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kingofbodyrolls · 2 months

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Yoongi fic recs 2024 🥳

In honor of Yoongi’s birthday, I want to share my ultimate favorite Yoongi stories, that I’ve read this past year (2023-2024) 💜 I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹 🥳

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.❗

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their faces💜 Let’s share and give lots of love!

Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’ or last years recs 🙂

[index] → jan | feb (jhs) | mar (💜) | apr | may | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄.

⭐Illicit Favors @yoongiofmine // myg x f.reader // producer!yoongi, virgin!reader, f2l // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 When your editor tells you to re-write the chapters of your book because the sex scenes are weak, suggesting you write them from experience, what do you do when you lack any kind of sexual experiences in general? You go to your friend and ask him for help with it.

🗨️ Matchmaker Namjoon!! The premise is funny and leads to slight awkwardness, but it’s so good. I love the reader and Yoongi’s friendship in this. I was left speechless after reading it, I can’t recommend this enough 🙂

⭐Tricks of the Trade @stutterfly // myg x f.reader // body swap!au, soulmates!au, idiots to lovers, frenemies to lovers // 🥰😂🥵

📝 The convenience store across the street from your apartment carries your favorite energy drink. That’s why you frequent it. It’s definitely not because you have a big fat crush on the owner you’ve been flirting with for the better part of a year. Of course your brand of flirting can also be misconstrued as bickering. When a strange man wanders into the store, he thinks you need a little nudge to embrace the strings connecting you. Next thing you know you’re waking up in a body that definitely doesn’t belong to you. You can’t decide if it’s the best or worst thing that’s ever happened to you.

🗨️ This is utterly perfection! It is so funny and hilarious - but it is also insanely smutty! It’s really interesting with body swapping, what they learn about each other, lol. I read this on a day where I was feeling down, and it honestly made my day! 💜Also, now I kinda wanna watch ‘She’s the Man’ 😂

⭐Backtrack @mapofthesea // myg x pjm x reader // producers!yoonmin, assistant!reader, bi!yoongi // 🥵🥰

📝 There’s no telling just how long you’d been stuck in the windowless studio, and you’re just about ready to walk out and forfeit your paycheck for the week, until your bosses strike up an interesting bargain.

🗨️ Holy fuck 🥵 I feel like I need to take a very long shower now 🫣🫣🫣 this is probably one of the dirtiest fics I’ve read. It’s so good 🤤

⭐Workaholic @hobiwonder [10K] // myg x f.reader // “‘strangers” to lovers (I don’t want to spoil!) // 🥵😂🥰

📝 Yoongi needs to relax and Hoseok has many tricks up his sleeve to make him. None of them Yoongi thought included hiring a hooker to pay him a visit one stormy night.

🗨️ Wow okay, this was so freaking great! Like, what??? Incredible! A masterpiece! I really really loved it 🥺 everything was so fucking good, their chemistry, the tense build up ugh, so fucking good! 💯 ✨

⭐What the Moon Saw + Stolen Tides @violetsiren90 // myg x f.reader // non-idol!au, f2l // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 In the words of the great Stevie Nicks, "Time makes you bolder, even children get older, and I'm getting older too."

🗨️ This is just so fucking beautiful. Everything. About. It. Period. 😭 It is emotional, it is young love, and it is tender and loving - like, Yoongi is just so sweet. Their timing sucks, but thankfully Violet wrote a beautiful drabble to give the couple a lovely ending! 💜 Truly, please go read it, it is so good I was crying and felt so good after, it’s sweet – OKAY I’M SOFT I know.

⭐Oh, darling! [series; completed] @yoongiofmine // myg x f.reader // university!au, non idol au, professor!yoongi, student!reader // 🥰🌩️🥵

📝 Starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you’ve held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought?

🗨️ Holy fucking shit 🥵🫣😳 This is just one of my favorites series, EVER 💜 This is in my top 10, no questions! ✨

⭐Mami @kithtaehyung // myg x f.reader, knj x f.reader, jhs x f.reader // roommates!au, battle rap!au // 🥵

📝 You somehow have a conversation with Yoongi, and you tell your roommate about a date date.

🗨️ So, so good 🥵 really looking forward to more of this series 🥵 🫣

⭐Damn the Charcuterie Board @bratkook // myg x f.reader x pjm // bestfriends!au, threesome // 🥵

📝 This doesn’t have a summary, so here goes mine; reader has has a sling of unfulfilling sexual times, and in the company of her best friends, she thinks about a video she watched recently. Could they give her what she needed?

🗨️ This has been on my reading list for so freaking long! 🥹 And now I finally got to read it, and damn, it is one of the best, filthiest fics out there. So, so good! 💯🥵

⭐Cotton Candy Computer (1) [series; discontinued] @softyoongiionly // myg x f.reader // hacker!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 Min Yoongi is the top hacker in the world. He has put away countless other cyber criminals all whilst evading detection by virtually everyone he has ever crossed paths with, including the government. The diabolical super hacker that came close to tracking him down is now serving a 10 year prison sentence, all thanks to Yoongi’s handiwork. So what happens when the sentence is shortened unexpectedly? What happens when the biggest threat to public safety is roaming the streets again, determined to get revenge on the man who put him away? What happens when the worlds most infamous hacker just so happens to manage your local Mikrokosmic Electronics? A terabyte of trouble.

🗨️ Shit this was incredibly good!!!! Why isn’t it finished? 😭 I don’t usually read unfinished or discontinued series, but the summary really had me and I just had to read it – and now I’m hooked and I want more of this sexy hot hacker Yoongi! 😭 The story was also just so well written and the chemistry between reader and oc was so fucking perfect, and don’t get me started on the smut, like ugh 🥵 Gosh, I’m so sad there aren’t more parts to it (like the author planned four parts). But it’s so so good, and the cliffhanger isn’t horrible (in terms of wanting to read the next chapter). It can definitely be read as a one shot, I just really, really wished there was more, because, fuck, it was perfect! 💯💜✨

⭐Three Tangerines [series; ongoing] @kithtaehyung // myg x f.reader // fuckboy!yoongi, brother’s best friend!au, age gap!au // 🌩️🥵

📝 Throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart.

🗨️ I will keep screaming about Ryen and 3tan, yes. And if you have not read it yet, please take 3-7 days off from work or school to do so 😂

⭐Sinful Lust [completed series] @oddinary4bts [71.9K] // myg x f.reader x jjk // slice of life!au, bisexual boyfriend!yoongi // 🥵🌩️🌩️🌩️

📝 in an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating...

🗨️ this one is special to me (as is everything Ella writes honestly). This one is very controversial because of the cheating aspect in it, but it feels so real and it’s very well handled! I love it! It’s very angsty too, made me cry multiple times– I was just so invested in it! I’m really trying not to spoil too much (I already have lol). Just, read it okay??? ✨

⭐F*ck Christmas @sailoryooons [23.4K] // myg x f.reader // f2l // 🥰🥵

📝 Making hating Christmas your entire personality was never the plan. Then again, it seems bad things only ever happen around Christmas - like discovering your fiancé cheating on you, forcing you to move back to your sleepy hometown. But Min Yoongi happens to love Christmas, and if there is one thing your very stubborn childhood crush is going to do, it’s try to reignite your Christmas spirit. Even if he has to force-feed it to you with gingerbread cookies and too-sweet eggnog.

🗨️ Gosh, I remember reading this sometime last year and it was perfection - it still is! ✨ It’s so so so fucking good. If you haven’t read it, please do so 🥹 it’s also one of the best Christmasy fics 💜

⭐Eargasm + Eargasm II @lavishedinjimin [9.5K + 14K] // myg x f.reader // phonesex!au, sexhotline!au // 🥵

📝 the idea of having your first ever orgasm by talking to a hot, random stranger through your phone scares the living hell out of you, but maybe it won’t be as bad as you think.

🗨️ holy fuck, FUCK. this is insane 🥵🥵🥵

⭐Less of Them [ongoing series] @casuallyimagining [9.9K] // myg x f.reader // established relationship, arranged marriage!au, star-crossed lovers // 🥵🌩️🥰🪄

📝 as the daughter of one of the oldest families in the kingdom, when the king decides that it's you he wishes to marry, you're forced to make a decision and fulfill your duty, leaving behind everything you've ever known--and the only man you've ever loved.

🗨️ PLEASE, PLEASE— FUCKING PLEASE. If you have not read this one yet. Please do it now 😭🥺 It made me cry in the best way possible! The world building, the characters, their love for each other shines to fucking bright and then– [spoiler] READ IT yelling with hands frantically moving above my head

⭐Things that Grow @violetsiren90 [0.9k] // myg x f.reader // established relationship, idol!au // 🥰🌩️

📝 the idea of having your first ever orgasm by talking to a hot, random stranger through your phone scares the living hell out of you, but maybe it won’t be as bad as you think.

🗨️ it is so fucking beautiful, I can’t even begin to articulate… fuck. I know it’s very short, but dammit I love it. Every single freaking word in this is PERFECTION.

⭐Hard Liquor @chateautae [8k] // myg x f.reader x jjk // business!au, age!au, executive boss!yoongi x employee!reader // 🥵

📝 your dull evening at a bar becomes hopeful when your mysterious, handsome boss min yoongi shows you the ropes on everything alcohol, but shows you much more when he ends up buried deep inside you.

🗨️ it was SO FUCKING INCREDIBLE like I don’t even know where to begin??? The smut??? That has left me in utter need of Holy Water, because DAMN 🥵 The writing, flow of the story was also just 💯✨

This is my little corner with my own fics— I don’t write that much (I prefer to read), but it would mean a lot to me if you checked out my work or read it. You don’t have to, it’s up to you of course 🥰

⭐Friendcation [110.5k] // myg x f. reader // roadtrip!au/camping!au, f2bfwb2l, mechanic!Yoongi // 🥵🥰😂

📝going camping with your best friends seemed like a brilliant idea when you initially made the plans. But when you harbor secret feelings for one of them, what will become of you being close confined for three months? Trouble, that’s what.

🗨️ you might laugh, but this is very special to me because it’s the first long fic I wrote and I wrote it because I missed my sister and brother-in-law (they were going on a roadtrip across Europe, lol).

⭐Learn to Love Again [19.4k ] // myg x f. reader // hybrid!au (shapeshifter!yoongi), s2l, slice of life!au // 🌩️👻🥵🥰

📝people always leave. They become beautiful stars shining bright in the night sky. When life hands you lemons, you’ve been told to make lemonade, but that is hard when your soul and heart is breaking apart. When you rescue a tiny cat and meet a handsome stranger in the cafe, you finally feel yourself healing – but when they too leave, how are you going to learn to love again?

🗨️ this one is quite sad, but I really adore it. I wrote it when I was very depressed, so it’s very heavy in that department 🥲

And as a something little extra, here’s a few fics that I haven’t had the time to read yet, but damn I’m buzzing to get to read them:

Those Eyes Chico [ongoing series] @kookslastbutton

Burden @casuallyimagining

Pour some sugar on me @yoonia

Turbulence [AO3] by orphan_account

Only Yesterday [completed series] @borathae

Happy birthday to our Lotus flowers, YOONGI!!!! 🥳💜✨

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jjksblackgf · 1 year

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cater to you | ksj (m)

pairing — kim seokjin x reader summary — Seokjin likes to get pampered by his partner. He’s also a fan of the ponytail trope. He thanks heavens everyday for dating someone who knows what he likes. genre — smut, established relationship au rate — 21+ word count — 1.2k warnings — explicit sexual content, ponytail trope, teasing, masturbation (male receiving), oral sex (male receiving), facial

You sat down in your living room, cozy on your fluffy rug that was filled with cute stickers, and many pictures of your boyfriend. Since you both decided to celebrate a DIY-style Valentine’s Day, you concentrated on making him a cute card with all the knowledge the internet had to offer on arts and crafts.

After a couple of hours, the results were in. You made a decent card. You were in rough shape, but the results were worth it. A little tired, you put everything away in your crafts box, and lay down on the rug, scrolling through social media.

You’re a little surprised when you hear the turn of the keys at the front door. “I thought you said you were going to your house tonight,” you say, barely looking up from your phone.

“I was, but I didn’t feel like being alone tonight,” Seokjin says, with an unexpected tone of voice. Through your peripheral vision, you see him take a seat on your couch.

He was looking at you, your body, when your eyes laid on him. The tiny smirk on his face told you all you needed to know. Once he looked into your eyes, you could feel the warmth in your stomach. And just like that, you perked up. The exhaustion left your body in a heartbeat.

“Well, what shall we do?” you ask, slowly crawling closer to him before kneeling in between his legs.

“I have a few ideas,” he shrugs, sitting more comfortably on your couch while making a point to thrust his hip forward. He stretched his arms to interlace his fingers behind his head, his smirk a little wider now.

“Okay then… What do you want me to do first?” you ask seductively, tracing your hands up his torso, taking his shirt off in the process. Your lips meet for a few seconds, and when his fingers reach your hair, it sparks an idea.

“What do you want to do first?” he jokes, making you giggle.

“Well, I think I’m going to need my hair up for this…” you bat your eyelashes at him, and his smirk is now a full smile.

You go into your bathroom for a hair tie, and you could put your hair up right then, but what’s the fun in that? After coming back to him, you ceremoniously place your throw pillows where your knees will reside and don’t break eye contact while tying your hair.

You use his thighs as support while positioning yourself, and his breath is caught for a second. He always tries his best to hide his excitement, as a way to keep control of the situation, but you know how to break him down.

You kiss him again. An intense and sloppy kiss, before kissing your way through his jaw, neck and chest. You up the intensity and duration of the kisses when you reach his abdomen, moving slowly, trying your best to drive him to desperation.

After reaching your destination, you look up at his face. His eyes are slightly widened, his lips parted and his chest rising and falling at a faster speed. He’s eager. You caress his thighs through his jeans, from his knees making your way to his crotch, already anticipating his deep sigh.

You reach his zipper, unzipping it slowly. You look up at him again, in search of eye contact, and he doesn’t hide the lust in his eyes. His pants travel down his legs, and through his black boxers you see his bulge growing in size. But that isn’t enough for you. You want him rock hard.

The palm of your hands caresses his inner thighs, and he moans in both impatience and anticipation. His fingers reach your cheek, and he traces his thumb across your lower lip. Being your alluring self just as he likes, you connect the tip of his thumb to the tip of your tongue, and he sighs heavily.

“Stop being a tease, will ya?” he asks, his voice worked up.

“But I love being a tease,” you joke with a taunting smile. “I love building up that anticipation in your stomach,” you explain as your fingers meet his abdomen, slowly drawing circles. “I want you to feel that yearning,” you explain, your voice whispering dramatically, “I want you to wait for me. Wait for my lips. I want you to forget your name. I want nothing but desperation and exhilaration when the tip of my tongue circles the…”

“Enough!” he growls, brushing his hand across his hair. What a pretty mess. “Can you please just…” he whispers, without the courage to finish his sentence.

“Pardon?” you ask innocently, trailing your hands back into his inner thighs, making sure your hands didn’t touch his growing bulge. Almost ready. The conceited smile gave your tricks away.

“Can you… UGH!” he explodes. “Do I have to say it?”

“Say what?” you bite your lower lip and bat your eyelashes. It’s just too easy. But he’s in the mood to give into it.

“Can you… please… suck me off?” he closes his eyes, probably to hide his excitement from you.

“Oh… that,” you giggle. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”

You know that you can’t get away with that much more teasing, so you take advantage of the little time you have. Using your thumbs, you start to draw circles by the sides of his bulge, traveling up with each circle. Once you reach the waistband of his boxers, you take your sweet time taking it off, unveiling his, already throbbing, dick.

“Shit,” you whisper. His veins are prominent from expectation. He’s erect just the way you like it, and you can almost see the precum at his tip. Now you’re the one salivating.

Without much ceremony this time, you lick his shaft from the base, moaning as you reach the tip. Seokjin moans too, and his voice sends your stomach through a loop. You envelop his dick with one swift movement, and you can’t contain your moan as you draw back. You buried your face in between his thighs a few more times, losing the patience you had for slow movement.

After an impressive spit trail between your lips and his tip, you used it as lubrication for your hand. You massage his length up and down a few times, but you wanted your mouth on his dick again and so did Seokjin. You rested your hand at his base, securing his cock in place as you wrap your lips around him one more time. Your gag reflexes started to show up, but you persevered, going faster and faster.

You used your tongue to your advantage, making its presence known as your head went up and down.

“Oh, shit,” Seokjin says. He grabs the base of your ponytail and guides your head as he moans. You let him lead this way, concentrated in applying enough pressure with your tongue. His guidance gets faster, and his moans get louder and louder. You can guess he’s close.

You’ve barely changed your technique, just removing your hand out of its resting place at his base, allowing your mouth and tongue to shine. “Fuck, I’m close,” he whispers. With a loud pop, he removes himself from your mouth and uses his hand to finish. Not wanting to stand idle, you lick his balls. He hisses again, and just as you close your eyes, you feel the heat of his release on your forehead and cheek.

“Damn, I’m really good at this,” you joke.

“Yeah, but I think now it’s my turn to make you squirm.”

#seokjin x reader #seokjin smut #jin smut #bts x reader #bts smut #bts fanfic #bangtanbathhouse

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sweethartlullaby · 7 months

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༊*·˚ sweethartlullaby ꕤ masterlist ✧.*

·˚ ༘ over here!

if the ask button isn't showing up, please use the link above to ask me questions and request stories!

·˚ ༘ series

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐ 17 again with you 17 again with you ii ┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐ you, among the art you, among the art ii you, among the art iii you, among the art iv you, among the art v you, among the art vi you, among the art vii you, among the art viii you, among the art ix ┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐ i thought i was yours i thought i was yours pt ii i thought i was yours pt iii i thought i was yours pt iv

·˚ ༘ general

˗ˏˋ angst ´ˎ˗

what i wanted you to tell me let me be your heather too little too late the coffee shop where she worked almost home was it worth it? never more you will always be mine found soulmate ghost of you from people you know to people you don't if putting oneself first is so great, then why do i cry so much? so you remember to miss me on the drive home loving me is something you can never do hanahaki alternate ending hanahaki bittersweet blood loving you was always a losing game if only real sweet but i wish you were sober i'm nothing without your love stupid boy making me so sad

˗ˏˋ fluff ´ˎ˗

your hidden words head over heels love in the rain

˗ˏˋ random´ˎ˗

but you liked me bad the just world belief

·˚ ༘ specific

˗ˏˋ bts ´ˎ˗

after us (vocal line) vampire brothers (jjk and hjj) last 24 hours with them spidey kook missing pieces part ii (ksj) missing pieces (ksj) my angel, don't cry (kth) you and the drugs (jjk)

˗ˏˋ svt ´ˎ˗

vampire brothers (jjk and hjj)

˗ˏˋ bridgerton ´ˎ˗

venus is here

˗ˏˋ attack on titan ´ˎ˗

dancing with another man (ej & jk) all i want (ma)

·˚ ༘ drabbles

everything hurts more in the cold youth invisible people sometimes ruminations i think i love you overthoughts on the surface the craving christmas tree when we meet again i hate dreaming of you

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trustfratedjin · 8 months

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BANGTAN OT7 FIC RECS VOL. 1

Aight, here we go

Keep in mind that the 18+ warning does NOT only apply to smut, so please read the individual warnings on EVERY fic, thank yeowww :)

OT7

Idol!AU

Little Do You Know by @yoongiofmine Complete 18+

Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! by @birchandspruce Complete 18+

You Complete Us by birchandspruce Complete

wild, wild, wilderness by @kimnjss Complete 18+

home sweet castle by kimnjss Complete 18+

The Plot Twist ft Soulmate!AU by @blog-name-idk Ongoing 18+

The Line Between Love And War ft Soulmate!AU by @purpleyoonn Ongoing

baby (you complete us) ft Soulmate!AU by purpleyoonn Ongoing 18+

Unorthodox by @beahae Ongoing 18+

The curious move-in to apartment 27 by @sor-vette Ongoing 18+

Got the music in you baby by @minniedaisies One Shot

Love Starved by @hollyhomburg One Shot 18+

The Sex Strike by @borathae One Shot 18+

Soulmate!AU

The Book of Soulmates by @alpacaparkaseok Complete

Moonchild by @jeonggukkiepabo Ongoing? idk hehe 18+

Mafia!AU

Between The Bloodshed by @agustdakasuga Complete 18+

Ethereal ft Fantasy!AU by purpleyoonn Complete 18+

Ride With you by @jellifysh Ongoing 18+

The Way Of A Criminal by agustdakasuga Ongoing 18+

Thou Shall Not Steal by @xherxx Ongoing 18+

A/B/O!AU

House of the Omegaverse ft Dark!AU by @sopejinsunflower Complete 18+

Lone Wolf by @sopebubbles Ongoing 18+

Before I leave you ft Dark!AU by @hollyhomburg (READ THE TW FOR REAL) Ongoing 18+

Royal!AU / Historical!AU

The Return of an Empress by @you-are-my-joy Complete 18+

Fall of Empire by @aloneatpeace Ongoing 18+

Hybrid!AU

Abundance by @angelicyoongie Ongoing 18+

100% sure i've read more but i can't remember any of em rn lol

Dark!AU

Death Valley by @bangtangalicious Complete 18+

College!AU

Everything Falls (Into Place) by blog-name-idk Complete 18+

Thesis It by xherxx Complete 18+

The Apartment Games by @softiejoon Maybe discontinued but here for the aesthetics

Kings of Campus by @luxekook Ongoing 18+

Journey to the dick by @whatifyoulivelikethat One Shot 18+

Sharing is Caring by @theharrowing One Shot 18+

Fantasy!AU

Recrudescence ft Idol!AU by @chimchimsauce Complete 18+

To have, to hold, to make you stay by sor-vette Complete 18+

Other

All the Kinks ft Multifandom, Multi!AU’s by @helvonasche Complete 18+

Getting Back Into The Swing Of Things by jellifysh Complete 18+

Boyfriend for Hire by @remedyx Ongoing 18+

Audios by @youmyjhope 18+

Sh. by @wwilloww Ongoing? idk hehe 18+

NOT OT7

Idol!AU

Need by @bang-tan-bitches ft KNJ, JHS and MYG ft A/B/O!AU Complete 18+

The bias room by @chimivx ft MYG, KTH and JJK One Shot

Desperate by borathae ft PJM, KTH and JJK One Shot 18+

Floored by @lavienjin ft JHS, PJM, JJK One Shot 18+

College!AU

Stretch You Out by @chateautae ft KNJ and JJK One Shot 18+

Fantasy!AU

bitten & knotted by @jamaisjoons ft JHS and KNJ One Shot 18+

Other

Magic Hands by @breadoffoxy ft PJM and KTH Complete 18+

Fucking Around by @tanniefm ft PJM, KTH and JJK One Shot 18+

The Art Of Self Restraint by @scribblemetae ft PJM, KTH and JJK One Shot 18+

The Sope Surprise by @chelsea-chee ft JHS and MYG One Shot 18+

The D Box by breadoffoxy ft KSJ, MYG and JJK One Shot 18+

Swiss Miss by @here4kpopfics ft KNJ and KSJ One Shot 18+

Bigger & Better by lavienjin ft KNJ and KTH One Shot 18+

Package Deal by @hoseokhasmyheartxx ft JHS and MYG One Shot 18+

Rain On Me by @dawnagustd ft KTH and JJK One Shot 18+

When i tell you my hand is cramped from all the clicking and my eyes are blurry for staring at the screen for 8+ hours...

AND THIS IS HOW WE CONCLUDE 1/9 REC POSTS WUUUU

Stay tuned because I still have to post the recs from each member and one final giving a massive shoutout to all my favorite BTS fic authors of all time (including everyone here and many more hehe)

You'll notice that some authors weren't properly tagged, that's cause tumblr wouldn't let me tag more than 50 users, so I made sure to tag the writers AT LEAST ONE TIME in case there were more than one of their works mentioned here :)

Btw, if any of the links don't work or there is a mistake or anything, please let me know so I can fix it :)

BANGTAN'S HYUNG LINE FIC RECS VOL. 1

BANGTAN'S MAKNAE LINE FIC RECS VOL. 1

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nexus (m) part 2

pairing: ot7 x freader smut: yoongi x reader chp-focus: jjk, ksj, myg

premise: a notorious casino conglomerate, took you in when you were young. you practically grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest

summary: accused of murdering your best friend, you team up with a vengeful detective in an effort to uncover the secrets of the family you swore your loyalty to

characters: detective!jungkook, bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model!hoseok, therapist!jimin

genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au

wordcount: 7k

warnings: explicit smut, rough sex, todays theme is JEALOUSY, manipulated consent (emotional blackmail), teasing, manhandling, fingering, dirty talk, breast play, crying, penetrative sex, rough oral (m), power plays, a very sexually charged card game and limo ride, a whole lot of SEXUAL TENSION, jin is a FLIRT, suggested dacryphilia, toxic relationships (jin sir pls u good), petnames--princess, mourning/angst, jungkook is hot and COLD (tsundere), obsessive themes, blackmail, guns, character death (nonrelevant), alcohol, gambling, fear, mention of psychiatric treatment

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The smell. The distinct smell of false hope. Strong enough to cover the heaps of despair and loss which built it. The casino was ever lively—money on the table, green on green. The sounds of hearty laugher audible over the subdued jazz. Behind the polished bar, Yoongi watched over the crowd with caution. A smile painted on his face like art, unmoving but beautiful to those who looked upon him. He’d chat up his patrons, expertly pouring drinks, movements fluid as he created liquored masterpieces. The trust he held, like a chemist preparing a cure. Their lives locked in his palms.

He excused himself, towel thrown over his shoulder. His all black uniform a welcome contrast to his pale skin. Like a shadow he slipped into the back office. Within a small desk drawer was his pistol. A custom model—the five-letter branding so subtle only those who knew would be able to find it.

He held the weight of the gun in his hand. Nimble fingers tracing along it’s contours. The metal was cold to touch—and he hated it. He hated the life he had been thrown into against his will. But he did it for you.

And you hardly knew. You were utterly blind to the leash which held a vigorous hold around his neck. Even on nights where you’d kiss him so sweetly he could almost forgive you.

Ears tingling from the absence of the pounding music, deep-set laugher. Laughter only those with no care in the world could afford. The silence reminiscent of the void in his heart. He loaded the weapon. Locked in the cartridge and stared down the barrel. You’d look beautiful with it stuffed down your throat. But more likely, it would be Jin pointing it down his.

Tucking the gun in his back pocket, his shoulders relaxed.

A window to the casino floor showed a weak reflection. The fear in his eyes still hiding amongst theatrics of bravery. The fear that the Kim heir had beaten into him with his raw fists. The crooked man who you worshipped was a menace. But you worshipped the ground he walked on, and Yoongi simply couldn’t break the spell.

He returned to the bar. Smile wide with charisma. Despite the pulse of the casino around him, the weight of the gun dragged him down. A harrowing reminder of who he belonged to.

Yoongi hated gambling. It was his least favorite thing about you, yet you knew not of the high-stakes gamble he played almost every night. With every strategically poured drink and every charming conversation, he collected fragments of information, forging alliances and defying destiny. With every step, he embodied the dual essence of a bartender and a gangster—making him a valuable piece in Kim Seokjin’s game.

“Promise me something” The night before, you looked at him with so much adoration, he swore he could melt into your touch.

“Don’t fall in love with me. Because I can never love you back”

His lips parted, shocked—breathing in. Met in seconds with a kiss so incredibly hot that he could feel the burn even hours later. His palms immediately cupping your cheeks, lips pressed tight against yours, unwavering. The pain searing with your words made him dizzy. Made him nauseous. You were sickening, addictive and he craved you insatiably.

Deeping the kiss as he tilted your head back more. Eyes shut—lost in the feeling. Everything vanished. There was only him. Only you.

He pulled you in closer—lifting you into his arms. Soft moans escaping but neither of you separated for long. He didn’t want to part. Didn’t want to breathe. He wanted to be consumed by the crippling mess you were. Lips sliding across your jaw—peppering hot kisses down your neck. Your fingers weaving through his hair, guiding him. He gripped your hips gently, knee slotting between your legs.

“Promise me, Yoongi” You exhaled quietly, breath uneven, shaky. “I need you to say it”

Yoongi’s teeth grazed over your ear as he grunted in irritation. Fingers intertwining with yours he finally backed away, meeting your eyes.

“We can’t do this unless you promise” Exasperated, he cupped your face again, thumb tracing your bottom lip fondly. You grabbed his wrist, begging him with your eyes. Your voice was quiet. So quiet he could feel your words without hearing them. Lust burned in his gaze—eyes darkening.

The pain was delicious. The ache burning in his heart. He had never entertained the thought of ever having feelings for you. Never rendered the possibility. He understood the arrangement well. But hearing you say it. Seeing the way you looked at him. The way you kissed him, let him touch you, let him make love to you night after night.

“Yoongi, please” Words had a way of ruining the most beautiful things. Yoongi wondered if he had just stayed quiet, would the pain never come? You began clawing at his shirt, popping the buttons off one by one. Yoongi hissed, tugging at your lip warningly. Blinking at you for a second, he seemed to weigh his options. He lifted you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around him.

Staring at you a moment, everything slowed down. He grew annoyed. Why would you say that to him—you didn’t know him. You had no way of knowing whether or not you could love him so why cut off the possibility? Would it really be so wrong? He would care for you. Far better than any of those Kim bastards ever could, anyway.

“Yoongi” You screamed, back slammed against the wall. His hands hovered over your shoulders, fingers hooked under the straps of your bra. Swiftly he pulled them off, allowing it to fall into a puddle on the floor, his shirt following. Yoongi simply chuckled, pushing two fingers down your throat.

Yoongi pulled his fingers out, smirking slightly at the way your eyes quivered. He slid his hand down your body, under your panties so he could paint your quivering cunt with his wet fingers. He watched you carefully as he drew small, tight circles on your clit. His other hand on your neck, thumb tilting your chin up to face him.

“Yoongi stop” Your voice was tiny, almost afraid. The sound only made his heart pound.

“Fuck no” He growled. He dipped his fingers into your cunt, allowing his palm to flatten as you unconsciously grinded your hips against it. Curling his finger, he pumped in and out of you—your eyes rolling back. His lips going down your chest, dragging your bra down with his teeth till he could round his lips over your tender nipples.

A loud moan left your lips, causing him to hiss. Pulling his finger out he turned you around, pushing your chest against the wall before gripping your panties and tearing them in two. It burned against your skin, a dizzying sensation in your head as you heard the fabric rip. Immediately he pumped two fingers back inside, teeth grazing over your shoulders. His belt unlatched, you felt his hard cock slap against your ass. He pushed you down, bending you over with a hand tight on your neck, holding you steady.

“Who the fuck do you think you are huh? You came onto me, bitch. You don’t call the shots anymore, I do” You whimpered as his thick head pushed in. He lifted you onto his cock, chest pressed up tight against yours—looking nowhere except deep into your eyes.

You sank down so perfectly. Your tight walls hot against his pulsing length. Your legs wrapped around his waist so tight he could barely move. It was emotional, the way you held onto him as he rolled his hips, pulsing into you. Staggered breaths. Sweat on his forehead.

Harder. His hips jerked at the sound of your pussy, dripping out with his every move. Your eyes blasted with lust—lips parted, so incredibly fucked out with pleasure it had him salivating. Pretty little moans as he fucked into you.

Tight. Fast. Lost in your sensation. Eyes rolling to the back of his head.

His lips nipped at your jaw, tasting the sweat glazed over your skin.

“Where can I come?” His voice was hoarse. Low and broken with need. You stilled yourself, sliding off of his throbbing cock until you found your feet and stood. Within seconds you slid to your knees, mouth wide open—eager to please.

He swore you had never looked more beautiful.

He admired your face. Lips swollen, pressing his flushed tip between them, eyes wide with a false innocence. Swiping the drool away from the edge of your lips. You let your tongue wrap around his length, cautiously, exploring across his veins, watching his reactions as you tightened your cheeks around him.

Yoongi’s eyes rolled back, hissing as you began to bob your head up and down. Sloppy, saliva dripping everywhere, the obscene sounds exemplified by you taking him throat-deep, gagging all over. He chanted like a mantra, “Just like that…fuck…just like that”

Both hands on his base, you worked him vigorously, enjoying his throaty moans echoing throughout the room. He bucked his hips, tugging at your jaw as he pushed further down your throat. “Always so good to me”

His hand moved to your forehead, his grip on your head leading you along his shaft, urging you to go faster. He thrusted his hips forwards, forcing you to take him all the way. Fucking your face roughly.

“You can take it, I know you can baby come on” Back and forth, he pulled his cock all the way out, letting you catch your breath before stuffing you full once again. You squealed around him, smacking your lips, pouring yourself into your movements.

Every fiber of his body shuddered as he came, twitching and jerking as he spilled deep in your throat. You licked up every last drop.

He dreaded the silence that followed the beautiful storm. He pulled you into an embrace before you could think too card. Laying you down, peppering you with kisses. Loving ones.

He didn’t know you, and you didn’t know him.

But he wanted to change that. He wanted to fight.

He nuzzled into your neck. Sweet. You blinked back tears. He saw this, growing concerned. “Baby I—I didn’t mean to be rough”

You shook your head, sniffling. “It’s not you I just” The tears spilled down your cheeks. Yoongi’s heart wrenched, reaching to wipe them away. His touch endearing. “I don’t want to hurt you”

Yoongi pressed his lips against yours. Long, sweetly. A tired, exasperated kiss that seemed to say you’re incredibly, utterly perfect.

“I just don’t make promises I can’t keep”

You had cast a spell on him and he was undoubtedly cursed.

The next morning, Kim Seokjin had arrived at the suite. The broad man appeared much friendlier in person than the magazine shoots he had seen him in with his infamous mother. Likely his same age, he was undeniably handsome. Brown eyes that incited mischief, yet with a softness that was almost genuine.

Almost.

You had answered the door, wearing a fluffy casino robe. Unphased when you saw your dear friend. He looked at you briefly, before his eyes shifted to Yoongi who was still in bed.

“Morning princess” Tone was steady, smile evident, but Yoongi could see the irritation in his eyes.

“Hey” You greeted him politely. “Did you need something?”

Jin’s gaze was locked on Yoongi. “Actually, I’m here to talk to him” You seemed to pout. “Don’t worry, it’s just work stuff. Give us a minute, okay?”

Reluctantly, you wandered off.

Jin painted another smile on his face, entering the room. He walked up to where Yoongi had stepped out of bed. “Yoongi—right? I’ve heard great things about the tips you bring in”

There it was. The tricky power games that were synonymous with Kim Seokjin’s reputation.

“Yes sir”

Jin grinned at his attitude. “Now, Yoongi. Man to man. Where do you see this” He gestured his hand, “Going?”

Yoongi pursed his lips. He knew getting involved with these kinds of people was always complicated. But he was in too deep. He wasn’t going to give up on you just over some baseless threats. What he really wanted to know—was how the fuck Jin knew where you were? Was this motherfucker having you followed?

“She came onto me, sir”

“Oh I know” Jin chuckled, “She was nursing a broken heart, poor thing. My idiotic brother crushed her, so she’s acting out”

Namjoon. Yoongi recalled.

Jin’s gaze was intense—serious now, in contrast to his playfulness earlier. “I want you to understand something, Yoongi.” He took a seat on the bed. Leaning back, his hair flipped over his forehead. “I’m allowing this. For now.”

“Sir”

“There will be a time where I’ll need you to back off. And you’ll do it, otherwise your dean is going to get an interesting phone call”

Yoongi swallowed thickly. He didn’t like being threatened. How could you live like this? Did these guys interfere in every part of your life?

“Yes sir” He responded, humbly. Jin seemed satisfied.

“One last thing” Jin stood up, brushing the dust off of the lapel of his designer suit. He rest his hand on Yoongi’s bare shoulder. Skin cold to touch. Grip firm. “Hurt her, and I will kill you”

You made your way back eventually, noticing Yoongi’s shifted demeanor.

“Sorry, I know Jin is a lot sometimes” You kissed him, crawling into his lap where he sat, defeated. “He’s just looking out for me. We’re like best friends”

Yoongi scoffed. How naïve could you be? He knew crazy when he saw it, and that man was no friend of yours. He looked at you, eyes softening once he saw how cutely you were grinning.

“I’m glad he approved” You beamed at him. “This means, we can like, actually hang out…if you want”

God, of course he did. He would follow you to the ends of the earth if you asked. Interestingly, Jin was welcome to Yoongi after that day. You would bring him along on weekend getaways, Monaco, Bali, Paris and Milan. Jin would be there, occupied by his own vices while you and Yoongi got lost in a honeymoon haze. Sharing your darkest thoughts under the eastern sunrise, to hushed confessions under the northern stars. He learned you. Knew you like the back of his hand. Your quirks, likes, irritations and dreams.

“You’ve seriously never had feelings for him?” He asked you one day. You made a face.

“I’ve only ever loved Namjoon” Ouch.

Yoongi was skeptical. Frankly because Yoongi knew you were in love with him from the way your eyes would light up talking about him. Your memories from childhood, or the intimate laughs the two of you would share. You followed him like a little lamb, adapting his crazy lifestyle and engaging with his elitist friends. And after the glimmering lights would go down, you’d make your way to Yoongi, who was…

What was he?

A dog. You had him on a leash, Jin had him in a cage. He was a mutt allowed to you out of pity, to distract you from the real things that were controlling your life. Yoongi’s job was to give you a semblance of control. A sexual outlet, a shoulder to lean on.

And Yoongi hated you. Hated who you were around Jin and hated that no matter what he did, Jin would be a huge part of your life. Even if he did somehow, miraculously, make you fall in love with him, make you feel for him what he did for you without a doubt—Jin would still have control. Yoongi was useless in his shadow. It enfuriated him. Drove him mad. What lengths would he have to go to get you? What would it take for Kim Seokjin to back the fuck off and let you live your own life?

But your life was never your own. And now here he was, all the loyalty paid off into dust as he tended the bar at your engagement party. It was ridiculous. Did he truly mean so little to you—that he wasn’t even a guest? Let alone the fact that it infuriated him you had to marry one of these twisted, god-awful Kim boys against your will.

In front of him, the man of the hour—the so-called Kim Taehyung, sat with a dirty smirk on his face, eyes drilled onto the pair of die rolling in his palm.

“So”

It was in the job description. Make conversation with the guests. Yoongi had been around long enough to know how to make men like Kim Taehyung feel great about themselves, in more ways than one.

“Been a while since you’ve been home huh”

He set down the shaker, straining the drink mix into a margarita glass with a slight flick of his wrist. Taehyung watched the steady pour of the liquid.

“Absolutely” He smiled, although Yoongi could tell it was fake. “I had to come home. See my family—my brothers. After all,” He flashed his forearm at Yoongi, where the Kim crest was neatly tattooed, same as his brothers.

Yoongi squinted. He knew about the tattoo. He had seen it, both on Namjoon and Jin. He knew they got it after their mother died. But as far as he knew, Taehyung had left at a fairly young age, not keeping in contact with his family. Taehyung hadn’t been around for his mother’s death.

Right? Yoongi pursed his lips. Taking another look, he watched Taehyung carefully. Round eyes, thick lips, small fingers in which the dice rolled.

He looked familiar. Yoongi swore he must have seen this man somewhere before. He knew nothing of where Taehyung had been for the past ten years. According to you, no one did.

“Please excuse me,” Nodding politely, Yoongi rushed off into the storage room. Grabbing his phone, he googled the man you were about to get engaged to.

Kim Taehyung.

Nothing.

Nothing at all—not even so much as a media article on the engagement. No photographs, nothing.

But I know I’ve seen you somewhere.

He went to his own camera roll, scrolling aimlessly in an attempt to jog his memory. Would it have been school? The casino? He couldn’t figure it out.

Until he saw it.

A group picture. From a dinner one of his professors had invited him to. There he was—Kim Taehyung.

Except there was no way, Yoongi would have remembered if he met someone with that name. Was he going by an alias? Who was he?

Dialing his professor, he gulped the sour bitterness in his mouth.

“Yoongi? Odd time to be calling—is everything alright?” His professor greeted him kindly.

“Hi sir. Sorry about that I just have a quick question. That dinner you invited us out to…there was another person there who was not a student. Could I know their name?”

His professor chuckled, “Oh, sure. That was Park Jimin—he was a student of mine who now runs a private practice, pretty upscale clients apparently.”

Hanging up abruptly, Yoongi ran back out to the bar.

Yoongi didn’t like anything about it. But he had little time to ponder over it when suddenly you walked in, and he swore his heart stopped.

He couldn’t breathe.

Because it finally hit him. Had he told you everything he held inside? Had he made sure he savored every last second he had you? He couldn’t think. His mind went blank, red with rage—even moreso when Taehyung stood up in front of him and went to go see you.

He watched as he pulled you onto the dance floor—you hate dancing, Yoongi thought to himself. He watched as the man touched you, the lust in his eyes shamelessly evident.

He felt like throwing up. He prayed and prayed that you would stop. He wanted you to get away from him, he wanted you to be in his arms.

And his prayers were answered, as the ceremony was brought to a startling halt.

“You’re under arrest for the murder of Kim Seokjin”

Yoongi’s eyes darted towards the small ensemble of law enforcement that pushed through the crowd towards you, led by a man in a dark coat. Handcuffs clicked around your wrists and you were being dragged out. Yoongi ran to the entrance before they could take you—reaching out with assurance

“Y/n—listen to me” Your eyes were void of emotion. Frozen with complete and utter shock at the news. “Don’t say anything without a lawyer okay? I will meet you at the station with bail money”

You nodded slowly, but Yoongi wasn’t convinced you had heard him.

You were gone. Arrested. Yoongi spun around to scan the crowd—it was a critical time after all. Where was Namjoon? Yoongi looked on, searching for the Kim heir who was nowhere to be seen. His eyes landed instead on Taehyung who stood in the middle of the dance floor, a small tug at the edge of his lips.

Playing with those goddamn dice.

Jungkook’s mind went blank when he saw you. Breath quite literally stolen from his lungs. Never in a million years would he admit just how pretty you looked tonight. The soft fabric of your engagement dress fell against your body just right. Your face glowed, glitter on your eyes. Diamond choker on your neck—simple and yet dazzling.

Your lips were his favorite. Plump and glossy pout on your bored face. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to taste you. He wanted to tear it all off and ruin you.

Jungkook wasn’t cruel. He didn’t intend on arresting you in front of everyone. But the vile jealousy that built in his chest when he saw the way your fiancée, Kim Taehyung, sweep you onto the dance floor—he couldn’t help it.

The burning sight of Taehyung’s hands on your waist, face a breath away from yours, lips so close to your neck. The way he looked at you—way you looked at him. You barely knew this man—how could you look at him like that?

He had to stop it. Fists clenching he decided to arrest you then and there. The way your face fell when you saw him was priceless. You seized up at his touch, the soft click of the cuffs around your wrists where your ringless fingers lay limp. Slow, shaky, tears budding in your eyes but never spilling.

Oh how he would love to see you cry.

The moment he had you outside, all hell broke loose. You were livid. Dragging your ankles into the ground like a little brat. Rolling his eyes, Jungkook decided it would be far easier to toss you over his shoulder rather than continue putting up with your antics.

“Put me down you fucking asshole, I didn’t do this!” You screamed, kicking your pointy heels into his back. “Where the fuck is Namjoon huh? Why aren’t you arresting him, if anyone had motive—”

Jungkook suppressed an urge to snap back at you. Setting you down harshly, he pinned you against the side of his car, forearm by your cheek.

He paused, looking deep into your eyes. The rise and fall of your chest calling him closer. You glared at him with such spite. Such disgust. The thought of planting his lips on yours crossed his mind. Put that all that pent up anger to good use.

“Fuck you Jeon Jungkook” You hissed, your hot breath against his cheek. “I’m gonna get you thrown off this fucking case you piece of shit”

“That’s enough” His fingers gripped your jaw, forcing you to look up at him, “Do you really think any other officer in there is going to take on a case to arrest Kim Namjoon for murder? This is my chance to finally tear that stupid family to pieces and I’m not letting a spoilt little cunt like you get in my way”

Jungkook hadn’t realized how loud his voice got by the end. You looked petrified, nodding slowly. His heart squeezed as he could see a tear forming at the corner of your eye.

He let you go. Shit. Your best friend had died. You likely were just hearing about it. Clearly in denial or putting on a brave face for him. For the crowds. Turning away, he opened the door.

“Just get in”

Huffing, you did as he said, slamming the door closed. Jungkook slid into the driver’s seat, starting the engine as he looked over at you again. A tear finally spilled from your eyes, causing Jungkook’s heart to jump. Dammit. Reaching nervously into his coat, he pulled out a handkerchief, handing it to you.

His fingers brushed against yours as you took it. Your skin was cold—instinctively he grabbed your hand. You flinched at his touch, pulling away but Jungkook grabbed it again, tightly, pulling it back towards him. His hold unwavering.

“I am sorry for your loss” Jungkook’s eyes softened with something bordering concern. Gulping he released your hand, diverting his gaze. A reluctant blush painting his cheeks.

Jungkook knew you weren’t his culprit. As much as he loathed you, he had no vested interest in your demise. You were collateral damage. Unfortunately for him, the Kim’s had police tucked deep in their silver lined pockets. He had to be careful. Someone was always watching.

Clearing his throat, he put the car in drive, pushing the temperature higher to help you warm up. Turning out of the parking lot, he figured he should try and get some information off record before everything you would say would literally get used against you.

“Where were you last night?”

You scoffed. “You’re not getting a fucking word out of me.”

God, he forgot what a pain in the ass you could be. Spoilt brat. “Y/n” Jungkook’s voice was stern. “I can make your life hell, or I can help you. And trust me, I’m not someone you want as an enemy”

You chuckled bitterly, “Yeah because otherwise you’d be fucking obsessed with me like you are with the Kim’s”

He slammed his hand against the wheel. “Answer the damn question, Y/n”

“Getting ready for my engagement—which you crashed, by the way”

Jungkook’s tongue rolled against his cheek. “You didn’t want to marry Kim Taehyung, did you?” He needed to know. Needed to be sure you didn’t actually care for that man.

You grinned. “Why, you jealous?”

He looked you dead in the eye. “Yes”

That shut you up. Jungkook bit back a smile as you processed his response. “Enough with the attitude. Who was making you do this—was it Jin?”

You groaned, tugging at your handcuffs in irritation. “No, it was Namjoon.”

Jungkook pursed his lips. That wasn’t true. He debated if he should tell you now or wait until you reached the precinct so you could see it with your own eyes. He had hard evidence that painted Namjoon even more so as the culprit.

Jin wanted you to marry Taehyung.

Namjoon didn’t.

⟶ One Day before the Murder ⟵

The scratch of a record. A soft echo of jazz filled the glass walls as Namjoon stood, staring out the window. The 52nd floor. Looking out at people scurrying in the dark, small as ants, truly meaningless. His employees thought he was given this office, unaware of the blood spilt for him to truly position himself as the inheritor of Kim Enterprises.

Namjoon was forged in the shadows of the charming, alluring Kim Seokjin. And Kim Seokjin was gold—magazines chased him, models threw themselves at him, colleges begged for him to attend. To the world, Jin was perfect. Which meant Namjoon had to ascend perfection.

So he did.

Jin would spend his nights partying while Namjoon would study hard. Seokjin would sleep around while Namjoon ran for miles. Seokjin would get lost in the limelight, drugs, alcohol, sex—Namjoon abstained. He was focused on one thing: he wanted his throne.

The 52nd floor was his right. The cage he had built for himself. Here he was untouchable.

Here he felt, absolutely broken. Alone. Moreso because he had spent the day preparing for your wedding. His heart ached inside his chest. He wanted to vomit. Each time he’d see your name on a wedding card or an article, he felt like he was getting brutally stabbed in the chest.

You probably didn’t know. Of course you didn’t—but Namjoon had grown truly fond of you lately. Jin had moved out at a young age, wanting to freely bring home sexual partners. You and Namjoon remained living at the Kim mansion for a few years now. The two of you had a banter—ever since the night he took advantage of you, he knew you no longer had feelings for him. He had seen the way you changed after that. While he was ridden with guilt, the hurt made you blossom into someone else entirely. You became confident, sexy, and never let a day go by that Namjoon didn’t regret treating you better.

He kept you at a distance because he needed to stay focused, but things were getting too real now. You were getting married.

You were leaving him.

And he only recently admitted to himself that he loved living with you. He loved the way you would bug him while he worked. Loved the way you would throw little tantrums when you couldn’t figure out what to wear, or after a shopping spree you would come home and try on everything for him, ignoring anything he would have to say. He would miss walking past your room to see you lying on your sheets, blanket on the floor, pillow tucked in your hold—sound asleep. He’d pick it up and cover you, admiring your face as he did.

“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?”

Like a punch in the gut, Namjoon let out a sharp breath. Turning, he faced his college friend, Jung Hoseok.

Namjoon hated being vulnerable. So Hoseok was a great friend to have—because he was hardly ever in town, being a self-made supermodel. He was low risk. Disposable.

“No” Namjoon grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Hoseok chuckled, seating himself on Namjoon’s desk chair. He was wearing a bright blue jumpsuit—hair a shocking silver white.

“I can’t tell you how many bets I have that you’d fall for her one day. Damn, I’m gonna be rich”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, “I didn’t fall for her. I don’t give a shit about her”

Hoseok scoffed, “Mhm, sure. What I don’t get is why this fucking wedding is happening. You’re the heir now can’t you call it off? Don’t marry the woman you love off to your brother, that’s just fucked up man”

There were many times he wanted to tell you the truth. But he had worked too hard to give up his dream for you. When his mother died, Jin had agreed to surrender his birth-right to the company on two conditions.

“In exchange for the company, one of the things I had to promise Jin was that this marriage would happen”

Hoseok raised his eyebrows. “Really?” He rubbed his chin, “Interesting. What’s that about?”

Namjoon shrugged, turning back to the window. It was something he often wondered. If Jin cared about you so much—why would he force you to have an arranged marriage? To Taehyung, of all people. Taehyung who none of them had seen for over ten years. Taehyung whose whereabouts only Jin knew. And his mother, of course.

“I don’t know. But I agreed” And he knew you wouldn’t forgive him for that if you knew. He rolled his neck, denying the tears building in his eyes as he thought about you in a wedding dress, walking down the aisle next to him as he let you go. Forever.

He didn’t want your hand to leave his. He wanted to be on the other side. He wanted you to come towards him.

“What was the other condition?” Hoseok’s voice shattered his fantasy.

“He wanted to keep Nexus—Y/n’s mom’s company that my mother got in the will. I didn’t give a shit about it so.”

Hoseok raised his eyebrows, smirking slightly. “Nexus, huh” He mumbled under his breath. Licking his lips, he pulled out his phone. “Kim Seokjin—just what are you up to you little bastard?”

Namjoon pulled out a cigarette from his breast pocket, lighting it quietly. Taking a quick puff, he exhaled the smoke.

"I can't let her do this" His voice was hoarse. "I can't do this to her. She deserves to choose"

Hoseok rolled his eyes, standing up and walking besides Namjoon. Pulling the cigarette from his fingers, he grinned widely.

"I thought you’re the smart one, Namjoon. Jin's the problem. Get rid of him"

It wasn't as if the idea never crossed his mind. Namjoon hated Jin. Everything about Jin make him want to vomit, and yet, this was a line he couldn't cross.

Could he?

“All in”

Jin cursed inwardly. Your long fingernails traced along the edge of your cards, eyes flickering between your hand and the man in front of you. Dim casino lights accentuating the glitter on your lids, the pop of your lush lips which were grinning ever so slightly. You always looked gorgeous to him but tonight you were something else entirely.

His breath was heavy, palms sweating as he clenched his fists in desperation to keep it together. To keep his hands off. You blinked his way, innocently as if you were unaware of the teasingly low cut of your dress. The spill of your chest as you pushed your chips towards him.

As if that wasn’t enough. You laid your cards down right in front of him. Sliding them across the table. Pair of kings.

Jin didn’t even care. You would always win. And he loved that about you. It was as though you knew his thoughts before he even had them, always one step ahead, reading between the lines. You were a force to be reckoned with ever since Jin first took you to a backroom poker game years ago. With pride he’d observe your nonchalance—sending bratty chaebols running to their mother’s in tears after you swindled them out of their trust funds.

Seeing you at the table was something else. When you were in your element, your eyes would light up with a fierce blaze. With a slight of hand, you turned thousands into millions overnight. But you were never in it for the money.

You were in it for the kill.

“Fuck this, come here” Tossing his own cards aside, he beckoned for you to come to him. He needed to touch you. He couldn’t hold back.

Grabbing your wrist, he pulled you into his lap. Your scent was intoxicating. Familiar, and yet addictive. He placed his lips softly against your neck. You giggled, pulling away but he wasn’t about to let that happen.

“When did you get so pretty?” His finger trailed up your neck, tilting your chin up. Things had been tense between the two of you. The soft touches, the lingering stares—he was flirting with you. He knew he was, but he wanted to. So badly he wanted to tease you, rile you up and watch you unfold. It had taken every ounce of his self-restraint not to touch you in the shower that morning—something which hadn’t left his mind since.

“I’ve always been pretty” Your response was cocky, as expected. “You’re usually too drunk to notice”

“That” He nipped at your jaw between each word, making you giggle in the process “Is not true”

He allowed his fingers to aimlessly brush against your thighs. He looked at you enticingly, nothing but mischief on his mind. He pinched the fabric of your dress between his fingers, wanting to tear the damn thing off. Your hand covered his, halting him in his tracks.

“Tell me you don’t like it and I’ll stop” He sighed into your skin, tongue licking under your jaw. Your sweet skin was addicting to taste, and it didn’t help that he could feel you trembling in his hold. You were confused, he knew you were. But he could see that you wanted him. He could feel it.

He hugged you closer—chest to chest, feeling the drum of your heart on his. He wanted to fuck you so bad it hurt. He was so sure he had never been attracted to you this way. Of course he loved you, there was never any question about it. But you had been like a sister to him your whole life. Lately he found himself wanting you in a way he shouldn’t. He couldn’t.

Because you were getting engaged to his younger brother. And he had known that all along.

“Jin,” Your voice was barely a whisper, “Why?” It was a valid question. One he was not ready to answer. His advances had hardly been subtle.

“You said I wasn’t giving you enough attention. So here we are. Just me…” His finger trailed up your thigh, “you” From the table, he pulled out a single card, twisted between two fingers which he slid down the side of your face before pulling it away so sharply, a drop of blood trickled from your cheek.

“And a deck of cards” He leaned in, lips brushing against the tiny cut in a soft peck.

“Stop fucking around Jin” Standing up from his lap, you looked him dead in the eye. “I’m getting married to Taehyung. Your brother, who you love.”

Jin tilted his head in irritation. He absolutely hated being told no, it wasn’t something he typically had to deal with. Frustration boiled in his veins, the confusion so overwhelming it made his head spin.

The reality that he was falling for you. Hard.

He gulped, staring at you. Eyes softening as silence filled the air. He felt choked, throat gripping in anticipation of what he should say next—if he would actually say what he knew you both were feeling out loud.

There was a knock on the door. Instinctively, Jin grabbed your wrist, holding it firmly.

“Mr. Kim, you have a phone call”

The door opened, allowing one of Jin’s guards to walk in and hand him his cell. You motioned to excuse yourself, mouthing the word 'bathroom'.

Jin nodded, pressing the cell to his ear.

“Mr. Kim,”

The distorted voice through the phone gave him chills. His heart pounded through his head, veins pulsing with anger.

“Did you forget about me?”

He glanced at his guard—whose eyes were questioning him with worry. He tensed his shoulders before nodding at his guards softly, indicating for them to act accordingly.

“You’re making this too easy Kim. Shouldn’t leave your most prized possession unattended. I could just snap her pretty neck”

Jin could only hear his own racing pulse. Anxiety gripping his chest with desperation—you couldn’t be in danger. He had no idea the chaos that would ensue if there was even a scratch on your body under his watch.

“Then again, I’d much rather snap yours”

Jin lunged forward, a mere millisecond before a bullet shot through, piercing his guard in the gut. The man fell over, not before two more guards arrived in a panic. Blood began to pool on the dark red carpet. It was almost despicable how the color matched.

Jin felt dizzy, his body acting purely on instinct where his mind simply couldn’t catch up. He could feel a heaviness in his throat, but now was not the time. Where were you—you went to the bathroom—he had to get you out of here— and so he ran. Faster than he ever had. Mind empty except for the need to keep you safe.

Slipping quickly through the hall, Jin rushed over to the bathroom, locked from the inside. He pounded against the door, a sweat breaking across his forehead. What if—no. Don’t think like that.

He shuddered, imagining the worst. Throwing himself at the door, he screamed out in frustration.

“Y/n!” He never used your name. Not unless it was serious. “It’s me, we need to go, now” He paused, catching his breath as he heard the lock click from the inside. The door swung open and there you were, a disoriented look on your face.

“What’s going on—” Without so much as a second thought, Jin grabbed your wrist, pulling you through a back exit—ignoring the blaring fire alarms that went off as he kicked the door open. His guards pulled a car around.

Settling in the back seat with you glued to his side, he barked at his guards “Safehouse, now”

He was trembling. Not even realizing how tightly he was still holding your hand. So lost that he didn’t hear you calling his name frantically—“Jin what the fuck is going on?”

A shaky exhale left his lips at your words. Almost out of sheer desperation he turned, pulling you into his lap where he cupped your face. You were so close. Close enough that he could almost taste the sweat on your neck. You held him, allowing his hands to roam your body in assurance that you were alive. That you were okay.

He tried not to entertain the thought. To appreciate that you had survived, but his mind couldn’t help but wander as he gazed into your sweet eyes—what the fuck would he have done if something had happened to you?

His eyes shifted from your eyes to your lips. He gulped. He needed you. Tempted to slam his lips onto yours, but instead just breathing you in, letting his eyelashes brush against your face. Holding you in a tight embrace. Tears rolling down his face.

It was as though in that moment, everything became so clear. For a moment he swore that nothing made more sense than you in his arms. You consumed him. You were a fever, he woke up burning, went asleep in sweats—he craved you, like a man on the brink of insanity. If this was love, he wanted to drown in it. He couldn’t breathe—not if you weren’t besides him. You were beautiful, flawed, and simply everything he ever wanted.

“I can’t—”

He choked on a sob, looking at you again. There was more said in those two simple words. Everything he needed to communicate, and he knew you would understand “Princess, I can’t”

The tears fell harder. His walls came crashing down, all he had held back seemed to overflow. The fear of losing you triggering so many pent up emotions that he couldn’t take it. His body trembled.

“Fuck” He cried out in frustration, almost tasting your lips against his own. Fingers tightly intertwined in your hair. He didn’t have it in him anymore. He couldn’t hold back.

Except he had to.

“Jin,” Your tone shifted. He understood it—it was pleading. Your eyes were wide with confusion, with want. Your lips—your sweet lips, he could only image how amazing they would feel. The world would fade away in an instant and he would be lost in your touch. He would kiss you everywhere. All night long. He would never let go.

His breath was shaky, cutting his desire to cry harder. Letting his eyes fall shut, he pushed you off of him, turning his back towards you. He could hear you scoff and swore his heart shattered. He didn’t want to hurt you. He was equally perplexed at how quickly his love for you and surfaced within the past few days. It had been there all along, but now that you were forbidden, it came pouring out of his every move.

He shook his head. There was no point in starting something that couldn’t be finished. If he were honest with you, you would end up getting hurt in the worst way possible. If you knew all the lies he had told you, all the secrets he kept. All the ways in which he used you as a puppet for his own gain. Jin wasn’t proud of who he was. And surely, you deserved better.

“I’m sorry” The words hung heavy in the thick, disappointing silence. The tension throbbing in his veins as the drive continued on in the dark night.

The second the car pulled into the safehouse, you pushed yourself off of him—jumping out of the car. Jin followed as you began to run—grabbing your wrist before you could.

“Let go of me” You hissed, tugging at his grip.

“No” With a jerk of his arm he pulled you towards him.

Cricked chirped in the dead of the night—there was no living soul for miles. The stars shone brightly through the chilly wind and there you were.

Kissing him.

⟶ Years before the murder ⟵

“Tell me about the dice”

Back & forth. The steady creaking of the bed as the patient sat, curled up into himself. Across the room Jimin sat, waiting, observing. The patient was staring into the palm of his hand. Two red die, rolling around in his palm.

He had been at it for a while, not uttering a single word. But Jimin was trained for this. He was nothing if not patient. He could dig at his patient for hours until he would get them to bend to his will. Persistence, determination, delayed gratification, these things came to him easily.

Jimin cleared his throat, “Nurses are telling me you throw a fit when they try to take those away from you. It must bring you a lot of comfort”

The patient continued to ignore him.

“I understand you are very fond of playing cards” Jimin flipped through his files. “Want to tell me about that? Do you like gambling?”

The patient stilled his wrist, closing his long fingers over the dice. “She gave them to me”

Jimin raised his eyebrows. Finally. He was breaking through to him. He was so close to getting what he needed he was practically salivating. So close to getting all the information he needed.

He set his notebook aside, resting his elbows on his knees. He looked at his patient with sincerity. He was careful with the way he spoke, never wanting his patients to feel patronized, judged or scrutinized. He needed his patients to trust him. To confide in him without holding anything back.

“Why don’t you tell me about her, Taehyung?”

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BTS IMAGINES: PART 6

(CONTAINS SMUT AND MATURE SUBJECT MATTER)

(Bold title means favorite)

(UPDATED: September 4th, 2023)

Jungkook

order up | jjk (waiter!jungkook x customer!reader) @ressjeon

my euphoria | jjk [fake dating au ; ceo jjk x florist oc] @moyochu

The Broken Vow (manipulation, yandere, hospitals, divorce, mentions of death, angst,) @lleldey

game over (streamer/gamer!au) @ressjeon

the road to radiant | jjk (m) (fluff, angst, smut, gamer!au, streamer!au, rivals to friends to lovers!au) @kookskingdom

The Language of Flowers (Hanahaki AU) @justimajin

dance with the devil | jjk (angst, royalty - bridgerton vibes, childhood friends to enemies to ?luvrs?) @alphabetboyluvr

Not in the Way You Think (ChildHoodFriendsToLovers!AU, NonIdol!AU, VirginReader!AU, BachelorJK!Au, Fuck-Boy JK, Virgin Reader) @jungkookstatts

Seven Days Masterlist | JJK (nurse!jungkook x teacher!reader, non-idol au, brother's friend au, fwb, age-gap(reader is older), f2l, fluff, angst, smut) @hisunshiine

cool with you | jeon jungkook (strangers to friends to lovers. smut. afab!reader [she/her] x neighbor!jk) @kooktrash

Sour (ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, BOXER AU, DANCE, AU SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST) @thvhoe

champagne problems | jeon jungkook (groom!jungkook x wedding planner!reader) @daegustae

we keep this love - j.jk (fluff, angst (5k, lots of pining and f2l)) @namfinessed

Taehyung

can’t take my eyes off of you (one night stand, smut, pinch of fluff) @mrworldwideshoulders

Crazy for You | kth (best friend’s older brother to lovers, a little bit of fake dating trope, idol!au, angst, smut, fluff, snippets of life) @oddinary4bts

best friend’s best friend (best friend!heir!jeongguk x heiress!reader x best friend’s best friend!heir!taehyung) @ktheist

all you want | kim taehyung (rich ceo!kth x rich student!reader) @kooktrash

Seducing the Villain 1 [Villain!Taehyung x Reader x Noble!BTS] @helenazbmrskai

Page Turner (M) | KTH (Kim Taehyung/ Reader, Teacher!Tae/ Librarian!Reader) @gukslut

Exchanging Heat (M) | KTH (Korean exchange/visiting student!Taehyung x (slight) tsundere!reader) @jinfizz

unconditionally || kth (ex-husband!taehyung x female reader ➼ genre: angst | fluff | hurt/comfort | smut | divorce au | exes to lovers au | parents au) @sugakookitty

tolerate it masterlist (heavy angst, one-sided love, forced marriage, infidelity, smut) @archivedkookie

entangled spidey!jungkook x fem reader, venom!taehyung x fem reader (romance, smut, love triangle) @caelesjjk

(re)starting over again | kth; masterlist (baker!taehyung x nurse!reader, amnesia au) @httpknjoon

the art of obsession | kim taehyung (dark academia. college au. painter!taehyung x writer!y/n [afab. she/her]) @kooktrash

lace & luxury | kim taehyung (sugar daddy!taehyung x exotic dancer!reader [she/her, female anatomy], taehyung aged up) @kooktrash

Seokjin

Knocked (Streamer!Seokjin x f. Reader) @sailoryooons

a human touch, part 2, final (robot!taehyung/virgin!reader, fluff, smut (NSFW, 18+)) A@snackhobi

On The Ropes (KSJ x F!Reader) (ex-boxer!Seokjin x lawyer!reader (ft. boxer!Jungkook) genres/au/rating: angst, smut, infidelity!AU, 18+) @raplinesmoejon

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basket-of-loquats · 1 year

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some late bday for Jin 🥺🤲 gonna miss him sm

[image ID: a digital drawing of Kim Seokjin, who is visible from the chest up. He has a neutral expression as he looks at the viewer. There are several bright star stickers on his face. The background is blue with star patterns. End ID.]

#jin #Kim Seokjin #bts #bangtan boys #my art #bts fanart #bts art #ksj art #*loqdraws #happy jin day

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here4kpopfics · 1 year

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BTS Masterlist

+ = a request/prompt

Banners & Dividers made by @classicscreations

+ MetDate | established relationship | fluff, humor

You can’t find your phone so you borrow your boyfriend’s and find a picture that you didn’t know existed that drags you down memory lane.

+ Dresses and Confessions | friends to lovers | fluff, romance, dash of smut?

Your insecurities over a dress leads to sudden confessions

Swiss Miss | knj & reader & ksj | smut, fluff, a whole lot of banter

Your boyfriend, Namjoon, takes you on a Christmas vacation. Your present, however, is his best friend. The man you had a crush on for years before meeting Namjoon.

Moaning on Stream | established relationship | gamer!ksj | smut and a literal dash of fluff

You just want to sleep in a little bit longer, but your boyfriend has decided to play a frustratingly difficult game on stream. However, his frustration sounds a lot similar to something else…

Swiss Miss | knj & reader & ksj | smut, fluff, a whole lot of banter

Your boyfriend, Namjoon, takes you on a Christmas vacation. Your present, however, is his best friend. The man you had a crush on for years before meeting Namjoon.

Future's Gonna Be Okay | established relationship | comfort fluff

It’s Yoongi’s last show and you know what’s coming next.

None yet ☹️

I Can Do Better | friends to fwb | smut with a dash of plot

Your boyfriend of two years just dumped you and you’re angry and sad. So get hammered with your coworker at his place and eat bad food and watch trash TV. Which leads to some interesting conversations.

Dancing With A Wolf | exes!au | angst & smut

Your best friend, Hannah, drags you to the club on Valentine’s Day to show off how well and better off you’re doing after your breakup with Taehyung. Except you haven’t seen him in a year and, unfortunately, he still has a hold over you.

Sucker For You | friends to ? | fluff & smut

Taehyung is your very weird best friend who loves to confuse you.

LoveBug:

A series of moments between Jeon Jungkook and reader (nicknamed LoveBug, or just Bug)

Series Masterlist | established relationship | fluff, smut, angst

Just my comfort couple Jungkook and Love Bug as I affectionally call her. They were my first couple to write in over a decade and I hold them very close to my heart.

Leave The Door Open:

A multi-part series between reader and her neighbor Jungkook who likes to sing karaoke in the middle of the night.

Series Masterlist - neighbors!au | strangers to lovers | smut, fluff, angst, drama.

Your neighbor loves to sing karaoke in the middle of the night. You finally get fed up and confront him about it. Except when he opens the door, you realize you’re screwed. He’s gorgeous...

Feeling in Chaos:

A multi-part series exploring different ways of grieving and overcoming trauma.

Series Masterlist | college!au Best friend’s brother, friends to lovers | angst, drama, eventual smut, some fluff

After tragedy strikes your group of four, the three remaining must individually walk the path of grief, and must learn how to get back to who you used to be or who you want to be. All while going through the last and second to last year of art college where two of you have to put on a showcase representing you.

None yet ☹️

#Kelly writes #Masterlist #BTS #BTS Masterlist #Kim Namjoon #Kim Seokjin #Min Yoongi #Jung Hoseok #Kim Taehyung #Park Jimin #Jeon Jungkook

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pgoeltz · 1 year

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#pgoeltz #Lucy #rip #2.45am #soundcloud #music #montana #scvwd #gratefuldead #art #valleywater scvwd #catflinger #ambient #ksjs #freesex #kscu #bitterrootvalley #vimeo #bitterroot #flowers #beats

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kingofbodyrolls · 1 month

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BTS fic recs: March 2024

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty or dark as hell, so minors dni.❗

Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’ or last years recs 🙂

[index] → jan | feb (jhs) | 💜 (myg) | apr | may | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄.

⭐Mistletoe @belovedkingx [9.3k] // knj x f.reader // christmas!au, f2l // 🥰🥵

📝 christmas is all about spending time with the ones you love, having fun and creating beautiful memories but that was never how it turned out for you. You were dreading the annual family Christmas, but an idea was proposed to you, and shockingly Namjoon agreed to it as well as yourself. But will it help or will it turn out to be a mistake?

🗨️ this was just so cute 🥹🥰

⭐Holiday Shambles @ressjeon [5k] // knj x f.reader // christmas!au, married!au // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 when you have to spend time with both your parents and Namjoon’s snobby ones for this Christmas, you’re forced to show the best version of you even knowing what’s to come. you’re ready, right? after all, you’re the best wife aren’t you?

🗨️ this is so hilarious, cute and sweet 🥹 Loved it✨

⭐New Guy @kithtaehyung [5k] // knj x f.reader // university!au, e2l // 🥵

📝 all you want to do is have a successful meeting after experiencing dwindling attendance. but the new guy is completely disrupting things… or is he?

🗨️ so many feels about this one; all good and dirty ones!!! I had a feeling about the twist but I wasn’t sure. But I would very much love for a Joonie in grey joggers to knock on my door please 🥺🤭 Anyway, it was extremely good, as is everything you do and write! And it was so fucking HOT, like the tension, incredible! It really had me 🥵 So, so fucking good— love it 💖💯

⭐Entirety @btsgotjams27 [3.3k] // knj x f.reader // slice of life!au, f2l // 🥵🥰

📝 namjoon is the complete package, except for the fact that he won’t make the first move.

🗨️ AFGJFKGHLKFDHGJGKJHG— 🥵🥵🥵 Yes, I’ve resulted to key smashing because I’m speechless, but I’ll try to give a few words anyway: first, this was incredibly hot, I can’t even begin to articulate properly, and the writing, like I’m a so in love with the writing, like the language is so descriptive and imaginative that I can clearly imagine every little fucking detail— and the words? Well they just flow seamlessly! ✨

⭐My Plus One @btsgotjams27 [5.4k] // ksj x f.reader // fake dating!au, i2l // 🥰🌩️

📝 when you and jin have weddings to attend, you decide to help one another by agreeing to being each other's plus ones.

🗨️ It was so sweet, it was cute and fluffy and so damn funny! Like there were so many times I was just laughing with the biggest grin plastered on my face. So thank you, thank you for writing this and for cheering me up ✨💯

⭐Meet Me at the Bar [epilogue] @eoieopda [7.5k] // ksj x f.reader // law school!au, study buddies, bf2l // 🥰😂🥵

📝 you're supposed to be staring down the barrel of the last — and most important — examination of your life, but you only have eyes for your study buddy.

🗨️ omg these two cute fools are so fucking adorable 😭 It was really good, loved everything in it, the writing, the characters and how they have been in love with each other for so long but never said anything to each other, and FINALLY, BAM ✨

⭐Forever @oddinary4bts [25.2k] // ksj x f.reader // idol!au, ex-fiancés to lovers // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 three years ago, your relationship with jin ended in fights and tears. When life puts him back on your path, you catch a glimpse of light in his eyes that you thought had died when you broke up. Will your relationship blossom into a well-deserved forever or will you lose the love of your life again?

🗨️ so much love and sadness in this! The nostalgia is high, there’s a lot of feelings, a lot of heartbreak. The thoughts about going back for fear of getting your heart broken again, or moving on and shielding the broken pieces of heartbreak? Fuck! So fucking good. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: everything Ella writes is just pure gold 🥹✨

⭐A Time Just for Us [part of a completed series] @bluewhale52 [5.4k] // myg x f.reader // established relationship, idol!au // 🥰🥵

📝 you are desperate for a baby.

🗨️ I haven’t even read the series– like I started with this, but it was so freaking good! It was somehow cute, but very very very dirty 😂🥵

⭐Cat Cafes and More @jeonsbabygirlsworld [0.7k] // myg x f.reader // established relationship // 🥰

📝 you insist yoongi to visit the cat cafe which has cats up for adoption which ends up you adopting a white Persian cat even though you have holly with you both.

🗨️ omg this was just so fucking cute 😭💕Overall just a really cute, fluffy and lovely drabble 🥰💜

⭐Less of Them [ongoing series] @casuallyimagining [currently loading] // myg x f.reader // established relationship, arranged marriage!au, star-crossed lovers // 🥵🌩️🥰🪄

🗨️ this chapter was so fucking good, I don’t even know where to begin! First, it was so sad and emotional (at least for me 😭), like OC has been through so fucking much 😭 The poor thing is traumatized and the whole paragraph about her learning the royal life that her father never could have prepared her for 😭😭😭 It’s such an amazing story, you simple have to read it if you haven’t. There’s two out of three parts out.

⭐Would u? [3tan drabble ongoing series] @kithtaehyung [2.3K] // myg x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au // 🥰

📝 you see a certain fruit-centered trend online.. and decide to test it on yoongi.

🗨️ so fucking sweet and fluffy… This was just so cute, I just love this couple and I can’t get enough of them omg 🥹 and reader being on her period and Yoongi just distracting her pain away, by naturally being himself and doing mundane things 🥹 so domestic I love it! 😭✨ And the tangerines 😭😭😭💖

⭐Strawberry Sundae @youtifulhobi [6k] // jhs x f.reader // slice of life!au, lifeguard!hobi, olympian swimmer!reader, established relationship // 🥰

📝 a few years after you begin dating Jung Hoseok, the two of you reminisce about how you met when he was a lifeguard and saved you from drowning, when in reality you had just fell off your strawberry floatie and he just wanted to talk to you.

🗨️ honestly, this is just fucking cute, adorable really! I really loved it and it’s definitely one of my favorite Hoseok fics now 🥰💯

⭐Sweetest Crush @minjoonalist [4.7k] // jhs x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au // 🥵

📝 what would you do if your friend’s younger sibling suddenly asks you for sex?

🗨️ KBFKDSBFKGH it was so filthy I don’t even know what I read (also there’s just something about a brother’s best friend!!!) 🥵😂

⭐Melatonin @taeinparis [3k] // jhs x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰

📝 sleeping at night was difficult for you, and atop of your boyfriend’s lawn mower-esk snoring, it was impossible. But luckily for you, he knows just the remedy to cure your sleeplessness (and hopefully his snoring).

🗨️ Iiiih this was so dirty, I loved it 💖 there was also a dash of fluff sprinkled in there, but mainly just smut 😂 🥵✨

⭐Our ‘Get Along’ Shirt @dreamyjoons [14.2k] // pjm x f.reader // e2l // 🥵

📝 another day, another endless round of you and Jimin bickering. It’s never ending, all-consuming, and your friends have had enough. Namjoon decides to end it once and for all - with help from a shirt for squabbling toddlers.

🗨️ JFHKJSFKSDJDH— This was so fucking hilarious 😂 The sexual tension between them was SO HIGH 🥵 and when they finally snapped, oh dear God, it was so good! And the whole shit concept, so hilarious and their banter 😂 AND THE SWEAT??? I’m weak okay!! So freaking good, I loved it so much and Namjoon and the rest of the gang were just priceless. Jin at the end had me laughing so hard 🤭💯

⭐Just a Taste @yoonieper [14.2k] // pjm x f.reader // vampire!au, established relationship // 🥵🌩️😂

📝 they said having a relationship with a human wasn’t a good idea, but Jimin liked you too much to ever let that get in the way. Your relationship was beautiful, yes you didn’t know that small important detail about him being a bloodthirsty vampire, but he had it under control. That’s at least what he thought, he never would have predicted a drought….

🗨️ FUCK 😭 This was so fucking good I don’t even know where to begin??? The story in itself was so extremely good, whaaat. And Jimin was so nice, and their love for each other, so fucking pure 💜 This was an emotional rollercoaster and I fucking loved everything about it 😭 and the smut, God, it was so good— I don’t know what to say 😭 And then at the ending, the angst, fuck, I was so afraid if it was going to end just like that, but I was so glad that they found each other again 😭 This is a new favorite of mine, so good, it was slightly sad at times, like angsty, but the love that the have for each other, FUCK. So so fucking incredible 😭 Don’t mind all the crying, it’s happy tears, I promise 💖💯 Also, it’s mostly told in Jimin’s POV, which I just freaking love and it makes the story so good!!!

⭐High on Love @peachypinkygloss [6.4k] // pjm x f.reader // established relationship, racer!jimin // 🥵

📝 Jimin has once again won a race and he takes you out on a ride for the night, taking dangerous but very exciting risks. He should have expected that the rush of adrenaline in your body always turns you into a horny mess.

🗨️ I am just BLOWN AWAY by the fic– holy molly, was it dirty? Yes! Needy? Yes! Cute? Yes! Oh and the car racing, love, love, love! Like, everything in this. And the smut 🥵🥵🥵 I mean, it was so dirt and needy (yes I know I’m using the same words, lol), but FUCK. Incredible! Another ont to add to my faves ✨ And a big bonus for the phone messages, because that was fucking hot too!!! 🥵💯

⭐Bodyguard (there’s a pt 2) @yoonpobs [2.1k] // kth x f.reader // e2l, bodyguard!au // 🥵

📝 you protect taehyung from people but forget about the biggest threat. yourself.

🗨️ omg 🥵 This extremely good, so enticing and there was just all the build up sexual tension at the end— ugh! So good! 🥵 There wasn’t any smut in it, but damn it, it was still very lustful (I love those undertones). What’s not to love? It’s short, sweet and sensual ✨💯 There’s even a part two that I haven’t read yet!!!

⭐New Tricks @geniuslab [10.1k] // kth x f.reader // dog trainer!au, s2l // 🥵😂🥰

📝 when your newly adopted puppy turns out to be a lot more work than you expected, a cute dog trainer comes to the rescue. You soon become friends, but you begin to realize friendship might not be all you want.

🗨️ awww this was so fucking cute and fluff, I loved it som much 💖💯

⭐In my Head @sketchguk [8k] // kth x f.reader // college!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 taehyung’s friends love you ー adore you. they probably want to fuck you, but they’ll never admit to it. instead, they’ll push taehyung’s limits in the middle of a frat party, testing just how close they can get to you before he takes you to bed in a fit of jealousy. and maybe, just maybe, one of his friends can have a taste too (if he’s lucky).

🗨️ okay, okay. This was hella 🥵 Like WOAH, filthy, steamy and just dirty! I am so mad at Taehyung though! Like why can’t he be with OC? What is it that he can’t give her? But tbh, with the way that he’s acting, I feel like she should just get with one of his friends instead 😭 Like, it seems like Guk loves her so much, or Jimin, the little freak he was in this 🥵

⭐Gold Rush @ditttiii [4.4k] // kth x f.reader // s2l!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 kim taehyung is a walking heartbreak waiting to happen. all narrow eyes and long nose and devilish smirks, he is everyone’s dream. after months of sharing an elevator with the man who makes your heart race until you can scarcely breathe when the chance finally comes; are you willing to risk it all for his touch?

🗨️ OMG— I finally got to read this, and FUCK. SHIT. It is INSANELY beautiful (and sad too 🥹). But goddamn it, the love OC has for Taehyung, oh my. And the bittersweet feelings are what makes this hauntingly beautiful 💖 Again, I have a hard time coming up with words, words for how beautiful this masterpiece truly is 😭 Just— perfection 💯 Also, because it was so bittersweet, I really love the open ending, like getting to imagine whatever you like for this couple 😭💜

⭐To Give a Helping Hand (part 2) @oddinary4bts [3.1k] // jjk x f.reader // idol!au // 🥵

📝 when Jungkook finally approaches you at the gym, he realizes you’ve been wanting him just as badly as he’s been wanting you.

🗨️ In case you haven’t read part two, here’s your psa to do so right now. It’s just incredible (as everything that Ella writes, tbh ✨). OC is really being a brat in this one and JK is down baaaaaad 🥵

⭐Desire [ongoing series] pt1 + pt2 @jeonsbabygirlsworld [3k] // jjk x f.reader + myg x f.reader (ft. eunwoo) // slice of life!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 life was easy until you meet the eye candy of your life and the adventure with him is a hell of ride, but there is certain someone who seems to get hurt in this.

🗨️ It’s a very interesting story, it’s very complex and I can’t wait to read more!

⭐When Worlds Collide [ongoing series] @letjungcoook7 [currently loading…] // jjk x f.reader // college!au, slice of life!au, s2l, fuckboy!jk, virgin!reader // 🥵🌩️

📝 since your mother's passing a year ago, life has been a whirlwind. balancing your passion for ballet with a low-key presence at college, where you’re the top student, was your norm until Jungkook stepped into your world. known for his reputation preceding him, jungkook is the talk of the campus with his casual rendezvous that have the girls buzzing. despite his allure, you're puzzled by his need for your tutoring prowess, especially given his own academic merit. yet, succumbing to his persistent requests, you reluctantly agree, only to find yourself thrust into the spotlight you've always avoided.

🗨️ I’ve read the first two parts and they are AMAZING! The story is so interesting and I already know that there’s so much more to Jungkook and OC in this one. So exciting to read more!! ❤️‍🔥

⭐Liquor Lips @letjungcoook7 [1.5k] // jjk x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵

📝 author didn’t write a summary.

🗨️ it was incredible good, like I want to read more (it’s not a series though!). It’s the perfect dirty little one-shot/drabble ❤️‍🔥

This month was really tough for me, mentally… I struggled with my own mental health and it got really bad. I was writing my major series (18 chapters god what was I thinking 😂) at the same time (still am lol), and I struggled with reading as I used to, so the list isn’t as long as normally, maybe, I did try to read a lot by the end of the month to make up for it. But yeah 🫶 Hopefully I have more time next month, because I expect to finish my series there, and then I’ll take a small break from writing and just read, because I really miss it 🥹

If you want more, you’re more than welcome to follow me! I do monthly rec lists and sometimes I post my own writing too (only bangtan).

Love you and Borahae 💜

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caught looking: chapter 8 (knj x ksj)

summary: of course Seokjin has heard the rumors. most of them boil down to this: kim namjoon will get fired from the kiwoom heroes after this season is over. he’s the kbo’s youngest manager in history, one of korea’s darlings, always on every 30 under 30 list, and everyone is sure he’s about to tumble from the tower he’s built. or, namjoon is probably going to lose his job and seokjin is probably never going to make his dad proud, but they have a better shot at overcoming those two things together than they ever have alone.

pairing: seokjin x namjoon

rating: e for everyone for now but there is adult content in later chapters so no minors pls

genre: etl, fluff, eventual smut

au: baseball, specifically the kbo

warnings/tags: idk... swearing, drinking, and general sports things? some blackmail kind of and discussions of homophobia in sports. a drunk ex being drunk and pushy. kissing! eventual smut of the gay variety.

wc: chapter: ~4800

chapter summary: seokjin tries to get his lips to touch namjoon's lips, and for once, he succeeds.

hello! here are chapters one two three four five six and seven if you'd like them. or the whole thing is on ao3 here . thank you! for the like.. three of you who read this here and not on ao3, i'm taking next week off cos i'll be at an art show, but i'll be back in 2 weeks :)

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Because life is inherently unfair, Seokjin and Namjoon aren’t able to make it work to get together that weekend.

On their off day, Seokjin’s mother makes a surprise appearance in Seoul, all but forcing him to go shopping with her and to lunch and then more shopping. It’s fine, really, he has a good time. He actually likes spending time with her and likes shopping with her (he even spots a soft, green, cashmere scarf and buys it for Namjoon remembering the first time they hung out, telling his eomma it’s for a friend—it’s not exactly a lie), but he’d gotten a chat message from Namjoon that morning, asking if they could see each other, and he hated having to say no.

Then there were games all weekend, away games technically, but at Doosan, so there was no opportunity to be stuck together on a bus for hours and Seokjin didn’t even go. There was no benefit, he thought, to hanging around his former employer and thinking about how much less respect he got there than he does now. Add that to having to watch Namjoon manage a game without being able to talk to him or actually fucking kiss him already, it woudn’t have been worth it. So, instead, Seokjin holed up between his office and his apartment, plugging away on analyzing the last five seasons worth of player data ahead of the looming trade deadline.

Lost in data, he can focus. It’s nice to feel like he’s got a reason to focus on work as they enter the second half of the season. The acquisitions they’ve made so far under his guidance are helping; all the available information tells him they have a shot at the playoffs. Nothing’s ever one hundred percent certain in statistics, but some things feel pretty close, he tells Namjoon one night as they chat during Namjoon’s commute. What’s even better than that, though, is that Yoongi and his father believe him when he says it to them, in the way that the executives at Doosan never did.

So, he’s useful going into the trade deadline, and it feels good. If nothing else, it’s a welcome distraction from wanting to puke every time he sees Namjoon (even on TV), and it stops his thoughts from being all butterflies and rainbows and happily ever after.

He hasn’t seen much of Hoseok, either. After he’d basically walked in on them, he didn’t emerge from his room before Seokjin fell asleep, and then he’d left for work at some ungodly hour of the morning that Seokjin prefers not to see unless he hasn’t been to sleep yet. Then Seokjin was out, and the cycle went on like that for a couple of days.

Now, he’s sitting on their couch with his laptop open, and one of his gaming monitors on their coffee table. The aircon works better if they don’t hole themselves up in their rooms, letting it circulate freely, and it’s desperately hot in Seoul, so he’s trying out working from the living room to see how it goes.

Slowly, is the answer, because the game at Jamsil just ended, and his phone is already lighting up with notifications from Namjoon, Jeongguk, and also their newly established group chat: “Yoongi & 6 kids who won’t leave him alone.”

(He’s only mildly annoyed at being included in the “kids” even though he’s the oldest. Yoongi’s always been more responsible, or at least liked to think that he was.)

Hoseok barrels through the apartment door just as Seokjin is trying to think of something to send back to Namjoon that is both flirty and not entirely inappropriate.

“Why am I in your group chat?” Hoseok asks, before they even say hello to each other.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re sleeping with Jimin?” Seokjin asks at the same time.

“It’s new.”

“And you thought that not saying something when you knew I was having a complete crisis over Namjoon was helpful?”

“I tried to tell you, hyung. I told you I didn’t think they were together.”

Seokjin sighs. He’s not actually mad about it anyway, and who knows—he probably would have just assumed they had some sort of open relationship, anyway. He’s been… dense.

“Fine,” he says. “You’re forgiven.”

Hoseok laughs and flops down next to him on the couch. “Now, this group chat…”

“Jimin added you,” Seokjin shrugs.

“I think he likes me.”

“I think so, too.”

“What about you and Namjoon? Anything you want to tell me?” He pokes Seokjin in the side, over and over like Jeongguk would, but not as hard. It just tickles.

“I think he likes me, Hobi.”

Hoseok snorts. “Obviously.”

“You’ve barely even seen us together!” Seokjin protests.

“I’ve seen enough.”

Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Anyway, no. Nothing’s happened. I think we were about to kiss when you came home the other night.”

“You think?”

“Well, he said ‘this is me about to kiss you,’ and asked if that was okay. I thought that was a pretty good sign.”

Hoseok cheers, in a way that’s quintessentially him, hollering and wiggling his whole body in excitement, slapping Seokjin as he goes. “And then what happened?” he asks excitedly.

“And then you came home, startled the shit out of both of us, we knocked our heads together and I spilled whisky all over myself. The near-concussion I gave him may have killed the moment.”

“Sorry, hyung.” But he’s barely able to stop himself from laughing, so Seokjin doesn’t think he’s actually very sorry. “Did you make plans to see him?”

“No, not yet.”

“Well, I know he’s coming to Jimin’s dance thing next week, so there’s always that. If you don’t just want to see him at work and wait for him to bend you ove—”

Seokjin covers his ears and sings loudly, the most unsexy song he can think of, repeating the chorus of “Jopping” until Hoseok is doubled over laughing and definitely not talking anymore. Then he says, “I don’t want to talk about fucking at my job, Hobi.”

“Fine, but I think you want him to—”

“Don’t make me unfold all your laundry.”

“Fine, fine,” Hoseok puts his hands up in surrender and drops the subject finally, but not until Seokjin has pinky sworn to come to Jimin’s performance. It's not like it’s a bad idea, but Seokjin should probably not let himself think too hard about being with Namjoon in a dark theater, either.

Unfortunately, the next time he sees Namjoon isn’t in a dark theater, it’s later that week in a conference room at Gocheok, where Yoongi, Namjoon, Seokjin, Minjun, and several other members of the front office and coaching staff are gathered to review all the trade deadline proposals that Seokjin and his team have put together.

His presentation went relatively smoothly, even though he had to make a concerted effort not to notice Namjoon staring at him with a dopey grin on his face. Once, he made the mistake of looking in that direction, and he almost let himself return the look before he remembered that not only were they at work, but his dad was watching.

“So,” Minjun interjects as Yoongi and one of the bullpen coaches bicker about a Wiz reliever. “You want us to focus on relief work and speed?”

Seokjin nods. “I think that gives us the best shot at winning the championship, yes.”

Namjoon speaks up for the first time. “I agree. If we can get Roh from Hanwha and Park Byungho from KT to fill out the infield, we’ll have the highest average on base percentage in the league. And they both have solid wins above replacement.”

“And you also want the short reliever from Hanwha?”

“I do,” Seokjin confirms. “Kyuyeon-ssi is talented, the players love him, and he doesn’t give up the long ball. There haven't been any home runs hit against him in two seasons.”

“He pitches to contact.” Minjun sounds skeptical, Seokjin knows what that tone means because he’s been hearing it specifically directed at him since he was a preteen or before.

“So?” Namjoon interrupts. “Jeongguk does, too, and Seokjin was right about him. And that’s without optimal defense at first and third.”

“We may never hit a home run again,” one of the batting coaches complains.

Namjoon counters, his jaw set tight. “I’d rather win games than innings, wouldn’t you?”

Just when Seokjin thought Namjoon couldn’t be any hotter, he had to go and agree with him. It’s Seokjin’s achilles heel.

Minjun scoots his chair back and stands. Someday, Seokjin will know how he gets his suits to stay perfectly wrinkle-free despite the fact that he’s pretty sure his dad just sits all day most days. It’s a miracle of tailoring, he decides. “I trust your judgment,” he says, gesturing vaguely between Namjoon and Seokjin. He turns to Yoongi and they murmur in low voices about the budget, Minjun giving him caps for every position and a player count he’s willing to give up. While they talk, Namjoon meets Seokjin’s eyes across the table and gives him a smile and a relatively discreet thumbs up. It’s so cute, Seokjin could cry.

This time, since they’re not traveling and trying to get deals done in a hurry, Yoongi handles the business end like he’s supposed to. He’s better at it than Seokjin, doesn’t seem to get as nervous to cold call other teams for trades. Although, this time of year, they’re all expecting it, at least.

They file out of the conference room to leave Yoongi and his assistant to it, and Seokjin tries not to get excited when he realizes Namjoon is following him to his office.

“That went well,” Namjoon says when they get to the small room.

“Thank you,” Seokjin replies. He means it, too. It might be the first time his father has ever said he trusted words that came out of Seokjin’s mouth, and he suspects it might have something to do with Namjoon’s support. “Really, thank you for telling him you agreed with me.”

Namjoon nods. “You don’t need to thank me. I do agree with you. You haven’t made a bad call yet, so I don’t have any reason not to trust you.”

Seokjin feels seen, and in a way that only makes him a little bit uncomfortable. It’s what he wanted to hear for his whole career—the acknowledgement he was never going to get at Doosan, and at first didn’t think he would ever get from Namjoon, either.

“Anyway,” Namjoon continues, clearing his throat, “I was wondering if you have plans tonight?”

Another thing he wanted to hear and didn’t think he ever would. Everything’s coming up Kim Seokjin, he thinks.

“No, I—”

“Seokjin?”

He wonders if it’s possible for him and Namjoon to have a single conversation without being interrupted.

“Hello, sir,” Namjoon says as Minjun approaches, giving a polite bow.

“Seokjin, your mother wants us to have dinner together tonight. Are you free?”

It has to be some kind of joke. He’s a nice person, he treats his dongsaengs and he calls his grandmother and he brushes his teeth twice a day, and still, the universe is conspiring to keep his lips off of Namjoon’s lips.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Seokjin-ssi,” Namjoon says, all politeness in front of Minjun.

“Talk to you tomorrow Namjoon-ah.” He’s not sure if he sounds as disappointed as he feels, he’s not sure if it’s possible.

Dinner goes as expected. According to his mother, Seokjin should find a nice boy to settle down with, he should think about getting his PhD, he should exercise more and stop playing those “silly children’s games.” It takes everything in him not to tell his parents that what they should do is mind their own business for a change.

Over the next couple of days, he and Namjoon exchange messages, mostly mutual complaints about being cosmically separated since the team went for two at Samsung. Sometimes, Namjoon sends the occasional selca, too. They’re thirst traps with plausible deniability, mostly. They could just be thirst traps, or you could believe Namjoon when he claims to have no idea that his lips might do something to a person when they’re pushed out and pouty.

Finally, the Heroes are back in Seoul, Namjoon included, and it’s the night of Jimin’s dance performance. It’s very much not his scene, but Seokjin tries. He lets Hoseok dress him in tight jeans and a satin shirt, lets him brush Seokjin’s hair off his forehead, and even lets him pick out earrings for Seokjin to wear. There’s lip gloss involved. He feels awkward, but Hoseok tells him he looks good, and a brief glance in the mirror confirms it.

“You seem nervous, hyung.”

“It’s the first time I’m going to see him outside of work since we—”

“Almost became lovers,” Hoseok says.

Seokjin swats his shoulder. “Shut up, you sound like Jimin. You’re spending too much time together.”

“Well,” Hoseok shrugs, “he sounds like Taehyung.”

“I don’t know how that’s any better.”

Hoseok considers that. “Actually, me either.”

The theater looks small on the outside, in an artsy part of the city, between a bookstore and a record store, an art gallery above it. Inside, it’s much larger than Seokjin had thought, and everything is modern looking and far too cool for someone who prefers to spend his time at home, and in pajamas.

And then he sees Namjoon, leaning against a table by the bar, looking painfully handsome in his dress clothes, and he thinks that maybe there’s something to be said for going out every once in a while. There’s a large bouquet of flowers laying on the table in front of him, and even though Seokjin knows they’re for Jimin and not for him, it all adds to the mental image of Namjoon being his gay teenage fantasy dream date. His adult one, too, if he’s being honest.

“Hi, hyung,” Namjoon says as they approach him. “You look…” his eyes dart to Hoseok and then back to Seokjin. “Hot. You look hot. Is that okay?”

Hoseok barely keeps his laughter in.

“That’s okay.” It’s more than okay, it’s in the ballpark of things he’s wanted to hear come out of Namjoon’s mouth since almost the moment they met.

(Not quite that moment, because Namjoon was being a massive jerk that night, but maybe by the second time they met when Seokjin saw him in the weight room, shirtless. Definitely that time even though he was still being a jerk.)

“See,” Hoseok says, “you should thank me.”

His comment is directed at Seokjin, but Namjoon smiles and replies, “Did hyung really need any help to be the most handsome guy in the room?”

Seokjin squeaks and turns away. He knows he’s handsome, he’s confident, but he’s not used to people talking about him like he’s not there and having it be so complimentary.

“You two were bad before with your heart eyes and your stupidity, but now you’re going to be unbearable, aren’t you?”

“I hope so,” Namjoon says, still smirking at Seokjin. “Should we go find our seats?”

They do, after they grab drinks, and Seokjin finds himself about eight rows back sandwiched between Hoseok and Namjoon. They speak casually to each other over him, and Seokjin thinks it's nice that they’re finally having some time to get to know each other. Hoseok is one of the most important people in his life, and Namjoon… Well, Namjoon certainly has the potential to be that, too.

He likes the easy way Namjoon gets along with people, and feels like he should be surprised by it given their initial interactions. But now, he gets the Namjoon he’s come to know since then: kind, a little silly, incredibly smart, and attentive. It makes sense now, Seokjin thinks, that he’s so well liked and respected around the KBO, and it makes sense that those qualities would be even more pronounced in his private life, around people he chooses to spend time with.

They’re a good complement to each other, perhaps. Seokjin is also a little silly, but usually as a way to divert attention from himself. He’s an introvert to Namjoon’s extrovert, he’s more organized, and thinks a little more linearly. He lets himself picture a future where maybe he can help keep Namjoon grounded and Namjoon can help him come out of his shell sometimes.

He doesn’t even realize he’s daydreaming when a hand slips over his. The theater has gone dark, the curtains are just about to rise, and Namjoon mouths, “Is this okay?” gesturing toward the arm rest. Seokjin nods as the music comes up and slides his fingers in between Namjoon’s. They fit well, just like in his daydream.

Turns out, Jimin maybe undersold his dancing hobby. He’s incredible, the group he dances with is incredible. Seokjin doesn’t know too much about dancing, but he knows that there’s no chance he could ever move his body the way that they do, not even with years of training.

The lights come up as the show comes to an end, and next to him, Hoseok looks like he’s had some sort of horny epiphany, and the flush on his cheeks makes both Namjoon and Seokjin snicker.

“I knew he was flexible, at least,” Hoseok says in a quiet voice, probably to himself, but it manages to send Seokjin into a fit of laughter.

“C’mon,” Namjoon says as he stands. “Let’s go congratulate Jimin—he told me where we could find him backstage.” He grabs the flowers that he’d stashed under his seat in one hand, and pulls Seokjin up with the other. When they’re both standing, he doesn’t let go, just slides their fingers back together and leads Seokjin down the theater aisle.

“Cute,” Hoseok whispers behind him, pointing at their joined hands.

Seokjin only nods, feeling a little overwhelmed.

Backstage, they find Jimin quickly—he’s with Taehyung and Jeongguk who explain sheepishly that they snuck in late because they’d been “held up” and it was “totally not sex-related because they work together.”

Then Taehyung seems to clock the fact that Namjoon is (still) holding Seokjin’s hand, and quickly backtracks. “Nevermind, it was absolutely sex-related.” Jeongguk groans and Jimin just giggles, telling them it’s fine, and he’s just glad they came. Which makes Jeongguk groan again and look like he would rather evaporate than experience more vague (and not so vague) talk about his sex life.

Namjoon untangles his hand from Seokjin’s and hands Jimin the large bouquet. Or, most of it anyway. What Seokjin hadn’t noticed earlier is that there were two bunches together. One large one of roses and some white frilly thing, and one small one: white daffodils and a spiky pink flower Seokjin thinks looks vaguely familiar.

“These are for you,” Namjoon says softly, handing the small pink and white bouquet to Seokjin while everyone is distracted oohing and aahing over Jimin.

“For me?” Seokjin takes them and peers at them. They’re perfect, but he has no idea why he deserved them.

“They’re your birth flowers,” Namjoon explains. “Yoongi told me when it was, so this one,” he points to the pink flower, “is your Korean birth flower, and the daffodils are your western one.”

“It’s beautiful,” Seokjin says, trying very hard not to look like he’s actually falling in love.

“Glad you think so. It’s cheesy, maybe?” Namjoon looks so nervous, it’s cute. “I looked it up, and the daffodil is for new beginnings, and the other one is for affection.”

Before Seokjin can say anything (which is fine, because he feels a little sputtery and speechless at the moment), Jimin interrupts. “Oh my god, this is the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“But it’s happening to hyung,” Jeongguk says, confused.

“Shhh, Jeonggukie.” Taehyung puts his pointer finger against Jeongguk’s lips. “Don’t ruin the moment.”

Seokjin is a little bewildered, and the moment definitely has passed thanks to his dongsaengs, but he tells Namjoon thank you anyway, and when he thinks everyone’s lost interest and their attention has been pulled elsewhere, he rises up on his toes and gives a barely there kiss to where Namjoon’s dimple appears.

They don’t get caught, but the way Namjoon’s eyes pop open in surprise would have made it worth it even if they had.

Eventually, Jimin shoos everyone out so he can get changed and promises to meet them at a restaurant a few blocks away for a late dinner.

Namjoon, unfortunately, makes apologies, saying he can’t stay because needs to follow up on some work. Sheepishly, he admits he could’ve done it earlier, but it took him visiting several flower shops to find dock for Seokjin, and he used up most of the day. He offers to walk with them to the restaurant at least, before he goes to the station.

They walk together quietly, a few steps behind Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jimin, who are apparently using the opportunity to get to know each other. Seokjin says a little prayer that the younger two aren’t doing anything to scare Hoseok off.

Finally, when they’re about a half a block from the restaurant, Namjoon speaks. “I really wish we could get some time together,” he says. “I’m sorry it hasn’t worked out.”

God, Seokjin is sorry about that, too. All he’s been thinking about for the last several days is getting his lips on Namjoon’s lips and maybe more. But, standing on the sidewalk of a busy street in a busy neighborhood isn’t exactly the kind of atmosphere he’d been looking for.

“You coming, hyungs?” Taehuyng calls from the door of the restaurant.

“I’ll be there in a second. Grab a table and I’ll be right there.”

“Have fun tonight,” Namjoon says to the group going inside. Then he brings his attention back to Seokjin. “I guess we finally have time together?” And like a mind reader, he adds, “It’s not how I pictured it.”

Seokjin just laughs and pulls him off the main street, ducking into an alley. “Is this better?” he asks, once they’re tucked in against the wall of an over-full looking bookstore, just out of sight of a street vendor selling hottoek and other fried treats.

“Actually, I take it back,” Namjoon says, tilting his head down to bring it closer to Seokjin’s.

“You don’t want to be alone anymore?”

Namjoon shakes his head and brings a hand up to Seokjin’s face, cradling his jaw. “No, not that, I just don’t care if it’s here or on the street or anywhere. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

And the summer evening is already warm, humidity just starting to mellow after the sunset, but Seokjin feels like he’s burning. “So, kiss me,” he whispers, face so close to Namjoon’s that their lips are already almost brushing.

It’s the sweetest thing when Namjoon finally does. He’s smiling into the kiss, and somehow that makes it more awkward and infinitely better. It’s soft and slow. Nothing demanding, no feeling that it’s a means to an end. They just kiss quietly under the streetlamp, surrounded by the smell of old books and sweet dough, and Seokjin thinks anywhere would be the perfect place to be kissed like this—like he’s something delicate.

He’s feeling lost in it, trying both to live in the moment and also commit the entire thing to memory so he can play it back on an infinite loop. Namjoon hums, pleased, right before he breaks the kiss, looking as dizzy and all slow motion foggy as Seokjin feels when he pulls back.

“I should go.”

Seokjin isn’t sure how words work anymore. “Okay,” he says, a little stunned.

“See you at the press conference tomorrow?”

“That’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me after a kiss like that,” he teases.

Namjoon drops his head, shy, for a moment, and then he says. “So, you’ve been kissed like that before?”

Seokjin laughs loudly enough to get the attention of people waiting in line for food. “No,” he eventually replies. “No one’s ever kissed me like that.”

“Good.” Even smug looks good on Namjoon. It’s ridiculous. “I’ll see you tomorrow, hyung.”

And he backs down the alley with a wave, laughing when Seokjin reminds him to watch where he’s going. But he does, turning around and throwing a little wave over his shoulder. Seokjin isn’t sure how he’s supposed to sit through dinner after that, but he’s starving, so he makes his way to the restaurant anyway.

Jimin’s already there when he finds their table in the back.

“Oh, there he is,” Jimin says. “I thought maybe you’d never stop making out in the alley.”

Of course he saw them.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he answers. He tries his best to sound nonchalant. Obviously, if it were just him and Hoseok at dinner, he’d spill his guts, and Hoseok would probably end up telling Jimin anyway, but it’s different to sit at a dinner table with your co-workers and tell them you might be in love with their boss. More complicated than Seokjin’s kiss-clouded brain wants to deal with.

“Sure, hyung. I must’ve been mistaken.”

“Must have,” he shrugs.

Luckily, Taehyung and Jeongguk seem to have stopped paying attention, and have moved on to arguing over who gets to grill the meat.

“Stop fighting. Hyung will do it,” Seokjin interjects, taking the scissors from Taehyung carefully.

After the pork is cooked, the conversation moves away from the subject of Seokjin, which he’s grateful for. It allows him to let his thoughts drift a while, of course always coming back to Namjoon. Hoseok catches him staring at the flowers, now on the table next to his plate.

“He really likes you,” Hoseok notes.

“I think maybe he does,” Seokjin agrees, not able to help the grin on his face.

“No shit,” Jimin says. “He hasn’t been able to shut up about you since you put him in his place on your first day. Ever since then it’s been, ‘Jiminie, he’s so hot,’ and ‘You should have heard him tell me to fuck off, I think I might have a new kink’. It’s been awful.”

Seokjin wants to melt into his seat—it’s mortifying and a little thrilling. Mortifying to again be the subject of Taehyung and Jeongguk’s giggles and thrilling to know that Namjoon has been feeling the same way as him this whole time.

“Don’t be shy, hyung. It’s romantic,” Jeongguk assures him. “I think you both deserve to be happy.”

“Thank you, Jeonggukie. That’s why you’re my favorite,” he jokes. “More pork for you,” he adds as he drops a few more pieces of meat on Jeongguk’s plate.

It starts an argument over who’s actually the favorite, which lasts until they’re done with dinner and into the station to catch trains home. Hoseok and Seokjin ride home quietly, both texting and checking social media.

When they get home, Hoseok pulls Seokjin into an unexpected hug. His hugs are unmatched—they’re tight but not stifling, warm, and you can almost feel the love coming out of him and into you. Seokjin loves them.

“What’s this for?” he asks into Hoseok’s shoulder.

“Nothing. I’m just happy for you.” Hoseok pulls back. “You’ve been so much happier lately. At Kiwoom, with Namjoon, being around Yoongi again… It’s just nice to see you happy like you deserve.”

There’s a reason Hoseok is his best friend.

They don’t sleep right away, Seokjin is still reeling a little and Hoseok wants details. He gets them, and then the conversation evolves into talk about Jimin and how things are going between him and Hoseok (incredibly well, apparently), Hoseok’s job, and how Jimin has convinced him to join him for dance classes once a week if he can get the time off. For as much as Seokjin seems happier to the people around him, Hoseok does, too.

Last year, they’d both hated their jobs, felt unlucky in love, and were sort of stuck. Now, things are turning around for both of them, and it just feels right. That this would happen for them together, at the same time.

Hoseok hums a song Seokjin recognizes from Jimin’s performance. How many times had he watched Jimin practice? Seokjin realizes he’s been so busy between work and worrying about Namjoon that he doesn’t really know how much time Hoseok and Jimin are spending together lately.

“Do you ever think about what might have happened if we’d gone to a different club that night, or if you hadn’t come with me?” Hoseok asks out of the blue.

He does sometimes, actually. Even though, in general, he’s not really an overthinker, he does sometimes wonder how things move behind the scenes to get people where they need to be at any given moment. Is it fate, design, choice, multiverses? He has no idea, but it’s fun to consider on the occasions when he's feeling introspective.

But tonight he’s just feeling content.

As he stands up, ready to head to bed, he gives the answer that he likes to think is the most truthful. “I think we all would have ended up exactly where we’re supposed to be no matter what,” he replies.

Hoseok grins. “I like that, hyung.”

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