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R Town | Ch.21

Jin x FemOc

word count: 5k

POV: Juliet

Warnings: Vaginal sex, Prostitution, Blood, Assault, Physical fighting, Depression, Heavy petting, Rape/Non-con (implied).

Index | Ch.22

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When I was a little girl, my mother taught me two things. The first thing is to never let anyone know they affected you emotionally. Basically, be a hard shell and never let anyone in. The second thing is, money is everything. This is the part where you understand me more. My mother only married my father for money, and then when he died of a heart attack, she married his brother for more money.

I was taught all my tricks by my mother. I learned how to flirt when I was five, and I was an expert in french kissing by the time I turned ten. To my mother, I lost my virginity late, and to the wrong person. I was fifteen, and she considered him not someone who deserved it, since his family was middle class. That's when I learned that sex could be used as a weapon. A weapon to make any man fall in love with you, and want to pile money and jewels at your feet

But even with that advice drilled into my mind, I never thought I would find myself here. Bent over a red, sticky, couch getting fucked from behind by a fifty-something-year-old man.

"So good~" The old man says as he holds my hips and drills into me with his two-inch shriveled cock.

I drop my head, not even caring about getting this man off with some fake moaning shit. This is a life I never pictured for myself. Having sex with old men for a lousy hundred dollars that I don't even get a hundred percent of. On top of that, I never expected to not be okay with it. The only reason I took up prostitution is that the owner waved the "loads of money" I'll be making in my face on the first day. Turns out it was just a ploy to get in my pants, and after that, the most I've made for having sex with someone here is fifty dollars.

The old guy smacks my ass, making me leap forward, and I feel disgusted when I hear the guy cough all over my back. Some of his spit landing on my skin.

I feel the first tear of the night drop out of my eyes. I watch it fall and darken the red velvet couch underneath me. I used to never care about any of this. I didn't give a shit about the guys I fucked, just the money they gave me. But now I know what it's like to love someone and be loved. The great sex is just a bonus. I now know what it's like to not care about a guy's money, and just want to be with him to... be with him.

I always had a feeling in the back of my mind throughout the years that Jin would be the person to turn me. To turn me into a girl that wanted to feel loved by the right person, but also not care about the money in their bank account. He was just so gentle with me. He treated me like a fucking queen, and truthfully he always has. Not caring about the rumors going around about me or the mistakes I've made. Jin has always seen me for me and focused on the positives about me.

That's why I left. I left the comfort of his bed that morning, looking at his wildly handsome face, knowing I'm going to crave him and the life he's offering me for the rest of my life. That every time I'm with another guy, for money or just another one of my schemes, no one is going to make me feel as safe and as good as Jin did.

But I left nonetheless because even though I knew Jin could help me, I also knew I wasn't right for him. He may be able to put all my bad deeds aside, but I would hate to come into his life and ruin it because of my reputation. I want to protect him at all costs.

I also don't want to know what Felix will do if he loses me. Not that Felix actually gives a shit about me, but Daisy has shared enough horror stories of girls he "likes" leaving. They all end up gone. Like, either dead or sold type of gone. It's even worse if they left for another man because then that guy disappears into thin air, while the girl just ends up right back at the club. If I'm being honest here, the threats of Felix coming after me don't scare me as much as Felix going after Jin does. That's what has me staying here instead of quitting and being with Jin in the first place. I don't want Jin to be mixed up in any trouble if I were to leave the prostitution life.

Jin might not care, but I do. Jin might agree to support me, but I wouldn't want that type of life with him. If I were to be with Jin, I would want it all to be perfect for him... and I'm less than perfect.

Example number 1:

"Fuck, your so tight! - Call me daddy. I get off to when young girls like yourself call me daddy."

I roll my eyes and say in the fakest horny voice known to man, "Yes, daddy. You feel sooooo good, daddy."

"Oh fuck! I think I'm - I'm..." I feel the old dude's cum fill me up inside, and I look underneath me to see not only see his cum drip down my legs but my own blood too. I breathe in through my nose, and try to stop myself from crying uncontrollably at the sight.

This is what happens when you don't get the girl wet first! And I'm dry as a fucking desert. Not that many guys could get me wet anyway... but Jin did.

Before I could go back down that rabbit hole of missing the only person that's ever respected me, the old guy takes himself out of me and pushes me forward, so I fall over the booth.

I look at him with the evilest of eyes, "What the fuck man!"

Instead of saying anything, he just looks me up and down like I'm a piece of shit like he didn't just blow his load inside of me, and throws money at me. The money bounces off of my chest, falling all over the floor.

I only look at the money for a few seconds before I'm staring daggers at the guy. A few dollars is definitely not worth this. "You fucking asshole!"

I guess that went to far for the old man because instead of walking away or just ignoring me, he spits in my fucking face. "Have some class, whore!"

I don't even care about the whore comment, but this mother fucker just spit in my fucking face. It wasn't just a little spit either! I had to wipe my eyes because of the yellow substance, like, fucking ew. When I open my eyes after finally getting the old man's spit out of my eyes, I realize he's left the room.

Oh no, he fucking didn't! I'm Juliet. You don't walk away from Juliet after doing some shit like that!

I quickly put my laced mini skirt back on, adjust my bra so it was back to covering me fully, then I run out of the room. I'm looking around frantic for the fucker, and to my luck, instead of leaving the club, the asshole went to the bar. I stomp my way over there, ignoring the catcalls from all the pervs in the club until I'm standing right next to the man. The bartender just poured the guy a glass of some oil-looking shit, and right before the glass touches his lips I snatch the glass out of his hand.

"What the fuck bitch!"

A bitch? I'll show you a fucking bitch! I splash the alcohol all over the guy's face. The guy is so shocked has jaw hangs open, so for an extra petty measure, I spit in his open mouth.

"Who's the classy whore now, pickle dick!" I go to walk away, feeling victorious that I just showed this guy what's what, but then the guy grabs onto my arm. "Get the fuck off of me!" But of course, the guy doesn't listen, and instead, he tightens the hold onto my arm. Making me wince out in pain.

I think he's about to hit me or say a bunch of cruel profanities, but before he can even sputter a word, a hand gets gripped onto his shoulder. The old man gets thrown out of his seat, and I scream when his assailant punches the guy square in the face. Almost knocking him completely out onto the floor.

"Didn't your mama ever teach you not to touch a girl without her permission?" My savior says to the almost unconscious old man on the floor. Before he turns around, I know exactly who my savior is. The savior's face has been taking up my thoughts since I left his bed two weeks ago.

Jin turns around, and because he's such a little - handsome, kind, perfect - bitch he raises a questioning eyebrow at me. I don't let him question me at all, though. I meant what I said when I told him to stay away from me. Even though my stomach is doing front and back flips from just being in the same vicinity as him, I'm standing by my words. I'm not good for him, and if he won't stay away from me, I'll stay away from him.

I turn around and speed walk all the way to the back room. The room all the girls and guys use to get changed. Jin calls after me, but I completely ignore him as I walk into the room and shut the door behind me.

I know Felix or his guards wouldn't give a shit if a guy barged inside, but Jin isn't an asshole like the rest of them. Jin doesn't come inside, and I waste the rest of my shift sitting in this room crying.

Crying for my heart aching to see him, and crying for the fact I'll never allow myself to be with him.

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When midnight comes around, I get changed and wipe off the rest of my makeup that my tears didn't take off. There's no way Jim stayed a whole two hours waiting for me, I'm not worth that kind of patience, but to my fucking surprise, once I open the bloody door Jin is standing there leaning against the opposite wall. He has his muscular arms crossed against his chest, and a pantie-dropping smirk plastered on his face. Looking like a fucking king without even trying.

"Un-fucking-... Jin! What are you doing here?"

Jin leans closer to me, the music now on full blast at the club since it's after midnight, and he yells into my ear, "I'm looking for you! We need to talk."

I breathe into my nose in annoyance, but that ends up backfiring because I smell Jin's applewood cologne. It's a type of cologne you can find at Walmart, but Jin's been using it for so long that he never felt the need for an upgrade. It's also one of my favorite scents on guys... or at least... on Jin.

Jin pulls away from my ear but doesn't stand back up straight. He keeps his face level with mine, and he's so close it's making my heart want to beat out of my chest. Any other person I would just tell them to fuck off, but since it's Jin, and his smell and close proximity has my body going through a frenzy, I ask, "About what?"

Jin looks around, and I take this time to admire the man I've recently realized I would literally lay myself on the train tracks for. His jaw is sharp, and the purple hue from the lights coming down on it is making me want to lick the curve. His full lips rub together in concentration, making me want to pull his face until our lips join and I get to feel the pillowy softness I've been craving. When Jin turns back to look at me, I want to fall into him. Everything about Jin is just so... gorgeous.

"Do you really have to ask?" Of course, I know what Jin wants to talk about. He wants to talk about taking care of me and taking me out of this life. Instead of saying anything, I bite my lip and look away. Me ignoring the question has Jin then talking closely to my ear again, "Can we go outside?"

I pick my head up, making our noses bump together while he was leaning away. Staring up into his eyes this closely has me saying anything but no.

"Yeah... sure, Jin."

When we get outside, my ears are ringing. I don't know if it was from the predominantly loud music tonight or the pressure of this conversation we're about to have. When the door closes behind us, I put my hands into my jacket pockets and lean against the door. Unlike before, Jin stands a good distance away from me. His smell and close proximity no longer making my brain go in directions it shouldn't be going in.

"You know what I'm going to say, Juliet." Jin starts off. "And in a way, you know I'm right too. This isn't a place you should be working at."

"That's easy for you to say. Unlike you, I didn't have dreams as a child that could be easily made. Instead, I had a mother like mine."

Jin knows about my mother. He's the one that arrested her years back for trying to sell child pornography that her now ex-husband, my uncle, bribed her to sell. He also knows I wasn't exactly raised right since he was there through all my teenage years when my mother started to really condition me into the lifestyle I've been living. To put Jin's feelings for my mother simply, he hates her.

"That's not a good excuse for you to stay. You know I would never judge you." I close my eyes, not wanting to see Jin's desperate but beautiful-looking face. "I can tell your scared about Felix, but I can help you get out of this life."

I feel Jin's finger move a stray piece of my hair out of my face to behind my ear. The once again close proximity making my stomach have butterflies, but I don't allow my eyes to open. Not even when I feel his comforting hand on my cheek.

"Please, Juliet. Let me help you." I don't answer. "Why won't you answer me!"

I cringe when I hear Jin start to get mad. The worst thing that could happen to me right now is for him to walk out of my life, but I know it's what needs to be done.

I stand my ground in silence until I feel his soft lips touch mine in the softest of kisses. It's so light I barely feel it, but when I feel him detach our lip I instantly crave more. My eyes flutter open to find Jin still holding my cheek and leaning our foreheads together. The sight of him above me makes me want to break all my barriers and just... do it! Just be happy with him, and be selfish! I've been selfish so much in the past, so why can't I be selfish about being in actual love now?

Because it's Jin, I remind myself. It's Jin, and he deserves way better. Not that I deserve to be basically stuck in a life of prostitution, but even if I never agreed to it, Jin would still not deserve a broken doll-like me when he could have any pick at the untouched Barbies in this town.

"Jin-... I-"

"Don't." Jin interrupts me. "Don't break my heart again."

Fuck!

I'm a fucking asshole!

"Don't put it like that," I somehow manage to counteract.

"How else am I supposed to put the girl I've had a ongoing crush on for years leaving my bed with a note that said for me to forget everything about her?" His words should sting me, but they have no fire to them. Only truth. Jin moves his hand from my cheek to comb through my hair until it's lightly gripping at the back of my head. "And even if... how could she ever expect me to forget about her?"

Fuck it! The selfish route it is!

Jin's words slice my stance on this matter right in fucking half. I grab onto the back of his head and smash our lips together. My lips have craved his for too long, and by the way he's kissing me back I know he's feeling the same way.

It's messy and full of spit, tongues, and lip-smacking, but it's fucking needed! Who am I to think I could ever resist him? I had a feeling Jin always had feelings for me, but I was too obsessed with following in my terrible role model of a mother's footsteps to let myself live a good life by following those feelings. Until now, I never expected him to admit them to me though. I never wanted him to because then I would be facing this reality. The reality where I would fall madly in love with Jin Kim.

And the person I'm madly in love with has me moaning into his mouth when one of his hands picks me up by my thighs and slaps my back against the metal door. This is a totally different Jin from last time. This Jin is passionate and rough, and wanting to fill my soul with all things him.

His lips slide off my lips and go to my neck. I'm breathing out moans as I feel his quickly growing erection grind against the center of my core. The only thing stopping us from going all the way is my thin leggings and his tight jeans. Something I'm going to think about rectifying soon.

Jin somehow is able to keep me held in the air while he uses both hands to rip the top three bottoms off my shirt, making me gasp. He supports me in the air by putting one hand back on my thigh, while the other starts pawing at my bra-covered breast. When he starts biting at the top fat of my other one, I'm wiping my head back in ecstasy against the metal door.

As amazing as he's making me feel, I wish my ears didn't somehow pick up the music from inside the club at that moment. Reminding me, once again, that I'm not right for him. That my life is forever going to be inside clubs like these, with old man jizz dripping out of my cunt. Just the thought of Jin touching me there now, after someone I didn't want fucked me, makes me feel dirty. I don't want Jin to be dirty like me.

As much as I don't want to admit it, and I won't tell him directly, I need to get away from him. I want Jin to have a good life... and he can't do that if I'm around.

"J-Jin. Can we-" I feel Jin grind against me again, making me hesitate my words, and I feel a tear run down my face. I wipe it away quickly, then pull his face out of my boobs by his hair. "C-can we stop, please?"

It takes Jin a few seconds to register my words, but then he's cracking out, "Of course!" And then slowly lowering me back down. Jin, being the gentleman that he is, helps me button my shirt back up. With tender hands he cups my face, staring at me with a small smile. "You okay?"

I try to be brave. I try to be brave for Jin and grow the biggest fake smile I can muster. "Y-yeah! It's just... I don't really wanna do that here, and... it is kinda late." I'm making up the stupidest excuses in the world, and I know Jin is noticing my excuses are very what they are: not true.

In any other universe where I don't care about Jin more than myself, I would let him fuck me anywhere and anytime he wanted; but sadly, this is not that universe. This is the universe where I love Jin so much, that I'm willing to sacrifice my own happiness for his soon-to-be better life.

Jin raises a non-believing eyebrow at me. "You sure?"

I'm in no way an actor, but I giggle at him and try to put on my normal Juliet attitude when I say, "Yes, Jin. Stop being all Mr. Detective. I promise you, I'm fine."

Jin still looks like he doesn't believe me, but he eventually nods his head. "Can you text me in the morning then, so we can talk?"

And I respond by lying through my smiling teeth, "Sure."

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Not only did I lie to Jin last night, but I also made sure he had no way of contacting me by blocking his number. I also stayed up all last night packing and pacing as I debated my plan.

If Jin is going to be happy, he can't have me around anymore. I know Felix will probably be beyond pissed, but that's why I don't go to M for help with this. Not because I don't trust her, we actually have been getting pretty close. Every time she works besides Felix it's like a breath of fresh air. She makes sure everything is followed by the guidelines, and anytime some bitch boy breaks them she has security throw them out.

There's also the fact that she's actually a cool fucking chick. She's not a pushy boss, but also that type of boss that anyone could go to with their problems. I went to her with a few problems... Jin being one of them, in the past. M gave me the night off after I was pouring my sorrows into her lap while we were in her office.

I know after I said all this, you're probably wondering, so why the fuck can't I go to her? Well! Along with my sorrows, M has opened up to me about a few things in her life. One of those things is her phone is monitored by her husband. Any texts or calls she gets go straight to Felix after her. Felix is an even more possessive, and terrible husband because of it.

So, I message the next best thing at seven in the morning...

I get a knock at my practically empty shitty apartment door at half-past seven. I quickly run to the door and shove a bewildered-looking Daisy through my front door.

"Okay, you need to explain, like, porto-fucking-via why your doing this?"

Ever since Daisy quit her job at Lee club to be with Namjoon, I haven't been able to fill her in on my life. Daisy and I actually became really good friends after that first night. She was the one to help me off the literal ground that night, and wash all the regret down the drain from all the guys I let - if we can even call it let - touch me the way they did. Since then, I and Daisy have been thick as thieves.

So, without hesitation, I tell her everything. How I realized I was in love with Jin, the amazing sex (not going too much into detail), how he promised to help me as Namjoon did for her, and how he found me last night at the club. But, even after explaining basically all the reasons why I shouldn't be leaving town, I explain to her why I am.

"... I know your going to call me ridiculous, but I'm not actually that great of a person. Before my job, I legit married a guy for money. Tried to ruin his new relationship even because I was to petty that I was found out. I cheated on him with a guy I was planning to divorce him for too. But not for fucking love. I wanted to marry him because he was the second richest guy in town-"

"Wait, wait, wait! Your talking about Jungkook?!"

I look at Daisy in disbelief. "Out of everything I just said that's what your questioning?"

"It's just- I mean- I know someone... um." Daisy sputters out weird explanations for my question, but before I could question her further, she says, "Never mind. Continue."

I roll my eyes but do just that. "Jin deserves someone better then me, is my point. But I know he's stubborn, and he won't let the truth about me break the way he sees me, but... he also doesn't know about a lot of it. He knows I love money, and my mother was a terrible influence on my life because of it, but if I were to let myself be with Jin... how am I ever going to tell him the truth?"

"I mean, I understand your worried about that, but why do you have to move out of town because of it?"

I look away from Daisy at the ten boxes laying in my half-living room, half-kitchen area. I know why I'm leaving, but it still makes it hurt to admit. "Because if I'm still here, I know I'll eventually give in to wanting to be with Jin. And if that happens..." I swallow. "I'm afraid I'll break his heart or Felix will break his soul."

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Daisy told me she will break the news to M and Jin about me leaving after I'm at least an hour out of town. Knowing Jin, if he were to find out anytime before that he would be speeding down the highway to find me. I can't let any emotional, movie-worthy scenes stop me from my plans. I need to do this... for him.

I pack the last box into my cheap station wagon I bought last month, and slam the back seat door shut. After one last long embrace with Daisy, I get into the driver's seat and drive away.

That's when I let the full flood gates loose. I get into my feelings about this town as a whole. Besides meeting Jin, all my memories are here! My first kiss, my first prom, where I fell off a tree once because a bitchy girl dared me to in first grade, the first time I smoked weed at the back of a school. So many stupid, but unforgettable memories here.

I know a lot of people think this town is shit, and there's a reason why when people leave this town they never come back, but I'm actually going to miss it. Every sketchy ally way, an abandoned building inside of it too.

But most of all, to no one's surprise, I'm going to miss my best friend. The kid I met by complete accident when he rode his skateboard into me when we were in middle school. It was kinda my fault, I ran onto the skate park like a fucking idiot. Instead of taking responsibility for my actions though, I blamed it all on him. And you know what made me want to be friends with him? Instead of him telling me I'm wrong - like he should have - middle school Jin told me I was right.

No one allowed me to ever be right before I met him. It was always either my mother or deadbeat father that was right. To Jin, being right didn't matter though. I could say the sky was fucking yellow, and he would tell me, "You know what, you got a point." Jin was never the smartest of the bunch, but he's always been the most caring.

Even today, he cares about the people in this town more than himself. That's why he wanted to join the police force in the first place. To be a hero.

Unknowingly to Jin though, he's always been a hero to me. Whether it's a shoulder to cry on, or to punch some asshole in the face, he's always been, my savior. A savior I in no way deserved.

Even though I told myself to forget everything once I cross the line of this town, to just wipe Jin from my mind so I can start a fresh new life feels in no way possible. I slow down my car to a complete stop just before the "See you next time!" sign marking the end of R Town's borders.

I think about my life with Jin as a whole, as I stare at that sign. No more than two weeks ago, I just saw Jin as a friend that I could count on with anything, but even with that knowledge, I never went to him with anything past petty drama. It's crazy because even before I realized my own feelings for him, I was finding ways to protect him from the truth about me.

That I'm a gold-digging, whore. One that shouldn't be loved by an amazing guy like him in any universe. I know someone is yelling, "But the past is the past, Juliet!" Right now, but how can you expect me to forget the past when it was my present no more than two weeks ago? The whore part was literally last night too!

No. Jin deserves a better girlfriend than me. He deserves one that will take him on dates, and want to tell him stories about her job as a doctor or lawyer - some high-paying job for sure - and he'll never have to worry about her fucking up. That's the type of girl Jin deserves... even if it hurts for me to think about it.

I slowly, and painfully, cross the border of the town into the next one over, and I think about the one person I'll never be able to forget no matter how much I try.

Goodbye Jin.

CH.22

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✿ Please Love Me! | Frat President Jungkook x Succubus Reader | @icedmatchatae

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bts-0t-7 · 2 months

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BTS | MYG | FIC RECS

This list is probably one of the longer ones cause sheesh... I'm a sucker for cats 😭 I hope you'll enjoy the fics as much as I have and don't forget to tell the authors how much you've liked their work!!

Have some spices 😌...

Three Tangerines, @kithtaehyung (smut, brother's best friend, implied age gap au)

Illicit Favours, @yoongiofmine (Fluff, tiny angst, smut, non idol au. Friends to Lovers)

Oh, Darling!, @yoongiofmine (Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, university au)

Predator, @liveyun (gangster au, smut)

Apricity, @liveyun (arranged marriage au, strangers to lovers)

Petals, @yoonia (parenthood au, fluff)

The devil wears Valentino, @orchidyoonkook (One Shot, Spooky AU, Supernatural Creatures AU, Age Gap, Slice of Life, Angst, Smut, Fluff)

Sugar, @zehakoo (strangers to lovers, neighbours au, fluff, smut)

Peaches in bed, @borathae (Smut, married life!AU, domestic!AU)

Yoongi's Lullaby, @jiminrings (unrequited love friends to lovers soulmate au)

Snow Blanket, @yoonieper (friends to lovers, fluff, smut)

A Wager of Lords and Love, @hisunshiine (regency era au, arranged marriage au, s2l, fluff, smut, angst)

By The Time I've Figured Out What It's Worth, @ugh-yoongi (est. relationship, marriage au, angst, smut, fluff)

Bad Things, @yoonia (Brothel!au, Street Fighter!Yoongi, Escort!reader)

Close Call, @xjoonchildx (smut, mafia AU)

The Little Things, @kth1 (Smut, 21+, Slice of Life, One Shot)

Sweet Morning, @7ndipity (slightly suggestive, implied smut, implied drinking, swearing)

Shy, @7ndipity (smut, unprotected sex, soft dom-ish Yoongi)

Hello Soulmate, @bluemari23 (soulmate au, soulmarks, fluff)

Celestial Ruin, @remedyx (Fantasy, Angst, Smut, Corruption)

Carnal Desires, @explicit-tae (smut, stripper reader, mafia/gangster yoongi, grinding, finger sucking)

Moonlit Throne, @hobidreams (smut, angst, fluff)

Desolate, @angelicyoongie (angst, fluff, eventual smut)

The Perks of Being a Househusband, @sunnebeam (marriage au, crack, domesticity, yoongi in his stay-at-home hubs era)

Give It To Me, @ki-yomii (smut, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), praise kink, dom!yoongi, established relationship, pet names)

#yoongi x reader #yoongi x oc #yoongi x you #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you #min yoongi x oc #min yoongi x y/n #min yoongi series #min yoongi smut #yoongi scenarios #yoongi imagine #yoongi fluff

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respectthepetty · 21 days

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Dunk and Joong could have offered me anything in 2024, and I would have taken it, gladly, no questions because my ass is a Jaidee fan first and a human second. But to hand me The Heart Killers? Oh! Let me list all the reasons y'all gonna hate me when this comes out.

Joong plays Khao's older brother

Khaotung is older than Joong, but in BL Land that doesn't matter because Khao is playing the hopeless romantic little brother while Joong is playing his stern older brother. Someone already wrote it was 10 Things I Hate About You/The Taming of the Shrew, and Shakespeare would be thrilled to know one of his masterpieces is getting the queer treatment and it's not Twelfth Night.

Dunk is playing the crazy seducer

Boy wants a car and is willing to go to great lengths to do it, including distracting some dude, so his buddy can play house with that dude's little brother. But the whole point is they had to find a guy who was crazy enough to accept the offer in the first place >insert Dunk's character< so the guy isn't just wanting the car. He is doing this for the thrill of getting tied up, stripped down, and threatened.

And I respect that.

Jojo is apparently directing

I wanna have beef with Jojo after Only Friends, then I look at his resume and remember this is the man who gave me puppy play in The Warp Effect, poly in 3 Will Be Free, and a chaotic stripper named Judo in Dirty Laundry PLUS the YinWar trailer for their Partner in Crime concert which has now lead to YinWar doing Jack & Joker, so as a vegetarian, I'm gonna be like Elsa and let that go.

Which means Rath is probably the cinematographer

I don't give men compliments easily, so when I state that Cinematographer Rath has never disappointed me, I mean it. The man knows what he is doing, and if he is in on this series, I know if anything, it will be visually stunning.

First and Khao being the Beyonce of GMMTV

I'm in Jaidee's corner always, but I have eyes and First and Khao could really do whatever they want and I'd eat it up. I have believed them with whomever they have been partnered with in the past, and if they want to play high schoolers in an oppressed school system or a banker willing to see his ex and his ex's new man just to flirt with the boy from the market, I'm buying the tickets, I'm sitting in the front row, and I'm holding up homemade posters. Basically, I'm shutting the fuck up and experiencing whatever they want me to experience.

First and Khao tears

This is its own category because when they cry, they are in a league of their own. They claimed this series was going to be lighter than their previous work, but what is a First or Khao series without tears? I hope they are drinking water right now because someone is crying in this series, and JD's faces are already wet for other reasons.

DUNK'S BODY!

Not to objectify the man's body, but . . . it's a banger, and he has been done dirty by wardrobe for two solid years. His face card never declines. His arms are solid. His waist is snatched. His hair is perfect. Even Tay, New, and Jan were talking about him in the BTS for Peaceful Property because they were saying how New's character was based off of Dunk - pretty, fashionable, and COCKY! But wouldn't we all be that cocky if we were walking around looking like this?! Like shut up fives. A ten is speaking!

It's high time that man got to stunt like Force always does just taking off his shirt for no reason. Good for him. And good for us.

Oh, yeah, and the plot

Sorry, I mean the plot.

SHIT, THE PLOT!

You know what? Nah. I honestly do not give a fuck about the plot. Joong and Khao are hired killers. First is out to get them. Dunk gets involved (although, I think he knows a lot more than he leads on), and . . .

All will end well.

Because if anything, Jojo ain't never been allergic to a happy ending *wink*

So just know this show hit its target audience

ME!

¡Salud!

#the heart killers #gmmtv 2024 #joongdunk #firstkhao #this was meant for me!#rath and jojo save me!#give me chaos and visuals #I'll take whatever you give me #I'm still gotta talk smack about everything else #but I'll be quieter about it

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minisugakoobies · 3 months

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Paradise | JJK - Fifteen

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), slow burn, love triangle, Stripper!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: we finally get a JinKook showdown in the most ridiculous way possible, the tiniest bit of angst, CONFESSIONS!!, followed by post-confession sex, JK hits it raw, OC in lingerie, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), lots of talking about feelings, I'm sorry but this gets a little soft because I love these two

Word Count: 6.3k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!

A/N: We're back and we're nearing the end! Thank you to everyone who has been waiting patiently for the next chapter - I didn't mean for it to take so long, but, well, life 🤷‍♀️ Anyway, I'm very excited to share this chapter with you finally - I hope you enjoy!

Unbeta’d as usual. Please don’t be a silent reader, I’d love to hear from you! 💕

Previous Chapter ♦️ Paradise Masterlist

Despite his words earlier, Jungkook is in fact one of the first people on the dance floor when it opens. And of course, you’re right there with him. How could you say no when he holds his hand out and smiles at you like that - like nothing else would make him happier right now than you in his arms?

After all the time you’ve spent admiring Jungkook’s moves when he dances for you, it’s a whole new perspective to get to experience them when you’re dancing with him. Part of that difference is due to the deejay keeping it wholesome with the song selections, since Jennie and Yoongi’s family members are the majority of the revelers surrounding you. So there’s a lot less grinding and a lot more distance between the two of you.

You don’t really try to keep up with him - it’s not that you’re a terrible dancer, it’s just that he’s so fucking good. His every movement is so natural, like he’s not even trying. He does show off just a little bit, when Jisoo eggs him on, slipping into a freakishly accurate robot that has a small ring of guests gathering around to cheer him on. The giant grin on his face tells you he’s enjoying the attention just as much as the faint blush on the tips of his ears tells you he’s just a little bashful about it.

After a few songs, the music finally slows a little, the crowd thinning as only couples are left. Jungkook draws you close, one arm sliding around your back as the other clasps your hand, holding it to his chest. The room around you falls away as he takes the lead, swaying with you around the floor.

“Are you having a good time, jagi?” he murmurs after a moment.

“I am, Kookie.” Lifting your head from his shoulder, you gaze into his eyes, feeling that familiar warmth overtake you when he returns your smile. “Thanks for coming with me today.”

“Like I’d turn down the chance for free food and drinks,” he teases, laughing when you huff and try to pull away, tightening his grip to keep you locked in place. “What? I’m just being honest.”

“Ass,” you mutter, but you can’t stop smiling, and neither can he. He lifts his arm, hand pressing lightly on your back to guide you in a spin, then brings you back into his embrace. You spot Rosé across the room, watching you and Jungkook dance, and she politely claps as you shake your head, grinning.

The beat picks up again, and your friends surround you and Jungkook. Rosé, Jisoo, and Jin all dance together as Lisa introduces Yi-Jeong to the group. Even Jennie and Yoongi join in, and it’s true what Jennie told you yesterday - her man definitely has moves. Everyone’s happy and laughing, and you’re so full of joy you could just burst.

Jin suddenly twirls, facing Jungkook with an intense look on his face. The younger man takes a step back in surprise as Jin starts to rock his body back and forth, like he’s about to bust out a breakdance move. Is he seriously about to -

“Ooh, dance battle!” Jisoo cups her hands around her mouth, yelling. Your other friends start whooping, forming a circle around Jungkook and Jin. Jisoo pulls you next to her from where you’ve been standing, so you’re not between them anymore. “Get it, Bambi!”

While the others around you are shouting encouragement, you just gaze silently between the two men, unsure if you should be joining in. Unsure if this is a friendly competition or if the tense vibes you feel radiating between them is something more. From the expressions on their faces, it’s clear that they’re going to do this, so you just sigh, bobbing along to the beat, waiting for the show.

Jungkook stops gawking at Jin and begins bedrocking, swinging his hands as he faces Jin with a fierce look. Jin glares back, sticking his arms out as he undulates in a rather impressive wave, rolling his long limbs from left to right.

It’s not until you hear clapping behind you that you realize that more people have joined the circle, crowding in behind you, shouting Jin’s name. Jungkook hears it too, his brow furrowing slightly. It’s clear his competitive nature’s kicked in when he peels his suit jacket off. You hold your hand out for it automatically, feeling a swoop of heat in your stomach as he gives it to you with a wink.

The tip of his tongue slips out as Jungkook suddenly throws himself towards the ground, landing on one hand like he’s doing a handstand, and then kicks his legs out in a cartwheel kick. He’s so smooth with it, inverting himself like it’s nothing, that you actually gasp.

It’s like he cranked the volume up on the crowd, and someone - Rosé, maybe? - starts chanting Jungkook’s name. You can’t help but add your voice to the mix.

Jungkook lands back on his feet and motions for Jin to go. Jin also takes his jacket off, jaw clenching firmly. He rolls his body a few times before bouncing into the Roger Rabbit, feet stepping quickly, arms flapping at his side like wings. It’s surprisingly loose and funky, two words you don’t typically associate with Jin.

Lisa yells, “Go chef!” and the crowd divides itself into two chants. Jin ends his turn with a little flourish, dusting imaginary dirt from his broad shoulders. But you know from Jungkook’s smirk that he’s undaunted, and without a second’s hesitation, he swiftly dives to the floor, launching himself into a windmill.

Your friends explode into cheers, watching Jungkook roll round and round the floor. As he picks up speed, he tucks his arms up onto his stomach, doing the trick with no hands. Then he comes to a stop with a freeze, legs hanging in the air.

The crowd chants Jungkook’s name only as he rises to his feet. He straightens his tie, then gestures to Jin. Jin rocks for a few beats, a strange look in his eye.

Then he throws his hands out in front of him, holding one steady while the other mimics winding a reel.

“Is he - is he fishing for Jungkook?”

You don’t answer Rosé as there’s no need to. Jin’s clearly doing the fishing pole move. One by one, the voices around you grow quieter. Jungkook blinks at Jin for a few seconds, obviously thrown by this decision.

Then he grins, flapping his hands by his face like fins.

“Oh, wow, they share a brain cell,” Lisa says. “Did not see that coming.”

Jisoo groans. “Well, this is anticlimactic. I was promised bloodshed.”

“Who promised you that?” you ask, laughing. Feeling a tiny bit relieved.

The crowd departs, but the two men keep dancing. Jungkook pretends he’s been hooked, thrashing from side-to-side before dropping to the ground in his signature dolphin kick. Always a performer to the end, you think, as he hops back to his feet, and he and Jin take turns bowing to one another.

The smile on his face gets wider when Jungkook sees you clapping for him. He reaches for his jacket, and you impulsively press a kiss to his cheek, biting back a laugh as his eyes widen slightly.

“If those are the moves you pull out for a dance-off, I can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned for later,” you whisper. Jungkook’s arm grips your side as he tilts his head to look at you. His touch is warm, but it can’t match the heat in his eyes.

“Careful what you ask for, jagiya,” he replies, gaze dropping to your mouth so briefly that you almost miss it. “I need some water. Do you want anything?”

You shake your head, and he disappears towards the tables. As soon as he’s gone, you feel someone brush your arm.

“Okay, I’ll give it to the kid - he’s got moves,” Jin declares, holding his hand out in an offer to dance. You silently take it, letting him pull you close as the deejay cues up a ballad.

Jin’s quiet for a few beats, leading you in small circles around the dance floor. It strikes you that this is the first time the two of you have really been face-to-face since yesterday, that weird standoff in the hallway earlier notwithstanding. You haven’t had a chance to talk to him alone since -

“So what’s up with your boy?”

You meet Jin’s gaze with a raised eyebrow. “Jungkook? What do you mean?”

Jin shrugs, the movement jostling your hand where it rests on his shoulder. “I mean, he looked like he was ready to throw hands when he introduced himself earlier. Like he was just itching for a fight.”

“And you’re not?” You snort when he blinks in exaggerated confusion. “Oh, come on, all those snide little comments you were making at the table? Arguing with him about who has it worse? What was that all about?”

Jin maintains his affronted expression for half a minute longer before he starts to laugh. “Okay, fine, I admit I was just pushing his buttons at dinner. In my defense, he made it too easy!” He laughs harder when you roll your eyes and start to pull away. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. But I had to do something to cheer myself up. It wasn’t easy for me to sit there and watch the two of you together, to see the way you look at him.”

Your curiosity tampers down your annoyance for a moment. “How do I look at him?”

Jin smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Like there’s no one else in the world.”

You glance away, unsure what to say to that. Your gaze flits around the room until it lands on Jungkook, finding him at one of the tables, chatting with Lisa and Yi-jeong. His nose crinkles as he laughs with your friend, tattooed hand coming up to swipe away the hair that falls into his face, and you hear Jin sigh.

“Yeah, that’s the look,” he says, shaking his head. He shifts his arm from your back, leading you into a gentle spin. “I was honestly surprised at how easy it was to antagonize him. Figured nothing I could do or say would bother him, knowing he won your heart.”

When you don’t respond to that, staring at Jin’s bowtie instead of meeting his eye, he hums.

“Oh, I see. You haven’t told him yet.”

Without warning, Jin dips you. You gasp, clutching his bicep to steady yourself.

“Are you having second thoughts?” he murmurs. His hand grips yours tightly, arm cradles your back, keeping you in place while his face hovers a mere breath above yours.

It’s an intimate pose, the way he holds you now, yet just like yesterday, you feel nothing.

“No. No second thoughts.” You’ve recovered from your momentary shock, voice steady as you reply. “I’m sorry, Jin, but like I told you yesterday, it’s Jungkook I want.”

Immediately, you’re back on your feet.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” Jin grins a crooked grin. “Had to ask, though.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m starting to regret this whole ‘let’s be friends’ idea.”

He ignores your jibe. “Can I ask you a serious question?”

You take a moment to study his face before answering. All traces of humor have vanished as he waits for your response. Slowly, you nod.

“What are you waiting for?”

The rooftop garden glows softly in the night air, lit by tiny lights strung along the trees and flowering plants. Hidden speakers strewn around the open space bring the music from the reception outside, providing a gentle soundtrack for a beautiful summer evening.

“Where are we going?” Jungkook asks, hand clasped firmly in yours as you lead him out of the reception and across the garden.

In the corner of the roof, there’s a small nook carved out between two potted cherry blossoms, their branches obscuring the two of you from any of the other guests milling about. Right now, you need a little privacy.

You also need a moment to gather your thoughts. Your stomach’s jumped into your throat at the thought of what you’re about to do, and your anxiousness makes it hard to think straight. It doesn’t help that you’re slightly distracted by the sight in front of you.

Although the sun’s long since set, the air is still warm. Jungkook’s shed his jacket, has his tie loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hand still in yours as he looks at you expectantly, patiently waiting for you to speak. You can see the moon reflecting in his bright eyes, and for a moment, you’re back in the elevator at your apartment, staring at your handsome neighbor, that shy man with the sweet smile.

It wasn’t that long ago that he was a total stranger. Someone you saw occasionally at the mailboxes, someone who regularly ran away when you tried to talk to him. You didn’t know anything about him back then - what he did, what he liked, what made him laugh. What his kisses felt like.

It wasn’t that long ago, yet it already feels like a distant memory. One that you never want to return to. Knowing everything you know about him now, feeling everything you feel - you can’t go back. There’s only one thing you need to do now - tell him.

No reason to wait a second longer.

Taking a deep breath, you squeeze his hand. “Jungkook, I brought you out here because I wanted to tell you something. I’m… ah, I’m not very good at this kind of thing, but I’m gonna try because I don’t want to drag this out when I don’t need to.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows twitch slightly, but he doesn’t say anything, so you go on.

“You know how I went to Jennie’s yesterday? Um, Jin was also there, with Yoongi. He pulled me aside and told me that the job Wendy asked me to interview for is actually his show for Nosh. And then he started talking about the two of us working together and traveling and -”

“Choose me, jagiya.”

“Huh?”

His interruption throws you off from the rambly mess you were attempting to say. Jungkook reaches for your other hand, holding both against his chest, and gives you a shaky smile.

“Choose me, jagi. I know I don’t have a career like Seokjin does, or his money, or - or even a guarantee that I’ll ever have either of those things. I probably can’t promise you most of the things he can.” He pauses to draw a long breath, like he’s trying to slow himself down and not rush over his words, and oh, you want to kiss him so much right now. Even if this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. “But I can promise y-”

“No no!” It’s his turn to look surprised as you raise your hands to his mouth, muffling his speech. “Jungkook, stop! I was trying to tell you that I ended things with Jin yesterday. You don’t have to say another word because it’s over.”

“Mmt’s omer?” he mumbles against your fingers, eyes widening.

“Yes, it’s over,” you giggle, uncovering his mouth, and suddenly all of your nervousness floats away on the evening breeze. “Come on, Kookie. Don’t you know? I’ve already chosen. It’s you. It’s always been you.”

Jungkook continues to stare at you with those big doe eyes as your words slowly sink in, and you can’t help but smile, fondly, so, so fondly, that familiar sensation of warmth surging up from your chest, and you know now that it has a name, that buzz, that elation, that euphoria, and it’s on the tip of your tongue, just waiting for you to breathe it to life.

So you exhale.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

For just the slightest of moments - a fraction of a second, a single heartbeat - when he doesn’t do anything, doesn’t so much as blink or breathe, you’re scared you’ve said too much. It’s too soon, too fast, too everything.

But then he wraps his arms around you, holding you close enough that you can feel his own heart thumping wildly within his chest, and puts your fears to rest with four simple words, whispered softly against your lips.

“Jagi, I’ve already fallen.”

He kisses you, soft and slow, every touch so full of tenderness that you could cry. You tangle your fingers in his hair, desperately seeking something to hold onto, to keep you from floating right off the roof. He’s fallen for you. Jungkook’s fallen for you.

You never knew your heart could hold so much.

All your nervousness from before has dissipated. Now the only reason your pulse races is the nearness of him.

“Are you in any hurry to get back in there?” he asks, tipping his head towards the party.

You shake your head.

He smiles. “Good.”

He takes your hand again, locking his other arm around your back. You lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, listening to him sing along lightly with the music drifting across the rooftop. Even when the song changes to something more uptempo, he doesn’t let go, just laces his fingers through yours and continues to sway with you beneath the stars.

Many songs later, when the two of you finally return to the party, you find that it’s already winding down. Jennie and Yoongi are making their rounds to say goodbye, needing to go home and pack for their trip to Jeju Island in the morning.

Jennie grabs your arm and pulls you away from Jungkook, waving the other bridesmaids over. “I’m gonna do it tonight!”

Jisoo pinches her cheek. “Babe, you’ve already done it. That’s why you’re late, remember?”

“Ha, ha.” Jennie smacks her hand away. “I mean I’m gonna tell Yoongi I’m pregnant, smartass.”

“Ah, I’m so excited for you!” Lisa gives her a hug, and then you’re all hugging.

“Have you all had a good time tonight?” Jennie asks, not waiting for an answer. “This has been the most amazing day! Thank you for everything, I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“Yes, you could have,” you grin.

“Okay, true, I could have. But it wouldn’t have been as much fun without you all. I love you so much!”

“We love you too. Now go celebrate with your husband!” Rosé giggles, emphasizing the last word with an energetic wiggle of her eyebrows.

“Yeah, get out of here. Some of us have plans tonight but we can’t leave until you do.” Jisoo declares.

“She makes a good point,” Lisa chimes in, glancing over her shoulder at where Yi-jeong sits alone, clearly waiting.

“Wow, okay,” Jennie laughs, but she’s flying too high to really be mad. “I’ll see you all in a week!”

It’s as you turn to walk back to Jungkook that you remember.

“Oh! Lisa!”

Your friend glances at you as you back away with a giant grin.

“Pay Rosé her fifty bucks.”

“Why are your friends screaming like that?” Jungkook asks when you rejoin him.

You just smile and press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Ready to get out of here?”

Riding Jungkook’s motorcycle is a much more pleasant experience tonight than it was on your way home from your first date. The sky is clear above you as Jungkook expertly weaves through traffic, and you’re warm and dry sitting behind him, wearing his suit jacket, arms tight around his waist. You spend most of the ride hugging more than holding on to him.

Every few blocks, he releases the hand grip to let his palm rest on your thigh for a moment, squeezing gently. You think he means it as a reassuring touch, knowing how shaky you are with the entire concept of motorcycles to begin with, how just the thought of riding one still makes you nervous, but the actual effect he's having on you is far from comforting. It’s driving you insane.

By the time you reach your apartment door, you’re feral with need. You toss Jungkook’s jacket onto the floor and Jungkook lets out a surprised yelp when you tug on his arm as he’s closing the door. He barely has a chance to turn the lock before you’re pulling him down, passionately kissing away his confused noise.

“B-baby,” he finally manages to stammer out after a few minutes of intense making out, “baby, do you wanna move to the couch?”

You shake your head. “Need you now.”

“Yeah?” His eyes are so dark that it makes you shudder when he catches your gaze. “Always so needy for me, huh? Just like the first time?”

You remember that night, the way he’d fucked you against the hallway wall, both of you too desperate to even make it another ten feet to your bed. That same greedy desire burns through you now.

Thank god for the slit in your dress. Hitching your leg up, you wrap it around his back, guiding him back down on top of you.

“Just like that,” your voice trembles, back arching as Junghook’s hand snakes between you, rubbing at you through your dress. “Ahh, fuck, just like that!”

You grasp at the side zipper on the dress, fingers fumbling too much to yank it down as quickly as you want. Jungkook has to do it for you, helping you sit up long enough to shed the entire gown.

He sucks in a sharp breath. “Jagi.”

If you weren’t already dying for him, the expression on his face when he sees you in the lingerie you’re wearing beneath your dress would do it.

“Does it look better in person?” you ask, running your fingers over your chest, thumbs pressing in slow circles to wake your nipples, feeling them swell beneath the lace.

With a pained groan, Jungkook starts hurriedly tearing at his suit, throwing the items nearly halfway across the open space of your living room in his urgency, not stopping until he’s completely naked, cock already hardening between his legs.

“Yeah,” he grunts, biting his lip to let his hands do the talking. They travel over your torso, up across your breasts, squeezing your hands so you grip yourself harder. He laughs at your little gasp, and then he’s swallowing your sounds with his eager mouth, knocking your legs apart with his knee so he can press his body to yours.

Your own impatience has you hooking your calves the backs of his thighs, bending your knees to urge him nearer. But no matter how close he is to you, it’s not enough, an itch you can’t scratch no matter how much you try.

“I think this is going to have to come off now,” you frown, tugging at your bodice. You need to feel him, skin-to-skin.

“Oh, not yet,” Jungkook says, voice near enough to be a growl. “Please, jagi, keep it on a little longer. For me.” He looks at you with such a lustful gaze that you find yourself nodding, immediately caving to his wish. If he wants to fuck you in your lingerie, fine. There will be more time to feel him later.

There will be more time for everything you want with Jungkook.

His mouth reconnects with yours. You sigh into him as his fingers find the snaps at the crotch of the teddy. He’s not gentle with them, practically ripping them open, but he’s more delicate as he slides his finger into you, finding you just as wet as always. He plunges two fingers in, and you know he’s trying to take his time and make sure you’re ready, but you’re too impatient for his consideration right now.

“Come on, Kookie,” you plead, cupping his chin to draw his gaze away from his work, “I’m ready. I need you now.”

“Shit,” he mutters, clearly reading your frustration. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I wanna feel you.”

He reaches for his pants, which have been flung over the back of the couch, and you stop him.

“No, I mean, I want to feel you.”

Jungkook swallows hard, his Adam’s apple visibly bobbing. “Jesus Christ, jagiya, you’re going to kill me.” He kisses you again, before his expression turns serious. “Can we? I mean, are you on something -”

Laughing, you grab his face again, pulling him back to you for another kiss.

“I have an implant. And I haven’t been with anyone since you and I have been…” you trail off, unsure what to call it. Dating? “Not since the last time I was tested.”

“No one?” He doesn’t say the name, but you know what he’s asking.

“No one.” You and Seokjin never got that far.

“I haven’t been with anyone either.” Jungkook strokes his thumb along your cheek. “It’s just been you. You’re the only one I want.”

“Then have me.” With another sigh, you lift your hips, rolling against him.

Jungkook groans, and you barely have a second to breathe before his lips take yours again. There’s some shifting, you spreading your legs while he’s propping himself up on one elbow and lining himself up with his other hand, and then he’s sinking in, slowly, filling you up hot inch by hot inch, until he’s completely sheathed.

You got your wish. You can feel all of him. It’s a new sensation, and it’s intense, but you can tell it’s even more so for him.

“Oh, goddamn, jagi.” Jungkook presses his forehead to yours. His chest heaves as he holds himself completely still. “You’re so - fuck.”

“Yeah? Is it that good?”

He nods a little, eyes squeezing shut, and you run your fingers through his hair, trying to impart some comfort. As much as you want him to rail you through the floor right now, you don’t want to rush him anymore.

“Does it really feel that different?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “It’s not that. That’s part of it - you feel so fucking good, baby - but it’s - it’s…” He huffs out a short breath, shaking his head again. “I don’t know how to say it. It’s everything.”

And you understand exactly what he means, not by whatever he’s trying and failing to say, but by the look in his eyes.

“Oh,” is all you can say, feeling your own words slipping away from you, as he starts to move.

His cock drags slowly, so slowly at first, his head bowing as he concentrates on the feeling of you, the way your cunt seems to suck him back in eagerly, walls clenching when he snaps his hips experimentally. He observes every breath that escapes you, every mewl and whimper, and adjusts his pace, the strength of his thrusts, all the while drowning in his own perception, the tight heat and wetness of your core making his eyes roll back in his head with each pump.

Neither of you speak after that, but you don’t need to. Your bodies communicate everything you’re feeling, punctuated by the unrestrained noises you both make. Your nails rake down Jungkook’s back as he fucks into you, drawing whine after whine from him, broken cries of desire, of wanting you to hold him, claim him, just as he’s claiming you. Mine, your fingernails declare, inscribing his skin with scratches. Yours, his hips answer in return, powerfully driving into yours, connecting you again and again, faster and faster.

His hand clutches at the thigh you’ve wrapped around his waist, fingers twisting around the garter straps, and you can tell from his unsteady panting that he’s close. Your own pleasure is nearing the precipice, but you know he’s going to reach his first. Which he confirms with a strangled whimper.

“Jagi, I’m - I’m gonna come,” he grits through his teeth, brow furrowed, like he’s focusing all his energy on not coming right then and there. “‘M sorry, I can’t stop, I can’t - “

“Don’t stop, Kookie, don’t stop!” You don’t care if he finishes first. This isn’t about just sex anymore. All you want is for him to feel as good as he makes you feel, all the time. “Come on, cum inside me. Give me everything, fill me up!”

“Fuck!” he grunts, moaning your name, and with only a few more thrusts, he follows your command. His hips jerk wildly as he gives in to the burning need beneath his skin and fills you with his hot release. It seems to go on and on, until he’s gasping, sagging against you weakly, too wrung out to hold himself up any longer. “Holy shit.”

You just hum, stroking his sweat-soaked hair, until he finally lifts his head.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I got caught up in the moment. Too much going on in my head and - and, fuck, you felt too good.” He gives you a sheepish smile.

You shush his apologies with a laugh, wrapping your arms around him again, urging him to lay down, so his head rests on your chest. “You don’t have to explain. It’s been… it’s been a long time since I’ve felt anything like this.”

He sighs, moving slightly so he can leave light kisses over your covered chest. “Me too.” His hand trails lazily down your torso, following the swirls in the lace’s pattern. “I’m glad you said what you did. On the roof. I wanted to tell you before how I felt, but I was afraid you’d think I was rushing things.” His voice gets quieter. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

There’s a sadness in his tone, a naked vulnerability that makes your heart ache, so you squeeze him a little tighter. You know exactly what he means.

He raises his head a little, starts kissing his way down your stomach. “Are you still…”

“Am I still what?” You bite your lip as he reaches the apex of your thighs, gently nudging them further apart so he can lie in between.

Jungkook presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, one side, then the other, before he looks up at you. “Was that enough for you or are you still wanting more? You were so needy earlier, jagiya.”

Of course you still want more. You don’t think you’ll ever get enough of him.

“Yeah,” you say, your fingers combing his hair out of his face so there’s nothing hiding him from you, just as there’s nothing hiding you from him, “I want more. Please, Kookie.”

The smirk that spreads across his lovestruck face sends your heart racing. Your back arches off the floor when he coaxes the first orgasm from you with his tongue, feels like it might snap in half by the time he pulls the second one with his fingers.

You melt into his embrace afterward, so thoroughly satiated, so utterly content, that you nearly fall asleep. But Jungkook coaxes you off the floor and into the bathroom, to wash his back in the shower before he tenderly scrubs yours, and then into bed, where the last thing you see before closing your eyes is the smile on his face as he whispers good night.

“What does this one mean?”

It’s late. Very late, sometime between midnight and early morning, when you should be asleep. You’d awoken in need of some water, slipping out carefully, trying not to wake Jungkook, only to come back to find him up and waiting for you to return to bed. He wasn’t just awake but up up, and you couldn’t resist, climbing directly into his lap for a slow, lazy ride.

Now, you’re lying together, back pressed to Jungkook’s chest, with his arm draped beneath your breasts, as he gives you a tour of his tattoos. He tells you that most are symbolic, but a few have stories behind them, and you listen raptly to each one. Even though he’s probably tired, he’s indulging you, answering all your questions without so much as a single yawn.

He tilts his head to look at where you’re tapping on a striped snake. “That one? That’s supposed to represent growth. You know, shedding my skin, like a snake.” He flexes his forearm and the snake moves as if undulating on its own. “Do you like snakes?”

“I like them a lot more than spiders, I can tell you that,” you reply, giggling.

He laughs, watching silently as your fingers roam over his skin. There’s so much ink covering him, and you’re dying to know about all of it, filled with a buzzing curiosity despite the late hour.

“What about this one?” Gingerly, you trace over the orange tiger lily etched onto the inside of his forearm, as if afraid that pressing too harshly will cause the petals to crumple. It’s gorgeously vibrant, the glowing color popping vividly against his skin.

“Ah, that’s my birth flower.” Jungkook laughs a quick laugh. “That one was actually Taehyung’s suggestion. Do you know what the flower is supposed to represent?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Self-confidence.” He laughs again, shaking you a little as his chest vibrates. “He said it’d be a good reminder when he’s not around, that I still need to be confident.”

“Taehyung’s a good friend,” you remark, and Jungkook hums in assent. He rubs mindlessly at the flower with his other hand, fingertips bumping against yours.

“You know, there’s another reason I got this one. A hidden meaning that tiger lilies are meant to express.”

“Ooh, a hidden meaning?” You tilt your head to peer at him. “And what’s that?”

Even in the dim light from your bedside lamp, you can see the tips of Jungkook’s ears turning red as he smiles bashfully, his eyes crinkling when he answers. “Please love me.”

It’s impossible to resist kissing him, kissing that shy bunny smile that you’ve adored all this time, so you don’t even try, cupping his cheeks gently while you brush his lips with yours. When you pull away, his face is flushed, and he laughs, dipping his head in embarrassment even as he whispers, “Keep going.”

You giggle, and kiss him again, and then stop. “Oh! Wait a minute.”

Jungkook lets out a small grunt of displeasure when you leave his embrace, but you return quickly, handing him a small frame from your desk.

“Jagi, you framed this?” He stares through the glass at the tiger lily sketch he’d drawn for you, back when he asked you out on your first date.

“Well, yeah. It was too pretty not to.”

You take your place between his legs again, his arm automatically sliding around your waist while he gazes at the picture. “But it was just a quick little drawing. It’s not my best work.”

“So? I think it’s beautiful. And… it’s from you.” You can feel your neck warming as you speak. “I like to keep it on my desk when I’m working. Every time I get annoyed by something, I look at it, and it calms me down.” Your lips quirk in a little smile. “So you can imagine that I look at it a lot,” you say, half-joking, half-not. Because it’s true, you do stare at it a lot. The drawing always brings you peace. Because it reminds you of Jungkook. So fiery and bright, but also so lovely and delicate.

“Jagi,” Jungkook says again, swallowing thickly. His arm squeezes you closer.

You take the frame from his hand, placing it on the nightstand, before shifting to face him, legs straddling his as you loop your arms around his neck. “Be honest - were you sending me a hidden message with this?”

His ears are burning red again. “Maybe. Guess it worked.”

You surge forward, kissing the cheeky smile right off his face. His hands settle on your hips, holding you tightly, as if right now there’s any danger of you leaving. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be, with no one else.

But you’re also wondering something you’ve been wondering for a while now, and since he’s been so obliging so far, you decide to ask him one more question. “Can I ask you something?”

“Jagi, all you’ve been doing is asking me questions,” Jungkook grins.

You roll your eyes at his teasing tone. “Yeah, okay, I just mean, can I ask about something that doesn’t have anything to do with your tattoos?”

He nods.

“If I hadn’t come to Paradise with my friends that night, would you ever have made a move?”

He clearly wasn’t expecting that question, judging by the look on his face. His eyes fall out of focus as they stare unseeing at you, and you know he’s lost in thought. You give him the time to find his way to an answer, running your fingers through his hair soothingly while you wait.

“I don’t know,” he finally admits. “I’d like to think that yes, I would’ve gotten up the nerve to talk to you. But it might’ve taken a while. Seeing you at Paradise kind of gave me an opening.”

“I think this still would’ve happened,” you tell him, suddenly filled with an unusual amount of confidence, bolstered by his hands on your waist, his eyes locked on yours, “all of this. I think we would’ve ended up just like this.”

“How do you know that?”

“I would’ve worn you down at the mailboxes,” you grin. “At the rate we were going, it probably would’ve taken a decade, but we’d get there eventually.”

He laughs, hands locking behind your back as he holds you close. “Or maybe I would’ve shown up at your door one night and danced for you. Maybe that’s what I did in another universe.”

“I’m sure it worked,” you murmur, leaning closer to his lips. “I think in any universe, we end up like this. We’re just lucky that we got here so fast.”

“The luckiest,” he agrees, closing the space between you.

When you finally fall asleep again, you dream of falling through other universes, following the same dark eyes and wicked smirk through each.

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📝✂️Ror/ Snv characters as Students📝✂️

Qin shin huang:

🪭 never listens to the teacher. Like ever. He just does a lot of shit and the teacher is fed up with him so they let it slide

🪭 He’s the type of student to never study or show up and still pass with ease. No one knows how, not even the teachers.

🪭’ Qin you have had like 43 periods of missed lesson and it’s not even the second semester. How the hell did u even pass my test’ ‘Sir, i am literally God’s chosen emperor’

🪭 If you’re partnered up with him, prepare to take the lead cause bro either doesn’t know shit or he aint even present to begin with

🪭Even though he doesn’t do much for projects, he still buts whatever you need for it as a way to repay you. Including if he gets food or drinks, he’s paying for them too.

🪭Has very random subjects. Mainly cause they have China in them, including Chinese.

🪭 ‘Alright, what subjects do you wish to choose to take exams from?’ ‘China’

🪭 Violates dress codes. You need to dress in uniform? He’ll wear the most lavish suit you have ever laid your eyes upon. The school has a gala and you need to dress fancy? He’ll pull up w the most casual and basic outfit ever.

🪭 If he’s actually present, which is a rare sight, he’s usually loud. Mainly cause he has lots of friends and basically knows everyone since you can get along with him greatly.

🪭 complains about a lot of subjects. Math? He hates it. Biology? It gives him big brain moment and he doesn’t get it. Literature? Not Chinese? He don’t want anything to do with it.

🪭 ‘Ma’am i’m innocent, why does thou must bestows such suffering upon me?’ ‘Qin i just asked you if you could read page 34 out loud’

🪭 popular with girls. U know how bro rizzed up Alvitr? Yeah he does that with other girls too. He’s one of the popular dudes so it’s not like it’s hard either💀

🪭He’s a kpop stan. You can’t prove me otherwise. He listens to BTS, Straykidz, Ateez, KAI, EXO, Tri.be, Itzy and a lot more.

🪭 has lots of friends to the point he almost knows the whole school. Even the new comers.

🪭He a player actually. You know how bro had like idk 39291819101 concubines? Yeah that doesn’t change here either. ‘Hannah? She was In February. Mao mao? She’s so last week’

🪭Throws house parties. The extravagant ones too. Big house, a pool, big garden, many floors. You name it. Funny thing is: it aint even the main house.

🪭won the vote for: ‘Who will most likely become a stripper at the end of the school year?’ In the year books. Most think it’s not even cause he needs money but because he’ll do it for fun

🪭 passed out during the School Gala cause he heard someone say that Sushi is Japanese.

🪭doesn’t eat cafeterias food. ‘I, Qin Shi Huang, refuse to eat this….stuff…I have my own glorious food. You’ll never catch him eat anything that isn’t Asian food.

🪭Bothers ppl during lectures. As in he turns and just stares. He’ll either smile or just keep staring to annoy you.

🪭 always goes to school functions, yet ends up being the one yall wait for to go back. He just disappears when yall arrive and spawns back 34 min late.

🪭Has started a campaign for trips to China

🪭 Had a lot of baby momma’s. He a cool dad and rich enough for it. Lowkey knows how to be a dad too

Poseidon:

🔱 he’s in the school’s swimming team and even won awards for it.

🔱 straight A+ student. He a boring one okay. He dont party, doesn’t even hang out after school. Straight home and learning.

🔱 You’ll only catch him drinking water during breaks and eating nutritious. He actually enjoys salad’s. Especially when it’s middle eastern ones. Does he know what’s in it? He thinks. But he dont care. If it healthy and it bussing it works for him.

🔱 ‘My body is a temple’ ahh student. It wouldn’t be surprising if his ass did Yoga or some meditation.

🔱 only goes to school trips if it’s on the beach or it’s for a grade. He the type of person that actually does the assignment instead of having fun.

🔱 he doesn’t have many friends and usually sticks to his brothers or has his earphones in. He’s the one that’s usually silent during that time too

🔱 He’s the honor graduate. Didn’t give a speech tho. He just grabbed the diploma and dipped. He did grab some food that was prepared

🔱 actually has a gf??🤨 like legit, and she’s the captain of the swimming team. He lowkey simps but he’s Poseidon so you probably will never notice.

🔱 was at a house party once. ONCE. Bro got wasted. He didn’t know punch contained alcohol, bro thought it was lemonade. Ate too much with alcohol in his system. I think yall can guess that it didn’t end well for em😭

🔱 He wears casual clothes, sometimes blazers. He doesn’t like yoga pants cause they look ‘lanky’ not even during Yoga

🔱 He takes notes during classes. Like every class. Every moment. He either writes them or types it on his laptop. Only shared with ppl likes. It’s always organized too.

🔱 if you’re partnered up with him, it can go two ways. He’s either doing only his part and leaves you to fend for yourself. Or he helps (rare sight) with the difficult parts.

🔱 he prefers communicating in the chat document. That way he can be home and still communicate if he needs to, he doesn’t like calling cause his brothers are loud asf, and he wouldn’t talk until necessary.

🔱 supports the school library. Mostly because it’s quiet and he likes quiet, but also because he wants to read a lot and it’s an excuse to not go home. He usually studies there too.

🔱 goes to waterparks during school breaks and posts pics on insta. Insta only too. No snap, no facebook, no bereal, no nothing. Even if he does have it, he doesn’t want others to know.

🔱 surprisingly has discord. But it’s only to play games. He curses ppl out in voice chat.

🔱 would either never have kids or ends up being a teenage dad. Dw tho, his gf can support him if he ends up being a stay at home husband.

🔱 models for extra money. Mostly tight clothes cause they gotta use that body for good advertisement.

🔱 he also hits the gym regularly, so he posts pics about him at the gym too.

🔱 has an onlyfans?????

Loki:

🎭 probably sees the school therapist. Every month too. They give him candy.

🎭 Actually likes literature, art, music and surprisingly p.e🤨 he likes p.e cause he can get his mind off things and look hood.

🎭 probably has or is in an emo phase. He has his ear pierced and wears black cargo pants. Might even have some tattoo’s.

🎭 He either annoys ppl or is very quiet. Although ppl are mostly scared when he’s quiet cause he unpredictable.

🎭 He probably goes out for walks with his earphones in after school. Like y’know when it’s raining a lil and you can smell the grass n all while you listen to music? Yeah that’s his nostalgic experience.

🎭 He writes poems in his free times or spents a lot of time in the atelier.

🎭 Had a very messy break up with sigyn and it was the hot topic in the school. It was in the school’s newspaper and everything. Even the teachers knew

🎭 he listens to a lot of music. Mostly during making art or writing. He mostly listens to: Mitsuki, Chase Atlantic, Beach Weather, The Weekend, Tylor the Creator and The Neighborhood.

🎭He either hates or loves school trips. Even if he hates the school trip he still goes, mainly because Sigyn goes. But he won’t talk to her though. Cause he too scared.

🎭 He takes aesthetically pleasing pictures of different things. He has a nature page, a dark royal one and a school one. All of em are on insta though.

🎭 he does sometimes go to parties, but he either spends a lot of time with his friends and gets wasted or goes home early.

🎭He’s friends with Hercules and Ares. Who are mostly concerned for his well being.

🎭 he also might have gotten into heavy metal and vkei. His ass might may have since it cause Sigyn likes it.

🎭 if you pared with him you, he either does stuff ir leaves it and does it on the last moment before tge deadline. His ass likes working alone. Secretly prays to be put w Sigyn

🎭 Legit had a mental breakdown in class once. I think bro is used to having em.

🎭 Got voted to be one of those pissy teachers later on in life in the year book.

That’s all for now💀 might make a part two w more characters.

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kingofbodyrolls · 3 days

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The Library of BTS fic recs - AUs 2

I love to read, and I love making lists and putting this into order/systems, so here comes my list of all my readings (does include fics of my own in there too).

These detailed sorted lists are all the BTS fics that I have recommended/reblogged— I hope you find something that you like in there, and please, if you do, don’t hesitate to let the author know, okay? 🥹🥰

Navigation → By AU (pt1 & pt 2) | By theme/vibe/pairing/reader (thank you tumblr for being an inline link limit dick)

By AU (part 2)

Photographer // Model // Personal trainer // Gym

Musician // Producer // Dancer // Stripper // Cam // Porn star

Actress // Actor

Lawyer // Personal Assistant // CEO

Chef // Baker // Cafe // Food Truck

Bartender // Gamer // Hacker

Mechanic // Racer

Bowling // Hockey // Lifeguard

Dog trainer // Hotline

Sports // Olympics

Cowboy // Farming // Ranch // Landlord

Royal // Bodyguard

Gods // Demons // Angels // Incubus

Pirates // Mermaids

Fantasy // Magical

Vampires // Werewolves

Fairy // Witches

Criminals // Police // Mafia

A/B/O (omegaverse)

Hybrids // Shapeshifter

Space/Futuristic // Dystopian

Doctor

Idolverse

Hogwarts

Slice of life

Flight Attendant // Pilot // Airport // Airplane //

Body Swap

Go to part one -> [here]

Interested in my own personal favorites? Find them in my Hall of Fame 🥰

Interested in reading my own fics? Find them in my Masterlist ✨

*I’ll add more as I read, so you can save this and always come back to it, use it like you would a regular library!

Borahae— You nice, keep going ✨

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fruitmins · 7 months

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masterlist

caution — all rights reserved so don’t steal or repost anything to different platforms. this is for tumblr only. please keep in mind that i am a very young adult (as of right now) who made this blog purely to expand and improve my writing so my works won’t be as good or long as others.

k e y — ✓ completed ✐ ongoing დ fluff ⌬ angst ✞ smut

𝓢 𝓔 𝓡 𝓘 𝓔 𝓢

Agust Dad ⌬ ✐

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

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𝙾 𝙽 𝙴 𝚂 𝙷 𝙾 𝚃/𝙳 𝚁 𝙰 𝙱 𝙱 𝙻 𝙴 𝚂

For You — yoongi⌬

Yoongi is the son of a big business man and is now the CEO of the million dollar company so naturally he grew up distant and stern. But suddenly, his attitude changes when he meets you, a local kind hearted stripper that catches his curiosity. He finds himself lost in your smile and warm spirit, despite him being the opposite. But he’s willing to let down his walls for you..

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Victory — namjoon⌬

Namjoon is a wolf hybrid who has a dark past with humans that ultimately landed him in a boxing ring, so he tries his very hardest to hate every single one of them. Even his mate, who happens to be a human nurse who works for the boxing ring. But everything changes when he finds you bleeding out with marks all around you..

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Attention — jimin✞

You’ve been stalking your ex ever since you two broke up. And he’s aware of this, but you know he won’t stop you cause he’s a little attention whore. Until he starts seeing some else so you have to remind him who he belongs too..

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Stay Focused — jungkook✞

in which your dorm mate and best friend Jungkook isn’t pleased to hear that your boyfriend was over the week he was away. but wow did he look hot when he was pissed off…

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Purple Car — jungkook ⌬ დ

in which jungkook is a successful solo idol and your his long time girlfriend that he hasn’t seen in almost two months. again. it’s starting to feel like your more like distant friends more than lovers so when you unexpectedly disappear, jungkook goes the distance to try to find you.

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ᴍ ɪ ɴ ɪ ꜱ ᴇ ʀ ɪ ᴇ ꜱ

Oᵤᵣ Bᵢg Bₐby / BTS OT7

➭genre: little space, age regression, fluff, caregivers bts, little reader, maybe some of the members can be littles to idk, sfw, hurt/comfort, mostly no plot

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bang-me-bangtan-style · 17 days

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THE BANGTAN LIST | .02

• ML • 01 • 02 •

Paring: Reader x Min Yoongi x BTS

Genre: NSFW! Smut, Angst,self destruction!Reader || Stripper!Reader,Unrequited love!Reader,Roomates!BTS

Summary: That one story where you work as a stripper, meet Min Yoongi, fuck him, and cant forget him- but he cant remember you- so you fuck his friends to fuck the pain away.

Disclaimer: This story contains acts of sex,domestic violence!foul language, and self destructive motives. This may be triggering to some, please read at your own risk!

It's been exactly 3 months since you last saw Min Yoongi. Every night was the same. You would wait for him as if he promised to come back.

Every time you got on stage you hoped you would see him sitting in the crowd again. But every night he was absent. He was nowhere to be found. You were searching for no reason. Exhausting yourself over it, obsessing over it, for no reason.

Did you even have reason?

He was a client and you needed to understand that you couldn't have no attachment to him- but for some reason you found yourself attached to someone who fucked you for pay.

Typical.

Maybe, it was best that you wouldn't see him again. You were in way too deep. A one-night stand, from a man, that fucked you so good you just couldn't forget. What had this man even done to you to make you feel so obligated to have emotional attachment to him? Why were you so drawn to him?

Who was Min yoongi? And what had he done to you?

Was this what they called love at first sight? Was that electrical current you felt towards him a connection? Could he feel it too? He had to feel it too right?

You, day by day, kept racking your brain. It causing moments that you went out of your mind and entered space as you spaced out.

You know that feeling when you want something? That feeling after you get it and it just doesn't hit the spot? Unsatisfying? That's what you felt every time you thought about min yoongi. You weren't satisfied. You didn't get enough of him.

No, you hadn't forgot his name. And no, you haven't forgot his face, and you definitely haven't forgot his sex.

You found yourself every night fucking yourself thinking about him. You played all the scenes of your encounter in your head over and over. Especially up until the very last moment when he came and said he loved you. Even though it was all for pretend, the thought of that always seemed to get you going over the edge and Cumming, it was all the very thought of him that sent you.

Y/n," a voice had said but you hadn't even heard him.

Yoongi filled your thoughts. You were way strung out on coke. You were in another world right now.Nobody could tell you nothing.

You cocked your head to the side as his intoxicated face was in front of yours. Lust was evident in his eyes and you felt the invisible pull toward him. That feeling you got every time washing over you.

Hallucinating, seeing yoongi again was the epiphany of self destruction. It always had you so emotional after.

Yoongi smirked-

"Y/N!" You woke up out of your trance, yoongi disappearing like smoke.

You looked up from the couch you were sitting on waiting for your next vip client. Cesar had talked you into doing them again so here you were getting fucked to get paid again. But you wish none of them were fucking you. Only yoongi.

Your blood ran cold at the sight of GD. Aka Kwon Jinyong.

Your blood ran cold.

No, you thought.

"Is there a reason why you aren't answering my texts back?!" he strides over- you siting on the couch smoking a joint.

Your eyes became wide as he got closer.

You dropped the joint on the couch and scrambled to pick it up before it burnt a hole in the leather,It dropping to the floor.

"Fuck," you hissed as you tried to pick it up from the floor. it landed next to your platforms. So, you decided to step on it with them, your relaxation time ruined by the monster in front of you.

You literally have ignored him for three months. You didn't realize the time passing as your mind was somewhere else.

"I've been busy," you said not looking at him- not really wanting to. No, not after that last event with him.

GD was In all black looking like the gang-leader he was-is. He was glaring down at you you feeling the anger radiating of him.

"You were busy?" he spat, "I highly doubt that," he said glaring down at you.

You finally looked up at him meeting his angry form, "I was actually," you said pushing it further.

"Hmm," he scoffed throwing his head to the side. He looked back at you, "I don't believe that for one second."

"Well believe whatever you want to, -actually could you like leave?- I have a client in ten minutes he could be here any minute now." You said wanting to end this conversation short not wanting anything to do with him. Ever. Again.

He just stared at you you looking back at him.

Maybe it was the coke but you had clearly forgotten the capabilities of this man. Your mind seemed to have tucked it away somewhere. The true definition of losing your marbles.

He pulled his hand back and smacked the fuck out of you. GD smacking the marbles back in place. "NEVER! I MEAN NEVER! TALK TO ME AGAIN LIKE THAT!" You held your face your body thrown to the side from the sudden impact. "Look at me when im speaking to you!"

Still holding your face you looked up at him tears springing your eyes. Your body shaking in fear.and this was why you stayed away from him. This wasn't the first time.

GD watched you. His eyes looking for any sign of disobedience in you. He closed his eyes and inhaled, then slowly exhaled. "I've told you this baby, I told you not to make me mad. You know how I get," he said finally opening his eyes again staring down at your broken form.

And so broken you were.

You looked down not wanting to show the tears that were about to spill over your face.

"Please don't ever try to order me out again. I go.when I go."He spat.

You looked back up shaking. Tears finally slipping over your tear ducks and out onto your cheeks. You let go of your face and tried to regulate your breathing as you were on the verge of having a panic attack. You rested your hands between your thighs and clasped them tight trying to hold on a little while longer.

"you understand?" he said becoming annoyed with you again almost smacking you but he turned around and tried to calm himself.

You flinched waiting for the impact that never came. GD turned back around. His phone rang before he could Finnish your conversation.

You tried to hold yourself together biting the inside of your cheek.

"Okay," he hung up the phone, "I have some things to attend to,- but we will continue this conversation."

You nodded your head and he left. As he strolled to the door, -he ran into someone shoulder checking them, not looking back.

You hadn't noticed this. You looked down trying to gather yourself before your client came.

You tried to move but you felt paralyzed. You kept looking around franticly trying to stop the tears from coming. You had to be professional and presentable.

You finally breaking out of your trance you leaned over to the table knocking everything down as you scrambled for tissue paper. You grabbed it and wiped your eyes. It spreading your mascara. You looked at the tissue and realized this.

"Fuck," you cried breaking down. You tried to wipe your eyes, in the midst of doing that you spotted a figure at the corner of your eye and you whipped your head towards it and your breath caught in your throat.

Yoongi stood there at the base of the door watching you curiously. He was intoxicated. You could tell in his face. He had his soju in his hand and he looked just like he did 3 months ago when you had last seen him.

Finally. Finally, he had came back.

Only you didn't want to see him.no not after what just happened. You didn't want him to see you in a broken form. You didn't want him to see that side of you. You shouldn't have cared what he saw when he looked at you. You were supposed to be only a fuck for him.

But you did.

Of course, you did.

You quickly got up shutting your emotions off and getting into character. But Yoongi could see right through you. You couldn't fool him, he wasn't stupid. Plus the smeared mascara under your eyes said otherwise.

Shit had just went down, plus the way that guy left your room,- left Yoongi wondering more than he should have.

"Are you my 12 o'clock," you said. Your voice had a slight shake in it.

He didn't say anything, making you anxious. He studied you. Looking at you. Knowing something was off about you.

You stared back at him. Your façade slowly melting off. But still you tried to hold yourself down.

"Are you alright?" yoongi questioned finally, ignoring your question, answering your question with a question - and taking a drink of his soju. You were surprised by his question, and it had completely thrown you off Shaking you completely out of character. The façade rapidly melting off.

He stared intently at you waiting for you to answer, you having no way to change the subject. You were completely naked in front of him. You had nothing to hide under.

So what now?

"Yeah," you said lying, taking the easy way out. With nothing else more to say other than that. You couldn't tell him. So you lied. Even though he could see right through you as if you were made of glass, you tried to utterly get him to believe you were fine. You even were trying to convince yourself.

You didn't want to talk about it. It was nothing. To you it was nothing. nothing compared to the agony you've been feeling for the last three months. GD hitting you didn't even compare To the restless nights and longing to be in his presence.

So, the last thing you wanted to talk about was another man. You wanted to focus only on him.

"i think that's not factual." he said taking another drink. You didn't have anything to say so you stood there dumbfounded. As he stared at you. But when you didn't reply back, "yes I am your twelve o'clock but i don't think we should do anything. you clearly seem shaken up about something..." he looked out into the hallway from where GD had left.

"NO! no! I'm fine I promise!" you said coming closer to him. Yoongi stared at you, you hoped you didn't sound too desperate.

You were now standing directly in front of him. Your platforms making you slightly tower over him.

he reached out to touch your face," he ran a thumb over the skin." he hit you didn't he?"

You panicked!

You Somehow forgetting about it , the pain of your cheek coming back. You forgetting this, as you were trying to convince him otherwise. him making you forget life itself.

Your face had developed a bluish tint to where a bruise had started to form.

Your mind raced as his hand rested on your face. You leaned into it closing your eyes. You feeling some sort of warmth from it.

Yoongi dropped his hand to his side. "I may come back again," he said not sounding for sure or not. Making promises wasn't his thing.

Your heart broke into a million pieces. You. Couldn't. Wait. Another. Three. Months. No, this was now or never. This wasn't about to end on a worse note than you already had started.

You both stared at each other. An electric current connecting you to him. "don't go you started to cry." you were breaking the rules. You were being desperate. Now not caring at all.

Now it was his turn to lose his façade His eyes widening in shock.

"I mean im okay you don't-" but you couldn't explain your reasoning. This was the first time seeing him in three months he couldn't just go like that. Not when you anticipated his return so eagerly.

Still he didn't say anything, he just watched you, waiting to see what else might come out your mouth. You hesitated but eventually "just help me forget," you said talking about him smacking you."pretend to love me this time.... even if its just for tonight." you said repeating his words from three months ago.

You waited for his reaction but he just stared at you. Your face heated up knowing you would be rejected. You were way out of place asking for such a request knowing he was the one paying you not the other way around.

Moments went by, silence engulfed you both. You both never broke eye contact. He took another drink of his soju his eyes fixated solely on you. He stepped over the threshold, your heart beating fast at the anticipation of what was happening. Coming straight towards you never breaking your eye contact

He backed you towards the couch and he put the soju down on the table all while still staring at you. He laid you down on the couch and he began kissing your body. He got up and closed the door and locked it an you watched him.

You squeezed your legs shut as your beautiful body waited for him on the couch. You were throbbing for him and it was too much to take.

He came back and opened your thighs making you whine.

Your stomach had butterflies in them and every time he touched you, you would shutter in its wake.

He got on top of you and kissed your neck leaving fresh new love bites on them. You whined when he did this. You grabbed him around his neck and kissed him there. You earned a groan from him and it excited you. You decided that you would step out of place and do everything to him you wanted just in case you never seen him again.

You grabbed his face and crashed your lips to his. He was surprised but he responded. He lost control as the kiss deepened and your heart nearly stoped.

He broke the kiss and kissed your collar bone, kissing you above your breast and so on, till he got to your woman hood. He slid your panties to your lingerie set to the side and took your clit in his mouth.

You whined. He was also stepping out of place. You were there to please him. Not him to please you. You weren't supposed to receive oral sex from your client, you were there to do it for him.

He shoved to finger in you and you lost it. You coming undone right beneath him. He sucked your clit and fingered you trying to get you off. Nothing but your cries filled the room.

When you came you nearly screamed. He held your hands from trying to push him away but you were so sensitive you couldn't take it. But then he made you cum again, -and you were sure your body would lose its soul. Your toes curling at the feeling he was giving you.

Yoongi hovered over you and pulled your boobs out of the baby doll. Kneading then softly making you twitch with every touch. Your whole body sensitive from his touch, it knowing what he was capable of,- making you cum. You came so hard for him.

He stood up and pulled his pants down to his thighs all while watching you and grabbed a condom off the table. He rolled it on and then hovered over you. He lined up with your entrance and then shoved into you.

You cried out. So sensitive already it feeling so intense as he fucked you.

He came down onto you, you grabbed him close. " I love you,” he whispered. And there it went, your soul left your body. He left kisses on your neck and surprisingly initiated the kiss. You responding quickly. He broke the kiss and watched as he fucked you, your eyes closed and whining beneath him.

He like you like that.

Yoongi pulled you up so you could sit on his lap and grabbed you by your waist and bouncing you up and down off him. You cried out and your tits bounced with the rhythm. You were so sexy to him it was dangerous. He could fall for a girl like you, but he wouldn't allow it.

Yoongi told you that he loved you again, and you whined when he fucked you harder. You finally told him you loved him back and he groaned when it left your lips, - him crashing his lips to yours again.

You wrapped your arms around his neck again and you humped the shit out of him. Yoongi entangled his arms from you and grabbed your face as you guys kissed. It being a little too intimate. You putting all your feelings into it and him?

You didn't know.

"You love me?" he said after he broke the kiss?

You shook your head yes

"Tell me."

"I love you," you breathed, igniting his intense orgasm.

He stiffened inside of you emptying his frustrations into you.

You came with him and that third strike took you out. You screamed his name this time and collapsed on his chest. With your head on his shoulder grabbing him tightly. And you just stayed like that. you clinging to him and crying.

He rubbed your back and you stayed like that. Just listening to each other's breathing. You didn't want this to end. You didn't want to NOT see him anymore.

You needed this person in your life.there was just something about him. You needed him. You craved him. Longed for him.

Yoongi had became such an important part of your life and you didn't ask for it just happened.

You never experienced love before but the feeling you had when you were with him showed you otherwise.

Tears slightly ran down your face, you not wanting to face the reality that was and is Yoongi.

He was your client nothing more but you just didn't want to accept it.

He kissed your neck softly and you whined at the contact. He was still inside of you but he had started to soften.

You didn't want to move so you waited for him to. He didn't.

Yoongi didn't want to leave either. He felt weird around you and he didn't know why. He didn't like to think about it. He didn't want to figure it out. He was afraid of the outcome.

He contemplated even coming back in the first place and this was what he was afraid of. He was afraid of you. You scared him. You could unlock things he kept away. You seemed to break through to him penetrating through the intoxication he used as a mask.

No girl has ever done that and you scared him.

So when you never seen him again it broke you.

you were right you never saw him again.

Yoongi never came back.

And he was never going to.

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White Pearl | Yandere JJK x Reader

Summary: You’ve been working as a stripper for a month until billionaire Jeon Jungkook suddenly takes an interest in you, actually maybe too much of an interest…

Word count: 4k

Genre: Yandere, sugar daddy au

Pairing: CEO Sugar daddy Jungkook x stripper sugar baby reader, short mentions of Cha Eunwoo & Jung Jaehyun.

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, obsessive behaviour, kidnapping, abuse of power, fight scene, non consensual touching, mentions of a dead father.

Disclaimer: This type of content is not suitable for all audiences and I do not condone any of the presented behaviours. This is purely for entertainment and fictional purposes and I don’t think any BTS member would act like this.

Authors note: Okay I’m really proud of how this turned out! I really hope you enjoy reading it and share feedback!☺️💜

In three days, Jeon Jungkook will become the heir of his deceased father’s successful real estate company. Jungkooks fate was written from the moment he was born, it was only a matter of time before it happened. The old man had it coming, drinking aged scotch and smoking the finest Cuban cigars since he could remember.

Jungkook has never been close with his parents. He despised them. His parents wanted nothing to do with him, his only purpose was to take over his father’s company, and Jungkook knew that. That’s why he wasted no time trying to get closer to his parents. It was no use. They made that very clear when they sent 7-year-old Jungkook to a prestigious boarding school with other rich snobs.

Although, being an only child, rich and privileged. All he had to do was to snap his fingers and he’d get what he wanted almost immediately.

The newest expensive car? Check.

Private jets? Check.

Luxury real estate? Check.

You could say he had it all, at least the materialistic stuff.

“I’m sorry for your loss Ms. Jeon,” Eunwoo said, greeting Jungkook’s mother.

“Thank you Eunwoo, Jungkook’s in there.” She said, slightly smiling. Not seeming bothered by her husband's death.

“Hey Kook, how are you holding up? Your mom seems fine.” Jaehyun said, putting his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder in a comforting manner.

Jaehyun along with Eunwoo have been his only friends since boarding school. All 3 shared similar backgrounds, it was obvious that they were gonna be good friends.

“I’m fine, I think she’s okay too.”

It was true, his father’s death didn’t affect them emotionally as much as it should’ve. It’s messed up really, and he knew it too.

“So how much did you inherit exactly?” Eunwoo asked.

“A lot.” Jungkook laughed, “Hey how about I treat you guys to a drink.”

“Sure, or we could go to the club? There’s this new strip club, who knows what the girls will do for just a few bucks.” Jaehyun asked, raising his eyebrow.

“You want me to go to a strip club the same day my father’s funeral was held?” Jungkook asked, offended.

“I’m in.” He quickly agreed.

“Alright! Be there by 11 and bring a lot of cash.” Eunwoo cheered, grabbing Jaehyun on his way out.

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“You're late.” Your co-worker Bora said, reapplying her cherry red lipstick.

“Yeah, I had to send in my assignment early today.” You said, taking off your jacket and stripping down.

It’s been a month since you started working as a stripper at Black Pearl Club. You had originally applied to work as a bartender at the club but didn’t get the job. So to pay off your student debt faster and the rent this month, you decided that temporarily working as a stripper wouldn’t be so bad. Just until you graduate college you thought.

“Okay well hurry up and get ready, it’s getting really busy out there.”

“I know I’m almost done. Just need five minutes.” You said putting on your pink glitter stripper heels and quickly doing your makeup.

“Omg!!”

“What?!” You yelled at Bora, startled by her sudden shouting.

“It’s freaking Jeon Jungkook.” She said, peeping out the door.

“Who?” You asked, genuinely confused about who she's talking about.

“You can't be serious? Jeon Jungkook, the heir to Jeon Real Estate.” She said, pushing down her top a bit to show more cleavage.

“Look! He brought Cha Eunwoo and Jung Jaehyun. Okay, I’m going out there and you better hurry before the girls claim them.” She said, leaving to approach both of the two guys she mentioned.

Successfully snatching both of them. Wow, the power of Bora you thought.

Taking a last glance at yourself in the mirror, you walk out of the dressing room and start dancing to the music playing. Still being very new at this, you don’t attract a lot of attention. Intimidated by the other strippers, you try to stay low. Meaning sitting on people's lap, feeding them shots, letting them feed you shots. You’d occasionally go on the pole, but on busy days like this, you tend to stay away and let the pros do their thing.

“How did you even become a stripper?” A voice spoke out, loud enough for you to hear.

“Excuse me?” You said, turning around to the bastard that said that.

“I mean, look at you. You don’t belong here.” He said, smirking while eyeing you up and down.

“Listen, sir, I don’t know what kind of sick role play you’re into. But I’m leaving.” You spat, rolling your eyes at the freak.

“Wait, hold on.” He said, stopping in front of you.

“What?”

“I’ll pay 100 bucks in you sit on my lap.”

“Only by sitting on your lap?” You asked, skeptical by his offer.

“Just like I said, Princess.” He said, holding his hand out, waiting for you to grab it.

You reach your hand out to hold his as he leads you to a private VIP room. The room is very well decorated, the walls are painted in a matt black color, the velvet furniture, chandler, red led lights, and the strip pole in the middle of the room give it a very seductive and a sensual vibe.

No wonder why the room is so expensive, you have to preorder it days before. Now knowing he’s loaded because he just offered 100 bucks for you to sit on his lap. You started to think maybe you should’ve been nicer to him before.

He sits down on the velvet armchair, making himself comfortable as he sits you down on his lap. Puts his one hand on your right thigh and the other on your waist. Not knowing what to do with your arms, you gently wrap both of them around his neck. Takes a second to admire his features. He wasn’t ugly he was rather handsome. His tattoos and piercings make him look a bit imitating at first, but taking a closer look at his face, all you could see are those pretty doe-looking eyes and his cupid bow-shaped light pink lips.

“Like what you see.” He said, smirking. Knowing damn well you did.

Embarrassed that he caught you staring at him.

“It’s not ugly.” You admitted. He slightly grinned at your comment, “So, what brought you to work as a stripper?” He asked, scrunching his eyebrows together and tilting his head to the side.

“You’re seriously asking me that?” You sighed. “The rent is not gonna pay on its own, and neither will the student debt.” You said avoiding his eyes and biting your bottom lip. A habit you’ve always had when you get nervous.

You couldn’t see it, but you felt his aroused stare on you. You felt a slight shiver down your spine as you glanced down at your hands, thinking how much longer you must sit on his lap.

“You’re more of a white pearl.” He finally spoke up, changing the topic all of the sudden.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you remind me of innocence, purity, and beauty.” He explained in a charming tone, pulling you closer to himself as he brought his hand underneath your chin, slightly tilting your face up to meet his.

“I watched you the whole time you know, clearly you’re not cut out for this.” He said grinning.

“Give me a break, I've been here for a week.” You lied, feeling embarrassed.

“Hmm right, how about I make you an offer you can’t refuse.”

“What would that offer be?”

“Be my escort.”

“Okay bye,” You said trying to get up from his lap but his hand on your waist prevented you from being even able to get up.

“Easy baby. Don’t worry, I’m not talking about that kind of escort. Think of it more like a sugar baby.” He said, caressing your thigh.

“I’ll take you to parties, spoil you with gifts. I’ll even pay you a thousand dollars for each hour you spend with me.”

“Why would you want to do that?”

“Something tells me you’d seem fun to spoil.”

Thinking of the condition you’re in, it couldn’t get any worse. You already have another part-time job at the cafe that’s been kicking your ass as well. Sure it wouldn’t hurt to go to a few parties with him…

“Fine, but I’m not doing anything more than what I’m doing now.”

“Very well, I’ll pick you up by 5 tomorrow to discuss some rules that I have of my own.”

“Rules? What rules?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

He said, taking a card out from his front pocket, it seems to be some kind of business card along with a 100-dollar bill. He gently squeezed your thigh, “Just as I promised, see you, tomorrow princess.” He said, giving you the card with the bill, taking a last look at you before leaving you in the room feeling dumbfounded. You look at the card, it was black with gold engravings, along with his contact information. You read the name on the card, “Jeon Jungkook,” you muttered. No freaking way, the guy Bora was talking about earlier?

Now, this was your chance, if he’s loaded like Bora mentioned, then you could easily get your life together and not live in debt. Sure it’s not ideal, but it’s better than any other solution you had left.

﹉﹉﹉

You had just finished your lecture and were ready to leave campus to your home building. Feeling tired from not getting enough sleep from your busy work and school schedules. You rub your eye with your palm to try to stay awake, as soon as your vision sets you spot a black Bugatti parking in the nearby campus parking lot. The person getting out was none other than Jeon Jungkook. He looked a bit more casual than he did yesterday, yesterday he was wearing a classic suit with a tie. Today he wore a black silk-like blouse tucked into his pants with a black blazer, and to top it off, some silver piercings and a chain around his neck.

He walked up the stairs and greeted you with a smile “You ready?”

“How’d you know where I go to school?” You wondered.

“I have my ways” he smirked, reaching his hand out for you the second time this week. Rolling your eyes at his reply, you grab his tattooed hand. You could feel people staring at you, and for once in your life, you didn’t feel embarrassed, uncomfortable, or anxious. You felt safe. Still holding your hand, Jungkook opened the car's front door, helping you get in.

Yeah, you could get used to this.

The car ride was mostly quiet, thankfully he had put the radio on for you. It wasn’t long until you reached the destination, you knew it the moment you saw a huge tall building, one you couldn’t even imagine existed.

He parks the car and helps you out, next thing you know you’re standing next to Jungkook as he types in the code to enter his apartment. You couldn’t help but mildly widen your eyes when he opened the door to his penthouse. Amazed by how beautiful and big his apartment was, “Like what you see so far?” He smiled amused, putting his hand on your back and guiding you to what looked to be his office. You sit down on the other side of the desk, “So, where were we, baby?” He said taking out some paperwork from a file.

“You said you had some rules?”

“Right, they’re not hard to follow so it should be okay princess.” He said, giving you a paper with the rules written on it.

Rule number 1:

Until the contract expires, you’ll be living with Jungkook.

“What?!”

“Hm? What’s a wrong babe?”

“I can’t live here!”

“Why not?”

“I have my apartment, and it’s too far away from school and my jobs.”

“About that, you no longer work there. I mailed both the cafe and strip club, you quit a few hours ago.”

This bastard-

“And you have a chauffeur from now on. You didn’t think you’d be working there while being with me? It would be too stressful for you so I took care of it.” He simply said like it was no big deal, further pissing you off.

“Yes but…ugh never mind. But I’m sleeping on my bed.” You demanded.

“Whatever you say, baby.”

Rule number 2:

Jungkook will pick out your clothing.

“Really? Rule number 2.” You said, not slightly amused.

“Well, I have to make sure I take good care of you don’t I.” He said, grinning.

Fair enough, you thought.

Rule number 3

Always let Jungkook where you are at all times.

Reading all the rules, which was 3 in total. It didn’t seem so bad. So you agreed, signing the contract in a heartbeat. Later, Jungkook showed you around the penthouse, after all, your stuff arrives at his house, you unpack and get settled into your current home.

Jungkook had told you about a party tomorrow night. It was a celebration because he would take over his deceased father’s company.

And now, you’re currently sitting at the dining table, with Jungkook sitting at the other end as you guys eat dinner cooked by a professional chef. You weren’t gonna lie, it was the best meal you’ve ever eaten. Devouring almost all of your food, you finally dared to ask him about his father.

“You said something about your father passing away? I’m sorry, it must’ve been tough.” You said, giving him a weak smile.

His expression changed almost immediately as he stopped chewing for a moment, he had this cold look in his eyes. Almost like I had mentioned an enemy. He takes a sip of the red wine before speaking. “Don’t be, the old man had it coming.” He said in an emotionless tone. Clearing up his throat, “We should get ready for bed, we’ll have a long day tomorrow.” He said, whipping his mouth with the napkin. Not needing to ask further questions, you quickly understood what kind of relationship he had with his father. Almost feeling bad for him, you agreed and went to wash up in your room.

“Princess, may I come in?” Jungkook asked,

“Yeah it’s fine, come in!” You shouted from the bathroom as you turned off the hairdryer.

“I brought you a gift.” He said, placing the large gift box on the dresser.

Excited to see what his first gift was, you pull the string of the white ribbon and open the box. Not sure of what it is, you take it out.

It was the most stunning red dress you’ve ever seen, you couldn’t help but to slightly open your jaw, amazed by how beautiful it was.

“I’m guessing you like it?”

“I love it.”

“There’s more.” He said excitedly, taking out a small jewelry box, you opened the box in his hands, and inside it was a simple yet stunning white pearl necklace.

He gently grabs your waist, turning you to the mirror as he moves your hair to the side, keeping eye contact with you through the mirror, he successfully puts on the necklace. He doesn’t let go, instead, he just stands there, still holding you as he admires all of you.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He whispered in your ear.

You swallow harshly before speaking up. “We should go to bed.” You said in a low voice. As soon as you said that, he slowly let go of you, “You’re right, tell me if you need anything.” He said, looking almost embarrassed, wishing you a good night before closing the bedroom door.

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Weeks had gone by, and everything was going great. Jungkook kept his word and he even sent you more money than he had promised you, plus the expensive gifts you’ve been receiving every day.

He was also getting less of a jerk compared to the night you first met. As each day went by, he was getting more and more caring and affectionate. For example, he’d visit you from his busy schedule during your school breaks to have lunch together to make sure you ate, and he’d often compliment you on how astonishing and pretty you are. He’d spend more quality time with you alone and not with other people, preferring to spend time with only you doing various fun activities you never thought you’d have the chance to. Turns out you had some things in common, you both preferred to stay home, watching old movies and stuffing your faces with food.

You arrive at Jungkook's penthouse late from school, and you see another gift placed on your bed. You squeal, excited to see what he had gotten you this time. You open the gift and inside is another dress to die for, but also a small white note.

Wear this tonight Beautiful and be ready by 7.

- Love, Jungkook

Putting the breathtaking dress on, you stop to look at yourself in the mirror and wonder what Jungkook exactly sees in you to think that you’re so beautiful. Taking a last glance, you can’t help but think how different everything would’ve been if you hadn’t worked as a stripper 2 months ago and met Jungkook. Trying to find the right heels for your dress, you heard knocking on the door. “Come in,” you say whilst sitting on the bed to put your shoes on.

“Are you ready? Oh here let me help.” He said, taking the shoes from your hand. Kneeling, he put your foot on his thigh as he gently slid on one heel after the other.

”Come on baby, I have a surprise.” He said opening the door for you. As mentioned before, Jungkook had become more affectionate. The whole car ride, Jungkook had put one hand on your thigh while driving, caressing it soothingly and delicately. You didn’t mind as it made you feel calm and safe.

Arriving at the location, it seemed like it was a dinner surprise at a very fancy restaurant. Standing outside of the building, you start to feel a little unsettled, Jungkook notices and walks next to you offering you his arm which you gladly take as you walk in together.

“This is very nice, thank you Jungkook.”

“It is my pleasure, expect more of these in the future Princess.”

“Welcome to Jungsik, I’ll be taking your order tonight.” The waiter said, turning to you as he smiled waiting for you to order.

“Thank you, I’ll have the-“

“Wait, I’m sorry, you look familiar?”

“Oh, I do?” You said anxiously.

You could see Jungkook trying to hold back, poking his tongue into his cheek, slowly curling his hand into a fist.

“Right! You’re one of the strippers at Black Pearl Club! Shit you looked so hot in-“

“Okay, that’s it!” Jungkook yelled, grabbing the guy by his collar, ready to grow the punch “Jungkook stop!” You yelled, looking at him terrified.

Jungkook turned his head to stare at you, breathing heavily through his nose, aggressively letting go of the trembling guy that was trying to catch his breath.

“Come on baby we’re leaving.” He quickly said grabbing your wrist while shooting daggers with his eyes at the waiter.

You were shit scared, never have you seen him like this. Sure he could be a teasing jerk sometimes but on no occasion have you seen him like this. It was as if he wasn’t there at all, if you hadn’t stopped him from beating that guy up things could’ve ended badly. The car ride back home was silent, he was driving home so fast you were surprised the cops didn’t stop you guys.

“I have some paperwork to take care of. You can get ready for bed, okay princess.” He said, smiling weakly.

Not knowing what to say and frankly too shaken up from the incident, you just nod. Done preparing, you sit in your pajamas not wanting the night to end the way it did. After all that happened today, you wanted to make sure that Jungkook was at least okay. You tiptoe on the cold tile, ready to knock on the slightly ajar door.

“Yes, Son Jiho, at Jungsik restaurant. Take care of it, I want him gone for good.” Jungkook said, speaking through gritted teeth. Hanging up, a cruel smug smile formed on his face as he took a deep breath in, chuckling at the thought of that man’s death.

You stood there frozen with your eyes widened, your heart started beating fast and your chest felt tight. You finally took a step back, trying to recollect yourself. You quickly hurry back into your room, standing there for a second before quickly packing your old back bag. You had enough cash to get away from that crazy bastard. Packing all the necessities, you quickly got changed into some of the other clothes you still had left from before. Slightly opening the bedroom door, you peek to see if he was there. The lights were all turned off which meant he had gone to bed, carefully closing the door, you tiptoed to the front door. You type in the code but it won't open, you blame the dark so you try to type it again.

“Princess?” You heard his voice call through the dark. You slowly turn around to face him.

“Where are you off to so late at night?” He asked, walking closer to you.

“I forgot my book at the library the other day and I need it.” You said, trying to sound as casual and calm as possible.

“Oh really? So you didn’t happen to overhear me in the office earlier.”

He knows.

He started walking even closer to you, trapping you in the corner of the room.

You could feel his breathing down your neck. Swallowing harshly before speaking up. “W- what happened to him?”

“Oh you don't have to worry about that baby” he cooed, “but if you must know.” He said, looking into your eyes, as he gently stroked your cheek.

“He’s in a better place now.” He said, smirking.

Too scared to move away, you closed your eyes trembling out of fear. How did you get yourself into this mess?

“Enough about him. You weren’t leaving me, now were you baby?”

“No.” You whisper, lying through your teeth.

He exhaled out, relieved, “Oh thank god, my good girl wouldn’t leave me, not that you could anyways.” He said smiling, holding your face with both his hands, admiring your features.

“What?”

“The moment you signed that contract you were officially mine.”

Your heart skipped a beat, trying to get away from him, “What? No Jungkook I-“

“I’m the only one that can look after you! Hell, I was the only one who helped you when you needed it the most! You need me!” He yelled as he got frustrated.

He tried to take a deep breath in, trying to calm himself down. “All, you need to know is that you’re mine, I’m not ever letting you go ever and the sooner you accept that, the better it will be for you.” He said, forcing a smile.

“Do you understand?” He asked.

You slowly nodded.

“I’m sorry I didn’t hear you?” He asked again, trying to catch your gaze.

“I understand.” You choked out.

“Ohh there’s my good girl.” He softened, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“You must be tired huh baby?” He said frowning, letting go of your face as he held your hand instead.

“Come on baby, let’s go to our room and get ready for the night.”

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chimsworldsstuff · 1 year

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BTS FF RECOMMANDATIONS

I still update everytime I read something!

KIM NAMJOON

Drunk texting | exes to lovers mini series | by @xpeachesncream

Prohibido | brothers's best friend au series | by @personasintro

Partners | strangers to lovers series | by @btssmutgalore

The art of war | exes AU series | ongoing | by @muniimyg

KIM SEOKJIN

To kill a King | historical fantasy world series | prince x OC | still ongoing | by @foxymoxynoona

By your side | roommates to lovers series | by @sodoyouknowbts

Forever | exes to lovers | by @oddinary4bts

PARALUMAN | love triangle ft. Jungkook series | by @muniimyg

Doe's peak | Hogwarts au one-shot | by @inkedtae

MIN YOONGI

Matilda | brother's best friend series | by @babystrcandy

Daydream | strangers to lovers (nurse x single dad) series | by @xpeachesncream

Schemin' | infidelity au | boss/employee series | by @dollfaceksj

Love lockdown | strangers to lovers (zombie apocalypse au) series | still ongoing | by @personasintro

Monachopsis | brother's husband au series | by @personasintro

Away from you | married couple au series | still ongoing | by @personasintro

Can't afford love | ex husband au series | by @dollfaceksj

Your universe | friends to lovers series | by @muniimyg

It takes two | best friends to lovers one-shot | by @xpeachesncream

JUNG HOSEOK

Soulmate | friends with benefits au series | by @bteezxyewriter12

Live, laugh, love | best friends to lovers | by @untaemedqueen

In good hands | smut one-shot | by @minisugakoobies

PARK JIMIN

I want to be with you | strangers (fan) to lovers long one-shot | by @oddinary4bts

Shifters | supernatural series | by @yoonia

Raise the barre | dance series au, rivals to lovers | by @kpopfanfictrash

The misadventures list | fake dating au | ongoing series | by @kimvvantae

Dance it off | enemies to lovers long one-shot | dancers au | by @kookdiaries

Believe it | friends to enemies to lovers long one-shot | by @writtenwhalien

Tainted | secret relationship AU | by @muniimyg

Paris in the rain | strangers to lovers series | still ongoing | by @sugarwithtea

Best of me | best friends to lovers series | by @writtenwhalien

KIM TAEHYUNG

The half-lycan | supernatural series | read Blood Moon Rising (Shifters series) first | by @yoonia

Crazy for you | (idol au) best friend's brother to lovers | by @oddinary4bts

Norway | couple journey long one-shot | by @edytae

Dad - dy | married couple one-shot | by @edytae

Patient love | best friend roommate au three-shot | still ongoing | by @writtenwhalien

JEON JUNGKOOK

Mutual help | best friends & fake dating au series | still ongoing | by @personasintro

Tell me what changed | fuckboy best friend au series | by @foxymoxynoona

Clash | enemies to lovers (neighbors au) series | still ongoing | by @matchagator

Confessions and confetti | friends to lovers one-sho | by @matchagator

Taste of a poison paradise | enemies to lovers AU | by @dollfaceksj

Motor head | friends with benefits one-shot | by @jeonjcngkook

Lowkey | friends to lovers (college au) & fake dating series | by @xpeachesncream

The millionaire and his lover | friends to lovers (CEO au) long one - shot | by @gukyi

Bands | stripper & idol AU | by @xpeachesncream

Libertine | f*ckboy and f*uckgirl au series | on going | by @msnanu

Denial | friends with benefits to lovers series | by @girlygguk

Liquid courage | strangers to lovers mini series | by @xpeachesncream

Hot in black | husband au one-shot | by @vminizzle

Hush Hush | brother's best friend au one-shot | by @sparklingchim

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minisugakoobies · 9 months

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Paradise | JJK - Fourteen

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), slow burn, love triangle, Stripper!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: drinking, references to blow jobs that happened like 60 seconds before the chapter starts, Jungkook's a bit possessive, Jin's a bit jealous, mentions of pregnancy, references to sex, 2021 AMAs Jungkook is the wedding visual, special guest stars Woosung and El Capitxn

Word Count: 7.5k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!

A/N: Happy two years of Paradise!! 🎉 Two years ago today, I posted the first chapter of what was going to be a five-part series. So to say I can't believe we're here is really no joke!! Thank you to everyone who has read, commented, reblogged, sent me asks or DM'd me about this series - this is all because of you! 💜💜💜

Unbeta'd as usual. Please don’t be a silent reader, I’d love to hear from you! Taglist is open. 💕

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Turns out that impulsiveness looks pretty good on you.

Or so you think to yourself, catching your reflection in the mirror of the men’s room as you leave Jungkook to collect himself after giving him the best blow job of his life (your words - although, based on the look on his face as you’d swallowed, you might not be far off).

You hadn’t planned on dragging him into the bathroom like that, but upon seeing him walk out onto the terrace in that grey belted suit, looking like an absolute dream, well, you simply could not help yourself.

You also hadn’t meant to tell him you missed him last night. But you had, because you did. God, when had you turned into this - this massive simp? It was only yesterday morning that you’d woken up in Jungkook’s embrace. You’d barely spent 24 hours apart - so why were you so desperate to get back into his arms?

Of course, none of this matters right now. There are only minutes to go before the ceremony begins, and you need to pull your head out of the clouds and get back to Jennie and the others. Starting by escaping the men’s room sight unseen.

“YN!”

Or not.

As soon as you close the door, you hear Jin’s voice calling to you. He’s standing at the other end of the little hallway, near the entrance to the reception room.

“Hey,” you reply, trying to be the most nonchalant you’ve ever been in your life, as if you weren’t just gagging on Jungkook’s dick in a public bathroom.

Jin smiles as you approach, but there’s a gleam in his eye that makes you nervous, and you’re so busy trying to come up with a valid excuse for why he saw you emerging from the men’s room that you apparently forget how to walk, trip over the hem of your gown, and crash directly against his chest.

“Easy, tiger!” he laughs, arms locking around your back as he helps you stand back upright. “I’m used to ladies throwing themselves at me, but only you’ve taken it literally.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re pretty sure he’s not lying about fighting off admirers, given that he looks like a supermodel in his crisply tailored tuxedo. His bowtie is a little crooked thanks to being squashed by your face during your ungainly landing, so you gently fix it, and Jin thanks you with a soft grin.

“I left my glasses at home, so tell me - did I just see you leav-” Jin suddenly stops in the middle of his sentence, his gaze drifting over your shoulder. “Oh. Nevermind, I see.” He takes a step back, arms falling from your waist.

Another hand slips into yours.

Jungkook didn’t wait very long before following you out of the restroom. He squeezes your hand as you glance at him, but he stares directly at Jin, nostrils flaring slightly, eyes narrowed, lips pursed tightly as if - as if -

Oh, shit.

“You left this behind, jagiya.” Jungkook turns to you, his face shifting into a softer expression as he produces your clutch like some sort of trophy. You must’ve left it on the counter. “Did you want me to hold it during the ceremony?”

Your brain is lagging severely at the moment, trying to process two major facts at once. Fact one: Jin obviously realized that you were with Jungkook in the bathroom. Fact two: you completely forgot to tell Jungkook that Jin would be at the wedding. Which, given the events of the last 24 hours, it’s understandable that it slipped your mind, but this isn’t how you’d expected to officially introduce them. And he doesn’t exactly look thrilled to run into him now.

On top of that, Jungkook has asked you a question. And is now waiting for an answer, while Jin watches in polite silence.

“Um. Yes. Sorry, yes, can you keep an eye on it for me?”

Jungkook nods, tucking the clutch into his jacket and patting it lightly. “Of course,” he says, nodding solemnly, as if you’d just asked him to protect precious goods and not a cheap bag full of tissues and mints.

Jin clears his throat lightly.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Jin, this is Koo- Jungkook. Jungkook, Jin.”

Of all the ways for these two to meet, this might not be the most embarrassing, but it’s definitely up there. There’s still a bit of Jungkook’s taste lingering on your tongue as the two men shake hands, Jin wincing slightly.

You try to quickly fill Jungkook in. “Jin’s the best man.”

“Sure am.” Jin grins.

“He and Yoongi grew up together,” you add, ignoring Jin’s little interjection, knowing that Jungkook didn’t miss it based on the way his jaw flexes violently, as if he’s gnashing his teeth.

“Nice to meet you, Jungkook. That’s quite a grip you have there.” Jin slides his hands into his pockets. “YN’s told me a little about you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” Jungkook replies, inclining his head slightly. His hand returns to yours, fingers locking firmly. “Wish I could say the same, but YN never mentions you.”

You try to control your face as you look at Jungkook. What did he just say?

Jin just grins wider. “So… she said you’re a dancer?”

“Yeah, I'm a dancer. But I’m also an artist,” Jungkook replies, chest puffing out slightly.

“Yes! You should see his work, Jin. He’s an incredibly talented painter,” you add, and the corner of Jungkook’s mouth twitches, like he’s holding back a smile. “I might actually have a photo on my phone…”

Jungkook doesn’t give you any time to check. “Y’know, I think I’ve heard of you. You’re a cook, right? I think my halmeoni watches your show.”

If Jungkook intended that as a jab, Jin shows no sign that he felt it. “Well, technically, I’m a chef. And a restaurateur. But yes, I do host a successful cooking program - actually, it’s about to be turned into a series for a major network.”

“Right. So like I said. You cook.”

Jin’s the one twitching now, his eyebrow rising slightly at Jungkook’s blasé tone. But rather than looking annoyed, Jin looks amused. Meanwhile, Jungkook is still glowering. You, though? Your smile feels a little strained as you try not to react to the snarky shots being fired off around you. Jungkook seems more rattled than you’d expected by Jin’s presence. You’ve never heard him talk like this.

“You’re right, I do cook a little,” Jin laughs. “I’d like to think I’m pretty good at it. But YN could tell you, since I’ve cooked for her a few times.” He glances at you, the sparkle in his eye you’d noted earlier back and twinkling a little too merrily for your comfort. “From what I remember, she’s been pretty satisfied every time.”

And you’d thought this couldn’t get any more awkward than running into Jin post-beej. How silly of you.

Jungkook’s fingers grip yours tighter. “And yet not satisfied enough to ever bring it up. Huh. Sounds like it was kinda forgettable.”

Jin’s eyes flicker to yours questioningly and you cringe, still struggling to come up with anything to say that could make this conversation less tense. At this point, you’d be better off wishing for the ground to open up beneath you, as useless as your brain is being.

Jin coughs. “Anyway, YN, Yoongi asked me to tell you to tell Jennie that the officiant is running a little late. Nothing to worry about!” he adds hastily upon seeing your concerned face. “Just caught in traffic. But on his way.”

Great, another thing for Jennie to stress out about. “Okay. I’ll let her know.”

Guests are starting to fill up the rows of chairs on the other side of the glass wall. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Lisa heading towards you, waving your bouquet. Thankful for the interruption, you stretch out your hand.

“Come on, we’re cutting it close on time!” she announces. “Hey, what happened to your lipstick?”

“Uh…” Rather than answer, you opt for escape, tugging on Jungkook’s hand lightly to urge him to follow you. “One sec, Lis. Come on, Jungkook, let’s find you a seat.”

“See you at the altar!” Jin calls behind you, and you wince, feeling Jungkook stiffen momentarily.

There’s an empty chair on the end of a row on the bride’s side. Jungkook folds himself into it, placing your clutch delicately on his lap.

“Um, so, we already took photos earlier, so I’ll just come find you after the ceremony.”

“Okay.” Jungkook chews on his bottom lip, nodding.

An unsettling feeling comes over you. Should you apologize for not telling him about Jin? Or say something about what just happened in the hallway? What did just happen, anyway?

Through the glass, you can see Lisa waving, pointing at her watch. Shit. Whatever happened, you’ll just have to talk about it later.

As you turn to leave, Jungkook grabs your wrist. He threads his fingers through yours, pulling you closer to him, until his lips brush your cheek. “See you soon, jagiya.” He gives you another soft smile, sunlight sparkling in his eyes. The angry scowl from the hallway is nowhere to be seen.

Your head is a mess as you follow Lisa. How had you not mentioned to Jungkook that Jin would be here? Damn, maybe he was right - maybe you really never talk about Jin.

Both men had warned you when you started dating them that they could get competitive. Apparently that meant passive aggressive disses and weirdly possessive behavior. If this is how the two of them are going to behave, you’re in for a long day.

A small room cordoned off from the rest of the rooftop restaurant has been turned into the bride’s waiting room. Jisoo’s doing a last pass on Jennie’s makeup when you arrive. She takes one look at you and reaches for a tube of lipstick sitting on the makeshift vanity.

“Babe, what happened to you? You look stressed.”

Rosé hums in agreement. “I expected you to stumble in here looking more satisfied than that. You dragged Jungkook away at lightning speed!”

“Pucker up,” Jisoo orders you, and you obey, letting her fix your lips.

“Mmm, well, I found her talking to both Jungkook and Jin in the hallway, so maybe that has something to do with it?” Lisa pipes up, eyebrow raised.

“Oh shit, did something go down?” Rosé asks, a little too excited for your taste.

“Well, actually,” you start to say, then shake your head. This is the last thing you need right now. This day is too important to be derailed by your love life. “I’m fine. Everything’s fine. Oh, but Jin did say that the officiant’s running a little late, Jennie. He’s on his way, so there’s no need to panic, but the ceremony might start a few minutes later than planned.”

“Oh, see, Jennie? I told you there was no reason to worry - now you’re not the only one who’s late!”

“Jisoo!” Lisa hisses. Rosé covers her mouth to suppress her giggles.

Jennie, who has been sitting silently since you walked in, inspecting her appearance in the makeup mirror, lets out a strangled sound that’s a cross between a laugh and a wail, and buries her face in her hands.

“Girl, please do not make me fix your makeup again,” Jisoo pleads as she crouches next to Jennie. You pull up a chair next to her and sigh, rubbing Jennie’s arm lightly.

“Ji’s lame attempts at humor aside, how are you feeling?” you ask.

Your best friend is absolutely radiant in her white gown, dark hair tumbling in gentle waves down her back as she turns to you.

“I’m still okay. I know things were a little… dramatic yesterday, but really, I’m okay today. You guys don’t have to keep asking me how I’m feeling.” Jennie clasps your hands, giving you a soft smile. “I’m excited and I’m nervous but more than all of that I’m ready to marry the love of my life.” She pauses. “I think maybe I should use the bathroom again, though. I guess I have some time.”

“I’ll help you,” Lisa volunteers, gathering Jennie’s train and following her out of the room.

You’re quiet until the door closes behind them. “Okay, was anyone else expecting her to freak out about the ceremony starting late?”

“She’s keeping it together, somehow,” Jisoo shrugs. “I think she’s still a bit in shock, honestly. But she’ll be okay.”

“She’s fine, as long as no one mentions anything about the you-know-what,” Rosé informs you, crossing her arms as she glares at Jisoo.

“You don’t have to censor yourself when she’s not in the room.” Jisoo rolls her eyes.

Your friends fall into their usual bickering, but you’re too deep in your thoughts about Jennie to bother telling them to knock it off. Maybe Jisoo’s right and she’s still adjusting. Just another reason to try to stay focused on her and make sure everything goes perfectly for her and Yoongi.

It’s the least you can do for your friend, after the day she had yesterday.

Yesterday

Friday morning brings you a sweet surprise. You weren’t expecting to wake up with Jungkook in your bed. He spent most of the night making you forget all about Taehyung’s joking offer to drop to his knees at your promise to help him, doing such a good job that you’d almost forgotten your own name, too. You’d figured he’d slip out in the middle of the night after you’d fallen asleep.

You were wrong. He’s still here, all messy bedhead and sleepy eyes, laughing quietly about alarm clocks and wrapping you up in his arms. He follows you like a puppy as you start your morning routine - into the shower, back into your room, and then into your kitchen - and honestly it’s no wonder that you decide to take the day off to spend it with him. The thought of repeating yesterday and hanging out with him all day is too tempting to refuse. Even though you’ll see him pretty much all day tomorrow at the wedding - look, if he’s down for it, then why not?

And then somehow the universe decides that your day has only been maybe a solid eight out of ten so far and decides to kick it up a few more notches, by offering you a possible life boat off the sinking ship that is your job.

Hey YN!

I know this is ridiculously fast, but my company has an opening, and I think you’d be great for the job! Long story short someone unexpectedly quit yesterday, so now we have a position we need to fill immediately. I hope it’s okay, but I’ve given your name to our VP in charge of hiring and she’d like to bring you in for an interview! She asked me to reach out and see if you’d be all right with coming in next week - I know that’s fast, but this is for a new project that’s being rushed to production so we really need someone to crunch some numbers ASAP!

Let me know if you’re interested!

Best,

Wendy

As if that’s not enough, Jungkook offers to help you practice for the interview, and suddenly you can’t see through the hearts in your eyes. Could he be any sweeter? You thank him, and he kisses you, and you melt, lost in his warmth.

Jungkook’s voice brings you back to reality. “How many more emails do you need to answer?”

“Um…” you stare at your laptop. “Let me just respond to Wendy and then I’m done.”

“Cool.” Jungkook stretches. His t-shirt rises with the motion, his Adonis belt briefly visible, and you know he’s caught your stare when he smirks. You quickly turn back to your computer, but he just wraps his arms around your shoulders, catching you in a back hug.

“I’m gonna go home and take off these dirty clothes,” he murmurs, teeth nipping your earlobe. “Come find me when you’re done. I’ll be waiting.”

“Fuck,” you breath. Jungkook laughs, obviously pleased at the effect he has on you. He’s such a tease sometimes. You’re trying to figure out how to flip the tables on him when your ringtone starts trilling.

Be still, my heaaaaart…

“Oh god, I bet that’s my boss, wanting to talk me out of taking off.” You frown as you check the screen. “Shit, it’s Jisoo. I gotta take this.”

“Hey, do you have a second?” Jisoo’s voice comes through a little strained. And loud. She’s talking over some sort of high-pitched wailing. It takes you a minute to figure out that it’s a person’s voice making that sound.

“Ji! What’s going on? Wait, what’s that sound? Is that Jennie? Is she crying?”

“Yeah, that’s Jennie. She’s - she’s had - well,” Jisoo sighs. “Look, I’m over at her place because I wanted to treat her to a manicure today because I know she’s been too busy to schedule one and you know how she gets about her nails so I thought it would be a nice surprise but when I got here - oh, you know what, this is not important to the story, why am I telling you this?”

“Just get to the point, Ji!”

“I’m trying! I’m sorry, it’s been a big morning and - what?” There’s a muffled conversation happening suddenly, and you stare blankly at your computer as you wait for Jisoo to return. You don’t know what the hell is going on, but you don’t like any of it.

“Just ask her to come over!” you hear Lisa say in the background. Lisa’s at Jennie’s, too?

“I was getting to that!”

With a frustrated sigh, you try to get Jisoo’s attention. “Okay, okay, I’m coming over!”

“Do you mind? I know you have to work-”

“No, I’m not working today, I….” You pause, knowing that Jungkook’s just in the kitchen, likely able to hear everything you’re saying, not wanting to embarrass yourself by admitting that you took the day off just to be with him. “It’s a long story, I’ll explain when I get there.”

You don’t end up explaining anything once you arrive. That’s because as soon as Lisa opens Jennie’s door, she greets you with a tiny white stick bearing two little pink lines. Rosé is right behind her, beaming from ear to ear.

“Oh my god.”

“I know!” Lisa grins, throwing her hands in the air. “Baby Min, coming to you soon!”

You frown, glancing over Lisa’s shoulder. “Where is she?”

The sound of Jennie’s crying gets louder as you approach the master suite. When Lisa stops outside the bedroom closet, you grab her arm.

“Before I go in there - are those happy tears or sad tears?” You’re pretty sure you already know the answer, but you need to know what to expect.

Lisa grimaces. “Somewhere in the middle, I think.”

Jennie’s curled up beneath the hangers of clothing stuffed into the closet that she shares with Yoongi. She’s wearing one of his oversized hoodies, sniffling into the black material as Jisoo, smushed into the corner beside her, carefully untangles herself.

“Tag, you’re in,” she says, taking the hand you offer to pull her to her feet.

There’s not a lot of room for you but you squish yourself in as best you can, and immediately tuck Jennie against you. Jisoo closes the door behind you.

“Hi, babe.”

“Hi,” Jennie’s voice is wavery and small, so far from her usual confident, cheerful tone, that it hurts your heart. “Did they tell you?”

“I saw.”

Jennie settles against you, hiccuping slightly through her tears. “This wasn’t part of the plan.”

“I know.”

Jennie has been mapping out her and Yoongi’s future pretty much since the day they met. They both want to start a family, but Jennie insists that they enjoy their honeymoon period first. And she’s determined to make tenure at the school where she teaches before taking time off to have kids. She wants to have it all, but at her own pace and on her own terms. Which means timing everything out so meticulously. So carefully.

Gently, you brush a lock of hair from her wet cheek. “So… do you know how…”

Jennie sighs. “Pretty sure it was the night of my bachelorette party. I came home and Yoongi asked how it went and um, I kinda couldn’t stop talking about my lap dance.” Your friend’s face flushes at the memory, and you bite back a grin. You’ll have to tell Jungkook he left a lasting impression. “And Yoongi… well, you know how he gets competitive sometimes?”

You can’t help it. You burst into laughter.

“Yoongi gave you a lap dance?!”

“God, I wish I’d seen that,” Jisoo says from the other side of the closet door. “I’d love to know if he’s got moves.”

In all your years of friendship, you’d never known Yoongi to do more than a simple side-shuffle whenever Jennie would drag him onto a dance floor. The thought of him performing an erotic lapdance is too much for even your overactive imagination to conceive.

Jennie just smiles to herself. “Believe me, he does.” She glances at you shyly. “He’d kill me for telling you this but… you don’t think Jin choreographed his routine all by himself, do you?” she laughs, referring to the night Jin danced for you, and your brain breaks a little trying to picture Yoongi doing the same moves.

The closet door flies open.

“I’m gonna need to hear every last detail about that,” Lisa proclaims.

“Same,” Rosé adds, and Jennie laughs for the first time since you arrived. She sits up, dabbing at her face with the sleeves of Yoongi’s hoodie.

“Ugh, my face is going to be so puffy tomorrow.”

“No, it won’t. We’ll take care of you,” Jisoo promises, already on her feet. “I’ll go raid your kitchen for supplies. Do you have any cucumbers?” She’s gone before Jennie can answer, Lisa scrambling behind her.

“Anyway… we always use protection, but you know how they say it’s not 100% foolproof? Yeah, turns out they’re telling the truth.” She stares at her sweater paws, suddenly forlorn again, and you give her a tight squeeze.

“I’m sorry, babe. I know this is… a lot.”

“Yeah. And I just…” You don’t say anything, just wait patiently until she finds the words she’s searching for. “I just feel like a failure. You know? Like, it’s so stupid, but…” She shrugs. “I feel like everything’s ruined now.”

“Oh, Jennie, no!” Wrapping both arms around her, you sigh. “Accidents happen. That’s life! You can make all the plans you want but you can’t control everything. There’s chaos everywhere! And even if you do your best to avoid it, sometimes it gets through. And it’s not always bad! I mean… look at me and Jungkook. He came out of nowhere. I didn’t plan to start dating him and Jin at the same time. I didn’t know it was gonna get serious. I thought…” you trail off, realizing you’re making it about yourself. “Sorry, this is not about me.”

“No, it’s ok, finish your thought. Tangents and diversions are good right now,” Jennie informs you.

You bite your lip, weighing your words. “Back when Jin and I met, when you introduced us, I just thought… this is it. This is my chance to have what Jennie and Yoongi have. Something real. Something safe and steady.”

Jennie nods, encouraging you to continue.

“And then Jungkook… he’d always been so close but I’d never gotten to know him. He came in and opened my eyes to another possibility. To something exciting and different and - and passionate, and, oh god, I sound like a shitty romance novel, don’t I?” Burying your face in your hands, you laugh.

“No, go on!!” Rosé says.

“I’m just trying to say - plans don’t always work out. But that doesn’t mean you’re a failure. And sometimes, the unexpected can be exactly what you want. Or need.”

Jennie sighs, and you can feel her relaxing against you for the first time since you sat down beside her.

“I hear what you’re saying. And I’d like to believe that. It’s just… really difficult for me to accept that I’m not always in control.”

“That’s a fucking mood,” Jisoo says, returning from the kitchen with a mug of tea in her hand. Lisa carries a bowl of some sort of cucumber concoction, and the two of them settle on the floor outside the closet.

Rosé scoots across the carpet until she’s close enough to take one of Jennie’s hands. “Back to your chaos, if that’s what we’re calling it. Is it too soon to ask you what you’re gonna do?”

Jennie groans, pulling the oversized hood over her head.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes.”

“I just want to get through the wedding,” Jennie states, voice muffled by the soft fabric. “I’m getting married tomorrow! And I don’t want anything to - to ruin it. Or make things weird, or more stressful than they already are. I mean, fuck, I think my halmeoni is already upset that we’re not doing a traditional wedding. Imagine if she finds out I got knocked up before marriage!”

“Okay, then we’ll make sure no one finds out tomorrow.” Lisa glances at everyone and you all nod in a wordless pact. “We’ll do whatever it takes to make sure your day is as perfect as you’ve planned. You know we will!”

“Does Yoongi know?”

Jennie peels her hood back to look at you. She shakes her head.

“I took the test this morning, after he left for work. I’ve been so busy lately that I didn’t even realize I was late until today! Ji was the first person to find out when she showed up, and then she called the rest of you.” She pauses, fiddling with her sleeves again. “I think I’m going to wait to tell him until after the wedding. We’ll need to have a serious talk, and there’s too much going on right now.” She glances up. “Is that - do you think that’s okay?”

Once again, she seems lost. This time, when you go in for a hug, Rosé joins you.

“Babe, you can tell him whenever you’re ready! It’s your body.”

“Yeah, but we’re in this together…”

“And you’ll be in it together still, no matter if you tell him today or tomorrow or next week.” Jisoo declares. She holds the mug out to Jennie. “And we’ll be here too.”

“Yes. Maybe this is good chaos. Maybe it’s bad. It’s up to you to decide how to react - how to move forward. Whatever you decide, you know we’ll be by your side the whole time,” you declare, your sentiments echoed by the other girls.

Jennie blows lightly on the steaming drink. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you guys,” she says, choking up slightly, and everyone else starts talking at once.

“You deserve the world!” Rosé coos.

Lisa shakes her head. “We’re the lucky ones, babe, having you in our lives!”

“How’m I gonna depuff your face if you keep crying?” Jisoo tuts.

You just rise to your feet, laughing. “Come on. Ji said something about manicures earlier. Let us pamper you today, so you’re ready to knock Yoongi off his apparently very talented feet tomorrow.”

NOW

The officiant is only a few minutes late, and the ceremony goes off without a single hitch. You and the other bridesmaids join the groomsmen flanking Yoongi at the altar. In addition to Jin, there’s Yoongi’s brother Geum-jae, and two of his friends from work, Yi-jeong and Woosung.

As a string quartet plays the wedding march, Jennie walks down the aisle, beaming more brightly than the sun, and you catch a glimpse of Yoongi’s face, bearing such an openly reverent expression that it makes your eyes flood with tears. The officiant begins his speech, and Jennie and Yoongi stare at one another as if the rest of the world has fallen away, with nothing left but the two of them and their love.

Watching them almost feels like you’re intruding on a private moment, so you turn your face to the rows of guests, searching without thought for Jungkook, smiling when you find him already gazing your way. Your chest nearly buzzes as warmth spreads there, matching the glow in his eyes.

Because Jennie and Yoongi chose to take photos before the ceremony, there’s no cocktail hour after the ceremony. Instead, everyone is seated for dinner. The happy couple sits at a table for two on a small dais in the front of the room.

There are no tables large enough for the entire wedding party. There are also no seating arrangements for all of you, either. Jennie had worked very hard on the seating chart for all of the guests except the wedding party. (“You guys figure it out. I’m tired.”) So you quickly claim a seat at one of the two empty tables left open, with Jungkook taking the spot next to you on one side and Jisoo the other, with Rosé next to her.

As the wait staff brings out the first course, you slide your chair a little closer to Jungkook. “Hey. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you that Jin would be here.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen slightly. “Oh. Jagi, it’s ok.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure it is,” you reply. “That was not the way I wanted to introduce the two of you. It was, uh, not ideal.”

Jungkook’s silent as he sips his water. He works his bottom lip between his teeth again, and you wish you could see inside his head, could get some sense of what he’s thinking, because sitting here waiting for him to say something makes your stomach churn a bit.

Finally, he sighs, reclining back in his seat as he looks at you. “I’m sorry if I made that uncomfortable. I wasn’t expecting to see him.”

“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t mention he was part of the wedding. Truly, it slipped my mind.” Repeatedly. You bite your lip, struggling to figure out what to say. This doesn’t have to be a thing, but you also don’t want them at each other’s throats all night. “But there’s no reason it has to be weird or ruin the night. Because I’m here with you, Kookie. Not him.”

Your pulse begins to pound. It’s like you’ve just laid your heart on the line. Jungkook’s furrowed brows relax, doe eyes blinking slowly as he absorbs your words.

“Is this seat taken?”

You turn to find Jin standing with a hand on the empty chair across from you.

Jisoo lets out a tiny “Yessss, game on,” and you covertly kick her under the table.

“Uh, I think Lisa is going to -” Glancing around, you don’t finish your sentence as you spy your friend sitting with the groomsmen. Oh, right. Lisa has her eye on Yi-jeong, having basically all but explicitly called dibs that morning when she saw him in his tuxedo. You can’t really blame her. “Nevermind.”

“Please, join us,” Jungkook offers, gesturing to the table. He says it so kindly that you can’t help but gawk at him in surprise. He doesn’t meet your gaze, but his palm rests on your thigh, rubbing lightly. Reassuringly.

Your heartbeat returns to normal as Jin smiles. “Thanks.”

Despite the ceremony being so modern, Jennie and Yoongi opted for more traditional dishes for dinner. For several minutes, there’s mostly an easy silence over the table, as everyone enjoys the janchi guksu and banchan in front of them, only the noise of clinking utensils filling the air. Well, that and the sound of the servers running back and forth to the bar, trying to keep up with drink orders.

Jisoo, as usual, is the first one to break the silence.

“Okay, Jin, professional opinion on the guksu?”

Jin chews thoughtfully for a few minutes. “I think they went a little heavy on the spicy soy sauce in the broth, but the noodles are just as tender as the ones I make. Oh, but you’ve had my noodles, YN, what do you think? Do they compare?”

All eyes focus on you, including Jungkook’s. You swallow quickly. “Um, I think these are just as good! And I really like the broth, to be honest.”

“You do like it spicy,” Jungkook murmurs under his breath, quiet enough that only you can hear him, and when you glance over, you’re met with that teasing smirk of his. It’s back again. For some reason, that’s more comforting to you than Jungkook’s hand on your thigh. Your heart does a somersault. It’s getting a real workout tonight.

“You know, I never really thought about it, but it must be hard for you to eat in public. People are probably always asking you for your opinions on their food, or tips on how to make it better,” Rosé says.

Jin shrugs. “Comes with the territory, I guess. I’m not gonna complain if people value what I think - and I’m always happy to help anyone improve their skills.” He swirls his wine glass before taking a sip. “But I suppose there can be a downside, too. Sometimes I just want to enjoy a meal without being asked to provide a full critique.”

“I can understand that,” Jungkook replies. Again the other heads at the table swivel.

“You can?”

Jungkook nods. “Yeah. Like, right now, I bet you’re all expecting me to be the first on the dance floor, right?” He laughs as everyone suddenly becomes very interested in their meals. “It’s okay. That’s how it is whenever I’m out with friends. I can’t just sit at the bar and have a drink. And I definitely can’t just sway with the crowd. Everyone expects me to show off.”

“I mean, I’m definitely hoping to see you turn up,” Rosé confirms, and Jungkook laughs again, gesturing at his point being proven.

“Sure, that sounds annoying. But outside of going out with your friends, how often are you in a situation where you’re asked to dance? People stop me everywhere. When I’m out shopping. When I’m on a plane. I even once had someone ask me for deglazing tips while I was at a funeral! It’s not quite the same as being asked to do the robot at the club.” Jin shakes his head dismissively.

Rosé mumbles, “I thought you weren’t gonna complain…?”

The two men eye each other for a few seconds as you hold your breath. Then Jungkook huffs out a laugh.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s not the same. That sucks, dude.”

You exhale, settling back in your seat.

Jin just hums, eyes darting back and forth between you and Jungkook before he speaks. “I suppose it’s just a small price to pay for being so successful.” He tips his wine glass back, emptying it. “Where are the servers hiding? I need a refill.”

“See, this is one of the benefits of being a financial analyst - absolutely no one wants to talk to me about what I do,” you grin.

“That’s because no one understands what you do,” Jisoo declares.

“She’s right.”

“Thanks, Rosé.”

Jisoo points her spoon at Jungkook. “Okay, but real talk, you are going to dance tonight, aren’t you? You wouldn’t deny us a show!”

“Ji, we just had an entire conversation about this!” you groan, throwing your hands up. “Can you not?”

“What? I’m just saying! The man is a born performer. Right?”

She looks at Jungkook, who nearly chokes on his wine in his haste to answer.

“Uh. Yes?”

“Right. So there’s no way you’ll leave us disappointed.”

“Let me get this straight - if Jungkook doesn’t dance for you, you’ll be disappointed?” you ask. “Hold on while I call Jimin and Taehyung real quick. Wait, sorry, I mean Min and Tae.”

“All I know is suffering,” Jisoo sighs.

“Oh, relax, Kitty Cat,” Rosé giggles, nearly doubling over at the confused look on Jin’s face.

As Jisoo loudly laments her choice of friends, Jungkook bends towards you, mouth brushing your ear.

“Don’t worry, jagi, whether or not I dance here, you can still have a private performance later. I’d never deny you.”

Heat works its way through your body as you shift in your seat, squirming slightly from the low rumble of his voice and the promise laced within. There’s a sudden prickling at the nape of your neck, that nagging sensation of someone watching you, but when you follow the feeling and glance over at Jin, he’s staring at his empty wine glass.

The tapping of a fork against stemware draws your attention to the married couple’s table. To your immense relief, Yoongi and Jennie had decided to nix the best man and maid of honor toasts, opting to say a few words themselves. Normally, Jennie does all the talking for the pair, but to your surprise, Yoongi rises to his feet, and the room falls silent.

“Jennie and I wanted to take a moment to thank all of you for coming. It means the world to us that you took the time out of your busy lives to celebrate with us.” He glances down at his bride, who smiles back, and Yoongi’s gummy grin gets bigger than you’ve ever seen it. “As you all know, Jennie and I have been together since our first year of college. We’ve been through so much together - college, grad school, finding jobs, losing jobs, moving from apartment to apartment - but we weathered it all, because we always had each other.”

Jennie’s cheeks are wet as she smiles at her husband. Yoongi takes her hand.

“Jennie, I don’t know what life has to throw at us yet, but I want you to know that I’m never worried, as long as I have you by my side.” He presses a kiss to the back of her hand, and there’s a chorus of awwww’s from the guests, including yourself. Jisoo rolls her eyes, but they’re already spilling over with tears, and you poke her in the side as she laughs.

“Here’s to you, my love. And to all of you with us here tonight. We can’t thank you enough for your love and support. Geonbae!” He raises his glass.

“Cheers!” his brother shouts, and the cry is echoed around the room as everyone raises their glasses to the couple.

Just when you think you couldn’t be happier, once again you feel a hand slip into yours, pressing palm to palm, fingers threading through. Jungkook doesn’t say a word, too busy clinking his drink against everyone else’s, but his hand tightens around yours when you look at him, and you feel as though you could float right through the ceiling if it weren’t for his strong grip.

To think that you nearly hadn’t asked him to come here with you. What a mistake that would’ve been. Thank god you’d ignored the constant fear and doubt in your head and listened only to the steady sureness of your heart.

You’re getting better at it.

YESTERDAY

After you coax her out of the closet, you and your friends turn Jennie’s apartment into a mini spa, trying to help the bride-to-be relax. By mid-afternoon, as everyone is giving each other manicures, you realize that the window on your day with Jungkook is swiftly closing, so you text him to let him know you won’t be coming home any time soon.

Not long after that, the door to Jennie’s apartment opens, and Yoongi walks in, trailed by Jin.

Jennie greets her fiancé happily, hugging him with her hands held straight out so as not to smudge her pretty new pink tips. “You’re home early!”

“Couldn’t focus. Decided to call it a day.” As ever, Yoongi seems completely unfazed to see you and your friends at his apartment. Sometimes you wonder what it would take to ruffle him. Probably something extreme like the zombie apocalypse. “Figured I’d grab my stuff and then get some dinner with Jin.”

Although they weren’t holding to every tradition, Jennie had insisted that they spend the night before the wedding apart. So Yoongi would be crashing at Jin’s tonight.

Jin nods at the sound of his name. “By ‘get some dinner’, he means ‘take advantage of his friend’s restaurant and score a free meal.’”

“As if you weren’t the one who offered,” Yoongi drawls, ignoring Jin’s squeaky chuckling.

“Sounds good, baby,” Jennie smiles as Yoongi presses a kiss to her cheek before he shuffles down the hallway towards their bedroom. “Do you guys wanna get some takeout?”

While Lisa, Rosé, and Jennie argue about what they feel like eating, Jin catches your eye. “Hey, you got a second?” He jerks his head towards Jennie’s kitchen. Rising from the couch, you follow, closing the door behind you.

“What’s u-oh!” Your question becomes an exclamation when Jin suddenly pulls you in for a hug, long arms wrapping around your waist as he holds you tight.

“Just wanted to get you alone,” he says, nose brushing yours as he smiles. “Hi.”

This is where the butterflies should come in. Standing this close to this incredible specimen of a man, this paragon of perfection, would normally send them flittering through you. Shivers should be running down your spine. Any number of excited reactions should be happening right now.

Right.

Now.

Except… they’re not.

“Hi,” you echo, grinning a bit weakly. Jin doesn’t seem to notice anything wrong with your smile, locking his hands behind your back.

“I heard you got some good news today.”

Your eyes widen as your stomach goes into freefall.

“You know?”

How? How on earth could he know about Jennie being pregnant?? Shit, did Lisa leave the pee stick out somewhere? Jisoo told her to put it -

“Of course I know! It’s my show.”

“It’s your show?” What the fuck does that mean??

Jin honks in delighted laughter at your obvious confusion. “The interview Wendy emailed you about - that’s for my show! The one Nosh picked up?”

The room tilts as gravity returns your stomach to normal. “Oh! Oh, wow!” Of course. The new project Wendy had referenced - it was Jin’s cooking show! “Wait, so we might be working together?”

“Yes! Er, maybe! I don’t know how closely or whatever, but basically, the Nosh execs told me Wendy’s firm is responsible for budgeting and figuring out revenue streams and - and that’s really all I remember, sorry.” He laughs. “Most of what they said went straight over my head, to be honest. But I spoke to her on a conference call today and she told me they had an open position for the team that’s assigned to my show, and she’d asked you to interview.”

“Wow, that’s really…” you trail off, lost in thought. “Isn’t it… the other night at the networking reception, weren’t you saying it might be a travel show?” You have a vague memory of Jin telling you what he wanted to do with his show if it got picked up by a network.

“That’s right. I pitched it as an exploration of local delicacies that often get overlooked by tourists. I’ll be going around the country, visiting tiny, off the beaten path restaurants and bars, and learning how to make their favorite dishes.”

Traveling for work. That was one of the perks Wendy had rattled off when she’d given you the sales pitch for her company. So, if you got this job, did that mean you’d be traveling with Jin?

Your mind is already wandering, thinking about what this new job might entail, when Jin brings a hand up to cup your face. His thumb traces your jawline.

“Wouldn’t it be amazing? You and I, on the road together. Me, discovering new meals to cook for you…” His voice drops, a low murmur meant only for you to hear. “Maybe picking up some new dance moves to show off…”

He rolls his hips slightly, jostling you right out of your tumultuous thoughts.

“Doesn’t that sound good?”

“It does,” you reply, mouth moving on autopilot, not waiting for your head to decide if it agrees.

“I know I haven’t had the time to take you out properly, and I’m sorry for that. But this is my chance to show you that I’m still in this.” He sucks in a deep breath. “I like you. And I’m hoping it’s not too late for me to say that.”

If this were a romantic movie, the music would swell now, strings soaring as he tips your mouth towards his. It’s a perfect moment, lush lips caressing yours, sweet and unhurried, lingering like he doesn’t care if anyone else walks in.

It’s a perfect moment, for sure. Just, not for you.

“Jin,” you begin, stepping out of his embrace, “I need to tell you something.”

A/N Pt. 2: To be continued!! (Sorry, the chapter was getting a bit long and this felt like a natural stopping point… what do we think so far??)

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☆ Scarlet Handprints by Risingstorm15 | Mafia AU, Vampire AU, Fantasy AU, Hybrid AU | Platonic OT7 | 17k

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Ego [7]

mafia bts x stripper yn; hybrid universe

Everyone had heard of the Dirty7s, even distantly. Nobody could put names or faces to the members, but the name was enough to strike fear in the hearts of civilians, criminals, and law enforcement alike. They’re known to be methodical, impenetrable, and most of all, merciless. Nobody wants to cross any of them. Lest of all you - a college student stripping to pay her debts.

What happens when you fall into their web of deceit and lies?

What happens when you find you don’t want to escape, even when you know you should?

Masterlist / i don’t have a tag list / find me on twitter / word count: 4.7k

(yandere / angst / gore / fluff / smut / violence)

Chapter 7 'Non-negotiable'

Your first stage back after your week stuck in the trenches of your bedroom was, in a word, fine. You made a little change working the floor, warming up your joints, giving as many flirty smiles as you could manage.

You were dressed in mesh pink bodysuit and your most intimidating pair of heels, body glitter shimmering across every visible expanse of your skin and your hair up in a pretty, curly up-do. You weren’t doing any private dances so you didn’t have to worry about sending any of the guys home with a lap full of Fenty Body Lava smeared over their creased work slacks.

Your regulars slide money into the seam of your bra, sleazy looks that last a beat too long, sly comments about not seeing you for a while and knowing why you were off - wanting to see you in the throes of heat and really show you how an alpha hunts its prey.

All things you’ve heard before so their words don’t even make you flinch. In fact, it almost makes you laugh. Pathetic losers who can’t satisfy anyone, so they pay girls and boys to take their clothes off while simultaneously judging them for their lifestyles and jobs.

You don’t even take a step out of the dressing rooms before you feel someone’s grip on your arm, unyielding, and you are pulled face-first into a buff, broad chest.

“I missed you,” Jungkook murmurs into your neck, careful to not nuzzle your scent-glands but definitely scenting you chest-to-chest. “You still smell so good.”

“Jungkook?”

He pulls back a little, staring down at you with his chocolate brown eyes. Jungkook’s tail is swishing behind him, excitedly, and he’s wearing a grey t-shirt, tight around his chest and biceps. The sight of his almost makes you start whining. He asks, brows pulling together, “Who else, Pretty? You expected my hyung or something?”

“No, just surprised,” you reply, hooking your arms tighter around his neck and pulling him into a warm embrace. “It’s the first time you’ve told me you missed me.”

“Really?” Jungkook seems genuinely surprised if his small pout says anything. “I always miss you.”

“Come up,” he says, gripping your hand in his larger one. His hand is warm, warmer than the average person, and strong - it grounds you. “Jimin-hyung wants to see you too. And… We’ve got a friend.”

You raise a brow, putting up a bit of resistance. “What do you mean a friend?”

He glances back at you, surprised. “My hyung. Another member of my pack. I wanted… I wanted to introduce you.”

You repeat, stunned, “To your pack?”

He bows his shoulders in a little, making himself a touch smaller, less intimidating, he hopes, before he nods, shyly. “Is that okay?”

You look around, a little dubiously, before you question, “I mean… Is this the right place for that?”

He tilts his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t think I look too much like a whore to meet your family right now?” you inquire, glibly, a touch of amusement in your voice. You mean it as a joke, a bit self-deprecating, to take the pressure off but it seems to have the opposite effect.

His expression stiffens before it grows incomparably dark. “What did you say?”

“That’s what they’ll call me when I leave,” you tell him, gently. You don’t notice how his eyes flash in rage, too busy trying not to look him in the eye, as you whisper, quieter, “They always do.”

“Who?”

You look back at him, taken aback by how harsh his tone is, and ask, “What?”

“Who calls you those names?”

“Clients. People who see us leave the club, on the bus or subway,” you respond. “I’m a stripper, Jungkook. I take my clothes off for money and I watch how they look at me. They take me apart on stage. I can smell what they want to do to me. It’s disgusting.”

He seems lost in his thoughts for a moment before he asks, “Do I… Have I ever made you feel that way?”

“Like what?”

He repeats, somewhat afraid, “Disgusted?”

“No,” you answer, honestly, reaching up to touch his face. His expression softens slightly, as if your words pulled a weight off his shoulders. “You’re very sweet. And you pay for my time.”

“I’m not always sweet,” he responds, pushing his face further into your hand. His eyes close automatically and your stomach swoops at the sight. It was far too romantic, too intimate, so you try to pull away but he doesn’t let you go. In fact, he growls a little when you try. “Don’t.”

“You’re always sweet to me,” you correct. “That’s all that matters.”

“Come,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to your knuckles before pulling you up to their lounge. You learned that nobody but a select few people were even allowed to go up there. They even hired external cleaners who worked separately from the rest of the club. You hadn’t ever seen anything illegal happen when you had been in the lounge but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen when you weren’t around. “He’s pretty excited to meet you.”

“Who is it?”

“Joonie-hyung,” he explains. “Jimin’s husband and our owner.”

“Jimin’s actually married?”

“It’s the thing he’s the proudest of,” he informs you. “They got married in the Maldives.”

“I thought he was lying,” you admit, trailing behind the tall wolf-hybrid.

“Nah, Joonie-hyung loves him more than anything,” he tells you, strangely proud.

He opens the door for you, gesturing for you to walk inside first. Jimin is sat in another man’s lap, caressing his jaw and staring down, lovingly into his eyes. The stranger’s hair is short and dark brown, parted at the side, and he’s wearing a fitted, red suit with a black turtleneck underneath it. He’s handsome, with a pair of glasses perched on the end of his nose. He doesn’t smell like alpha, or even beta, so you’re a little confused.

“Joonie’s human,” Jungkook whispers into your ear, making you shiver.

At the sound of his voice, Jimin glances up and sensually slides out of the stranger’s lap. “Kookie, you should’ve knocked. We could’ve been occupied.”

“It’s not like it’d be the first time I’ve seen your pale ass doing shit that haunts my nightmares,” Jungkook retorts.

“Kookie?”

“Nickname,” he informs you, ears burning embarrassedly. He sees the look on your face, he nudges you, playfully, and warns, “Don’t you start.”

“So this is the elusive YN,” the other man says, circling an arm around Jimin’s trim waist. Jungkook leads you further into the room and you feel so unbelievably exposed to the elements and their eyes. You wish you had thrown something over your shoulders, the cool temperature of the lounge making your nipples harden slightly. “Nice to finally put a face to the name. I’m Namjoon, but my boys call me Joonie.”

“H-Hi,” you reply, awkwardly reaching for the extended hand he holds out for you. “Nice to meet you too.”

He smiles, dimples deep and eyes light. He smells like cologne, a woodsy and strong scent that makes you dizzy. You’ve always been a sucker for smells but you don’t usually interact with humans in a close way. Not the adults, anyway.

The adults’ questions were always too invasive for your liking.

Many human kids liked to come to your reading circle because they thought your ears and tails were cute. They liked to touch them sometimes, even though they were often told not to because some hybrids appendages were sensitive or needed careful maintenance to keep them smooth and shiny.

The adults, though. They always had this strange look in their eyes, like they couldn’t decide if they pitied you or if they envied you, if they lusted for you or if they wanted to study you. It always set you on edge and so you tried not to interact with adult humans outside of your workplace for longer than necessary.

“YN, how do you feel?” Jimin asks, brow slightly pinched. “Your heat just finished. Do you feel tired or anything?”

At the mention of your heat, Jungkook stiffens, slightly.

“Three days ago,” you correct. “I’m fine. I just wasn’t allowed back at the club because of my scent.”

“You still smell good to me,” Jimin murmurs, eyes trailing down your body. “Right, Kookie?”

The wolf nods, vehemently, sidling a touch closer to you - close enough that his tails swishes behind you to pat, gently, against the back of your thighs.

“Maybe you should go home,” Jimin suggests, a little close to a pester.

“I’m fine,” you retort, stiffly, crossing your arms over your chest. “I came here to work.”

He nods. “We were watching.”

Namjoon compliments, lightly, “Jungkook couldn’t keep his eyes off you.”

Jungkook’s tail swishes more aggressively, the patting almost nudging you over, as his cheeks pink. “Hyung, please.”

Namjoon smirks a little at the youngest’s behavior. “Kookie. Get YN a drink, please?”

“Oh, I don’t usually drink anything when I’m working,” you tell him, politely. Namjoon tilts his head slightly to the side before sharing a look with Jimin.

“You aren’t working anymore,” Jimin replies, simply. He pulls his phone out of his back pocket and taps away. “If you still don’t want to drink, that’s okay. But, you have the rest of the night off. Bill me whatever you want.”

Jimin hands you his phone and the screen is open to a mobile payment app. You see your name and bank information under ‘recent payments’ and you glance up at him.

“What if I sent myself a million dollars?”

He shrugs. “I don’t think they’d authorize such a big payment. And YN… Not to be an asshole, but I don’t think you’d know how to spend a million dollars, let alone what do with it in your account.”

“Prick,” you hiss but tap away double what Jungkook would have given you in bills for his sassiness.

He shoots a playful wink your way before turning back to one of the expensive couches once you hand him back his cellphone. You blink up at Namjoon before you nod, feebly. You tell Jungkook, quietly, “Gin and tonic. Please.”

“Classic girl,” Namjoon remarks. “Me too.”

“Whiskey on the rocks,” Jimin calls from the couch. Namjoon moves over to his husband to sit beside him. “Kookie likes tequila sunrises.”

Namjoon declares, “Taehyung and Hobi-hyung like Baileys.”

“Yoongi-hyung doesn’t drink anything but flavored soju,” Jungkook continues, shifting the mixed liquid into a shaker. He shakes it over his shoulder, biceps moving sturdily, and mentions, “Those are the other members of our pack. You’ll meet them another time.”

“Really?”

He nods, excitedly, tail swishing in excitement. Jungkook shoots a glance your way, shy, before he turns back to the glasses in front of him, pouring the liquid out into the ice-filled cups, “One day soon. They’re interested in meeting you too.”

“You talk about me enough for that?”

Jungkook half-shrugs. “I like talking about you. With them. They’re my family and you’re important to me.”

“That’s… a lot,” you admit, awkwardly taking the two glasses from him. He nods towards Namjoon and you go over to take his drink and place it in front of him. He observes you, intently for a moment before giving you a grateful smile. You miss the intense look between Jimin and his husband as you retreat. You take orders so well. You walk back to the wolf as he makes Jimin’s drink and you ask, “Jungkook, what’s going on here?”

He glances down at you, confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what do you want me to do for all this? Introducing me to my boss, to his husband, the rest of your pack? This is all a lot,” you say to him. He bites down on his bottom lip, upset painting itself across his handsome face. “Do you want something from me? Is this some kind of a… proposition? A group-sex thing or something else? I just don’t understand.”

He takes a deep breath, eyes moving somewhere above your head. “Why can’t I just be into you?”

Jungkook hoists you up so you are sitting atop the bar, nudging himself between your legs and pressing his nose against your chest. He takes in a deep breath of your scent as he asks, voice low, “Why can’t I just really fucking like you, YN?”

“It can’t be that simple,” you reply, heart pounding in your chest. His hands move from where they are bracketing you in place to your knees, trailing up your bare thighs to rest on your hips, thumb swiping across your skin, making you shiver. “Jungkook…”

“Don’t you feel anything for me?”

“I-“

You feel eyes on your back but you are too shy to turn around. Jimin and Namjoon must be glaring holes into your back for making their pack-mate feel so distraught, but you just can’t accept this for what it is.

He can’t like you this much - you’re a stripper, a random sex worker that he feels pity for.

Eventually, his attentions will move somewhere else and you can’t afford to rely on his word alone because the only one left on the ass-end will be you.

“I think you’re special,” you admit. “I just can’t trust in what you’re saying.”

He looks up at you before he takes another deep breath and drops to his knees.

An alpha on his knees in front of an omega that isn’t even his.

It doesn’t compute in your head.

“What are you-”

“I want you, YN,” he says in a harsh whisper. “I want you so badly that it burns. My entire pack wants to have you with us. I wasn’t going to say this yet, because I know it’s scary and overwhelming, but I wanted to- I just wanted to… Fuck, I want to have you bo-”

A silent alarm goes off, the lights in the corner flashing an obnoxious white that sets Jungkook’s spine ram-rod stiff.

“Cops,” a voice calls over a walkie-talkie that you never noticed. You look over just as Namjoon grabs it and hooks it to his waistband and something black catches your eye.

Was that a gun?

In a second, Jungkook has tugged you off the bar and rushes you over to the other two.

Does Namjoon have a fucking gun?

“Get YN in the panic room,” Jimin says, pulling up what had appeared to be an innocuous light-switch and tapping in a code. The wall that hadn’t seemed even a touch out of place shifts mechanically and to your surprise, it opens up like a door leading to a smaller room attached to the side of the building. Jimin looks out of the window overseeing the panicked crowd to see a crew of cops dressed for a raid. “Shit. Hurry.”

The walkie-talkie sounds off again. “They’ve got a search-and-seizure warrant. They’re closing us down tonight. Sorry, boss.”

Jimin grabs the walkie-talkie from Namjoon’s waist and curses, “You’ll only be sorry if they find anything, limp-dick.”

Namjoon stops in front of Jimin just as the shorter man nudges at his chest and holds out his hand. Jimin reluctantly puts something in it, a plastic baggie from what you could see, before the human kisses his hybrid deeply on the lips. He mutters against the other man’s mouth, eyes all dreamy and enamored, “I love you.”

Jimin nods, rubbing the taller man’s jaw equally as tenderly, “Love you more, handsome.”

The wall closes behind you before you can even whisper out so much as a peep and the room is bathed in dim light. The room isn’t nearly as extensively-decorated as the lounge, but it is comfortable with nude carpet, a wall of TVs linked to CCTV across the club and showing the outside (front and back doors), and even a stocked fridge and cupboards. There has to be a heater somewhere because the temperature didn’t change by much and Jungkook drops in the corner of the sofa, still not letting go of your hand.

Namjoon asks, not a hair out of place and perfectly calm, “Do you want to finish your drink?”

“Are you insane?”

Namjoon stares at you, a pensive look on his face before he murmurs, “I don’t think so.”

You ask, genuinely dumb-founded by his relaxed behavior, “You’re being raided by armed police and you’re asking me if I want to finish my drink?”

He nods, taking a short sip of his gin and tonic. He says, over your head, “Kookie, you always know how to make it just right. YN, you really should try it. He’s got gifted hands.”

Namjoon’s last words were filled with implication if his rapidly raising brows said anything.

You ask, brow furrowing, “Aren’t you worried about Jimin?”

Namjoon almost laughs around another mouthful of his drink. He responds, easily, “Not at all. My honey can take care of himself with a hand tied behind his back. He’ll be fine.”

“But-”

Jungkook tugs you into the sofa and locks you at his side. He unties your heels, holding your ankles gently as he frees your toes. He gently massages your feet with powerful hands, making your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head. Jungkook says, comfortingly, into your ear, “Hyung knows what he’s doing.”

You look over at the human in the room and question, part of you not wanting to have your suspicions confirmed, “What are they looking for?”

Namjoon glances your way from the armchair opposite you, one ankle draped over his knee, and he shrugs. “Probably drugs.”

“You have drugs here?”

Namjoon cackles. “Not anymore, obviously.”

“But they wouldn’t be here without probably cause,” you suppose, frowning. “They wouldn’t have a warrant without it.”

Jungkook nods. “They’ll have one. But there won’t be any evidence. They have a hard-on for us, for our businesses. It’s always the same routine. They raid us, they don’t find anything, they leave after making a mess and we go about our day. It happens when we work in the business we work in.”

“And what business is that?”

Namjoon glances at you over the rim of his glass. “You sure you wanna know?”

He holds your eyes for a long moment before he raises a brow. “Well?”

You look away, turning to stare at the wallpaper, completely missing the look shared between the two men. Namjoon shakes his head, an aborted movement, and Jungkook’s shoulders drop slightly in disappointment.

You weren’t ready.

Namjoon says, “If you don’t want to drink yours, I’ll have it.”

You nod, tucking your feet under your butt and curling in on yourself.

Jungkook shucks off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulder. “You looked cold.”

His jacket is huge on you, practically swallowing you whole, and he snakes his hand under the jacket to grab your hand once more. The wolf asks, “Is this okay?”

Strangely needing the support, you nod, tentatively. He pulls you over to his side of the couch and tucks you under his arm. “Come here.”

You watch intently on the TVs as Jimin goes down the stairs to meet the cops, a carefree expression on his face. He doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest. You can’t hear what’s being said but you are relatively proficient at reading body language and it seems the cops get more frustrated the longer that Jimin’s calm facade maintains.

One of the cops, a woman with a fluffy white tail, probably a spitz-hybrid, shoves Jimin aside to pass by him, which, for one moment, breaks Namjoon’s carefully put-together expression. His dark brows pull together as his lip curls in anger, and Jungkook whistles lowly.

“Well, that’s a wrap for her career,” he whispers to himself.

You look over at him, brow furrowing in curiosity.

Jungkook explains, just as quietly, “Joonie-hyung… really doesn’t like people touching Jimin.”

“I hate it,” Namjoon explains. “I hate people touching things that belong to me.” He looks over at you, then down at the way Jungkook is wrapped around you, then he amends, “Most of the time.”

“The police are gonna be here for a while,” Jungkook declares after a while. “You might as well get some sleep.”

“I won’t be able to sleep with you here,” you admit, awkwardly.

He frowns. “You’ve napped with me before, Pretty.”

“On accident,” you comment.

He huffs, then adjusts your body so you are lying with your head in his lap, petulantly tugging you in place. “Lay down and close your eyes.”

You do as he says, turning into his stomach so you are facing him, eyes directly in line with his hard stomach. He cards his hands through your hair once he takes out the pins in places, keeping your curls all fluffy and delicate. “You changed your hair.”

You nod, sleepily. As much as it annoyed you to admit, Jungkook did have magic hands and he put those bad boys to work.

“It’s so pretty,” he whispers into your ear, bowing over a little. His hair tickles at your neck from where he is nuzzling your skin, gently. “You’re always so fucking pretty, YN.”

His lips linger on your collar for a beat longer than he needed to.

You groan, quietly, “Jungkook…”

Jungkook pauses, exhaling against your gooseflesh, and he asks, his scent pumping out stronger at your whine, “Yeah, baby?”

You open your eyes to stare into his lust-blown orbs and you whisper, “I’m still sensitive…”

He bites his bottom lip, hard. “Really, baby? Where?”

Namjoon calls, firmly, “Kookie, not here.”

Jungkook freezes once more, shooting a look up at his owner before he exhales, frustrated but compliant. “Okay, hyung.”

That doesn’t ease the pressure that has built up in you and you try to secretly clench your thighs together under the jacket. Jungkook catches you, however, fingers sliding down the outside of your thigh from your hip and his digits still at the back of your knee.

He pauses there and you look up, alert.

Jungkook bites down on his lip again, raising his eyebrows in challenge before shooting a look at Namjoon’s back where he’s intently watching Jimin on the cameras, headphones over his ears.

You wonder if the place has been bugged or something.

You wonder if they’ve ever watched you from here, secretly.

There are cameras in the changing rooms, obscured by the walls where the girls are supposed to change, but most of the dancers take their clothes off in the main room. You’ve done it before, too lazy to go into the bathrooms.

Shock, and strangely enough, a sliver of pleasure runs down your spine at the thought of them seeing parts of you that this job doesn’t always get to see.

Jungkook puts the index finger of his other hand to his lips as he nudges your knees apart with his dominant hand. He doesn’t have to do much, considering you’re barely wearing anything, pushing the material to the side easily and working a finger across the seam of you.

You inhale, sharply and close your eyes, hoping that Namjoon’s dull human senses wouldn’t have noticed the sound.

Jungkook removes his finger and pushes the digit into his mouth, eyes rolling into the back of his head at your taste. Now that he’s gotten your essence on his tongue, he wants to drown in it. His eyes flash to something darker, something more intimidating, before he can hide it. You rear back, your instincts telling you that you are in danger, but Jungkook ducks down to kiss you, hard, on the mouth before you can pull completely away.

“So fucking good,” he whispers before nudging his spit-slick finger inside of you again. Gently, so gently at first. It felt more like a probe, tentative but the thickness of his dexterous fingers was enough to make you tense. He mouths, eyes tender and amused, “You gotta relax, Pretty.”

He begins to corkscrew one digit into you, a gentle rhythm that keeps your hips undulating beneath the jacket, practically riding his fingers in time with each brush of his thumb against your clit.

Jungkook nods along with you, holding your eyes, as your breathing grows heavier.

“Good girl,” he whispers against your lips. He kisses you, still soft and warm, “You feel so soft inside. I wonder what you’d be like wrapped around my d-“

“Jungkook, when I said not here, did you think I was fucking around or something?”

Both of you still instantly, having completely tuned Namjoon out until the man was hovering over you. He wasn’t angry with you, not even looking your way, but still, the weight of something was pressing down against your neck. It might have been your instincts to submit being raised up from somewhere due to the natural deference that Jungkook and Jimin showed this human, but he was making you respond as if he were an alpha.

It didn’t make sense.

“Look at me, Kookie.”

Jungkook raises his head, irises blown out a little as lust still wrecks his head, and he whines, a purely apologetic sound that comes from in his chest. He had pulled his fingers out of you as soon as Namjoon had spoken, but he covered you as best he could with his body. Even now, he was defending you from his owner.

“I’m not going to do anything to her,” Namjoon says, gently. He cards a hand through Jungkook’s long hair. “Cover her up and don’t do it again. She’s only just finished her heat. God knows how sore she might be.”

“She wasn’t with anyone,” Jungkook says, a touch petulantly. He looks down at you, imploringly. “You weren’t, right? Hyung told me that he didn’t smell anyone at your place.”

Jimin shouldn’t have been able to be at your place. Not in person. You assume he was being hyperbolic, shaking off your suspicion.

“I wasn’t with anyone,” you respond.

Jungkook looks over at Namjoon and says, “See?”

“That doesn’t mean she isn’t sensitive or sore,” Namjoon pushes, swatting at Jungkook’s arms around you. “YN, I’ll get you something to wear. You must not be comfortable.”

“Thank you,” you reply. On-screen, Jimin catches your attention. You walk over to where the tabby-hybrid is making a show of insulting whichever police captain had just arrived on scene. It was obvious that the hybrid enjoyed watching the cops search aimlessly for whatever paraphernalia that they came for. You enquire, eyes never leaving the tabby-hybrid on the TV, “Jimin gave you something before we came in here. What was it?”

Namjoon looks over at you from one of the cupboards. He’s surprised you caught that, thinking you had been shocked by the surprise of the raid to pay attention to anything specific. Namjoon pulls out some sweats, way too big for your frame, but he still hands them over. “Yoongi is the closest to your size.”

You repeat, stepping into the pants, “What did he give you?”

Namjoon leans against a desk and says, lowly, “As much as I like you, that’s Jimin’s business. Not my place to say. If he wants you to know, he’ll tell you.”

You look up at him, briefly sharing a loaded stare, before you glance away, back down at your feet poking out of the bottom of the sweats. You mutter, struggling to keep the pants on your hips, “These are still too big.”

Namjoon comes over, reaching down to handle the strings and he pulls them tight, purposefully pulling your body closer to his own until you are chest-to-chest.

You aren’t sure but you think he glances at your lips for a moment before he asks, mouth quirking into a small smirk, “Better?”

You nod, eyes fixed on the man’s charmingly lazy smile. His dimples were stunning. Namjoon continues, licking his lips, “Good. Put the hoodie on, too. I can’t keep looking at your tits without wanting something else.”

You prompt, surprised at his flagrant flirtation, “What about Jimin?”

“He wants to, too,” Namjoon explains with a casual shrug. “We share in our family.”

You look back at Jungkook, eyes wide as saucers, and he gives you a shy, small smile. “It’s complicated which is why I told you I had wanted to bring it up later.”

- end -

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