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elusivecagedmockingbird · 4 months

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Orbiting: pt.2°

[icehockey!jungkook x figureskater!reader; enter figureskater!jimin] [2.3k+ idiot fwb to lovers; mutual pining, both has the libido of a teenage boy; this one's for the plot! but also i know very little about the technicalities of figure skating so please be kind; tysm for the love on Orbiting]

Nothing beats the feeling of being on the ice, you think.

Well, second to Jungkook’s bed, the rink is where you feel most euphoric. As you glide in circles and spin in the air, the wind in your hair makes you feel weightless, almost trouble-free.

“I think I’m ready,” you skate closer to the stands where your coach sits. Eagle eyes follow your form, yet her face remains stoic, “Let me try a triple axel.” With that, her brows crease. “Absolutely not,” she answers with finality.

Stubbornly, you prod, “Coach, plea—”

“We’re not risking another injury when you’ve barely healed.” At this, you scoff, “But I’m fine now. I’ve been landing double axels for months, haven’t I?”

“Yes, but still poorly,” your coach reasons as she looks at you. And you hate it. You hate how she looks at you with pity, making you feel incapable.

Brushing off your insecurity, you muster up the sliver of confidence and hope you have left. “You’re lying,” you start. “I’ve seen my form and rewatched my routines after every practice. I’ve gotten better.” You're trying not to let your emotion swallow you whole, you push your point, “You also said so yourself: I’ve been better compared to three months ago.”

You don’t realize how shaky and loud your voice had gotten with every word. Even you, yourself, sounded unsure of your recovery by the time you finished.

“Y/N—”

You know that tone. Your throat and heart constrict, “No. You promised—” but your plea is interrupted by the echo of the door banging, followed by footsteps until someone comes into view.

“Ah, Jimin. Finally!” Your coach ushers him to come closer to where you’re at a standstill with her. You’re a ticking time bomb, that at least you know. The last thing you should be around is people, so you skate away.

- “Your reputation precedes you, L/N.”

Stopping mid-stretch, you turn your head to where you hear the voice. It’s Jimin. He smirked as he approached you, skates hung on his shoulder.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He sits beside you on the bleachers, plush lips tightening to form another smirk. In a different mood, you may have gushed at how full his lips are, but right now, you’re irked at how his hands take their time in lacing his skates.

“Don’t worry.” He’s facing you now and his hands flick softly to brush his parted bangs away from his face. “All I’ve heard about are good things. At least, to me.”

Your eyebrows crease. He winks, then skates away from the bleachers. You parrot your previous question, now skating after him.

“My friends said you were a stubborn one,” his voice loud enough for you to hear. Jimin slows down and lets you catch up to him. Now skating beside him, matching his stride, you ask, “And that’s a good thing because?”

“I like headstrong girls. It just means you’re determined, too. But I want to see for myself how determined you can be, Y/N.”

Jimin swerves, now skating backward, facing you. You almost crash into him, but he holds your arm, guiding you back into pace.

“Careful. If we’re going to be partners, I need to know you can keep up with me,” he teases, and it works because you’re riled up.

Of course, Jimin heard a lot about you. A couple of his friends auditioned to be your pair, but they all came home after a few weeks with rants about the ‘ice princess.’ No one would deny how pretty and talented you were, but those admirable qualities were overshadowed by how much of a ‘bitch you can be on the ice’ as his friends would describe it. He has also heard people go as far as saying how much your accident was a well-deserved one because you needed to be knocked down a peg.

He drew the line there.

Your frustration turned irritation now directed towards his smug ass. “You’re the one who’s trying out,” you bark as you pull your arms from his hand. “Nuh-uh, this goes both ways,” Jimin insists, a smile still plastered on his face.

“Fine. Let’s do a routine,” you give in. “But I take the lead. Keep up, Park.”

Not giving him the chance to disagree, you skate to the middle of the rink. Starting with a three-turn. You monitor Jimin on your peripheral vision, then, you proceed to do a salchow jump followed by loops.

- “Fuck,” you pant. Heat is running through your body, and with Jimin beside you exuding the same warmth, you feel even more hot despite being surrounded by ice. You can’t deny that running routines with Jimin was the most fun since your coach have been holding auditions for the past month.

“So…” Jimin starts, his green sweater seeming darker as it dampens with sweat. “Am I good enough to be your partner, Y/N?”

You laugh, “I could ask you the same thing.” Your frustration from earlier dissipated. “But yeah, you’re not bad, Park. Skills are mildly better than the previous three skaters we’ve had combined.”

Jimin scoffs. “Gee, thanks. Unfortunately, I need you to do one more thing for me before I settle on a verdict,” he challenges.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“Do a double axel for me.” At this, your smile falters. “Unless, of course, you’ve grown rusty. If you ask me, those routines were safe,” he goads.

You hate this. You hate how he gets under your skin so easily despite having just met him. But you stand, and Jimin follows, dusting scraped ice off his pants. “I’ll go first,” he starts as he skates away for space. With bated breath and hope that he trips, you watch him glide around for a while, then launch to a smooth double axle.

Jimin chuckles, hands combing through his hair once again. “Your turn, L/N.”

You skate in circles, orbiting Jimin. You can do this, you think. You’ve been landing double axels for months now. Despite this, your nerves shake. But you’ll be damned if you get outperformed by Jimin. You ready your form as you take a deep breath.

It’s now or never.

In a millisecond, you’re in the air, and as you land your feet on the ice, you wobble until your body hits the ice. You yelp in pain, hands quick to clutch your ankle.

“Shit!” Jimin rushes to you. Eyes wide, frantically searching for your coach.

- Propped on the bed, you chew on jello as your coach chews your and Jimin’s ear off.

“What the fuck were you guys thinking? I left you guys to get acquainted, not compete,” she whisper-yells. You and Jimin exchange a look. His eyes are shy and guilty.

“Y/N, I told you to be careful.”

“I was,” you nod, scooping a mouthful of jello. Another tirade was ready to leave your coach’s mouth when the door to your hospital room opens.

“Y/N,” Jungkook barges in. Eyes focused on yours as he walks to your side. Your coach sighs, “Jungkook, talk some sense into her, will you?” She pleads before leaving your room.

On the other side of your bed, Jimin clears his throat and introduces himself, his arms outstretched for a handshake. Jungkook ignores it; eyes still on you, but his words are clearly directed at Jimin, “You can leave us now.”

Nothing is said further, and Jungkook sits on your bed. Jimin stands in disbelief.

“It’s fine, Jimin,” you break the awkward tension, “I’ll see you next practice.”

Jimin nods at you, “Right. Get well soon. I’ll visit you tomorrow.”

Jungkook’s head finally whips to face Jimin. “There’s no need for that,” he speaks with finality, staring him down. Jimin scoffs, but after a second, he relents, nods at you for a goodbye, then leaves the room.

As soon as the door closes, Jungkook's voice booms, “What the fuck were you thinking?”

You roll your eyes and end his incoming scolding before he can even start with a raise of your hand.

“You really are your mom’s son, huh? She said those exact words earlier,” you chuckle.

“Don't laugh. Nothing’s funny about this. You’re hurt, Y/N. This could have been really serious.”

You sigh, “I know. And I was scared, okay? But the doctor said it’s just a mild sprain. Nothing too serious, and give it a few weeks rest, and I’m good as new.”

Your hands reach out to straighten his furrowed brows. “You’ll get wrinkles if you keep scowling.” Jungkook pulls your hand away from his face, and for a while, you think you’ve really pissed him off. But in the same breath, he pulls your hand to his lips. “I got so fucking scared when my mom called me. I rushed here and I was even in the middle of eating.”

You snort out a laugh, and your other hand reaches the half-eaten jello and offer it to him.

“No, thanks,” he groans in disgust. “I think I’ve had my fill of jellos during your last stay here.” Cue another eye roll from you, “You’re so dramatic.” Jungkook laughs and just stares at you. There goes your heart again, doing somersaults, and you think you’re growing hot by the second he stares you down.

You clear your throat, “Well, there’s a vending machine at the corner, I think.”

Jungkook nods then stands, and you think he’s heading to buy snacks when he locks the door.

“I think I prefer the snack already here, though.”

And there’s the Jungkook, you know. While you’d rather twist your other ankle than admit that sleazy line worked on you, the fact that you’re in a hospital isn’t lost on you.

“You can’t be serious, Jungkook.”

“Oh, but I am,” he grins. Hands trailing on your legs, but he remains mindful of your sprained ankle.

“I’ll be careful, babe.”

It’s shameless how you’re already breathless. His name leaves your lips in lust-filled whispers. Pants discarded on the side of your bed, Jungkook salivates at seeing the wet patch on your underwear.

Giving in to his primal desire, he moves the cloth aside and licks at your pussy.

“Gguk,” you moan. “Not much time. Just fuck me already.”

His head shakes, and you feel his tongue move inside you. “I haven’t had my fill yet.” His thumb plays with your clit as he eases two of his fingers inside you. Your back arches, moans stuck in your throat and you remind yourself you’re in public, albeit inside closed doors, you know how thin these walls are.

Jungkook hums, and you look down at him. The sight has you gushing, and your bent knees buckle. He’s rutting himself on the bed as his tongue and fingers play with you.

“Jungkook,” you call his name with a moan. He looks up, but his fingers continue to go in and out of your pussy. Your expressions match each other—eyes lidded with lust and mouth open in silent moans and groans.

“Fuck me. Now.” Giving your pussy one last suck, Jungkook finally listens to you. The bed creaks as he kneels to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down to his thighs.

You open your legs wider. “You really are my dream girl,” he grunts. “Will you take off your shirt for me, babe, please.”

You hum, watching him stroke himself as he waits for you to pull your shirt over your head. “I will if you will.”

In record time, Jungkook has his shirt scattered on the hospital floor. Scooting closer to you, Jungkook remains mindful of your foot. But it isn’t long until he rubs his tip to your clit.

“Say please.”

“Please, Jungkook.”

Satisfied at your whiny voice, he pushes his dick inside you. You both moan before Jungkook realizes where you are. And so he kisses you, mouth catching your moans. His hands move from your hips to your chest. Both of his hands full with your tits, fingers pulling playfully with your nipples. You wrap your good leg around his hips, foot pushing his ass closer to you.

Mouths parting for a breather, you lean back. It’s a filthy view, but the noises you make are extremely lewd. You now hear the metal creaking and your pussy squelching each time Jungkook thrusts inside you.

“Baby,” Jungkook whispers from your neck. “Don’t scare me like that ever again.” You would have sensed how earnest he was if you weren’t too lost in your pleasure. But you hum and tangle your hand with his hair, as you pull him for a kiss. His thrusts are now deeper and harder. “Cum for me, babe.” Your body at his beck and call, you cum. Milking your orgasm, Jungkook continues to pound your pussy.

“Mm, sensitive,” you whine.

“One more, baby,” Jungkook asserts with his hands going down to rub circles on your clit. You’re delirious. “One more for me,” he grunts as he thrusts, “With me.”

You can feel another orgasm slowly approaching, and you know Jungkook’s about to reach his high, too. You open your eyes and find him already looking at you. Your pupils are blown wide with lust, and in that shared moment, you knew.

You come together with breathy moans.

- Jungkook lays on top of you, his body keeping you warm. “You’re coming home with me.”

You hum, “Have mercy on my pussy, Jeon. I don’t think I can even walk out of here, and it’s not because of my sprained foot.”

He raises his head from your chest, thumb circling your side boob. “I didn’t mean for another round, Y/N. Get your head out of the gutter,” he teases.

Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“You have a foot injury. You need someone to take care of you.”

Cue your heart somersaults.

At your silence, Jungkook thinks he said something wrong, so he tries to lay out a more acceptable reason for having you in his home, “I think my mom would also prefer that she watches over you as you recover. Can’t have you attempting to skate with an injury.” At that, you lightly smack his head. “I’m not that stupid, Jeon,” you scoff.

“Right,” he laughs and lays his head back to your chest. He leaves a kiss on your sternum and you struggle to breathe as you try to calm your heart on haywire.

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#jungkook x reader #jjk smut #bts fanfic #bts smut #jungkook smut #jimin x reader #jimin x y/n #fwb au #bts #bts jungkook #bts jimin #jungkook x y/n #jeon jungkook

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bearr02 · 7 months

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Querencia |Teaser/intro|

Pairing: hybrid!ot7 x f!reader

Teaser warnings: nothing really :)

Summary: When you find a stray, sweet cat hybrid on the street, you absolutely can not say no to taking him in, even if he comes in a pack with two other members. The only issue? You run into more stray hybrids and you just have to take them in.

Genre: fluff, angst, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au..

Word count: 900

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: German Shepherd, Yoongi: Ragdoll cat, Hoseok: Husky, Jin: Maine coon cat, Jimin: Birman cat, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Hamster

A/n: I needa stop

But like, I HAD to do domestic hybrids!bts…I just had to

“Okay..yeah I’m on my way.” You mumble, looking around to make sure you have everything before you meet your friend at your favorite coffee shop. “Okay. Yeah see you soon. Mmbye.” You say, taking your phone away from your ear, sticking it in your pocket before leaving your house.

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“Look who’s finally here!” Your friend says when you sit down, looking at you with her arms crossed and a raised brow. “I know, I’m sorry, I lost track of time.” You say with a pout, sliding into the seat in front of Minji. “You always do.” She mumbles, a pout now on her lips as she fake sulks. You sigh, “I’m a busy woman.” You say, leaning back in your chair. “Lies! All you do is sleep!” Minji says, pointing a finger at you. “Nope! I work, I eat, I go shopping, and I go out to see you.” You say with a grin while Minji huffs, slumping back in her seat.

“Whatever.” Minji mumbles, but you can still see the smile tugging on her lips as she looks at the menu. A movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention, looking to see someone scurry down an alleyway in front of the cafe. Your brows furrow but you shake it off as one of those sketchy drug dealers, turning back to the menu. “What can I get you ladies today?” A waiter asks, smiling at you and Minji as she takes out a small notepad.

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“Text me!” Minji yells, waving at you as she walks backwards in the direction of her car. You smile, waving back at her before turning around to continue your walk. You jump when someone peeks out of the alleyway in front of you. “Y/n!” A voice squeals. You look at the person that peeked out of the alleyway to see the stray hybrid you’ve been meeting with the past couple weeks. “Jimin.” You say, ushering him back inside the alleyway. “You should be careful.” You mumble, peeking behind you at the people walking by. “Hybrid control is getting worse. It’s like they’re on every corner now.” You say, looking back at Jimin to see his ear pinned to his head and a slight frown on his face.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles, looking down at his feet. “Hey, no you don’t have to be sorry, I just don’t want you to get stuck in some shit ‘shelter’.” You say, smiling at Jimin reassuringly. “You’re not mad?” He tentatively asks, slowly looking up at you. You shake your head, reaching into your bag to pull out the bag of pastries that you’d got from the cafe. “Figured you might be hungry.” You say, handing the bag to Jimin who’s eyes widen. “Y-you got me food?” He whispers, looking between you and the hand extended toward him holding the bag.

“Yeah..I hope I'm not overstepping.” You mumble, nervously worrying your bottom lip. “N-no I just..wow.” Jimin mumbles, staring at the bag in awe. “Thank you.” Jimin says, looking up at your face again. “Really. Thank you. It means a lot.” Jimin says, hesitantly reaching forward to take the bag from your grasp, almost like he expects you to take it back. You don’t, instead you smile softly and take a step forward for him to take the bag.

He grabs it, still watching your face closely as he takes it from your grip. “I hope you like what I got, we never touched the subject of food so I just guessed.” You mumble, intertwining your hands in front of you. Jimin nods, slowly unrolling the top of the bag, peeking inside before his eyes widen slightly. “Is it that bad?” You ask, mistaking his surprise for disgust. “No no you just..you didn’t have to get this many.” Jimin mumbles, looking up at you. “But I wanted to.” You say, taking a small step forward.

“Thank you.” Jimin says before he walks to you quickly, enveloping you in a tight hug. “Thank you so much.” He whispers, his voice wavering slightly as you wrap your arms around him as well. Your brows furrow when you feel something wet hit your shoulder, gently pulling Jimin away to see his face wet and eyes tear filled as he stares at you. “What’s wrong?” You ask worriedly, gently swiping away his tears only for them to be replaced with new ones. “N-no one’s ever done this be-before.” Jimin mumbles, looking down at his feet as he sniffles.

You frown, “How about we meet here everyday, yeah?” You say, bending over slightly to try and catch his eyes. His brows furrowed as he stared at you with confusion and uncertainty. “I’d bring you food to make sure you’d eat.” You clarify, standing to your full height again. “You don’t have to do that.” Jimin mumbles, shaking his head as he backs up. “I may not have to but I want to, Jimin.” You say.

He purses his lips, looking down again. You sigh, “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? Be safe.” You say, pursing your lips slightly before you add on a small ‘please’. Jimin nods, looking up at you again. You give him a small wave before you turn and exit the alley, heading toward the direction of your house with a frown on your face.

How long has Jimin been on his own?

A/n: I know I have like 4 fics out right now (counting this one) but like…I couldn’t help myself 😭

I need a domestic hybrid!bts fic in my life..I just need it

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Series taglist (open):

#bts #hoseok #jimin #jungkook #namjoon #taehyung #yoongi #jin #bts ot7 #bts x reader #hybrid!bts

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borahaerhy · 1 year

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Dealer (9) - myg

Summary: Your boyfriend seemed like a dream come true: always wanting to be around you, making sure you would get home safe, never taking his hands off you. These little comforts became your whole world, and then the only thing you were allowed to have left in the world. Luckily, your boyfriends drug dealer turned out to be a much nicer guy.

Pairing: DrugDealer!Yoongi x Female!Reader

Genre: Mafia/drug kingpin au, Y/N coming from nothing, found family, Eventual smut

Warnings: Taehyung's high (shocker), the safe-house is a little different than the last one, Y/n decides she wants to be a part of decisions, Yoongi isn't the biggest fan of this but gets over it, a very risky plan, Y/n is very calm in what seems to be a very dangerous situation, someone gets stabbed, very abrupt ending

Word count: 2.7k

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Note: If you are sensitive or triggered by abusive relationships or manipulation in any way, please do not read this fic, it can be very triggering. It will also be referenced that Y/n used to self-harm, and has self-harm scars. This fic is going to cover a lot of intense topics, and there will be a lot of drugs.

Not long after Jimin and Yoongi’s argument, Jungkook came back with clothes for everyone. You all took turns taking showers and getting changed before you were rushed back out and into the backseat of the cramped car, where you spent the next several hours.

Oddly enough, the energy was a lot less tense than the last time, even after the argument. You all took turns telling stories and talking about just about anything you could think of. You even saw Jungkook crack a smile at one point, even as he stayed quiet during most of the ride.

It was dark outside by the time Jungkook pulled into what you assumed to be the getaway house; which was not at all what you had been expecting. It was a smaller house in a neighborhood much like the one you used to live in. It was a little run down, the paint chipping and the front steps cracked: the surrounding homes didn’t look much nicer.

It wasn’t hidden away in a forest, nor did it have a million underground mazes (or so you hoped), but that’s exactly why it worked; who the hell would expect Kim Seokjin to be hidden away here of all places?

Jungkook pulled into the driveway as you and Jimin put your masks on from the last time you’d left the car, but Jungkook stopped you. “Don’t; those will make you stick out around here, especially at this time of night. Just keep your heads down and walk quickly,” You shrugged, not at all mad to not have to wear that thing again as you balled it up and shoved it into your pocket.

Jungkook knocked on the door a few times – an odd rhythm that you thought had to be a code of some kind – before the door was opened, Hoseok only peeking out slightly to see who it was before ripping the door open, relieved to see you guys.

“Oh thank god you’re here, these guys are insane–” Hoseok ushered you all inside, hugging you briefly as he closed the door. The room was very dark, the light was dim and yellow, casting more shadows than it managed to get rid of.

The inside didn’t look much different than the outside; water stains on the ceiling from previous leaks, mismatched furniture that had been worn in, as if someone had been using it for the previous 40 years. The carpeting was frayed and worn down in certain spots, and the walls had been yellowed from years of cigarette smoke – something you could smell as soon as you walked through the door.

Everyone was waiting in the living room, Namjoon and Jin stood at the side of the room, a few feet away from the plastic folding table that was centered in the dining room, and Taehyung was seated in a large recliner with his legs crossed, eyes so narrow that you had no doubt that even here and now, with everything going on, Taehyung was as high as he was the day you met him.

“Everything go smoothly?” Jin asked, a radiant smile spreading across his face as he questioned Jungkook, who simply nodded once in response. “Great, Y/n, why don’t you head back and get some rest-”

“No,” He seemed a little taken back when you interrupted him, though oddly enough, he seemed more intrigued than offended.

“Y/n, we need to talk about the plan from here, you should really-”

“Yeah, that sounds great and all, but whatever you guys are going to be talking about, I want to be a part of it. Regardless of what you say,” You paused, looking at Yoongi before you switched your attention to everyone in the room. “What any of you say, this is all happening because of me; to protect me, right? So whatever you’re planning, I want to know about it, and I want to help.”

Everyone was looking at you warrily, their eyes darting back and forth between you and Jin to see what his reaction would be.

Well, everyone except for Taehyung, who had a smile very similar to Jin’s.

“If you’re confident that you’re up for it, then I have no problem letting you in on these meetings. Might help to have some of your input,” He smirked as he spoke, seeming almost proud, before he resumed his serious expression that he had when you’d arrived.

“Okay, everyone get comfortable, we have a lot to discuss,” you all moved over to the sofas, where there definitely wasn’t enough space for all of you as you found yourself sandwiched between Jimin and Yoongi, who at this point were almost fighting who was going to be more protective of you. “Y/n, now that you’re here, I have something I want to run by you, actually.

“I was discussing this with Namjoon before you got here, but I think it would be a good idea to test the waters a bit,” Jin leaned back against the wall where you’d imagine a tv would be, but it instead remained blank, a crooked picture frame with people you didn’t know in it sat a few inches from Jin’s head.

“What do you mean, test the waters?” Yoongi was quick to ask, his arms crossed over his chest with his brow furrowed.

“I want to send a few of us out in public. We scope out a place, make sure everything looks safe and not too crowded. And I want Y/n to be there-”

“Absolutely not,” Yoongi spoke up, but Jin merely brushed past his comment, not paying it much attention.

“I just want to see just how many of them there are, and how they’d go about getting her back if they find an opportunity,” Jin looked over at Jimin, as if asking him what he thought.

“I know Zeke’s going crazy trying to get her back, and I know my father is doing everything in his power to do it; which is frankly, a lot more than we have sitting in this room, purely based off of the amount of men he has at his disposal,”

“But he’s already proven that he’ll send more people rather than relying on good ones; and I trust Jungkook alone can take down more than half of the guys he sends us if it’s more of the one’s from the other night,” Jimin simply nods in agreement. While his father was smart, he was also stubborn. He was convinced he didn’t need to send any of his high-profile men to get you back, so he wouldn’t. Jimin was the only one he needed to send of that rank, and as far as he was concerned, his father probably thought Jimin had infiltrated the group and was working on bringing you back from the inside.

“Guys, I really don’t think this is a good idea-”

“I do,” You spoke, your words loud and proud as you defied Yoongi. You knew he was only trying to protect you, but you didn’t need it to this extent. “If we’re going to take them down, or at least get them to stop coming after me, we need to know what we’re up against; and I’m the only way we’re going to do that,”

Yoongi had turned in his spot to face you. He desperately wanted to find a reason to tell you that you shouldn’t do this but he couldn’t; not one that you’d listen to anyway.

“Yoongi, I wouldn’t send her unless I was absolutely positive she would be fine. Namjoon and Jungkook would be going with her, they’ll make sure she’s okay; they’re better trained than I am. Nothing’s going to happen to her, you have my word,” There was a silence before Yoongi sighed, running his fingers through his disheveled hair before he nodded slowly.

“Fine,” he spoke softly, his eyes trained on the ground in front of him. “But I’m going too,”

You woke up the next day and felt excited for the first time in god knows how long. It was an odd sort of feeling, and one Yoongi definitely didn’t share. There was finally a plan, and one you were a part of. You knew what was going on, you understood the consequences, and you actually got to do something rather than just sit and wait for things to happen around you.

Yoongi was less thrilled; the ball of nerves that had been stuck in his throat since last night made it difficult for him to speak much as you all got ready.

“Okay, let’s go over it one more time,” Seokjin started as everyone got their microphones set in place, assisted by Namjoon and shockingly, Taehyung, who knew a lot more about spy tech than anyone that had met him would have anticipated. “Namjoon’s going to go into the coffee shop fifteen minutes before Y/n, order a coffee and sit down in the back corner and pull out his laptop and pretend to work on something.

“Then Y/n’s going in, ordering, and sitting at this table, here in the middle, where Namjoon is going to have a direct line of sight of her the whole time,” Jin was gesturing toward a blueprint of the shop you were going to that he had taped to the wall. “Jungkook and Yoongi are going to be waiting in the car, and you are only to leave if Namjoon says he needs the back up, now,” Jin pointed to Namjoon as Jungkook and Yoongi continued attaching various weapons to their outfits.

“Namjoon’s glasses have cameras here,” he pointed to either side of where the arms connected to the frames, “And here,” he pointed to the center of the frames, right between his eyes.

“Right, and all of that is going to be sent to this laptop, where Jimin will help us identify anyone that might be one of his father’s men,” Namjoon continued for Jin as Jimin flashed a nervous thumbs up. “And Y/n, if you get too freaked out or need to get out, just say that your drink’s cold. Namjoon can hear your microphone in his earpiece and will get you out,”

“Will we be able to hear her?” Yoongi asked as Jungkook started loading the magazine of an AR-15.

“No, you can hear Namjoon, and Namjoon will be able to hear all of you, because frankly, I don’t want the mission ruined because you heard Y/n breath wrong,” A blush slowly began to make it’s way up to your cheeks as Yoongi sulked, dropping his shoulders as Taehyung handed him an ear piece.

A few final questions were answered and finishing touches were added to everyone's outfit ensembles, and the four of you were off.

You and Yoongi were in the back as Namjoon drove, and you were pumped full of so much adrenaline that the possibility of something going wrong hadn’t even crossed your mind. You sat calmly in your inconspicuous outfit and stared out the window as Yoongi’s eyes remained glued to you.

He had no idea how or why you seemed so calm when he was freaking out. This was fool-proof, even Jin said so, but all the worst case scenarios kept running through his mind, and in all of them, you were hurt, dead, or gone.

You noticed his eyes on you and turned to him. He kept looking at you, his nervousness reading loudly across his features. You smiled softly as you reached out to grab one of his hands, holding it softly between yours. “Don’t worry,” You whispered. “I’ll be okay, that’s why you have all those weapons,” You smiled, causing him to chuckle lightly.

“We’re here,” Namjoon spoke lightly as he pulled into a parking space and shut off the car. “Remember Y/n, fifteen minutes, then follow me in. Got it?” You nodded as he smiled back at you; both of you. “All right, go time,” He opened his door and got out, before entering the coffee shop.

In your earpiece, you hear him order his drink and sit down. He sits where he’s supposed to, in the booth in the back corner, where he pulls a laptop out of his bag and waits for them to bring him his drink. He continues looking around as inconspicuous as he can as he loads up a game of chess on his computer.

He mumbles a few things here and there, alerting the guys back at the house to anything or anyone that he found to be even somewhat suspicious. Right at the fifteen minute mark, he spoke again.

“Your move,”

You gave Yoongi’s hand another light squeeze before you got out of the car yourself, and entered the shop.

It was a nice little place, you were scared to see what would happen to it if Jeff’s men really were here. You ordered your usual and went to wait at the table you were supposed to, before you pulled out a book.

Your job was easy: sit here and read a good book and drink some good coffee. If anything happened, it was up to the others to step in and do something if anything happened.

Namjoon had stopped talking for the most part, already having scoped the place out prior to you entering, but he still noted the occasional person as they entered. You mostly ignored him, the book you were reading was far too good to not be paying any attention to it, anyway.

But while you mindlessly sipped your coffee, Namjoon made note of three men he found to be suspicious that entered the shop after you. Jimin almost couldn’t believe his eyes as he saw them. While he didn’t immediately recognize any of them, he definitely recognized their form of communicating with one another.

One flicked the newspaper they were reading twice, and another set their cup down with a stutter in response. The third flicked the side of his glasses once. “They all just confirmed to each other that it’s her,” Jimin spoke, his voice soft but urgent. “Glasses is going to stand up and approach her, but they’re not going to do anything in there; it’s too crowded,”

“Am I stepping in?,” Namjoon mumbles as the man wearing the glasses stands as if on cue.

“He might say something to her we can use, unless she says she needs out, wait,” Jin speaks this time, having full confidence in you.

“Excuse me?” You look up from your book to see a man standing across your table, a soft smile on his lips as his eyes seemed to scan your features. “I’m sorry, you just look really familiar, do I know you from somewhere?”

Another two men walked into the shop, two men Jimin had recognized.

“Namjoon, you need to get her out of there now, two men just entered that are heavily armed and could wipe out that entire shop in a matter of seconds,” Namjoon stiffened before sitting up slightly.

“Then I’m going to need that distraction like ten seconds ago,” Jin remotely set off the buildings’ fire alarm. Namjoon quickly stood and stayed low to the ground, moving over to you as fast as he could.

As soon as the alarm sounded, the man that was being so polite seconds ago was on you. He stepped behind you and pulled you out of your chair, one hand around your mouth as the other moved to pin your arms down as he kicked your chair out of the way, but Namjoon was faster.

He groaned loudly and fell to his knees, letting go of you in the process while Namjoon grabbed hold of you and pulled you toward the kitchens. You looked back seconds before you entered the back room to see a knife sticking out of the leg of the man who grabbed you, two other men crowded around him.

Everyone was running around frantically, but even then, the two men Jimin recognized still had sight of you.

You rushed back through the kitchens and out the back door, where the car was already sitting, Jungkook having moved it around when he heard they started the distraction. Namjoon rushed you into the backseat before he got in the driver's seat and sped out of there.

Note: I'M SORRY FOR THE VERY ABRUPT ENDING BUT I'll have u know that I wrote chapters 9 and 10 and the same time not realizing how long it got and while I'd love for it to all be one chapter, none of the dealer chapters have been longer than like 3k and all together it's like 5 and a half k sooooo it's two chapters now I'm sorry ily

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Outside of the Fox

Chapter 26 of 30

1860 words

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

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Other than a few more patches of turbulence, and some very distracting heavy petting, you make it through your first flight relatively unscathed. Being in first class allows you to disembark quickly and make it through immigration before the majority even have a chance to join the queue. At baggage Yoongi and Hobi grab a cart and usher the rest of you out of the door. Namjoon looks uncomfortable at the thought of not helping with the bags but Jungkook clinging to his arm doesn't really allow him to be of much use anyway.

A private transfer is waiting for you all outside and you pile into the very back with Namjoon and Jungkook. Jungkook's leg bounces with anticipation, you can't help reaching out to hold him still. He looks up at you sheepishly, smiling shyly. Now it's finally down to just the pack he is starting to calm down, it seems mostly just his excitement for the vacation is left.

Namjoon on the other hand seems to be becoming more and more anxious the longer the trip goes on, a problem you don't think is going to resolve itself anytime soon.

Everyone else seems to be more than ready to get to the beach. Jimin and Taehyung are talking excitedly over Jin about what they want to do when they get to the villa. The doctor looks between the two of them with mild fascination on his face, like he is conducting research more than actively taking part in a conversation. And you can hear Yoongi's laughter before you see him and Hobi come around the corner.

It looks like Hoseok had offered to push the cart by himself, only for the cart to be a little wonky. It turns and runs away from him frequently, leaving Hobi to look more than a little panicked each time. Yoongi just giggles and lets it happen, making you think that perhaps he had offered more assistance before.

Eventually, he does manage to straighten the course long enough to get the cart close to the van, giving up about 10 feet out. Namjoon clambers out of the back and rushes over to help with the luggage. No one misses the glare he gives Yoongi.

"Oh loosen up Joonie." The Jackal sighs, standing on his tiptoes to kiss Namjoon on his cheek.

The bear just grumbles under his breath and continues to haul bags from the cart and into the trunk. It's a tight fit but he manages to squish them all in through spite alone. Yoongi slides into the driver's seat, Namjoon taking the passenger side, leaving Hobi to squish into the back with you and Kookie.

Jungkook slides a little closer to you to allow more room for the human and leans his head on your shoulder.

"You smell different." He comments, burying his nose into your neck.

"Probably just the aeroplane air." You shrug not really thinking about it.

But Jungkook persists, his nose pressing deeper into your skin. He sniffs along your jaw, down your neck, all the way to your collarbones. That's where he lingers the longest. His tongue flicks out as he reaches your cleavage and you push him away giggling, your cheeks all of a sudden rather warm.

"It's Jin." He states, eyes fixed on yours.

"What's me?" The doctor says testing in his chair.

"The thing that smells different... Y/N reeks of Jin."

"Well, they did just sit next to each other for hours." Jimin points out.

"That's not it... If that was it then Hobi would stink of Taehyung and he doesn't..." Jungkook twists his head.

You and Jin make eye contact waiting to see what conclusion the Bunny draws, hoping he might just drop it. But of course, he doesn't, and now the whole van is paying attention, even Yoongi glances occasionally in the rearview, although the amusement in his eyes suggests he already knows why you smell so strongly of Jin.

"We... cuddled." You supply

"Just cuddled?" Hoseok raises his brow.

"Why does it matter?" Jin interrupts.

"I don't suppose it does... Although Taehyungie is looking rather put out." Hoseok laughs, although there is an air of jealousy in his own tone.

The panda looks less than impressed for having been called out and turns away from the group, pouting to himself. Jimin takes pity and drops the topic, trying to distract Tae instead and Jin seems content to remove himself too.

Jungkook seems to make it his mission for the remainder of the car ride to make you smell more like him, running his hands across your waist, and kissing all along your throat. Ever since he kissed you for the first time, it seemed like he couldn't get enough of touching you. It also seemed like he had become far more comfortable with Taehyung and Hoseok too, you had caught him lusting after the pair on more than one occasion, although he hadn't quite worked up the confidence to do anything about it yet.

The villa you pull up outside of has you do a double take. It's breathtakingly stunning. The grounds are lush, green, and well-manicured. The pool is large, with a jacuzzi section and a slide. The patio is littered with lounge chairs, with a BBQ and bar in the corner. You could probably spend an hour out here just exploring.

But Jimin grabs your attention as he throws open the front door and gasps.

You follow him along to see what the excitement is about. Taehyung grins to himself as he watches you all take in the humungous living space. The villa puts your humble cottage to shame. A cinema screen takes up the far wall with beanbags and blankets layout before it. The kitchen is to die for and you can already see the way it has garnered Yoongi's gaze.

Jimin takes the stairs two at a time, dragging Jungkookie with him in a rush to pick their own rooms.

"Hey! Wait for me," Taehyung yells as he runs after the pair.

Jin spots a hallway off to the side and takes it as his opportunity to wander off, leaving you with Namjoon.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask.

"Talk about what?" He mumbles.

"Why your mood is so sour."

He had the sense to look a little bit guilty about his attitude. It's hard to miss the way he has retreated in on himself. He avoids your eyes, pretending to take in the new surroundings. You take his hand and lead him away from the living room and out onto the back patio.

The back is almost more stunning than the front. A wondrous flower garden with plenty of places to get lost in. Namjoon seems to get a little caught up in the new environment. He takes you along with him as he admires different flowers. You aren't sure if he is genuinely enamoured with the place, or if he is just trying to avoid talking to you about his real issues.

Eventually, you come across a bench and pull him to sit down with you. You sit side by side for a little while, watching as a butterfly flits past.

"I don't want to ruin everyone's vacation." Namjoon sighs eventually.

"Then don't." You shrug.

"I just can't help but feel like I'm not doing enough for everyone. I could never have afforded anything like this for them." He leans his elbows on his knees and places his face in his hands.

You reach across his shoulders to comfort him and he leans slightly into the embrace.

"Do you really think anyone cares that you aren't the one who paid for this trip?" You ask him.

"I care." He growls

"Namjoon, you need to get over this. It was one thing when you were the only one catering to a pack of four... But there are so many more of us now, it's unreasonable for you to think you should be the only one contributing anymore." The bear huffs defeated, it's like he knows you're right but he just can't let go. You hear him sniffle and your heart breaks for him. You turn yourself more into him, holding him tighter. His hands come away from his face and he pulls you into his lap. His face buries into the crook of your neck and he holds you for a while.

He holds you until you are both sticky with sweat from the heat. The air around you two becomes unbearably humid by the time he lets you go just a little. He pulls back to look in your eyes, and you reach up to push the sweaty hair away from his forehead.

"I'm still the pack leader. I want to do more for all of you." He whines in a petulant voice you've never heard from him before

"You do plenty." You point out, smoothing his hair down even more.

You play with the short strands, curling them around in your fingers.

"You provide so well for your pack Joonie. You put a roof over our heads, food in our stomachs, love in our hearts... You could never do more for us."

He takes in your words, blinking slowly.

"When... when you say love in our hearts. Do you mean that as a collective... or as an individual?" He asks

It's only then you realise what you might've admitted to.

You think about it for a moment and he waits patiently for your answer.

"I mean it as both." You confirm.

You can practically feel the way his mood shifts, his scent changing from acrid smoke to comforting warmth.

"Could you... could you say it as an individual?" His expression turns shy.

"I love everything you do for your pack Joonie. I love how you protect us. and... I think I'm in love with you, just a little bit..." You say, suddenly going shy yourself.

"I think I'm in love with you too, and I don't think I am the only one." He responds.

You lean forward into his embrace and he kisses you softly once, and then twice, and then the kisses don't stop until you are both out of breath and you are panting in his lap. The sweat is dripping down your temples, the air sticky and gross, but neither of you pulls away regardless of how hot the world seems.

"Y/N-ah? Joon? Are you out here?" Jin calls through the bushes.

"Over here," Namjoon calls back.

He leans his forehead against yours and waits for Jin to stumble across the pair of you.

"Well, don't you two look cosy." Jin comments smiling at the pair of you. "And you look like you're feeling a bit better."

He reaches out and ruffles Namjoon's hair.

"The others sent me to find you, they want to play some game in the pool and apparently we need teams of four." He says.

Jin holds out his hand and helps you off of Namjoon's lap. You cringe when you feel how clammy your palm is in his. Suddenly, you could think of nothing more refreshing than a dip in the pool.

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katnisspeetaprim · 1 year

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At The Concert

Jung Hoseok/Reader

Summary: Hoseok was quite insistent that you come to this show in particular...

Warnings: Female reader, established relationship, idol!au, set around 2018 during the LY tour but not that important, fluff, crying, mentions of being anxious, marriage proposal.

Word Count: 1226 M.list

BTS were about halfway through their current tour, giving maximum effort each show they did. You always tried your best to attend as many of their shows as you could, since getting to spend time with Hoseok when he was on tour was scarce enough as it was.

For this specific show, Hobi had asked you some time ago to make sure you had time

off to attend and you weren’t sure why, maybe because it was the closest show on the tour to your home town? If that were the case though, you would have been there either way so you found it quit strange how pushy he was being about you attending.

You were currently backstage, watching the boys run around the stage from the wings. A lot of the time you just watched on the TV in the dressing room or private area in the audience, since you always felt like you were in the way just standing around backstage but, due to some particularly insistent staff members, you were side stage.

The boys performance was amazing as usual. Watching them perform never failed to brighten up your day. Once they finished their current song, it was time for them to line up and talk to the audience.

One by one they spoke lovingly to ARMY before they all fell silent and turned to face Hobi. They all watched as he stepped forward once again, all sporting wide and gummy smiles.

‘I know this is strange but I hope you ARMY will indulge me.’ The audience cheered loudly as Hoseok spoke. You looked on confused, not sure what he was up to.

‘When me and Y/N went public, we were shocked by the amount of support we got from all of you. We’d been together quite a while by then so it was important to us that we had your support.’ He continued to speak. Though you couldn’t see his face from your position you knew he was nervous but still smiling, you however were shocked. Why was he bringing you up? It was at this moment that you began to notice that some of the staff around you were throwing glances in your direction, making your nerves flare up and also feel a little self conscious. Did they know what was going on?

‘I know she’s going to hate me for this...’ He chuckled to himself, ‘Jagi come out here please.’ He turned back to face where you were standing, his arm outstretched and giving you a small smile. The audience screamed at the unusual turn.

Your mouth fell open in shock. You looked around at the staff for help, only to find smiling faces looking back at you, some of them even ushering you forwards onto the stage. Surely this wasn’t for real.

When no movement came from you, both Jungkook and Jimin ran towards you in an attempt to pull you out. They were laughing as they spoke to you.

‘Come on noona!’ Jungkook grabbed onto your right arm whilst Jimin grasped your left.

‘What’s going on!?’ You stuttered, still not willing to move.

‘Just trust us Y/N! You know we would never let anything bad happen to you!’ Jimin coaxed, trying to ease your nerves a little. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding before you nodded. You knew what he said was true so you didn’t really have any choice but to trust them right now.

They both grinned at you again before excitedly pulling you onto the stage.

Blush crept up onto your cheeks when the crowd started to scream your name upon coming into view.

The two younger boys lead you over to Hobi, who in turn wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. He pulled back and gave you a bright smile, you keeping your hands firmly on his arms.

‘What’s happening?’ You were smiling but couldn’t help but cringe as your voice got picked up by his microphone. Causing all the boys to let out small laughs.

Speaking of...You noticed the 6 other boys lined up behind the two of you, all either grinning ear to ear or bouncing up and down with excitement.

Hobi took a step back, taking one of your hands in his before he started to speak.

‘Y/N you are the love of my life. You’ve been with me through thick and thin and you were always there for me, back when I was still training. All your support made me the man I am today.’ Oh...Was this really happening? You could feel your emotions building up in your chest as he spoke from his heart.

‘I really lucked out, getting the most amazing person in the world to date me back then. Being together all these years has made me realise I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you....So...’

It was then that he got down on one knee, pulling out a small velvet box from his jacket pocket. You knew it was coming after his speech, but it didn’t do anything to stop the tears flowing down your face, both your hand coming up to cover your mouth as the happy tears fell. Hobi opened the box to reveal the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. He really put effort into doing the research on what kind of jewellery you liked, talking none stop with your friends and mother to make sure he got the perfect ring.

‘Will you marry me?’ He beamed up at you, crowd going even more crazy, not believing they got to witness this in person. The boys in the back all holding onto each other in anticipation, hardly able to control themselves.

Unable to speak at that moment in time you nodded vigorously, hiding your face in your hands before taking his and pulling him to a standing position. You pulled him into a kiss, hands on either side of his face, while his hands came to rest on your wrists. You were now oblivious to the crowd, deaf to their screams. Right now it was just you and Hobi.

The two of you were only pulled out of the moment when the 6 other boys ran up to you both to congratulate you. Hoseok pulled away and took your shaking hand in his once again, to slip the ring onto your finger. You admired the ring before you felt your lip start to tremble again so you pulled him in for one last hug, which he was happy to accept. Hoseok made sure to cover his mic before whispering to you. ‘We’ll all celebrate properly later ok?’ he nodded slightly before placing a final quick peck on you lips. He placed his arm around your shoulders as he lead you back to the wings, and onto a waiting chair. Good. Your legs were like jelly. He pecked your cheek before quickly running back out onto the stage.

‘Ah she said no guys. Can you believe that?’ He joked as soon as he was back out, causing his members and the audience to laugh. You lightly shook your head, smiling at his antics.

After the show that night you knew you would all be going out to celebrate like he said, and you couldn’t wait for what would come after.

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sweetestofchaos · 7 months

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𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝖡𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉, 𝖸/𝖭 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇. 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝖥𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖲𝖥𝖶, 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖮𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖠𝖴 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝖩𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌!𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇, 𝖶𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖳𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟤.𝟨𝖪 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛: 𝖲𝗂𝗑

a/n: banner made by @itaeewon. story dividers by @firefly-graphics. support banner by @benkeibear. also this fic is not betaed at all...so yeah. sorry for mistakes.

𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 // 𝑁𝑒𝑥𝑡 // 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

Y/N stands out front of Taehyung and Jungkook’s apartment with a bottle of wine tucked away in her oversized bag. The scent of ginger creeps from the crack in the door and her mouth waters as she pictures all the different dishes that could be made with the single ingredient. The sound of laughter gets closer to the door and a moment after the door opens. Jungkook’s eyes are crinkled as he greets Y/N with a wide smile, showing off his white, bunny-like teeth.

“Y/N-ah!” Jungkook throws his arms around Y/N’s shoulders and hugs her tightly to which she wraps her arms around his slim waist. “Just in time! Seokjin hyung, finished the first dish!”

“Seokjin?” Y/N questions as Jungkook releases her and ushers her into his home.

“Hyung is one of Taehyung’s friends, their families go way back. He owns a restaurant and offered to cater our workshop.” Jungkook explains as he shuts and locks the front door. “Hyung makes really yummy food, too. You’re gonna love it!”

Y/N removes her boots and Jungkook sets a pair of house slippers in front of her, giggling at the little mermaid socks she is wearing. Y/N narrows her eyes playfully and Jungkook laughs once more as he pulls her farther into the apartment.

“Y/N-ah is here!” Jungkook announces and Y/N sees a few unfamiliar faces in the living room while Taehyung and a taller man with wide shoulders stand in the kitchen. Jungkook introduces Y/N to the three people in the living room, coworkers of both Taehyung and Jungkook. In the kitchen, Seokjin wipes his hands on the towel hanging from the waistband of his apron and offers his hand to Y/N.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N-ssi. These two have not shut up about you.”

“I hope they haven’t told you anything too insane. It’s nice to meet you, Seokjoon-ssi.”

��Your Korean is beautiful. Though I would expect nothing less from someone representing the Kims.”

“Enough flattery, Hyung! Let’s eat!” Taehyung interrupts and pulls Y/N into a hug. “It’s good to see you again, Y/N noona.”

“You look as handsome as ever Taehyungie.”

Taehyung’s face heats up and he gives Y/N’s waist a squeeze before he shows her to the dining room table where the others are now seated.

“Oh! Before I forget-” Y/N pulls the bottle of wine from her purse and Taehyung grins.

“You got our favorite wine?”

“Jungkook mentioned that you were running low.”

Sitting at her desk, Y/N mutters to herself as she types away on the keyboard in front of her quickly. A very important email was somehow missed and now Y/N is trying to save face without letting Namjoon know that one of the other employees dropped the ball. The email is from Jung Hoseok, the manager of the one and only Park Jimin, the up and coming actor. It seems that Park Jimin would like permission to shadow one of the employees to get himself ready for his next role as a personal assistant. His time with the company would be a month long and he would like to shadow Namjoon's company because a friend of Jimin’s did business with Namjoon’s uncle.

The phone beside Y/N rings and she quickly answers it without a second of hesitation.

“Thank you for calling Kim Corporations. You have reached the office of Kim Namjoon, this is Y/N speaking. How may I direct your call?”

“Y/N! Oh my god, I-I tried to stop them, I swear I did!”

“W-What are you talking about? Take a breath and explain, please?” Y/N glances at her computer and sees a few messages pop up in the instant messenger. As the young woman at the front desk explains what’s going on, Y/N reads over the messages and her eyes wide.

“Okay, okay. I got it. Thank you for telling me, I have to go!”

Y/N hangs up the phone and quickly sends out a mess message to the whole floor, excluding Namjoon for everyone to tidy up because Park Jimin is on his way up. Standing from her seat, Y/N smooths out her cream colored pleated skirt that stops above the knees and walks over to Namjoon’s door. She knocks three times before she opens the door and steps inside quickly. Namjoon is at his desk with the phone held up to his ear with his shoulder while he types away on his desktop.

Walking across the room quickly, Y/N grabs the notepad that is sitting on the desk along with a pen and scrabbles out a message to let him know that the actor Park Jimin is on his way to the office right now. She slides the note over to Namjoon and he shoots Y/N a confused look before he grabs the notepad and reads what she wrote. Namjoon frowns and licks his lips before he nods his head and holds up five fingers. He will end the call within five minutes and be ready. Y/N nods her head and gives Namjoon a thumbs up before she hurries out of the room and takes her seat at the desk once more.

Using the mirror that she keeps on her desk, Y/N double checks her makeup and tightens the bow that is tied at her waist from her blush colored blouse. She wears her hair in a twisted out style with a matching blush headband that keeps the coils out of her face. Reaching into the top drawer, Y/N grabs her Uuma lipstick in ‘she tore’ and applies the tinted color to her lips. A message from Ian pops up on the computer screen and Y/N takes a deep breath. Park Jimin is on the floor and making his way to Namjoon’s office. A notification from her email blinks in the corner and Y/N opens it to see that Namjoon has requested Yoongi to join the sudden meeting. Yoongi has responded that he will be there right after he finishes up a phone call and Y/N feels a little better knowing that she will not have to worry too much about taking notes of marketing questions.

The sound of heels clicking on the floor catches Y/N’s attention and she smiles at the sight of Park Jimin in all his glory. The man is stunning, with auburn colored hair style out of his eyes and to the side. He wears a light blue ribbed mock turtleneck sweater, tucked into a pair of off white trousers with a thin cream belt around his waist. White Chelsea boots cover his feet while a chunky silver chain hangs from his neck, twisted silver hooped earrings swing in his ears; both his wrists have a silver chain bracelet on them with a total of three simple silver rings resting on his fingers. Park Jimin is stunning as is his manager, Jung Hoseok who is walking a step behind him. Hoseok wears an all black ensemble, consisting of a plain black turtleneck sweater, black trousers and black loafers. He isn’t wearing any jewelry but his eyes shine brightly behind a pair of black framed ray bans.

Y/N stands and walks around her desk, bowing politely to both Jimin and Hoseok as they stand in front of her. Jimin stares at Y/N with a soft smile on his face and offers his hand, “Park Jimin and you are my dear?”

“Y/N. Thank you both for coming today.”

“Nonesenese,” Hoseok speaks up when Jimin shakes Y/N’s hand. “Thank you for seeing us on such short notice. I can only imagine how busy Namjoon-ssi must be.”

Y/N shakes her head while smiling, “Manager Kim is thankful for your time and thoughtfulness. It’s not everyday that an actor requests a meeting.”

Jimin laughs lightly and fiddles with one of his rings, “This business comes highly recommended and I would be a fool to ignore such praise.” Jimin eyes Y/N and raises an eyebrow. “Though no one told me there would be such a-”

“Secretary Y/N?”

Yoongi’s voice cuts through whatever pickup line Jimin was about to say and Y/N is thankful. SHe really did not want to have to put Jimin in his place before they could have a contract made up and signed. Yoongi easily puts himself between Jimin and Y/N as he introduces himself with a firm handshake. A beep catches Y/N’s attention and she clears her throat, making all eyes turn to her.

“Manager Kim is ready for everyone, please follow me.”

Y/N opens the door to Namjoon’s office and Hoseok enters first followed by Jimin and Yoongi. Y/N enters the room last and gathers the files that Namjoon had printed himself and set aside on his desk. As the men all introduce themselves to each other, Y/N sets the files down on the stand alone table in Namjoon’s office for his more private meetings. The men all gather around and sit, ignoring Y/N as she moves about silently. Namjoon reaches out and his fingers lightly graze, Y/N’s wrist making her stop as she stands by his side.

“Can you bring in a few refreshments? I placed a coffee order and that will be here shortly.”

“As you wish, Mister Kim.”

Namjoon turns his attention to the men in the room and raises an eyebrow, “Would anyone like anything? Any restrictions?”

“I would love a white chocolate muffin!” Jimin grins and Hoseok rolls his eyes but does nothing to stop him.

“I’m fine, Y/N-ssi, thank you.” Yoongi offers a slight smile and Y/N turns her attention to Hsoeok who politely declines.

“I will be back shortly. I have my phone on me, so please do not hesitate to contact me if you wish for anything else.” Y/N bows and leaves the room knowing that Namjoon can handle notes while she is away.

Outside of the room, Y/N lets out a deep sigh and shakes her head. This is going to be a long day.

Y/N looks at the clock in the corner of the computer screen and clicks her tongue. It’s already an hour past the scheduled time for her and Namjoon to be there and she has not heard a word from him. Her phone lights up with a notification and she smiles looking at the screen. Taehyung is in the parking lot waiting for her. They agreed to meet after she got off work to do a little shopping for the workshop. Y/N feels like she doesn’t have anything work appropriate when it comes to lounge wear, so Taehyung offered to go shopping with her since he had nothing else to do.

Standing up from her desk, Y/N shoots Taehyung a quick message to let him know that she will be a few more moments. Knocking on Namjoon’s door three times, Y/N waits shortly to see if he answers. Hearing nothing, Y/N opens the door and pokes her head in. Namjoon is sitting at his desk, his black button up shirt has the first four buttons undone and his sleeves are rolled up his arms. His glasses are sitting low on the bridge of his nose and his hair is messy, like he has run his hand through it a few times.

“Joon?” Y/N calls out softly seeing that he is focused on the computer screen in front of him. “Namjoon?” Y/N calls once more and Namjoon’s head snaps up making Y/N jump from the sudden movement.

“Did you say something, Poppy?”

A smile pulls at Y/N’s lips and she shakes her head while walking over to stand by Namjoon’s side. Y/N places an arm over his shoulders and Namjoon pushes away from the desk. He removes his glasses and tosses them onto his desk before he wraps an arm around Y/N waist and smushes his face into her stomach. Y/N laughs as runs her fingers through his hair. Namjoon’s body melts and his weight presses into Y/N making her dig her heels into the floor a little more.

“I think it’s time to call it, Joon. It’s getting late.”

Namjoon groans with a shake of his head, his nose tickling Y/N’s stomach as he does so. “I still have to read over a few more papers and sign off on things.”

“Can’t you just come in early tomorrow?”

“You got somewhere to be, Poppy?”

“Taehyung is waiting for me in the parking lot. We’re going shopping.”

Namjoon lifts his face, his chin inches away from Y/N’s belly button as he stares up at her. His eyes are tired and there is an unreadable expression on his face. His brows are pinched, his lips are turned into a pout and the grip on Y/N’s hips tightens.

“You never hang out with me anymore.”

Y/N sighs and lowers herself to sit in Namjoon’s lap, her butt perched on his knees. “Joonie, you’re being dramatic.”

“I am not.”

“We hung out-”

“Two weeks ago.”

“It wasn’t that long ago.” Y/N tries to brush off Namjoon’s claims but the way his eyes narrow and his jaw clenches, she knows that it’s the truth.

“If I come in early tomorrow can I come shopping with you and Taehyung?”

“Joonie…”

“Please? I’ll carry all the bags. I-I miss you.”

Y/N sucks her teeth at Namjoon’s confession and pulls him into a hug. She kisses the top of his head as Namjoon buries his nose into her neck and sighs.

“How about we have dinner, hum? I’ll pick something up on the way home, okay?”

“Spend the night at mine?”

“You’re really gonna milk this huh?” Namjoon whines and nips at Y/N’s shoulder making her squeak and push his face away from her. “Okay, okay. I’ll spend the night, but you’re driving tomorrow.”

“I’m okay with that.”

“Oh, wait-”

“You still have clothes from the last time you came over.”

“Are they appropriate for work?”

“Maybe? I don’t really remember.”

Y/N’s phone goes off with a notification and she pulls away from Namjoon but he locks her in his arms. Cupping her cheek with one hand, he nuzzles their noses together before he kisses the tip of her nose.

“Be safe.”

“I’ll see you later tonight, Joon.” Y/N kisses the space in between Namjoon’s eyebrows and gives him a tight hug before he lets her go.

Waving over her shoulder, Y/N leaves Namjoon’s office and Namjoon sighs. He cannot wait for the merger workshop to be finished with, so that he can have Y/N all to himself once again. He shakes his head and sits back in his chair, looking at his computer screen. He still needs to finish this report and send it to the shareholders. He glances at the clock and clicks his tongue. A few more minutes won’t hurt. He can clean up his apartment before Y/N gets there and maybe grab a few snacks and something to drink as well. Honestly, Namjoon doesn’t want to come to work tomorrow, so he might just work from home which means Y/N can spend the day with him as well. Smirking to himself, Namjoon sets his hands on the keyboard and starts typing. It’s decided, he will work a half day tomorrow from home with Y/N by his side.

𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 // 𝑁𝑒𝑥𝑡

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blu-joons · 2 years

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The Boys Meet Your Newborn For The First Time ~ Kim Namjoon

A sigh escaped from you as you dropped down onto the sofa, looking around your apartment. It was a mess, as Namjoon tried to tidy it up as best as he could, hearing his phone vibrate in his back pocket as he pushed all of the clutter on the table to one corner of it.

“They’re on the road now,” Namjoon told you as he read through his phone, noticing a text from Jimin. “Enjoy the last few minutes of peace and quiet whilst you can.”

It was the day that you had been waiting for ever since your daughter arrived, the day the boys would finally come down to visit you. They had been pestering endlessly, calling nonstop, waiting for you to finally adjust and ask them to come over to you.

Namjoon had been the one between the two of you to tell the boys to wait, wanting to give the three of you time to settle. You had assured him that you were alright, but Namjoon wasn’t going to let you argue.

With the room looking a little more presentable, Namjoon returned to the two of you. “If one of them passes comment on the mess, I might actually swing for them today.”

“I think they’ll be a little preoccupied obsessing over Y/D/N to be honest.”

“Who can blame them? I mean we make pretty cute kids Y/N.”

A chuckle came from you, muffling the sound of the knock at your apartment door. You and Namjoon exchanged a glance before he stood up from the sofa, making his way through to the front door.

You didn’t even need to guess when Namjoon had opened the door as the noise picked up. The boys all squeezed past each other to get through the door quickly, rushing through the house until they got to you sat on the sofa. Each one of them stopped, staring at you with wide eyes.

Their steps became tiptoes as Jin at the front shushed all of the boys, noticing that your daughter was asleep in your arms. Neither of them wanted to be the one to disturb her as you shuffled forward so that they could get a better look.

You had never seen any of their eyes so wide as they looked down in awe, stunned by just how tiny she was in your hold.

“You guys, she just looks adorable.”

“I can’t wait to give her all the cuddles in the world.”

As Namjoon caught back up with everyone, he encouraged them to take a seat, making sure that they gave you plenty of space. “I’m alright,” you told Namjoon as he ushered the boys back from you, at least a couple of metres away.

His instructions made all of the boys chuckle, left unsurprised by how aware he was when it came to you and your daughter. They all knew what he would be like, with Namjoon not letting any of them down at all.

“Can we hold her?” Hobi enquired from just beside you, pushing himself slightly more towards you, “if we can, can I be the first one?”

“I thought we agreed the eldest first,” Jin yelled out, quickly being shushed with a hand over his head.

Your eyes flickered all around as several of the boys pointed across to Jin, refusing to let Hobi be the first one to hold your daughter, breaking their agreement.

“How’s Namjoon as a dad then Y/N?” Jungkook asked as soon as Jin had your daughter, freeing you up for conversation. “Is he as protective as we all thought he would be? Is he watching you every minute of the day?”

“He’s not watching me all the time,” you assured all of the boys, “but I’d definitely say he’s watching me most of the time.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened as you stitched him up, unable to stop yourself from laughing. “Excuse me for wanting to make sure that nothing bad happens to the two of you,” he frowned in response, poking his tongue out at you as another laugh escaped you.

It only took a few minutes before Yoongi started to get bouncy, with his eyes firmly watching over Jin. You could tell exactly what he wanted, and as fifteen minutes passed of Jin holding onto your daughter, Yoongi gave him a nudge, pointing to his watch and then holding his arms out to be able to take your daughter.

Namjoon caught onto them too, furrowing his brows across at him. “Are you timing how long each of you can hold her? You do know that she’s our daughter, not your daughter, right?”

“We’re making sure that it’s fair for everyone,” Jimin explained in reply to Namjoon, “most of us were convinced that Jin would hold her and keep her, so this way we can make sure that everyone gets a hold.”

Your head shook too as Jin reluctantly passed your daughter across for Yoongi to hold. “That was the fastest fifteen minutes of my life,” Jin laughed, “I swear she just looks at you and it’s like she’s got you transfixed or something.”

“I did tell you guys that she looks just like Y/N,” Namjoon proudly told them all, keeping his eyes flickering across to where Yoongi sat. “She’s definitely going to have all of you wrapped around her little finger in no time at all.”

None of the boys disagreed with what Namjoon had to say. Even before your daughter arrived, they were all spoiling her, and you, constantly showing up to the studio or your home with gifts that they had bought for her.

Just like Jin, Yoongi soon found himself lost too. “How does something so small manage to look so innocent? All she’s doing is lying here but I feel like she’s just untouchable.”

“She could get away with murder right now.”

Laughter came from around the room as Taehyung peered over Yoongi’s shoulder to take a look down at your daughter. “Hey, you’ll get your turn in an hour,” Yoongi frowned as soon as he noticed Taehyung’s presence beside him.

You couldn’t believe how protective the boys were around your daughter, making sure that every single person knew that they had their turn, with Yoongi turning his shoulder slightly to be able to block Taehyung off from watching.

“You guys are ridiculous,” you chuckled on the sofa, shaking your head in disbelief. “You’re going to have years with Y/D/N, you don’t all have to worry about having her for today and never seeing her again.”

“We’re each taking our turn Y/N.”

“I think we’re going to have to make sure that none of them walks out of the front door with our daughter,” Namjoon called out to you, knowing exactly what all of them were like. “I have a feeling that one of them might steal.”

The boys all looked at you, shaking their heads, but even you could tell that after just a few minutes with your daughter, they didn’t want to be away from her again.

“It’s not our fault that you two make such adorable babies,” Jungkook warned the two of you. “You know, I think it would be a pretty good idea if we just moved in here for a while, think about how much we could help you.”

“Absolutely not,” Namjoon scoffed, shutting him down, “you would be no help at all, you’d all just be staring at Y/D/N all day.”

Their heads all nodded once again, “can’t we just stay for tonight? We all want to spend as much time as possible with Y/D/N.”

“You’ve got the rest of your lives with her.”

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yoongsisbae · 1 year

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V is for Villain 1/3

What does it mean to be a villain? What does it really mean to be a vigilante? A vanquisher of evil or a victor for the good? Stories praise the fall of devils, cheer at the marvels of the virtuous, and forget the victorious tell a version conveniently veiling their own atrocities. Evilness was once the brightest star in heaven. And goodness, well, morality can so often be contentious. This time, there is the hero with the strength of a hundred men, there is the villain that can vanish his vulnerabilities in a very instant, and then there’s you.

Continuation to Your Friendly Neighborhood Superhero, RM. Superhero/Super Villain AU. Taehyung x y/n x Namjoon love triangle (or rhombus if you wanna count Yoongi :P)

Warnings: lots of backstory but it's cute, love-hate relationship, soft yandere tae, pda, eventual smut, unhinged y/n (will you forgive her?)

Word Count: 7.5k

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“V, show yourself!” RM roars. He’s a terrifying sight, drenched from head to toe, wet hair pushed away from his eyes so his intimidating stare is perfectly seen, cape billowing in the storm. Lightning flashes and you see him clearly, Hoseok’s rain washing the blood away from his face and neck, a magnificently frightening sight that makes your stomach drop.

What are you supposed to do?! What is the right choice...

In RM’s mind, you’ve already chosen. You ran towards Taehyung and he gripped your hand, disapparating the pair of you. Taehyung’s fingers interlock with yours, squeezing tightly, keeping you and him invisible. Taehyung knows better, he knows you only did this to keep RM from hurting himself any further. You really are aggravating…Taehyung sighs, disappointed, his anger turning into an idea-

V laughs softly so only you can hear, grips your hand in a crushing vice, and then, doing the thing you least expected, he unveils himself and you…

“No....” you gasp, looking at him in disbelief.

“You’re going to have to make a real choice now, Love,” V whispers.

“It’s over. All of it.” RM says sternly. “No one else will die, except for you.” He looks directly at V.

‘Joon, no…’

You realize there was no other choice.

He had become too powerful…

You had to stop him…

You were going to have to kill him…

-22 WEEKS EARLIER-

“Mayor Kim, welcome!”

The frantic event coordinator ushers Taehyung and his staff through the tent, towards the stage. The rally is enormous, the sound of the crowd carries into the closed tent area causing everyone to yell their questions at Mayor Kim. Taehyung smiles, he never would have imagined this would be his life…

Most of his childhood he just wanted to be invisible. Until it really happened…

-ACTIVATION-

“What the hell is that?!” Jimin points at the green orb in the sky, barreling straight for the trio.

“...Run!” Jungkook yells, sprinting away from the ominous object.

Jimin curses, running after his friend, Taehyung turning and following quickly behind.

Everything starts to become illuminated in a sickly green color and Taehyung dares a look behind him as the meteor descends past the skyline down into the forest.

‘What is that thing?!’ Taehyung could feel it, an intense aura that surrounded everything in sight. It dashed through the forest enveloping everything and everyone.

The trio was hit first. Then the two oldest, Yoongi and Seokjin who were on the other side of the forest. Seokjin was trying to convince his younger friend to stop coming to school late, Yoongi’s grades were going to suffer! he said.

Yoongi, who whined that Seokjin wasn’t exactly helping the problem dragging him all the way out into the forest late at night when he should be sleeping, saw the orb, heard the crash, and didn’t get any sleep for the rest of the night as the effects hit him and Seokjin almost immediately.

You and Namjoon were far enough away to only notice the odd green falling star in the sky. The trees ruffling back and forth could be mistaken for the wind at that point, you were too engrossed in each other to pay too much attention to what was passing over you and through you anyways.

The effects of the meteor even hit the outskirts of the forest, right into a scared young Hoseok who had been desperately biking away from the green glowing sight.That was the start of everything. A shift happened and now you all were on a collision course much much larger and much more destructive than just a bus inside a courtroom. And there would be casualties. But this isn’t their story, or even your story. This is a story about Taehyung, when Taehyung became V.

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The crowd is even louder now so close to speech time. It didn’t matter if you supported Mayor Kim or not, everyone wanted to see the captivating politician speak. “Big crowd, eh? I still remember when it was only the five of us who would have to listen to your crazy ideas!”

“You okay?” Taehyung asks Jin, checking in on the mind reader, worried that Jin’s powers were doing more harm than good at the moment.

Jin raises his brow, clicking his tongue, “No complaints here!” he winks, dismissing Taehyung’s worries. Unless Seokjin really concentrated on a single person, the rumbling of their combined voices mimicked the sounds of their thoughts, big crowds like this made Seokjin feel damn near normal for once. Everyone, not just him, was suffering from the noise. And Seokjin, who had become used to the chaos, considered himself to have the advantage.

He pats Taehyung’s shoulder, Jin’s voice speaking clearly now in Taehyung’s thoughts so the mind reader didn’t have to yell. ‘I’m excited to get this show on the road. Now go be the perfect distraction, Mayor.’

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You yawn, imagining all the ways you can get away from this boring bureaucratic display and start staring at the way Taehyung’s adam’s apple bobs up and down every time he speaks. ‘What is he talking about again?’ Some new clean air legislation he wants to propose to the state governor. He is rallying support from neighboring cities, calling for help not only from other mayors, but from the people. ‘He has nice lips,’ you think, focusing on the way he licks them when he’s thinking of what to say next.

The people love him and you don’t blame them, it will be easy to put pressure on the other mayors. But lately, even with pressure from their voter base, their donors always have the last say. You’re here because for the other mayors to agree, Taehyung is going to need some leverage. You’d like to leverage something between his legs.

They always include you now, which is a nice sentiment, but you rather be doing literally anything else, speaking of doing, you wonder where Namjoon is…

You can’t help but mull over your strained relationship with your old childhood friend turned superhero.

In the course of your very tumultuous relationship, you were currently sailing a small wave of harmony.

You had helped RM stop an up-and-coming crime lord, which to this day you deny, you were just in the right place at the right time, and instead of suspecting you of ulterior motives (something you have grown used to even if you do despise the implications) RM instead thanked you.

While waiting around for police to come carry said criminal away, to keep Joon’s attention you might have divulged a small hint about V’s next target, which you also vehemently deny, thus putting yourself in the superhero’s good graces.

For the first time in a long time, you had your friend back, if only for that one night, because (and this is something the superhero would also deny) Namjoon missed you like crazy.

There was one thing you both couldn’t deny, you knew each other better than anyone else. You could see Namjoon needed a friend to talk to, you could feel his loneliness because you felt it too, and Namjoon could see the longing behind your indifferent attitude, a feeling he shared...

So after the arrest you both went to the highest building in the city and you stayed there all night talking, nothing of really importance, but catching up with Namjoon meant the world to you nonetheless.

It was like all your problems stayed down there in the city dregs, unable to reach the heights where you and Namjoon stood. Alone together, you could be cordial with each other, talking and listening and talking, refusing to leave even when your eyes felt heavy and you could barely concentrate on anything but the warmth of his body and the comfort Namjoon just naturally exudes, a sense of security that had you falling asleep against his shoulder...

Namjoon carried you home to keep an eye of you. That was Namjoon’s excuse as to why you woke up in his bed.

It’s happened a few times since then, sometimes you really were in the right place at the right time. Was it fate? You and Namjoon always seem to naturally gravitate towards one another...

You’re not crossing any lines, you and Namjoon are past that, according to both of you, but falling asleep next to your old friend, his hard muscles pressed close to yours and his slumbering face against your shoulder, that’s where you want to be right now.

And then in the morning, when he’s not thinking about the principles of good and evil and leans into your warmth, when he doesn’t move away as your lips bump his forehead, his morning wood poking your thigh....

You quickly remove the embarrassing smile off your face and unclutter your thoughts when you notice Jin smirking at you, replacing your grin with a scowl instead. ‘Tell anyone and I will find a way to rearrange your atoms to shrink your dick, understood?’

Seokjin opens his mouth in mocking shock, aghast.

You look around and catch the glare of Yoongi’s yellow sunglasses in the sunlight as he stands twenty bodies away, completely immersed in his cell.

It’s comical how unfazed Yoongi is amongst the jeers and cheers of the crowd. Then you look behind you and smile when you see Jungkook’s cute wide-eyed expression as he listens to Mayor Kim’s speech, completely distracted from his mission.

‘Cute,’ you think. It’s not like you too weren’t distracted moments ago, but you’re wondering how you three got entrusted with this...

They want this scheme to succeed, don’t they?

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‘You know she’s started seeing Kim Namjoon again,’ Seokjin lets Taehyung know telepathically.

Taehyung is smiling at the crowd, waving. He does not falter even if inside he’s mentally cursing.

‘Does Yoongi know?’ he asks the mind reader.

Seokjin scans the crowd and scrutinizes the tech-talker in question. ‘He has his suspicions,’ he deduces.

‘Let me handle it.’ he thinks. ‘And our plan?’

Seokjin catches your bored face. You’re looking around into the crowd, lost in your thoughts, and Seokjin finds what he’s looking for. ‘She’s all in,’ the mind reader lets Taehyung know. ‘That’s not the problem. I don’t trust her-’

‘It’s okay, Jin. Remember, you didn’t trust me when we first met either…’

Jin, had been the last person (besides you) to join Taehyung. He had reluctantly became part of their world because he wanted to make his old friend and resident tech-talker happy, the person who had been by his side at his worst, and Yoongi wanted to befriend Taehyung and his friends because he knew they could help his friend Jin, who at that time never really got a hold of his powers as well as Yoongi and had been suffering since high school.

Back then it had been so much easier. Now Taehyung has so many people counting on him, an entire city of people. And the weight on his shoulders feel even heavier, Taehyung would take on the weight of the world if he could.

He never expected he would be thrown into the spotlight, most of his childhood he wished to hide, away from his father who left bruises on him anytime he would act out. Then after the meteor-falling, Taehyung spent his teenage years learning how good it could feel to hide, get away with things he could only dream of. His new powers let him feel invincible when Taehyung was invisible. Hiding became not for self preservation, but self liberation.

And so Taehyung spent most of his adulthood stalking in the shadows, getting things done. Then he realized he had a talent for commanding an audience, and it sure felt good to be finally seen.

You, however, were not looking at him, he notices, as you meander in the massive gathered crowd. He might as well be invisible.

He looks down at the podium, quickly gathering himself. He will make you see him.

-A VERY LONG TIME AGO-

“Your friend is Kim Seokjin?” Yoongi won’t look Taehyung in the eyes and Jin winces, turning the earbuds he religiously kept in his ears to full volume.

Taehyung remembers how the charismatic upperclassmen seemed to had fallen off the face of the earth in his last year, “Ahhh...so what is it? Something powerful, yeah?”

Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook try to look like they aren’t paying attention, sitting around the corners of the room. Yoongi looks over his shoulder, watching Seokjin fidget on the spot. “Can I tell him?”

“That’s why we are here, aren’t we?” Jin mutters, very well aware he is the center of everyone’s attention.

Jin had good reason to be weary, he could hear all their deepest thoughts, the ones you would never admit out loud, desires to change the world...but changing it into a place where Taehyung and his friends came out on top.

Back then Yoongi’s power was only just strong enough to tap into small electronics and local CCTV. That’s where he first saw the mysterious group, he recognized their faces as his former classmates’ and spied things he would have believed were video anomalies if he didn’t know better. And once Yoongi realized who they were and what they were, the tech talker immediately tracked them down.

Jin and Yoongi had a long talk following his revelation, in which Yoongi finally asked Jin,“You barely leave your room, I haven’t been able to find a decent job in the city since we moved here, do you even know how much our rent is every month? How do you think I pay for it? ATMs are very friendly here, Jin, but... We need them, and they need us.”

“Hey...” Taehyung looks past Yoongi to Jin who seems to want to disappear from everyone’s sights, a feeling Taehyung was all too familiar with. “Seokjin…everyone here,” he gestures around to the group, “we’ve all been there, unable to control our powers-”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Jin shuts his eyes, the music is at maximum volume and yet he can’t stop the thoughts running through him as the men recollect the first time they used their powers. “Let’s cut to the part where you help me turn it off.”

The men exchange glances. “You don’t, um, turn it off,” Hoseok interjects. “Sometimes I wish we could…” he looks down guiltily, “but that doesn’t mean you can’t find, well, peace...” Seokjin snorts, hearing Hoseok’s chaotic thoughts whirling around like a storm from behind his tight lipped silence.

Seokjin can’t take anymore, why is it that their thoughts are so much louder than everyone else’s? “Can you all just stop thinking so damn loud!”

Remembering Yoongi’s earlier conversation with him, Taehyung puts everything together, and Seokjin doesn’t know whether to yell or cry listening to Yoongi’s worried confession in Taehyung’s thoughts.

Seokjin looks up at Taehyung as he works through the mind reader’s predicament. He pulls out an earbud, glancing over at the youngest man in the room, “He can do that?”

Taehyung nods. “Jungkook, can you hop him somewhere where it’s quiet, so he can relax for a bit.”

“Oh! ‘Ay-ay.” Before Yoongi could protest, Jungkook stood up and disappeared, reappearing just as quickly in front of the oldest and grabbing onto his shoulders, disappearing together.

“See you soon!” Jungkook smiles before leaving Seokjin all alone...in the middle of the Sahara.

Seokjin looks around, listening to…nothing. Even his own thoughts seemed quiet as the wind picked up and whipped around him.

‘…damn…it’s…hot.’ Seokjin laughs to himself, it’s been awhile since he was the only person in his head.

Seokjin sighs...then smiles at the beaming sun.

After a while (too short of a time in Seokjin’s opinion) Jungkook appears with Taehyung in tow then disappears leaving the two men alone.

“You’re gonna force me then, huh?” Seokjin speaks up after a long amount of silence, Taehyung being very unquiet in his mind, calling out to the mind reader over and over again.

‘The more you allow yourself to use your powers, the easier it might be to control them, ever thought of that?’

“I’ve been kind of too busy listening to everyone else’s thoughts!” Seokjin snaps back, kicking sand in Taehyung’s direction.

Taehyung, to his credit, was a person who rarely loses his temper. Instead he just smiles encouragingly, hands in his pockets. ‘Well, it’s just yours and my thoughts now...so...c’mon and try.’

---

Green light. A rumbling.

Taehyung couldn’t outrun whatever had been in the night sky. The meteor impact and the crash that followed knocked Taehyung off his feet. He was thrown to the ground by the force, his head knocking on the hard dirt, falling unconscious.

When he finally woke up, he thought he was having a heart attack by the way his chest was pounding, by the tingling in his fingertips, and how disoriented he felt.

Taehyung stumbled through the forest until he caught up with Jungkook, who was lying on the ground in the fetal position.

“J-Jungkook?”

Jungkook flinches, screaming when Taehyung touches him.

“Hey, a-are you okay? Where’s Jimin?”

“Taehyung?” Jungkook looks around frantically, “W-Where are you?!”

“What?!” He grabs Jungkook’s shoulder again and Jungkook shakes him off, looking around like he’s just seen a ghost.

“Jungkook! JUNGKOOK.”

“W-Where the fuck are you?” Jungkook spins around, his frightened stare passing right over Taehyung.

Taehyung looks down at his hand, it’s there. He sees it.

When he moves timidly closer to his friend, waving it in front of his face slowly, Jungkook doesn’t react.

“Jungkook!”

Jungkook flinches again, and then, Jungkook feels his inside twist…

“Not agai-”

Taehyung falls backwards, wide-eyed and speechless…

“Why are you showing me this?” Seokjin interjects. “I already know Jungkook can teleport.”

‘So you understand where we are all coming from, and how we controlled our powers. It wasn’t easy for us either.’

“Fine, let’s get this backstory over with,” Seokjin mumbles, lying back down in the sand, relaxing under the sun.

“…J-Jungkook?” He was just there. And now he’s not! Taehyung yells out his name frantically, and Jimin’s too, walking around in circles.

Jungkook could hear Taehyung, but why couldn’t Taehyung hear them! ‘Why can’t we see each other?!’ Taehyung was all alone, deep in the forest, his two best friends vanished from sight, and Taehyung has a sinking feeling it all had something to do with that green light...

Aliens? Government experiment? A falling radioactive star? Ball of magic? Taehyung thinks of every possible thing it could be. What the hell could it have been?!

Suddenly there was a roaring, like nothing he has ever heard before. He looks around terrified, looking for the source-

“Oof!”

“Jungkook!”

Jungkook shivers. Fingers and toes numb with cold, shuddering again when he hears his name.

“I’m..I’m...”

“You need to calm dow-”

“Taehyung! Where the hell are you?!” Jungkook asks on the verge of tears.

“I’m here! I’m here!” Taehyung places his hand on Jungkook’s cold shoulder, trying to think of a reason why his friend still can’t see him.

“Can you see me? I’m, um, standing to your left.”

“No,” Jungkook cries, shaking, “And I…I…was here and then I was somewhere else and now I-I’m here again-”

“Take a deep breath-”

“I can’t! I can’t! It’s going to happen again, I feel it!” he wails. “I can't control it!”

“I’m here with you!”

“But I-I can’t see you!”

Taehyung’s heart hurts for his friend, he’s never seen Jungkook so terrified. He holds him tighter, hugging him.

“Taehyung!” For the first time since this ordeal, Jungkook is looking at Taehyung and not through him.

“You can see me?”

Jungkook nods, chewing on his bottom lip. “W-Where did Jimin go?!”

“I don’t know.” Taehyung pauses, “Somethi-”

In that moment Taehyung felt his insides twist and turn. And then the sky turns, encircling him, until everything was upside down. The sky was on the bottom and the ground was at his head and the world felt like it was spinning, or shifting, everything hot and cold and fast and slow all at once.

And then he landed on concrete.

“W-What t-the hell,” Taehyung groans.

Jungkook’s shoulders heave and he throws up on the side of a building.

It’s dusk, the pair are in an alley, the pebble gravel looking like nothing Taehyung was familiar with. “Oh shit, Jungkook,” he shakes his friend’s shoulder and Jungkook throws up again. “Ugh...you…we…we fucking teleported!”

“What?!”

“We teleported, man.”

“No way! I-I’m gonna be sick again.”

“Where the hell are we?”

“I think…in Athens.” Jungkook barfs up the remaining food in his stomach.

“What?!”

Jungkook lifts his head up a bit to point down the alleyway, at “That building, I think it’s a colosseum, it looks like the pictures on that cover...the book we were reading in our literature class.”

“You took us to ATHENS?!” Taehyung should start paying attention in school. How long would a plane ride home be? Oh god, how much?

“I didn’t mean to! It just keeps happening. Fuck, I just didn’t want to end up back in the Antarctic or wherever the hell I was.”

“Okay, so that means we can control it…somehow…” Taehyung decides. “We have to be able to control it…right?” He didn’t sound so confident, looking down at his hand. “Y-You can see me now?” Taehyung asks and Jungkook nods.

What did it feel like to be invisible...was there a difference? Taehyung wasn’t quite sure. How does one will himself not to be.

Taehyung takes a deep breath, inhaling slowly to concentrate. On what…he had no idea. But relaxing seemed better than being jittery and scared about it. And Taehyung’s calmness seemed to have an effect on the younger teenager as well, Jungkook starting to mirror his breathing.

“Jungkook, we can figure this out! Do you feel anything happening?” Jungkook shakes his head no, jumping when he hears a rat scurry between trash cans.

Taehyung had a good sense, he grabbed the younger man in anticipation, and lucky for him, Taehyung was right.

“Ugh! Shit, that’s going to take some getting used to.” Taehyung lies on the forest ground, dizzy again.

Jungkook curls into himself, fist pounding on the damp earth. “I don’t want to get used to this!” he curses. “Make it stop!”

The roar is back, closer, yet lower in pitch. Taehyung covers Jungkook’s body with his own, before Jungkook teleports them only a few meters away this time.

“W-Where are you?”

“Right here. You can’t see me again?” Hmm. Taehyung wanted to hide. Actually, it was an overwhelming sense to disappear that Taehyung felt in that moment. Maybe…

Jungkook lets out a surprised yelp. Eyes going wide as his friend rematerializes in front of him.

“You can see me!”

Jungkook nods, speechless. A large twig snaps. Taehyung reaches out for his friend but Jungkook has already gone from the spot.

Taehyung curses inwardly, hoping Jungkook is okay. “Who’s t-there?”

There is a whining noise behind the bushes, a very inhuman whining...

Taehyung repeats the question bravely. And instantly regrets finding out the answer.

A bear appears, standing on its hind legs, so large and tall its body eclipses the moon.

Taehyung should be terrified, but there were no bear sightings in this forest ever. Especially not a polar bear. The bear trips over its legs, and falls backwards with a grunt, its large paws holding its head.

“....wait, wait, wait, Jimin?!”

The bear makes a gurgling, grunting noise, high pitched and very un-bear-like.

“Oh shit…”

“IS THAT A FUCKING BEAR?!” Jungkook reappears and promptly disappears.

Jimin’s bear paws cover his bear eyes and he pulls his bear knees in. White fur shifts to something sleek, white, and feathery. Jimin’s large size begins to shrink as well, head shrinking and body shrinking until he is a very very tiny….chicken.

“Jimin, it’s going to be okay,” Taehyung pats his friend’s feathery head, lifting him up in his arms. “Are you trying to tell me something about our Jungkook?”

Jimin clucks, perturbed.

The next time Jungkook appears Taehyung tackles him to the ground. “Where were you?!”

Jungkook heaves, “...a…roller...c-c-”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” It’s going to be a long night.

“Bro, there’s a chicken on your head.”

The trio had gone all around the world trying to get a hold of their powers. Taehyung was the first to figure it out. He could only disappear and reappear, but he could do it on his own terms.

Jungkook was another story, and the reason the trio missed two full days of school. Once Taehyung convinced Jungkook his power was actually the coolest thing ever, the young teleporter could finally calm himself down enough to keep his body still and present.

And Jimin, who kept shifting into different animals and scaring innocent passerbys every time Jungkook teleported them to another location, had been the hardest to help.

Taehyung knew Jimin always had an image complex, however this power was totally out of hand!

But with a little encouragement, and a night of Taehyung and Jungkook telling an anxious alligator all the things they loved about their best friend, Jimin was able to finally shift back into himself.

The inseparable trio added another into the mix when they ran into their classmate Hoseok and recognized the sheer panic in the way he was acting, also noticing the intense heat that seemed to only exist in Hoseok’s vicinity.

By the time Taehyung and Jin found each other, Taehyung and his friends had just moved to the city after graduating. The younger group was a well oiled machine by that point, and conversely, Jin and Yoongi barely had a grip-

“I choose not to have a grip on my powers, by the way.” Jin mutters. “So what’s the catch? You’re not doing this out of the goodness of his heart, I know that.” Back then, just like now, Jin had no problem calling Taehyung out. “I came because Yoongi said you could help me. I want to stop hearing people’s thoughts, not do whatever the hell you’re thinking!”

Jin could see all the imaginative ways Taehyung believed his power could be used. Taehyung looked at Jin in almost reverence, imagining how many great things they could get done together.

Taehyung was the first to see a purpose in their powers and how they could work together. Alone, Jungkook had been a scared teleporter, his powers propelled him, but he had no direction. Alone, Jimin had been a shapeshifter that could gain freedom in his form, but was confined in so many other ways, unable to communicate with his friends. Alone, Hoseok was a force of nature, destructive more than he was productive, and alone, Taehyung could disappear, move undetected and get away with a lot, but it was so small in comparison to what Taehyung wanted, it was not enough.

But together? The scared little rabbit turned into a master hopper, taking his friends wherever they wanted to go. The shapeshifter learned how to transform into exactly what the group needed, becoming the perfect diversion, or tool, or weapon. The weathered man became a weather wonder, with practice Hoseok was able to harness his powers into the perfect storm. And Taehyung kept them hidden, under the radar, working in the shadows, helping his friends become more and more powerful.

Learning to master their powers had always been the goal, and honestly, the crime that followed was just a natural consequence. Their powers were just so perfectly suited for crime-

“How convenient,” Seokjin narrows his eyes on Taehyung, who remains unfazed. In fact, he looks proud thinking back to his friend’s first exploits.

Hopping into theaters without a ticket or hotels without a reservation, disappearing food off grocery shelves when they were hungry or clothes that they couldn’t afford. A large deer scaring workers away so his friends could take the latest electronic, a small contained fire so the group could leave without paying. It was stealing, sure, but they weren’t hurting anyone except for a few soulless corporations.

But then a circus came into town and Taehyung saw a different kind of opportunity. A crazy idea to everyone else but Taehyung, who was waiting for the perfect situation where they could use all their powers together.

“You did that?!” Seokjin laughs incredulously. Taehyung laughs too, thinking back to that day proudly. “But why?”

Their string of small thefts had prepared them for something sensational, something that would become the blueprint for Taehyung’s later exploits.

Growing up, Taehyung often felt helpless, but there were others much more helpless than him, without a voice to ask for help. Helping small creatures became something to fixate on instead of Taehyung’s troubled home life, like keeping a torn winged butterfly alive, saving something beautiful made him feel like his life was still worth it.

Young Taehyung hated most people, most people who were cruel like his father, but he loved nature and animals and those like him who were willing to protect the beauty in this world.

So, with Taehyung’s convincing, the group staged an elephant-napping!

Disappearing an entire brigade of circus elephants, ransoming back Jimin, hopping the real elephants into the wild where they belonged, destroying the circus tent with the strongest winds ever recorded in the area, and taking their profits right under their noses, it was a chaotic debacle that...actually worked. It worked so well, none of them could believe it. It worked so well, they decided to keep going. What next?

Yoongi and Jin would have been the perfect addition. They could all become...so powerful! Taehyung could see it and Jin saw right through Taehyung, but he could also see how confident and strong the four men were now. By comparison, Jin was hanging on by a thread.

Jin scoffed, shaking his head back and forth. ‘Just imagine...imagine what you could be. What we can be! Can’t you see it? I can! Just look!’ Taehyung thinks.

“I don’t need to hold your hand for it to work.” Seokjin stares down at Taehyung’s outstretched hand.

‘Have you tried, man? Maybe it will help you focus...’ He moves closer, hand still welcoming Seokjin in, hoping for a truce. ‘We can help each other. You want some control, right? That’s what we all want.’

“No, you want to control.”

Taehyung laughs. ‘Yeah, so? Is that so horrible? You can look through all my thoughts, go ahead. Why were we given this kind of power if we weren’t meant to use it? We can be...a good team.’ When Seokjin looked into Taehyung’s mind, he saw the truth in his words.

Jin looked around at the vast desert and realized how content he felt for the first time in a very long time, how Jin could finally be himself here, in the middle of...nothing. Jin could be the king of nothing...

Or Jin could entertain Taehyung’s wild fantasies for just a moment...

Well, Jin couldn’t very well pay Yoongi’s kindness back in nothing...

And so Jin decided, fine, “If we’re going to be a team, I propose a team name then.”

“What?”

“Team Kim Seok Jin!” he joked, laughing and he grabbed Taehyung’s hand.

---

And they did work well together, Jin and Yoongi fit in like missing puzzle pieces. Taehyung had been right. Their powers lent an advanced level of “security” to their operations. They became an unstoppable force, they became partners in crime, they became friends...family.

And now Taehyung and Seokjin were both sharing a stage in front of thousands, both working together again, helping each other, because a very long time ago they both decided they wanted a whole lot more than the nothing they were dealt with.

Taehyung finishes his speech and the crowd cheers. By now the three of you have moved your way through the crowd, calculatedly finding each other until you’re all standing in the perfect spot to do some business.

In eye-shot there is a closed off section designated for “important” guests only. Celebrities, elite members of society, politicians-

Wait…

“What’s wrong?”

You yank Yoongi around so his back is to the tent too. “RM is there!” you hiss, pulling on Jungkook’s hair to get him to pay attention.

“Ow!” Jungkook lifts his hoodie up, courageously flicking your forehead in retaliation. Lucky for him you find his actions cute, but that doesn’t stop you from punching his shoulder and putting him in a headlock.

“He was not on the list! What the hell!” Yoongi grips his cell tighter, tapping into the electronic and scanning through the VIP guest list again.

“Would you turn away a superhero if he randomly showed up?” you ask, then realizing who you were talking to when Yoongi raises his eyebrow at you, you add, “I mean would they-yah!” Jungkook picks you up in his arms, abating your headlock.

Yoongi groans. You look over your shoulder quickly, noticing the crowd around RM. You scoff, catching all the women huddled around the larger than life hero, gazing up at him in reverence, practically undressing him with their eyes, ugh.

“The plan is still on!” you mutter, back to business, “If RM gets in the way, I’ll handle it”

“Alright,” Yoongi laughs amusedly. “JK, this one,” Yoongi holds up his cell in front of the younger man's face, showing Jungkook the screen. Displayed is a picture of a man with graying hair. You tilt your head to see as well, leaning on the tech talker’s shoulder. “Go fetch,” Yoongi teases.

“I will leave you on top of Mount Kilimanjaro,” Jungkook growls, “without hopping your clothes.”

You giggle, you would pay to see the tech talker power his way out of that. “Aww, good boy,” you pet the top of Jungkook’s head. He grabs your hand and bites it, gnawing on your palm to tickle you.

Honestly, the three of you should not have been in charge of this plot.

---

“Got ’em,” Jungkook hops back. “Next one?” Jungkook holds his hand out so Yoongi can give him another small device. Without another word Jungkook crouches down, disappearing in the process.

“People really don’t notice things, huh,” you mumble, hugging Yoongi.

“Well there’s a lot of people.” He drapes his arms around you. You smile and Yoongi stares down at your lips. “Lost in their own worlds,” he moves closer, “You can get away with a lot-”

“Next!” Jungkook hops up, right in between the both of you, your lips grazing the teleporter’s check instead. He flinches, surprised, and you smack him before he disappears once again.

Yoongi acts quicker this time, lips pressing tightly against yours until you forget all your annoyances, getting lost in the softness Yoongi rarely exhibits. Soft lips, soft tongues, soft caresses down your back...

Jungkook bumps you both with his shoulder. “Next!” he says, annoyed he’s being ignored.

You giggle and find your favorite spot behind the tech talker’s ear to nibble, trying your best to distract him at the mission at hand as Yoongi fumbles with his cell.

---

“I can have a penthouse set up for you no questions asked, our city is beautiful, a lovely landscape to uhh fly-”

“My daughter is a huge fan, RM, let me introduce you-”

“We would love your support, we can set up some endorsement promos, if you don’t want the money, we could donate it to a charity?”

“RM! RM! Can I take a picture of us for my Instagram...pluh-ease!”

“I, uh, better, um – just here for, er to make sure you’re all safe – um, I’ll just uhhhh-” Namjoon stumbles backward and hovers a few meters off the ground, needing some air away from the forming crowd. The superhero RM is becoming a celebrity amongst celebrities and they all “oooh” and “ahhh” at his small feat of power.

Namjoon sighs. At this height he can see better anyways, he deduces, floating even higher. He knows Mayor Kim is up to no good, he just knows it!

The sheer number of prolific figures visiting the city could not be a coincidence, and all perfectly rounded up in front of Taehyung, no, “V” and his gang were planning something, Namjoon could feel it in his bones.

Namjoon agonized on what to do, worried he too was falling into a trap if he were to come as RM, but Namjoon was confident if this was a trap, then he would be able to strong arm his way out of it. He is the strongest man in the world, after all.

And Namjoon wanted Mayor Kim to see him, cape and all, and know that the superhero was always going to be there to put a wrench in his evil plans.

Sure, it was a little obsessive the way Namjoon would keep tabs on The Mayor. Taehyung had wounded the practically indestructible superhero in a way that Namjoon couldn’t seem to ignore or forget. RM was always picking a fight with V and his team, he couldn’t help himself, like picking a scar, re-opening the deep cut in his heart. Namjoon was never going to forgive Taehyung for turning you against him.

But now The Mayor’s speech is over. Nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Namjoon wonders if he was wrong about Mayor Kim after all. Taehyung stands on the podium while one of his advisor’s addresses the crowd. Namjoon can’t help but scowl, wishing he had super hearing so he could listen-in on the conversation the Mayor and his “Head of Security,” Kim Seokjin, were currently engaged in.

Jin excuses himself away. Namjoon raises an eyebrow, shouldn’t his Head of Security stay by Mayor Kim’s side at all times? What’s going on?

Namjoon smiles, ready for action. If there is a security breach, the superhero should be lending a helping hand too, it’s the right thing to do.

---

“Where are we hopping to, Bunny?”

“To Jin first,” Jungkook mutters. “And don’t call me, ‘Bunny.’”

You pout, hands squeezing Jungkook’s cheeks. “But you’re so cute, like a bunny.”

“First a dog, now a bunny,” Jungkook mumbles. “I’m not Jimin, you know.”

Yoongi places his elbow on your shoulder. “C’mon JK, we’re running late,” he warns.

“I wonder whose fault is that,” Jungkook looks between you and Yoongi accusingly.

“Let’s go! I don’t get paid unless this works!” you shush him.

Jungkook has tagged a few other Mayors, those who came to listen to Mayor Kim’s speech on his request to show their ‘support.’ A hollow gesture, Taehyung knew his bill was so controversial that when it came down to the help he needed, it would be one excuse after the other before they would really show their allegiance.

That’s where you three came in. And Seokjin, the real boogeyman.

Jungkook hops you and Yoongi backstage, right in front of Jin-

-and RM.

“I knew it,” Namjoon grab’s Jin’s security badge, yanking the lanyard tightly around Jin’s neck.

“Well if you listened, I wasn’t exactly disagreeing with you-”

“You said, ‘what kind of crazy person would think you’d try something in front of so many people.’”

“W-Well obviously the kind who was right,” Jin grunts.

“We don’t have time for this, do something” Yoongi whispers to you. “Quickly!”

“I need to hop you all together,” Jungkook grunts under his breath. Now all four men are looking at you, Namjoon looking most disappointed of all.

‘Dammit.’ You had to say you would handle it, didn’t you, y/n? You start putting together a plan, sticking whatever idea you have that can remotely fit together in the seconds afforded to you, hoping you created something that works, a Picasso of strategies.

‘Got it?’ you ask Jin, who translates the insanity he just witnessed in your brain to the others.

“Oh God...” Jin takes a swing at the superhero, who easily catches his fist.

RM stumbles backwards, suddenly overwhelmed by everyone else’s thoughts thanks to the mind reader pushing his powers through their conjoined hands. First puzzle piece, stroke of the brush, or whatever you wanna call the parts of this crazy plan-

A scuffle ensues. You jump on the superhero’s back like a spider monkey, RM holds the mind reader in a headlock, pushing through the mind noise, and Yoongi and Jungkook latch onto the superhero’s arms, quite unsuccessfully doing any form of restraint.

This is such a bad plan! Ready?

‘By the way, that’s really not what I want to hear whenever we start a plan. It’s like being in the passenger’s seat and the driver screaming when turning onto traffic-’

Whatever! ONE TWO THREE GO!

Before you can cause a real commotion, you all disappear thanks to Jungkook’s teleportation.

And then you all reappear. Only this time, ten-thousand stories above ground…

And falling…

And screaming...

Namjoon uses his powers to stop everyone’s descent, hoovering in the air with four fully grown human beings holding onto him for dear life.

Life has a way of catching up to you, and sometimes you need to just be catched too. “Let go!” you yell.

While Jin still struggles in RM’s grip, you, Jungkook, and Yoongi all let go.

Jungkook hops himself through the air, trying to get a hang of teleporting...while also falling to his death, not a feat he thought he would ever have to accomplish.

Still holding onto the mind reader, Namjoon watches as you and Yoongi rapidly descend, astonished that you just willingly and recklessly decided to let yourselves fall.

Jungkook hops right into Yoongi’s path, crashing into each other and tailspinning together before they both disappear from Namjoon’s sight.

The pair finally roll to a stop on the ground, Jungkook definitely not prepared to handle the acceleration. Yoongi starts dry heaving as Jungkook stands up quickly. Always a fast learner, he disappears once again while the tech talker tries to regain his composure.

Yoongi lies down, staring at the sky, still surprised he was there just moments ago. Yoongi thinks the two specks in the sky might be his accomplices, but he truly has no idea how your plan is ever going to work...

‘Why isn’t she stopping herself?!’ Namjoon thinks, worried the high altitude has made it impossible for you as he watches as you fall backward, staring at him the whole way down.

“You know, she swore Jungkook not to save her. I guess she believes you’ll save her-”

“You’re lying!”

“You could be right,” Jin grunts, tightly squeezed by the superhero, “Or you could be deathly wrong. Are you willing to take that chance?” Namjoon grinds his teeth, accelerating him and the mind reader down.

Just as he is gaining momentum, Jungkook appears next to him with a coy smile, teleporting them all higher again, before falling and disappearing from RM’s sight once more.

“Let me go!” Seokjin yells, struggling as Namjoon descends after you again.

Namjoon is determined, he flies even quicker, not listening to Jin’s annoying thoughts. ‘It’s going to have to be me or her, Namjoon. We’re high, if you let me go, Jungkook can save me. That woman is crazy enough, you know she won’t give in. She’ll die if you don’t save her.’

To prove Jin’s point, Jungkook does it again, hopping the superhero even higher this time.

RM descends like a bolt of lightning. Jin curses this plan of yours, victim to the sickening shift in gravity once again. ‘She is not going to give up her life for whatever stupid shit you’ve planned! Y/n is not like that!’ For once, Namjoon can count on your own self-preoccupation. ‘Where the hell is that menace, Jungkook?!’

You’re falling faster now. You glance downward and hold out your hands, managing to slow yourself down in the air, but only momentarily before you start struggling again.

Your body starts turning uncontrollably. ‘Save her, RM!’ Seokjin’s panicked voice permeates the superhero’s mind as he pushes away from him, attempting to free himself from Namjoon’s vice hold.

You scream. Namjoon curses, finally giving in.

He lets go of Jin, speeding through the air to you. But he’s too far away, he took too long. He pushes his body, accelerating to inhuman speeds trying to catch up with you.

Jungkook hops himself to the screaming mind reader, teleporting him to Yoongi. The three men all fall to the ground like bowling pins at the impact.

Jungkook stands and trips over his feet, disappearing in the process.

“You had to tell her ‘quickly,’ didn’t you?” Seokjin groans, trying to fix his wind-swept hair and clothes. Yoongi lets his mouth drop, back on the ground with grass and dirt in his hair again, regretting ever getting out of bed this morning.

You look down at the ground quickly approaching. Namjoon isn’t going to reach you. You smile, just knowing he tried was enough.

Namjoon screams your name. He will always be your hero no matter what.

You look up in his direction again and hold out your hand, manipulating the air in an attempt to slow him down, all the times he produced craters when trying for a soft landing replaying in your mind, but the super powered hero is flying too quickly, cutting right through your efforts, desperate to get to you.

You shut your eyes.

This is going to hurt.

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PART 2

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One + One = Four ~ Kim Taehyung

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader (+best friend! Yoongi)

Genre: Fluff, a sprinkle of Angst

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Mentions of y/n being on her period and gaining weight. Mentions of drugs. Use of names like 'Daddy' and slightly suggestive conversations. Yoongi being overly excited and giddy over the whole deal.

Summary: Over a year into your marriage with Taehyung, you finally get the chance to break the good news to him.

A/n: Requested by sweet @taehyungfics || I had begun writing this so many months ago, and I so clearly remember getting ready to post this one night and that was when I found out my grandma was diagnosed with cancer, so I had little to no time to finish up this story. So here it is! Thank you for waiting so patiently for this one!!

This is written as a sequel to One + One = Three and can also be read as a sequel to this little piece.

“Hi bubba,” Yoongi smiled softly at you, welcoming you into his arms with a gentle pat to your head. “How are you?”

“I’m great,” you grinned back at him, patting his arms. “You’ve been working out.”

“You noticing that is making my ego inflate, careful now,” Yoongi joked, ushering you into the house and closing the door.

“As it should. Where’s everyone?”

“All the way in the bedroom. They’ve all piled onto my bed, the A/c’s stopped working in all the other rooms and the weather is too hot.”

“It sure is,” you whispered, more to yourself because Yoongi had disappeared briefly into the kitchen. You slipped your shoes off, placing your bag and keys by the table beside the door. Yoongi had returned by then, offering you a bottle of iced water.

“My lifesaver,” you groaned in pleasure, accepting the bottle from him with a playful salute.

“Might wanna be careful with your words there,” he chuckled. “I have no doubt Taehyung would trample me to death if he hears you call me that.”

“He wouldn’t,” you laughed lightly, shaking your head at Yoongi.

“Whatever you say,” he sang with a smirk, gesturing towards his bedroom. “Let get out of this furnace already.”

The moment you entered, Taehyung’s face lit up, jumping off of the bed without a second thought, no doubt sacrificing his precious spot on the mattress which Jungkook soon claimed. The bed was too small to fit seven people and Jungkook had no shame in admitting that his ass had probably flattened a few inches by sitting on the floor for so long.

Taehyung took you under his arm, grinning down at you and holding your hand up to place a gentle kiss over your knuckles.

“Hi, wifey.”

“Hey, hubby,” you giggled, giving his hand a squeeze.

He gazed down at the ring on your left finger, a simple gold band that matched with the one he had on his own finger. It amazed him that of all the possible designs in the world, you had fallen in love with the simplest one, a magnificent shine to the metal that had now made its home over your finger. Taehyung let his thumb trace the ring, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips until he was smiling widely, his eyes squinting at the action.

“It’s been a year, yet I can’t believe we’re married.”

“It’s a new journey,” you chuckled lightly. “We’ve known each other for so long that our marriage seems like a door that we simply walked through.”

“Are you guys going to keep standing there?”

Your head snapped over to the corner of the room where Hoseok was seated – on the floor – propped up against the window with his phone in his hand.

“Hi, Hobi,” you chuckled, waving at him.

“Hey, darling.”

“We’re here, too,” Jimin pouted, pointing at the four men who had somehow placed themselves over the bed, fitting into each other like puzzle blocks.

“Hi guys,” you laughed, waving at each one of them.

“Hiiii,” they all greeted you in sync, which brought a big smile to your face.

“You’re glowing, (Y/n),” Namjoon observed, pointing towards your skin. Taehyung took another look at your face after Namjoon spoke, gently turning you to face him.

“You are,” he confirmed with a soft smile. “New skin care products?”

“It’s love,” you giggled, pinching him in the ribs. From somewhere, you heard someone gag at the way you were flirting with Taehyung, but you didn’t mind.

“We’ll have to get a chair or something,” Yoongi muttered distractedly, pointing around the room. “There’s no place for (Y/n) to sit.”

“So much for gender equality,” Hoseok snorted, glaring at Yoongi. “You’re willing to bring a chair for (Y/n) but you don’t mind me sitting on the floor?”

“Shut up.”

“(Y/n), you can take my place,” Namjoon was about to get up, but you quickly shook your head.

“No, don’t worry about it, I’ll help Yoongi get a few chairs, there’s four people without a seat.”

“I’m so happy you noticed,” Hoseok sighed into his hands, rolling onto the floor to lie down. “My ass hurts so much.”

“I’ll help you,” Taehyung mumbled, looking into your eyes with concern. “The chairs would be heavy.”

“They aren’t,” Yoongi intervened. “They’re foldable. Very light.”

Your eyebrows raised in Taehyung’s direction.

“They’re light.”

“I can still help,” he offered kindly.

“You could help us by making us a few drinks,” Yoongi suggested. “It’s too hot and you’re good at making drinks.”

“He’s right,” you agreed with Yoongi, shrugging your shoulders in Taehyung’s direction. Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed together in thought, taking a good twenty seconds before he nodded with two determined claps.

“Okay! Lemonade for everyone today!”

“Do we have whiskey?” Jimin asked.

“No drinks today.”

“We didn’t ask you,” Jungkook smacked Jin’s thigh, which pulled a loud yelp from the eldest.

“Hey!”

“No drinks today,” Yoongi confirmed, nodding in Taehyung’s direction. “It’s too hot to be drinking. Lemonade should be perfect.”

“Okay!”

“I want some ice-cream,” Jungkook whined into the mattress. “Everything is burning.”

“I want some too,” Hoseok piped up.

“Should I go get some?” Namjoon asked. Two heads popped up in an instant, expectant eyes staring back at Namjoon.

“Would you?”

“In this heat?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

“Uh,” Namjoon reconsidered. “I take my words back.”

The two boys whined in dismay, big pouts covering their faces.

“You’re no fun!”

You laughed at the way they all interacted, patting Taehyung’s arm and pushing him towards the door.

“Let’s get going.”

“What’re you doing?”

You turned to look at Yoongi who was standing by the window, holding a hand above his eyes and squinting at you through the blazing sun.

“Come back in! You’ll get sunburnt!”

“Yoongi, there’s an injured bird here! I can’t leave it out in the heat!”

Yoongi sighed, shaking his head at your concern. He was almost about to tell you to let it be, but one look at the frown on your face made him give up, slipping his feet into his sandals and rushing down the stairs to come help you.

“The leg is broken,” you whispered dreadfully when Yoongi kneeled beside you. He was a little hesitant to touch the pigeon but you had already gripped it in your hands, gently stroking its head in an attempt to comfort it.

“Poor thing,” he muttered under his breath, feeling the sun drain his energy quickly like it was sucking it up through a straw that was attached to his skull.

“Let’s take it back in.”

“Yeah, we should – ah.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened in panic when you doubled over in discomfort. “What’s wrong?”

You winced, placing the pigeon on the floor briefly to press both of your hands into your stomach.

“It’s… uh,” you trailed off, not knowing how to explain it to Yoongi.

“You’re in pain? Where is it? How bad is it?”

“It’s normal,” you mumbled, avoiding his eye.

“Are you on your period?” He looked worried.

“No,” you shook your head.

“Then?” Yoongi frowned deeply, placing a soft hand over your shoulder. “How is this normal?”

“It’s… normal. The doctor said that it happens sometimes.”

“You’ve been to the doctor? Is it serious?”

Yoongi raised a hand to wipe at the sweat that was dripping down the side of your face, holding a hand out to shield you from the scorching heat.

“Yoongi,” you bit your lip, looking away. “It’s… uhm.”

“I’m not trying to be offensive,” he held a hand up in the air to make sure you knew he was being serious. “But you’ve put on a little weight. I noticed when I hugged you. Is something wrong? I’ve never seen you this way in the eight years that I’ve known you.”

“Oh,” you laughed lightly, nodding at Yoongi. “Yeah, I have gained some weight. Taehyung noticed it too, but he would never say.”

Yoongi simply gave you a look, awaiting an explanation. You looked back down at the bird, settling onto the burning ground and taking it back into your hands.

“(Y/n), if you aren’t feeling well, we should go back in. It’s too hot, you might feel drained.”

“There’s something that I needed to tell you,” you mumbled, stroking the head of the pigeon delicately. “Usually, I have Taehyung to talk to. But this is something that I needed to discuss with someone else first.”

“Are you terminally sick?” Yoongi asked in a dreadful whisper.

“No!” you yelped, eyes wide in horror. “No. I’m not. Thank God for that.”

“Yeah,” he sighed softly, settling onto the ground as well. He placed his feet flat on the floor so that his bare thighs and calves wouldn’t touch the burning concrete.

“You can tell me anything bubba,” Yoongi smiled a little, giving you a nod of reassurance. “You’ve been our friend for the longest time. There’s no doubt we’ve taken you as our little sister.”

“Oh,” you laughed lightly at his words. “That’s…great to know.”

“Exactly. Now what is it that you cannot tell Taehyung before us? Is he drinking a lot?”

“He doesn’t drink much,” you shook your head. “It’s not about him, actually.”

“Oh?” His eyebrows raised. “Are you drinking too much?”

“No, Yoongi,” you chuckled, reaching forward to slap his arm gently. “Let me just tell you before you start guessing everything that’s not happening.”

“Okay.”

“Remember a year ago when we were at the restaurant for our weekly dinners? Taehyung suddenly told me that he wanted to have a baby with me?”

“Are you pregnant?” Yoongi asked you straight away.

“Let me build the suspense for heaven’s sake!” you exclaimed with a loud laugh. “Why are you so quick at everything?”

“So you are pregnant.”

“Maybe I am.”

“Oh my gosh,” he gushed, shooting up right away and pulling you into a hug. “Oh my gosh!”

“You sound like a girl,” you teased him lightly, keeping the pigeon out of the way so that it wouldn’t get crushed between the two of you.

“Congratulations! I’m so happy for you, bubba!”

“Thank you,” you chuckled fondly. “I am too.”

He gave your shoulder a firm squeeze. “How long has it been since you found out?”

“I found out last month, but I’ve been pregnant for almost three months now.”

Yoongi gasped lowly. “You must’ve found it so difficult to keep this to yourself. How do you feel?”

“I feel… great,” you giggled into your palm. “There’s something else you need to know.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll tell you later, though. I feel like Taehyung deserves to know this first. But I need your help to break the news to him.”

“I’ve been born ready.”

“Yeah, we’ll go.”

“I’m coming too!”

“Me too! I’ve been craving for some ice-cream.”

“I’m going in for a shower. Too hot.”

“Wait-”

“Should we take hyung’s car?”

“I’m driving.”

“But where-”

“We’ll be back in an hour, tops.”

“Two. I’m going to get some dinner on the way back.”

“I’ll join.”

“But why are-”

“We should get going! Bye Taehyung. Bye (Y/n)!”

“We’ll see you in a bit.”

“Wait!”

“Where are the keys?”

“In your hand, you blind bat.”

With a loud commotion, five of the members scrambled their way past the front door, the clicking sound of it closing preceding a tense silence. Yoongi had already slipped into his bedroom quietly with an excuse to have a shower, hiding away his smirk behind the glass of iced water that he was sipping from.

The plan was going well.

Taehyung looked baffled. He stood beside you with his mouth hanging open, too confused as to how the boys who were sitting on the floor playing the sixth round of UNO suddenly decided that they couldn’t stay in the house for more than a hot minute.

Taehyung turned to look at you with his eyebrows pinched together.

“What just happened?”

“I have no idea,” you lied easily with a simply laugh. Taehyung didn’t think much of it, shaking his head and taking your hand to walk back to the couch.

“Whatever, I shouldn’t be surprised. I’m a part of a band filled with a bunch of lunatics.”

“Don’t be mean,” you giggled, pinching his ribs. He jerked away from you in surprise, giving you a look.

“I’m being mean now?”

“Sorry,” you chuckled, pulling him back towards you. For the first time ever since the boys left, he took a proper look at your face, carefully analyzing your expression.

“I suppose you’re not a part of whatever drugs they’ve been on, right?”

You guffawed at his words, throwing your head back and cackling loudly. “I don’t do drugs, and neither do they, silly.”

“…okay.”

“You don’t believe me? I don’t even know the names of half of the drugs out there, bro.”

“Bro,” Taehyung snorted, looking up at the ceiling to hold in an imaginary nosebleed. “All these years and I’ve become your bro.”

“It’s a habit,” you chuckled lightly. “Sorry… bro.”

“Oh, how the times have changed,” he sniffled dramatically. “I’ve been called ‘brother’ by my beloved wife. How tasty does that sound?”

“And the Oscar goes to…” you patted your thighs, mimicking a drumroll. “Kim Taehyung!”

“I mean,” he suddenly smirked. “We have been playing around with names in our relationship, haven’t we?”

“I know what you mean, naughty,” you covered your mouth in mock shame. “You seemed to have liked a certain nickname quite a bit.”

“Oh, I really did,” he bit his lip, closing his eyes and shaking his head at the memory. “Daddy. Ooh la la!”

“Have you gotten used to it?”

“Not really,” he admitted with a shy laugh. “It catches me off-guard every time you call me that.”

“You might have to get used to it,” you hinted with a light blush.

Taehyung’s eyebrows shot into his hairline.

“I see…” he trailed off skeptically. “Is that why the boys suddenly left? You wanted to have some fun?”

“Maybe I did,” you giggled like a little girl.

“And you call me naughty,” he teased you with a heavy smirk. “We would’ve been home in a few hours anyway. But then again,” he rolled his eyes. “I know how irresistible I can be at times.”

“Right,” you scoffed.

“Do you disagree?”

“Certainly not.”

“So you agree that I’m irresistible?”

You nodded.

“Irresistible enough to send the boys away? To have some fun?”

You nodded again.

“Yoongi hyung is literally in his room.”

“He knows, too.”

Taehyung gasped. “Ooooh.”

“Yeah.”

“But for today, I refuse to have you call me daddy. It’s weird. I’m in my hyung’s house. If he ever hears that, he’s never going to let me live it down.”

“If he ever hears anything, he wouldn’t let either of us live it down.”

“And you say ‘he knows’,” Taehyung scoffed. “What’s the point in doing the jig at his place then?”

“I couldn’t wait.” You casually shrugged.

Taehyung smirked, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Aww,” he cooed, taking your hand into his own. “Haven’t I hit the jackpot with you?”

“You certainly have,” you chuckled, finally deciding that it was time. Enough of jokes. Taehyung needed to know.

“But you’re going to have to get used to getting called ‘daddy’.”

He cocked an eyebrow at you. “That came out of nowhere. You’re usually so shy whenever you call me that.”

“I am,” you nodded with a smile. “But you’re going to get called that quite often now.”

His lips rolled into a tight line, holding back his grin.

“Not just by me.”

Taehyung blinked once, then again, before attempting to gag at your words.

“Ma’am,” he held a hand up. “Please. I don’t need anyone else to call me that. It’s kinda personal, y’know?”

“It is. But you don’t have an option.”

“Only you get to call me that,” he shook his head adamantly.

“There are others who will call you that, too.”

“No, thank you.”

“What did you call your father when you were a kid?”

He looked confused. “’Dad’?”

“What do you want our kids to call you?”

“’Dad’ should be okay,” he laughed uneasily.

“What if they call you ‘daddy’?”

“Um,” he looked away and chuckled. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“That’s great then. It’s all set.”

“But that’s when we have kids,” Taehyung pointed out with a fond smile. “Until then, only you get to call me daddy.”

“And when we have kids? Should I stop calling you that?”

“(Y/n), what are you on about?” Taehyung looked genuinely confused.

You simply laughed at his expression, reaching into your bag and taking out a little box. Placing it in the palm of his hand, you urged him to open it.

Taehyung gazed at the rectangular box in his palm, touching the dainty purple ribbon with his fingers before tugging at it. He placed the ribbon carefully over his thigh, finally opening the box. You kept a keen eye on every little reaction that played over his face, a little gasp of surprise tumbling past his pink lips that had a light layer of lip balm over it.

Taehyung stared at the box for a good minute, simply letting his eyes soak in everything that suddenly seemed so surreal. When he looked up was when you noticed the tears that clouded his vision.

“Is this… real?” He whispered, painfully low. When a tear slipped past his lower eyelid, he quickly wiped it away so that it wouldn’t destroy the gift that you had prepared for him.

“Very much,” you confirmed in a soft whisper. He seemed to break even further, placing the box beside him and covering his eyes with both of his hands.

“No way.”

“It’s finally happening, baby,” you murmured gently, shifting closer to him and slipping a hand around his shoulder. He immediately molded into your touch, continuing to cry into his hands and leaning into your chest.

“Is this really real?”

At that moment, it was hard for you to control your own tears. You placed a warm hand against the side of his face, tenderly brushing away the brown locks that were stuck to his temples.

“It is. We’re going to be parents.”

Taehyung broke into another tiny sob that was partially mixed with a laugh of belief. Sniffling slightly, he shuffled out of your grip to fall onto his knees in front of you, holding both of your hands up against his lips.

“I love you so much.”

You nodded with a watery smile. “I love you more.”

“We’ve finally made it.”

You looked down at your lap, running your thumbs all over his knuckles.

“I…” you started, swiping your tongue over your lip briefly. “I’m sorry you had to wait so long.”

“What are you talking about?” He mumbled under his breath, gently wiping away your tears and letting his hand rest over your cheek. “You don’t need to be sorry for anything.”

“It’s just that… we’ve gone through so much to have a baby. And now that it’s finally happening, I can’t actually process it.”

“I know, my love,” Taehyung whispered against your hands, kissing them as gently as he could. “And I’m so proud of you for never giving up.”

“The look on your face every time a test would turn out negative absolutely killed me,” you admitted sorrowfully. “I kept thinking that I was failing you in some way.”

“Never,” he firmly stated. “You never once did, and you never will. Especially when it comes to something as big as this. Yes, we did want kids and we tried so much for it, but it happened only when it was supposed to. We’ve been blessed with a baby at the right time. I strongly believe so.”

Taehyung picked up the little box that you had prepared for him, taking out both the pregnancy tests and smiling softly.

“I remember this one,” he ran his fingers over the digital pregnancy test on the left. “That was the time we decided we wouldn’t consciously try for a baby again – that we would just let it happen when it needed to. I was so worried because we’d literally have you take so many tests each month and every time it came back negative, I’d see another part of you slowly disappear. It made me feel so… helpless.”

Taehyung sat back onto his kneels, looking up at you. “I remember feeling like I was failing you, as your husband.”

“You were my strength,” you murmured, touching his cheek ever so softly. “This test was the last one I had taken in almost six months now. It was so tempting to just take one each time my period was even a day late, but you kept me going. You took my mind off of the pain and you made me feel… happy again.”

“I’m thrilled to know that I did,” Taehyung whispered.

“And we’ve come a long way. We’ve finally made it. You’re going to be a father.”

Taehyung gazed into your eyes, his heart leaping at the depth of your words. It was finally happening. He was going to be a father.

“Our kids are going to run around calling you daddy,” you chuckled lightly, wiping away the remainder of your tears.

“Kids?”

Taehyung jerked in surprise at the sound of his hyung from behind him, two pairs of eyes trained on Yoongi who was only looking at you with a frown.

“Did you say kids?”

Taehyung’s gaze landed on you after a moment of thought.

“What?”

“Not just a kid, but kids? Is that what you wanted to tell me before?”

“Yoongi hyung knows?” Taehyung couldn’t hold back the low gasp. “(Y/n)?”

“Uh…” you chuckled nervously, looking into Yoongi’s eyes with a desperate shake of your head.

“You came in at the wrong time, Yoongi. I didn’t tell Taehyung yet.”

“Tell me what?”

Yoongi already seemed to get the idea, a fond grin growing on his face as he laughing sheepishly and turned to face the wall behind him.

“I’m giving you ten seconds, tell him now or else I’ll be the first to hug you - even before the father can.”

“What?”

Taehyung had a mix of fear and excitement in his expression, curious eyes snapping back and forth between you and his hyung, the words that the two of you were speaking appearing like question marks floating around his head.

“What do you have to tell me?”

“Ten!”

“Yoongi!” You squealed, trying to get him to stop because you yourself didn’t know how to word it out to Taehyung yet.

“Nine!”

Taehyung caught your arm in urgency. “(Y/n) what the hell is going on?”

“Eight!”

“Oh my goodness,” you held a hand up to your forehead, nervous eyes locking with Taehyung who appeared to be as clueless as ever.

“Seven!”

By then, Yoongi was slowly taking steps towards the couch, still facing the wall and holding a hand up to show you just how little time you have left.

“Six!”

“Yoongi!”

“(Y/n) just tell me already!”

“But-”

“Five!”

“I’m carrying twins!”

A beat of silence.

Then another.

Yoongi stayed frozen in his spot, hand held up mid-air, back facing you.

Taehyung on the other hand, couldn’t breathe.

He fell from the couch, standing up quickly onto to get back down onto his knees and hold a hand over his head.

“WHAT?!”

“(Y/n)!” And true to his word, before you knew it, Yoongi was pulling you up off of the couch, securing you in a tight embrace with excited giggles buzzing through his chest.

“I knew it!”

“Wha-”

“Taehyung!”

Yoongi didn’t bother about the young man who didn’t know whether he was gasping for air or trying not to cough at the same time, his arms not letting you go help your husband breathe and calm down.

“We’re going to have two little babies in this house soon! Oh- (Y/n), you have to give me one. You both raise one and give me another. I’ll take care of – hell I can take care of both of them. Just let me have them.”

“Yoongi,” you wheezed at his words, clutching the edge of his t-shirt as you cackled into his shoulder.

“What do you mean, ‘let you have them’?”

“(Y/n)-”

Taehyung was slowing trying to make his way into a standing position, taking the full support of the couch beside him and pushing himself up with trembling arms.

“Hyung-”

“I mean exactly that,” Yoongi patted your back thrice. “You both can go out and have your lovey-dovey dates, leave your kids with me. I’ll take good care of them. I’ll feed them on –”

“Hyung!”

“-time, I’ll have their diapers changed and give them really warm and lovely baths, with those floaty ducks –”

“Yoongi,” you chuckled at the desperation in Taehyung’s voice which Yoongi didn’t seem to bother about. By then, Taehyung was barely a step away from the two of you, a trembling hand gripping Yoongi’s elbow and pulling it away from you.

“Let me hold my wife.”

“Not right now,” Yoongi decided, brushing Taehyung’s hand off and turning his back to him so as to shield you away from Taehyung. “I’m talking to her.”

“I’m going to have twins, for heaven’s sake! Let me hold my wife! Let me at least cry in peace!”

“No –”

You gently tapped Yoongi’s lower back with a laugh. “I’ll get back to you bubba, let me handle my husband for now.”

Yoongi only smirked in response, quickly dipping his head to brush a kiss against your temple before releasing you.

“Jagiya,” Taehyung spoke into you the air, not letting you have a moment of freedom and immediately attaching himself to you after Yoongi let you go.

“You’re really – we’re really having twins? Two little ones?”

“We are,” you gently ran your hand over the expanse of his back. “We are, Taehyung.”

“No way,” he marveled, a mixture of giggles and sobs being let out into the curve of your neck. “How is this possible?”

“It just is,” you laughed in delight. “I can’t believe I have two babies inside me. How crazy is that?”

“Oh God!” Taehyung cried out, pulling away and holding you by your shoulders to gently shake you. “What?! How is this real?”

“It is,” you gushed in excitement. “Here, see.”

Taking his hand in yours, you placed his large palm over the already noticeable bump that was hidden behind your shirt, watching in fascination as Taehyung’s jaw dropped at the curve.

“Me too!” Yoongi pushed himself into the little space between you and the couch, covering the rest of your bump with his own palm. “Oh my god.”

“Crazy, yeah?”

“I still can’t believe it,” Taehyung admitted in a low murmur, eyes still trained on his hand resting over the safe haven that held his little ones.

“I cannot even predict how the boys would react,” Yoongi sighed. “Jimin will cry. For sure. Hoba would be screaming.”

“Namjoon would probably be the sane one,” you guessed with a little laugh.

“Plot twist,” Taehyung sniffled, “he might be the one to cry.”

“Maybe Jin hyung too,” Yoongi cackled with a slap to his knee. “Hyung would start planning the meals he’d pack for the kid’s tiffin boxes to school, I’m sure of that.”

“This is so exciting!” Taehyung squealed in delight, briefly pushing Yoongi’s hand away and bending down to pick you up into his arms, twirling you around with endless giggles and gasps tumbling past his lips.

“We’re going to have two babies!”

"Yes, and I get to keep one!" Yoongi piped in.

"NO!"

"YES!"

"Hyung, no!"

"Shut up. One will be for me. That's final. Now get lost and let me congratulate my little sister properly."

"Hyung!"

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aricastmblr · 3 months

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Mensaje de Jimin y Jungkook al finalizar sus promociones

Jungkook Volveré después de mi servicio

정국 (Jung Kook), Usher ‘Standing Next to You - Usher Remix’ Official Performance Video Sketch

bts_bighit X 3 feb. 2024

정국 (Jung Kook) ‘Standing Next to You - Usher Remix’ Official Performance Video Sketch (https://youtu.be/wb17xbM5LhU)

#정국 #JungKook #StandingNextToYou #JungKook_GOLDEN

jk- ARMY…. probablemente sentirán melancolía cuando vean este vídeo. Este sería mi último comentario de cierre...

"Muchas gracias por esperarme. Hasta el día en que vuelvan a apoyarnos naturalmente. ¿Apoyarnos? No estoy diciendo que deban. Intentaré que eso suceda cuando regrese."

"Ustedes continúen con sus vidas y yo volveré como si nunca me hubiera ido. De todos modos, han hecho un gran trabajo y gracias por estar con nosotros, apoyarnos y esperarnos."

"Volveré después de mi servicio."

☀️🌙

Jimin Te veré después de mi servicio

[BANGTAN BOMB] Jimin’s #ThisIsJimin Behind - BTS (방탄소년단)

Jimin realizo su ThisIsJimin para al final mostrarnos su canción CloserThanThis para army, ha terminado y dice volverá bien. T T

bts_bighit X 23 dic. 2023 [#방탄밤] #지민 #Jimin 이 준비한 ARMY들을 위한 선물🎁 #걱정말아요 #곧잡으러갑니다💜 #ThisIsJimin #CloserThanThis (https://youtu.be/2aSinq-1CNI)

[#BangtanBomb] Un regalo 🎁 para ARMYs que #Jimin ha preparado #Notepreocupes #Iré y te atraparé pronto 💜 #ThisIsJimin #CloserThanThis

jm- Esta es una canción sólo para ti diciendo que volveré después del servicio militar. Espero que disfrutes la canción y el baile. Este ha sido ThisisJimin . Gracias por enviar amor para ThisisJimin . Te veré después de mi servicio.

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yoongisugaagust · 2 years

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HOME: The Confession

•Summary: Min Yoongi meets his forever.

The repetitive beat played out loud as Yoongi huffed. He sat at his studio desk with his head leaning against the chair completely exasperated. The sounds of his keypad being tinkered with brought him out of his haze.

“Hyung,” Namjoon stressed. “Your code doesn’t work all the time.”

“It works perfectly fine,” he spun himself around to see Namjoon walk in with Jin and Jungkook. Jungkook took a seat on the couch. “What’s happening?”

“Just got out of the meeting with PD Bang. He wants to put out a special collaboration LP between Cypher and Kosmos for the company’s anniversary. He already has a few songs in mind and the rest he wants us to write and produce on our way. I’m assigning you with Jin hyung so you two can bounce idea off each other. Hoseok is working closely with Jimin and Tae and I’ll be working with Jungkook.”

“We’re doing unit songs?”

“Two songs each group and three collaborative songs. We’re working in units for song concepts. I want you two to bounce idea off each other in the meantime. Write notes, whatever and bring it when we all meet.”

Yoongi nodded his head in confirmation swiveling from left to right in his chair. Seokjin made himself comfortable on the couch as Namjoon and Jungkook made their exit.

“You good?” Jin questioned.

“Yeah just a lot on my mind.”

“We can work on this back at home if that’s what you pref-”

“Y/n said something last night. She was asleep when she said it but..I don’t know. I don’t know how I feel about it.”

“Do she call out the wrong name?”

“No!” Yoongi looked skeptically at his friend. “She said she wants to marry me. Just said it in her sleep.”

“What’s the issue with that? You’re obviously in love with her and I can tell you’ve been thinking of having a future with her. Shouldn’t you feel good that she seems to feel the same?”

“It’s just throwing me off. I don’t know why that is but. I don’t know. What if we’re in over our heads? We haven’t been together for long and now things with the group are about to get even busier than we ever have been.”

“Yeah no I definitely feel you’re over thinking it. Have you two talked about getting married before?”

“That’s the thing. We’ve never mentioned it so maybe we haven’t thought this through fully.”

Jin sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. “She loves you enough to want to marry you and you obviously wanted to marry her or at least you’ve been considering it.”

“We’re just assuming she wants to marry me. She never actually said the words consciously.”

“Nobody’s pinning you against the wall forcing you to make a decision. Y/nah is great and she loves you. Take some time to figure out what you really want and have that conversation with her. It isn’t that hard to use that brain of yours.”

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“Hey,” Yoongi walked into your kitchen greeting you. You faced the stove mixing the contents of the pot.

“Here try this,” you said holding the wooden spoon to your lips blowing lightly to cool down the stew. Yoongi instinctively ate from the spoon.

“That’s really good jagi,” he said around the still hot bite.

“Better than last time?” You asked and he nodded. “I’m so happy!” You rejoiced at how much better you were getting at cooking new Korean dishes. Your best friend Jin was helping you out when it came to the fairly new recipes and you used Yoongi as your test subject.

“Your food is always good I don’t know why you’re always so worried,” he chuckled.

“Yeah my food is good but when it comes to the Korean dishes I want it to taste just as authentic as it should.”

“Well you have nothing to worry about,” he kissed your lips then ushered you off to sit down at the table while he served your plates.

“I wanted to ask you about something,” you brought up bringing Yoongi to stop mod chew. “Sara’s obviously moving out so I was thinking you can move in?”

“You want me to move in here?”

“Or we can move in to a new place altogether.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. I just thought since we already spend almost every night together that that would be the next natural step.” Seeing your eyes become glossy had him thinking twice.

“Okay uhh, yeah.”

“You hate the idea, don’t you? You don’t sound confident in the least. You can say no Yoongi.”

“I just want to make sure that you’re sure about this. It’s a big decision.”

In an effort to conceal the tears riding on the rim of your eyelid you sat up and took your plate over to the sink even though you were nowhere near finished eating. Not skipping a beat Yoongi approached your stilled form and prodded you to turn around. You took a moment to wipe away any tears that raced down your cheeks and turned around between Yoongi’s hands on the counter.

“Like I said before we spend maybe every other night together and I wouldn’t have brought it up unless I was certain this was what I wanted.” You looked away from his gaze. “You don’t want to and that’s okay but..” you paused for a fresh breath. “Don’t agree to it just to make me happy.”

“I wasn’t blindly agreeing to the idea.”

“We can come back to this discussion when you’re ready. For now maybe it’s better if you don’t stay over tonight.”

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darcyw16 · 11 months

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Paradise

Part 3

Warning- SMUT!! Kook-is he asleep? Y/N- yeah Kook-meet me at my room You left him on read, he's treading a fine line. You know this wrong but you don't think he sees it like that. You have spent the past 10 min pacing backwards and forwards, talking yourself in and out of leaving and going to jungkook room. You decided you would go over there and tell him that you can't continue a sexual friendship with him and your loyalty stands with yoongi, which is true it does, it's him your in a relationship with not the others. The guys kind of symbolise an object, a some sort of life like sex toy , your not in a relationship with them. You sneak out so you don't disturb yoongi who is well truly out for the count. Feeling a bit wobbly still as you head to jungkooks room-thanks jimin! It's a lot cooler as the sun is setting, the cool breeze and sound of the ocean some what relaxes you, you reach his door and your about to knock, you stop and take a deep breath "you've got this y/n" you repeatedly say to yourself as you knock on the door. Jungkook opens the door with nothing but a towel, you haven't got this you sigh in defeat. "I thought you bailed on me I was just going to go to bed" he said as ushering you in. "jungkook I think we need to talk, we can't" he raises his finger to your lips whilst cornering you against the wall "shhhhh y/n you don't have to lie to yourself" you can feel your heart pounding, why do you all of sudden feel nervous. You look to side to avoid eye contact. "don't worry y/n he's not here you don't have to pretend" that was it, yoongi wasn't here. You didn't have the go ahead nod or the reassuring raise of his brows, you just had you, you to make a decision, you to give consent, you to make the move, it was all on you. "jungkook I can't, this isn't fair on yoongi" he raised his brows not liking your response "this is bullshit y/n and you know it, the times you've said i love you against my lips as you cum or when you whisper daddy in my ear, how's that fair?" he's right you have said them things, the love you part was probs more of the "in moment" thing but daddy, yes I called him daddy only because I know he fucking loves it but yoongi would hate it you knew this. "kook please" with in seconds his lips were on you, his hands cupped your face, it was fast and hungry. He swiped his tongue across your lips and you welcomed him by tuning your head to side to Deepening the kiss. You hands reached for his black locks giving his hair a slight pull as he moaned in your mouth. He dropped his hands from your face and starting to unzip your dress at the back and lowering the straps, the dressed pooled to the floor, his hands move down your back to the curve of your ass as he lightly squeezes you cheeks. You grip the back of his neck as your free hand travels down to his waisted too loosen his towel, revealing his hard dick, you run you hand up his length. He pulls away from the kiss "Noona its about you tonight, even though I love that dirty mouth of yours" he said in between kisses along your collar bone, he suddenly grabs the back of the thighs and lifts you up, your lips are drawn back to his like a magnet as you feel length against your clit, "fuck y/n I already feel how wet you are, who's got you pussy like that?" he thrusts slightly giving your clit the attention it needs, "You, you kook" you moaned out, "I said who's got your pussy like that?" you looked him in the eye as he bit his bottom lip. "you Daddy", he smirked and walked you over to the bed. He sat on the edge and you straddled him taking the opportunity to grind on his length earning a breathy moan from kook. " you going to be good a ride daddy's face, I want to feel you cum in on my tongue", he lay down on the bed as you moved up his body as you hovered above his face. He quickly pulls you down catching you off guard, you grab the headboard to keep your balance. You felt his tongue run through your folds then end on you sensitive clit that is screaming for more attention. "Fuck daddy that feels so good" you feel him moan against your clit adding vibration to your sensitive bud, you need more. You started to grind against his tongue liking the feel of his wet tongue, feeling the tip of of his nose bounce of your clit. You reach down to grab his hair, giving it a slight tug to help you grind deeper. You started to feel your orgasm build, the knot in you stomach was soon ready to come un done "Daddy I'm so close" you managed to scream out, he held on tighter to your hips to ground you as he sucked your clit knowing you would come undone within seconds. You couldn't move, your orgasming burning to erupt, the overstimulation leaving you breathless. You tried to beg him but what for you didn't know. You screamed his name as you came all over his tongue, feeling his moan as he lapped up every last drop. You moved legs to lift up of his face, seeing your juices glisten on his skin. "Noona that was amazing, you taste so fucking good" he said pretty much licking lips. You lent down and pressed your lips against his feeling the coolness from his lip ring, his hands found your tits, he started to lightly pinch your already harden nipples, which he knew you loved. Your nipples were so sensitive, there had been a couple of times yoongi had made you come just from playing with them.... Yoongi. A wave of guilt filled your gut, your could feel tears ready to pool. Shit what are you doing y/n. You bolted up and looked round the room for your clothes, "y/n what's are you doing?" you couldn't even look at him "iv got to go this is a mistake I can't do this" you cried out "what do you mean a mistake y/n, you were enjoying yourself" you let out of big sigh "kook what we just did was wrong, I love yoongi, I'm his kook. He's like a brother to you how can you not see how fucked up this is" he looked at you confused "but I thought you loved me, the times you have it said before, the way you look me in eye begging me to all the kinky shit your into which I must add I fucking love" you shake your head "kook I say things in the moment, I'm in love with yoongi, I have chose to be with yoongi, I chose to fuck others because yoongi loves it, I do it for him because i fucking love him kook why are you making this difficult" you break down you don't know if you trying justify this to him or yourself. "shit y/n you honestly believe yourself when you say you love him, you fuck the rest of us more than him" you frown unable to speak, it takes a moment for you to gather your thoughts, "kook your making me sound like some whore you all pass round, your supposed to be my friend. You don't have to understand mine and yoongi's relationship but you could god damn respect it" you said with a raised voice. "I'm sorry y/n, maybe I don't understand, maybe I'm just so madly in love with you. I know you feel this too, please tell me you feel this" you let out a small weep "kookie I'm sorry but I don't feel that way, I love what we do together but I love yoongi. I don't think we should allow this to happen again, I don't want to lead you on, I don't want to lose you as a friend" you reached out to hug him but he stepped further back, his eyes were glazed over "I think It's best I keep my distance maybe you should go" tears rolled down your face, he looked so hurt, why didn't you stop this sooner this was all your fault "if that's what you want I'll go" you turned and head for the door "No y/n this is what you want" you wiped your tears and took a deep breath, ignoring kooks last comment, there's no point in trying to get through to him when he's like this. You open the door and bump into something hard. " hey y/n what you doing here? I heard some raised voices" you looked up and gulped, "Oh Hey Jin"

#bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #Smut #min yoongi #yoongi #jungkook #jin #jimin #namjoon #jhope #taehyung #bts yoongi

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more-than-fluff · 1 year

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De-stress ft BTS

BTS x Y/N

Summary - After a long day, the boys practically beg you to join them for the night.

Today had been one of the most stressful days in your career. Deadlines, demands, and just too many people are asking questions about your work. You always smiled and gave them the answer they wanted, but as soon as they turned their backs, your smile disappeared.

You logged off from your computer, and when you raised your head ready to say good night to everyone, the office was empty. Looking at your phone, the clock had just struck 9:00. Your eyes widened, and you promised yourself not to overwork yourself again, but here you are, the last one in the office. Even the cleaners were gone and had turned the lights off.

Walking to your car was a blur from tiredness and just the want to be home. Opening the car door, you heard your phone buzz. The contact instantly made your shoulders drop, and your face softened. Jimin. You instantly picked up.

'Hey you.' You said sitting in the car.

'Y/N please don't tell me you just finished work.'

As he finished his sentence, you could hear just noise coming toward the phone.

'Y/N it's practically bed time! Why are you still working?!'

That was Tae.

You could hear Jimin get control of the phone back and shushing everyone away.

'Sorry Y/N, everyone is just itching to see you. We all think you've been working too much and need to relax. Fancy some company? We're all here waiting and would love to spend Friday night with our favourite girl.'

You smiled, that last sentence brushed away most of the tiredness from the day. You didn't even need to think of an answer to respond.

'That's the best thing I've heard all week. Of course I'll come, let me just head home to shower and cha-'

You were interrupted.

'Nope, no detours. I can picture you crashing on your sofa alone, and I'm not letting that happen. Come straight here, Yoongi is also on his way home and said he'll meet you by the doors. And you know he doesn't like to wait longer than needed.'

You sighed and couldn't help but laugh a little.

'Fine you win, I'll be there in 10.'

'We can't wait to see you Y/N.'

You put your phone down and left the car park, heading straight for the boys' place.

They always leave you a car space between theirs. Ever since Jungkook got a bike, you pretty much stole his car space. He didn't mind. He said it meant you had to come more often so no one else steals it.

Walking towards the doors you saw a familiar figure waiting for you. You picked up your pace a little.

"Yoongi!' You said almost running towards him.

He turned and gave a little smile, opening his arms as an invitation. You happily took it and ran to his arms, you needed the warmth of this hug. After the day you had this felt like heaven.

'Long time no see stranger.'

You looked up and smiled. It had been a few weeks since you'd seen everyone, but work had been so hectic you barely had time to sleep.

'Come on Y/N let's head in. Everyone's waiting on us and I think food is also.'

Your face lit up, especially when food was mentioned. You hadn't eaten since a croissant at breakfast, so food sounded amazing.

You got to the apartment and walked in to an array of hellos and welcome backs. At one point you practically lived with the boys so spending this much time away didn't feel right.

Hugs came from left and right before being ushered to the sofa.

'Thanks, guys. You have no idea how much I need this. I've had the day from hell.'

You felt a pain of hands squeeze your shoulders. You looked up and saw Namjoon looking down at you.

'Well you'll be happy to know that I've set the bathroom up for you, with comfy clothes and the showers already warming up.'

You couldn't believe how lucky you were to have these boys in your life.

You showered the day away and got dressed in the clothes left. One of the boys' shorts and t-shirts. You love nights like these. You love the boys, and they love you too. The relationship you guys had was kind of a blur, but you all loved each other, and they were enough.

Coming back to the sofa, you all shared a pizza and jokes about the day. You would say something your boss said, and either Jungkook or Tae would make a snarky comment about them, making you laugh.

Hobi stood and changed the tv to a movie. You all sat together. Arms were wrapped around you and you sank into the comfort of their arms.

'Thank-you boys, I needed this so much.'

Jimin leaned over and kissed your shoulder.

'You don't deserve to have days line today, Y/N. You deserve yo be treated like a princess.'

Hobi sits in front of you on the floor and leans on your crossed legs.

'We hate seeing you so stressed, and we guessed from not seeing you for so long that something wasn't right. We love you and care for you.' He rubs your knee with his thumb.

Jungkook scooted next to you.

'I never want you to go back to that job. You're way to good for them. They don't know the Y/N we know."

He wraps an arm around your shoulder and gave you a squeeze.

'Thanks guys, I love you so much.'

'We love you too.' Tae said, giving you heart eyes. 'But this is getting way too cheesy. I declare a love attack on Y/N!!'

He said before pouncing on top of you, giving you tickles and random pecks, and before you know, you had almost all boys puncing and attacking you with their love. The apartment filled with laughter and love.

This night was just what you needed, and you never wanted to leave.

#bts scenarios #kpop scenarios #kpop #bts #jungkook #jungkook scenarios #bts request #yoongi scenarios #namjoon scenario #jimin scenario #j hope scenarios #taehyung scenarios #bts v scenarios #bts fluff

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bts-hyperfixation · 2 years

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How to Lose A Couple Guys

Part 6

The Maknae line is chatting over break one day pondering their colleagues. When it comes to you they come to the unsurprising conclusion that they all find you attractive. And so, despite you no co-workers rule, they make a bet to see who can win your heart.

Smut (Finally), Spit kink, DP, Mirror sex

Part 5

Instinctually, you drop Jungkook's hand, but the damage has been done. None of the men are willing to look each other in the eyes. You sigh and walk towards your door, the youngest man following cautiously behind.

"Y/N I can't leave things the way we did." Jimin starts before you even have time to acknowledge them properly.

"You can't tell me you didn't feel anything on our date," Taehyung interjects, earning him a jab in the ribs from the blonde. The men glare at one another as Jungkook stands wordlessly behind you staring at the floor. You can tell the pair are about to start arguing again. You carefully step between them, forcing them to take a breath as you turn and open the door to your apartment. The door swings open and you usher them inside, away from the prying eyes of your neighbours that had begun to poke their heads out at the commotion being caused.

The three men sat as far away from each other as possible. Jimin took the sofa in the middle, Taehyung the armchair closest to the door, and Jungkook the pouffe by the window, leaving you to stand in front of the TV addressing them like naughty children in detention. You stare them down, daring them to speak first. When none of them do, you decide it's your responsibility to clear up the mess.

"This weekend was a mistake. I never should've indulged your stupid little bet, and I never should have broken my own golden rule. I admit that's on me. However, you are grown men who should know better than to put your friendship on the line for a woman you barely know, and what for? Was there even a prize for the winner? Was it worth the way you are looking at each other right now?" You scold their behaviour and wait for a response. For a long while, it felt like you wouldn't get one.

"y... we the pri..." Jungkook trails off, mumbling his words, ashamed of the truth.

"Pardon?" You turn to face him and he clears his throat. Looking thoroughly uncomfortable, he repeats himself.

"You were the prize." His head snaps up when you scoff. "Not in a misogynistic way!" He rushes to correct himself.

"Yeah! More in a 'the others back off and the winner gets a chance to pursue you' way." Taehyung tries to come to Jungkook's rescue and fails as your expression only sours.

"The point is, we should have realised we all had feelings for you and never should have risked it all like this. But our date felt so easy... so worth the risk." Jimin reasoned.

"You guys barely know me. It's never worth risking it all for an almost complete stranger." You soften, watching how apologetic each man seemed. "You guys have been friends for over a decade. You cannot tell me some random chick from work is worth all this hostility."

"You're absolutely worth it." Jungkook stands, and the others follow suit.

"I've been getting to know you for over a year now Y/N, we are hardly strangers." Jimin chimes in, reaching for your arm as they move closer to you.

"Lifelong friends vs a colleague still seems like a no-brainer to me." You say, eyes on the rug. The rolled-up corner suddenly becomes the most interesting thing in the room as they approach you.

"Clearly you've never had a colleague like you." Taehyung reasons. You shake your head. The men are all touching you now. Jungkook's hand has slotted back into yours, Jimin strokes your arm, and Tae's palm is flat against your cheek.

"All of this is a moot point if you have no interest in any of us anyway." Tae's face is getting closer to yours, and you can't find it in you to pull back. "Tell me no right now, and I will back off. Tell all of us no and we will leave and never mention it again."

"I can't choose."

"That isn't a no" Jimin whispers in your ear.

"It isn't fair."

"Still not a no." Jungkook squeezes your hand.

"Look at us right now Y/N, has anyone asked you to choose?" It's a fair question because, no, nobody asked you to choose, they all just asked you to keep seeing them. Taehyung closes the gap between your lips before you can even form the words to answer him. Although he kisses you firmly, you could easily pull away if you wanted to. Yet you don't. Another set of lips finds their way to your neck, kissing softly along the sensitive skin.

Jimin, not wanting to miss out, presses himself against your back, keeping you in Taehyung's grasp. Once all the breath from your lungs is gone, the dark-haired man finally pulls away. Jungkook tears himself away from your neck as they all take a step back.

"Do you want us to stop?" Jimin asks.

"No."

Jungkook wastes no time pulling you towards him and into a kiss. The others are standing behind you and kissing along the exposed skin around the collar of your t-shirt. A boundary they rid themselves of as soon as Jungkook pulls back to breathe. Your t-shirt is tossed to the other side of the room and they each continue, leaving little bruises along your shoulders as they nip and suck at the newly exposed skin. You want to roll back into their touches but Jungkook brings your focus back to him, a hand on either side of your face to keep your eyes locked on his as he leans in again.

His tongue runs along the seam in your lips until you open, allowing him to kiss you deeper, kiss you better. A hand snakes around your waist and fiddles with the button of your fly. The release of the button brings you back into the moment. The true absurdity of what seems to be happening to you right in that moment. Your heart is screaming at you to let it continue, see where it leads you. But your head knows better, knows that this can only make the situation worse. Just as slender fingers dip into the top elastic of your panties you remember the full absurdity of the situation.

"Stop." Your intent was to be authoritative, it comes out as a breathless whine. Still, they back away, letting you regain your control as they stand in front of one another.

"Did we go too far?" Jungkook asks, a nearly identical look of concern on all three faces.

"You can't want this... You were so jealous, so upset all week?" You're confused more than anything as to how you suddenly wound up here.

"I was jealous because I thought you'd never see all three of us... never agree to be shared by us." Taehyung shrugs.

"Sharing is actually something we are very good at. Please let us show you." Jimin looks you up and down suggestively.

"Yeah, we thought you'd like one of us more than the others, not that you would struggle because you like all of us. " Taehyung continues. "But if you have no issues being with more than one man, I see no reason why this couldn't work out for us."

"Just say yes, and you won't have to choose, you can have us all." Jimin grabs you around the waist and pulls you close.

"You're sure?" They nod in turn and so you nod too.

"Speak to us baby, tell us you want us." Jimin's eyes are lidded as his lips hover an inch away from your own.

"Then... I want you, all of you." He doesn't make you say any more than that. Instead, he leans in to peck you quickly, before dragging you in the direction of your bedroom. Somewhere on the way Taehyung and Jungkook's shirts disappear. You're too busy watching Jimin remove his to notice. A warm body presses against your back, arms wrapping around your waist as you get manhandled towards the bed.

Just as you hit the mattress, Taehyung notices the full-length mirror you have along the wall next to the door.

"That's gonna make this a lot of fun, get off on looking at yourself do you?" He smirks flipping you onto your back so you have to look at him.

"Haven't had the opportunity to find out since I moved into this apartment." You lean up on your elbows and smirk right back, trying to coax him into getting on with it. Now you know that this isn't going to be a choice, that you can have your cake and eat it too, you can't help but get a little impatient with them.

"I certainly can't wait to find out." Jimin crawls on the bed next to you, now only in his boxers. You want to twist to look at him but Taehyung cages you beneath him, one hand holds him up over you as the other squishes your cheeks together, keeping your eyes on him. You challenge him, unwilling to break eye contact first. Somewhere behind you Jungkook whines. He is getting impatient too, revved up from the date. Jimin laughs at him, you can see him crawling across the mattress in your peripherals. And then the whines stop, replaced by a cut-off moan.

The temptation to look at the two of them is almost too much. To know what they are doing behind you. What exactly it is that made Jungkook stop complaining. But the thought of conceding power so soon keeps you locked in place. Taehyung wriggles his knee between your legs and lowers himself until his nose is touching yours. He grinds down against you, and you match him, rolling your hips against his leg.

Finally, he kisses you. It's controlled and shallow, but even the little he gives you feels like fire. He releases your cheeks and uses his hand to grasp at your hair instead, he tugs gently to move your head in time with his. When he pulls back your lungs burn and your face hurts. But it's the best kind of pain.

You reach for the fly on his jeans and encourage him to get rid of them. He obliges, putting on a show as he stands up and shimmies for you. You shake your head, feigning disgust as an excuse to look at the men behind you, quite content kissing one another for the time being.

They look up long enough to notice their new audience.

"Do you guys do this often?" You can't stop staring.

"Well, it certainly isn't the first time." Jimin shrugs. "Who better to experiment with than your best friends?" He says it like it's the most common thing in the world as Jungkook tries to regain his attention for another kiss. It's cute watching the younger man chase after Jimin's lips, like they alone could provide the oxygen he so desperately needed. There was going to be a very long conversation at some point to find out exactly how their relationship became so close that Jungkook looked at the eldest like he held all the stars in the sky within one hand. For now, though, Taehyung reclaimed you by pulling your hips to the edge of the bed. It took very little effort for him to remove the bike shorts you'd worn for the day. leaving nothing between you but the thin lace of your panties.

He dragged his index finger along the damp fabric. He pushed hard as he reached your clit, wiggling in place and watching you shiver at the new stimulation. A moan slipped from between your lips before you could stop it, piquing the curiosity of the others, and bringing them back to you. Each man lay their heads' down on either side of you, upside down. You focus on the freckle under Jungkook's lips, never having been so close. Just as you begin to reach up towards him, Taehyung grinds his hips into yours. Your hand redirects reaching for Jungkook's hair and pulling with each drag of Taehyung's cock against your clothed folds.

Jimin's chuckle is melodic in your ear as both you and Jungkook moan together. He nibbles at your ear to keep you grounded in the moment, occasionally reaching to kiss along your neck. Taehyung keeps an even pace dry humping against you, purposefully brushing the head against your clit on every stroke. Eventually, each thrust becomes sloppy and you begin to question whether this is it, the climax you'd been waiting for brought to a few moments of teenage heavy petting.

That's when he pulls away, leaving you high and dry just teetering towards the edge. Taehyung reaches to detach your hand from Kookie's hair so the boy can stand up again. You look up at him sheepishly as you see the way the hair on the crown of his head now stands on end.

The men rearrange themselves so Jungkook is between your legs, knelt on the floor with the others on either side of him. Each of the elder men reach for a side of your panties and gently rolls them down your thighs, slowly revealing you fully to the youngest. Jungkook looks like someone has just presented him with the most delicious meal in the world and he wastes little time diving in.

Jimin's hand is in his hair, guiding the youngest as he licks along you messily, cleaning up the mess Taehyung had left behind. He circles delicately around your clit before Jimin is leading his head away again to delve inside, his tongue reaches surprisingly far inside making you squirm at the sensation. Taehyung bites Jungkook's shoulder and makes him moan. The vibrations of Jungkook's moan feel amazing against you. All too soon he is begging Jimin to let him up for air, the blonde relinquishing control quickly as the maknae backs away. Taehyung takes advantage and kisses the other man deeply, tasting you on his tongue, relishing the first taste of you.

While they are distracted Jimin takes his chance. He shuffles between your legs and stands to loom over you. He lines himself up quickly and presses against you until you start to take him in. It's a tight squeeze with little prep but the burn is worth it. His lips wiggle experimentally as he bottoms out, a groan all he can manage to voice how he feels. He leans down on his forearms, one on either side of your head, and cages you in. His face dips and he captures you in a deep kiss. Slowly his hips begin to pull back and forth, testing the waters before he decides to go harder.

"You okay?" He asks in between kisses along your jaw.

"I'm good." you pant out, your own hips matching his rhythm just to feel a little more friction. Taehyung and Jungkook seem to disappear into the background as Jimin speeds up. All you can hear is the slap of his skin against yours and the breathy little grunts in your ear every time he goes a little too fast.

A hand reaches between the two of you to play with your clit as Jimin's thrusts turn sloppy. The fingers on your clit find the right rhythm to have you cursing just as Jimin falters, pulling out with enough time to paint your stomach with his cum. You barely have time to recover as Jimin rolls off you and the owner of those delightful fingers comes into view. Taehyung grins as he leans down to kiss you. His mouth travels to your jaw, then to your neck, lingering over your chest, before reaching his true goal. He licks all of Jimin's cum into his mouth, eyes never once leaving yours. The image is absolutely filthy.

His tongue lolls out of his mouth, creamy evidence that he hadn't swallowed hanging from the tip. He returns to face height and you open your mouth waiting to see what he'll do. He spits the remains of Jimin's cum into your mouth, before sealing it with a kiss and forcing you to swallow.

"How about we try out that mirror now baby?" He pushes at your hips willing you to roll over onto your front, and you do as told, finally getting a good look at yourself. Your mascara is halfway down your cheeks, remaining lipstick smeared across your chin, hair matted beyond belief. You looked like a woman that'd been through a lot worse than one round of sex. Movement in the corner of the mirror catches your attention and you turn your head to find Jimin's head bobbing up and down in Jungkook's lap, pillowy lips wrapping around the head of Jungkook's cock. You whine, suddenly feeling empty. The blonde pulls away, eyes lidded, clearly spent from his orgasm.

"Did you want to help Kookie finish baby girl?" He asks and you nod enthusiastically. But before you can move towards them, Taehyung pressed his palm into your back to keep you firmly in place. You settle for making grabby hands until the intern moves to kneel in front of you. Your mouth hangs open expectantly and he quickly obliges placing the tip on your tongue just as Taehyung lines himself up to your still sensitive pussy. They hold eye contact with one another as they push in together, thrusting in tandem at a punishing pace. Your fists curl into the duvet beneath you, finding steady ground in the rough movement around you.

You can hear kissing above you but lack the range of motion to confirm your suspicions. You settle for the occasional glimpses you get of the mirror in between thrusts, keeping your eyes locked on where Jimin sits in the corner, lazily jerking off his semi-hard dick as the others chase their climaxes with you in between them. Jungkook tenses first, head falling back as he spills down your throat. You choke and sputter around his softening cock until he pulls out looking more than a little apologetic. You barely have enough time to even consider reassuring him before Taehyung's fingernails claw into your hips.

He doesn't bother pulling out, instead pushing as deep inside you as he can manage before nearly collapsing on top of you. Jungkook Nudges him so he topples on to the opposite side to Jimin and then he pulls you up into his lap. You clamber up happily, wrapping your legs around his waist and cuddling sleepily into his neck. He hugs you close for a little while as you all recover for a moment.

"Come on Y/N we need to get everything cleaned up before you can fall asleep." He grabs your chin between his finger and thumb and tilts your face to look at him. "Especially if we need to look like none of this ever happened at work in the morning." You groan at the prospect of facing the office tomorrow. You'd thought of a million and one outcomes to this weekend, every possible outcome except for this one it seems.

You allow Jimin to take your hand and drag you into the bathroom, each boy takes their turn getting in and out of the shower while letting you remain in there the entire time. Taehyung wraps you in a fluffy towel and hugs you close to him, shuffling back into the bedroom barely allowing more than an inch of space between you. Jimin had managed to find your spare linen while you had been otherwise occupied and had completely stripped and changed the bed. They had also found an old t-shirt that Jungkook helped you get dressed into before tucking you under the covers.

"Are you not staying?" You ask, watching each of them get dressed.

"There isn't exactly room for all of us on your bed Y/N." Jimin shrugged. You glance at the space around you, he may be right, but it still leaves you feeling a little empty.

"Do you need one of us to stay?" Jungkook asks. "We didn't want to be presumptuous, we haven't exactly talked this through..."

"I don't want to make you stay if you don't want to..." Each man looks heartbroken and immediately heads back to your bed, curling around you and each other.

"Of course, we want to stay, just didn't want to outstay our welcome for today is all." Taehyung clarifies, nuzzling into your chest as he lies out flat on top of you. Jimin kisses your forehead, as Jungkook attempts to shuffle everyone closer to the middle to save himself from falling off.

"We should probably get some sleep now, especially if we are all going to have to nip home before going into the office tomorrow." Jimin points out and you all mumble in vague discontent as you wonder exactly how tomorrow is going to work. But for now, you all close your eyes and drift off to sleep.

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There will be an office epilogue, this was just getting a little long and my computer is dying. Let me know how you think the office will react! Will they figure it out?

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