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kitten4sannie · 2 months

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ᴄᴜᴄᴋᴏʟᴅ/ᴄᴜᴍ ᴘʟᴀʏ ➠ ᴍɪɴɢɪ/ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ

pairing: singer/rapper bf! mingi x fem! reader x guitarist! hongjoong

genre: band au, smut

summary: your bf’s band has such a good set, that he doesn’t mind sharing you with the handsy guitarist. anything for his baby. he just wants to assess the damage afterwards.

w.c: 3.2k

warnings: open relationship, mentioned alcohol/drugs use, dom! mingi/hongjoong, joongie’s got a tongue piercing ^^, sub! reader, so muchhh cucky behavior, mxm if your squint, teasing, perversion, dirty talk, degradation, pet names, fingering, oral (receiving), voyeurism/exhibitionism, unprotected rough sex, actual phone sex, creampie, two seconds of cockwarming, cum eating, more oral and fingering, some clit nibbling, squirting

a/n: urgghh im obsessed with tunnel and mingi and hongjoong’s guitar solo and just minjoong in general hhhhhnn also idkw happened but hongjoong is giving me more and more brainworms these days and i just i’m uhhhhh 🧎🏻‍♀️so yeah please enjoy whatever this is <33

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You were always full of nerves before your boyfriend’s band went on, especially when the previous band was finishing up their encore. Hanging out backstage was always hectic too, the venue’s employees running around like headless chickens in pursuit of completing the latest task their manager gave them, members of other bands and their entourages engaging in boisterous conversations, drinking, and doing drugs amongst themselves, their actions up to par with the touring lifestyle. It wasn’t until you ran into the guitarist of your boyfriend’s band, Hongjoong, that your nerves doubled, but for a different reason.

“Y/N, there you are. Where have you been, huh?” Hongjoong greeted you with a hug, resting his solo cup against your lower back, his free hand moving down to your ass, squeezing it a few times through your skirt, sighing against your skin, his body relaxing against yours. “I missed my stress toy…”

“Joong,” you whined, pushing gently at his leather bound chest, your hand almost getting tangled in one of his silver chained necklaces. “You always get so grabby before a show. What if Mingi sees?”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes, leaning his face into your neck, alcohol on his breath. “You know he wants to see it. And it’s not my fault I can't keep my hands off you. Just look at you…” The buzzed guitarist gazed down at your body with hooded eyes, his jaw tightening up more and more the longer he pictured what you looked like folded up for him and taking everything he had to give. “You’d look so good underneath me, baby. Spread open all nice and wide…fuck….”

“Joongie, please…” you whispered, squeezing your thighs together, pressing your back into the concrete wall behind you, feeling him press further into you as a result.

“You can beg for me after the show, sweetheart. Just let me get a peek, okay?” Knowing he had you right where he wanted you, Hongjoong slowly ran a calloused finger along your jaw, down your neck to your rising chest, pleased with the way your breath hitched, his dark eyes flitting between your gaze and the slope of your bare tits through your thin white tank top, unable to resist pulling down the neckline of your top until he had a good view of your pebbled nipples. “Look at that. You’re just aching to be touched, aren’t you?”

You were so wet, you could’ve sworn that you were about to drip all over the backstage floor, barely able to form any coherent words besides a small ‘yeah’, letting the perverted guitarist grab at your hips, his fingers pressing into your hip bones, a low groan leaving his lips.

“Wanna fuck you, baby, wanna make you mine,” Hongjoong sighed into your ear, about to describe his needs in detail and put his hands all over you when Mingi came around the corner, a lollipop poking through his cheek, his ringed fingers rubbing at the mascara near his lash line.

Mingi stopped in his tracks, towering over the both of you due to the studded boots he always wore during his shows. He studied you, noticing how flushed you were and how hard you were already breathing. He couldn’t help but to pull his sweet lollipop out to bite at his plump lip, his cock ready to come to life. “Oh? What’s this about, sugar?”

“Babyy, there you are,” you greeted, bouncing on your heels, making grabby hands at your boyfriend.

In return, Mingi lifted you up and spun you around in a tight hug, making sure to press a kiss to your cheek before putting you back down in front of his favorite bandmate.

“Joongie’s being all needy again,” you giggled, leaning back against Hongjoong’s chest.

“Can’t help it.” Hongjoong casually handed his drink to Mingi who took it and knocked it back, wrapping his arms around you from behind, leaning his head on your shoulder, a sickening smirk gracing his feline-like lips. “Hey, Minnie. Wanna make a bet?”

“What kind of bet?” Mingi licked at the corner of his salivating mouth, pulling at the crotch of his heavy, chained pants, his cock pressed against one of his thighs, growing harder just from seeing the way you fit perfectly inside his bandmate’s arms. Shit.

“If I nail my guitar solo tonight, will you let me have Y/N for a night?” Hongjoong requested, nuzzling his face against your heated cheek, making a small pouty face at his dear bandmate.

Mingi knew he shouldn’t be getting this worked up before a show, but it might make him perform better if he was thinking about how bad he wanted you, and how he couldn’t have you until Hongjoong did. He knew the odds of Hongjoong hitting every single note perfectly was a 50/50 chance. His chances were even lower if he had access to a bottle of jack that night, though Mingi was aware that his bandmate was quite skilled with his calloused fingers, only knowing because you wouldn’t shut up about it a few nights ago.

The lead singer decided he would push all his chips onto the table, knowing he would have his darling to himself either way. You belonged to him, whether you were filled with another man’s load or not. “Sure, as long as you make sure my baby cums.” He sent a charming smile your way, bringing his hand up to caress your cheek, chuckling softly when you pressed a kiss to the side of his thumb, your lips making contact with the cold metal of his large skull ring.

“Hear that, princess? Min wants me to have you,” Hongjoong purred into your ear from the other side. “And so do you, huh? Is that cunt of yours dripping already? I think we should have a litle peek...” Knowing all three of you would enjoy it, the guitarist snaked his hands around your waist from behind, lifting your skirt up for only Mingi to see, rubbing his rough fingers along your bare cunt.

“I-i heard,” you gasped, grasping at Mingi’s oversized sweater, your fingers going into one of the torn holes it had, leaning your head back against Hongjoong’s shoulder, trying not to make any noise when Mingi joined in, slipping two of his fingers into your pulsing cunt, the feeling of his rings stretching you out further making you jolt.

“You know what I hear? How fucking wet you already are for us.” Hongjoong said into your ear, his digits rubbing roughly into your clit, his eyes on Mingi’s hooded ones, licking at his lips. “Your girlfriend is such a slut, Min. God, I love it.”

“She loves it too,” Mingi replied in a gravelly voice, stepping a little closer to cage you against Hongjoong, pushing the lollipop into your mouth to watch you suck on it. “But you still belong to me…Don’t you, baby?”

“Of course, Minnie. I’m only yours.” You nodded obediently up at him, crunching some of the lollipop in between your teeth when Mingi added another digit inside your tight hole, your thighs trembling slightly.

“That’s my girl.” Your boyfriend gave you a pretty smile, pressing his hand against the wall near your head to further display his dominance over you, his eyes fixed on your submissive gaze, and the way you just let him fill you up with his thick fingers, his bandmate’s fingers still working you clit like he would would a six string. “Fuck…you’re so sexy like this, baby…”

“Try not to blow your load before the show,” Hongjoong mused, his smirk growing more and more reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat’s. He was about to tease Mingi more when the previous band sang their last angsty lyric and shredded their remaining guitar notes, silence filling up the air for only a moment, before there was an immediate uproar of rowdy cheers and shouts from the pumped up crowd.

Your boyfriend’s band was up next and you couldn’t wait to watch them from the sidelines, ready to catch their occasional hungry glances, knowing they were ready to tear you apart once they finished their heavy, energy filled set.

Mingi delivered as usual, showing off his impressive duality, going from spitting quick, head-turning bars with a devilish smirk on his sweaty face, to expressing emotional, thought provoking lyrics with a soft, expressive voice that would have anyone shedding a tear, his face contorted in melancholic concentration, his hands wrapped tightly around his mic, his dominating stage presence alone having the entire venue in a chokehold throughout the entire set.

Hongjoong arguably delivered just as well, consistently shredding notes on his sleek guitar with a borderline psychotic look in his eyes and a heinous grin that would make the Devil himself blush, working his rough, agile fingers song after heavy song, never failing to provide Mingi with his own unique back-up vocals. And just like clockwork, despite being a bit tipsy and high on some kind of illegal drug, Hongjoong captivated the large audience with his infamous guitar solo, making everybody in the crowd cream themselves with his nasty riffs. All Hongjoong could do after was push back his sweaty hair and send Mingi a shit-eating smirk, that was returned with a soft chuckle and head shake. He made sure to give you a look too, though this time he had his fingers held up in a V, his pierced tongue sticking out in between them.

You were in for a busy night.

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“Hey, eyes on me, baby…” Hongjoong commanded in a low whisper from below you, sitting comfortably on his knees, using his thumbs to keep your cunt spread open for him, watching you writhe around against the wall of the spacious hotel shower, beads of water dripping through his damp bangs and past his smudged eyeliner, pooling in the crevices of his collar bone, the rest trickling down along his dangling necklaces.

He had easily coaxed you inside his hotel room, not having to do much to get you in his shower, claiming he needed to cool down after giving it his all during the show — though he still made sure to give you his all during your own private show, using his calloused, dexterous fingers to play with your body, delighted with the pretty, wanton sounds he created, wanting nothing more than to write a song about how delicious you looked in that moment — flushed, transfixed on his pierced tongue lapping at your throbbing clit, and moaning out the little pet name you gave him.

“That’s it….” The side of his lips quirked up a bit at the pout you gave him, before he pursed them and sent a wad of spit directly into you, pushing two fingers back inside you to rub it around your tight, pulsing walls. “I love when you look at me like that.”

“Like what, Joong?” you breathed out, running your fingers through his wet hair, gripping the sides of his head, your thighs beginning to feel like jelly from the way Hongjoong was finger-fucking you into ecstasy.

“Like you want my cock,” he sighed, unable to keep himself from diving back into your cunt, lapping at your clit and slit like a pussydrunk maniac, easily slipping a third finger inside you.

“I do…! I need your cock, Joongie, please,” you moaned out, so close to your high that you began to push his face into your cunt, rubbing it against his moving tongue, his piercing repeatedly catching on your clit, driving more pleasured moans out of you, neither of you aware in that moment that your dear perverted boyfriend sat on the other side of the wall, standing fully clothed in his own shower and jerking himself off with fervid desperation, his jeans hanging loosely around his jolting hips.

“You’ll have it, baby, I promise. Cum on my tongue first,” he said with his lips against your soaked cunt, curling his fingers and rubbing at the gummy spot inside you, sending you over the edge, sticking his tongue out to catch your arousal on it, his cock throbbing at the sound of his name mixed with swears being cried out by his bandmate’s pretty girlfriend.

Soon, you grew docile and dazed, wrapping your limbs around him as soon as he stood up and carried you over to his bed, not wasting any time sending a few drops of spit down onto your hot cunt and plugging it up with his thick cock.

Mingi felt like he was going to melt, his brain and body going into overdrive over the fact that his beloved bandmate was busy putting a baby in his baby, making her feel so good she was starting to cry, his cock throbbing inside his closed fist, listening closely to the pants and moans that made their way into his pierced, attentive ears, along with the incessant creaking of the mattress springs — though the disruptive banging sounds of the wooden bedframe hitting the thin wall contended for Mingi’s attention as well.

“Joong..! It’s so good, you’re so good,” he heard you whine out in a broken voice, not hearing the rest of your cries due to Hongjoong stuffing two fingers into your willing mouth. Mingi couldn’t help but want to drown in his sin, pulling his phone out of his back pocket.

You looked to your phone with half-closed eyes, watching the way it buzzed against the moving mattress, your legs suddenly getting closer to your body, Hongjoong lifting your lower half up to fuck into you even deeper than before, rendering you speechless from the pressure of his heated body on yours.

“Answer it, baby,” Hongjoong huffed from above you, his necklaces dragging along your flushed skin with each sloppy thrust, blowing a bit of wet hair out of his half-lidded eyes.

“Mingi,” you sighed into the receiver, trying to catch your breath, knowing you were on the edge of ecstasy with the way your body was starting to feel heavy, despite the feeling like you were ready to float away. “I’m gonna cum, baby, it– aaah, oh my god…!”

“Cum for me, princess. Let me hear how pretty you sound cumming on his cock,” Mingi moaned back, squeezing his hand around his length, his eyes ready to roll underneath his eyelids.

Hongjoong put his entire body weight onto you, his lips sliding across your neck to leave a few marks, his cock throbbing against your tight inner walls, pounding into you a few more times before he painted them white. “M’ cumming inside your girl, Minnie, it’s feel so fucking good…”

It was when Hongjoong bit down onto your neck that you catapulted over the edge, grabbing at the guitarist’s bare back, digging your nails into his skin. “Mingiii, he’s filling me up…it won’t stop…”

“Oh god, baby, oh my god.” Mingi huffed and huffed, his entire body tensing up as he drove himself over the edge right after you, splashes of cum landing on his rapidly rising chest and abdomen.

You simply laid there making small squeaks from the aftershocks of your orgasm, while Hongjoong stayed put inside you, his soft, deflated cock suddenly twitching with newfound interest, a light bulb appearing inside his hazy brain. “Min, I want you to come over here. You need to see the mess I made inside your girlfriend…”

And just like that, Mingi made his way over to the next door hotel room, fumbling with his loose pants and the doorknob, wiggling till it unlocked. He kicked his jeans off once inside the half-lit room, climbing onto the bed to join the both of you, having the same intensely horny, almost deranged look in his eye that he usually had before a show.

“Baby, look,” you sighed out, spreading your thighs open, while Hongjoong pulled out inch by inch, until a flood of creamy white liquid bubbled out of your pulsing hole, dripping down your thighs and onto the already damp mattress below.

Before Mingi could properly access the arousing situation, drool falling from his moaning mouth, Hongjoong suddenly grabbed him by the hair, pushing his head down in between your legs. “You wanna clean it up, don’t you, Minnie? Come on, be a good boy and lick up the mess I left inside her.”

Blushing, Mingi lapped at the mess of cum and slick, using his fingers to scoop the rest out into his eager mouth, Hongjoong’s hand still pressing his face further into your used cunt, eventually letting go when he started to go at it, watching his bandmate’s tongue swipe at your clit and slit. Mingi didn’t even seem to notice, too busy drowning in his baby’s sweet cunt to have any awareness, his hands clutching your trembling thighs.

“Gonna cum again,” you whined out, unable to speak when your boyfriend suddenly lifted his fingers up to your mouth to suck on them, his lips sucking around your sensitive clit, his dark, glazed over eyes focused solely on the way you seemed to completely fall apart in front of his and his best friend.

“Think you can get her to squirt?” Hongjoong asked from beside him, resting one of his hands on your moving thighs, holding it down so that you couldn’t close them.

Mingi glanced over at Hongjoong, rolling his mascara-smudged eyes, knowing exactly what to do to make his baby feel so good she sobbed. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, instead pushing three of them inside you, curling them up until you cried out. With his other hand, he forcefully pushed Hongjoong’s head down onto your cunt next. “Lick,” he commanded gruffly, concentrating solely on fucking you into ecstasy with his thick fingers.

Moaning against your cunt, Hongjoong lapped and nibbled on your throbbing clit, his cold piercing dragging over your sensitive flesh, feeling his bandmate’s fingers tugging at his hair, eliciting another muffled moan from him.

“Bite it. Bite her clit and make her cum,” Mingi demanded through gritted teeth, working your cunt like he always did, enjoying the sight of you writhing around, unable to speak or think, knowing his pretty baby was experiencing some of the best pleasure of her life thanks to him and his friend.

It was when Hongjoong bit down and moved your clit in between his teeth, Mingi’s fingers still moving relentlessly inside your clenching cunt, that you screamed, your boyfriend’s slick-covered fingers going back into your mouth to keep you from waking up everyone else in the hotel. Both bandmates watched as a small fountain of liquid squirted from your pulsing cunt, seeping into the mattress and turning it dark.

A few moments of silence went by, before Hongjoong gave Mingi a sickening smile. “Bet you can’t get her to do that with your cock.”

Mingi shook his head, blowing his wet bangs out of his eyes. “Of course I can. She’s my baby. I know her body like the back of my hand. I’ll make her drench the both of us.”

Hongjoong giggled softly, tilting his head to the side, his eyes flitting from you to Mingi. “Wanna make a bet?”

You were definitely in for a long night.

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v-hope · 5 years

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He finds out you bias a member from another group

Pairings: OT7 x Reader

Genre: Fluff... idk about crack and suggestive but... maybe like sprinkles of it in some?

Request by @incrediblybiased: “BTS reaction to finding out your bias from another group?”

A/N: Hello it me, still with a lil bit of writers block but I hope this is worth reading. Enjoy? Hopefully? 💞

Kim Seokjin

“Okay, who is this?” Seokjin asked out of nowhere, slumping down by your side on the couch as he held his phone up for you to look at.

At the sight of the picture his mobile was displaying, you could do nothing but roll your eyes. A picture of no other than Bang Chan being the one he had chosen to show you.

“Jin” you whined, “ever since I told you he’s my bias you’ve been–”

“Who is this?” he repeated, bluntly cutting off your words.

Although rolling your eyes again, a smirk curved up your lips this time. “A very beautiful man”.

Completely unfazed at such answer he had been expecting, he put the phone down and later pressed his wrists together, placing his opened hands bellow his face. “And who is this?”

“An absolute idiot who just so happens to own my heart”.

“Yah!” he scolded you, tilting his body back out of impression. “So he’s beautiful and I’m an idiot?”

“I literally said my heart is y–”

“No, no” he shook his head, grabbing his phone and unlocking it right then. “Let’s go again” he stated, showing you Chan’s picture again. “Who is this?”

“A very beautiful man” you kept your previous answer.

“And who is this?” he once again motioned to himself.

A breathy laugh escaped your lips as you replied: “The most handsome moron there is”.

That sounded more like it.

Nevertheless, he decided to push it just a little more: “Who you love dearly?”

You nodded your head in amusement. “Who I, for some reason, love dearly”.

Ha. Take that, Bang Chan.

Min Yoongi

“You know, when you told me Baekhyun was your bias, I didn’t expect… this…” Yoongi let out as his eyes remained fixed on the other end of your room.

Because one thing was for you to warn him Baekhyun had been your bias ever since forever before visiting your parents’ house back in your hometown, and a very different one was for you to have a life size cutout of him in there.

A cutout placed right next to your closet, which couldn’t help but catch your boyfriend’s eye first thing as he entered your old bedroom for the first time.

“I was a teenager!” you tried to defend yourself as you could already feel the burning heat reach your cheeks. “And anyway, it was way before I met you”.

Not really paying attention to your words and with puffed cheeks, Yoongi stared at the cardboard for a couple of seconds, seeming almost lost in his own mind before he let out the air he had been holding and took a few long steps towards it.

“What are you doing?” you questioned with a raised eyebrow after watching him lift your precious possession up and open your closet’s door.

“He needs to leave” he simply stated, messily shoving it inside before he closed the door. “I can’t have his cold eyes on us as we share a room... especially since we know each other”.

Well, that did sound pretty reasonable.

However, when you were back home and a life size cutout of no other than your own boyfriend arrived on the mail, you knew Yoongi was neither forgetting about said incident nor ever letting you live it down.

But hey, at least now you would have a cardboard boyfriend to replace the real one whenever he was on tour.

Jung Hoseok

“Ten?” he wondered with furrowed eyebrows and pouty lips, not having expected that answer at all after having asked you if he was your bias. “As in, Ten from NCT, Ten?”

“Is there any other?” you couldn’t help but show your amusement.

“But–” as impossible as it may had seemed, his eyebrows furrowed even more.

“But?” you wondered, trying to give him the push you knew he needed after his mouth had been shut close.

Just like that, he asked: “Why would you bias him when you have me?”

“Huh?”

Hoseok sighed, resting his elbows on the mattress to get a better look at you. “I mean, like… he’s a dancer, his nose is pointy… his smile is like...” he shrugged, allowing you to understand where he was coming from. “I have those things, too”.

“Oh, sue me for having a type, won’t you?”

Both your words and the pretty visible roll of eyes you had given him had him rolling his own in a second, letting his body slump down on his bed.

“Okay, so you have a type, great” he huffed, causing a small laugh to escape your throat as you crawled over to him and rested your chest on his. “But I’m like… the supreme out of all the people who are your type, right?”

“Jung Hoseok” you tried to call his attention, not being able to hide the huge smile displaying on your lips.

“Yeah?”

“You are the definition of my type”.

Well then. As long as no one removed him from that spot in your life, he guessed he could deal with someone else being your bias.

Kim Namjoon

“Penny for your thoughts?” he wondered, taking a seat beside you as he tried to peek at what you had been staring at for the past minutes on your phone.

“Jae is so amazing” you said in a dreamy way, not giving your words much thought.

Namjoon, on the other hand, did have a lot to think about your words.

“Jae?” he questioned, tilting his head back for a second there before he was back at it again trying to look at your phone.

“Yes, Jae” you confirmed, shifting on the couch to make more room for your boyfriend; allowing him to rest his chin on your shoulder and turning the screen towards him. “Day6? Ring a bell?”

“Oh!” his mouth formed a perfect ‘o’. “Yeah, I know him. So what, you like him?”

“Mhm…” you hummed, not taking your eyes away from your mobile. “I’ve always had a thing for guitarists and he’s just…” not knowing how to express yourself, you let out a sigh instead, letting your head fall on Joon’s.

“What about rappers, though?” he wondered, taking his chin away from your shoulder so he could look you in the eye. “Don’t you have a thing for us, too?”

“Oh, I do” you affirmed with a determined nod of your head. “But guitarists… ugh, I love them. Besides, you know what they say about their fingers and their magic”.

Okay, you were full on taunting him now. But two could play this game, and Namjoon was not getting behind with the teasing. So, with a smirk making its way on his lips, he leaned in until his forehead was resting on yours.

“Okay, but have you ever heard of....” his hand ever so tenderly travelling down your body sent shivers down your spine, “rappers and their tongues?”

Not like you had not experienced that firsthand already… but being reminded of it wouldn’t hurt.

Park Jimin

“Wait, so you’re telling me I’m not your bias?”

The dumbfounded look in his eyes and the way his lower lip was prominently sticking out should’ve been reason enough for you to comfort him. However, you found yourself being tempted enough to tease him just a little bit more instead.

“Nope” you made sure to finish that word with a loud ‘pop’. “You’re my boyfriend”.

“Isn’t that…” he stopped for a second to recollect his thoughts. “Aren’t those two things like, connected? Am I not supposed to be your bias if you’re dating me?”

It was fair to say, he was not talking this brand new information pretty well.

“Mm…” you thought about it for a moment. “I don’t know? Either way it’s not that deep, baby” a light laugh escaped your lips, lovingly cupping his face in your hands.

You were right, he thought – that being the reason he softly nodded his head, contently receiving the chaste kiss you had just pressed down on his lips.

“Just for the record” he spoke up, being his turn to cup your cheeks to make sure you’d pay attention to his next words: “If you ever met him–”

“I’d make sure to let him and everyone else know I am happily taken by the love of my life” you reassured him, knowing what he would ask before he could even finish his sentence.

Jimin smiled brightly. “And that’s me, right?”

“The one and only”.

And that was all that really mattered to him. After all, being the love of your life did beat being your bias big time, didn’t it?

Kim Taehyung

Taehyung didn’t have a jealous bone in his body.

Or so he liked to think, because his heart speeding up and the overall unpleasant feeling in his chest as he looked at you and Kim Jungwoo comfortably talking a few meters away from him at the after party, said otherwise.

It wasn’t the fact that he had found out the night before that the NCT member was your bias, or the fact that you had let him know how bad you wanted to talk to him that night. No, that wasn’t it, for he trusted you with his life.

No, it was the heart eyes said guy was giving you what was upsetting him so much.

So, neither with a plan nor caring about looking like an idiot, he excused himself from Jimin and sprinted towards where you were, easing himself into your conversation by placing his arm around your shoulder.

“Hey” he greeted Jungwoo with a small yet polite nod before his eyes focused on you. “Baby, we’re leaving”.

“So soon?” you asked – disappointment written all over your face.

Taehyung simply nodded, later looking to the guy in front of you: “Sorry to take my girlfriend away just like that, but I need her to go home with me now”.

Your eyebrows knitted together. “Something happened?”

“Oh, no. No, just…” he bit down on his lower lip while he thought of his next words carefully, “there’s something I need your help with… downstairs”.

Now, if he hadn’t been so blunt about it, you might have not choked on air, and maybe then Jungwoo wouldn’t have had a clue about what Tae had meant. But now he sure did.

Saying your awkward goodbyes to a somewhat taken aback Jungwoo, you followed your boyfriend to the exit.

“I didn’t know jealous Taehyung could be so inappropriate”.

“Not jealous” he argued.

“Oh, come on. You even suggested we were going back home to have sex just for him to know we’re together”.

This time, a proud, playful smirk was soon to form on his lips as he leaned closer to your ear. “You’re right, I might be jealous, but I didn’t lie about what we’re doing when we get home”.

He did need some physical reassurement after all.

Jeon Jeongguk

“Guk-ah, please, please, please let’s go talk to him” you begged as you wrapped your arms around his bicep and pulled him closer to you.

Jeongguk rolled his eyes, glancing over the guy you had recognized a few seconds ago, before he focused them back on you. “I’m not sure I want you to meet the guy you just called your bias…” he sheepishly admitted.

A pout was quick to form on your lips. “Come on” you gently caressed his arm. “How come you’ve talked to IU before and I’ve said nothing about it?”

“It’s different” he stated immediately, earning a questioning raise of eyebrow from you that made him continue: “You know I would never actually go for her… and besides, she’s older, she wouldn’t look at me that way either”.

“Oh, so you’re saying I would leave you for Jaehyun?” the cold tone in your voice had him shaking his head no in a heartbeat.

“No! But–” he shrugged, looking at the guy on the other side of the venue, “nothing would stop him from going for you”.

This time, a defeated sigh escaped your lips. Although you didn’t think that was completely true, you could see his point, which is why you unwrapped one of your arms from around his and raised your hand to cup his cheek to make him look at you.

“Not like he actually would, but… have a little faith in me?” you smiled softly, loving the way his doe eyes were staring at you right then. “I would never leave you for anyone else, no matter who they are”.

Jeongguk smiled sweetly, puckering his lips for you to lean in and close the space between your mouths; which you didn’t hesitate to do with a smile already curving up your lips – one that only grew wider the moment he managed to steal another brief peck from you.

“You think he saw that?” he mumbled when your lips were no longer attached but faintly brushing over each other.

You scoffed at his question. “Why don’t we go find out?”

Entirely losing your touch on him and starting to walk over Jaehyun to say ‘hi’, you couldn’t help but tilt your head back and let out a throaty laugh as you felt a whiny Jeongguk follow hot on your heels to try and stop you from it.

Well, at least he tried.

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vantemei · 6 years

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“yoongi would you stop overreacting? i promised you dinner and you're getting dinner."

"no, i'm getting ambushed by this stupid younger brother you're dragging me out to meet!"

one solid glare from seokjin silences the frowning blonde and namjoon snickers, patting yoongi's shoulder sympathetically. "taehyungie's a sweet kid hyung, and you've been jin-hyung's roommate for two years, of course he wants you to meet his precious younger brother."

"i thought they weren't even related?" yoongi huffed. seokjin cast another firm look over his shoulder and yoongi shrugged innocently. "we aren't. we adopted taehyungie when he was eleven. but he's my brother and he always will be."

"oh...sorry hyung." yoongi winces at the clearly sensitive topic but jin just gives a forgiving smile and lights up as they finally approach the cafe where they're supposed to be meeting this apparently universally loved younger kim.

seokjin is the first person inside and he hurriedly tugs yoongi and namjoon after him, eyes scanning the cafe until they come across a figure sitting comfortably at the corner table.

"taehyung!"

the poor kid barely has enough time to stand up before jin is pulling him into a death grip, cooing over how much his 'little taehyungie' has grown.

taehyung whines but smiles as he hugs seokjin just as tight before pulling away to catch his breath and give the other two a blinding smile.

yoongi is a bit taken back by how big taehyung is. from the way seokjin always cooed about him yoongi was expecting a baby faced fifteen year old. not the attractive, four inch taller, deep voiced college student that stands in front of him with a smile that could challenge jung hoseok to a sunshine-off. but he takes it in stride, noting the kid's slight daegu accent with a bit of warmth as he introduces himself as kim taehyung, 21 year old SNU music and chemistry major.

all in all he seems like a good kid, a bit shy and excitable at times - honestly he's almost as extroverted and happy as yoongi's best friend hoseok - and he's cutesy, pulling out cringe-worthy aegyeo after getting a message and telling seokjin he had band practice. apparently he's the piano player of a classical band with some friends.

seokjin reluctantly agrees to let him leave for practice and fusses about the brunette's cowlick, easily seen in his smooth hair, before letting him slip out of the cafe with a finger heart and 'nice meeting you!' thrown over his shoulder. yoongi admires his exit strategy.

"so what did you think of taehyungie?" seokjin asks once they're back in their apartment, leaning over an arm of the couch as yoongi struggles to pull his skinny jeans up, hopping in place a few times before he sighs in relief and fastens his belt.

"cute kid. he seems pretty shy though, what's with that? and you didn't tell me he was from daegu."

"taehyungie has always been a pretty reserved child-" "he's twenty one" "-ever since i met him. he didn't have a good family before us and he actually didn't talk at all for the first year. one day i found him playing on the old piano in the school music room and that was the first time i ever heard his voice. he was singing a folk song his mother used to sing for him. after that he slowly opened up and started talking. it took a while but i'm proud of how far he's come."

yoongi nods, processing, and he bites his lip. maybe the kid wasn't as two dimensional as he seemed. "you should talk to him about piano some time. he doesn't have many friends and i'm always worried about how he's doing. of course this kid would only start college a year after i've finished." seokjin sighs and yoongi hums. "yeah sure. i wouldn't mind,"

seokjin grins and shoots a flying kiss at yoongi who bats his hand at it, grinning as he double checks for his headphones in his bag, pulling on his black converse.

"good luck at your gig tonight yoongi, give joonie a kiss for me!" yoongi pauses in the doorway and cocks an eyebrow.

"are you telling me to kiss your boyfriend?"

"yup!"

"gross."

seokjin's windshield wiper laugh fills the apartment as yoongi shuts the door and takes the stairs two at a time and quickly hops in namjoon's beat up green truck, mentally going over the songs for tonight in his head.

yoongi has been an underground rapper for about two years now and he's pretty proud of the attention he's managed to draw. with namjoon at his side they're doing as many gigs as they can to get as much attention as possible before they announce the small tour they've been planning for the past ten months.

neither yoongi or namjoon talk much on the way there. they have a routine at this point and it takes a while for them to hype themselves up, each having their own routine before they get up on stage and expose themselves to the crowd.

they're about two hours early which means they're up next after whatever band is playing now. the crowd seems to be loving whoever it is as screams and tremors shake the venue. it's just a warehouse with a stage but there's a bar on one side and the speaker system is no joke, the lights dimmed and the room caste in a hazy glow.

namjoon splits to listen to the recordings of his set list over and over and yoongi heads to the crowd. he likes immersing himself in the mentality of the crowd before going in front of it. it always helps give him an idea of how he wants to preform.

tonight the crowd seems especially passionate, heavily saturating the room and throbbing with energy as they crowd forward. the band playing is good but yoongi isn't really paying attention until he notices the lead singers voice.

its deep and raspy and probably one of the hottest voices he's ever heard. the music itself is good; higher quality than the venue it's being played in that's for sure, and the lyrics are deep- relatable in the way a generation can share a story despite exempt details.

yoongi finally looks up at the stage.

he's in roughly the middle of the crowd so he has a good view of the whole thing. he casts his eyes over the drummer, a guy with bright pink hair that's pushed back with sweat and messy, like hands have been running through it, is pounding into the drums with everything he's got, muscles bulging under the flimsy faded tank not doing much to cover them and large tattooed kanji trailing over one side of his abdomen.

on the opposite side of the stage is the lead guitarist, throbbing arm muscles trapped in a red leather jacket over a black shirt and tight black pants. his fingers are sliding over the neck of the guitar and his tongue is poking out his lips, brows furrowed in concentration and sweat slicked black hair parted to the side.

finally yoongi's eyes land on center stage, growing wider and wider in shock as he focuses on where the lead singer stands, toned thighs bulging where they're trapped inside the tightest leather pants yoongi has ever seen and arms straining against the black leather jacket that rests over the loose black deep v neck shirt that exposes delicious looking collarbones.

but that's not what makes yoongi choke on his spit and suddenly question everything he has ever known. it's the fact that this man, this fucking sex god looking, majestic ass, growling, life/sexuality altering being that stands on the stage like he owns it is kim taehyung.

the same kim taehyung he met a little over five hours ago in a cafe who blushed when he introduced himself and looked like he was nothing but soft smiles and pastel sweaters over light blue skinny jeans. kim seojin's innocent younger brother who can't make friends because he's too shy dorky. that kim taehyung.

that kim taehyung is not the person above him right now.

his eyes are smoky and smudged with eyeliner and are those green contacts? his hair is messy and parted to the side over a red bandanna tied around his forehead. around his neck is a thick black collar with a silver ring on the front and it makes yoongi sweat. he looks like sin on legs as he gives smoldering bedroom eyes to the crowd.

yoongi finally starts to listen to the lyrics taehyung is growling out with that sinful voice and he bites his tongue.

the words are raw the meaning clear; a fuck you to those who persecute the strange, an anthem to the different, a battle cry for the broken. he listens to it attentively, taking in the people around him; screaming, crying, jumping to the beat and reaching for taehyung as if he's a god and they are but simple creatures falling at his feet, laid raw by the power of his voice and the strength of his words. taehyung reaches back, hand outstretched to his followers, fingers brushing though them as if they were grass, aching for the touch of his sun.

his eyes pass over the crowd and yoongi finds himself locking eyes with unnatural green over warm brown for less than a moment but yoongi feels as if he’s been struck by lightening, his skin burning and the smell of ozone flooding his senses.

taehyung looks even more like a god, hair spiked with sweat, skin slick and glowing like molten gold, lips stretched red and raw around the lyrics, veins bulging beneath the collar as he hits high notes with a practiced grace. his voice is an echoing roar in yoongi's mind, the gravely tones scraping against his walls like nails as he tears down all of yoongi's outer defenses until he feels naked, like a blank page to be filled by the words of man in front of him.

the song ends and taehyung's lips stretch in a smile very different from the boxy grin that resembled sunshine. instead it's a smirk that promises shadows as he bows towards the crowd, panting as he breaks into an easy grin and throws his arm over the guitarist's shoulder, the both of them walking to pull the drummer into a hug before they bow together and stumble off stage, arms thrown around each other for support after the exhausting set.

fifteen minutes later yoongi is standing back stage, getting ready to walk out with namjoon who had spent up until the last five minutes in the backroom tuning out the world and was therefor none the wiser, and all he can think about is the way taehyung looked on stage tonight.

yoongi knows he's definitely going to hell as he walks out on stage, hat pulled low and signature red jacket dragging down to his knees and hopefully covering his half present boner, and has the image of taehyung panting into the microphone cross his mind one more time before he opens his mouth and goes off.

#so i wrote this like two years ago but never put it on tumblr so here u go #bask in the glow au #taegi #listen to hyung #university au #band au #kim taehyung #min yoongi #taegi fanfic #taegi au #bts taegi #bts #bts au #if it wasnt clear #the drummer is jimin and the guitarist is jeongguk

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Killing Me Softly // Chapter 2

CIGARETTE Sequel (read that first) Pairing: Jaehyungparkian // Park Jaehyung x Kang Younghyun Word Count: 2845 // smoking, make out, implied sex, mention of suicide & self-harm, more artists //

Summary: Younghyun wanted to give up music and go back to his cigarette addiction. But every ounce of sentiment he has pulls him back to the world of notes and melodies. It’s not the cylindrical rolls containing harmful materials that are killing him, it’s the other cigarette of his life; the cigarette that has been long gone; the cigarette known as Park Jaehyung.

CHAPTER 1: Photograph Chapter 2: Dance

This was already uploaded completely on ao3, aff and twitter but I forgot I haven’t posted chapter 2 and 3 here yet. So here it is.

Younghyun wets his face before staring at the mirror. As droplets of water fall to the sink, episodes from few hours ago invade his mind.

"Sungjin," Jae uttered after the black-haired hastily took the lighter from his hand and put it in his pocket.

"Oh," his friend gestured a small bow to Younghyun but the latter just looked at him sharply "I was just wondering why you're suddenly gone."

"I just want to get some air, y'know I don't like the smell of cigarette," the taller shrugged.

Sungjin, the buzz-cut young man, eyed the cigarette butt between Younghyun's fingers before nodding to Jae. "I'll stay with you here then."

"No, it's okay," Jae showed a small smile "I'll go back in a while. Just wait for me inside."

Sungjin glanced at the black-haired, who was looking blankly at the parked cars in front of them, again before nodding to Jae and went back inside.

"Sungjin, huh?" Younghyun quizzed after the buzz-cut guy left. "Your new partner?" He asked--pertaining to a lover (or an almost lover).

Jae nodded--thinking that he was talking about partner in music.

Younghyun rolled his eyes as his jaw clenched. He did not even deny it. He huffed a sharp breath. Well, I don't care. It's not like we used to be a couple. He was just my cigarette; I was just an obligation to him.

"Well, good for you," he deadpanned which caused the other to furrow his forehead.

Good for Jae, huh? Then why is it that he's disheveling his hair out of frustration? He washes his face again before marching back to his apartment's living room.

He grabs the lighter, that he got from Jae earlier, on the center table and takes his fourth bottle of beer before going to the veranda. He rests his elbows on the railing after taking a gulp from his bottle. His right thumb traces the tape on the lighter before he flips it to look at the color.

"Azure," he smiles bitterly as another memory flashes on his mind.

"What are you doing?" Younghyun asked the taller after standing beside him at the veranda.

Jaehyung shook his head and gave a tight smile. "Do you ever look at a person and think 'Oh, this color suits him'?" The fox-eyed turned to him with an eyebrow raised. "Like, when you look at me, you think of a color? Because I do."

Their eyes locked for a couple of seconds before they voiced out their thoughts. "Blue," they uttered at the same time which earned chuckles from both of them.

Jae looked at the lighter in his hand before raising it; making the sky as its background.

"They're almost the same," the older smiled as he compared the lighter and the sky before putting down his hand. "Some people may associate blue with melancholy but I see the sky every time I look at you--the sky which makes you want to spread your wings and soar the vast, to be free and to forget everything; the sky that will make you smile, because psychologically speaking, blue makes you feel at ease."

The older turned his head to look at the younger again, who was already looking at him. They stare at each other's eyes for another few moments before Jae painted a small smile.

"Or like the ocean," he continued "your eyes are so deep. Many people are scared of it, but I see the beauty in it. They're afraid of the ocean because there are many mysteries that are still unknown, creatures that are yet to be seen. But I like it because it gives me adventure and thrill. Many people think you're scary, cold and distant--especially because of your eyes," he chortled "but I like them. They give me serenity because the depth of your eyes tells me how sincere you are."

Younghyun beamed and snaked his arms around the taller. The latter laughed softly at the other's response. He liked it every time the black-haired would snuggle to his chest. It made him seem like a child. The older thought that Younghyun has the warmest heart--the softest person.

"Azure," Jae pronounced as he wrapped his arms around the younger to reciprocate his embrace.

"Hm?"

"It's a shade of blue," the older looked up at the sky once more "They said the azure is like the color of the sky on a clear day; beneath it lies the sea painted with hues of azure."

Younghyun clenches his fist with the lighter in his palm. He remembers asking Jae about Sungjin and he did not deny about him bring his partner. His jaw tightens before he guzzles his beer.

I don't care. He huffs as another images in his mind show; the image of Jae's lips wandering around Sungjin's body; the image of Jae's hands caressing the back of Sungjin's head or leaving scratches on his skin from the pleasure. He kicks the railing.

It's not like he owned Jae. It's not like he's been waiting for him to come back. It's not like he can't sleep when the taller is not around nor he is missing him. Definitely not--he tells himself.

But as he hears Jae voicing out his thoughts through a song the next evening, he doesn't bother lying to himself anymore.

'cause I don't think about you every single night; I'll be fine without you. Can sleep tight when I'm not beside you; I'm moving on.

Younghyun smiles to himself as Jae sings a cover of an English song. The words seem familiar to him. Of course, those are the words he tells to himself, too.

No, I don't cry about you; never seen tears in my eyes about you. Gonna be fine if I die without you; Baby, I'm gone

His tongue traces his lower lip as the older looks straight at him from the stage. Despite his hair covering his eyes, Younghyun knows they're looking at each others' eyes.

These are the lies that I tell myself at night. These are the lies that are keeping me alive. These are the lies.

Younghyun averts his gaze as the other sings the chorus. Remembering his lies last night, he slugs down a bottle of beer. His eyes keep on glancing at the taller, not minding the other guitarist beside him, and shift them elsewhere when he can't take the pressure on his chest anymore.

'cause the truth is, I'm about to lose it. Don't think I can do this if I'm not with you.

He brushes a hand on his faces during the bridge. He's losing it.

"You seem uneasy," Miso, the only girl artist in the Club Eskimo Crew, sits beside Younghyun. She offers the cigarette that she just puffed.

Younghyun takes the butt and inhales from it right away. Jae hastily shifts his gaze to somewhere else before he could see the cigarette being put between the younger's lips. Even though the latter did not have direct contact with the lady artist's lips, Jae thinks he still couldn't afford seeing the black-haired's lips having any kind of contact with others.

Sungjin starts singing their original song. Jae fixed his eyes on him, still not ready to look at Younghyun again while the latter turns his head to look at the stage.

Jae faces front again, leans a little forward to come closer to the mic. Younghyun puts his eyes on the taller as he starts singing his part.

It’s half excitement, Half fear Because what if You notice That I still miss you?

The older glances at Younghyun. Seeing the other already looking at him, his heart skips a beat and he avoids eye contact.

Do you, Jae? Younghyun tries to converse with his eyes. Do you miss me? Unfortunately, the older's sight is darted on the man beside him.

But today, I smile Even though it hurts, I smile

Jae and Sungjin start singing the chorus. Jae looks at Younghyun's table again. Sungjin faces Jae but seeing the latter's focus is on someone else (which he noticed that the older is only looking at one direction, if he's not looking at him), he follows the blond's line of vision and his eyes land on the sharp eyes of Younghyun. He glances back to Jae before facing front and plasters a smile while singing.

In front of you I pretend that I’m fine I pretend that I’m okay I have to

Jae lets his smile remain, too, even if he wants to pull Younghyun away from Miso so bad.

An organizer walks to the crew's table and talked to Colde. Younghyun glances in curiosity. Colde is nodding and points his right thumb towards the black-haired which causes the latter to crease his forehead.

"The line up has been changed a little," Miso whispers to Younghyun after one of the members told her what the discussion was about. "A group of artists that are supposed to perform tonight had an emergency so they're asking if it's okay with Colde to perform tonight instead of tomorrow."

Most of the artists are said to perform for two days; only few are performing for one day. Colde is supposed to be on Day 1 and 3. Other artists they know, even the ones that are in their crew, are performing on Day 2 and 4.

Although Club Eskimo is a crew of singers and rappers, a lot of them have their own groups like Tablo, who's originally from Epik High; some are solo artists like Dean and Younghyun himself.

"So, we're singing tonight?" Younghyun quizzes.

Miso shrugs, "You and Colde, yes. Same songs that he's supposed to sing tomorrow. So two solos and one with you."

As if on cue, he hears Young K being pronounced by Colde who's already on the stage. Like other artists, Younghyun got a stage name for himself, too.

I knew it. Jae smiles to himself seeing Younghyun walks toward the stage.

Sungjin, with mouth agape, stares blankly. "He is the Young K?" He asks with disbelief. "The guy you're with last night is Young K?"

The older responds with a shrug, still not taking his eyes away from the black-haired. "I guess so."

But Sungjin knows that the taller is certain about it--he knew right from the start. He knew since the first time Sungjin played a song by this new artist 2 years ago.

Now, Sungjin knows why when the taller heard 'I Would' he jumped out of the couch and asked who the singer was.

Sungjin liked the artist but Jae loved it. "I feel so attached to his music," he reasoned out. But they couldn't find any information about him except that he's from Korea and that he features in some artists' songs.

By this moment, Sungjin knows there's more; there's more to Young K being just an inspiration to Jae to go back to music; there's more as to why the older wanted to go back to Korea so bad.

Younghyun's hand is rested on the mic while he is looking at Colde who's singing. He closes his eyes and feel the cold voice of the artist from time to time. He then started singing with him, doing the second voice.

Jae can't contain his smile. It's evident that he's overwhelmed by the fact that Younghyun is indeed Young K; and the fact that he still continued walking on the path of music.

Late at night i think of you Baby late at night i think of you

It's now Younghyun's turn to convey his feelings through a song. His fox-like eyes pierce on the tiny eyes of Jae.

Late at night i think of you Baby late at night i think of you

Younghyun closes his eyes, pulling the mic away from him, as he let Colde narrates his sentiments.

Killing me softly When I feels so lonely

He breathes in as he remembers how he struggles every night to fall asleep and not to think of the older but his mind loves the image of Jae.

Let me love you baby You are so lovely

With a glint of pain on Sungjin's eyes, he shifts his eyes on the stage. "Azi," he deadpans causing the taller to face him. "He's Azi," He plasters a small painful smile.

Who would have thought that the artist Sungjin liked and has introduced to the person he likes is the same person that is the reason for his pain?

He knew that Jae wanted to go back to Korea to find this Azi guy through music. The older has told him about his almost lover; how they pursued music together, forgetting everything else, until Jae had to leave. The latter was hopeful that he'd have a place--a person--to come back to when he came back to music again.

"It's from azure. It's a color," Jae beams. "His name is Younghyun."

Sungjin lets out a breath trying to lessen the burden on his chest. He already knew that the other has his heart taken already but he was still hopeful. Now that he's seeing the one who has Jae's heart, he doesn't know if he'll continue to hope or not.

He was ecstatic to know someone who loves music as much as he does; they both play the guitar. Their parents want them to study medicine but their hearts belong to the notes on musical sheets. That's why when Jae decided to come back to his old path, Sungjin was encouraged to pursue music, too, and leave the medicine path.

When other artists perform upbeat music, the people swaying and moving slow along the other artist songs before are now grooving and jumping. The quantity becomes double.

Miso nudges Younghyun to go with her and groove along with others. The black-haired doesn't want to but Miso locks her arm with his and drag him to the crowd.

Jae sharpens his eyes to them. His forehead furrows as Sungjin taps his shoulder.

"Let's dance?" before the taller could even decline, Sungjin grabs his arm and pulls him toward the people grooving, too.

Sungjin stops beside the lady artist and Young K. He starts dancing, moving closer to Jae, while Young K gathers every ounce of self-control to curb himself from pushing the buzz-cut fellow away from the blond.

And so, the Let's Make Each Other Jealous game commences. Jae is oblivious but Sungjin is doing the job for him. Younghyun rests his hand on Miso's waist that causes Jae to avert his gaze. Sungjin holds the blond's hands and motions him to move with him.

It goes on for a couple of minutes until Younghyun loses it when he sees Sungjin being so close to Jae. The buzz-cut young man is whispering to the taller to move closer to him but Younghyun thinks he was kissing the neck of the older.

The black-haired hastily pulls Sungjin, grabs Jae by the wrist and drags him out from the venue to the back alley. Seeing that there are few people smoking pot, he proceeds to the parking lot.

His grip on the older's wrist is tight that the latter winces as he is being dragged. Younghyun pulls Jae at the side of his car, making the taller lean on it before crashing his lips unto the other's. Out of surprise, Jae pushes him away.

Younghyun breathes heavily as he stares deeply at the older. He forces himself again, trying to collide their lips. He bites the lower lip of the blond, trying to convey his aggravation, causing him to gasp. The black-haired uses that as a chance to kiss him more as he cups the face of the other.

This is not the reunion that Jae has hoped for. This is not the kind of a welcome-back-kiss he's been longing for. Feeling Younghyun's pain and vexation, a tear escapes from Jae's eye. He wonders how much the younger longed for him, how much he felt lost and alone.

Younghyun becomes startled as the tear reaches his hand that is holding the older's face. He cusses to himself as he pulls away and lets down his hands. He remembers Sungjin. What is he doing? Why is he kissing someone else's man?

The younger looks away while the older casts his face down. Younghyun leans on his car beside the older.

"Sorry," he says almost whisper.

The taller wants to shake his head to tell him he doesn't need to apologize but he's the one who needs to say it. He wants to enclose the younger in his arms and kiss him again--but this time, slower and intimate. He wants to convey his yearning to the younger and the untold love he has kept for years through the collision of their mouths but the black-haired is already walking away from the older leaving him with tear-kissed face and his should-have-been's.

Chapter 3: Killing Me Softly

#day6 #day6 fic #day6 fanfic #day6 young k #young k #youngk #kang younghyun #day6 jae #park jaehyung #day6writersnet

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woojion · 7 years

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✦ @jaeneral ✧

〔 제이。〕 alike a flower withering before its time, so did their story end, unveiling its aftermath in softly spoken nihilistic fables.

the dark-haired boy is obviously struggling to find his own words, his shaky hands clasped together in a tense grip. jae’s curiosity ceases for now; a harsh interrogation has just befallen on the boy’s shoulders, the guitarist’s apparent irritation only having pushed him to asking the most cruel, intrusive of questions. to witness his friend pity himself in such ways is a distasteful sight. “it’ll pass. you will move on in time. and there’s that. are you gonna cry forever after a girl you’ve barely grown to know? that’s pathetic.”

under the pretence that she’s a nameless concept, a faceless shadow which has crept up in wonwoo’s heart — leaving just as quickly as it invaded the vulnerable corners of the young boy’s soul — she has been difficultly tackled for hours now, an explicit bitterness sticking around the edges of each sentence the two males have been sharing so far. “after all… i’m not blaming you for falling. after all”, he repeats, expressionless eyes gleaming through the thin frames of his glasses, “you’re not the only one who has feelings for her. it was meant to happen to both of us and there’s nothing we can do about it. just the way the clock keeps ticking, the way we wake up in the morning and go to sleep at night, it’s this same rhythm which has pushed us towards this end. are you gonna stand in its way and try to change it? don’t beat yourself over it. if you cry over every little thing which happens in your life, you’ll just waste it all. isn’t that infuriating to think about?”

jae’s features faintly twitch into a frown, head slowly angling to look away from wonwoo’s indecipherable eyes. silence. mimicking the younger boy’s position, the older male now keeps his hands together as well, nails mindlessly clawing at his own skin. “you came to me to seek answers and there’s just one i have to give you: just move on. it’s for your own good.”

You’ll be fine. You’ll get over this. The two statements had been something of a mantra to the rapper for himself over the past two weeks. He’s not used to this, these alien feelings that had somehow creeped within his chest and the very ones that seemed to choke him until he was at a loss for words to describe just how not fine he was at that very moment. His initial sense of reaction upon being aware of the older feeling the same as he did for her was that of betrayal. He had had his reservations, of course and Wonwoo’s no fool to have overlooked the glances shot by the older when the three were together but he still wanted to make sure (to hear it straight from the horse’s mouth) His heartstrings seemed to tighten within his chest and the very person he had looked up to as both a sunbae and friend suddenly seemed to be a stranger.

He’s thankful to have had his fist buried within the warmth of his coat’s jacket for his fingers curled with anger, nails sinking into the flesh of his palm as he takes a moment to long to process the newfound piece of information. ❝ You’re calling me pathetic? ❞ He mutters, teeth gritting but moving on the bite down on his lower lip a little too hard and instantly regretting the move as he tastes the steeliness of blood on the tip of his tongue. The problem with being so reserved, so shut off was that eventually all the built up emotions blew over like a volcano and burned his sense of judgment. He’s been in this position once too often and Wonwoo’s one to learn from mistakes. Albeit the turmoil of emotions that whirled through his head, he lets out a breath and lets his shoulders fall slack before fixing a shaky gaze on the older.

❝ I figured as much. You weren’t exactly... subtle, you know hyung. ❞ His words seem chiding, belittling even but he’s too far past to remember his politeness. The rivalry that had festered for so long had turned into bitterness, especially considering how he’s now fully aware of how there is no more hope for him to wait. ❝ But worry about yourself. I know better than to hold onto my hope on something that was never meant to be. I-- I came to you because I wanted to make sure... ❞ Yes, he’d come for closure, not just from her but also from the guy whom he considered to be a friend. ❝ I guess I’ll be okay. Question is, will you--? ❞

#jaeneral #( * conv )#wow why you make me more emo than usual bro #smh

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