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Set My Soul On Fire [6] | 18+

Summary: The chances of meeting your soul flame were almost one in a eight billion, the only way of knowing you were a match? You had to happen to be in close proximity of each other, so how were you ever to find your one true flame when they possibly lived halfway around the globe. When you find out you matched with not one but four members from the biggest boy band in the world, you weren’t sure if you were incredibly lucky or headed for devastating heartbreak, but you were willing to find out.

Rating: 18+

Genre: idol!au, smut, angst, fluff

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Namjoon x Reader

Status: Ongoing

Word Count: 6.2K

Warnings: dom!jungkook, dom!jimin, dom!taehyung, dom!namjoon, sub!reader, consent, smut, possessiveness, polyamory, anxiety, insecurities, jealousy, sexual tension, dirty talk, explicit language, kissing, grinding, marking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral(f. receiving), Jimin has a long ass tongue, Jimin has a hugeeeee praise kink, mentions of multiple members and voyerism.

Author’s Note: Oh my godddd its happening, whats the procedure, whats the procedure!! (Points if you know what that’s from!) I think it’s been long enough, time for some smutty smut smut!

This is all fictional.

It was about another hours drive to the house and Jimin had insisted on holding your hand the entire way, regardless of your concerns about him driving one handed. So now his fingers threaded with yours, resting on the center console as you tried your best to distract yourself from the way his thumb swept tenderly across the top of your hand.

Intrusive thoughts kept finding their way into your mind, like just how amazing those pillowy lips had felt against yours. They had been everything you’d imagined and then some. Just how would those lips would feel kissing their way down my body.

Your mind was running rampant with salacious daydreams, no doubt driving Jimin crazy at this point. But you couldn’t help it, after that kiss and his comment about not holding back, all your thoughts were filled with Jimin.

Jimin whose gaze could pierce your very soul and set your whole body on fire.

Jimin whose lithe body moved so gracefully across the stage driving every person crazy in the crowd.

Jimin who loved to tease millions of army with that sinful tongue and sensual body roll on stage.

“Fuck. Please stop Y/N, I only have so much control. I’m barely resisting pulling this car over and fucking you until you can’t walk as it is.” He growled like some wild animal causing your breath to hitch, his fingers tightening painfully on the steering wheel as he fought against the onslaught of images.

She was seriously trying to kill him.

Your body heated at his comment, suddenly at war with your own thoughts as you couldn’t decide if that was what you secretly wanted. You could however feel the tension between the both of you growing with each passing second. The heat building between your thighs causing you squeeze them together trying to relieve some of the pressure.

“Do you want me to pull over?” He smirked, tongue snaking out along the seam of his lips as he bit down on his lower lip. He yanked your joined hands up to his mouth to press a kiss to your knuckles, catching your gaze as he flipped your hands over to kiss your inner wrist.

“Jimin!” You gasped, jerking your hand from his grasp as you tried to distance yourself from that sinful mouth as much as possible from within the small confines of the car.

Just as you both were about at your limit the house came into view, a relived groan escaping him as he pulled in behind the others who were already unloading their car.

“Finally..” he sighed turning off the car, Taehyung all smiles already bounding over to the car to pound on his window.

“Where the hell were you guys!? We thought maybe you had broken down on the side of the road... or something.” Jimin grimaced at the humor lacing his voice, of course they knew what had happened to a degree, Tae just insisted on torturing Jimin whenever given the chance.

“Nope, we’re fine as you can clearly see.” Jimin replied, shoving Taehyung playfully. Taehyung was just relived to see his soul mates sour mood having finally lifted, everyone was tried of walking on eggshells around him. Jungkook had been the ringleader behind putting them in close confines together to hash out their differences.

You had quickly snuck out of the car while Jimin was distracted with Taehyung, making your way towards the others. Just as you approached the other car a massive doberman appeared, rounding the corner with Jungkook in tow. He tackled you to the ground proceededing to happily lick you to death. You laughed, doing your best to fend off the slobber monster.

“BAM! No! Bad Bam! that's not how we greet Y/N!” He laughed dragging him off of you, bam took off running to find his next victim, Jimin, who immediately fawned over him in an adorable baby voice.

“Ohh Bammm, look at you! You got so big! Ohh who’s a good boy!”

Jungkook picked you up from the ground as if you weighed nothing, trying in vain to wipe at the muddy paw prints scattered across your shirt, “Sorry about that, he’s still a baby. I asked our manager to steal him away from training camp for a while so you could meet him, guess he still needs some work.” Jungkook explained, that adorable bunny smile making your heart skip a beat.

You watched the so-called ‘puppy’ bounce between the members happily, moving from one person to the next to receive attention. Taehyung took off in a sprint causing Bam to give chase, tackling him to the ground once he inevitably caught him, they rolled around like little kids in the grass.

“He’s so cute, hard to believe he's a puppy though!” Man that was going to be one big dog when it was full grown, he was surely as big as you and he was still a puppy. They always said you could tell how big a dog would be based on its paw size, well those damn paws were huge. Like father like son I suppose, you weren’t sure if the muscle bunny was ever going to stop growing either. You subtly eyed his chest as he stood beside you watching Bam with an adorable look on his face. Surely he as flexing or sticking out his chest on purpose?

“He’s not that big. Maybe you’re just small..” He dropped an arm around your shoulder pinching your cheek playfully. You stuck your tongue out in response to the comment, “The best things come in small packages!” Jungkook’s eyes widened as he processed that phrase, he held his tongue before he made a comment in return. Best things indeed…

“Alright, let’s figure out who’s staying where! Y/N since you’re the guest of honor you can choose your room first. Both of those houses are where the rooms are located, so go ahead and pick one and we’ll bring your luggage.” Namjoon motioned towards the two houses.

You grabbed at your suitcase, “I can take it up to my room, it’s not a big deal. I think there’s enough to unpack without making one of you follow me around with my luggage.” Never one to inconvenience anyone, you made a move to head towards the houses only for Jungkook to block your path. He had his arms crossed over his chest as he glanced down at the suitcase and then back to your face. Snatching the bag before you could even form a protest, he simply hefted it up and over his shoulder without a single word.

Everyone behind you was laughing as they watched you stand there mouth agape as Jungkook headed up the hill, luggage in tow. “I don’t think you’re going to get away with saying no to JK.” Taehyung smiled at the youngest antics.

“Okay okay, fine! I surrender to your sexist need to carry my luggage!” You threw your hands in the air exasperated, running to catch up to Jungkook and his long ass legs.

“It’s not sexist, it’s just good manners. Do men in America not have manners anymore or something?” Jungkook frowned, studying you curiously as he came to a stop.

You’d never really thought about that before, but when had men stopped being polite to women in your eyes. Between the men only trying to get in your pants and the men who always let you down, you had somehow lost faith in men. Your mom always blamed it in feminism, saying we forced men to become these weak creatures who weren’t real men anymore.

“I… don’t know honestly, I guess I haven’t had very many good examples of men in my life,” You tried to remember the last time a man you had dated held open a door for you, or offered to carry something heavy. Maybe on the first date? Definitely not once you’d slept together.

Jungkook frowned at the thoughts crossing your head, determined now more than ever to change your view on men, well at least his memebers. He vowed to do everything possible to spoil you now that they had found you, and hopefully you would have you by their sides forever.

Everyone settled into their rooms and was unloading their luggage, you had chosen a room on the second floor with a great view of the entire property. You could hear Bam bouncing around in the room below you. You may or may not have chosen this room because you hoped just maybe you could coax him into sleeping with you, you missed your own animals back home.

Jimin had taken great pleasure in knowing you were sleeping in the same room he had chosen during the filming of the show. Which of course he had made a comment about, how you were sleeping in the same bed as him.

You slammed the door in his face before he could see the furious blush on your face. You knew he was the king of flirting, you were just somehow never prepared when that flirting was directed at you.

You fell back onto the bed with a sigh, lifting your phone above your head as you eyed the zero bars. Of course you would have no service way out in the middle of nowhere like this, you weren’t sure why you expected anything differently.

You really needed to get a new phone soon, you had brought yours from America in hopes of using it at least until you were able to get something here. In the meantime you had to refrain from calling and texting as much as possible, not wanting to drive your cell phone bill up with international fees.

Surely this place had WiFi? You could connect to the internet and then at least your phone wouldn’t be completely worthless. You could at least still receive calls and texts, if not send them out as often. You quickly sent a text off to Jungkook asking what the WiFi was.

Jungkook suddenly appeared in your peripheral scaring the shit out of you. How had he gotten up the stairs so damn quickly without you hearing him, “Jungkook! Shit! Make a noise or something would ya, scared me to death!” You squealed, sitting up on your bed as he shot you a disarming smile. “You need to wear a bell…”

“Sorry, I thought I’d just bring the wifi information upstairs.” He scratched at the back of his head sheepishly, showing you the slip of paper with the name and password on it.

“Thank you,” You took the paper flashing him a smile in thanks. Jungkook collapsed in a chair in the corner, rubbing Bams head affectionally who had followed him. Suddenly a string of chimes rang out from your phone, your eyes widening as you stared at the screen in silence.

“Whoa, someone’s really been trying to get ahold of you!” He stood to make his way over, curious to see just who was blowing up your phone.

You panicked, cradling the phone to your chest to hide the messages, “Yah, Its just--uh Mel... probably wondering why I wasn’t responding, she’s never been very patient. I should probably answer her!” You flinched at the strain lacing your voice, hoping that you didn’t come off as nervous as you suddenly felt; fear coursing through your body.

Jungkook froze in his steps eyeing you quizzically, “Oh.. yah. I’m sure she’s worried about you.” He studied you a moment longer, not liking how pale your face had become. He didn’t want to overreact though, maybe it was something embarrassing you hadn’t wanted him to see? “I guess I’ll leave you to it?” He moved to leave, hesitating only a moment as he eyed you over his shoulder scanning your phone with a odd look on your face.

“I’ll be down soon.” You forced a smile on your face as he left, locking the door after him. Collapsing on the bed you read through the messages that flooded your screen.

Die bitch!!

How dare you come to Korea! Stay away from BTS!

They would never like an ugly bitch like you!

The messages just got worse the further down your screen you read as you fought back the tears swimming in your eyes. You knew things would get messy when you got involved with BTS, you knew the risk you were taking from the moment you found out they were your Soul Flames. You told yourself this over and over again, tried to remind yourself before you left for Korea what you were potentially walking into. But to this extent? When all they knew is you were in Seoul? You can’t even imagine what would happen when they found out your involvement with BTS.

After you had finally deleted the last of the disgusting messages from your phone you tossed it aside.

They were just idle threats from crazy fans, right?

Nothing was going to happen as long as you were under their protection. You’d heard many times of fans getting ahold of members numbers, so this was something you should have come to expect I guess. Good thing you were going to be getting a new phone here soon, a new number and a new start.

Taehyung had been the one to finally drag you from your room; you had succumbed to sleep once you’d settled in your room, since you’d left so early in the morning and you were not a morning person.

Now that you were sufficiently stuffed from the meal the boys prepared, the boys being Jungkook, Jimin and Tae of course. Namjoon was banned from the kitchen for obvious reasons. You watched fondly as Tae and Jungkook sang along to some unfamiliar song on the karaoke machine. Namjoon was absent, having secluded himself upstairs in the library to get some peaceful reading in. Not that it was very peaceful with Jungkook and Taehyung belting out at the top of their lungs, but he was probably so used to it by now.

Jimin had chosen to sit unbearably close to you, regardless of all the open seats available. You tried your best to ignore the way his thigh was pressed up against yours, instead focusing on the boys antics as they tried to one up each other.

The weight of Jimins head hitting your lap startled you. He whined playfully, making grabby hands in your direction. “W-What?” you stammered nervously, unsure exactly what he was up to now. It always amazed you how he could drive women crazy one second with his sexual persona and then turn them into simpering babies the next with his mischievous ways.

“Rub my head... please?” He replied brazenly, biting his lower lip in that signature look as his gaze zeroed in your movements as he felt you squirm under his scrutiny.

“Stop looking at me like that!” You whispered vehemently, tugging on his locks in retaliation.

“Like what? I’m not doing anything...” He flashed you a bright smile, his eyes almost disappearing into two little crescent shapes. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. Even if he hadn’t been able to feel your arousal, the flush to your cheeks was evident enough.

You quickly brought your attention back to the boys singing, your fingers nervously lacing through his fluffy hair. It was just as unbelievably soft as you had dreamt, you could run your fingers through it all day... your own personal stress reliever. No wonder he was always playing with his hair, you would too if this was how yours felt. All at once you could picture your hands, pulling on those locks as he thrust deeply--

You stood abruptly, depositing Jimin on the floor. To which he let out a huff of breathe to show his annoyance, rolling his eyes before moving to sit back on the couch. There was only so many times he was going to let you brush him off and he was quickly approaching his threshold, he didn’t have much patience to begin with when he decided he wanted something.

Taehyung grabbed your hands pulling you flush against his body as a soft melody started playing from the karaoke machine.

“Dance with me!” He spun you around gently, a boxy smile plastered on his face as you clumsily tried to keep up with his dizzying dance steps. You both giggled like little children as you let him lead you about the living room.

Just when you were starting to get dizzy from all the spinning Jungkook pulled you from Tae’s arms, positioning you in front of the tv screen. His body enveloping you from behind, molding your back to his front. His sweet voice tickled your ears as he sang for you, causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. All the attention from these boys was starting to get to you as you felt your body heat up in a pleasant way.

All the while Jimin watched you from his seat on the couch, where he had climbed back up after being so swiftly tossed on the floor. A pout marring his face as he narrowed his eyes at the younger pair having ruined his moment with you. He willed you to look back at him so he could convey his displeasure but your eyes stayed glued to the screen as he watched you turn best red under Jungkooks spell.

You swallowed nervously, feeling the heat prickle your skin as you tried not to focus on the way Jungkooks fingers trailed teasingly up and down your arm as he sang. He probably wasn’t even aware he was doing it, you thought. You gasped as he nipped at your lobe playfully, breaking free from his arms.

“I’m gonna get some air!” You declared, making your way outside as fast as humanly possible as you willed your heart to stop racing.

You sat outside at the pools edge, dangling your feet in the cool water below. Though it was obviously even hotter outside, this kind of heat didn’t bother you nearly as much as the heat that radiated through your body when you were in close proximity of your soul flames.

A stream of cold water hit the back of your head making you jump, turning to find the source. There stood Jimin armed with a water gun, a playful smirk gracing his face. He took off in a fit of giggles as you gave chase, jumping away from the pool and grabbing the nearest gun. “Jimin! You’re gonna pay for that!”

You chased Jimin across the expansive yard, getting some choice shots in here and there, one particularly good one landing right on that deliciously taunt behind of his. But he was soon out of reach of your gun, years of dance giving him an advantage as he rounded the basketball court. You hatched a devious plan in your head, stopping alongside the court as you laid down pretending like you fell, “Ouch!!” You shouted, reaching for your foot as you lay wounded on the ground.

Jimin immediately froze, running back to you in concern, “What happened?! Are you okay? Where does it hurt?” He reached for your ‘injured’ foot just as you took aim and shot him square in the face in retaliation. He stared aghast as you stood up to show him you were totally fine, a cocky grin on your face, “Gotcha!” You laughed, dancing around him in a victory dance.

You suddenly found yourself pressed back to the hard ground, your gun wrenched from your hand and flung across the grass. Jimins body covered yours, the plastic barrel of his water gun pressed to your head. “Clever girl… too bad you let your guard down too soon. Surrender!”

You held your hands up, “I give! I give! You win Jimin!” He smiled triumphantly, his gaze wandering down to your lips before moving back to your eyes. “What do I win? Hmm?” He quietly trailed the gun from your temple across your lips and down your neck, tapping it against your chest in playful manor.

“The pleasure of me not murdering you for ruining my quiet moment by the pool?” You mused, ignoring the not so subtle way he was eyeing your mouth.

He hummed in contemplation, his free hand sliding to the small of your back pulling you ever closer until your bodies were pressed against each other intimately, his knee wedged between your legs to keep them apart. “Well that's not a very good prize, try again.”

You could barely form a logical thought at that point, his breathe fanning against your lips driving you crazy as you laid frozen beneath his perusal. Your traitorous body responded for you as your back arched pressing ever closer to his warmth. “Jimin..” you whispered, fingers splayed across his chest as you felt yourself fall under the spell of his seductive gaze.

“Yes baby?” He cocked his head fondly, fingers digging into your hips as he held himself back, waiting patiently.

You swallowed nervously, chewing on your lower lip as you remembered the way his lips had felt against yours, your mind and body at war with each other. “What do you want?”

He smiled at your sudden shyness, “A kiss?” He replied, his gun abandoned as he swept his thumb along your lower lip awaiting your reply. You didn’t even realize the power you held over them already, one word from you and he would go to the ends of the earth, do anything you wished.

“I guess that's okay...” you smiled, trying to hide your nervousness. This was different from your previous kiss, you hadn’t known what was coming when he kissed you the first time. Now laying here waiting for him to kiss you was pure torture. Time ticked by, seconds feeling like hours as you followed the movement of his tongue across his lips, wetting your own in anticipation, “Jimi--”

His lips crushed yours in a desperate kiss, insistently prying your mouth open so he could taste you. His palms cradled your face as he angled your face to his liking, nipping playfully at your bottom lip.

“Jimin” You whispered against his lips, his name barely auditable amongst your shared breathe as you pushed against his chest to get his attention. Both of you staring wordlessly at each other while you caught your breathe.

“I’m scared..” The words finally spilled out, “The bond, I’m just not ready yet… I need more time.” You tried to explain to lighten the hurt you saw reflected on his face. “I really like all of you… so much… I’m just not ready for the bond yet. I need more time, I think mayb—“

Jimin pressed a finger to your lips silencing your protests, “Its okay, I understand. I would never force you to do something you don’t want to do, so lets just take it slow, alright?” He smiled, lips ghosting over yours as he leant down to press a lingering kiss to your lips once more.

“Can I have a small taste?” He whispered, running his tongue along the seam of your lips before leaning back to shoot you a sinful smirk. “I won’t go any further than that, please…” He leant back to gauge your reaction, taking note of your heated face with a pleased smile. “Y/N? Baby… you need to answer me.” His voice held a note of teasing.

Staring up into Jimin’s handsome face you were suddenly extremely nervous. You weren’t sure if you could ever live up to any expectations he might have. He was a world famous celebrity, you were just some regular old girl from America. Surely he had been with all kinds of beautiful models and celebrities... you could never live up to that. What if he took one look at you and decided he didn’t want to be your Soul Flame anymore, decided you weren’t worth it after all.

Jimin abruptly pulled you from your thoughts, pinning your hands up above your head. His eyes narrowed as he spoke, “Y/N, stop it. None of us would ever! You are absolutely beautiful, and I’m proud your my Soul Flame. Let me show you, how much I absolutely adore every inch of you.. let me love you.” His face softened as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, releasing your hands to cradle your face in his as he peppered your face with kisses playfully.

You giggled trying to turn away as he nipped at your nose, “Okay! Okay! Promise you won’t be disappointed? I’m not exactly that experienced..” You thought back to your previous boyfriends, they’d usually been so caught up in finishing themselves they never really cared about your pleasure. The few times they had gone down on you it just felt, awkward and messy... you never understood how women could get pleasure from such a thing.

He threw his head back in laughter, “Baby... you don’t have to worry about that.” He then swept you up into his arms, intent on carrying you to the house.

“Where are we going?” You exclaimed, clinging to him afraid he might drop you at any moment.Your brain had a hard time processing such a slender body as Jimin’s was able to carry you so easily.

“Unless you feel like putting on a show for the rest of the guys… I’m taking us to your room.” He sauntered cockily into the house, taking two steps at a time until he finally made it to your bedroom. “I mean, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind, but I thought that might be a too much too soon for you baby girl.” He chuckled, dropping you unceremoniously on the bed.

You clutched the sheets below, your mind raced at the idea of the other members being present. You body betrayed you, instantly heating at the thought as you could feel your panties becoming wet at the sheer idea. How would they react to seeing you and Jimin together?

“Hmmm… you don’t seem opposed to the idea.” His smile grew as he felt your thoughts, “Noted.”

“What, I didn’t—… no, I wasn’t thinking of—… Jimin!” You sputtered, trying to regain some control over your thoughts. “Dammit, this really isn’t fair! Stop listening to my thoughts.” You pouted, sitting upright on the bed to show your annoyance at him constantly intruding.

He held his hands up in surrender, “Hey I can’t help it! You are more than welcome to read my thoughts anytime you want… once you bond with me that is.” He countered, knowing full well you weren’t ready so there was nothing you could do.

“For now, just think of me... and only me.” His sinful voice warmed your body as he climbed on the bed atop of you, forcing you further up until your head hit the headboard. His lips met yours passionately, letting the weight of his body press you into the mattress below.

Suddenly all your thoughts were indeed focused on Jimin, lacing your fingers through his hair to keep his mouth against yours. He ravaged your mouth exquisitely, controlling the kiss with a kind of ease only someone as skilled as him you imagined could. You wouldn’t mind kissing him for the rest of your life, this is it, you thought, you could die right now, right here and be totally happy. Just wrapped up in Jimin’s arms as he kissed you into oblivion.

His hands moved down your sides, skimming over your stomach and down to grab your ass as he ground himself into you so you could feel the large bulge he already sported, leaving no doubt as to how he felt in that moment.

You let out a quiet moan against his mouth without meaning to, he quickly responded with one of his own as he left the sweetness of your mouth to trail soft kisses along your neck. He stopped, the sudden urge to mark you for everyone to see overtaking him. He licked at a strip of skin beneath your ear, biting down swiftly before taking the skin into his mouth and sucking gently.

You jumped at the sudden sensation, fingers digging into his scalp as you felt a tingle shoot straight to your core causing your nipples to pebble. As fast it came it was gone though as he pulled back to observe his artwork with a pleased smile, “Mine.” He growled, touching the blotch of purple marring your skin.

He moved down your body then, hiking up your shirt to kiss every inch of skin displayed. You found yourself squirming beneath his touch, every press of his lips driving your crazy. It felt like your whole body was on fire, but something was still missing. “Jiminie...” You whined, unsure of what you were trying to voice but hoping he would be able to sate this fire he started.

“Shh.. I’ll take care of you.” He whispered against your stomach, reaching up to undo your shorts as he slowly peeled them down your legs and out of the way.

He bit his lip at the sight of the large wet spot forming on your underwear, cursing under his breathe as he cupped your heat. “So wet for me already? I’ve barely touched you.”

You covered your face in embarrassment, barely resisting the urge to ground yourself against his hand. Jimin had the ability to make you wet simply by staring at you, it was no wonder you were already so wet with the attention he was giving you. You were pretty sure you’ve been in a permanent state of arousal since your car ride here.

He chuckled, reaching up to pull your hands away from your face, “No hiding. I want to see your face when I taste you...” He ever so slowly began peeling your underwear down your legs, groaning at the sight of your arousal sticking to the fabric. “Shit, baby... your killing me. I wanna go slow, I really do but...” He trailed his middle finger down your slit collecting your arousal, “Your so fucking wet.”

He used your slick to rub circles on your clit, eliciting a moan from your lips as you arched against his ministrations. You’d never felt so turned on before, with just a single touch he was already driving you crazy and you couldn’t explain it.

“Does that feel good baby?” He craved your praise, needed to hear it from your lips. “Tell me how you feel...” He whispered, leaning down to take your clit into his mouth he began sucking lightly as his hands gripped your thighs to pry your legs further apart for him to lay between them.

You moaned loudly, “Jimin! Oh my god.. that feels amazing! Don’t stop!” You couldn’t believe the words escaping your mouth, you had never been one for dirty talk and yet here you were, egging him on.

Suddenly he was attacking you with gusto at your praise, his tongue sliding between your folds thrusting into your aching core. His fingers digging into your flesh as he lapped at your arousal letting none go to waste, he groaned his approval the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure through your body.

You suddenly felt a pressure build up in your stomach unlike anything you’d experienced before, your whole body tensing up as you fought whatever was happening.

Jimin’s hand moved from your thigh to your hand, fingers weaving through yours comfortingly. “Don’t fight it baby, just let it happen.” He gave one last lingering lick to your center before sucking your clit back into his mouth as he slowly pushed his middle finger into your pussy.

Your walls immediately squeezed his finger as he lapped at your clit, letting you become accustom to the feeling before sliding a second finger inside. Once he felt you loosen he angled his fingers, pressing down against that rough spot with with ease.

You squirmed, trying in vain to squeeze your legs shut against the sensation, “Shit! Jimin!!” Swiftly covering your mouth in embarrassment at your outburst, Jimin however just giggled in response obviously happy at your comment.

He began thrusting his fingers in and out, hitting that rough patch with each motion as his tongue licked along your lips before coming back to flick at your clit. Your hips naturally started rocking against his face and hands, squeezing his fingers deep inside you.

Everything he was doing was feeling unbelievably amazing, the pressure you had felt before was slowly spiraling, a pleasant tingling sensation causing your toes to curl.

All at once his pace increased, applying even more pressure than before with each thrust. Your back arched off the bed as you felt the pressure build up inside of you like nothing before, “Jimin!” You screamed his name, suddenly unsure.

“Let go baby..” He nipped at your clit taking it into his mouth sucking deeply just as his fingers curled applying deep pressure to your g spot.

Then all at once that damn was breaking causing you to scream out his name in pleasure. A rush of arousal gushed from your core coating his face as he lapped at the liquid with a growl of approval. Your whole body tingled as you went tense, light tremors causing your arms and legs to tremble occasionally.

Once you finally came back down it was to Jimin’s soft kitten licks at your clit, you inched back from the overstimulation only to realize his fingers were still softly thrusting inside of you as well. You whimpered, pushing at his head between your legs, “Jiminie...”

He sucked gently once more on your clit, never stopping his fingers movements, “You can do one more for me, can’t you baby girl?” His hot breathe fanned your arousal once again as you slowly felt the overstimulation give way to pleasure once more.

“I don’t know... I’ve never done that before...” You moaned quietly, to which he moaned in return, taking great pleasure in knowing he was the first to make you squirt like that. Ever so slowly he slid a third finger inside of you, curling them again just right to rub at that patch inside you that gave you so much pleasure.

“I can feel it... right here, its still full.” He smirked, applying the slightest pressure against your g spot where he could feel more fluid just waiting to come out. You moaned in reply, thrusting up against his palm as he ground it down into your clit.

He had his response then, all at once his fingers moved again at lightening speed pressing harder and harder against your g spot with each thrust. He moved from between your legs, never stopping his pace he kissed you deeply, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips.

“Does it feel good? Are you gonna cum again Y/N?” He egged you on, grinding your clit against his palm as his other hand moved to cup your breast over your shirt, altering between squeezing and tweaking your nipple through the rough fabric of your bra.

He whimpered as you noticed he’d begun thrusting his hard bulge against your side. You brazenly reached down to help him relieve some of the pressure, grabbing his dick through his shorts. You were shocked to find your fingers could barely wrap around it, he was a lot bigger than you would have ever guessed.

He groaned, encouraging you as he thrust into your hand that was sliding up and down his length, “Fuck, Y/N.. faster.” You started moving faster at his request as he increased the speed of his fingers to mimic you. You both raced towards your release quickly. This being your second you hadn’t expected it to crash into you even harder than the first one, you screamed, your body going taunt at the rivets of cum escaped your body seemed never ending, soaking his body and your sheets below.

Jimin collapsed against you, allowing his full weight to rest against your side as he tried to catch his breathe. He has never cum that hard before in his life, and he hadn't even been inside you. He could only imagine the pleasure it would bring to finally complete this bond.

You lay like that for a while trying to to catch your breathe. Once Jimin recovered he quickly made his way to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth. You winced slightly when he made a move to clean you up, “Sorry, I hope I wasn’t too rough on you.” He whispered, trying to be as careful as possible.

You giggled, feeling suddenly shy, “I’m alright... that was amazing actually, I’ve never.. well, you know..” You motioned towards the sheets which would obviously have to be washed, “Done that before.”

You felt your face heat up at the comment. Squirt Y/N, just say it... he had made you squirt. Something you had thought was like the unicorn of sex so to speak. Something you thought honestly was entirely made up by to fuel porn movies.

Jimin smiled proudly, grabbing a blanket from the closet to cover you up as he snuggled beside you in bed. “Well, I’m afraid this comforter is done for.”

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boyfriend texts – ft. enhypen

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LOYALTY TEST

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Our Little Love part seven - OT7 Mafia/Yandere au

What’s that saying? One step forward two steps back? 👀 6K words containing: manipulation, toxic yandere men, non-consented acts of affection, lies, possessive behaviour, jealousy, allusion to crime and kidnapping.

“Little love,” Jin calls for you absentmindedly, frowning when you don’t look up from your book to answer him. It’s one you had read a million times before, maybe you didn’t hear him.

“Little love?” He tries again, looking confused as you let out a disgruntled sigh of annoyance.

He can see your jaw clench, something had pissed you off. Your foot became restless as you sat in the arm chair, it was only when Jimin cleared his throat obviously he remembered the terms and conditions you had enforced.

This time he lets out a big sigh, one of tested patience. He mumbles an apology before turning away, a bitter feeling creeping up his chest. Fuck, he resented the fact he couldn’t call you that anymore, it was like asking him not to breathe. Fuck fuck fuck, they needed to earn your forgiveness soon or this might actually kill them. Not that they ever underestimated you, but you really did know which weapons to pull to hurt them the most, and fuck did he have to admit they deserved it. Didn’t mean he had to like any of it.

Jimin follows him out, a quick glance back at you to see if you were paying any concern but of course not. Since the day you announced the break you’d been keeping your distance, Jimin had complained about it childishly with tantrum tears in his eyes but you had patiently explained you needed the space to clear your head.

Jimin scoffs at the memory, feeling sour about it still. The pout he wears gives away his thoughts when they both find Yoongi in the kitchen.

“Little love giving you a hard time?” he says almost amused.

It’s Jin’s turn to scoff dramatically, ears burning so red, Yoongi swears there’s steam.

“We can’t call her that anymore,” he complains, sulking.

Yoongi smiles a little, not because he truly found his hyung’s pain entertaining, but because he understood the pain.

“It’s a difficult situation,” Yoongi agrees, “but the alternative would have been so much worse.”

Jimin and Jin stare silently at him, their gazes aggressive as if they wanted to hit the male but they didn’t because he was right. The worst alternative wasn’t expecting you to leave, they all knew they would never let that happen, but if you had become a ghost of yourself, if they had broken you so badly there was nothing left to rebuild, then what would be left of you?

“When did you become so considerate?” Jimin scoffs, rolling his eyes. He didn’t like any of it, he didn’t care if you were right and they were wrong, you had taken away their most prized and valuable possession, you. He couldn’t help the internal tantrums as if someone had taken away his favourite toy. Call him childish, call him whatever the hell you wanted, he hated this situation, and he couldn’t hide it.

They apologised, and apologised, and apologised, and you still gave them the cruellest punishment you could think of.

“You’re still thinking with anger,” Yoongi acknowledges, knowing when Jimin cooled down from this he would probably be the one with the most regret and remorse, what he didn’t know is Jimin was clinging to his resentment with all his might, because once that gave way he would have so much to answer for.

—

Men would pay money to see Jung Hoseok hesitate, but that was exactly what he was doing now. Another book in your hand (you were reading a bit too much lately, he didn’t like it, it was as if you knew you couldn’t leave physically so you were doing so mentally), and he was stalling himself with interrupting you.

Your rejection cut holes into him, and that’s what he was afraid of when approaching you today. When he was younger he used to be afraid of everything, but after indulging in the horrors of survival and the syndicate, nothing terrified him any more, or so he thought before his heart belonged to you.

“Litt-” he catches himself before he says it too loud, clearing his throat quietly hoping you didn’t hear him. “Y/n?”

He sounds more confident, his more serious persona going up as if that would protect him here. He knew he needed it, any sane person after experiencing his pleasure and pain games would run at the sight of him, and a part of him was getting ready to catch you if you did.

You look at him and it has him crumbling. Something in his chest physically hurts him so bad he thinks he needs to go see a specialist, one glance from you and he’s ready to beg on his knees again for your forgiveness. The distance between you, although you were here in front of him, killed him. It felt eerily similar to what it did when you left, and it confused his brain and body so much.

He had to remind himself every day, you were still here, you still loved them, this was just temporary.

“I-I wasjus- I was just heading to the b-basment,” forget money, men would lay down their lives to see Jung Hoseok stutter and stumble over his words.

You frown in question when he doesn’t continue, but stares at you expectantly, until he realises he hadn’t explained what he wanted.

“For a workout!” He rectifies himself quickly before taking a breath to calm himself, “I wondered if you wanted to join me?”

He mentally pats himself on the back quickly for sounding more put together, but then his nerves start to shake again when you don’t respond immediately. You contemplate it, for too long in his eyes, stretching out the pause until you have the man sweating. Who needs a work out, just piss your girlfriend off and try to spend time with her while she's still mad.

“Yeah, okay,” you nod, finally putting down your book (he should get Jimin to burn them all). “I’ll go get changed.”

The relief and joy that floods Hobi almost makes him pass out, a genuine smile he hasn’t felt on his own face for days bursts through. This was a step in the right direction, you didn’t hate him or you would’ve shut him down. With the amount of hope in his system, he was getting giddy.

—

You wanted some time alone this evening, without them lingering around you, with poor attempts of covering their intentions with busying themselves. As if you couldn’t see Jimin’s imploring stare as he walked past you from the corner of your eyes. Or the way Jin would walk towards you, hesitate and then walk away.

You didn’t say they couldn’t talk to you, you were just on a break. Part of you knows you should seek them out and start civil conversation but that part also knew once you opened the door they would come barging through. An inch would turn into a mile and you would be back where you started.

So now you were busying yourself with the world’s worst chore, just to escape and breathe for a second, laundry. You were sorting through the load at a snail’s pace, knowing when you were done you’d have to endure them again. You’re so embedded in your own thoughts you don’t feel another presence join you.

Arms wrap around you, making you still. His figure almost engulfs you from behind, his nose already finding purchase on your neck as he buries himself against you. You try not to sigh, you were sick of hearing the sound yourself but it was always one of patience.

You understood how hard it was for them to accept your decision for a ‘break’, but all you wanted was some respect for it. And this broke your no touching rule.

“Tae let go,” you say without an ounce of emotion, continuing sorting out the laundry in front of you.

His only reaction to your words is the opposite of course, holding you tighter against him making your heart skip too many beats to count. Your skin sizzled with something akin to longing, a fire he only seemed to ignite when his breath hit your neck.

You don’t give in. You throw the item of clothing in your hand down, both hands on the edge of the basket as you still, standing statue as he tries his hardest to work through your defences. You don’t respond when he nuzzles his nose against where he’s buried, or to the rumble of his chest when he breathes you in deeply. His eyes are closed, you know they are, he’s relishing the moment all he can before you take it away.

He doesn’t feel you respond the way he wants you to, he wants you to melt against him and the urge is so strong but somehow you resist. He whines, the sound so soft near your ears you almost miss it. He tries holding you tighter still, his thumb stroking soft circles on your skin, trying to tempt you to break your resolve. Gentle, almost whisper like kisses are placed on your shoulder as he finally breaks away.

“Are you done?” You say almost coldly as he steps back, picking back up another item of clothing.

You hear him sniff but you don’t let it move you.

“Heaven, please,” he begs, a fist in your top clutching onto you.

That’s when you turn to face him. If he expects to see any softness in your gaze he’s sorely mistaken, it’s not a glare you’re giving him but it’s close enough that it burns. You don’t even flinch when you see tears in his eyes.

“I asked you not to touch me,” you state quietly but your words are firm. “Or that if you did, you asked first.”

He looks down, partly in shame, partly in grief. You can’t stand to see the sight, it makes your heart ache, so you walk away.

—

“Y/n?” Jungkook asks for your attention, biting his lips in worry. “Can I ask you about the book you’re reading?”

The others in the room feel an overwhelming sense of envy when you smile at the maknae. Jimin’s jaw goes slack as you scoot over to let Jungkook sit beside you. Envy was a dangerous thing, how he wanted to pluck the youngest of them out of the seat and take his place, but he hadn’t calmed his emotions down enough yet to approach you properly, and he knew if he did he’d ruin whatever rebuilding the others had done. No, he had to be patient with himself and withdraw, even if that meant physically. He was playing cards with Yoongi and Seokjin, but he places his cards down and leaves.

Jin’s pout overtakes his face when he turns away from the sight of Jungkook grinning while you talk animatedly, putting down a card without thinking and letting Yoongi take the win this round. Yoongi didn’t even notice, his gaze goes soft at the way you laugh at a teasing comment Jungkook made, a sound he hasn’t heard in what felt like forever. The sound even makes the corners of Jin’s pout pull up.

The youngest of the group honestly thought he was in paradise, he didn’t even care about the book he just wanted to hear you talk without reservation. His focus was on the way your eyes lit up, the genuine smile on your face, how does he try to make this moment last forever? He pays attention to every word you utter, asking the right question to keep you going, even making a joke here and there and feeling so pleased with himself when you laugh.

How did the relationship regress back so far that he felt like this was the start of it, like he was still pursuing you to give him a chance, like he had to work up the courage to ask you out all over again. The answer of course was in their mistakes, the thought dampens his mood but he pushes it away. He didn’t know when he would get another moment like this, he had to soak it all in and cherish it before it was over.

—

Your defences go up when you spot Jimin bringing Taehyung to you, the shorter male holding his hand guiding your bear like boyfriend in front of you. You look at them both expectantly, wondering what the theatrics were for. Taehyung sniffles, his face hanging low, his red hoodie pulled down as far as he can get it to hide himself.

“Taehyung has something he wants to say Heaven- I mean angel- I mean Y/n,” he corrects himself repeatedly with a shake of his head, cheeks burning in slight embarrassment at the blunder, but he wouldn’t apologise for it even it that made him a hypocrite for what he was making Taehyung do.

He pushes his friend gently, encouraging him to speak.

“Tae?” you say gently, remembering how harshly you spoke to him the other day.

Apparently that was all it took for the man to break down into tears in front of you, falling to his knees as he bawled. Your jaw drops in shock at the action, but you’re more surprised at the fact he holds himself back from launching into you for comfort.

You can see how hard it is to do so, he’s hugging himself, but his nails dig into the fabric of his clothes. He still doesn’t look at you, his gaze on the floor. You give him a second to compose himself, the sobs turning into little hiccups as he wipes his face with his sleeve.

When he looks at you it's your turn to grip the armrests of the chair with all your might, those glassy eyes beg you for love and it takes everything not to smother him in your embrace. But that would undo all the work you’ve been doing, you had to talk it out first and then maybe if this was resolved you could reward him with physical affection, just a little.

“I-I’m sorry,” he says through a hoarse voice, the sound only breaking your resolve further. “About the other day, I s-should’ve asked first.”

He tries to take a deep breath in but it’s shaky, for some reason what he wants to say next breaks him out into more tears. He covers his face as he cries, Jimin rubbing his back providing him with the comfort you couldn’t give just yet.

“Doyouhateme?”

The muffled question breaks your heart, Jimin can see it on your face and it has him fighting down a smirk. He may have played a hand at manipulating the situation, convincing Taehyung this was the best way to get back into your good books.

“Tae no,” you breathe, eyes watering but you blink back the tears. You didn’t want to show them any weakness anymore. “I don’t hate you.”

You sigh, eyes to the ceiling, as if begging for control over yourself as you try really hard to not give in to the feeling of wanting to crawl into his lap and hold him.

“I just really needed some space that day,” you explain, “and you caught me at a bad time.”

That wipes away Jimin’s elation, all this talk about space and distance, it already felt like you were living on Mars. How much space did you want? In his opinion there had been too much space, that was the problem, or were you forgetting the long agonising months of your absence?

Taehyung nods, thankfully retaining your attention away from Jimin who couldn’t hide his thoughts from his face.

—

You can’t sleep, tossing and turning from your side to your back and then to your side again. Were you fighting a losing battle? Were you being unfair in asking them to change? You remember cases of forgotten wives refusing to leave their no good husbands, the amount of inane times you heard the cries of ‘I can get him to change’... had you become one of those women? Then of course came the others, the women who knew they could not work miracles on their partners and gave up. Some left, some stayed, and you remember watching them all in the years of your career, arrogantly thinking it would never be you, no man would ever trap you like this. There was a joke in there somewhere, one man certainly didn’t, but seven did.

The knock on the door thankfully interrupts your endless circle of pity, a meek Jungkook peeking around as he opens the door. Something about the scene felt familiar but the shoe was on the other foot. He was waiting for permission to come in, you don’t know why the sight made you smile, made you warm.

If anyone was proof that they were trying for you it was Jungkook, Yoongi had kept his distance out of respect for your rules, you know he only did so because he couldn’t help himself if he got too close. Jimin was similar although, you could see he was keeping his distance mentally, angry with you and your conditions. It would pass, you were sure, or at least you hoped.

Jungkook was the only one that accepted everything without complaint, and you knew it wasn’t easy. You were so grateful to him for it, for respecting your boundaries sincerely, for giving you hope that this relationship could be salvaged.

He almost trips over himself when you pull the covers back wordlessly, inviting him in, the stumble of his legs as he races towards you makes you giggle. He climbs in without hesitation, about to reach out for you but he stops himself, eyes looking up at you, wanting to ask you out loud but too afraid to.

“It’s okay,” you reassure him quietly, as if talking loudly would break the peace you felt with him there, that you’d second guess yourself.

Arms you’ve longed for wrap around your waist, pulling you towards him. You hold him back gently, not letting yourself get lost in him the way you wanted. In the darkness, your gazes meet, talking loudly in a way filled the silence.

“I’ve missed you,” he breathes out hard, unable to hold it in any longer.

“I’ve missed you too,” you admit.

He bites his lips to refrain from saying anything else, to break the illusion that everything was okay.

“I used to think I understood your darkness,” you murmur, stroking his hair out of his face.

He pulls you closer, burying his head against your chest, the youngest didn’t like how that sentence was going and part of him didn’t want to hear the rest.

“But I don’t think I ever did,” you confess in a whisper, starting to ramble. “I don’t get it Kookie, why me? This obsession, I thought I felt it the same as you, I thought you guys understood me too.”

You let out a shaky breath, trying to keep up with your thoughts when you felt the hands of sleep trying to catch you.

“Maybe I was just trying to excuse my own darkness,” you sigh, almost in defeat. “Or maybe I just fed yours too much.”

“You gave us your love,” he mumbles against your skin, eyes closed as he breathes in your scent. “Your acceptance, you didn’t feed our darkness baby, you just didn’t see the extent of it.”

—

The silence is suffocating. Yoongi normally appreciates it but in this situation it was unsettling. They’re all in the living room, some pretending to do their own thing, but no one was paying any attention to anything other than you. Yoongi and Namjoon did so blatantly, Yoongi sitting on the couch away from you but his stare is nowhere else. This didn’t break the rules, you didn’t tell him he couldn’t soak you in with his eyes whenever he wanted.

The others were also very obvious with their glances towards you, Jin was dusting the same spot of the living room over and over. Hoseok flipping through the tv channels with Jungkook sitting beside him, the maknae biting his lips in worry with every peek he took, a habit he hadn’t had since he was a teenager. Taehyung and Jimin uncharacteristically played chess but all the pieces were in the wrong places, arbitrarily moving them just to keep appearances so you didn’t call them out.

And Namjoon… the man was staring daggers into your form. Elbow on his thigh, leaning forward, his chin on his thumb, his finger on his face tapping away on his cheekbone impatiently. He was supposed to be going over the papers in his lap, but they were being scrunched in his other hand. Yoongi thought he looked like a bomb about to explode, and he wasn’t wrong.

“That’s it!” Namjoon almost growls as he slams his file down, standing from his seat while everyone stares in shock at his outburst.

He walks towards you, and you meet his glare but refuse to move from the comfort and safety of the tub chair, you don’t even close your book.

“This ‘break’ is over,” he snarls, gestating with his hands trying to find a conduit for his anger. “Do you understand, little love?”

You look up at him with eyes simmering a fire he only ignited, meeting his glare head on.

“I decide when this break is over,” you say calmly, refusing to fight him at his level.

“No.”

“No?” Your brows scrunch in disbelief and anger, there goes your plan to remain calm. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

You throw your book back into the seat as you rise to meet him eye to eye, although he’s still looking down at you.

“I mean…” he breathes gruffly, grazing his hand with yours at your side. “No.”

“You can’t b-“

Your voice is smothered by his lips, his soft touch turning into an iron grip as he pulls you closer, devouring you like a man starved and in his eyes that’s exactly what he was. You push him away, but he doesn’t allow for any space between you.

Even when you’re banging your fist against his chest, unable to breathe, he doesn’t budge. You’re at his mercy, only when he decides he’s had enough (for now), does he pull away.

You look dishevelled almost, breathing hard, your eyes glistening with tears. The sight shouldn’t arouse him but it does.

You have the audacity to childishly wipe his kiss away with the back of your hand, a tough swipe that does nothing to erase the force he handled you with. He chuckles, the sound makes your ears burn, feeling the warmth of shame colour them in.

The others stare with the jaws wide open, fear settling in that this was taking too many steps in the wrong direction. It takes everything not to call you back when you storm away, it takes everything not to follow.

No one says a word, but they all glare accusingly at their leader except Taehyung, who only looks down in shame.

—

“Where do you think you’re going?” Yoongi asks gruffly, sleep still in his voice.

“Out.” You respond bluntly, avoiding his gaze.

“I asked where,” he pushes when you pull Taehyung’s hoodie over your head. You were drowning in the fabric, and he pretended the sight didn’t make him ache for you. The same way you were trying so hard not to let his sleepy state bring down your defences, no matter how cute he looked in the shorts and grey top.

“What does it look like Yoongi,” your head was spinning with too many thoughts and you needed to clear it. “For a run.”

“I’ll come with you,” he says it like an offer but it’s not, you know it’s not.

“No,” you refuse simply, finally meeting his stare. “Send one of your men to keep an eye on me, it's what you did before anyway.”

He’s quiet, observing you for a moment. You hated it when he did that, it was like he could see inside of you and yet, despite that, you felt like he couldn’t understand anything he saw. You break eye contact first, putting on your trainers while he continues to stare. Why couldn’t you read him the same, how could he still get under your skin with his silence even after all this time?

“I’ll send Jungkook,” he says as you open the door. “He’ll keep his distance.”

He doesn’t take the slam as you leave personally, he knows you just need to vent your frustrations, but because you were so isolated- sorry, because they isolated you, you had no one to vent to, no one who was objective to talk to. Physically stretching your mind would maybe do you some good.

“Did you seriously let her go out unsupervised?” Namjoon seethes as he approaches Yoongi, quick to dial one of their men regardless of what nefarious time of the morning it was. The first call goes to voicemail.

Yoongi sighs, he was on his way back to bed, guess not.

“She deserves our trust,” he replies. “And I was about to send Jungkook.”

“It’s not about trust,” Namjoon bites back, another call unanswered, “it’s about safety, or are you forgetting our enemies hunt our weaknesses.”

“Our enemies know if they touch her they’ve signed their own death certificate, no one would dare cross us now, not with the amount of blood we’ve shed,” Yoongi groans in aggravation. “Not to mention you’ve bought out the police Namjoon.”

“But not every policeman, or Captain, or are you forgetting what we did to him?”

“You gave him a warning, he’ll behave,” Yoongi states, ready to leave the conversation but he can’t help himself with what he says next. After Namjoon’s actions last night, he was feeling a little vengeful, even if he didn’t completely mean his words. “We should’ve left him unharmed, we knew she didn’t want us to hurt him.”

The shock in Namjoon’s eyes flashes for a second before they compose themselves to a stare. He puts his phone back in his pocket, maybe Jungkook was the best one to go, you didn’t seem to punish him as harshly as the others.

The silence between the men turns the air cold, their gazes stoic but speaking volumes. Namjoon wouldn’t stand for mutiny or disloyalty, he especially didn’t stand for anyone questioning his decisions.

“He hurt her,” he explains himself patiently, “he wants to take her away from us.”

Yoongi scoffs, a humourless grin on his face as he stares back in ridicule at their leader.

“We hurt her,” he states, eyes blank of emotion, “where’s our bullet to the knees.”

—

If you were being honest with yourself, you hated running, you hated the way each breath burned as it filled your lungs, how each limb could feel like lead, but the pain was better than the thoughts you were trying to clear.

You remember at the police academy, Suho and Kai used to run circles around you, but somewhere along the way your competitiveness got the better of you, and you trained harder than them both. It used to annoy you to hell that they were physically much stronger than you, but those days were some of the best. The three of you were so close, each other’s confidants when things went sour, the two you’d hang out with when a case went wrong. Now who did you have to confide in?

Maybe it’s your conscious or unconscious thoughts making your legs move in a particular direction, but you don’t realise where you’re headed until you see the sign above the door. The breakfast place… where everything went to shit a third time.

You barely glance inside as you run past but the sight of someone familiar makes you double take. Think of the devil and he appears?

His eyes catch yours when you stop in your tracks, he’s sitting at a table alone and the sight of him brings back that day like a breath after being underwater for so long. An apology is at the tip of your tongue, your eyes start to water, you know you have to keep running, if any of them finds you here with him, he’d be dead. You’re about to turn away when he waves at you, a simple smile that didn’t meet his eyes sent your way as he watches the realisation hit you.

His hand was covered in thick bandages, and your stare doesn’t leave them. There’s no thought in your mind as your legs move you into the building, ignoring the waiter's greeting as you walk towards your old Captain with dread.

He shifts in his seat, letting you see the bandages on his leg, around his knee, the crutches resting on the seat next to him. Your eyes are wide with shock before your gaze turns into one of mournful rage. Tears start forming in your eyes as you shake.

The sense of betrayal that overwhelms you has you reaching a hand for the table, gripping the edge tight to steady yourself.

They lied.

They looked you in the eyes and lied. All of them, including Jungkook. You don’t let yourself sob, not when a fire burns any attachment you felt towards them to dust.

You move your gaze from his injuries to his face, his stare never having left you.

“Arrest them,” your voice is hoarse but without a morsel of regret, anger paving the way forward now, filling the loss you felt deep inside of you.

They must’ve thought you were fucking stupid, they must’ve laughed behind your back, humoring you with their acts of trying to change. Fuck, you were a fool, they played you again and again and you just took it every fucking time. There was never going to be any change, and you refused to be their prisoner any longer.

“I’ll be your witness,” you say it with conviction, although a part of you grieves. “I’ll give you all the evidence you need, just send them away.”

Suho doesn’t say a word, and that makes it all so much worse. You can feel something creeping around you, shadows of them that have latched onto you, crawling all over your skin. You wanted rid of this dark energy, you wanted out.

You don’t break his stare, not for a second, you can tell he’s deep in thought, contemplating your resolve, and if he saw a hint of uncertainty in you he would do no such thing. Why would he risk it? They hurt him, they could hurt him again.

He reaches for his phone, and you take a premature breath of relief.

“Make the call,” he commands, handing the device to you.

—

When Yoongi dragged Jungkook out of bed this morning, the maknae had begrudgingly crawled out of the house. His body ran on autopilot when he left to find you, eyes half open, yawning in the morning air. His hoodie pushes his hair to fall in his face but he’s too tired to drag the fabric back.

It wouldn’t take long to find you, he could run circles around you if he wanted but the thought of maybe spending some time with you alone made his legs pick up the pace, a goofy grin on his face as he thought about it.

Yes you were probably mad about Namjoon’s actions yesterday, not that Jungkook blamed him all that much, it was hard to stay away from you, but he was starting to understand your perspective a little more. Especially after the last time you pulled away, and he couldn’t let that happen again, he wouldn’t survive it another time. He wouldn’t blame you if you gave him the cold shoulder, he just hopes you don’t punish him because of Namjoon, deflecting your anger wherever it did damage.

He’d calm you down, he’s sure of it. He’d tell you that what their big bad boss did was wrong and he was on your side, he’d tell you that he loved you and respected you, and it didn’t matter how long you took to forgive them he was sure the relationship would heal.

He’s so lost in thought he doesn’t realise how far he’s travelled, it’s only when there’s still no sight of you his grin begins to fade. He should’ve caught up to you by now, this was the route you normally take, and you knew better than to go another way.

What if… no. You wouldn’t dare leave again, you wouldn’t. Jungkook breaks into a sprint, running every route he can think of, not stopping for a moment even when his lungs and legs burn. He’s looking round like a mad man, but he can’t find you. What if something happened? What if someone got to you or hurt you? Memories flash in his mind to long, long ago when that was almost the case. What if?

Shit. A hand to his pocket tells him he’s left his phone, he couldn’t contact the others to join him. His best decision was to get back to the house asap. Jin would still have the tracker on your phone, they would find you, it was all going to be fine.

The fear that seized his heart was not fooled by such idealistic thoughts, his eyes had seen the true brutality of the world, sometimes caused by his own hands, and now his mind played a myriad of images of his little love in all the situations of pain he caused others. He always wondered if karma would catch him one day, he never thought it would take you.

—

He slams the door open so hard it struggles to stay on the hinges.

“I CAN’T FIND HER!” He yells into the open space of the home with all the air in his lungs.

It doesn’t take long for the hoard to assemble.

“What do you mean you can’t find her?” Jin yells back, reaching for his phone to track you without prompt.

Jungkook doesn’t miss the way Namjoon glares at Yoongi, the shorter man ignoring him.

“She’s probably taken another route,” he says calmly.

“You better hope that’s all,” Namjoon says through gritted teeth.

“What if someone’s got her?” Jimin panics.

“No,” Hoseok shuts that idea down, “everyone knows there is nowhere in Seoul to hide from us.”

“There’s always one idiot that’s willing to try, or have you forgotten the last time someone tried to take her?” Taehyung says heatedly.

“And we know how that ended,” Hoseok growls back.

The bickering among themselves grows in volume, so loud that they almost miss what Jin says.

“What?” It’s Yoongi that dares to ask him to repeat himself, the drumming in his ears drowning the words. He must’ve misheard…

“She’s at the police station,” there’s no mistaking it this time. Jin looks solemnly at Namjoon while all their heads spiral.

“She’s not gone there of her own will,” Yoongi shakes his head in denial, “they’ve arrested her or something.”

Namjoon says eerily quiet, his breathing hard, his jaw clenched.

“Namjoon we own the police,” Hoseok pushes, “make a fucking call see why she’s there.”

“Fuck making a call! I’m going over there,” Jungkook announces, turning back to the front door, but the sight of a police van pulling up at their mansion makes him stop in his tracks.

“Are they dropping her home,” Jimin asks stupidly, unable to comprehend why else they would be there.

The older four men look at eachother knowingly.

“Should we run?” Jin asks, making Taehyung and Jimin whip their heads to stare at him incredulously.

“Why would we run?” Namjoon breaks his silence, “they’ll take us right to her.”

As if on queue a smoke grenade rolls into the room, blasting off within seconds, covering the air. Namjoon almost laughs, they sent the fucking swat team, how ridiculous when they could’ve settled this like gentlemen.

Bodies swarm in, yelling commands and they all fall to their knees as instructed. On any other day, if you were home, these men wouldn’t make it through the door, but Namjoon was right, they were a one way ticket to finding you.

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sweetlyskz · 7 months

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Emerald Gem|| Chapter 1

Paring: OT7! x Fem!Reader

Overview: Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one to talk to but the cows and pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stumble upon your deserted farm, everything changes.

Genre: Hybrid Au, Strangers to lovers, slow burn

unedited*

At dawn, the roosters began to crow. They were your personal alarm clock. By the afternoon, you would have the Vegetables plowed and all the pigs fed. Emerald garden, full of color, would be watered. After all the chores were done, you could spend time on your hobbies. Painting, writing, cooking.

You truly kept yourself busy. But it became boring at times, lonely.

Emerald manor, your beloved home, was built for a family. With a large living room, a generous dining room, and too many bedrooms, it could be overwhelming for you. You liked to think about how you could fill this space, getting married, having a family. But you quickly realized that those things don’t come easy. Tired of the loneliness, you thought about adopting a pet. Maybe a dog to help with the farm?

And one day while you're cleaning the chicken coop you spot a fox about to pounce on one of the chickens.

“Hey!” you exclaim. “Get out of here!”

The fox stopped in its tracks and peered over at you, giving an intimidating glare. Then you realized, that wasn’t a fox.

It’s a person.

“Wait!” you attempted to come closer, but with each step forward, the fox went two steps backward. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”

The fox seemed dubious, cautiously stepping towards you. “F-food, please.” His voice was raspy, sore.

You immediately ran to get some food, coming back to the coop with some leftovers. Maybe this will suffice, you thought. You sat him down on the grass patch next to the chicken's den. You watched him devour the meal, as if he hadn’t eaten anything in weeks. Based on his appearance, he probably hadn’t. His fur coat was dirty and torn. You could see his ribs and his belly rumbled with each bite. “Sorry, miss”, he whispered.

You shook your head. “Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong. I’m Y/n. May I ask your name?”

You could tell he was nervous. Something about your presence made him anxious and fearful. Is he like this with everyone?

“H-Hoseok”, the fox uttered. “But I can’t stay long. My pack is waiting for me.” With a slight struggle, he stumbles back on his two feet. You grab him before he takes off.

“Please wait”, you politely asked. “Let me give you some food to take back to them. Don’t leave yet.”

He paused for a moment, seeming to be pondering over his next steps. “Okay”, he spoke softly. “But don’t be long. They may worry.”

With that, you hurry back into your home, running to the fridge to see what you can scrap up. Hopefully I have enough for all of them, you thought. Maybe you can give them a couple of chickens from the coop.

While carrying plastic wrap covered plates to your garden, you hear a scream coming from the coop. That must be Hoseok. Without haste, you ran to the chicken coops, the food left for the birds. Hovering over Hoseok was what looked like a wolf– well half wolf.

“Back away from him!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, trying to scare off the scary hybrid. He ignored you completely. Suddenly, you gain the courage to step up to it, pushing it off of the fox.

“Are you okay?” You helped him back on his feet, feeling the trembles in his hands. “Did he hurt you?”

“N-no, he would never hurt me”, He stuttered. “You don’t understand.” You looked at him confusingly, then looked at the wolf. He was fuming with anger.

“Y/n, this is my packmate, Joon.”

***

You’re not sure how feeding one hybrid led to having seven hybrids on your couch, but you have no one to blame but yourself.

“You want us to do what?!”

“Live here?” It was really just a random thought that popped in your head. You didn’t give it any thought. And seeing them dirty and hungry on your couch just made you blurt it out. Hoseok seemed thrilled but his Pack alpha, Joon, wasn't too excited.

“You must be out of your mind”, he laughed. “What do you think we are, pets?”

“No, not at all!” You shook your head. Something in the back of your mind tells you that they’ve been burned before, that they’ve been mistreated. You feel sort of sympathetic. Could they not trust anyone? “You guys don’t even have to stay here long. I just want to treat your wounds and offer some food.”

He still seemed doubtful. “Yeah? And what’s in it for you?”

That's the question he's been dying to ask. What about you? You thought about it for a moment. Wouldn’t any human being want to help out someone in need? The answer to that is no. However, maybe they need some good in their lives.

And you could use the company.

“Well, I kind of live here by myself”, You explain. “My parents moved to the city so I don’t see them often, and I don’t have any other family or friends. If I’m being honest, I really just need someone to converse with. And maybe a little help around the house.”

One of the packmates raised his hand, as if asking permission to speak. “We left the other home we were in. They may still be looking for us. We don’t want to put you in any danger.”

“We can figure all that out later”, you promise him. “Right now, you guys just need to wash up and get a proper rest.”

Hoseok turned to Joon, waiting for his response. “Please, Joon. We’ll be good, I promise.”

He glared at you for a second, trying to sense if this was another trap. Maybe she’s genuine, he thought. “Okay, but we won’t stay for long.” You could hear sighs of relief. Even you let out a puff of air, not realizing you were holding your breath.

“Thank you. Thank you so much for trusting me. I know that’s not easy.” You gave them a tour of Emerald farm, showing them their sleeping quarters and where they can wash up. When evening came around, you prepared a feast. Your hybrid guests gobbled down all they could– except Joon. He didn’t eat, probably from fear of being poisoned. Hopefully, one day he’ll trust me, you thought. But for now, all you can do is show them tender care and affection until they believe it.

When it becomes time for everyone to sleep in their rooms, you're left alone in the living room with our thoughts. Maybe some television will clear your mind. You never really use it. Living on a farm left you with plenty of other things to do, but why not? Turning on the television, you flip through the channels until one catches your attention.

Breaking news! Seven dangerous hybrids escaping from a research facility

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rowretro · 4 months

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𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

✧GIFS AND IMAGES DO NOT BELONG TO ME✧

✧warnings: toxic/yandere themes, harassment, violence, stalking and ofc bullying

✧synopsis: Yandere Enhypen as your bullies, they find out a boy likes you and you may like that boy back hence they snapped...

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✧LEE HEESEUNG✧

To think that he would even let the boy to cross paths with you, you must have been stupid. God Heeseung is so in love with you to the extent of wanting all your attention on him. What better way is there to have him under your control is there than to bully you?

You were used to this by now, the slapping, the ripping up your homework, the harsh slut shaming, and the way he made sure you were isolated from everyone. But when he saw you pull out an envelope with a box of your favourite chocolates in your locker, boy was he mad...

Within seconds, the gifts were smacked out of your hand as you found yourself being pinned harshly against the locker, your head felt extremely painful from the impact. "Fuck I know I kept calling you a whore but I expected you NOT to be one Lee y/n." The man seethed through gritted teeth as he yanked your hair back, his other hand sliding underneath your shirt, You were quite taken aback by this rough behaviour and the change in surname.

"You're fucking mine don't you get it at this point?!" Heeseung spat as the girl frowned. "Heeseung- but-" before you can even dare to continue that sentence, he kissed you forcefully, saliva dripping down your jaw as it mixed with your tears and his saliva. "Like it or not you are mine." The man spat lastly

✧PARK JONGSEONG✧

Being such a rich, smart, spoiled son of one of the biggest CEOs in South Korea, Jay always got his way around everything. He was always cocky and he loved how little everyone looked around him. His eyes then landed on you. The most innocent, pure looking sweetheart. Since the day he laid eyes on you he knew you were his. Hence he did everything to keep you to yourself.

It started off accidentally. He wanted to be nice but he accidentally pulled her hair. Seeing how she yelped, tearing up a little, he fell in deeper love with the sight. Since then he continuously yanks her hair, says hurtful things and embarrasses you every chance he gets. Recently, Jay caught sight of a boy and you. His blood boiling at the sight of you two giggling together.

He was extremely pissed off dragging you away from the male, and to his car despite your cries and protests, he simply pushed you in, cuffing you to the side as he got into the driver's seat. "JAY- WHAT THE HECK?!" You finally screamed as he started driving. "Sorry pretty baby... Have to take you to your new home, it seems you're forgetting who you belong to..." He trailed off with a smirk.

✧SIM JAEYUN✧

Jake wasn't known for being violent or rude, but he was pretty popular among the girls. However, he only had his interest in one woman. You. Every time you'd walk past he'd smack or grope you. The male loves getting you into detention where you'll be stuck with him alone.

Recently, you had been coming to school feeling a little happier despite his antics, which Jake obviously found suspicious. The man stalked you home, only to see Haruto, one of the boys in your class, walking with you. Jake scoffed to himself, smirking as he walked to his home.

The next morning, you were met with Jake's car parked at the entrance of your home. the man yanked you in driving you to his place. Jake pulled you out, dragging you to the basement where he chained you up against the wall. "Welcome to your new home darling... Of course your room is much prettier but for you to see that Why for now..." Jake trailed off, fiddling with his knife. "you deserve a punishment for being such a slut." He darkly said.

✧PARK SUNGHOON✧

Park Sunghoon was equally as intimidating as he is pretty, girls swoon over him on a daily basis, but will never approach him. Why would they when anyone he touches ends up dead... except for you. The only girl he has spared. Sunghoon hated people so much, he loved to kill for a living, and no one dared to take action for He was the very son of an extremely dangerous mafia boss.

Sunghoon however felt something different when he met you... for the first time in his life he experienced love and only one woman can give him that... you. So he did everything and anything to get your attention, he loved seeing you cry and scream and beg just for him. Heck when he saw that boy ask you out... the boy died on the spot.

Sunghoon yanked you to an empty classroom slamming you against the table as he slapped you. "FUCKING SMILLING AT THAT BASTARD?! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU ACCEPT THAT SHITTY BOQUET WHEN IM HERE WITH EVERYTHING A WOMAN NEEDS?!" Sunghoon yelled, yanking her hair as he kissed her, his fangs stabbing her lips as he kissed her so painfully. "You're fucking mine hmm? everything you do is for me." he mumbled, as he stroked her cheek.

✧KIM SUNOO✧

The boy is pretty sassy, everyone knows that. However people weren't to fond of talking to him after seeing how he treats you. Sure he runs his mouth spitting vulgar, heart breaking words at you, but he always follows it up with some violence. But can you blame him?He's obsessed with you, god the way you whimper and cry, how cute you looked when putting ur arms out, trying to stop him.

Like those cute little hands can do anything to stop him from throwing a chair at you. Oh but you really crossed the line when you smiled with Jaemin. The senior who obviously has a thing for you. Sunoo beat the living shit out of Jaemin, before carrying you away. You tried to kick and punch, but you couldn't get him to budge. He threw you on the floor of his living room as he took off his belt.

The man showed no mercy as he continuously belted you, his eyes bloodshot with anger "HOW. FUCKING. DARE. YOU." He yelled between the hits. He threw his belt away, as you snuggled into the sofa, hugging your knees as Sunoo breathed heavily. He suddenly knelt down before you, grabbing your jaw to make you face him "Oh no sweetheart im sorry, I know it hurt put I had to punish you sweetheart... you need to know you're mine hmm?" He asked, oh so sweetly...

✧YANG JUNGWON✧

Jungwon is crazy in love with you, but he couldn't just show it.... he can't be seen as weak to you. Instead, he expressed his undying love by embarrassing you in front of students, making you cry with his words. He loves it, Now he knows you cry and scream just because of him...

Jungwon frowned when he saw Choi Yeonjun check you out, clearly having something for you. He didn't even fail to notice How you smiled at him too. Bad move. Bad bad move. How dare you fall for someone like that when he's there waiting for you?! He could deal with Yeonjun later. Right now... he needed to put you in your place.

As you walked into the locker room, to put you books in your locker, you suddenly get slammed against the locker, the sound of the room door locking evidently heard. The man turned you around so you could face him, his eyes piercing into yours as he grabbed your jaw "What?... expecting Yeonjun?!" He asked, bitterly as you frowned. Jungwon forced his lips onto yours, kissing you extremely roughly before pulling away and slapping you painfully. "You're fucking mine dont you dare look at other men... you do not want to know what im capable of darling..." he trailed off.

✧NISHIMURA RIKI✧

Riki was pretty young, youngest in his friendship group, often being babied, but he hated that hence he always wore that cold façade. It was no surprise he was cold to you too, except... he still always put his attention on you. Whether its tripping you over, accusing you of random shit and slapping you ever so painfully, yanking your hair and forcefully kissing you out of the blue.

You hated it. You hated him. But Riki was madly in love with you. That's why he continuously tortured you. That's also why you saw him stabbing an already dead Sungchan who was flirting with you by the lockers. Riki was covered in blood, his psychotic blank eyes now landing on yours. "Awww sweetheart did I scare you?..." He taunted, chuckling as he smeared the blood on your cheek.

Oh how cute you looked being so scared of him, the way you fainted there and then, falling in his arms. Riki smirked, kissing you all over "Finally mine, all mine princess... you're right in my arms where I need you... where you belong and be safe my darling..." Riki smirked, carrying you to his home.

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boyfiejay · 5 months

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Enhypen : When you wear their clothes

Warnings : All of them are written as lovesick, kisses, size difference mentioned

Author notes : I think I'm falling in love with these OT7 reactions more that actuals fic. They're so much more easier tbh.

Heeseung

• He tries to be cool trust me HE DOES TRY.

• But you just look so cute basically drowning in his clothes with the sweater paws and all.

• He never used to think of himself as huge or something but you wearing his clothes suddenly made him aware of the height and proportional difference between you both.

• Purposefully gives you clothes that are oversized for him, they just make you look even cuter if that's even possible.

• You're a cutie patootie and he's whipped.

Jay

• This man, I genuinely believe he doesn't like to share clothes.

• Reluctantly once gave you his clothes and now he can't get over how you look in them.

• He always loved styling you but now his cuteness aggression went one step higher.

• He has the cutest smile while looking at you minding your business in his clothes, he just can't get enough.

• Sprays his cologne on his clothes before giving them because he knows you love it.

Jake

• The embodiment of happiness when you ask for his clothes.

• He always knew you would look cute in his clothes but you managed to fluster him still.

• Because what do you mean the first piece of clothing you worn of his was a plain white shirt (he's dying atp).

• If he had a tail it would be wagging non stop whenever you wore his clothes.

• The type to buy clothes for himself only for them to end up in your closet.

Sunghoon

• Another one who doesn't like to share clothes but he folds the moment you ask him.

• He tries to act all nonchalant but he just wants to squeeze you (affectionately).

• He thinks he's doing a good job but his grin is saying otherwise.

• Loves spoiling you and knowing how much you love his clothes, he's gifting you his entire closet.

• Gives you a hoodie with his initials on it ( He can't help being possessive like LOOK AT YOU! ).

Sunoo

• He has an entire collection of clothes that he's giving you even before you ask.

• Unlike the others he doesn't stop gushing about how cute you look.

• He knows what looks good on you better than yourself and gives you very specific clothes.

• But if you ask for something else he's giving it to you, no question asked.

• Never ever asks them back, says it was meant for you (you don't know how much I love him >_< ).

Jungwon

• He loves it when you ask for his clothes and how you look in them.

• Honestly thought he wouldn't be the lovesick type but you proved him wrong.

• He has such a highschool girl reaction when you wear his clothes. Giggling in his sweater paws, kicking his feet and all 😭.

• His clothes are already oversized and you look like a toddler in them, but he loves the height difference.

• Kisses you a lot more often and loves your caught off guard reaction

Ni-ki

• He thinks he's tough and all and is proven wrong the moment you give him those doe eyes and ask for his clothes.

• He just goes red when he sees you in his clothes. Like stuttering and avoiding your eye kind of shy.

• There is a noticeable (but not awkward) height difference between you both and he loves to tease you about it, but he always found it cute.

• His hoodies are oversized and they almost reach your knees.

• He acts the opposite but he is so down bad for you, it's almost cringy.

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strawberrynull · 2 months

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──౨ৎ ˙❄ ̟ first snow (enha ver.)

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | ot7

──Pairing: enha ot7 x reader

──Genre: fluff, scenarios, imagines

──Synopsis: You are outside with enhypen when it suddenly begins snowing- the first snow of the winter season. In Korea, there is a superstition that whoever you are with on the first snow is your soulmate

──A/N: guys I love winter so much. It's my favorite season. Also I have a draft that I dunno if I wanna post or not...

(This story was written with @sharksandminhos - please go follow!)

이희승 | Heeseung

“Ahh this is why I tell you to bring gloves.” Heeseung sucks his teeth as he takes his gloves off and reaches for your hands, which are icy to the touch. This wasn't the first time you had forgotten your gloves. No, this had to have been at least the 20th time. Truth be told, it was on purpose too.

Whenever you would forget your gloves, you hoped that your boyfriend would take your hands in his. Most of the time he would just hand you his pair of gloves instead.

Heeseung carefully slipped his gloves over your cold hands. You let out a huff and cross your arms in annoyance.

“What?” He feigns ignorance, scrunching his eyebrows together. "I always tell you to bring gloves but you don't even when it's snowing."

"Seungie, you wouldn't understand-"

"It's the first snow though so I'll let it slide this time." He sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets. Before you can even ask what he meant, he began explaining. "They say that if you're with someone on the first snow, that person is your soulmate."

He then grabbed your hands, gaze not leaving your lively features. "I know you've been forgetting your gloves on purpose. It's not hard to miss." Heeseung chuckles. He studies your fingers, playing with the cute silver rings that adorned them before intertwining his hands with yours. You look down at your interlocked hands then up at him through your eyelashes with big doe like eyes. The white snowflakes sat on top of your slightly windblown hair, nose red from the chilly winter air.

“It's really cute, but you don’t have to freeze yourself to get me to hold your hand. I will take it upon myself to hold your hand in every walk we take, whether it’s 100 degrees outside or negative 15 degrees.”

박종성 | Jongseong

You and Jay had gone to the grocery store to get ingredients for dinner that obviously Jay would be cooking. While walking back home along the sidewalk, a tiny fleck of snow dropped onto your cheek causing you to flinch slightly. You pressed your hand to your cheek, using your other hand to tug at his sleeve.

"Hey Jay, look," He stopped walking and turned to look at you. "It's snowing!" You said excitedly. Jay gave a loving smile.

"That's great. We better get home before we get stuck in the snow though." He chuckled before continuing to walk.

"It's the first snow."

"Yeah, I suppose it is." He nodded. You huffed at his ignorance.

"Jayyyyyyy," you pouted. Jay turned to you with a look of confusion. "The person you're with on the first snow is your soulmate."

Jay just laughed. You furrowed your brows and crossed your arms. "So that's why you were acting like this?" He stood in front of you, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. He leaned down just inches from your face. You closed your eyes, feeling Jays lips lightly press onto yours. "Then I'm glad I'm here with you."

심재윤 | Jaeyun

Jake had been rambling on and on about Pokemon for the past 15 minutes. You two were hanging out at the park, as per usual. It was too cold for little kids to want to play outside so the playground was empty besides you and your boyfriend. The swing set squeaked as you swung side by side.

"And I was trying to catch this stupid Tyranitar but-" suddenly Jake went quiet.

You turned to him, dropping your smile. "Jakey you didn't finish your sentence."

"Baby, look!" he gasped, eyes widening. He jumped from the swing and pointed into the air. "It's snowing!"

"Is it really?" You asked, also getting up off your swing. You cupped your hand in front of your mouth and blew warm air into your palms, attempting to warm yourself up a bit.

"I'm serious. It's snowing, it's snowing!" He yelled, jumping up and down while flailing his arms around like a child. "Can we make a snowman? Pleaseeeeee, pretty pleaseeee?"

A giggle escaped your lips as Jake grabbed your hands with excitement, smiling brightly with his signature smile.

"Jake, there is definitely not enough snow to make a snowman right now." He gives a small 'aww' before pouting. You chuckle softly at his cuteness. "It's okay. You know why? Because today is the first snow, and I'm here with you and only you."

He tilts his head in confusion for a moment before his eyes widen and his mouth forms a small 'oh.' A smirk quickly spreads across his face as he comes closer to you, snaking his hands around your waist. He begins to quickly litter kisses all over your face as you stifle out laughs.

"You have no idea how happy I am to be your soulmate."

박성훈 | Sunghoon

Snow had begun to fall as the two of you walked on the sidewalk, passing building after building. This was the perfect opportunity for you to call him the nickname he hated.

"Hey ice prince," you coo. The nickname made him stop in his tracks and turn to you, rolling his eyes. Just the reaction you wanted.

"What is it now?" He huffed.

You immediately scrunched your nose. You dropped his hand, sighing dramatically. "Geez you're so mean to me." You stuck your bottom lip out forming a cute small pout.

"F-fine, I'm sorry." he stuttered quickly. Sunghoon picked your hands back up, slightly panicking. "What's up, angel?" He asked, squeezing your hand gently.

"It's snowing, see?" you explained, hoping to tease him some more. To your dismay, he came back with a comment of his own to tease you with.

"You know, they say that whoever you're with when it snows for the first time will be your soulmate." He smirked, leaning down just mere centimeters from your face. You could feel his breath on your cold face as it made white clouds in the frigid air. He cupped your cheek in his cold large hand. You clamped your eyes shut as Sunghoons lips ghosted against your own.

"Does that make you my ice princess?"

김선우 | Sunoo

You cover your face shyly as Sunoo captures another picture of you on his phone. It had suddenly started snowing while you guys were walking around Hongdae to go shopping together. "Ah don't cover your face! The pictures are better when I can actually see you." You giggle and shake your head before running up to him to look at the said pictures. "Oh those actually aren't bad." You say sighing in content then looking up at Sunoo. He looked just as breathtaking in the snow. You bring your hand up to run your icy fingers through his dark brown locks. The snowflakes that had settled on top of his hair fall as you do so. "You know I should take some pictures of you too. You look really pretty right now" Sunoo's face breaks out into an ear to ear smile and can't help but laugh at the comment. "No stoppppp~ you're the pretty one here!" He says wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him. When you open your mouth to protest some more, he beats you to it. "They say that whoever you're with during the first snow is your soulmate~" He wiggles his eyebrows as you look at him wide eyed, your cheeks coming to be a deeper shade of red, and not from the cold. When he starts to laugh even more you hit his arm. "Yaaaa- nobody says that." you pout and roll your eyes. Sunoo shakes his head, insisting that it's true. When you keep denying it he grabs your hands, pulling you close to him. "They do. I'm serious, angel." Sunoo kisses the tip of your peachy nose and smiles down at you with lovestruck eyes. "And there's nobody i'd rather be with than you." You giggle and bury your face in his chest before begging to take pictures of him in the snow.

양정원 | Jungwon

As soon as the cold white flake hit your cheek, your face lit up in excitement. You watched as the air around Seoul turned pale from the falling snow. "Ya Jungwon-ah! It's snowing look!" You lift your palms up and spin around, making Jungwon chuckle. He wraps his hands around your waist and kisses the corner of your mouth lovingly and looks you in the eye. "What happened to calling me Wonnie?" He says playfully pouting. Your eyes widen and you immediately shake your head, some of the icy specks flying off the top. At this point, your boyfriend preferred his cute nickname over his real name. Only you could call him Wonnie. "I'm sorry... Wonnie." You smile innocently. Jungwon pecks your lips once and smiles at you. You can't help but find him adorable- with the way his nose is a rosy shade of red because of the frigid weather, and his hair slightly messy from the chilly evening breeze. "How could I be mad knowing you're the angel I was destined to be with?" You eyebrows first furrow in confusion, but then shoot up with realization. "Oh! I am!" You jump up and wrap your arms around his shoulders to bring him in for a nice, warm hug.

"You don't realize how happy you make me." Jungwon whispers, sighing into your comforting embrace.

니키 | Niki

Snow was falling gently as you and Niki stood outside on his apartment balcony. You had a beautiful view of the city. All the buildings covered in white fluffy snow was a sight to see.

You hadn't planned for it to snow when you were going to your boyfriends house. So now you were outside in thin pants and a long sleeve shirt with the majority of the front cut out.

"Please just take my coat and scarf." He pleaded, taking off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders. "You've gotta be freezing cold."

"Niki you're literally in short sleeves and jeans." You deadpanned, trying to shrug off his jacket. You knew he wouldn't give up that easily though. He had insisted you wear his jacket at least 5 times now. "You're gonna be colder than me. I'll be fine."

"I'm not cold." He lied, attempting to appear as if he wasn't shaking. He took off his scarf- the cold air hitting his bare neck, sending a chill down his spine.

"Yes you are. Baby I can see you shivering." You held up your hands to prevent him from giving you his gray and black scarf.

"I'm not cold." He insisted again, eventually wrapping his scarf carefully around your neck after you stopped putting up a fight.

You watched as Niki shook from the cold, teeth chattering occasionally. He would try to descretely rub his hands together. The prominent goosebumps on his arms made you pout at how selfless and kindhearted he was, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

"... Come here." put his jacket back on his shoulders and stand in front of him. He slides his arms through the sleeves and snakes his arms around your waist. You carefully wrap the fluffy scarf around both your necks, forcing you two to be close.

"Did you know that today is the first snow?" you ask, barely above a whisper. Niki can't help staring at your lips as you speak. "That means we're soulmates, Niki."

Niki stumbles to form a coherent sentence. Instead he decides to place his lips on yours, squeezing your waist gently. The kiss lingers for a moment, before Niki pulls away, quickly dropping his head in your shoulder to hide his obvious blush.

"Good."

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라이즈 𐙚 FIRST KISS ﹗

genre fluff 𖹭 warning kisses pairing — OT7 x fem reader | bookshelf .

— your first kiss with them.

and here you were, sitting in front of your best friend, who you had known for four years, sharing a kiss. this it wasn't planned, this took you by surprise. the sun barely came through the curtains illuminating him, and his hand on your cheek sent shivers down your spine. a tender and slow kiss, along with his hands delicately caressing your face. he kissed you so full of love that your heart raced. “i'm sorry” was the first thing he said, resting his forehead against yours, with his eyes still closed. your breathing was fast, and you could see how his pupils widened when he opened his dark eyes. “i like you” he whispered, his lips inches from yours. a smile appeared on your face, and you immediately hugged him around the waist, keeping your faces together. “i like you too, silly.”

𐙚 SHOTARO

𐙚 EUNSEOK

the bottle spun in front of you, and you mentally cursed seunghan, who was the one who had dared you to spin it a few seconds ago. the people in the circle watched the object spin with attention. until it stopped, and you were a little afraid to look up because when you did so, you met those big eyes that made your heart race. of course, it had to be eunseok, lucky you. you died of shame when you had to get close to his face, under the laughter of the people and under his gaze. he looked at you expectantly— you missed that mini smirk on his face. his hand went firmly to the back of your neck, bringing you closer to his lips, taking control. his movements were slow and even somewhat romantic. they left your mind blank, and the butterflies fluttered everywhere.

𐙚 SUNGCHAN

sungchan's hand, now your boyfriend, has big hands compared to yours, and that's why one of the things he likes to do the most is hold it and brag about it. and that's what you're doing while walking through a cherry tree park, holding hands. your relationship had started just a few weeks ago, so you two still hadn't had the chance to kiss, until this moment, when sungchan took advantage of having pulled a petal out of your hair and captured your lips instantly, in a way so sweet and delicate that it made you almost melt. “i like you so much” he whispered with his hand on your cheek.

𐙚 WONBIN

you had met wonbin on an outing to a small local band gig you went to with your friends. the way his hands slid over the strings of his guitar and his passion for it caught your attention immediately, and he noticed you in the crowd at the small recital. so when he finished, he approached you and invited you to dinner, and after the knowing smiles and pushes of your friends, you accepted. maybe it was because of the alcohol that you kissed him goodbye. burying your hands in his hair, and his hands hesitated to rest on your waist, but finally, he ended up doing so, along with his lips that moved against yours in a slow and intoxicating way. then when he dropped you off at your house, he promised to take you on another date.

𐙚 SEUNGHAN

you couldn't believe you were playing this. you didn't even know how you had ended up in this situation, passing paper mouths to mouths? yes, that strange game. but there you were, in a circle of people laughing and with glasses of alcohol in their hands. the boy next to you and the friend of the host, seunghan, was currently trying to pass the paper to your mouth. you could hear the giggles of the other people, but you only concentrated on the paper not falling, but from one moment to the another, it ended up falling, causing both of you to kiss, although neither of you moved away. it was a casual and somewhat clumsy kiss.

𐙚 SOHEE

you were writhing with laughter underneath sohee because his hands were tickling your ribs and stomach. you asked him to stop while you tried to grab his wrists, but he didn't stop. “sohee, go away!” you also tried to tickle him but to no avail. his body still on top of yours, while he also laughed and continued torturing you, but then he stopped and you looked into each other's eyes, with heavy breathing from laughing so much, they mixing together. until he slowly leaned over and placed his lips on yours, something that took you a little by surprise. his movements were somewhat desperate against your lips, but he knew what he was doing. his hands still on your waist and hips while you grabbed his cheeks. “i think your face is red” he mocked you as he pulled away, to look at your face, so you slapped his shoulder before hiding your face in your hands.

𐙚 ANTON

you saw anton's back, or rather the gaming chair, while you were sitting on his bed with your arms crossed. he was playing entertainingly on his computer without paying attention to you. i mean, you call your best friend to hang out, and all you do is ignore her? “hey, you” you called with a frown as you stood next to him. he just hummed without turning to look at you. you bit the inside of your cheek, thinking about something and looking at his face from your position, so you approached his face and gave him a peck on the lips. instantly, he stopped moving his hands. he turned his head slowly, looking at you with his eyes open and his mouth barely open. you laughed in his face and then returned to your original spot. he turned his chair around, following you with his gaze, still in shock. well, now he was definitely paying attention to you.

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hanlimz · 3 months

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peeling oranges. | enha ot7

synopsis: asking enha the “would u peel an orange for me” question pairing: enha ot7 x gn!reader genre/warnings: fluff! / potentially ooc enha, i just wanted to write soft, (potentially) unrealistic love hahaha a/n: something small while school is still moving slowly! enjoy :))))) / sunki’s texts r my faves!!!

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wwbtsdty · 1 year

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Set My Soul On Fire [5] | 18+

Rating: 18+

Genre: idol!au, smut, angst, fluff

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Namjoon x Reader

Status: Ongoing

Word Count: 4.3k

Author’s Note: Yay, I’ve reached 500 followers! In honor of that, please enjoy the next chapter of Set my Soul on Fire! Thank you!!!!

Yes lots happening in this chapter, lots that will be touched on in later chapters.

This is all fictional.

“We should stop.” You moaned, your voice sounding not the least bit convincing as Namjoon littered the tops of your breasts with soft kisses, he didn’t even bother to look up at your comment.

“We should.” He hummed, the vibration sending a shiver straight through your body. His fingers deftly pulling down one cup then the other of your bra allowing your breasts to spill out. He paused, eyes glued to your bare breasts as he let out a deep groan, thumbs grazing the underside of your breasts as he took in the site.

Your flushed under his gaze, feeling suddenly shy as he stared at your bare breasts. He quickly stopped your hands as they moved to cover yourself, “Don’t hide from me love. You’re absolutely fucking breathtaking.”

His comments only caused more blood to rush to your face as you looked away from his intimidating stare. Your last boyfriend was so long ago you could barely remember how to felt to be intimate with someone. Mel had tried to convince you to at least enjoy some one night stands, but that was never you. Sex with no feelings involved, with complete strangers... it just never appealed to you. It was hard enough to be vulnerable to someone you had feelings for, let alone a stranger.

He cupped your breasts, admiring the way you perfectly fit his large hands. Leaning down to take a pert nipple between his lips, his tongue swirling teasingly around the hardened bud before biting lightly. His hand moving to the other and beginning to lightly twist and pull on your nipple

“Namjoon!” Your fingers dug into his shoulders at the sudden jolt of pleasure. Funny, you’d always thought you just weren't sensitive when it came to your breasts, when other men had tried you ended up having to fake comments here and there like, ‘oh that feels so good’. Turns out maybe you just never had the right partner.

The dim interior of the van suddenly lit up as a phone vibrated to life nearby causing Namjoon to groan. He ignored the phone in favor of switching his attention to your other breast, sucking gently on the your nipple. His hand snaking around your waist to grab a handful of your ass, pressing you down against his growing bulge as he thrust against your core. You let out a quiet moan, he quickly responded with one of his own, grinding his hips up into you once more.

The phone rang yet again causing Namjoon to pause in his actions, removing his lips from your breasts with a pop as he laid his head against your frantically beating heart. He seemed to contemplate something before finally picking up the phone angrily, “WHAT??”

You startled at the sound of his livid voice, stilling like a deer in headlights as you watched that all too familiar jut of his chin appear. Something about him all hot and bothered sent a tingle coursing through your body turning you on even more.

“Sorry to interrupt your date, but you’re needed back at the dorm… now.” Yoongi sounded on edge about something, it had Namjoon quickly snapping back to reality.

“We’re already here, we’ll be up in a minute.” With that he hung up and threw the phone across the seat. His hand returned to your waist, massaging gently as he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your neck sucking the skin into his mouth. He pulled back moments later to admire his work, a dark purple spot marring your neck now marking you as his.

He looked up at you apologetically, a mischievous look crossing his face, “Sorry love, looks like we’ll have to stop here for now.”

Your eyes widened as reality came crashing down, you practically fell off his lap in your haste to redo your bra and make yourself presentable again. Once the haze of desire had lifted you realized exactly what mortifying position you had found yourself in, breasts bare, grinding yourself down on his lap.

You can honestly say you have no idea what came over you. Blame it on the adrenaline of what had happened. You had felt so safe in his arms, then the next thing you knew you were in his lap.

Jesus Y/N, did you have any morals whatsoever. First it was Jungkook, then Taehyung and now Namjoon?! What happened to taking things slow and getting to know each other. Why couldn’t you just keep your hands to yourself.

Namjoon frowned beside you as your thoughts came crashing down, just as he was about to reach for you and comfort you, tell you this was perfectly normal, his phone rang yet again.

“We’re coming!!”

“How does this keep happening?!?” Jungkook shouting was the first sound you were greeted with as you opened the door. All the members were there, along with their manager and Mr. Bang.

Jungkook was pacing the floor as Jimin seemed to be trying and failing to calm him down, the rest of them didn’t appear to be handling whatever was going on much better.

Hobi greeted you as you entered, a fake smile plastered on his face as he threw an arm around your shoulder guiding you to sit in front of Mr. Bang.

Jungkook immediately sat in the space next to you, taking your hand to calm his racing nerves. He immediately felt calmer having you in his presence, seeing that you were safe with them where they could protect you.

“Okay, you guys are officially freaking me out.” You finally spoke up, looking around at the various expressions on their faces. You may have only know them a short while, but it was enough to know something was wrong.

“Namjoon, please take a seat.” Their manager spoke up as Mr. Bang pulled out his laptop sliding it around and opening it for us to see.

Right there plastered across some Korean site you couldn’t read, unfortunately your understanding of Korean only went as far as your soul flames, was you... smiling, laughing, oblivious to the camera’s as you walked around the museum with Namjoon. Of course you couldn’t tell it was Namjoon, wearing a hat and mask it could be anyone.

Namjoon exploded, “We just left the fucking museum! When did they post that?!” He exclaimed, jumping up from his seat as he stared down at the laptop as if he might throw it against the wall at any moment. You could practically see the anger radiating off his body.

Mr. Bang sighed, closing the laptop lid, “We aren’t sure, what we do know is someone has been doing some digging around this past month when all seemed quiet. We thought we had everything taken care of after the concert. It seemed like the story we gave was accepted and no further news had come from it--We were wrong. I’m so very sorry Y/N—,” He paused, seeming hesitant to continue, “Your name was also revealed in the article.”

The room went deathly silent.

Your fingers grasped desperately at the couch below you as the room suddenly started spinning before your very eyes. The voices around you fading away until all you could hear was your frantically beating heart.

They knew your name.

They knew your face.

“Take a breathe Y/N” Hobi shook your shoulders lightly having felt you go stiff beside him. Everyone else too busy currently having a screaming match with Mr. Bang about the situation to take notice. Their feelings so strong they had yet to feel the anxiety attack looming in their soul flame.

What if they found out where you lived... where your mom lived...

Your breathing became labored as you thought of every possible worst case scenario, your anxiety swiftly spiraling out of control.

“From the looks of the article they don’t seem to know who she was with at the museum, that's a positive. If they had been able to identify Namjoon this would be a totally different conversation.” Mr. Bang cleared his throat, trying to placate the members.

“Well great, isn't that just fucking perfect. We’re safe, but oh by the way, Y/N is now being targeted.” Jungkook spit out, glaring angrily at Mr. Bang as he threw his hands up in the air.

“Jungkook.” Namjoon having finally calmed down, placed a hand on Jungkook’s chest, his gaze willing him to settle down. “None of this is helping, let’s focus on finding a solution to the problem first.”

“Uh, guys...?” Taehyung spoke up from your feet having moved to kneel in front of you. He had finally felt your anxiety come crashing through his own thoughts, racing to your side to take in your face devoid of color.

Namjoon and Jungkook swung around at his worried voice, noticing both Taehyung and Hobi cradling either of your hands as your eyes stared sightless ahead of you.

“Shit!” Jungkook exclaimed, “Y/N!” Namjoon collapsed at your side, placing his hand on your knee as he tried to gain your attention.”Look at me Y/N..”

“Everything’s okay, everything’s going to be fine.” Jungkook spoke softly, running his fingers soothingly through your hair.

Jimin watched from behind Namjoon as they dotted lovingly on you, trying to calm down your frayed nerves. He felt compelled to touch you as well, to wipe away the tears he saw now falling down your cheeks. Instead he stood rooted in place, fists clenched at his side to keep from reaching out to you. At what point had he started to feel like an outsider? All his own insecurities rearing their ugly heads... you're fat, you’re ugly, how could anyone love you, she couldn’t love you.

Namjoon reached over oblivious to Jimin's presence behind him, placing his hand on your chest as he grabbed your hand placing it atop his own chest. “Come on Y/N.. breathe with me.”

You focused on the slow rising of Namjoon’s chest then, willing your lungs to cooperate. Taehyung’s face at your feet slowly came into view as the darkness crowding your vision started to fade.

“Good girl, that's it... we’re here love.” Namjoon’s deep voice broke through your consciousness as you happened a glance to him beside you. You hadn’t even noticed them crowding around you, trying to maintain consciousness through your spiraling anxiety attack.

Hands suddenly cupped your face, pulling your gaze from Namjoon to your other side to stare directly into Jungkook’s big doe eyes, “You scared the shit out of me.” His voice quaked as his thumbs moved to wipe the tears from your cheeks you hadn’t realized you shed.

Jungkook leaned down kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose before placing a soft kiss to your lips. “Please don’t do that again.” He sighed, pressing his forehead against yours as he stared deeply into your eyes.

“No promises..” You smiled sadly as your heart broke at the fear etched in his eyes.

Your mother had always told you you'd looked like you'd seen a ghost or something during your panic attacks. You’d turn white, start shaking, sweating. The first time it had happened she took you straight to the emergency room having not known what to do.

Once you’d sufficiently calmed down they ushered you into your room and tucked you into bed insisting that you leave everything to them. You knew they didn’t want you to worry more than you already were, but a part of you felt worthless at not being able to help them devise a plan.

“We’ll fill you in on all the details later, for now just rest.. please?” Namjoon begged, running his fingers through your hair soothingly before turning to leave.

It was several hours later when you finally awoke, if the darkened skies were any indication. Your phone chimed waking you from your deep sleep. You drowsily reached for your phone to check the notifications. What you read had all the color draining from your face...

Stay the fuck away from BTS or else.

The phone slipped from your fingers falling to the floor as you sat frozen.

Suddenly the door crashed open, Jungkook barreling into the room as he felt your sudden fear. You fumbled from the bed, reaching for the phone before he had a chance to see the message.

“Whats wrong?!” He asked, Namjoon, Taehyung and Jimin fast on his heels as they glanced around the room for an intruder or something.

You clutched the phone to your chest, trying to silence the thoughts racing in your head so they didn’t find our about the threatening text, “Nothing! I uh--... I just had a nightmare that’s all.” You quickly made up a story to placate them, not wanting to make them anymore nervous than they already were with the situation at present.

“Oh..” Jungkook laughed, “I thought maybe you were having another panic attack.. or something.” They all visibly relaxed at the news.

“Well, now that your awake... you want to come out and we’ll fill you in on the plan going forward? Jin made some food for us earlier too, he left you a plate for when you got up.” You smiled at the prospect of food, your stomach growling in response.

Out in the living room you noticed everyone else had left at some point, leaving you and your soul flames alone once again. The members chatted animatedly amongst themselves as you filled your belly, Jungkook and Taehyung up to their usual hijinks.

Once you had finished and Jungkook cleared away the dishes, you all came to sit on the couches. “So..” Namjoon spoke up, “Obviously this situation isn’t ideal. We’re all beyond sorry that you were exposed, we all agreed we should have been more careful, made you wear a mask and hat. Going forward we will make sure you’re properly disguised. Also we will have to take bodyguards with us whenever we leave the dorm for safety. Even disguised, we don’t want to take the risk of anything happening.”

“Even though I can obviously protect you myself..” Jungkook mumbled under his breathe making you laugh.

“Yes, Yes... we know muscle bunny.” Taehyung laughed putting him in a head lock, Jungkook lightly jabbed him in the ribs causing him to release him.

“Our team has already had the article taken down, as well as any other related articles released. We’re just going to have to see if any repercussions come from it being up for the time is was. Since that article will make it extremely difficult to spend time outside together, our manager came up with the idea of spending the next week or so at our property that was built for In The Soop, give the public time to forget about everything and possibly focus on another story.”

Your eyes lit up at the prospect of spending time at the sprawling estate you had seen in the show. You had dreamt about spending time their since binge watching the second season, like any other ARMY had I’m sure. Now given the opportunity to escape reality back here you couldn’t help but jump at the chance.

“Yes!” You squealed before he even finished his sentence, everyone jumped at your enthusiastic response. Suddenly two arms wrapped around you swinging you into the air, you could tell by the tattoos it was Jungkook.

“Yay! We’re going to have so much fun! I’m gonna bring Bam, I just know your going to love him! We can go swimming, and play volleyball, and barbecue--” He rambled on as the others laughed at his antics, ever the maknae.

“Well then, it’s decided.” Namjoon clapped, “We’ll leave first thing in the morning!”

Everyone hurried back to their rooms to ready their bags, luckily you hadn’t unpacked much having just arrived a few days ago so there wasn’t much packing you had to do. Instead you sat on your bed, staring intently at the message on your phone you had momentarily forgotten about.

You chewed your bottom lip nervously, you really didn’t want to worry the members any more than they already were. It was probably nothing, right? Sure they somehow had gotten ahold of your phone number.. that didn’t mean they could find you. It was probably just an aimless threat, trying to scare you away. For once in your life you had to start standing your ground, you couldn’t let a few text messages keep you from your soul flames.

The next morning the five of you had gathered in the garage downstairs, two cars were waiting for you. You watched as numerous pieces of luggage were shoved into the trunks and back seats leaving only the front seats open. You only had one piece of luggage, what the hell were they bringing?!

“Groceries for the week, along with some other stuff to keep us occupied.” Namjoon answered making you wonder if you had spoken aloud.

“Alright, Jungkook, me and Taehyung will ride in this car.. You and Jimin can take the other car.” You froze glancing at the car where Jimin was already adjusting the drivers seat. You were going to be alone with him for the entire ride?

Out of all your Soul Flames Jimin seemed to have the most affect on you... which scared the shit out you. You weren’t sure if it was from your attraction to him even before meeting him or the fact that the man oozed sex, you constantly found yourself switching between Jungkook your bias and Jimin your bias wrecker. The flirting gazes and lingering touches when you first met him had shaken you, to the point you had found yourself avoiding contact with him since you arrived.

You felt horrible for keeping your distance, you could feel the awkwardness growing between you. You had felt his absence, no longer was there a constant sexual tension between you, instead an uncomfortable silence. You knew you had to put on your big girl panties and breech the divide you had put between you and him, at this point you weren’t sure how though.

You slid into the passenger seat as Jimin buckled his seat belt, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes, “Ready?” You nodded silently, buckling yourself in as he started the car.

Jungkook suddenly popped out from the passenger window in the car in front of you waving, “Lets Go Go Go!” he shouted, swinging his hand like they were filming Run BTS.

The drive was about as uncomfortable as you expected, so far it had been about 30 minutes and neither of you had uttered a single word. You couldn’t even use your phone for a distraction as you had lost service once you hit the mountainous area. Instead you had opted to stare out the window, taking in the countryside of Korea.

Jimin glanced over at you occasionally, fingers tapping restlessly against the steering wheel. He inwardly cursed Jungkook and Taehyung who had insisted you and Y/N share a car alone. The drive so far had only solidified what he knew to be true, you had no feelings towards him.

He sighed softly drawing your attention, “Jimin?” He froze at your sweet voice breaking the silence in the car.

“Hm?”

“Are we... okay?” You whispered, fingers fidgeting in your lap nervously as you broached the subject.

“Sure. We’re fine.” He muttered under his breathe, he hadn’t mean for it to sound the way it had, but he couldn’t take it back now. He had meant for it to be reassuring, meant for it to sound like he was fine if you had no feelings for him.

You weren’t sure what kind of response you were expecting to get from him, but his cold response had you questioning how to mend your relationship. You racked your brain trying to figure out what to say, “I mean--uhm... you’re not mad at me are you?”

He winced at the hurt lacing your voice, was he mad? No, not at Y/N.. never at her. If anything he was mad at himself, mad that he wasn’t as smart as Namjoon, as strong as Jungkook or as good looking as Taehyung. Mad that he couldn’t gain your attention he so deeply craved.

“No, I’m not mad.”

You chewed anxiously at your bottom lip, this would be so much easier if you could feel what they were feeling. Your thoughts and feelings were so jumbled at this point he probably wasn’t sure what the hell you were thinking. “Ah.. okay.” you whispered, picking at your cuticles in nervous habit. You weren’t sure what else to say at this point, he wasn’t exactly giving you a lot to go off of in terms of starting a conversation.

They continued the rest of the drive in silence, another hour passing as Jimin felt increasingly more and more frustrated. His grip tightening on the wheel to the point that his fingers were turning white. Suddenly he swung the car to the side of the road, slamming on the brakes.

You jolted forward at the sudden stop, watching the car in front of you continue onward. Your heart jumped in your chest as you swung around to face Jimin, “What happened?!” You exclaimed, watching him unbuckle his seatbelt and turn to face you as well.

His gaze was dark and intimidating as he stared quietly at you for a moment, seemingly debating something internally.

“Jimin..?” you whispered questioningly into the silence.

“Fuck it.” He growled, leaning across the close confines of the car, his hand wrapped around the back of your head bringing you close to him as he closed the gap pressing his lips roughly against your own.

You gasped against his mouth, flattening your hands against his chest as you debated whether to push him away or pull him closer.

He had to know, had to know if there was anything between you.. damn the consequences. He could live with you not loving him, but he couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t try. If there was no spark he would give up and let the other members have you. If you truly felt nothing for him he would somehow... let you go.

His lips moved sensually against yours, tilting his head to the side as he deepened the kiss. His lips felt even more heavenly than you had imagined, you gave yourself fully over to the kiss as you opened your mouth for his prying tongue.

Jimin was unapologetic in his need, fingers tangling in your hair to tighten his hold allowing him to further taste you. The power you held over him was unfathomable, you had no idea the lengths he would go for you, no idea what you did to him. Even now he could feel how incredibly hard he had become from just one kiss, all he could think about was how badly he wanted to strip you down right here and worship each and every inch of your beautiful body, screw the fact that they were on a public road.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, no doubt one of the guys wondering where the hell they had gone once they saw you weren’t behind them anymore. He groaned, managing to peel himself away from your lips to answer the phone.

“We’re fine. Don’t worry, we’re coming.” He spouted off at Taehyung, hanging up before he could even respond.

You were still in shock, fingertips resting against your now swollen lips as you stared off into the distance in thought.

Jimin cleared his throat garnering your attention, “I’m sorry.. I--I just had to see if there was anything there.” He mumbled under his breath, hoping you weren't upset with him now. He had felt you respond, you hadn’t pushed him away like he expected and was prepared for.

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you spun around to face him again, “Something there? What--I’m confused.. How could you think that?” Your voice raised sounding slightly hysteric now, that you had even made him doubt himself and your bond was enough to break you.

“I thought.. maybe you didn't have any feelings for me, that you were only interested in the others. I can see why you would fall for them, they have everything.. the looks, the brains, the bodies. I’m nothing compared to them.” He sighed deeply, his eyes falling to his lap as he was overcome with sadness.

“Park Jimin!” You quickly reprimanded him, “Don’t you dare say you’re nothing! You are so beautiful it makes me incredibly nervous every time you look at me, and the way you dance is nothing short of amazing, and your voice is angelic. But most of all you have the biggest heart...”

You could feel the color rushing to your face as you rambled on about just how amazing he was, but damned if you were going to sit here and let him hate himself, “I’m sorry if I was distant... honestly--” You bit your lip hesitant to reveal why you had shied away from him since meeting him face to face again, “If i’m being honest, you made me nervous...you’re just so--so hot. I always found myself drawn to you and it scared me, so I kept my distance. I never meant hurt you.”

Jimin tensed, that was the last thing he expected to hear, he made you nervous? He could feel all the bad thoughts leaving his body at your words as he turned back towards you, a cocky smirk lifting his lips. “Wait, you pretended you weren’t interested because I--because you were so turned on by me it scared you?”

Your eyes widened. Shit. You had practically said that just now hadn’t you?

You stammered as you struggled to come up with a response, curling back against the car door behind you as he leant forward giving chase. The car wasn’t big enough to really escape him of course, he reached out running a finger along your cheek before gripping your chin with his thumb and index finger. He smiled wide like the cat that got the canary, making you wonder what he was thinking in that mischievous brain of his.

“I hope your ready baby, because I’m not holding back anymore.”

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hoseoksluna · 4 months

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dark 𓂃 ౨ৎ MASTERLIST

most of these works contain adult content; MDNI.

JEON JUNGKOOK

𓂃 ౨ৎ WINE SERIES — PART ONE: WINE both of you have a party to go to, but jungkook makes you needy again. — PART TWO: BANANA MILK when a p*rn video accidentally plays on his tv, jungkook makes sure you watch. — PART THREE: SOJU jungkook gives you all that he has—his feelings, his dominance and his c*m. — PART FOUR: LIQUID STARS to seal the deal, you give jungkook what he wants—your kiss, your c*nt and your v*rg*n*ty. — DRABBLE: ROSÉ on your first dinner date, your boyfriend brings you a small gift—too bad you're too h*rny to appreciate it. — DRABBLE: WHITE craving white wine, your boyfriend would do anything for you—even let you dom him.

𓂃 ౨ৎ OTHER WORKS — PRACTICE you make jungkook proud by practicing what he taught you. — METAMORPHOSE | discontinued his emotions are a cataclysmic storm approaching.

KIM NAMJOON

— BOOKWORMS namjoon thinks of you when he reads a sm*t scene in his book. — STORY yours and namjoon’s story is a bit more p*rv*rt*d than traditional.

JUNG HOSEOK

— tba.

MIN YOONGI

𓂃 ౨ৎ STEAM SERIES, ft. jjk — PART ONE: STEAM one video call awakens your neediness for two c*cks. — PART TWO: MIST one encounter with jungkook makes you forget about your boyfriend. — PART THREE: MURK one encounter with jungkook heals you enough to mend your boyfriend’s heart. — PART FOUR: BLUR one encounter with both of the males heals you enough that you don’t become anything but joy.

PARK JIMIN

— tba.

KIM TAEHYUNG

— tba.

KIM SEOKJIN

— tba.

𓂃 ౨ৎ — #WIPS

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 6 months

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Our Little Love part six - OT7 Mafia/Yandere au

Warnings - 3.6k words of : Toxic yandere men, sub drop, crime, violence, injury, emotionally abusive behaviour, possessive behaviour, lying and manipulation, monopolising, unhealthy relationships, aftercare ish, love bombing?, Namjoon's dark side is coming out but internally (because we can read his mind but MC can't)

It’s a sting or an ache that rouses you awake, coming from your bruised wrist. You let out a soft gasp of pain, lifting your head to see Yoongi carefully applying cream to the dents the ropes had burned into your perfect skin.

“Hoseok and his stupid games,” he mutters, full focus on making sure he’s soothing the marks of their punishment, like if the evidence of them went away so would the sadness they inflicted on you as well. It was a stupid naive thought, Yoongi knew it, but your presence in his life filled him with that silly feeling of hope.

He gently rests your wrist on the bed, searching for the next limb before he notices your eyes on him. They’re blank he notices, void of anything, fuck, they really did a number on you. He couldn’t swallow down the lump of regret lodged in his throat, no he would suffocate on it until you recovered.

You feel the bed dip beside your head, but it doesn’t pull your gaze away from Yoongi as he pulls your other wrist cautiously away from where you held it against your chest. You feel fingers in your hair, the urge to nuzzle against them almost overwhelming but the memories of their harsh words keeps you still.

“Heaven,” Taehyung's deep voice murmurs loud enough for you to hear as he plays with the strands. “Does it hurt?”

At his words you feel something pierce your middle, a pain that lay dormant until it was called out. A part of him means the sting of Yoongi’s ministriations, another part of him means the hole they carved out of your chest. At first it might seem sadistic, but he needed you to feel it, if you felt empty it would be harder to coax you back, the hurt meant you were still alive, still with them, and not an empty shell they were terrified they pushed you to be.

He would take your anger, your betrayal, your sadness over the void you presented to them now. Yoongi moves you carefully from your fetal position on the bed, so you’re lying on your back, your eyes meet Taehyung’s as he peers down at you. The position has an itch of anxiety building under your skin, it's too familiar to your punishment even if you aren’t as physically as exposed, but the burn in your extremities from those ropes lulled your brain into believing it was about to happen again.

You see the frown in his brows as he watches your chest lift and fall too deeply, the look in your eyes like a caged animal looking for a chance to run. It’s when Yoongi takes hold of your ankle you pull away with a small whimper. Both men look at each other for a moment as you swallow down the rising panic.

“Little love,” Yoongi says, being as reassuring as he can, “I’m not trying to hurt you.”

You inhale like your soul slammed its way back to your body, the corners of your eyes watering.

“Liar,” you barely manage to whisper, but it's loud enough that it cuts him. He deserved that. The anxiety in your limbs creeps into your chest, seizing your lungs until you’re unable to take a breath.

The hand in your hair moves to cup your face, his body lying beside you, your hand is on his chest, your insides fighting with the urge to push him away or clutch his shirt and pull him closer.

“Y/n you need to breathe,” Tae instructs against your hair soothingly, taking your hand on his chest in his. The other palm turns your head so you face him, his thumb stroking circles on your cheek. “Breathe with me.”

You want to tell him you can’t, but you try to follow his example, earning yourself a small smile on his face, the hum of danger dampening. You lose yourself to Tae as you both lie together, feeling yourself calm before sleep takes you again. The last thing you feel is soft lips on your temple, but you’re too exhausted to register it.

—

“How is she doing?” Jin asks Yoongi as he washes his hands, breaking his despondent stare at nothing.

He just nods in reply, avoiding eye contact. There were only a few times that Yoongi ever felt himself be moved to tears, but the state you were in now shoved him on the brink of a breakdown. And the worst part of it all was that they were responsible. Aftercare, especially after one of Hoseok’s sessions, was vital and they all knew it and yet because they were caught up in their own emotions they let you drop.

“That bad huh,” Jin laughs humorlessly under his breath, leaning against the door frame as he contemplates his own shortcomings. “Namjoon wasn’t lying when he told her we were the scum of the earth.”

He hangs his head back, looking up at the ceiling as if it would hold all the answers or at least grant him the ability to rewind time back to when you first woke up.

“We weren’t supposed to be scum to her,” Yoongi muttered, turning off the water that scalded his hands red, the pain was good, it felt like he was paying for his mistakes, although it was a small compensation to what he would have to pay. “The rest of the world doesn’t matter, to Y/n we were supposed to be worthy of her.”

“But we’re not,” Jin replies quietly.

“We didn’t have to prove it,” he bites back, feeling resentment towards Namjoon for bringing it up at all. He understood the need to be accepted, raging red flags and all, but to you they were supposed to be better, you were supposed to be the exception.

“What if she never forgives us,” he whispers his fears to the oldest of them, that tight invisible grip around his throat still present.

Jin can’t even bring himself to placate him, he can’t, he has the same fears.

—

Jimin’s tears crumbled their already broken hearts, but when Jungkook joined in it made them feel a despair they hadn’t felt since the day you left them.

“It’s going to be fine,” Namjoon says through gritted teeth, unsure of who he was trying to convince when a small voice in the back of his head was calling him a liar. If he could he would shoot the voice dead. “Our relationship isn’t that weak.”

Hoseok watches their leader massage his eyes as though a headache was starting.

“You need to go see her,” Yoongi says to Namjoon, arms folded, voice empty of emotion. Their fearless head of the crime syndicate had yet to visit you since the fight in the bathroom, Yoongi knew he would eat his words once he did.

“How are we going to fix this?” Hosek groans, patting Jimin’s head as he cried. The maknae was attached to Jimin’s back, both of them on the floor as they sobbed.

Taehyung had refused to leave your side, the others went in and out but Tae was afraid if he left you you would find a way to escape again, and he couldn’t live through that a second time.

“We broke her by exposing her,” Namjoon mumbles mostly to himself, thinking out loud, biting the skin of his thumb uncharacteristically nervous. “Made her feel like it was something bad…” made her pull away from us because we didn’t make her feel safe and let her drop. “Need to rebuild trust in the same way,” need to make her feel loved, “reassure her,” hold her but keep her vulnerable so she doesn’t build back up with walls against us.

His brain works fast, now that the Suho problem was dealt with, he could focus on you until the repercussions of the Captain came. He wasn’t stupid, he knew there would be some sort of retaliation, the Captain didn’t seem the sort to let things go.

“No more games,” Yoongi breaks his train of thoughts, eyes boring into him before looking at Hoseok too. “No more punishments, she never deserved any of them we were just sadistic fucks looking for an outlet for our own insecurity.”

Namjoon’s fist clenches, unhappy with the tone his usually stoic friend takes, even if his words held some truth.

“A whole world at our disposal to kick down and we take it out on our little love,” Yoongi scoffs, chuckling in disgust with himself and the others. “We really are scum of the Earth.”

—

The Captain doesn’t find the ceiling all that interesting, but it’s all he can stare at alone in the hospital wing. He’s not alone in the sense of physically, the hospital staff mill around working on the ward, he’s merely separated by curtains from the other patients, but the noise around him felt like a hum, a buzz in the background. The only visitor he had was the Chief of police telling him to stand down about the syndicate task force and then offering (ordering) him half a years paid leave.

“Take the time off,” he had said. “Recover,” he patted Suho’s shoulder before muttering, “it’ll do you some good.”

But the captain could see the truth in the Chief’s eyes, a hidden variable that was making him speak through the shadows. Kim Namjoon got to the police, he had his strings attached to every officer like they were his puppets. He only needed the top brass, they would create order and command for him. He wondered what he had on them all, how deep the corruption ran.

It seemed he was cut at the knees in more ways than one, the leader of the crime syndicate really drove that message home. He laughs at himself humourlessly despite the lack of anything funny in sight. One of the nurses giving him a judgmental side eye, wondering to herself whether they gave him too much morphine.

Suho could still feel the pain tearing through his knee and his hand, albeit dulled by the drugs in his system. The bullet had been lodged into his bone, it required surgery to be pulled out, surgery that was paid for by an anonymous benefactor. The thought of who he suspected as that person made him want to beg to put the bullet back.

Powerless wasn’t a feeling he was all that common with, even in his darkest days on the force he always felt hope, knew he would see the Sun rise another day. But Kim Namjoon had a way of drowning the Sun, and all her rays of hope. He could only pray that by some miracle, he could pull you out of the waters before your light washed out.

—

The scene when you open your eyes is eerily similar to the one before your world flipped upside down, a part of you wanted to believe the hands of time had turned back or at least you woke up in an alternative universe where the fight never happened, but the memories burned through your mind too clearly for anything else to be true. All seven of your walking talking red flags were posted around you in the room, eyes on you albeit much softer than that day, yet for some reason it puts you on edge.

“Heaven,” Jimin sits on his knees on the bed peering down at you, you notice the telling red rims around his eyes and his nose, was he crying? Why? He tries to cover it with a smile, his eyes disappearing into crescent moons but he couldn’t hide the evidence from you, you knew him too well.

He takes your hand in his, bringing it to his lips before he mumbles desperately against your skin, his voice breaking, “forgive us.”

Tentatively, as if afraid you were going to break or run away, two arms wrap around your middle, the maknae lying beside you burying his head into you but you can hear the tell tale sniffles. It was rare any of them ever cried, you really must look like a state.

Your head throbs from the continuous cycles of sleep you were putting yourself through, sleep was safe and you were too exhausted to live, let alone deal with the repercussions of your relationship.

“Jungkook, you’re smothering our dove,” Hoseok sighs, arms folded as he keeps his distance. He wouldn’t say it aloud but since he and Namjoon were the directors of your punishment and subsequently the push into subdrop he was afraid of approaching you.

It wasn’t just your rejection that would break his heart, but if his presence caused a reaction of trauma, more than what you were presenting now, it would crumble him. It took everything in his will power not to fall to his knees and beg you to forgive them, and the man had never begged anyone for anything before.

Even Namjon kept himself an arm length away, sitting on the ottoman at the end of your bed, watching you as the others interacted. Soekjin had stood beside you, his fingers massaging your forehead as if he could sense the pain, but your eyes find Namjoon.

“Did you hurt him?” It was the first time you had seen him and the first words out of your mouth were about that cockroach. He can feel his anger begin to simmer dangerously, his jaw clenches before he releases a self deprecating laugh under his breath. This was cruel even for you, was it a test? Why didn’t you ask him whether he killed him, that he could answer truthfully, the details were a little more complicated.

“We didn’t kill him,” Hoseok says, his mind flashing back to standing on the roof of the opposite building holding the sniper as it took out the Captain’s leg.

“That’s not what I asked,” you whisper, eyes starting to water again.

Namjoon glances at Yoongi’s warning stare, the thoughts written clearly on his stone face, enough of proving to you how evil they truly were, the truth didn’t matter, only you did. But yet there was something inside of him urging him to tell you, a sadistic part of him that wanted to break the already cracked dusty rose tinted glasses. Was it so bad of him to want you to love the darkest parts of him? Couldn’t you hear his soul cry out for you to love him despite how bloodstained it was?

“No we didn’t hurt him Love,” he sighs, hanging his head so he wouldn’t have to meet your gaze, his fist clenching the material of his trousers. The lie tasted like coal in his mouth, but he would swallow it down even if it upset his stomach.

You let out a sound of relief, the weight on your shoulders suddenly disappeared and you could breathe freely again. They actually saw you smile, and the guilt only cemented.

“Thank you,” you exhale, the feeling of love you were holding back against them now allowed to roam back into your body. There was hope, there was a chance to heal your relationship; they listened to you despite their murderous intent, you were relieved. You were so worried they would kill him anyway despite your plea not to, but this was proof they were willing to work on themselves with you, that you meant something to them more than being their toy.

You close your eyes, feeling overwhelmed. Jimin wipes away your tears, you hadn’t even realised had slipped from the corner of your eyes.

“Our baby’s so caring,” Jin comments, trying to keep the bite out of his voice and eyes. Your gaze falls on him and he smiles, it’s the most fake thing he’s ever done in front of you but you’d believe it. Seokjin was a mastermind at manipulation, to the point he could paint whatever he wanted on his face regardless of his emotions. Namjoon had debriefed them before you woke up, the objective was to do what they did best, monopolise you back under their spell.

It throws you, the gentle expression on his face, maybe you did wake up in an alternate reality. Jungkook distracts you, pulling you closer against him, his lips on your shoulder, making his way up your neck and cheek slowly. You turn to face him, eyes in a daze, that sweet bunny smile greeting you shyly but your attention is pulled away by another.

The back of Taehyung’s fingers trace your cheek gently, another smile greeting you when you turn to him on the other side of you, finding him kneeling on the floor beside the bed. He takes notice of your glazed stare, the slow confusion on your face.

“Aren’t you the cutest little love to ever exist,” he coos quietly.

“Our only little love,” Yoongi corrects him.

“Our slice of heaven,” Jimin pipes in.

“The only heaven we’ll ever see,” Namjoon’s deep voice gruffs.

That overwhelming feeling only grew, but it didn’t feel unwanted, you felt cushioned, like you were being lifted or floating on a cloud. Gentle touches, soft words, soothing your soul quiet, letting it rest. But you were unaware a part of you was being buried.

“Our perfect Angel,” Namjoon whispered and for some reason it felt like the final nail in the coffin making you snap back to your senses.

“No,” you sit up to face him, breaking away all the physical touch they had on you. The safe space they had lulled you into with all your defences bare had shattered. “You can’t expect me to accept you for all your flaws if you won’t do the same for me.”

There’s a fight in your eyes that comes alive as you stare him down, but he keeps quiet letting you fill the silence.

“I am not perfect, YOU need to stop pretending I am,” you throw his words back at him, he fucked you with those words and made you accept their cruelty, he would have to offer you the same respite. “I am done with trying to live up to this impossible image you have of me, because every time I break the illusion I can see the disappointment in your faces and it kills me every time.”

“Little love, you are perfect,” Jin sighs, moving to sit in front of you to break the staring match between you and Joon. “All those things you think are flaws are perfect Love, they’re a part of you, of course they’re perfect.”

His thumb strokes your cheek soothingly, trying to will away the fire when it threatened to burn everything they had spent rebuilding in this room with your recovery.

“If we made you feel anything other than perfect dove that’s our fault,” Hoseok admits, “but you already know how bad we are, it’s always our fault, don’t let us fool you otherwise.”

“You don’t get it,” you frown, looking down at your lap. “When you love me like that, it's a burden.”

“Love,” Yoongi calls for you, desperation in his voice, hating that you felt that way at all. “That’s not our intention.”

“Baby,” Jungkook sits up beside you, and you start to feel confined, their bodies like iron bars of a jail, keeping you with them for a life sentence you were beginning to think you deserved. “We love you, we made a mistake, we know that, but our love for you isn’t bad.”

“It’s the one redeemable thing about us Heaven,” Taehyung adds, looking up at you even with your head hanging low, trying to meet your eyes.

You feel your eyes water, you just ached, wanting to be drowned in their love but protected from their consequences. Last time you took the coward's way out, you ran away, this time you needed to create distance, but still work on the problem without bias, without their love infecting you until you could heal them and yourself.

“I don’t know where to go from here,” you confess, holding back a sob. Your mind starting to win the war it raged against your heart and all it wanted.

Their solemn expressions snap to you, the panic in their eyes piercing you.

“What do you mean, little love?” Jimin says warningly, you sounded like you were wanting to end your relationship but you surely knew better than anyone that it was impossible. They wouldn’t let you go if you tried.

“I think we need to go on a break,” you state, your voice strained from the heavy feeling of wanting to cry in your throat.

“Absolutely not,” Hoseok shakes his head, nostrils flaring at the suggestion.

“I’m not asking,” you say firmly.

“You don’t get to make that decision little love,” Namjoon’s lips twitch as he stops himself from growling, how dare you even think it. “You’re ours.”

You both stare each other down, neither willing to compromise.

“I’m mine,” you felt in control again, you hadn’t felt this way for so long, like your soul belonged to you, you weren’t just floating in their desires, you were your own person.

“We won’t let you leave,” Namjoon retorted, not denying your statement.

“I didn’t say I wanted to leave,” you shake your head, looking at each of them before your gaze returns to the leader of the syndicate, a challenge present in both your stares. “But you don’t get to touch me, or fuck me, or play your games.”

Every one of your new rules hit them like a punch to the gut, a cruel mocking thought passing through the air between them, this was the consequences of their fuck up, and they knew if they wanted to keep you, they would have to listen.

“One last thing,” you say after a lot of deliberating, a squeeze in your throat trying to stop you getting the words out, a deep frown set between your eyes. “I don’t want you to call me little love anymore.”

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fruitmins · 5 months

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Agust Dad—Eight

➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry

➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au

➭warnings: fluff but then not fluff.., they cannot catch a break fr, rushed to edit this so might have mistakes

note: i did NOT forget about this book believe it or not.. my parents have been on my ass about school and getting into a college. plus the motivation to write was just not there?? but i like this chapter and it’s a bit longer so enjoy (finally)🫶🏾 taglist is gonna be closed tho, sorry

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You step out of the hospital, feeling the cool breeze on your face for the first time in days.

You stop before getting into Yoongi’s personal car, taking in the world around you after days of spending time cooped up inside.

You take a deep breath, breathing in the fresh air. The whole experience these past few days has been exhausting, both physically and mentally but you're happy to finally be able to leave, and even more happy that you and the baby are both healthy and okay. You're looking forward to going back home, seeing the others, and just getting some well-needed rest.

And the best part of it all..

Yoongi is by your side. Every second you were in the hospital he was there and refused to go anywhere that wasn’t the toilet. It was heart warming, and it made you look at him even more differently. You didn’t want to say you were falling for his caring gestures and kind admiring eyes, but it was starting to get alarmingly similar. Even if he was showing concern it still made your heart flutter slightly.

And you put all the blame for your confusing feelings on him.

Even as he held your hand and guided you to his car and out of the private hospital you felt your hands starting to sweat as you pushed back any thoughts about gushing over it.

You managed to hold in enough sweat for him not to tease you about it before he lets go to open the passenger door for you.

Yoongi doesn’t take his time to start driving and head home. He can tell how tired you are from everything, glancing at you every once in a while as he tries to keep his eyes on the road.

"How are you feeling, Y/N?" he finally asks softly. You nod slightly, feeling relieved that the pregnancy is fine.

"Good," he nods, smiling gently. As if he can understand you without you even speaking. Sometimes you wonder if co parenting will be that easy. "Let's get home so you can rest properly."

You lay your head back against the head restraint as he drove them back to his spare home.

You look over at him, pausing and thinking carefully before opening your mouth to say something. You’re nervous to talk to him, but you quickly shake away your thoughts and tell yourself to act like an adult and not a school girl.

“Thank for being here, Yoongs. You could have flew the moment you found out you got a random woman pregnant..but you didn’t.” You say in a soft quiet voice. You needed to be an adult and give him his props. After everything that has happened he hadn’t once shied away.

Yoongi flinches slightly at your words, seemingly unprepared to hear them but he lets out a soft chuckle at the nickname, something you were starting to pick up from Harin.

"No, I couldn't leave you," he says quietly, his eyes fluttering. "That... wasn't an option." He states. You’re confused on what he meant by that, and almost ask him to elaborate but think it’s better for your feelings and sanity if you just left it there.

He looks at you for a moment, his expression turning to a small smile. "I'm glad I could be here to support you."

He gives a small sigh, looking towards the road, the sunlight shining through the windshield. He looks like he wants to say more but holds it back. "You should get some rest." he says softly after a while of comfortable silence, his voice gentle.

“Okay.” You say with a small smile, turning your head away from him you tired to get as comfortable as you could in the car.

Your head slowly starts to droop forward and you begin to doze off. It doesn’t help that he is driving extra slow and extra careful, some soft music (of course BTS) playing on a low volume that sends you to sleep.

"Y/N... wake up..." you hear Yoongi's voice, and you open your eyes. You're suddenly back (to his) home and Yoongi is gently shaking you awake.

Yoongi lets out a soft chuckle as he notices your sleepy expression. “That probably felt like three minutes but I promise you it was at least fifteen. I even went around in circles to buy time.”

“Oh, thanks..” you say with a weak chuckle and a small yawn as you slowly unbuckle my seatbelt and exit the car and slowly enter the house with him.

“Surprise!”

You flinch in shock and surprise when the first thing you hear once you open the door are screaming voices. Your eyes are wide as you come back to life and analyze the situation in front of you.

There’s the rest of the members and Harin stood in the living room. You feel tired, both physically and mentally, but you're happy to see the banner, the decorations, and the cake.

Yoongi who is next you let out a soft chuckle, “Guys you didn’t have to.” Yoongi says, shaking his head in slight disbelief as Harin speed walks up to you to give you a tight hug.

You can already feel yourself getting emotional, but Harin’s hug just adds salt to the wound. “Girl, why aren’t you on your honeymoon?” You ask with a small chuckle, trying to hold back your hormonal emotions.

“Like I could relax while you were in the hospital.” She rolls her eyes at you and you just hug her tighter. “Jin felt the same way..” she adds, rubbing your back for comfort but her statement just makes you more emotional. Of course Jin would feel guilty about it.

It felt like for the first time in a while, you felt like you were liked, maybe even loved. You felt like you fit in with the boys and Harin, despite the awkward situation and how you met them. They didn’t judge you, and they genuinely cared about you.

Someway, somehow, despite all the chaos you just went through. You felt at peace.

After a few hours, they leave, and you're left to clean up the mess they made. You’re not mad at it though. It was nice chatting and eating with the group after being in the hospital for days. It was a nice distraction, and your only distraction since Yoongi still has your phone. Even though it could be seen as controlling, you know he’s just protecting you from the media. You feel crazy for gushing about the fact that he held your phone.

You take a deep breath and start to pick up, your hands moving automatically as you focus on the cleaning. You’re exhausted, your moves slow and sluggish. And Yoongi seemed to notice from the kitchen as he washed a couple dishes.

"Y/N..." he says gently, setting down the dishes and moving over to you. He gently takes the broom out of your hand and places it back where he found it.

"Sit down, I'll take care of it." he says softly. "You're obviously very tired.” He says and you’re about to object and reach for the broom but he holds out his hand and stops you.

Yoongi pauses, watching you for a few moments before he walks up behind you and takes the broom from your hands. "It'll be faster if I do this," he replies gently.

"It’s my house, Y/N.” Yoongi says softly with a small chuckle. Yoongi looks at you sympathetically, and you realize how exhausted you are.

“Alright, fair point..” you mumble, giving him one last look and he gives you a small reassuring nod. “Goodnight.” You say to him and responds back as you go to the master bedroom.

You gently close the door and pick out a change of clothes before settling down in the bed. Your muscles relax against the softness, letting out a breath as you immediately start to drift off to sleep.

You don’t know what time it is when you wake up, but you know it has to be late at night because when you open your eyes your met with nothing but darkness and silence.

You get up to use the bathroom, your blatter getting the best of you as you waddle to the restroom.

You don’t notice the slight vibrations as you pass the living room the first time, but you do the second time when you exist the bathroom. There’s the sound of soft buzzing and a quiet ringtone in the silence. It takes you a few minutes before you fully process that the ringing is coming from the living room. Then you realize it’s your ringtone from your phone. The phone you hadn’t seen in days.

You get a dreadful feeling in your stomach as you make your way to the living room. The last time you checked your phone this late, you ended up in the hospital. But still, you slowly move to the living room.

It's dark, but you see the outline of Yoongi on the couch. After a moment you notice that there's a thin blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a pillow beneath his head.

You slowly approach him, trying not to wake up. He looked so peaceful as he slept. You smile softly at the sight. You couldn’t imagine what this was doing to him and his career. You almost felt sorry for him..

You snap out of your daze as you hear the buzzing again, turning to see your phone on the floor charging a couple steps away from the couch.

You step to your phone, taking it off the charger and tiptoeing out of the living room so you didn’t wake Yoongi. He looked like he needed the sleep.

You squint from the bright screen, not really looking at the caller ID before answering.

“Hello? Y/N?”

A voice answers before you can even greet them. The oddly familiar voice makes you physically flinch, a whole new wave of emotions and memories washing over you.

“Mom?”

You hadn’t heard the voice in a year, but you know good and well that it’s hers. You remember the way she picked up the phone and immediately started talking, asking, demanding for money. That’s the only reason she would ever call, until you finally had enough and told her to stop.

So why was she calling? Especially at this time of night?

You get a terrible feeling, your breathing getting slightly heavier as you speak into the phone. “W-Why are you calling this late? Why are you calling at all?” You question, the sleepiness almost entirely gone.

Your mother clears her throat, her annoyed and stressed tone coming through the phone.

"Y/N, you haven't picked up any of my calls or texts for the past few days," she says firmly, her voice filled with a bit of anger that you remember all to well.

"I was worried sick, thinking you had gotten hurt or worse!" your mother continues, her words quick and clipped. You immediately know it’s a lie, because she had never cared about you before. Your whole childhood she’d flip from being the most loving parent in the world to wanted your head dead on a stick. But she was the only parent you had, so you stuck with her until you moved out.

"Especially since everyone on the internet is saying that you’re pregnant with some idols baby.” she adds.

There’s a long pause.

The crickets outside fill the silence as you take a minute to think.

“Mom..how do you know that?” You ask slowly and carefully your heart slipping a beat as you think back to that terrible night. The last thing you can remember are people seeing some of your face in the video. They couldn’t have learned your identity. And if they did, why didn’t Yoongi tell you the second you woke up in the hospital?

“Hunny, everyone knows you’re pregnant,” your mother continues, her voice still filled with annoyance. “It’s trending right now on the internet, and everyone knows who you are.”

You can almost hear the smile in her voice, the way your mother always gets smug when she’s right. “...Y/N, I’m disappointed that you couldn’t tell me as soon as you found out.”

She sounds almost disappointed, like she feels betrayed by you in some way. But your to frozen in shock and fear to yell at her. Of course she would break no contract and call. She found out you were in ‘relations’ with a millionaire. Money.

Your phone shakes in your hand in fear. This whole time you were trying to keep it private, to have a normal life despite everything. And it’s all coming crashing down. You realize that your phone wasn’t just vibrating because of the call,

It was because you were getting hundreds of texts and inbox messages. Even as you shook your phone was going off, notifications from every social app you owned.

“I-I gotta go.” You say, going to twitter, only to see that your mom was right. As much as you hated to think that.

You look at the Twitter feed, your heart sinking as you see all of the pictures floating around. Your full name, your pictures, where you go to school... it's all there. For at least 24 hours.

You don’t know how, but people managed to use the clip and used face recognition to find out who you were. What was worse was that old coworkers and classmates were also speaking up and saying it was you. Your full government name was on the internet. They managed to find out where you went to school more hidden pictures of you on the internet.

You feel a tear roll down your face as you try to contain your emotions. It feels like the end of the world.

And what makes it even worse is that Yoongi didn’t tell you.

Yoongi knew, and he didn't tell you. He kept this secret from you. A secret you needed to know.

Your mother's voice filters through the phone in your hand. "Go? Why?"

"Mom, I have to go," you say again in a whisper, your voice choked up with tears. "Don't call here anymore." You don’t give her time to respond before hanging up.

You can feel your breath quickening as you try to make sense of everything that's happening.

You start to shake, your heart pounding against your chest as you struggle to stay calm but it’s difficult when you believe that your life is ruined.

You stare at your phone, trying to ignore the millions of notifications coming through. You don't know where to begin. You don’t know what to do.

Your steps are heavy as you move back to the living room, staring at Yoongi who was still asleep on the couch.

He knew the entire time. They all knew. And they welcomes you back with a party and cake. They made it seem like nothing was wrong and kept you in the dark.

Staring at his peaceful face, you no longer felt sorry. You felt betrayed.

One of your tears drop onto his face, causing his eyes to flutter before slowly opening. "Y/N..." Yoongi stirs when he sees you lingering over them.

He blinks a few times, still half-asleep as he groggily turns his head around and looks at you. He slowly sits up on the couch, rubbing his eyes and wiping away the tear on his cheek.

He realizes your the source of the tear, his expression forming into one of concern. "Y/N, you okay? Did something happen?" he asks quickly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You speak in a whisper, looking at him with my own glossy sad eyes.

“People found out who I was, a-and you didn’t tell me.” You try your best to sound strong but you can’t, mentally and physically.

Yoongi looks at you with small shock and confusion before his eyes shift to the buzzing phone in your hand.

"Y/N," he says, his tone filled with concern as he hears the shakiness in your voice but it’s clear he is trying to hold himself back from freaking out himself.

He pauses for a moment, seemingly not knowing what to say. "I was going to tell you." he says softly but that just makes you even more pissed.

“I was going to tell you,” he says again, more firmly and confidently. “But I didn’t want to overwhelm you and there wasn’t a good time.”

“There was never going to be a good time. That’s not an excuse. You should have told me!” You say, your voice rising slightly but it’s clear that you’re broken by the tone.

“Y/N, you just got out of the hospital. I wasn’t going to spring that up on you.” He says firmly but with a worried expression.

“I-I don’t need you to look after me. Not when your the reason for this mess.” You say, the words even sounding harsh to you the second they left your mouth.

Yoongi flinches, his expressions turning to shock as you say your words and you almost feel bad.

"Y/N... it's not like that," he says softly. "Please, don't say that.” He looks like he's about to say more, but you cut him off before he can.

“I-I think you should go home.” You say with a swallow, even though it’s pitch black outside. Nevermind it’s his house.

Yoongi’s eyes widen at your words, taken aback by them as he stands up from the couch. “Y/N, don’t be like that..” he says with a low tone, almost pleading.

He takes a few steps towards you, trying to get close enough to you to talk to you properly. “I had a reason, I promise and I want to be here for you. I'm not going to leave you alone... not when you need me the most." he says, the sincerity in his voice clear.

“You don’t know what I need because you don’t know me.” You say quickly and sharply, your breathing heavy. “Because despite the lies you told to the media you haven’t known me for years and we didn’t fall in love.”

There’s a long uncomfortable silence in the air as the two of you share your own looks of hurt.

“J-Just leave..” You mumble, looking away from him as you wipe your tears.

He's silent for a few moments in the wake of your words. He knows you’re right, and he knows that you probably need space.

"I suppose you're right," he whispers taking a small step back.

His eyes fill with regret and guilt as he stands up, turning towards the door. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."

With that, the door closes behind him, leaving you alone in the quiet house.

It’s silent as you try to get your feelings and thoughts under control. Your phone vibrates again in your phone and without even thinking, you chuck it at the wall.

Your phone breaks into pieces and you sit down on the living room floor, just looking at them as your heart slowly breaks with it.

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