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bangtanloverboys · 3 years

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deep waters (iv)

summary - there was certainly something strange about young man you and yoongi were housing as he recovers

pairing - marine biologist!yoongi x female!reader, eventual reader x siren!jeongguk

genre - sci-fi, drama, fluff, eventual smut; siren au

word count - 2.6k

warnings - none

author’s note - took a bit of a while to get this chapter done but huzzah!! it’s here, be sure to let me know your thoughts!

tagged - @little-fluffle @qween-of-trash

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Neither you nor your boyfriend were able to quite understand the cryptic message of the stranger, pointing out to sea. The first things coming to mind were shipwreck or him falling overboard, but you were certain there would’ve been reports of such events if they happened. Instead, you and Yoongi were left pondering as you watched the young man wander about your house, staring at every little thing, like he was familiarizing himself with the environment. He was extra careful about his foot, never leaning too much on it as he walked. Every so often, you noticed he’d scratch at his arms as his eyes flickered around the room.

After everything had calmed down and he no longer tracked you both with his eyes anytime you moved, you called Dr. Kim to give him a small update on your unexpected guest.

“I don’t know, Namjoon. He doesn’t seem to understand what I’m saying yet-” You glanced over to where the stranger stood in the kitchen next to Yoongi, watching him as he made breakfast. “-He knows. I swear he can understand me.”

“Perhaps it’s a trauma response,” he suggested. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come down there and take another look at him?”

“Yes.” After the way he simply reacted to you both last night, it felt like the better option for him to not come across any more new people. “But we’ll call you if we have any concerns,” you assured the doctor.

“Alright, keep me posted.”

“Will do doctor, bye.”

Hanging up the phone, you don’t move to join Yoongi quite yet. Silently from the corner of the room, you observed the way he interacted with the stranger. He was clearly cautious of him, but understood that he didn’t pose any danger so he took to slowly talking about the bacon and eggs he was making. After a few minutes, you finally joined them, standing beside Yoongi as he cooked.

“How’s it coming along?” You asked

“Good, I was just telling our guest here the secret way to make the perfect bacon,” Yoongi explained, eyeing the stranger who simply stood there, quietly watching the meat fizzle and crackle in the cast iron pan. “What the doc say?” He asked, lowering his voice.

“The not talking could be a trauma response, I told him we’ll just keep an eye on him until further notice,” you responded. “Let’s give him a day or two, see what happens, okay?”

“Alright,” he huffed. “Bacon’s finished, let’s eat.”

Pulling out three places, you helped Yoongi fill the plates with food before handing the first dish over to the young man. Holding the ceramic platter with both hands, he stared at the food tentatively before raising it up to his face. His nose scrunched up in disgust as he sniffed the bacon and eggs. With hiss, he put the plate down on the counter, clattering loudly against the tile. You met Yoongi’s eyes, a strange mix of confusion and concern filled them. Turning your attention back to the stranger, you watched as he moved around the room, like he was searching for something.

You were strangely fascinated with the way he moved around, his shoulders taut as his eyes shifted from wall to wall. He must’ve found what he was searching for as his hands pulled a picture that was hanging on the wall. Picture in hand, he made his way back over to you, furiously pointing at the framed photograph.

Narrowing your eyes, you recognized the photo. It was from a fishing trip Yoongi and Seokjin went on last year. That photo was your favorite out of all that were taken that day, as Yoongi had his big gummy grin on display as he showed off his catch. You frowned as you looked up at the young man, who tapped at the fish in the photograph repeatedly.

“You want. . . fish?” When he nodded in confirmation, you glanced over to Yoongi, who gave a shrug. “Well, I guess I’ll go get some fish then. You okay with watching him?”

“Yeah.” Your boyfriend nodded. “You gonna get changed or anything?”

Looking down, you were still in the outfit you wore yesterday, not at all having a moment to change between finding the stranger and watching over him all night. “I’ll be fine.” You waved him off as you pulled on your shoes. “Bye,” you said, kissing his cheek.

“Bye, pretty.”

Keys in hand, you headed out the door. As you stepped into the car, you took a quick look back at the house. In the window, you saw the stranger staring at you, his head cocked to the side. Faint smile on your lips, you gave him a small wave. Slowly, the young man raised his hand, mirroring your wave. Chuckling lightly, you shook your head and got in the car.

When you reached the pier, you took a deep breath, the scent of sea salt and fish eliciting a feeling of nostalgia. Going to the fish market was something you and Yoongi both enjoyed. More often than not it was the pre-date for your date night, where you’d pick out what you would be in the mood for to make for dinner. It was a tradition the both of you started a few months after you started dating. However, now with work, neither of you had much time.

The young man wasn’t specific with what exactly he was looking for or wanted, only pointing towards the fish in the photograph, so you had to take a few guesses as to what he might like. So you picked out a few of the fish you were familiar with cooking, alongside a few others, just in case he may have a preference.

Walking through the pathways, you overhead some of the fishermen talking amongst themselves as they handed off their catch to the merchants.

“Did you hear about The Pearl? Went missing a few days ago, just found. Completely empty.”

“What do you mean ‘completely empty’?”

“I mean just that. Empty.”

“You need to stop staying so late at the tavern, Shik.”

Not even realizing you were doing it, your feet began heading towards the direction of the fisherman as they walked back towards their boats.

“Excuse me!” You called out.

The two that were talking stopped before you. “Anything we can do to help you, ma’am?”

“You were talking earlier- about an empty boat?” You couldn’t help if that could be in relation to your nameless guest that your boyfriend was still watching over at home.

“Don’t listen to him, it’s just a rumor going around-”

“No,” the one that was called Shik cut off the other. “It’s real. The Pearl went off radar a few days ago, only to be found this morning. Not a single soul on board.”

“So the crew haven’t been found at all?” You questioned.

He shook his head. “Lost at sea.”

Giving the fisherman a weak smile, you thanked him for his time. While you still didn’t find the answers you were looking for, at least you found a possibility of where he might have come from. You just had to keep an eye on the case as it unfolds.

Back at home, Yoongi was seated at the kitchen table, sitting across from him was the young stranger. Neither of them said a thing, merely sitting and waiting for you to return. Taking advantage of the silence, Yoongi decided to take a good look at him. Obviously he was well built, his broad shoulders on full display as he sat up straight in the chair. He didn’t look stiff or uncomfortable, but definitely not at ease. He would scratch at his arms and chest, like his skin was irritated. Yoongi didn’t even have a full opportunity to even peek at what might be wrong as any time he leaned forward across the small table, the man glared at him.

“So. . . Considering you don’t talk, we kinda need something to call you.” Yoongi started, slowly watching the young man in front of him. It was true, you and Yoongi had to call him something. Couldn’t continue on calling him the guest, or anything.

The young man blinked at him, his features scrunching up into a slight frown.

“You know, like a name?” Yoongi continued, hoping he’d get the gist. “I’m Yoongi,” he pointed to himself, “you are. . ?” He gestured to the man in front of him, still sitting silently. “Nameless,” he huffed as he leaned back in his chair.

Yoongi’s eyes were drawn to the stranger’s chest as he scratched his skin through the fabric of the shirt. The shirt was plain and simple, minus a simple name embroidered over the stop of it. Jeongguk and the Stars. Probably a band name of some sort, Yoongi wasn’t really sure. It was something he brought home from a thrift store (or did he steal it from one of his ex boyfriends?).

Pursing his lips, he read the name aloud. “Jeongguk.” Immediately, the stranger’s eyes lit up as he looked at Yoongi. “Is that your name or do you like it?”

His face was pensive as if he was weighing the options. Slowly he nodded, not bothering to specify which question Yoongi had asked. But it wasn’t something he cared too much about, as at least now he had something to call him.

“Alright, Jeongguk.” Yoongi repeated. “Nice to meet you.”

After about an hour, the young man- Jeongguk sat by himself at the foot of the bed Yoongi shared with you, eyes glued to the television screen. No longer able to bear the continuous silence, he turned on the TV, flipping to some random teen drama to fill the quiet of the house. Like a moth to a flame, Jeongguk became enthralled with the show. Seated at the desk chair, Yoongi watched him, interested in how he would frown at some of the questionable actions the teens did. Maybe it was his favorite show, Yoongi wondered to himself.

The only thing that drew his attention away from the TV was the sound of the front door opening.

“I’m back!” You called out, the shopping bag over your shoulder full of fresh fish.

Almost as if he could smell it, Jeongguk leaped to his feet and hobbled over to you. Sticking his hands into the bag, he pulled out one of the wrapped fish and immediately began gnawing on the meat. Both of you stared at him, completely bewildered as he tried to chew on the fish through the packaging.

Unable to get to the meat, he let out a frustrated growl, snapping you back to reality. “Hey!” You snatched the fish out of his hands. It was strange how moments before it seemed like Jeongguk was ready to pounce. Yet when you looked at him sternly, he retreated, his eyes focusing on the ground as he stepped back.

Yoongi met your eyes, yours equally confused and baffled at what had happened, yet neither of you said anything. Making your way towards the kitchen, you both began pulling out the different pans and spices, ready to prepare the fish for your guest.

Jeongguk stood over by the kitchen table, watching you as you moved in tandem as you started cooking. Every so often, Yoongi would look up, checking in on him. His eyes glued to the stove, inching forward ever so slowly.

“Do you wanna sit and watch Jeongguk?” He asked him, gesturing to the seats at the bar. Tentatively, he pulled the seat forward and sat himself down, continuing to stare at you while you cooked.

Yoongi can feel your eyes on him as he said the name, ‘Jeonggugk?’ You mouthed, no doubt noticing the embroidered name on the shirt.

He shrugged in response, “Needed something to call him, he liked it.”

You turned your attention back over to Jeongguk, “Suits him I suppose.”

About 30 minutes later, you set a plate of freshly cooked salmon bulgogi in front of him. Leaning forward, he sniffed at the food. His nose scrunched up as he pulled away. At first glance, you would’ve assumed he was disgusted with what you made. However as you watched him closer, he appeared more unsure, similar to a child when told they had to try something new.

“Come on, eat,” Yoongi urged, sliding the plate ever so closer to him.

“No it’s okay, he probably doesn’t like-”

Your excuse for him was cut off with a small clang. Jeongguk had slammed his hand on the counter, his fist closing over the chopsticks. He gripped onto the utensils tightly, like he was afraid they might fall from his hand. Not even bothering to adjust them in his fingers, Jeongguk began stabbing at the bulgogi.

Stifling a laugh, you reach your hand out grabbing his wrist, ceasing the senseless stabbing of the poor fish. “Like this.” Unclenching Jeongguk’s hand, you rearrange the chopsticks in his fingers.

Tentatively, he lowered his hand back towards the plate. With each pinch of his fingers, the meat only slid away or out from his grip. Jeongguk frowned as he failed with each and every attempt. Finally, he was able to get a firm grip on the salmon. Raising the food to his lips, he took a small bite from it. Instantly, his eyes lit up as he chewed. A bit more confidently, he went to grab another but instead of grabbing on, the meat fell from the utensils.

Fed up, he threw the chopsticks down, clanging against the floor. Taking the meat into his hands, Jeongguk began stuffing the food into his mouth like a man starved. You and Yoongi stood there in shock as he happily ate the bulgogi, in fact you could even see the smallest hint of a smile as he ate. A weird flutter of butterflies gathered in your stomach when you noticed.

“I think he likes it,” Yoongi chuckled.

In a matter of minutes, he cleared his plate, eating it all. Belly now full, he wiped his mouth with his wrist. His mood had almost drastically changed from how it was hours ago, was he merely that hungry? How long had he been without food that he refused to eat? And why did he want fish? The more you watched him, the more you realized you were left with more questions than answers.

“He’s been doing that all day.” Yoongi’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

You furrowed your brows as Yoongi pointed out the action. Jeongguk was scratching at his forearm, normally that shouldn’t have raised any concern but you noticed something on his skin as he itched at his arm. Reaching over, you take his wrist in your hand. You almost expected him to hiss or pull away from you, but he doesn’t, he let you turn his arm over. A gasp fell from your lips as your eyes scanned over his arm, small patches of red and purple littered along the inside of his elbow. Certainly these weren’t here earlier that morning? Delicately, you traced your fingers over the spots, his skin dry to the touch.

Above you, Jeongguk stiffened at the touch, pulling his arm away from you, tucking it close against his chest, like he was hiding it from you. What happened next surprised you as a low hum came from him. Yoongi tensed behind you, fearing he might snap at you. As he opened his mouth, you felt yourself begin to flinch, but instead of any loud or menacing noise erupting from him, it was only a single word. Soft and unsure, but a residing “No” echoed across the house.

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cinnaminsvga · 3 years

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🌷 social media au where y/n posts an advertisement looking for a new place to stay that is closer to campus, causing seven upperclassmen to make it their mission to recruit her into their dormitories 🌷

A/N: THIS TOOK FOREVER AND I KINDA RUSHED IT AT THE END BUT HOPEFULLY IT MAKES SENSE?? anyway, yoongi didn’t do anything stupid (depending on your definition of stupid) so no need to worry about him being cringey,,, i spared you all from the secondhand embarrassment but i won’t be so kind next time!! anyway... enjoy || W.C. 3.8K

prev // part 11 // next masterlist here.

By the time Seokjin’s phone begins to ring, Yoongi can already feel the dread settle deep inside his bones. The familiar coil of anxiety tightens around his throat like a vice, and Yoongi has to remember how to breathe to keep himself from fainting like a corseted Victorian lady.

“Well, that must be her!” Seokjin chimes, promptly declining your call without a glance. Yoongi catches a glimpse of your contact photo anyway: it’s an unflattering angle of you from below your neck, giving the illusion of a multitude of chins. If it were any other time, Yoongi might have smiled like a lovesick fool.

“Don’t you dare let her in here,” Yoongi seethes. He tries to sound menacing, but the effect is severely diminished by how badly his voice cracks. He tugs at Seokjin by the sleeve, but the older man refuses to budge. “Hyung, I’m serious. I know what you’re trying to do.”

“Are you done live-tweeting your confusion now? Finally got the memo? I always knew you were a smart boy,” Seokjin laughs, patting Yoongi on the shoulder with his tomato sauce-covered tongs. “Since we’re on the same page now, why don’t you change clothes while I finish cooking? I know your entire wardrobe is composed of the free t-shirts you got from job fairs, but it would do well to wear a clean, unstained shirt.”

Yoongi swipes at him, hissing like the catboy that he is. “You’re the one who wiped shit on me, asshole. And yes, I figured out what you are trying to do. You think you’re so slick, but I know that you’re just trying to embarrass me in front of Y/N!”

Seokjin shrugs. “It isn’t like I’m trying to be slick. I embarrass you all the time. Besides, I’m setting you up on a date with the love of your life! You should be thanking me, if I’m being honest.”

Yoongi stammers, his jaw dropping in shock. “Love of my–?”

Seokjin waves his tongs in his face, silencing him. “Oh, hush. Don’t even try to hide it, Yoongi. I figured out that you like Y/N. Your weird behavior finally makes sense! After years of you avoiding her, I always thought you were just bad at forming human connections, but turns out you’ve got a gigantic heart boner for my best friend!”

“Please don’t phrase it like that,” Yoongi groans, smashing his head against his kitchen counter. He hopes a few brain cells might have died, just so he can stop processing the words coming out of Seokjin’s mouth. “Actually, just please stop talking.”

Seokjin snorts in exasperation as if Yoongi was the dramatic one between them. “Point is, this is a favor that I’ve chosen to grant you from the goodness of my heart! As I said, I’m giving you the love life you deserve! So stop whining and get moving before Y/N gets up here.”

“There isn’t any goodness nor a heart inside of you. And more importantly, when was the last time you did anything for free, you capitalist bastard!”

Seokjin clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “That’s where you’re wrong, Yoongi-chi. You’ve already paid me for my services by offering me front row seats to watch you lose your fucking mind. And that, my friend, is priceless.”

“Aha! So you do admit that this is all just a ploy to humiliate me!” Yoongi shouts. He grabs a knife from his scabbard, pointing it threateningly at Seokjin. He doesn’t even flinch, instead gently guiding Yoongi by the wrist over to the chopping board where he had placed some garlic cloves beforehand. Without prompting, Yoongi’s hand begins to move, his culinary instincts taking over.

“Yes and no,” Seokjin admits as he grabs Yoongi’s cast iron pan from the top shelf (which he has never gotten to use since he bought it, ever since Seokjin had borrowed it once and placed it too high for him to retrieve.) “I’m honestly trying to help you out here, my dude. Besides, even if shit hits the fan, Y/N isn’t gonna think any less of you. She’s too much of an idiot to resent anyone.”

“Speaking from experience?” Yoongi huffs, eyeing him with intense vitriol. “Can’t say I understand how she’s gone this long without killing you.” The next time the two of them are alone together in the wilderness, he can’t promise that his hands won’t find their way around Seokjin’s throat, and it won’t be sexy.

“Hmm. Yeah, definitely,” he says, nodding absentmindedly. As he begins to season the steak, he hands the cast iron pan to Yoongi. “Start preheating this. We need it to be smoking hot before we can place the steak on there.”

“I know how to cook a steak, fucker. And who said you’re allowed to serve my Wagyu steak? I was saving that for a special occasion!”

Seokjin looks up from his ministrations long enough to raise a brow at him. “So going on your first ever date with Y/N isn’t considered a special occasion?”

Yoongi falters, eyes widening. “N-no, that’s not what I mean!” he defends hotly, but he quickly snaps out of it. “Wait, no! This is not a date! Not when both parties did not agree to any of this!”

Seokjin pauses from his cooking to place a perfectly manicured hand on his hip. “I mean, Y/N agreed to it, so are you going to reject her? Huh? Too good for her and my spaghetti?”

Yoongi scoffs, rolling his eyes. “No, she did not agree to this. She doesn’t even know you’re forcing her to eat lunch with me.”

“How can you say that with such certainty?” Seokjin challenges, puffing his cheeks. “You don’t even know what I told her!”

Except I do know what you said, Yoongi thinks darkly to himself. And more importantly, I know what she thinks you were implying. He is pretty sure that the words “crush on him during high school” have seared themselves underneath his eyelids forevermore.

But instead, he says, “Yeah, well. If what you told her is as vague as what you told me, I have a pretty good hunch that this is going to blow up into a huge misunderstanding.”

Like the absolute menace that he is, all Seokjin does is shrug nonchalantly. “Suppose you are right… Who cares? It’s not like the two of you are strangers, so I’m sure this is going to go great!”

“What the fuck? She is a stranger! I’ve literally only spoken two words to her in the past four years!” Yoongi seethes, his temple throbbing from an oncoming migraine.

Seokjin ignores him, as per his want. “Grab that plate, will you? I gotta plate the pasta before Y/N starts calling again to let her into the building,” he says, nudging the tongs into Yoongi’s hands. Yoongi squawks, quickly turning the stove off to keep the food from burning.

Seokjin tears off his (read: Yoongi’s) apron off, wiping his hands on his jeans with a quick smile. “Great! While you finish up here, I’ll distract Y/N for a bit in my room before I lead her in here, alright? You better hurry unless you want to keep her waiting!”

“Oh, like how you kept her waiting downstairs for the past–” Yoongi checks his wall clock, “–seven minutes?”

Seokjin cackles madly, rushing out the door. “Well, that’s where you and I differ, Yoongi-chi! I give no shits about how Y/N thinks about me, so good luck!” After sending Yoongi three flying kisses for good measure, Seokjin slams the door shut, leaving Yoongi to simmer in his bad life choices.

The worst choice that he’s ever made? Being friends with one (1) Kim Seokjin.

“God, just end me,” Yoongi mutters, placing his $80 steak on his pan. It sizzles deliciously, much like how his (nonexistent) love life is about to get burnt to a crisp.

x x x x x

“Took you long enough.” You watch as Seokjin taunts you with a funny little dance by the lobby of his dormitory, the building receptionist not even batting an eye at his eccentricity. That’s the sad side effect of living in close proximity with Seokjin: you start getting desensitized to most things, not even flinching at the sight of a man without a functioning central nervous system.

Seokjin slides his card to open the door, finally allowing you entry. “Sorry. Got busy preparing your lunch! Which by the way, you should be thanking me for.”

“The moment I thank you for anything is the day that you slip on your own cum and die,” you grouse, nudging past him to get on the elevator first. You punch the button for the 5th floor before rapidly trying to close the elevator door on him. Unfortunately, Seokjin makes it in time before his ass gets clamped by the two steel doors.

“Thinking about my cum? Oh my, Y/N… I know you’ve had a dry spell for too long, but I didn’t think you’d be that desperate for some of my butter,” Seokjin says, leaning closely to wink at you.

Against your will, your cheeks brighten furiously, weakly pushing Seokjin away from you. “You wish. At least I don’t spend my spare time loitering outside the campus gym to ogle all the sweaty hot people.”

“And the invitation to join me still stands by the way!” Seokjin singsongs, leaping out of the elevator once you reach his floor. You walk side by side until you reach his room, but you catch him shooting a furtive glance at his next-door neighbor.

“Is Yoongi joining us for lunch?” you ask, failing to keep your curiosity from showing in your voice. If Yoongi does end up joining you for lunch (which has never happened in the past four years, convincing you that he must have a personal grudge against you), then at least it can confirm to you straight away that whatever this “date” is just another prank by Seokjin. You don’t know if you should be disappointed or grateful if it is just a joke.

Seokjin beams in response, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “You know what? He is going to join us, actually!”

He had been in the midst of unlocking his dorm when he changes direction, leading you to Yoongi’s door instead. He rifles through his other keys, and you notice one of them looks similar to his own house key, except with a Hello Kitty sticker on it. He pulls that key out and promptly unlocks Yoongi’s door without missing a beat.

What kind of weirdo must Yoongi be to give Seokjin a spare key to his dorm? You’d rather shit out a cactus than let Seokjin have free entry to your home whenever he pleases.

You hesitate by Yoongi’s door, feeling nervous all of a sudden. “Um, Seokjin? Are you sure it’s okay for me to–?”

“HONEY I’M HOOOOME!” Seokjin’s loud guffaw cuts you off before you can finish your question. He bursts through the door and leaves you by the hallway, and you watch as he nearly tackles Yoongi to the ground.

Yoongi, despite looking like he’s half the size of Seokjin on a good day, manages to keep upright despite how his back is now bent parallel to the floor. “Get off me!” he yells, roughly pushing Seokjin off of him.

Seokjin tumbles to the floor, but the shit-eating grin on his face hardly wavers. He points at you by the doorway, a cheeky grin on his lips. “Look, Yoongi-chi! I brought a guest!”

Yoongi spares you half a glance before returning his attention to whatever he was cooking. “I suppose you did.”

Okay, this date is definitely a joke. Why the hell did you even think for a second that Seokjin might have been into you?

“Um,” you stutter nervously. You grind your heel into the carpet self-consciously, your gaze downcast. “Hello, Yoongi. Sorry for the intrusion, by the way…”

“It’s fine,” Yoongi replies, albeit a little curtly. He clears his throat, his face still tilted away from you so you can’t tell if he’s genuinely annoyed or not.

You point a glare at Seokjin, who looks shamelessly pleased with himself. After taking a deep breath, you take your first steps into Yoongi’s home before gently closing the door.

As you look around at your new surroundings, you notice that his home is a lot cleaner than you would have expected, though you’re not exactly sure what you should have expected in the first place. It’s minimalist, but not in a barren type of way; it’s seems like Yoongi is fond of simple designs more than anything. It’s certainly a nice change of pace compared to Seokjin’s abomination of a room, with his vaguely yellow-stained bedsheets.

The smell of freshly cooked pasta and meat being grilled catches your senses immediately. You watch as Yoongi flips over a hefty piece of steak, the aroma causing your mouth to salivate instantly.

“I… What is… Huh?” you start, not knowing what to ask. You catch Seokjin snickering quietly to himself, but promptly shuts up when you mime punching him in the dick.

“It’ll be finished in a second. Why don’t you sit down?” Yoongi announces quietly, his gaze still fixed away from you. Confused but left with no other choice, you tentatively make your way to his couch, unable to relax as your spine remains ramrod straight and your jaw stays clenched.

You hear Seokjin shuffling behind you until he eventually makes his way to sit with you, plopping onto the couch as if it were his home. “Ah… I’m soooo hungry. Smells good, doesn’t it?” he asks you, his brow wiggling too much to be considered normal. Either that, or he was having a stroke.

“Yeah, it does,” you say, greatly uncomfortable. You peek at Yoongi once more, who is still dutifully attending to the steak. Making sure he isn’t looking, you twist Seokjin by the nipple, causing the elder to let out a high-pitched squeal. To an outsider, it might have almost sounded like he was being pleasured.

“Ouch! What the fuck was that for?” Seokjin whines, rubbing his tenderized nipples.

“You know what that was for,” you hiss, keeping your volume low. “What the hell are we doing here? Why are you making Yoongi cook for us?!”

“For us? It’s for you!” Seokjin snaps back. “Didn’t you say you would only come over if you got fed? Well, this is how you get fed!”

“I was under the assumption that you would be feeding me, not him!” you seethe. You check back on Yoongi, who still hasn’t looked your way once. “The poor boy… No wonder he doesn’t like me! He must think I’m as bad as you!”

Seokjin snorts. “Of course he likes you! This whole lunch date wouldn’t have even fucking happened if he wasn’t assdeep in lo–”

“Lunch is finished,” Yoongi interrupts loudly, his spatula rattling loudly against his pan. The sudden noise makes you jump away from Seokjin, who appears vaguely triumphant.

“T-thanks,” you stutter, standing up and resisting the random urge to shake his hand. Everything about this situation is so tense and awkward that it feels like you’re being filmed for a prank Youtube video or something. Knowing Seokjin, the odds of that happening are great.

“That’s my cue to leave then! Bye! You guys have fun!” Seokjin says, jumping to his feet.

You vaguely hear Yoongi gasp quietly when you launch yourself at Seokjin, just narrowly keeping from escaping. “Oh no, you don’t! Who said you could leave? You’re not going anywhere!”

But like the slippery snake that he is, Seokjin manages to wriggle out of your arms and hop over Yoongi’s coffee table to get to the door. “Too bad! I have classes to get to, so I gotta blast! Use this time to get to know each other or whatever it is that kids do these days,” he says, winking salaciously. With one final sputter of (evil) laughter, Seokjin makes his exit, leaving you and Yoongi to fester in some good ol’ fashioned discomforting silence.

“Um,” you say, just as Yoongi opens his mouth to say something too.

“No, you go first–”

“You go ahead–”

The two of you pause mid-sentence, staring at each other. You grin sheepishly at him, motioning for him to speak first.

He returns your smile half-heartedly. “So, um… I just wanted to say I’m sorry for letting Seokjin rope you into this. I tried stopping him, but… You know how he is.”

You laugh, sounding a little crazed even to your own ears. That’s the longest sentence you’ve ever heard him speak!

“Yeah, believe me… I am intimately aware of how he is. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t,” you joke.

Amazingly, your little quip makes his smile widen, his cheeks puffing up imperceptibly. “Glad we can agree that Seokjin has the amazing ability to ruin people’s lives. It’s almost welcoming to find solidarity in a shared experience.”

“Shared experience? Try shared trauma. That dude is a walking serotonin sucker,” you say dryly.

You don’t think what you said was remotely funny enough to warrant a laugh, but it causes Yoongi to let out a loud snort regardless. But the amusement on his face is short-lived, his cheeks going red in embarrassment. He slaps a hand to his mouth, breaking eye contact once more. “Oh fuck, that was so unflattering,” he groans, clearly mortified.

His blush, multiplied by his shy demeanor, makes you want to coo at him, but you doubt he’d take that too kindly. So instead, you change the subject to save him. “So, uhh… The food? You don’t have to give me any, by the way. I wouldn’t want you to waste your lunch on me or anything.”

Yoongi snaps out of his previous embarrassment, returning to the more familiar stoic expression you’ve come to associate with Yoongi. “No, that’s fine. Seokjin–er, rather… I made enough for two people, so it would be a waste if you didn’t eat at least some of it. But I don’t care either way if you want it or not.”

For two people? you wonder. So Yoongi had known Seokjin wasn’t going to join for lunch?

“Oh, if it’s fine with you…” you trail off, meekly making your way towards him. The spaghetti and steak look absolutely delicious, though you don’t need to tell him that when your stomach speaks for you. “Oh shit, that’s so embarrassing,” you say, your cheeks heating up this time.

Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head. “Haven’t eaten breakfast yet, I assume? That’s pretty stupid if you ask me. Don’t you have class until 5? How the hell would you have survived until then?”

You choke in surprise. Where did all that sass suddenly come from? “Excuse me? I’m not stupid! I would’ve been fine with a sandwich from the cafeteria if you must know!” you say indignantly. You’re too busy being offended that you don’t fully comprehend his words, failing to notice how he had known you had class until 5 in the first place.

“Sure, whatever you say.” Rolling his eyes, Yoongi starts shifting through his cupboards and pulling out a pink tupperware. He begins to load them with food, nearly overflowing the containers with how much he tries to stuff in them.

“H-hey! What are you doing?”

“Packing your lunch. You have class in a bit, yeah? It’s almost 11:50 and it takes around 15 minutes to get to the main campus. You won’t have time to eat here and make it in time,” he says, pointing you with a look. “Wait. Did you have coffee this morning?”

“Yeah? So?” you ask, defensive. “Are you gonna call me stupid again for not having caffeine or something?”

“No,” he grunts. “If you’re caffeinated, then that means it should only take you 7 minutes to get to class.”

“That doesn’t even make sense!” you exclaim, but you can’t help letting out an incredulous laugh. “Wow. You’re kinda weird, did you know that?”

“You barely even know me, so how would you know?” he retorts. He finishes placing food into the tupperware and promptly clicks the lid in place. He offers it to you, smirking slightly.

You huff, but your ire is all for show. You aren’t actually annoyed by him–he’s just… different from what you expected. A little shy, a little rough around the edges… but you can tell he isn’t a bad guy. You understand why Seokjin loves to torment him; he seems like a fun person to tease.

“That can be amended,” you respond, taking the tupperware from him. Your fingers graze the backs of his hand by accident, causing him to quickly retract his hand as though he’d been burned. You nearly drop the container in surprise, but luckily your reflexes save your precious food just in time.

“Sorry. About… you know.” Yoongi gesticulates wildly, his gaze darting anywhere but at you.

You smile secretly to yourself, amused. Ah. He’s like a human seesaw. Blushy one second and grumpy the next. “No worries, Yoongi. I’ll be sure to return this container soon, so don’t you worry.”

Yoongi shrugs. “Keep it if you want. I don’t care either way.”

Says the guy who has an entire cupboard full of color coordinating food containers. “Roger that, Yoongi.”

Yoongi walks you out the door, pausing outside the hallway with you. “Do you…” he hesitates, swallowing loudly enough for you to hear. “Do you… want me to walk you out?”

His sudden offer almost makes you want to laugh, but you have a feeling he wouldn’t find it amusing at all. Instead, you just shake your head with a smile. “Don’t worry. I won’t get lost. I think I remember where the door is.”

He pouts, his lips jutting out cutely. “Yeah, well. I was just trying to be nice, but you do you.”

You giggle lightly, patting him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. You were more than nice,” you say, winking for added effect. It does more than you thought it would, causing Yoongi’s cheeks to bloom once more.

With one last wave, you make your way out of the dormitory, your heart a little lighter than before.

“Huh. That was weird.” You glance at the pink little tupperware in your hands, its warmth keeping your hands safe from the winter chill. As you walk to class, your thoughts are filled with nothing but a shy boy with soft hands and even softer cheeks. Maybe Tuesday isn’t going to be so bad after all.

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jimlingss · 3 years

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can i request a yoongi chef au? i feel like yoongi's culinary skills are underrated, and I'm just a slut for chef aus in general

Anonymous said: Hi I saw ur request open posts for the new year!!! Could u write more yoongi stories🥺?!?! Your stories are so fantastic and i’m thirsty for more yoongi lolol🤪(hopefully u get enough votes to do more of him haha)

I feel like Jin’s the one who’s usually written as the chef, prob because he’s the better known chef in BTS, but you’re right! There’s gotta be more chef Yoongi!AUs, so here you go!!!

↳ Buttering Up

2.2k || 100% Fluff & Flirtation || Min Yoongi || Chef!AU

He clearly doesn’t know who you are.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

You hum, arms crossed as you eye him up and down. His black hair is practically a bowl cut, bangs covering his forehead. He’s in casual clothes — a taupe trench and black pants — looking like he’s ready for a trip to the grocery store rather than to cook. You wonder where this child crawled out from.

“You’re Yoongi?”

“That I am.” He approaches the door of the restaurant before plunging his hands inside his trench coat pockets. He fishes out the key and unlocks it, ushering you inside. “Hope you don’t mind that the restaurant’s closed down.”

You mind much more that he left you waiting on the cold city street for over ten minutes. You still can’t believe he was late. The audacity.

“I would’ve liked to see how you and your staff do your dinner service.”

“Unfortunately, we’re booked full for the next two months.”

You scoff — how doesn’t he know who you are? You’re a food critic who’s brought highly regarded restaurants to their knees through a review of five sentences. Your words alone has had rippled effects in the industry. Even the most talented chefs hold their breaths when you taste-test.

You make Gordon Ramsey look like Mother Teresa.

This Yoongi character is much too arrogant to not respect you. His new and upcoming restaurant might have raving reviews, but you’ll see what’s really going on.

“Sit wherever you’d like.”

There are no waiters in fancy garb, no hand sewn tablecloths made of silk. He doesn’t even pull out the chair for you. Instead, he’s off flickering on the lights of the restaurant while you choose a wooden table and chair right in front of his open kitchen — which is a horrible mistake in itself.

Open kitchens have always been a concept that has fallen short in your eyes. It’s much too noisy during dinner service and it gets smelly fast. Who actually wants to leave smelling like butter and oil?

It’s something you note as you get settled.

Your coat drapes at the back of the chair and then you watch him. Yoongi’s taken off his trench as well, revealing a white long sleeve that he’s beginning to roll up to his elbows. He’s lean and his build is small, but somehow, he’s far from being scrawny. You gawk at the veins running up his forearm until he casually asks—

“Do you have a preference for wine?”

“I’m fine with any.”

He hums and comes over from the glass cabinet with a bottle of chardonnay and a wine glass. Yoongi pops the bottle easily and pours into the pristine glass with a mere tilt of his wrist. You watch the stream fill the glass a quarter way full.

“Is there a menu?”

“You don’t need one.”

Your brows raise. “Excuse me?”

“If I were you, I’d put myself in the chef’s hands entirely and go with their recommendation.” He strides away, placing the wine bottle on the other table and then he turns with a glint in his eye and his mouth slightly crooked upwards. “Unless, of course, you don’t trust your chef.”

Oh. He’s confident.

You can’t wait for his ego to blow up in his face.

“Fine then.” Your head tilts upwards. “What’s your recommendation then?”

He rounds his way to go into the kitchen that’s only a few meters away from where you sit. “Risotto with grilled chicken breast, topped off with caramelized onions, mushroom, grilled zucchini and sautéed tomatoes.”

You roll your eyes. What a basic dish. Isn’t it just rice? And with chicken breast?! Ew. It's guaranteed to be bland.

“Alright then.” You give a smile that might be more mocking than intended. “We’ll see how it tastes.”

Yoongi starts and while sipping the chardonnay, you take a good look at the restaurant from your spot. The place is rustic with a hint of contemporary. There’s exposed brick, wooden tables and chairs, and low, yellow lighting. There’s nothing particularly impressive about the place.

Soon, the sound of rapid, rhythmic chopping fills the space and then sizzling. You watch him intently. And you’re appalled. This Yoongi guy commits the worst cooking sins — his pan is cold when he starts throwing on ingredients. He cooks with olive oil. He overcrowds the pan. And he doesn’t even taste test once as he cooks.

What the actual fuck.

There’s a line between arrogance and insanity, and he was crossing it.

You cringe when he starts using his metallic spatula on the non-stick skillet.

Is he even qualified to run a restaurant?!

Or maybe your assistant sent you information about the wrong restaurant? Or maybe this was not the guy you were supposed to be eating from. What if he poisons you or kills off all of your taste buds?! Your career would be ruined.

“Everything going okay?” you pipe up.

He glances up at you for the first time, eyes peering past his bangs. “Yep. Should be done in five.”

Food is simple. It either tastes good or it doesn’t. But the higher up you go and the fancier it gets, the more convoluted the food tastes with bland flakes of gold and the same old truffle shavings. That or it’s entirely boring and unoriginal.

Or in this case, it might kill you. Which would be the first. And you’re not happy about it.

You feel unsettled when he plops the dish in front of you.

“Chef’s recommendation.”

“Thanks.”

You feel unsettled because it actually smells good. The aroma that fills your senses is flavoursome and buttery, and the thyme on top adds a fresh hint. You’re also unsettled because the plating isn’t actually bad. It’s been presented in a pasta bowl with wavy designs and the chicken breast is thinly and neatly sliced on top. It’s clean. It’s bright. It’s colourful.

But the most lethal poisons are the appetizing ones.

“Are you going to wait until it gets cold?”

You look up, brows raising at how he’s gotten comfortable in the chair across from you. Usually the chefs and waiters or waitresses like to skedaddle off and leave you to your own thoughts, too afraid to stand in your intense scrutiny. But Min Yoongi twists off the cap of his water bottle and casually downs it in front of you.

“I’m just looking at the presentation.”

“Tastes better than it looks,” he exhales after swallowing his water.

Your expression becomes skeptical. But you take the silver spoon beside you anyhow and decide not to waste any more time.

The spoonful goes into your mouth. He watches you. You chew.

Instantly, you halt.

The flavour hits your tongue. Creamy. Thick. But each individual grain of rice still has some firmness with a discernible texture. It’s been done al dente. There’s sweetness from the caramelized onions. An earthy flavour from the mushrooms. A zesty touch from the thyme. The chicken breast is somehow still juicy and the tomatoes burst on your palate.

Suddenly, you’re thrusted back into your childhood. Those summer days spent in the cottage. Sun-kissed cheeks, dirtied knees, cotton dresses. You can hear your late grandmother in the kitchen. The way she calls out that it’s lunchtime. You can feel the comfort of family and love.

It feels like you’ve become the food critic in the ratatouille movie.

You almost cry.

“What do you think?”

You clear your throat. You have to be honest. There’s no way you can lie about something like this. “It’s good. I think...this is the best risotto I’ve ever had. You cooked it perfectly and the toppings you chose were absolutely immaculate with this dish—”

You look up at him. Min Yoongi has an enormous, cocky smirk plastered across his stupid face.

It’s entirely off-putting.

“But of course,” you quickly add, “there are many ways you could improve on it. You could add cilantro—”

“That would unnecessarily drown out the notes of thyme you taste,” he rebukes without a single beat and you scoff.

“I noticed you didn’t add any pepper to it which could deepen the flavour.”

“Except this dish doesn’t need it,” Yoongi deadpans. “You don’t need to help me make any adjustments. I think I know what I’m doing better than you are. Just do your job and I’ll do mine.”

You suck in your cheek and narrow your eyes on him before you take another bite of the risotto while it’s still hot. “The food is delicious, but I must say, the company really spoils it.”

Yoongi’s slumped with one cheek resting in his hand, elbow on the table. He lazily stares at you with that smirk of his. “Really? Because if I didn’t know any better, you look nervous rather than annoyed.”

You scoff for the second time. “Why would I be nervous?”

“Maybe you didn’t expect the food to taste as good as it does and that makes me unexpectedly attractive,” he states plainly. You almost choke. You hit your chest as you sputter. “Or maybe you’re intimidated by me. I’ve gotten both before.”

You wipe your mouth with the napkin. “I’m afraid you’re not very perceptive, Min Yoongi.”

“Really? I think I am.” He smiles, the corners of his mouth quirked. “I’ve read your reviews before.”

You’re unamused. “Have you now? So you must know how difficult I am to satisfy.”

His smirk is sly and it’s jarring against his softer, more tender features. He’s smaller than the men you’re used to being around, but somehow it feels like he’s taken up the entire space of the restaurant. His focus on you is sweat-inducing. Even if you don’t want to admit it.

“I don’t think so. You’ve just been eating shit food,” he says bluntly and your brow cocks. “You just need someone good you can trust. Someone who can take care of you properly.”

You’re not sure if the double entendre is purposeful. You wouldn’t put it past him.

“And is this someone you?”

Yoongi shrugs and sits back. “It could be.”

You grab your glass of chardonnay and gulp the rest in an effort to stop the conversation before it completely derails into a different direction. Yet, Yoongi’s half-lidded and darkened eyes stay on yours with each swallow. He’s unfazed. Unbothered. And that bothers you even more — bothered in a way that makes your face hot.

There’s a clack as you put the wine glass down and gasp.

“I’m a professional.” You won’t be swayed so easily. “I can’t be bribed.”

“Of course.” He blinks as if he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. You glare at him and he gestures to the dish. “Please. Keep eating.”

You finish the plate.

“Do you want any seconds?” he asks as he gets up.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Yoongi lingers, all too brazen and fearless. “If you don’t get any more now, you might have to come back for more.”

This time, you don’t try to hide the roll of your eyes. “That’s a presumptuous assumption.”

Yoongi smirks and his voice is husky. “After getting a taste from me, everyone comes back for more.

You scoff.

Min’s Restaurant Review

Three nights ago, I ate at Min’s Restaurant and met the main man in the kitchen. Unfortunately, he is a difficult person to interact with. I hope no one has the disservice of having to speak to the chef behind the dishes. Doing so may as well ruin the experience. Furthermore, his cooking methods are unconventional and unorthodox. It was completely shocking to watch.

However, and what I would consider most important, the food at Min’s Restaurant is spectacular. What Min’s Restaurant lacks in likeable personnel, they make up in the served cuisine. The meal that was prepared for me not only subverted my initial expectations, but overcomes, what I consider, what the food industry is lacking in this modern age exactly. Without unnecessary garnishes and ingredients, the flavours of Min’s Restaurant are both light and deep. It was an undeniable delight to consume and for the first time, I licked my plate clean.

It is undoubted that the man behind Min’s Restaurant has the hands of god.

You should have pride.

But you’ve always loved good food. It’s your Achilles heel. It’s the one thing you’ve been passionate about since you were a kid. The reason why you love your job.

Even after writing such a review, you find yourself booking another reservation. But as a customer instead of a critic.

Of course, they were booked full for the next six months, largely thanks to your review, and they swiftly refused you with numerous apologies. But they called back not ten minutes later. You have a feeling that your name finally sunk into them — that he had something to do with it.

That theory is confirmed when you arrive. The person in question is next to the seemingly nervous hostess as the noisy kitchen echoes throughout the busy restaurant.

In the low lighting, Min Yoongi stands there with a relaxed smirk. As if he was expecting you. As if he knew you’d come crawling back to him to eat out of the palm of his hand, literally and figuratively.

You hate that he’s right.

“Welcome back.”

#bts fanfic #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fluff #yoongi scenario #yoongi reader insert #bts scenario #bts fluff #bts reader insert #yoongi x reader #honestly this is one of my favourite drabbles out of the entire collection #I think someone else mentioned there's not enough flirty Yoongi out there #AND I AGREE #this man naturally has big dick energy and I love it lmao #jimlings #Anonymous

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hskrealm · 4 years

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innocence (m.)

pairing: drag racer yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, smutsmutsmut. (this post took a turn i swear)

word count: 3.2k

warnings: overstimulation, PET NAMES SO MANY PET NAMES WHAT WAS I THINKING, fingering, oral (f receiving), cute shit, virgin!reader, yoongi is a bit persuasive, etc.

summary: your best friend wants to take your innocence in every possible way.

a/n: i wrote this MONTHS ago, and i literally forgot about it up until yesterday, or sometime before that? i was sad because I deleted it, but my bby @bitchyaus reblogged it after i posted it, and i have NEEEEVEEER been happier.

You hummed as you sat on your couch while scrolling through your social media feed and taking small bites of your favorite snack every now and then.

It was only 7:09. You’d usually find something to occupy yourself every day until 8:00 on the dot (although he’d come early sometimes, but that wasn’t often), which was when Yoongi would come knocking on your door with a new story to tell and to raid your fridge of whatever he could find.

If necessary, you’d tend to the few bruises his beautiful face would sport.

Once he was comfortable enough to tell you what his occupation was, you cringed the moment you imagined him sitting behind the wheel of a vehicle, pushing 200 to nearly 300 miles on a daily basis.

You begged him to consider something safer, to which he responded with a small smirk,

“I’ve been doing this years before I even met you. If I’ve managed to keep myself in good condition for this long, then I’m sure that you have nothing to worry about.”

This had become a repetitive cycle in the short year that you had known him. He’d shoot you a text before he went out for the day, and come speeding back to your place once he was let off of work.

Or–when he let himself off, rather. He never really was the type to follow rules anyway.

You smiled fondly at the thought of seeing his gummy smile sometime in the next hour.

You checked your phone again.

7:14.

Well, 46 minutes to be exact.

You sighed and tossed your head back against the couch cushions as you tried to register what about this man had you so whipped for him.

Could be the fact that he was a sweetheart when it came to you,

Or it could also be the fact that he looked so fucking hot driving those cars despite how much you hated seeing him behind the wheel.

Or, it could be that he had really, really pretty hands–

There was a loud knock at your door. It carried the same loudness that Yoongi’s carried.

Okay, you have really got to find yourself a hobby.

The person knocked twice, and then there was a three second pause before the last and final knock came.

You grinned as you rushed over toward the door.

There was his signature knock that he had given himself sometime a few weeks ago.

He suggested that he should have a special knock so you knew it was him, although you told him multiple times that no one other than him or your best friend came to visit.

He still wouldn’t let up even then, muttering something about how it would be the safest measure. You then (jokingly) proceeded to tell him he knew nothing about safety, which led him to tell you about all of the safety precautions people in his profession must take before even considering driving one of those high speed cars.

He couldn’t take a joke, but that was alright. You loved him anyway.

You took a quick glance through the peephole just to make sure it was him before you unlocked the door.

As usual, he rushed in and threw his bag to the ground before making a beeline to your kitchen.

“Nice to see you too.” You smiled a bit, closing the door back and locking it behind yourself.

“I shouldn’t have to greet you anymore when I enter.” He spoke, although his voice was a bit muffled since he was bent over as he shuffled through your fridge.

“It’d be nice, though.” You sighed dramatically as you walked back over to your couch and flopped onto it.

“Sure.” He shrugged, returning from the kitchen to take his spot next to you on the couch as he always did.

“Hello, Princess.” He smirked, laughing at the way you rolled your eyes and looked away from him.

He’d called you that for forever now, and you’d be a terrible fucking liar if you were to say that it didn’t make your pussy clench.

He knew that it did, too, which was why he said it.

“Did you do something productive today?” He asked, as he took a bite out of one of the strawberries out of the bowl that he quickly prepared for himself.

“I did some school work earlier.” You shrugged, gesturing toward your closed laptop that sat on the arm of the couch closest to you.

He hummed, nodding approvingly.

“Good girl,” He noticed the way that your body shivered at his praise. He always talked like this, but for some reason it was really having an impact on you right now.

“Have you eaten something filling today?” You bit your lip.

You hadn’t had a ‘meal’, but you had some pretty filling snacks. You just weren’t in the mood to cook anything, or even order something.

There was no point in lying to him either, because he could see right through you.

“Depends on what the word filling means.” You responded, as if this wasn’t a question that he asked you everyday.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes at you and set the bowl of strawberries down on your coffee table before quickly reaching over your thighs to grab the bag of chips that you had been snacking on before his arrival.

His hand brushed over the exposed skin of your legs, causing you to gulp. He was always a forward person, but never this forward.

“This isn’t a meal, ____ . “ He scolded, and you rolled your eyes.

“I know, but I can promise you that I am satiated.” Yoongi shook his head in disbelief.

“You hungry?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as he stared into your eyes with his arms crossed.

“Nope.” As if on cue, your stomach growled.

“Mhm.” He mocked, handing you the bowl of strawberries before standing up.

“What are you doing?” You asked, confused as to why he was suddenly up on his feet.

“I’m about to cook you something, little girl.” He rolled his eyes as he walked into the kitchen.

“Yoongiiii-“

“In the mood for pasta? You’ve got all of the ingredients I’d need to make you some alfredo.” You groaned.

“My stomach growls all the time! I’m not hungry, I swear.” He was already pulling out pots and pans from your cupboards as your voice went through one ear and out of the other.

“Suck on those strawberries with those pretty lips of yours while I cook this, hm?” He said, leaning against the kitchen counter with his elbows resting against it.

“I don’t want the straw–”

“I already put the noodles in the pot, so you’re shit out of luck.”

———

Yoongi had been in the kitchen for half an hour while you caught up on your favorite Netflix series.

You should’ve just lied and said yes. He was going through way too much trouble for you.

“Alright,” He began, as he finally left the kitchen.

“Should be good to eat in a few minutes.” He slid back onto the couch.

“Mind if I use your laptop to check my stats? I’m sure they’ve gone up.” He bragged. You playfully rolled your eyes and handed him your laptop, before directing your attention back to your TV.

Yoongi began typing away for a few minutes, until his fingers paused, his eyes grew wide, and he choked on air.

“What? Those stats not what you expected them to be?” You laughed, Yoongi turning his head to look at you before clicking on a tab at the top of the screen and pushing the laptop in your direction.

“What– Oh my God, give me that!” You yelled, Yoongi easily fighting off your efforts to grab the laptop away from him by shoving his arm against your chest.

“Are these your nudes?” He asked, although it was painfully clear that they were.

Yoongi smirked at the way you began to blush profusely.

Holy shit, you were going to die of embarrassment.

‘Play it cool.’ You thought to yourself.

“Yeah? So what if they are?” You used this opportunity to snatch the laptop away from him and close the tab, before shutting the laptop off and setting it on the coffee table where the empty strawberry bowl was.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, taken aback by your response.

“Clearly you don’t seem to mind.” You smirked, gesturing to the bulge forming in his pants.

He dropped the smirk on his face as he inched closer to you. You reflexively backed away from him.

“You talk pretty big for a virgin, sweetheart.” He growled. Your stomach fell to the bottom of your ass at his words.

You weren’t sure of what to say.

“Uh, I never told—“

“You’d be surprised of what you tell me when you’re drunk.” He reached forward to twirl a strand of your hair around his pointer finger before tucking it behind your ear, as if he had done this to you before.

“Since we’re letting secrets go, you should know that I’ve thought about fucking you plenty of times.” He hummed, as he traced your jawline with his fingers.

“You haven’t got any idea of what thinking about stripping you of your innocence does to me, sweetheart.”

Your chest began to rise and fall rapidly.

“I know that you’d let me, too.” He slowly pushed you backward until your back hit the couch.

“You would let me, wouldn’t you?” He looked into your eyes, waiting for your approval before he took anything further.

You thought about it.

Did you really want to lose your virginity to this sexy drag racer that you’ve grown to become best friends with over the past year?

Hell yes.

“Yes, yes I’d let you.” You stuttered, causing him to groan at your admittance.

He was going to corrupt you more and more day by day before you even realized it.

And fuck, he couldn’t wait.

“Hmm.” He hummed against your skin, as he nudged your head to the side so he could expose the skin of your neck.

He quickly began to suck love bites against the skin, eager to cut straight to the chase in order to get a taste of that perfect cunt that was spread wide in that picture.

“How far have you gone, baby?” He asked, as he tugged your shirt up over your chest and kissed his way around your breasts.

“I–I’ve, fuck,” You moaned, as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth.

“I’m sorry, you’ve done what?” He mumbled against your hardening bud. You whimpered.

“I-I’ve masturbated with a toy.” Yoongi detached his mouth from your nipple.

“That’s all?” You nodded shyly.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” He hungrily kissed down the rest of your body, stopping right above the band of your shorts.

“I’ve got to taste you to get you prepared to take me. Is that alright?” He wasn’t lying. It would help you adjust to his size a bit easier, but it was mostly for his own personal pleasure.

You nodded, and he wasted no time in tugging down your shorts and panties in one swift motion.

“Oh my God.” He nearly whimpered at the sight of your untouched pussy. You began to close your legs as he stared down at your most intimate areas, which prompted him to roughly throw one of your legs over the back of the couch so you were forced to keep yourself spread for him.

“Don’t ever do that again.” He warned. You nodded, murmuring an apology as he laid himself flat against the couch and pulled your hips closer to his face.

He breathed shakily against your core. You began to writhe in his hold as his cool breath hit your exposed pussy lips.

“Are you sure about this, baby? We could stop this at any moment.” He asked for the final time. It made you smile that he continued to ask you if this was really what you wanted.

“I’m sure. Please–oh, shit!” You yelped. Yoongi hadn’t even let you finish your sentence before he had his lips wrapped around your clit.

Your hands hesitantly tangled in his hair, as you were uncertain if he was okay with you touching him or not.

He sensed your hesitation and moaned in approval as you testingly tugged at his blonde locks.

His moan vibrated against your core, causing you to buck your hips up toward his face.

He grunted at this, using one of his arms to pin you down to the couch by your stomach, while his other arm pushed your flailing leg away from his face so he had more access to his meal.

“So good, baby. So fucking good,” He growled into you, his cock growing harder underneath him as more of your juices began to gush onto his face.

You didn’t know how it was possible, but he managed to pull you even closer to him as he licked a long stripe from your dripping hole back up to your clit, before he dipped his tongue inside of your clenching cunt and (quite literally) fucked you with his tongue.

You were a mess above him, your hair matted and stuck to your sweaty forehead as you relished in the feeling of his tongue collecting every drop of your arousal.

“‘M gonna cum, so fucking close, please please–” You begged him with your eyes closed. He took a glance up at you, wanting to watch you come undone on his tongue.

“SHIT!” You screamed, the euphoric bliss of your first orgasm knocking the wind out of you.

Yoongi hummed and pulled his tongue out of you, slipping two of his fingers into his mouth before lining them up with your cunt.

“You with me, babygirl?” He asked. You opened your eyes so you could see him, but you immediately closed them again ad he slid his digits into your wet hole.

“Ughh, oh my fucking God!” You let out a broken moan, tears welling in your eyes from the overstimulation.

“Hey, you’re okay, hm? I need to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible if you’re still willing to take my cock.” His words were caring, although there was a bit of cockiness behind them, almost as if he knew that you still would be in at least some pain from the stretch.

The thought alone excited him.

“Just a little bit more, okay? Hold out for me.” You were about to protest, when he pressed his hand against your lower stomach and began to piston his fingers in and out of you like a machine.

He curled them perfectly against that little spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling toward the back of your head, and your toes curling in pleasure.

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you came for the second time within a five minute span.

Yoongi left you to yourself for a moment as he hastily tugged his jeans down, not wanting to waste time to pull them off completely.

He was so eager to have your little cunt pulsing around him.

He fished around in his back pocket for a condom. He was thanking himself mentally for forgetting to take it out the last time he wore those jeans a few weeks ago.

“Could you be a doll and roll this on for me, baby?” He tore the wrapper open with his teeth and quickly tossed it aside as he handed you the slippery thing.

You took it with shaky hands, still not completely over your last two orgasms as you gently grabbed his cock and spread the condom over it.

“Oh, fuck.” He growled, the feeling of your little hand spreading over his throbbing dick enough to make him cum right there.

He desperately needed to be inside of you.

He grabbed his cock and began to rub circles around your clit, the small action making you gasp for air because of how sensitive you already were.

“Think you can still handle me?” You looked up at him. He wasn’t smirking, but you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Mhm, j-just please, be gentle.” You whimpered, and Yoongi nodded as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

For now.

He pushed just the tip into you, instantly catching your lips with his to prevent any sound of discomfort from leaving your mouth.

“Ready for some more?” He asked sweetly, as he pressed his forehead against yours. You winced, but nodded anyway.

He pushed the rest of his cock into you inch by inch, attempting to nullify the pain a bit by leaving kisses along the side of your neck and jaw.

“You’re taking me so well, ____.” He sat still for a moment, letting you adjust before he rocked his hips slightly.

He looked at you for approval, and when you nodded once he began to set a slow, steady rhythm with the pace of his thrusts.

“‘M not gonna last long, baby. You’re squeezing me so tight, I can barely fit my cock through.” You weren’t sure what it was about the way that he was talking to you, but it just made you clench around him even harder as he began to pick up speed.

“I need you to cum with me, Princess. Can you do that for me?” You nodded eagerly, already on the brink of insanity.

He licked his thumb and brought it down to your clit. You squeaked, and he grunted above you as he tried to ease himself inside of you without hurting you.

“Now, cum now.” He ordered, his arms shaking as he held himself up above you to prevent from collapsing on top of your chest.

You came with your mouth held open in a silent moan, your legs spasming around Yoongi’s waist as he slowly pulled out of you.

The corruption was only beginning.

“Hungry? I’m sure the food is plenty cool now.” You laughed breathlessly at his lame joke, as you covered your face with your hands while trying to catch your breath.

“I’ll go grab some for you, but I’ve got a question for you first.” He paused. “No, wait, two actually.” You glanced at him.

“Go for it.” You said, voice hoarse.

“Would you let me take you out sometime? I mean, on a real date?” You scoffed.

“I thought you were going to ask me to be your girlfriend or something.” You laughed. He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

“I was.” You froze.

“I backed out, though.”

“I mean, I would’ve said yes.” He snapped his head toward you.

“You would have?” You nodded, a small smile on your face.

“In that case, will you be my girlfriend, then?” You giggled at his shy demeanor, a complete 180 from how he handled you just a few minutes ago.

“Yes, I will.” He leaned down to peck your cheek.

“My last question...”

“Yeeeees?” You encouraged him to continue.

“Why are your nudes on your laptop anyway?”

“I hate you.”

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tbtssstuff · 4 years

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BTS reacting to exposing your relationship on VLive

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SeokJin:

You are one of the group’s make up artists

On your first day, you were assigned to be Jin’s make up artist

The first thing he noticed was how passionate you are. When you did makeup, you were so detailed and you took your time to make sure everything came out perfectly

He fell in love with that because being passionate about your art is something he definitely relates to

You both hit it off very well, you loved talking with Jin, you never ran out of things to talk about and you actually loved his dad jokes

Eventually you start dating and you both try to keep it on the down low to the other staff because it wouldn’t be very good if the word got out

Of course the rest of the boys knew and they would tease both of you because they loved how flustered you would get

One day after a concert you are helping the boys remove their makeup and the boys were doing a vlive, and you could hear Jin making fun of Jungkook

This goes on for a while then bantering back and forth eventually wrestling until Jungkook call out for you

“(Y/N) come get your man, he’s being a jerk” he says with a whiny voice

You freeze, the makeup remover falls from your hand to the floor

The boys freeze, Jungkook gasping realizing what he just did

Everyone looks to Namjoon not sure what to do at this point seeing as one of the biggest secrets they needed to keep was exposed

Namjoon walks over to the side out of the shot, Jin following him

“Jin what do you want to do?” Namjoon asks calmly as the other boys continue the live pretending like nothing happened

Jin looks at you and walks over to you “Babe what do you want to do?”

You contemplated for a moment then you took a deep breath and answered him. “Well, knowing army’s there is no way they didn’t think anything about that. I think we should tell them. We’ve been dating for a few years now. I think it will be okay if we do, I know that there will be some nasty comments, but I believe army’s want you to be happy.”

He smiled and grabbed your hand squeezing it tight. “Okay, let’s tell them”

So you guys tell Namjoon the plan and he agrees so you and Jin walk hand in hand to sit on the couch joining the other boys.

Jin speaks first “So this has been a secret, we wanted to tell you Army, though this is a little sooner than anticipated.” He said looking over at Jungkook accusingly, who apologizes with a nervous smile “But army, I want you to meet someone who means the world to me, this is (y/n). We didn’t expect it to happen, but we fell in love and I am very happy. I hope that you will be able to support our relationship and treat (y/n) well!.”

The boys and other staff start cheering and you both bow and look at each other smiling because now you don’t have to hide anymore. Both prepared to face anything as long as you’re together.

Yoongi:

You are a sound technician with BTS

You and Yoongi met for the first time during a concert when his IEM (in ear monitor) was having issues

He came backstage and you were helping him to fix it, talking to him while working on it and the chemistry you two had was great

Soon after meeting, you started hanging out and eventually dating

So one day after a concert you headed to the dressing rooms to get the IEMs from the boys

When you got to Yoongi, you helped him get his pack off and you chatted for a few minutes before it was time for you to go

You were about to go, but Yoongi grabbed your hand in for a quick kiss

Neither of you aware of Jimin walking in the room while filming right as he kissed you

He screamed and panned the camera to the other boys at lightning speed

Startling both of you causing you to look at Jimin then to the camera in his hand

Instantly both of you panic knowing he was doing a vlive

Yoongi steps back covering his mouth (like the gif above) in utter mortification not believing this was happening

He was always careful making sure not to be overly affectionate when others were around and he slipped up this one time because he didn’t know Jimin was going to do a vlive

Being the camera was facing the other way you walked over to him and made him look you in the eyes “Hey look at me, it’s going to be okay I promise. I’ll see you later okay” You said while squeezing his hand comfortingly then walking to return the IEMs

After the whole ordeal, Yoongi got out his phone to watch the comments on the vlive and surprisingly there were no comments about the kiss

The next day you all had a meeting to discuss everything and decided to remove the vlive just in case

By the end of the meeting you all came to the conclusion that it would be best to announce your relationship officially so no rumors would not spread and cause a scandal

So being the boys were scheduled for an interview, Yoongi introduced you to the hosts and army and announced that you were in a happy and healthy relationship

After the interview both you and Yoongi felt like the weight of the world was lifted from your shoulders because now you don't have to hide your love for each other anymore.

Namjoon:

You and Namjoon have been friends since childhood, and you started officially dating after he debuted

After the last concert of their tour, Namjoon decided to go home to visit his family and to see you

Your family and his family have always been close so tonight you were having a family dinner as you frequently did

As he was walking to his parent’s house, he was doing a vlive so he could record his family’s reaction because he didn’t tell them he was coming home

When he got there, he made sure to be as quiet as possible because he wanted to surprise them

When he walked into the dining room he expected to hear surprises screams from his family, what he didn’t expect was to basically be tackled with a hug by you

He caught you while still holding the camera up “Babe, why didn’t you tell me you were coming home I missed you so much!” You said tearing up because you were so happy to see him

“I missed you too baby, I didn’t know you were going to be here.” He said squeezing you tight, then it dawned on him that he was on Vlive so thousands of people were watching this happen.

Join awkwardly laughs looking at the camera and says “Well this needed to happen eventually anyways…” he pans the camera so it shows both of you “Army this is (y/n), we grew up together and we have been dating for a while now. I hope that you can accept and support us! I’m going to go now to spend time with my family, until next time.”

As he ended the vlive you look at him in shock “Wait Joon is this okay? What’s going to happen now?” You ask a little scared of the answer

“I don’t know, but I know we can get through it together.” He says pulling you in for a tight hug.

Hoseok:

You and Hobi have been dating for a while now, you met by complete chance

The boys went to a karaoke bar, and you also happened to be there with a group of your friends

When he got on the stage and started singing and he was such a goofball, and you enjoyed every second of it

When it came to be your turn he was captivated by you because you were cute and confident with your friends on stage with you

So after you were done he approached you and asked if he could buy you a drink and you two hit it off really well. He came to find out that you are a vocal coach, which explains why you were able to sing so well shortly after you two started dating

The boys just finished up with tonight’s concert and you joined them and the staff for dinner at this nice outdoor style restaurant

They were doing a vlive for the post concert celebration and of course there was some drinking so you could all distress a little bit and have fun

At some point in the night, Jin asked Hobi if he could hang out tomorrow and he was going to say yes but then he remembered something

The alcohol clouding his mind caused him to say “Oh wait I can’t I’ve got a date with (y/n) tomorrow” he said swinging his arm around you

You choked on your drink freaking out because you remembered you were on Vlive

As soon as Hobi realized what he just did his whole face dropped

Jin trying to save the situation jumped in “Haha nice joke, if you didn’t want to hang out with me you didn’t have to lie.” He said patting his back a little harder than a friendly pat to make sure he understood he just save his butt

He laughed and said “Sorry Hyung, the sad jokes are too much sometimes.” Relieved that he didn’t slip up too bad possibly putting his relationship with you at risk

Jimin:

You are an idol in a girl group

You met Jimin when you were both trainees you were both main dancers so you would run into each other a lot in the practice rooms

You would frequently eat meals together and just hang out after practices to relax

After you both debuted it was harder to see each other, so the times you got to hang out were more special to you both

One day Jimin asks you if you want to meet in the practice rooms to dance together because it’s been a while

You are both dancing for hours helping each other work on your dance routines

Eventually you both start goofing off and you play the music to a duet you learned when you were still trainees and you both start dancing to it

This song was a love song so the moves were intimate and it ended with a dip where he holds you in his arms looking down at you

You looked each other in the eyes breathing heavily after dancing and the moment is so perfect he leans in and kisses you

After he pulls away, he stands you back up and grabs your hands “(y/n) we’ve been so close ever since we were trainees and you mean so much to me. I know that I want to be in an official relationship with you.”

You say yes and pull him in for a hug

After you agree, you both talk about everything to figure out the best way to see each other without making people suspicious because it would be dangerous for the public to find out

So you agree to keep your relationship a secret. You can still hang out in the company because that’s what you have always done

But you made sure to not go anywhere in public and to try not to have many interactions during performances

This went on for years, both of you happy in your relationship. Even though you couldn’t see each other often because of your almost overwhelming schedules

But you made it work, you would text when you were able to and you would video chat. And on the rare occasion you could meet in the practice rooms you would meet up

And no one had a clue about your relationship… yet anyways

Both of your groups just made a comeback and you both performed at music bank

It was time for the results, and your group were one of the finalists

BTS was standing behind your group and when the announcer said that your group were the first place winners your group erupted in cheers so excited for your first win

Jimin was so excited for you that when you turned to him he picked you up in a hug and when he put you down, he grabbed your face and said “Congratulations (y/n), I am so proud of you, all your hard work has paid off!”

You were smiling and crying tears of joy so excited for the win and the support and your group members pulled you away from Jimin but not before you could silently mouth an ‘I love you’ to him, and he held up a finger heart back to you

As he walked backstage so your group could enjoy your win, Hobi walked up behind him swinging his arm around his shoulders and said “So Jimin, what was that back there?”

Jimin gulped nervously, “What do you mean? I was congratulating (y/n) for their first win. We’ve been friends for years and I’m just really happy for her.”

Hobi not buying a single word said “No friends don’t hug like that, or say I love you looking at each other like that”

Jimin started to panic a bit and pulled Hobi to the side and said “Okay obviously we are more than friends but no one can find out about this Hyung. What (y/n) and I have is very special and I don’t want to put our relationship at risk. We will tell people at the right time, but I want to let her enjoy this moment.”

Hobi gave him a cheeky smile and patted his back “It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone, but I think you and (y/n) need to talk about this and figure out what you’re gonna do. Because this time I was the only one who noticed, but there’s no telling who will see next time.”

After your group was finished, you came backstage to meet Jimin and when you found him you could tell something was on his mind. “Hey is everything okay?” You asked him, concern evident in your voice.

He looked up at you and flashed his famous eye hiding smile and said he was okay but asked you to meet him in the practice room at the company

You were still worried, but you said okay and left to go change and get your makeup removed.

When you were done you met him there, and he’s sitting on the floor scrolling through his phone so you go sit next to him and lean against his shoulder enjoying the comfort you rarely get to have with him

You sit there for a while, but you sit up and turn to face him “Okay now tell me because I’m dying to know, what was bothering you earlier?”

He turns towards you and gives a little chuckle “Well we just need to talk to you about a couple things. Nothing bad, just that today Hobi found out about us and he told me he thinks we should talk about what to do just in case someone else sees us.”

So you both talk it out and decide that telling people officially would be the best thing to do. So the first thing you do is talk to the CEO of the company to explain everything and ask to reveal the relationship in order to not cause rumors to spread

After a lengthy discussion everyone is in agreement

The first thing you do is tell your group members who were all supportive of you because they know how close you’ve always been

Then both of your groups do a vlive and Namjoon and your group leader tell the fans that there is a very special announcement they want to make

And then you and Jimin walk over to each other and hold hands and you tell the fans that you are officially in a relationship and you hope they can support you and you bow to the camera then walk to sit together as you all continue the vlive

You and Jimin start reading the comments, there are a few slightly negative comments, but a lot of them are very supporting

Some people actually said they shipped you two together and they were so excited for you both.

You looked at each other and smiled, very grateful to have the supportive fans you do. And also so grateful to have each other, to be there for each other no matter what may happen in the future.

Taehyung:

You and Tae met when he was a trainee, but you have only been dating for about 4 years now and it has been very difficult to hide your relationship, but you were both very Happy and you were able to travel with them so usually you could blend in as a staff member

One night after a concert you were all walk-in down the street to check into the hotel and at some point, Jin and Jungkook started a Vlive

You and Tae were towards the back of the group holding hands and joking around just having a good time

Namjoon was reading the comments and suddenly he started seeing comments of people asking who Taehyung was holding hands with, is Taehyung dating, and other messages basically slandering whoever was walking with him.

He looked closer to the video feed and realized that in the very back was Tae and you holding hands for everyone to see

He didn’t tell you guys immediately because he didn’t want to cause a panic

So he casually walked up to Jin and Jungkook and said that it was time for them to end the live because they were almost at the hotel

When you get to the hotel and get settled in your rooms, you guys hear a knock on the door and open it to see Namjoon standing there with a conflicted look on his face

Once he got in the room you all sat down on the bed and he spoke “Guys don’t panic, but armies were able to see the two of you together during Jins Vlive earlier and people were asking questions.”

It’s like the whole world stopped turning

After all this time of avoiding contact in front of people and the one time you break that rule the secret is basically out.

You start to panic not able to control your emotions

Tae just stares blankly at first, but he snaps out of it and he turns to you to try to calm you down

He wipes your tears away and gently holds your face “(y/n) shh, shh , it’s okay. Everything will be okay, we just need to make a plan.”

You focus on calming your breathing and you close your eyes comforted by how cool his hands are against your face

“Right (y/n), it will all work out. Tomorrow we will talk to our boss and see what our best plan of action would be. For now I think it would be best if we all get some rest and clear our heads” Namjoon says giving you a bright smile

You nod in agreement. And as Namjoon leaves you snuggle up to Tae ready to sleep and prepare for tomorrow

The next day the decision that is made is to do a vlive to reveal your relationship publicly

So that’s what you do, unfortunately there are a lot of mean comments from the antis who don’t support your relationship, but there are also a lot of comments of support

Its conflicting to have the hate comments, but seeing the love shows who the true armies are anyways

You look to Tae and smile, you know it’s going to be hard, but you are beyond willing to follow this man anywhere. And he feels the same way about you.

Jungkook:

Jungkook would be doing a vlive in his hotel room after one of their concerts he had his camera set up and he was working on his laptop

He wasn’t talking very much because he was focused on the lyrics he was working on and he actually forgot he was doing a vlive

You came in about 30 minutes later because you went out to get food

You walk in the room and over to him bags of food in hand

There is a small dining table behind the desk he’s working at so you go and spread out the food and you call him over

Once he smells the food he stands up and practically bounces over to you and gives you a hug because he is starving after the concert because he wanted to wait to get back to the hotel so he could eat with you.

“Thanks jagi I don’t know what I would do without you.” He says kissing your cheek

So you both sit and start eating just talking about your days

Neither of you aware of the vlive still going with millions of army’s watching you

This goes on until you both get startled by the almost booming knocking on the door.

You get up and walk over to open the door to a panting Jimin who ran from his room to yours

“(Y/N) Jungkook was doing a vlive!” He whispers, hold up his phone panic evident in his voice

You slowly turn around and look at the camera sitting on his desk he just looks at the two of you completely unaware of what’s going on

You face palm and call him over to you and Jimin shows him the phone

He instantly runs over to his desk and sees the camera sitting there with a clear view of the table and realizes that army would have seen the interactions he shared with you.

He doesn’t say anything he just ends the live obviously confusing armies

Jimin speaks up “Jungkook what happened?!”

“I don’t know, I guess I got so focused on writing the lyrics I completely forgot I was live.” He said looking down ashamed for slipping up like that

You put your hand on his back “It will be okay Kookie, we will figure something out. Let’s talk to the other boys and Bang PD Nim and figure out what we need to do.”

“Yeah she’s right, don’t get too worried about it.” Jimin says trying to comfort the distressed Maknae.

The next day after a long meeting with Big Hit’s CEO and the other members

The decision is to announce your relationship publicly. So there is a quick photo session and then Big Hit announces on social media and their website that you and Jungkook are in an official relationship

Of course there is some negative backlash, but there is more support than you both could have ever hoped for.

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bangtan-madi · 4 years

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Year of the Rabbit — Four: Resolutions

Pairing — Jungkook x Reader, Hoseok x Yoongi, Taehyung x Jimin

Tags — best friend!Jungkook, non-idol au, flower shop au, gym au, florist!MC, gym owner!Jungkook, brother!Namjoon, friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining

Genre — fluff, slight angst

Word Count — 3.9k

Summary — Blame it on the storm or the secret feelings or the snow-in, but one thing is for sure: a lot can happen to two best friends when they're confined to their stores overnight.

Warnings — language

Part — 4 / 7

Previous — Next

When you've gathered a couple pans and utensils, you scurry back to the baker. The moment to yourself made things a bit easier to hide. But the thought of Jungkook's closeness still presses against your mind's backdoor. When you return, it's even harder to ignore. He's meticulously counting ingredients, lips pursed in an adorable manner. He's organized the containers around him, with the portable stovetop in front. In the makeshift kitchen, he's completely at home as he chops protein for the Tteokguk. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the beautiful array of ink is on display. He sits cross-legged, oddly domestic in front of the bakery.

"You just gonna stand there, or are you going to get down here and help me?"

You shake your head and walk towards the dimly-lit space. On the way, you admire the colorful array of rainbow lights around you. "They really went all-out with the Lunar New Year decor, didn't they?"

Jungkook takes the pans and utensils you offer him, muttering a swift thank you. "They're pretty. I think they give the space a nice ambiance."

As he measures ingredients, you remove the blanket from your shoulders, fold it several times over, and use it as a cushion. Jungkook's skilled hands work on measuring the oils and spices, along with a healthy dose of soy sauce. He places each ingredient in small bowls and sets them off to the side.

"How'd you get the power for the stovetops?"

"The generator's through the door behind the bakery," he replies. "I plugged it in and borrowed some from that." He nods to the bottled water at his side. "Can you get some water going on the stove? Fill it up halfway. That should be enough."

"Then we add the brisket, right?" It takes four or five bottles before the pot on the largest of the three burners is to your liking. "I barely remember this from when Mom used to make it."

Jungkook smiles up at you as he offers a smaller dish of protein. His arm maneuvers around the burner, avoiding the heat source to not risk any burns. "And the garlic."

You shake your head, and after the water begins to boil, you add both ingredients. "It's a good thing you remember this, Gym Bunny. Otherwise, we'd both starve."

"No need to thank me for that," he snickers. "What you should be thanking me for is coming back for you at all. I could've stayed at your nice, warm apartment with the damn cat, but no. I braved the winter storm—"

"—Like an idiot—"

"—To save your ass. You're welcome."

"Maybe you should've stayed with Elizabeth the 3rd, then! I could've made it out on my own, or found this place, and would've had some nice peace and quiet."

Jungkook rolls his eyes. As he reaches for a knife, placing the edge of the sharp blade against the green onion, he winces. The painful twitch of both his expression and his fingers isn't lost on you. He tries to grip the knife again, and when you glance down, you see his fingers are still tinged red from the cold. That hour he spent trekking from your apartment to the flower shop took a toll on him. It's one that he's refused to acknowledge.

"Dumbass," you mutter under your breath. Reaching across, you take the utensil from his tattooed hands. You slide the makeshift cutting board (an upside-down plate) over to your side of the little kitchen. "Stop trying to grip things. Your fingers are still half-frozen."

Jungkook relents, which surprises you in and of itself. He doesn't comment on the state of his hands. He only moves onto the next task of separating the egg yolks from the whites.

Your attention shifts from the green onions up to your best friend. It's difficult not to be caught off-guard by his silence. "You okay, Kookie?"

The brunet's dark eyes move up to yours, and he gives a soft smile. "Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry, didn't realize they were still hurt...and you know how I feel about not being able to do things."

You finish the chopping and set the greens aside. "Don't beat yourself up about it. You need to learn to lean on others from time to time. A little teamwork won't kill you."

"It won't?"

A loud laugh slips out at his snide comment, which brings back Jungkook's adorable smile. He continues to tell you what to prep next, and as the minutes pass, you find yourself slipping into a rhythm with him. It's not the first time you've cooked together; far from it. Between after-school study sessions in high school, midnight mental health breakdowns in college, and post-education hangouts, the two of you have made a mess plenty of times. Much to Yoongi's dismay.

A chuckle slips out at the sudden resurgence of those college-era memories. "What do you think Yoongi would say if he saw us here right now, trying to make Tteokguk in the middle of a supermarket?"

Jungkook giggles as he adds the rice cakes to the boiling brisket and water, along with most of the spices and oils. "He'd probably just roll his eyes and warn us to clean up or he'd bury our bodies in the woods. His reaction doesn't scare me as much as Seokjin's."

The mention of your mutual friend causes you to double-over in laughter. Seokjin, the most traditional Korean man you know, would be horrified. "He'd probably just...die."

"But not before he'd scream at us," Jungkook adds, raising the large wooden spoon and gesturing to you. His eyes widen and he changes his voice to mimic Seokjin's satoori. "You can't just cook Tteokguk like that! What are you thinking? You're lucky you're not my son or I would have disowned you if I saw you using pre-made, frozen rice cakes! Hey! Stop it! I raised you better than this!"

The impression is spot-on, so much so that it has you gasping for air and red in the face from laughing. Tears burn your eyes, and you wave your hand at Jungkook, a silent plead for him to stop. You're unlucky enough that your best friend is a slight sadist and enjoys seeing you lose your mind.

"If you think it's so funny to cheat out on a thousand years of Korean cuisine history, then go ahead! But not in my house, and you have to be obedient to me because I'm an older person!"

"Stop, stop, stop," you gasp, curling in on yourself as you fall over onto the soft blanket. "It. Hurts."

Jungkook continues his impression. His expression and voice grow more dramatic as time goes on. "Is this the thanks I get for buying your meals, huh? Do you know how many times I did that when you were a broke college freshman? I can't even count on my fingers! I don't have enough! I can't calculate! Because I secretly can't count!"

"Jeon Jungkook!" you rasp, smiling so wide your face hurts. "Please, god, stop."

Finally, he relents, voice shifting to a collection of giggles. Your breathing returns to normal, and your facial redness subsides. "You okay there, Flower Child?"

"I will kill you."

Jungkook smirks as he begins to add the final ingredients to the Tteokguk. "Highly doubt that. Especially with the Tteokguk almost done!"

Pulling yourself back into a seated position, you give Jungkook a pouty expression. "You promised me Hwajeon." You hold up a container of edible flowers.

The brunet chuckles at your childish expression. He rolls his sleeves up a little farther, showing more of his tattoo sleeve in the process. He pushes the bag of flour to your side of the burners. "Have at it then. I'll finish up the Teokguk while you fry the cakes."

Your smile widens and you take the ingredients with eager hands. As you measure, Jungkook begins final preparations for the meal. He adds nori and strips of fried egg yolks. The smells that fill the supermarket are divine. For a moment, you forget the situation that brought you here. The blizzard outside. The lack of power. The fact that you're trapped in the store until morning. None of it matters anymore. Jeon Jungkook has always had that effect on you; he excels at making people forget their problems and sadness. It's one of the reasons you missed him more than life while spending time as an exchange student.

"What're you thinking about?" he asks, after a moment of silence.

Shrugging your shoulders, you begin to roll the ball of warm dough into smaller balls and prep them for frying. "Just about the past year. A lot's happened." You take a few of the edible flowers and press one into the flattened face of each bough ball. "A lot's changed."

Jungkook nods his agreement, once again stirring the pot. When he speaks again, his voice is softer. "How do you feel about your last semester at university?"

"Glad it's finally almost done," you scoff. "Been a long time coming. I loved traveling abroad, but it made me realize that what I have here with my friends, with the shop...this is home. Once the three of us graduate, I bet business will pick up."

Jungkook's shoulders relax, and he sighs in a way that almost sounds relieved. "So you think you're with those two idiots for the long-haul, huh?"

Thinking of Hoseok and Yoongi brings a sentimental smile to your face. You toss the first round of flattened dough into the oiled skillet. "I think so. We all work together well, and I love Seoul. I don't see myself living anywhere else, really. As a small business owner, you know what I mean when I say you're kinda anchored to your business."

"At least you have an online aspect," he snickers. Reaching for the serving bowls, he nods his chin towards the front of the store, as if to his gym across the street. "Can't exactly work out virtually."

"Ha! I wish."

"But I get what you mean, and honestly? I'm glad to hear it. I was kinda worried you'd end up loving the U.S. and...I don't know, want to move out of Korea or something."

As you flip the Hwajeon over, your gaze drifts upward. Jungkook's hair hangs over his eyes, but under that, you can see a rosy blush spread across his cheeks. His lip is between his teeth as he focuses on pouring the soup without spilling. If you didn't know better, you'd say he was embarrassed.

"Would you miss me if I did?"

The question comes out without you thinking too hard about it. From the way Jungkook keeps his eyes away from yours, you second-guess if it was the right thing to ask. God knows it could be read into pretty easily. But the little feeling in the back of your mind, the one you'd locked away, has found a lock-pick. It's desperately trying to free itself. It wants to know the answer. For that reason, you wait with bated breath for a response.

"Like hell," he admits. "You're my best friend. I go to you about everything. I...don't know what my life would be like if I didn't have you in it, to be honest."

His words are sentimental, filled with truth, and drag out a complex array of feelings. You're both elated and terrified. Mostly the former, but the tiny prick of dread in your chest won't go away. Your realization from earlier in the evening is accompanied by these intense feelings.

And since you have no idea what to do with them, you answer the best way you can, through a clouded mind. "Well, you don't need to worry, Bunny. I'm not going anywhere."

Jungkook's eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles. Finishing with the plating, he nods to the Hwajeon. "About done?”

"What? Oh—yeah. Just about."

He passes you a plate and turns off both burners. "Then let's eat. Put them on the plate and follow me. I found the perfect place for a Lunar New Year meal."

After the Hwajeon is plated and the dual bowls of Tteokguk are on a platter, Jungkook leads you towards the front area of the supermarket. It's farther down than you previously ventured. It's past the food and drink to the small home goods, clothing, and electronics section. He must've come across it when he was looking for the burners.

In the corner, next to the large windows at the front, there's a window display similar the one at the flower shop. It's a cubby of sorts, where the bay windows extended into the sidewalk. There used to be mannequins displayed with a variety of winter clothing. Jungkook's shoved them aside. In their place, he's arranged several blankets and pillows around a low table. He's even pushed one of the storage bins up behind the pillows to have something to lean back against.

"You did all this by yourself?" you ask.

Jungkook nods, sets the food onto the low table, and settles onto one of the cushions with a sigh. "You took forever getting the utensils, so I came over here and messed with some stuff." He pats the spot beside him. "The snow's lightening a bit. It looks so pretty from inside. Maybe we'll even see some fireworks in a little while."

You take your seat beside him, trying to ignore the fact that his thigh presses against yours and his arm brushes your shoulder when he offers you your bowl. For a moment, your eyes lock. Jungkook averts his attention, his dimple popping out as he purses his lips.

Taking it with a small "thank you" and slight bow of your head, you turn your gaze from the awkward boy down to the meal. Inhaling the aroma, you let a lazy smile spread across your face.

"Holy shit, this smells amazing."

"Just like Mom's," he breathes. Turning to the side, he holds up his glass bowl towards yours. "Cheers?"

"To a Happy New Year." You tap your bowl against his, giggling at the soft clink that it makes.

After digging in and continuing to praise yourselves on a job well done, you change the topic of conversation. "So, you have any New Year's resolutions?"

"Isn't that an American thing?"

"It never hurts to look forward," you say in a snide tone, rolling your eyes at Jungkook's grin. "Fess up. What are you looking forward to in the Year of the Rabbit?"

Jungkook settles back against the pillows, taking another sip from the broth. "You first."

"Well..." you trail off, watching the blizzard slow to a soft fluttering of snowflakes outside the neon-lit window. "Kinda already told you mine, to be honest. Graduate. Grow the shop. Expand the business. Things of that nature."

"What about in your personal life?"

"Well, now that you mention it, I wanna get back to Ilsan to visit Mom and Dad more. I should also probably track down Joon and spend more time with h—"

"—Not what I meant, [Y/n]," Jungkook interrupts.

You tilt your head when you glance at him out of the corner of your eye. "What did you mean then?"

The brunet shrugs and grabs a piece of Hwajeon. "You've been single ever since you dated that douche in high school. What was his name?"

"Ugh, Hae-song," you groan, not at all enjoying the resurgence of your exes name.

"Yeah! That one," Jungkook chuckles. "I get best friend rights to know if you're seeing anyone lately."

"Awfully brave of you to assume that Hae-song was my last boyfriend."

Jungkook's eyes widen. "Did I miss something—Wait, when you were in the States?"

You nod once and set your finished bowl aside, glancing over your shoulder at the drink aisle a few meters away. Hopping up, you scurry over and grab a couple of bottles of you and Jungkook's favorites. "This conversation's going to need some soju," you murmur under your breath. "I can feel it."

Settling back down at his side, you offer one of the bottles to Jungkook with a tired smile. Cracking yours open with ease, you take a long sip before settling back against the cushions. Jungkook opens his in silence and allows you to collect your thoughts.

"Yeah, I met a guy," you admit. "He was another exchange student from Daegu. Whatever the odds, he ended up in the same group as me. We studied together a lot, and then we started dating a few weeks in."

"Are you still together?"

"God no," you reply, shaking your head fervently. "I would've told you if I was by now. We broke up a little before I left. He wanted to stay in the States long-term, as in, like, get a work Visa and move there. I'm not about a long-distance relationship. So we both thought it best to go our separate ways."

Jungkook nods along to your story, doing his best to understand where you're coming from. "Do you miss him?"

"Not really. He was nice and all, but we weren't all that close. I knew what I wanted out of life; so did he. Neither of us was gonna change, so it was easier to let go."

"Oh..." he breathes, then takes another gulp of the alcoholic beverage.

"Sounds horrible when I say it like that." You laugh it off, then bump your shoulder against Jungkook's. His silence makes you a tiny bit smug, and his intense focus on the soju bottle invites a little giggle to escape. "Is someone jealous?"

Through flustered words, Jungkook manages to sputter, "Yeah, you wish. I...again, would've missed the hell out of you if you'd stayed. For a second, you scared me."

In a burst of bravery, aided by the alcohol in your system, you reach for Jungkook's free hand. Your fingers brush against his tattooed knuckles as you hold it between your own. Your touch is gentle. Even more so when you notice the slight scarlet hue that still ruminates on his fingertips.

You smile, softly running a forefinger across the ink on the back of his hand. "I hope you believe me when I say I'm not leaving."

Jungkook doesn't move an inch as your hands rest on his. He barely even breathes, afraid to move or speak or exhale. If it means running the risk of pushing you away by accident, he'd rather stay frozen for the rest of the night.

"Promise, jagiya?"

Emphasis is given to your words as you hook your smaller pinky around his. Despite the cold outside, his skin is warm, and the touch sends sparks through your body. It doesn't help that he's close enough to hear your breathing. Close enough to rest his head on yours if he wanted to. Close enough kiss if you wanted to.

You shove that thought away, squeezing your pinky to mask your true feelings. "I promise." Embarrassed, you let his hand drop to his thigh and cross your arms over your chest. The action readjusts you to put a little more space between you both, much to Jungkook's dismay. "Your turn, Gym Bunny. What are your resolutions?"

"You never answered my question, though."

Rolling your eyes, you retort, "Fine. No, I'm not seeing anyone, nor do I have anyone in mind. Happy? Now, your turn."

Though taken back by your sudden withdrawal from him, Jungkook tries to focus on the question instead of the way the ghost of your touch lingers on his tattooed knuckles. "Well, like you, I wanna grow the business. Jimin and I are planning to look at some locations in Gangnam later this spring. If all goes well until then, we're going to open a second location before the year's up."

"That's great, Kookie!"

Your best friend chuckles at your enthusiasm. "We're excited. Feels like a step in the right direction. Growth, y'know?"

"What about personal life?" you inquire. "Don't think you're getting out of that one either. You broke up with your girlfriend before the holidays. Interested in anyone else lately?"

"Actually...there is someone," Jungkook admits. He reaches for another bite of Hwajeon and offers you a second piece. "I'm not sure they see me the same way as I see them, though."

"How do you know?"

He shrugs again. "A feeling. I realized how I felt about them last fall, which is why I broke up with my ex. We weren't in love, and we both knew that."

"All this while I was gone?" you ask, feeling a sense of dread wash over you. Maybe he was lying before when he said he hadn't met anyone new in the time you were gone. From the way he's talking now, it sounds like he's interested in someone else.

"Yeah. It's been building for a while, I think, but it only hit me right before the holidays."

Popping the cap off the second bottle of soju, you take a long swig before adding, "Sounds like you got it bad, Bunny. Why haven't you said anything to them?"

"Scared of messing up?" he replies, answering it more like a question than a statement, as if he's unsure himself. "Scared of what they'd do. Scared of ruining our relationship now. Scared that it'll end up being one-sided." The brunet finishes his bottle and places it on the table. "I was lucky with my ex; both of us realized that we weren't right for the other. What if, this time, I let myself fall, only to have the rug ripped out from under me?"

If you're honest, hearing his concerns about the person he's falling for gives you a plethora of mixed feelings. Half of you desperately wants to believe he's talking about you. The other half is terrified that he's thinking of someone else. His words could lend themselves either way. You've only ever been best friends. And you realize how long it took you to finally realize your true feelings. You doubt that he's come to the same conclusion, at the same time.

No one is that lucky.

Even as your chest aches, the wish for him to be happy—no matter what—forces you to put your own emotions aside. "Do you trust this person?"

"Yes."

"Okay. And do they trust you?"

"I think so. I hope so."

You offer your companion a second bottle, which he gladly takes. "Do you think you could truly be happy if you kept your feelings to yourself? If you never told them?"

"Probably not," he sighs, forcing a smile. "I don't see this feeling going away anytime soon."

"Then, in my humble opinion, you gotta tell them. Even if it's scary, even if it ends up being awkward, even if you feel like it might be one-sided. You're not going to rest easy until it's out in the open." Your blatant hypocrisy is not lost on you, even as you speak. "If you really feel this way about this person, I don't think there's another option."

"And if they reject me?"

"'Better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all'?"

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The taste of Red Wine part 5

A/N: Hey everyone long time no see, happy new years! (very late I knooow!) Anyways it’s been quite a while since the I last posted a chapter of TTORW (the taste of red wine). The reason being why is: I’ve been procrastinating so much and had been lazy. Also, I kept changing the plot in chapter 5, because I didn’t like the way I wrote and it was kinda boring (you feel me?). But also I have been busy with my personal life and had been working a lot at my job. But it is finally time to post this chapter.

Any who here’s chapter 5, I’ve used a lot on time writing this.

The previous chapter is here. So I hope you all will enjoy it!

Genre: Mafia AU, Teacher! Female Reader, Mafia leader! Yoongi.

Warnings: Violence, bad language, angst, blood, gun shots, wounds, cursing, mentions of smoking, alcohol, flirting, slight hint of Yoongi being jealous and possessive? (Bruh. I don’t how this works, let me know if I should add more)

Summary: You’re starting to get the hang of doing Mafia business, somehow you feel like your ordinary teacher life will start to clash with your adventurous Mafia assistant life upon meeting this new colleague. How will Y/N handle that?

Last edited: On the 11th of August 2022 due to some minor phrases and word changes.

Wordcount: 9,459

The next morning I woke up to the shimmering sunlight from my window. I yawned loudly as I stood up and gazed down at the crowded city. It was Wednesday the 6th of May, at 7:00 AM.

Today sure is chilly, I guess it’ll rain today. I'll make sure to bring an umbrella.

I went into the living room as I let out a small giggle. He looks so cute sleeping there quietly and peacefully. I sat on my knees as I cuddled his nose, poor thing. His nose was icy cold like a snowball, I tried to pull back. “Five more minutes… You’re so warm…” It sounded from a sleepy Yoongi’s raspy morning voice as he wrapped an arm around my back burying his head onto me. “Alright, but only five minutes.” I patted his messy blonde hair and admired his pale face for a moment, naturally my hand cupped his cheek.

I knew he was nothing but danger. But I couldn’t help… but think all he ever wanted was to be: loved, heard, and understood by someone.

Yoongi groaned as he finally opened his eyes and sat up. “Good morning Y/N.” But I was still deep in my thoughts when I suddenly woke up. “Good morning, Sir Min Suga,” I said as I removed my hand and rubbed my arm awkwardly. “Heh, it’s okay you can call me Yoongi when my members aren’t around. You know that right?” He sat up as he looked me up and down before looking away shyly. I guess my silk dress is too short, he’s such a dork. “Are you hungry? Should I make us some breakfast?” He nodded as he got up to use the bathroom and I went to the kitchen as I wore my apron. Then I turned on the gas stove as I grabbed a pan and grabbed some eggs. I cracked them into a bowl and whisked vigorously, afterward I chopped some vegetables then I mixed them with the egg mixture. Afterward, I washed the rice and turned the rice cooker on, whilst it was cooking I sliced some tofu and soaked it in soy sauce. I placed the vegetable omelets on a plate, then Yoongi came out shirtless with a white towel around his neck.

“Breakfast’s almost done–” I dropped my wooden spatula as I saw his fine features up close. “Do you like what you’re seeing, Y/N?” He cooed as he pinned his arm on the refrigerator and I got flustered as he took advantage of this whole situation.

My back meeting the refrigerator as I tried to look away but he lifted my chin, making my eyes only focus on him. “Yoongi…–” He cupped my face and pulled me into a deep long kiss. I hesitated a bit but finally brought myself to hold onto his chest. Our lips parted after a couple of seconds. “Mmm, you’re a surprisingly good kisser, Y/N.” Yoongi put on a smug smile on his face, before running his thumb over my bottom lip, and all I could do was watch him embarrassedly.

“P-put on a goddamn shirt! You can’t walk around like that around a woman you know!” I yelled as I plated some radish Kimchi. He chuckled as he picked up his clothes and wore them. I handed him a bowl filled with warm rice topped with some red and black beans. “Thanks, it smells amazing.” We ate as Yoongi asked for seconds and I smiled. “So what time do you head to your workplace?” I tilted my head as I scoffed. “I’m off today, I have some courses to attend in Busan. Why?” His tongue clicked as he checked his phone before finally speaking. “Well, I’m meeting with Jaebeom around 1:00 PM, meanwhile I think I should help you with the hacking program Jungkook sent you.” I gasped as I laughed. “Oh! Yeah, I almost forgot about that.” I said as I went to my bedroom. “Just stay there, I’ll get my laptop.” Yoongi walked around as his eyes scanned the living room, he noticed a closed door. Curiosity killed his mind as he opened the door and went inside to explore. “So this is the bastard’s bedroom.” The bed was a mess, alcohol and food stains were visible on the carpet floor. But what caught his attention was the dusted shelf with some photos of Y/N and Daniel.

A letter with pink hearts saying: “Thank you for loving and being with me. Happy 3rd anniversary, love you lots. - Yours truly Y/N M. Lee”

“Yoongi, what are you doing in here? You can’t just enter Daniel’s room like that…” I saw him hold the framed photo of me and Daniel when he finally turned around. “Why isn’t he here? Your so-called boyfriend?” His left fist clenched and I sighed, facepalming as I pulled his hand. We left the room.

“Look. I told you he’s staying at his friend’s place for a while. It’s pretty normal for couples to have fights and arguments.” I held my laptop close to my chest trying to comfort my pathetic excuse, “I mean that’s when you know a relationship is strong…” Yoongi was quiet and didn’t respond. I bet what I just said must’ve upset him. “Never mind. Guess you’re just like every other naive woman. Come on, let’s just focus on the hacking program.” He said as he sat down on the couch, it took me a couple of minutes before placing the laptop on the table and turning my back to him.

“…Other naive women? Tch, thanks Suga.” I stood there crossing my arms before slamming my hands on the table. Feeling myself get fierce and as that word struck a nerve in me. “Why don’t you hire some other placeholder as your stupid replacement for Jeon Jungkook?! Like that girl Candy, Huh?!” This was the second time I’ve raised my voice at Yoongi and potentially threatened him. A couple of seconds went by and only silence was present in the room.

“I should just go, you know. Ask Jungkook to help you out, whatever you do. I don’t give a fucking damn.” He stood up fixing his tie before walking for the door. “Yoongi… W-wait I didn’t mean–” He turned around and glared. “Whatever it is, it’s not important. I’ve some business to take care of and I don’t have any time for your unnecessary drama.” Yoongi said as he walked out and closed the door behind him. I felt myself fall to my knees and cover my face. “Why am I so fucking stupid? Nngh… Stupid, stupid, stupid…” I began whimpering and sobbing, I once again let my emotions get the best of me. After 30 minutes of spacing out and feeling the guilt, I got up to check on my phone. I had 3 unread messages from the mysterious number I’ve never seen.

01 09 19 97:

“Hello Lee Y/N Noona”

“How’s the hacking program running any problems or technical issues? Just tell me and I’ll help you right away, boss said something important came up.”

“By the way this is Jungkook.”

I smiled a bit seeing his cute and polite texts. “Thanks, Jungkook. It means a lot, sure thing let me just check it through.” I opened my laptop and ran the program as I checked the settings.

“I’ll make sure to write back to you and keep you updated if anything goes wrong.” I sighed before seeing all the green digits and different files named ‘tutorials’. I clicked around for 40 minutes as I decided to call Jungkook.

“Hello? Hi~ Jeon Jungkook, am I bothering you? No, I’m sorry, it’s just. I think I’ve got the hang of it and such. And I was thinking, no I was wondering if we could meet up at a cafe and test it out? Really? You’ll come to pick me up? Thank you so much!” I brightened up a little by talking with Jungkook, though he’s the youngest. He seems like the kindest and good guy among the Bangtan Gang. The clock showed 12:05 PM on my watch as I waited for him near the Gangnam station, holding my red umbrella as it was raining. I checked my hair and face one more time, reassuring that I didn’t have something on it.

A silver KIA car pulled up as Jungkook lowered the window and smiled. “Good afternoon, Noona. How are you?” I couldn’t help but smile back, though his arm was injured he drove all the way here to pick me up. “I’m good Jungkook, how are you? You shouldn’t have driven if your arm’s still injured. I feel terrible for making you do this.” He chuckled as he rubbed the steering wheel, looking confident. “I’m alright Noona, really. If I can play Overwatch then driving you to the “City Hall” Station shouldn’t be much of a problem.” I scoffed before ruffling his hair and giggling. He smiled when suddenly his eyes looked down on my lips and then up to my eyes. He got shy as he looked away blushing slightly. “Silly guy, there’s no way I’d let you drive, the other members would be so worried. Now move over, Noona knows a shortcut.” He agreed as he moved over to sit in the passenger seat. After driving for a bit, I parked the car as we headed inside a coffee shop.

“So if I want to reach “Yeonsan” Station in Busan… I’ll have to take Line 1 all the way to “City Hall” Station. From there switch to Line 1 heading towards Nopo and that should be just one long stop.” I explained to myself as I walked with Jungkook, he chuckled. “Noona you sure are weird, but still very smart.” He said, rubbing his ear as he entered the coffee shop. “What really? Well, it’s just that I’ve to be somewhere in an hour that’s why. Anyways what would you like to order? I’ll treat us to something delicious.” His eyes widened as he shook his head politely.

“No, no. Noona I can’t let you pay, not after all the work you’re doing for us–” I smiled as I declined, sitting down near the glass window. “No, really it’s fine, Jungkook. I mean it, after all, you drove all the way here with that injured arm. This is the least I can do, you know.” My dimples were showing from smiling so much at Jungkook. Looking at him, he’s as cute and kinda resembles an innocent bunny. I have a hard time believing he’s the hitman of the Bangtan Gang…

“Umm Noona, I'd like to order a cup of café latte. Pretty please.” He bowed his head before chucking a bit and showing me a soft smile. “Sure I’ll get you that. I’ll be right back.” I got up walking to the line as I waited patiently for my turn to order. “Hi, I’m Johnny and what can I do for you, Ms.?” I nodded as I pointed to the menu cart on the board. “Yes, I’d like to order one hot Café Latte and one Iced Caramel Macchiato, thank you.” I paid as I got our drinks and made my way to Jungkook. When my eyes caught the attention of a handsome young man, he looked much like Prince Eric from ‘The Little Mermaid’. His soft dark brown hair, the white shirt he was wearing. And those pretty brown eyes were gazing into mine. He flashed me a soft smile as I looked away, realizing I was staring for a long time. “Noona, is everything alright? You stood there and just stared at the air…” I sat down as I shook my head a little.

“Yeah, yeah. I just… spaced out a bit. Sorry, you had to wait a bit too long. But here’s your drink, one warm Café Latte and one Iced Caramel Macchiato for me, hehe.” I took a little sip of mine as I giggled. “Wow Noona, thanks so much! This tastes really great, I guess coffee in Busan is tastier than Seoul.” We both laughed as he took out a tablet. “Alright, I know you probably got the hang of it. But let me show you how it works. Look at the electric menu board with all the beverages.” I looked closely as Jungkook tapped on his tablet before one of the beverages changed into ‘Banana Milk’. “W-Woah! That’s so cool, how did you do that?!” He smirked as he showed me the same program as my laptop running on his tablet.

“You see, Noona, I’m not only a great hacker. I’m also an excellent programmer.” He winked and smirked as he showed me his phone running the same program too. “Wow. You’re really amazing, Jeon Jungkook!” He laughed before typing some stuff and pressing a few buttons. “Wait for it and there!” He hacked one of the security cameras monitoring us. “Omg Jungkook you’re so cool! Now quit it or we’ll get kicked out!” I giggled as he returned everything back to normal, we both laughed. Some time had passed as I learned a few more things about hacking and altering digits. “Anyways, I think Boss would like you to join the meeting with the GOT7 Gang.”

Jungkook mentioned, packing his laptop into his backpack as he checked the time. I thought back to the fight that we had earlier this morning as I felt guilty. “No. I don’t think Suga needs me to be there for that meeting. Last time with the GOT7. Things didn’t really go well last time and I’m probably a nuisance anyways–” I was blabbering when he interrupted me with an obvious question. “Could it be, did you and Hyung fight or argue today?” My eyes went from staring at the ground to look up at Jungkook once before nodding.

“Yeah, we kinda did. And it’s all because of me. I’m the one at fault. I think he hates me now, once again Y/N’s a huge idiot…” Jungkook patted my hair as he smiled brightly. “Don’t worry about it, Noona. I know Boss Suga can be cold and direct, I’m sure he doesn’t feel that way about you. You’re not an idiot.” His words made me feel a little less guilty as I walked down the street for my train. “Jeon Jungkook, thank you. It means a lot and thanks for teaching me once again.” I bowed my head, showing my gratitude as he chuckled.

“No need to thank me. After all, Noona you treated me to coffee. So I guess that makes us even?” I nodded as I waved while smiling. “Drive safe, I’ll see you around.” I headed down the subway. I was checking how many minutes until Line 1 would arrive. It was just 3 minutes and I checked my phone to see the time. I entered it as I listened to “Some” by BOL4. The long ride was over as I finally reached “Yeonsan Station”. I recognized the building as I headed inside. I had to check-in at the reception, I saw a lady with the name tag 'Im Na Yeon’. I approached her desk as I greeted her.

“Hello, Miss how may I help you?” I smiled, bowing my head. “Yes could you kindly help me, find this?” I asked, taking out my ID and the meeting information. “Just need to find the place for English courses and here’s the information.” Nayeon smiled as she looked at her computer screen. “Yes Ms. Meílíng, it’s on the 13th floor, down the blue hall and it’s room 93. You can take the elevator over there.” She explained pointing as I bowed again, making my leave. “Thank you so much, have a great day Miss,” I said as I walked to the elevator as it closed and I noticed the familiar man. Whom I encountered at Starbucks earlier with Jungkook. The elevator opened again as I bowed my head, walking inside.

“Thank you, Sir.” Our eyes locked as I looked away when he cleared his throat. “You must be Lee Meílíng Y/N. The one who teaches ‘Korean, English literature and culture’, I’ve heard your students scored the highest scores on last year’s English exams.” I looked at him swiftly as I pursed my lips.

“How… How did you know that? And how come you know my name as well?” He tilted his head, smiling gently as he leaned in our eyes once again locked. “Name’s Wong Kunhang, but I go by Mr. Wong. I’m going to be your new colleague at National Seoul University.” I looked up as he held his hand out once the elevator opened. I blinked a few times catching a good glimpse of his fine eyes as I shook his hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wong. I look forward to working with you.” I smiled bowing as I was shaking his hand calmly. “It’s a pleasure finally meeting you, Ms. Meílíng Y/N.” We both walked down the blue hall, my heels clicking. As it seemed like, we were heading for the same location. I stood in front of the door with the number ‘93’ sign near it when I noticed him waiting for me to enter. I felt like something or someone was watching me, I looked behind me once more before entering. I sat down as the professor started to talk as I wrote down some notes from her PowerPoint.

Meanwhile at the Bangtan mansion… “Wait, where’s Ms. Y/N? Is she upstairs?” A curious Jackson Wang asked as he looked around. “No, sorry. Mr. Wang, she happened to have something else to attend to.” Jungkook explained as he sat down and Jaebeom stared at Jackson. “Anyways, back to what I was saying, Mr. Min Suga. Er-hmm the information I’ve gathered about the Blood Vessel Gang is inside this file. Jinyoung, please hand it over. Jinyoung nodded as he took a folder out of his jacket. “Here it is, Mr. Min. I hope you find it useful.” Yoongi took it as he looked at it before analyzing all the information.

“Thanks. It may not be a lot, but so far it’s useful. So Jayden, Seungri, Josh, and Max. I still got Jayden locked down in the basement, so far he’s giving up a bit of information, slowly.” He drank a shot of Soju, looking around the GOT7 members. “Maybe we could use some backup with two or three of your members, Mr. Jaebeom. I think tracking Josh and Max is the key to locate Seungri.” Taehyung suggested, as he was drinking some Sake and looked at the map with their hideouts. “If you need that, I’m willing to lend you some help. However, it’s not going to be without a deal first. It’ll cost you quite, some cash.” Jaebeom said, looking up as he drank some white wine. “By the way, Mr. Min. Aren’t you usually 4 men in your gang? Where’s Mr. Park Jimin?” Jackson asked, looking around as he had a serious look on Yoongi. “He’s out for an important task, I had asked him to take care of it. Why, does it concern you, Mr. Wang?” He scoffed, staring as his tongue clicked.

I know, not everyone is aware that Lee M. Y/N is working with the Bangtan Gang. But for her safety and ours, I’m counting on Jimin to spy on her and look out for her. In case, the Blood Vessel Gang or other Gangs might be onto something. I can’t afford to lose her.

“Well, it was just unusual Mr. Min. Anyway, I think I’ll be able to lend a hand in finding those guys. Besides I’m great in combat and speed, so you can count on me. Maybe Y/N would be on Team Wang. If she saw these guns, cause whoo!~” Jackson said as he had a smug look flexing his biceps and muscles. “Jungkook what took you so long? You said you went to drive for a bit. Did something happen?” Taehyung asked as he whispered. “I was in a cafe with Y/N, she needed help with hacking and she treated me to some coffee.” He chuckled happily as he was blushing a bit as Yoongi squinted his eyes in confusion.

“You were on a date with Y/N?!?” Taehyung yelled as he was clearly jealous, and it caught the attention of the rest of the GOT7 Gang. “Date? No way, so Y/N’s into younger guys and her type is gamer guys?!” Jackson asked in disappointment as he crossed his arms. Yoongi clenched his fist a bit as he drank a whole bottle of Soju. “It-It wasn’t a date! She said it was more of her way of saying thanks for helping her with things and such.” About 90 minutes had passed as they got up and had made a deal. “So Jackson, Yugyeom, and Jinyoung are going to help you. In exchange for some money and weapons, Bangtan.” Yoongi nodded, shaking Jaebeom’s hand and agreeing to the deal. “I’ll send some more details and information about the NCT Gang from my computer to you, Jungkook,” Yugyeom said as he headed out along with the rest of the gang.

“Boss, are you okay? You seem quite furious or rather frustrated about something.” Taehyung asked as he looked at the empty cans of Soju around Yoongi, that he had drunk. “Why do you ask? Mind your own business.” He waddled to the bathroom as he groaned. Jungkook and Taehyung looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders as they headed inside his room to play Super Mario Odyssey. “Jesus Christ, Y/N. Why do you have to be so troublesome!? Why can’t you understand that? That I like you?” Yoongi asked himself while hiccuping. Looking at his drunk expression in the mirror. He headed upstairs as he laid on his bed, checking his text messages with his brother. Before accidentally dialing his number. “Hey, how are you? I just finished my classes, everything okay?” Yoongi’s older brother asked as he answered, waiting for his answer. “Hyung… Can… Can… y-you pick me up and drive me somewhere in an hour?” Yoongi asked drunkenly as he hiccuped once again.

Wong kept his eyes on me, something about him made me attracted to him. I couldn’t tell what it was, maybe it’s the glasses or his pretty eyes or his collected personality?

“Excuse me, Ms. Meílíng. Ms. Meílíng!” I shook my head as I was thinking again. When I noticed Wong waving his hand in front of me. “Are you alright?” I grabbed my bottle and drank some water, blushing in embarrassment. “Y-yeah, I think something was on my mind. I’m terribly sorry, Ms. Sung.” Wong chuckled a bit as he looked down on his tablet typing some notes. “Alright everyone, time for a small 10 minutes break! Feel free to use the bathroom or grab a cup of coffee.” Ms. Sung announced as she left the classroom shortly. I checked my phone as I read a text message from Lisa, apparently, she has been hanging out a lot with her childhood friend from Thailand. I texted, saying I’ll call her later. “So Ms. Meíling, I was thinking of you and I could treat you to dinner later in the evening?” I was smiling like a dork because of those dirty jokes I and Lisa made. “Sorry what? Are you asking me on a date, Mr. Wong? Then the answer’s a clear no.”

He’s probably trying to get into my panties. Hmmph, as if I hadn’t heard of that poor excuse of a pick-up line countless times. But I’m not falling for that shit.

He scoffed, looking down on his phone, “well, not quite. I was thinking of getting to know you a bit better through a fancy dinner. Considering you’ll be my supervisor when you’ll show me around campus at National Seoul University. But if you aren’t interested then that’s understandable.” He looked at me, smiling as he got up to look at the window. I put my phone down as I was too quick to judge his intentions, “sorry, I was a bit too judgemental.”

I stood up as I looked at him, bowing my head. “It’s just that I’m so used to newly hired male colleagues always flirting or trying to hook up with me. That’s why I’m so quick to reject offers like that.” He turned around as he bowed his head too, “no. It’s alright, you’re quite an excellent, mature and responsible woman as the principal has described you. But I’m strictly here to work and not have any relationships with any of my female colleagues.”

Hearing him speak so well-mannered and respectful, that was a different answer from others. He truly was like a prince. Part of me wanted to say yes to his request, the other part of me also hesitated.

The break was over as Ms. Sung began writing stuff down on the blackboard. “I’ll give you my answer after this,” I whispered into his ear he simply nodded as we had to analyze and discuss Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. The class was over as I looked at him. “So um sure let’s go for dinner. What time and where should we meet?” I spoke, packing my things and bag. “Well, how about 7:00 PM in front of the “Gwanak-Gu Office” station, Ms. Meílíng?” I nodded, slipping a piece of paper into his suit, “here’s my number in case you’re late, Mr. Wong. See you later.~” I added, taking my leave as he scoffed. “Heh, that fierceness and confidence. I’ll definitely see you, Y/N.” I walked outside the building, heading straight to the station. “Really? Did you hook up with one of your childhood friends from Thailand? Omg Lalisa Manoban you’re wild!” I was walking towards the station as I spoke with her on the phone. “Well yeah, he was my second but although it wasn’t that big he knew how to use it. Ahahahaha!” I wheezed hard, goofing around with dirty jokes was hilarious.

Although she’s the youngest of our friend group, she’s still the funniest and always manages to make me laugh.

“Well gotta go, Li-Girlie. I need to catch my train. I got something important to take care of. Later.~” I said, hanging up as I headed downstairs, waiting patiently for my train. “So where exactly should I drop you off, Yoongi?” He looked over at him as Yoongi was staring out of the window, watching the raindrops fall. “Hnn… “Gangnam” Station, Baekhyun Hyung.” Baekhyun sighed, shaking his head. “You’re usually not in Gangnam, what’s your business there?” He hiccupped as his tongue clicked, “none of your business, Hyung. Just don’t mind it.” Some time had passed as I arrived at the Gangnam station. After exiting the station I opened my umbrella as it was raining heavily.

Damn. It’s really pouring down. I wonder how this dinner date will go… Is Wong really a different male colleague from the others… I was walking when I suddenly noticed a blonde-haired man with a black cap on walking, almost staggering in the rain. No way that’s him. What’s he doing here? Is he just going to yell at me again? The man sneezed as he kept walking fast in the direction of my apartment.

I sighed as I ran after him. “Yoongi what the hell?! What are you doing here…?” I asked, letting him under my umbrella. I was still very angry at him for that terrible morning. Our eyes met as I sighed. “Y/N… I’m sorry.” Yoongi acknowledged as he was shivering, “I came here to apologize to you.” I could tell he was serious about his apology, just by the look in his eyes.

“Come on, let’s get inside and talk. You must be freezing, you drunk idiot.” I let out a small laugh as we both walked inside the elevator. I entered after typing the password, “just stay in the hallway, I’ll get you a large towel to dry yourself.” I took my heels off and put them on the shoe rack. “Thanks for letting me inside.” He said as he hiccupped. I handed him a large towel as he dried himself. “Who dropped you off here? Was it one of the members?” I asked, heating the water as I grabbed two packs of Korean noodles. “It was my Hyung. I asked him to pick me up and drop me off here.” He sat on the stool as he looked at me.

“I know I shouldn’t be here. But I want to apologize for what I did and said earlier. That was quite harsh and I hurt you.” Yoongi’s voice was full of honesty and guilt, I was watching his expression closely as I nodded, rubbing my arm. “I mean my relationship is my relationship. That’s why I didn’t like you stepping into it and speaking as if you knew everything. Although you’re probably right about Daniel Jones and me. Maybe I really shouldn’t wait for him any longer.” I cupped my face, turning around as I added the noodles into the boiling water and added the sauce. Suddenly I felt his arms around my stomach giving me a back hug. “Yoongi, I’m cooking… You know.” He hummed, “I don’t care. You know maybe it’s time for you to move on, break up with him, Y/N.” He rested his chin on my shoulder as he pecked my cheek. I moved the saucepan away from the heat and turned around. He tilted his head in confusion as I leaned in, placing my hands on his shoulder, and pulled him into a deep kiss.

“Mmh…” He hummed, placing his hands on my back, his hands running up and down as I slowly pulled back. “For someone who isn’t my boyfriend… You sure talk a lot.” He ran his tongue in his mouth as he scoffed offendedly. “But I kinda like that about you. And I always have.” I leaned in pulling him by the tie, giving him a deep kiss. “God, you're a really fierce and wild woman. I like that about you.” He rubbed his bottom lip as his tongue clicked and I crossed my arms sassily, “come on let’s eat, Suga.” I poured over the noodles into the bowls and grabbed 2 pairs of chopsticks. We ate and watched some TV after some time had passed.

“Well, I have a meeting with this new colleague of mine, I think it’s best if we both leave at the same time?” I asked, letting my hair down as I was looking at myself in the mirror. “Hmm, you don’t want me to stay here in this apartment until you get back?” Yoongi asked cunningly as he looked at me. “Well, don’t you have some business or paperwork you need to check on, Mafia leader?” I scoffed, applying on red lipstick as I pursed my lips and fixed my black tight dress. “For a meeting, you’re dressed quite incredibly, is your colleague perhaps a male?” He asked, looking at me curiously as he waited for my response.

“I just want to look good, is that a problem, Boss?” I replied sassily, having my hands on my hips. “Not at all, just be careful, Y/N. That color on your lips,” he walked in front of me as he ran his thumb on my chin, “...might give him the wrong idea.” I smacked his hand away as I frowned, crossing my arms. “Yoongi I know what I’m doing. I’m not naive, alright?” He had his usual careless expression as his tongue poked his cheek. “Alright, I believe you. Just be careful with the alcohol and have a nice evening.” He chuckled as he smiled warmly at me, I nodded. “Well is someone going to pick you or do you take the subway?” I put on my beige coat as I stood in the hallway, putting on my heels, “yeah Jimin will pick me up in a few minutes.” He put on his shoes as he looked at me. “Okay let’s go then.” I grabbed my bag as I waited outside my door as we both headed down.

“Here.” Yoongi looked at me as I stood in front of the stairs leading down to the subway, “what’s this for?” He asked when I opened the umbrella as I placed it in his hand. “So you won’t get cold in the rain. I’ll go ahead, make sure to stay warm.” I hugged him as I noticed the black Hyundai slowly approaching and I let go of him. “Take care, Y/N, and thanks.” I waited in front of the “Gwanak-Gu Office” station, checking the time it was 6:50 PM as I looked around.

“Good evening, Ms. Meílíng. My apologies if I kept you waiting.” Mr. Wong appeared as he let out his hand as I shook it. “You didn’t keep me waiting, I just arrived here.” My lips formed a little smile as I saw he was dressed nicely. He opened his umbrella and pointed at the restaurant, “come on. Shall we go Ms. Meílíng?” I nodded as I went under his umbrella and followed his lead to the fancy restaurant. “Wow, this is a nice restaurant, Mr. Wong.” I looked around as I noticed the amazing decor and the atmosphere as he pulled the chair out for me. “Glad you like it here,” I sat down as I bowed. “Anyway feel free to order anything you like Ms. Meílíng.

This Italian restaurant is known for its organic and most authentic food.” I thanked him, smiling sweetly. “So are there any questions you have related to work, Mr. Wong?” I asked, waiting for his response. He thought for a few seconds as he chuckled. “Well yes, are you by any chance Chinese? I’m originally from Macau.” My eyes scanned over him as his pretty face, “oh that’s interesting, Mr. Wong. I think I’ll order the Margherita pizza and some garlic bread along with a soda. “Well, Actually, yes I’m half Chinese. My mother’s Chinese and my father’s Korean.” I explained as he nodded, listening to me.

“Wow, half Chinese and half Korean that’s an interesting combination. I think I’ll order the lasagna and a glass of wine.”

I felt a weird feeling within my heart. But it was probably just me being paranoid.

After an hour of endless talking and enjoying the delicious food, also while consuming a bit of wine. “Wow, I’ve never met such an intelligent and respectful man like you, Mr. Wong.” He smiled as he looked deeply into my eyes, “same goes to you Ms. Y/N. I really can’t wait to work with you in the future.” I laughed as I was a bit tipsy, my phone getting spammed with notifications. “If you’ll excuse me, I just need to use the bathroom, Wong, hehe.” I left my phone on the table as I walked over and quickly looked at myself in the bathroom mirror as I laughed,

“holy shit. I didn’t notice my chest was so visible…” I pulled the straps of my dress up over my shoulder blades. I returned as Wong smiled, “everything okay Ms. Y/N? I’ve ordered you a glass of water.” I laughed as I sat down and drank the water, “everything’s just fine, just like you are Prince~” I said, poking his nose as I drunk flirted with him. He took a hold of my hand and kissed it. “Well, how nice of you, in that case, you’re a Princess, Y/N. It shall be my duty to follow you home. I’ve already paid for both of us, let’s go.” I mumbled a yes as I stood up, grabbing my purse and phone.

“Thank you, Prince Eric…” We both walked out as it was still pouring out heavily. Wong opened his large umbrella as I stood under it, “stay close to me alright, Y/N?” He wrapped my arm around his shoulder as our eyes met. My heart skipped a beat as I simply nodded. “It’s 11:12 PM, which station do you get off at?” I mumbled Gangnam as he nodded, waving at a cab. We both got in as he took care of the explaining.

“Sorry for being so troublesome, Wong. I shouldn’t have consumed wine when my alcohol tolerance is so low.” I rested my head on his shoulder as he looked at me, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it, we all have our limits. We’re almost there and I want to thank you for tonight.” A couple of minutes had passed as the cab pulled up to the station that I recognized. “We’re here,” the driver said as Wong paid for the ride. We got out as we both bowed to the driver, thanking him as he drove away.

“Looks like it’s still raining a bit, let me walk you to your apartment.” We walked as I held his hand, “thanks for paying for the dinner and the cab ride. I owe you one, Wong. I had a great time with you” I stood in front of the apartment building. “Well, don’t think about owing me anything. It was a pleasure for me too, Y/N. I hope we’ll work great together at SNU.” I bowed respectfully as he waved and left. “Y/N, if there’s ever anything you need just give me a call.” My eyes widened as I nodded, typing the apartment’s password as I entered, I used the elevator as I noticed a man in a black leather jacket, holding a red umbrella. When he suddenly turned around, lowering his hoodie.

“Yoongi what are you doing here?–” Yoongi wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to his chest as I could hear his rapid heartbeat. “Where have you been? I was really worried that something might’ve happened to you. Considering you didn’t answer my calls or texts.” He let go of me as I hiccupped and mumbled, “sorry I must've been busy. Let me just check my phone.” I typed the password as we entered my home, “that’s strange. Why is your phone on flight mode? You put it on purpose so I wouldn’t interrupt you, right?” He looked over my shoulder as his eyes changed drastically.

“What…? No. Yoongi, l didn’t put it on flight mode to purposely ignore you. I swear.” I turned around as I put my coat on the coat rack, holding his hand as he wasn’t looking at me. “You had me worried, Y/N. That meeting must’ve been more than just work-related, right? Hmmph. It explains why you’re so happy and tipsy.” I felt him getting on my nerves as I stomped the floor, “would you mind your own business and leave me alone? I don’t like you being here to scold me out, alright Boss?” I said, walking past him as I went inside my bedroom, smacking the door. “Such an asshole…” I pulled my dress over my head. I put on my XL hoodie and just wore some black panties, frowning.

I exited my bedroom as I noticed Yoongi putting on his shoes in the hallway. “I’ll be going back to the mansion. See you around.” I felt a sharp pain in my heart listening as his cold yet hurt voice spoke. “Yoongi… Wait.” I walked towards him as I gave him a tight back hug, squeezing him. “Can’t… can’t we just talk it out?” He scoffed as he moved my arms away as he faced me. “Talk out what exactly? That you intentionally put your phone on flight mode even though you were in a meeting? Y/N, I’m not dumb, that dinner meant more than just work-related business.” I looked down as I couldn’t bring myself to keep eye contact.

“It wasn’t me, I swear I put my phone on silent mode. Not flight mode, I swear it wasn’t me. My phone must’ve made some technical error or something.” I hiccupped as I looked at him, waiting for his response. His fists were clenched then he let go of them, he exhaled as he put his hands on my shoulders. “I believe you. I’m sorry I doubted you. I must admit, my lack of communication isn’t very helpful either. Is it alright if I stay here right with you?” I nodded, as I looked at him. “Sure but aren’t the other members worried about your whereabouts?” I asked as he smiled, “no worries. I’ve notified Jimin about it. You still seem quite drunk, what did you drink?” I laughed as I felt my head get dizzy and then I fell into Yoongi’s chest as he caught me.

It was black all of a sudden as I opened my eyes again, I was lying on my couch with Yoongi’s black leather jacket on my legs as I rubbed my head. “Good. You’re finally awake, how are you feeling?” He asked, handing me a glass of water as I immediately drank off it. “You know, I’m having a quite brutal headache, usually when I get drunk it’s normal but this one really made me lose consciousness.” I constated, rubbing my head as he looked at me and pulled me into his arms. “Y/N, do you remember what kind of wine or liquor you drank?” I cuddled into his chest, mumbling, “no I don’t. I just remember Mr. Wong just recommended it to me. But maybe it was a strong Italian wine considering it was an authentic Italian restaurant.” I added, looking up as he stroked my back. “Just be careful with drinking. After all, your alcohol tolerance is quite low, heh.” I checked my phone as I turned off the flight mode when the notifications came popping in.

Min Suga (Yoongi)

09:01 PM: “Hey, I’m on my way to return your red umbrella from earlier.”

09:01 PM: “Do you want me to pick you up once you’ve finished your meeting?”

3 missed call(s) from Min Suga (Yoongi)

10:55 PM: “Why aren’t you picking up, are you alright?”

11:15 PM: “I’m near your apartment.”

11:30 PM: “Just… tell me you’re alright so I don’t have to worry.”

I felt myself switch from talking casually to formally as I realized Yoongi was still my leader. “Shit, I’m sorry for making you concerned, Sir Suga–” He embraced me while looking deeply into my dark brown eyes, “–call me by real name when it’s just the two of us, Y/N.” I gasped as my hands rested on his chest, “come on I want you to call me by my real name.”

I fluttered my eyes as I spoke, “Yoongi… Sorry for being so troublesome.” Yoongi flashed his well-known smirk as he pecked my lips as I wrapped my hands around his neck, deepening the kiss. “You’re not troublesome, Y/N. I guess my lack of trusting people is an issue here. I always fear that someone might cross paths with you and trick you, but that fierce and wise attitude of yours isn’t something to mess with.” Hearing his compliments. They made me happy, naturally forming my dimples.

“Thank you, Yoongi. I should probably head to bed, it’s late.” I rubbed his shoulder as I cuddled his nose, I stood up as I kissed his forehead good night. “Goodnight, Y/N. Sleep tight.” I walked into my bedroom as I stood in the doorway, “why don’t you sleep with me in my bedroom tonight?” I turned around, waiting for his response. “Are you sure this is okay with you? I’m afraid I might do something while I’m sleeping.” Yoongi stated as he faced me as I pulled the blanket over us, “of course, besides I feel safer with you this close to me.” I confessed as I gave him a quick kiss as he scoffed with his gummy smile. “Alright, sweet dreams Y/N.”

We fell asleep as many hours had passed, I woke up to the sound of something cooking in the kitchen. Naturally, I followed the lovely smell as I saw Yoongi wearing an apron as he was frying some sunny side eggs.

“Good morning, Y/N.” He said, looking back as he smiled, “morning Yoongi.” I said, wrapping my arms around his stomach, hugging him. “It smells nice, I didn’t know you could cook.” He scoffed, placing the eggs on a plate. “Well. I do, I just don’t make food on the regular. While you were sleeping, I went over to the nearby bakery and supermarket to buy some bread and fresh fruits.”

I sat on the counter, observing him as I smiled. “Wow, Yoongi you’re so incredible, unlike Daniel.” He smirked as turned around, placing his hands on the counter as he looked into my eyes. “Well, cooking isn’t the only thing I’m incredible at.” Yoongi leaned in as he kissed me deeply and passionately, I ran my hands up and down his back. I hummed as he smirked into the kiss as I pulled back, “gosh Yoongi you’re such a big tease.~ Come on let’s eat. It’s already 08:35 AM, my class starts at 2 PM.” I said as I got down from the counter and I grabbed the plates, putting them on the table. He poured coffee into a mug as he looked at me, “how do you like your coffee?” I smiled as I ate a piece of bread with the egg on top.

“With a dash of milk and two teaspoons of sugar.” He nodded, handing me my cup of coffee as I took a sip of it. “After breakfast… I thought we could look at the hacking program together, Y/N?” I hummed, enjoying the food as he ate too. “Sorry… Mmmh! It’s just I was really hungry, you’ve cooked the eggs to perfection. And the fresh fruits you’ve picked are incredibly sweet! But yes we can look at it.” Yoongi chuckled as his gummy smile was showing off, “well relax it’s just a simple breakfast, Y/N.” After finishing breakfast, I turned on my laptop as I stood in front of my bedroom door. “Let me just take a quick shower then you can teach me some tips and tricks?” I said, putting a towel on my right shoulder. “Mmh-hmm.” He said, licking his lips as he checked his Rolex watch. “Want me to join you, Y/N?” I gasped as I walked past him. “In your dreams Min Yoongi,” I said, entering the bathroom as I turned on the shower.

God. He’s such a tease. But I like that.

“So I’ve spoken with Jungkook. He told me you got the basic tricks down. However, I have a mission tonight where we need to hack something, regarding a digital lock.” I raised an eyebrow, thinking about what he just said. “I need to hack a digital lock? How the fuck do I do that?” I looked at the hacking program I had installed yesterday, “I’ll show you. Follow me.” Yoongi said, holding my hand as he walked outside and I followed naturally. “What are you going to do? Or rather what are you trying to do?” I asked, observing Yoongi running the app on his phone. “I’m showing you how to hack a digital lock. Since you’re familiar with the app already, you want to hold out your phone near your target; the digital lock. Your password is 301993 right?” I nodded, indicating my answer.

“So are you going to hack my digital lock now?” I gave him a serious yet concerned stare as he nodded, “I’ll just demonstrate it. Don’t worry too much. Now you want to enter the password backward on the app. So it’ll sound like 39, just give it 15 seconds to adjust the coding. And now just press the ‘login’ button.” I was confused by the movements happening on his phone but I went to type in my password as it declined.

“So now that must mean… the new ‘key’ is 794080, right?” I scoffed as I looked at Yoongi, “correct. You’re an excellent observer, Y/N.” I typed in the new password as it opened, “well how do I revert it now? I might forget ‘794080’ as the new password…” Yoongi scoffed as he handed me his phone, the app still running. “You just click at ‘password setting’ then scroll down to ‘saved passwords’. So far I’ve two saved ones, the one named ‘password 1’ is the original and the correct password.” I nodded, following Yoongi’s directions as I returned the digital lock to normal.

“Wow that’s incredible, you’re a great hacker, Yoongi.” I told him, re-entering my home as he followed me as I stood in the hallway, “there is other stuff I’m great at too, Y/N~” Yoongi smirked as he pinned my arms above my head to the nearest wall.

“Yoongi.” I said as I felt him kiss me passionately as I scoffed, “do you want me to stop?” Our eyes met as I blinked, shrugging.

I don’t want you to stop…

I cupped his cheeks as I leaned in. “I dunno… I kind of like when you’re so honest and straightforward when it’s just the two of us…” I fluttered my eyes, avoiding his dangerous gaze.

“Mmh? Tell me what’s on your mind, Y/N.” He tilted his head, I automatically locked eyes with him.

“But I don’t get it…” I said, feeling myself get frustrated. He raised an eyebrow in response.

Y/N. Just be honest with yourself. Min Yoongi is right in front of you.

“Get what?” He asked, his hand slowly caressing the side of my jawline.

“I don’t get why you like me?” There was a short moment of silence as he scoffed. That’s when Yoongi pressed his forehead against mine as he looked deeply into my eyes.

“Because you’re so hot and I want you.” I furrowed my eyebrows, his response pissed me off as I placed my hands on his chest pushing him and I was about to walk away.

“You’re a huge asshole, Min Yoongi.”

When he suddenly held me close to him as I looked at him confused and pissed off.

“I know I am but Y/N didn’t let me finish.” He had a sly smile as he said that.

“Tch.” I hissed crossing my arms as he leaned in.

“I’ve always crushed on you. Unlike other girls at our high school, you always stood up for others when they were being bullied or picked on. The strong, nonjudgemental, and fierce yet scary attitude yours intrigued me. One time I didn’t have enough money to buy myself lunch and you offered me half of your lunch. That kindness but the fiery personality of yours was enough for me to fall for you Y/N Lee Meílíng. That’s why I like you.” My eyes widened as I was left speechless by his confession.

I blinked a few times as my hands ran slowly on his chest up to his shoulders, pressing my lips against his. Meeting him with a soft, deep, and warm kiss as he wrapped his arms around me. “Mmh…” Yoongi hummed, smirking into the kiss.

“Oh, Min Yoongi. You have no idea how much I want to be with you. But we’re both so different and living two completely different lifestyles. You’re in the Mafia gang and while I’m just a teacher at a University. I don’t know if we’d be able to work out if our worlds would just collide…” He held both of my hands as he nodded, understanding the circumstances, “that might be true. We’re both so different but I just want you to think about it, I’ll gladly wait for your answer. Because I like you, Y/N.” Yoongi pecked my forehead as he went back to the living room, “well I’ll think about it, Yoongi.” I said, following him as I checked the time.

“Well it’s already 11:35 AM, I should get ready for work.” I put my black thick hair in a tight ponytail as I began applying some body lotion to my brown skin. I put on a simple grey blazer and a beige turtleneck underneath, some stockings, and a long white knee-length skirt. I walked out as Yoongi was reading the newspapers as he looked up for a second, admiring my outfit. “I was thinking we could go for some lunch near the campus?” I twirled my ponytail as I waited for his response. “Sure let’s do that, supermodel.” He coughed, trying to hide his smirk as he got up.

“I’m not a supermodel, idiot,” I said, pulling his sleeve. “Well I should head back to the mansion to change and see the others, a member is picking me up. Do you wanna tag along?” I rolled my eyes, “fine, who’s the member?” I asked, putting on my beige high heels. “It’s Park Jimin.” He chuckled, wearing his shoes. “Why did you ask? You’re not fond of him?” I shook my head as I walked out, holding the door. “It’s not that… I’m just not very fond of your flirty member Taehyung. I guess Jungkook or Jimin is alright.” We went down with the elevator as we walked up to the street to see the black Hyundai pulling up.

“Well if it isn’t Boss Suga and Ms. Y/N. How are you two?” Jimin said, opening the window as he waved. Yoongi sat next to him as I sat in the back seat, “It’s been alright, how have you been? Any news on how the meeting with the GOT7 went?” I asked as Yoongi scoffed, “well a certain someone was missing your presence.” Jimin said, smiling and he made a left turn.

“Mr. Wang was rather curious as to where you were yesterday.” Yoongi looked out the window as he ran his tongue at his teeth. “Really? I thought I wasn’t that memorable to the GOT7, I mean I’m not that terrific besides I had a work-related dinner with a new colleague of mine.” I answered as I kept looking at the mirror, hoping to get eye contact with Yoongi’s eyes. But his eyes were focusing on what was happening in the other lane. “Was it something important, if so I’d like to be informed about that Mr. Park Jimin.” He pulled up to the mansion, parking the car as Yoongi was texting someone.

“I’m sure Boss will keep you updated. After all, I wasn’t present either.” Jimin confessed, chuckling as he opened my door and I got out. “Y/N meet me in the office in 5 minutes, I’ll have to talk to someone real quick,” Yoongi said, walking inside as he went upstairs. “Yes, Sir Suga,” I said, entering and bowing as I caught Jimin having a rather mischievous smile on his face. “What’s with you and that smile, Park?” I asked, crossing my arms as I sat down on the couch.

“So I’m guessing Boss slept at your place, hmm? That’s why he’s more quiet than usual.” Taehyung went by as he grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator as he smirked, “oh so Boss slept in Kitten’s bed, huh?” I glared at him as I got up, keeping my hands on my hips. “If I hear another word from you Tae, I’ll seriously slap you.” Yoongi came downstairs, staring at TaeTae. “Y/N to the office. And Tae quit flirting with her or I’m throwing your newly ordered Gucci clothes out.” I nodded, heading upstairs as I cackled at his jaw drop by Yoongi’s threat.

“Well. Take a seat on the chair, Y/N.” He said, closing the door as I bowed my head, sitting down. “So it’s regarding the Blood Vessel Gang, I see…” I looked through the papers and the plan he came up with and I was rather fascinated. “So the GOT7 is going to act as a backup for the next mission, that’s a quite clever move,” Yoongi smirked, looking at me as I leaned in. “Is this a clever move too?” He asked, kissing me softly on the lips as I laughed a bit, cupping his cheeks. “Mmh, I don’t know. Why don’t you kiss me again?” I asked daringly as the door opened as I was playing with his tie.

It was Jungkook. “Hyung– I mean Boss. We got a confirmed deal with the GOT7 Gang, it’ll be on 13th May at midnight.” Yoongi’s Adam's apple bopped as he sighed, fixing his tie. “Got it. Thanks for the information, Jungkook.” He bowed, glancing at me as if I did something wrong. “See you around, Noona.” He closed the door as he left. “Well, so um on that mission what is my role exactly? Am I going to hack something or seduce again?” I asked crossing my legs as he looked and thought for a second. “I think we’ll need you to hack something. But I’ll send you the information later.”

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theresa-nam-nam-me · 4 years

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Happy holidays! Can I ask for Yoongi with number 16 and 19 as the prompts?

| Yandere yoongi | stormy day

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"Where are you going?! It's not safe out there."

"Stay.i need you more then you think.

"Warning: possessive behavior, yandere theme, slight stalking

Yoongi missed you, he missed you a lot, probably more than just a friend should but he would miss you like a partner one day.

It had only been 3 days into the summer break and he already missed you. He missed sitting next to you in class, he missed your small talk with him, he missed your voice, your smell, your gaze. Everything

He stared at your number in his phone, though he hadn't text you yet he still admired your profile picture.

His eyes lit up seeing that you had posted a snap story, he quickly pressed your icon.

Summer break is so lonely when you're all by yourself 😔'

You were lonely just like him. Maybe even thinking of him too, if only he could see your face. Like a light bulb, an idea popped into yoongis head, he quickly opened messages and began to type and retype until he was satisfied with the text.

Yoongi~ah, you gave him a nickname how cute.he rested his phone against his chest smiling to himself he would see you again soon.

He got off the couch figuring he better clean up his appearance for you, he headed to his closet pulling out, black pants and shirt topping it off with black and yellow flannel. He fixed his hair and went back down the stair. He wondered what you would do when an idea struck him he got cookie dough and a pan you could bake cookies together.

he sat on his phone for a while trying to pass time until you got here.

He shot up out of his seat dusting off his clothes quickly making his way to the door, his heart raced in his chest peeking at you threw the hole. "Y/n, nice to see you again. come in" he moved out of the way letting you inside. "Hi yoongi, how are you?" You asked with a smile "I'm good, did you get here alright?" He asked not seeing a car in the driveway, had he made you walk to his house? "Ah yes, i took an uber" you got in an uber don't you know how dangerous that is?! "Yeah, that's dangerous i could have picked you up if you needed" there was a moment of silence before he spoke up again "i was gonna make cookies, do you wanna help" you nodded following him to the kitchen.

he broke the cookie dough in half giving it to you to break apart. After that was done he picked up the pan placing it in the oven. "What do you want to do while we wait?" He asked. You shrugged "do you have puzzles?" He nodded leaving the room to grab it. When he came back be saw you sitting pretty on the couch, he admired you for a second before entering the room.

he placed the puzzle on the table and you both began to work on it while catching up as well

you both sat back on the looking at the finished puzzle "that was fun" you said making yoongi nod. He was about to make a comment but the beeping from the oven let you know the cookies were done.

"the cookies came out perfect" he said pulling them out of the oven and placing them on a plate. You took a bite of one and your eyes lit up making his heart melt "they came out perfect!" You said with a smile. Yoongi took one of his own taking a bit "your right, they are really good" a crack of thunder made you jump, you looked out the window seeing it start to storm. "It's gotten dark out, i should probably call an uber to take me home. Thanks for hanging out with me yoongi" you said walking towards the door. Yoongi had a mini heart attack, you were leaving in this storm?! With a stranger?! He quickly gripped your arm

"Where are you going?! It's not safe out there. i mean, it's dangerous to drive in this weather" he said not budging "it's ok yoongi, I'll probably be fine it doesn't matter if i get hurt anyways" his heart ached and he let his gripe slide to your hand. You didn't care about yourself? "Stay.i need you more then you think." Your eyes widened at his statement but quickly relaxed. "But i don't have anything to change into?" You said with a giggle trying to lighten the serious mood "that's ok, you can wear one of my shirt or hoodies and sleep in my guest room" he begged "sure, why not" you smiled

he lead you to his closet letting you pick out the shirt you want. "Can i wear this?" You held his 'FG' shirt to your chest "of course, you can change in the bathroom" he said. You nodded heading into the bathroom and coming out after a minute in his shirt and nothing else "you look cu- good" he saved himself. "We should get to bed now though. The guest room is at the end of the hall" "ok good night yoongi" you said exiting the room.

you were so cute he could keep you here forever

#bts yandere #yandere bts #yandere au #bts #yoongi yandere #yandere yoongi #yoongi imagines #yoongi scenarios #bts yoongi

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btsbaereacts · 4 years

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BTS Reactions: Cooking Dinner Together (Unfinished)

BTS Reaction: Cooking Dinner Together

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Prompt: Sorry this isn’t actually on the list but whatever

Notes: Instead of waiting until I have everyone’s parts written, I just decided to post early and I’ll finish the others soon!

Jin:

Jin was a master in the kitchen so working with him was easy. You didn’t even need to speak to know what was going on. You cut vegetables while he started on the meat.

“Pass the salt, love.” You mumbled while filling a pot with water. While the pot was filling with water, you turned to watch him. His back muscles moving under his t-shirt while he stirred the meat.

After you had combined everything you were making, you started mixing the meat, the vegetables, and the pasta you had boiled. Jin wrapped his arms around your waist and set his chin on your shoulder.

Yoongi:

Cooking wasn’t Yoongi’s favorite thing. He typically worked and then either you would make something for them or you would order. Tonight, he was home earlier than you had expected and you hadn’t started making anything.

“What do you want for dinner?” You asked.

“Anything, babe. What were you going to make?”

“Ummm. Well, I hadn’t really thought about it, so maybe just like some pancakes?” You started walking towards the kitchen, trying to think of anything you could make that would be better than pancakes.

“That sounds good. I can help if you want.” He smiled, following you to the kitchen.

You grabbed a bowl, the ingredients, and a whisk. “Okay, so we need 2 eggs mixed in with the dry ingredients,” you instructed.

You watched Yoongi crack the eggs and slowly start mixing. You prepared the pan and looked for some syrup in the refrigerator.

“I think this is done,” Yoongi looked at you with a confused expression. You looked in the bowl, noticing the lumps.

“Maybe just stir a bit longer,” you smiled.

Eventually, you started making the pancakes and Yoongi wanted to try to make different shapes in the pan.

Namjoon:

You walked through the front door to your apartment, kicking off your shoes. As soon as you had set down your bag, you noticed a strange smell. Walking towards the kitchen, you could hear your boyfriend, Namjoon, whispering to himself. Leaning against the doorframe, you watched him read something on his phone, then put an insane amount of salt into the pot on the stove.

Cringing, you stepped forward, “What are you making?”

“Oh, I didn’t hear you come in. I just thought I would make dinner tonight.” Namjoon smiled at you.

“Uh huh,” you murmered while looking around at everything on the counter. Badly cut vegetables, weird combinations of seasonings, and an uncooked piece of steak surround Joon. “Do you want help?”

“No, that’s okay. You can relax.” He smiled before turning back to the stove.

You didn’t want him to feel bad, and you really did appreciate the gesture, but Namjoon never cooked. “I’m not really tired, I can help you. It might be fun to cook together!”

“If you really want to, you can help, I guess. I just wanted to do something for you.” He said in a small voice.

“I love you for doing this. But I missed you today, and I want to hang out,” you hoped he was buying your act. It wasn’t untrue, you usually did miss him during the stay and as soon as you would both get home, you would koala cuddle him on the couch.

30 minutes later, you and Namjoon had created a beautiful dinner. While he wasn’t looking, you had fixed the sauce he had making earlier, and had made sure that he was doing things correctly. Namjoon looked so proud as you told him how good the food was, and you couldn’t help but melt just a little bit.

Hoseok:

Hoseok loved watching you cook. It was one of his favorite things. You were pretty skilled in the kitchen, and you usually knew exactly what you were doing. He often sat at the counter and pretended to scroll through his phone, while actually watching you.

Tonight, you were trying something new. It was a pasta with a lot of different elements. You had already made the pasta dough from scratch, rolled it out, cut it into bowtie shapes. Now, you were working on a homemade tomato cream sauce. You also needed to prepare the meat, cut the vegetables and cook those, make a salad, and you also wanted to make bread. On top of all of that, a pan of brownies was cooking in the oven. It was more than you usually did, but you really wanted to make something special.

Things started out smoothly. You prepared the beginning of the tomato sauce and put it in a pot. While it was heating, you started cleaning and chopping vegetables. Soon, it was time to make the meat. This was when you started to get overwhelmed. When the cream was added to the sauce, it needed to be stirred constantly, but you hadn’t started the meat yet.

Hobi noticed how flustered you were starting to become, “can I help?”

“Um, yeah. Yes. I just need you to” you couldn’t figure out what you needed him to do. Maybe cut the vegetables or check the brownies or the sauce or start with the meat.

“I can check the brownies and be the one to stir the sauce?” He offered.

“Yes. Please. Just keep the sauce on low and the milk shouldn’t get too hot.” You began chopping the vegetables. Hobi stirred the sauce, and took out the brownies when they were done. He also took care of heating the bread for you and setting the table.

When everything was finally done, you hugged Hobi.

“It’s okay, everything looks so amazing Y/N,” he smiled.

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Jimin:

Taehyung:

Jungkook:

As always, my requests are open! Please check out my prompts and my masterlist

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hanniiesuckle17 · 5 years

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Guns and Blankets

A/n: not requested but I have been doing too many Stray Kids posts lately holy crap this got long. yes it is heavily inspired by BBC sherlock

ASKS AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Member: Jung Hoseok ft. BTS

WARNINGS: Mild violence, swearing, partial smut?, smoking (don't do it kids), alcohol

Summary: Y/n L/n is the world's closest thing to Sherlock Holmes. Her intellect was unparalleled by anyone, but her snide and sarcastic remarks and attitude kept her from joining the force. However, Chief of Police Kim Namjoon can't help but enlist the services of the consulting detective. To the outside, Y/n may seem cold, calculating, and emotionless, but her partner ( Dr.Jung Hoseok) sees a different side of her.

Genre: nonidol!au, detective!au, police!au, sherlockholmes!au, mystery, comedy, angst

I paced the floor of my dark apartment, mind running. "Is your goal to create a dent, because you are doing mighty good work." I scoffed at my partner who sat in the armchair reading the paper.

"I'm waiting. I thought domestic people like you understood that concept." The young man with dark hair chuckled as he watched me burn a hole through my wood floor. My head shot towards the window at the sound of a car pulling up. "Finally, Kim shows up with something to do!"

"A nice murder. That always cheers you up, love."

I could hear the grin in Hoseok's words. "Oh shut up! You love it as much as I do, Mr. Military Doctor." I couldn't kept the smile from breaking onto my face no matter how hard I tried. "Y/n!" The familiar voice of Chief Inspector Kim Namjoon came up the stairs to my apartment.

"What is it this time, Kim?" He stopped in the doorway, out of breath. "Body? Kidnapping? Attempted political assassination? All very fun." He shook his head and started to pull his phone out of his pocket. "No. This was sent to me twenty minutes ago." He showed me a picture of a shabby empty room, but something was ominous and familiar about it.

"I know this room. Where do I know this room." Hoseok came behind me to look over my shoulder. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by my cellphone ringing on the table.

Handing Hoseok the phone I went to pick up mine. "Y/n L/n speaking." There was silence on the other end. The two men spoke in hushed tones conversing about the photo. "Hello?" The line was live and my ears picked up the slightest sound of breathing on the other side. "You're wasting my very valuable time by-"

"Y/n."

"Yes, Hoseok. What is it?"

"The room. Isn't it the apartment downstairs?"

Hanging up the phone I looked again at the photo. Without a word, I took off down the stairs yelling for out landlady, Mrs. Yang. Grabbing the keys from her painted nails I rushed to the door and opened it, Kim and Hoseok hot on my heels. I froze when my eyes landed on the center of the room.

"What? What is it?" A pair of women's trainers lay side by side in the exact center of the room. Dusty light came through the old windows illuminating the area.

"Well that's not creepy."

The second I took a step forward my phone rang once again, breaking the heavy silence. Gingerly, I pulled out the device and put it on speaker. "Hello." I said quietly still examining the shoes from afar.

Heavy,shaky breathing filled the room before a women's voice spoke. "H-hello...s-se-sexy..." In my peripherals I saw Hoseok move to my right near the wall.

"Who is this-"

"I....s-sent you a...li-little p-puzzle.....Just to say...h-hi."

"Whose talking? Why are you crying?"

Kim's eyes moved between me and the shoes. My mind was reeling with the new information being shown to me.

"I'm n-not crying...I'm t-typing...and this stupid...b-bitch is reading my w-words."

My feet moved forward towards the shoes to examine them. "Careful!" Kim said. "This sounds like a power play. The guy could be a bomber."

Handing Hoseok the phone I crouched lightly on the floor, putting the pieces together.

"14...hours to solve m-my puzzle,...Y/n.....or I will b-be ve-very naughty."

More crying could be heard on the line. I turned to my right to see Hoseok with his eyes closed and head against the wall, a strained expression on his face.

"Time starts now..."

The line went dead and silence filled the room. Hoseok opened his eyes only to flinch as I lifted the shoes from the floor. "I know these shoes...."

"You have the department's full support. Anything you need."

"Oh, Yoongi will be happy about that."

Hoseok chuckled and slipped my phone in my pocket as I turned to him.

"Come on, Hoseok. I'm sure Tae is at the lab. We've got a puzzle to solve."

"I'm sure Taehyung will be very happy to see you." Every inch of Hoseok's voice was dripping with jealousy. Something I rather enjoyed hearing.

Five hours had passed as I studied the shoes. Taehyung was more than happy to let us use the morgue's lab once again. Hoseok idly chatted with me as I worked, something I had grown accustomed to but did not so much to say enjoy. The short silence was broken once again by my cell.

"Pass me my phone?" My eyes never left the microscope as I spoke to him.

"Where is it?"

"Pocket."

With a sigh, Hoseok got up and reach into my back pocket.

"Careful there, Hobi." A smirk played on my lips as I turned to him behind me. That small knowing smile creeped onto his face. He knew something the rest of the world didn't. I had quite the soft spot for him. In more ways than one.

As he opened my phone I turned to the computer screen to analyze the new results. "Text from your brother."

"Delete it. It's not important."

"He seems to think so. Something about national security codes."

"Codes are already out of the country by now. Nothing I can do about it. Besides he pretty much is the South Korean government he can fix it like a big boy. All by himself."

Hoseok tossed my phone beside me on the table and walked back to his seat on my right.

"Besides....someone else is being way more fun."

The computer finished just as the door opened to reveal Taehyung with starry eyes aimed towards me. "Any luck?" "Yes, finally." A warm body followed behind him shortly after.

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

"Hyun- Hi! Oh my God! No come in."

The woman came over slowly to stand next to Tae, but I paid her no mind, continuing with my work.

"Hyunah, this Y/n L/n. And her.....Juny Hoseok." My partner politely shook hands with her but I could feel her stare on my back, though I ignored it.

"Hi...So....you're Y/n L/n. Taehyung has told me all about you." Her voice had a sultry tone to it.

"Yes, dear Tae has a tendency to do that."

"Are you working on one of your cases? I'm such a fan." She moved near Hoseok to try and peek at the screen. "Hyunah works in IT upstairs. That's how we met. Office romance!" My eyes scanned her over picking up every detail about her.

"Gay."

"Sorry what?" Tae said shocked.

"Nothing sorry. Hey."

Cast a nod towards her, she smiled and dropped a metal pan that rest on the edge of the table.

"Oh sorry! Oh my god!" She bent down to pick it up revealing the bright red skivy up her skirt, causing Hoseok to look away.

"I should be going." She placed the pan back on the table and bade a quick farewell to Tae with a kiss on the cheek before exiting.

"Gay? We're together."

"And domestic life must suit you Taehyung. You've put on three pounds."

"It's not three! Maybe two and a half!"

"Three."

"She's not gay! She's n- Y/n why do you have to spoil-"

"With that hair color?"

Hoseok scoffed beside me. "What because she died her hair orange. I've died my hair before." "No, love you've bleached your hair. There's a difference."

"She isn't gay."

"You failed to notice those tired clubbers eyes, the quite prominent pride themed tattoo on inside of her forearm, and obviously the short nails. Most women don't really like that you know feeling."

"Short nails?"

"Also the extremely suggestive fact that she slipped me her number before leaving."

Pulling the sticky note from under the pan Hyunah knocked over I handed it to Taehyung before looking back at the microscope.

"Call me xoxo. She quite straight to the point. I'd say you'd better break it off now and save yourself the pain, Tae."

With a glare mixed with hurt Taehyung simply turned and left the room. "Charming. Well done, Y/n."

"Oh please. You are you jealous a girl has put more moves on me than you have."

Getting out of his chair Hoseok came to tower over me. "You know that's not my problem but yours." It was true. I liked fucking with him, but I was afraid to let my heart have precedence over my head.

Two and a half days later and two puzzles had been solved within the time limit. Now I was just waiting for something to happen. I sighed as I flexed my arm. Promising Hobi I'd quit smoking was maybe the hardest things I'd encountered.

"I've brought take out and vodka-what are you doing!?"

"Nicotine patch."

"Three of them?"

"It's a three patch problem."

He sighed and opened the bottle pouring himself a glass before downing all of it. "Why isn't he doing anything?" Hoseok collapsed onto my couch, his arm spread over the back behind my head and his other hand pulling my legs into his lap so we could both fit on the small couch.

"I don't know. I'm happy not to think about anything for a while."

"What's it like living in your head? It must be awfully boring."

"Not really, I have you to keep me on my toes."

See most people would recognize the consequences of hard liquor and sexual tension, but I honestly didn't care. So when the sky grew dark all other senses are heightened. Sound. Taste. Touch.

That seemed to be the favorite of the night touch. His hands felt secure on my body as the moved across it like paint on a canvas. My lips couldn't help but find pieces of raw skin waiting to be marked as Hoseok lay on top of me. The smell of smoke and alcohol filled the bedroom, leaving my mind a blur.

The feeling of Hoseok filled my entire body and was better than any alcohol or drug I had ever taken. I felt a lack of control and I loved it. Hoseok thrust into me at a deep and steady pace and his lips moved down to my chest and attaching themselves to my breast. My fingers pulled at his dark locks eliciting a deep melodical groan from Hoseok that fueled my need even more.

A heavy pounding on my door awakened me from a heavy sleep. Light was just beginning to break outside my window. Hoseok lay under me with an arm wrapped tightly around my stomach. Hoseok still stayed fast asleep so quietly I got out of bed and slipped on a pair of sweats and put my black bra back on. The pounding continued.

"ALRIGHT! I'M COMING!" I screamed before running to open the door. Opening the door I found Kim And Min Yoongi standing in the hall. "Yoongi."

"Y/n."

"Yoongi face the other way. You're putting me off."

"Nice sex hair."

"At least I can get off with fucking and not having to be an ignorant asswipe."

"Yoongi shut up. Y/n let us inside." I opened the door further and motioned for the two men to enter, but not without flipping off the idiot.

"Another one?" Kim nodded before responding. "Down by the docks. We got a call this morning. You have 12 hours. Sounded like an older woman this time. Aparently she's blind." I smiled, excited by the new development in our little game.

"Hobi, nice of you to join us. Sorry I left you darling." I turned hearing footsteps coming from the bedroom. Hoseok stood with messy hair in only a pair of sweats he kept at my place. "You're fine." He said with a small but sad smile.

Yoongi scoffed before turning to me, taking in both of our states. "I didn't realize a psychopath like you could have a soft spot for your little doctor."

"I'm not a psychopath, Yoongi. I'm a high-functioning sociopath, do your fucking research."

"Ladies, stop fighting. We've got a murder to solve."

After changing Hoseok and I followed the two officers in a taxi to the docks. A slight mist rained down on us as we arrived at the destination. Police tape bordered the area and several officers milled about a car parked near some shipping crates.

As we got closer, I could see blood dripping out of the driver's side door. My eyes searched the car over. "Car was hired yesterday by a Jeon Minhyuk. Looks like about a pint of blood." Kim said, crouching next to the open car.

"Not about. Exactly. Most likely planted here on purpose. Our victim-"

"Jeon Minhyuk."

"Yeah, whatever. Long story short. Abduction not murder."

My eyes caught the sight of a middle aged woman crying next to some officers. "Who's that?" Yoongi nodded towards her. "Jeon's wife. Got here just before you did."

I nodded and stuffed my hands in my pockets as I turned to Hoseok. "Let's go talk to her, darling."

I took a breath of cold air before approaching the crying woman. "Mrs.Jeon?" She turned and frowned at our presence. "Yes, look I've already spoken with the police-" "Yes, ma'am. We aren't police." Hoseok interrupted politely.

"Y/n L/n." I reached out to shake her hand with a broken look.

"A very good friend of your husband's. We-uh... we grew up together."Tears started to fall from my cheeks as I 'recalled' the memory.

"I'm sorry? Who are you?" She said shaking her head.

"This is my husband, Hoseok." He politely shook her hand while casting me a side glance.

"I-don't think he ever mentioned you."

"No-no. He must've- I just can't believe it. I was just with him the other day. Same old Minhyuk not a care in the world."

Her face changed dramatically. "I'm sorry, but my husband has been depressed for months. Who are you?"

"Strange that he hired a car?" I said looking back the car and wiping away some of the tears. "Why would he do that? But suspicious isn't it?"

"No it isn't! He forgot to renew the tax on the car that's all."

"Ah. That was Minhyuk. That was Minhyuk all over. Forgetting everything."

"No it wasn't!"

"Wasn't it? Interesting."

My face turned straight and I turned back to the car walking away. "Do you enjoy lying to people?" Hoseok asked with a smile. "People don't like to tell you things, but they love to contradict you." I couldn't help but smile at Hobi's laugh. "Did you notice?" I asked.

"What?"

"I referred to her husband in the past tense and she joined in. Bit premature. We've only found the car. She's in on it."

My eyes drifted to a sticker on the bumper. Janus Cars. "Hobi." Pointing to the sticker he crouched to inspect it. "Janus? The only Janus I know is the top headed Egyptian god."

"Well let's go see."

Five hours were down as we entered the office of Kim Hyojong, owner of Janus cars. "Yeah rented the car out to him yesterday." The man said as he scratched his arm. "Mazda Rx8 I believe. Wouldn't mind one myself." He smirked as he pulled up the sleeves of his shirt revealing an expensive watch.

"Is that one?" I pointed to a random picture on the wall as I walked around. When he turned I quickly inspected the back of his neck before turning around. "Uh... that's a jag. Not a car girl I see."

"Surely you can afford one, a Mazda I mean." Hoseok said, pulling the attention off of me for a moment as I inspected the man for a few more minutes.

"Have you got any change for the cigarette machine? I'm practically gasping." Hoseok shot me a glare as I held out a ten and watched as the man pulled out his wallet.

"No, sorry."

After thanking him the two of us walked out side by side. "If absolutely need to....here. I've got change."

"Don't need it, darling. Nicotine patches, remember?" I said pulling up my sleeve to reveal another two added on my arm. "Too expensive to smoke nowadays anyhow."

"So what was that all about?" He said pulling down my sleeve quickly. "Needed to see inside his wallet. Did you see? All foreign bills." My growing speech was interrupted by my phone ringing.

"Y/n L/n."

"The clue is in the name. Janus Cars."

An older female voice came through the phone. The blind lady. Yes almost forgot. Bomb and everything.

"Why are you giving me a hint?"

"Why does anyone do anything......I like to watch....you...dance...."

The line went dead. Hoseok looked to me with brows raised. "Phone Kim. Tell him to bring the car to the garage."

Eight hours in and I was sure. Kim and Hoseok stood with me in front of the car, waiting for my explanation.

"The blood was their first mistake. Exactly a pint. But it is definitely Jeon Minhyuk's, though frozen. There are traces. I had Tae run some tests. I think Minhyuk gave a pint of his blood a while ago and that it was Janus Car's spread on the seat."

"Janus Cars?"

"Yes, the clue is in the name."

"That God with two faces?" Namjoon asked.

"Exactly. Janus Cars offers a less than legal service to help you disappear from certain problems whatever they may be."

"So where is Jeon?" Kim questioned again.

"Brazil." I said closing the car door.

"What?"

"Kim Hyojong had a 20000 Brazilian peso note in his wallet as well as some change, the dick. Which means he had been abroad recently. When I asked him about the cars he turned and I saw an obvious tan line on his neck. Somewhere hot, but not for pleasure. No one wears a shirt on the fucking beach. Next his arm-"

"His arm?"

"Do stop interrupting. It's quite annoying and we have a bomb to stop. Yes his arm. He was scratching it and It was bleeding. Most likely because he had a booster jab. The therefore out Jeon Minhyuk is somewhere lying in a cabana in Brazil thanks to Janus Cars."

I pulled out my phone and posted the answer on my website like I had the past two times. "Y/n how long have you known?" "It was very simple. I knew the bomber had given us twelve hours so I finished this and was able to complete other things."

"Other things! That woman has been sitting there with a bomb strapped to her chest." Immediately my phone rang.

"Hello."

"Help me...." the woman cried out softly.

"Tell us where you are. Address."

"They were....so-....They're voice was-"

"No! Don't tell me anything about them!"

"They sounded...so soft-"

The sound of an explosion could be heard right before the line went dead. "Hello!" My shaking hand dropped the phone. I stood frozen in place. Hoseok took my face in his hands. "Y/n? Y/n, love? Look at me. What happened?" The words were stuck in my throat.

"It's-.....it's not fair. I answered! She started to describe him and she- Oh my god!" My fingers pulled at the roots of my hair and anxiety and panic started to kick in.

"Namjoon, there was an explosion go get a squad. I'll take care of her." Hoseok pried my hands away from my face where my nails where scratching at my hair and skin in panic.

"Y/n....I'm right here it's okay. Fuck!" My vision spun and it felt like nails were driving into my skull. Clutching my head I collapsed on the parking garage floor. "I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE! TAKE IT AWAY! TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME!" I screamed and pushed Hoseok's hands away as he tried to rip off all five of the nicotine patches, which certainly weren't helping the situation.

"I CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE! THERE IS TOO MUCH UP HERE! There's no room for me." I clutched my head even tighter as tears spilled onto my cheeks. Hoseok tried to pull me towards him in Hope's of calming me down.

"I don't want this gift! I don't want it! There is no more room for me! It's too much stuff in my head! Hoseok, please make it go away!" I pounded on his chest and cried like a baby as he pulled me into his lap on the ground.

"I don't want to be smart anymore.......It's too much......I can't be responsible for all of this!"

The last thing I remember was passing out in Hoseok's arms.

I woke up again to darkness. Sitting up, my coat was hanging on the door and I had been put in a tshirt that wasn't mine. The clock on my beside table read two a.m. Hoseok lay next to me, sleeping soundly. I sighed and pulled open the drawer searching for a pack of cigarettes. After finding a singular one I walked to the door and pulled a flash drive out of my coat pocket.

Lighting the cigarette I walked into the living room and to my laptop. Quickly I posted something on my website and got dressed. As I walked towards the front door, my eyes got sight of the bedroom. Hoseok shifted in his sleep a little bit.

With a sigh I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a note.

1067 Hangguk Ave.

Trust me.

Taping it on the door, I closed it and grabbed a taxi to take me downtown.

I entered the large ornate library in silence. My footsteps were the only sound that echoed throughout the three store building. Hundreds of book shelves lined the area, the only light was from the bright moon as it shone through the huge glass window in the back.

"I've brought you a little getting to know you present." I said my voice echoing off the rounded roof as I held up the flash drive.

"This is what it has all been for right? All your little puzzles. Making me dance....Just for this."

The sound of a door opening made me turn around. It took all of my power not to let the look of terror show on my face. A figure walked towards me through the dark. A figure I knew. My half brother.

"Seokjin?"

He wore a black winter trench coat and a straight expression. "Evening."

"This is a twist, isn't it Y/n? Bet you didn't see this coming." My hand lowered to my side as I tried to regain my composure.

"What...would you like me....to make him say.... next?"

Seokjin opened his coat to reveal several bombs strapped to his chest over his normal suit. A little red dot was also now trained on his chest. Frantically I searched for the shooter in the balconies.

"Humpty Dumpty....sat on a wall.....Humpty Dumpty.....had a......great...fall-"

"ENOUGH!" I screamed.

"He is one of the only....people you care about....isn't that right.......Y/n."

"Stop it."

"I can stop his heart.....if you like...."

Seokjin's face fell and he gulped at his own words. It was true. Seokjin had always looked out for me, even though I was a huge smartass. He never complained once about his ten year old sister being in junior year with him.

"Who are you?" Another door opened behind me and the sound of heels clicked across the floor.

"Gave you my number. Thought you might call."

Shadows drifted across her face as she came to stand in the moonlight. A playful smirk was drawn on her painted lips.

"Is that .45 Dan Wesson Specialist in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

Her voice was smooth like honey and dripped with confidence. “Both.” Keeping my face straight I pulled the gun out from my jacket. “Kim HyunA......Hi.” The woman stepped further into the light, revealing the rest of her sculpted face.

“Hyunah? Hyunah from the morgue? Huh. Did I really make such a fleeting impression on you? But then I suppose that was the point of the whole thing.” She stepped closer. Something about the way she spoke sent shivers down my spine. My grip on the gun grew tighter. My eyes flickered to my brother to see the red dot still there.

“Oh don’t be silly, love. Someone else is holding to gun. Don’t really like to get my hands dirty.” She circled to stand behind my brother, and evil smile on her lips. “All those puzzles; did you like them?” The look on her face told she wasn’t looking for an answer she was just toying with me.

“I’ve given you a glimpse, Y/n. Just the tiniest glimpse of what I have got going on in this big bad world. No one ever gets to me.” Her stare never left me as she whispered in Jin’s ear, chuckling as he shuddered.

“I did.” My fingers cocked the gun and kept it aimed towards her. She coolly moved to the right of my brother and towards me.

“You’ve come the closest. Now you’re in my way.”

“Aww thanks.”

“Didn’t mean it as a compliment, love.”

“Yes you did.”

“Yeah, okay I did.”

Her words left a playful ring in the air and often went up in tone giving me chills. There was a fire beneath her eyes. Something dangerous. Something deadly. “But, the flirting is over, Y/n. Mommy has had enough now!” Her painted nails played with my brothers jacket. The most subtle sign of dominance. She was in control of everything.

“I’ve cut loose all those people. All those problems-”

“People have died.”

“That’s what people DO!”

Her voice echoed off the cavernous walls making me realize how alone we truly were. A moment of eerie silence followed causing me to reach into my pocket pulling out a simple black flash drive. My brother visibly gulped when he saw them. “Y/n you wouldn’t. Those codes are top secret.”

“This is what you want yes?” She smirked and came over, plucking the drive from my hands. “Oooo. Missile codes.” She eyes the small object in her hands before meeting my gaze again.

“I could’ve got them anywhere.” With that she dropped the drive on the floor and crushed it with her heel. “Y/n, I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet but I could blow up NATO in alphabetical order if I wanted to at any second.”

She pulled a gun from under her blazer. “So take this as a friendly warning. Back off.” She brought up the weapon and clearly aimed it at me. “What if I was to shoot you now?” She gave a sing song laugh that rang throughout the room. “Well then you would be able to cherish the look of surprise on my face. Because, if you did, Y/n, I would truly be surprised. But, you wouldn’t be able to cherish it for long.” She loaded and cocked her own gun as well.

“As you might have figured out, I can’t very much leave you here after I leave, so......” With a shrug she pointed the gun back at me, a smirk on her face.

“Ciao, Y/n L/n-”

The sound of a gunshot sounded and I closed my eyes for the briefest moment and I felt blood splatter across my cheek. Opening my eyes, I saw HyunA lying on the ground. Dead. Turning around I saw a small hole in the window where the bullet must have come through. My eyes then looked towards the building across the street.

“Y/n?” My brother called out.

Rushing to him I hastily threw the coat as far away from us as possible. The both of us looked up at the sound of sirens and red and blue flashing lights coming from the front. Within seconds five policemen burst through the door and took us outside to waiting ambulances.

My feet dangled off the back of an ambulance as I sat there trying to get the EMT to take the stupid orange blanket off of me. Chief Kim interrupted the scene.

"Why do I need this blanket? They keep putting this blanket on me."

"It's for shock."

"I'm not in shock. Nothing is shocking about a man getting shot." He scoffed and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"No sign of the shooter." Kim shook his head and looked to the building across the street. "Cleared off before we got here. We've got nothing to go on."

A single disapproving look from me shut him up. "I wouldn't say that." He nodded for me to continue with a smile. "The bullet the just dug from the bookcase is a handgun. A kill shot over that distance with that type of weapon is a crack shot we're looking for. Not just a marksman; a fighter. Hands wouldn't have shaken which means they're acclimatized to violence. They didn't fire until I was in immediate danger, so one would infer they have great moral principle."

My eyes wandered as I spoke, trying to recall every detail I could gather about the shooting.

"You are most likely look for a male with a history of military service, nerves of steel, who-......." My eyes landed on Hoseok who was standing by one of the police cars simply watching all that was going around him and my words sort of trailed off. He turned and smiled innocently at me, shaking me from my trance. "Actually you know what. Ignore me."

"Sorry?"

"Ignore everything I just said. It's uh-it's just the uh-shock talking. Yeah sure."

"Where are you going? I've still got questions!"

"Oh what now! I'm in shock! Look I've got a blanket and everything!"

Kim called out to me as I walked away towards Hoseok who smiled as I came closer. "What's with the blanket?" "It's for shock. Please take the fucking thing away from me." He laughed as I shoved it into his arms. We walked side by side to the nearest main street to catch a taxi.

"Nice shot by the way."

"Yes, must have been."

"You would know."

He looked at his feet, a smile creeping onto his cheeks. "Thank you, Hoseok." My hand reached over for his and quickly latched onto his fingers. "You were very dumb to leave alone."

"Yes, but I knew you'd follow me."

"How on earth did you deduce that?"

"You love me."

He smiled down at me, the tips of his ears turning pink. "A very good deduction." His hand came up to my cheek and stroked the skin their lovingly. "I'm impatient kiss me already." He laughed and lent down to place a kiss on my lips.

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Miracle P1

Hello friends! Okay it’s been such a long time since I’ve posted anything but to be honest, I’ve been busy working on completing series (cause a lot of my pieces have been left hanging) and in the process, starting new series as well. I’d like to introduce you to this Jihoon College AU! “Miracle” I hope you guys like it!

Plot: What if it was love at first sight? Jihoons lost all passion for music after being wronged two years ago and right as he was about to quit, someone unexpectedly enters his life and changes it for the better

Pairing: Reader x Jihoon

Words: 3856

Warnings: EVERYCHAPTER has a bit of swearing (because Yoongis here and I love a potty mouthed Yoongi)

Genre: Fluff, romance, a TINY bit of angst

“Please don’t tell me that’s what you’re planning on wearing to Jungkooks birthday.” he said poking his friend in the ribs, “Come on, we have to get going!”

“I’m not going.” Jihoon stated flatly, “You guys go ahead.”

“Please don’t tell me this is because of Hana.” Soonyoung groaned, “You literally transferred away from your old college to get away from her over a year ago! This is the start to your second year here and its the biggest party of the year. It kicks off the new school year AND we’re celebrating Jungkooks birthday.”

“So? Tell Jungkook I said happy birthday. I’m not going.” Jihoon said, “Now get out before I throw something.”

“I’m getting Seungcheol.” Soonyoung said as he went outside to get the named boy. “CHEOL! Jihoons being stubborn again!!!”

Eventually Seungcheol walked into the room and made his presence known by pulling Jihoon’s headphones off.

“Hey!” Jihoon said trying to get his earphones back but Seungcheol held it out of his grip.

“You promised Jungkook that you would go today did you forget?” Seungcheol asked, “We all saw the photo Kim Hana posted and so what if she’s moved on. You need to move on with your life too Ji. You’re better than her in so many ways.”

“Yo Cheol, Mingyu just talked to Kook and said that they’re tripling the theme this year. It’s going to be a welcome back party too!” Soonyoung said excitedly, “We have to get going! Let’s just carry Jihoon there.”

At the mention of being carried, Jihoon sat up immediately. “Fine, I’ll go. But I won’t stay long...only because Jungkook and the guys of the Bangtan house are close friends.”

“There we go.” Seungcheol said with a nod of approval, “Go change and we’ll meet you out in five.”

Ten minutes later, Seungcheol, Mingyu, Soonyoung and Jihoon were on their way to the biggest Frat house on the block owned by the son of the school president himself, Kim Seokjin.

It was still early when they arrived and after putting their respective gifts at the table, they went in search for people they knew.

As they walked towards the main room, they saw someone sitting on the piano talking to Chan, who was a member of the schools dance team.

“No way! Is that Y/N?” Soonyoung asked with his jaw dropped and wide eyes.

Jihoon looked up at the figure and he froze on the spot. He swore to himself that had suddenly died and gone to heaven because the girl in front of him was an angel. Her hair was twisted loosely over her shoulder and ended just below her chest and she wore skinny jeans and a white off shoulder long sleeve shirt.

“Y/N!!!” Mingyu yelled breaking Jihoon out of his thoughts and looked as the taller male went and gave you a big hug.

It finally occurred to him that the guys knew who you were since Seungcheol even went in for a large hug and went as far as to spin you around.

He slowly approached the group as they were all talking to you at different times.

“When did you get back?” Seungcheol asked.

“How as the program in London?” Soonyoung asked. “Are you back for good?”

“Does anyone else know you’re back yet?” Mingyu asked.

“I got back a few days ago, the program was awesome and I am so sad to leave and yes I’m back for good. Also, everyone but Hobi knows I’m back. ” you explained in one breath and looked around the group you had learned to call friends. You then noticed the blonde one who you didn’t recognize and gave him a bright smile, “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

When Jihoon didn’t say anything, the guys around him scrambled to save him from embarrassment.

“This is Lee Jihoon, he’s a childhood friend who transferred here a semester after you left.” Soonyoung said quickly, “Jihoon, this is Y/N, she’s a close friend of Jin and Yoongi and the rest of the Bangtan house.

“Ah…” you said with a nod, “It’s nice to meet you. Make yourselves at home, I’m sure you guys have been here more in the last few years.”

“Is your roommate here?” Soonyoung asked and you pointed to the kitchen.

“I’m sure Yoongi told me specifically not to let you talk to her but you know, I can’t stop you.” you said with a shrug. “Go wild, I’m supposed to stay here until more people arrive. Yoongi’s at the DJ booth and Jin’s somewhere checking on food. Last I checked, Kookie was getting ready for his big night.”

“Y/N! You’re back!!!” a voice you recognized as Hoseoks came from the door and suddenly you were engulfed in his arms. “I won’t have to torture myself by teaching two classes anymore.” he said fake crying into your shoulder.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.” you said with a roll of your eyes as Hoseok set you back down on the piano and greeted the others.

“Taehyung was being a pain when we announced Soonyoung as co-captain of the junior team last year.” Hoseok deadpanned as Soonyoung nodded his head in agreement. “See! He agrees with me.”

“Well if Tae was a full time dance major maybe we’d consider otherwise but the guy apparently needs to be in the same drama program as Jin soo…” you said shrugging, “His loss.”

“Isn’t the only requirement for captain to be a full time performing arts student?” Mingyu asked and you along with Soonyoung and Hoseok shook your heads.

“The last captain Shownu changed the rule before he graduated and you have to be a full time music or dance major now.” Hoseok explained, “Speaking of which, now that you’re done that program in London, what’s your focus?”

“Per Yoongi’s request, Music composition and dance.” you said looking towards the DJ booth where your best friend and step brother stood going through his playlists. He shot you a look with a raised eyebrow when he felt you looking at him and you gave him a glare when he showed you the middle finger.

“Yoongi just wants you to follow in his footsteps.” Hoseok reasoned knowing how tough he could be on you sometimes.

“He acts like my dad.” you said scrunching your nose up, “But it’s not like I don’t enjoy either. Anyways, you guys go have fun, I’m just going to chill here for a bit.”

“Can I get you a drink?” Seungcheol asked, “I heard that the fridge is stocked.”

“Soda, no alcohol. Someones gotta take care of these drunks tonight.” you said with a cheeky grin and you looked at Jihoon who had yet to remove his eyes from you, “Enjoy your night. I’ll see you around.”

Seungcheol then lead Jihoon to the kitchen where they saw Jin taking something out of the oven while Soonyoung, Chan and Mingyu went over to talk to a few people they knew.

“Hey Jin.” they both said as Jin waved with one hand while holding the pan he had just taken out of the oven.

“Hey guys, you know the drill. Help yourselves to anything and if you need to crash here later just do so.” he said before walking out of the kitchen towards the buffet table which was half catered and the other half things he cooked himself. “Enjoy!” he called over his shoulder.

“So who is Y/N exactly?” Jihoon asked Seungcheol, “She seems pretty close to everyone here.”

“She’s the one the guys talk about a lot. Yoongi’s trying to make her his 2.0, Jin watches her like a hawk...it’s a surprise that she was allowed to go to London for the performing arts program. I heard from Yoongi that she finished top of the class.” Seungcheol explained, “Why?”

“I think I saw her a few days ago at the cafe…” Jihoon muttered.

“Wait, you mean Y/N’s the person that you said literally took your breath away?” Seungcheol asked and Jihoon nodded.

“She was sitting by the window working on her laptop but her eyes were so big and her smile…” Jihoon said thinking about when he first saw you and Seungcheol saw the small smile that was making its way to Jihoons face.

“Great, then you should go talk to her.” Seungcheol said while handing him a bottle of ginger ale and a beer. “Wouldn’t hurt right? I’m gonna go see if Jin or Yoongi need any help with anything.”

And with that, Jihoon was left standing in the kitchen contemplating what to do. He turned to look at you through the door and saw that you were in fact sitting alone on the piano once again waving at people as they arrived.

“It’s now or nothing.” Jihoon whispered to himself and made his way over to you.

“Hey” he said coming over and handed the ginger ale to you.

“Hey” you said taking it from his hands and he ignored the electricity that shot through his fingers when your hand brushed his, “Thank you. Where did Seungcheol go?”

“Something about talking to Jin or Yoongi.” Jihoon answered and thought about how to keep the conversation going. “So I heard that you were a Music comp major.”

“Yep. I minored in it for the last two years while I was in London but decided to finish it as a major when I got back.” you explained, “What about you?”

“I’m also a Music comp major and dance minor.” Jihoon answered and he felt his face match the smile that was on yours.

“That’s so dope. So we’re in the same program...third year right?” you asked and Jihoon nodded. “Then are you on the dance team with Soon and Hobi?”

Jihoon shook his head, “I decided to minor in dance this year so I’m only just starting…I was a music major at my old college before I transferred…I was thinking about trying out this year cause Soonyoung keeps pushing me to”

“Ah, thats cool, you should totally try out.” you said, “It’s also good to know that I have another Music comp buddy to ask advice from. As much as I like asking Yoongi, he can be too over it sometimes.” you rolled your eyes.

“Buddy?” Jihoon asked wide eyed and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Sure. You seem like your besties with Cheol and Soon and they’re all cool with the guys who live in this house.” you said and for the first time, Jihoon felt himself really smile.

The two of you eventually moved to one of the couches and started to talk about your common music interest which escalated to similar hobbies. Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi, Seungcheol and Jin were all watching you from the DJ booth with smirks on their faces.

“I told you Y/N would be the cure.” Jin said crossing his arms with a triumphant smile on his face.

“Yea but if her grades slip because of this, I’m blaming you.” Yoongi said, “She can’t afford to have distractions right now.”

“You consider one of your mentee’s a distraction? Really?” Seungcheol asked knowing that Jihoon and Yoongi were good friends. “If anything I think it’ll push him harder. He’s finally getting out of the slump he’s been in since he got here.”

“We’ll see what happens in the near future... “ Jin said as he saw you get tackled by Taehyung and Namjoon which left Jihoon to stare at them with wide eyes. “Now come on, more people are starting to arrive and I need a strong drink.”

As the night went on, various people who knew you kept coming to say hello and eventually you found yourself hanging out at the DJ booth with Yoongi who had maybe four or five drinks.

“So I see you finally met Jihoon.” he said after the next song started playing. He had noticed that you were watching the blonde throughout the night and he wanted to know your thoughts.

“I think I saw him a few days ago actually...at the cafe where you said to meet. Remember how I got there earlier?” you asked as you wrapped your arms around your legs.

Yoongi nodded his head, “I think that was him sitting towards the back. Did he notice you?”

“I’m not sure.” you said biting your lip, “What’s the deal with him anyways?”

“He transferred schools after his ex girlfriend fucked up and he’s been in a slump ever since.” Yoongi explained and you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Sounds like someone I know.” you said giving him a side glance. “Talking to him reminds me of you sometimes...Your mannerisms, your facial expressions…”

“You got this all from a few hours?” Yoongi asked and you nodded.

“But you changed…” you said as you watched Jihoon and Soonyoung play beer pong with Jimin and the birthday boy.

“Yea, because you came into my life…” Yoongi said, “If my father didn’t leave that will...I would have never known…”

“That you had a little sister from an affair? Which is kind of fucked up considering who my mom is…” you said scrunching your nose.

“Yea, you, me and Jin are one fucked up little family.I knew about the affair, I just didn’t know about you. I was in boarding school by then and Jin’s mom had run away and killed herself after you were born..” Yoongi said with a sigh, it was a story you hated bringing up. “Jin was going through a tough time then my dad had to get into that car accident and leave me his Will telling me I had a little sister who was four years younger than me...holy shit.”

“How did you find me again?” you asked and Yoongi shrugged.

“Jin’s father who took me in after dad died played a big role. You were pretty much an orphan so it wasn’t hard...but honestly, it was your personality after we found you that got me. You had so much of dad in you. You were smart, talented, caring except you looked like Jin’s mom which threw him off the first time he met you.” Yoongi said with a slight grin thinking about the time that you introduced yourself to everyone.

“It was just so messed up and when the paternity tests came back, you and Jin couldn’t even hold it together.” you said and Yoongi laughed.

“We’ve been only childs our whole life and we both found out that we had a sister and over sixteen years to catch up on...Jin and I were just starting college and when his dad said he wanted nothing to do with trash like you…” Yoongi started and you cringed.

“I don’t think I’ve seen Jin that angry before…” you said thinking back to the day that he had punched his own father in the face.

“He had every reason to. By then we both took a liking to you and agreed to raise you as his mother and my father would’ve right? Despite going through dark times, you were the light for the both of us and maybe…” Yoongi hesitated and saw that Jihoon was watching the two of you, “Maybe you can be that for Jihoon too.”

You followed Yoongi’s gaze and saw JIhoon’s blank stare that turned into a small smile after you made eye contact with him.

“You can be his light and guide him like you guided us.” Yoongi said taking another swig of his drink. “I think I’m getting drunk.”

“You think?” you asked as you shoved him aside, “Go puke, I’ll take over the DJ booth for a while.”

“Yes Mam.” Yoongi said stepping down and walking towards the bathrooms of the large house. You made note that if he wasn’t back in ten minutes, that you would go check the bathroom to make sure he was okay.

As you played the next song, you felt a presence next to you and saw Jihoon again holding two cups before he handed you one.

“You looked parched.” he said, “Don’t worry, it’s not alcoholic.”

“Thanks” you said taking the cup from him. “How’s your night going?”

“A lot better then I expected.” Jihoon answered taking a sip from his own cup, “Is there going to be cake soon?”

You nodded your head, “We’re trying to keep Kookie as sober as we can till it gets here but you know, he’ll probably end up making a fool of himself anyways. Should be here in about ten minutes or so.”

Jihoon laughed knowing you were right. Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin were one of the few people who had issues holding their alcohol unlike the older guys in the house.

“Do you need any help babysitting?” he asked and you raised your eyebrows at him.

“I should be okay for now...they tend to let more loose once the cake is done and over with.” you said as you saw Taehyung about to strip off his shirt and you quickly signalled Namjoon from across the room who caught on fast and made his way to Taehyung.

You let out a sigh of relief as Jihoon laughed, “I’ve literally been gone for two years and nothing in this house changes.” you huffed.

“How long have you known everyone exactly?” Jihoon asked and you looked up to count in your head.

“I met Jin and Yoongi when I was fifteen and I met everyone else a year later…” you said, “It was after my dad died...he left everything to Yoongi, including me.”

“Wait so you and Yoongi are siblings?” Jihoon asked, it was a question he’d been wanting the answer to all night ever since he saw how comfortable you and Yoongi were getting at the DJ booth. It was why he took his first chance to come and talk to you once he saw Yoongi walk away. The last thing he wanted to find out from someone else was that the only girl he had remotely found interest in was dating his mentor.

“Step siblings…” you said with a nod, “So are Jin and I.”

Jihoon gave you a weird look as you shrugged.

“Yoongis dad and Jin’s mom had an affair. Mom killed herself when I was two after Jin’s dad remarried and I went to live with Yoongis dad till he passed away in a car accident . Yoongi’s mom didn’t want anything to do with me as the same with Jin’s dad so the two decided to raise me themselves.” you explained clearing the air. “They’ve been taking care of me ever since.”

“Dang…” jihoon whispered, “That’s why they’re so overbearing.”

“But they mean well.” you said, “You have to imagine what it’d be like for two college students to find out about their sister who is now an orphan. It’s why Jin works so hard and Yoongi pushes me to be my best. It’s what our parents would’ve wanted.”

“I’m glad you’re okay though.” Jihoon said, “You seem to be really happy now.”

“I am...Yoongi and Jin along with the rest of this house is my family. I don’t have anyone else so I treat them like gold.” you said with a smile, “What about you?”

“I’ve known Soonyoung and Seungcheol my whole life, I think it goes back to elementary school. After high school I went to a different university and transferred here after I figured the program wasn’t the right fit.” he said leaving a lot of details out but that was the kind of person he was. He wasn’t going to blerb his sob story to just anyone.. Despite finding you interesting, he didn’t want to scare you away even though you had opened your heart to him already.

After the cake was done, the party got rowdier and by the end of it, you were patting Jungkooks back as he emptied his stomach in his bedroom bathroom.

You never lectured them, you just let them be and took care of them as needed.

You saw Jihoon help a beyond drunk Soonyoung through the hall and figured that he was going to throw him into one of the many spare bedrooms this house had.

The look Jihoon gave you as he passed by made you laugh causing Jungkook to whine while his head was still in the toilet seat.

“Why are you laughing at meeeee” he said and dry heaved.

“Because you’re so silly Kookie.” you said patting his back and you heard more puke hit the toilet and thankfully, Jin had finally come into the room fresh from a shower.

“Let me take over birthday boy and you go get yourself cleaned up.” he said and you gave him a thankful smile before getting up and walking out and towards your room.

After your shower, you came down in a long t-shirt dress to see that the mess was still present but the partiers were long gone and you let out a sigh of relief. You weren’t that tired since jet lag had hit you and you started cleaning up the mess in the kitchen.

You were humming to yourself when you heard a voice come from behind you and you were surprised to see Jihoon standing there yet again.

“Do you need any help?” he asked letting out a yawn and you shook your head.

“I got this, I don’t think I’ll be sleeping anytime soon anyways.” you said with a shrug, “Jet lag.”

You then put down the garbage bag you were holding and took Jihoon’s arm, “You should go get some rest, you never know when your friends are going to wake up.”

“Chan and Seungcheol took the last room that had a bed.” Jihoon yawned again, “I was just going to head home.”

“Are you crazy? Its 3 in the morning” you said looking at him like he was nuts, “Here follow me.”

With your hand around Jihoon’s arm, he let you take him up a few stairs to where the main bedrooms were and then at the end of one hallway was your bedroom.

“You can sleep here tonight.” you said unlocking the door with your key.

“I can’t this is your room, where are you going to sleep?” Jihoon asked and you shrugged.

“I’ll nap on the couch or something, I’ll be cleaning for a while anyways.” you answered and Jihoon shook his head not liking that answer.

“How about I help you clean up a bit and then we can leave the rest for tomorrow.” he suggested, “I’ll sleep on the floor. I just need a blanket and a pillow.”

“You’re a guest, you aren’t sleeping on the floor.” you argued, “How about we both just take the bed, it’s big enough anyways..”

“Fine.” Jihoon said reluctantly giving in, “But let me help you tidy up first. It’s the least I could do.”

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CV SQUAD PT.1 (M)

Podcast host/Youtuber/Influencer BTS & OC

CV SQUAD TAKE: MIAMI,NEW YORK, LONDON, LA

CV SQUAD TAKE MIAMI- PART 1 OF 2

WARNINGS:(There’s both some M/F & M/M smuttyness in here so I’ll let you find out which warnings apply to who) Some hand fun,Hella dirty talk, cum play, spit play, light choking, public sex, light mirror kink ,a ton of teasing between all 8 “Characters” All the boy’s are Bi in this BTW . Tatted and Pierced BTS (Not all but most)

JIMIN/OC MAIN FOCUS OT7 SUBFOCUS (MXM/MXF)

In this part Hoseok/Yoongi have a bigger roll in my opinion but again there all in it a ton

There is a lot of dialog in this one but it’s needed…I’m introducing 8 people sooooo lol

9.7 K

AU SUMMARY : The “CV SQUAD” is made up of Jimin,YN, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Kookie a group of friends who run a podcast called “Candid Vibes” . That was created initially for a media arts project,in college which is actually how they all met! Now fast forward a good 4 years, a YT channel and millions of listeners later..and we have the CVSQUADTOUR. A four city tour spanning over 16 days, with guest appearances from some of their good friends over at “TEAMJTH” AKA Jin, Taehyung,and Hoseok. Follow along to get the full candid behind the scenes access to everything that takes place over the next 2 weeks, including the moments there definitely going to edit out of the tour vlogs!!! P.S the full backstory will be linked at the end!

***This is happening in real time, so in some scenes if there’s a [C] in front of the person dialog that means there talking into the camera. Or if it says [FILMING] that means there in shot but not talking directly to the camera***

****Wednesday July 4th, 5:45 AM,Valencia, CA -CV SQUAD HOUSE (Tour starts on the 5th in Miami) ***

“Ah fuck!!” A loud grumbled leaves Yoongi's chest as he sets the camera on the kitchen counter, ruffling his hands through his faded ice blue locks, readjusting his oversized cat eye glasses on his face before pushing the record button.

[C] “Aye, goodmorning guys, it’s ughhh fuck, 5:45 which is why the lighting probaly sucks in addition to the fact that I’m not Jungkook! Sooo as you guys know we all went out last night with the guys over at TEAMJTH, for a pre-tour dinner thing, which started at 7:30 but Y/N and Jimin didint get there till like 8 which, what the fuck else is new.” Letting out a slow exhale as his body just slouched along the back counter, taking a sip of coffee before continuing his thought.

[C] “ Well, Jin and I were the first to leave around, like 11:30 ish and I had the displeasure of spending the night here, because that’s the only way I’d ensure these asshats woke up on time. And when I got up this morning my phone said the last time the alarm went off was a little after 3AM..and again it’s 5:45 and I’m about to go wake them up because come look at this shit!“ Turning the camera away from his face to let it lead the way down the hallway and into the PR room, or “Hell” as Yoongi called it .

There was a room on the first floor that was originally meant to be a “parlor” but obviously that's not anything the 4 of you would need or want! So it was turned into the PR closet, as you guys were always being sent items to review, or even paid to post about it. It only took one of you missing an ad that couldve made you an easy 3k to realize this shit needed to be kept out of your bedrooms until the job was done. So inteased you have a room filled with numerous clothing racks and boxes, separated by CV member! But it was also where all of your luggage was sitting and it barely looked liked you guys were packed, or at least not 16 days worth!

Letting the camera pan the room as he let out an exasperated sigh, even in the dim lighting only fueled by the numerous neon signs along the walls it was still clear this room was a hot ass mess.

[C] “Can we all take a moment to appreciate the site in front of us, that is without a doubt bullshit!” Panning the camera over to the right, zooming in slightly, on all of your half-assed excuse for packing. “Yeah, so on that note, were gonna walk down the hall and wake up Jimin first, and then make our way upstairs to get everyone else.”

Making his way down a long dark hallway before making a right to head to Jimin’s room, until he hears an almost animalistic noise coming from the opposite direction. Heading to the laundry room instead only to find Jungkook, snoring,with his mouth open, on a bean bag chair..with a bag of chocolate covered lays to his right.

There was a very long pause, as the camera pans between Kookie and Yoongi, before his eyes flutter shut, holding the bridge of his nose between his index and thumb.

[C] “Ya know, sometimes...I just really don’t know what my life is….I really, really don't….” reaching down to shake Jungkook “Hey, hey,HEY! Kookie! Dude whyyyyyyy !? What are you doin on the floor in here of all places?” Pausing momentarily honestly hoping for an answer than even made a fragment of sense. Instead he was greeted with a displeased grumble as kookie attempted to readjust on the oversized bean bag chair .

[C] “Nooo no, no up! Get up, go shower, and finish packing NOW! You got like an hour and 7 minutes. And then your taking this damn camera back because I hate this thing! ”

The tone alone has the younger abiding Yoongi’s orders, far too tired to argue anyway slowly rolling off the floor, grabbing his chips in the process. Managing to get chocolate all over the collar of the white “OFF white” Jacket he slept in. While Kookie slugged his way out of the laundry room, still whining like a bart in the process.

Quickly whipping out his phone to check Jungkooks IG, letting out a relieved sigh at his last 3 posts which all had well over 600k likes. But more importantly Jungkook posted the sponsored post, prior to ruining the jacket...and that’s all that mattered!

[C] “One down..two to go….”

What he actually meant was Yoongi didn't need to wake up was Namjoon, well aware that he was already up and well…..that’s because that's whose room he started and woke up in himself….

Finally heading back to his initial mission, Jimin, turning in the opposite direction, making a right, then walking down four very random stairs that lead to his bedroom . Two black framed french doors sat cracked, the room initially was a sunroom converted to a bedroom because Jimin wanted to be on the first floor and the guest room “wouldn’t even hold my shoes “. So this was the alternative...

Upon opening it he finds the both of you in bed together, but there's nothing even remotely sexual about this if anything it’s comical. Both fully dressed, like shoes and all, how you managed to sleep in that skin tight hot pink body con dress, that barely looked like you had room to breathe is besides me. The upper half of your body was almost hanging half off his california king while Jimin’s foot was damn near in a ballerina point. Evident even through his leather dress boots, neck stretched so far to the side it was almost on his night stand. One hand draped over your hip while the other hung off the bed.

[C] “Why am I not even remotely surprised at this point!?.” A combination of frustration and amusement laced within his voice as he slumped to the ground. Letting a low cackle rupture through his throat, as he still tried to keep his voice at a whisper. Only standing in the door frame at this point. “ I swear I don’t get paid enough for this…..” Walking over to turn on the lights, but unfortunately Jimin only had mood lighting so the dim aesthetic really did nothing to stir the two of you.

Flipping the angle so the camera was facing him again before speaking into it at a hushed tone [C]“Offf course this boy has strip club hoe lighting to go with his damn silk curtains because why wouldn't he! Alright guys’ Imma set this camera on the nightstand, because these two are damn near comatose, and I need two hands for this! I’m not sure how much footage you will or won't get but I really need to get them up so blame Kookie for also being hungover if this parts shitty!”

At this point because of where the camera was sitting you could only see the bottom of the bed , but it was picking up the conversation taking place above it.

Yoongi reached over readjusting your body on the bed only causing you drape your arms around him in attempts to pull him in “No, no, no..Y/n get up..” Shaking your body until your eyes fluttered, making your roll over closer to Jimin, who welcomed you with no hesitation even in his sleep, always a cuddler even in the platonic sense.

“Alright fuck this..” Hopping on the bed between the two of you, shaking you both until your eyes fluttered open. Jimin’s even puffer than usual from lack of sleep, slipping into complete slits in his face. You weren't doing any better, suddenly your lash extensions felt like bricks hanging on your lids, as you struggled to keep your eyes ajar. A loud screech comparable to banche left your throat as you stretched,managing to crack a few bones in the process… “Yo, it’s like 5 to 6...you two need to shower and finish packing,private or not we still gotta go through TSA, and you know how LAX is...we need to be outta here by 8! Let’s get movin!!” He was far from yelling but there was no room for debate within the leverage he held as he spoke.

Rolling over to your side, resting your hand on your temple, eyes zoning in on a very faint mark behind Yoongi’s ear making your smirk slightly. “Where did you sleep last night?” Brow quirked at the sudden implied question, the devilish grin on your face transferring to jimins as he ruffled his fingers through his long dark locks. Currently almost jet black, parted messily down the middle with a couple pieces falling in his face framing that lethal jawline of his! Kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his white dress shirt, leaving his toned caramelized abdomen on display. Giving you a sneak peek at the roses that danced along his ribcage, as he readjusted next to you on the bed.

“Yeah Yoongi where did you sleep last night hmm? Needed a little stress reliever before tour even starts aye?” The playful yet taunting tenor in Jimin's voice eared an eye roll and middle finger from Yoongi.

“Fuck you both, I slept in the guest room thank you very much!” Snapping back with a snarl, while the two of you instantly exchanged glances, eyes meeting and rolling in the same direction simultaneously.

“Really!?” The word left both of your lips in unison, dry as all hell, as you tried to ease off the bed, your hangover knocking you right on your ass. Literally, plopping back down next to jimin, causing him to smile over at you fondly, stroking the side of your jaw. The contrast of the metal from his rings soothing your skin, nuzzling your face slightly into his palm.

The tone in both of your voices screamed “BULLSHIT”! There were things that happened every once in a while that were kept on the DL, even within the squad ,typically never confirmed or denied, just forever the butt of every, inside joke.

“How the fuck would either of you know different? Your drunk ass couldn't even make it upstairs!” The words slipped from his lips so effortlessly it was like he was already prepared for the two of you to give him that reaction.

“Bitch” Bringing your hand down to meet his ass, as he rolled off the bed smaking it so hard your palm burned from the impact. Earning a low hiss to leave his throat, a noise that was secretly pleasing to both Jimin and yourself if were being honest.

“No, but I’m serious, you two up! Up!” Shoeing his hands in your direction .

Jimin hopped off the bed first, throwing his shirt on the floor “For once, the little grimiln over there actually has a method to his madness, we need to get moving princess..” Abruptly grabbing you off the bed and throwing you over his shoulder before walking towards the door.

“Hey I heard that! You little shit!” Yoongi aimed a pillow at Jimin but considering he’s not even remotely athletic it landed on your ass instead! Earning a loud squeal from the sudden change of, well shit everything as now you're literally staring at the ground and his ass, in these skin tight leather pants.

The minute the two of you made it into the hallway and he walked up those 4 steps it was game over. All Yoongi could hear from inside Jimin’s bedroom was you literally screaming “Park, down,now put me down I’m literally going to throw up put me down!!”

Picking the camera off the nightstand as he plopped back down on Jimin’s bed , head jerking suddenly from the feeling of something rolling out of the pillowcase. Only to find it’s a bottle of lube, quickly looking at the brand before giving what appeared to be an approving nod, throwing it to the side before bringing the camera up to his face.

[C] “Well ladies and gentlemen..this is gonna be...interesting..to say the least..I’mma go make my rounds, make sure everyone is actually up. Make sure Y/N didn't puke in the damn hallway, I also need to check in with our boys over at TEAMJTH. I’m sure Jin’s the only coherent one, I know they were all over here at some point and I have no idea what time they left!” Pausing to pull his phone out of his pocket, letting his thumb hover over Jin’s contact.

[C] “ Maybe I’ll be somewhat nice and make a starbucks run….meh will see how I feel.But yeah, will check in once Kook’s sober so he can film because I’m sure this was a shit show! So on that note..I’m out! Peace!!”

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“How you wanna do this ?” Voice sitting barley above a whisper as he stroked your cheek, while you sat on the ground of the 1st floor guest bathroom. Hair all tousled to the right as your head rested on your arm, which was still braced along the toilet seat. A warm rag coming up to grace the back of your neck “You wanna shower here or go upstair-” cutting him off with a nod before he could even finish his thought. Needing to sit in the humidity before you even tried to walk upstairs. Nodding quickly before walking behind you to turn the shower up, stepping out into the hallway to grab a towel.

“Someone slept in her makeup…” Tisking lowly as he placed the towel on the counter, before walking back out into the wall.

“Fuck, yeah I know thank god my skin is damn near bullet proof or else I’d be fucked, remind me to never drink on a stomach fuled by soley the dessert menu! “ Rolling your eyes in frustration at no one but yourself as you slowly got off the ground.Feeling slightly light headed in the process, pulling your dress over your head. Only revealing a nude g-string, the dress was so tight you almost considered not wearing panties at all. As you stepped into the shower you heard the door open again, apparently he went to also grab you makeup wipes, only catching the tail end of your naked body as you disappeared behind the steamed glass.

Not even bothering to apologize because it wasn't the first time he’d seen you like that, sticking your head out the glass, extending your arms for the wipes, as you smiled over in his direction. “Thank you for taking care of my hungover ass…” Shooting him a lazy smile as you rested your head against the tile.

Returning the gesture with a slight bow of the head as he edged towards the door, “No need to thank me, I’mma go hop in the shower myself, I also sat some tylenol on the counter, but come find me if you need me okay?” The genuine care and concern in his voice forced you to give him a legit smile no matter how dead your body felt, Jimin was good people, you don’t meet a lot of them in this industry that’s for damn sure! Nodding in response, another thank you left your lips lightly before letting your body reunite with the steam.

“How’s she feelin?” Jimin heard Namjoon’s voice echo throughout the empty hallway , changing his direction from his bedroom over to the kitchen. Joon was standing behind the island shirtless, mixing together a protein drink, Jimin noticed the tripbod to his right that was holding his phone. Figuring he probably just filmed something, more than likely an instagram video. Shamelessly taking in Namajon’s honey dipped complexion, offset by his dark brows and ice blonde hair.

Joon went through phases were he choose to tone his body, always someone with a strong build so it didn't take much for him to build up muscle mass. In Jimin eyes he was the perfect combination of muscular yet soft all at the same time! A couple small tattoo’s dancing along his body, all quotes written in an old fashioned script. From various books, or artist that caught his attention, not one for random spur or the moment pieces they all held a lot of meaning!

A dimply smile pulled on Joon’s face as he observed the way the younger was damn near drooling “Thanks Chim, I’m glad your enjoying the progress I’m making at the gym” The smile quickly turned into a full blown smirk once he took in how red Jimin got, even though his tanned complexion.

Shaking his head lightly as he chuckled, slightly embarrassed, letting his eyes meet their freshly polished hardwood floors, before brining his gaze back to his elder. Raking his fingers through his hair before slowly letting them slide down his neck “What can I say, I appreciate the hard work that’s all...I know it’s not easy to stay committed!”Ending with a slight nod , that held equal amounts of sass and arrogance.

Strutting over to grab a seat in front of Namjoon “Are these any good, or are they just payin you well?”

A playful tenor rang through his voice as he recognized the very popular protein brand to his right. Finally putting two and two together, as far as his appearance and the tripod, he was clearly filming an AD for the company. Namjoon quirked his brow clearly not as amused as Jimin, while taking a sip, “Don”t try me, last I checked none of us were hungry enough to take a deal just because. We either actually like it or we don’t post about it..or did I miss something?”

Dropping his posture slightly, resting his chin on his knuckles as he locked his eyes with the younger Namjoon’s rebuttal had jimin throwing his hands up, waving his white flag immediately. “Touche, your right, your right! Lemme taste it..” He actually wasn’t asking more so demanding as he grabbed the cup, lacing his tongue around the straw before wrapping his lips around it.

Namjoon’s eyes narrowed into tiny slits at the sight, well aware of what this little shit was doing, making sure the diamond , from his piercing caught the end of the straw “Really? Is that what it is Park?” Cocking his head to the side slightly, there was an air of amusement that danced along his face while Jimin faked innocence, earning an eye roll from namjoon while he stepped back relaxing against counter. Putting his full abdomen, V line and all on display, while his joggers sat dangerously low...I swear the two of them secretly got off on constantly tempting each other! Though in all honesty it was USUALLY always harmless and just playful, the four of you flirts by nature.

“So what time did you go to bed last night?” Jimin tried to play it cool but Namjon knew he was digging..trying to see if anything happened between him and Yoongi.

“Ugh, around 1, a little after Hoe-seok made an apperance….fuck, you two missed A LOT!”

“What? OH the lapdance!? Fuckkkk I know! That’s the last thing I remember looking at one my phone, just wait until drama channels get a hold of it, Next thing you know there engaged to be married! “ Jimin rolled his eyes annoyed at just the thought of how everything suddenly became an internet headline.Not that it’s ever stopped any of them from doing whatever they want, when they want!

There was suddenly a mischievous glint in Namjoon’s eyes before he shook his head “Nah, there was another lap dance, that hopefully isn't on anybody's snap chat…” .

Jimin’s brows furrowed in slight confusion, and annoyance at the way Namjoon was dragging this out “Just fuckin send it Joonie I don’t have all damn day!”

A snort left namjoon’s body as he dropped his head on the island before continuing “ Alright ,alright, so when I got home, Kookie, Tae, Ryland, And morgan were chillin’ listening to The Weeknd doing jell-o shots. He was originally giving Morgan a lap dance,and like stripping and shit. Then I come in, we all know Hoseok can’t hold his liquor, I make a comment about his ass in those jeans he was wearing and the next thing I know he’s on my lap…and ugh, yeah...”

The hesitation as his jaw closed, let Jimin known there was more he wanted to say he just choose not too, now how much more is the question.

Jimin gazed back at him completely wide eyed, jaw damn near hanging to the floor, fuck what he would’ve given to be there for that! “Careful you might catch something…” Joon teased as he took his phone off the tripod…”Fuck, it’s almsot 6:30 you need to get your ass in the shower before Yoongi cut’s your balls off , he just left, and he spent all morning bitching!”

“Ughhh, fine but were texting about this whole ..”dance” situation later because I got questions! Also when is Yoongi NOT bitching, you just love being his little helper huh? Such a good little boy for him aren't you Joonie!!” The taunting almost demeaning tone in Jimin’s voice had his blood boiling, brow quirked, jaw extremely tight. His lethal gaze was daring the younger to even think about saying another word!

Jimin was well aware if they did have sex theres no way in hell Namjoon was bottoming. So he was hoping if he struck a nerve Joon would correct him which would at least confirm if his suspicion of them hooking up in the past was right. But clearly Namjoon was a little too smart for that one…

“Nah, more like I just know how to keep my shit together so I don’t get bitched out, now how about you be a good little boy for your hyung and go take a shower yeah!?” Now it was Joon’s turn to taunt Jimin , his tone alone had jimin shifting in his seat, low, calm yet authoritative all at the same time. All of the boys were Korean-American, so there were obviously some cultural things that just weren’t done as often in america, and referring to your male elder as “Hyung” constantly was one of them. But considering Jimin can find a way to turn anything into a kink he already knew Jimin’s underwear we soaked on command!

Jimin exhaled deeply it was clear as day he was soooo damn annoyed “Sure, anything for you hyung…” Tone dry and snarky as all hell, adding a very condescending enfaces on the honorary as he hopped out the chair, making sure to sway in his skin tight leather pants as he exited the kitchen.

“That’s it, such a good boy for me Jiminie, such a good boy..” Namjoon coaxed with almost cynical smile, earning a very deserved dual middle finger from the younger as he fully exited the space.

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“Can you arch for me a little, a little more, a little..yesss just like that...just lean into it a little...perfect now stay like that for me…” If Yoongi didn't know any, he’d probably second guess himself before walking into this room. Actually he’s still second guessing himself, but to his pleasant surprise, it’s a photoshoot not an orgy! . As Jimin, Namjoon, and yourself, laid across your fluffy white couch in an obscene amount of Clavin Klein while Jungkook took pics for an IG post. With all the traveling you guys were about to be doing you just didn't trust yourself to get some of these AD’s up on time so you were trying to cram as much as you could! Forcing yourself to do your infamous “5 minute beat” but begging Kookie to edit the fuck outta these pic’s because you still felt like literal death!

Jimin, opting to go shirtless with the briefs peeked out from under the joggers, namjoon kept on a hoodie leaving it completely unzipped, while you went for the short’s teasing a red and white thong above the waist band along with the matching bra. All of you going for variations of red, white, and blue due to the day at hand.

Rolling his eyes instantly at the sight in front of him “For your safety I really hope this means your all done packing and when the uber comes in 15 minues you’ll be ready to go!” Setting down a tray of drinks and bagels, face hidden behind a pair of oversized designer shades. The low rasp in his voice let you know he was just exhausted as the rest of you, but you still had shit to do regardless!

“You reallllly have no faith in us!” You could literally hear the pout in Jimin’s voice without even looking.

“The outfits were sorted on racks, when our stylist and Sara were here yesterday we just ran out of time between that conference call and getting ready for dinner to pack it all. There really wasn't shit to do!” You perked up, with a shrug reaching up to grab the Lavender tea, typically a coffee person but you knew since you were sick this morning, and still felt a little off this one was for you! Reclining your back into Namjoon’s chest slightly, while to stole your drink out of your hand, inviting himself to taste it. Brining one hand over to soothe up and down your arm before having the nerve to pass your drink over to Jimin instead of returning it to you.

“Alright, and were sure?! Kookie, all your equipment, is packed, labeled, secured!?” Raising his glasses up to look the youngest in the eyes, that infamous chipmunk smile, meeting Yoongi’s glare.

“Yesss Yoongi, that stuff’s been backed, and double checked, it’s good, were good!!”

Stepping back slowly with a nod of approval, clearing his throat before speaking “Even though the four of you are going to be the cause of my premature aging, wrinkles and receding hairline...I just ugh, want you to know I’m honestly really proud of you guys!This was just some little bullshit project we did to pass trade school, in hopes of one day working in our field. And you guys managed to turn it into a career, we were just hoping to be able to do what we love without struggling now look …” Pausing suddenly, you could hear his voice wavering, making you all equally teary eyed as this was NOT like Min Yoongi at all.

“For the record it’s the five of us, always has been, always will be, we wouldn’t have made it this far without you, hell we wouldn't have graduated without you honestly!” Jimin pipped in first, feeling the need to stroke his ego a little, even though he was speaking straight facts.

Yoongi was technically the eldest, and was wayyy better at managing the combination of partying and studying while living in LA! When you guys met originally 4 years ago , Yoongi was 21, Joon was turning 21, you were 20, Jimin was 19, and Kookie just turned 18. All at different walks in life, as you enrolled in this program for media arts just trying to turn your hopes into something feasible.

“Don’t ever forget that, Candid Vibes wouldn’t be what it is without you, and we love you too by the way, I think you were dancing around that phrase!” Smiling over fondly in Yoongi’s direction, as he tried to hide the smile moving up his face.

The three of you shared a quick glance before getting up to tackle Yoongi who gave a displeased grumped but you all knew he secretly loved it! Squeezing until his legs gave out and he was rolling around on the floor trying to break free.

“Alrigh, alright get the fuck off me!!!” Swatting in your direction. Face contorted in aggravation while the three of you cackled aimlessly honestly not even phased by him anymore. This was just the way he showed his love and you wouldn’t want it any other way!

“ While I go double check on the Ubers, quickly film your update for the CVSQUADTOUR IG account, and please just do another one over on your bags!” There was a plea to his tone this time as opposed to the normal hints of anger!

Jungkook mounted his phone on the tripod so you guys could film and the video could be uploaded directly after. Just a standard update, wishing them a happy and safe 4th of July,letting them know how excited you all were, and to keep following all of your socials for updates, and pop-up events blah blah blah!

2 UberXL pulled up, one solely for your luggage alone, the cars were also sponsored, the four of you used Uber on a weekly basis! The drive to the airport was damn near 40 minutes in traffic thank god you were flying private and the plane wasn't leaving until you got there. The 3 of you almost falling asleep the minute your bodies hit the seats, last night's festivities hitting all at once. While Yoongi made business calls making sure your house and other things were looked over while the four of you traveled. The only other girl on the team was Sara, who had the toughest job in your opinion, being your shared assistant. She left for Miami yesterday,since that’s where her girlfriend is for college, wanting a little personal time before you guys ran her ragged!

Amongst arriving at LAX a couple fans noticed you guys and of course you stopped taking pics outside and in the meantime the guys over at TEAMJTH pulled up!

[FILMING-THIS ENTIRE SECTION IS BEING FILMED CASUALLY PANNING BETWEEN ALL 10 MEMBERS WITH NO MAIN FOCUS]

Clearly they had a brand deal of their own, all of them in Tommy Hilfiger loungewear from head to toe, and they all looked damn good! Hoseok’s long burgundy locs messy pushed out of his face, while pitch black ray bans covered his eyes. His joggers were so damn tight you could damn near see the muscles flex as he walked. If you didn't know any better you’d think you were drooling, his toned arms fully exposed in his loose fitting white tank top, making his tan look even stronger.

“Jung fucking -Hoseok…” A low growl left Jimin’s throat he was standing right next to you as he said it, not even bothering to whisper, the two of you sharing a glance that read the same damn thing..this man was fine as all hell!

While Taehyung trugged behind him, pulling a Jimin, as his hoodie sat slightly unzipped exposing his chiseled chest and the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt, a couple thin chains dancing along his collarbone. His dark locks falling in his face from under his hood, this man had on looser fitting sweats, they were gray and he had on, no TYPE of underwear..none in site. Everything just slinging around as you walked.

“Oh fuck off…” You heard Junkgook whisper out to himself from behind the camera in a low almost aggravated tone at the site of Taehyung and you couldn't even blame him!

Last you had Jin in all black, fitted joggers and a pretty tight black tank top, and for the first time you realized how broad Jins shoulders were, and how nice this man’s arms were. His freshly touched up lavender locks bounced in the wind, offsetting the all balck outfit.

“Fuck..” left Nmajoon’s lips almost as if he was winded, at the sight of TEAMJTH approaching...yeah this was gonna ugh, be a fun little trip!!

All of the boys were openly Bi,as were you, there was no preference for any of you, you just liked who you liked. But something you‘ve noticed over the years is the 7 of them were a lot picker when it comes to their male counterparts. Yet they seemed to fit each others criteria effortlessly

Hug’s and hello’s were exchanged, but it was clear all of you needed a damn nap, the energy level was at a negative 2 right now!

Hoseok draped his arm around your shoulder as you guys made your way through the airport, keeping your body close to his as he made casual conversation. Voice sitting exceptionally husky due to lack of sleep but fuck if it didint sound good.

[JK IS STILL FILMING JUST NOT THE TWO OF THEM]

The two of you waited while the others went into the gift shop for snacks neither of you could be bothered to move. Leisurely laying his arm around your waist pulling you in to snuggle into his chest amongst hearing you yawn, repeatedly. As they say yawns are contagious, the moment his neck reclined, and that sinfully chiseled jawline went ajar, the light reflected on a piece of metal that you‘ve never seen before.

“Holy shit….” Glancing up at him, almost wanting to die as those words physically left your throat instead of staying in your head! Bringing his gaze down to meet yours, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Oh I ugh-I just noticed your tong-” A smirk moved up his face cutting you off mid sentence as he licked his lips before slowly letting the long wet muscle fall from his lips, letting you get a full view. But you couldn’t help notice the shape of it seemed a little..different.

“I got it done almost 3 weeks ago, we've just been video conferencing for all these meetings so you haven’t noticed. This one vibrates when you push it..that’s why it’s a little bigger…” His voice dropped to an octave that made your pussy do the tightest kegal imaginable. The look on his face proved that was kinda what he was aiming for, loving the way your body shuddered against his own.

Your throat felt uncomfortably dry as you gazed up at him, his eyes were locked on yours...dead set on making you fall apart in his arms and it wasn’t taking much. Clearly the universe decide to help you out, as the rest of the group slowly trampled out of the store. Jungkook leading the way from behind the lense. An almost arrogant smile curled up his face as he pulled back from you, easing back into casual conversation with the rest of the group.

~~~

[C] “Were walking through the airport….well fuck clearly you can see that, but were heading twoards the termal and I’m reallyyyy exicted!!” A squeak ruptured through your throat as you smiled over in Jungkook's direction. Jimin and Hoseok walking by in unison, fosseying there way towards the terminal Jazz hands, goofy ass expressions and all!

[C] “Kookie make sure you edit in some really dope Casey Neistat , type music, and editing on this part like I wanna look badd assss, slow - mos and all!” Namjoon hopped into frame out of nowhere earning a snort from kookie.

[C] “All right, let's go give it to me...I'll run ahead, and all of you give me your most badass strut and I’ll slow mo and edit that shit to the gods!!!” Kookie did as he said. Running to the end of the termal, counting down from 5 giving you all the signal to walk, and to be honest it was looking great. Until jimin had to end it with a casual almost “modest” if you will...slut drop upon reaching the end, and of course you couldn't be out done so you joined. Jimin just stayed in the position for a moment almost as if he were gracing the world with the view of his ass, before sticking out his tongue playfully at the camera to his right!

“Buss it down thotiana buss it downnnn” Hoseok cheered from the side at the site of the two of you, forever the hype man, encouraging you to live you best life. An obnoxiously loud cackle left both him and jin’s throat as they no doubt had that on their snap within seconds!

You can hear Jin and Hoseok in the background jokingly making comments about making it rain on both of you asses or something along those lines as you two strutted down the hall.

[C] I’ve never in my life seen Casey do anything like that…EVER” Yoongi’s tone came through the side stale as hell!!

“I mean, I support it, both the left and the right side of it…” Namjoon smirked back in Yoongi’s direction taking in the site of both asses swaying in front of him!

~~~

Jungkook, and Brendan TEAMJTH’s videographer lead the way into the plane first, and it was gorgeous, seating 14 comfortably had a mixture of chairs, couches, and a work space, one bedroom, and bath. In addition to an array of food, drinks and desserts, a special card sitting on the table next to an edible arrangement. Taking a couple pics to quickly upload to your IG account before getting settled .

There was someone from JETTLY waiting as you guys bored, showing you the amenities, introducing you to the pilot and such but there wasn’t a flight attendant present for the trip which was probably in their best interest!

“Strawberry or pineapple?” Taehyung brought his gaze over to Jungkook as he sat the camera on the table..shrugging nonchalantly, trying to hide the smile moving up his face.

“I don’t know surprise me..”

A smirk moving up Tae’s face at that “Close your eyes..” Dropping his voice slightly, as if it didn't already set at a sinful tenor naturally. Walking over to grab a piece of pineapple, biting into it partially to make sure it’s sweet. Flicking his index finger at the youngers bottom lip letting him know to open up, sliding the fruit into his mouth, while letting his finger lingers over his tongue. Making the younger smile slightly taking the hint, and lapping his tongue gently, fluttering his eyes open with a meek smile.

“You said surprise you…” Taehyung countered letting his lips hover over Jungkook’s before pulling back smugly making his way back over to the edible arrangement. Leaving the younger more than flustered….

“Alright guys, it’s gonna be a minute before we take off, since you're all finally in one place I need you guys to do one more update about tomorrow’s popup shop. Oh and we were able to get some of your merch there as well!! guys” Jackson, TEAMJTH’S manager spoke up, technically Jin,Hoseok, and Tae were just coming for shits and giggles. The plan originally wasn't a shared tour that’s why there only doing two shows.

But since it’s typical for you guys to have an alternating guest host at least once a month and your audience loves the threesum it just made sense. Of course since they were coming , pay was worked out, they will be compensated accordingly for the New York and LA shows as well as any of there merch that’s sold. Besides them being your friend’s the five of you just didn't do shady business!

The popup shop would be from 5-10 on the 5th, selling merch and a limited supply of brand collabs the 8 of you have done over the years!

~~~~~~

It was a little after 10 once the jet actually took off, the video was uploaded and your lives got to go on airplane mode! All of you forever grateful for the extremely dim lighting and the fact there were blinds draping the windows. The flight to Miami was about 5 hours and with the time difference by the time you landed it would be rolling on 8pm, you all had a 9:30 dinner meeting with your sponsors so sleeping was crucial.

All of you bundled up in different areas of the plane, the hum of music buzzed through the speakers, while your head laid alone on the couch kiddie-corner at the very back of the room. To be honest it seemed like you were the only one up, the light from your phone catching Jimin’s attention as he invited himself to snuggle up behind you. Sliding your phone out of your hand , placing it on the floor “You need to get some sleep…” the whisper hummed though your ear, as his hand found its home draping over your hip you knew he was right. Eyes burning like hell yet you couldn’t fall asleep…

Head covered under an oversized Calvin Klein hoodie, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, while his palm massaged your hip. A slow exhale left your body as you relaxed into his touch, “Fuck, I know..I just hate sleeping on flights!” A humm left his lips at that and you swore you could feel him smirking into your skin, as his hand slipped under the blanket, past the band of your shorts, toying with the hem of your calvins...A low chuckle left your throat, already well aware of were this was going, you kinda expected it just not this soon.

It’s been 4 months since anything sexually has happened between the two of you, and for some reason it only happens when your traveling. Maybe there’s just something in the air , it was in the bathroom at a brand event, in Bora Bora you found yourself on your knees in Moschino and he found himself shamelessly on his in Gucci. It was a great night, needless to say, the two of you ended up buying the outfits afterwards because there was no way in hell they could be returned!

“I’m surprised your over here with me actually…” Your words coming out slightly muffled as you tried to be respectful of the current atmosphere around you.

“And why’s that..” Bringing his hand down to soothe under your ass, while his lips left faint airy kisses down the side of your neck. Teeth grazing the thin chain around your neck, toying it between his teeth.

“Well, with the way you've been eyeing Hoseok the past two days I figured you’d jump on the opportunity to cuddle up under him...”. Turning your head slightly with a playful smirk waiting for him to bring his lips up to meet yours.

“Coming from the woman who almost creamed her panties when she realized he had his tongue pierced today?” Even though he phrased it as a question his tone came off very “matter of factly” leaving no room for debate. Tugging your bottom lip between his teeth, before lapping over it with his tongue,letting the tiny diamond ball of his own dance along your flesh. “How didn't you notice that last night?” Sucking your lip between his teeth, not even really expecting a response as he dug his nails into your ass, rolling his hips into you until your knead out slightly. Eyes fluttering shut, as you arched back into his touch, grinds your ass into him until you ripped a stifled moan from his throat!

Sinking his teeth into the side of your neck in response until you dug your nails in his thigh “We have a meeting behave….” A deep sigh left his lips but he abided anyway, using his tongue to assault your neck instead.

“I saw the way you were looking at him all night,I don't blame you, I was starting just as hard as you were baby.” Bringing his hand up to grab your neck, applying just the right amount of pressure, as his lips teased up your ear. Tugging your hoops between his teeth before sucking a nice little reminder right beneath your ear.

Sliding his hands past your panties to swipe of your clit, a low moan leaving both of your lips “Fuck, Hobi really did get your little pussy wet didint he? Can you imagine how good it would feel to have both of us smothered between your thighs? Telling you how sweet you taste and how good you look while you come.” His lips were literally buried into your ear as he spoke, trying to keep is voice as low as possible, the feeling of his breathe teasing your skin alone had your body shuddering. “God your always so sweet too, you know Hoseok has his cock pierced in 2 places right?”

That alone ripped another moan from your throat as he eased to two fingers in until the rings on his fingers were submerged with you heat. Walls flexing on command as he molded himself around you, curling his fingers upwards to tease at the roof of your pussy. Biting down on your lip so hard you thought you’d draw blood. Thrusting his fingers in and out at an agonizing pace, the girth between the two of them had you arching within seconds , sliding a third finger in and your walls welcomed the stretch effortlessly, as you coated him in your juices. “God your so fuckin’ tight, I bet I got you thinkin about him bending you over -”

“While I have your dick in my mouth? yeah that’s exactly what I’m thinking about. Me wrapping my lips around you until you come down my throat.” The words hissed from your throat as your heat pulsed around him you could almost hear your juices slushing around as he pumped his fingers in and out. “You always look so good when your begging, you turn into such a little slut it’s so sexy.” Now it’s your turn to tease, grabbing his face in your hands pulling his lips down to meet yours. Sliding your tongue into his mouth when you hear him let out an involuntary cry as you start grinding your hips back even harder. Allowing his tongue to map every area in your mouth, the cool sensation from the diamond ball in contrast to the warmth of his tongue has your biting back moans every second. Both of you kissing each other with the same amount of fever , tongues melding against each other, as he exchanged your hole for your clit. Placing the pad of his fingers against it before adding steady pressure, as he moved in swift circles.

“Or how about you fucking me, while Hoseok works you open with his fingers, god his hands are so sexy.Until your just begging for him to fuck you, you know how much you love to beg.” A low whine left his throat as he pulled back to lay his tongue flat against your neck, licking a long slow stride before sucking down lightly beneath your chin. Just enough to make you want more, even though you knew he couldn’t...

“Jiminnnn...” You whined slightly reclining your neck even more humming out against your skin in response, lips vibrating against your pulse as if he was actually curious as to why you were calling his name.

“god yes, making you fall apart up under him while you make me cum for you...making a mess all over you cock before he fucks you open with his.” Bringing his lips back over to yours with a slight growl, panting out against his tongue, not allowing yourself to pull away because your afraid of how loud you’ll become, needing his lips and tongue to muffle your cries, as you feel the heat growing in your stomach.

Sliding his oppiste had into your panites, gliding three fingers in knuckle deep, just keeping them stationary, only adding to the immense pressure building in your stomach.

“Your soo good, your fingers are soo good..” Moaning out against his tongue, as low as possible before sucking it into your mouth, his fingers always filled you perfectly, it never took much for him to get you off. Hoping the fact that his hoodie was draping over both of your faces muted out some of the noise.

The neediness dripping from his tongue aren't helping either as you grind your hips into his hand, helping chase your own orgasm. “Fuck I forget much of a promblem this mouth of yours is, your gonna fuck around and make me come from that alone, god your so fuckin sexy…” You could feel him start to build up momentum his fingers started working even faster, needing to feel you come just as bad as you “Your dripping down my hand right now, fuck I just wanna taste you, make you come all over my face.”

Burying your face in the crook of his neck, sinking your teeth into the base merissily, edging you towards your release. “That’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers baby, I can feel how tight your clit is, come for me, come nice and hard for me….” Panting out gainst his your hair as your muscles started to seeze biting down on his neck disgustly hard as you came…… body shuddaring in his embrase as he contiuned working your clit, easing you through your orgasm “Fuck yes, just like that...keep comming for me baby” No matter how sensetive you were you still kept rocking abck agaisnt him, his dick impposibly hard in his pants until you heard a low growl leave his chest. You knew Jimin well enough to know there was a 99% chance he just came….

A low chuckle left your throat at that ...reaching down in his pants as he swirled his fingers in yours. It was like the two of you worked off of one brain cell, brinings your fingers up to each others mouths, lapping your tongues around the digits effortlessly before bringing your lips together. Moaning out simultaneously the two of you tasted each other, the kiss was slow and lazy, letting his tongue have it’s way you as you were spent at this point. Eyes so heavy you almost couldn't open them once he pulled away “Get some sleep…” the words brushed against your lips with a lazy smile before kissing the tip of your nose. The scent of you rolling off his tongue as he spoke. “My entire bodies pliant right now...I don't have a choice, I’m not moving and neither are you!”

Placing one more kiss along your lips before readjusting the two of you under the blankets, before well needed sleep effortlessly washed over your bodies.

~~~~~

The feeling of someone’s hand roaming through your hair is what had your eyes breaking apart. It wasn’t Jimin though you knew what he felt like. These hands were longer, but equally delicate, eyes flutter up to see it was Taehyung. With a camera. Dead in your face.

[C] “Were hereeeee..” The words left his lips sing song like, back to his normal playful self, clearly sleep did him well. Soothing his palm over you back as you grumbled in dismay burying your face back in the blanket...until you remember the discomfort sitting in your panties from earlier, and you instantly felt the desire to hop up and run to the bathroom!

Stepping into the bathroom too quickly wipe down with a towel swamping out your underwear, putting a soiled ones in a bag and sliding them in your cosmetic bag. Upon walking out of course Hoseok would be the one waiting to use the bathroom.

Resting against the wall, shirt long gone, as his hands sat casually in his pockets, the look on his face just felt like he knew something. Or maybe you just felt awkward because you and Jimin got off to the idea of having a threesom with the man in front of you!

“Did you sleep well?”

“I ugh, yeah, yeah I did ..you?” Hoping to god your voice didn't come out as shaky as it felt.

Another all knowing smirk moved up his face, with a slight shrug “Meh, I mean...it couldve been better….” Easing his back off the wall to talk past you, body dusting against yours slightly as he entered the bathroom. Allowing you to get a full view of beautifully done back piece, Hosoek had one tattoo, and the thing was HUGE...taking up a good 70 percent of his extremely muscular back. It was an extremely detailed leopard, with a tone of tropical themed flowers around it. He got it done in Thailand..about 2 years ago over the span of 3 day!

The minute you returned to the main area Jimin’s eyes met yours exchanging the same look before randomly bursting out into a fit of laughter causing everyone else to glare in your direction. THIS is why the two of you were able to have sex every once on and while, because once it was over..it was over, the two of you were able to just revert back as if nothing ever happened! Walking over to investigate your damage, yanking his hoodie to the side, thankfully the brutal mark was low enough on his shoulder that any shirt with sleeves would cover it! But fuck if it wasn;t the deepest shade of purple imagiabele, a hiss left your lips at the site of it.

“Don’t worry about it, you know how much I get off on pain..” The words were barely audible as whispered out into your hair. Pulling back from you with a smirk, walking over to pack his blankets and such back in his luggage.

~~~

Once the plane officially settled and the 10 of you made your way to the airbnb it was pushing 8:30, and luckily the sponsors had a feeling this would happen and pushed dinner back to 10. But that still didn't leave MUCH time for getting ready.

Upon pulling up you all recognized the house, it was the “Santorini” very popular amongst influencers as it had 5 bedoroms 4 baths, nine bed all together, a hot tub, pool the full nine. Unfortunately you lot were far too rushed to explore or even pick out rooms, recognizing the car that was waiting outside thankful it was the hair and makeup duo you reached out to weeks ago through IG to do your glam while in Miami.

The house was a mess within seconds, all of you running around throwing clothes everywhere trying to find what you needed, the ten of you had never gotten ready so fast in your lives.

Jungkook and Brenden were ready first, within 20 minutes tops, the least high maintenance of the group, whipping out there cameras as they watched all the casos unfold. Even Though 80% would have to be cut as there were a lot of naked and or half naked bodies running through this house!

It was only a matter of time before Jackson and Yoongi were screaming that the car was outside and you all needed to leave ..NOW!

[FILMING]

“Fuck where are my shoes!?

“Who has hairspray, that won’t make my hair look flakey on my hair!?”

“Kim-Tae-fucking-hyung are you wearing my Saint Laurent boots!?”

“NO! My feet are bigger than yours ya dick!”

Everything and everyone was a damn mess, yelling from all ends of the house, no one really sure who the other was actually speaking too!

“Ahhh shit I gotta go I gotta gooo..” You found yourself running away from your glam team as they chased behind you with hairspray and fix plus,trying to spray you down in the process “Someone zip this pleaseee…” The first person you ran by was Namjoon, his silk paisley shirt sitting slightly unbuttoned giving you a sneak peek at his toned chest while reaching behind to zip up your dress.

[FILMING] ‘Shit I don't know if I like thissss..” You knew that whine anywhere it was Jimin giving himself a one over in the mirror.

[FILMING] “Your ass looks delectable Jiminie we gotta gooooo!!!” The praise came from Namjoon making the younger blush slightly as he licked his cherry stained lips, not hesitating to look at his ass in the frame one more time before abiding. Confidence instantly back on a hundred as he smirked, swaying away from the mirror while running his fingers through his hair.

~~~~

The 10 of you pilled into 3 luxury Ubers arriving to the “Lobster Bar Sea Grille” About 10 minutes late but hey, you tried, Jimin and yourself strutted together, the last two to hop out of the car. Hoseok came over casually draping his hand over Jimin’s shoulder. “I like these pants on you Jimine…” tone calm as ever as his hand gently brushed up Jimin’s thigh, making the older chuckle upon feeling his muscles tense under his hold.

Turning his head upwards slightly to meet Hoseok’s gaze, letting his tongue play at the corner of his mouth “Yea, I can say the same about you,they make your thighs look really good” Jimin’s voice dropped a little, adding that slightly whiny twang that never failed to get him his way! Eye’s shamelessly trailing up Hoseok’s body

A humm leaving Hosoek’s lips in response as his hand coily trailed down Jimin’s back, the slight whimper that left Jimin’s throat the lower he got didn't go unnoticed. Once Hoseok's hand reached his ass he didn't hesitate to squeeze it firmly in his palm until the younger knead out slightly. Pulling back with a smirk “Let’s ugh..go knock this meeting out so yeah?” Lips hovering over Jimin’s ear as he whispered into his skin. A low rumble ruptured through his chest at the way the younger was just putty in his hands. Typically Jimin had this effect on everyone else, he’s not used to being knocked on his ass, Hoseok’s a completely different type of creature that’s for damn sure. This time giving his ass a couple playful smacks before jogging over to Jin and Taehyung as the walked through the restaurant's doors.

“What. The. Fuck. Was. That.” Glancing over at Jimin with a smile, honestly you were kinda rooting for this, lord knowns he’s wanted to fuck Hoseok since they met.

“I have no idea, but if that mans dick isn't in my mouth by the end of the night..I’mma lose my shitt!!”

Upon walking in and exchanging hugs there appeared to only be seating left on either side of Hoseok..Jimin and yourself couldn't help but laugh as you took your seats, something tells me this was not a quisedence.

While Tae was next to jungkook Yoongi was sandwiched between Jin and Namjoon, and Jackson, and brenden were sitting in between the two Mike, and Jordan. They were behind the company sponsoring the actual aesthetic of the tour. Meaning they were the ones transforming these venues into the atmosphere all of your fans were walking into. Everything from lighting,seating, the podcast “set” the full nine. Each city was set to have it’s on vibe so none of the ‘set’s would look the same!

The night went well, not that you were surprised, you all knew time and place, and sitting in front of two men who were putting a shit ton of money into your tour was a place to act like professionals. But then midnight rolled around, and that’s when everyone started to get a little laxed Jimin and yourself were one in the same. The familiar smirk that tugged on his pouty lips as he sat in deep conversation with Hoseok told you to look under the table.

Only to find his fingers gently teasing over Hoseok’s cock through his pants, trickling up and down his zipper. Casually bringing his hand down to soothe up his inner thigh, fingers getting dangerously close to his length. Admiring the way Jimin kept gazing at him, the glint in his eyes were the perfect combination of innocent and sin all at the same time. You couldn't even help the smirk that tugged on your cheeks, feeling somewhat proud of you friend for finally going after what he’s wanted.

The sponsors left and graciously covering the bill, while the rest of you shifted outside towards the bar which set right off the water. But you couldn't help but notice Jimin get up to go to the bathroom, only for Hosoek to follow seconds later.

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Walking in to find the younger pressed against the counter raking his fingers through his hair, not forgetting to arch slightly with a cheeky grin once his eyes zooned in on Hoseok.

Tsking lowly as he shook his head, one hand in his pocket as he strolled over causally “Such a little cock tease huh?” Smacking his ass so hard, even Hoseok moaned out at the sting, pulling a sharp gasp from Jimin’s body. Making him fall forward chuckling lightly as he braced his weight on his elbows, grinding back into Hoseok. Turning his head slightly as his tongue flicked the roof of his mouth, locking his eyes with the elder as he felt him, digg his thumbs into his hips before grinding his clothed cock into Jimin ass.

Making Jimin moan out shamelessly sucking his plum bottom lip into his mouth as he zoned in on his own reflection.

“Ohhh, you like watching yourself get fucked? You like seeing how pretty you look while your bent over like a little slut getting fucked into the counter?” Rolling his hips a little deeper with a growl, bringing his hand up to take a firm hold on Jimin’s sinfully thick neck.

Brining Jimin’s body flesh to his, Hoseok’s blunt teeth sunk deep into a pulse point, making the younger strangle out a high breathy moan that bounced off every surface of marble in this bathroom.

“Fuck”. Hosek bit his lip, snaking his tongue down the side of Jimin’s neck to ease the sting, his body shuddering at the feeling of the metal brushing against his skin. “You sound so fuckin good and I haven’t even touched you yet…I wonder what you’ll sound like if IIII…..”

Finally bringing his hand down to cup Jimin’s throbbing cock as he rolled his hips into him electing another needy whine from his throat bringing something almost primal out of Hoseok’s body! “Jiminnnn, baby fuck...” The tone in his voice reflected as if he was in pain, which he was, his dick was ready to fucking explode.

The pet name and sudden hint of neediness in Hoseok’s voice had Jimin turning into complete mush in his hold.

Taking Jimin’s hand in his own, pulling back just enough to let Jimin squeeze his cock in his hands through the almost painfully tight fabric, making it twitch a couple times, and he swore Jimin’s knees went limp.

“You want it…” Phrasing the question more as a statement , as he turned Jimin’s head waving his tongue into his mouth, making the younger respond instantly swirling it around the muscle. Hoseok’s hand made its way back to the front of Jimin’s body , soothing it down his chest,before palming his length again. “Soo sexy…” slurred out against Jimin’s mouth, as he sucked his plum bottom lip between his teeth.

Jimin was the one to break away from the kiss “I’m over having your tongue in my mouth , I need your cock” Tone exceptionally bratty, nipping at the elders chiseled jawline,rolling his hips back even deeper “You want me on my knees here or at home?”

THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE FOR NOW! LOL

(Since this is the first chapter I kinda forgot that this one would be the longest for obvious reasons! So I decided I didn't wanna make this like 16 k...cut it off at 9.5 and if this is received well, Miami will be done in 2 parts. So if you enjoyed this and want more...show some love and hit up my ask.

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Wast It On Me (Chapter Two)

Fandom: BTS Pairing: BTS x Reader / Future OT7 x Reader Warnings: n/a in this chapter Genre: fluffy af Summary: This chapter features rest of the boys, including Mom!Jin and a starving Maknae. (I hope I did the honorifics right in this chapter!)

Notes: Here’s the second chapter since I’ve officially posted the third chapter on AO3.

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“That’s adorable.”

“This means the food is safe, right?”

“Shhh.”

“Makes me wish I was sick…”

“It smells good, I want to eat already.”

“Should we wake her up?”

“I couldn’t tell what it was, what do you think, Hyung?”

“Shhhh!”

“But the food…”

It’s the whispering of voices that rouse you from your sleep. You groan, shifting slightly before nuzzling closer to the warmth of your pillow, content with the familiar scent that you breathe in. Several quick intakes of breath make you furrow your eyebrows in confusion before you slowly blink your eyes open, taking a moment to adjust the blurriness of sleep from your vision.

This isn’t your room.

“Aish! You woke her!”

At the voice, you dart your attention towards the source, eyes widening at the sight of six of the seven members of BTS standing there. They mostly look apologetic, except for the youngest of the group, who has a large grin on his face at seeing that you’re awake. Your brain lazily concludes that he was the one whining about the food.

The thought of the food has you abruptly sitting up, causing the other occupant of the bed to groan and tighten his arm around your waist at the sudden movement. Twisting slightly to look down at him, you feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you realize that you hadn’t been nuzzling a pillow; you’d been nuzzling Namjoon.

Who was sick!

Thoughts of the food fly out the window as you reach a hand to press against his cheek before pulling the now dry cloth from his forehead to press your hand there. His eyes flutter slightly at the touch, and you smile softly down at him. His skin is still quite warm, but not as hot as it had been earlier.

“How are you feeling, Joonie-bug?” You question him, not quite catching what he mumbles because of the sudden rukus from the end of the bed.

“Joonie-bug!?”

“Joonie-bug?”

“Since when!?”

Oooh noo. You don’t face them to inquire about their reactions, too busy trying to stop your face from turning as red as a tomato as you realize what you’d just called Namjoon, who seems slightly more alert at the familiar voices of his bandmates. A lazy smirk tilts one side of his lips, clearly amused with either your nickname or the heat consuming your cheeks.

“A little better,” He says, evidently repeating what you hadn’t been able to hear moments earlier. You nod, pleased with his answer before you move to slip from his grasp, missing the frown and disappointed look he gives your back at your sudden departure. You turn to point at him, “Stay,” before you slip past your audience, cloth in hand. You can hear hushed whispers as soon as you step out into the hall.

The nearby bathroom is your destination, turning on the faucet to run the cloth underneath the cool water. You wring the cloth to get the excess water out before you’re marching back into Namjoon’s room. None of the boys have moved, watching you return and stop at the side of the bed Namjoon is half laying down on. “Here,” you tell him, placing the folded cloth upon his forehead again, “I have to go check the food, but stay here and rest some more, okay?”

“Yes! It’s edible!”

You ignore the outburst, suppressing the giggle that bubbles in your throat before you turn and head out of the bedroom, flashing a smile at the boys as you pass by them.

You can smell the savory smell of the roast that’s been cooking, and a glance at the nearby clock shows you that it’s been cooking for quite a while. Longer than you thought you would nap for, especially considering all of the boys are home. You had only intended to sleep for an hour or two, but apparently your brain had other ideas.

“Is it ready yet? I’m starving!” The sudden outburst from the maknae makes you tear your gaze from the roast towards the member in question, offering him a smile, “It should almost be done,” you assure him, before turning back towards the food, reaching out to absently grab the pan to remove from the oven.

Without a pan holder.

You realize this seconds too late as you jerk your hand back with a yelp and a hiss, straightening to fix the oven with a look of betrayal before berating yourself for such a dumbass move.

“I’m sorry! Are you okay?” Jungkook had closed the distance between you and him as soon as you yelped and snatched your hand back. He reached for your wrist, peering at the side of your finger and thumb that were slowly starting to turn red.

The sound of several sets of footsteps reached your ears, and you glanced over to see Jin, Yoongi, Tae, Hobi, and Jimin practically sliding around the corner into the kitchen.

“What happened?” Jin is the first to ask, striding over to join you and Jungkook. His eyebrows furrowed in worry at the sight of the red skin on your fingers.

“I accidentally distracted her and she reached for the hot pan with her bare fingers, Hyung,” Jungkook admits, releasing your wrist as Jin reaches to take his place.

Your eyes widen at the youngest member, shaking your head, “It’s not your fault, JK. It was mine for not realizing I hadn’t grabbed a pot holder or towel,” You flex your fingers slightly in Jin’s gentle hold.

“Because of me!”

“No.”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Ye-,”

“Children, please .”

Muffled snorts come from the remaining members gathered nearby, and you even spot Namjoon hovering just around the corner, one hand holding the cloth to his forehead. You open your mouth to shoo him back to his room, but Jin is tugging you towards the kitchen sink, turning on the faucet for a few seconds before pulling you forwards to stick your hand under the cool water.

You intake a sharp breath, fingers flexing slightly under the cold water as the eldest holds your hand hostage. Movement from the corner of your eye places Jungkook hovering over your left shoulder, fidgeting in place.

“I’m fine, Jin,” You tell the eldest, tugging a little to try to get him to release you, but he holds fast for several more minutes before he turns off the faucet, “Better?” He asks you, loosening his grip on your wrist.

You pull your hand back towards your chest, nodding, “Magic touch,” You smile, stepping carefully to the side as Jin moves away, towards the oven. He actually remembers to grab the pot holders before reaching in and grabbing the roast to place on the counter.

“I can do that!” You tell him, moving forward, but he stops you with a shake of his head. You grumble under your breath, watching him check to see if the roast is done. “Yoongi, Tae? Can you set the table?” You glance over towards the two in question, watching them move to do as asked without a word.

Tearing your gaze from the two setting up the table, you locked eyes with Hobi. Upon realizing you were looking at him, he grinned big and practically bounded over to your side, his arm slipping around you, “You cooked us a meal, Sunflower?”

You can’t help but mirror his infectious grin at the nickname he had come up with months ago. “I wanted to surprise all of you. You’ve been working so hard and I just wanted to do something nice.” Hobi hums with satisfaction at your answer, echoed by the others as well.

“Let’s eat, shall we?” Jin’s voice breaks the silence that has fallen, “Namjoon, are you going to join us?”

At the mention of the sick leader, your eyes immediately search him out at the edge of the kitchen. He peers at you before he nods, “I wouldn’t pass it up for anything.” His words make you smile again as Hobi tightens his arm to give you a squeeze before he releases you to follow the others to the set table.

“I saved a chair for you, [Name]!” A hand grips your elbow seconds later, and you allow Jimin to lead you to the table and sit next to him. Hobi takes the seat on your other side, with Namjoon next to him. Jungkook, Yoongi, and Tae take the seats across from you, Hobi, and Jimin, with Jin taking up the last remaining chair by Tae and Jimin.

Jungkook is the first to dig into the food, ignoring the grumbles from the others as he does so. You laugh into your hand as you watch them all start filing their plates. They chatter as they do so, and you find yourself feeling at peace. It was good to be surrounded by your boys. The thought makes you sputter quietly, locking eyes with Yoongi, who had noticed your little episode. You offer him a bright smile, brushing his questioning gaze off by reaching forwards to fill your own plate, pleased that someone had seen the salad in the fridge and set it out.

It’s a comfortable silence as they all start eating until it’s broken several moments later.

“Ifs so goof!”

“What?”

“Did I not teach you manners, Jeon Jungkook!?”

“If soorree, Hfung,”

“You’re still doing it, Maknae.”

“Dish duty!”

“Whaa-”

“By yourself.”

“Nooo!”

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perpetually-jungshook · 6 years

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Without You: Bloodstone (Part 25)

Genre: AU, bts!werewolf, fantasy, angst

Warnings: language, violence, suggestive content

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: Werewolves, contrary to popular belief, are usually gentle creatures. Except for a very specific set of circumstances, they would never hurt a human (on purpose). The few unfortunate times when mistakes were made put a permanent dark mark on the beasts and people began labeling them as monsters. What the human population failed to recognize was the fact that they were protecting us from something much more sinister. Luckily, a few survived and the gene was passed down hereditarily until one day finding its way to me… in the form of my best friend.

Loyalty is often as blind as justice should be, as unstable as a lightning storm ought to be, and as misplaced as an opinion in the truth.

Chapter 25:

Despite Jimin being gone, Jungkook still seems committed to avoiding me, along with the other wolves. Namjoon and Seokjin are more polite about it, often stoping to have brief conversations, but Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jungkook hardly speak to me. Yoongi seems apathetic, but I rarely saw him to begin with anyway.

The pack spends most days outside. Doing what? I’m not sure. Exercising? I went for a walk once and came across Taehyung and Jungkook. They were chasing each other, the bronze wolf running from the raven black one. When Jungkook finally caught up, they playfully wrestled. I had paused to watch, curious, but for over twenty minutes they didn’t do anything else. I think they eventually noticed me, so with their supernatural speed they loped off elsewhere, leaving me physically unable to keep up and follow.

I’d heard in one of my classes that when they’re young, animals (mammals in particular) play to develop hunting and/or social skills. Maybe Jungkook could be considered “young” as he just recently transformed. That’s the reason I stick with to validate the behavior.

I tried to go out for walks often, following different paths of hidden lanterns to give myself a sense of variety, but the wolves evaded me. Purposeful or not, it made me feel lonely.

All I wanted was to see my friend, to see how he’s progressing and growing. Even at mealtimes, I got ignored by almost everyone except Munhee, my questions and comments going unheard amidst the general din of conversation.

For whatever reason, the isolation, especially when the others were within arm’s reach around me, began to feel heavy. Naturally, the thought of simply eating alone crossed my mind. It would make me feel less frustrated that they ignore me, avoid me. But I’d only done it once or twice before I realized that eating alone is what Jimin always did. The psychological threat of being like him drove me back to the dinner table.

So I buried myself in my studies.

Munhee and I went to the workshop every day. With my new silver knife in hand, she taught me the basics of how to use it, making me practice holding, hiding, and brandishing it. I also started learning intermediate magic.

I can now perform reactive magic with most herbs and stones. It’s simpler than I thought it would be, interacting with the energy of the object instead of only my own. I can produce all sorts of colors of “flame” now and find myself often carrying wildflowers in my pockets to “burn.” Most plants don’t do anything as dramatic as the Calendulas but I find it entertaining.

Munhee has scolded me several times, saying it’s not right to play with magic, but it’s not hurting anyone and practice makes perfect. Whenever I’m not on a walk, practicing reactive magic, being bitter about being alone, or pretending I have any skills with a knife whatsoever, I find myself reading.

There are so many herbs and stones that do incredible things with magic, but like I said, there are so many more that do absolutely nothing. Memorizing them all is not difficult. It just takes a lot of time.

Among the things that I have not done are: ask where Jimin might have gone (because that’s his business and I doubt anyone here would know anyway) and tell Munhee about my second exchange with Halsahm.

Obviously, Munhee knows something happened as there was a dead body in my room, but I figure I won’t have to deal with any of it for a while. Besides, good spirits, corresponding evil spirits… it might all just be something Halsahm made up in an attempt to possess me. Maybe even my rudimentary magic might be advantageous for it- especially since I would be relatively easier to access than someone as skilled as Munhee. I couldn’t even find anything about it in the workshop’s literature collection, so I decided to drop the topic for now.

I turn the page of the book in front of me carefully. It is thin and yellowed, delicate. I idly wonder if I should ask Munhee about rewriting it. Or better, photocopying.

This chapter is about quartz, something I’ve already read extensively about. I sigh quietly. Might as well just skim then. There may be some obscure yet useful information. As my eyes trace over the words, I can’t help but let my mind wander a bit.

Another thing that I haven’t seen in any of the books is divination.

Not a single word.

It’s led me to question whether divination is actually magic and if… I hallucinated the whole thing. Doubt is easy, especially self doubt. But the vision hadn’t been wrong. Halsahm had been alive.

Maybe I can try it again after my walk today. The Hepaticas aren’t in bloom and I’m not exactly sure what I should be searching for, but who knows? I might just see something interesting.

I set my book aside, fix Jimin’s bed, pick up my backpack, grab a few fruits from the kitchen, and head outside. Today, I choose to follow the red lanterns. Howling and playful barks echo through the empty streets surrounded by crumbling buildings, all shadowy sounds carried on the breeze. Each of my steps leaves a small crunch in my wake, courtesy of the gravel and plant life that litters the roads.

I find the edge of the forest and take a seat against a tree to eat. At least I’m getting fresh air.

Now late summer, early autumn, it’s a bit hot out, but not unbearably so, particularly in the shade. Clouds have begun to gather in the distance. A cold front? That might be pleasant. I scan the decaying town with interest and a bitter weight settles on my chest. Somewhere in there, my best friend is living his life without me. All because of Jimin.

I kick angrily at a small pebble and it skitters a meter or two away. Why couldn’t things just be easy and simple? Slowly, I reach for my backpack and dig around until I find the bloodstone. The surface is cool to the touch, polished. I smooth the pad of my thumb over it.

Okay, I did this once, I can do it again. The only question is: what had I done?

Stared at the stone and asked questions, felt frustrated… I start to zone out, trying to remember. Then the flickering starts. I find myself in the village, in front of one of the partially collapsed structures with a blue lantern inside. Not as shellshocked due to vague familiarity with the location, I find it easy to relax into the double vision.

The village is still in front of me, the forest behind and in my peripheral vision, but I can also see the wolves, four of them. I can’t see anything beyond or around them. Just their spectral forms, Jungkook, Hoseok, Seokjin, and Yoongi.

The soft grapefruit colored wolf, lies off to the side, watching with bored eyes. The other three prance and sprint around, batting each other roughly, but not harmfully until one is pinned or has fallen, only to start over again. Irritation seeps through me, making the vision waver. It still looks like they’re only playing. Why aren’t they training? To fight demons?

What had I expected? Specialized training? Yes. Organized exercises? Yes. But this is the second time I’ve seen them… messing around. And it’s annoying. I bury myself in studies to make myself stronger, more useful and they’re playing.

I try not to be angry. I could be assuming things incorrectly or- or…

This is exhausting, making excuses on other peoples’ behalf to see the best in them. I blink and the vision of the wolves disappears, like clearing blurriness out of my eyes. I stare idly at the bloodstone, torn between fairness and supporting my friend. Well, my “friend” that hasn’t spoken directly to me in days. I run my finger over the surface of the stone again and can’t help but empathize with Jimin. Just a little.

The crimson specks in the bloodstone flicker.

I see a field, full of short, flowerless plants. They’re familiar, yet oddly different. The Hepaticas? Why am I here? My view pans around as my mind’s eye silently requests. Now that I have a basic comprehension of magic, it makes this a great deal easier, more understandable.

I can’t see the trees at the edge of the clearing. It takes a few seconds, but I eventually notice the person kneeling in the middle of the field.

Jimin.

I almost call out to him in shock, but then I remember that I’m not actually physically present. Why is Jimin in the Hepatica field? Where has he been this whole time? For some reason, my heart starts to pound- no. Flutter. Excitement.

He gets up and starts walking toward where I know the edge of the forest is supposed to be, but in the opposite direction of the bunker. Panic floods through me. He’s leaving. Why? He can’t just leave- but I can’t go get him. I might be able to stumble across the Hepatica field, but there’s no way I’d make it there before he disappears back into the mists of… I have no time for metaphors.

“Jimin!” his name futilely leaves my lips and the sensation causes the vision to waver. Maybe I’m seeing things. Maybe the double vision is messing with my head. Maybe it’s just a coincidence.

But I could swear he turns and… sees me.

“Eun?”

The jolt back to the real world- or back to the reality that surrounds my body is disorienting. I blink a few times before Namjoon settles in my field of vision. He is blurry for a second or two, but the effect fades as he continues speaking.

“You alright? You seem a little dazed.”

“Sorry, sunbae. I was practicing divination,” the words leave my mouth before I can think about them. But what’s the harm? Namjoon knows I practice magic.

“Divination?”

“Yes.”

“That’s quite a skill you have,” he smiles warmly. “Even noona finds it hard to perform divination.”

“Really?”

Namjoon nods, “That’s advanced magic, at least, according to what she’s told me. It’s great that she’s teaching it to you.”

Teaching it to me… right. I agree politely.

The man with the blue-grey hair laughs lightly, “What were you looking at? If I may ask.”

“Nothing particularly interesting,” I shrug, but refrain from being aloof to avoid suspicion. He doesn’t need to know I saw Jimin and he probably already knows what Jungkook was doing. “Just exploring around.”

“Well that’s wonderful. It’s good to test your personal limits, especially with things like this,” he offers me a hand up, a surprising gesture considering I’ve been unofficially ostracized. I take his hand and hoist myself to my feet. “Noona asked me to tell you that we’re all heading into town later to pick up groceries and extra supplies. Would you like to go? Or do you need anything?”

“I think I’d rather stay here if that’s okay with you.”

“Of course. I’ll let you get back to practicing then-”

“Sunbae? Can Jungkook stay behind with me? Just in case.”

Namjoon pauses mid-act of turning around, then nods, “If he agrees, absolutely. I’ll ask him for you.”

“Thank you.” I give him a polite bow.

The pack leader looks as if he’s going to say something more, but then a howl splits the air, a deep sound, velvety. Taehyung. Namjoon’s attention snaps toward it.

“Sorry to cut this short,” he whispers. “Gotta go take care of something.”

Before I can acknowledge his statement, his shirt is off, he’s transformed into the massive blue-grey lupine creature, and full sprinting in the direction of the howl. Bending down, I pick up the bloodstone from a small tuft of weeds and slip it into my backpack. Apparently, I’d dropped it at some point after Namjoon startled me. I have to stop doing that before I lose it.

Figuring that the howl had something to do with demons, which even with my silver knife I should stay far away from, I decide to stay out a little bit longer and try to find the Hepatica field. Why? Plot development. I have nothing better to do other than attempt to find Jimin.

He’s irritating, pretentious, and possibly dangerous, but now I’m armed and for some reason… I miss him. The thought makes me cringe and I blame it on supernatural hormones. I will blame it on an “instinct thing.”

Hiking my backpack higher on my shoulders, I start my rather pointless walk through the forest. It’s highly likely I’ll get lost and even if I, by stumbling over a deposit of miracles, do somehow manage to find the Hepatica field, Jimin will probably be gone. But here I go anyway.

While familiar with the dilapidated town now, I haven’t been into the forest more than a few times, at least, beyond a few yards past the tree line. Every time I’d gone further, it had been with someone else leading the way.

At first I try looking around for familiar landmarks, but the change of season has all sorts of new mosses and lichens growing and the stream has swollen a bit too, swallowing any notable stones or the like.

As I walk, my hand reaches into my pocket to find the wildflowers I’ve been idly collecting. Taking a moment to gauge their different energies, I pick one and crush it in my hand, letting the heatless fire consume it, creating a royal purple flame. I repeat the process every time the flame starts to turn a pale pastel color. It’s not productive, but it keeps me busy and keeps my anxiety low.

I also make sure to brush against as many plants as possible, leaving my scent so someone (one of the wolves) can presumably find me if they come looking. Especially Hobi.

It only takes a half an hour for me to get absolutely lost, and yet I keep walking.

As the sun starts to fall below the tops of the trees, I decide to take a break and sit down with my back against a fallen log. This was such a stupid idea, but who cares? The only person who will probably immediately miss me is Munhee-

The thought gives me chills. Is this how Jimin feels? Except, he doesn’t have an “only person” to miss him.

I reach into my pocket for another flower, a therapeutic compulsive habit, but find it empty. With a sigh, I hold my palm out in front of me, letting the familiar green flame blossom on my palm. If only revelation magic could take me to the Hepatica field.

Sudden movement in the corner of my eye catches my attention, just at the edge of my field of vision, a flash moving between two trees.

A coffee colored werewolf. The coffee colored werewolf.

I immediately get to my feet, almost stumbling and falling under the weight of my backpack, and rush forward in a dead sprint; but by the time I reach the place I thought he might be, there’s nothing there. Not a footprint, not a broken branch.

I even conjure the green flame again to provide a little more (color tinted) light. Nothing.

On the slight breeze that slithers through the forest, I can hear a very distant howl and identify it easily. Jungkook.

I brush the recognition aside and look around. Maybe I’d been wrong. Maybe I hadn’t seen him, or maybe I had gotten the place wrong-

A flash of rich brown in the corner of my eye causes me to turn my head. Like the naive little girl I am, I follow. And follow again. Each glimpse of hope, illuminated by the green flame flickering in my palm and eventually the light of the full moon as it rises, leads me further, making me- almost redundantly- more lost.

Until I find myself in the Hepatica field.

Naturally, as I’d predicted, Jimin isn’t here, but the very fact that I’d found it is astonishing. Did it actually have something to do with the revelation magic I had been using? Or maybe this is some strange offshoot of my seeming talent for divination.

I glance around the clearing, breathing in deeply the smell of damp earth and natural, earthy, sweet forest decay. The sky above me should be peppered with stars, but everything has started to take on a grainy quality. Fog will be settling in soon. I should get back before something happens to the moonlight and I’m left in the complete dark. Well, except for the whole magic fire thing. I look around as if the universe will present to me the thing that I want. The person that I need.

Wait… amber eyes? In the trees on the other side of the clearing…

“Jimin?” for some reason, excitement permeates through me, then dissipates almost immediately.

“Eun, what the hell?”

I glance away just for a moment, but by the time I look back, the eyes are gone and my full attention swivels to a very angry Jungkook.

“Where have you been?”

I sigh, wanting to ask him why he suddenly cares, but that would be bitter and I am not a bitter person. At least, I refuse to be. I play idly with one of the tattered straps on my backpack, “Just taking a walk.”

“Do you even know how long it took me to find you? Were you just wandering around in circles?”

My gaze drops to the plants that litter the ground around my feet, crushed underneath them. I feel like a scolded child as my voice gets soft, “Kind of. Yes. You were busy and I had nothing better to do.”

“So you went tramping through the forest?”

“I didn’t go tramping.”

Jungkook lets out a huff, raking his fingers through his hair, “We’re going back to the bunker.”

“But…” I look back at the forest, where I had seen- where I had thought I’d seen the amber eyes.

Jungkook steps forward, catching my wrist, “Let’s go.”

“Okay,” I relent, knowing that Jungkook is the easiest, if not my only way home. I wait until he’s shifted to climb onto his back, wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my face into his raven black fur.

This is the first time in weeks that I’ve touched him for more than mere moments, more than accidental brushes of hands passing plates at the dinner table or attempted but failed embraces at the mistletoe double doors before he leaves. I’m surprised he’s letting me touch him at all. Maybe it’s because Jimin has been gone for so long. Maybe it has something to do with convenience. As he starts walking, then speeds up into a jog, I can’t help but let my heart hurt.

I miss him- Jungkook.

With this close proximity, I notice he feels more muscular than before, fur more shiny, movements more purposeful and coordinated. My best friend has changed so much, physically and mentally it seems. He’s never spoken to me so sternly, so angrily. He’s been worried, sure. Demanding too, but never furious. That hurts more than the inadvertent abandonment. What happened to my sweet, soft Jungkook?

The more I think about it, the more it hurts me.

With each of his confident, bounding strides forward, I can feel the movement resonate in my own body and roll through me in waves of nothing short of pure loneliness. I begin to feel the despair that Jimin must have felt at first, then the inevitable ebbing of feelings as we draw into ourselves, closing ourselves off emotionally because knowing we’re being shut out by everyone for something that isn’t really our fault… it hurts.

Jungkook starts to slow as we leave the army of fading trees, entering the empty village. I loosen my grip around his neck and allow myself to drop to the gravely street. He transforms back into a human, walking a few paces ahead of me.

He says nothing, which I suddenly find is worse than yelling.

The further we walk, the more his demeanor begins to get colder, and the more the fog rolls in. I begin to feel numb. By the time the little shack that hides the staircase to the bunker is in sight, I am numb.

Jungkook reaches for the door, then stops.

He slowly turns around, “What’s your problem?”

You. Me…

“This whole thing.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” his tone is as distant as it is aggravated, a strange combination.

“This, us, this place. I want to go home.”

Jungkook’s stare is hard.

The fog that surrounds us is heavy, so thick that I can barely see three meters in any direction. It stills the air, absorbing sounds, muting color, a visual manifestation of the emotions looming inside me.

“I just can’t do it anymore,” my voice cracks, but I somehow manage to keep his gaze.

Jungkook’s composed expression falters, features simultaneously betraying both hurt and anger, “What? Do you think I want this? Do you think constantly tearing my body apart and losing my mind is fun?”

“Do you think watching it happen is any better?”

His gaze flicks to the sky and I know his attention is pegged exactly on the full moon, despite not being able to see it myself. Jungkook’s voice lowers in warning, “Now’s not the time to have this conversation.”

His words only make anger bubble into my chest, “Oh? Then when would be better for you? After training? After everyone else gets back? After you’re off your man-period?”

“Male dogs don’t go into heat,” he states blandly.

“Well excuse me for not knowing everything.”

“Maybe, if you paid more attention to noona, you would.”

My skin prickles in irritation, “Stop making this about you.”

“I’m not the one being selfish,” he snaps, attention plunging down from the moon to me. “Do you understand how hard it’ll be if you leave? How many people I could hurt? How many people those things will kill?”

“Selfish? I’ve given up months of my life, Jungkook.”

“At least you can leave after this,” he storms forward until stopping only a handful of centimeters away, harsh amber flooding his irises, “I’m going to be stuck with this for my entire life.”

Instinctive fear trickles through me at the change in his eyes, the subtle rippling of his muscles, but I refuse to let it be the reason this argument stops, “You’re making it about you again.”

“We’re not having this conversation right now.”

“Sure, just keep pushing it off and maybe you won’t have to deal with it.”

“What’s your problem?” Jungkook’s body shudders, making him clench his jaw and speak through his teeth, “We’re not even asking you to do anything difficult.”

“Not difficult?” my voice begins to rise, “First of all, you get to go gallivanting around with your friends while-”

“We aren’t gallivanting.”

I talk right over him, “While I have to spend countless hours memorizing and reading and practicing, only to get left behind and ignored. On top of that, I have to lie to my family so that I can stay here and make sure you are okay. And let’s not forget I risk my life staying here, for you.”

The last part visibly makes him bristle, “That’s not my fault.”

“No, it’s not, but I’m doing it because you’re my friend, Jungkook.”

“Well I didn’t ask for that either.”

Both of us pull away slightly, eyes widening, shocked into speechlessness by the implication of his statement. Time slides to a stop, the only evidence of its passage being uneven breaths. I recover first, “I didn’t know you felt that way. I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble then.”

“Eun,” he calls my name, regret lacing his tone, shock rendering him immobile, and amber draining completely from his irises, replaced by the familiar chocolate brown, but I don’t hesitate to turn and enter the small, inconspicuous shack, quick pace fueled by my desperation to not let him see me cry. I’m halfway down the concrete staircase when he finally chases after me, pleading, “Eun-ssi, wait, I didn’t mean it like that-”

I manage to slam the double doors in his face, knowing he won’t pass the mistletoe barrier unless it was opened for him. With my back pressed against the hard wooden surface, I listen for the telltale signs, the screaming, the whimpering, the snarling, or (a recent development) just the cracking of bones, but am met with none of those.

Even through the haze of my anger and the violence of my tears, I can’t help but notice he’s kept his human form, despite the emotional pull of the argument and in sight of the hormonal impact from the full moon. The smallest bit of pride flits through me at this mutual accomplishment, but is forgotten as soon as I hear a door from within the bunker open, making me freeze.

Everyone had just left for a trip into town…meaning Jungkook and I were supposed to be here alone.

Hope surges through me. Maybe Jimin had come back. Maybe he’d led me to the Hepatica field and followed Jungkook and I back to the bunker, slipping inside when we were arguing. Maybe-

Then I feel it, the eerie stillness. My ears prick up and I realize that the silence from the fog outside has permeated into the bunker. The strange suspension in time hadn’t been warped perception due to stress.

Hello, Eun. Have you thought about what I said?

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