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The Company
Taeyeon and IU’s Plan
Smut and Story Building (Sex, Deep Penetration, Defloration, Creampie, Fingering, Blowjob)
Chapter 3
4,315 Words
(IU finds out that Taeyeon has been looking through her phone that filled with her sexual experiences with her boss. Taeyeon is convinced by IU to get a taste and comes up with a plan. Taeyeon gets more than what she can handle. OC gets a little surprised but is more than happy to accept it.)
A few weeks pass, and every time Taeyeon stays at IU’s apartment, she notices hints of your sexual relationship with IU. Anything like cum covered panties, cummed covered skirts and marks on IU’s thighs and chest.
She can’t hold on any longer; she needs to confront her friend about the type of relationship the two of you have. Taeyeon tries to find the looks for the best moment to talk to her about this.
“I’m going to ask her today; I can’t wait anymore. It’s awkward every time I see the two of them together.”
Taeyeon arrives earlier than usual and prepares dinner for the both of them, “Some pasta would be nice and easy to do. She changes into some comfortable clothes and gathers all the necessary items to make the meal.
“Taeyeon, I’m home.”
“Welcome back. I made dinner for us.”
“Aww, that’s nice of you. Let me change.”
“Okay, I’ll set the dinner table.”
Taeyeon sets the dinner table and waits for IU to take a seat before serving her. “What’s the special occasion?”
“Nothing much. I just got tired of ordering takeout and wanted to make something homemade.”
“Haha, you should do this more often.”
“I’ll try, only when I’m done early. Anyways, how was your day? Don’t think we have talked comfortably in the past few days.”
“Hmm… nothing much. Just the same old thing. You know, helping with ranking the trainees, setting up meetings, and doing my duties as the CEO’s assistant.”
“What kind of duties do you have?”
“Just busy stuff like going over his daily and weekly schedule, setting up his meetings, sometimes bringing him his meals or some do simple tasks.”
“Seems like he has you overworking yourself.”
“Ah, no, that’s not true. He also has Irene as the secondary assistant. We share the tasks here and there. It's not that bad, actually, once you get used to it. But there are times when it does get busy, and I come home tired.”
“Is he nice to you?”
“He can be a bit tough, but he treats me nice. He asks how I’m doing, buys me nice things like jewelry, and gives me spending money.”
“Seems like the two of you have more than a boss-and-employee relationship.”
IU smiles and tries to play it off, but Taeyeon teases her, “Omg, are you and your boss something?” IU can’t help but grin, causing Taeyeon to push deeper, “I kind of figured the two of you were a thing. Is it actually a thing or work sex?”
“Haha, why do you want to know? Are you perhaps interested?”
“No! I just wanted to ask since you have been acting a bit differently.”
“Hmm.. okay. I’ll tell you, but don’t tell anyone else, okay?”
Taeyon is now completely invested in finding out their relationship and eagerly nods, “Yeah, I won’t tell anyone.”
“Okay, remember how I told you that my family has financial issues?”
“Yeah, of course. You said that your family was struggling really back, especially your mom.”
“I wanted to help her somehow, so I contacted some people and became his personal assistant. This meant I had to service him at the workplace and him “personally.” I knew it was bound to happen and did it for my mother’s sake. So I had my first time with him. I thought I would hate him, but he’s really caring. He and I aren’t dating; it’s just a work relationship. I’ve been with him for a bit over a year and learned that it’s better to take the initiative and serve him than for him to act on it. If he has to ask for it when he might fuck you based on his mood, and trust me, that might be a bit dangerous. So I learned to read his mood and service him.”
“Oh wow. I didn’t know it was that serious.”
“The pay is really good, and the benefits are much better. This is one of the reasons why I have this apartment, and my mom is living in a nice house.”
Taeyeon hesitants but asks, “By the way, how far have you gone? Like, what do you do?”
“Well… the first few times, it was just regular sex, then it was a handjob and blow job. As time kept going, we would do more stuff, like me giving him head in his office or having sex in there too.”
“Have you two done anal?”
“Ahh, I haven’t, but he’s done it with someone else.”
“Who?”
“Irene, his other assistant.”
“He fucks her too?”
“Yeah, and let me tell you this. Their relationship is much different than mine. She didn’t want to service him and learned the hard way. Anyways, are you interested?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t try to hide it, Taeyeon. I know you looked through my panties in my hamper and went through my phone.”
Taeyeon panics and lies, “No, I didn’t do that.”
“Don’t lie, that phone is something that he gave me. It screen records every time someone tries to log in. So I know that you’ve been looking at my videos of him fucking me.”
Taeyeon panics, and it shows. IU reads Taeyeon like a book and teases her by asking, “Are you interested in him?”
“Ahh, no! I’m just interested.”
“Lies, I’ve heard your moaning during the night. I know that you’re sexually interested and frustrated.”
“No, you’re wrong.”
“I mean, if you are, and I know you are. It will make my job easier. There are so many things I have to do, and if he’s busy with you, then that means I have to spend less time servicing him. What do you think?”
“Umm… I don’t know.”
“I’ll even help you. I’ll tell you the best time and even get him a bit tipsy for you, haha.”
“You’ll help me?”
“Yeah, you’re my friend. It’s not like I have anything to lose. Look, I’ll even show you some pictures from today,” as IU pulls out her phone and shows Taeyeon a video of you getting your cock sucked and you cumming in her mouth and face. IU notices Taeyeon slide her hand between her legs and rubs herself under the table, “Don’t tell me you don’t see yourself being in my place. Just imagine his hot cum on your face and going down your throat.”
“Hmm… you said you’ll help me, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll take care of everything. You just got to follow my advice, and you’ll be good.”
“Okay, I’ll do it,” causing IU to smile.
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“Is that the last schedule for the day?”
“Yes, sir. You’re done for the day. Are you planning on dining out?”
“No, I just want to go home and rest. This was a busy and long weekend; I wanted to have a drink and relax. I’ll probably go out tomorrow.”
“Would you still like me to service you later tonight?”
“Hmm… actually, how about we share a drink?”
“It would be my pleasure, sir.”
You gather all your belongings and head to your apartment with IU. The two of you wait for the elevator and can’t help but notice the large height difference between the both of you, almost a foot apart. The elevator door slides open, and the two of you enter and scan your keycard to the top floor.
Arriving at the top floor, you walk down a long hallway towards the single, large door on the floor and insert your code to enter, “Finally, back home.” The two of you take your shoes off, leave your items on the table by the hallway, and sit on the large couch.
“Would you like me to serve you the usual?”
“Yes, please.”
IU heads towards the kitchen and to the alcohol cabinet and grabs a bottle and two glass cups. She pours the both of you a drink and walks back. “Here you, sir.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I like your initiative, Ji-eun. You’ve become a reliable assistant.”
“No, thank you, sir. For the opportunity to serve you and the help to my family.”
“Ahh, yes. How’s your mother doing?”
“She’s doing well, thanks to your generosity.”
“No need to thank me; it’s all due to your hard work.”
IU grabs the bottle once more and pours another drink as you enjoy the view from the top floor of the building. Watching the sunset is one of your favorite things after coming home from a long day.
“Would you like me to order you takeout, sir?”
“Sure, that’d be great.”
“What would you like?”
“You can choose.”
“Okay, I’ll place an order.”
You place your drink down and change into something more comfortable while waiting for the food to arrive. IU sets the table, cleans a bit of the living room, and places your items where they belong. “Would you like another drink?”
“Yeah, I could go for another one.”
She serves you another drink, and you take small sips as you continue to enjoy the view from your living room couch. You and IU have a small conversation about some of the schedule for next week and about the process of the trainees when IU’s phone pings. “Sorry, sir. It’s the delivery person; I’m going to go down to the lobby and meet them. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay, sounds good.”
You walk to the kitchen, open the fridge door, and grab a couple of beers for the meal. You wait for IU to arrive and check your messages. When you hear the door ring go off, signaling that IU was coming inside.
“Sir, I’m back.”
“Nice, I grabbed a couple of beers for the two of us.”
“Sir, I met Taeyeon in the lobby and asked her to join us. Would that be okay with you, sir?”
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
“She’ll be coming up in a few. She just went to get changed.”
“Okay, let's get the table ready for three.”
After a few minutes, the doorbell rings, and IU opens the door for Taeyeon. “Hello, sir. Thank you for allowing me into your house.”
“It’s no problem; you’re welcome anytime; come take a seat.”
Taeyeon sits on the couch across from you," Would you like a beer?”
“Yes, I’ll take one.” he grabs a beer and opens it. She crosses her legs, and you catch a glimpse of her not wearing any panties. You try not to look at it, but you can’t help but admire her thighs.
“The pizza is ready.”
“Thanks; actually, do you think it would be better to eat here in the living room since it’s pizza?”
“We could do that,” says IU.
“I’ll help you, Ji-eun,” standing up and helping bring the plates to the living room table.
With everyone sitting down, you all grab a slice of pizza and a beer and start to eat. You ask Taeyeon about her week and if she’s comfortable as the vocal coach.
“I like it here; the place is beautiful, the staff is nice, and the trainees are very hardworking.”
“That’s good to hear. Better than SM, huh.”
“Haha, yeah, it is,” she laughs.
IU mentions that she’s been hearing positive feedback from the trainees ever since she started and congratulated her on a good job. Taeyeon smiles and puts her feet on the couch, giving you a better view of her private area.
You try not to look, but you can’t help your curiosity and eye her every time she moves her legs. IU notices this and asks, " Taeyeon, would you mind passing me a napkin?”
“Sure,” and she reaches for the napkin, allowing you to get a glimpse of her cleavage under the oversized shirt. IU looks at you and smiles, knowing that the plan is working.
“Like what you, sir?”
You turn around to IU, “What do you mean?”
“I asked if you liked what you saw.”
You see IU’s smile and turn to Taeyeon and see her smile. “What’s going on?”
IU says, “What do you think, sir? She wants you.”
“Is that true?”
“What do you think? I wouldn’t give a show to just anyone,” says Taeyeon.
“Hmm… So the both of you planned this.”
“You catch on quick, sir.”
“Okay, I’ll play your game. Taeyeon, you must be aware of the type of relationship I have with Ji-eun, right?”
“Yes, I’m aware.”
“And you’re fine with that?”
“Yeah, I am.”
Calling her bluff, you stand up, walk towards her, and extend your hand. “Alight, since you want to play, we can go right now.”
“R…right now?” looking at IU, who only smiles.
Knowing what will happen, she takes your hand and follows your lead to one of the bedrooms. The both of you hear a small chuckle from IU, and her saying, “Have fun,” before you close the door.
“You want to play? Let's see if you’re game,” and sit on the one-seater coach in the room.
Taeyeon stands there, confused about what you mean. “Strip.”
Taeyeon is caught off guard by your command and hesitates. You repeat it once more, “Strip.” Understanding you’re serious; she stands before you crosses her arms, and removes her oversized shirt and then her loose, small shorts.
In front of you is a completely nude Taeyeon. She has small breasts and a clean, shaven cunt. Without saying a word, you scan her body, from her feet to her head. She turns around and gives you a view of her behind, “Amazing. I can’t believe a member from Girls Generation is standing in front of me, nude.”
You signal her to approach you and say, “Come over here.” You grab both her hands and her right in front of you. You lick your index and middle finger and rub her lower lips. She moans at the sudden touch of your warm fingers against her cold skin. Using your two fingers, you trace and swirl the outside of her lips until you feel her moist.
You remove your fingers, pull her towards you, and pick her up. She suddenly yelps from being picked up and notices you walking towards the bed. You toss her onto the bed and watch her reaction as you spread her legs wide open, giving you an embarrassed look. She tries to cover her pussy, to which you tease her and say, “I guess you’re all talk and no game,” giving her a smirk. She gets offended and removes her hands out of pride, responding, “I’m not all talk; I can back it up, too.”
“You’re sure about that?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“I’ll give you one last chance to back out.”
“Don’t need it, I can play along.”
“Alright. Let’s play.”
You remove your shirt and shorts and toss it to the couch. Taeyeon’s heart begins to race as she’s focused on your boxers and sees you pull them down, revealing your semi-hard cock. You pull her towards you and her folds once you say, “You have a really nice pussy right here.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah. I can’t wait to fuck you,” grabbing your cock and pressing it against her lower lips. She pushes your cock away and says, “Wait, you’re not going to wear a condom?”
You stop and are surprised by the most ridiculous question and reply, “What do you mean a condom? I only fuck, raw. Why? You don’t want to?”
No, I was just wondering. I heard that it’s important to wear a condom.”
“I check myself regularly, so I’m good. Are you?”
“No, I’m good.”
“Okay, then we’re all good to continue, right?”
“Yeah,” turning her head around and thinking of all the possibilities of fucking without a condom.
You grab your cock with your right hand and give it a few pumps and press it against her lower lips. You look at Taeyeon and see her face of anticipation, waiting for your next move. With your hardened cock against her entrance, you smack it against her folds right before inserting yourself inside of her.
Taeyeon groans from the pain of your cock making its way through her tight walls. “Fuck… you’re so tight!” as you shove more of your cock inside her. Due to the pain, Taeyeon grabs onto the bedsheets with all her might.
Suddenly, Taeyeon screams when you shove your whole length inside of her in one go. “Wait…Wait… pull out, pull out, you’re breaking me!”
Seeing her in pain, you pull out your cock, and caress her cheek, “Are you okay?” Taeyeon replies, “You’re too big; I thought it was going to die. Give me some time to get myself together.”
‘Wait… don’t tell me” as you look down and look at the tip of your cock covered in a thin layer of red.
She nods her head in tears and says, “Yeah, it’s my first time.” You’re surprised by her comment and would have never known that this would be her first time, but the idea of being her first man makes you hard again.
You grab a tissue, get yourself cleaned, and reassure Taeyeon that you’ll make it pleasurable. She nods and wipes the tears off her face before you move on to insert yourself once more.
With your cock at the entrance of her, slowly insert your length; Taeyeon groans from the slight pain in her walls and begins to stretch to their limits, “Ow… you’re still too big.” You get on the bed, get on top of her, and begin to kiss her neck and play with her breast as you move inside of her.
Taeyeon slowly forgets about the pain and focuses on the pleasure of your kissing and her tits, “Hmm, yeah… that feels good, don’t stop.” You move towards her breast and take her nipple into your mouth as you play with the other. She continues to moan and let free of her nipple and continue to thrust your cock.
Taeyeon wraps her arms around your neck now that she’s comfortable with your length. You increase the pace of your thrusting, causing her to moan and even laugh, “I can’t describe the feeling, but it feels so good!”
“Just wait, it's going to feel better,” as you place her into a mating press. With her legs pushed back, you do a strong thrust, each other’s pelvis smacking against each other. “How do you like that? Can you feel it deep inside you?”
“Ahh.. yeah, I can feel the difference. My womb is taking the shape of your cock!” Her hands move towards her breast, pinching and twisting her nipples as she feels her orgasm coming.
Seeing her pleasuring herself, you can’t help but tease her as you focus your focus on her clit. Taeyeon yelps, asking you to stop because she can feel an overwhelming feeling approaching.
Instead, you place it between your thumb and your index finger and give it a nice pinch. This causes Taeyeon to instantly cum, as you feel a rush of fluid covering your cock. You pull out and enjoy the scene of her orgasm as her body violently shakes. You watch as she rides her orgasm and decide to tease her, so you insert your middle finger and begin to thrust inside her cunt. “Don’t… don’t do that, you’re going to make me come! Stop!” It didn’t take her long for her to reach her second orgasm. “Ahh, fuck! I’m cumming!” as a gush of fluid sprays and her body spasms.
“Wow, I didn’t have to do much. Seems like you don’t relieve yourself often, but that won’t be a problem now that I’m here. You’re going to be a good fucking with me, but now that you had your fun, it’s my turn.”
“Wait, what are you doing?”
“I need to get my fill too, you know.”
“Please… wait,” not letting her finish her sentence as you insert your cock inside. She throws her head back and screams, “Oh fuck! You’re going to mess me up inside!” Her walls tighten around your cock, not used to having your massive length inside of it.
“Your walls want to squeeze my cock, fuck you feel so tight.” You start to pump your cock inside her slippery walls, feeling all the grooves and crevices of her meaty flesh.
You listen to the beautiful sound of Taeyeon’s moaning as you thrust inside of her for what feels like ten minutes. Taeyeon is a complete mess; her hair is ruined, and her body is all sweaty. The tipsy sensation has disappeared, and let her know that you’re about to reach your peak, “Fuck, I’m about to cum.”
“Wait… what did you say?”
“I said I’m about to cum. Where do you want it?”
Puzzled, she tries to come up with an answer, and it is taking longer than what you’re used to. Not wanting to hold it in any longer, you decide where you want to bust your load. Feeling the weird feeling of your cock throbbing your cock she says, “Outside, do it outside,” but it's too late.
The amount of time she wastes on deciding, you end up making the choice for her. You pull your cock out and do one last thrust when you hear her say she wants you to cum outside. Instead, all she hears is, “Fuck! I’m cumming!” Her eyes widen when she hears your comment, and she is bombarded with a large wave of cum flooding her womb.
She cries, “So hot! Pull out!” That only makes you want to shove your cock in deep and paint her womb white.
After finishing your orgasm, you notice Taeyeon looking at her bulging belly, filled with your load. You pull out and watch as she presses her fingers on her stomach, causing a large amount of cum to ooze out. “I told you to do it outside.”
“You took too long, so I made a choice. Plus, I normally cum inside of my girls, so there shouldn’t be an issue, right?”
“But I’m not one of your girls. I’m not IU or Irene.”
“Yeah, you’re right. You are not them, but since you took my hand, you’re mine now.”
“You don’t own me.”
“Haha, says the person with the cum of their boss inside of her.”
She sees your smirk and realizes that you’re right; she does have her belly full of your cum right now. “Don’t smirk.”
“You know, I’m right. How about another round?”
“Another round?”
“Yeah, I mean, if you’re up for it.”
Taeyeon’s pride doesn’t let her back down; she wants to wipe that grin off your face, even if it means going another round. She looks down at you and notices your hardened cock. “Alright, I can do another round.”
“Haha, alright. Let's change the scenery,” as you extend your hand. She takes your hand, and you walk her to the balcony. She looked down and saw the campus and trainees walking in groups back to their dorms after a long Friday night.
You kiss her nape, which causes her to shiver, and her nipples harden. “Put your hands against the railing.”
“Why?”
“Don’t worry. Just let me lead, and enjoy.”
“Okay.”
You raise her right leg up in the air, and with your left hand, you position your cock to her entrance. “What are you do… ahhh” as she feels your cock penetrating her cunt once more. The both of you spend the whole night fucking throughout the penthouse, the balcony, living room, kitchen, and shower. Every time you move locations, you make sure to make the two of you get to orgasm.
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Taeyeon wakes up on the bed, looks around, and notices you are gone. She gets up and looks at the many stains throughout the bed, which makes her remember the night she had. She takes a cold shower to wash the stains of fluid on her body, “Ugh… I feel so full.” She presses her stomach and notices a white cream liquid oozing out of her. Pressing her belly harder, a gush of cum squirts out, covering the shower floor cum, “Fuck…that’s too much.”
After her shower, she changed into her clothes and walked out to see you in the living room, reading a newspaper. She walks towards you, “Good morning,” to which you reply, Good Morning, Taeyeon.”
As she walks towards the kitchen, she turns around to ask if she could grab something to eat when she sees IU on her knees. “Ji-eun! What are you doing?”
IU turns around with a smile on her face and replies, “Good Morning, Unnie. I made breakfast, by the way.”
“Why are you going down on him?”
“Oh, I’m having breakfast too. Want some?” as she holds your cock in her hand.
“No!”
“Come on, it's good.”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
She looks at her friend’s satisfied face and remembers the videos she has masturbated to before. She looks at you and back at her, giving her a reply.
You woke up this Saturday morning full of energy. After going on a run early in the morning, you return and enjoy the breakfast your assistant, IU, made for you. You give her a treat as a reward for a job well done.
You turn, you’re done reading your newspaper, set it on the table, and enjoy the sight in front of you. “It’s nice to see two friends sharing a meal together,” you say with a slight grin.
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pairing: taeyong x reader, johnny x reader
genre/warnings: angst, established relationship, falling out of love, not proofread
word count: 0.6k
a/n: thank uu for this request hope u enjoy reading this!
date: 13/01/22
apov.
Uncertainty, doubts, an uncomfortable silence enveloping the room. No words couldn’t be exchanged. Minds clouded with anxious thoughts. Chests aching, getting the bittersweet taste of a love that won’t last. Not any longer.
The boy pursed his lips, sparing a glance at his girlfriend. His eyes darted to the clock next noticing they were going to be late for a hang out they had promised their friends. He sighed, stood up and walked towards the girl.
He places his hand on her cheek, rather forced. The love pouring out from his touch, even the kiss that landed on her forehead, it was not evident anymore.
“Let’s not fight anymore. We’re gonna be late.” He said as he went to grab clothes in his closet.
“I love you.” She proposed. It was a moment of silence before he replied, “Me too.”
timeskip.
It was a quiet ride going to the hang out. It felt…odd. This kind of silence usually wasn’t a bother but at this situation, it was suffocating. As if they were drowning in the eeriness of this mute atmosphere and they couldn’t find the right words to say.
They coughed and cleared their throats. The boy looked on the road attentively while the girl watched the changing scenes on the window.
More minutes have passed, green lights after red lights, turns after every straight road, they have arrived. “We’re here.” He said, unlocking his seatbelt followed by his girlfriend beside him. They spared no glances to each other and stepped out of the car.
It was kind of mild in the place, simple gathering with chattering and laughs clouding the rented venue. Painted with white walls and decorated simply with plants of plastic and some fairy lights. A fair boy of coal hair noticed the couple’s presence and approached them with a big gummy smile plastered on his face.
“Taeyong! Y/N! You guys made it.” He cheered, arms held in the air while he held a bottle of beer on his hand. Taeyong smirked, “Hey Doyoung, sorry we were late.”
“No problem my guy. You guys look good by the way.” Doyoung sent a wink to the both of them, earning a disgusted expression from his friend and a laugh from the girlfriend.
“Anyway, just get inside. There’s loads of food there. Make yourselves comfy.” The bunny boy said as he gestured to be excused. “Yeah yeah. Thanks.” The guys sent last smiles to each other before they went to do their own things.
The girl only followed after her boyfriend, looking around the place as they walked to get inside the venue. A waiter holding a tray of glasses of white wine passes by them, halted by Taeyong to get two. One for him and her.
“Thanks.” He grabbed the two glasses, looking behind him to give her the glass. “Thank you.” She mutters under her breath and took a sip.
reader.
“Hey,” I tapped on Taeyong’s shoulder to earn his attention. He looked my way with a hum, “What’s up?”
“I’ll go ahead and chill on the couch there.” I pointed to empty white sofa and sipped on my drink. Taeyong nodded and walked to his friends without a word.
I plopped down, a little bit of my drink spilt on my dress resulting to small patches to a darker shade of it’s blue. Sitting down alone on that couch felt like a real life movie scene wherein the introvert nerdy friend was forced to party. I look around to find my boyfriend but he has already drowned in the crowd. I sighed, swirling my glass gently before taking a sip.
I never realized I was zoning out until I felt the space beside me dip down. They groaned and crossed their legs. as far as I could see from the corner of my eye. My head turns to their direction to see a man of soft features. Curly hair with cat-like features. He smiles upon feeling my gaze on him as I assume.
“Hi.” He greets, his aura was confident and it was the way he carried himself that was attractive and alluring. I blushed at his attitude that I felt my heart race and my cheeks heat up.
“Hey.” I nodded as a polite bow, taking another sip from my drink to help with the feeling of my nervous and shaking hands.
“You’re here alone?” He asked. He was one charmer, alright. But I knew I had to say no given the fact I am still with my boyfriend, Taeyong.
“N-“ I was then rudely interrupted by probably another one of Taeyong’s friend. He popped up into our conversation to invite into their game.
“Sorry to interrupt you guys but do you wanna join us? We’re playing spin the bottle.”
“Uh yeah sure Jungwoo. We’ll be right there.” The guys beside me gives a smile to the other, he tilts his head gesturing to the forming group of people on the other side of the room.
“Wanna go?”
“Sure.”
taeyong.
After talking with almost every one of my friends in this party, I stood on the corner as I drank some of the white wine the waiters were serving. I was alone but I needed a recharge.
My eyes darted toward a clique seated not too far from my right. Darted especially to where I have heard a familiar giggle.
She smiled widely, her eyes filled with joy and fun. As if I could see the love forming in her hazel orbs. Her hand affectionately lands on the other’s arm in which I have come to know her usual reaction to a joke she finds way too amusing.
Only to know she was already having fun with my friend, Johnny.
I bit my lip, fighting the frown that was about to mask my face. Rather quickly than I should, I swirled my wine glass resulting to some of the liquid to land on the carpeted floor.
A bottle spun in the middle of the circle, slowly coming to a stop and its nozzle pointing at Johnny. He raked his long fingers through his own locks as a smirk grows on his lips.
“Alright Johnny. You and…”
I scoffed in disbelief. Literally grown people playing a stupid high school party game that gives you a three out of a hundred chance to hook up with your crush.
The bottle had stopped spinning when I have decided to pay attention once again, this time landing on “Y/N!”
Their eyes met each other’s, faces red caused by the increasing butterflies that had formed in their stomachs. How do I ever know all this? Well, it was me in his place before.
I used to own those eyes that laid on no one’s but mine.
The bittersweet taste of love that has ended has finally gotten to me.
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Desolate // Taeyong - Pt.3
Parts: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: Language
y/n’s POV
Still feeling your cheeks burning, you handed Mrs Kwon her documents back, trying hard to force a stable voice when you spoke to her,
“Ah Thanks Miss y/l/n, Mr Lee is here now, and since your his assistant please could you go and get his coffee, he likes espresso, do you remember where the tea room is?” she chimed.
“Y..yes”, as you turned around you scoffed loudly to yourself “So now I’m his slave too?”.
After you had made his coffee you approached his office, but you just couldn't knock on the door, and so stood, contemplating whether you should just leave the coffee and run, as fast as you could, out of the building, and as far away as possible. “No y/n, get yourself together, you can’t let this egotistical arrogant idiot get you down like this” you whispered to yourself. You thought that maybe if you apologized to him for the incident that took place on your interview day, then maybe, just maybe he’d stop being so cruel and cold towards you, and just as you where about to knock, his large door swung open, and he slightly jumped at the sight of you, you doing the same, almost dropping the coffee.
“I..I brought your coffee Sir”, your voice barely audible.
“And what? Do you have super powers?” he snapped, and you furrowed your brows, confused.
“Was you planning to melt the door down with your eyes?”
“No, I was just about to knock”, he snatched the tray with the coffee on it, without even saying thank you, and your hand formed a fist, pretending to punch him when he turned around to place the coffee on his desk.
“What do you want me to do?” you asked, almost too bluntly.
He handed you a large heavy ring binder that you almost dropped, “the task schedule is in the front, everything you need is inside, so don't pester me unless you really have to”, and you mentally swore at him, what type of a boss was he?
“Do you understand?” he said before taking a sip of the coffee.
“Yes Sir”
“Good” he smirked. You swore you wanted to slap him so hard to wipe that smirk off his face.
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Back in your office, you where so devastated at how hard the tasks where that he had given you, why was he being so harsh? Nevertheless you got straight on to avoid wasting time, when suddenly your concentration was broken by a knock at your door,
“Come in”
It was Mrs Kwon, and you sighed in relief, although thought that Taeyong would not probably knock, “Hello?” she said waving her hand in front of your face bringing you back to planet Earth.
“Sorry for disturbing you Miss y/l/n, but I just came to tell you that Mr Lee will be constantly asking Taeyong Sir about your progress and work ethic to see if you really are a suitable candidate for the role, so just keep doing what your doing” she smiled, as she left the room.
Your head hit your desk, great, just great, you where now even further obliged to have to listen to listen to Taeyong’s orders, and put up with his bullshit...
-
The week had slowly and painfully passed, to your misfortune, Taeyong’s behavior had not changed one single bit towards you, he was giving you the hardest tasks, being cold and blunt as always, his sarcastic and cocky comments made you want to retaliate so bad, but somehow you refrained.
Everyday you where coming home absolutely shattered from the work load, sometimes almost crying at the comments he made about you, how he ‘wasn't surprised that you didn't have a boyfriend’ when he questioned your relationship status, or how ‘inexperienced you probably where’, but all the time you just shook it off, they’re just words you told yourself, they’re just words.
One person who stood bye you though was Yeri, your colleague. She definitely made the atmosphere at work a lot lighter, you found yourself asking her questions about Taeyong, in the tea room whilst you both got coffee, at lunch, or if you bumped into each other whilst walking around, and you learned how Taeyong had basically had sex with 90% of the young girls that worked there, even her...it made your heart sink, it made you almost jealous? But you felt relieved to hear that she was now in a serious relationship with someone else, and so you concluded that there mustn't be anything between Yeri and Taeyong now, but that didn't mean that he didn't have other acquaintances...
But you enjoyed bitching about him with Yeri, it was fun to say the least, the fear of someone overhearing you was almost pleasurable.
You found that you clicked with Yeri so well because you both shared extremely similar interests, one being art, which you both studied, and so you had made your mind up that for her birthday that was coming up you would gift her some art of Seoul cityscape on a canvas that you had done since she told you she really wanted something like that for her apartment.
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The day of Yeri’s birthday came, and you smiled seeing cute decorations and balloons outside her office, you walked towards it to go and give her the gift, but two other employees who you had seen around where blocking your path, arguing with each other like they where elementary students.
“I bet my gift’s better than yours” she said holding up a small box, neatly wrapped, and when she held it up, a diamond bracelet became visible on her wrist, making the other employee scoff.
“Whatever, I have that bracelet, look, Taeyong gave it to me” she said holding her wrist up to reveal the same bracelet, you where unsure why this made your heart sink, but you stood silently continuing to observe them, getting annoyed at how immature they where being.
“What?! Well Taeyong gave me this one too” she rolled her eyes and pushed past, annoyed, and entered Yeri’s office.
You stood there amazed, and disgusted at how Taeyong was showering the slutty employees with expensive gifts which they treasured like trophies, God knows what they doing in return...
Unexpectedly you where shaken from your daydream by someone clicking their fingers in your face, you looked up to see nobody other than Taeyong, he was holding a pretty gift bag, he stood with the usual conceited look on his face, and by this time a lot of your colleagues had started to gather, all with their gifts, but they kept their distance when they saw the boss.
“What’s that?” he said snatching the canvas from your hands despite your protests, you could feel your cheeks heating seeing a few people trying to contain their laughter. After he examined it with a scornful look he shoved it back in your hands, “We all know the first place that’s going to go...the garbage”, he harshly pushed past you to enter Yeri’s office, you felt tears threatening to fall at any moment, but to spare anymore embarrassment you left the canvas on the floor by the wall and sped off as fast as possible, tears streaming down your face at this point.
Your turned to an unoccupied corridor, continuously sobbing, any ounce of sympathy left for Taeyong had diminished, and was replaced with pure hatred. Why did he get so much satisfaction out of humiliating you?
Suddenly you heard someone approaching, but your vision was blurry from tears, and as you quickly tried to wipe them away, still sobbing, you looked up to see someone, he had cute curly black hair, and glasses. He looked at you concerned, questioningly, “Are you okay what's wrong?” he asked, his voice full of sympathy, but you continued sobbing, and in between sobs you managed,
“I..I hate that ...bastard Taeyong”, but the words slipped from your mouth unconsciously, you thought he was just another employee, surely not from this floor as you had never seen him before, and you heard him lightly chuckle in response, making you look up at him, confused.
“I know he seems really cold hearted, but trust me, he’s really kind at heart, he’s just had it hard in the past you see”
“How do you know” you challenged.
“Because...he’s my little brother”, his words make you feel weak, your hands quickly covered your mouth realizing what you had just called him in front of him, and he laughed pulling your hands away from your face, wiping your face dry, his contact made your cheeks heat up, your heart beat faster.
“Now tell me what he actually did, I'm not going to stick up for him just because I'm his hyung”...
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“Where the hell is she?” Taeyong stood from his desk, annoyed that y/n had not brought him his coffee yet, as she did every morning, he felt a slight hint of guilt for upsetting her earlier, and so he made his way past her office to go and find her.
He stopped in his track when he saw his older with y/n in the distance, he was pushing the hair out of her face, they where both staring intently into each other’s eyes, and Taeyong was unsure why this angered him, made him feel jealous?
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You where interrupted by Taeyong, he didn't even look at his brother, Minseok, “Didn't I tell you there’s loads of work to do?” he spat harshly.
“Hey bro, go easy on her” Minseok said patting his shoulder, making Taeyong roll his eyes, he then turned around giving you a reassuring smile, which you failed to return, as he walked away.
You started to walk away, to go to your office, when you felt a strong hand on your wrist jerk you back, “I didn't tell you to go anywhere” he said, his face inched away from yours, you felt his hot breath on you, sending shivers down your spine.
“You’re here to work, not flirt with my brother” he said, almost through clenched teeth, his eyes almost burning into you.
“First of all, I wasn't flirting” you said confidently, “and secondly, stop being a hypocrite, isn't that what you do literally all day, just flirt, and probably more” making him scoff.
“Yeah? Well at least I don't flirt with people who are in serious relationships”, you rolled your eyes, you really wasn't in the mood to argue with him, it’s not like you could win anyway.
“I don't know how he’s your brother, he’s so nice compared to you” you spat, resulting in a slightly pained expression from him, and as you turned away you realized how what you said may have hurtfully impacted Taeyong more than you had intended, because they where only step brothers....
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Hello! I hope your having a cute day today! ❤️. Any taekook mpreg fics with jungkook as a bottom, um with lots of baby moments please :( i try to look for somes but i can't find any :((
hii^^ hopefully these are okay for you <3
Discipline - Jungkook disciplines his daughter. It's cute.
Your One, Your Two - Life in the Kim-Jeon household when Jungkook is expecting his second baby. Lots fluff and domesticity, cute little kid(s), lots of love with some smut on the side.
Big Bad Wolf - Jungkook can't help that his neighbor is hot. He also can't help his fantasies of said neighbor fucking him senseless.
When a Bunny Loves A Tiger - Bonus scenes from ' When a Bunny Pets a Tiger ' Universe. Mostly just a sequel featuring Taeyon because she wasn't there in the original.
Expectations - Jungkook thought the day Taehyung left was the worst day of his life. Then he found out he was pregnant. Taehyung knew it would be difficult seeing Jungkook again after five years. He didn’t know he would find out that he was a father.
The Cause of My Euphoria - In which a pregnant Jungkook takes care of his three-year-old daughter while BTS is away.
Not taekook necessarily, but this is cute. here
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guys my age (yuta/taeyong)
Taeyong, fresh off of his first year of college, finds himself in a new city for his summer internship. He keeps running into a beautiful man, and Taeyong can’t help but be attracted to him. The problem? This guy is around 40, and Taeyong only just celebrated his 20th birthday.
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Characters: Taeyong, Yuta; the rest of nct intermittently
Genre: fluff, smut (lots of smut)
Warnings: AGE GAP (like taeyong is barely legal), daddy kink, mild dom/sub
Rating: Explicit
Length: 7.1k
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Note: when we talk about age in this fic, it’s all in korean age since this is set in an ambiguous city in korea. As far as I know, age 20 in korean age (19 in international) is considered an “adult”; im also operating under the assumption that people can enter clubs at an earlier age than it is legal for them to drink; they just can’t, you know, drink. Ah, the hoops I jump through to contort the world to my liking.
And, yeah, it’s mentioned in the warnings but there’s an age gap in this fic! I would just like to make a little disclaimer and say i don’t really support age-gap relationships in real life, just because the inherent power imbalance usually leads to bad things. But, for some godforsaken reason, I still really like age gap (probably due to some of my own unprocessed trauma that we dont need to talk about now or ever). Basically, what im saying is this fic is depraved, and I know it’s depraved, and I know I’m depraved, so you don’t have to tell me. If you think you won’t like it or think it might trigger you, then please don’t read it.
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It’s really strange, honestly. It’s not a small neighborhood, and it’s definitely not a small city, but somehow, later that next week, Taeyong sees Yuta again. This time, they’re at a bookstore—Taeyong is on an errand for one of his supervisors, and Yuta looks like he’s just browsing. He catches Taeyong’s eye, and gives him an amused smile.
“Are you following me?” Taeyong asks.
“Maybe I should be,” Yuta says, somewhat severely. “You scared me the other night.”
“I’m sorry,” Taeyong says. Why is it that every time I see him, I’m apologizing? “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry you had to deal with that.”
“I don’t mind. I mean, you’re lucky it was me,” Yuta says. “You have to be more careful, though.”
“I know.” Taeyong sighs. “It was just… a combination of ill-thought-out decisions and unfortunate timing.”
“Maybe you should give me your mother’s contact information or something,” Yuta says. He’s got the same unreadable expression hidden under a thin layer of politeness, and Taeyong doesn’t know what to call it. He does know it makes the pit of his belly burn. “So I can help her keep an eye on you.”
Taeyong blanches, for multiple reasons. “Oh, please don’t.”
Yuta laughs. “I’m just joking.” He reaches out and smoothes Taeyong’s shirt collar, which Taeyong only just realizes is sticking up. He keeps his hand there longer than he really needs to, pressed over the line of Taeyong’s clavicle. “Aren’t you in the middle of your workday?” he asks.
“Yes, I’m just here on an errand,” Taeyong explains, trying not to gasp a little when Yuta finally draws his hand away.
“Well, I won’t keep you then,” he says. “See you around, Taeyong.”
Is it odd to say Taeyong feels giddy? But he does, and he can barely hide it even after he steps foot back in the building. His neck burns next to where Yuta touched him, and he can’t explain it, but it’s like his fingerprints sear themselves into Taeyong’s skin. He might be delusional, but he swears Yuta is doing it on purpose. For all his guardian-like care, he doesn’t miss the way Yuta’s eyes flick over his face and his body when he sees him. He tries to hide it, but Taeyong can tell he’s looking, and Taeyong might be going to hell for it, but damn it, he likes it.
Taeyong doesn’t have the highest self-esteem, but he also can be objective, and he knows he’s pretty. He knows guys like him because of it, and he adores it when men fit their hands around his tiny waist and call him beautiful and delicate, like a perfect little doll. He likes it even better when they treat him like it. And Yuta, with his big, mysterious smile, his lingering touches, his sharp eyes—he’s everything Taeyong could ask for. Taeyong knows he shouldn’t—there’s plenty of guys my age around here, he thinks as Jaehyun waves in greeting, giving him a sweet, dimpled smile—but he can’t help it. It’s Yuta he wants. And all he needs is a little encouragement for him to take.
His birthday passes inconsequentially. Some of the guys take him out drinking that night, even though they have work the next morning. He takes it easy this time, and wakes up without the trace of a hangover. It’s not out of self-preservation, though; all night, he has his eyes peeled for Yuta. But if he’s out, he doesn’t see him. Still, he knows it’s only a matter of time before they run into each other.
“You’re smiling at the air again,” Jaehyun informs him the following Friday. “What’re you thinking about?”
“I’m not allowed to be happy for no reason?” Taeyong asks. “I just love work so much.”
“Don’t be a jackass,” Jaehyun snorts. “Seriously, what is it?”
“Nothing, I’m just in a good mood,” Taeyong says. “Don’t ruin it.”
“Okay, weirdo,” Jaehyun says. “Well, I’m heading out. Don’t wait too long before you leave, okay? There’s a rainstorm coming.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Taeyong says absently. “Have a good weekend.”
He leaves shortly after Jaehyun, detouring to a grocery store to pick up a few things. Jaehyun was right, though—the sky, which had been bright and blue just that morning, is an oppressive grey. The air feels thick with tension, and Taeyong tries to make his shopping trip quick.
It’s in vain, though. About halfway through his walk home, it starts raining in big, fat drops, almost soaking him through instantly. His hair is slicked to his forehead, the cute, curly hairstyle he’d taken such care to create this morning is immediately ruined. Luckily, all his groceries are protected, but it doesn’t make the walk any less miserable. Dumbass, he thinks to himself as he sidesteps a growing puddle, nearly losing his balance from the strength of the wind. You should listen to people more.
Beside him, a horn honks, and Taeyong nearly jumps out of his skin, almost dropping his groceries. The driver rolls the window down, and Taeyong is rather unsurprised to see that it’s Yuta.
“You’ve got to be following me,” Taeyong says, coming up to the car and bending over to talk. “Where’d you put the tracker? On my phone? In my hair?”
Yuta affords him a short laugh before jerking his head to the empty seat beside him. “I was just picking up some supplies. Get in, I’ll drive you home.”
Taeyong doesn’t need to be told twice. He opens the door and slides in, dropping his groceries at his feet, and reaches back to the seatbelt. “So you’re just always ‘in the neighborhood’ when I am, is that it?”
Yuta laughs. “No, I really was shopping. Look at the backseat.”
Taeyong cranes his neck around and sees bags of food and alcohol, along with a couple of household supplies. “Nice alibi,” he says, laughing as he turns back around. “Take a left at this light.”
A flash of lightning makes them both flinch. “See, it’s a good thing I happened by,” Yuta says. A crack of thunder punctuates his words, and as they round the corner, Taeyong sees a small tree on his street has been bowled over by the wind, taking the nearby power lines down with it.
“I live up there,” Taeyong says timidly, pointing past the tree to his dark apartment complex.
Yuta raises an eyebrow as he pulls up to the curb. “Do you guys have a generator?” he asks.
“I don’t think so,” Taeyong says, moving to get out.
“Hey, wait,” Yuta says. “Listen, they probably won’t get around to fixing your power until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest. Probably later. And you won’t be able to run the water—or, well, you shouldn’t, but you need a shower, or you’re gonna catch a cold. Plus, you won’t be able to cook anything, and you need a hot meal now more than ever. Why don’t you—why don’t you come to mine? At least for an hour or two, so you can shower and eat.”
Taeyong blinks, trying to shove some very, very inappropriate thoughts far into the back of his head. “Um,” he says. “That’s really kind of you, but I don’t want to impose.”
“No, please, I don’t mind,” Yuta insists. “It’ll spare me some worry, in any case. Go on, run in and put your things away. Grab a change of clothes, maybe your perishables. I don’t want you to have to replace them. I’ll wait here.”
“Okay.” As hesitant as Taeyong is, he knows a chance when he sees one, so he hurries into the building and up the stairs to his room. Sure enough, all the power is out. He changes quickly, so he can at least be somewhat dry and warm, and so he can stop soaking Yuta’s nice leather seats, and puts together a little bag. Luckily, his fridge is pretty barren, so he puts a couple of things in a little plastic bag, and hops back down the stairs, drawing his hood up to protect him from the rain as he runs from the shelter of the porch to Yuta’s car.
He throws his bag in the backseat, careful to avoid Yuta’s things as Yuta shifts the car into drive.
“Sorry for dripping on your nice car,” Taeyong says. “And I’m sorry every time I see you, I seem to have something to apologize for.”
Yuta laughs. “That’s alright,” he says. “I think that’s the universe’s way of telling us we were meant to meet.”
Taeyong giggles a little at the thought, and contents himself to watching Yuta drive out of the corner of his eye. He briefly considers texting one of his friends to let them know where he’s headed, but that would probably cause more trouble than it’s worth. Besides the questioning he knows it would prompt, if something were to happen between him and Yuta tonight, it would make hiding it all the harder.
A thought occurs to him that he realizes stupidly he probably should have considered before. Turning his head slightly, he asks, “Your wife won’t mind? Me?”
Yuta glances at him, a little smirk on his lips, almost like he knows exactly what game Taeyong is playing. But he doesn’t mention it, just replies, “I don’t have a wife. I live alone.”
“No girlfriend?” Taeyong presses.
Yuta definitely knows what he’s after; Taeyong can tell from the look on his face. “No,” he says simply.
“I see,” Taeyong says, satisfied. “Do you get lonely?”
“Sometimes,” Yuta admits, and Taeyong is surprised by his honesty. They climb up the side of the mountain, the scenery getting greener as they get further and further from the city. “But I have my friends, and I have my work. And when I just need to be around people for a while, I go down to the town and go shopping.”
“I was wondering why I was seeing you so often,” Taeyong says. “That’s kind of sweet.”
“I think it’s just human nature,” Yuta replies, turning onto a new street. It’s lined with pretty trees, and every single house looks gorgeous and stately. Taeyong can barely see for all the rain, but he squints, trying to take in his pretty surroundings.
Yuta pulls into his garage, and as soon as the garage door shuts, the roar of the storm fades, and Taeyong is left with his breath. “Do you want help with your groceries?” he asks Yuta as they open their doors.
“If you have a hand to spare, that would be nice,” Yuta says. Taeyong nods, and together they carry everything inside. “You can leave that there by the counter,” Yuta says, nodding at the bag of clinking sake bottles Taeyong is holding. “Let me show you the bathroom.” Taeyong adjusts his bag on his shoulder and follows Yuta down the hall and then up the stairs to the bathroom. Taeyong stares at the walls as they pass. There’s so much art. The general design of the house is simplistic, but still nice. It doesn’t feel bare, but it’s not cluttered either.
Yuta pulls a couple of towels out of the closet just outside the doors and hands them to him. “There should be shower gel and things in there already,” he says. “Just shout if you need something. I’ll cook.”
“Thanks,” Taeyong says softly, putting his bag down on the floor and closing the door behind him.
He stares at himself in the mirror, and bites back a bubble of delirious laugher. “Oh, Yong,” he says to his reflection fondly. “What have we gotten ourselves into?”
He showers quickly, more just to get the chill out than anything else (though he takes special care a certain somewhere, just in case). He checks himself over in the mirror as he dries off, and then pulls on cute pink underwear, some very distressed skinny jeans, and an oversized black and white sweater, soft from wear, with a too-low neckline. He fluffs his bright blue hair in the mirror until it falls nicely, and then picks up his things and steps out of the bathroom, making his way back down the stairs.
The kitchen smells delicious. He tells Yuta this after dropping his bag by the couch in the living room, leaning back on the counter next to the stove.
Yuta gives him an almost imperceptible once-over. “Thanks,” he says. “It’s my hidden talent. I’ve always been a good cook.”
Taeyong peeks at what he’s stirring. He’s making a rich kimchi stew, and his mouth waters a little. “Well, I’m a pretty good cook, too. Anything I can do to help?”
Yuta smiles and shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. Have a seat. I’ll be done in just a minute.”
“Okay,” Taeyong agrees easily, slipping into one of the dining table chairs.
“So what year in university are you?” Yuta asks nonchalantly.
“I’m a rising sophomore,” Taeyong says. “But I’m a little young for my year. I just turned 20. My birthday was yesterday.”
“Ah.” Yuta nods. “I see. Well, happy belated birthday. I’m sorry this shitty weather is your introduction to adulthood.”
Taeyong laughs. “Honestly, if it weren’t for my power going out, I wouldn’t mind it so much. I like the rain. It’s kind of soothing.”
Yuta grimaces, turning the fire out and taking bowls down from the cupboard. “Well, I don’t. I think it’s a nuisance.” He carries everything to the table, and seats himself across from Taeyong, dishing out the soup with an ornate, stainless steel ladle.
“Thank you,” Taeyong says. “This looks really good.” Yuta just smiles.
They eat in silence for a little, both too absorbed in not burning their tongues to focus on much else. Taeyong doesn’t mind the reprieve, taking the chance to look Yuta over. He’s taken off his suit jacket, and unbuttoned the top couple buttons of his stuff white button down. He can see a delicate silver chain resting against his sternum. It complements all his earrings, glinting when Yuta moves his head. His hair, which had been carefully slicked back once again, falls in wet strands in his face when he bends down, coaxed out of place by the steam from the soup.
Yuta looks out the window, humming at the sheets of dark water running down the glass. Taeyong hadn’t realized that the sun had set. “It hasn’t let up at all,” he observes. “Reminds me a little of this Japanese animation—I don’t know if you’ve seen it, Ponyo? It’s for children, but—”
“I love Studio Ghibli,” Taeyong says quickly, lighting up. “My favorite is Howl’s Moving Castle, but I like Ponyo, too.”
Yuta smiles. “Oh, some common ground, then. I’m a big Miyazaki fan.”
The way he pronounces Miyazaki clues Taeyong in. “I don’t mean to sound rude,” he says, “but are you Japanese?”
Yuta laughs. “I am, yes,” he says. “I’ve lived in Korea for many, many years now. People say I barely have an accent anymore. But yes, I am from Japan. Osaka, to be precise.”
“I thought so!” Taeyong says even though it only just occurred to him. “I always wondered, because Yuta isn’t a Korean name. But I didn’t know how to ask. Not that it matters. I was just curious.”
“I understand,” Yuta says with a warm smile. Another bolt of lightning illuminates the sky. “Anyway, I bring up Ponyo because I’m worried the storm may last all night. If it doesn’t get better in the next hour or so, I think it may be best for you to stay the night. I just don’t love the idea of driving through this mess in the dark.” He looks back at Taeyong. “I have a guest bedroom, which you’d be more than welcome to use.”
“Thank you,” Taeyong says. “I—that would be nice.”
“Very good, then.” Yuta stands, taking their empty bowls to the sink and covering the leftovers, sliding the pot into the fridge. “Do you have any work to do?”
“No,” Taeyong says. “Even if I did, it’s Friday, so I wouldn’t be doing it anyway.”
Yuta laughs. “At least you’re honest. Want to come watch some TV with me, then, while we wait out the storm?”
“Sure,” Taeyong agrees, and he follows Yuta into the living room.
Yuta drops down onto the couch, leaning back, stretching an arm along the back of the sofa, and crossing his legs, nodding for Taeyong to take the seat beside him. Taeyong’s been feeling bold, but he sits curled up against the opposite armrest. He doesn’t want to get too comfortable, too fast.
It’s hard, though. Yuta flips through the channel and settles on an old Hollywood movie. Taeyong watches his pretty fingers as he lays the remote back down on the coffee table and folds his hands in his lap. Taeyong mirrors him, clasping his hands so tight his knuckles turn white to discourage himself from doing anything rash. The peek of Yuta’s chest that Taeyong can see at the top of his shirt is making him a little dizzy with want, and moreover, his skin is pretty and unblemished. Taeyong would love nothing more than to change that. But for now, he’ll just look. Yuta’s talking about something and Taeyong nods along, pretending to listen. And then—
“Taeyong,” Yuta says, and his voice is low, with a hint of humor. Something about his tone sends goosebumps scattering across Taeyong’s arms. “My eyes are up here.”
Taeyong flushes, and for a second he considers walking home in the rain at eleven p.m. “Sorry,” he stammers out, ears burning. Get it together, dumbass, he thinks to himself.
“I don’t mind,” Yuta says, leaning back and appraising him. “But I think you do.”
“How can I not?” Taeyong asks, voice dimming to a whisper. “I mean, Yuta…” But he trails off. He doesn’t know what he’s trying to say.
“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Yuta says, maddeningly calm. He moves to turn away.
“I think we should,” Taeyong says. “If I’m staying the night.”
“Then what’s the matter?” Yuta tilts his head.
Taeyong wants to laugh. He feels crazy. “You’re like twice my age.”
Yuta does laugh. “You think I don’t realize that?” he says. “I thought if I ignored it, it would just go away. But I just kept seeing you. I couldn’t get you out of my head.”
“I don’t know where—where to go from here,” Taeyong says uncertainly. God, he just wants to touch him, but he knows once he starts, he won’t be able to stop. He’s getting the impression Yuta feels the same way, and in spite of everything, it sends arousal sparking across his skin.
Yuta shrugs. “Listen, I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do,” he says. “You’re welcome to stay either way. The guest bedroom door even has a little deadbolt, if that makes you feel more comfortable. But if both of us agree, what’s the harm?” Taeyong’s head is swimming. “Tell me, honey. Whatever you want.”
Taeyong swallows, and decides to do something equal parts brave and stupid. “I want you,” he says, voice rough, and Yuta’s smile widens.
“Then what are you doing all the way over there?” Yuta asks, opening his arms.
Taeyong wastes no time scrambling into Yuta’s lap. Yuta cups his cheeks and brings him in for a sweet kiss, and Taeyong moans a little into his mouth. He’s such a good kisser, and Taeyong lets himself get lost in it, draping his arms over Yuta’s shoulders. He rolls his hips before he can think to stop himself, but Yuta just laughs darkly, nipping at his bottom lip before pulling away. Taeyong whines, gasping when Yuta drops his hands to Taeyong’s hips, flipping up the hem of his sweater and holding him in place by his waist.
“Fuck, baby, you have such a pretty little body,” Yuta murmurs, and Taeyong preens, smiling to himself. “You know that though, don’t you? That why you wore these tight jeans, this sweater? If the neckline was any lower I could see your belly.”
“I wanted you to look at me,” Taeyong says softly. “I wanted to look nice for you.”
“Sweet of you,” Yuta coos. “What do you like, baby? I said whatever you want. Just say the word.”
“Want you to fuck me,” Taeyong says immediately, and Yuta laughs again.
“Well, I thought that was given,” he says. “We’ll get there, be patient for me. What do you like?” Taeyong doesn’t know how to answer that question, so he just tries to grind down in Yuta’s lap, hoping it’ll get him what he wants. But Yuta’s grip on his waist just tightens, holding him in place. “You don’t wanna use your words like a good boy? Need me to work it out of you? I didn’t think you were so shy.”
“No,” Taeyong protests immediately. He’ll be good. “I just,” he says, breathlessly. Yuta’s left hand is inching higher and higher under his sweater, mapping his body out. The pad of his thumb runs over Taeyong’s nipple, and his breath hitches in his throat. “I just don’t know where to start,” he finally manages to explain. “Help me.”
“Oh, you just wanted my help?” Yuta smiles indulgently. “Sure, baby. Do you like it when I hold you like this?” He squeezes the hand on Taeyong’s hip, and Taeyong gasps in surprise, nodding. “Use your words.”
“Yes,” Taeyong says. “Yes, I like it.”
“Okay.” Yuta’s tone is playful. “Would you like it if I pulled your pretty hair?”
“Mm-hmm, yes,” Taeyong agrees, nodding fervently. Yuta’s still playing with his nipples, and it’s sending shocks of pleasure through his body. He feels his cock straining a little in his pants. “You don’t have t’ treat me nice. I can take it.”
“So you’d like it if, when you’re bad, I spanked you?” Yuta asks. “Choked you? Kept fucking you if I wanted, even if you were already spent and crying?”
“Yes, yes,” Taeyong chants. “Please, I want it.”
“You wanna be my little fuckdoll, is that it?” Yuta asks. Shame burns on Taeyong’s cheeks, but he loves it, nodding. “Who knew you could be so dirty, with a face that angelic?”
“Did you ever wonder if I was?” Taeyong asks, and Yuta draws a sharp breath in beneath him. “Did you ever think about how I’d be in bed?”
“And if I did? Would you like that, too?” Yuta asks, and Taeyong whines in affirmation. “Would you like it if I said I imagined you just this way when I was jacking off—my beautiful little boy, moaning so nice for me in my lap?”
Taeyong shudders at little boy. “Yes,” he whispers.
“Because I did,” Yuta says, leaning back so he can pull Taeyong’s sweater up over his head. Taeyong shivers a little, but it’s more from the knowledge that Yuta can see him than from the chill. “Did you think of me, too, baby?”
“Yes,” Taeyong admits. “I did.” Yuta’s hands have moved to the buttons of his own shirt, and Taeyong tries not to drool as the fabric falls back, off his shoulders, revealing a sturdy chest and toned stomach, and, to his surprise, a belly button piercing. Yuta notices him looking.
“Do you like it?”
“Yeah,” Taeyong giggles. “It’s pretty. I didn’t think you’d have one.”
“Well, I’m full of surprises, it would seem,” Yuta says.
“Can I?” Taeyong hovers his hands just over Yuta’s chest, and Yuta nods. Instead of using his hands, though, Taeyong curls over, pressing his lips to Yuta’s collarbone. He makes a little row of kisses there, and then goes lower, mouthing hotly over the skin.
“You can leave marks if you want,” Yuta says, one hand coming up to thread through Taeyong’s still-damp hair. “I don’t mind if you bite.”
“Good,” Taeyong says. “I don’t, either.”
“What did you think of, baby, when you thought of me?” Yuta picks his little interrogation right back up as Taeyong goes to work sucking marks into his skin.
“Thought maybe you could, you know, teach me how to suck your cock right, and then you could fuck me till you’re satisfied, even if it makes me pass out,” Taeyong rambles. Yuta groans, tightening the fist that’s in Taeyong’s hair, making him whine. “And in the morning you could do it again. I wouldn’t mind, even if I was sleeping. I mean it.”
“Yeah? Want me to use your pretty little hole?” Yuta brings his other hand around to Taeyong’s ass and squeezes. “Anytime I want? What if I’m working, would you sit on my cock and keep it warm for me?”
“Yes, yes, I want it,” Taeyong says. He shifts forward in Yuta’s lap, smiling to himself when he feels Yuta’s cock pressing hard against the cleft of his ass. “Please, daddy, please lemme suck your cock.”
Yuta shakes his head in disbelief, groaning. “You ask me nicely like that, I’ll give you anything you want. Who taught you to talk like that, huh, baby?”
“Nobody,” Taeyong protests. Yuta lifts him up a little so he can find his footing, and he steps backwards and then sits on his knees at Yuta’s feet. “I’ve always been like this. Learned it all on my own.”
“If you learned it on your own, why do you need teaching?” But Yuta sounds amused; there’s no accusation in his voice. He scoots forward a little, widening his stance so that he’s kind of caging Taeyong in.
“Don’t wanna do it on my own anymore,” Taeyong pouts.
“Want daddy to take care of you?” Yuta pushes some of Taeyong’s hair out of his face. Taeyong nods, loving that Yuta picked the nickname right up, and pouts harder, making his eyes big and pleading. Yuta unbuckles his belt, lifting his hips so he can pull his pants and underwear down and off.
Yuta’s not the biggest Taeyong’s ever seen, but his cock is pretty, and thick, which is all that really matters. Taeyong crawls forward, until his knees are touching the bottom of the couch. Yuta coaxes him up, motioning for him to brace his hands on Yuta’s thighs. Taeyong gets settled, dropping his jaw and sticking his tongue out. Yuta hums in the back of his throat, pleased, and pushes two fingers into Taeyong’s mouth.
Taeyong lets his jaw go completely slack, letting Yuta test the waters a little. He likes to surprise people with his lack of a gag reflex, and when Yuta presses down on the back of his tongue, Taeyong doesn’t even blink, just breathes, in-out, in-out, and gives Yuta a sweet, innocent look.
“Jesus, baby,” Yuta says, withdrawing his hand from Taeyong’s mouth and wiping the spit off on his discarded shirt. “You’ll just let me do anything, won’t you?”
“I want anything you’ll give me,” Taeyong answers honestly.
“You’re so good,” Yuta murmurs. He grips his cock with one hand. “Open, baby.” Taeyong complies, and he slaps his cock against Taeyong’s flat tongue a couple of times. “Want it?”
“Please, daddy,” Taeyong whines, and Yuta nods. Taeyong pushes himself up a little more to get a better angle, and then sinks down on him, just the head at first, suckling sweetly, and then taking him deeper, hollowing his cheeks as he bottoms out. The head of Yuta’s cock is crowding out his throat, but he just keeps breathing, holding there to show off.
Yuta runs a finger over Taeyong’s Adam’s apple. “Shit, you feel so good,” he says. The praise makes Taeyong dizzy, and he sucks a little harder, moaning prettily around Yuta’s cock because he knows it’ll feel good. He bobs his head, setting a little rhythm, and Yuta’s hand falls from his throat as he sighs. “Just like that, baby.”
Taeyong moves faster, not caring if he can barely breathe, not minding if he gets messy. He wants to prove how good he can be, gagging softly at each thrust but not caring, even when his head fills with static.
“Okay, fuck, Taeyong, you’re gonna make yourself sick or pass out,” Yuta says breathlessly, taking a hold of his hair and pulling him off his cock. Taeyong wheezes a little, gasping for breath, looking up at Yuta with shining eyes. Yuta raises an eyebrow. “You’d probably like that, though, wouldn’t you?” he asks, and Taeyong just blinks, giving him a serene smile. Yuta catches a stray tear with the pad of his thumb. “Nasty,” he says, fond.
“Want you to fuck me, daddy,” Taeyong replies, petulant. He rests his cheek on Yuta’s knee. “Wanted it since I first saw you.”
“If I’m gonna fuck you, maybe we should move to my bedroom, hm?” Yuta stands, pulling Taeyong to his feet. Taeyong feels a little torn, honestly; on the one hand, he kind of likes the idea of being fucked into Yuta’s couch, like he’s just some slut, like he doesn’t matter. On the other hand, the bed would be more comfortable, and it’s kind of nice that Yuta cares. It seems like Yuta can kind of tell where his mind is at, because he smiles and pulls Taeyong close. “We’re gonna be tired when we’re done,” he explains, and Taeyong really likes that idea. “And as long as you don’t mind, this doesn’t have to be a one-time thing.”
“I thought we already established that,” Taeyong says, wrapping his arms around Yuta’s shoulders and leaning in for a kiss. Yuta grabs the backs of his thighs, lifting him up. Taeyong squeals a little, giggling and clinging tight. Yuta looks strong, and Taeyong’s so glad that it isn’t just for show. He carries him all the way up the stairs to his room, only letting go when Taeyong’s back has hit the soft mattress.
“Get these off while I grab a couple things, okay?” Yuta says, tugging a little at Taeyong’s jeans. He moves to his dresser, opening a small drawer and rummaging around. Taeyong undoes the button, wiggling his hips to slide them off. Yuta turns his head back to Taeyong, watching him undress. “Baby, are you clean? I know I am.”
Taeyong nods. “Mm-hmm, got tested right before I left home,” he says. “Haven’t had anyone since.”
“Perfect.” Yuta closes the drawer with his hip. “No condom, then, if that’s alright.”
Taeyong nods, reaching out for Yuta as he comes near. Yuta laughs, setting the bottle of lube next to him on the bed, and bending over him, slipping a hand behind his neck, and giving him a kiss. Taeyong brings one of his hands up to Yuta’s cheek; anything for more contact. He sighs when Yuta pulls back, straightening and reaching for the discarded lube.
Yuta spreads Taeyong’s legs, forcing him to bend his knees so he can fold his thighs on either side of his stomach. “You’re so flexible,” Yuta notes as he presses the tip of a lube-slick finger against Taeyong’s hole.
“I dance,” Taeyong explains breathily, and Yuta makes an I see noise in his throat, nodding.
Taeyong doesn’t know where he wants to be looking the most. The sight of Yuta’s cock, still wet from Taeyong’s spit, hard and red and drooling precome, makes Taeyong’s mouth water. But then he’s distracted by Yuta’s biceps and his gorgeous hands, and then by his hair, still partially slicked back, so handsome. The silver chain Yuta is wearing dangles low when he bends over him, pushing his index finger into Taeyong. It burns a little, but the feeling quickly subsides and is replaced by warm pleasure. Taeyong lets out a breathy moan, and Yuta looks up at him.
“Feel good, honey?” he asks, and Taeyong feels like he’s going to melt into the mattress.
“Yeah,” he says, nodding. “Feels g-good.” He arches his back a little, trying to take Yuta deeper, but Yuta just moves with him, laughing a little when he whines.
“Don’t wanna hurt you, baby,” he says, using his other hand to hold Taeyong’s hips down so he can pump in and out uninterrupted. He bends down so he can press kisses to Taeyong’s inner thighs and Taeyong trembles under his lips.
“You won’t hurt me,” Taeyong argues. “And I wouldn’t mind if you did. Please, daddy, I want more.”
“Fuck, Taeyong,” Yuta says, giving exactly what he wants, slipping a second finger in alongside the first. “That is gonna be the death of me.”
Taeyong just hums happily, clenching down around his fingers to get him to move. The glide is easy, and wet; each thrust makes a squelching noise, and even though it’s gross, Taeyong loves it. Yuta pushes in, curling his fingers, and Taeyong’s eyes roll back in his head.
“Da-ddy,” he moans, long and drawn out, as Yuta does it again, his sharp, wide smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, ah, right there, there.”
He gasps in breaths, but all he can do is whine and cry while Yuta takes his time opening him up. He can feel each stroke in his whole body, and he whimpers high and loud when Yuta pushes his fingers over his prostate. It knocks the wind out of him each time, and he knows it won’t be long before he starts crying.
“You sound so good,” Yuta says, adding another finger. Taeyong’s cock drools out more precome, where it’s quickly collecting into a little puddle on his tummy. It doesn’t slip Yuta’s notice. “So messy already. You sure you can take my cock?”
“I’m sure,” Taeyong insists. “If you would hurry up, I could show you.”
“Don’t be a brat.” Yuta crams his pinky in, shoving his fingers deep and then flexing them outward to make it stretch and sear. Taeyong cries out, more from shock than anything else. The pain goes straight to his head with the pleasure, and his hips twitch against his will. His head already feels fuzzy and slow, and he’s not even aware of the noises he’s making anymore—not that he could do anything about them, anyway. Yuta walks the careful line between too hard and too soft, between too much and not enough, so Taeyong thinks he’s allowed to lose his mind a little. He’d always had a thing for older guys (though never this old, never this experienced) and now he knows exactly why.
Faintly, he realizes Yuta’s asked him something. “S-sorry, what?”
Yuta laughs a little. “Already a little dumb?” Taeyong can’t deny it. “I asked if you were ready.”
“Yes,” Taeyong says before Yuta’s even done asking the question. “Yes, I need it.”
“Oh, need it?” Yuta’s just saying it though; he withdraws his fingers and Taeyong watches him spread lube over his cock. “That’s a bit dramatic.”
“It’s not,” Taeyong insists. “I mean it.”
“I think you’re just greedy,” Yuta says, but he lines his cock up all the same, pressing slow into Taeyong’s hole. It aches, but he doesn’t care, just smiles when Yuta presses his knees back further so he can fuck him deeper. “Happy now?”
“Mm, yes,” Taeyong breathes. “‘M so full, fuck.”
Yuta just huffs above him. His hair is finally really falling from where he clearly so carefully gelled it into place that morning. He looks absolutely gorgeous, and it’s so unfair. For a second, Taeyong feels like a stupid little kid in comparison, but then Yuta thrusts back in and hits his prostate dead-on, and Taeyong wails, all thoughts flying out the window. Yuta grabs his hips and shifts them up a little so he can get a better angle, so he can really drill into him. Taeyong’s blood feels like honey in his veins, warm and slow and sweet.
“Take me so well,” Yuta praises, rolling his hips, grinding into him hard and dirty. The pool of slick on Taeyong’s stomach is obscene; he hiccups in breaths, barely managing to keep his head above the waves of heat coursing through his body. He’s shaking with it, so close already, fleeting thoughts barely registering as they flash through his head—he hopes to god they’ll do this again, and for longer, because all he wants is for Yuta to make him come on his cock again and again, until he can’t speak, until all he can do is cry and beg, daddy, daddy, please. He wants to feel it everywhere; he wants to feel it for days after, doesn’t mind if his fellow interns catch him limping. Right now, he wouldn’t even mind the shame of one of them finding out. Because, after all, he’s the one that pulled the middle-aged man who’s built like he’s sculpted from marble. He’s Taeyong’s perfect fit—Taeyong almost giggles at the idea. Yuta is the museum exhibit, and Taeyong is like the gift-shop miniature, fragile porcelain, more common, but still pretty. They’re a matched set.
“Oh,” he mewls, caught off guard, when Yuta wraps a hand around his cock. “Fuck, daddy, ugh, it’s so—so—“ He can’t finish the thought, too caught up in how everything feels to speak. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth and he blinks slowly, realizes there’s tears welled in his eyes. They roll down to his temples, but he can’t be bothered to swipe them away, even when it gets a little uncomfortable.
“So what, babydoll?” Yuta asks, mostly just to tease.
Taeyong doesn’t bother answering, just grabs a fistful of the sheets, letting little ahs of want escape his lips in time with Yuta’s thrusts. Yuta doesn’t let him catch his breath, just keeps going, petting the back of one of his thighs with the hand that isn’t jacking him off to comfort him, even while he’s railing him within an inch of his life—Taeyong wonders faintly if it’s possible to die from fucking, but if it is, he’s not sure he minds.
“Daddy,” he whimpers. “I’m close, pl-please, faster.”
Yuta obliges, speeding up both his fist and his hips, and Taeyong knows he asked for it, but he screams, letting it trail into a sob. It’s so much, and it’s so good, and he really wishes he could warn Yuta, but he’s too far gone to form words now.
Luckily, Yuta has him. He leans forward a little, and though he’s smiling indulgently, Taeyong can see the undercurrent of desire rippling beneath the surface. He dips even closer, mouthing over Taeyong’s neck. His breath and tongue are hot on Taeyong’s skin, and his voice is silk when he asks, “You gonna come for daddy, little boy?”
And, god, it’s so fucked up of him, but Taeyong hears the words little boy, and he’s done. He recognizes faintly that he’s crying himself hoarse, but it’s not as important as the way he’s spilling over Yuta’s fingers, hips jerking weakly, pleasure washing over him with heat so intense he thinks he may very well pass out. It subsides, though, and gives way to a semi-numbness. He can’t feel his toes, and as he comes back down, he finds himself giggling.
He reaches up and tucks a lock of Yuta’s hair behind his ear, keeping his hand there on the side of his face. “Mm, daddy,” he breathes. “You look so handsome.”
The look in Yuta’s eyes is dangerous, and he just growls in response. Taeyong knows he’s going to be playing that sound back in his mind, over and over, for the next forever. Now that he’s come, he realizes how sore he is, but he doesn’t want Yuta to stop, so he tries to stifle his little hurt noises. If Yuta notices, he doesn’t say anything about it, just keeps fucking into him, chasing his own release.
“Gonna make me come, baby,” he grits out, low and thick.
“Want your come, daddy, please,” Taeyong begs. “Wanna feel you.”
“Fuck, baby.” Yuta’s grip on Taeyong’s waist is bruising; his nails dig into Taeyong’s skin, sure to leave little crescent-shaped red marks. He moans breathily, and then he stills as he comes, head of his cock pressed snug to Taeyong’s swollen prostate, filling Taeyong with sticky, wet heat. And Taeyong, nasty just the way Yuta had accused, fucking loves it.
The air is filled only with the sound of their breathing for a minute. Taeyong runs his hands through Yuta’s sweaty hair, making little content noises. He kind of wishes Yuta didn’t have to pull out (again, nasty), but they have to shower, and then sleep. And besides, he thinks to himself, there’s always tomorrow.
Yuta raises his head, reaching up to wipe away some of Taeyong’s drying tears. “Hey, baby,” he whispers, and Taeyong giggles.
“Hey, daddy,” he says back, and Yuta rolls his eyes, pushing himself up and off, pulling out gingerly as he goes. Taeyong gives him a discontented look, but struggles into a sitting position so Yuta can pull him to his feet.
“You’re ridiculous,” Yuta says when they’re nose to nose. Taeyong giggles again, biting his lip a little when he feels some of Yuta’s come drip down his thigh. “We need a shower, don’t we?”
“Yeah,” Taeyong says softly.
“Come on, then.” Yuta takes his hand, leading him into the master bathroom and starting the water. He gives Taeyong a series of quick, chaste kisses as they wait for the water to heat up.
Yuta helps him clean up, since Taeyong’s limbs don’t seem to be wanting to cooperate. He leans his head against Yuta’s shoulder, cradled against his body as he rinses him off, Yuta’s lips pressed to his ear. Yuta even dries him off after wrapping a towel around his own hips, his touches gentle. Taeyong watches him drowsily. He isn’t any less beautiful now, even after Taeyong’s gotten the good fucking he was looking for.
“What is it, honey?” Yuta asks as he fluffs Taeyong’s hair with the towel.
“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” Taeyong asks.
Yuta coos, and kisses his forehead. “Yes,” he says. “I’d like that.”
Warmed, Taeyong lets his eyes flutter shut, lets Yuta finish drying him off, lets him guide him back to the bedroom and slip a soft t-shirt over his head, and then wrap him up under the duvet.
He curls into Yuta’s chest, breathing in his scent. He’s barely known him two weeks, but already it’s comforting and familiar, just like the way Yuta is running his fingertips up and down over his spine. A pang of anxiety hits him, though, and he looks up at Yuta to find him looking back, expression unreadable.
“Yuta?” he says softly. “What happens now?”
Yuta shrugs with one shoulder. “We go to sleep,” he replies. “Tomorrow, who knows? Anything we want. We’ll talk about it, okay? But it won’t do any good to try and sort it all out now. Is that okay?”
Taeyong closes his eyes again, tucking his chin back down, one hand splayed against Yuta’s sternum. “Yeah,” he murmurs sleepily. “Yeah, that’s okay.”
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Their teeth clashed as Ten pulled Taeyong back into him, refusing to let the older get away. He spread his legs a bit more, biting into the plush lower lip between his teeth, clawing at the button up his lover was wearing. He swallowed a whine from Taeyong, chuckling breathlessly against the other’s mouth. “You’re so eager today, hyung.“ He teased before pushing the him onto his back, down onto the matress beneath them.
Taeyong’s pretty dark eyes followed Ten’s movements as he crawled on top of him, elegant like cat that wanted to play with it’s prey before killing it. The older took a shaky breath, tongue darting out to lick his abused lips as he watched the younger settle with his knees on each side of his waist, his slim fingers lazily trailing up his exposed thighs, then his sides and chest to undo the buttons of his own dress shirt. His skin was glowing in a soft bronze tone in the fucked up light of the hotel room, and with his half lidded eyes and that damn smirk on his face he looked god-like to Taeyong, and he knew Ten knew that he had him wrapped around his finger. Every single button that opened was a blessing and a curse. Taeyong wanted to touch him so badly but his hands were twitching beside his body uselessly, waiting for permission to just do anything, a permission he wouldn’t get for a while.
Ten was enjoying it way too much when he could reduce his leader to this needy little mess. Having him look up at him with those doe eyes of his like he was some kind of angel made him feel better than anything else ever could. Slowly, teasingly, he pushed the black fabric of his shirt over his shoulder so it would pool around his elbows, before his hands reached back to grab the lube he had thrown onto the matress earlier. Smirking he threw it at Taeyong who clumsily tried to catch it. “Come on hyung. Pour some on for me.“ Holding one of his pretty hands out he waited for the older to cover it in lube. Taeyong was shaking while doing so, spilling some of the liquid onto his shirt. “Sorry“ he mumbled quietly, afraid he’d get a scolding, but Ten only chuckled. “You’re managing to make mess out of yourself even without my help.“
Pleased with the deep red on his leader’s cheeks Ten pulled his hand back moved it between his thighs, back, back until his fingers moved over his hole. He sighed as he slipped the first one in, moving his hips ever so slightly to feel it drag on the ring of muscles he was trying to stretch. Soon he pushed in a second finger, gasping lightly. His eyeswere fixed on Taeyong as he kept grinding into is own hand. “That’s gonna be your cock, hyung.“ The older whimpered again, gripping onto the sheets so he woudn’t accidentally touch his lover.
The third finger Ten slipped in was more of necessity than anything else. His hips moved as he rode his fingers, all the while staring into Taeyong‘s eyes. The lube from his hand dripped down onto his hyung‘s pants and his cock twitched under the wet fabric. Ten chuckled airily at the sight. “It‘s okay hyung. You can fuck me now.“ Slowly he removed his fingers from inside him and undid Taeyong‘s pants. Lightly he trailed a hand up his lover‘s hard cock, enjoying his desperation. Ten pulled Taeyong‘s pants down to his knees so he could be more comfortable and his hyung couldn‘t move and lined the older‘s cock up with his hole. Slowly he sunk down, hissing in pleasure at the sensation. “You‘re so good hyung. You look so pretty with your cock inside me. God I wish the fans could see you like this, could see how desperate you are. You‘re just a little slut, aren‘t you hyung? My pretty little slut.“
Ten‘s hips moved fluidly, almost as if he was dancing and Taeyong threw his head back, his eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. “Look at me hyung!“ the moment the younger had finished the command his eyes snapped open to stare at his glistening skin and his half lidded eyes. “Say it.“ he negged, his voice coming out as a whimper. “Say what hyung?“ “Say I‘m yours. Please Ten say I‘m yours!“
The younger cooed at him and lovingly stroked his thumb across Taeyong‘s cheek. “You‘re mine, Taeyongie, my pretty little slut. Mine and nobody else‘s. All mine.“ he trailed his fingers down the older‘s neck and chest and down to his wrist which he took. He moved Taeyong‘s hand to his hips, the other quickly putting his other hand there as well. His grip was tight, as if he was afraid that Ten could tell him to let go again.
“You‘re gonna come hyung? Fill me up? Not until I tell you.“ Taeyong whimpered again. He would never dare to come before he was allowed. Ten movd his hips faster, wrapping a hand around his cock to jerk it in time with his movements. Taeyong watched him in fascination as he threw back his head and moaned again and again. His cock twitched inside the younger and Ten laughed, the sound cut off by a gasp. “Not yet Tae, baby, not yet not-“ He groaned, grinding his hips down to get a constant stimulation on his sweet spot, the hand on his cock moving as fast as he could. Taeyong closed his eyes again, just focusing on not coming yet. Ten was tight around him, his movements fast and short. “Now Tae!“ the younger commanded and Taeyong whined, coming inside his dongsaeng while the younger came all over his chest, still riding him.
Taeyong was trying to peel open his eyes again when he was blinded by a sudden flash of light. He groaned and tried to open his eyes again. Ten had his phone in his hands, where he had gotten that from now he had no idea. “Ten what...?“ he trailed off, not quite capable of coherency yet. “Sorry hyung. You just looked so pretty covered with my come.“ The younger shrugged, seeming everything but apologetic. “Who knows, maybe I‘ll post is some day.“ Taeyon whimpered as his slowly softening cock twitched inside Ten again. “You‘d like that, wouldn‘t you? I bet you dream of everybody knowing you‘re a desperate little slut, always eager to-“ The sentence cut off when Taeyong shoved the younger off him and onto the bed. He got up and grumbled something about taking a shower before practically ripping off his clothes and sprinting to the bathroom. All the while he could hear Ten laughing from behind him.
#nct#nct ten#nct taeyong#nct smut#nct ten smut#nct taeyong smut#nct taeten#Nct taeten smut#ten smut#taeyong smut
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Can I ask for less than 10k words yoonseok or vmin fics where they're girls..? Could be smut or just something cute a fluffy, or hurt comfort, stuff like that... Thanks!
You can indeed! ^_^
pink-handed by 1stLuv
Rating: E
Pairings: Hoseok/Yoongi
Status: Complete
Word count: 6,425
Summary: After finding a lacy pink bra in her best friend's bed, Hosook misunderstands and makes Yoonji cry. Then, she finds a better way to make her cry.
Sweet Like Honey by infinitesoleil
Rating: E
Pairings: Hoseok/Yoongi
Status: Complete
Word count: 1,647
Summary: Yoonji loves Hosook, has loved her forever, and would do anything for Hosook. Yoonji’s always been nothing but putty in Hosook’s hands, and she loves to make Hosook feel like putty, too.
Hard Candy by Slothbee
Rating: M
Pairings: Hoseok/Yoongi
Status: Complete
Word count: 2,447
Summary: Hosook surprises Yoonji during their break, and maybe they might be in love.
(got me feeling) starstruck by peachfizz
Rating: E
Pairings: Taehyung/Jimin
Status: Complete
Word count: 8,327
Summary: Some people would say Taeyeon is an airhead because she is giggly and fun, but Jimin knows she is a lot more than that.
“You’re staring at her again.”
“No, I’m not,” Jimin shakes her head. She totally was.
technical difficulties by ffairyy
Rating: E
Pairings: Hoseok/Yoongi
Status: Complete
Word count: 4,259
Summary: “Then how do you get off, babe?” Hosook asks in typical Hosook fashion, no shame whatsoever, too direct and merciless.
“I...uh…,” Yoonji stammers. “To be honest, I don’t really… get off.”
Or the one where Yoonji has libido issues and Hosook helps her out
Wanting to kiss your bestfriend is normal right? by CottonCandyCosmos
Rating: E
Pairings: Taehyung/Jimin
Status: Complete
Word count: 7,269
Summary: Jimin admired Taeyon’s comfort in her sexuality, she was loud and proud about liking women and only women. In clubs Jimin watched enraptured as she sweet-talked girls like it was her job, eventually sending Jimin a text that she’d be out and returning the next morning. In last night's clothes. And maybe a new hickey on her neck.
But she had a dilemma. Jimin thought she was comfortable with liking men. She’d had some okay experiences with them. Recently, however, she couldn’t deny the feelings sprouting for her best friend. Taeyeon's proximity rushing blood to Jimin’s face and sending her heart into a fluttering mess behind her ribs. Heat furling in her stomach when Taeyon’s long fingers ran along the skin of her leg or squeezed the back of her neck just right.
#ask#yoonseok#vmin#yoongi#hoseok#taehyung#jimin#Rule 63#girl yoongi#girl hoseok#girl taehyung#girl jimin#college au#smut#established relationship#Genderbent#Rating: E#Rating: M
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SEJA BEM-VINDO A SOKCHO!
Nome do personagem: Min Jinyong.
Faceclaim: Baekho - NU'EST.
Nascimento: 30/11/1994.
Local de nascimento: Sokcho, Coreia do Sul.
Etnia: Coreano.
Gênero: Masculino.
Clã: Min.
Casa: Min.
Bairro: Dongmyeon-dong.
Ocupação: Diplomata.
Alinhamento Moral: Chaotic Evil
Qualidades: Intenso, sincero.
Defeitos: Arrogante, orgulhoso.
OOC: +18.
Temas de interesse: Angst, crack, friendship, hostility, smut, violence.
TW DO PLAYER: Palhaços e clautrofobia.
TW DO BACKGROUND: Morte da mãe.
Min Baekyian desde jovem havia sido preparado desde pequeno pelo pai, um governador poderoso, para seguir seus passos na carreira política. Estudou nas melhores escolas que o dinheiro poderia lhe fornecer, teve acesso aos melhores tutores e também frequentou a melhor universidade do país, isso tudo sem o pai precisar cobrar nenhum favor dos líderes de tais instituições. A princípio, nunca esteve por dentro de todas as rixas que envolviam os clãs, pois, ao seu ver, todos, com excessão do próprio eram insignificantes. Ao completar 24 anos, o rapaz a recém havia se formado no curso de direito, e já concorria na mesma chapa eleitoral de seu pai ao cargo de senador, obtendo a partir daí sua primeira vitória.
Já inserido no mundo político, Baekyian logo se destacou pela sua fácil adaptação e habilidades estratégicas, garantindo assim sua aprovação entre a população e reeleição nos anos seguintes. Com o passar do tempo, Baek percebeu que, apesar das aparências, a vida política não era tão limpa como aparentava ser. Percebeu que, o poder de um político pouco valia se este não tivesse dinheiro e pessoas para fazer o trabalho sujo. Durante 20 anos ele construiu uma multidão de contatos: hackers, mercenários, assassinos, espiões, contrabandistas, traficantes de armas e drogas e ladrões, que garantiu o acesso do Min as mais diversas áreas, tais como comunicações, transporte, tecnologia, contratos de segurança/militares e farmacêuticos. Manipulava todas as situações de acordo com sua preferência, eventualmente chegando a dar início a guerras civis para derrubar governos que considerava um incômodo e influenciando política de acordo com seus interesses. Tais ações renderam a ele o título de “Concierge do Crime.”
No decorrer desse tempo, o homem conheceu Taeyon, uma jovem vinda de uma família dona de uma indústria de bebidas. Taeyon era encantadora, engraçada e fazia o Min sentir como se o mundo fosse um lugar menos hostil toda a vez que dizia que o amava. Acabaram por se casar cerca de um ano depois. Um casamento incrível. Ela apoiando o marido e o ajudando a conquistar suas vontades enquanto o mesmo investia nela, para que a mesma podesse dar continuidade a empresa de sua família. Aos 46 anos, Baekhyan teve seu primeiro e único filho, Jinyong, porém, Taeyon acabou falecendo durante o parto devido a algumas complicações. Baekyian ficou devastado. Tempos depois, acabou por descobrir que o médico que havia realizado a cirurgia era de um dos clãs rivais. Tal informação o levou a pensar que o erro que a havia matado, fora proposital, o que o deixou completamente enfurecido. Dias depois o médico foi encontrado morto, e, até hoje, ninguém sabe quem o matou. Desde então, o homem não mede esforços para atacar qualquer um dos rivais, especialmente se puder usar a justificativa de que está defendendo seu clã.
Tal qual seu pai, Jinyong teve acesso ao melhor. Era uma criança esforçada, e, graças a uma lógica muito bem desenvolvida, conseguiu se colocar em todos os seus anos escolares como um dos melhores da classe. Apesar da falta de uma figura materna em sua vida, o pai do jovem sempre contava a ele histórias sobre a mãe, evidenciando o quão cheia de vida a mesma era, o quanto ela havia amado o filho, mesmo sem conhecê-lo, e o quanto ele a havia amado e ainda amava. Quando completou 16 anos, no dia de seu aniversário, seu pai contou a ele o que havia acontecido quando Jinyong nasceu, inclusive, como havia matado o homem que tão cruelmente havia deixado sua mãe morrer. A partir daquele dia, o menor passou a ser inserido em tudo o que cercava a família Min, principalmente o desgosto nutrido pelos demais clãs. Visando dar continuidade aos passos do pai, tornou-se um diplomata um pouco após finalizar o curso de relações internacionais, e, ao mesmo tempo em que vem sendo ensinado por seu pai a como conduzir toda a rede de contatos, aproveita para fazer seus próprios, conduzindo negócios paralelos aos do pai.
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Title: Web of Lies
Pairing: Leader!Jungkook X Journalist!Reader / Bartender!Junmyeon X Journalist!Reader
Genre: smut, angst, fluff, violence, gore, mafia!au
Summary: Jungkook was your boyfriend, after coming home with a gunshot wound you demanded the truth of who he was. Not expecting to find out he was part of the mafia.But remember, everyone has secrets.
Warnings: Unprotected sex, violence, fighting, oral, few deaths; probably some other stuff I forget to mention
A/N: Hope you guys like it very much. This has taken me a while to do. It’s not a series but it’s a long ass one shot so strap yourself down. Also THANK YOU ALL FOR 1,000 FOLLOWERS I KNOW WE AREN’T CRAZY ACTIVE BUT WE TRY TO BE. WE LOVE YOU ALL AND HOPE THIS MAKES UP FOR ANY REQUESTS THAT ARE TAKING A WHILE.
“Cover me.” Jungkook said as he forward rolled across the hardwood floor. Gun ready to shoot anything, he glanced around, standing up suddenly and aiming at the target.
They went down quickly, he sighed of relief.
“Boss watch your back!” He spun around and shot the next one. He turned to his partner and high fived them. The sound of a door opening alerted him and he aimed his gun at the hallway.
“What are you two doing? And why are there nerf bullets and pillows everywhere?” You asked, glancing at your boyfriend and the child you two were babysitting.
“Looks like our cover has been blown boss. How do we proceed?” Taeyon asked as he looked up at Jungkook with his small nerf gun reloaded.
“Kidnap.” He said, they both placed their guns down and ran towards you, you were ready to bolt but they had already grabbed you. Jungkook throwing you over his shoulder as you squealed.
“Nice work Monster, we got her. Time to tie her up and question her.” Jungkook said as he high fived Taeyon once again. The sound of the door knocking pulled them out of their game and their eyes towards the door.
“Sir, she must have called for back up. Should we take them down?” Jungkook nodded, keeping a stern face as you rolled your eyes. They both shuffled to the door, opening it and Taeyon jumping out and holding his hands in a gun format.
“Hands in the air and give us your money.” He said causing his parents to laugh and smile.
Jungkook appeared from behind the door with a smile, you decided to get up and join them. Taeyon’s mother picked him up and held him in her arms.
“Thank you again for taking care of him. I hope he wasn’t too much.” She said but you shook your head.
“Nope. He’s adorable. Him and Jungkook really get along.” You said looking at him with a small smile.
“Boss, the girl mustn’t escape. You have to keep an eye on her.” Taeyon said pointing to you and Jungkook nodded.
“Don’t you worry Monster, she won’t leave my sight.” Jungkook said hand snaking around your hip and pulling you into his side more.
“What’s next weeks game?” Taeyon asked, leaving his role quickly as excitement lit up his face.
“Hmm. How about hunting crocodiles in the jungle? Two explorers and survivors from a plane crash?” Jungkook said causing Taeyon to nod eagerly.
“You two are so good with kids. Have you thought about maybe tying the knot and having some?” Yuni asked but you shrugged your shoulders.
“It’s a bit hectic right now. I have my job as a journalist, Jungkook has the night shift as a guard. It’d just be too hard.” You said and she nodded, understanding.
“Alright well thank you again and same time next week?” She asked and you nodded, saying goodbye before venturing back into your apartment.
Jungkook threw you over his shoulder once again causing you to yelp suddenly. He placed you down on the couch so he now hovered over you. He kissed your lips hungrily, like he’s been dying to kiss you.
“Maybe she’s right, maybe having a kid wouldn’t hurt.” Jungkook mumbled against your lips as his fingers began to play with the buttons on your blouse.
“Jungkook, how can we take care of a kid? Our lives are so busy right now I don’t think it’d be a healthy environment.” You said, breathing heavily as you helped him unbutton your blouse.
“C’mon it wouldn’t hurt to have a little you and me running around.” With that he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head while he attacked your neck with open mouth kisses. Sucking harshly from time to time.
“We can try.” You finally gave in, pushing your hips up to grind your core against his thigh. Trying to find some relief. With that Jungkook unbuttoned your jeans and threw them somewhere on the floor.
Sitting back up and peeling off his white t-shirt and his own jeans as well. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to he bedroom, laying you down softly before connecting your lips once again.
Your fingers danced in his hair and pulled at his roots. Causing him to groan as his tongue massaged yours, his hands grabbing at the skin on your hips, sure enough to leave bruises tomorrow.
His lips trailed down to your jaw, to the valley of your breasts, down to your panty line. His eyes met yours and you could see how dark they were. His teeth gripped the material and slowly began pulling them down your legs.
As soon as they were at your knees he grabbed them and ripped them away. Pushing your legs open and placing his thumb against your clit. His tongue gliding along your slit. Collecting your juices before his lips replaced the position of his thumb and began to suck.
Your back arched as your let out loud high pitched moans, with every suck you got closer to your climax. He could tell because every time he did your moans went an octave higher than the last one.
Soon enough he had you cumming all over his tongue while his fingers digged into your thighs. Sure enough to leave some kind of marks there the next day. As soon as you had ridden out your orgasm you pushed Jungkook back so he was now the one laying beneath you.
Connecting your lips to taste yourself on his tongue, your hand rubbing over his growing bulge before fiddling with the belt buckle and pulling down his jeans with his boxers as well.
His cock sprung out, and no matter how many times you see it Jungkook never fails to surprise you with his length and girth. It was red at the tip with beads of precum spilling from the tip. The vein on the bottom of his shaft prominent and pulsating.
The sight made you lick your lips before gripping him tight around your hand, your eyes looking up to see his head thrown back and a hiss to escape his lips. You smirked, mouth moving down to lick the underside of his cock.
Sucking on his balls while your hand moved up and down, twisting at the tip every time as he let out choked moans. You switched so now your mouth was wrapped around him and your hand was rolling his balls in your palm.
“S-shit, keep going.” He groaned, pushing his hips continuously up while you worked him. His tip hitting the back of your throat with each push causing you to gag but continue. Your other hand worked what you now couldn’t fit in your mouth as you began bobbing your head up and down faster.
“I’m going to cum, fuck!” His fingers laced in your hair to keep you going, his hips stuttering in thrusts as ribbons of cum coated the inside of your mouth. Swallowing the substance that never fails to taste disgusting but Jungkook loved the sight of you swallowing him.
The roles were the same as Jungkook pulled you into his lap and gave you no time as he slammed himself inside you. A shriek left your lips as he began using his hips to start pushing you, his hands gripping your sides hard enough to leave marks there as well.
“Fuck!” You threw your head back and continued bouncing, Jungkook fingers coming down to rub your clit as you chased your high. His cock hitting all the right spots.
“You like that princess? You like me playing with your cunt while you ride me?” Jungkook was never one to really dirty talk during sex but when he did oh holy fuck it was heaven. He knew all the right things to say that had you cumming around him in no time.
“I’m going cum, fuck I’m so close I’m going to cum!” Jungkook laid just on his back so he was able to fuck up into you in a different angle, continuously hitting your g-spot with force. Your hands pressed on his chest while your nails dig into the flesh.
“I’m cumming!” You yelled, Jungkook grunting as he too was close; within seconds you were tightening around him and cumming, Jungkook thrusts never coming to a stop until he emptied himself inside you. Sweat and heavy breathing as you both calmed down from your highs.
Jungkook pulled you off him and got up to run a warm bath for you both. Sitting you down in the tub so you laid on his chest. Letting the steam surround you along with silence.
“How was work?” Jungkook asked, fingers running through your hair softly as he kissed your shoulder.
“Good. I’m still missing pieces to that story.” You hummed and Jungkook held a confused expression.
“Story? What story?” He asked as you sighed.
“The one about the gang, you know the guys who have been buying strip clubs so it’s easier to make those drug deals and all.” You explained, eyes closed and unable to see Jungkook’s worried expression. If anyone found out you were investigating the mafia it won’t end well.
Jungkook sat in silence contemplating whether to tell you now or not.
“Have you considered maybe a different story babe?” Jungkook regret the words as soon as they left his lips. Your eyes opened and you turned to look at your boyfriend.
“What are you saying I can’t handle myself? That this story is so juicy? Are you afraid that I’ll be the one earning the income here?” You spat annoyed, Jungkook sighed.
“I think you should leave; obviously you’re not in a good mood.” Jungkook said bluntly, no expression on his face.
“Fine if you’re going to be a dick, you can fucking jerk off for the next few weeks cause I’m not coming around. I think I’ll take that business trip with my boss.” You grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your body and stormed off to the bedroom.
That was enough to make Jungkook snap, Park Jimin was your boss and he offered to take you on a business trip to Hong Kong to help investigate a story but Jungkook didn’t like the idea. Your boss was only two years older than Jungkook and mildly attractive.
He knew your boss’s intentions and warned you about it but you knew better. Jungkook was very easily able to be jealous. You’ve seen it happen many times when the barista wrote his number on a napkin for you.
Or the time the cashier complemented your shirt that was an extreme low cut one too. Jungkook got out of the tub and followed you into the room.
“I don’t fucking think so! I’ve seen the way your boss looks at you and it’s not good intentions y/n! He wants to fuck you!” Jungkook spat as he watched you pack your bag.
“Who fucking cares at this point, hey maybe he’ll give me a raise if I blow him, a promotion if I go all the way!” Jungkook pushed you up against the nearest wall with force. Honestly you were scared right now, but Jungkook would never hurt you.
“Don’t go with him please. You’re beautiful, bold and brave but I’ve heard about people who have gone looking for gangs and writing about them. It-I can’t lose you.” Jungkook’s tone was soft and it cracked on his last words. ‘I can’t lose you.’ Your chest twisted, hating the sound of his voice when he was upset.
You tilted his chin so his watery eyes met yours before pressing your lips against his.
“You won’t lose me; I promise. If it makes you feel better I’ll stop. But I’m still leaving, when you can learn to love me for who I choose to be. Including my career.”
“After all this you’re just going to go off and fuck your boss?! How can you ask me to respect you when you act like a whore?”
You slapped Jungkook across the face, shocked but you didn’t regret it. He called you a whore, accusing you of going off to cheat on him. You stormed out of the apartment, Jungkook already blowing up your phone with missed called and apologies.
“I don’t fucking think so!” Jimin yelled, pushing the butt between his lips and inhaling. You hated the smell of cigarettes and this early in the morning you were about ready to throw up.
“Jimin, people have gone missing. The closest anyone has gotten to finding out the mafia is just shits and giggles.” You explained, throwing printed copies of online news that you found explaining the disappearances of other eager journalists.
“Y/n you came to me with this, you said you could handle it, you wanted this and you promised to take on any trouble or back lash. The disappearances are bullshit that an insider of the mafia wrote to scare ‘em off.” He spat, digging his cigarette into the tray so it’s joined the other 100+ in there.
“Think of it this way, you do this story and it’s a hit. You’ll get a promotion, maybe we can even be…” he paused, licking his lips slightly. “Partners?” The position sounded tempting. But Jimin looked like he had other ideas in mind.
“No. I’m risking my life every day because of this. I don’t want to get myself or the people around me that I love in trouble.” I explained, standing to my feet as Jimin took a seat behind his desk. Pulling another cigarette out of the blue box.
“Oh yeah, how is Jungkook? Still jobless?” Jimin smirked before placing the lung cancer stick between his lips and lighting it.
“He has a job. Security. And by the way; I quit.” Jimin nodded, blowing smoke from his lips before he finally processed your words.
“Wait quit? What the fuck? Where are you going to get a job! There ain’t no other top news paper companies around here who will take your sweet ass!” You flipped him off before storming downstairs and into your office. Grabbed an empty box and threw all your belongings into it.
Stopping and all your anger vanishing when you glanced at the photo of you and Jungkook. How happy you two looked that day. It was taken on the beach, your first date with Jungkook. You both met on a dating app and well you’ve never been happier. In fact you deleted the app after the first date.
Even though nothing was official at that time; you couldn’t think of anyone else other than him. Your heart melted and the strings tugged. ‘Go see him,’
“I can’t, he doesn’t care about my career or my feelings. He called me a whore. ”
‘He cares about you. He doesn’t want you to get hurt.’
“Yeah well he should have said that before calling me such a vulgar word!”
“Miss l/n?” Your assistant’s voice was heard from the other side. You opened the door and saw her standing there.
“Your boyfriend called, he left this message.” She handed you the white A5 piece of paper that had what he wanted to say written on it.
‘Don’t go.’
Your heart raced and once again your heart strings played a tune for Jungkook. You had to go home; there was a reason he wrote this.
“It was good working with you Minhee.” You grabbed your stuff and left the building. Four years you’ve been stuck in there having to write bullshit that your boss wanted before you got to offer something that wasn’t the best idea. You got in your car and left; going home to Jungkook.
“You’re here.” Jungkook cooed, arms wrapping around you softly as he pressed his lips to your temple.
“I’m sorry; I should have listened to you when you said it was dangerous. I just got so caught up in the whole thing, I wanted that promotion.” You explained as Jungkook nodded.
“And my stupid boss could give a shit, and I guess maybe that’s why…I-I quit.” Jungkook froze. Pulling back and looking at you.
“You quit?” He repeated and you nodded.
“I’m sorry for what I—what I called you. You’re not that type of girl, you never have been. I just get so worried about someone else taking you away. And Jimin has that chance with you.” He said softly, avoiding eye contact.
“It okay. My boss is a coward who just wants to get into my pants and get a good scoop. My job is costing me threats from people. Everything is just not right there.” You explained as you both moved towards the couch and laid down. Talking about your day. Only for you both to fall asleep, listening to the sounds of each other’s heart beats.
“Fuck!” You shot up from your spot on the couch, hearing Jungkook hiss and scream as if in pain. You stood up, Jungkook not seen and the room dark with only the light from street lamps outside. Jungkook had burst through the door, hand on the door handle to keep himself up.
His other covering just below his rib cage. You ran over, he was soaking wet from the early rain that had calmed down.
“What happened? Babe?!” You were by his side, you could hear yelling and all of a sudden Jungkook took his hand away from his bleeding wound and grabbed a gun that was hiding inside his boot. Aiming it outside and shooting it a few times before pushing you both inside and closing the door.
Leaning up against it as he placed his hand back over his wound, the other still holding the weapon. You stood back, shocked and confused and scared. Where did Jungkook get that? Sure he was a security guard but he wasn’t certified to carry a gun not until he passed the test first.
After a few minutes Jungkook tumbled into the bathroom and slipped off the black material before opening the cupboard and starting to clean the blood gushing hole in his flesh up.
Jungkook heard the slam of a door, did you just— he wobbled his way out of the bathroom and downstairs to see you gone. You were gone, you were outside. Shit.
He opened the door, using all the force and energy he could to catch up to you.
“Y/n get inside!” He yelled, grabbing your wrist and turning you so you were facing him.
“No! Don’t fucking touch me! This entire time you’ve been living a lie, are you even a security guard?” You asked, only silence at this point.
“No. I’m part…of the mafia.” Tears welled up in your eyes as you pushed him away, walking away from him and finding a cab to take you somewhere.
“Y/n please listen—“
“I’m done listening.” Right on que a cab pulled up by your side and you got in. Telling the driver an address of an old friend you knew you could always count on.
“He did fucking what to my best friend?” Taehyung blinked twice at you as he brought over two cups of hot chocolate; you sighed. Moving over on the couch and sniffling.
“He cheated, I can’t understand why he would but I don’t want you to press it further please.” You know you should have told him, you know you should have told someone the truth about Jungkook. But you weren’t that horrible you would go as far as getting him locked away?
He was a bad person and did bad things but—
“But I still love him.” You cried, Taehyung sitting there awkwardly watching you sob away and not drink your hot chocolate. He placed a hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles.
“If he loved you; he wouldn’t have cheated.” Oh Taehyung if you knew the truth. You didn’t want Tae to go after Jungkook so you had to tell him to not get into it or say anything to Jungkook. You knew you had to go back and get your things, but you also knew Jungkook would be there waiting for you to return.
“Hey.” Tae greeted as he got to the door. Jungkook looked tired, dark circles under his eyes and slightly pale skin.
“Uh hi, can I help you?” Jungkook asked, clearly annoyed with the guy standing across from him.
“I’m y/n’s Friend Taehyung, she sent me over to get her stuff.” Jungkook scoffed, biting down on his bottom lip.
“Of fucking course, she couldn’t come over herself she had to send a new boy toy—“
“Excuse me? You’re the fucking cheater!” Taehyung bit back, silence consuming there for a minute as Jungkook pondered on the thought. Why would she tell this guy he cheated?
“She loves me.” He said out loud, Taehyung rolling his eyes and waiting for Jungkook to move so he can get your things.
“Yeah; she did. But you fucked stuff up. Now can I get her things and leave before I leave with a bloody fist?” Jungkook said nothing else and let the guy in to grab your stuff. As soon as he had opened your underwear drawer though Jungkook was onto him in seconds.
“I can fucking pack that for her.” Jungkook snapped, grabbing the small pile out of the drawer and stuffing it into the bag Taehyung had brought over.
After Taehyung finished and left; Jungkook fell to the floor. Tears sprung into his eyes and for the first time…he cried for someone else. He cried because the girl he loves, the girl he wanted more than anything was gone probably forever.
You sat in the apartment waiting for Tae to return eagerly. You wanted to know everything; if Jungkook was there or not. If he was what did he say? How did he feel? What did he look like?
The door slammed shut and you were up and heading towards the front where Taehyung had returned with suitcase full in hand. Taking the key out and putting it on the bench.
“Hey, how’d it go?” You asked, slipping your hands into the back pockets of your jeans.
“Well, he was there. He looked pretty tired, sick. Was pretty pissed but went quiet after I told him off for cheating.” Shit. How did Jungkook respond?
“I don’t know why, but he is a dickhead and had no right to do that to you. You’re not the problem at all y/n he is.” You just nodded your head and listened to Tae rant before he walked off into the kitchen to make you both something to eat.
“So you quit your job at one of the highest news paper companies to join us…why?” You watched as he placed the cigarette butt into the small glass bowel.
“I didn’t feel free there. My boss was a pervert and wanted me to do crap that would get me killed. But I came with a good scoop. And I have it in this folder; with my knowledge and sources we could top any other company. All I need is the front page and my own office. And 75% of sales—“
“50%!”
“60%.”
“Deal.”
And it was done; You got yourself a job. Sure it wasn’t the best but it will be. And you know you promised Jungkook you wouldn’t continue it, but he’s not around to stop you.
“So what’s the plan?” Your new boss asked, lighting another cigarette as you stood to your feet and walked around his office.
“Well, I’ll go undercover. I know this gang and where they hang out. They refer to themselves as Mist. I have all their pictures and information about each member.” You began throwing different manilla folders onto his desk.
“What did you do to get these sleep with a cop?” He asked glancing down at them.
“You’d be surprised how far a little cleavage can get you.” You replied, he opened up the first one.
“That’s Min Yoongi. Goes by Suga as his code name. He’s the money hog. The one who collects and pays in other words. Keeps the money locked somewhere safe.” His eyes scanned over the profile before closing it and opening the next one.
“Kim Namjoon. Goes by RM for his code name. Supplier; knows where and when there is going to be a large weapon delivery. Hijack the trucks and take the weapons.”
“Zhing Yixing. Goes by Lay for his code name. He’s the seducer, uses words and phrases to flirt receptionists or anything with legs and a vagina basically.”
“Kim Seokjin. Goes by Jin for his code name. Driver. Used to do drag races in the streets before he was recruited. Used to be a professional too before he got addicted to cocain.”
“And finally the Dopgle Leader. Don’t know his name or face or anything. Couldn’t pull anything up. He’s the head of their little business. Doesn’t leave or has some special way of getting out without being seen. Those who have seen him well, haven’t lived to tell the tale.” You explained, closing the last folder that held only a code name.
“So, are we in?” You smirked at him. He looked stunned but impressed.
“You better know what you’re fucking doing. So how are we supposed to get you undercover?” He asked, placing the lung cancer stick between his lips and inhaling. The tip burning and turning to ash.
“You want to be a bartender?” The man asked you and you nodded.
“Any experience? Have you mixed drinks before?” You nodded your head.
“Fine. You got the job kid. But you better know what you’re fucking doing. Junmyeon will fill you in on the rules.” The man walked off but not before throwing an apron at you.
You caught it easily before walking behind the counter and towards the tall guy with black hair. You had to admit he was completely hot. He had a sleeve of tattoos on one arm. A few on his other arm. He looked like he worked out quite often.
The tight black shirt clung to his body like no tomorrow.
“I’m y/n, a new bartender.” You said holding out your hand.
“Junmyeon. Now first thing is first. Female uniform is the same except you have to wear booty shorts. You go and deliver drinks to tables only because I don’t believe you know how to mix drinks. I’m thick and moody and tired so stay on my good side and we won’t have a problem. Also a gang of men comes in here often; they won’t hurt you but they get drinks on the house. Any questions?” You shook your head and put the apron on.
He ushered you out of the bar space with a tray of shots. The small number on the tray told you where they were seated by the number on their table. You walked over, smiling and giving their drinks out before grabbing the empty glasses on tables and bringing them back to the counter.
“How was that?” You asked, biting your lip.
“You did well.” He said as he wiped over a large glass in his hands.
“Don’t get cocky on me now kid you still have more tables to do.” This guy was going to be the person you hate. He’ll be that guy that bosses you around all the fucking time. Telling you to do shit.
You would listen and do your job anyway, it allowed you to listen in on any information from people and you’d have to make sure you wrote it down later or once you left. This was going one fucking scoop.
After a few hours people began to leave and there were barely any people in here. You were doing your rounds and collecting all the glasses left on the tables. Walking back over and placing the tray by the sink while Junmyeon washed them.
“That’s the last of them.” You said as he nodded, not even glancing your way. It was only your first day and your fake boss already hated you. You turned around and started walking to exit the bar when you heard him speak up.
“Hey y/n!” You turned around and he threw a white rag at you, your hands coming out to catch it quickly. You understood what he wanted and walked back over to the other side of him. Grabbing glasses and drying them off with the small towel.
“So how long have you worked here?” You asked curiously as he chuckled; preferably to himself.
“Too long. Why did you want a job here? This place is very different from your personality.” He stated and he was right. You would rather be at home watching TV than to be stuck in a place like this late at night.
“I wanted a change. My boyfriend—ex. Boyfriend. He isn’t who I thought he was. And I was so sure he was the one, after relationships with lying and no loyalty, but I was wrong.” You refrained from crying, you wanted to show you were tough.
“Well you don’t deserve a shit bag whose going to lie to you. I’ve had my fair share of girls and most of them are just around for the amazing fuck.” You rolled your eyes at his cockiness.
“Yeah I’m so sure it’s that amazing.” You said sarcastically causing Junmyeon to raise his brows at you.
“Oh baby I’m not like your ordinary quick fuck guy. I bet I could make you cum in under two minutes.” You wondered how someone could just be so open about this shit, and so far up on their high horse. You hadn’t noticed how the entire club was officially empty and it was just you two now left.
“The day that happens, is the day I’ll stop regretting shit.” You said stepping back and it all happened pretty fucking quick what came next. Junmyeon had turned around and hoisted you up onto the bar counter, your body hitting some bottle causing them to clank together.
“What the fuck!?” You looked at him shocked while he looked at you and smirked.
“You better start thinking about every single thing you regretted and let it go.” You were confused when your shorts and panties were pulled down and hanging at your ankles.
“Tell me you want this. If you don’t we’ll stop right now and you can punch me or quit and leave. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” Junmyeon was staring up at you waiting for your consent. You nodded and Junmyeon attached his lips to your clit. Sucking and flicking it harshly with his tongue.
His fingers digging into your thighs sure enough to leave bruises but only ones you’ll be able to see. Your fingers found their way to his hair and ran them through the raven soft locks. Your head thrown back and out body arching into his touch.
Your body wanting more of his touch, his fingers found your entrance and ran up and down in a teasing manner. Junmyeon’s eyes met yours and you could feel him smirking. You decided to spice things up a bit.
“You still have 52 seconds left.” His demeanor changed right then and there. Shoving two fingers into you causing you to yelp slightly at the feeling. His fingers curling upwards and his tongue working your clit had brought you right on the edge.
I’m going to—“ your sentence was cut when a loud moan was brought from your lips and your juices coating his fingers and tongue. He worked you through for a few more seconds before pulling back.
His lips glistening along with his fingers which he didn’t mind sucking off while keeping eye contact.
“1 minute and 57 seconds. Told you I could.” He grabbed a washed cloth and wiped over your core, helping you stand to your feet as you pulled your underwear and shorts back up.
Part of you didn’t know why you were okay with him just eating you out on the bar counter. Maybe you wanted a different taste. Your life had been vanilla up until now. Not that it was a bad thing but the taste that was left in your mouth was from another man who knew what you wanted.
There was just silence as you stood in front of the desk. His chair was turned so he was tilted slightly from you. Flipping over the notes and pages of your first day at ‘work.’
“I like it so far. The whole part about how you described the club and everything was very pleasing. I can see a bright future for you here.” You smiled and thanked him before leaving his office. You felt a little nervous about releasing the story, how Junmyeon would feel if he read it and how you described him.
‘A tall man, dark hair and a cold exterior. He acts as if he has no heart for anyone but he is indeed on the inside broken by one girl who is the reason he’s distant.’
He may be upset but you were just using him. You had no feelings for him even after the bar incident. You walked out of the building feeling slightly guilty before glancing at the time on your phone.
“Shit!” You yelled realising you had to be at the club for work in ten minutes. Rushing to your car and getting in before taking off to work. Your clothes sitting in a bag in the back seat.
You sped to the club, not giving a fuck about anyone or anything else. You made it just before open. Running inside and last Junmyeon who had a smirk on his face as he watched you run into the locker room and quickly changed.
After getting dressed and coming out you grabbed a tray and wiped it over and got yourself prepared. All the while avoiding any eye contact or conversation with Junmyeon. You hadn’t spoken to him since that night.
The doors opened and in the people came, the music blasting through the speakers making it almost impossible to hear anyone. Junmyeon hadn’t said much to you except the occasional ‘take these out’ so things were a little tense between you two.
Well after all it was literally the other night you had your legs spread across the bar counter with him between them to prove a point to you. All of sudden the atmosphere felt like it changed. Like it was darker or something, your eyes landed on the door and in they came.
The men you had been getting information on for the last few months. The reason you and Jungkook ended, the reason for anything horrible that happens on this world. The mafia.
Junmyeon has this hard look, like he hated the men that just entered the room. You grabbed a tray and notepad and pen and headed on over. Junmyeon has opened his mouth to stop you but you were already across the other side and had the pen in your hand.
“Gentlemen, what can I get for you tonight?” You asked, catching their attention.
“Well, what are you offering?” One sneered, you knew who he was. Zhang Yixing aka the seducer. His charming face, and upper body covered by a simple t-shirt and black blazer.
“Blowjobs are a hit tonight.” The other men around him had all cackled and scoffed at your answer. Yixing raised his eyebrows and licked his lips which twisted upwards into a smirk. His hand was held out and he was waiting for you to take it.
You were hesitant and the look in his eyes was telling you that he knew you wouldn’t take it. But challenging him sounded like a good idea; taking the enemy by surprise. You placed the rounded tray down and took his hand.
He stood to his feet, he was taller by a head and a half. You suddenly regretted your decision but didn’t want to show it. He pulled you to the dance floor where bodies has been rubbing against each other.
He shot the DJ a glance with a nod following shorty after it and the music changed from the fast tempo to something classical and slow. It was weird, he pulled you so your body was flush against his own. You could feel his heart beating calmly against your chest.
His hand planted low on your waist and the other pulled your arm to wrap around his neck. His lips close to your ear as they brushed the shell, goosebumps arising on your skin as they did.
“Now what’s a beautiful girl like you, working in a shit down bar like this?” His voice was husky and sensual, the perfect mix that had your knees rattling like a locked door.
“I needed a job, and money.” You answered, you voice shaking slightly even though you didn’t intend for it to.
“Hmm, Junmyeon must have some interest in you. He doesn’t look too impressed right now, with my hand here. I wonder how he would feel if my hand was—“ his hand travelled down over your ass and now gripped your bare thigh. Tilting your body back in his arm as you held on. Your eyes boring into his deep brown ones.
“Here.” He finished with a smirk, your chest was heaving up and down and he could feel your heart beating rapidly against your rib cage he thought it might jump out at any second. You now understood why he was the seducer.
The song ended and he let you go safe and sound, you walking back towards the bar and Junmyeon’s glare going from you to Yixing, who just returned a smirk his way. Raising his glass of scotch and tilting his head slightly before returning to the conversation.
“What the fuck was that?” Junmyeon spat as he watched you place shot glasses onto the tray.
“I was talking with him. Is that a bad thing.” You asked turning away from him and strutting towards the other side of the club. Junmyeon throwing the wash cloth on the table with a loud slap and storming towards you quickly.
Pulling you into an empty private booth and placing the now knocked over drinks on the tray on a table.
“Junmyeon what—“ his lips crashed against yours, whatever it was going through him right now all you knew was that he needed you. You opened your eyes and Jungkook’s features were before you. Quickly pushing him away Junmyeon looked at you oddly.
“I have to go.” Was all you said before running out of there. Tears rushing down your face mixed with the rain that was pouring down outside. You were cold and lost at this point. Lights were seen ahead and you didn’t know why you chose the stupid decision but you ran into the middle of the street waving your arms about to gain the attention of the driver.
They came to a sudden stop, the tired screeching and your clothes drenched. The door opened and you weren’t sure who would be getting out but you were surprised when you saw his face.
“Y/n? What are you doing out here? What happened? Are you hurt? Look at me!” His hands held your wrists at first but moved t hold your face so you had to look at him.
“Talk to me please.” Your felt the ground disappear and your body start to limp. Your eyes shutting and your body completely losing balance before you were pulled into a sleep with no dreams.
You woke up, the first thing you see is the black familiar sheets. The ones you used to wrap yourself in at night. You knew where you were, but maybe if you closed your eyes and opened them again you’d be at Tae’s apartment. But when you did open your eyes you were faced with the fact you were here for real.
That last night wasn’t a dream or hallucination at all. That it happened.
“You’re awake. I wasn’t sure if you would wake up. I mean, I was worried when you just passed out like that.” You weren’t sure what to say at this point. What were you meant to say?
“Thanks. But I have to leave.” You said slipping out of the bed and starting to look for your shoes.
“Y/n look—“ you stopped him before he could even get started.
“No Jungkook I’m tired. I’m tired of listening, I’m tired of trying to look at other ways of your job just so it doesn’t freak me out. I’m tired of lies and shit that could get me in trouble. Here I was trying to do my job and uncover the mafia and there you fucking were, lying to my face about it all. YOU were the enemy. That’s why you wanted me to stay away. Not to protect me, to protect yourself. Fuck you Jeon Jungkook.” And with that you stormed out of the apartment and didn’t look back.
Life really sucked right now and you wanted to hit a brick wall for hours. You wanted to pain to go away. You wanted it to just fucking be over. If taking down the love of your life is what it takes then you’ll do it. Jungkook is now officially out of your life, he was never your boyfriend, he was never your friend. He was never the man you loved.
You sighed as you called a cab, telling them your location and everything before seeing it pull up. Opening the door you got inside, immediately your body was held and a cloth was placed over your mouth and nose. Whatever on it you were inhaling it quickly and it was causing your body to go limp and your eyes lids to fall shut.
Your mind putting you into a sleep, your eyes opened probably hours later. At first you didn’t react. Your eyes were still blurry and trying to focus. When you moved your hands to wipe them though you reacted to this situation since you couldn’t move your hands at all. Your eyes were wide open and your vision was 20/20. You wiggled and jolted in the chair you had been tied to, trying to loosen the ropes in any way you could.
But you only failed, you glanced up and there stood what you were praying for a grim reaper but instead faced with Yixing. A smirk plastered on his face as he walked over towards you.
“Well, it’s nice to see you again y/n. I must say I am impressed with Jungkook’s work.” Your eyes widened at the name of your ex boyfriend.
“Oh yeah, Jungkook has been on this plan from the beginning. Want to hear a story?” He asked stepping back and pouring a cup of water.
“You stupid son a bi—“ your words were cut off when he stuffed a cloth inside your mouth gagging you completely.
“It all started seven months ago, you had decided to start the story on the mafia. You did the usual research you know, finding out about disappearances, interviewing people, blah blah blah. Like I said; the usual.” He had picked up a green apple and pulled out a small Swiss knife and began peeling it with that.
“One day we get a tip from none other than Jungkook himself warning us someone is onto us. And of course we decided to play a little game instead of killing you right away. You see every clue, every detail, everything you added to your research was all…fake. Purposely set up to play with your mind, so you would play right into our hands. And it worked! Look at you, you did so well for your first time digging dirt on the dark side!” He tried to make it sound like he cared but he didn’t.
He was being sarcastic and a dick, two things that made you want to punch him in the fucking face.
“Jungkook was the one helping us all along. Giving us tips, sending little bits of your research. I’ll thank him the next time we cross paths.” He bit into the now skinned apple and smirked. Licking the juice off his lips.
“Now, I know you’re probably going to say the cliche ‘you’ll never get away with this!’ Or some basic movie shit but we already have. You see we’re smarter than other people. I mean why rob a bank when you can hack into billionaire’s bank accounts? A lot faster and easier.” You wanted to scream, but your body had gone into shock.
Tears left your eyes one after the other, you were stupid. Thinking this entire time you had been onto them, they had been onto you. He walked over and pulled the gag from your mouth, you took in deep breaths.
“What do you want from me?” You sobbed, looking down at the floor that had blood stains from god knows when. The place was cold and dark and nothing like you’d seen before.
“Well you see killing you would be boring as fuck so I’ve decided instead I want to play a little game. Bring them in!” Suddenly the door opened and in came Namjoon and Suga, pushing three people with black bags over their faces so you couldn’t see who they were. They were pushed to their knees in front of you.
Yixing walked over and stood between two, using the knife to flip off the black cloths and revealing who those three people were. Your heart sunk, your stomach twisted and your throat contracted as if trying to warn you that you were going to puke.
“Taehyung! Jungkook! Junmyeon” You sobbed looking at the two, their hands bound behind their backs and their mouths gagged with cloths like had been done to you.
“We’re going to play a little game of ‘truth, truth, lie.’ Do you know that game baby? Or do I need to explain the rules?” You were breathing hard through your nose as you glared at him.
“Okay well you have to tell two true things about yourself and one lie. But it’s different. I’m going to say the three and you have to tell me which ones are lies and truth. You get one wrong, oops.” Your body began to shake, people’s lives were on the line. People you knew, who knew you. People you shared a bond or connection with.
“Okay let’s start with, you met Jungkook in college, you slept with Taehyung and Junmyeon hired you because of your body.” You whimpered, not wanting to play. You didn’t even know which was true or not.
“I-I don’t know.” You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut praying for a miracle.
“Tick tock babe.” You opened your eyes and looked at the three.
“Junmyeon hired you because of your body?” Yixing asked, loading his gun up.
“True.” You sobbed.
“You met Jungkook in College?” He asked, placing it down on the table next to him.
“Lie.”
“And that leaves you fucking Taehyung, but we can’t forget this was when you were with Kook.” Jungkook’s eyes met yours.
“Are you—are you fucking serious?” He cried, wiggling slightly and obviously pissed.
“It was a mistake! I was drunk! It didn’t mean anything I swear!” You sobbed. You wanted this to just be over.
“Oh come on we have only just started. Moving on. Jungkook killed your brother, Junmyeon ate you out on his bar counter and Taehyung is in love with you. Go!” Your body froze.
“What?” You asked, your voice soft and hoarse as you tried to think of you heard his words correct or not.
“My brother, what do you mean?” You glanced at Jungkook who had a guilty face.
“Jungkook you said my brother died in a car accident when you drove him to the airport?” You questioned but only heard the small ‘oooooh’ from Yixing.
“Uh Oh, you didn’t tell her did you Kook?” Yixing added, you could feel the tears welling in your eyes. Not wanting to cry but they fell anyway.
“Well darling little brother wasn’t killed in a car accident. He wasn’t killed in any accident. I guess determination runs in your family. Well your brother and Jungkook went for a little drive to the lake house, the one you used to go to as a kid. Well looks like baby bro knew about Jungkook and was going to reveal it to you. But instead of getting to do it Jungkook bashed his head in with a stone. He threw the body into the river and let the car drive off into it was well. Making it look like there was an accident.” Jungkook avoided eye contact the entire time. It was true.
“Now back to our game. Y/n you still need to pick. Jungkook killed your brother? Well we all now know that one. Truth! Taehyung is in love with you?”
“Lie.” You muttered, your chest tightening. You felt like the walls were crashing down on you. This was as close to hell as you wanted to be.
“And Junmyeon eating you out on his bar counter. Wow! You were so quick to jump his bones weren’t you?”
“Fuck you.” Junmyeon spat, Yixing turning his attention to the bruised and beaten man.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise it was your turn to play!” Yixing shoved the knife into his shoulder, before twisting it slightly and pulling it back out.
“Still waiting y/n….” Yixing clicked his tongue and you sighed.
“Truth.”
“Good girl. Last round. Jungkook was sent here to kill you. Junmyeon was sent here to rescue you. Taehyung was sent here to die.” Your heart skipped a beat. No.
“I can’t know the answer to that. Don’t do this please!” You cried out, Yixing only smirked as he grabbed the gun off the table. The familiar sound of clicking heard as you watched him hold it in his hand by his side.
“Tick tock, Tick tock. Jungkook was sent here to kill you?” He waited, holding the gun towards Jungkook’s temple as you whimpered.
“Truth.” You managed to sob out, waiting for the gun to explode but it didn’t. It clicked, the bullet not coming out because there wasn’t one in it for that round at least.
“Correct!” He yelled, you looked and Jungkook who still couldn’t look you in the eye.
“Taehyung was sent here to die?”
“No!”
“Yes!” He imitated your tone and shriek. Your plead to not continue the game. He had the gun placed to his temple and smirked. Taehyung looked at you, licking his lips as he awaited his answer.
“Lie.” You cried, watching as Yixing smirked.
“I wish you got the answer right. Even if you did he would’ve died.” And bang. You screamed as you watched his body go limp. Blood run down the side of his face as the bullet disappeared into the side of his head.
“And last But not least Junmyeon was sent to rescue you.” Which we all know, is a fucking lie but since you’ll get the answer wrong anyway—“ he held the gun up to Junmyeons head. Preparing to pull the trigger.
“You’re wrong.” Junmyeon muttered, hands grabbing the gun and knocking it out of Yixing’s hands before pushing the male back. Grabbing the gun that had fallen to the floor and pressing it against Yixing’s head.
“Bang.” He whispered as Yixing now joined Tae on the floor. Dead and bleeding from the head. Junmyeon ran over to you, cutting your hands free and helping you to your feet. Jungkook watched, hoping you could forgive him.
“Y/n please, help me. I’m so sorry about your brother. I’m so sorry. I wanted to tell you so bad. So so bad.” He cried, your cupped his face before kissing his lips softly and pulling back.
“Oh Jungkook.” You pushed some of his hair back out of his face.
“I wish I could. But you messed up. And when you mess up you end up like Tae and Yixing.” You said smirking, the look of horror on his face right now was what you loved the most.
“W-what?” He asked confused looking up at you as you brushed some hair out of your face. You placed a cigarette between your lips, Junmyeon lightning it for you and watching as you took a drag from it.
“Sleep tight love.” And with that Jungkook was knocked out.
“Baby are you going to be much longer? This boner can’t take care of itself?” Junmyeon whines as he wrapped his arms around you from behind.
“I will! I have to finish this up first. And then you gave me for the rest of the weekend.” You smirked pulling his lips in for a short teasing kiss. Not allowing his tongue to enter your mouth.
“Ten minutes.” You said as he walked off to the room. You licked your lips and faced your computer screen.
‘The gang was caught, Jungkook arrested and stuck in prison for god knows how long. Downside is they never did find the Dopgle leader. Theories are it was Jeon Jungkook or Zhang Yixing. Some even say it was Kim Taehyung but I believe it someone else out there. Someone who had skills and the guts to pull it all off. Someone who knew everything and anything from the beginning. You’re all reading this and on edge about everything and probably wanting more to the story. Wanting to know more of my theories and who I think it could be. I think the Dopgle leader is off loving life in a mansion with too much money to count. I bet you’d love to know who it was.’
You sighed trying to find the last words.
“Baby~~!” Junmyeon sang yet whined from the bedroom causing you to chuckled as you got up and made your way upstairs. Leaving your screen open with your finishing sentence.
‘And wouldn’t you kill to know what she was doing right now?’
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EXCITED - 04
Park Jimin
Sinopse: Quando você descobre que seu colega de apartamento leva uma vida dupla, as coisas fogem completamente do seu controle.
Gênero: Romance/Smut.
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Contagem de palavras: 3,335.
Avisos: +16.
Um, dois, três, quatro.
Gostaria de poder dizer que a culpa de passarmos quatro dias inteiros sem nos cruzarmos dentro de casa é exclusivamente de Jimin, mas a verdade é que a grande responsável por isso é a minha covardia. Minha rotina se resume a tomar mais banhos do que pode ser considerado normal por dia, e a ficar trancada em meu quarto o tempo inteiro. Só sinto que posso respirar em paz quando ouço a porta da frente batendo, anunciando que Jimin finalmente saiu.
Nossos dias continuam correndo da mesma maneira. Ele passa o dia inteiro fora, revesando entre a faculdade e seu estágio, e eu continuo tentando concluir a maioria dos meus trabalhos de matérias atrasadas que acabei deixando para cursar no final do semestre. Quando ele saí pela manhã, ainda estou trancada em meu quarto, fingindo dormir… E quando ele chega pela noite, também já estou de novo em meu quarto, tentando com todas as forças ignorar minha vontade de vê-lo.
Tento me convencer de que não sinto falta de nossas refeições juntos, esparramados no sofá da sala, enquanto discutimos os programas de TV. Quanto mais tento esquecer, mas me lembro de nós dois sentados na mesa da cozinha, enquanto ele tenta me ajudar com as coisas de minha faculdade, e eu tento entender os problemas de seu estágio. Agora que não posso mais me dar ao luxo de viver esses pequenos momentos, eles parecem ter adquirido uma importância completamente diferente. Quando paro para pensar, percebo que o tempo que passei com Jimin durante os últimos meses não era tão dispensável assim.
Minha saudade se mistura ao meu desejo, e tenho certeza de que estou sendo castiga por algum pecado.
É quarta-feira de tarde quando seu nome aparece na tela do meu celular e sinto uma onda de nervosismo se espalhar por todo meu corpo, atrapalhando minha respiração. Hesito antes de abrir a mensagem de texto e suspiro aliviada assim que vejo que seu conteúdo não tem nada a ver com o que aconteceu na última sexta-feira. Sim, eu sinto sua falta, mas não, eu não estou preparada para encarar o que aconteceu.
“Vou precisar passar a noite fora, então o apartamento é todo seu.”
Não é a primeira vez que ele me diz isso, mas é definitivamente a primeira vez que me pego sentindo um gosto amargo no céu da boca.
Sei que uma hora ou outra vamos ter que encarar a realidade e conversar sobre tudo que aconteceu, ou pelo menos vamos ter que aceitar que moramos sob o mesmo teto, e que vamos sim acabar nos encontrando pelo apartamento. Mas esse pensamento me assusta, e continuo convencida de que não tenho forças pra isso. Cada vez que o nome de Jimin aparece em minha mente é a imagem dele suado e completamente fora de controle que surge sem permissão, e a simples lembrança disso faz com que minha garganta fique seca.
E eu sinceramente me odeio por isso.
Como eu pude deixar isso acontecer?
Continuo tentando convencer meu cérebro de que ele continua sendo o mesmo garoto arrumadinho e quieto que sempre tenta me ajudar quando estou com problemas, mas não adianta. De repente todas minhas memórias parecem contaminadas pelo desejo doentio que sinto, e que sinceramente não sei de onde surgiu. Não tenho certeza se ele sempre esteve ali, sendo ignorado e reprimido, ou se tudo isso é culpa do modo como ele resolveu esfregar seu corpo contra o meu na sexta-feira. A única coisa que sei é que parece que estou doente, e não faço a menor ideia de como posso me livrar dessa sensação que corrói cada centímetro de meu corpo. A ideia de que cedo ou tarde vou acabar perdendo a cabeça já é quase um fato consumido, e dia após dia me pego pensando: será que é hoje que vou enlouquecer?
A verdade é que enlouqueço um pouco mais todos os dias.
Yoona e Taeyon acabaram descobrindo o motivo de eu fazer com que elas jurassem nunca mais mudar nossos planos sem me avisar, e depois disso recebo pelo menos cinco telefones diários. “Vocês já se viram?!” “Ele já foi conversar com você?” “O que você vai fazer?” “Você gostou?” “Você acha que gosta dele?” “Por que você não aceita logo que quer ele e resolve isso?” As perguntas são infinitas, mas sou incapaz de encontrar as respostas para elas.
Tenho certeza de que se não me livrar desses sentimentos logo vou acabar sendo obrigada a me mudar para o outro lado do planeta, e como meu orçamento só permite que eu vá até o outro lado da cidade, resolvo que preciso esclarecer a situação e colocar um ponto final isso. É a melhor coisa a se fazer, não é? Somos dois adultos, então tudo que precisamos fazer é sentar e conversarmos sobre o que aconteceu, e então tudo vai voltar ao normal. Não vou mais ser obrigada a tomar quatro banhos por dia, em uma tentativa desesperada de me livrar da sensação do seu toque em minha pele, e vou poder caminhar pelo apartamento sem ter medo de encontrar com ele.
E, definitivamente, não vou mais me sentir culpada por todas as vezes em que sou obrigada a me tocar pensando nele, em uma tentativa fracassada de aliviar parte do desejo que sinto.
Pela primeira vez em quatro dias me sinto verdadeiramente decidida, e aproveito meu momento de inspiração e coragem para tomar um banho longo e aproveitar minha noite livre para preparar alguma besteira para jantar e assistir algum filme na tv. Me ocupar com outras coisas vai me impedir de mudar de ideia.
Não sei a quanto tempo estou jogada no sofá da sala, vestindo apenas uma camiseta larga e velha e segurando uma panela de brigadeiro recém feito em meu colo, mas sei que minha calma é completamente interrompida no segundo em que escuto a porta da frente se abrindo. Assim que o olhar de Jimin se encontra com o meu, ele paralisa em seu lugar e a colher de brigadeiro que seguro fica parada no ar, próxima de minha boca. Uma gota do doce escorrega e respinga sobre minha coxa, e a sensação quente me faz voltar para a realidade. Deslizo o indicar sobre minha pele e o levo até a boca, lambendo o doce em um gesto infantil, mas que desperta uma lembrança não tão infantil assim.
Quando volto a olhar para Jimin, seu olhar ainda permanece congelado em mim.
Ele está vestido como de costume… A camisa social branca de sempre, e a calça preta e justa. Não demoro para perceber que os primeiros botões de sua camisa estão abertos, deixando parte de seu peito a mostra, e que as mangas longas estão dobradas até a altura de seus cotovelos, mas não há sinal nenhum da gravata. Pisco algumas vezes e volto a colocar a colher na panela, e é nessa fração de segundos em que meus olhos se afastam dos seus que percebo que sua gravata preta está enrolada em torno de sua mão, e a lembrança da venda de tecido me atinge em cheio, me deixando tonta.
Jimin fecha a porta atrás de si e ajeita os óculos redondos em seu rosto, e apesar de eu já ter visto essa cena um centena de vezes, tudo parece novo e diferente agora. Vejo seu olhar voltar para meu corpo e tento puxar a barra da camisa branca para baixo, em uma tentativa inútil de cobrir minhas pernas, mas o estrago já está feito e toda confiança que eu sentia cinco minutos atrás se transformou em um misto de ansiedade e saudade.
O modo como ele me olha me deixa nervosa.
O modo como sua respiração parece se tornar mais pesada a cada segundo me deixa nervosa.
O modo como ele aperta a gravata em torno de seus dedos me deixa nervosa.
O modo como eu o desejo me deixa nervosa.
Puta merda, por que estou sentindo saudades da sensação do toque dele? Isso é absurdo.
— Achei que você fosse passar a noite fora — Minhas palavras escapam sem permissão, em uma tentativa de quebrar o silêncio, e o som parece o trazer de novo para realidade, e ele volta a erguer o olhar, engolindo em seco.
— Precisava resolver algumas coisas, mas acabei mais cedo do que imaginei — Ele responde e o vejo apertar a gravata com ainda mais força, até que os nós de seus dedos se tornem esbranquiçados.
Ele precisava resolver algumas coisas no estágio, ou em outro lugar? Ele também trabalha as quarta-feiras? Será que ele tinha clientes agendadas? Não, não, não. Isso não me interessa. Isso não muda nada. Estou imersa em pensamentos quando escuto um som estranho de gemidos escapar da tv e desvio meu olhar para a tela para perceber que o casal do filme resolveu que essa seria uma hora interessante para resolverem descontar toda frustração sexual um no outro. Droga.
Busco pelo controle depressa e mudo de canal, e quando volto a olhar para Jimin tenho certeza que suas bochechas estão mais coradas do que o normal.
— Eu achei que você não viesse, então não fiz nada… Mas sobrou um pouco de brigadeiro — Falo indicando a panela que agora repousa sobre a mesa de centro, mas tenho certeza de que seu olhar traça outra direção, indo parar em minhas coxas.
O gesto dura apenas uma fração de segundos, mas é o suficiente para que uma imagem dele se ajoelhando entre minhas pernas e limpando os rastros do doce de minha pele com sua língua se forme em minha mente. Eu preciso urgentemente parar com isso.
O momento passa e o vejo respirar fundo, como se estivesse tentando se acalmar, e então o canto de seus lábios se curva um sorriso gentil e que já conheço de cor. Pela primeira vez na noite tenho a esperança de que as coisas voltem ao normal, mas a sensação logo é arruinada.
— Obrigado, noona… — Assim que a palavra inocente e tão usada por ele escapa de sua boca, sinto um rastro de fagulhas percorrer minha espinha, e vejo Jimin prender a respiração, como se tivesse sido atingido pelas mesmas lembranças que eu.
A sensação de sua boca em meu pescoço, gemendo essa mesma palavra de forma tão suja e urgente, faz meu coração saltar dentro do peito e tenho certeza de que se eu continuar parada ali vou acabar fazendo alguma loucura. Salto do sofá depressa e começo a caminhar em direção aos quartos, odiando ter que passar ao lado de Jimin. Foda-se meu planos de resolver as coisas. Eu só preciso de outro banho pra resolver um problema mais urgente.
— Acho que vou dormir, boa noi… — A frase engasga no fundo da minha garganta assim que passo por ele e sinto seus dedos se fecharem em torno de meu pulso, me obrigando a parar e fazendo com que meu corpo gire em sua direção, até que estou parada em sua frente.
— Eu quero conversar sobre o que aconteceu — Sua voz está uma oitava mais baixa, e a sensação de formigamento que seus dedos causam em minha pele atrapalha minha racionalidade — O que aconteceu na sexta-feira…
— Não significou nada — Eu o interrompo, e tenho certeza de que alguma coisa em seu rosto parece se partir, mas não consigo decifrar sua expressar. Ele mantém os lábios pressionados em uma linha fina, e me olha com o mesmo olhar intenso e misterioso de dias atrás — Você só estava fazendo o seu trabalho, não é?
E me odeio por esperar que sua resposta seja que não. Que aquilo não tinha nada a ver com trabalho, e que todas suas noites de sono também estão sendo arruinadas por causa da lembrança de nossos corpos se movendo juntos. A culpa que sinto por ter descoberto seu segredo se mistura com a culpa que sinto por desejar que as coisas entre nós mudem para melhor, e não sei se devo confessar de uma vez que sou uma péssima pessoa por fantasiar com ele vinte e quatro horas por dia, ou se devo apenas calar a boca e me obrigar a voltar ao normal.
— É, você tem razão — Me sinto ridícula ao perceber que suas palavras me deixam arrasada, e fico ainda pior quando seus dedos finalmente se afastam de meu pulso, acabando com a única ligação entre nossos corpos — Sinto muito por ter estragado as coisas — E a voz de Jimin parece distante e fria, e a seriedade em seu rosto me atormenta.
— Não foi culpa sua — Tento soar o mais sincera possível, porque a culpa realmente não é dele — Acho melhor ignorarmos aquilo e voltarmos ao normal… — Vejo Jimin concordar e exibir um sorriso forçado, que não combina nada com ele.
E então ele se afasta e ouço a porta de seu quarto bater.
Tomo dois banhos depois disso, mas meu corpo inteiro ainda parece intoxicado por seu toque.
Na manhã seguinte nos encontramos na cozinha, durante o café da manhã. Tento soar o mais tranquila o possível quando digo bom dia, mas minhas palavras parecem erradas e forçadas.
— Como vai o trabalho? — Pergunto entre um gole de café e outro e vejo Jimin erguer o olhar de sua caneca para me fitar.
— Qual deles? — Ele pergunta sério e demoro para entender o que ele quer dizer. Sinto meu rosto esquentar e preciso desviar o olhar depressa, porque olhar para ele, sabendo que não posso tocá-lo, se tornou insuportável.
— O estágio… — Respondo.
— Chato como sempre — Jimin responde depressa, e sinto vontade de me esganar assim que as próximas palavras escapam sem permissão de minha boca.
— E o outro? — Dessa vez ele hesita, e tenho certeza que vejo seus dedos apertarem a caneca por um segundo, antes de se afrouxarem novamente.
— Já esteve melhor — Sua resposta faz meus nervos se contorcerem e tento encher minha boca de café para não falar mais nada — Preciso ir.
E então ele saí depressa, deixado o restante de seu café da manhã intocado sobre a mesa.
Ele não volta para casa essa noite, e não manda mensagem nenhuma. Desisto de esperar pelo som da porta da frente se abrindo, e acabo adormecendo quando já são quase três da manhã.
Eu sonho com seu cheiro, com seu toque, com seu corpo sendo pressionado conta o meu. Sua voz em meu ouvido me falando uma série de frases incoerentes e sujas me faz acordar com a respiração acelerada, e com lençóis revirados.
Não consigo voltar a dormir depois disso e, dessa vez, sonho acordada.
Na sexta-feira chego da faculdade e o encontro na cozinha, lavando a louça acumulada. Ele veste um jeas claro e rasgato, e uma regata preta larga e com as laterais abertas, o que deixa praticamente todos seus músculos a mostra. A imagem é um tormento. Assim que percebe minha aproximação, ele me cumprimenta com um sorriso curto e volta a dar atenção para os pratos sujos, e suspiro derrotada.
Tomo um banho rápido e estou saindo do quarto quando ouço a porta da frente sendo fechada.
Não preciso pensar demais para lembrar como suas noites de sexta-feiras são ocupadas.
Volto para dentro do quarto e me afundo entre meus cobertores, implorando para que o sono chegue logo.
E ele chega... Mas traz uma série de sonhos de novo.
É quase uma da tarde quando ele aparece no sábado, vestindo a mesma roupa do dia anterior, e com os cabelos em total desordem. Seus olhos estão cansados e seus lábios parecem mais avermelhados do que o normal. Não demora para que eu repare nas marcas vermelhas de arranhões em seu pescoço.
O que ele faz ou deixa de fazer não tem nada a ver comigo. Repito como se fosse um mantra, e tento me convencer dessas palavras, mas continuo cravando as unhas em minhas próprias mãos. O gosto do ciúme se parece com veneno.
— Bom dia — Ele diz assim que percebe minha presença na sala. Sua voz embargada e arrastada deixa claro que ele está enfrentando uma ressaca.
— Tarde — Respondo com a voz baixa, e percebo seu olhar confuso recair sobre o meu. Ele se senta sobre o braço do sofá e continua me encarando com o cenho franzido e o pescoço levemente inclinado para o lado. Isso é o mais próximo que ficamos desde o dia em que conversamos sobre o que aconteceu, e o pensamento me deixa inquieta — Já é de tarde, Jimin.
— Você ficou me esperando? — A pergunta me pega de surpresa e vejo ele endireitar a postura, como se estivesse tentando prestar atenção em minha resposta.
— Não… — Respondo da boca pra fora, me forçando a olhar para longe das marcas vermelhas em seu pescoço.
— Então você não vai se importar se eu não voltar pra casa hoje também? — E a maneira como ele me olha me faz querer responder que sim, que vou me importar. Mas isso não faz parte da nossa relação, e me pego balançando a cabeça negativamente. Ouço um suspiro baixo escapar de sua boca e ele se levanta do sofá preguiçosamente, dando as costas para mim e seguindo na direção de seu quarto.
Três dias se passam sem novos encontros.
Só sei dizer quando ele está em casa porque ele parece ter adquirido meu péssimo hábito de tomar vários banhos por dia.
Durante a noite, tenho certeza que consigo ouvir seus gemidos abafados e roucos invadirem meu quarto, e chego a conclusão de que minha imaginação passou dos limites.
E é isso, estou realmente ficando louca.
Na segunda-feira, um amigo da faculdade aparece em casa para terminarmos um trabalho juntos, e resolve ficar para assistir um filme depois. Estamos sentados no sofá, dividindo uma bacia de pipoca e tentando, sem sucesso, controlar um ataque de riso. Estou com o rosto afundado na curva do pescoço de Yoongi enquanto ele insiste em fazer cócegas em minha barriga, tentando provar seu ponto de que sou a pessoa mais sensível que ele já conheceu.
Meus pulmões imploram por um descanso para poderem respirar direito, mas nem mesmo meus protestos o fazem parar, e logo estou sendo obrigada a deitar no sofá para me afastar de suas mãos. Não demora para que ele esteja avançando em minha direção novamente, voltando a me fazer soltar uma série de gritinhos agudos e desesperados. Suas mãos só param de se mover sobre meu corpo quando o som da porta da frente chama nossa atenção, e meu riso morre por completo assim que vejo Jimin paralisar ao abrir a porta e dar de frente com nós dois.
Yoongi se afasta depressa de mim, e tenho certeza de que isso só faz com que a cena pareça ainda mais errada.
Jimin finalmente fecha a porta atrás de si e, sem dizer nada, desaparece para dentro de seu quarto, e tenho certeza de que escuto o som de alguma coisa sendo quebrada.
Quase uma semana inteira se passa e Jimin permanece me ignorando. Agora nossos bom-dias e boa-noites se resumem a breves acenos, e a situação toda é completamente fodida e sinto que não vou suportar nem mesmo mais um segundo dessa maldita tensão. Passo a madrugada inteira de sábado rolando de um lado para o outro na cama, repassando mentalmente tudo que preciso falar para ele, mas todo meu esforço se esvai assim que ouço o som da porta denunciar sua chegada.
Penso em saltar da cama e ir atrás dele no mesmo segundo, mas respiro fundo e tento reunir toda minha coragem. Os segundos se arrastam e me engolem, e luto contra a vontade de deixar tudo como está.
Mas estou cansada demais de tudo, e preciso arruma as coisas.
Escuto o barulho do chuveiro sendo ligado e espero pacientemente até que o barulho da água cesse por completo e, antes que tenha tempo de pensar demais e me arrepender, saio do quarto ao mesmo tempo em que Jimin resolve sair do banheiro.
A imagem que encontro é o bastante para que eu tenha certeza de que o universo está tentando arruinar todos meus planos.
Droga.
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Spellbound.
A drabble based off Taeyon’s new song, I Got Love. Could really function for any male idol tbh, so imagine away ;)
Pairing: Any Male X Reader
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 400-ish
It’s easy.
Heat coils between your entwined bodies, a desperate entanglement of skin on skin, of heated, whispered words that make the dark tendrils of desire greedily take his mind away from everything and nothing at once. It’s easy, so easy to find himself lost, caught in this web of dark games, of lust and greed and sin.
Darkness covers the slick slide of his body on yours, hides the calculated drag of nails down his sweaty back and only obscures every breath puffed out from kiss swollen lips. It’s easy, so easy to let go, to push and pull in a parody of love, in a world that only screams of lust, of want.
It’s hazy, and he can’t think of anything of wanting more, just more, and only wants to be further entrapped in this beautiful spell. It’s alright, though, and he embraces the darkness veiling his eyes from everything. There’s no suspicion here, only those with power and the desire to feel it.
A string of saliva connects your lips as you pull back, fingers running along his arm in a sick fascination, and a pleased sigh sounds in response. It’s heavy, drunk on pleasure and wholeness, almost unaware. There’s something he’s missing, but in the movements of the dark, the alluring gasps and whimpers, nothing matters. But it still stands.
There’s only for taking here.
Hands pull desperately at you, needing more heat, more skin, just more. And, of course, the seductress rears its head, and you oblige, mouth trailing over his in a twisted lover’s caress, a promise of something sweet, unforgettable, sinful.
A tendril of doubt, small, plants in his mind. But as he gazes into your smouldering, heated eyes, and sees the kittenish curl of bright red lips, all is lost. Like the universe is turning over, he finds himself lost in the game, falls prey to wandering, purposed hands and the warmth pulling him in. Everything, for him, is a drunk dream of untold desire and want, but only you know the truth.
You’ve got love, and there’s no escape.
Written By: Admin Midnight :)
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Rankings of potential Idols/Groups on The Company Series
Potential List Ranking (total votes: 214)
3rd Gen
Twice (68.4%)
Red Velvet (68%)
BlackPink (44.2%)
Alice (16%)
Mamamoo (13.6%)
Momoland (13.6%
I.O.I (12.1%)
4th Gen
Itzy (71.5%)
Aespa (67.1%)
Le Sserafim (50.7%)
Gidle (44%)
IVE. (42%)
New Jeans (39.6%)
Izone (26.1%)
Kiss of Life (23.2%)
Nmixx (20.3%)
Fromis 9 (20.3%)
Stacy (15.5%)
Idols or Solist
IU (65.1%)
Somi (53.3%)
Tayeon (36.4%)
Sejeong (28.2%)
Seohyun (25.1%)
Sunmi (22.1%)
Noze (21%)
JINI (19.5%)
Chungha (18.5%)
Arin (16.9%)
Gong Seungyeon’s Sister (16.4%)
Jessi (15.9%)
Seol In-ah (13.3%)
Haeum Lee Jihyo’s Sister (12.3%)
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EXCITED - 01
Park Jimin
Sinopse: Quando você descobre que seu colega de apartamento leva uma vida dupla, as coisas fogem completamente do seu controle.
Gênero: Romance/Smut.
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Contagem de palavras: 2,588.
Avisos: +16.
Eu gostaria de matar a pessoa responsável por inventar os sapatos de salto alto. Assim que ouço a porta da frente bater e percebo que Jimin finalmente chegou em casa, ainda estou encostada no corredor da sala, travando uma batalha sem fim com o sapato que não se ajusta ao meu pé. Meu colega de apartamento aparece alguns segundos depois, carregando livros embaixo do braço e com os cabelos pretos em uma desordem que denuncia que seu dia foi uma completa bagunça.
— Precisa de ajuda? — Ele pergunta assim que se aproxima o suficiente e percebe o porque de eu estar apoiada na parede, usando apenas um dos saltos, enquanto continuo segurando o outro pé.
Antes que eu possa responder, ele já está se agachando em minha frente e colocando seus livros no chão, tomando o sapato de minhas mãos e me ajudando a calçá-lo. A armação redonda de seus óculos escorrega levemente em seu nariz, e percebo que o nó de sua gravata preta está ligeiramente frouxo, como se ele tivesse tentado se livrar da peça. As sexta-feiras são sempre assim. Ele chega em casa mais cansado do que o normal, como se tivesse esquecido sua alma na empresa de advocacia na qual está fazendo um estágio.
— Pronto — Ele diz quando finalmente consigo ficar sobre os dois saltos. Me abaixo para ajudá-lo a recolher os livros, mas ele recolhe tudo primeiro, ficando de pé e exibindo um sorriso gentil que não combina em nada com o desânimo presente em seu rosto levemente corado.
— Você não parece muito bem hoje — Digo e sinto vontade de me socar assim que termino a frase, porque é óbvio que ele não parece bem — Algum problema no estágio?
— O estágio inteiro é um problema — Ele suspira derrotado, e sinto vontade de o puxar para um abraço, na esperança de poder confortá-lo de algum jeito. Mas não somos tão íntimos assim, e apesar de dividirmos um apartamento por quase três meses, nossa rotina se resume a conversas curtas e pouco profundas.
A única coisa que sei é que para conseguir seu diploma, ele precisa completar horas de estágio, e a única empresa na qual conseguiu uma vaga parecer ser a grande responsável por suas noites mal dormidas. Fora isso, só sei que Park Jimin é o cara mais simpático e gentil que já encontrei, que é seis meses mais novo que eu, e que se não estivesse morando comigo, provavelmente estaria vivendo em uma das repúblicas e passando fome.
— Sinto muito — Respondo desanimada, porque é a única coisa que posso dizer, por mais inútil que essas palavras sejam — Eu fiz lamén e deixei um pouco pra você. Vou sair com umas amigas então o apartamento é todo seu até amanhã — Ele exibe um sorriso breve, e vejo seus olhos sumirem por um segundo, e isso é o que também sei sobre Park Jimin: ele é o dono do eye-smile mais bonito que já vi.
— Isso é ótimo, mas também vou ter que sair hoje — Ele suspira outra vez, deixando transparecer todo seu cansaço — Mas obrigado pela comida, noona… Se não fosse por você eu estaria passando fome — Sim, eu sei.
Escuto o interfone tocando e me despeço de Jimin depressa, dando as costas para ele e correndo pelo apartamento, ignorando os saltos e o fato de minha saia insistir em ficar subindo por minhas coxas.
Assim que salto para dentro do carro estacionado em minha porta, Yoona e Taeyon me recebem com sorrisos exagerados e risadinhas baixas, e tenho certeza de que as duas estão escondendo alguma coisa de mim.
— Eu conheço esses sorrisos, e eu não gosto do significado por trás deles — Digo, considerando a ideia de descer do carro até que elas me expliquem o que estão tramando, mas Yoona já trancou todas as portas, como se fosse capaz de prever minhas reações — O que vocês estão planejando?
— Já que você finalmente se livrou daquele maldito trabalho de sociologia, que te fez ficar presa em casa por quase dois meses, achamos que você merecia uma noite especial — Yoona fala com a voz baixa e cheia de uma inocência falsa. Felizmente, os quatro anos de amizade serviram para que eu soubesse exatamente quando ela está sendo tudo, menos inocente.
— Bom, é por isso que combinamos de sair para comer e ver um filme, não? — Relembro o plano original, mas já tenho certeza de que as duas resolveram mudar nosso roteiro sem me perguntar se eu estava de acordo.
— Você só precisa relaxar e aproveitar, ok? — Taeyon afirma, ligando o rádio e deixando claro que essa conversa precisa terminar por aqui — Nós temos tudo sob controle.
E é isso que me assusta.
É claro que não.
Elas não tem nada sob controle.
— Vocês só podem estar brincando comigo! — Exclamo, tentando me impedir de gritar e fazer uma cena, por mais que essa seja minha vontade. As duas continuam a me empurrar para dentro do clube noturno, ignorando minhas palavras e minhas tentativas fracassadas de fugir — Meninas, é sério! Essa é uma péssima ideia… Será que a gente não pode só ir jantar e ver um filme? — Nessa altura do campeonato já estou implorando, mas nem mesmo meus inúmeros pedidos de por favor são capazes de fazer com que elas desistam, e em um piscar de olhos estamos dentro do lugar, com mais uma dezena de outras garotas.
— Vai ser divertido! — Yoona parece ter roubado toda empolgação do mundo para ela, e por mais que eu queira acreditar em suas palavras, meu cérebro continua repetindo que não, não vai ser divertido.
— É sério, qual foi a última vez que você chegou perto de um homem? — Taeyon me pergunta enquanto continua tentando abrir caminho em direção ao bar. O que isso importa? Eu sou uma garota ocupada, e a falta de um homem na minha vida realmente não é um problema. E daí se não beijo ninguém há quase dois anos?! Sério, não é como se eu estivesse desesperada ou algo assim… Além disso, eu divido apartamento com um cara, e isso é mais do que suficiente!
Não é como se elas tivessem que me arrastar para um clube de striptease. Definitivamente não.
— Não é como se eu fosse beijar ou chegar perto de um dos dançarinos…
— Não, mas pelo menos você vai poder admirá-los e lembrar do que está perdendo — Yoona responde, e vejo Taeyon pedir três doses de soju a um barman — Talvez você coloque sua cabeça no lugar e esqueça um pouco dos livros, né?
E me pergunto porque ainda sou amiga dessas duas, ugh.
Depois de quase meia hora, e pelo menos quatro doses de soju e mais uma mistura de drinks coloridos, minha ansiedade finalmente começa a ceder e sou obrigada a assumir que, tudo bem, o lugar não é tão ruim assim. Na verdade, preciso admitir que até agora tudo está correndo perfeitamente bem, e que o fato de não ter homens babacas tentando a todo custo se aproximarem é um bônus interessante. As garotas ao nosso redor parecem tão animadas quanto Yoona e Tayeon, e assim que o primeiro dançarino da noite pisa no palco, tenho certeza de que vou acabar ficando surda até o final da noite.
Não sei porque, mas a primeira reação que tenho é a de rir. O garoto, que aparentemente atende pelo nome de Hoseok e tem os cabelos alaranjados, está sorrindo e rebolando ao som de uma música agitada, e enquanto uma gritaria insana engole o local, só consigo rir. Yoona e Taeyon me olham e começam a rir junto, e tenho certeza de que tudo isso é culpa das doses de soju viradas de uma só vez.
A minha risada, porém, se transforma em um riso de nervoso no mesmo segundo em que Hoseok começa a mover os quadris em uma série de movimentos explicitamente obscenos. Sinto Yoona cravar suas unhas em meu braço, e escuto Taeyon gritar que precisa de mais álcool e desaparecer em direção ao bar. A situação se torna mil vezes pior quando ele se desfaz da camisa branca e exibe uma série de tatuagens que contornam suas costelas do lado direito. Bom, talvez eu também precise de mais álcool.
— Acho que a gente devia ir embora agora mesmo — Grito no ouvido de Yoona, que se apressa em balançar a cabeça em um sinal negativo.
— A gente só saí daqui depois de ver os cinco dançarinos da noite! — Ela grita de volta, e puta merda, cinco dançarinos?! Nós realmente tivemos que pagar pra passar por uma tortura dessas? Isso é ridículo.
A primeira apresentação chega ao fim e o segundo dançarino logo surge no palco, e me pergunto como as pessoas ainda tem voz depois de gritarem tanto durante a primeira apresentação. Taeyon volta com mais bebidas para nós três, e passo o tempo inteiro concentrada em meu copo de bebida, porque tenho certeza de que o garoto dançando é mais novo do que eu, e me recuso a me sentir atraída por ele. De vez e quando me atrevo a olhar para frente e me arrependo amargamente, porque ele é novo demais pra estar se mexendo daquele jeito.
Há um pequeno intervalo entre a segunda e a terceira apresentação, mas assim que o dançarino de cabelos roxos surge no palco, as garotas vão a loucura novamente. Ele resolve interagir com a plateia que o assiste com olhos vidrados e o timbre rouco de sua voz parece ter ainda mais efeito do que seus passos de dança. Escuto uma garota ao meu lado choramingar e dizer que a existência dela depende de ter uma noite com um cara com esse, e fico ainda mais surpresa ao perceber que Taeyon está concordamento fervorosamente com isso.
— Bom, sua existência está bem ameaçada então, porque ele não parece muito acessível e você tem um namorado — Taeyon faz uma careta, me dando um empurrão de leve antes de terminar sua bebida.
— Bom, eu não estou fazendo nada de errado, e meu namorado sabe que estamos aqui porque trouxemos você! — Ela se defende, fazendo um biquinho que faz com que Yoona e eu caiamos no riso.
Já são quase duas da manhã quando o quarto dançarino aparece, e Yoona e Taeyon estão tão bêbadas que dão um jeito se irem ainda mais para perto de palco, fazendo questão de me arrastar junto. O garoto de cabelo castanhos parece inocente demais com os óculos redondos, mas então, em um piscar de olhos, sua expressão muda da água para o vinho e, em uma simples virada de cabeça, o óculos vai parar longe, e é isso: tenho certeza de que já vi demais por uma noite, e de que preciso ir embora agora mesmo.
— Eu realmente acho que é melhor a gente ir embora.
— Só falta mais um — Taeyon diz manhosa, e Yoona se apressa em concordar — E ainda tem o sorteio!
Não faço a menor ideia de que sorteio elas estão falando, mas sei que preciso de mais bebida se quiser aguentar mais uma apresentação. Enquanto as duas continuam gritando enlouquecidas para o moreno, resolvo ir até o bar e peço outro drink que tem muito gosto de frutas e pouco gosto de álcool, o que é um perigo. Considero a ideia tentadora de ficar por ali até o final da noite, e esperar até que as duas resolvam vir me encontrar, mas mesmo de longe consigo avistar minhas amigas olhando para trás e me chamando com as mãos. E tudo bem, eu posso fazer isso.
Falta só mais um.
Começo a abrir caminho entre a multidão novamente, tentando não derramar minha bebida, e assim que chego até as duas a música agitada desaparece e dá lugar a uma batida lenta e sensual. As luzes da casa noturna cessam quase que por completo, e minha vista demora para se ajustar a escuridão. Assim que isso acontece, percebo que o último dançarino da noite já está no centro do palco, virado de costas para nós. Um jogo de luzes fracas reflete sobre seu corpo, fazendo com que ele seja o único ponto iluminado em todo ambiente, e tenho certeza de que todos os olhares estão voltados em sua direção.
Suas roupas parecem bem mais elaboradas que as dos demais, o que chama minha atenção. Complementando a calça preta de couro, que se ajusta perfeitamente as suas coxas musculosas e bem delineadas, ele veste um casaco de tom vermelho escuro, coberto por uma série de detalhes brilhantes em prata. Seu corpo começa a se movimentar aos poucos, seguindo a melodia da música, e pela primeira vez na noite as pessoas parecem mais ocupadas em observar a apresentação do que em tentar explodir os próprios pulmões com gritos.
Porém, isso muda no mesmo minuto em que o dançarino finalmente se vira, ficando de frente para nós. Meu coração dá um pulo no peito ao perceber que ele está vendado, e que o decote da regata cinzenta que ele usa por baixo do casaco é extremamente revelador. Mesmo na escuridão, alguma coisa em seu rosto chama minha atenção, e me sinto incapaz de desviar o olhar. Suas mãos se movem na frente de seu rosto vendado, e uma delas segue na direção dos cabelos negros, jogando-os para trás ao mesmo tempo em que seus lábios se partem e ele parece soltar sua respiração em um sopro. Sinto minhas mãos se tornarem suadas, e mordo meu lábio inferior com força, me sentindo estranhamente atraída pelo moreno em minha frente.
A canção vai se tornando mais agitada aos poucos, mas o fato de ele estar se movendo sobre o palco vendado faz com que meu cérebro esqueça completamente de prestar atenção na música, ou nos gritos. É como se meu ponto de equilíbrio estivesse naquele cara desconhecido, e eu fosse obrigada a seguir cada um de seus passos, como se estivesse sendo hipnotizada pelo modo natural como seu corpo se ajusta a cada nova nota musical. Seus movimentos são leves e fluidos, e a sensação que começa a se alastrar por meu corpo não se combina em nada com seus passos organizados e harmônicos.
— Eles sabem mesmo como deixar o melhor pro final — Yoona diz alto o suficiente para que eu possa escutá-la, e é só assim que o efeito que o moreno desperta em mim parece se quebrar um pouco. Aproveito a deixa para voltar a beber meu drink, e com o canto dos olhos percebo que ele está de costas novamente, se livrando do casaco e deixando seus braços a mostra. Minha boca está cheia de líquido e ainda assim sinto como se eu estivesse caminhando a horas em pleno deserto do Saara.
Em uma questão de segundos, vejo o dançarino se abaixar e mexer nos cabelos antes ficar de pé novamente, girando lentamente e ficando de frente para nós. E não existe mais venda alguma. E então tenho certeza de que meu coração esqueceu qual sua função, e que o sangue parou de circular por minhas veias. A bebida que estava em minha boca voa para longe, e Yoona bate em minhas costas, e só então percebo que acabei engasgando. Taeyon está ocupada demais olhando para a apresentação, e não se dá conta de que estou a um passo de ter um colapso nervoso. Quero sair correndo dali, e tentar fingir que os últimos minutos não aconteceram, mas minhas pernas estão travadas. As várias doses de soju parecem ter se transformado em água, porque de repente estou sóbria de novo, e consciente demais de tudo que está acontecendo em minha frente.
Mas não... Não pode ser verdade.
Não faz sentido...
O que Park Jimin está fazendo aqui?
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Park Jimin
Sinopse: Quando você descobre que seu colega de apartamento leva uma vida dupla, as coisas fogem completamente do seu controle.
Gênero: Romance/Smut.
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Contagem de palavras: 2,453.
Avisos: +16.
Vejo Jimin jogar a cabeça para trás e deslizar os dedos pelo próprio pescoço, em direção a seu rosto, e quero fechar os olhos. Preciso urgentemente fechar os olhos e me impedir de assistir a todas essas cenas. Mas meu cérebro não parece capaz de obedecer e meus comandos, e continuo imóvel. Vejo suas mãos seguirem até a barra de sua regata, e tenho certeza de que ele vai se livrar dela, mas ele apenas levanta o tecido o suficiente para que a multidão exploda em gritos repletos de desespero, mas ainda assim minha voz permanece presa no fundo de minha garganta.
O volume dos gritos o faz curvar o canto dos lábios em um sorriso torto e tenho certeza de que estou errada. Não é o Jimin. Não pode ser o Jimin. Porque meu colega de apartamento estaria trabalhando como dançarino de uma boate de striptease? Isso não faz o menor sentido… Ele está quase se formando em direito, e e… E não pode ser ele. Park Jimin não seria capaz de dançar desse jeito, seria? E nem de fazer essas caras, e gestos e… E por que ele continua passando as mãos pelo próprio corpo?! Ele sabe o quão errado isso é?!
E, meu Deus, porque não consigo desviar o olhar? Quero engolir toda bebida de uma só vez, mas só percebo que derramei todo o líquido em minhas próprias pernas quando levo o copo até a boca e percebo que ele está vazio. Tento engolir a saliva, em uma tentativa fracassada de matar a sede que sinto, mas meus lábios permanecem ridiculamente secos, e meu coração continua e maltratar minhas costelas. Absolutamente tudo parece fora do lugar.
Meus olhos continuam presos em Jimin, e nem mesmo quando ele caí de joelhos no chão e começa a balançar os quadris e o tronco para frente e para trás, com uma lentidão que chega a ser uma tortura, sou capaz de olhar para longe. Minha respiração só parece escapar de meus pulmões quando a apresentação chega ao final, e todos os outros dançarinos se juntam a Jimin no palco, para agradecerem a presença de todas presentes. Não consigo prestar atenção em nada do que os outros garotos estão dizendo, porque toda minha atenção continua fixa em meu colega de apartamento, e no modo como o suor escorre por sua mandíbula, contornando seu pescoço e deslizando até suas clavículas expostas pelo decote da regata.
Por mais que tente lembrar, não consigo pensar em nada que faça o fato dele estar em minha frente, desse jeito, fazer sentido. Todas imagens que tenho dele se resumem a ele carregando livros ou usando suas camisas sociais e gravatas nos dias de estágio. O sorriso charmoso e que continua estampado em seu rosto corado em razão do calor não é nada semelhante ao sorriso gentil que ele exibe pelas manhãs, quando me dá tchau antes de ir para faculdade. O modo como suas roupas se ajustam perfeitamente a cada músculo de seu corpo também é uma novidade, e acabo me perguntando se ele realmente conseguiu esconder tudo isso de mim, ou se fui cega demais para não prestar atenção em seu corpo.
Estou ocupada demais tentando entender o porque dele, justo ele, estar parado em minha frente, parecendo uma verdadeira personificação de um filme pornô, quando ouço Yoona e Taeyon gritarem meu nome.
— É ela! Ela é o número 27! — Yoona grita, apontando para mim de modo incansável.
Pisco algumas vezes, voltando para realidade, e só então percebo que há uma luz sobre minha cabeça, e que as garotas ao meu redor estão gritando e batendo palmas, mas continuo sem entender o que está acontecendo. Por que todo mundo está olhando pra mim?
— Parece que já temos todas as sorteadas da noite! — Ouço o dançarino de cabelos roxos dizer, e assim que meu olhar retorna para o palco, vejo que ele está ao lado de Jimin.
Não demora para que nossos olhares se encontrem, e assim que as íris escuras de Jimin repousam sobre as minhas, seu sorriso relaxado desaparece de imediato e tenho certeza de que vejo seu rosto se tornar pálido. Ele dá um passo curto para trás, e vejo-o abrir a boca como se estivesse prestes a dizer algo, mas então a voz do dançarino de cabelos roxos, que parece se chamar Namjoon, volta a tomar conta do lugar.
— As garotas que foram sorteadas podem se dirigir para aquela porta para ganharem seu prêmio — Vejo ele apontar para uma porta localizada ao lado do palco, com um sinal de saída de emergência brilhando em letras em neon logo acima — E as demais podem aproveitar o restante da noite de vocês! Obrigado!
Os dançarinos começam a descer do palco, e meu corpo só volta a funcionar assim que Jimin desaparece de minha vista e sinto Yoona e Taeyon começarem a me empurrar, obrigando minhas pernas a se movimentarem contra minha vontade.
— O que aconteceu?
— Aconteceu que você continua sendo a mais sortuda de nós três! — Yoona grita em meu ouvido, e percebo que as duas estão me guiando na direção da porta, onde mais quatro garotas estão paradas.
— Não, é sério! — Tento gritar de volta, mas minha voz parece sair arranhada e baixa demais — Pra onde vocês estão me levando? A gente precisa ir embora! — Tento travar meus pés no chão, mas sou bem mais fraca que as duas juntas, e logo estamos parando na frente da porta indicada.
— A gente vai, assim que você receber o seu presente — Taeyon diz e sinto meu estômago se agitar sem permissão. A palavra presente faz meu coração dar uma série de cambalhotas desajeitadas dentro do peito, e tenho certeza de que preciso ir embora urgentemente, antes que a noite se torne ainda mais estranha.
— Eu não posso ficar… Vocês não tão entendendo, um dos dançarinos é o meu… — Mas a frase morre pela metade, porque não consigo pronunciar a palavra colega de apartamento em voz alta. Estou tentando pensar em outro jeito de escapar do que quer que esteja próximo de acontecer, mas meus planos são interrompidos quando vejo o primeiro dançarino aparecer na porta e puxar umas das garotas para dentro.
Uma a uma elas desaparecem, e a antecipação que sinto parece um monstro prestes a me engolir e me partir em mil pedaços. Só percebo que Taeyon e Yoona já estão longe quando olho para trás e vejo as duas seguindo na direção do bar, me mandando acenos e beijos no ar, em meio a risos. Não era pra noite ser assim. Era pra irmos jantar em algum lugar calmo e tranquilo, e assistirmos a um filme qualquer. Não era pra eu acabar em um clube das mulheres, e muito menos descobrir que o cara que dorme no quarto ao lado do meu leva uma vida dupla. Eu não precisava disso. Eu definitivamente não precisava disso.
Suspiro frustrada e volto a olhar para frente, me arrependendo na mesma hora. Jimin está parado na porta, e para meu alívio o casaco vermelho está de volta em seu devido lugar, o que faz com que se torne um pouco mais suportável olhar para ele. Assim que nossos olhares se encontram, vejo que ele abre a boca para falar novamente, mas nenhuma palavra escapa.
Só uma cratera se abrindo abaixo dos meus pés poderia me salvar dessa situação absurdamente desconfortável e bizarra, mas infelizmente sei que o chão não vai se abrir e que preciso eu mesma dar um jeito de melhor as coisas.
— Acho que eu preciso ir embora — Falo ao mesmo tempo em que começo a dar passos desgovernados para trás, mas estou a apenas alguns metros de distância quando umas das mãos de Jimin se fecha em torno de meu pulso, me fazendo parar de andar.
Seu toque quente faz com que uma corrente elétrica percorra toda minha pele, e puxo o braço para trás de modo completamente involuntário, vendo-o afastar a mão e desviar o olhar para baixo, parecendo envergonhado.
Quero dizer que está tudo bem, mas tenho medo de abrir a boca e acabar dizendo outra coisa, então fico em silêncio.
— Eu preciso te levar lá pra dentro — Ele diz, coçando a nuca e encolhendo os ombros. Tenho certeza de que nunca o vi tão desconfortável assim nesses três meses em que moramos juntos, e a sensação faz com que eu me sinta ainda mais culpada por ter descoberto seu segredo. Quero matar Yoona e Taeyon por terem me arrastado até aqui, mas também quero me matar por não ter dado o fora no segundo em que percebi que ele era um dos dançarinos. No que eu estava pensando?!
— Não, tudo bem… Você não precisa mesmo fazer isso — Quero que ele concorde e me deixe ir embora, mas seu rosto continua sério demais, e ele ainda parece incapaz de me olhar nos olhos. Minha atenção se desvia por um segundo para os fios negros de seu cabelo que estão cobertos de suor, e me obrigo a afastar o olhar. O lugar parece mais quente do que o normal.
— Eu meio que preciso… — E então ele ergue o rosto e seu olhar busca pelo meu, e sinto minha boca ficar seca novamente, porque seu olhar parece carregado de algo que não sei identificar, mas que faz com que meus nervos se comportem de maneira alarmada — Você foi sorteada, e faz parte do meu trabalho… Se eles não verem você lá dentro, vão descontar do meu salário — Ele me explica, e percebo que o tom de sua voz diminui cada vez mais, até que suas últimas palavras não passem de um sussurro.
Ele precisa do dinheiro… Acho que isso explica parte do motivo dele ter um trabalho extra.
Não faço a menor ideia do que vou encontrar atrás da porta, e começo a me arrepender de não ter perguntado sobre o sorteio para Yoona e Taeyon. Tudo que quero é virar as costas e ir embora, mas a culpa que sinto faz com que eu permaneça estática, incapaz de me mover. Jimin continua me encarando em silêncio, e eu faço o mesmo, e parece que vamos ficar nisso pelo restante da noite se nenhum dos dois tomar alguma atitude.
Como se pudesse ler meus pensamentos, meu colega de apartamento solta um suspiro baixo pelos lábios avermelhados e carnudos - e por que estou reparando nos lábios dele, meu deus - e então estende a mão para mim. Eu hesito pelo que parece ser uma eternidade, mas finalmente aceito sua mão, e preciso controlar a urgência de acabar com o contato no mesmo segundo em que ele tem início. Seus dedos envolvem os meus e minha pele parece queimar, e tento me lembrar se já senti isso antes. Jimin já me tocou uma centena de vezes, e isso nunca aconteceu. Por que minha pele parece formigar agora?
Preciso respirar fundo e me acalmar. Não posso deixar que isso mude as coisas entre nós.
Droga. A quem estou tentando enganar?
Tudo já parece ter mudado.
Ele começa a me guiar por um corredor longo e estreito, iluminado apenas por uma luz azulada e fraca. Não sei porque, mas por mais que eu tente me convencer de que não preciso ficar nervosa, e de que conheço Jimin há mais de três meses, nada disso me acalma. Na verdade, cada vez que adentramos mais no corredor, mais meu coração parece acelerar dentro do peito e sinto que o homem em minha frente é um completo desconhecido.
O fato de entrarmos em uma espécie de provador pequeno demais, e que contém apenas uma cadeira, não colabora em nada com minha tentativa de manter a calma. E o fato de Jimin fechar a porta atrás de nós torna essa minha tentativa inútil, e sou obrigada a desistir dela. É impossível manter a calma. Vejo ele encostar na porta e me observar, e quero implorar para que ele me diga o que fazer, porque nunca em toda minha vida me senti tão perdida e exposta. O brilho azulado da cabine faz com que o espaço ao meu redor se pareça com uma realidade paralela, saída de dentro de algum sonho esquecido. Uma música baixa e ambiente ecoa pelo quadrado pequeno, e sinto minhas pernas ficarem fracas, o que faz com que eu me obrigue a sentar na cadeira, porque tenho certeza de que não sou capaz de sustentar meu peso por muito mais tempo.
— Eu fui sorteada pra ter um show particular? — Digo brincando e forçando uma risada, e me sinto ridícula ao perceber que minha tentativa de quebrar a tensão é um fracasso.
— Algo assim — Jimin responde, e antes que eu perceba o que ele está fazendo, ele já está em minha frente, apoiando ambas as mãos no encosto da cadeira e me prendendo entre seu corpo. O cheiro de seu perfume invade meu olfato sem aviso algum e de repente sinto os efeitos do álcool implorando para fazerem efeito, mas a proximidade inesperada de Jimin me mantém sóbria demais.
Tenho certeza de que esqueço de respirar, e de que meus olhos estão arregalados e surpresos. A situação se torna ainda pior quando Jimin se inclina para frente e vejo seu rosto se aproximar cada vez do meu, e tenho absoluta certeza de que ele vai ser o responsável pelo problema cardíaco que estou definitivamente desenvolvendo por causa da sensação da sua respiração quente contra minha boca. Quando acho que ele vai cometer alguma loucura que vai me arruinar para sempre, ele afasta sua boca da minha e leva seus lábios até meu ouvido direito, e não sei se devo agradecer ou não por isso.
E droga, por que estou pensando nessas coisas?! Ele é meu colega de apartamento…
— Eu não queria ter que fazer isso com você... — O som baixo e rouco da sua voz me pega de surpresa, e fecho meus olhos involuntariamente, me agarrando ao timbre arranhando de suas palavras — Mas tem uma câmera atrás de você… E por mais que eu queira sentar e explicar tudo, isso não vai convencer eles de que estou fazendo meu trabalho — Ele se justifica, e apesar do tom de voz ridiculamente provocante, pela primeira vez na noite consigo perceber que o cara em minha frente é realmente meu colega de apartamento.
A ideia de estar sendo observada sabe-se lá por quem faz com que eu me remexa de maneira inconfortável na cadeira, e odeio admitir que isso me deixa ridiculamente excitada. Qual meu problema?! Além disso, o fato de eu estar ridiculamente sóbria, apesar de todo álcool que ingeri, me irrita profundamente. Prometo para mim mesma que assim que sair daqui vou ser obrigada a matar Yoona e Taeyon, mas antes disso preciso dar um jeito de escapar dessa situação, e parece que existe apenas uma solução.
— Tudo bem — As palavras escapam e fico orgulhosa por perceber que sou capaz de esconder meu nervosismo — Acho que é melhor você fazer o seu trabalho, então.
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