you?"

"Just under a week, I think," Taehyun said, folding his hands over his legs. Yoongi raised his eyebrows, impressed.

"Well. That is an achievement. But anyways, if I am not mistaken those we're Professor Chung Minchan's books on Magical Spheres, Bookshelf 379, third shelf from the bottom and second section from the right," Yoongi said, leaning back. Taehyun blinked. Did Scholar Min have photographic memory or something? "You were looking in the wrong place. Spheres like these-" He rolled the marble in his palm- "aren't something you can access information on easily. They're in the section of the library I doubt you've been to."

"Which part? I assure you, I have been to every section of that library at least twice. I'm sure I know."

Yoongi chuckled. "Well, I assure you, that you have most certainly never been to the place which would hold information about these."

Taehyun opened and closed his mouth, deciding it would not be a wise idea to argue with a prestigious scholar. Though, he wasn't sure why he was so offended that Scholar Min seemed to think that he hadn't scoured the library from top to bottom, given how long he'd lived in the palace. "But anyway," he said. "What is it?"

Yoongi leaned over and rummaged through a drawer, before pulling out a metal object.“You know what this is, right?”

“Yes, that’s a grenade,” Taehyun said.

“Correct. And what chemicals do grenades, and all explosives, have in them?”

“Well, it varies.”

Yoongi paused, before nodding in acknowledgement. “Well, yes, that's true. But what is the most commonly known explosive chemical?”

“Trinitrotoluene, but the powder in the marble isn’t yellow.”

“You’re right,” Yoongi said. He put back the empty grenade case and raised the marble, rolling it between his forefinger and thumb. “But, this has the same principle. I can’t tell exactly what chemical it is, but this is definitely a magical explosive.”

Taehyun tilted his head. “Magical?”

“Yes. Most explosives need a trigger to be set off, and this is normally from pressure applied to the side of it. However, you and I have both held it in our hands, and it hasn’t gone off.”

“Why is it that I couldn’t recognise it, if it’s something as simple as a grenade?” Taehyun asked, frowning.

“It’s not just a grenade, my boy. It’s magical, like I said. Also, they don’t make these things here often, so it’s possible they didn’t feel the need to teach you about them.”

“Why does it look so different though?” Taehyun asked. “Grenades and bombs aren’t normally glass balls.”

“That is something I am not sure of yet.” Yoongi was silent for a few moments. “You wouldn’t mind me keeping this, would you? It would take a few days for me to analyse and identify the particles.”

“Oh, of course,” Taehyun readily agreed. “You can keep it. I just wanted to know what it is.”

“Well, I’m afraid I don’t fully know what it is myself,” Yoongi said thoughtfully, still staring at the marble. “But it definitely is an explosive of some sort.”

Taehyun nodded. “That is information enough,” he said. He rose. “I hope you don’t mind, but I need to go now. There are lots of letters and things I need to take care of now.”

“Of course, Taehyun,” Yoongi said, also rising. He opened the door for the vizier. “If I find anything else about it, I’ll have a messenger send you a note.”

Taehyun bowed his head in thanks. “Thank you, Scholar.” He bowed again, before walking back down the hall, Heesung some ways behind him.

Yoongi watched as the young vizier strode away, a troubled look on his face. He looked down at the marble again. He could recognise that glass anywhere. And that powder… he had a sinking feeling he knew what it was. Shuffling back inside, he gently closed the door behind him, locking it for good measure. If his hunch on who made the chemical was correct, it was going to be a dangerous process in finding out which explosive it was.

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“So, how was it?” Heesung asked Taehyun as they walked down a deserted corridor.

“Worse than I thought it would be,” Taehyun sighed. “It’s an explosive. I thought, maybe, a listening device, or one of the Lords’ children had left their toy in there by accident, but no. Scholar Min didn’t say it outright, but it was clear that it’s not Gojongja-made.” He clenched his hands. “Maybe that Aruyeonan lord put it there.”

“Lord Yeonjun?” Heesung supplied, as they rounded the corner towards Taehyun’s chambers. “But wasn’t the servant the only one who’d been in the room, until you came? How could he have managed to put it there?”

“There’s always a way,” Taehyun replied. “Besides, we don’t know for sure if no one else had been inside.” They stopped in front of Taehyun’s door, and Heesung wordlessly handed him the letters he’d been holding.

“What do you think the Aruyeonan nobles have written?”

Taehyun sighed, staring distastefully down at the pieces of parchment in his hands. “Probably something to try and maneuver the terms of the alliance more into their favour, and tons of flowery compliments to try and get into our favour.” He frowned slightly. “Although, I’m not sure why that would be something so urgent that they need a reply as soon as possible.”

“True,” Heesung said thoughtfully. “Maybe they want to hear the terms of the alliance? It’s possible that they haven’t seen it yet.”

“That’s possible. I hadn't thought of that." Then, Taehyun gasped. "Oh, Heesung, do you think you'd be able to check up on Beomgyu? I don't want him messing up anything. Shit, I forgot he was dealing with Lord Namjae." He smacked himself on the forehead. "God, I was so frustrated at the time that I completely ignored him. That Lord is an annoying one as well."

"I'll go talk to Seojung. I think he and Chan are on duty."

"Thanks, Heesung."

The guard bowed, before walking back to Beomgyu's chambers. Taehyun watched him go, and stepped inside his own.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

"Oh, you little-" Taehyun muttered through clenched teeth. He checked the name. Lord Cho. That punk. " 'We would like you to know that we will be by your side in helping guide Gojongja into having a steady and secure rule'? " Taehyun scoffed aloud. "Who does he think he is? Gojongja is doing fine, thank you very much." He hated when nobles did this. They thought they were being so slick, when in fact Taehyun could see every hidden meaning behind their words. "We are not weak, and never will be, 'Lord Cho'. We don't need any of you Aruyeonans to try and worm your way into our throne." Taehyun scowled at the letter fiercely, before putting it down and picking up another one.

'To whoever this letter may reach,' it read, 'First of all, I would like to thank you for agreeing to an alliance with my beloved Kingdom.' Taehyun scoffed again. What was with Aruyeo nobles and their inherent adoration for their Kingdom? He scanned the rest of the letter, somewhat idly. The contents of the letter would be full of flattery and subtle manipulations, he presumed, so he wasn’t paying much attention to it. But then, he leaned forward suddenly, taking his feet off the table. Wait. This letter might actually be important.

'Please be sure to read this letter carefully, since I would like my meaning to be conveyed extremely clearly.’ Taehyun frowned, and scrabbled around for a spare piece of parchment. After reading the letter fully and scribbling down notes, he gasped. “Oh my god.”

'Being united through an alliance was something we here have wanted dearly for a long time, since we respect and admire all that you do in your court. Even before our own queen came to the throne, we have been nothing but peaceful when it comes to relations between our two kingdoms. Careful measures have been taken to make sure that you have the same benefits as we could receive from this Alliance. Royals within our court have kept the peace between our two courts. Each one of our monarchs have tried their best For generations to keep relations between us civil and polite. Under our queen erajin’s rule, it seems that an alliance has finally been achieved. Let me assure you that this letter is not meant to be patronising or overly flatter you- it was meant to genuinely say thank you for agreeing to an alliance. ‘Tis a wonderful occasion, and it is a great question within our court as to whether you may Hold a revel to celebrate? Even though our two kingdoms have not interacted closely on such a scale, perhaps You could consider it. Aruyeo have admired you for how steadfast and inspiring your Royals are, and Everyone here would just like to say thank you for being an incredible kingdom. Now, you will be sceptical at having received such an Odd letter, and you may not Trust me, but there is one thing that ought to be said: this letter will show you who is TRUSTWORTHY.'

Taehyun set down his quill. When he'd first read it, the odd use of capital letters struck him. Now he had put the capitals together, it all made sense.

BECAREFUL,THEYARENOTTRUSTWORTHY.

"Assuming the 'Tis can use the apostrophe as a comma and the 'T' as a letter in the word,'' Taehyun muttered to himself, scribbling the letters to form coherent words. "Every capital letter is part of a coded message. 'Be careful, they are not trustworthy'." He tilted his head in confusion, clicking his tongue. "But who is 'they'? The other Aruyeonan Lords? People within our palace? Who?"

The end of the letter was in its own paragraph, so Taehyun assumed it had nothing to do with the coded message in the paragraph above it.

'It would be wonderful if you could respond with whether you understood my letter. The messenger sent is one of my own, and I assure you he is to be trusted. Your Greatness, if it is you who receives this letter, it may be best for you to hand it to your vizier. He might be able to understand.

I patiently await your reply,

Lord Hwang Hyunjin.'

"Lord Hyunjin," Taehyun said. He tapped the letter. "Thank you so much for this. Thank you." He was just figuring out how to form a reply to Lord Hyunjin, when there was a knock at his door.

"Sir?" Heesung called. "His Greatness requests your presence within his tea room. Um, immediately, if you may. But don't tell anyone he said that. He also wants you to bring the agreement because he's really struggling right now since he didn't memorise it."

Taehyun raised his eyebrows at Heesung's strange way of talking. "He told you to say that, didn't he?" he asked rhetorically once he'd opened the door. Heesung didn't say anything, but the guard's posture spoke for him. "I thought so." He closed his door behind him. "The agreement is in the Filing Room right now. Let's go get it and see what mess Beomgyu's gotten himself into."

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