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yok00k · 1 month

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truth or dare

pairing: hellokittylover/coquette!oc x boxer!jk

genre: angst, fluff

‧₊˚🎧⊹♡— are you playing? truth or dare

synopsis: rumor has it that jungkook is entertaining other girl(s)

word count: 3.3k

warnings: angsty, oc got: attachment issues, daddy issues [like the author], etc. oc is also kinda dumb (and broken) but she’s figuring shit out, lowkey she’s that bitch, jealous!oc, side characters were kinda introduced, mention of jk making out w/ another girl, jk’s character is complex: one sec he’s a playboy and another sec he’s down bad for oc?, open ending, unedited

a/n: this took place when jk and oc were in 2 month situationship and still getting to know one another! so their boundary wasn’t clear..

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Everything seems to be a dream as soon as you wake up on another glorious day.

you’ve never felt so energized like this before. it’s a little strange to say but, you even feel like you’ve been reborn for some unknown reason. maybe today is going to be a good day for you.

well let’s see.. you’re off from work plus you basically got nothing to do other than clean your room a little for a little bit and to just chill around!

one of the first things you do as soon as you wake up is stare at your phone, particularly to see if jungkook has sent you a message yet as he always never fails to not. a simple yet sweet “good morning pretty :)” and “did my baby girl sleep well?” can add a bright color to your day. it shows that he cares and that he’s thinking about you too.

the anticipated message from your comfort person unexpectedly did not pop out in your notification. it kind of threw you off. jungkook never misses sending you at least one message, precisely at 8:30 every morning. even in the mornings where he had a boxing match the night before. today is indeed such a strange day.

you’re in no position to be sad just because he didn’t message you. in fact, you’re not, you’re just surprised, or so you think. at the same time, you shouldn’t be in shock owing to the fact that there’s no label between you and jungkook. indeed there’s something going on with you and him, whatever that would be except for being girlfriend and boyfriend.

you often ask yourself where you two stand. for you, it’s indistinct to identify what you are to him. all you know is that he is someone special to you. jungkook makes you feel like you’re the prettiest girl in the whole universe every time he’s around you. it’s the way he articulates his words when speaking to you. you can’t explain it.

you’re more than aware that you’re growing emotional attachment to him. getting used to his affection and now that you didn’t receive a message from him to start off your day, it dismays you. although you’re not sure if there's a hidden motive beyond those gut feeling, you choose to ignore it and start typing on your keyboard.

good morning my ggukie!!

r u free today?? kinda wanna hang out with you >o<

delivered | 9:01 am

since you didn’t establish any kind of plan that you’ll be doing today, you’re thinking of inviting him over. you have lots of things to show him, things you purchased when you went shopping with your best friend who also happens to lives next door, Yun-jin

speaking of her before you even forget, you have to call and ask her how her night went from clubbing last night. she initially invited and forced you to go. but your thousands of homeworks and seventy other things on your checklist didn’t permit you to go. partying is always fun, especially with her, but you have to stay focused on your priorities.

you find her inbox off your message app, the first thing you saw was her latest message from this morning

im aliveeeeeeebwwkwwjhskw

sent at 3:33 am

it made you chuckle lightly. she’s completely wasted. there’s no point of calling her as she’s probably still down. so, you decided to pull up to her apartment, bring a few painkillers with you. you’ll bet seven grand that her hangover is going to be so bad.

opening the door using the key she gave you, you spot her laying on the cream and fluffy rug in her cozy white themed living room. you quickly make your way towards her.

“yunny wake up” you said, gently rubbing her back. “i brought you some painkillers, take them quickly” handling her a couple of pain relievers.

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you’re currently searching for breakfast in her mini fridge, something yun-jin can eat so she’ll feel better. your poor friend is a complete mess as she lazily walks toward the counter in front of you.

“last night was so fun, you should’ve come,” she murmurs, hopping on the bar stool as she watches you cook her breakfast. “Jaeyun won’t stop asking me about you.”

oh you almost forget about him. Jaeyun is Yun-jin’s childhood friend who has a huge interest in you. well that’s what Yun-jin has told you, but you swore to her that you won’t tell him that you know. back in your senior year of high school, you mostly have the same classes as him. oftentimes you two hang out and study together in a local cafe. you enjoy his company a lot, but only as friends. just when you and Jungkook started talking, your friendship with Jaeyun unintentionally grew apart. you lowkey miss hanging out with him. anyways, you take a mental note to check up on him later.

yun-jin tells you more about what you’ve missed. most of them are about the hot guys that she encountered in the night club. that’s not new to you because she’s always out there looking out for hotties.

“oh i forgot to tell you, you remember Blythe? she’s wildin’ last night too” of course, how could you forget about the girl who spreads malicious rumors about you? you genuinely don’t know what’s up with her as she constantly talks shit about you though you never know her personally. to you, she’s just a friend of a friend and some type of hater. indeed, it’s a one- sided beef. she is also known for making out with multiple guys and god knows what at every party she’s in.

“my god, who was her target last night??” you interestedly asked. you and yun-jin have a silly habit of keeping track of her targets. you two soon discover that she goes for the basketball players and athletic guys in general.

“I don't think we’ve seen the guy in a club before but I’ve heard he does underground boxing.” she said as her eyes glanced to her left, trying to recollect her memory. Jungkook might be familiar with the mysterious man. he could be either in his circle or one of his opponents.

you just hum, you expected she’ll go for another basketball player. you guess she’s trying something new.

“but girl, let me tell you. the boxer guy looked so drunk and she was dry humping on him like a damn get a fucking room bro” she adds more details on the tea, while pretending to cry as she covers her eyes.

“wait was the guy totally intoxicated ?” you ask as cracking the eggs on the hot pan.

“No, he was still responding back to her, running his hands around her body and stuff.” you’re glad you didn’t see that yourself, or else you’ll cringe. your friend giving you a summary of how the night went is enough. still, it’s entertaining. for a while.

“let me see if she posted something on her IG” yun-jin utters, pulling out her phone from her pocket.

she taps on her screen multiple times, and finally she finds a story that the girl posted. “look, she posted this”

and with that, yun-jin faces the phone your way. you take a glance on her screen, showing you a low exposure photo of the girl sitting on the uknown guy’s lap. her face is showing while his face wasn't captured. the blurry image seems normal. until your eyes examine the familiar tatted arm that’s wrapped around the girl’s torso. you swear you’ve seen those tattoos before. it takes you a while to recognize the ink into the deep layer of their skin.

then it hits you— those not-so-foreign tattoos belong to jungkook, your jungkook.

oh. your heart suddenly drops.

your eyes lock with the phone screen surface longer than the usual, by which makes your friend frown.

“hey, what’s wrong?” Yun-jin concernedly ask

maybe that’s why he hasn’t texted you yet. maybe he slept wit—

“y/n? you ok?” your friend calls for you again, interrupting your thoughts, though they didn’t fully vanish.

shifting your eyes to her, you blink rapidly “yeah, i’m completely ok,” swallowing your lies away. you can feel your eyes watering, and you don't want your friend to see you break down.

after cooking her breakfast, you decided to head back. “I forgot that I have something to do, I’ll go now” you rapidly put your shoes on

‘she’s not eating this breakfast with me?’ Yun-jin thinks as she watches you leave her apartment.

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As soon as you get back to your apartment, you walk towards your bedroom. immediately, you throw yourself on the bed.

“I’m so stupid” you groan as you kick the baby pink multi layer bedsheets on your bed.

and once again, you can’t explain this bothersome feeling. anger? feeling betrayed? jealousy? sadness? all of the above?

you can’t understand. no, you’re trying to understand in the midst of confusion.

you really like him, you really do. and he says he likes you too. he even confessed his feelings to you first! since then, it was safe to assume that you two will establish a label soon. you were so sure of it, until now.

how.. how come he’s with another woman?

the more you think about, the more you feel the sting in your heart. the unpleasant emotion is spreading inside your system, it’s urging you to throw up. you find yourself removing dead skin out of your cuticle using your thumbnail, a habit which you only do to relieve anxiety.

you have so many questions that need to be answered. were the feelings he felt about you real? or was he just playing you? or did he just forget that you exist in his life last night? or did he just lose interest in you? these questions bring out your inner conflicts. so many questions you’re afraid to know the real answers of.

just before the skin next to your cuticle bleeds, your focus shifts to the triple loud ping coming from your phone. Of course, those messages belong to the one person who you least likely want to face right now.

morning pretty

sorry just woke up, having a severe hangover rn

still down to hang out? I can pull up a little later

sent at 11:59 am

his text confirms your suspicion, proving that he was drinking heavily last night. you can’t stand seeing him today. you will just cancel your initial plan and make up some lame excuse.

nvm, we can just hang out another time.

no, erase that. you’ll avoid him from now on, there won’t be another time!

nvm, I feel sick. please don’t come over.

seen at 12:00 pm

my poor baby, i’ll take care of u

sent | 12:01 pm

no need, thanks tho

delivered | 12:01 pm

not being in the mood to keep talking to him, you send the last message before putting your phone on ‘do not disturb’ mode. leaving jungkook’s messages unseen

considering that your day has been ruined, you choose to shut down the world and take a long nap.

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on the other hand, jungkook definitely notices how cold you turned out to be. maybe it's the time of the month for you. thus, today his mission is to grab things you typically crave for: brown sugar milk tea, some sweet pastries from your favorite bakery shop, and finally, the icing to add on top, a bouquet of white roses.

jungkook usually pampers you with a bunch of food and affection. that’s why he pays attention and takes mental notes (or even notes on his phone) of tiny details about you. it satisfies him to see you all spoiled.

that’s the reason why he jumps out of his messy bed and initiates to get ready. starting off his usual morning routine by taking a cold shower. not much time after, he applies his skincare.

Jungkook hears loud chatters of two men talking from his living room as he walks out of his bedroom. he opens the door and perceives his hyungs chilling by his couch.

“yah jungkook, that chick you brought from last night was way out of control” Jimin complains as soon as jungkook enters the living room.

“yeah kook, kicking her out at 3 in the morning wasn’t a good idea. she’s loud as hell and I had to deal with one of your neighbors' complaints again” Taehyung, who was their designated driver, added annoyingly.

“whose chick?” jungkook confusedly asks.

“yours” both of his hyungs exclaim in unison, which the youngest responds with a shrug.

to be honest, Jungkook doesn’t remember shit from last night. he can recollect some memories, but not a whole bunch. drinks. yes, he drank a lot. there was this girl he randomly made out with, however he can’t remember her name or what she looks like. not that she’s relevant to him anyways.

jungkook chooses to not care about the insignificance, he could spend his time better than that. and by the word better, he spends time thinking about you.

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the constant sound from your doorbell that’s been ringing for who-knows-how-long wakes you up from your wonderful nap.

you gently rubbing your eyes, then you tap the screen of your cellular to see the time; 3:59 pm.

shit, how long were you out for? no idea. you look at your window and see the raindrops rolling down the glass. it was just sunny before you drifted to sleep a few hours ago.

down below to your screen, you notice jungkook messages and a few missed calls from earlier and just now.

7 missed calls from 🐰

55 mins ago

I’ll stay for the night so I can take care of you

delivered | 12:03 pm

just grabbing few things for my baby and I’ll be there soon.

delivered | 12:30 pm

it’s raining heavily and now I’m stuck in traffic

delivered | 1:01 pm

I’m here!

delivered | 1:44 pm

baby? are you home? I'm here

delivered | 1:51 pm

don’t know where u at but I’ll be here waiting at your front door :(

delivered | 1:56 pm

after reading his texts, you rush to the door. there’s no way that man will wait for those hours outside your front doo-

indeed, he’s in front of your door, waiting for you to open up to him as he’s sitting on the ground. besides him, a couple of light brown paper bags, his backpack, and a bouquet of flowers are also laying on the cold cement.

“hi my pretty!” he cheerfully greeted you, rushing to get up from the ground. jungkook walks up to you with a smile full of relief and happiness as if he wasn’t wasting his time for two hours waiting for you right there.

you attempt to avoid his gaze, your eyes examine his black long sleeve that really fits him nice and is damp.

“come in, you should change your clothes.” you mutter coldy

it’s inevitable to not be concerned that he got wet from the rain. Even if you don’t wanna let him in, it will guilt you if he gets ill.

jungkook does what he was told, gathering all the stuff he brings with him and steps into your flat. he feels the strange coldness as soon as he lands his eyes on yours. something isn’t right. something is wrong with you.

He settles his things by your couch and changes into a new oversized t-shirt in front of you. after changing, he reaches for the paper bags to show you the things he got.

“look baby, I got you your favorite drink, some pastries, i know how much you lov-”

“thank you, but you shouldn’t have. I told you to not come” your stern voice cuts him off before he finishes his sentence. you’re trying to keep your cool. your tone is full of nothing but seriousness. not a hint of sweetness in them, which makes jungkook tilt his head on the side, confused by your odd attitude.

“but baby, I just wanted to be here to take care of you.” he insists. by all means, he won’t listen to what you say.

“I hate when you do this” you sigh

“did i do something wrong? are you mad at me?” he attempts to reach you, but you’re too quick to avoid his touch. “tell me what’s wrong baby, please” Jungkook added once more. he doesn’t understand why you avoid him.

“do you treat your other girls like this too?” you ask, eyes shooting lasers at his. an anger rushes through you as the thoughts of him spoiling girls other than you.

“my pretty, what are you talking about?” Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, looking down closely to you. where are you getting these notions from?

“my friend saw you last night”

it took him a couple seconds to remember

“listen to me baby, whoever I was with, she meant nothing” Jungkook defends himself quickly, reaching for your hand, trying to reassure you that she’s insignificant.

it’s not working.

“I just wish you could’ve told me we weren’t exclusive.” you said wipe a tear from your upper cheek before it could roll down further.

“or maybe I was just dumb to assume we were since you initially told me you liked me, I'm sorry, I don’t really know how this whole thing works” you dryly chuckle, honestly admitting to him that you’ve never been in this type of complicated situation before. now you feel like a fool, getting mad at him for something you can’t hold against him.

jungkook shakes his head, reaching for you one more time, placing his gentle on the side of your face, caressing it. you did nothing as you stood still.

“no, i’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. I do like you. I still do and that won’t change. I was just so drunk last night and could barely remember what happened. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

but somewhere deep down is telling you that he’s only sorry because he got caught.

“you’re free to do whatever you want, Jungkook. I don’t think we’re on the same page so it will be best if we don’t see each other anymore” you articulate as best as you could.

you don’t want to let him go, due to the fact that you’re growing so much feelings towards him. it’s almost as if you’re enamored. but that’s also the same reason why you must let him go. you must, or you’ll get hurt deeper.

“y/n, please don’t say that”

“No, you know how much I like you. you know how much I value you. yet in return, I feel like I’m just a plaything to you that you can play with whenever you want.”

“that’s not true baby, you know that” Jungkook protests, shaking his head. the main problem is you don't. you absolutely have no idea of his motives for pursuing you. is he doing it because he's falling for you too? or he's just playing one of those games. those dangerous games you won't involve yourself with.

he’s looking for words to proves you that his feelings were genuine, but fails to. maybe because he never knows how to show his real feelings. or maybe he was never genuine to start with.

"I'm not one of your playthings. so just— ” you pause, shifting your eyes on the ground. “go away"

Jungkook locks his gaze to you, hoping you will look back at him and take back what you said. but he can read you face and make it seem like he’s not welcome there anymore.

without any words, he leaves, leaving you accompanied with melancholy.

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bambikisss · 1 year

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Kiss me thru the phone: S.Coups

Pairing: Staff!Reader x Idol!SeungCheol

Summary: With how busy Seung Cheol is with the tour, it doesn't give him enough time to sneak off with his favorite stylist. So, he tries to make the best of it leading up to his one day off with you in Paris.

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it, people), Phone sex, descriptions of mutual masturbation, semi-public sex, biting, mentions of past recordings of sex, slight spit, use of nicknames (baby, princess, love),

Song recommendation: Kiss Me Thru the Phone by Soulja Boy, BTBT by B.I, Devita

Kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone) See you when I get home

A/N: According to the poll, S.Coups won, so he is next! Let me know in the comments which smut do you think I favored lol. Also yes, your best friend/Stylist partner is named Cherry, I thought it was cute lol.

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Cherry: All stylists please report to standby

You sighed at the message before jogging to standby, watching as the other stylists got ready for the quick change that was about to happen. As much as you loved tours and the energy everyone had at concerts, it always heightened your anxiety.

"Here they come, everyone! 2 minutes!"

The boys quickly ran down the steps to their assigned stylists, breathing heavily as the last song was one with high energy. You quickly handed the passing boys water before handing one to Seungcheol, who was assigned to you and Cherry. He thanked you as you patted his face, working on fixing his makeup and hair while Cherry helped him change into his new set of clothes.

As you leaned closer to his face to fix his hair, he glanced over at you, shooting you a sly wink before stepping back to put on his new shoes. You had to look away so no one could see your smile, returning to face him with a focused face. Seungcheol often shot you secret winks whenever he could, wanting no one else to see them besides you as they were only for you, his girlfriend.

That's right, you were in a secret relationship with Seungcheol, A.K.A S.Coups of Seventeen.

You at first rejected the idea of dating the leader; your company wasn't fond of the idea of staff dating their idols and whenever it did happen, the staff were always harshly punished, as the company believed that they were "purposely distracting the idol from the duties." You found the whole thing bullshit- they couldn't control who fell in love.

But, after being around him for almost 3 years, you both began to fall and fall fast. You tried to change to a different member to avoid your feelings, but that only made him jealous and drove him to drive to your house in the middle of the night and confess to you. That was a year ago, and now you both were exchanging secret smiles and touches whenever you could.

"Please try to avoid getting wet, Cheol. I ran out of water proof foundation." You finished fixing his hair as he fixed the buttons on his black jacket, pausing when he tilted his head back to meet your eyes with a small smirk and a glint in his eyes. "But it'll give me more of a reason to sneak back here and see you." He left before you could respond, calling for his members to head to the lift. You couldn't help but roll your eyes before placing your items back into your holster, sitting back down on some boxes to try and enjoy the rest of the show.

"You know he's not going to listen to you, right?" You nodded at Cherry, crossing your arms as the next song started. He never listened to you, taking every opportunity he could within reason to see you. It sometimes both aggravated you and warmed your heart.

The rest of the show went off without a hitch, allowing you to now relax as the last song came on. You snuck off to your dressing room to start packing up your things, wanting nothing more than to head back to your hotel room early and sleep. "Running away?" You paused as Seungcheol snuck into your room, a smile on his face as he carefully locked the door. You raised your eyebrow as he carefully wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, humming about how much he missed you. You gently pressed your hands against his chest so you could look up at him, meeting his face with a small pout, which he kissed.

"Didn't I tell you to not get wet? I can tell you did," he chuckled as your hand gently cupped his face, leaning into your touch as he gently apologized. "Mingyu and WonWoo were actively trying to, despite my words."

"I'll make sure to give them a harsh scolding when I see them next, then." He nodded before leaning down to kiss you, obviously more concerned with kissing you than listening to how you planned on disciplining his members. If anything, he would take care of that for you, but, that wasn't important right now. He gently bit your bottom lip as he walked the two of you backward, stopping when your legs hit the counter, his hands then moving to place you onto the counter. He hummed against your lips as your hands moved underneath his shirt, smiling softly against his lips at the feelings of his warm chest and abs. No matter how many times you were intimate with him, you could never get over the feeling of him; whether in you or just like this.

"Cheol, no marks- remember where we are, baby," you sighed as his lips moved to your neck, pressing kisses to the open skin as his hands moved under your own shirt, moaning at the feeling of your skin. "I know, baby, I won't leave anything anywhere anyone else could see it." His tongue moved out to touch your neck, licking a stripe up to your jaw before biting it, leaving a faint mark. You closed your eyes as he tugged up your shirt, tossing it onto the floor as his fingers moved to unclip your bra as his lips met yours in a heated kiss.

"You look so pretty, baby, whimpering and whispering my name like a good girl." you nodded at his words, opening your eyes to meet him when he let out a soft chuckle. "I feel like you aren't paying attention to me, baby. I could say anything to you while you feel good and you'd just agree with me," he snickered, tossing your bra onto the floor as his face dipped down to leave marks along your chest, his lips leaving plush kisses against your skin. "No, I would n- fuck."

Your words were left into thin air as one of his thighs made contact with your covered pussy, giving you some sort of friction while his lips wrapped around your nipple, busying himself with your body while your hips moved to grind against the thigh. Your hands moved to grip your shoulders as you let out soft moans, licking your lips as he switched breasts, looking up at you with a small smirk at your ministrations. He couldn't help but moan when you dug your nails into his shoulder, trying to hold onto him tightly so you could earn more friction. If there's anything you do that drives him crazy, digging your nails into him is one of them.

He chuckled as your movements grew frantic, his voice now deep as he leaned over close to your ear, praising you as you felt your knot begin to tighten. His hands gripped your hips as you moved faster, his eyes now glued to your moving breasts. It felt like he was in complete heaven, wanting nothing more than to push you to the point of complete pleasure. "Come on, Y/N baby, give it to me, that's it." He pulled his lips from you as he watched your face contort into complete pleasure, watching as you began to shake along his thighs, a settle wet spot coming into view from the thin fabric of your shorts. Seungcheol cursed softly as you rested your head against the cold mirror, enjoying the buzz that was filling your head, only coming back to when he began to carefully dress you. When you looked down to notice the tent in his pants, you asked him about it, he only chuckled and shook his head, making you pout. "Do you hear everyone rushing around out there, Y/N? I don't think I'll be able to keep us both quiet while I-"

"Ok, Ok, I get it." You carefully got off the counter as he laughed, wrapping his arms back around you to press a kiss to your head, just like he did when he first came in the room. He definitely wanted nothing more than to have you coming over and over again on his cock, but with the mass number of staff running around and with how loud you both tend to get, he couldn't risk it- heck, he was risking it being in your dressing room this long. The last thing he wanted was rumors to start and for the company to come after you.

You must've had the same thoughts as him as you pulled back from his warm embrace, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips before gently telling him that he had to go. He sighed before nodding, a slight pout on his lips as he made his way to the door, turning back around to shoot you a quick wink and a kiss before slipping into the empty hallway, leaving you alone in your dressing room with the only reminder of him being your soaked underwear and shorts.

You made sure to check your appearance and make sure that you look sensible before joining everyone near the cars, your yearning for sleep once again returning.

~_______

"Yes, yes, I'll be awake in time for the meeting, don't worry Cherry. Sleep well, talk to you afterwards."

You rubbed your eyes as you placed your phone down onto the nightstand, sighing as your body relaxed into the cloud like mattress. The company would sometimes hold separate meetings for each individual member with their specific team if they had an event coming up, which was the case for you and Seungcheol tomorrow; and while you loved Cherry with all of your heart, you were still a bit upset that she was going to make you go into the meeting as the only sole stylist. While you had been in your position for a very long time, there was something about meeting with everyone, including Seungcheol that made you especially nervous. Now with the added secret of your relationship, you knew you'd be a bundle of nerves, so you needed to get lots of rest.

As you turned over to turn off your lamp, you noticed your phone buzzing, showing tomorrow's man of the hour calling you.

"Yes, Cheol?" You returned your head back to your pillow as you listened to the subtle sound of his sheets rustling, his voice soft as he asked you how you were doing. You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as you glanced at the clock, noting how late it was, even for him.

"You care about how I'm doing at midnight?" your coy laced voice made him bite his lip, shuffling once more in his silk hotel bed sheets before he cleared his throat. He knew he was caught. "I just wanted to know how you were before I asked for a favor, that's all."

At your silence, he took it as a sign to let you know what said favor was. "I miss you, Y/N."

"I miss you too-" your words paused in your throat at the subtle moan that slipped through his lips, moving straight to your core, the familiar sound making you cross your legs. While your body reacted, your mind immediately put two and two together, asking him if he was serious. "I thought I could take care of it when I got back to my hotel room or it would just go away but," he hissed as his thumb moved along his now leaking tip, collecting his precum to use as lube as he continued to move his hand along his length. "I need you, Y/N. Can you come to my room, even just for a little bit?"

You bit your lip as you sat up, weighing your options as your listened to his moans, wishing you were there to actually hear them in person. Your body almost leaped out of bed to rush to his room, but your mind cleared up before you could. Your coworkers were spread out all over the hotel, so it would be a problem if they caught you sneaking out to head to a different room at this hour, especially Seungcheol's. "I can't, Cheol, it's too risky."

"Fuck, then talk to me like this, Babygirl. Talk to me while I fucking jerk off to the thought of your body." You rested your body once again back against the bed as one of your hands immediately moved to slip into your underwear, a soft mewl coming from you as you felt how wet you were. At your moan, he couldn't help but release his own, his hand picking up speed. "Tell me how wet it is, baby. Tell me how much that pretty pussy is soaking at the sound of me getting off right now."

"It's so wet for you, Cheol, fuck," you let your eyes roll back as you pushed a finger into you, clenching around the muscle as you began to pump your finger the same pace as him; imagining him standing over you shirtless, his fingers pumping into you, stretching you out before you got to have his cock. One of his rules was that he would always prep you for him, not wanting to hurt you with his size.

"Add another finger for me, Y/N. Keep imagining me being there, stretching that pretty pussy out, getting you ready to take my cock nice and deep." His voice had become much deeper as he approached his orgasm, tossing his head back as sweat began to build up as his hand sped up, moaning along with you as you whimpered his name. Seungcheol didn't care if his members heard him moaning next door, too focused on both of your approaching orgasm to care. His hand gripped his cock harder as your voice cracked, letting him know that you were about to cum, pumping himself faster to meet you. "Add just one more finger in there baby, curl it nice and good- I'm almost there, princess."

You did as instructed, your body arching as you came while you whimpered his name into the phone. He moved his hand faster at your whimpers before his own come coated his chest, his lips stifling his loud groan that wanted to escape due to the pleasure. He continued to pump himself until he was sure he was done, sighing before he thanked you, sitting up to grab his tissue to wipe off the mess. You did the same, cleaning yourself before returning to your bed.

"Are you going to the meeting tomorrow? It's apparently a big surprise," he asked, pouring himself a cup of water before sitting back down onto his bed. You nodded, explaining to him Cherry's situation. "Well, I don't mind being alone with you, of course. As long as I get to work with the prettiest stylist, then I'm alright." You could already imagine the smirk on his face, a small groan leaving your lips at his laugh. "Just remember that you'll have to keep all that flirty energy to yourself tomorrow."

He agreed as he took a sip of his water, noticing a text from his members complaining about hearing him jerk off. He chuckled before letting you know he had to go deal with his members, wishing you a goodnight before hanging up. You took a second to once again check the time before placing your phone back onto the stand, sighing as the cold sheets wrapped your body, slowly helping you fall asleep.

Tomorrow's meeting shouldn't be that bad.

~_____

"I need you to prepare about 50 outfits for a photoshoot in Paris by tonight. You fly out with Seungcheol tomorrow morning, so be prepared."

You couldn't help but freeze in your seat at the demand, your pen falling from your hand to hit your tablet. You had never heard of a single stylist being assigned such a large number of outfits with such little time before. You had to hold back your words as the manager continued on with the meeting, not even shooting you a second glance to make sure you were okay with the assignment. Your hand trembled from your growing annoyance as you picked up your pen, biting the inside of your cheek as a thick folder was slid over to you, labeling all of the concepts that were to be done throughout the photoshoot.

Before you could ask for clarification on one of the concepts, the manager cut you off as he asked certain team members to follow him for a different meeting, leaving you alone in the large meeting room he had rented with a flimsy folder and a bunch of random pictures. Your mind hadn't even registered the fact that you were traveling with Seungcheol, giving you a chance to finally be alone with him; your mind was more concerned with how you were going to piece together so many outfits with such little time. As you went through your day, you barely had enough time to check your phone, which Seungcheol understood. He did slip you half of his sandwich to scarf down while doing a fitting, but other than that, he hadn't seen you much. He tried to hide how worried he was about you, even becoming a bit snippy with his manager due to giving you such a large load of work, stressing you out. He also did ask WonWoo to try and convince Cherry to offer you some help, but she refused as he had her own assignment to worry about. It made him feel helpless; watching you rush around late into the night to prepare many clothes for him with no help.

Even at the airport, he watched as you lugged around the different suitcases, rushing over to help you when one of the paparazzi knocked one over. He shot you a gentle smile from underneath his mask before taking another suitcase from you, walking with you to baggage claim before boarding.

Once you did get to your seat, you sent him a thank you text, smiling as he sent you a selfie with the message "anything for you, baby. See you in Paris for a night you won't forget 😉"

You smiled at his text before falling asleep, knowing you needed to rest up before the rush that was to come.

The company had planned a large photoshoot around Paris as a specialty for Seungcheol's season's greetings package, which explain why you needed so many different clothes; there were cafe looks, regular boyfriend looks, etc. He looked good in anything you put him in, which you and the team were happy about. With every time you came over to fix his outfit, he would whisper something flirty or sweet, making sure no one was around when he did so. While other team members thought you were both were being friendly, you were retorting every flirty thing he would say. When you weren't fixing his outfit and gently hyping him up, you were enjoying the sights as you hadn't been to Paris. It made you smile, honestly- being in the city of love with the man you loved.

It almost felt perfect.

Once the shoot was over, you all went out for dinner, celebrating the successful shoot and looking over the pictures taken over food and drinks. After dinner, you went to the hotel you and the staff were all staying in, being the last one to check in.

"Ah, there is no room reserved for you, ma'am,' You raised an eyebrow at her words, asking the receptionist to check again before sighing when nothing came up. You could've sworn you made a reservation, but you guessed not. While you paced the lobby trying to figure out where you were going to sleep tonight, you also vented to Cherry.

Cherry 🍒: Okay, I got you a room :) Room 173-C, top floor, penthouse too! You can thank me later.

You sighed out of relief, taking your bags up to the elevator to the floor. You pressed your phone against the door to unlock it before walking in, pausing when you saw the room: it was decorated with roses and random gifts, a sweet scent filling your senses due to the many boxes of chocolate that was stacked along a gorgeous wine bottle. You thought you had entered the wrong room, about to turn around and leave when you saw Seungcheol come into view. His freshly done blonde hair was blown out and styled perfectly, his grey shirt tight against his body to show off his body while he also sported dark grey sweatpants. Even though he wore such a simple outfit, you could feel some heat rush through your body at the sight of him. He removed his hands from his sweatpants before he held out his arms, as if inviting you into his embrace. You took one more second to memorize how he looked before taking a few strides to meet him in a rough kiss, making him moan softly. The kiss was needy and loud as his hands moved around your body, obviously showing how much he missed you through his grabs and caresses.

"Hop baby," he gripped your thighs as you jumped into his arms, gripping at the tight shirt as he moved you both over to the bed, dropping your body down onto the bed as you bounced. His lips only moved from yours when you began to move up the large bed, kicking off you shoes as he sat at the edge of the bed, his eyes darkening. "You have no idea how much I missed this, baby, seeing you up on my bed, ready to take whatever I give you," he paused to reach behind him and take off his shirt, tossing it away to expose his body to you. It was obvious to you that he had been working out more often; his biceps were bigger and obviously stronger, making you wonder if he could really break you in half or throw you around.

He moved to his hands and knees before he began to carefully stalk up the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he moved to hover over you. "Have I mentioned how much I love you, Y/N?" You couldn't help but giggle at his sudden love confession, rising your hips as he pulled down your bottoms and underwear. At your giggle his hands moved to pin open your legs, slowly using them as leverage he began to move into what looked like plank position before resting his stomach against the bed, giving you a great view of his back muscles while he moved your legs to wrap around his head.

"Do you remember the last time I had you like this, baby? Had a camera out recording the two of us, just like this- me about to taste this sweet pussy while you were-"

"Seungcheol please," your whines were enough for him give you a subtle lick, silencing your needy cry with a bit of pleasure, but not enough for you. "Am I talking too much, baby?" He asked, his hands moving to rub your thighs before placing a kiss onto them, a small smirk on his lips as you begged again, this time a bit louder, complaining softly about how much he was talking. "Maybe you should pull my hair baby, keep my mouth busy." You did so, gripping the blonde locks to pull him closer to you, moaning softly at the feeling. "Harder, baby." You couldn't help but gently shake at Seungcheol's commanding voice, pulling on his hair harder so he was fully pressed against your wet pussy, just like he wanted.

You couldn't help but grind against his face, moaning whenever his own moans provided vibrations against you. You squeezed your legs around his head, his blonde hair peeking out from your tightly closed thighs as he continued to eat you out, moaning praises into you while you did so.

After one louder moans of his name, he ripped himself away to press his lips against yours, successfully silencing you while his fingers moved to carefully take off your shirt. "As much as I love hearing you say my name so sweetly baby, most of the staff is below or on this floor and I would hate if they heard us and ruined our fun, right baby?" You nodded as the last fabric left your skin, returning your lips to his while he removed his bottoms. You bit his bottom lip as one of your hands moved around his cock, pumping it a few times as he gently moaned into your mouth before he moved you to lay down on your stomach, rubbing his cock along your wet folds, lubing himself up. He slowly pushed into you as your hands gripped the sheets, moaning into a nearby pillow while he filled you up, your body embracing every edge and ridge of his cock as he bottomed you out.

He gave you a few moments to calm down before rested his hands on either side of the pillow you were using, gently moving his hips side to side to ensure you were perfect for him. There was something about having you on your stomach, his hips flush against your ass, you ready for him to have as much of you as he wanted, especially in Pairs, somehow made him slightly sentimental. "Tell me you love me."

"What- Oh fuck," You gripped the sheets once more as his hips began to move harshly, snapping against the flesh of your ass as your face returned to the pillow, only for one of his hands to gently cup your face, making you look up at him while he continued to fuck you roughly. '' You heard me, baby. I know it feels so good, but I gave you a command: tell me you love me while I blow your back out so fucking well." You tried to form sentences while he moved, your brain going fuzzy as he moved faster, not giving you any opportunity to try and answer is question. That's how he wanted you, though: only focused on his dick and how good it feels, not anything else or anyone else.

"That's it, baby, fuck me back. Arch your back while I fuck you from behind," he leaned down to bite your shoulder while you did so chuckling when you began to whine about being close to coming. "You're close? Good. Cum for me, Y/N. Oh my god, give it to me" Seungcheol moved his hips faster as you came, biting his lip as some of your cum began to coat the outside of his thighs. He only slowed down as you began to shake, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your skin before pulling back, the hand that was holding your jaw now moved carefully and slowly down your spine, smirking as goosebumps erupted in your skin. "You know what, baby? That was just. Not. Hard enough for me." his thrusts added emphasis to his words, his hand now roughly gripping at the flesh of your ass as he returns to his rough pace, leaning down to press his face against yours so you could kiss him messily, your hips now meeting his while a whole new wave of pleasure ripped through you, now coating both of your thighs.

He gently praised you as you continued to move back against him, his other hand moving from the pillow to move the hair from your face, moving to gently cup your jaw to force it open before he gently spat into your mouth, letting your head drop back to the pillow before he ran a hand through his hair, giving you a moment to calm down before he began to move his hips, gently pushing the upper half of your body down into the bed while he continued to move his hips, biting his own lip as he held back, contemplating something for a moment before he leaned down to press another kiss to your skin, his hips picking up the pace once you began to mewl into the sheets. "That's its Princess, louder. Get louder for me while you're so lost in these goddam sheets."

"But what about-"

"Obviously I haven't done a good enough job if you're still out here thinking about other people instead of me, right now. Guess I'll have to fix that." He flipped you over so you were on your back, your legs wrapped around his waist while he leaned down to kiss you, his free hand moving to cup your jaw once more so you were looking right at him while his hips picked back up their rough and fast pace, Seungcheol meeting your eyes as he felt himself begin to lose himself within the pleasure. "Cum for me, Angel, come on. I don't give a fuck who hears, come on baby. Cum nice and hard for me, yes." His words were rushed as you screamed his name, Seungcheol doing the same as his hips stuttered against yours, filling you up as you dug your nails into his biceps.

His eyes gently rolled back as he came, a mix of a growl and a moan leaving his lips as he fell forward to rest on your body, his head in your neck while you both held each other, relishing in the afterglow.

After a bit, Seungcheol moved off you, carefully moving to run you a bath before returning, placing you into the beautiful marble that was filled with roses, bubbles, and hot water. You rested your head against the side as he joined you, carefully washing your body before getting you dressed in one of his shirts, laying you down in the large bed while he cleaned up, letting you drift to sleep calmly.

You woke up the next morning to your boyfriend at one of the tables eating breakfast, scrolling through his phone with nothing but a pair of boxers on. When he noticed you were awake, he looked up, offering you a smile before taking him and his plate of food to the bed, sitting down next to you. While you munched on one of the slices of toast he had, he only took a simple sip of his coffee before simply saying "I have a meeting with my manager and higher management about our relationship."

You couldn't help but cough at his sudden confession, asking what he meant. To just randomly schedule a meeting with higher management was already crazy, but to have it about your relationship felt insane to you. Seungcheol took a moment to laugh before placing the food onto the nightstand, then turning to you with a confident smile; the same confident smile you fell in love with. "I honestly doubt that he didn't hear us last night, and from the look he gave me this morning when I was getting breakfast, he probably was already planning on telling them, so there's no reason to wait any longer." At your slight scared reaction, he leaned over to kiss you, easing any of your nerves. "I'll make sure nothing happens to you, I promise. Plus, wouldn't it be nice to no longer have to kiss through the phone?"

Yes, it would be.

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butvega · 8 months

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vega pode escrever como vc acha que é o jk namoradinho… ele tem cara de ser taoo dengoso 😫

💓 anon, obrigada por isso! era só um empurrãozinho pra eu fazer o jk como namorado, afinal, ele já é meu namorado. (desculpa, markie)

jeon jungkook maps.

sim, ele é o namorado mais manhoso que existe. gosta de abraços, cafuné, beijinhos, contato físico o tempo INTEIRO.

ama que você mexa no cabelo dele, quase ronrona que nem um gatinho com o carinho.

gosta de elogios, tanto fora, quanto dentro do quarto.

ama tomar banho junto com você, quase sempre rola sexo, mas ele gosta mais por conta da intimidade mesmo.

cozinha pra você quase sempre, e se for por ele, dá até comida na sua boca.

é meio viciado em trabalho, mas quando o assunto é você, ele deixa o trabalho de lado.

fica todo bobo e envergonhado quando você o chama de "ggukie", "ggu", ou "jungkookie".

seria do tipo que te chama de jagiya.

divide as tarefas de casa com você, uma vez que adora limpeza.

tá sempre bastante cheiroso: corpo, cabelo, rostinho, roupas.

quase não tem pêlos no corpo.

do tipo que se você estiver tomando banho, entra no banheiro, e faz xixi sem nem ligar pra você ali.

tem meio que uma tara pela sua bunda, adora apertar e bater.

quando ele acorda, fica meio devagar, demora até raciocinar, e só quer saber de ficar agarradinho com você, até acordar de verdade.

volta e meia tem ataque de rinite, e fica enjoadinho.

você acha lindo quando ele usa óculos pela casa.

MUITO adepto ao sexo.

fica todo vermelho quando você o chama de coelhinho, mas gosta.

tem o hábito de fumar pós sexo; fica vermelhinho, a testa suada com os fios da franja molhados, fumando um pra descansar.

malha bastante.

vive andando sem camisa pela casa, só de samba canção.

não curte dormir de conchinha, gosta mais que você durma com a cabeça no peito dele, que ele pode te abraçar.

come DEMAIS.

já chorou várias vezes quando vocês brigaram, mas não gosta de falar sobre.

enfim, jeon jungkook é minha meta de homem infelizmente

#bts #bts pt br #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook pt br #jungkook pt br #jungkook

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theharrowing · 3 months

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Collateral 🗡️ POV: Jungkook

Jungkook has to take care of a few things, and he makes a mess.

Or, the one with Jungkook, a cocktail of drugs, a bandolier of kunai knives, and 15 dead men.

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❗ THIS IS A CHARACTER POV CHAPTER!!!

if you do not wish to perceive any POV that is not the main character, please feel free to skip this one!

🗡️Jungkook x a male stranger, Jungkook x Taehyung

🗡️ word count: 8.5k

🗡️ mafia au, complicated relationships, graphic violence, major character injury, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit, 21+

🗡️ warnings: discussion of drug use and manufacturing (mdma/ecstasy, methamphetamines, amphetamines); mention of homeless people being thought of as disposable; actual drug use (weed, cocaine, ecstasy laced with meth, all while drinking whiskey); use of molotov cocktail as a weapon; hand-to-hand combat; graphic knife violence & broken glass used as a weapon; killing 15 men; getting stabbed but not too badly; plenty of my annoying sense of humor.

🗡️ note: hello! welcome to the character pov chapters! these used to be locked behind a paywall but tbh i don't feel good asking people for money, so i am setting them free (cue Jimin.) this chapter is possibly my favorite written chapter for all of Collateral, and it is gory as all hell. i hope you love it!!!

🗡️ early draft beta read by @blog-name-idk - but it has undergone some pretty big non-beta'd edits

🗡️ posted feb. 2024 - originally sept. 2022 | read on ao3

The sounds of Jeongguk grunting while his fists repeatedly hit his punching bag are all that can be heard in his spacious home. So when Jeongguk glances up to find this morning's hookup standing against the frame of the hallway entrance in light blue boxer shorts, he startles, and, in a flash, pulls his gun from the holster around his hips.

The man jumps and throws his hands in the air while Jeongguk sighs and shakes his head, recalling who he is. He reaches back and slides the barrel of his weapon into place at the small of his back.

"Why are you still here?" Jeongguk asks, returning to punching the red sand-filled bag that hangs from the ceiling of his mostly empty living room.

Sweat runs down Jeongguk's face and neck, sticking his hair to his forehead. He wears his hip holster, a pair of black basketball shorts, and nothing else. With each strike of his bare skin against the bag, his knuckles sting.

"That's no way to speak to the guy who sucked your soul through your dick this morning," the man teases, and Jeongguk grimaces as he looks at the man, who grins.

With a scoff and a roll of his eyes, Jeongguk says, "I never even learned your name. It's not that serious."

The man opens his mouth as if to respond, but Jeongguk raises his hand and says, "I don't want to fucking know. Be on your way."

For a brief moment, the man just stands and stares owlishly with his mouth gaping open, and Jeongguk resists the urge to pull his gun on him once more. Then the man shifts around on his feet and mutters, "You drove us here," with a dejected frown.

Jeongguk sighs with vexation. He pulls his phone from his pocket, thumbs around through his contacts, and calls Hoseok, who answers after the second ring.

"Ggukie bun, to what do I owe the pleasure?" It sounds like Hoseok has his phone on speaker, which means he is most likely driving.

"Hyung, are you busy? I need someone driven home."

"I happen to be on my way back to the property now. Gimme ten? Gonna pick up Seokjin and then I'll swing by."

"Sounds good. Thank you, hyung."

Hoseok chuckles, says, "My pleasure, little bro," and hangs up.

Jeongguk shoves his phone back into his pocket and nods toward the front door, saying, "Your ride will be here in ten. You can wait outside."

With a huff, the man turns on his heels and walks back down the hallway to the guest room from which he came. Irritated, Jeongguk abandons his workout and walks to the kitchen for a glass of water. His house is a spacious and open concept with black countertops and silver appliances, all of which are pristine and practically empty.

Jeongguk pulls a tall, thin glass from the rack beside the sink, fills it halfway with water from the tap, and drinks most of it, only to dump out the rest. Then he rinses the glass off, sets it in the same spot it was before, and he returns to his punching bag, waiting for his guest to leave.

It only takes another moment for the man to appear in a black tee untucked over tight blue jeans. His hair is short, dark brown, and disheveled, and Jeongguk spares him a final passing glance before looking away. Some shuffling around is heard as the man puts on his shoes before the front door opens and closes.

Jeongguk grabs his gun from its holster and twirls it around his finger as he makes his way through the space and locks both deadbolts on the front door—not that the man would be able to bypass a retina scan and passcode to return inside. He heads up a flight of stairs beside the entrance toward his master bedroom and en suite to get ready to meet with Yoongi and Namjoon in thirty minutes, whistling some tune that is stuck in his head while the heavy, familiar weight of his glock grounds him.

Meetings make Jeongguk anxious. For as long as he has been part of Yoongi's family, nobody has given Jeongguk a reason for his anxiety; it is simply his natural state of being. He hates sitting and brainstorming, always finding himself spacing out and needing whoever was speaking to repeat themselves. He would rather be given an order and sent on his way.

And with the new girl in the house, everyone has the habit of getting sidetracked and steering the conversation to her. Especially Namjoon and Hoseok.

It is not as if Jeongguk doesn't like having her in the house, but he is tired of having to pretend to give a shit about new people. And, after the debacle with Ryujin, he is not eager to watch his boss fall in love with an outsider.

If there is one thing this world has taught Jeongguk, it is that to love is to die.

In his standard-issued black button-up tucked into black slacks, Jeongguk checks his appearance, running a hand through his unstyled hair. The front is growing out, falling just below his eyebrows, and it is another thing on the long list of shit he does not want to deal with.

Jeongguk straightens out his rolex and heads out through his dimly lit bedroom, down the short hallway to the flight of stairs that leads right to his front entrance. He sits on the second to last step and puts on worn-out doc marten boots, taking care to double tie the laces, and he adjusts the gun holster on his ankle so that it sits comfortably above his right boot.

Not that he will need a gun to go to Yoongi's place, but he may need one for where he plans on going after.

Jeongguk's home is the second closest to Yoongi's mansion, so rather than drive, he gets on his trusty 7-speed mint green bicycle. Strapped to the handlebars is a light brown handwoven basket in which he tosses a small black duffle bag. Jeongguk straddles the bike, gripping onto the soft brown handlebars, and sets off down his driveway, waiting as his weight triggers the security gate to open and let him be on his way.

It only takes three or so minutes for him to pull up to Yoongi's front gate. There is a path that connects all of their homes and allows them access without leaving any security gates, but the road has a nice steep hill that Jeongguk can get some real speed on, and he prefers that to the private path that is much more level.

As the gate opens granting Jeongguk access, he spots Hoseok and Seokjin standing hand in hand on Yoongi's stoop. From the smell of it, they are smoking a joint, and as Jeongguk gets closer, the sound of his tires on the cement driveway calls their attention.

Jeongguk grins and flicks the small aluminum bell on the handlebars twice, ringing it playfully. Yoongi's head appears from behind Seokjin's broad shoulders, and he smiles his wide, gummy grin that always sets Jeongguk at ease. Hoseok lets go of Seokjin's hand, and he turns to greet him.

"Who was the boy?" Hoseok teases.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes and shrugs. "How did you get back here so fast?"

"He didn't live too far," Hoseok responds with his hands on his hips.

Jeongguk knows the look in his eye—the squinted glare that suggests he isn't getting the information he desires and that he plans to pry more.

Hoseok continues, "I'm impressed you let him stay the night."

With a sigh, Jeongguk says, "I didn't. Picked him up this morning."

"This morning?" Seokjin asks as he turns and mimics Hoseok's stance—whether intentionally or simply because they spend too much time together, it is hard to say.

This is the facet of being the youngest that Jeongguk hates; he is always subject to twenty questions about what and who he does despite him almost never sticking his nose into their business. They love to pick on him, and it drives him crazy.

"Yeah, this morning," Jeongguk grumbles as he gets off his bike, walks it to the garage, and leans it against the painted steel panel door. "I had pent-up energy and couldn't sleep, so I went to Paradise and found someone to fuck."

Yoongi scoffs. A crooked smirk tugs on his lips—nothing but trouble—and Jeongguk braces himself for what he is about to say.

"Pent-up energy from bashing a man's brains in?"

Jeongguk hums in agreement and pushes his hand through his hair. "As if I'm the only one," he grumbles, making his way to the stoop. Seokjin holds a joint up to his lips, and Jeongguk reaches out and snatches it, sticking his tongue out as his elder, who squawks in dissent.

"You're certainly not the only one," Hoseok responds with a waggle of his eyebrows, and Yoongi shakes his head as he chuckles.

Jeongguk takes a deep inhale of the joint, enjoying the faint crackle of tobacco that has been mixed in. Smoke fills his lungs, and he holds it in, then tilts his head upward and blows the small plume out.

"Shall we?" Seokjin asks as he wraps his arm around Hoseok's waist. They are both dressed in black suits with white undershirts, with their hair styled a little nicer than usual, and Jeongguk wonders what they may be up to, but he doesn't want to ask. Unlike them, he hates to pry.

Yoongi, however, can always be trusted to unveil people's plans. "You'll be back in an hour or so?" he asks, reaching to smooth the lapels on Seokjin's dress shirt.

Hoseok nods and gives Yoongi a soft smile. "Seokjin is meeting with a few brokers at House of Cards, so while he's busy wooing them, I'll return in time to meet with you and Taehyung."

"Perfect," Yoongi responds with a satisfied smile. He turns to Jeongguk and says, "Namjoon's inside. Shall we?"

Jeongguk hums and holds the joint out toward Seokjin, who holds up his hand and shakes his head. Seokjin and Hoseok wave their goodbyes and walk toward the black sedan parked a few feet away, and Jeongguk waves the two fingers that cradle the slowly diminishing joint and follows Yoongi through the front door.

As he kicks out of his shoes, Namjoon comes down the stairs wearing a stupid smile that makes Jeongguk's stomach turn. What he and Yoongi get up to is their own business, but after what happened in the past, he hates the thought that the cycle is repeating itself. He has always wondered why the two of them can't just be happy together without having to play house with a third. But it is none of his business.

Smoking weed is probably a mistake. As Jeongguk lifts his hand to pass the joint to Namjoon, he already feels a little spaced out and way too relaxed. He approaches the blue velvet couch, sits on the end furthest from Yoongi's chair, and leans into the corner of it with one arm up on the armrest and the other slung around the back. Namjoon sits in the other corner, as close to Yoongi as possible, and angles his body toward Yoongi like the obedient little puppy he is.

As expected, the meeting loses Jeongguk's attention almost immediately, and he spaces out, rubbing his fingertips along the velvet fabric of the couch to make it dark and rough, only to smooth it out again.

Occasionally, Yoongi asks Jeongguk's opinion, catching his attention and reiterating whatever point it is he wants Jeongguk to weigh in on, and Jeongguk looks up, nods, and grunts.

The meetings always go this way. Everyone has a conversation around Jeongguk, and then they cater to Jeongguk's lack of attention in order to ask his opinion on trivial matters. He doesn't understand why this can't be done over text.

When they conclude the boring chunk of the meeting, and Jeongguk has grunted and nodded somewhere around eight to ten times, Yoongi sits forward in his chair—a movement that always catches Jeongguk's attention—then he angles his hips to reach into the pocket of his slacks and pulls out a small baggie full of pills.

There are about eight pills in the bag, and they are little pink semi-squares. Without having a closer look, Jeongguk knows that they are ecstasy pills pressed with methamphetamines that were shipped from California, but he picks up the baggie anyway, inspecting them for the Iron Man logo imprinted on the back.

"These are trash," Jeongguk says, tossing them back onto the table.

One of these pills will have the user grinding their teeth so hard they are likely to chip one. Jeongguk once woke up from a bender that included these and other substances, and the sides of his mouth were so chewed up and swollen, he could barely eat soup.

Since then, he keeps a mouthguard in his duffle bag along with his weapons. He will never understand why Americans so willingly settle for garbage drugs.

"That they are," Yoongi responds with a smirk. "But we have already begun to manufacture smoother MDMA that gives you the high minus the mouth grinding, and I would like your guys to try to emulate a pill that has those qualities, plus the amount of methamphetamines found in these."

Jeongguk rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "If you want an upper that doesn't have a negative effect on the user's mouth, meth isn't the way to go."

"What about drugs that are meant to treat attention deficit?" Namjoon butts in.

Jeongguk tilts his head to show Namjoon he is listening and tenses his jaw to let him know that whatever it is, he better get to the point. Namjoon has a tendency to get long-winded, and Jeongguk finds it annoying. Namjoon seems unaffected and continues with a soft smile.

"Those pharmaceuticals don't often cause users to grind their teeth or get the other 'meth mouth' side effects. Perhaps we can find out how much meth is used in these pressed pills and test whether that same amount of Adderall or something similar would have a more pleasant effect. If your team doesn't still have Adderall or anything similar on hand, I'm sure we could get some smuggled in by the end of the week."

"Adderall isn't meth," Jeongguk mutters. "Amphetamines are a different class of stimulant, but...it might work. And I'm almost certain we have some on hand."

Jeongguk does not hate the idea. But he is not a scientist—none of them are. He has no clue if this idea will actually pan out. He does, however, have scientists under his employ, so he takes the baggie and shoves it into his pocket.

"Fine," Jeongguk says. "I'll talk to the team about it. Anything else?"

Namjoon shakes his head as if Jeongguk was directing the question to him, and Jeongguk ignores him to glance at Yoongi.

With a soft smile, Yoongi says, "Of course, we need to figure out who that Jae fellow is, who—"

"Already on it," Jeongguk interrupts, to which Yoongi sits up with a smile. "After some digging I found Jae and fourteen men who either knew about his plan or were helping him carry it out. I invited them all to a party at the private club. I'll pop by the warehouse on my way—kill two birds with one stone."

"Kill as many birds as needed," Yoongi responds with a dark, knowing gaze that sends an excited shiver through Jeongguk.

"You got it, boss."

* * *

Jeongguk stops at a red light just outside the city, gathers saliva under his tongue as he takes the baggie of shitty pink pills out of his front pocket, and pops one into his mouth. He makes a mental note of where everyone will be in an hour or two, banking on Seokjin still being in town, knowing he will be in absolutely no shape to bike home. Then he runs a hand through his hair, gives the bell on his bicycle a celebratory ding as the light turns green, and takes off.

The air is warm, but the breeze that hits him as he rides at a slight incline feels nice and cool. It centers him—a calm before he kicks up a storm.

So little of Jeongguk's life has ever been calm, and so he takes these moments whenever he can and holds them close to his heart. Driving would make everything go faster, and it would be much more convenient, and that is precisely why Jeongguk rides his bike instead.

Jeongguk's drug operations primarily take place in a warehouse district on the outskirts of the city in an abandoned area that has been left impoverished and ignored with intention. The syndicates like having dumping grounds—a place to make people disappear—and when Yoongi took over and extended his reign to this area, there were talks of cleaning it up to improve the quality of life, which he staunchly declined.

In fact, the area seems to only have gotten worse. Ironic, perhaps, that some of Yoongi's most state-of-the-art equipment is housed in this very district.

There were homeless populations, but once the warehouses became more useful and Jeongguk employed a team of scientists to begin manufacturing some of their heavy-hitter drugs, everyone was pushed out or eradicated. Or, if they had their wits about them, they were brought onto some of the more disposable teams.

Jeongguk veers from the busy streets and begins an uphill journey that quickly turns to dirt and gravel terrain. The bike bounces as Jeongguk leans into each stride, and then he pulls up to a small concrete compound of four identical grey rectangles with steel panel doors and a few run-down cars outside. He thumbs over a key fob in his pocket to cause the steel door on the second building from the left to lift open, and skids to a halt in front of it.

Whether the drugs are slowly starting to take effect or Jeongguk is anxious about meeting with his team, he is unsure, but there is a tremor in his hands as he rides into the dark cement enclosure and taps the button over the fabric of his slacks once more to close the door behind him.

Jeongguk parks his bike off to the side of the entrance, closes his eyes to take a deep exhale and shake out his limbs, then makes his way through the empty building to a set of steps in a far corner.

Two stories below is where the science team works, and Jeongguk takes the baggie of pink pills from his pocket, pulls one more pill out, seals the baggie shut, and rubs his thumb and finger over the plastic-covered pills as he makes his way downstairs.

* * *

The phone rings thrice before Seokjin picks up, and Jeongguk rubs his hand over his nose, stifling a sniffle as cocaine drips down the back of his throat.

"Yeah, kid?"

"Jin-hyung," Jeongguk says in a tone that lilts on being ragged and unsure. "A-are you still in Seoul?"

Jeongguk hears Seokjin sigh. "Are you high?"

"Hmm...not yet. But I will be."

Jeongguk absolutely is high. It crept up as he was discussing Yoongi's idea with the science team, and he got so antsy that he needed to get out of there as soon as possible.

Luckily, there wasn't much to say to the team in the first place; they are used to these kinds of requests and know more about the processes than anyone else, so Jeongguk had nothing to explain—he simply plopped the baggie onto a metal table, muttered their idea, and was out rather fast.

"Do you need a ride?" Seokjin asks, voice stern in a way that always makes Jeongguk anxious—like he is being spoken to like a child.

"Yeah," Jeongguk mutters. His mouth shivers and moves a little too slowly. "Yoongi encouraged me to go b-bird watching, and I'll probably overdo it."

"Bird wat—what did he tell you, exactly?"

Jeongguk giggles, realizing his mistake. Bird watching—how silly. "I'll be in your district. Gotta knock skulls together and find out who lost my pills. Might get messy."

"And you need a ride?"

"Yes, hyung."

"Did you drive?"

"Yes, hyung."

Another sigh. "Send me the coordinates. I can be there in about an hour."

"Thanks, hyung," Jeongguk sing-songs in a dazed voice as he pulls the phone from his ear and hangs up.

His bike tires crunch on gravel as he sits back on the seat, grips his handlebars, and begins to ride. Inside the wicker basket sits an empty duffle bag, the contents of which have been strapped to Jeongguk's chest, scratching his skin ever so slightly beneath his shirt.

The ride from the warehouses to the river feels simultaneously too fast and incredibly slow. Jeongguk's heart pounds as he continues to come up on the pill and ease into two too many tiny spoonfuls of cocaine. He wants a drink—something stiff as hell to take the edge off.

Tonight, in a private club near House of Cards, fifteen of Jeongguk's men are enjoying an evening of drinking and taking it easy in celebration of a great month of getting product onto the streets and sold. This, of course, is a lie; their month tanked once one of them pulled a significant amount of pharmaceuticals and ecstasy, and Jeongguk has gathered them all for easy disposal.

Namjoon and the lamb met with Changkyun to rough up a couple of men who spilled the beans about someone named Jae fucking with their supply. Afterward, Jeongguk put his ear to the ground and immediately started to hear whispers of other men who may have been working to help him. He found out who had been working close to Jae and who had been hanging out with him while off duty, and he made sure to extend invitations to all fifteen of them for a party at the club tonight.

Everyone who is actually worth a damn is currently in one of the warehouses having a lowkey shindig of their own, far away from the others, and none the wiser. They will all find out eventually, and Jeongguk looks forward to their loyalty being tested when they do.

The sun has begun to set, and a pinkish-orange glow colors the sky. Jeongguk likes to imagine the pink as a runoff of blood, picturing the stars above spilling the crimson liquid onto the earth, getting soaked up by the clouds.

He stands, straddling his bike, and stumbles it into a rack, feeling the dizzying tendrils of his high begin to wrap him in a tight hug. A valet worker walks over with a bike lock and begins to anchor the vehicle into place, then sends Jeongguk off with a deep bow.

"Mister Jeon," the buff security officer working the front door mutters with a bow of his head. He pats Jeongguk down as he asks, "What's on the menu tonight?" fingers tracing over pointed steel between his pecs.

"Teaching a lesson in loyalty," Jeongguk responds with a wide, sadistic smile. "Boss will send a cleanup crew; you just need to worry about keeping the men inside once the bartender leaves through the back."

The guard rubs his palm over the gun on Jeongguk's ankle, then stands and says, "Understood."

When Jeongguk walks into the small club, the men are all crowded in a circle, shouting over the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Whenever these low-lives get thrown into a room together, all they want to do is fight. Jeongguk can barely see a tousle of bodies in the center of the group, but the sounds of grunting as hands and feet make contact with limbs and cheeks has adrenaline coursing through him.

The space is cast in a drug-induced fog, and Jeongguk's eyes slowly scan around and attempt to make sense of everything. There are no windows and only one exit, save for a secret door only staff have access to behind the bar. The building itself is solid brick with mahogany floors and deep red wallpaper. Lighting in the space is dim, appearing darker still since the scarce furnishings are rust red.

Jeongguk makes his way to the bar and orders a double whiskey neat—the shittiest they have on the rail. He likes to feel the burn as it travels from his lips to his chest—likes how every inch of his body responds in protest against something so wretched.

"You're off for the night," Jeongguk mutters, and the bartender nods, grabs a towel to wipe a wet spot from the bar top, and then walks into the back, abandoning his post.

Jeongguk pulls a vial of cocaine from around his neck, unscrews it, and begins to tap a small pile onto the sticky counter. He leans and sniffs as much as he can, first through one nostril and then the other, leaving the rest behind.

Then, he pulls the second little pink pill from his pocket, takes a dizzy step back, and pops it into his mouth. He reasons that the only way to come out of the other end of a bloodbath without ruining his ability to sleep at night is to become relentlessly high.

With the remainder of his whiskey, Jeongguk washes back the pill and attempts to formulate a plan. One of the men approaches the bar, and Jeongguk turns to find him leaning against the edge and looking around.

"Where the fuck is the bartender?" the guy asks, glancing at Jeongguk.

Recognition hits the man, and his eyes widen, then he stands up straight, turning to Jeongguk with his head bowed forward. "S-sir," he mutters, "I didn't see you there."

Jeongguk's heart pounds as he undoes the top three buttons of his shirt, reaches past the fabric, and pulls out a sharp steel kunai knife with a hole on the end of the handle through which Jeongguk sticks his index finger. He twirls the small, heavy knife and takes a step toward the man.

"Are you having fun tonight?" Jeongguk asks with a voice that is far too steady for how he feels.

The man eyes Jeongguk's knife and gives him an ugly, toothy smile. His hair is greasy, his brown shirt is stained on the front, and he smells like piss. "So much fun, boss! Thank you for giving us the night off."

Jeongguk nods. "I wanted to give a special congratulations to Jae. Have you seen him?"

At the mention of Jae, the man's eyes open widely, and he nervously looks around the bar. Then he nods with his chin and says, "Red shirt. W-want me to get him for you, boss?"

Every inch of Jeongguk tingles. A hazy, thick euphoria embraces him tightly and makes him want to dance—dance and sing and slit all of these men's throats until the floor is sticky with blood.

Jeongguk opens his mouth, aware of how tense his jaw is becoming, and moves it around as if stretching it out. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a rounded plastic container in which he stores his mouthguard, and he shakes his head at the man before him.

"I'll take care of it," Jeongguk says as he pops the container open, pulls out the clear guard, and shoves it snugly into his mouth.

"Oh—okay," the man says, taking a step away from Jeongguk, who continues to stare him down with his lips spread over the clear plastic covering his teeth.

Jeongguk twirls the kunai on his finger and takes a step toward the man. The man jolts as if startled by a jump scare, and he takes a clumsy step back, tripping into a barstool and reaching back with his hand to steady it. Everything seems to move too fast and too slow, and Jeongguk finds he can only process that which is immediately in his line of sight—everything else is a hazy wash of light and color.

This is the sweet spot. Any higher, and Jeongguk might not be able to perform.

Jeongguk spins on the balls of his boots, places his palms onto the sticky bar, and hoists himself up, landing surprisingly steadily on the bar top. Then he hops down onto the other side and straightens himself as he allows his eyes and brain to catch up to one another, scanning the bottles on the shelves. There are a lot of clear bottles, but only one of them is the vodka he desires.

"W-what are you doing, boss?" the man asks.

"Making a cocktail," Jeongguk shouts over his shoulder.

"Gin...close..." Jeongguk mutters to himself, mouth full of plastic and twirling his kunai. Fidgeting helps him focus, especially with methamphetamines coursing through his blood.

"W-what kind of cocktail, boss?" the man asks, and Jeongguk huffs an impatient sigh. He hates being bothered; why is this man bothering him?

"Ah, here you are," Jeongguk mumbles as he finds a nearly full bottle of Smirnoff 100-proof vodka. He pulls the bottle spout out and drops it to the floor—metal clattering on brick—then turns and searches the rail for a rag.

"Molotov," Jeongguk shouts as he takes the corner of the stained rag and begins twisting it into a small enough tip to shove into the bottle.

"What?"

Jeongguk has to use the kunai to slice part of the rag away, and he tosses the useless strip over his shoulder, then continues to shove the rag into the neck of the bottle, leaving a couple inches sticking out from the top.

Satisfied with his work, he pulls a gold-plated zippo lighter from his pocket and flicks it open against his thigh in one swift motion, igniting the flame in the process. Then he holds the flame up to the rag and watches with delight as the end of the dirty fabric catches. He pops the lighter closed and drops it back into his pocket, then he sets the flaming cocktail aside.

With the kunai dangling from around his finger, Jeongguk pulls out his mouthguard, dribbling spit that has gathered around it down his chin as he says, "Molotov," more clearly with a grin.

The man looks on in horror, frozen in place, and Jeongguk shoves the guard back into his mouth, places his palms onto the sticky bar, and hops back up, onto his feet in a squatting position. Without warning, Jeongguk picks up the bottle, chucks it overhand toward the crowd, sending it high enough to hit the ceiling, and he smiles widely as the bottle explodes and rains liquid fire down onto the men.

Laughter rocks through Jeongguk, and he loses his balance, falling backward onto his palms against the bar. He sits flat on his butt and swings his legs over the edge of the counter, watching as men panic and scream.

Most of them will have minor burns. Several men run around flailing while their shirts and hair singe, and one man rolls on the floor, desperate to put out the flames. In the chaos, Jeongguk spots Jae off to the right, away from the fire, and he hops down from the bar to make his way over to him, pulling his mouthguard out.

"Yo, Jae!" Jeongguk shouts, and the man in red turns quickly and begins to run toward Jeongguk.

"Boss, you have to help us!" Jae shouts frantically, clearly drunk. "Someone threw fire at us!"

Jeongguk giggles and takes Jae roughly by the bicep as he mutters, "You, come with me."

Jae stumbles but compiles, and Jeongguk drags him several more feet away. Beside the bathrooms of this old building are thick pipes that stick out from the brick, and Jeongguk yanks the man close to one as he reaches into his pocket for some metal handcuffs, fumbles with opening one end of the cuffs, then locks it around Jae's wrist in a tight squeeze.

A shout rips through Jae's chest, and he attempts to get away but then throws a punch. Jeongguk takes the impact of his fist to the jaw and then slams his forehead into Jae’s face, knocking him backward into the wall.

Jae's head hits brick, making him grunt, and Jeongguk manages to reach the man’s hand over his head and secure the open cuff to one of the pipes.

Adrenaline from absorbing the punch has Jeongguk's nerves singing to life, and he punches Jae in the stomach for good measure, then turns to find the man at the bar shaking while leaning against it with a look of horror on his face.

"Why so scared?" Jeongguk mock pouts.

The man shakes his head and whimpers, "Wh-what's going on, boss?"

"You know what's going on," Jeongguk mutters with a grin.

The man shakes his head again, this time more frantically.

Jeongguk cocks his head to the side, sending a dizzying wave through his body. "No? Because if you told me what happened, I would consider letting you live."

The flash of hope that widens the man's eyes tells Jeongguk everything he needs to know, and he advances quickly—crowds the man's space. A quick glance over his shoulder shows the rest of the group is still broken out into chaos with men attempting to help others put out the remaining fire and get to their feet. A few blurry bodies are on the outskirts of the crowd, but nobody appears to be approaching him.

"Tell me what happened," Jeongguk growls as he turns back to the man at the bar.

"J-J-Jae s-said if w-we cover for him, we'd get a cut."

"A cut of what?" Jeongguk asks.

The man screws up his face as if Jeongguk's question is ridiculous. "Money, s-sir."

"Money for what?"

The man shakes his head. He knows he is fucked—that he has already said too much—and he nibbles on his lip, which trembles. Jeongguk brings the kunai up to the man's throat and presses the tip against his jugular notch.

"Answer me."

"P-pills!" the man shouts. "Narcotics and party drugs. He t-took them off the last shipment while you were distracted."

"Distracted, hmm? Tell me, what was I distracted by?"

At this, the man begins to panic and twist as if hoping that he can get away somehow. So there is more to this story than them simply stealing from him to turn a profit. Interesting.

"Boss?" a voice comes from behind Jeongguk, and he grits his teeth hard and pushes the kunai into the man's jugular, turning his face away from the spray of blood. The man gargles and thrashes, and Jeongguk takes a step back and allows him to fall to the floor and bleed out.

One down, fourteen to go.

Jeongguk pops his guard back into his mouth, spins on the balls of his feet with a wide plastic smile, and finds two worried-looking men standing before him. He reaches into his shirt, pulls another kunai off the bandolier of blades strapped to his chest, and begins to twirl them both—one on each index finger.

The major downside of having to be this high to commit mass murder is that his aim is shit. The entire point of having so many knives strapped to him is to throw them at his targets without needing to immediately retrieve them. Instead, Jeongguk straps the belt around his chest as a means to ground himself—a tight, scratchy hug.

Jeongguk advances on the two men. One stumbles backward and begins to run back to the group while the other gets an angry glint in his eye and comes in swinging. Jeongguk guards his punch by driving the tip of a knife through the man's forearm, then punches his other knife into the man's neck. For good measure, Jeongguk kneels as the man falls and slices his throat open to quicken his bleeding.

Two down, thirteen to go.

When Jeongguk stands, stumbling as he finds his balance, he notices some men crowding around him while others attempt to escape. Jeongguk feels himself fly into a blind rage as he approaches the small group and begins punching and stabbing, absorbing hits that are nowhere near as damaging or lethal as the ones he doles out. He barely feels it when fists make impact with him, and he giggles wildly when one punch lands on the kunai under his shirt and slices the man's knuckles.

"You ruined my shirt, you fuck," he complains through his mouthguard as he punches a knife into the soft tissue and cartilage the man's face, still giggling like a madman.

A glance around the space shows Jae in his corner, three men at the door attempting to beat it down, and two men on the far-end wall huddled up. A couple men groan and crawl against the floor, and Jeongguk has no idea how many of them are dead or dying, so he advances on the three by the door.

Jeongguk takes a chance and flings one of the knives, and it whirs satisfactorily and hits one of the men in the shoulder. The man yelps and falls to his knees, clearly assuming something far worse has happened to him, and Jeongguk takes the opportunity to advance and take the other two out while he is down.

A knife to the throat here, a headbutt followed by a knife to the throat there, and Jeongguk is bending behind the last man, pulling the knife from his back and reaching around to the front of his neck to slice it open. Jeongguk gets to his feet, stretches his neck from side to side, and turns to survey the scene.

The two men who were by the far wall must have gained courage, and they come barreling toward Jeongguk. One slips on blood and falls back against the floor with a loud smack, but the other manages to get close enough to attempt to slash at Jeongguk with a piece of broken glass. Once again, Jeongguk blocks the punch with a knife to the forearm, then punches a knife into the throat, watching with a plastic grin as the man falls to the ground.

Groans and gargles fill the space, and Jeongguk catches his breath as the room sways and twists before him. His mouth is dry, and the smell of brassy blood is overwhelming, and Jeongguk wants to curl up in a ball and take a nice big nap.

On the floor, the man who had slipped and fallen convulses, and Jeongguk wonders if his head has been pierced by broken glass. Nobody seems to be getting up, so Jeongguk surmises he must have fourteen down with only one left.

Jeongguk wipes the back of his wrist against his forehead, undoubtedly coating it in sweat and blood, and he turns back to Jae. Blood runs down Jae's wrist, and he shakes like a leaf on a tree—he has clearly been attempting to pull himself from the handcuff. Jeongguk pulls his mouthguard out, sucks in some of the saliva that has pooled, and shoves it into his pocket beside its case.

"Last man standing," he slurs as his high becomes unbearable. "You have three minutes to spill before I kill you."

The tangy scent of urine hits Jeongguk's nose, and he looks down to find a large wet spot on the front of Jae's jeans. He shakes his head and scoffs.

"It wasn't my idea," Jae whimpers. Jeongguk cocks his head and studies the man's face—is he crying? What a fucking wimp.

"Whose idea was it?"

"You know whose!" Jae shouts. "The same family that sent the man to fuck up your boxer! The same family who attacked your whore! They're sending people from all sides to throw you off your game and shake you up!"

"My whore?" Jeongguk growls as he grabs Jae tightly by the jaw. "Jimin isn't my whore, and speaking about one of my family men like that is a good way to get a knife shoved into your filthy little piss hole."

Fear visibly shakes through Jae, who thrashes in Jeongguk's hold. He even grabs onto Jeongguk's wrist with his free hand in a feeble attempt to yank Jeongguk's grip off of his jaw. Jeongguk headbutts him again and squeezes tighter as a dizzying quake rocks through him.

"Why did you accept her offer? Were you really stupid enough to think you wouldn't get caught?"

Jae scoffs and shakes his head, appearing to act tough with tears on his cheeks. "She has men on the inside."

Jeongguk squints, losing his ability to see clearly even as close to Jae as he is. "On the inside? On my team?"

"Well...she did. You killed most of them."

"Who are the others?" Jeongguk demands, and Jae laughs.

"You got everything from me that you could," Jae says. Jeongguk thinks he sees Jae's eyes flash to the side and back, but it takes him too long to process it before Jae mutters, "Kill me and be done with it."

Jeongguk takes a step back, ready to drive the knife into Jae's throat and move on, but an arm snakes around Jeongguk's torso and hot, piercing pain hits him on his side. Jeongguk drives a knife into the hand around his waist, piercing his own skin from the impact, and he yanks the knife away in time for another piercing pain to hit him between his shoulder blades.

Only as Jeongguk spins and finds one of the blood-soiled men holding a jagged, bloodied piece of glass does Jeongguk realize he has been stabbed. He grunts as he thrusts both of his knives into the man's guts and shoves the man back until he slips on blood and falls to the floor.

"Fuck!" Jeongguk shouts in frustration as he spins around and slices Jae's throat open in a broad, sloppy motion. He does not want to deal with stab wounds of all fucking things.

Jeongguk slowly steps back and looks around the room, swaying as he turns and attempts to survey the carnage left behind. Everything is a blur of reds and browns with hints of whites and blues, and Jeongguk stumbles toward the bar to sit down on a stool and catch his breath.

The pain in his side and back tingle-throb, and Jeongguk attempts to remember how to tend to a stab wound, but all he can do is grind his teeth and rest back against the bar top. When the door to the club flies open, Jeongguk doesn't register who approaches until he hears Seokjin's nagging shouts and feels him prodding at Jeongguk's torso.

"Yah, are you injured?" Seokjin shouts, fussing about at Jeongguk's side where his hand is weakly pressing against a wound.

Jeongguk hisses and nods, and then he giggles at the thought of any of these men thinking they could kill him. How stupid of them.

"Where did you park?" Seokjin asks as he gets Jeongguk onto his feet with his arm draped over Seokjin's broad shoulders.

"Front," Jeongguk mutters.

All the world is a blur of lights and colors, streaked and sloppy before Jeongguk's eyes. He steps into the cool night air, and the security guard says something he does not comprehend, and then he fumbles down the short set of steps, onto the sidewalk.

"Jeongguk, I don't see any of your cars," Seokjin says as he shakes him roughly.

Pulled to alertness for a split moment, Jeongguk hums and says, "Ol' minty," while flinging his hand in the direction of his bike.

"Wh—Jeonggukah!" Seokjin shouts. "You said you drove here! I asked you if y—oh, this is unbelievable."

"I dr—I drove my bike," Jeongguk slurs.

Jeongguk is led to his bike where the blurry valet attendant is bowed before him, and Seokjin gets him to straddle the small metal cargo rack above the back tire.

"Feet on the pegs!" Seokjin barks as he lifts Jeongguk's feet one at a time and places them onto small metal pegs that are screwed onto his back tire.

Jeongguk somewhat obeys—he has done this many times before—but his feet slip a few times until he is steady. Then Seokjin moves the bicycle away from the bike rack, tells Jeongguk to hold on tight, and once Jeongguk wraps his arms around Seokjin's ribs and leans his head on his back, they are off.

Seokjin smells nice. Like cigars and the expensive cologne that Hoseok insists he wears. He takes in a nice deep breath and groans happily before letting it out. The night air feels cool on his skin, and he smiles as Seokjin drives them home.

From time to time, Jeongguk hears an unintelligible grunt or groan, but he ignores it; he will undoubtedly hear it again once he has sobered up, so there is no use trying to strain the few remaining brain cells that are still working to try to make sense of it now.

The ride from the city to the property is usually around thirty minutes when it is just Jeongguk. He has no concept of how much time has passed as he attempts to watch a tree line blur by, and although the scenery is familiar and Jeongguk thinks he has some idea of how close they could be, he does not dwell on it. Instead, he closes his eyes.

When the bicycle finally skids to a stop, Jeongguk nearly topples over. Seokjin swears and mutters, and Jeongguk attempts to place his feet on the concrete driveway, but his legs melt like hot wax, and he sinks downward as the weight of his collapsing bicycle drags him to the ground.

Seokjin manages to get Jeongguk untangled from his vehicle and picks him up over his shoulder, carrying Jeongguk potato-sack-style toward a light that shines out into the night through some windows. He hears the mechanical beeping of the locking mechanism and then the door crashes open. The sounds of three particular voices gasping tells Jeongguk that he has been brought to Yoongi's house.

"Taehyung," Seokjin mutters. "I think he's been stabbed. There doesn't seem to be a lot of blood loss; I think he's delirious from being high."

There is some shuffling around, and Jeongguk hangs over Seokjin's shoulder, feeling sleepy and, frankly, completely unbothered by anything.

So he may have gotten stabbed once or twice, so what? He found out more information, and he got to let go of some of his pent-up rage. His jaw aches, however, and he wishes he had not taken his mouthguard out.

Jeongguk is transferred to a different strong person, and Jeongguk wraps his arms around the different neck and hugs closely. After a split moment, he realizes by the clean smell of lotion and eucalyptus shampoo that it is Taehyung, and Jeongguk smiles as he carries him back outside.

"Stabbed?" Taehyung mutters curiously as the night air hits Jeongguk's cheeks and makes him shiver.

The walk to Taehyung's house from Yoongi's is short, and Jeongguk buries his face into Taehyung's neck as he mutters, "Mmhmm."

Silence falls, save for the crunch of dirt under Taehyung's shoe. Jeongguk thinks he begins to fall asleep, roused by the sound of Taehyung's deep, soft voice.

"Are the wounds deep?"

Jeongguk shakes his head, although, truth be told, he has no idea. There is a wet spot on his back, but it does not feel very big, and the one on his side is pressed against Taehyung.

"How many bodies?" Taehyung asks softly.

The sounds of Taehyung's feet crunching over gravel feels oddly calming to Jeongguk, and for some inexplicable reason, he feels the urge to cry.

"Fifteen," Jeongguk mutters with a tremble. He is cold, and he grips onto Taehyung tighter in search of warmth.

Taehyung tsks and chuckles. "So reckless. You don't have to do these jobs alone, you know? You can take one of us."

"Sorry," Jeongguk mutters, feeling defeated and miserable.

Another chuckle comes from Taehyung, instantly lifting Jeongguk's spirits and making him feel okay. "Don't apologize, baby. We just worry about you."

Jeongguk nods against Taehyung's neck and mutters, "Okay."

"I can't believe how mean you are to me," Taehyung whines in a mocking tone as he leans the two of them forward to punch in the password to his front door.

Taehyung opens the door and switches on a foyer light, then makes his way down a short ramp into his basement, where his exam rooms and surgical equipment are. The fluorescent lighting makes Jeongguk groan and squeeze his eyes closed.

"First, Hoseok tells me you brought home some nobody to fuck," Taehyung continues to mock-pout, "and then you show up all cut and bruised. Starting to make me think you don't need me anymore, baby."

Jeongguk knows Taehyung is being playful, but he cannot stop himself from taking it very personally, and the sloshing of heightened emotions has him feeling incredibly sad.

Taehyung means more to him than anyone in the world, which is precisely why Jeongguk tends to keep him at arms-length sometimes. Tears spill from Jeongguk's eyes.

"S-sorry, hyung."

"Awe, my poor crybaby," Taehyung sing-songs as he sets Jeongguk onto a leather exam table covered in a white paper sheet.

Jeongguk continues to hold onto Taehyung tightly until two strong hands wrap around his wrists and pull his arms down. He does not want Taehyung to see him cry, even though it would not be the first time—nor the last.

"Are you bored of me, Ggukie? Is that why you don't call me anymore?"

"D-don't want to bother you," Jeongguk whimpers pathetically, swiftly crashing from his high and feeling the full array of his emotions.

Jeongguk opens his eyes a crack to find Taehyung hovering over him and unbuttoning his soiled shirt. Taehyung chuckles at the sight of the blades and reaches around Jeongguk’s back to undo the belt and pull it free. Then he pulls Jeongguk's shirt away, making Jeongguk shiver, and he surveys the first wound.

"Not too deep," Taehyung says as he meets Jeongguk's gaze and smiles. For the first time in a while, Jeongguk can clearly see in front of him, and he thinks Taehyung is more beautiful than ever. Taehyung quietly studies his face. "You seem to be coming back to me. How do you feel?"

Terrible, Jeongguk thinks. He can't tell if he is fully coming down or if the second pill still has more high to give him, but he trembles and his bones feel restless in his skin, and he cannot keep his emotions from teetering from one extreme to the other, especially with Taehyung looking down at him the way he does.

"Shitty," is all Jeongguk says.

"Let's get you into a nice warm bath," Taehyung suggests with a grin that makes Jeongguk melt. "We'll clean your wounds, and then you'll show me what you did to that pretty boy who you picked up this morning. Sound good?"

Jeongguk will need a lot of cocaine to keep up with Taehyung, especially in this state, and he nods and attempts a smile, feeling his teeth clatter in his mouth.

"That's my good baby," Taehyung groans in a tone so deep, it makes a chill rock through Jeongguk.

There is only one person who Jeongguk lets his guard down for—lets do anything he pleases. And although Taehyung is absolutely terrifying and will undoubtedly be the death of him, Jeongguk cannot tell him no.

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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Hey since we're talking about jk x puppy oc, what if oc is maybe waiting for jungkook to show up and take her back to her home.??? And of course tae wants the same because he knows oc really belongs with jk, and he was waiting for jungkook to be actually sincere regarding his approach or apology?.

I really want oc to end up with jungkook, because lowkey * we all want her to be with ggukie.. :) *

#teamjk

You're currently bussing on the couch, nervous, waiting, expecting.

Taehyung is glad, albeit a bit bittersweet. You're an absolute sweetheart after all, and he wouldn't mind you staying forever if you'd want to- but at the end of the day, you need to go home. It's best for everyone, and he knows and accepts this. It's not like you're out of the world either. He will still see you pretty much daily.

That's what Jungkook had promised, out of the blue. 'I'll have her by my side wherever I can.'

The doorbell rings, and you visibly jump- turning around to look over the Couch's backrest, tail wagging because that's him. That's him. That's him.

You cling onto the leather tightly. You don't move, but you're anxiously waiting for any moment now. He walks through the door and greets Taehyung before he looks at you, and his eyes soften. They melt like chocolate drops over a hot stove top, all shiny as he smiles, opening his arms.

You almost trip, making him laugh as he catches you.

You didn't care if you had to share him with another dog. You didn't care if he never paid attention to you at all. You didn't care if he would ever love you the way you love him- as long as he would hold you like this, you'd be happy.

Jungkook hasn't seen you this way for a long time.

You don't seem to care about normal human greetings whatsoever, jumping and clinging onto him in happiness as you practically try and melt into him. He just laughs, he's glad, because you're going back home with him.

And back home, it's a little awkward at first.

Of course, things still happened. It's gonna take time for everything to truly resolve, but he's willing to put the effort in it. "Did you give up Bam because of me?" You had asked in the car, all sad and maybe even guiltily. But he had shaken his head, hand running over your head in reassurance.

"No." He'd answered." I've not given up on either of you- Bam is simply staying with my parents now." He'd said.

"So he can visit?" You wonder, and Jungkook had nodded.

Right now, you're busy basically rubbing yourself all over the bed, getting his scent back on you and yours back on the home- and he chuckles. "Sorry." You say, stopping what you do, but he shakes his head.

"Dont ever apologize for something like that." He tells you gently, sitting on the bed next to where you're laying. "I'm happy you're back home." He says, and you smile, grin, turning to hug his middle, tail smacking on the bed with every excited wag.

Yeah. You're happy you're home too.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #bts jungkook #hybrid imagine

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soft-bellied-tannies · 7 months

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A Dinner and Dessert Too Many

Read here or on AO3! - Chubtober Day 2

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“Ggukie! Perfect timing, dinner’s ready!” Jin called out as soon as Jungkook walked in the front door.

Jungkook let out a little sigh as his hand landed on his full stomach, having just gotten pizza with his friends after his evening class was dismissed early - a little post-project celebration.

Just as he was about to say he had already eaten, Jungkook entered the dining room and saw Hoseok and Yoongi bringing a bunch of banchan dishes to the table surrounding a large platter of samgyeopsal.

“Jinnie made your favorite, baby. We know you just turned in your final project so we wanted to spoil you a bit,” Namjoon said with a sweet smile.

Jungkook’s eyes widened, realizing there was no way he could say no to their loving gesture.

“Wow, it smells amazing. Thank you, hyungs.”

He received various responses of love and praise, encouraging him to take a seat while they finished setting the table - telling him he was the guest of honor and deserved to sit and relax while they served him.

With a bolstering deep breath, Jungkook tried to think hungry thoughts and ignore the first dinner in his stomach already. His boyfriends were being so lovely and showed their pride in him so he could reject their gesture.

Taehyung joined them, seeming to have just showered. He smacked a loud kiss on Jungkook’s forehead and said he couldn’t wait to see the younger’s final edit of his short film.

Jin entered from the kitchen with the last round of plates and greeted Jungkook with a kiss as well.

“I hope you’re hungry, I made extra just for you. You deserve it.”

Jungkook smiled and thanked Jin again while trying to think about how much food he was going to eat that night. He could already feel his stomach stretching to make more room.

On a night with an empty stomach, he would have been over the moon with this spread, but right now, Jungkook was simply hoping that the button on his jeans held strong or he would at least get a free moment to unbutton his pants for more space.

Once everyone was seated, Jungkook realized an empty chair was at their table.

Just as he started to ask where the seventh person was, the front door opened, revealing Jimin, who had a beaming smile on his face and a cake box in his hands.

“Bun! You did it! Congratulations!” Jimin declared, opening the box to reveal a beautiful cake from Jungkook’s favorite bakery.

The smile came naturally in response to Jimin’s radiant energy; Jungkook almost grew teary-eyed at the pure show of love for every one of his boyfriends.

He accepted an excited kiss from Jimin and told him the cake looked delicious, even though the thought of eating dessert after the impending second dinner made his head spin.

Jin started dishing out the food as soon as Jimin took his seat, of course, starting with Jungkook, who received a literal mountain of food on his plate. The sight of pork belly stacked up in front of him made Jungkook a little nauseous.

He tried to give himself a little bit of time to digest more of his first dinner by excitedly telling his boyfriends all about his final project. His enthusiasm was genuine since Jungkook was very proud of his work, but the explanation and follow-up questions around the table did help his stomach find some more space.

Jungkook focused the next twenty minutes on Jin’s delicious food and ignored every signal from his brain and body to stop eating. He was more than full, but the food was incredible and made with love, so how could Jungkook possibly seem ungrateful by tapping out early?

Of all days to wear nice clothes for his presentation, it certainly was not working in Jungkook’s favor. The form-fitting waistband of his dress pants offered little to no stretch. It was fighting against the growing bloat of his full stomach, causing a pinching discomfort at his sides.

Surveying the table, Jungkook waited until he could find a window of time where his boyfriends were distracted with conversation. He continued to take small bites as a show that he was still eating his food while the other hand rested on the button of his pants. The moment never came, though, and Jungkook was stuck hoping and praying that he didn’t send the button flying off his waistband. Thankfully, the table was quickly running out of food, and he was able to get down the last few bites of meat on his plate.

Jungkook could have kissed Hoseok when he was the first to stand and start clearing some plates from the table. He knew they would want to immediately cut the cake and give him even more food to power through, so he knew the pants needed to come off first. “Hyungs, is it okay if I go change and get comfortable before we cut the cake?” Jungkook asked sweetly, still sitting down in an attempt to hide his impressive food baby. He always had a big appetite, but he had well and truly overeaten tonight having two dinners back-to-back with large servings at both meals.

“Of course, Gguk-ah, we will give you a pass on cleaning up tonight,” Yoongi replied, placing a kiss on the top of Jungkook’s head as he walked behind him toward the kitchen sink. Jungkook genuinely smiled at Yoongi’s response since he felt very loved and spoiled by his boyfriends. He waited until everyone was mostly away from the table or at least distracted by the discussion of who would do the dishes before he got up.

With a quick turn and the quickest walk he could manage, Jungkook made his way to find his biggest pair of sweatpants and hoodie. He locked himself in the bathroom to change which would have been a red flag to any of his boyfriends had they followed him.

The button on his pants put up a bit of a fight since it had little room to move, but the relief Jungkook felt when he finally got it undone was heavenly. His stomach somehow expanded even more without the constricting band, bigger than he had ever seen his typically flat belly.

Catching a glance of himself in the mirror, Jungkook felt his cheeks warm with embarrassment. He couldn’t believe the state of his bloated middle. How had he convinced himself to be so gluttonous to eat two dinners instead of just being honest?

The unmoving stare at his reflection was finally interrupted when Tae’s voice called out for him to hurry up. Jungkook startled and then began pulling on his comfortable clothes, ignoring the fact that his waistband sitting below his stomach only further emphasized the roundness of his bloated belly.

Pulling on his hoodie to hide the evidence, Jungkook avoided the mirror as he left the bathroom. He made his way back downstairs and found his boyfriends spread out around the living room with Iron Man pulled up on the TV.

The self-loathing part of his brain had been overpowered by the tears threatening his eyes from the absolute kindhearted love of his partners. Jungkook walked further into the room, seeing the open spot in the middle of the sectional for him. However, he also saw the massive serving of cake one of them prepared for him.

Any other night, Jungkook would have been more than excited to dig into the sweet confection, but the thought of eating more still made him a bit nauseous. He slowly took his seat between Jimin and Taehyung, knowing that his affectionate boyfriends would cuddle up to him as soon as they could.

Jungkook instinctively accepted the plate from Namjoon who picked it up and handed it to him with a loving smile, telling him that they were proud of him which was enough to make Jungkook want to cry again. He took a bite right away and thanked Jimin again for picking it up since it was really his favorite.

His stomach accepted the first few bites, finding more room for the new sugary flavor. Jungkook nearly said thank you when Taehyung asked for a bite, happily sharing which probably was shocking to his boyfriends who were used to his more selfish tendencies when it comes to food.

Focusing on the movie was a good enough excuse not to finish his cake, acting as if he didn’t know Taehyung was stealing bites from his extra large slice. Jungkook thought he was in the clear until he felt Jimin’s gentle hand reach across him to cuddle in closer.

Neither Jimin nor Taehyung said a word when they felt him tense up even though they certainly noticed it. While they just continued cuddling him without recognizing Jungkook’s strange behavior, one of their boyfriends was more keenly watching.

The movie came to an end and Jungkook finally felt that he had digested a small portion of his large two-part dinner and dessert. Jimin had fallen asleep on Jungkook’s shoulder with a hand thankfully on his thigh instead of his stomach. Taehyung was just as invested in the movie and didn’t say a word if he noticed anything.

Namjoon gave Jungkook a kiss before picking up Jimin to carry him to bed while Taehyung happily went off to another bedroom with Yoongi and Hoseok who all gave Jungkook their goodnight kisses, leaving Jungkook with Jin.

Jungkook knew he wouldn’t be able to completely hide his still-bloated stomach from Jin, but he was hoping to avoid acknowledging it. His eldest boyfriend offered his hands to help Jungkook up and Jin stepped behind him, instantly noticing the tension in the younger’s shoulders.

Jin wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s waist and kissed his shoulder, one hand slipping below the oversized hoodie. He couldn’t help the smirk when he heard the quiet gasp from Jungkook.

Stopping them from walking so their boyfriends couldn’t hear them, Jin ran his hand up and down Jungkook’s belly and whispered, “Still feeling full, baby?”

“W-What?” Jungkook stuttered out, feeling that warmth return to his cheeks.

“Oh, come on now, you can’t hide from your hyung. You know that,” Jin teased, pinching Jungkook’s side causing the younger to flinch further back into Jin’s chest.

“I-”

“Jungkook-ah, you could’ve told me you were full. I wouldn’t have been upset.”

“But-”

“But…instead, you decided to eat another full dinner and dessert until you couldn’t eat anymore, right?”

Jungkook’s face was on fire now, not only embarrassed to have been caught but knowing the fact that Jin had known the entire time. Had he been thinking rationally, Jungkook would have remembered that Jin had all their shared locations in case of emergencies and surprises so he knew that the youngest was at a pizza place instead of class before coming home.

Deciding he couldn’t fight it now, Jungkook went with the other approach. “Hyung…” he pouted, turning over his shoulder to give Jin his best puppy eyes.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that and keep walking. Maybe hyung will even give you a belly rub if you’re good,” Jin responded, his tone even more teasing than before.

Jungkook whined again but continued up to the other open bedroom, trying to ignore the fact that Jin’s warm hand on his taut stomach felt very comforting. “Don’t tease me, Jinnie-hyung. I just wanted to be grateful since you all did so much to celebrate for me.”

Jin smiled and laid another gentle kiss on Jungkook’s neck. “Our sweet Ggukie. Tell you what, this will be our little secret, okay?”

Even though he originally thought he wanted to take that night to his grave without anyone ever knowing, Jungkook had to admit that Jin’s moderate teasing and tender touch made him think that accidentally eating way too much wasn’t so bad.

#soft bellied tannies #chubby bts #bts feedism #implied feeder jin #sbt chubtober

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