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thetaekookcloset · 2 years

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Taekook at Busan Concert

Like many people, I planned to watch the Busan concert live, and was quickly thwarted by Weverse basically crashing after the first two songs, RIP. The group I was with tried Naver Now afterward, but that didn't really work for us either. We did eventually find a stream of the JTBC broadcast thanks to a friend on here (thank you again!!), but we didn't really get it up and running until after Butter, and it cut out in the middle of ending ments.

I've spent a lot of today catching up on what I missed, and damn was there a lot going on! I've got a lot of moments I want to talk about, so keep reading for my thoughts, opinions, and ceaseless screaming about as much of what happened as I can reasonably address.

Thank you to everyone who sent me links -- your help was invaluable as I put together this list!

1. Backstage primping and butt-slapping

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These moments (the one above, where Taehyung gives Jungkook a little butt slap, and also this one, where Taehyung primps Jungkook a bit), to me, are very typical of what we often see from Taekook: a little domestic, very sweet and cute, giggly, and slightly suggestive of an additional closeness because of the sense of propriety in the otherwise simple gestures.

There's also a little side-butt slap from Jungkook to Taehyung here.

They're sweet little moments, very quick and easy to write off, I'm sure, but cute and worth a mention because they show TK being playful and just having fun together. Also, Jungkook's little pat to Tae's waist like he wants to play along but isn't sure what to do -- cute!!

2. Run BTS choreo

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Obviously this is choreography, so it's not like it tells us anything about TK really, but I had to include this on the list because!! Come on!!!

The Run BTS choreo was amazing in general, I'm so glad that we got to see that in flawless streaming perfection at least lol. Everyone absolutely killed it, but Taekook!! Damn! Especially in the clip shown here, like, I'm pretty sure I fully melted the first time I watched this. Their movement?? Their expressions???? Taehyung's TONGUE?

You'll have to bury me here, I won't be coming back from this, I'm afraid.

3. Jungkook hyping Tae's dancing/watching Tae

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Throughout the whole concert (or what I got to see of it at least), it seemed to me like everyone was seriously having just the best time. It was so much fun getting to watch everyone laughing and feeling themselves, but Jungkook especially seemed to be having so much fun in such a visible way. It was like what he truly cared about first and foremost was making the most of this for himself, his members, and the fans, and it was so nice to see.

I absolutely love this clip of him hyping up Tae's dancing because he's just vibing and having fun and enjoying whatever Taehyung is getting up to. His smile is huge, he really is just indulgent and happy here it seems like.

4. Boy With Luv

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Similarly playful and fun was their interaction during Boy With Luv. There's nothing really to say about it in particular, it's just cute and fun and another indication that they were all just having a good time together, and I love that!

5. Butter butt wiggle

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This is another one that's just cute and fun that I wanted to include in the list because it makes me smile. I don't really have anything to say about it, TK are just cute and weird and funny and I adore them. I bet this butt wiggle was Tae's idea and Jungkook is just being classic Jungkook and indulging him. Good for them lol.

6. Singing together during Dope

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Here we seem to have a classic instance of Taehyung and Jungkook interacting and the camera that's on them trying to make sure that not too much of That (tm) is shown to the audience.

Obviously that may not have been this camera person's intent, I'm not a mind reader, but I mean, it is pretty clear that Taehyung and Jungkook are having an interaction here, singing their lines with/to each other, and the camera really only shows Tae once it becomes clear what's happening.

It's still really cute though!

ETA: Another angle that shows their actual interaction here a bit better, thanks to an anon who sent it in!

7. Best is yet to come

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At the end of the show, Jungkook and Taehyung held up the "Best moment is yet to come" sign together before holding hands for their bows. There's also this photo that shows how close together they were standing in comparison to the other members.

Personally I don't put much stock, for the most part or most of the time, in who the members hold hands with at the end of the show, but there is something sweet to me about them holding this sign together, and of course them having no space between them when standing next to each other in a lineup, as they so often don't.

8. Holding hands

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The biggest moment from the concert where Taekook are concerned, for me, is definitely the hand-holding moment from Save Me. When I realized I missed this after the stream crashed, I was so sad, but since then, there have been so many different angles released by fans and honestly each one just makes my heart softer.

I love everything about this moment. I love that it's Jungkook who holds out his hand for Taehyung. I love how Taehyung sort of tips his mic at Jungkook in what might have been meant as acknowledgment of the gesture, but Jungkook decides that's not enough and doesn't lower his hand. I love how his fingers go sort of soft as he waits, but he doesn't falter at all.

I love how Taehyung smiles when he realizes what Jungkook wants, and then for a moment, he looks to the side as though checking someone or something, like he doubts whether this is okay to do, but then he goes for it anyway.

I love that when he reaches out and finally takes Jungkook's hand, he does it so sweetly. I feel like you can feel the weight of it when their hands meet and their fingers fold around each other. Maybe this is just my delulu brain talking, but the gesture is so intentional and sweet at the same time, it feels sort of heavy and soft all at once when I watch it. It seems so significant, partly because it seems to me like it was a bit of a risk for them in this context.

I think this moment has skyrocketed close to the top of some of my all-time favorite TK moments. It feels unquestionably romantic to me, and all the more so because of the importance of this concert, its setting and its place in their career.

I'm not trying to make more of it than it is, at the end of the day it's one gesture and obviously especially in South Korea and within BTS, hand-holding isn't an inherently romantic thing to do, but it's really all the other details of this moment that give it its potential significance in my opinion.

It's the way they hold hands and don't let go for a long moment, even as Taehyung keeps walking, it's Taehyung's hesitance and his happiness, it's Jungkook's stalwart but quiet and patient insistence, it's the smiles they both have as they do it. There's just something so lovely about this whole interaction in my opinion. It feels really special to me.

I also feel like I can't end this post without mentioning the obvious differences in the types of playfulness Taekook exhibited in rehearsals versus the show itself.

Acknowledging those differences -- how completely non-hesitant they were in rehearsals, how shamelessly suggestive their playing around had been -- in comparison to the much more innocent and sweet forms of playfulness during the concert itself -- seems like a necessary part of thinking about this concert through a TK lens.

At the very least, it would seem to me to suggest, once again, that the Taekook behind the scenes are a bit different from the Taekook we see as part of the main event, whatever that might be in a given situation. And why would they need to be so different, in this way specifically, if they had nothing to hold a bit closer to the chest?

Taking all of that into consideration, not only does it strengthen the idea, for me, that Taehyung and Jungkook are likely in a romantic relationship, it also adds even more potential significance to a public gesture like holding each other's hands in the middle of a concert of this magnitude.

There really is something so special and beautiful about their relationship, and over the last couple of days, I feel like we've gotten to see these deep, if small, glances into it, which is something that feels sweetly tender to me.

#taekook #kookv #recent taekook moments #romantic taekook moments #soft taekook moments #taekook and busan concert

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airblushbts · 8 months

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Still not over this 😭🥹🩶

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biaswreckmepls · 22 days

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Fan-Chosen BTS fics #4 - April 2024 - Day 6

tiger tale

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31319462

Author: lolainslackss

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung

Status: Completed

Chapters: 1/1 (13221 words)

Tags: Witch AU, Magical Realism AU, Magic AU

Summary:

“Why don’t I hook you up with the people who paired me with Seokjin?” Jimin asks Jeongguk, face flushed like he’s tipsy even though they’re only drinking tea.

“What, is it like an adoption centre?” Jeongguk asks, genuinely curious. He hasn’t really put much thought into how witches and familiars are initially connected.

Jimin shoves him gently. “No,” he says, laughing. “Familiars aren’t pets, Jeongguk-ah. They’re companions. Partners.”

“So, it’s more like . . . a matchmaking service?”

Jimin snorts, amused, but then he purses his lips into a pout, looking thoughtful. “Well, I guess it is a little like that, actually.”

(Or, Jeongguk is lonely, and just wants to find his person. Fate delivers him Taehyung.)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31319462

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taekooktimeline · 2 months

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July 30, 2023 (filmed), February 14, 2024 (released) -

We finally have a BB of Jk’s Inkigayo stage performance! A smiling Tae arrives to support him -

Timestamp 2:33

Tae, at first, stands over Jk. Jk knows who’s entered the room, even with his eyes closed. He clearly was expecting Tae, and he “greets” him by asking, “What?” It should be noted, as others have pointed out, that they didn’t greet each other with the standard “Hello” or “How are you?” This is another indicator of how close they are and how much time they spend with each other to skip these formalities.

There’s then a noticeable cut, with Tae now air-straddling Jk. The subsequent interaction between them is so incredibly domestic! Jk is adorably pouty as he twice asks Tae, in a soft voice, where he’d been.

Timestamp 2:40

Tae explains in an equally super soft, low tone that he had been practicing. Jk repeats in an inquiring, yet still soft tone, “Practice?” Tae further explains that he was at dance then violin practice, before working out.

Timestamp 2:50 https://x.com/v1230mp4/status/1757708423280640268?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg

Translation -

https://x.com/tcnckclnsmaek/status/1758376772562010549?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg

Also something to point out is that when Tae stood over Jk, Jk’s legs lay flat on the ground -

Once Tae’s legs were encased around him, Jk lifted a leg up so that he could reciprocate his touch.

CT to Eve for the observation - https://x.com/evexece_kthjjk/status/1758339565239099456?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg

And it’s super cute how Tae seems to have left his glasses on Jk’s luggage while they talked -

In the next clip, Jk starts boxing while Tae looks on.

Timestamp 2:51

We then see Taekook playfully boxing together.

Below is a close up of Jk’s soft, fond stare as they box, complete with his adorable dimple on display (and he was focused on Tae the entirety of them boxing, not their hands and movements!)

https://x.com/tcnckclnsmaek/status/1757731117128679917?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg https://x.com/jeonjkloops/status/1757709108927439093?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg https://x.com/kveline_/status/1757721535119274154?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg https://x.com/dionyxxsustkx/status/1757741281340494321?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg

Of course, this isn’t the first time this precious duo have boxed together. Tae uploaded a video of them boxing on Jk’s birthday, September 1, 2022, posting the video as soon as he landed in Seoul from NYC.

Tae’s post - https://x.com/bts_twt/status/1565075044703019008?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg

Recap - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2022/694602961670766592/we-finally-got-the-taekook-sparring-video-tae

And while it’s not the exact same thing, I also thought of Tae boxing on Jk’s abs in ITS season 1, episode 3. Remember, this is a sign of closeness, as all Tae said was, Today were working on abs,” nothing further, and Jk understood context and lifted his arms to expose his tummy.

Recap - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2020/632423882773676032/may-26-2020-filmed-soop-episode-3

And we also got to see this PTD boxing moment between the two -

https://youtube.com/shorts/eRGSXEwaEKw?si=7fHDWS5gv5ztEAWS

Jk looks back and watches Tae as they practice the choreography for his record breaking song, “Seven.”

Timestamp 3:04

Tae confirms a dance move with Jk -

They practice once more, with Tae exclaiming the choreography is hard.

Tae gives Jk encouragement and support, attempting to massage him as he softly speaks to him. I also want to note, as others have, that the staff didn’t react in any way to Tae massaging Jk, which indicates that this is habitual and a common occurrence between the two.

Timestamp 3:22

Translation -

https://x.com/tcnckclnsmaek/status/1757723740887306298?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg https://x.com/v1230mp4/status/1757708897417400325?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg

Tae playfully receives Jk’s congratulatory stash (“Seven” won first place at Inkigayo!) -

timestamp 4:08

Jk imitates Tae’s 2020 “Gidaryeo gidaryeo” at the end of his “3D” segment of his M countdown prerecording -

Timestamp 7:47 https://x.com/bangtannieslayy/status/1757714312607773013?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg

Remember, during Jk’s February 3, 2023, live, he twice imitated Tae’s “Gidaryeo gidaryeo.”

The fact he’s so endured by this adorable moment (shown below) that he imitates it even 3+ years later is so cute.

https://x.com/taesmug/status/1621513590330261506?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg https://x.com/koovarbie/status/1621506463335329795?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg

Recap of this 2023 live here - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2023/708525777682038784/february-1-2023

Prior recap of Jk arriving for Inkigayo - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2023/724383250492145664

Prior recap of Inkigayo - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2023/725289352690843648

Recap of Jk’s live the day after Inkigayo - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2023/724837237671575552

Raw - https://youtu.be/WvU6SWsg0_4?si=KmBs-hgA84Jk5bJL

#taekook #taekooktimeline #2023 #closeness #supportive #playfulness #boxing #cuteness #Inkigayo

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a-cix · 5 months

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Taehyung loves when it rains throughout the night, the way it quiets down in the morning, the smatterings of droplets from leaves hitting the pavement. He leaves the window cracked at night to listen to the sounds, even though Jungkook hates the cold, the gentle wet-cool air waving the curtains. It’s okay, Taehyung always promises. I’ll keep you warm.

And he does, blankets wrapped tight around Jungkook’s body, Taehyung’s hands sliding over the covers as he keeps checking—Are you tucked in? Are you warm?—until Jungkook giggles and tries to push Taehyung’s hands away, but it’s too late by then, because Taehyung’s already wrapped Jungkook so tight he can’t move.

“I’m trapped,” Jungkook says, just his smiling eyes peeking out from the covers. “You’ve trapped me.”

“I have. You can’t escape.” Taehyung climbs on top of him and kisses Jungkook’s forehead. He’s still listening to the sounds outside, wet tires on pavement as the city comes to life, people going to live their lives, and here he and Jungkook live theirs. Their beautiful, quiet life together. Their forever peace. And while he listens to the rain and streets he’s also listening to Jungkook, his soft voice in the morning, his gentle breathing, his sweet body rustling the covers.

“You’re squishing me,” Jungkook says.

Taehyung dots kisses down Jungkook’s face. Eyebrow, eyebrow. Eyelid, eyelid. Nose. Lips. Soft little kisses.

“I’m squishing you.” Taehyung smooshes Jungkook’s cheeks with one hand, cupping his face, and Jungkook’s lips push into a pout. “I love your lips.”

Jungkook hums, his eyes bow-shaped and smiling, beautiful. “Show me how much.”

They always do this. Taehyung saying, I love this about you, I love that, I love everything, and Jungkook saying, Show me. So Taehyung shows him, this morning just as he does all mornings and all other times of their life. He kisses Jungkook slow and soft. He kisses him whole.

You make me everything I am, he wants to say with it. My happiness. My love. My world. But he’s not good with words, so he pulls the blankets tighter and kisses Jungkook more, until Jungkook squeaks into the kiss and giggles, saying against Taehyung’s lips, “Hyung—” Another laugh. “Hyung, I’m squished. I’m so squished.”

Taehyung laughs too. “I love how you say that. Sqush. My squishy.” He pulls back and boops his fingertip on Jungkook’s nose. His skin is silky-bright in the grey morning, the lingering rainclouds making the light clean and fresh. His tan on the ivory white sheets. His jet-black hair, shining. His pink lips, the way they curve up, half-moon, a peach slice, wet and sweet.

“Your squishy,” Jungkook repeats softly, and then their giggles die down and it’s just Taehyung and Jungkook and the space between their faces, dark eyes seeing deep into each other.

Nothing else.

“Good morning,” Jungkook says after a moment. “Will you release me so I can make us breakfast?”

“Depends. What are you gonna make?”

“What do you want?”

Taehyung pretends to think about it but he always asks Jungkook for the same thing. “Eggs. The way you make them.”

“One sunny side up, one over-easy?”

“Yes.”

“And you heat up the soup and rice?”

“Yes.”

“Good plan. I like it.”

“Race you.” Taehyung hops off Jungkook’s body and runs out of the bedroom, hearing Jungkook scramble to toss the covers off his body, but Taehyung wrapped him up good. He knows all of Jungkook’s angles, his divots, how to secure every inch of him.

He loves these quiet mornings, cool and white, but he also loves the nights, warm, rich. The way they come back together after a long day apart to finally sink into each other again. The I missed you in their kiss, the way every day feels like a reunion after years of being apart, even if it was only a few hours, only a day. Taehyung doesn’t want to say it too often—it feels naked, painfully truthful, like those dreams where you realize you’re naked and feel the frantic embarrassment of being seen—but he knows Jungkook feels it too, not just from the times they’ve said it to each other, but the way their bodies meet. The way Jungkook’s strong fingers dig into his arm, his waist, his pleased hum at the way Taehyung kisses him.

How can something so heady and desperate be so peaceful? The feeling of Jungkook panting against Taehyung’s skin. The feeling of wanting so much, the intense desire, the more, more, please, more. More of you.

Taehyung loves the way Jungkook’s back bows up against his body when Taehyung sinks into him from behind. He loves the way Jungkook shudders and squeezes, so warm and soft, and Taehyung never wants to be anywhere else.

“It’s a crime to keep me from you,” Taehyung murmurs low, lips pushed to the side of Jungkook’s throat. “My everything.”

Jungkook blushes up from his chest to his cheeks, his body hot. “Taehyung,” he says, choked with pleasure and embarrassment. “You’re so—”

“Yeah, I am. I’m gonna move, okay, baby?”

“Yes, please.”

Please. The word rips a growl up Taehyung’s throat. “I love when you say that.”

“Mm. I know. Faster, please.” Jungkook’s expression is soft and smiling, mouth open as he breathes, the rhythm of their bodies pushing his exhales out of him like Taehyung’s stuffing him so full of pleasure and love that there’s no room for anything else in his body. Nothing but Taehyung.

And on top of the mornings and the evenings there’s also the afternoons. So many wonderful moments. Taehyung can’t decide on his favourite. So many moments of always. Of forever. The little dates they go on, the riverside strolls when the weather is nice and the rustic cafes they coop up in when it’s not. The hot summer, the way sweat dips in Jungkook’s collarbones, the way he groans and stretches himself out under the sun and heat. The fall, when Jungkook’s skin glows in the autumn light—my birthday boy, Taehyung gets to say in these times. The winters, when Jungkook’s cheeks and nose go an adorable pink in the cold and Taehyung gets to kiss him silly to warm him up, feeling the way Jungkook’s body shakes with laughter as he does it, saying Hyung, hyung, it tickles.

“The afternoons,” Taehyung murmurs, Jungkook’s hand in his as they look at the flower buds. Some are still brown and dark, but among the greyish branches there are some that stand out stark, bright and whitish pink, opening up first, leading the way for spring to come.

“Hm?” Jungkook squeezes Taehyung’s hand. “What are you thinking about?”

Taehyung squeezes Jungkook’s hand back, warm and solid in his. “I’m thinking about my favourite moments with you.”

Jungkook blinks, those pretty doe eyes, that soft little mouth, and then he smiles. “I like this moment.”

Taehyung smiles. “This is just a normal moment.”

“Mm-hm.” Jungkook moves his hands to hold Taehyung by the elbow and leans his head on Taehyung’s shoulder. “It’s such a nice moment.”

It is. Taehyung kisses the top of Jungkook’s head, flyaways from his lightly styled hair tickling his cheek. What a treasure, to be with Jungkook, always. To have him here. To live this moment, the flowers budding, the snow melting, the world moving.

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crooked-haven · 1 month

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Cake | Taekook Smut 18+

➭ Pairing: 'Top' Kim Taehyung x 'Bottom' Jeon Jungkook

➭ Rating/Genre: Smut 18+, Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

➭ Warnings/Tags: Taekook Husbands, French kissing, Groping, anal, male receiving, teasing, boy on boy, male anatomy, rough, degrading, slapping, unprotected sex, cross dressing, hair pulling, choking, (wear protection irl plz) Jungkook is a brat and whining mess (again).

➭ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are purely coincidental. Also this is my story so please don’t steal!

➭ By: Serendipity_haven (Taexxgukkie & Crooked-haven)

Word Count: 1k

•Author’s POV•

A tall slim figure walked down the carpeted staircase, and quickly rushed to the kitchen. He threw the white laced apron on over his matching white crop top, and pink skirt. This was his favorite outfit, well more like his husband’s favorite outfit. He immediately began grabbing the ingredients he needed from the cabinet, combing through his fluffy black locks, all while mixing up his cake batter. After a few moments, the front door clicked open and in walked his lovely husband, Taehyung. Jungkook too immersed in his cooking didn’t even notice his handsome husband.

Taehyung then walked into their shared living room, sat down on the couch and sighed in despair. He had a tough day at work, he was incredibly stressed and overworked, he even had to fire a few employees today and that always upsets him. He untied his tie, and threw it on the coffee table. He began to get lost in deep thought when the sound of a metal crash caused him to jump up. He ran into the kitchen just in time to see his pretty husband bent over, his plump ass right on display. “Aish~” Jungkook whined in annoyance. He had dropped the batter bowl onto the floor, causing it to go everywhere and make a huge mess.

Taehyung’s breath caught in his throat and he knew exactly how to relieve his stress. Jungkook gasped when he felt arms snake around his waist, he would have been terrified if it wasn’t for the very familiar Gucci fragrance that filled the room. “Tae, I was making you a cake and I ruined it” Jungkook said sadly while melting into Taehyung’s warm touch. Taehyung didn’t answer, just kissed his nape gently. “I really wanted to make you a cake” Jungkook said in a pouty voice. Once again Taehyung didn’t answer and just laced the youngers neck with kisses. “Mmh~ Tae?” Jungkook tilted his head to the side and Taehyung bit his neck and sucked harshly, oh how he missed his warm skin.

Jungkook let out a low moan and turned around to face his husband. “It’s okay Kook, I have a different cake in mind” Jungkook didn’t understand until Taehyung roughly turned him around and bent him over the kitchen counter, lifting his pretty pink skirt up. He roughly squeezed Jungkook’s right ass cheek which caused a little moan from the younger. “Tae!” He said in slight embarrassment, although this isn’t what he had in mind, he wasn’t complaining one bit. Taehyung let out a sigh, this time in contempt. “I have done nothing but worked my ass off, I deserve this cake Kook” Taehyung huffed out followed by a slap against his buns ass. “A-Ahh~ Tae do it again please~”

“Okay, If you say so” Taehyung then proceeded to slap his buns already pink and red ass two more times before hooking his slender fingers on his blue laced panties, yanking them down, exposing Jungkook’s puckering hole. He licked his lips and smirked at the pretty sight, running his fingers against it. Jungkook let out an impatiently soft moan. “I see you have already prepared yourself for me like a good little slut hmm?” He then slid three of his fingers inside the pretty hole with no issue. “Ahh~ I-I just couldn’t help it” Taehyung grabbed the youngers black locks with his left hand, and held the edge of the counter with his right, he then lined up his dick with the soft pink hole, and pressed his chest to the back of his needy baby.

Jungkook squirmed in his embrace, moving his hips to cause friction against his pretty ass. Taehyung leaned forward, biting his buns ear and whispering in his raspy voice. “Beg me again you dirty little cunt.” Jungkook moaned loud. “P-Please fuck me please~” Without any hesitation or warnings, Taehyung snapped his hips forward and bottomed out completely. After a couple of seconds Taehyung stood straight, still keeping his grip on his buns pretty hair and began thrusting in a slow and steady pace, he shut his eyes, rocking his hips and enjoying the feeling of his long dick inside his favorite cake, but the peacefulness soon came to an end when Jungkook started whining, loudly and without his permission.

Taehyung opened his eyes, yanked Jungkook up to partly stand, repositioned his right hand to wrap around snugly against his buns warm throat and spoke harshly. “Did I tell you, you could moan!?” Jungkook gasped but answered nonetheless. “N-No I’m s-sorr-“ he was cut off by Taehyung fastening his thrusts, the jolt pushed him forward against the cold counter and he held himself up by his arms. His face contorted with pleasure and his toes began to curl, he knew for sure he was going to cum if Taehyung continued to use him like he was. Tears threatened to fall down his flushed face, and he tried his best to warn his husband. “I-I c-um-“ Taehyung grunted shoving him forward some more and nearly growled out.

Taehyung gripped the youngers throat tighter and started pounding into him. “Cum right now! Cum on my dick you filthy bitch!” Jungkook’s eyes rolled back in pleasure and he came while choking on his tears, dirtying the counter and his front skirt even more. Taehyung groaned out, he too was close, and to that he continued thrusting himself deep inside his love. Jungkook’s arms and legs gave out causing him to fall forward against the cold countertop and even though his mind was numb from the overstimulation he had a fat smile because he knew what he was about to get. Taehyung bit his lip harshly, and after a few more thrusts he emptied his icing inside his cake. “Ahh~” They moaned at the same time. Taehyung smirked and licked his dry lips and after a few moments of silence he cleared his throat and spoke as he pulled out. “Time to eat my cake”

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A/N:

So first I want to start off by saying, this was supposed to be one of my more detailed smuts, and when I finished this the first time I got a little too excited and accidentally deleted half of the story, so I had to rewrite it from memory and mine is horrible, I will say it's still pretty good, but I am super disappointed in myself, nonetheless I hope you all enjoyed anyways and requests are open.<3

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dearweirdme · 5 months

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Uh, as a Korean American immigrant who has actually lived in Korea as a child, spent time in Korea for vacation and lived in Seoul while studying, this is 100% bullshit.

I really wish people who aren't Korean or don't have any connection to Korean culture would stop commenting in this way and I really wish people would stop taking Korean shippers at their word. A lot of shippers can not be trusted to remain unbiased and honest and that includes K-tkkers as well. Shippers always have and always put their own agenda first. We have all seen how video editors have been able to twist a single moment into something that seems much more and it's no different than what some Korean shippers do with the language.

Jeongguk isn't any more or less formal with Jimin than he is with Taehyung besides the fact that he's a little more teasing with Jimin in a way that could be considered taunting if you dialled it up (and I'm not saying that Jeongguk taunts Jimin. I'm trying to describe what kind of tone it is...more like sibling/close friend. Actually a bit like VMIN but not as much, if you understand what I'm trying to say)

but jkkers will use the fact that Jeongguk often drops the 형 (hyeong) honorific with Jimin but they won't tell you that it's because he jokingly PLAYS up the formality instead. If you listen closely, you will often hears Jeongguk adding 씨 (ssi) at the end of Jimin's name in place of 형 (hyeong). This is essentially calling him Jimin, sir or Mr Jimin.

(To make it clear, Jeongguk does this is a playful manner, not a cold or disrespectful manner and definitely not a sexual one as I've heard some foreigners claim when they find it out )

His language or tone can be very fond at times but this isn't exclusive to any particular member. It's just that shippers will only zoom in on the interactions between members they ship.

As for romantic tone, what are you people hearing, honestly?

Nobody and I mean NOBODY in Bangtan are speaking romantically to each other. Simply because they would never get away with it, making it so obvious. If you hear ANYTHING like that, it will be done in a way to make it obvious that it's a joke or not to be taken seriously.

If there were any romantic overtures at all, it would be done in a way that can be passed off as fanservice since that's considered acceptable and cute within fandoms (though there still a good portion of the GP especially older men who do not like fanservice between idols at all ) You would NOT find it within the language itself. We (Koreans) take language VERY seriously and that is something that would draw the attention of people outside of shippers.

To make it clear, there is none of this 'nuance' between the way Taehyung and Jeongguk speak to each other either.

The closest you will find to that perspective is that they kind of alter their tones with each other in a way that could appear 'couply' if that's what angle you were looking at it from; speaking lower and higher to appear more manly and soft but even then, in Korea this can be put down to a younger brother trying to impress an older brother by appearing more manly or an older brother teasing a younger brother because of the respect/honorific system.

(With all the other 'evidence' I personally considered it from a romantic angle but the point is that it can be viewed a different way)

I'm sorry to tell people but the only people who consider Jikook real or even Taekook real are their shippers. Korea really isn't as progressive as some of you seem to think it is. It's getting better but there's still a whole generation or two who hold onto the old ways and would not tolerate a homosexual couple and there's still a lot of homophobia within the younger generation that would surprise some people. The tide is turning but it's turning slowly I can see it taking a couple more generations at least before we see any sort of significant change. Personally, I think LGBTQ rights in Korea will be led by feminism and that it will be a consequence of women's rights being taken more seriously. I think we're going to have to wait to see a major foothold gained there before the discussion on LGBTQ is even taken seriously. That's just my opinion though.

So if any ship in Bangtan were treating each other or talking to each other in a way that could be considered seriously romantic, we would all know about it because it would be considered a national scandal.

Even when Dispatch highlights Taekook, they do so in a way that falls in line with the concept of fanservice or Dispatch trying to capitalise on their individual popularity by putting them together (like doubling down on their fans, if you understand what I mean)

Being American raised, I do think the fact that Dispatch highlights them so much and specifically focuses on them as a 'couple' rather than playing with the pairings is one of the more suspicious things about Taekook, especially if it is true that Jikook are the more popular couple with the Korean fandom and considering Jimin and Jeongguk are both more popular with K-Army than Taehyung is. (Up until Running Man at least. That gained him a lot of attention and favor with the GP and an older audience and I know his choice of military service would have been received well, especially by older and younger Korean males)

If you pay attention to the actual words passed between these pairings, you will very easily see who spends much time together and doesn't, who is just catching up after some time apart and not, who is pleased to see each other again or who doesn't feel the need to be, who knows more about each other than not. This is the kind of stuff where any 'nuance' lays but I can tell you absolutely that it doesn't lay directly in their language.

Sorry for rambling but it's just really annoying when I see Korean Army manipulating International Army with our language and culture. Yes, there are some nuances that can be missed if you're not familiar with our language and culture but we are all human beings at the end of the day and some understanding between us is universal. A good rule of thumb is that if it isn't coming across in the body language then don't trust it if someone says it's coming across in the verbal language.

If people really want to use language to frame or understand their ship then I would suggest actually learning it so you can be informed yourself rather than trusting the word of biased people. It might not give shippers the results they want but it is a beautiful, poetic language in its own right.

Hi anon!

Thank you very much for this!

#this is what it always seemed like to me #and it’s very nice to hear this from someone who actually knows #thanks anon #straws #ship analysis #taekook

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mrs-monaghan · 7 months

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The only ship jikookers have a reason to be threatened and insecure about is yoonmin. Not taekook, not namkook, not jinkook even. There is nothing going on between yoonmin but you sure as hell there would've been if kook never existed. That's why they like to hate on suga so much

I mean. Look at this moment. They're both being so attentive hanging onto his every word.

Its the way if you find JK lost in Mimi all you have to do is look for Suga and voila! I already showed here where Jimin displayed the Jibooty and the first thing JK did was look at Suga. So even he knows.

Remember when V asked JK if he would choose 5 year old Jimin or 5 Jimin's?

There is a subtle movement there from JK that reminds me of when he used to crack his neck when he was bothered by something. But that aside, if I'm being honest I'm not sure 5 Jimin's would have been his answer if Suga hadn't said that first.

No, Yoonmin is not real. But I can see why some people would think they are. And no, I'm not talking about fuckers like these

Fuck the vermin. I'm talking about genuine Yoonminers who actually see the bond between the 2 men. And of course they have sus moments courtesy of Suga.... oh Suga 🤦🏽‍♀️(poor captain, even he can't compete with Mimi) add the fact that while yes, Jimin's favourite is clearly JK, he is quite soft for Suga too. So there's that.

But provided Jimin never reciprocates, which will never happen, Yoonmin won't ever be real

#we don't talk about Yoonmin #ask shaz #bts ask #jikook bothered #jikook #kookmin #minkook #jimin and jungkook #bts

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ggukkieisintominnie · 6 months

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JIMIN THE FLIRT

and it negative affect on jikook

A baby army phase is the main reason why alot do not believe in jikook, for various reasons spanning from the abundance of Y/Ns scenarios, armyblinks theories and an unhealthy exposure to tkk. Today however my focus is on the Jimin the flirt image.

I became an official ARMY after MOTS7 meaning I was a baby Army during lockdown so plenty of time to go through every YouTube recommendations. So from compilations videos, to performances, to taekook slow- mo edits -you name it I watched every youtube video a baby army in 2020 had to watch. And with all that comes certain and distinct images painted on every member.

Jimin is the flirt of the group, the womanizer and mostly the one to lure for male gazes. Jimin the one that knows his hot and very much loves the attention they give especially the attention coming from the male audience... once you JIM-IN you can't JIM-OUT (😂)

The video I want to highlight on is the access interview about the members favorite body parts... you know the famous clip on which Jimin lusts real hard for the interviewer that slaps his thighs that he loses concentration -yeah that one.

Time skip to December 2020, now I refer to myself as a well established ARMY and get to watch the jikook mma performance and I'm like wow are they beautiful. So yes after that day it was logical (human nature even) to search more on the pair because prior to that they were just known as Jimin the flirt and Jungkook the not-so willing victim because that how they were branded by ARMY.

So the more I watched, the more I realized that there is something different with the pair however as early as my Jikook honeymoon started it ended on February 2021. I stopped trying to degrees deeper meaning to them because... Jimin is the flirt he does it with everyone.

Fortunately pandora opens up again during Jimin's 2021 birthday live (still soft for that Jimin 🥹). That whole conversation of calling Jungkook over is still by far the most domestically romantic shit I have seen on media. Their interaction made one thing clear -there is more to jikook that meet the eye, they are in love.

So down the rabbit hole I go once again however this time not in search of the pairs perfect synergy on stage but for the pairs magical romantic moments. Funny enough I was expecting to see Tkk slow-mo type of edits but I was presented with a jackpot -GCF Tokyo directed by, edited by and filmed by Jungkook.

I was spooked, shocked and amazed that what I just watched was real and not just a fragment of my imagination. So I binged watched more (observation by a non-shipper.) And read about them extensively. A common timeline is established with the most important date being 08/11/15.

And that makes for the triumphant return of the JIMIN EFFECT videos especially the highlighted one. So I couldn't help but ask myself why in the world would Jimin lust over someone when his boyfriend is sitting right next to him??? and why is he such a flirt if he has been in a relationship all this time.

Questions like that came to mind immediately. However once I return to watch all those videos... I laughed at how stupid I am to make such things rise doubts to jikook being real. By this time I am two year old ARMY and aware that the image painted by ARMYs for baby ARMYs to follow aren't all that factual once you actually establish yourself into the fandom.

So yeah the baby army phase takes away validation of Jikook via high dosage of rubbish.

"Jimin is a flirt, he does it with everyone and Jungkook is just a victim of his flirtatious advances." a baby army just recently told me this, I was about to fight them however I realized I was once there but I saw beyond that... Unfortunately not all get to see how special Jungkook is to Jimin.

#bts jimin #bts jungkook #jikook is real #jikook #kookmin #jimin and jungkook really are special

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peachjagiya · 15 days

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https://x.com/carrotaekook/status/1778826446850642001?s=46&t=Xwy3F-OqT2vgT3Xa7r868g

every time i see this moment i think to myself “how is literally just THIS not enough to make ppl believe ??” like straight up while someone else is coming out they’re sitting there looking all coupley and emotional. like LOOK at taehyung w his hand on jk’s head…like WHAT ??? and jk clapping proudly 🫠🫠🫠🫠

https://x.com/carrotaekook/status/1778826446850642001?s=46&t=Xwy3F-OqT2vgT3Xa7r868g

I have only ever seen this without the context of it being during someone coming out! Oh this is so lovely.

I think the unconscious small actions are what say the most. It's not exactly remarkable that he put his hand on JK's head. Like if you explained that to someone else, you'd feel a bit silly? "He put his hand on the top of JK's head!!!!" Feels a tiny bit of a weird thing to find cute right?

But ACTUALLY, the mundanity of it, the fact that it is such an odd little affection, makes it more notable to me. The last ask I got with the essay about how Taekook aren't notable seemed to rely a lot on debunking overt expressions of attraction or love but that's not what it's about for me. It's the LITTLE things. It's just a vibe. Sorry that's not more definable but hand on head during someone else's coming out is couple-y to me in a way I can't quite explain.

JK's cheering and clapping is making me so emotional. I remember reading a Q&A thing where they were all asked what they hated most in life (or something like that) and they all gave funny answers but JKs answer was prejudice. I confess I've had my moments of not exactly grasping JK's character, fooled by the Bighit muscle bunny narrative, but that was a moment of oh wow, you think and feel things so deeply.

Rest assured, once I felt like I got him, there was no going back. I'm first and foremost a "JK is liberal and principled and soft and kind and brave" truther.

Thanks anon! 💜

#my asks #taekook

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trivialovehandles · 1 year

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Omg Pls can you do an either taekook/ jikook squashing

Where Jungkook is gaining weight fast after eating something and suddenly he’s squashing his bf

ngl squashing is a lower-tier kink for me so this is maybe more focused on the rapid wg aspect but? so fun to write (ao3 link! i will be putting all request fics here as well)

Jimin’s learned throughout the years that Jungkook coming home looking sheepish and excited is either a very good thing (see: the day he came home with a puppy who is now no longer a puppy and is currently napping next to the refrigerator) or a very bad thing (see: the day he came home with a bunch of stuff to do stick-and-poke tattoos and now they each have the Hangul for each other’s names on their left ass cheeks forever).

When he breezes through their apartment door today, he’s clearly trying to hide it, but Jimin’s known him long enough to see the telltale signs: his teeth clamped on his lower lip, the excited way he covers his ears with his hands, and the way he keeps spacing out, like he’s thinking of something else.

Jimin doesn’t push for now, too busy finishing their dinner, but he’s sure by the time they’re done eating that Jungkook won’t be able to keep holding it back anyway. Instead, he accepts the kiss Jungkook gives him on his way to change out of his work clothes and pinches his hip affectionately as he leaves.

And he’s right: Jungkook’s only halfway through his first serving of bibimbap when he can’t take it anymore.

“So I found something today,” he says with a mouthful of meat and rice, like the thought couldn’t wait until he swallowed.

Jimin places his chopsticks gently back down so he can give his clearly excited boyfriend his undivided attention. “Oh?”

Jungkook doesn’t stop eating as he talks. “At the pharmacy, when I was getting those blister pads for you—”

Not a very appetizing moment to be reminded of the blisters from his new pointe shoes, but Jimin nods anyway.

“I saw”—Jungkook starts to dig through the oversized pockets of his cargo pants, rattling beneath the table—“these supplements.”

What he pulls out is a small bottle that can’t be holding more than four or five pills. The label has bold writing, terrible graphic design honestly, but Jimin squints across the table and sees GAIN WEIGHT FASTER written beneath the brand name and raises a curious brow.

For the couple of months they’ve been experimenting with Jungkook’s burgeoning weight gain kink and Jimin’s growing love for seeing, well… his love growing, progress has been slow-going. Jungkook laments his current skinny-fat phase near-daily; he wants to be big already, not having to settle for taking it one measly kilo at a time, and there’s only so much Jimin can do to help his boyfriend get extra calories, short of inedibly drowning their food in oil.

Truthfully, Jimin thinks Jungkook looks cute at his current weight, soft and pudgy and barely erring on the side of plump, just bigger enough for it to be a bit noticeable when he’s fully clothed, but he’s also a firm supporter of his boyfriend’s happiness and would never begrudge having more Jungkook, so he plays along. He’s heard of these dubiously legal supplements that claim to make your appetite grow, your metabolism slow down, and the resulting weight flow to more desirable places. He’s fallen down that particular Instagram rabbit hole before—he doesn’t blame Jungkook for wanting to give it a try at least. And hey, good on him for grabbing what seems to be a trial size first. Sound financial decisions look good on a boyfriend.

Jimin leans back in his seat, picking up his chopsticks again. “So it’s like an appetite stimulant? A ‘take it and hope it makes you hungrier and fatter’ kind of thing?”

Jungkook twists the bottle between his fingers, squinting at the small label. “Not exactly. I grabbed it because… well, it made the results seem kind of… instant? Quicker, at the very least?”

He slides the bottle across the table so Jimin can read the label in full. No real drug facts, no specified ingredients, just the promise of quick weight gain, some brief directions, and a generic warning about abusing medication. Rattling in his hands, there really are only a handful of pills inside the glass, which is more like the size of a bottle of facial serum than any supplement Jimin’s ever seen before.

Jungkook fidgets in his seat, radiating nervous excitement. “They only sold them in these tiny bottles, and… I don’t know, I probably just got scammed, but that made it seem more legitimate to me, you know? Like I wouldn’t need to keep taking them all the time?”

Sliding the bottle back, Jimin asks, “Did you ask the pharmacist about them?”

Jungkook shakes his head with a laugh. “I did self-checkout. I wasn’t about to ask someone with a PhD if a sketchy pill was gonna make me fat.”

Jimin can’t help the small snort he lets out as he finishes the end of his dinner. That’s just like Jungkook: impulsive, determined, almost single-minded in his dedication to gain.

After dinner finds them in a familiar position: Jimin comfortable on the couch, Jungkook planted over his lap, the two of them kissing feverishly. Jungkook’s foregone his flannel shirt, shrugging it off before he sat down and now in just his cargos and the t-shirt he’d had beneath that’s well on its way to too small. Meaning that it is too small, but Jungkook insists it still works as an undershirt. Where the t-shirt had been form-fitting before, it now clings to the round distension that is Jungkook’s stomach, sliding up to offer glimpses of his pudgier hips and belly whenever he so much as slightly lifts his arms. He’s not as small as he complains he is, but Jimin’s not about to stop him from letting himself get bigger.

Which must be on Jungkook’s mind too, because as he pulls back from a kiss, the bottle he’d put back into one of his pants’ many, many pockets rattles. He grabs it with one hand, the other keeping Jimin’s in place beneath the stretched hem of his t-shirt, fingers dug into pudge.

“Do you think I should?” Jungkook asks, eyes wide. “It says to take one tablet within an hour of a meal. It’s been… what, 45 minutes?”

Jimin tilts his head, mostly listening while also appreciating the spillage of flesh between his fingers when he squeezes Jungkook’s hips in reply. “Wouldn’t hurt,” he says, pauses, and amends, “Well, might hurt, but we’ll see.”

Jungkook uncaps the bottle, and nothing happens: no hiss of smoke, no immediate waft of poison. He upends a single pill into his hand and looks long and hard at it. It’s just a plain white tablet, indistinguishable from the various painkillers and supplements in their medicine cabinet. He stares at it for a long moment, shrugs, and pops it into his mouth, washing it down with the last sips of his can of Coke from dinner.

And nothing happens. Jimin would know if it did, hands planted firmly on the belly that would be stretching further outward if these pills worked as instantly as Jungkook had hoped, but there’s no budge except for the contraction of muscles when Jungkook swallows his soda. He stares downward, poking himself in the stomach so his fingertip sinks into soft fat, and his shoulders slump.

“I don’t know why I thought it would be instant,” Jungkook grumbles.

Jimin shrugs, moving one hand from his boyfriend’s still-just-pudgy body to card through his curls. “It’s the ‘go big or go home’ in you,” he says, letting his fingers cup a chubby cheek, guiding their faces back together. “Come on, relax. We’ll wait it out, see if anything happens.”

They kiss again, slower. Jimin lets his fingertips keep mapping out the cushioned planes of Jungkook’s body, slipping under his t-shirt and lightly beneath his snug waistband. Jungkook’s skin feels warm to the touch, more than usual, and he keeps squirming, differently to the way he usually does when he’s getting worked up.

“You okay, Jungkookie?” Jimin asks against his heated cheek.

“M’just—ngh—really warm,” Jungkook grumbles, stretching his back this way and that so his belly bucks Jimin’s chest. “Feel kinda bloated.”

Jimin doesn’t notice at first that when Jungkook tugs his t-shirt back down, it doesn’t quite go all the way—he just slides his perpetually cold hands up the back of it, letting them chill the overwarm skin across Jungkook’s spine, pulling him in closer and closer. He doesn’t really notice, either, that the pressure on his thighs is growing stronger, just blindly assuming that Jungkook’s finally relaxed so more of his weight rests on Jimin than on his own legs.

Jimin doesn’t notice anything until Jungkook makes a small grunt above him at the same time his hands start struggling to meet around his middle.

“Hyung,” Jungkook says, awed, a little pained. “Hyung, I think it’s—”

He doesn’t finish his thought, interrupted by a low whine that escapes his lips seemingly of its own volition. His belly juts forward, crowding his lap, pushing into Jimin’s torso, thick and heavy and so warm, so unnaturally warm that this can’t be anything but—

“It’s working,” Jimin finishes for him. “Holy shit.”

“Holy shit is right,” Jungkook gasps as his already too-small shirt continues to slide up his expanding gut, seams straining as his body starts spilling—really spilling, his once-perkily taut stomach now beginning to sag onto his thighs with doughy fat—out of it. He squirms as if pinned down by the constant motion of his body growing outward, trying to scoot his hips backward but instead accidentally grinding down where Jimin’s dick is taking clear interest. “Hyung, hyung, help me get off you, you’re gonna get crushed.”

Jimin does no such thing. He stays put, hands on Jungkook’s ballooning waistline now that it’s all he can really reach without his arms being forced apart by the growth, and moves his hands in slow, deep ministrations. It seems to make Jungkook relax, panic easing as it really hits him what’s happening.

“Hyung, I’m… I’m getting so fucking fat. Look how I keep growing, keep swelling, keep getting fatter. Am I heavy? I bet I’m so fucking heavy on you.”

It’s punctuated with a low creak, the elastic waist of Jungkook’s cargo pants stretched to its limits until finally, the plastic button just barely holding them shut breaks free, careening across the room to clatter against the wood floor somewhere between the living area and the kitchen. Unbidden, the mass of his gut flows through the open V left in the button’s wake, no longer held back by rigid fabric, free to rest on his legs that have blown up to the point of his pants—baggy before—fitting like sausage casings.

And he is heavy—is, quote, so fucking heavy. By the time the stretch and swell of him slows to a halt, Jungkook has to be twice the size he was when he sat down. His shirt that hugged his chubby stomach now barely passes beneath his chest, filled out like a crop top, the seams at the sleeves strained and splitting from Jungkook’s arms that had previously still held some tone and definition now gone flabby. Between his thick arms and his chest grown into plump, protruding tits, his arms don’t lower the way they used to—not like it matters with how Jungkook’s hands map his own body, picking up the upper roll his now double belly and sliding his fat, dimpled hands into the crevice it makes between itself and his lower belly. A lower belly that hangs so far out of his pants that it’s flowing between stocky thighs and pinning Jimin right to the back of the couch.

Not that Jimin’s complaining. He was the one who didn’t budge when Jungkook tried to climb off of him a couple of minutes probably 45 kilograms ago. The weight of him is heavy and grounding and, shit, arousing. He’s been mostly into Jungkook’s weight gain kink in that he probably has a Jungkook kink, attracted to him at all times and all sizes, but a double-sized Jungkook pinning him to the couch… it’s doing a lot for him. He wonders if Jungkook can even feel how Jimin’s rock-hard against his blubbery overhang or if there’s just too much padding in the way.

“Jungkook-ah.” Jimin tugs at one of the many rolls of Jungkook’s stomach—because there are rolls big enough to tug with his whole hand now, to pull him closer. “Baby, lean forward.”

Jungkook, hazy-eyed, seemingly entranced into a fog by his body grown so fat so quickly, blinks heavily a few times. “What do you mean?”

“Lean forward,” Jimin repeats, pulling him in closer. The heavy thighs caging him in and the massive gut pinning his lower half to the back of the couch don’t feel like enough. He needs Jungkook all over him.

Jungkook gets it this time. Hesitantly, checking Jimin’s face beforehand and going gloriously red when Jimin nods and keeps guiding him forward, he leans his upper half against Jimin’s, holding him down further into the couch cushions. In his lap like this, Jimin’s face-height with Jungkook’s chest, his rucked-up t-shirt that pushes up even further with his movements, revealing his chest, fat tits that Jimin buries his face between, biting at the skin, swirling his tongue around a hardened nipple just to hear Jungkook groan in that pained ecstasy that means he’s really into it.

It’s not the easiest to breathe with what’s probably nearly three times his own weight pushing his body down, but it’s easy enough for Jimin to still get worked up, grinding up as much as he can despite the pressure, despite the mass that is now Jungkook jiggling and quivering on top of him. He didn’t start putting in more weightlifting and core-building time when Jungkook decided to get fat for nothing.

By the time Jimin’s seeing white, Jungkook’s emerging from his horny haze too, eyes clearer and more mischievous as he leans back, letting Jimin breathe again. Very deliberately, he’s lifting his gut, dropping it back down—massaging his chest—grabbing the hem of his t-shirt so that it rips straight down the middle with how strained the cotton has become.

Quickly, they catch each other in another kiss. It’s like before, but it’s not—still Jimin and Jungkook, still hot and heavy, but Jungkook keeps having to take breathers, unused to the new weight on his body, and so does Jimin, unused to the new weight on top of his body.

Pulling away, puffing and panting, Jungkook laughs, low and rumbling in a way that makes his whole belly undulate. “Do you think this effect is permanent?” he asks, curious, maybe a little hopeful.

“I don’t know,” Jimin gasps in reply, heart thrumming. “If it’s not, you have a few more pills left.”

A nod. “And if it is?”

Jimin blinks at him through heavy eyes. “Then you still have a few more pills left.”

#bts feederism #chubby bts #fat bts #chubby jungkook #fat bt5 #chubby bt5 #requests #i said i was going to write short request fics and then wrote over 2k... but hey it's still shorter than the 21 days fics

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thetaekookcloset · 2 years

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Anyone have any cute fetus Taekook video recommendations?

Ooh, good question, anon!

I’m not sure exactly what kind of video you’re looking for -- clips, compilations, analysis, etc. -- but I found some good ones.

This is a pretty comprehensive compilation of TK moments from 2013 and 2014, particularly from fan events. A few moments are repeated from different angles and a couple of little bits are weirdly slowed down, but for the most part, it’s just a good one-stop-shop for some old moments basically. I smiled a lot watching it.

Here are some classic TK Bangtan Bombs.

As for analysis, I really like Peachlesslyyy’s timeline series about the early years of TK (though it’s been a while since I’ve watched it). It starts with pre-debut and 2013, and then goes through 2014 and 2015, so lots of good fetus Taekook content.

It’s so interesting and fun going back and watching these old moments. They’ve changed so much as they’ve grown up, but there are some things that have just always been the same.

They were even goofier back then, even more over the top, and generally rougher, I would say. They’ve both become more mellow as they’ve aged, more reserved, and their edges have softened. But Jungkook has always been so enamored, and Tae has always been indulgent, and I am always just soft for it.

If anyone else has any fetus Taekook video recommendations, please share!

#ask #taekook #soft taekook moments

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airblushbts · 9 months

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That's his "taehyungie hyungie hyung" look 🥹😣

So cute 🤧😭🫶

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kookiecrush · 7 months

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I wish taekook would be as loud as yoonmin 😭 i hope they will share their hangouts, too. I’m having butterflies thinking about those yoonmin moments 🥺 Jimin literally spent his birthday eve with Yoongi, like, that’s so romantic 😭 He even prepared hoteok cake for him. 😭 They spent the day before Jimin’s birthday because Jimin would spend his birthday with his family. Ugghhh yoonmin! Taekook please fight back!?

Well, personally, I don't think yoonmin have anything romantic going on, but I do love their relationship so much! 🥺 Yoongi has always been such a big supporter of Jimin, and he definitely seems to have a soft spot when it comes to him. Sometimes, I'll just see him watching Jimin with the fondest look on his face, and it's so sweet! 😭 Yoonmin are known for their bickering, but they have such a soft dynamic to their relationship as well. Yoongi preparing hoteok for Jimin is actually adorable. Where can I find a Yoongi? 😩

As much as I would LOVE more taekook, I completely understand wanting privacy, especially in their situation. I'm grateful for whatever they choose to share with us, and honestly, sometimes putting the clues together ourselves about taekook spending time together is fun 😁

"Taekook fight back?" 😂 Okay, taekook have 24 hours to respond! We'll take a taekook selfie or that karaoke live, please.

#ask #taekook #vkook #yoonmin

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August 5, 2023 -

Jungkook goes live! Fans ask him to play Taehyung’s “Winter Bear.”

Timestamp 1:26:16

I highly encourage you to watch Jk as he watches it. For the first approximately fourteen seconds, he doesn’t blink, eyes fixed on his screen (when the birds fly and Tae is taking photographs).

Throughout watching the MV, Jk will sometimes stare without blinking for a spell (1:27:41-1:27:54, 1:27:58-1:28:14 are two other examples). His gaze is soft, and sometimes his mouth puckers up (the below are two instances of when his mouth softly purses). It’s really sweet to watch. He hums along before starting to toggle between humming and singing the song.

Snippets - https://twitter.com/taekookalbum/status/1687527626464964608?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg

https://twitter.com/_btsmoments_/status/1687528031257350144?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg

And here is a snippet of him not blinking for a length of time - https://twitter.com/moni_butter/status/1687531893913509888?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg

Mona shared a beautiful splice edit of Jk watching Tae’s “Winter Bear” that I would encourage people to watch - https://twitter.com/_k91230v_/status/1687536880760619008?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg

As a friendly reminder, on July 24, 2019, we got a BB of Taekook laying in bed together, watching Tae’s “Winter Bear” MV.

CTTO

Recap (please note I’m unsure if the dog is Jk’s, but at the time of writing, when two of us worked on this blog, we didn’t disclaim disagreements, so it’s left as a statement we didn’t think it was his dog. But in 2023, I can say I’m actually unsure and open to discussions) - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2019/625211404246548480

BB - https://youtu.be/oU_OmKOZtMs

In early August 2019, Jk picks the purple paper, which is revealed to be Tae, who he must award a certificate to. He awards him the poetic and beautiful “I thought you’d be beyond my imagination but then I think again and you’re way beyond my imagination” award, for his work on “Scenery” and “Winter Bear.”

Gifting the award -

Recap (and as has been noted numerous times, utilizing clips and videos doesn’t mean endorsement of the content creator; sometimes, it’s the best I can find to show a moment) - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2019/626871253873082368/early-august-2019

On April 9, 2020, Jimin suggests the maknae line sing “Winter Bear” for Festa 2020. No surprise, the subtitles don’t pick it up, but K ARMY said Jk said, “Ahh it’s my song!”

Recap - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2020/640123827258589184/bts-sing-karaoke-as-part-of-festa-2020-the-maknae

August 2020, BTS film “Break the Silence” commentary.

As members watch the screen, they speculate what the next clip will be, guessing it’ll be France. To their surprise, it’s London, with solo shots of Tae. Yoongi mentions his guitar teacher was in the city at the same time, before Jk excitedly interjects in recognition that Tae filmed his “Winter Bear” MV here. He says this twice, before the song had even started playing (which I find telling), nudging Tae in his excitement. As it airs, Jk continuously praises his style, softly smiles while watching, and sings along (after, it transitions to Tae’s “Singularity” which also gets Jk excited, and has him rub Tae’s head affectionately by the end of the performance!)

Recap - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2020/642468005010407424/august-2020-the-18th-or-a-bit-sooner

Link to Winter Bear on YT - https://youtu.be/pk7ESz6vtyA

As an aside, this has nothing to do with Taekook but I’m obsessed with Jk’s pink microwave😭

CTTO for finding and creating the above collage

#taekook #taekooktimeline #2023 #pink microwaves are precious #closeness #singing #supportive #lives #winter Bear

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miscelunaaa · 2 years

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cuffing szn 3 | knj

pairing: fbi agent!namjoon x soft-bodied/plus-sized female reader

genre: strangers to lovers, an attempt at crack??, little bit of angst, smut

summary: All Namjoon wants is some peace and quiet after a long, shitty day at work. Thanks to a party upstairs and Jungkook’s sticky fingers, he’s stuck with you instead.

rating: 18+ for weighty topics and explicit sexual content

word count: 5.5k

warnings: Swearing, always. Feelings have been caught oops. MUTUAL PINING WHAT HAVE I DONE. Light angst. Getting stood up by a blind date :(. Dance parties involving cheesy pop songs :). Grumpy Namjoon :D. Creative typographical choices because this is my ART. Brotp Taekook. Tae tries to waltz in 6/8 time. Jokes about goth girls! Making out in a public place with no one else around. Lil bit of grinding, lots of tongue, etc. A reminder that Reader’s got a soft body :)

notes: So um first of all, sorry this is early? I think I'm coming down with a bug (already have a PCR test scheduled, so here's hoping it's not covid, I've been playing expert level frogger trying to dodge it) so I want to go ahead and post this a little early juuuuust in case I feel like a hot dumpster on Thursday! And like, idk, I really love this chapter, and I'm excited to share it! I don't think anyone's going to complain about an early arrival :)

notes 2: This comeback is going to be my death and destruction, alright? They look SO good?????? So I’m yeeting this into the void and getting some rest to prepare because oof I am not feeling prepared. I tend to stay pretty absent from socials around comebacks so my responses to feedback may not be immediate but I will get back to you!! Are y’all excited? It’s going to be amazing!

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A week passes, and then another. Namjoon continues to linger in your mind. The ghost of his warmth on your skin, the feeling of him inside you, his flesh against yours … None of it fades.

But it’s not just that. It’s not just physical. It’s the way he checked in that’s really stuck with you. You’ve never had that before, not from a romantic partner at least. Hoseok is good at checking in with you, and so’s Taehyung. After all, you’ve all known each other for so long that you couldn’t escape the need for it. Namjoon had done it after mere hours. There’s a value he had for your comfort. He’d taken you as you were in that moment, and he’d made your body feel good while taking efforts to put you at ease.

There’s some part of him that’s with you, or perhaps you’d left some part of yourself with him. You’re not sure, but you still feel a pull; something keeps tugging your thoughts towards him. As time keeps slogging on for you, you wonder what would happen if you just showed up at his place unannounced, but something holds you back. You’d forgotten to ask for his number, but for that matter, he’d not asked for yours.

You want to let it all go, and you will. You just have to let your mind’s grip relax some, and that just takes time.

Namjoon is still haunted by the things you said to him at the party. Fuck all if you joked that you wanted a lap dance, it’s the shit you’d said before, about people in his line of work. Every time he has to sit in a car for hours on end doing surveillance on some suspected business or household, he thinks about what you said. Every time he has to sit in a meeting, updating senior agents on what he’s seen on observation duty, he thinks about the petulant cant of your hips as you crossed your arms and let your thoughts run wild and free.

He thinks about how you listened to him suddenly offload while you’d sat with him in the stairwell. He’d been a grumpy asshole and you’d still listened to him. He has so rarely ever been given space, even if he’s not thought he deserves it.

And then there was the softness of your body under his, your moans underneath his tongue, the way you’d looked at him after he’d sent you over the edge. He thinks about you all the time, and he cannot seem to stop, even if he wanted to. He thinks about how he’d not traded numbers with you, and feels supremely stupid. Maybe you hadn’t wanted it; you hadn’t asked for it, after all, and he’s not about to push someone if they don’t want him.

He’s so mired in his thoughts about you that he almost misses the email from HR. They’re looking to bring a few people into an established task force that’s investigating some sketchy financial situation. It’s like any other dubious scheme run by men with too much money, but it’s what Namjoon wants to work on. He replies, asking for more information, and signs up for an interview time.

He’s still thinking about you, and how he fucked up a chance to see you again. He’s not about to fuck up a chance to do something better with himself.

To say that your blind date had gone poorly is an understatement. Your coworker had said he was a nice guy, and you’d trusted her. Instead, he’d never showed.

It was sad, really. You couldn’t keep doing this thing where you pined for a man who’d likely forgotten about you by now. It’d been a month, and you were ready to go out and have fun with someone new. Even if you didn’t quite hit it off with this guy, he’d at least help get Namjoon out of your system, even if just for a little bit.

You can’t know if you’re going to hit it off with someone or not if they don’t show up, though. As if this week weren’t hellish enough. Work’d been a nightmare recently, you’ve been yelled at by clients and your boss more than once and you just want to lie under a weighted blanket and not wake up for ten hours. This is just the cherry on top.

This mystery man, your blind date, means nothing to you. He certainly can’t mean anything if you’ve never met him. But the fact that you were so unimportant he decided to just not fucking show up? It sucks. It’s rough. You can’t help but wonder why, but what’s the point?

Which is why you, now a blithering mess, still dressed in your date clothes, have knocked on Taehyung’s door. You don’t need a guy to forget another. You don’t need a date to get over your shit. You need a friend or two and a movie and some hot chocolate.

Namjoon doesn’t bomb interviews. He doesn’t. It’s just not something he does. He doesn’t find talking to people he’s trying to impress difficult, and never really has. He doesn’t have a hard time with the nerves, and he doesn’t have a hard time selling himself to a prospective employer or supervisor. And well, he looks good on paper. His marksmanship is great, his supervisors like him, and his reviews for the past year have been glowing. He needs math, accounting experience, and the ability to work clean and fast. And he has all of that. His brain is detail oriented and catches even the most minute inconsistencies when faced with walls of information. He is the perfect candidate for transferring to the unit.

And then he went and bombed the fucking interview.

He’s not sure what happened. And really, he doesn’t want to think about it. He doesn’t want to think about anything. He wants a hot shower. He wants his bed. He wants to talk to you but, well, just like this promotion, that ship has sailed. He hardly knew you, but he feels like you’d understand, somehow. Instead he’ll have to settle for a reheated dinner from Jungkook and the dark silence of his room instead.

You’re not his to have, and you never were. But you could’ve been his to want. His fuck ups started with missing out on your number. And then they continued; the past month’s been fuck up after fuck up. Maybe this weekend he’ll go out, get you out of his system.

Namjoon can hear it as soon as he steps in the hallway. Party music is thudding down into the space from a certain upstairs neighbor’s unit. It’s always on the days when he wants to be dead to the world. Like tortured clockwork.

It’s as if that asshole knows he’s had a shit day and wants to further make him miserable.

Namjoon unlocks the door to his apartment, almost breaking the key in the lock as he goes. Jungkook’s not home, so he’s got to do all the shit by himself this time. All he does is drop his backpack on the floor before going back out immediately, stomping and slamming doors as he goes.

Taehyung is a sweet and accommodating friend, and it feels like you’ve never been more in need of that energy than this evening. After you’d gotten there, you’d changed into the comfy sweats you keep at his place for spontaneous hang outs. He’d hugged you as you cried. Even his dog, Yeontan, got in on the cuddles.

The thought hits you: a floor down lives a man that you’ve not been able to rid from your mind for the past several weeks. It’s not actually his fault, but it feels like it, in some way. You’re so frayed from this bungled blind date that you’ve got half a mind to march down there and give him a piece of your mind. For a moment, you’re so consumed by your anger and frustration and anxiety that you forgot what got you there in the first place. You’re too keyed up for the chill, restorative evening you thought you wanted and Taehyung can see this. You’re pacing in his living room and angry-crying, for fucks sake. You don’t need something to chill you out, you need to harness this weird energy and shake it out of your system.

So instead, he calls a friend. Some thirty minutes later, Jungkook shows up with a few pizzas and a jug of store-bought lemonade.

“Oh, hey, good to see you! And with pants on, ah I’m so proud!” Jungkook’s sweet, toothy smile so bright it’s almost hard to look at, but he doesn’t act like he’s only ever seen you twice, and one of those moments in a compromising position. He acts like a dear friend. Instead of teasing you further, he wraps you in a big hug before bending down to give Yeontan kisses. “I’m sorry you’ve had a rough week. We’re gonna make it all better, okay?”

You watch as Taehyung gives him the aux cord. He even calls you over to find out what your favorite “shout along with til you cry” songs are, and he adds them all to a playlist while Tae finds plates and cups for the food. He’s so mind numbingly kind without even trying, you want to cry all over again.

“Alright, so I do this after every bad date—"

“Jungkook, you never leave your apartment.”

“Uh, I’m here, am I not??”

“Well, yeah, but—"

“And!! I brought the food. Did. I. Not??”

“Fair,” Tae says as he crosses his arms. “So whatever you’re about to tell us to do is something you do whenever you’re sad, then?”

“Yes, fine, whatever, let me fucking finish—" He closes his eyes and takes a breath. “—Sorry, nice words. I meant that with love.”

“Anyway,” you intone, shifting your weight between your feet.

“ANYWAY,” Jungkook claps. “I really like having solo dance parties when I have a bad day! Sometimes I just turn some music up like really loud and fucking have at it.”

Tae’s nodding as if this is sage advice, but you’re not convinced.

“I don’t really dance though, so this won’t be cathartic? Like I’m not good at dancing. It’ll just be embarrassing.” You point at the little Pomeranian snoozing nearby on a throw pillow. “I don’t want to emotionally scar Yeontan, you know?”

“The point isn’t to be good, it’s to shake the shit out. No one here is going to judge bad dancing and you know that,” Tae shrugs.

Jungkook nods. “Exactly. We’ll start with something easy.”

He fiddles for a moment with his phone, and a guitar riff with a mild delay starts playing over Taehyung’s robust sound system. With a few clicks and the turn of a nob, he’s got the music at the perfect volume to start feeling it and nothing else, just as the pre-chorus finishes.

“Dude, this song is so old,” Tae grins as he starts wiggling, singing along in his soothing baritone as the first verse begins “We were victims of the night, The chemical, physical, kryptonite.”

“Her pick, not mine! But damn, it’s kind of a bop? I forgot it existed.”

The young men go from zero to an eleven out of ten as the song moves into the chorus. You can’t help but giggle as Tae takes your hands and tries to get you to start moving.

“Alright fine, but only if you sing along with me, damn.”

“Way ahead of you, doll.” And Taehyung is on it. With him and Jungkook dancing however the fuck they want, it becomes natural for you to start moving as well, and before you know it, the song is wrapping up and something else entirely is playing.

For the first time in weeks, you’re beginning to feel a little clear. And, for the first time today, you’re beginning to feel a modicum of confidence. Dancing like an idiot with two dudes who wear their love for cheesy pop anthems on their sleeve is proving to feel better than you’d ever expected.

Tae looses his mind to Girls Just Want to Have Fun, Jungkook sings into a TV remote to I Wanna Dance With Somebody. You laugh your way through Never Gonna Give You Up while they scream with glee about living the meme in the flesh. The fresh, effervescent hit of serotonin has your lungs filling like it’s the first time you’ve breathed in weeks.

And then suddenly, after taking a moment to breath, Jungkook snaps, and points at Taehyung. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“More pizza.”

“Yes, and?”

Tae stands stiff as a board. “Uh. More lemonade?”

Jungkook pouts, and taps his phone. Smooth-textured synth chords start quietly playing, crescendoing as the progression moves forward. You recognize it instantly, and so does Taehyung.

“Bro.”

“Dude, I know, it’s fucking PERFECT.”

“No matter how hard I try, you keep pushing me aside, and I can’t break through, there’s no talking to you~” Tae’s smooth baritone sounds like it was made for the song, but Jungkook’s tenor chest voice sounds just as good, just a little different. And then there’s you, not even caring what you sound like at this point. You’re so happy as you sing along with them, you could burst.

Jungkook turns the song up just the first verse finishes.

“Do you beLEIVE IN LIFE aFTER LOVE?? I CANT FEEL SOMEHTING INSIDE ME SAY—"

Through the pounding beat and the, ahem, screaming, you can hear someone start knocking on Tae’s apartment door. He grooves over the door just as Cher leads you out of the chorus, and opens it as she’s beginning the second verse.

Just as you start singing “What am I supposed to do, sit around and wait for you“ you turn to see Namjoon’s tall form standing in the door. He’s wearing a suit, the set of his shoulders heavy, as if he’s just gotten home. When your eyes meet, it’s like you’re struck by lightning.

“Well I can’t do that—"

You freeze, falling silent as every feeling you’ve had the fortune of forgetting for the past hour comes surging back. The feelings well up, and with them, you feel tears threatening to gather as well.

“There’s no turning back."

Jungkook hasn’t noticed that his roommate is standing in the door, it seems, because he’s still dancing and shouting like there’s no one there to judge him. Maybe he’s just immune to Namjoon’s derision. You, however, are not. He looks angry and for what?

“I need time to move on, I need love to feel strong."

You can faintly hear Taehyung saying something to Namjoon under the music, but you’re not sure if the man’s even paying attention. His eyes haven’t left you, you can feel their weight pressing down on you like his body had pressed down on yours weeks before.

“Cause I’ve had time to think it through—"

Namjoon’s stepping through the door. You’re not even sure if your heart is beating anymore. Your name is on his lips, but you can’t hear it. You don’t want to hear it, not in his voice.

“And maybe I’m too good for you. Oh!”

You—you can’t do this. Not after getting stood up by some complete stranger of an asshole whose choices shouldn’t matter to you. Not after thinking about the man standing before you for weeks. You like Namjoon way more than you should, and you can’t fucking do this.

You turn to retreat. It’s what you’re best at, second only to running your mouth. Tae’s bedroom isn’t far; you’ve got a straight shot from where you’re standing in his living room. You make it half way across the room before you feel a hand slip into yours, stopping you from moving further.

The way his hand folds against your own is seared into your memory. You know it’s him before you even muster the courage to turn.

Namjoon murmurs your name. You can’t get yourself to turn to look at him? Why the fuck are you crying? This is so embarrassing.

“Would you just look at me? Please?” His voice is low and warm. It’s not a command at all; it feels like a plea. It’s so hard to turn to face him, and yet the quiet, distressed tone makes it all the easier.

“What do you want, Namjoon?” you ask, your voice catching in your throat and cracking.

“I—" He bites his lip. “I’ve been thinking about you.”

Before you can answer, the music suddenly changes. A low bass overlaid by a minimalist, twangy guitar riff and shimmery synth floats through the air.

“B R O,” Taehyung groans. He picks up Yeontan, who huffs in protest, and starts dancing a clumsy waltz.

“I K N O W,” Jungkook says back. They both have very serious looks on their faces, even as one dreamily sways his hips while the other tries to match an ill fated waltz to the 6/8 time, much to the derision of his canine partner.

“Girl you know we belong together.“

Namjoon’ throws a glare at the dancing men. “Do you numbfucks mind?”

“I don't have no time for you to be playing with my heart like this.“

“No.” Jungkook and Taehyung say in unison, without looking up from their respective grooves. Jungkook continues, “We’re just trying to set the mood.”

Namjoon’s jaw tightens, along with his grip on your hand. You squeeze it back with an inward sigh.

“Do you want to talk somewhere quiet?” you ask.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.”

“You know, he acts like he hasn’t gotten trashed at karaoke to that song. And I think that’s a problem,” Jungkook says as he scrolls through his app to queue up more music. He’s still swaying to “End of the Road” as it plays and then fades out.

“He’s so straight-laced that it borders on disturbing,” Taehyung replies as he sets Yeontan down and takes a piece of pizza, now cold, from the box on his coffee table. “She loves guys like that for some reason. Just loves a dude who barely knows how to have fun. I don’t get it.”

“Eh, I can see it. Namjoon’s got a thing for people who don’t take his shit. You should have heard what she said to him at the bachelor party.”

“Oh, she told me. She was doing that thing where she couldn’t stop talking and just let shit out because she was nervous because … I mean, fucking look at him. Not that anything she said was wrong, but I doubt anyone would recommend talking like that to a stranger unprompted. And he still ended up liking her,” Tae grumbles. “Now she’s insisting that she’s not hung up on him. Which, clearly, not the case at all.”

Jungkook grimaces. “Ouch. He’s been so irritable recently and I think his crush is part of the reason. He was so pissed at himself for not getting her number.”

“Yeah she wasn’t happy about forgetting either. They might’ve managed to be more organized if you hadn’t interrupted them,” Tae says between chews.

“I barely remember it, to be honest. I saved all my memory bandwidth for that night on remembering making out with Yoongi.”

“Right! He says hi, by the way. He was there when I picked Jimin up from the dance club the other night.”

“I should call him.” Jungkook sinks into the couch after grabbing a slice of pizza with a wistful look on his face. He hardly notices Tae’s dog as he hops into his lap. “You know, thinking about it, Namjoon could’ve just asked you for her number.”

Taehyung shrugs. “He could’ve asked you to ask me to give it to you so you could give it to him. Wouldn’t have been hard.”

“And she could’ve done the same on her end too,” Jungkook chuckles to himself. “Amazing.”

“So, we’re in agreement then?”

“They’re both idiots and they deserve each other? Or—” He pauses thoughtfully. He runs his fingers mindlessly over Yeontan’s coat. “That we’re the real idiots for not facilitating it?”

Taehyung raises his glass of lemonade. “Yes. Yes to all, my bro. Anyway, let’s call Yoongi and Jimin over. I’m getting bored already without anyone around to tease.”

The stairwell is neutral ground. In the stairwell, you can talk freely, without being encumbered by how a space can feel like him, or anyone else for that matter. And, blessedly, it’s quiet.

“Another rough day at work?” you ask.

Namjoon is sitting two steps down from you, his side brushing against your leg as he sighs and rubs his face with his hands.

“It’s been a long few weeks, to be honest.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

For a moment, neither of you say anything. You notice that he hasn’t pulled away from you, instead letting himself rest, just barely touching you. It doesn’t feel like enough.

“What about you?” he asks, turning to face you. His knees bump into your shins but he doesn’t move them away. It’s still not enough. “You were really upset back there. Is everything alright?”

“It’s nothing.”

Namjoon scoffs lightly, and gives you a knowing look. You feel his dark eyes lingering on your sticky, tear-stained cheeks. “It wasn’t nothing. You don’t have to talk about it but you shouldn’t devalue your feelings.”

“So what happened at work?” You take the chance to talk about him instead. It’s preferable to letting him see the insecure side of you, the one that cries over a bungled blind date, versus the one that he’s seen, the woman who freely insulted him to his face and got away with it. For a moment you’re concerned he won’t take the bait, but he finally sighs.

“I got to interview for a promotion to a different task force.“ His face tightens and he closes his eyes. “It went poorly. The guy interviewing me was disinterested and he was on his phone the whole time. Nothing I said could get more than a grunt out of him. It was so bad. And I know that other agents had an easier time. I didn’t even get a chance.”

“Mm, I’m sorry. That’s so difficult.” You have to fight to reach out and put a hand on his shoulder.

“It is what it is. There’s nothing I can do about it. I’m just so fucking tired of meaningless busy work.” You watch as he leans forward, letting his forehead come to rest on your knee. You can smell the lingering base notes of his cologne wafting up from his neck. “Is this alright? I should have asked first.”

“It’s fine, Namjoon,” you say, letting your hand move to his shoulder. “I appreciate the checking in and the asking, but we’ve already kind of had sex? I’m okay with you touching me if you are.”

He hums. You can feel him relax a little as you rub your fingertips into his shoulder. The vibration of his voice travels easily through his body to your hand. “I know you don’t want to talk about it, and you still don’t have to, but I want you to know I’ll listen if you’ll let me, for what it’s worth.”

You chew on your lip. You know you need to open up. You know that dancing it off has helped only a little. And yet, it’s so hard to let yourself open up to him. You don’t want him to think you’re needy, or clingy, or any other word you’ve been called before. You want him to think you’re effortless and unbothered. But then, out of everything, you’d still rather be thought of as honest and forthcoming.

“Um, well,” you sigh, your fingers nervously picking at your cuticles. “I haven’t dated in a while, so I thought it was time to try again.”

Namjoon looks at you expectantly. His chin rests on your knee, and you can feel his hand mindlessly playing with the cuff of your sweatpants, brushing against the ticklish skin of your ankle. You’re not sure if you’re ready to tell him about how much he’s lingered in your mind.

You take a deep breath. “So a friend set me up on a blind date. And he stood me up. I’m really embarrassed, but I’m even more embarrassed about the fact that I was upset about it.”

“Was that why you were dancing to Cher in Taehyung’s living room?” There’s a smile on his lips. His dimples are fighting to appear, but he suppresses the smile so they’re barely even there. Just enough of a hint to irritate you but not so much so that they ruin your life.

“Yeah. Not my best moment.”

“I don’t know about that. The song’s good and it was kind of cute. You’re a goth girl, so irony’s your thing, right? What’s more ironic than liking nineties pop bangers while being kind of goth?”

“You jerk!” you groan, lightly shoving him. He hardly moves at all. He’s too solid for you to really make your point, but he rolls his head a little, exaggerating his reaction to the shove.

“Ooo I’m so insulted,” Namjoon says as he sits up and straightens. “You really got me with that one.”

“You’re insufferable. I’m trying to be vulnerable and you’re teasing me,” you pout. It’s hard to keep the frown when he starts smiling and leaning into your space.

“I’m not teasing you, I’m just stating facts.”

“I’m not a goth! I just like wearing black and a lot of it all at once!”

“Fine, if you say you’re not goth or emo or whatever then fine, you’re not. But you are cute, and I’d be hard-pressed to have my mind changed about that.”

The hand he was using to play with your sweats is now running fingers along the the knob of your ankle, softly dipping into the curve near the tendon at the back, and then around to the ankle bone again. A shiver runs down your spine. He’s close enough to that you can feel the body heat seeping out of his suit. He must be so warm; you just want to rip it off and watch the cool air raise goosebumps on his skin.

Your eyes can’t settle anywhere on his face. You try to look into his eyes but it’s too much; your eyes dip to his lips, and well, the urge to bite them is too much, so then you look back up at his eyes and start the process anew.

You swallow thickly. “You think I’m cute?”

“Yes,” he says plainly. His eyes are doing it too, you notice. He keeps staring at your mouth. “I think you’re a lot of things.”

“Like what?” you ask.

“I don’t know if you’re ready to hear me say some of them out loud.”

You’re ready to melt down the stairs.

With a trembling hand, you reach forward, taking his tie in your hands. He watches with wide eyes, and you’re glad for it. If he was staring you down as you pulled him toward you, you’d probably loose your nerve. Even so, you yank a little too hard, and he laughs in surprise.

“Slow down, baby, just—”

Before you can hide your face in your hands in embarrassment, he has them in his grasp, pulling you down the steps steps that separate you. Suddenly, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, you’re straddling his thick thighs with your own. Your palms rest on his shoulders, his on your waist. The change in position feels close. Intimate. Natural.

“There,” he murmurs, his eyes flickering down to your mouth, his breath shuddering as it leaves him. “Perfect.”

You move a palm to his chest, and feel his heart beating wildly against his ribs. In the quiet of the stairwell, you can feel how it beats along with your own.

“Perfect,” you whisper back.

And then you gently tug on his tie, and try again.

Kissing Namjoon again is like putting on a garment you forgot you had. It’s clear you liked it because it looks like something you’d like to wear, but it just got pushed to the side or the back of the drawer, and you almost forgot how it felt to wear. When you put it on, for the first time in however long, it fits in all the ways you love. It makes you feel good. He makes you feel good. You don’t want to stop kissing him, ever, in the same way you fret about a favorite garment eventually wearing out. What happens if he grows bored? What happens if you can’t fix the tear?

The advantage to kissing Namjoon is that he’s not a sweater, and he’s not about to get pushed aside in the drawer; not with the way his tongue sinks into your mouth or the way his hands drift down from your waist to grip your hips. He makes you feel incredible. What were you thinking about again?

His legs spread, pushing you into his chest, your own legs spreading in the process. The soft, rolling curves of your body mold into the firm lines of his. His hands palm at your ass, feeling how the flesh fills them, and he uses the leverage to pull you even closer.

He’s half hard already, just from this. You can feel yourself clench as he groans at the feeling your core against his his own. You grind down on him, just a little, just to see what happens. The muscles in Namjoon’s body tense, and you could swear you feel his cock twitch against you. When you do it again, with a little more confidence this time, he whimpers into your mouth. His hands slip under the hem of your hoodie, fingers skating around your waist, trying to hold you close as his own hips start working. It might be a little stilted, because of the limitations of sitting on the stairs, but his desire to be closer to you remains. The grind of his pelvis against yours has you sighing and keening into his kisses quietly. He tongues at your mouth, his fingertips brushing against your heated flesh. It’s fervent, it’s heady, it’s everything.

He nips at your bottom lip as he abruptly pulls away. His breath shakes as he stills beneath you. Instead it turning up the heat any further, he lets it simmer as he rests his forehead against yours. You whine in frustration; it seems hardly fair that you’ve wound each other up, just to stop.

“I need a minute,” he says, his hot breath fanning over your face.

“Okay. We should probably go somewhere else if we want to continue anyway.”

“Mmhm.” He’s so quiet, so suddenly still, that you’re almost concerned you’ve done something wrong. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. Wanna get it right this time.”

“Does your bedroom door have a lock?” you joke. Namjoon wordlessly nods, before pulling back with a sigh and running a hand through his dark hair.

“I want to talk some more too. I—I’ve got a lot of thoughts buzzing around and I want to keep my head clear,” he says. There’s tension underpinning his tone. It’s like he’s hesitating, or trying to hold back.

“Hey.” You cup his face with your hand. His eyes meet yours as your run your thumb over the smooth plane of his cheekbone. Your heart trills in your chest. “I’ve been thinking about you too, you know.”

Namjoon’s full lips part for a moment, as if he’s about to say something, but nothing comes. Slowly, he lets relief surface in his features, letting a slow breath out as he relaxes. He moves his hands again, clasping them behind your back to keep you close. Finally, he asks:

“Is that why you tried going on a blind date?”

“Yeah. I hate to admit it, but yeah. I was hoping that I could just get over the lingering attachment. It felt really stupid to still be hung up on you, even after a few weeks.” You feel the weight beginning to lift from your shoulders as you talk about how you feel. You don’t understand why you thought keeping the matter mum was a good idea; Namjoon wouldn’t judge you for something like that. “Instead, I got to see you. It’s what I really wanted in the end.”

“Have I mentioned yet that I’m really glad that asshole didn’t show?” He leans into your touch and murmurs, “I know it was upsetting for you and I hate that the whole situation made you feel that way, but I’m also a selfish dick. I want you for myself.”

“I’m not sure it counts as selfish if I want the same thing.”

“Noted.” He turns his head and kisses your palm. He moves his jaw to kiss the skin again but this time, his tongue drags along the fine lines etched there. You shiver when he makes eye contact; he looks like he’s ready to rip you apart. This man turns on a dime and you like it far too much for your own good. “We should head down.”

“Lead the way.”

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posted: 6.7.2022

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