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↳ Index [Chapter 09 - Parasomnia]

Pairing: Namjoon x f.Reader

Warnings: Smut, dom!Namjoon, kissing, fingering, finger sucking, public sex in a library, he is being a little bit pushy, confusion

Wordcount: 7.1k

a/n: besties we are going down together

“Is this seat taken?”

You look up from your book, coming face to face with Kim Namjoon’s smiling face. His dark rimmed glasses are perched up on his nose and one single strand of his raven hair is hanging into his eyes.

“Uhm…not really, but do you have to?”

He laughs, cocking his right eyebrow up in surprise.

“Did I do something to deserve such a cold shoulder?” he asks.

“I honestly don’t want to talk”, you say and look back into your book.

You can feel him looking at you and the dozens of books you had piled up on the table before you. You try to ignore it.

“Vampires”, he says, studying your features, “you struck me as a lover for the supernatural the moment my eyes fell on you.”

You close the book on East European folklore and look at him with an exasperated sigh.

“What do you want Namjoon? Did Taehyung send you?”

“Taehyung?” Namjoon chuckles. He takes off his brown leather bag and sits down on the chair beside you, turning to you, “why would he send me?”

“Because of what happened last week? Obviously.”

Namjoon reaches for a book and opens it. He skims through it mindlessly, making you grind your teeth in annoyance. If he messes up the little markings you put in there, you will personally end him. He drags his pointer finger over a line talking about the horrors of blood drinking, closing the book afterwards. He looks into your eyes.

“I have no idea what happened between you and him. I’m actually here to gather research material for the paper I am due to write next week”, he explains, lifting his notepad so you could see it.

You cringe, “god sorry, I should have figured. Sorry for snapping at you, I’m just a little moody lately.”

“It is already forgiven”, he assures you with a sweet smile, “may I ask what happened? I missed you in our Tuesday lecture today.”

You sigh and shrug your shoulders.

“I honestly have no idea. I was with Tae, you know?”

He nods his head.

“And then the next morning he was gone and left a note saying I should stay in his wing. But then I grew hungry so I went downstairs to get a snack. And I met Jimin in the kitchen and then he cut my hand with a knife.”

“Oh dear, really?” Namjoon gasps.

“Yes, I mean it was an accident I guess. And then he tried to lick my wound clean, which was honestly really weird, and then Tae ran in on us and became all angry and like yelled at me and sent me away.”

“No way. That is not at all like Taehyung.”

“Right?” you agree, “it confused me so much. The entire situation.”

“Understandable.”

He reaches for another book, but you stop him with a firm grip around his wrist. He cocks up an eyebrow in question.

“I’m not finished with that one yet”, you tell him, pulling it from his grasp to place it on your lap instead.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to mess up your order”, he says and turns to the pile of marked books. He reaches for one and flips through it, “Creators…”

“Mhm?” you cock an eyebrow up at him.

“It is said that they are the ones who created the vampire species, hence the name”, Namjoon reads out of the book, “history says that around three millennia ago a group of friends was cursed by a sorcerer to insatiable hunger for blood. He made them immortal, and unlike with normal vampires not even removing their hearts could kill them. It was to ensure that they would never be able to escape their fate of spreading pain and misery on this earth.”

“Don’t read this, it doesn’t make sense”, you tell him and try to take the book from him.

But Namjoon continues reading, turning away slightly so the book was out of reach.

“There is another theory however and many believe it. It is said that they were in fact killable. It was said that a tree grew on the spot where the sorcerer consummated the curse and only a stake made out of its wood was able to kill them. It is said that one day, a group of brave warriors managed to lock all of them in a cave with magic and starve them to the point that they were too weak to fight back. Then they went in to pierce their hearts with the magical stakes.”

“Namjoon stop, I told you it’s stupid what I’m reading.”

“There is also the version of the story that they were all actually a family of bats which bit a person by accident and then turned them into a vampire. This story however is claimed to be the babbling of a drunken person” Namjoon finishes reading and closes the book.

He places it in its original place and turns to you.

“Are you working on a paper about the supernatural?”

“I’m…not actually”, you confess, cringing internally.

“Oh?” he closes the book and turns to you so your knees would be touching under the table, “so are you a believer?”

You laugh, shaking your head.

“No, not really just that…nevermind it’s silly.”

He tilts his head to the side in confusion.

“Please tell me”, Namjoon stresses, “I am sure you aren’t silly.”

For a moment you consider not telling him, but then you realised that he already found you caved up in the darkest corner of the library with dozens of books on the supernatural surrounding you. He couldn’t possibly think you any weirder if you told him.

“Okay, but first you have to promise me not to laugh at me”, you say and turn to look into his eyes.

“I promise”, he says, nodding his head.

“Okay so”, you take a deep breath, “do you know that feeling when you feel like sometimes you lose control over your own body?”

“Lose control?”

“Yes, as if someone else was controlling it for a moment while your consciousness is still trapped inside and is trying to escape. But it can’t, so you have to do what your body tells you to do whilst panicking inside. Do you know that feeling?”

Namjoon knits his brows, taking off his glasses to massage the bridge of his nose.

“I can’t say that I do, no”, he says, putting his glasses back on.

“Urgh”, you groan and exhale loudly, “because I’ve been feeling like this for weeks and I have no idea what is going on with me.”

You look at Namjoon when he doesn’t say anything. He seems lost in his thoughts as if your words made his brain work restlessly with possibilities. You scoot closer to him and open your notepad.

“I’ve been having these really weird occurrences happen to me lately. I do things I don’t want to do, find myself at places without any recollection of getting there, say things out loud I didn’t even know I wanted to say”, you push a hand scribbled list over to Namjoon, “and then there are these concerning blank spaces in my memory too. Here, I wrote all of them down.”

Namjoon takes the list and reads through it thoroughly.

“This does sound concerning indeed”, he murmurs, placing the list back down in front of you, “and you believe that this could have supernatural origins?”

“The logical part in my brain says no and that I’m an idiot for even thinking of it, but the dumb monkey part in my brain tells me that yes it could have supernatural origins. I mean – “, you scoot closer to Namjoon to whisper, “ – when Jimin cut my hand last week and tried to lick it clean, I’m pretty sure he bit me.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen before they start to race between yours rapidly.

“He bit you?” he gasps, looking over his shoulder in case someone had heard him, “are you certain?”

You take off the band aid on your palm, showing him the cut and the two puncture wounds above it.

“Tell me that these don’t look like bite marks to you.”

Namjoon takes your hand and inspects it with squinted eyes.

“I don’t know, they look like regular scratch marks to me.”

You pull your hand away, “don’t you dare start with this too. Taehyung said the same thing. They literally look like teeth marks, you can’t tell me differently.”

Namjoon lowers his eyes.

“Fine I must confess, they do look concerningly similar to bite marks", he agrees and scratches his chin, "perhaps he has sharp teeth?”

You click your tongue, reaching for a specific book and opening it on a specific page. The drawing of ‘a vampire’s anatomy’ looks back at you and Namjoon. There were red glowing eyes with Latin explanations scribbled next to them. And underneath a highly detailed drawing of vampire teeth showed the difference between their human counterparts.

“Do you see that?” you point at the long fangs, “that’s how sharp they have to be to leave marks like that. No human teeth are as sharp as that.”

“I have sharp canines”, he says and opens his mouth.

You inspect his surprisingly sharp canines, even going as far as to reach out and touch them. Your eyes meet.

“Uh sorry”, you pull your hand out of his mouth.

He closes his mouth, “don’t worry about it”, he assures you with a smile, “but you see? People can have sharp teeth.”

You groan and hide your face in the book.

“I knooow”, you whine, “and it shouldn’t even be an option, but ugh I just want to know what’s wrong with me.”

Namjoon reaches for another book, flipping through it and adding markings on a few pages when you aren’t looking. He places it in your bag, watching you wallow in self pity buried in the book you were currently skimming through.

“Tell me, are you and Taehyung an official couple?” he asks.

You raise your head with your brows furrowed.

“Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?”

“I am curious.”

“You really picked out the worst day to ask me that”, you mumble and lower your face back into the book.

“I apologize”, he looks at you from the corner of his eyes, “I assume that you aren’t anymore?”

You gnaw on your lower lip in contemplation, raising your head to sneak a glance at Namjoon before watching a group of students pass you by, they were whispering. You take a deep breath and release it through your mouth, sagging your shoulders.

“I don’t know what we are. Honestly I don’t even know if we ever were a couple in the first place or if I was a mere, fun diversion for him.”

“A diversion? Mhm I see”, Namjoon says and nods his head, “it wouldn’t be the first time”, he whispers.

“The first time?” you straighten up quickly, “what do you mean by that?”

He studies your features with his brows furrowed.

“Oh it’s nothing, you don’t want to know.”

“Okay, now you have to tell me. “

“It would only hurt you”, he says, shaking his head.

“Namjoon, you can’t start something and then backtrack. Tell me.”

He gives in with a sad sigh.

“Very well, if you really must know. Taehyung finds great enjoyment in female company and he does so often and in great masses.”

“Great masses? So you mean what we had was basically just another fuck to him?”

“Now, now these are your words, not mine.”

“But…he told me that he honours loyalty and that, that I make him happy.”

Namjoon frowns, scooting closer. He places his hand on your shoulder and squeezes gently.

“My deepest apologies ___, I really didn’t want to hurt you”, he says softly.

“No, uhm”, you turn away, “it’s not your fault, I wanted to know”, you murmur sadly.

You study the book on vampire anatomy before closing it harshly. You begin gathering all the other books, opening them on the pages you had marked and ripping out said markings. What were you even doing here? You are wasting your time on silly things. It is hopeless after all.

You reach the book through which you had skimmed, reaching for it but being stopped by his long fingers around your wrist. He pulls your hand closer to his torso.

“If there is anything I can do to make this easier for you”, he offers, caressing your knuckles, “perhaps you need a shoulder to cry on? A ready ear to listen? A soul to sit with in silence?”

“No uhm”, you send him a forced smile, “it’s fine, really. Thank you. “

“Are you sure? Because I feel terrible for telling you about Taehyung’s real intentions”, he says with his eyes filled with embarrassment.

“I’m…sure…”

Namjoon fixes his posture and presses his notepad to his chest. He lets go of your hand.

“Either way, I don’t want to keep you any longer”, he says and stands up, “I will be upstairs, looking for books on the human mind.”

He shoulders his bag and gives you a bow of his head.

“It was nice talking to you ___”, he says, taking a step back.

You watch him leave, finding it peculiar how quickly he is going to walk away again after literally ruining your hopes for a reignited future with Taehyung. It makes you wonder if there was more behind his words, an evil scheme to get you to hate Taehyung perhaps. Truly, for only a second you wondered if that could be true.

“Wait!” you call out and get to your feet.

Namjoon twists around, watching you jog up to him.

“Can I come with you?”

“Of course, it would be my honour”, he says and smiles.

“Great, that’s great.”

The upstairs library is almost empty at this time of the day as most of the students are either in their lectures or at home working on their papers. You pass by one single boy, reading through a book of mathematic formulas with his forehead creased in concentration, and then you already cross the corner into the psychology section.

Namjoon’s steps are silent, just as Taehyung’s steps always are.

“What are you looking for Namjoon?” you ask him.

“I am currently working on a thesis about the human mind and how stress can change it. I am trying to find this one particular book about said topic.”

“Huh”, you fall silent, fumbling with the straps of your backbag as you feel yourself get lost in your thoughts.

“Do you perhaps know which book I am talking about?” he asks you, making you look at him.

“Huh? No, uhm no. I was just…”, you zone out on the psychology books in front of you, “…thinking.”

Namjoon steps closer and touches your arm.

“Are you feeling alright?”

You shiver and look at him, realising as you blink and feel your eyes tear up that you had forgotten to blink in minutes.

“Yes I-I’m fine I was just thinking for a moment.”

“Thinking about what if I may ask?”

“Just what you said, about the human mind and it changing under stress”, you take a step closer, “do you think something like this is possible?”

“Of course it is, there are dozens of studies about it. Why? Are you considering writing a thesis about it as well?”

“No, it’s not…that”, you drift off and fall silent.

You begin looking through the dozens and dozens of books, looking for something but having no idea what exactly you are looking for. Maybe an answer. A logical answer to all the questions you were having. Why you were feeling so dizzy all the time, why your mind blacked out when you tried to remember certain days, why your body acted against your will in some moments, why you felt like you were gradually losing your mind. Perhaps you could find your answers here in those hundreds of books instead of silly ghost stories, perhaps there is one that finally has everything you were looking for.

He had followed you with his forehead showing great worry.

“Is this about the things happening to you?” he asks.

You pull out a book on Schizophrenia, flipping through it.

“They have to have an explanation. And we both know that freaking vampires are highly unlikely”, you say, placing the book back where you had gotten it from, “so my answers must be in the human sciences.”

“Have you talked to a professional already?”

“No, of course not”, you laugh, “how should I even start something like this? Hey Misses Psychologist, I feel like someone else is controlling my body as if I’m their little puppet? I’d feel completely silly saying that.”

Namjoon takes a book on sleep and dreams, flipping through it until he lands on one specific page.

“Well, then at least tell me when such occurrences happen. Is it during the day or at night?”, he turns the book so you could look at the page he chose, “perhaps you suffer from parasomnia without even realising that you do.”

“No it’s not sleepwalking. It’s just randomly throughout the day. Most of the times when I talk to…talk to uhm…talk to…to…talk…”

When exactly does it happen? Who are you talking to when it does? Or are you even talking to someone in the first place?

“I, I suddenly can’t seem to remember”, you murmur, “holy crap, I literally can’t remember.”

“Huh, peculiar”, Namjoon says and places the book back on the shelf, “peculiar indeed.”

“Namjoon, do you know now what I mean? It’s literally deleted from my brain, like it never happened. Am I going insane?” you ask, prancing from left to right nervously.

“Hey, calm down. Calm down”, he says, stopping you by placing his hands on your shoulders, “calm down, breathe.”

You take a deep breath with him and then another and another.

“That’s better”, he says and exhales with you, “how are you feeling now?”

“B-better I guess”, you stutter, shivering with your whole body, “urgh Namjoon, I literally feel like I’m going crazy. I’m normally always so sharp, but now I constantly feel all hazy.”

“Do you know about FTD?”

“Frontotemporal Dementia?” you gasp, “what? But that – no, just…no”, you shake your head.

“It could be a possibility.”

You laugh dryly, shaking him off.

“Nono, you just want to scare me”, you say and turn to walk away.

This can’t be it. You would have noticed sooner and the symptoms would be different too. This doesn’t feel like you imagine it to feel like. This is different. It’s different. It must be.

“I apologize if I scared you”, Namjoon had caught up with you, wrapping his fingers around your wrist, “come now. Don’t run away, I am trying to help.”

“Then don’t start off with the worst possibility out there”, you say and send him an icy glare.

“I’m sorry”, he says, bowing his head in apology, “it was just an idea, I wasn’t saying that you had it.”

You stop, “urgh I know”, you whine, “I’m sorry, I was a little rude right now. I’m just slowly losing my mind from not knowing what is going on. On top of actually losing my mind. So yeah, I’m losing my mind.”

Namjoon chuckles.

“It seems like you are losing your mind”, he jokes, earning himself a nudge to his chest.

“You are not helping”, you hiss.

Namjoon places his hand over yours and laughs softly. You look into his eyes, frowning for only a second before you break into laughter too.

“Gosh”, you laugh, “I’m literally going to cry, this is driving me insane.”

“Hey now, don’t cry I’m here now”, he says softly and drapes his arm around your shoulders, “we will figure this out together.”

You look up at him. He is so close that you can smell his aftershave. Cedarwood. It suits him.

“Thank you Namjoon, that’s really sweet of you”, you whisper, gazing at his dark brown eyes for a little too long, “you know, I thought you were a complete snob, but you are actually really sweet.”

His deep chuckle vibrates in his chest, you can feel it against your arm.

“Many people think like that. I think it’s the hair.”

“I think it’s the way you give yourself and also the clothes too.”

He chuckles.

“Do you have something against my clothes?”

“Not at all, they just look a little intimidating.”

His eyes crinkle up in a laugh, his voice bouncing off the shelves like a sweet song of amusement.

“Oh ___, you are adorable”, he says, pulling your closer until you can practically feel his body heat creep into your muscles.

You feel your cheeks heat up and your heart flutter. He is so close that you slowly get the feeling that he wants to kiss you. So you turn your head away and clear your throat.

“Uhm, uh sorry I was staring”, you say, wiggling out of his hold.

“I didn’t mind”, he assures you, peeking at you over the brim of his glasses.

You look away again, shaking your head to get rid of the heat on your cheeks.

“Either way, uhm”, you pause to cough, “what book are you looking for?”

“Don’t worry about it, I already found it back there”, he says and points over his shoulder.

“Are you not going to get it?”

“Later.”

He steps closer. You take a step back.

“What are you doing?”

He closes the distance between you and him, pushes you against a bookshelf and kisses you deeply. You squeak, eyes opened widely and throat constricted in shock. You couldn’t escape even if you tried to, he is towering over you, caging you in with his toned body and strong grip. He is so into this kiss with his eyes squeezed closed and his chest vibrating in a guttural moan, plumb lips dancing with yours desperately. You whimper, closing your eyes as looking at him felt too flabbergasted to do. You still don’t know if you actually wanted this and you still don’t know once he pulls away. You just know that your lips are tingling in the memory of his kiss and you feel lightheaded and breathless.

“Why did you do that?” you whisper.

“Because I couldn’t resist”, he rasps, minty breath fanning over your face. His hands are propped against the bookshelf above your head, the smell of his aftershave became stronger.

“But – you don’t even know me.”

“I’ve talked with you enough to know that your mind has enchanted me.”

“My mind?” you laugh nervously.

“I mean that you are so smart and witty that it does things to my body.”

You feel heat kiss your cheeks again.

“You think I’m smart?”

“Very”, he rasps.

“And that’s sexy to you?”

“Yes, very.”

You giggle, averting your gaze to the floor. He tilts your head up with his pointer finger under your chin.

“Don’t turn away from me, please let me see that pretty smile”, he whispers.

“Stop it.”

“Why?” he asks in a chuckle.

“Because you are flustering me.”

"Why is that bad?"

"I, I don’t know."

“Adorable”, he says, drawing closer.

You giggle, lowering your head, “Namjoon don’t”, you whisper.

Namjoon stares at your lips with half-lidded eyes, smirking lazily.

“Please ___, just one more kiss”, he rasps, drawing closer again.

Truly, your heart is racing unbearably. You look into his eyes then at his lips. They are so tempting, so plumb and pouty. Namjoon leans closer, stopping just milimeters away form your lips.

“One more, beautiful”, his minty breath is tickling your lips, “pretty please?”

You are truly a goner at this point. Namjoon is such an attractive man and he wants to kiss you. This feels so wrong and yet you feel your ever fibre aching for it.

“Yes”, you whisper.

He acts the moment he has your consent. He kisses you deeply, tasting your gasp. Your eyes are closed in an instant, brows furrowed and fingers grasping the front of his turtleneck. Your neck is strained from having to tilt your head up to reach him. Namjoon steps even closer, adding more strain to your neck, cradling you in his strong arms. He adds tongue to the kiss, licking over your lips until you allow him entrance. Oh how hungrily he explores your mouth, showing you just by the way his tongue dances with yours that trying to take control would be fruitless for you.

He moans deeply and rolls his hips into you. Holy fuck. He’s is completely hard. How much power do you have over him? You haven’t even kissed for more than five minutes.

“Fuck, beautiful”, he breaks the kiss, chuckling lazily, “do feel that? That’s how much I craved you ever since I opened that cursed door for you.”

“Are you serious?” you gasp. He had wanted you ever since your first day here?

He nods his head, staring at your lips obsessively.

“Touch it.”

“What?”

“Feel how hard you make me”, he rasps.

You blame it in his devilishly handsome face, but your hand travels down to his crotch and palms his hardened cock. You would not have done this three months ago when you first walked through that threshold with Namjoon by your side, but you became so brazen these days that cupping a man’s cock in the middle of the library sounds like a good idea in your thirsty mind.

“Fuck baby”, Namjoon groans, eyelids fluttering. He chases your touch with eager rolls of his hips, drawing closer until he has your neck under his lips.

You shudder, tilting your head back. Namjoon’s deep grunts ring in your ears, your skin tingles where he drags his teeth down your neck. It tickles so much, your heart is doing somersaults in your chest.

“Can I touch you too?” he whispers, “please, please?” he adds and sucks on your most sensitive spot.

“Ah! Yes!” you exclaim, shivering.

His touch is instant, as if he just asked for your consent. He touches your shoulder first, dragging his hand down your body until he has your clothed breast in his palm. You feel the sensation all the way down to your toes. You gasp, arching into his touch for more, but too late. Namjoon’s hand has already travelled further down your body, opening the button of your jeans. Your muscles tense, a gasped moan leaving your lips. He soaks it up hungrily, smirking darkly as his fingers disappear inside your jeans, now playing with the hem of your panties. God, it makes you feel so shy. You picked out the ugliest panties to wear today.

He breaks away, keeping his lips close enough that they would ghost over yours as he speaks.

“Do you want me?” he asks.

“I want you”, you answer him before your brain could even process his question. And it is true, you want him so much that your knees are shaking. Truly, you became such a brazen woman.

“Good”, he rasps, slipping his hand inside your panties to drag his fingers through your folds.

You tense and gasp, back of your head hitting the shelf as you flinch away in surprise. Your hand falls from his cock, grasping his hip instead. He draws closer, letting two of his fingers disappear inside of you as his thumb begins rolling circles on your clit. It burns as he slips inside, making you mewl.

“Relax”, he rasps, leaning down to kiss your neck, “you’re so tight, it’s going to hurt if you keep clenching like that”, he whispers, carrying a certain teasing tone in his voice.

“Y-your fingers are so t-thick”, you whine, basking in his neck kisses while at the same time feeling like he might rip you apart.

“Hush, it’s okay. Relax”, he breathes, nibbling on your earlobe, “it will get easier.”

“B-but it’s too m-much.”

“Sssh it’s okay”, he silences you with a kiss.

You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut. You push at his chest, making him stumble.

“Please slow down”, you plead.

“Does it hurt?”

You nod your head, lower lip trembling.

“Then let’s try one, alright?” he says softly and slips one of his fingers out. He curls the one still inside, rolling figures of eight on your clit at the same time, “how does that feel?”

“B-better”, you stutter, gasping for air.

“There we go beautiful. You’re a good girl aren’t you?” he rasps, curling his long finger inside of you.

“Ah”, you gasp, grasping the hair at the nape of his neck.

Namjoon lets you pull him closer, lowering his eyes seductively.

“I know you are. Always looking so pretty, always smelling so nice, always being so tempting. You’re such a good, good girl.”

He presses the flat of his palm against your clit, grinding it against you smoothly. You gasp and shiver, twisting his hair.

“I-I can’t”, you stutter.

“What?”

“I-it’s too much”, you stutter and moan, “ah Namjoon”, you sigh, arching into him.

Namjoon smiles darkly, “oh beautiful. How else should I stretch you out so you can take my cock?” he asks, curling his finger, “I have to prepare you, your little body wouldn’t be able to handle me otherwise”, he says with a cocky smirk in his voice.

His words make your knees wobble, his touch steals your ability to answer him.

“W-what? Here? B-but people…” you pant.

“You just have to be quiet”, he draws closer, “I know you can do this for me.”

“But…Taehyung”, you choke out.

Namjoon halts his movements, your mind clears for enough seconds for you to realise what you had just said.

“Why are you mentioning him when I am the one giving you pleasure?” he hisses.

Your eyes meet. They are darker than before, carrying jealousy.

“I’m dating Taehyung”, you whisper.

“Oh? So now you want to feel guilty? When you are soaking my fingers while your heart is racing in your chest?”

You swallow nervously.

“H-how do you know that my heart is racing?” you force out.

“Doesn’t matter”, he dismisses you, moving his fingers again, “concentrate on the pleasure I give you.”

You gasp, arching into him with your eyelids fluttering. Whatever the fuck just happened to your body in the time you were speaking to him you feel like you might literally fall apart.

“What, what is this?” you gasp, writhing in his arms. You are almost ripping his hair out, it feels like you have wet yourself just from how much arousal has suddenly collected in your pants.

“This”, he slips a second finger inside and fingers you quickly, “is what I can give to you if you just stop thinking about pathetic, little Taehyung for one second”, he growls, rolling his thumb on your clit with such force your knees actually give up on you.

“Oh god! Yes!” you exclaim, twitching uncontrollably.

“There we go, I knew you couldn’t resist me. Nobody can”, he challenges, kissing your neck sloppily, “you’re mine now.”

“Yours…”

“Yes, exactly little one. Mine.”

He slips his fingers free, sticking them into his mouth instead. He sucks harshly, eyes rolling to the back of his head in pleasure. You are gawking at him, feeling at a loss of words.

You just wanted answers to your questions. Answers to why Taehyung would only see you as a quick fuck. Answers to why your body is doing things against your control, just like right now. You are so wet, so fucking wet that it is literally soaking your panties and it confuses you so much. Why are you so wet? Why are you literally shaking in the desire to feel Namjoon’s fingers again? Why are so out of breath from pleasure when you know that your body needs a lot more to feel that breathless? You know your body, your needs, the way it likes to be touched and yet right now your knees are weak and your core aches for a touch of Namjoon. How is he that good?

He pulls them free, moaning sinfully. His plumb lips curl into a dark smirk, his long tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“Fucking shit, you’re so sweet”, he says, voice deep and raspy. He almost sounds like you imagine a hungry demon to sound like. He swallows heavily and you swallow right with him.

He lowers his head, eyes locking with yours. But you don’t notice his eye contact, staring at his teeth with your heartbeat speeding up. Are you going insane or have they grown?

“Look at me”, he orders and your body obeys, “there we go, beautiful.”

He grabs the back of your neck, smearing his spit all over your skin. You squeak, knees wobbling as the sensation of his touch shoots through your veins like electricity.

“Now turn around and bend over”, he orders, doing the work for you.

You part your legs for him on instinct, quivering when you can feel his cock rub against your ass.

“So arched for me”, he observes, “you are such an obedient little pet.”

He tugs on your jeans in an attempt to undress you, making you gasp.

“So pretty”, he chuckles, “gosh ___, I can’t wait to have you bared for me.”

He reaches to the front and lets his hand slip inside your jeans to draw circles on your clit. You gasp, shivering uncontrollably. You have to bite down on the tip of your tongue in order not to scream. Why are you so fucking sensitive? What is happening?

“That’s it, you are doing so well. You know that I can only fuck you once you are nice and relaxed”, he leans closer, “we don’t want it to hurt, do we?” he teases.

“No”, you mewl, shaking your head vigorously while chasing his touch with a needy roll of your hips.

“Of course not. So relax for me, I won’t hurt you.”

“N-Namjoon I don’t know about this”, you confess, “what if someone sees us?”

“Nobody is here, don’t worry”, he assures you.

He tugs on your jeans again, managing to slip them halfway down your butt. You mewl and dig your nails into the wood of the bookshelf.

“So pretty, gosh ___. Do you want me to eat you out for a while?”

“I, I don’t know”, you choke out.

“Or can you relax for me? Let me undress you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well what do you want?”

“I don’t know.”

“Fine, then I will try again”, he says, tugging on your jeans a third time.

You squeeze your eyes shut.

“Excuse me! What the hell do you think you are doing? This is a public library!”

Namjoon is gone from your body in an instant.

“Good Sir, you must have picked out the worst time to run in on me”, Namjoon says with a dark chuckle.

“I think the timing was perfect. How dare you do such awful, disgusting deeds in….” the voice of the librarian drowns out behind you.

You acted quickly, pulling your pants back up and running down the hallways until you could see the exit. You bumped shoulders with a girl as you ran, finding no time to apologize as you kept on running and running.

This is so embarrassing, you are literally going to die in a hole now. This is exactly what you didn’t want to happen. Now you will never be able to show yourself in this library ever again. Oh god what have you done? Why are you so stupid? You never should have said yes. This was such an idiotic idea.

“Hey! ___!”

You run faster, down the stairs. Quick, quick, quick.

“Don’t run away!”

You can’t face him. Not anymore. You are way too embarrassed. Not only did you almost allow him to see you naked from the waist down, but he is the reason you are in this predicament in the first place. You don’t want to see him.

Namjoon waits for you at the end of the stairs, making you collide with his chest.

“Holy shit!” you scream, making everyone in the hallway look at you.

Namjoon catches you before you could fall.

“Careful.”

“How the fuck did you get here?! You were behind me!”

“I wasn’t, you just didn’t see me pass you”, he says.

“See you pass me”, you repeat, feeling dizzy in your head, “you passed me.”

“Exactly”, he smiles, “now tell me, how are you feeling?”

You shudder.

“God damn it Namjoon”, you whine, hitting his chest softly, “I told you that this is a bad idea. Now we can never go back there.”

Namjoon chuckles.

“Don’t worry, I fixed it”, he assures you, “he won’t remember a thing.”

“He – Namjoon he ran in on you waving your dick around.”

Whispering and gawking. People are staring at you as they walk by, whispering to each other. You feel your cheeks heat up most ardently.

“Come on, let’s go outside. Fewer people”, Namjoon says, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“No, I don't want to hold your hand. You idiot embarrassed me so much”, you whine.

Namjoon chuckles and drapes his arm around your shoulder instead.

“Very well, then let’s hold each other like that instead.”

You groan, “fine.”

Namjoon leads you outside in silence. You squint your eyes as you walk, needing it to concentrate better. You are pretty sure that you are not supposed to be so clingy with him. You can’t remember a time before today that you were that clingy with him and yet the more you try to remember if this was true, the more it feels like you and him had been lovers for ages. This would explain why he tried to love you in the library or why you felt so giddy while he was doing it. But then. Did you really feel giddy? Why does it feel like you didn’t? You can’t remember.

“So”, Namjoon turns you to him, “now it’s just you and I. How are you feeling?”

“Weird and dizzy”, you confess.

“It must be the shock. Don’t worry, he won’t remember a thing.”

“How? Joonie, he ran in on us wanting to make love.”

“I know my beloved, but I fixed it”, he steps closer, “like always.”

“Like always”, you smile, “gosh Joonie you always know what to do.”

“I know”, he smiles and kisses you.

You gasp, wanting to wrap your arms around his neck. You stop before you could. No! You break away, stumbling back.

“Holy shit no!” you blurt out, pressing your hands over your mouth, “what the actual hell just happened?”

Namjoon tilts his head to the side.

“You tried to kiss me and then panicked”, he explains, “don’t worry I wouldn’t have minded.”

“I tried to kiss you?”

“Yes.”

“Urgh I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me today”, you sigh, sinking down on one of the many benches.

He sits down next to you, placing his hand on your knee.

“Hey it’s okay. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Okay but first you have to promise me not to laugh at me”, you say and turn to look into his eyes.

“I promise”, he says, nodding his head.

“Okay so”, you take a deep breath, “do you know that feeling when you feel like sometimes you lose control over your own body?”

“Lose control?”

Namjoon knits his brows, taking off his glasses to massage the bridge of his nose.

“I can’t say that I do, no.”

“Urgh”, you groan and exhale loudly, “because I’ve been feeling like this for weeks and I have no idea what is going on with me.”

You look at Namjoon when he doesn’t say anything. He seems lost in his thoughts as if your words made his brain work restlessly with possibilities. You scoot closer to him and open your notepad.

“I’ve been having these really weird occurrences happen to me lately. I do things I don’t want to do, find myself at places without any recollection of getting there, say things out loud I didn’t even know I wanted to say”, you pull out a hand scribbled list and hand it to Namjoon, “and then there are these concerning blank spaces in my memory too. Here I wrote –“

You feel your blood freeze in your veins.

“What is it?”

“We, we had this conversation already.”

He laughs, tilting his head to the side.

“No we didn’t.”

“Yes we did! When, when we were in the library a-and you asked me if I was okay. I, I – “, you gag in panic, “holy shit what is happening to me?”

Namjoon rubs circles on your back.

“Have you tried waking up?”

“Waking up?”

Namjoon opens his mouth and screams. You cower away, covering your ears at the intensity of his scream.

You gasp, sitting up harshly. His screams have morphed into the beeping of your alarm clock. You slam your hand on it and fall down with a groan.

Another dream?

You rub your eyes, realising that you had been crying.

“What’s wrong with me lately?” you choke out.

You are so sure that this wasn’t a dream. It was too real to be a dream. Everything was too real. You can remember walking to the university with your shoulders sagging because you felt sad from your fight with Taehyung. You can remember eating lunch with the boys of Sanguis and trying to distract yourself by laughing with them. You can remember missing out on your Tuesday Latin lecture because you remembered the fight with Taehyung and felt too sad to attend the lecture. You remember reading books on vampires and then…. your head aches so badly that you actually groan and sit up.

“Holy fuck”, you choke out, almost throwing up at the pain.

It stops as soon as you stop trying to remember what happened after you read the books on vampires. You breathe out in relief, fixing your posture.

Perhaps you were actually dreaming all of it. If you weren’t dreaming then you would be able to remember the rest of your day. It must have been a really vivid dream, nothing more. It was still Tuesday and you were still running terribly late for your study date with Namjoon.

You roll out of bed and hurry to the bathroom.

Yes, you need to get ready for your study date with Namjoon. You promised to see him in the library today.

You leave after eating breakfast, not once looking at your clock which displays the time next to a clearly written Wednesday.

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Sweeter than Sweet (45)

Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x reader, Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader + others as the story progresses

Warnings: Sexual references

Word count: 3.7K

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You do return to the garden to finish your night’s work eventually, once you’re absolutely certain you’ve given it enough time for Namjoon to have moved on. You’d sat on Jimin’s bed whilst Nova ate, waiting; absentmindedly wrapping the strands of Namjoon’s scarf around your fingers as you’d stared off into space, trying to make sense of what had just happened. For all the thinking that you’d done, however, you were still no more none the wiser about what to do next by the time you stepped back outside.

Namjoon’s made so much progress lately that you don’t want risk undoing it all by avoiding and isolating him again, but then again, neither do you want him to getting the wrong idea and thinking you’ve changed your mind about the two of you pursuing a romantic relationship. If Jimin was open to the prospect of it, and all Namjoon wanted was to have for you for a night here and there, then of course you’d be on board. After all, it’s not like you’re oblivious to the sexual chemistry between the two of you - if you ever did end up in bed with him you’re sure it’d be an occasion worthwhile remembering, to say the least - but the things Namjoon said don’t make it sound like a casual hook-up is all he’s interested in. It’s like he wants to own you, and that could prove problematic given that you’ve already got two possessive men in your life, nevermind another one who really doesn’t seem as though he’s the sort to share.

When you’re finally done gardening for the night your head’s aching just as much as the rest of you. You drag yourself inside, grimacing with every step, with the full intention of having a good, long soak in the bath before Jimin gets home to make yourself feel better. When you get to his room, however, you gleefully realise you’re too late; he’s already home, back earlier than usual, and already part-way through changing out of his blood-stained clothes.

“You’re home early!” you observe happily, grinning when his head reappears from underneath his t-shirt. His hair’s a mess but he looks adorable, and the smile he with which he greets you with lights up his whole face as you walk into his arms for a much-needed embrace.

“You know what Taehyung’s like; he’s messy, but at least he’s fast.”

“Amen.” You feel Jimin nuzzle his face into your hair and hear him inhale as he squeezes his arms where they’re wrapped around your shoulders, but then just as you’re starting to get comfy he suddenly releases you, wrinkling his nose.

“You’ve got soil in your hair.”

“I do?” You pat the top of your head as Jimin chuckles at you, picking it out for you with an affectionate gleam in his eyes. “I’ve been out in the garden all night - I was just about to head into the tub.”

“What a coincidence - so was I.” Jimin’s smile grows as he swiftly begins to undo his belt, making a start on his pants. You can’t help but giggle at how eager he is when he reaches out to you, clearly intending to even out the score. a sight to behold stood there in just his boxers and nothing else, He starts to pull at Namjoon’s scarf but at the very moment he touches it his hands fall abruptly still, his grip on the soft fabric loosening. “I’ve seen this before…” he says quietly, almost to himself, a frown forming on his face.

Panic grips your chest, squeezing your ribcage so tight it suddenly feels like a struggle to breathe.

“Who gave you this?” No point in lying; Namjoon’s scent is practically woven into the wool, and if you can smell it then Jimin must certainly be able to too.

“He just didn’t want me to get cold,” you reply, chewing on the inside of your cheek, nervous. Jimin’s eyebrows remain lowered as he turns the length of the scarf over in his hands, his eyes fixed on it, quiet.

“Did he tell you this belonged to his sister?”

“He might have mentioned it…” He nods shortly and then begins to unwind it from your neck, wearing an expression that’s difficult to read. You’d anticipated jealousy or anger from him, but if anything Jimin just looks a little worried as he busies himself unwrapping it from around your neck.

“You two have gotten closer just lately, haven’t you?” Jimin asks calmly, placing the scarf on the set of drawers nearby and then returning to start unbuttoning your blouse.

“I guess,” you answer non-committedly, shrugging your shoulders as his hands pass over them to slip off your top, “It’s not like… y’know… We just talk about books… and stuff.” Ok, so it’s not the whole truth but it’s pretty damn close. Besides, you have no intention of doing anything you shouldn’t with him, and Namjoon knows that too. Sort of.

“I know.” He gently touches your face, a smile tugging at his lips for just a moment before he starts to work on removing your jeans too. “I trust you, and it’s good that hyung is coming down from his tower once in a while.” Jimin slides your jeans down over your hips and chivalrously squats down to help you step out of them, foot by foot. “But just… be careful. He has a tendency to get fixated on things - obsessive - and I don’t want him mistaking your kindness and friendship for more than it is.” An unsettling sensation like cold water trickling down your spine comes over you on hearing Jimin’s warning but you try your best to look un-phased as he straightens up again, flashing him a false smile.

That’s not what’s happening is it? Sure, Namjoon seems to have a little bit of a crush on you, but it’s harmless, right? Just a misunderstanding that should’ve been settled with that conversation the two of you just had; the conversation that ended with him kissing you for a second time. Ugh, what a mess.

Jimin places his hands on either side of your neck, thumbs brushing your cheeks as he steps towards you to bring your half-naked bodies into contact.

“He’s powerful, kitten, and he’s used to getting his own way. I can’t be here to protect you all the time.” The hairs on your arms rise, and you hope he doesn’t notice it.

“You really think he’s dangerous? You two used to be friends.”

“A long time ago.” Jimin sighs heavily, his shoulders lifting and falling with the weight of it. “I would’ve never believed Namjoon would ever seek out a vampire, or murder his parents or…” He trails off, shaking his head. “But here we are. I don’t know what he’s capable of or whether he’s dangerous or not, but I won’t risk losing you.” You can see the emotion in his eyes as he leans in to kiss you, and when your lips meet you can feel your heart thud hard in your chest, your love for him flowing through your veins with every beat.

“I’ll be careful then,” you promise as you part, uttering it softly against his mouth, your eyes still closed. “I love you, Jimin.”

“I love you too.” He smiles, his hands leaving your neck to take yours instead, pulling you towards the bathroom. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”

Although what Jimin had said had undoubtedly shaken you up a little, it’d been all too easy to forget about once he’d pulled you into the tub with him. He’d been so sweet and attentive as he’d cleaned you both up, his gentle hands gliding over every little inch of you beneath the water and the bubbles, and though his touch had started out as perfectly innocent it hadn’t taken long to turn into something more, as it so often always does.

Impatient to have you, Jimin had scooped you out of the bath and carried you back to his bed with you both dripping wet to once again soil what he’d just so dotingly cleansed. He’d taken you from behind, pressed flat on your stomach and tugging on the sheets as you came again and again, a whimpering mess by the time Jimin had finished with a grunt and a groan and his fingers knotted in your hair, and now you’re lying in a myriad of wet patches with Jimin panting at your side, your hands intertwined in the space between you.

You don’t know whether it’s bath water or bodily fluids that you’re lying on, but honestly you don’t care. You’ve never been happier than when you’re in the middle of a Jimin-induced post-coital glow like this, and the look on your face when your turn your head to gaze at him is one of a love that’s bordering on infatuation. Thankfully Jimin looks just as besotted as you do, staring back with a small smile playing on his lips and squeezing your hand in his.

“We’re gonna need to change these before we go to sleep,” he comments after a minute or too, no longer breathless, patting the mattress. His hair’s a complete and utter mess, still damp enough to be shiny but too dry to be in any way salvageable in terms of style; not that yours is probably any better.

“I think you’re right,” you smile back, fighting back the yawn that threatens to overcome you and failing miserably at doing so. Jimin’s smile has grown wider by the time your mouth finally snaps closed again, and after giving your hand one more final squeeze he sits up, pulling you with him.

“C’mon sleepy head, looks like we should probably do it sooner rather than later.” You groan as Jimin fetches clean bed linen from the closet, refusing to even get up off the mattress until he’s pulling out the sheet from under you. You hate changing the bed; it always takes your far longer than it probably should, and at some point you always end up with the pillowcases inside out, or get lost amongst the giant duvet cover, turning yourself into an accidental ghost. Why can’t he just have a second clean, dry bed that you can hop straight into, rather than having to faff about with all this?

Now that you think about it, though, you do have a second bed that you know you’re always welcome in; one that’s right down the hall and contains certain someone you’ve been missing all day. Would now be an appropriate moment to ask? Jimin does seem as though he’s in a particularly good mood - he always is after sex - so perhaps this is just the right time?

“Daddy…” you begin cautiously, picking up a pillow and busying yourself in changing it in order to avoid looking at him as you pose the question.

“Yes, kitten?” he responds, and you can hear the amusement in his voice. He knows that slightly whiny tone of yours well enough by now to know that you’re about to ask for something, although you very much doubt he’s going to have anticipated this.

“Would it be alright… if I go sleep with Yoongi-oppa tonight?”

“It’s ‘Yoongi-oppa’ now, is it?” You risk a glance up, relieved that he still sounds more amused than anything else, and when you do you see that he’s got an eyebrow raised at you as he fixes the pillows across the other side of the bed too. “Three’s not enough for you, hmm?” You end up blushing and looking away as he makes reference to the multiple orgasms with which he just gifted you, frowning when you realise that you have indeed put the pillowcase on inside-out.

“I didn’t mean for that,” you explain, but when Jimin scoffs you can’t help but smile sheepishly, admitting, “Ok, maybe for that too, but he’d asked a little while back if I’d like to spend the night with him - the whole night - so I thought I’d ask.” There’s a pause in which you can feel your heart beating a little faster than usual, pulse fluttering in your neck as you wait for his response.

“Would you like to?” Jimin plonks his pillows back down on the bed, his hands preoccupied but his eyes fixed on your face, observing every little flicker of emotion you give away.

“I guess… yeah. I think I would.” You place your pillow down neatly too, trying to calmly maintain eye contact even though you’re bracing yourself for a potential hissy fit should it occur. Jimin looks back at you a while longer, his face giving nothing away as he smooths the duvet back in place, and then walks back around to your side of the bed and takes your hands, lifting them to his mouth to kiss them.

“Ok, kitten. I guess I can manage without you for just one night.” He places another kiss atop of your knuckles and then cocks his head, smiling sweetly. “I’ll miss having you here, though. It doesn’t feel right falling asleep without you anymore.” You smile back, warmed from top to toe by his saccharine sweet sentiment and tilting forward to steal a kiss from his lips.

“I’m sure Nova will keep you company,” you tease as he releases you. You set about finding yourself some nightwear decent enough to wear about the house and packing a small overnight bag with clean underwear and the like for the morning, and as you do so Jimin climbs into bed on your side, watching you get your things together with a thoughtful look on his face.

By the time you’re all set he’s practically pouting, making grabby hands at you as you walk over in your cutest of pyjama sets, smiling down at him.

“I changed my mind, you can’t go,” he whines cutely, tugging on your top to pull you down into another kiss, one that lingers and makes your heart race.

“I’ll see you when we wake up,” you assure softly, pulling out of his grasp, “You can even come fetch me, if you want.”

“I might do,” he grins, “Come steal you away again.”

“That’s fine with me.” You start to make for the door, grabbing your bag as you go but then pausing, turning back. “I don’t think I’ve really got the energy, but... would it be ok? If we do end up sleeping together? If he wants to?” Jimin chuckles, leaning back into the pillows with his head cocked to the side.

“He’ll want to, kitten, of course he will.” You blush, shuffling a little on the spot. “But yes, it’d be ok.”

“Thank you, daddy.” You smile shyly, scurrying over for just one more kiss from those perfect lips of his before wishing him sweet dreams and taking your leave, trying to ignore the pang of guilt you feel when he wishes you a somewhat subdued sounding goodnight as you close his door.

Yoongi's door is slightly ajar when you get to it but you pause to knock regardless, more out of politeness than anything else, though even when you receive no answer you head on inside, knowing that he won't mind.

He announces your name, surprise heightening his pitch when he sees you walk through the door, and as you smile and approach the bed on which he resides Yoongi pushes himself up to sit straighter amongst the pillows and removes his headphones. “I thought you said I wouldn't see you today.”

“Well, I changed my plans.” You pop your little bag onto his bedside table before clambering over to lie next to him and sling your arm across his body, careful to avoid the laptop resting on his lap. He doesn’t look as though he expects the kiss you greet him with, and when you pull away he's smiling goofily, gums on display.

“Isn't Jimin home already? What time is it?” You squint at his laptop screen, looking at the time display in the bottom corner that sits underneath some sort of bizarre looking korean computer software he's clearly been engrossed in during your absence.

“4:32, I believe.” You place another brief kiss on his cheek, overwhelmed with feelings of affection for the boy that's now furrowing his brow as though he's trying to understand why you're here with him and not with Jimin. “I asked if I could stay the night with you, oppa.”

“And he said you could?”

“Well I'm here, aren't I?” you grin, slipping your hand under his t-shirt in your eagerness to feel his flawless skin underneath your fingertips, wrinkling the maroon fabric as you go.

“I guess you are,” Yoongi smiles, eyes sparkling with happiness as he places a kiss to the top of your head. He lets out a contented sigh as he feels you snuggle into him, getting comfy, and you watch on as he returns to whatever he was doing after a moment of enjoying the weight of you against him, his long fingers gliding over the laptop’s touchpad.

“What’re you up to?”

“Just working on some beats.” So he's still making music then? You're so pleased that he is; you'd worried that after that incident in the kitchen with his lyrics he'd have just given up. He pulls the headphone jack out of the laptop, clicking on the touchpad a couple of times until music starts to play and you’ve only been listening a second or two when you feel Yoongi’s arm settle around your shoulder, soothingly rubbing his thumb back and forth along your skin as he holds you close.

“Sounds really good. I like it - especially that hook,” you tell him, something that feels a lot like pride blossoming deep in your chest when you see the shy smile that appears on Yoongi’s face.

“Yeah?” You nod quickly and enthusiastically, hoping he can tell you're sincere. You're really not just humouring him; although it's a little rough around the edges it's still got a good sound and your fingers are tapping along on Yoongi’s ribs all of their own accord. “I've been swapping some emails with a local MC… he wants to hear some more of my stuff.”

“That’s amazing!” you gush, smiling from ear to ear as you sit to twist round and look at him properly. The way he shrugs is a little dismissive, like he's purposefully not letting himself get too excited or get his hopes up.

“It’s early days,” he says, ever the cynic, turning the music off with a tap of his finger and closing the laptop to put it on the floor next to the bed.

“Yeah but it’s still exciting,” you insist, sitting cross-legged opposite him and beaming so hard that Yoongi finally lets a smile slip. How could he not, when faced with such overwhelming enthusiasm? “I’m so proud of you, oppa.”

Yoongi reaches over to pull you into his lap, gathering you up in his arms to cocoon you as best he can with him small, slim frame and then kissing you passionately, his firm lips pressing to yours over and over again. He holds you close as you wrap your arms around his neck, happily letting him breach your mouth to play with your tongue and letting out a breathy sigh of pleasure when he nips at your bottom lip. He chuckles at the needy sound, breaking your kiss but leaving your foreheads touching to speak.

“It’s all thanks to you, princess,” Yoongi confesses softly, drawn to kiss your lips just once more before continuing, “I wouldn’t be doing any of this without you here to inspire me.” You don’t know what to say to that. All you can think to do is blush and smile, biting on your lip until he kisses it again, and as he does it’s hard not to become overwhelmed by the warm, happy glow you feel building inside; to resist telling him those three little words that are hanging on the tip of your tongue when he pulls away to look at you with those adoring eyes.

How can you feel this way about him when you’re already so in love with Jimin? It doesn’t make any sense to you; all these conflicting emotions, all these thoughts running around your head. Prior to meeting Jimin you’d never been in love at all and now here you are, desperately in love with two men at once. Does it make you a bad person, to be telling Jimin that you love him and meaning it just moments ago, and now to be longing to tell Yoongi exactly the same? Before now you’d thought love was a purely monogamous affair - at least that’s how the movies had always made it seem - but maybe it’s not so straightforward after all.

“Are you alright?” Yoongi asks gently, pushing back hair from your face with a worried look, and it’s only then that you realise you’ve been frowning, lost in your thoughts.

“I’m fine,” you say dismissively, planting another kiss on him before slipping out of his lap and off of the bed, grabbing your overnight bag off the table. It’s best that you remove yourself from temptation for just a moment, you think, before you go admitting to something that you don’t even yet fully understand. “I’m just gonna go brush my teeth.”

He nods, standing from the bed too and stripping from his clothes in readiness for sleep, and even though you’ve seen him naked a fair few times now you still feel like you should be averting your eyes. You don’t, though. In fact, you’re almost downright staring on your way past him to get to the bathroom, your fingers itching to touch his milky pale skin, and Yoongi sends you a meaningful look as he slips down his sweats to reveal his cock already hanging semi-hard against his thigh.

“Don’t be long.”

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