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raplinesmoon · 10 months

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Burn After Reading (KSJ x F!Reader) - VIII. Epilogue

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female Reader

Genres: action, heavy angst, smut

AUs: exes-to-lovers, spy!AU

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: ANGST, finally some good freaking fluff, reconciliation, confessions, a proposal, open-ish ending

Ratings: 18+

Summary: The agency made the biggest mistake they ever could by trusting Kim Seokjin one more time. You weren’t going to do the same.

A/N: Hiiiii! She’s back. I guess. Idk what this is - but I was hit with a sudden burst of inspiration to see this story through. I don’t even know what this is, or if it’s even any good or if anyone even cares about them still, but here we are, and I’m happy I could give them some sort of ending. My love for Spy Seokjin remains as strong as ever. I hope you enjoy! Lots of love, Isi 💜

Taglist: @jinpanman @berryjam17 @sandrafe-universe @jiminie-08

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It’s been said the sun shines brighter in the Southern hemisphere. Or maybe now you just had time to notice it more.

A funny thing, time. Before, you’d never had enough of it with Seokjin - your paths always crossing, tangled up in a frantic frenzy of never knowing what would happen to the two of you next. You’d been so sure that this time would be different. But it wasn’t, and now he was gone. And suddenly it all felt like too much.

The days dragged by like lead weights on your feet, the minutes on the clock ticking and ringing in your ears. The artificial sunlight the sealing touch in a cruel prison that left you with the biggest reminders of what you’d lost.

A whine echoes from the next room, and you seal the blinds shut.

Tip-toeing down the hallway, you’re careful not to make a sound, not knowing what you’ll find on the other end of the door to the lone bedroom in the tiny home you’d made your refuge.

Rounding the corner, your shoulders tense, and then immediately sag in relief when you see a wide pair of brown eyes looking at you. Seokjin’s eyes.

Hana was awake.

Her eyes continue to bore into yours, surveying you with her fist smushed in her mouth, and you have to look away for a moment. Your heart throbs with guilt at the moment of weakness, knowing you needed to be stronger for her. The last piece of Seokjin you had remaining.

“Mmmmm-,” she hums, tiny hands reaching for you, and you make your way over to the crib that stands next to your mattress.

Taking your daughter in your arms, you rock her back and forth, content to hear her giggles and squeals as she wriggles with happiness in your embrace. There’s so much she doesn’t know about the world, so much you have yet to share with her. But you know the time will come eventually. For now, you hold her closer.

That’s when you hear the knock on the front door.

Kim Namjoon looks older than when you’d seen him last. His glasses have become a near-permanent fixture on his face, highlighting the lines that have taken up permanent residence between his brows. His hair is slick, which alerts you to the fact that the sunshine had moved aside for a storm to roll in.

There’s no look of shock on his face when he realizes you aren’t going to step aside to let him in. You remain at the threshold, shoulders squaring up against his tall figure, the last boundary separating him from the new life you’d created. From Hana.

You wonder why he’s shown up after all this time. The visits and calls from Jungkook you’d come to expect, the doe-eyed young agent turning into somewhat of a friend. At least, on your end of things anyway.

But there was no love lost for Namjoon in your heart. The man before you had once been like Yoongi, a dear friend. You wondered when that had all changed, and whether regret clouded his heart for all the years he’d spent pushing others away, chasing the greater good, destroying countless lives in the process, yours and Seokjin’s included.

“___,” Namjoon croaks out, taking you by surprise when he doesn’t immediately address you by your code name. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Bile rises up in your throat, hot and angry, and you close the door behind you, stepping out into the rain. You watch Namjoon stagger back, hands up in his defense before you can do anything.

“We caught them. The men who killed Yoongi. They’ve been dealt with.”

It should ease the ache within your heart, knowing that vengeance has won. The world thrives on the game of give and take you’d played for the last however many years. But it was all a lie. There was no such thing as justice, fairness. The balance that you’d sought to achieve, that Seokjin had died for - all it did was create more chaos.

And you were tired of it. Tired because you know that despite what Namjoon said, it was what remained unsaid that lingered with you more - there was no news of Seokjin. He was truly gone.

“Leave,” you spit out at him, watching him recoil at your venomous command.

He doesn’t apologize, and you know he never will. But you see the way his eyes flit to the living room window, taking note of the toys that litter the floor of your home, and he raises a nod of acknowledgment.

“Take care of yourself, Rumex,” he whispers into the rain. And then, he disappears.

The harbour is quiet, almost peaceful today - the tide is gentle, waves swishing softly against the wooden planks of the boardwalk. You pull Hana’s sun hat over her eyes, not wanting her to be irritated by the warm rays, and the two of you resume watching the many boats and sails that litter the vast expanse of sea.

You often wonder about how many people must come on and off those boats - a shudder runs through your spine when you realize how easy it could be to be found by the wrong people. But then you remind yourself that it’s safe here. It has been for months, with no sign of the past in sight. Only a clear blue sky nearly every day.

Smiling to yourself, you strap Hana into her stroller, the two of you making your way down the boardwalk, passing by the many couples and families that have also chosen to spend the summer day outside.

Coming to a pause, you realize you’ve stopped by an ice cream stand, your tastebuds salivating at the thought of the sugary hit. Hana also seems intrigued by the swirly treat, her lips pursing in wonder at the rainbow-colored sprinkles.

“One twist soft-serve with—”

“Rainbow sprinkles.” The man’s voice speaks at the same time, and you freeze. It takes everything within you not to look to the side, not to have your heart broken again.

But it’s Seokjin who moves first, reluctantly reaching his arm out, hand quivering as he lays it to rest on your shoulder, and you will yourself not to fall apart.

“Hey,” he whispers, noting how you’re unable to look him in the eye. “I’m here.”

The ice cream is long forgotten as he leads the two of you away to a bench on the side, his eyes trained on Hana’s stroller.

You take a seat, eyes focused on the ground, and all of a sudden it hits you - the feeling of a crushing weight in your chest. And with it, the tears fall. You don’t know how long you cry for - maybe thirty minutes, maybe an hour. But Seokjin remains by your side the entire time.

When more tears refuse to fall, you finally look at him through bleary eyelids. The same broad shoulders, the same dark hair. Only now the perpetual smirk that once graced his face in your presence has been replaced by something new. Something infinitely more permanent and profound lurks within the depths of his eyes.

“Why’d you come back?” you interrogate him, knowing the words are crude and harsh. Knowing there are other things you should have asked first, like whether he was okay or where he’d been. But none of it seemed to matter at the moment.

“I’m tired of running,” he says wistfully, sadness flooding his eyes. “I’m tired of denying myself everything I’ve ever wanted, with the stupid excuse that the life of a spy is meant to be lonely, that everything is for a cause.”

He pauses, gauging your reaction to find that you’re still listening, that you haven’t run away yet, before continuing.

“All it did was cause us pain, cause us to lose everybody we ever loved. Yoongi, your parents. And then I almost lost you too. I don’t want to keep playing this game, ___. I don’t want to keep losing and losing. I’m tired of it.”

You can barely stop yourself before your hand reaches out, brushing the stray tear that rolls down his cheek, and Seokjin melts into your touch with another sob.

“It’s okay, Jin, you don’t have to run anymore. You can stay here and rest with me. With us.”

At the mention of Hana, Jin turns to look at the tiny figure in the stroller, his eyes widening and lips parted, on the verge of asking the question he wants so desperately to know the answer to, but nothing comes out. You give him a nod, confirming his suspicions, and watch him let out a sigh of relief.

He reaches into his shirt, clutching the thin chain adorning his neck, and you catch a glimpse of something glinting on the end of it.

The ring gleams under the harsh sunlight, and you find yourself holding your breath at the sight of the precious diamond that had been with Seokjin this entire time - right above his heart.

His grin only grows wider when he sees you eyeing it, slipping the chain off his neck and sliding the precious piece of jewelry off, so that it can finally take its place where it truly belongs.

Seokjin can’t decide what’s more luminous - the gemstone or the sparkle in your eyes as you hand Hana over to him, and he looks into the eyes so much like his own, tiny fists reaching for the hair at the back of his neck.

As you admire the ring, you’re interrupted by a buzzing in your pocket, the old burner coming to life again - you can only imagine what the message will be this time. But you choose to ignore it, taking the phone out and setting it to the side, accepting Seokjin’s hand as he leads you and Hana away from the bench, and towards your new life together.

Burn after reading.

A/N pt 2: This was the second original story I started, and it feels weird to have it end - like closing the door on a chapter I was so afraid to let go of. These characters are special to me in their own way, and I’m glad to have cherished them for so long and been able to share them with you. As always, any feedback and comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway.

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outrogi · 11 months

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laura's hoseok recs

I’ve been reading fics in here nonstop way before I started this blog. It felt like a sin not compiling a list of some of the stories that I loved and hadn’t gotten around to sharing yet, a few of them safe in my drafts until I was ready to make this.

I will keep on adding onto this list as I keep finding stories I've read before and would love to share with you. Leave some love and appreciation to the authors if you can!

disclaimer: all stories that include mature themes will be labeled accordingly. DNI if you aren’t 18+

♡ - favorite

S E R I E S

the purge by @jungblue ◦ violence, gore, angst

heartbeat by @joonbird ♡ ◦ gang au, angst, smut

guarded by @xjoonchildx ♡ ◦ mafia au, angst, fluff, smut

madeleine by @kpopfanfictrash ♡ ◦ arranged marriage au, one night stand au, angst, fluff, smut

airplane mode by @out-of-jams ◦ idol au, soulmate au, fluff, angst, eventual smut

O N E - S H O T S

polaris by @junghelioseok ♡ ◦ time traveler au, fluff, smut

covenant by @junghelioseok ◦ werewolf au, friends to lovers, angst, smut

party on you by @here2bbtstrash ◦ idol au, light fluff, smut

a universe to you by @readyplayerhobi ◦ soulmate au, angst, smut

oranges & lemons by @fantasybangtan ◦ modern greek mythology, smut

sonic rain by @jungblue ♡ ◦ college au, dancer au, smut, fluff, light angst

it's you by @jinpanman ◦ friends to lovers, teacher au, coworkers, fluff

note #1: if any fic recommended is in hiatus, the author has yet to update or left altogether, please do not pester them with updates.

note #2: These are not all of my JHS recs! There’s more with extensive commentary from me here and you can find more of my favorites here

#jhs #hoseok x reader #hoseok smut #hoseok fluff #hoseok angst #hoseok au #hoseok fic rec #bts au #bts x reader #it was genuinely tough not marking all of these as favorites cause tbh they all are 😭

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writing-on-the-wahl · 1 year

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An Undesirable Wedding

So @thepenultimateword started making prompt lists and now I have WAY too many ideas. There's more coming, but here is the sneak peek/teaser trailer for my first idea inspired by this lovely prompt by @thepenultimateword (original can be found on this prompt list):

9. Hero was supposed to marry Villain. But now Hero is dead. Apparently, Sidekick is next best, so they've been put in their ex-colleague's place.

“Absolutely not.”

Sidekick crossed her arms, mentally throwing daggers across the table.

Superhero lounged back in his chair, completely unaffected by her mental blades.

“The wedding is in three days. This is not up for debate.”

Sidekick slid the papers in front of her back across the table in disgust, then leaned back in her chair, mimicking Superhero. “You’re right, it’s not. I refuse.”

Superhero straightened, his swivel chair sliding back a few inches with the abrupt motion.

“Stop being so difficult about this, Sidekick.” He gave her a condescending frown. “Think about what will happen to the city if—”

Sidekick slammed her hand on the table.

The unflappable Superhero jumped a little.

“I don't care if this city crashes and burns.” She rose to her feet, waving at the papers littering the table. “I will never walk down the aisle wearing that dress.”

Supervillain gaped up at her. “Sidekick—”

She stormed across the room, ignoring the leader of the heroes calling out behind her. She paused at the door to throw one last parting remark over her shoulder. “And I loathe roses, so the flowers are out too.”

General Taglist:

@im-a-wonderling @shieldmaiden-of-gondor @watercolorfreckles @distance-does-not-matter @onestopheroxvillain @lolafaiy @chaoticgoodandi @1becky1 @tobeornottobeateacher @himynameisorla @superherosweet @brekker-by-brekkerr @crazytwentythrees @great-day-today @sunflower1000@selectivegeekwithstandards @chibicelloking @trantolette @sapphiques @jinpanman @genesissane @wish1bone1 @amongtheonedaisy @distractedlydistracted @kitsunesakii @glitterythief @jinx1365 @cherrychewingbrat @in-patient-princess @thepenultimateword @sorrow-and-bliss @technikerin23 @deflated-bouncingball @talesofurbania1 @rivalriotrenegade @valiantlytransparentwhispers

#prompt fill #pen prompts #first I make the fluff prompt angsty #and now I make the angst prompt fluffy #arranged marriage #forced marriage #why is my brain like this #sidekick x villain #that dress did not bring her joy #hero x villain #heroes and villains #hero x villain community #snippet #writing snippet #my writing #ngl the next part is angsty tho

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minisugakoobies · 1 year

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Versus Valentines

Happy Valentine's Day from your favorite psychotic supervillains (and one superhero)! These cards were created by* each of the characters from Versus, just for you! 😘💌💘

*yes they totally made these and any poor quality is part of the design 🤪

Taglist: @nch327; @dearbambideer; @sabrinareadsbts; @babycoffeefire; @parkdatjimin; @reliablemitten; @yuugehn; @ut-dixisti; @hesperantha; @bonvoyagenoona; @hobi-love; @bangtanintotheroom; @youcancallmemeimei; @bbl32; @neverthefirstchoice; @moonchild1; @blueversaillesdreams; @nabiolive; @akane82; @seokjinger-ale; @taeshuworld; @hannahbee12719ficrecs; @7minsuga96; @dvalitaes; @wonieclub; @miscelunaaa; @jinpanman; @minttangerines; @vyduan; @herecomesjoon; @augustbutwinter; @thatlongspringnight; @lavienjin; @wwilloww; @xjoonchildx; @acquiescence804; @itsirisz; @velvetskize; @bts-ruu; @aretha170; @justanotherstarlightmonger; @secretagent101; @yoongii-ah; @xuxibelle; @ddaeng-angmoh; @werewolfbansheelove

If your URL is italicized, tumblr won’t let me tag you! 😤 Check your settings!

Masterlist 💜 Find me on AO3 💜

#min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #jeon jungkook #kim taehyung #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #fic: versus #bts valentines #yoongi fanfic #hoseok fanfic #bts fanfic #btscarnivalnet #btshoneyhive #thebtswritersclub #bangtanoasis #bangtanarmynet #possumswrite

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absentcaryatid · 2 years

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Looking for something else to read?

18+ Version. Here are the masterlists of some of the K-pop fanfic writers I enjoy on here. Search their name on my tumblr to bring up fic reviews for that author. Last updated Dec 2023.

All Tumblr Using Ages:

Blossom-hwa Masterlist, ATEEZ, Golden Child, Stray Kids, The Boyz

Catboymingi Masterlist, ATEEZ

Echotoyou Masterlist, BTS

Mingtinys Masterlist, ATEEZ, BTS, NCT Dream, SuperM

Mooncakesofpan Masterlist, NCT, Stray Kids

Thexautisticxkpopper Masterlist, Block B, EXO, GOT7, NCT, VIXX

Theaufanartist (Flashing GIF) Masterlist, ATEEZ, BTS, SVT, Stray Kids

Twancingyunhao Masterlist, ATEEZ

Warmau Google spreadsheet Masterlist, ATEEZ, BTS, NCT, Svnt, +

Wooahaes Masterlist, Golden Child, Seventeen, Stray Kids, Treasure

Writersrealmbts Masterlist, BTS, GOT7, Monsta X, NCT, Stray Kids, TXT, VIXX

Masterlists with at least some 18+ Material:

Atiny-piratequeen Masterlist, ATEEZ

Delphinium3000 Masterlist, ATEEZ

Hansols-yoda-boxers Masterlist, ATEEZ, SVT, + more GG and BG

Hesperantha Masterlist, BTS

Honeyhotteoks Masterlist, ATEEZ

Hongism Masterlist and Series, ATEEZ, BTS, NCT, The Boyz, SKZ

Itsallabouthedetails AO3 Masterlist, BTS, EXO,NCT, SHINEE, SuperM

Jinpanman Masterlist, BTS

Ladyartemesia Masterlist, BTS

Luffles424 Masterlist, BTS

Mingigoo Masterlist, ATEEZ

Mingirn Masterlist, ATEEZ, Stray Kids

Mingis-conspiracy-theories Masterlist, ATEEZ

Mingkily Masterlist, also try the archive for hidden gems, ATEEZ

Miscelunaaa Masterlist, BTS

Setsugekka Masterlist, ATEEZ, Stray Kids, NCT, The Boyz

Shadowynn Masterlist, ATEEZ

Sluttywoozi Masterlist, Seventeen, ATEEZ, Stray Kids

Smileysuh Masterlist, ATEEZ, BTS, GOT7, Pentagon, Monsta X, NCT, SVT

Snackhobi Masterlist, BTS

Sometimesiwritethings Masterlist, Stray Kids, ATEEZ

Sorikkung Masterlist, ATEEZ, Stray Kids, The Boyz, TXT

Sorryimananti-romantic Masterlist, ATEEZ

Tenelkadjowrites Masterlist, ATEEZ, Stray Kids, Taemin, Twice

Theharrowing Masterlists, BTS

Treasure-hwa Masterlist, ATEEZ, Monsta X, SVT

Vikingkinghongjoong Easy to browse archive of just writing, ATEEZ

Yungidreamer Masterlist, ATEEZ, Stray Kids

and finally an AO3 exclusive- Zetsumyona List of works on AO3

Don’t want to be on this list? Changed URLs? I will remove or correct information on request, no reason needs to be given. Please contact me in whatever way is most comfortable for you- @ me, comment in the notes, ask with private response from me, or DM.

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lcksndkys · 2 years

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Pairing: JJK x reader

Genre: smut, angst, minors DNI

Word count: 7.2k

Warnings: brief allusions to past cheating, protected sex, nipple play, fingering, male masterbation, handjob.

Summary: In a time when love seems out of reach, you are only ready for no-strings-attached companionship, but Jungkook is persistent and seeks to show you that true love is patient and kind. Starting from the beginning, this is the story of the TWOYH couple.

A/N: wow never thought i’d actually start this series, but here we are with ch1 finally done! thank you to @jinpanman @wwilloww @sahmfanficbts for your continued encouragement, without you wonderful humans, i would never have started/continued writing <3 and to anyone who read this, i would love to hear your thoughts, so please feel free to hit that ask button and talk to me :)

Feet aching, you glare daggers at your best friend. It’s been a few years since you’ve been to a venue like this- small and cramped with sticky floors and abysmal air circulation. You had a very long and arduous week at work finalizing the acquisition of a small underground band that ended up falling through at the last moment. Disappointed to have nothing to show for your efforts, all you want to do is go home to a hot shower and then fall asleep to the next episode of whatever true crime docu-series you have lined up on Netflix.

But Yeona had begged you, claiming the band was really good and she was sure you would enjoy their sound. And of course you caved to her. Part of you wanted to collapse into the peace of your quiet home, but if you were honest with yourself, you also didn’t want to be home alone in an empty apartment on a Friday night.

Tonight, there’s a local band lined up to play at The Magic Shop, and from the looks of it, they’re already pretty popular. You scan the crowded bar looking for Jeon Yeona’s unmistakable electric blue hair.

Spotting your roommate at one of the few tables off to the side, you make a bee-line for her. You drop into the only other bar stool at the small table. “I can’t believe I let you drag me out to this dump,” you grunt, flicking her ear in greeting.

“Oh come on, you love me. Plus, I promise they’re good!” she retorts, slapping your offending hand away.

You catch up over the next half hour while waiting for the band to perform.

The sudden clamor of girls screaming alerts you to movement on the stage. Your eyes widen in surprise at the sight before you.

Five men begin setting up various instruments, mics, and amps, occasionally throwing shy smiles and waves to appease their crowd. Each man is beautiful in his own right, but there is one in particular that catches your eye. You squint in disbelief. Is that-

“-Jungkook?!” you exclaim, eyebrows shooting up into your hairline in surprise.

You hadn’t seen much of Yeona’s little brother since graduating high school, only hearing small tidbits from your friend over the years. The last time you saw him, he was a sweet but shy, gangly teen with teeth too big for his mouth and a nose too big for his face.

Puberty sure was generous with him.

Tonight, he’s dressed in a black-on-black casual ensemble. Ripped black jeans and a cut off tank expose his muscular arms and some of his ribs.

And is that an undercut?

You sputter for a moment, thrown by the sight of him.

As a kid, Jungkook used to tag along with you and Yeona, but as he got a little older, stopped hanging around you altogether. You always wondered what happened to him.

You turn to Yeona who smiles sheepishly at you.

“I was hoping that you’d pass on Beyond the Scene’s mixtape to those R-Kive execs,” she confesses from behind her glass.

Your mouth gapes in equal parts indignation and shock.

“Please, babe, I wouldn’t ask you this unless I really thought they had a chance. Just watch them play and decide for yourself,” she pleads, hands clasped together, giving you her signature doe eyed pout.

At your hesitance, she grabs both your hands in hers, swinging them innocently between you, pouting childishly.

“Fine,” you sigh. You were already here and clearly the show was about to start.

The stage lights start to brighten and you note, belatedly, that all band members have taken their positions on stage.

Beyond the Scene begins to play, starting off their set with an upbeat number. Their music is a blend of catchy riffs, eloquent lyrics, and a perfect blend of vocals and rap. You’re surprised by the musicality of this small band.

Critiquing the band internally, you reluctantly agree with Yeona. Highly energetic. Performance focused. Relatable music. Also, it doesn't hurt that all the band members are incredibly handsome.

You can already tell Namjoon would consider pursuing this band as an acceptable replacement for the botched acquisition this week. Yoongi would be a harder sell since you knew he was still pushing to sign a rapper instead.

You are captivated as Beyond the Scene engages with their audience, transitioning from song to song with the seamless experience of a band who has been together for years. The first several songs are energetic and bright and you unconsciously bop your head to the beat, swaying in your seat as the thrum of the music seeps into your bones.

Winding down the song, you’re confused when the band suddenly starts clearing the stage. There’s unidentifiable murmuring caught on the mics as the friends exchange a few words. The keyboardist sets up a stool center stage while the prettiest man you’ve ever seen drags over a mic stand and winks into the crowd.

The excitement is palpable. It’s clear they’re expecting something.

Jungkook stands from behind his drum kit, pausing to take a deep breath before slowly creeping into the spotlight.

He takes a seat, fiddling with the rings on his fingers as he addresses their audience.

“How’s everyone feelin?” he asks shyly. Jungkook’s greeting is met with loud approval. He smiles down into his lap as if unaccustomed to the praise.

Your eyebrows rise hearing the deepened timber of his voice. He sounds like a man now.

“Um, I’m kind of nervous tonight,” he admits to the cooing audience. “There’s someone special here.”

His dark eyes sweep over the crowd a couple of times, finally flickering to your table where he holds your gaze for a split second before darting away. Heart in your throat, you belatedly realize you had been holding your breath.

What is happening?

“So, I decided to cover Never Not, by Lauv.” He speaks quietly into his mic, adjusting it to the appropriate height.

Surprising you yet again, Jungkook leans over to grasp the acoustic guitar, slinging the strap over his head and settling his fingers against the strings. He plucks at the strings a few times, tuning the instrument to his liking. But the way he clears his throat a few times while fiddling with his guitar has you thinking he’s nervous.

Tattoos blur into grey as his hand flies over the strings, his eyes slip closed as he loses himself in the song.

You’re captivated by his voice, both melodic and soulful, as he sings about love long lost. With some coaching, his talent could lead to something real. This band could be big.

Jungkook’s eyes stay closed for most of the song, only peeking open briefly on the chord progressions. With brows furrowed, he concentrates on expressing the emotion behind the lyrics.

With a final strum over the strings, the song ends and the crowd bursts into cheers. Jungkook’s head is still ducked, a small smile hanging off his lips, as he sets the guitar back on its stand.

Your eyes track his figure as he makes his way back out of the spotlight, getting comfortable behind his drums again. The rest of the band, who have been sitting scattered randomly on the outskirts of the stage, return to their posts.

“Isn’t our Jungkookie talented?” the pretty one asks the crowd. “Do you want to hear him sing more often?” He cups his ear to encourage the roaring of their fans to the chagrin of their drummer.

The boys giggle at Jungkook’s expense.

The bassist leans forward, bringing his heart shaped smile towards his mic. “Everybody! Did you see his muscles?” he mock-whispers salaciously while puffing out his chest and flexing his forearms and biceps. He turns back to get a glimpse of their shy drummer bashfully shaking his head.

You cover your ears at the crowd’s raucous approval, laughing at the band’s antics. It’s clear that they adore embarrassing their friend.

There are a few more words thrown around, and someone calls Jungkook their “golden boy”. Behind him, Jungkook ducks his head, tucking some of his dark locks behind his ears.

Eager to kick off the last half of their show, he clacks his drumsticks together, counting down into the next song and effectively ending their teasing.

The band launches into the final few songs, seeming to pick up in momentum the closer they get to the end of their set. Feeding off the energy from their audience, Beyond the Scene plays every verse and chorus like it’s their last song of the night.

Sweat dripping down his face and pooling in his clavicles, Jungkook’s exposed arms flex with the power he pounds into his drums. The rest of the night your eyes flick to and from Jungkook’s form as you fight the urge to watch as he performs.

By the end of the show, you admit to yourself that this band has appeal. They’re clearly talented and passionate about their music. And having five good vocalists in a five-piece band was unheard of. They’re definitely unique. You decide you just might include BTS’s mixtape in the next talent acquisition meeting.

Entering the bar, Yeona immediately picks a small table in between two larger ones while you order drinks for the two of you.

You’re about to ask about the extra seats when-

The doors fly open, accompanied by squeaking laughter and a flurry of limbs in dark clothing as five men playfully shove at each other.

Tilting your head in interest, you watch the band banter as they make their way into the bar.

Yeona follows your gaze with a sheepish smile.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I invited the boys too,” she shrugs.

You sigh, swirling the slowly melting ice in your drink. You know what she’s playing at now.

The loud squeaking laugh rings out again and you trace it back to the keyboardist. He playfully punches Jungkook in the side, following up with a neck chop causing the younger man’s face to krinkle in laughter.

They play-fight all the way to the bar where Jungkook wraps his arm around his friend’s neck, placing him in a chokehold. Peals of hysterics carry across the bar, a palm smacking repeatedly on the smooth table top in surrender.

From a distance, you observe the interactions between the band members.

As Jungkook shadow boxes with the keyboardist, your gaze wanders to their bass player who is leaning halfway over the bar top to flirt with the bartender.

The two guitarists are sipping from each other’s glasses as if trying to determine if they want to swap. One makes a face after drinking from both glasses while the smaller framed man laughs and accepts both drinks.

Yeona follows your gaze, watching you watch the friends.

“Tae always makes Jimin order two just so he can try them. That dumbass never actually wants anything more than a sip though,” Yeona laughs.

You raise a brow at her. It seems she is well acquainted with the band.

She tries to wave them over, but the boys are too busy ribbing each other and fiddling with their drinks to notice.

“Chim!” she calls out, arms up overhead and waving more aggressively.

Snapping his head towards a familiar voice, the pretty guitarist spots Yeona across the bar. With a drink in each hand, Jimin leads the men towards your table with a confident grin. He takes the remaining seat at your small table while his friends scatter to pull up bar stools and rearrange the furniture to accommodate a larger group.

Setting down his drinks, he wipes a palm on his jeans. Extending it, he grasps your hand and introduces himself with a soft kiss to your knuckles. “I’m Jimin, but you can call me whenever.”

You giggle at his ridiculous eyebrow wiggle, clearly joking with you.

Somewhere behind him, Jungkook rolls his eyes at his friend’s outrageously flirtatious behavior.

Next to him, their other guitarist sips from a glass bottle of coke. “We’ve heard a lot about you from Yeona. I’m Taehyung,” the guitarist says, reaching a long arm across the table to shake your hand delicately.

“All good things, I hope.” You lift a brow at your best friend who nods along genially.

Jungkook peers over, partially hidden behind Jimin’s slim figure. “It’s nice to see you again,” he says quietly with a grin.

“It’s been too long,” you agree, nodding warmly. “You’ve grown up so much!”

Shifting back behind Jimin, he frowns.

Caught up in Yeona and Jimin’s analysis of tonight’s show, you completely miss how the crooked smile on Jungkook’s face falters.

“Never Not isn’t what I thought Jungkook had been planning to cover tonight,” Jimin says thoughtfully. “He usually picks something more upbeat, but it seemed like people really liked it.”

“Oh, does Jungkook always perform a solo cover?” you are intrigued, looking between Jimin and Jungkook. It is highly unusual for a drummer to also be a vocalist, let alone proficient in guitar. You try to catch his eye, but Jungkook seems to be more interested in the condensation beading on his glass.

This seems to catch their bass player’s attention. “We started it years ago when Jungkookie was still a shy baby. It was just a joke; a way to get him used to the attention!” he laughs cheerily.

Somewhere in the background, you hear the drummer groan in protest while everyone else cackles goodnaturedly.

You tip back the rest of your drink, beginning to feel the warming effects of the alcohol.

Diverting the attention off himself, Jungkook starts introducing you to the rest of the band, silently hoping none of his other friends would blatantly flirt with you the way Jimin had.

“Hobi came up with the idea and the rest of the band kinda just pushed me into it.” Jungkook rubs a rough hand up and down his cheek, remembering how uncomfortable he had initially felt.The first time, he covered a popular pop song. With the familiar song, he had hoped that people would help sing along to drown out his vocals. Instead, the buzz of the venue seemed to dim, his clear voice cutting through and touching the hearts of the few dozen people present.

“And the old man is Jin,” Jungkook says, eager to change the subject and points to their keyboardist. “He’s not funny, so please don’t feel obligated to laugh at his jokes.”

“Yah! I raised you better than that!” Jin squawks. He’s waving a frantic finger at Jungkook, leading to another round of play fighting.

You giggle at their silliness, cheeks lifting with laughter as the group joins in on their shenanigans.

“Could I…” you trail off briefly to organize your thoughts. “Could I get a group shot of you guys and maybe individual pictures?”

You fiddle with your phone, fingers clumsy and head light, tapping open the camera app and looking expectantly at the boys.

Five pairs of eyes shift around the table.

It’s Jimin that breaks the silence. “You’re not obligated to anything, you know?” He shifts in his seat to square up to you. “We know Yeona asked you to put a good word in for us at R-Kive, and just to set the record straight, we don’t expect anything.”

Your head tilts in curiosity. “So, you’re passing up an opportunity to have your mixtape reviewed by a music agency?”

“We want it to be real,” comes Jungkook’s quiet, but assured reply.

The rest of the group nods in agreement.

“We want to be signed for our talent, not for who we know,” he continues. “But thank you, I- we- appreciate it.”

You take a moment to analyze the band in front of you and chose your next words wisely. They could be the next big group.

“Look, we just met but I think you guys have the talent. I think you could make it big; get your music out there,” you raise a brow at Jimin. “Why not have a meeting with Joon and Yoongi, before you make a decision.”

You fumble through your purse for a business card, sliding across the table to the lead guitarist.

The rest of the band looks to Jimin as he studies the information on your card. Reaching a tentative hand out, he picks at a corner of the card while he looks around the table before pocketing it.

Jimin crosses his arms. “We’ll think about it.”

The table is silent for a few moments, then Jin passes a napkin to your best friend. “Don’t lose this. I’m going to be famous,” he hoots.

Yeona unfolds it to reveal the vague outline of his lip print in tinted lip balm, laughing at his zeal.

And just like that the awkward tension is broken. Midnight comes and goes as you enjoy getting to know the boys and reacquainting yourself with Jungkook. You find that Jungkook is good company, making you laugh with his quiet jokes and competitive behavior.

Seokjin with his squeaky laughter easily charms you with his dorky jokes and wild gestures, made even more entertaining after he bought the next round of drinks. Hoseok is warm and bubbly, an interesting contrast to his more aggressive rapper stage persona. Jimin, the pretty one, is naturally flirty and affectionate, often draped over his bandmates. With his outgoing personality, you’re not surprised that he seems like the unofficial leader. You have a more difficult time analyzing Taehyung; he seems friendly enough, but somewhat guarded with you.

And Jungkook. Jungkook is the same boy you knew growing up- easygoing and goofy- only now he looks much more mature. You’d even call him manly, you can’t help but think with a shiver.

He’s lost in the haze of the alcohol and the sweet cadence of your voice. Seeing you in the crowd tonight had his heart thumping and stomach twisting like he was 13 years old again.

You’re all happily buzzed and it starts feeling more and more like you’re catching up with some old friends rather than making new ones.

“Come on, let’s take your photos,” you raise your phone up and beckon to Jimin who poses with one arm across the back of Taehyung’s seat, a teasing smile directed at you.

You snap a few shots before turning to the band’s rhythm guitarist. Legs spread wide, Taehyung stares deep into the camera unblinking, before succumbing to giggles when Jimin jabs him repeatedly in the side.

Taking headshots of Hobi and Jin goes much like it did for the two guitarists. You get a couple of serious pictures before they dissolve into laughing fits. Although incredibly handsome, most of Jin’s photos come out goofy with his eyes wide and mouth open in the midst of yelling at a band mate.

Inspecting the initial photos for quality, you quickly text the photos to Yeona so the boys could review and approve them. Gathering around Yeona, they dwarf her smaller figure with their enthusiasm.

“Jungkook, you’re last. Smile,” you ask, focusing on his boyishly handsome face.

He looks past the phone aimed at his visage, seeing the tip of your tongue poking out from behind your teeth as you focus on getting the perfect angle and lighting.

Head spinning and endeared with your familiar habits, his eyes drop to his hands in his lap.

“Come on, Kook-ah,” you urge him to look up. Reaching out, you tip his chin up.

Bolstered with liquid courage, he catches your wrist as you let go. His palms feel large, fingers long, wrapping delicately around you and pulling you closer.

You stumble a little, easily thrown off balance by the alcohol in your system. Throwing out a hand, you catch yourself on Jungkook’s shoulder.

Oh, he’s built.

“You can take more pictures of me alone in my room later,” he whispers playfully against the shell of your ear.

“Jeon Jungkook!” you sputter, scandalized. “You can’t-” your eyes flicker towards Yeona who is still distracted, “say things like that.” You laugh it off, hiding your flushed face behind your phone as you capture the typically shy, but alluring drummer.

“I’m a man now,” he replies simply. Wry smile on his face, he tips his head to the side looking past your phone and directly at you.

Heart pounding in your ears, you focus on taking his photos, refusing to linger on the mischievous, albeit crooked, smile on his face.

You take a short series of group photos of Beyond the Scene, getting a variety of silly and serious ones.

Deciding on one last drink, you stand and offer to buy the next, and likely last, round.

“I’ll help you carry them.” Jungkook is quick to offer his assistance. With a gentle hand at the small of your back, the two of you make your way through the crowd and towards the bar.

“Oof,” you grunt, taking a hasty step back when someone roughly bumps into you.

A strong arm wraps protectively around your waist helping to steady you, but it all fades into the background at the sight in front of you.

A sudden weight in your chest drops heavy on your legs as if cementing you in place.

“Taewoo.” You feel your mouth moving, lips curving around the familiar syllables.

Your ex-boyfriend looks momentarily stunned, eyes that used to shine with love now widen in shock. You hate that he’s still as stupidly handsome as the day he left you.

“Oh, do you two know each other?” says a feminine voice.

Torn from your haze, your eyes flick over to the pretty brunette wrapped around his arm, who’s sweetly (re: cluelessly) looking between the two of you.

“We-”, Taewoo begins.

“- go way back. College friends.” You cut him off. Feeling hot pressure behind your eyes, you feel the frustrating yet impending tears threatening to spill over. You need to get out of there ASAP.

She coos, hand rubbing up and down his arm. “Almost 8 months together and I still haven’t met all your friends!”

Eyebrows flying up into your hairline, your head snaps back to look up at your ex who is looking more and more uncomfortable. You had only broken up several months ago, the sting of heartbreak still a familiar pang in your chest. A taped up box of his leftover belongings still sits in your closet, haunting you from its cluttered depths. You feel foolish to think he’d ever want you back.

“We just celebrated our anniversary and Taewoo wanted to stop by this bar for a drink,” she beams up at him.

The low lighting hides the shine over your eyes and the quivering of your lip. Taewoo had broken up with you earlier this year- citing a change of heart- after dating for three years. While you had thought you were about to take the next step in your relationship, he was clearly exploring other options. Instead of a ring, you got a cardboard box of your personal effects.

Hand still on your back, Jungkook feels the way you tremble under his light touch. One look on your devastated face and he has a pretty good idea what’s going on.

“Ah, sorry, but we were just leaving,” he steps in, quickly steering you away from the happy couple and towards the safety of the outdoor patio.

In a daze, you let the pressure on your spine lead you through a sea of bodies.

Once outside, you breathe deeply allowing the fresh, crisp air to cool the aching in your chest. Jungkook stands closeby, running a soothing palm up and down your back. To his surprise, you lean into his touch allowing him to comfort you.

Breath shuttering, you look up at Jungkook with sad, watery eyes. Taewoo had been the most recent in a string of men who made promises they didn’t keep.

“Why doesn’t anyone want me?”

It’s a rhetorical question, but in this moment, gazing down into your sorrowful eyes with alcohol lowering his inhibitions, it's one that he feels compelled to answer. Pulling you gently against his chest, his arms wrap around your shaking frame.

If sober, Jungkook would never had the confidence to utter the next few words. You feel him inhale against you deeply. In, then out. “I want you,” he whispers into your crown. “I want you.”

You gulp. You can’t, right?

Pressing you against the wood, his hands wander under the hem of your top to eagerly map out your curves. Connected at the lips, you open your mouth wider sending your tongue deep into the recesses of his mouth to lap against the wet heat of his tongue. You suckle at the lipring curved around the bottom corner of his lower lip making Jungkook growl into your mouth and pull you into his chest.

You blindly feel for the doorknob, desperate for privacy on the other side. Jungkook groans into your neck, sucking harshly at your skin when you break from him to dig your keys from your purse. Eventually, you get the stubborn door unlocked sending the two of you stumbling across the threshold in a tangle of limbs.

Heart racing and breathless, you drop your purse to the floor and pull him by the hand towards your bedroom.

His voice is deep when he chuckles.

"For the record, I never thought this would actually happen," he rasps, winding his strong arms around your waist. He pulls you in to reacquaint your lips.

"Shut it," you snap and push him towards the bed.

"Make me," he bites back with a smirk.

Kissing him one last time, you step back to pull your top off and quickly make work of your bra as well. Breasts bouncing as you haphazardly discard your clothing.

Going momentarily quiet, Jungkook’s gaze is drawn to your exposed chest, eyes roaming from your clavicles down the slope of your breasts taking in your topless figure. Heat tingles through you, lighting up every nerve ending at his blatant appreciation of your body. Your nipples pucker under his intense gaze.

His attention inflates your ego. Jungkook makes you feel desired. Your stomach lurches at the thought.

You roll your eyes and push the feeling down.

“Come on. We have to be quick,” you urge him. As you left the bar, you had texted Yeona letting her know that you were headed home early and she had responded that she would drive the rest of the band home. Which meant you had limited time alone.

Your fingers are quick to pull his shirt from his pants, quickly unbuttoning to push it from his broad shoulders.

Jungkook just smiles down at you pleased with your enthusiasm.

It takes no further encouragement for him to remove the rest of his clothing as you watch.

“Be a good boy for me and lay down on the bed,” you command.

Happily obliging you, he settles atop your sheets propping himself up with his back against the headboard.

Completely nude and wearing nothing but a smile, he laces his fingers and tucks his hands behind his head.

Your eyes roam his lithe body. Thick neck sitting atop a well muscled torso and held up by powerful thighs, he truly is a very attractive man. Tattoos cover his entire right arm and most of the right side of his chest, extending down his ribs, and you can’t help but feast on the black and grey art decorating his body.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” he says cockily, spreading his legs wider to showcase his rapidly fattening cock.

You laugh at his pseudo arrogance, rolling your eyes at his snark and trying to forget that this is Yeona’s brother. You focus on his body and ignore your conscience.

“I want you to touch yourself,” you instruct as you peel off your skirt.

Eager to please you, he begins obediently stroking himself while watching as you sensually undress for him.

“Faster,” you demand, joining him on your bed. Reclined with legs spread, you reveal the dampness that has gathered between your thighs.

Eyes dropping to your center, Junkook whimpers, but compiles, hand speeding up as he jerks his thickening length.

You watch as he pleasures himself for you, eyes roaming his impressive physique, you rub yourself through your panties.

“Do you want a taste?” you slip your fingers under the scrap of underwear to your slippery folds. Gathering some of your arousal, you offer him a sample of your wetness.

Craning forward, his tongue greedily laps at your fingertips groaning at your flavor. The hand fisting his cock speeds up as he cleans the slick off your digits.

He pants, feeling precum dribbling generously from the slit and using it to swirl his hand on the upstroke to tug on the sensitive tip.

“Don’t cum yet,” you command.

You let Jungkook pump his cock for another minute, mesmerized by the black ink that blurs with the speed of his hand. Satisfied that he’s fully hard you deliver your next command.

“Stop.”

He whines, but obeys your instruction, letting go of his throbbing erection as it bobs above his abdomen, heavy with his desire.

Jungkook is incredibly pliant for you, attention focused entirely on your movements. You preen under his amorous gaze, fingers going back under your panites to swipe at your clit. “What do you think of when you touch yourself?” you ask him.

He answers truthfully. A fantasy he’s had since he learned how to touch himself.

“You, in my clothes, with nothing on underneath,” he whispers.

Making a show of rubbing yourself under your panties, you moan at his confession.

“Are you going to let me fuck you?” he breathes.

You regard him for a moment reveling in his fucked out expression. Eyes dazed with desire and cock leaking for you, Jungkook is the epitome of sin. And he wants you, unlike someone else.

“No- ”

You smirk at his pout.

“- You’re going to let me fuck you,” you simper at him. You peel off your panties and flash him a quick glimpse of your glistening cunt.

Crawling the short distance to him, you swing a leg over him to straddle his lap.

His eyes drop immediately to your tits. With your newfound proximity, he can feel the heat coming off you in heady waves.

“Do you want me?” you ask him.

His eyes shoot up to meet yours. “More than anything,” he groans. “Please let me touch you.”

Confidence soaring, you grab his hands and place them atop your breasts, encouraging him to play with your tits.

“Oh fuck, you’re so hot,” he whines, feeling the fullness of your chest in his hands. “And all mine.”

Mine. But only for tonight, you think.

Giving him free rein to touch your body as he pleases, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and send one hand into his hair. With a firm grip, you lean back a little and direct his panting mouth towards your breasts.

Feeling his warm lips wrap around your nipple, your eyes slip closed as you moan out wantonly. Gently suckling it to a peak, his tongue laps against your pebbled bud sending jolts of arousal to your cunt.

Jungkook’s hand trails down the front of your pelvis, slowly creeping south giving you ample time to stop him. The other wraps securely around your waist.

“More,” you pant. “Touch me.”

Eager to fulfill your request, Jungkook slides his tattooed digits against your slickened folds. Finding your clit, he rubs gentle circles spreading your slick around your sensitive pearl making you whimper in pleasure. Jungkook kisses across your chest to suckle at your other nipple, temporarily diverting your attention from his wandering fingers. Muffled against you, he grunts in appreciation when you tug at his long hair.

He slides a lone finger into your tight passage, cock twitching in excitement to finally feel you around him. Pumping slowly in and out of you, he basks in sounds of your delight.

“Another,” you demand, hips grinding against his hand.

Unwilling to unlatch from your nipple, he expresses his enthusiasm with a harsh flick against you. He obeys you quickly, slipping another finger into you feeling the way your pussy stretches to accommodate him.

“Ah- fuck. You’re doing so good,” you praise him while he curls his fingers against your sweet spot.

With the way Jungkook pleasures you, it’s not long before you feel your climax begin to crest. Flattening out his hand, Jungkook grinds his palm against your clit as he curls his fingers, rubbing deliciously against your G-spot. The combination of his mouth lavishing your tits and his hand defiling your cunt has you tipping over the edge.

You moan into his ear as you cum, walls clenching rhymically around Jungkook’s digits. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm to help you ride it out.

He unlatches from your breast when he feels your hand push at his arm. Pulling out of your cunt, he slips his glittering fingers into his mouth to polish off your essence.

You bury your face into his neck, nipping and kissing up and down the thick muscles until he’s a whining mess under you.

Unwinding your arms from around his shoulders, you slide your hands up and down his chest watching as his breaths come out shaky and uneven. You let your nails scratch lightly over his tattooed skin and catch over a nipple causing his cock to quiver where it rests against his groin.

Smiling, you reach between your bodies and grip his dick in a firm hold. He gasps as you jerk him a few times.

“Condom?” you ask.

“Wallet- back pocket,” he croaks flopping onto his back against your pillows.

You lift off his lap and quickly locate his discarded jeans. Digging through the pockets, you find his wallet, and as promised, a thin square packet.

Returning to Jungkook who’s eyes have not left your figure, you sit atop his lap again. Ripping open the foil, you pinch the tip and place the condom against the dusky head quickly rolling it on and wipe the excess lube off your hand off on your sheets.

“Tell me you want this,” you ask one last time, lining him up to your fluttering entrance.

“More than anythin- ahhhh!” comes his reply, cut short when you start to slowly sink down onto him.

You feel Jungkook tighten his hold around your hips letting your control your descent, fingertips dimpling the soft flesh as he fights against his instinct to sheath himself into your depths.

You moan at the initial pinch of his thick length stretching your walls apart. Hands on his chest, you stabilize yourself as you take him shallowly at first. Your hips rise and fall, slowly fucking him deeper and deeper into you.

You feel him shudder when he finally bottoms out. Ass flush against his thighs, your toes curl feeling the way Jungkook fills you.

Head tipped back, you pant quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of his turgid length, stuffing you full.

You set a fast pace, grinding back and forth, rubbing your clit on his pubic bone with his cock nestled deep within your walls.

“Ah, fuck. You’re so sexy… feels so, ah- so good,” Jungkook babbles, overwhelmed.

Looking down at him, you see a man in the throes of pleasure. Brow furrowed and jaw clenched, his eyes shine as he gazes longingly up at you while your silken walls tighten around him. Further south, his hair is matted to his skin, sparkling in your slick as you continue rocking back and forth.

He pants your name repeatedly, hands wandering up and down your back, catching on the curve of your shoulder, down the column of your spine, and cupping your ass as you start bouncing, knocking a low groan from his soft lips.

Dropping your hips forcefully against him, you fill your bedroom with the sounds of moaning and slapping skin.

Pliable beneath you, Jungkook whimpers desperately. Sweat beads on his hairline as he fights off his orgasm, refusing to cum before you. He’s fantasized about this moment for years and would be damned if he disappointed you.

Above him, you enjoy the control. After everything you’ve been through, you need it.

“I’m getting close,” he warns.

You reach down feeling for the crux of your coupling to gather some of your slick off his cock using it to rub tight circles around your clit while you continue to bounce on him.

Mewling in pleasure, you urge him to lift his pelvis to drive deeper into you.

Leaning back, your hand settles on his thigh giving him the perfect view of your jiggling tits as you continue to impale yourself on his cock. The change in position presses him snugly against your front wall as you pound on him.

He looks from your blissed out face, to your breasts, and ultimately lands on your glittering pussy that’s stretched around his throbbing length.

Wanting to give you everything, Jungkook plants his feet against your bed for leverage and wraps an arm around your hips, pulling you close as he pistons his pelvis up to meet your downward thrusts.

Pushing your hand aside, he brings a hand down to your mound and uses his thumb to rub at your clit.

“Oh, fuck Jungkook,” you cry out as he swirls in tight circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves. “I’m gonna-” you gasp, feeling yourself fall over the precipice.

He growls, feeling your cunt tighten around him. Thighs quivering, your fingers rake across his shoulders, desperate to grasp onto something to ground yourself. Jungkook doubles down on thrusting up into you while he uses his strength to help keep you upright.

Head thrown back and moaning wantonly, pleasure surges from between your legs, consuming you. Seeing white, your body tingles in rapture as you unravel for the second time tonight. Your walls spasm wildly around him, milking his length and encouraging him to his end.

Your ears ring in the aftermath of an intense orgasm while Jungkook pants laboring to bring himself to climax.

“Cum for me,” you urge him. “Come on, cum for me.” Caressing his neck and shoulders, you feel his muscles ripple with urgency.

You remember how his dick twitched earlier and you stealthily card your nails down his pectorals before landing on his nipples. Taking them between your thumb and index fingers, you gently roll and twist making him howl in ecstasy.

Jungkook cums with a pitchy whine, wrapping strong arms around you to hold you close as his cock erupts deep inside you. He thrusts shallowly into your heat several more times to draw out his pleasure while he fills the condom with his release.

Heavy with post orgasm endorphins, Jungkook’s arms slacken from their vice around your waist allowing you to climb off him letting his slowly wilting length land with a soft splat against his thigh.

Still panting, you amble into the bathroom on shaking legs leaving a smiling Jungkook to clean the mess between your legs and search for something to cover your nude form.

Finding a hoodie and pair of lounge pants, you tug them on. You spare a glance at Jungkook who is carefully removing the soiled condom and wiping himself off with some tissue from your bedside table. He tosses both into the trash and he settles back into your sheets.

“Come back to bed?” he asks with a shy, but sweet, smile.

Hair mussed and chest flushed, Jungkook offers his open arms to you, inviting you into his warm embrace. Your heart stutters over a beat, surprised to find yourself wanting to return to his comforting hold. But seeing you suddenly dressed makes him feel strangely vulnerable. Maybe you aren’t into post-coital cuddling.

“Here,” you gulp, pushing down the swell of emotions in your chest. You toss him something dark and soft.

He looks down at his clothes, confused. Maybe you just aren’t into cuddling with him.

“You should leave before Yeona gets home.” You’re already standing by your open doorway, ready to usher him out of your bedroom.

“Oh, um, I just thought that- but, okay,” he says, fumbling his words. This isn’t how he was hoping tonight would end.

Your heart pangs in your chest upon hearing the thinly veiled disappointment in his tone.

Jungkook pulls on his shirt and stands to tuck his still wilting length into his briefs. He chances a quick look at you only to see that you’ve averted your eyes. He finishes dressing quietly.

He makes to slide between you and the open doorway, but you catch him by the elbow before he can escape to lick his metaphoric wounds.

You desperately want to put that sweet smile back on his face, but your mind and heart are a mess. You’re not ready to open up again. Not now. Not to him or anyone else, and you desperately try to put together the words to express that to him.

Even after what the two of you just did, you can’t seem to meet his eyes. You opt to look just left of his ear as you explain yourself.

“I had a lot of fun tonight, Jungkook,” you admit softly, as if afraid to be heard by invisible ears. “I want you to know that it’s not you, Jungkook. It’s just- I’m just not looking to start anything with anyone right now.” You gesture uselessly with a hand as if trying to pull words the right words from thin air.

That’s not exactly what he wants to hear, but it’s a start. He heard that you and Taewoo had a rough breakup, though the details had always been kept vague.

“If you want, I can do casual. It doesn’t have to be serious,” he offers. If he can only have your body, well, that’s better than not having you at all, isn’t it?

You find yourself entertaining his offer. No strings attached pleasure is tempting, but you look at Jungkook and all you see are strings.

“I had a lot of fun tonight, Kook-ah. You’re really- you made me feel really good, but I don’t think that would be a good idea,” you say gently.

Jungkook smiles halfheartedly in response, having no words with which to reply.

Things could get complicated fast, and you weren’t willing to risk Yeona’s friendship.

Jungkook makes to leave, but you grab onto his wrist with a last minute request.

“Please don’t tell anyone. Please, Kook-ah.”

He hesitates for a split second.

“Yeah, ok. Thank you for tonight. I’ll see you around,” he mumbles. Eyes downcast, he exits your apartment, shutting the door quietly on this way out.

Hearing his steps retreat into the night, you close the door and sag against the wood, drained emotionally and physically by the turn of events.

Disappointed in yourself, you curl up in bed and breathe in the lingering scent of Jungkook on your sheets. That night you dream of flashing lights, nimble fingers on guitar strings, and buck teeth.

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Seokjin Drabbles (XIX)

* s - contains smut

You’re in Trouble Now by @musicloverxoxo7 s established relationship Summary: Jin is on an important call with his brother. You haven’t seen him in a week. Nothing will stop you.

Love by Daylight (1/2) by @smeraldos rivals to lovers, Sailor Moon au Summary: The day you find out who your suave partner in saving the world is, you're absolutely, positively, without a doubt sure you'll be over the moon. You'll be so happy you'll think you're dreaming. Turns out you're right. You do think you're dreaming. Because this? This can't be real. You're being pranked. Someone, somewhere, is going to jump out and say you're on Candid Camera. (Please.)

Love by Daylight (2/2) by @smeraldos rivals to lovers, Sailor Moon au Summary: Tuxedo Mask is none other than your p(r)etty (boy) rival, Kim Seokjin.

Liason by @knamjooned lawyer!Seokjin, secret marriage Summary: Jin is extremely happy his office has blinds, as he can’t resist his new, secret wife’s delicious lips.

All Over You by @knamjooned angst, post breakup au, idol au

00:00 by @hoebaring slice of life

Only for You by @hoebaring established relationship, idol au Summary: A relationship filled with playful teasing, cheesy lines and wholesome love. A package, only for them.

“I wish I had never met you.” by @gukyi angst, soulmates au

Prince-napped by @gukyi prince!Seokjin, pirate!reader, strangers au Summary: Life is simple for a wanted pirate like yourself: leave nothing behind, and don’t stay for anything. But when you suddenly become entangled with a runaway prince who clearly has never left his palace before today, you suddenly realize that life is much, much more complicated than you thought it was.

The one where Jin is drunk off his face and you get friend-zoned. by @indgio established relationship, idol au Summary: You’ve been dating Kim Seokjin for 2 and a half years now, and it takes him all of a few drinks to forget that.

Him by @dameleia established relationship

That Famous Happy Ending by @jinpanman Enchanted au Summary: Two jilted lovers at a crossroads.

That Famous Happy Ending 2 by @jinpanman Enchanted au Summary: How does one react when they’re suddenly made of 2D and not human flesh?

Always by @byeoltoyuki established relationship Summary: Jin wakes up in the middle of the night, looking for you.

Yours by @byeoltoyuki established relationship Summary: You hid this relationship for too long.

#ksj list #seokjin drabbles

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Study Buddies

Summary: The I know bodies let me teach you anatomy with a twist!

Pairing: Namjoon x n. Reader

Genre: Humor, College AU

Rating: R

Warnings: Bondage, thigh riding, implied hand job, implied sex, dom!Reader, sub!Namjoon, language Word Count: 3,666

A/N: The latest fic to ever fic for @jinpanman! I’m so sorry for how late this is, but I sincerely hope you enjoy it. I tried writing this in a different style so I also hope it is ok!

It was early, too early, but you have a report to finish this morning and you stayed up too late studying… and catching up on My Hero Academia, but alas that’s not the point! The point is that it is too early and it sucks balls. If only you liked this fabled magical coffee. To you, it’s gross and you never understand how your classmates can gulp it down as if it’s water. Now water, that stuff is great!

The only coffee you can stand is from the little gas station off of university and whatever that other street is. Floyd or Lloyd?? They were back to back, literally the worst possible street planning ever, but anywho, the little gas station. It was a pretty standard run of the ordinary gas station. Nothing special except it’s on the way to your building on campus and that it has far cheaper coffee than any coffee shop ever, at least that you’ve heard of. You’re a college student, despite what capitalism thinks, you have no money.

Dragging yourself inside, you make a beeline towards the coffee counter. The student worker at the counter doesn’t even bother to look up at your entrance, eyes glued on their phone. Even still, you angle yourself so your back blocks their view of you pumping extra shots of French Vanilla creamer into your little cappuccino cup. You take a test sip of the overly sweet drink and quickly add one more pump. Perfect.

The card reader is fussy when you check out and have to reinsert your card. You shift your weight impatiently as the system slowly finishes ringing up. You stare awkwardly in silence at the card reader as the worker stares awkwardly in silence at the register…

…

“Would you like your receipt with that?”

Oh, thank God. “Nope, thanks!” and your zombie feet quickly carry you out of the store.

At least the weather is nice today, not too cold before winter comes in full force. As you walk down the empty campus sidewalks, you start to feel quite refreshed. Usually, you have to dodge bikers going way too fast or get stuck behind a group of students too busy talking or looking at their phones to notice you and scoot to the side like considerate people. Giddily, or maybe it’s all the coffee sugar in your system, you spread your arms wide as a nice breeze flows past you. The sound of leaves rustling, the wind in your hair, your hand smacking hard into something.

A man screams.

You scream. What the fuck!?

Quickly, you turn to see a man bent over slightly with his hands covering his face. Wow, would you look at the size of his arms and those pecs? That sleeveless training shirt should be banned because wooooow. Oh my god, how could you miss those thighs peeking out of his shorts? Who is this hunk of a man peeking over his fingers at you now? You take a sip of your drink, oh yeah, words.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Your hand comes to cover your mouth in a very delayed show of embarrassment and concern. “Are you ok?”

“Ah, yeah.” The man lowers his hands, though one does experimentally poke at his nose. He flinches but you sigh in relief that at least there’s no blood gushing out of his nose. That would have been horrific. “I’ll live.”

“That’s good to hear. It would be a tragedy if the world lost someone so hot.”

The man gawks at your blunt words and you hurriedly take a sip of your coffee. Wasn’t this stuff supposed to help your brain!? If it wasn’t so early you’d be mortified. The feeling is sure to hit you later in full force and you’ll spend the rest of the day sighing in a ball of gloom. For now though, “I really need to get to the library, I’m so so sorry! I totally owe you one ok!”

The man is as still as a statue as he stares where you just were. You dashed off before he could say a word. You were a whirlwind knocking him off balance, quick to leave as soon as you came. Or he came? Since he was the one doing his jog and was trying to pass you. He shakes his head and runs a hand through his short hair. What a weird morning.

A few days pass and your walk through campus was quite uneventful as you head to your anatomy class. Thank goodness, you keep cringing at the embarrassing scenario that happened. It’s a shame you never saw hot jogging man again but you are quite glad as you feel like you’d just melt into a puddle of embarrassment.

The large theater room where the seminar class takes place is freezing as per usual. You rub your arms as you skip down the steps towards the middle of the room. Not too far to where you can still see the projector clearly but far away enough if you doze off no one will notice or care. The professor is smart and obviously talented, but his teaching method could use some work.

You plop down in your normal spot and take out your notebook, flipping through pages of colorful notes and doodles. Once reaching a blank page, you start scribbling something in a corner boredly until you feel that heavy feeling of someone staring at you. You glance up, worried the professor came in and is calling on you, not that he even knows who you are with all the students he has, but the front of the auditorium is still empty, the professor yet to show up. Instead, a few rows down and a little to the left you see a man staring at you, squinting behind thick rimmed glasses. A very familiar looking man.

Oh, shit!

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

It is hot jogging dude!

Anxiety freezes your insides as you stare back at the man you assaulted with your hand the other day. You were slow to recognize him because of his glasses and the bulky hoodie covering his buff form. He looked so soft that you would have no idea that he was hiding those glorious pecs under that hoodie if you didn’t see him in that tight tank top. Oh shit-

You slide down in your seat, but there’s no point in hiding now that he obviously knows you’re there. So you send him a little awkward wave and then point at your nose, mouthing the word ‘sorry’.

He returns your little wave and then moves. You sigh in relief, but then have the urge to run when you notice him walking back across the row. Is he leaving because he was so embarrassed about the other day too? Oh, nope, looks like he’s heading down your row. Aw crap.

You bend your head down, pretending not to notice, and focus very hard on your doodle. You’re not even sure what you’re doodling, just doing the best you can to distract yourself, but the sound of a bag hitting the floor and cloth rusting has you looking up, right into the hot jogger man’s eyes.

“Hi.”

You blink your eyes as your brain reboots. His eyes are too pretty up close. Now he’s smiling at you. “Um…hi?” Why did it come out like a question!?

Rubbing the back of your neck, you hastily apologize again. “I’m so sorry for what happened the other day. Your nose is fine, right?”

He taps his nose without a flinch. “Told you I would live.”

“And I told you I owed you. Name your price.” You sit up, trying to show you were seriously sorry.

The man grins, nearly smirking, and adds “You also said I was hot.”

You instantly slouch down in your chair and hide your face in your hands. “I said I’m sorry! Please don’t torture me hot jogging man.”

The man laughs, a comforting sound that makes you peel your hands away to look upon his smile. He holds his hand out to you. “I’m Namjoon, though I guess hot jogging man works too.”

You take his hand, “Hello Namjoon, I’m bad with mornings and put my foot in my mouth.” You give Namjoon your name and try your best not to swoon when he repeats it back to you with a smile.

The lights dim and the professor, who you didn’t even notice had arrived and set up, starts the class. Namjoon sends you a flirty wink and drops your hand to attentively take notes. Your mind’s a blur the whole class and you can barely focus. Well you are focused, just not on the projector you are staring blankly at. All your attention is intently aimed at the man beside you.

You fidget with the pen between your fingers and all too suddenly the lights seem to come back on. Class is over already? You stare at your blank notebook and then turn to see Namjoon’s pages filled out with messy but detailed notes. Crap.

“You really aren’t great with mornings.” Namjoon took notice of your blank notebook too.

“Yep, I’m awful with mornings and nothing else. No other reason to be distracted during this exhilarating class.”

Namjoon laughs at your sarcasm and turns his notebook towards you. “Write down your number and I can send you a picture of my notes.”

You could just take a picture with your phone now, but you decide to humor him. Plus, it’s not every day you give a person who is both hot and studious your number. “I owe you two times now,” you write your number in one of your colorful pens on top of the page along with your name. “Seriously, if you need anything, let me know.”

“It’s fine, I really don’t mind.” Namjoon waves off your worries. “I could use a running partner though?”

“Ha. Ha. Ha. You really are trying to kill me.” You can’t help but snicker as you pack up your things. “I have to get headed to the other side of campus for another class, but I’ll see you around hot jogger dude.”

“See you, cutie who’s bad with mornings.”

Ok, yeah, you are absolutely sure this man was trying to kill you.

Exam season is in full spring and the library of course is crammed with exhausted students, holding their heads in their hands in defeat over textbooks and over expensive coffee. Well, not you!

One, because you have your water bottle and school hasn’t killed off your tastebuds completely yet. Though, that is now in question from the odd chicken nuggets you were able to scrounge in the dining hall the other night…

Reason number two! There’s no good spot in the library, or any spot open unless you want to sit on the floor, which you don’t want to do. It’s a fire hazard and you just know your butt would get numb. So, you may have seen a librarian make someone else move who was camping out on the floor due to it being a fire hazard. You picked up your bag and moved on to…

Reason number three! You are smart. Instead of being in an overheated and overstuffed library filled with the silent cry of students in agony, you found a much better spot. The science building next door was blessedly empty and silent, though almost a little too cold. Not one to be picky, you spend time finding the perfect spot, an empty open lab with long bench like tables. You spread your notebooks and textbooks over the large surface haphazardly, though careful of the empty test tubes left out. Now you weren’t squished sharing a small corner of an unbalanced table. Genius!

Your only company is the large analog clock going tick, tick, tick, tick, counting your misery as you stare at your notes. The sound seems impossibly loud. Propping up your textbook, you stare at the anatomy diagram, the names literally in latin, seem unreadable. You’re much more of a kinesthetic learner than visual, so anatomy, which just seems like a lot of memorization for the class you’re in, is rather difficult. You shall overcome!

…tick, tick, tick…

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be in here.”

Your head shoots up at the voice and whirl around, though you are relieved to see it’s only Namjoon leaning against the doorway. Hah, only Namjoon, the hot runner dude you developed a tiny crush on over the course of the semester ever since he sat next to you in class, or maybe since you backhanded his nose. He straightens and takes curious steps towards your table.

He’s in one of his bulky hoodies and sweatpants, the highlights of student fashion during exams. The fluorescent lighting gleams off Namjoon’s glasses as he adjusts them and peers over your shoulder. “Trying to study anatomy through osmosis?”

You rub at your forehead and cheeks, hoping the book didn’t leave any marks on your face. “I was just about to figure out how to soak the words off the page and into my brain until you interrupted,” you grin tiredly at him, “I’m much more of a hands-on learner so all this memorization is difficult.”

Namjoon freezes for a minute and you can tell he has an idea floating around his head. His lips though remain tightly closed.

Glaring at him, you prod, “What, tell me.”

Namjoon thinks for a moment before nodding to himself, as if trying to encourage himself this was a good idea. He moves beside you so you can see him better. “Well, you see, you need help with,” his arms waves over you, “bodies. And I,” the same arm is placed smoothly on the edge of the table, “know bodies.” His hand slips and then there’s the sound of tinkering glass.

A hand comes up to cover your shock, from not only Namjoon’s constant clumsiness but also his words, and can only watch helplessly as Namjoon fumbles dangerously with the test tubes after his arm neary shoved them off the table. Once the fragile equipment is safe, you can’t help but snort behind your hand at just what happened. The thought of how cute he is runs through your mind and you grin.

“Are you propositioning me, Namjoon?”

Eyes intently focused on the test tubes shift to shyly look up at you. Seeing your grin, he smiles back, “I figured since osmosis was out, a more ‘hands on' method as you mentioned might work out better.” When he sees you bite your lip, his face morphs into a more serious expression. “No pressure though if you don’t want to, of course. I can just step right on out and pretend this never happened.”

He takes a few steps back, but you reach out and grab his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. “I mean, if you want to help me study so badly, how could I say no? Though I do have to ask if this is a one of a kind special tudor session you have in mind or,” you trail off to bite at your lip again, “a long term kinda partnership thing?”

Namjoon blinks at you wordlessly for a moment, taking in your words. His wrist moves out of your hold and your heart falls. Before it can hit rock bottom, long fingers smoothly interlace with your own, and your heart rises, nearly bursting out of your chest. Your emotions are in a whirlwind as Namjoon pulls you up from the lab bench.

“I’m thinking more of a long term kinda partnership thing sounds nice…if that’s what you want?”

You nod enthusiastically, “Yeah, I think I’d like that a lot. Like, a lot, a lot.”

You wish you could smack yourself in the head right now. This moment should have been more romantic but exams turned your brain to ash. Best to put what you fail with words into action. Tilting your head, you move so your lips brush against Namjoon’s jaw line. His skin warms beneath your touch and you can almost feel his pulse flapping like a pair of butterfly wings.

Cute.

Lips turning into a devilish smirk, your mouth trails a hot path down his neck to where you feel his pulse beats fastest. A shiver runs through Namjoon when you find where he’s most sensitive and you feel his other hand place itself on your waist tightly. He practically melts when you suckle on his skin.

“Do you think-” Namjoon gulps as your tongue starts to lavish his skin with languid strokes, “we should go a little more private?”

After nipping at his neck, you regretfully pull away. Namjoon lets out a startled noise and you rub your thumb soothingly over the reddening spot on his neck. “I suppose that’s for the best, I’d hate for someone hearing you teach me so well that they would want to steal you away.”

Namjoon flusters even more and you feel his skin heating under your touch. “That, or someone reports us and gets us in trouble.”

You back away from Namjoon, hands slowly slipping through his, and you immediately miss it. “Just let me pack up my things and we can head to my place. Good?”

It’s time for your heart to flutter this time at the sweet smile Namjoon gives you, though the lustful look in his eyes sends the feeling straight down to your core.“Good.”

You never packed up your study notes so fast in your life.

It’s clear to see that the study session isn’t going how Namjoon thought it would, but he’s not complaining.

“Please, I-ngh.”

Begging is more like it.

As soon as the two of you made it to your apartment, the door barely closed before your hands were on each other, lips hungrily devouring the other. You fumble your way and Namjoon as you guide him back into your room. Namjoon’s knees buckle slightly as he backs into the bed, and you give him a helpful little push the rest of the way down. He falls back and his large frame sinks deliciously into your mattress.

“Take off your shirt and I’ll be right back.” You wink at him and watch as he grabs the end of his shirt to pull it smoothly over his head in one motion. You’re practically drooling as Namjoon leans back, flexing and smirking your way.

Namjoon licks his lips, “Don’t you have to get something?”

“Yeah…,” you trail off, giving a longing look at Namjoon’s toned body before turning around. “...Going.”

Heading into your closet, you crouch down over a large bag in the corner and quickly open it and pull out what you need. Both you and Namjoon are surprised at each other when you dash back out of your closet.

Him because of the cables or long rope in your hands.

You because he stripped himself of his pants and holy fucking god, his thighs.

“What’s that for?” Namjoon nods towards the rope and has to repeat your name to break the trance of you staring at his thighs.

“Oh, this,” you wave the rope around as if it’s nothing out of the ordinary. “Since I need to study, I figured it would be best if we didn’t get too distracted y’know?”

And that’s how Namjoon found himself tied to your bed, hands tied above his head to the bedpost with his legs spread and tied to the bottom corners of your bed frame. Your naked heat slowly grinds down on his thick thigh, smearing a trail of your arousal to shine across his skin. His head is cloudy with lust as your fingers trail over his chest.

“Please, I-ngh.”

You lean forward, pressing more into him, to enclose a nipple into your mouth. You suck around it hard and bite down, enjoying his sharp intake of breath and how his body pulls at the restraints underneath you. Your hips grind down harder down on his thigh in reaction before you pull up.

“Now, even I know that’s not the name of that.” Your nails trail over his skin, watching as his muscles twitch under you. “It starts with an ‘s’ right?”

“S-serratus anterior muscle,” Namjoon answers, his jaw clenching together in strain.

“Ah, that's it! Thanks. So we got deltoid muscles here,” your hands skim over his body to trace over the tops of his arms just under his shoulder. You then splay your hands out greedily over his chest again. “Pectoralis major muscles here.” This time you move your whole body down as you recite, “Serraus anterior muscle, external intercoastal muscles, mmmm rectus abdominis muscle,” and your tongue dips down to run between Namjoon’s abs, “ and linea alba.”

“Mmhmm, perfect score.”

You leave a soft kiss over Namjoon’s abs as your eyes look up across the expanse of his body laid before you. “Told you I was a hands-on learner.”

Namjoon pulls weakly at his restraints and sighs in frustration. “Think you’re up to skipping ahead a couple of chapters?”

You lift yourself up to sit back on Namjoon’s thighs. “I wouldn’t mind getting ahead a little bit and getting a good handle,” your hand grasps around Namjoon’s hard, erect cock, appreciating the weight of it in your hand and the way he gasps, “on the subject.” Your voice lowers and becomes husky as you start to grind yourself slowly on Namjoon’s thigh again. “Teach me everything, and tell me how it feels.”

Namjoon’s head hits the pillow hard as a long deep moan escapes his parted lips, finally getting touched where he wants after endless amounts of teasing. Any thoughts of science fly out of the window, but his bodily reactions and moans tell you exactly how he feels.

You never enjoyed studying so much, and you don’t want to stop until you learn every single inch of the man beneath you.

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