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Carmen | pjm x kth (m)

☾ Pairing: Vampire!Jimin x Human!Taehyung

☾ Summary: Taehyung gets lured to an exclusive club by a strange, enchanting woman. What finds him there is much more intoxicating and dangerous.

☾ Word Count: 10,277

☾ Genre: Supernatural, Smut, PWP

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

☾ Warnings: Hypnotized/compelled decisions and thoughts, implied manipulation, Taehyung is influenced a lot by the natural power/allure of vampires and it scatters his thoughts/makes him do things he normally wouldn’t, depictions of blood, intimidation, The Vibes Are Off, light depictions of anxiety, vampires showing off humans like pets sort of, biting/marking/bruising, explicit language, explicit sexual content, not using lube, spit play/using spit as lube, light degradation, blood play/drinking, rough sex, overstimulation, oral (m. receiving), hand jobs, ass play, a lot of feelings and sensations, mentions of fear during sex, references to subspace, feeling overwhelmed during sex, crying, power dynamics but not explicitly dom/sub, blood lust, feeding frenzy, feelings of terror, Jimin calls Taehyung ‘Carmen’ sometimes - it makes sense in context, Taehyung is lured to the vampire den, implied obsessive themes (no stalking or anything), hair pulling, voyeurism, scenes of carnage and like a feed frenzy, terror at the end of fucking, idk its a vampire coven and Taehyung realizes whats happening at the very end so.

☾ Published: October 27, 2023

☾ A/N: Happy Halloween to my baby bat @gimmethatagustd. I love you eternally, and I hope that we live a long and immortal life together. Please accept this as my love for you and I hope I am actually with you when this drops so that you can start screaming at me for hiding the fact that this fic was for you the entire time sofidjfogidjf. Also, Happy Early Birthday. I love you so much it’s actually disgusting and I need to be institutionalized. LARGELY UNEDITED SORRY.

☾ A/N 2: If mem x mem isn't your thing - literally just don't read it. It is that easy. This is not me being a shipper - it is fiction and I do not believe in shipping people in a real-life setting. Thanks.

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment, or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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The boys, the girls They all like Carmen -Carmen, Lana Del Ray

Taehyung knows the woman at the back of the lounge wants to take him home before his first song is over. He’s become better at picking them out early. Of course, most of the men and women want to take Taehyung home, especially when starts singing the slower, romantic ballads. He can see the way they sigh, melting in their seats a little, eyes wide and mouth open.

It’s hard to pinpoint what makes his eyes keep straying back to her. She is beautiful, to be sure, but something is pressing in Taehyung’s mind as he starts his set, drawing his eyes back to her. Like an invisible hand guiding him each time, reminding him that she is there and watching.

She stares at him with a pinpoint focus, her dark eyes tracking Taehyung on the stage as he walks slowly, mic in hand and singing the notes softly. His eyes keep drifting back to her, trying to make out her features. All he can garner is that her eyes are alluring and even from a distance, she emanates something. Huger. Power.

It makes his stomach flip. Taehyung likes those who want him, but he loves those who crave him. Usually, it’s the men who are hungry enough for Taehyung to chase him. To go after what they want. To whisper pretty compliments until Taehyung is so lavished in attention that he goes home with them.

The woman at the back of the room looks like she can charm him - will charm him. It makes his lips turn upward as he croons softly into the mic, feeling the music of the band behind him swell, jazzy notes drifting.

He loves this. His mother told him that he was born to sing. Her little songbird. His mother is dead now, but he lives on through each velvet note, warm voice pouring over the patrons who watch him with dazed expressions.

Taehyung feels powerful this way. He could lead them all around the room, he’s sure of it. He could get them up, one by one, and lead them straight into destruction. He’s sure of it.

Except for that woman at the back of the room, whose presence scrambles Taehyung’s thoughts. He finds it hard to perform, her presence like a weighted stone on his thoughts at all times. He nearly messes up the words to a few songs he is so enchanted.

Still, he does well. La Vie is one of Taehyung’s favorite places to perform. The clientele is high-end, the staff likes to give him free food and drink along with a decent amount of cash for his performances, and he’s growing a steady income here.

The only problem with La Vie is that its clientele are often repeat customers, and Taehyung has grown weary of seeing the same faces he’s taken to bed already. The faces who think they own him now, who think that just because they’ve had a taste, they can have a fit whenever his eyes stray in another direction.

And his eyes do stray.

In the middle of his set, Taehyung takes a cool sip of water while the band plays a fast tune. He nods his head, feeling the rhythm and snapping his fingers. The stage lights are low but he feels the heat through his long-sleeved shirt and slacks, sweat dripping down the back of his neck slowly like a phantom finger.

From the corner of his eye, Taehyung can see Constantine staring. He tries to keep his expression neutral, but he feels the sudden flash of irritation, the urge to curl his lip in annoyance. Constantine is the exact problem that Taheyung has with La Vie, except that he’s the one who got Taehyung the gig - and the manager.

Taehyung’s throat tightens as he walks back to the stage to finish the last half of the set. The last of the songs are slower, dreamy romantic songs meant to soften the crowd before they dismiss from the lounge for the evening. The sooner he ends the show, the sooner he’ll have to field Constantine’s seeking questions and fawning.

It presents a problem if Taehyung wants to talk to the woman at the back of the room.

He decides not to think about it too much. Instead, he closes his eyes and sings his way through the rest of the song, voice carrying old jazz classics and his own written music. Some people would call his smooth voice haunting. Others call it hypnotizing. Taehyung doesn’t know where he stands on the subject, and he doesn’t care so much. He just likes to sing and he likes people who watch him sing. Who listen.

There are those who come to his performances at high-end restaurants and lounges to watch him, and those who come to hear him. He prefers those who like to hear him, but any will do at the end of the night when he wants to roll around satin sheets and drink rich wine that he doesn’t have the pallet for.

When he sings the final note of the night, it hangs in the air. This is one of Taehyung’s favorite moments of each night. It’s the last breath before his spell is broken, a moment frozen in time where all eyes are on him, the crowd so entranced that it takes a long pause for them to realize he’s finished.

The brief silence is chased with thunderous applause and people standing. He grins, feeling his chest swell with pride, blood sizzling in his veins as he bows low at the waist. He’s one of the few artists who can get this stiff, rich crowd to stand and cheer, and he knows it.

He steps to the side and gestures to his band, the applause continuing as they each stand and bow. Though most people might feel tired after a performance, Taehyung is buzzing. He feels the adrenaline pumping through him, and after he steps down from the stage and polishes off ice-cold water, he immediately wants something harder to keep the buzz going.

Drinks wait for him on the bar top. It’s crowded at La Vie but people make room for him at the bar. An original speakeasy from the prohibition era, it’s low-ceiling and dimly lit, offering a romantic and mysterious air hanging in the room. Taehyung places a folded wad of bills into a glass tip jar, saluting Yoongi behind the bar. The bartender nods, gracious for the tip and a confirmation that the glasses of neat are on the house.

Taehyung knocks back the first glass. The whiskey burns down his throat. He hisses as it goes, feeling the sting in his nasal passage. He blows out a slow breath and grins to himself, pausing before he sips the next drink to shake hands with a string of patrons complimenting him.

None of them catch his eye the way the woman at the back of the room has, though. Taehyung sees lingering looks from husbands and wives and smirks at a group of giggling women who are shy and blushing and biting their lips as they compliment him, and he feels a slight spike of irritation when Constantine takes the stool next to him.

Instead of speaking to him, Taehyung focuses on sipping the drink. It’s smooth and perfect, with a hint of orange rind that Yoongi probably burned and waved around the glass. Taehyung looks up to see the bartender cast Constantine a pitying glance before making another drink.

“You sang well tonight,” Constantine prods. “You have such a way with the crowd.”

“Well, I supposed that’s my job.” Taehyung’s comment comes out flat. He glances at Constantine from the corner of his eye to see that he’s frowning.

Taehyung is full of mistakes, but letting the manager of La Vie fuck him is by far one of his biggest. He usually has a rule that he doesn’t fuck the people who can interfere with his work, but he made an exception.

Constantine is beautiful, but a bit of a fool. He inherited La Vie from a long line of family members who have kept it running, and it’s through long-term patronage and reputation alone that it’s lasted this long. Well, that and his two only successful ventures in hiring Yoongi as his main bartender who doubles as his piano player on weeknights, and Taehyung as the late-night performances most evenings.

People don’t come to La Vie because it’s well-kept or because of Constantine’s good business acumen. They come because they want to hear Yoongi play and then watch him behind a bar all night, sweat running down his neck, dark eyes always filled with a potential promise of more. They don’t get it, of course. Yoongi doesn’t sleep around as Taehyung does, but still, the bartender and pianist is loved and lusted after by most of the patrons.

Then there’s Taehyung. The warm opposite of Yoongi’s distant, unattainable beauty. Taehyung is full of life, accepting praise greedily, willing to flirt his way through free drinks and extra tips, especially if it lands him in the bed of someone he has been eyeing all night.

Until he broke his rule for Constantine. Pretty Constantine, who said that he was on the same page and that sleeping with Taehyung would be a casual thing. Perhaps it’s Taehyung’s fault for not seeing how mystified the lounge manager was after that first night tangled in sweaty sheets followed by a hot shower the next morning.

Now, he’s between a rock in a hard place. Offend Constantine and risk being ousted. Keep letting him take Taehyung to bed, and he’ll never escape.

“Your eyes are beautiful tonight,” Constantine murmurs, dipping his head to catch Taehyung’s attention. “I’d bet they’d look even better rolling in-”

“I don’t mean to interrupt,” a dark, feminine voice cuts in. “But I couldn’t resist introducing myself.”

The hair stands up on the back of Taehyung’s neck. He knows it’s the woman who watched him from the back of the room before he even turns around. When he does, he is mystified. Her eyes are lined heavily in kohl and her eyes are dark as a storm sea, pinning him to his place with their intensity. Her skin is umber and smooth, her face so flawless it leaves Taehyung reeling.

There is something uncanny about her. Taehyung can’t put his finger on it. Her eyes are narrow and sharp, her lips plump and breaking into a slow, knowing smile. She looks like the cat who ate the canary, tilting her head to the side as she continues to examine Taehyung with a feline-like gaze.

“My name is Evangeline.” She reaches out a small, smooth hand. Her nails are filed into a point and painted a wine red. For a moment, Taehyung has the silliest thought that they look like the color of blood as he shakes her hand. He’s surprised at how cold they are, his palms tingling when she lets go. “I have not heard someone sing Ella Fitzgerald like that since… well, perhaps Ella Fitzgerald.”

Taehyung cocks his head to the side, a little confused. “Do you have Ella hidden somewhere that you can listen to her sing whenever you desire?”

“Would that I could. But that’s what… oh what is that spot app, again?”

“Spotify?”

Evangeline grins, revealing wicked, blindingly white teeth. “Spotify, yes. That little intricacy does quite a good job at catching the sound of old artists, but there is nothing like it live.”

Evangeline’s voice is like velvet. Even Constantine goes silent next to Taehyung, staring up at the woman as she slides next to Taehyung. She leans against the bar close enough that he gets the barest hint of scent like jasmine and amber.

A shiver slides through him as she sips a glass of the darkest wine Taehyung’s ever seen. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth when he says, “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. I know most of the patrons by heart.”

“You wouldn’t have. I have not been to La Vie in a long time.”

Taehyung realizes that she speaks with a specific articulation that hints at an accent. He can’t place it, but it’s like the sweetest music to his ears. “You’ll have to come more often, perhaps.”

“That eager to see me again?”

“I like to pride myself on repeat customers coming to hear me. It would be a shame to know you didn’t find my performance compelling enough to see another.”

“Hmm. Pride isn’t very becoming.”

Taehyung bites his lower lip, trying to hide the smile. “Spoken like a woman who can relate.”

Evangeline is quick-witted. The rest of the world seems to fade as Taehyung talks to her. It’s strange - he cannot remember what the conversation is about, and he can’t remember Constantine leaving. He doesn’t even recall the patrons leaving the bar until it’s just Yoongi wiping down the counters, eyeing Taehyung wearily as he says goodbye, following the woman out of the door.

Blood rushes through Taehyung’s veins. It’s cold outside, winter fogging his breath. His skin tingles with the sudden temperature change, muted by the soft glow of alcohol in his system. He looks up at the sky, hot breath fogging as he inhales deeply, filling his lungs with that sharp air.

Something about being drunk in the middle of the night during winter is magical. He can’t explain it, feeling himself smile as he drops his gaze back down to the woman next to him. For a second, he swears her face is sharper than he remembers, a look so hungry in his eyes that it makes his pulse skip.

When he blinks, she’s smirking at him, tilting her head. Taehyung realizes he is drunk, but he craves Evangeline. Wants to hear the way that dark voice of her pants against him, wants to feel her sharp nails on his skin, raking down-

“Have you ever been to the opera house on ninth?”

Taehyung pauses at her question. He feels his brows furrow as his drunk thoughts turn from thoughts of kissing Evangeline to puzzling out her question. “That exclusive club that was made out of the old opera house? What’s it called again…”

“Sanguine.”

He snaps his fingers and points at her. “Sanguine. No, I haven’t. It’s by invitation only and it’s the most exclusive club in the city. I hear it’s open all hours, though.”

“It is.”

“Wait, are you a member?”

Evangeline sticks her hand out. Taehyung meets her gaze and it feels like he falls forward into it. All thoughts fade from his mind. There is no sound, save that of a high-pitched ringing. Everything but the glowing, otherworldly woman has faded to the back. He only sees her.

Taehyung lifts his hand, but he doesn’t remember thinking about doing it. He places it in hers, and she laces their fingers. Her hands are bitterly cold, but she doesn’t seem to mind. He doesn’t either, skin tingling, gaze heavy on her as she tugs him along.

“Want to see it?”

He can’t form words. Suddenly feels like he can’t remember how. He nods his head instead, following her. His first few steps feel heavy and he stumbles like he has had far more to drink than he remembers. Normally, it might be cause for alarm, but Taehyung is unbothered as they walk, Evangeline’s eyes pulling him along as she walks backward.

The world passes by but Taehyung doesn’t remember it. He is somewhat aware that his cheeks and nose are sticking with cold and that his eyes are watering from the temperature. He tilts his head upward, a little dazed and confused about where he is until he sees the golden glow of the opera house.

Sanguine. It is a massive building of white stone and ornate pillars. The architecture confuses him, a blend of Greco-Roman pillars and gargoyles he’d expect to find in a gothic church. The building is a wonderous feat of dark windows, ornate carvings in the stonework, and height.

“The gargoyles are a bit terrifying,” Taehyung announces, staring at them fixated on top of the portico over the entryway. “Why the gargoyles?”

“Some lessons are hard to learn.”

Suddenly, Taehyung can’t take his eyes off of them. The two snarling beasts seem to be a bad omen and he finds himself frozen to the spot, forgetting all about the woman next to him or the invitation to see the exclusive inside of the most prestigious clubs in the city. All he knows is that suddenly, a feeling like doom has tiptoed up his back to rest on his shoulder.

Taehyung takes a step back. The gargoyles look so much more like people when he stares at them. Twisted humanoids, crouched while screaming at the sky, showing fangs. His heart beats so hard that he feels his pulse in his throat, panic welling up inside of him, ready to spill out and overflow.

“I’m drunk,” he blurts. “I should go home. I-”

Evangeline’s cold hands grab Taehyung’s face and pull him down to her. Her lips are pressed against his and he doesn’t remember what he was worried about. His heart speeds up for different reasons now, eyes fluttering shut as he melts into her kiss, his hands going to her hips to pull her in closer.

She tastes like dark wine and something else - a bit like iron and salt. The kiss is slow and dizzying and when she pulls away, Taehyung is eager to follow her into the dark halls of the opera house.

The lobby is dark inside. No light comes through the windows, leaving Taehyung in a complete abyss as Evangeline shuts and bolts the door behind him. A tingle slithers up Taehyung’s spine when she bolts the door and he suddenly feels like he’s never going to leave the opera house again.

A soft din of voices and music trails to him from the doors leading to the main theater. Evangeline takes his hand and leads up toward the door. He still feels dizzy from the kiss, willing to follow her wherever she goes.

For now, that’s the main seating area of the theater. She pulls open the heavy door, the rush of gentle voices and piano hitting him. Leading him through the door, Taehyung blinks as his eyes adjust from complete darkness to low light. It’s so dim that it takes him a moment to make out anything at all, eyes drifting up toward a massive chandelier with flickering, gold bulbs.

The inside of the theater is like nothing Taehyung has ever seen. It has been transformed into a massive lounge with a wooden bar on the far right, manned by two bartenders. Velvet couches, chaise lounges and chairs are placed around the main floor, groups of people dressed in formal wear and dripping with jewels draping themselves over the furniture.

Everything screams opulence. The interior still has the same baroque, elegant beauty that seems like the original design, mixed with the new additions like the bar and furniture. On the stage is a piano, a young woman playing with her eyes closed, and a cluster of people around her, gazing at her with what Taehyung can only describe as hunger.

Evangeline leads him into the room. He feels the eyes on them as they go, glancing around nervously to realize that there is an odd mix of people in the room. There are those dressed formally in draping gowns and tuxedos, all of whom are unnaturally beautiful. Taehyung finds that his brain buzzes when he looks at them, each individual otherworldly and… cold.

The other groups of people look like Taehyung. Starry-eyed and dressed in varying degrees of plain clothes. He wonders if they are guests as well, people brought into the fold by elegant patrons like Evangeline.

Trepidation settles deep in Taehyung’s gut as Evangeline takes him to the bar and orders him a drink. He is tired, eyes heavy and worn at the edges. The momentary surge of adrenaline after she kissed him is wearing off, and Taehyung feels the layer of dizziness slipping off, replaced by anxiety.

In an attempt to take the edge off, he sips his drink. Evangeline begins introducing him to groups of people, linking her arms with his and pulling him around the room. Taehyung gives her friends a dazzling smile, though he is overwhelmed by the dark eyes that meet his. The cold handshakes. The almost predatory way that the others smile at him.

He cannot pinpoint what about the crowd is making him nervous, but as Evangeline tells someone about his singing ability, Taehyung realizes that she’s bragging. Showing him off. Pulling him around the room and gesturing to him with words like look what I found and isn’t he just darling?

Normally, Taehyung preens with pride under the compliments and the pretty words. He loves it when people are enthralled by him, swept away by his talents. Now, something about it feels off. They don’t look at him with wonder on their faces and awe in their eyes- they coo at him. Look at him like they want to eat him whole. Like he is something they can possess.

Only one person introduces himself and looks at Taehyung curiously instead of with lecherous intent. “Hoseok,” he says, shaking Taehyung’s hand. It’s firm and cold. “What do you like to sing?”

It’s the only time he’s been asked a question tonight. Hoseok is hauntingly beautiful, with dark eyes, a slim nose, and cheekbones that seem carved by Strazza. He is dazzling to look at, and Taehyung’s tongue feels heavy in his mouth as he says, “Jazz, mostly. Sometimes classical, but that was mostly in my younger days in school.”

“Divine.” Hoseok’s gaze slides to Evangeline. “You know he’s… his type.”

“Well, he didn’t find him.”

Taehyung doesn’t know who he is and he doesn’t get the chance to ask. The pianist on stage stops playing and Evangeline takes Taehyung’s hand, pulling him toward the stage. “Come on,” she gushes. “Let them hear you.”

He lets himself be pulled. Taehyung feels a coil of nerves in his stomach as she yanks him on stage and pushes him to the middle. The room quiets when they see them and Evangeline claps her hands, drawing the full attention of the lounge.

There’s no spotlight, but Taehyung feels hot under the weighted gaze. Again, his instinct tingles, trying to make him aware of something. He just doesn’t know what. He shoves down the feeling and tucks his hands into his pockets, giving a shy grin as Evangeline talks about his voice.

The crowd of patrons lean in a little when she steps off the stage. Their gazes are sharp as razors and he can’t help but feel like a shy lamb among a pack of wolves.

Licking his dry lips, he clears his throat and laughs awkwardly, unsure of where to look. Evangeline stands near the side of the stage, not a great point of attention as he sweeps his gaze out into the room. He fixes his eyes on the glowing red exit sign above the door and opens his mouth, taking in a deep breath before he starts a slow Sinatra number.

His voice carries over the hushed silence, deep and swelling. He smiles a little as he sings, watching the face go from hungry to mystified. The whole room seems to lean in, people from the back moving toward the stage, drawn in by him.

Taehyung goes right into the next song, feeling his anxiety melt away. His audience is wrapped around his finger, their eyes following him as he trails around the stage, more engaged. He makes eye contact with some of them, still flinching internally at the sheer darkness of their eyes, but still singing nonetheless.

When Taehyung finishes, the room erupts into gentle clapping and whispered praise. He feels pride well up inside of him, flushing with pleasure as he bows at the waist, grinning under the sweet applause. He stands up and starts walking toward Evangeline, who looks at him with a smile like the sun. His heart beats a little faster, grinning widely as she claps for him excitedly and-

“Sing another.”

Taehyung realizes the room is silent. The hairs on his arms stand on end and it feels like the air gets sucked out of the room suddenly. Evangeline’s eyes flash silver for a moment, but when Taehyung recoils and blinks, they’re back to normal, though she looks put out as she steps back from Taehyung.

Slowly, Taehyung turns to look at the edge of the stage at the owner of the soft voice and his world stops. Whoever this man puts the rest of the beauty in the room to shame. Taehyung feels his pulse race, meeting the dark, sultry gaze of the man who spoke to him.

Something calls to Taehyung. He steps toward the man, dazed and confused, staring, staring, staring. The man has the most beautiful face Taehyung has ever seen. Round cheekbones with a chiseled jaw, plush lips tinted rose, and siren eyes that glitter as he drinks Taehyung in. This is the son of a god or a god himself, Taehyung thinks. A creature of myth and legend.

“What do you want me to sing?” Taehyung asks, barely recognizing his own voice. His ears are ringing and his thoughts are syrup-slow.

The man smiles and Taehyung feels his stomach flutter. The man is not dressed in formal attire like the rest of the patrons. He’s dressed simply in black jeans with tears in the knee, a black turtleneck tucked into the waistband to show off his tapered waist, and a necklace that looks to be made of thorns.

Even dressed casually, he outshines every person in the room.

“What’s your favorite?” he asks, cocking his head to the side and regarding Taehyung.

A flush works up Taehyung’s neck. He feels a tingle slide down his spine and a lick of pleasure curl in his stomach at the man’s gaze. His fingers twitch and his mouth feels dry. He licks his lips, trying to think of the man’s question and what his answer should be.

“Can’t Help Falling In Love, I think.”

The man grins and Taehyung sees stars. “You think? Or you know?”

“I know?”

“Are you asking me?”

Taehyung shifts back and forth, shame coloring his cheeks as he looks at the floor. Effortlessly, the man jumps up on the stage. He lands silent and lithe as a cat. Taehyung’s eyes widen as he approaches, his gait smooth, footfalls unheard. “I’m only teasing, sweetling. What’s your name?”

“Taehyung.”

The man stops right in front of Taehyung. He’s shorter, but somehow Taehyung feels small and delicate in his presence, wavering as the smell of orange blossom and something darker washes over him. Taehyung’s eyelids flutter and he fights the urge to lean in closer to the man, to brush his fingers across his skin.

“I’m Jimin.” Jimin reaches out and brushes his fingers across Taehyung’s cheekbone. His touch leaves a trail of tingling cold. Taehyung closes his eyes, breath catching. Whatever this spell he’s under, he can’t shake it, gone with just a touch. “I want you to sing for me, Taehyung.”

“Okay.”

Jimin steps away and Taehyung makes a sound, protesting. His mind is warring between confusion at his reaction and the need to be near Jimin. The duller part of his thoughts is careening, telling him to pull it together, to stop and leave. But the desire shaken awake by Jimin is so much louder, commanding Taehyung’s thoughts.

“Don’t worry,” Jimin murmurs, gesturing to where Evangeline is standing. “I’ll be right there.”

Taehyung watches as Jimin glides over to the edge of the stage. He whispers something to Evangeline that Taehyung cannot hear but he watches the change in the woman. She ripples with anger, her lip curling up in a snarl. Jimin says something else to her and in the blink of an eye, her head is bowed, her shoulders coming up as she steps back, cowering.

When Jimin turns around, he gives Taehyung an encouraging smile. The effect is instantaneous. Taehyung feels giddy inside, joy bubbling up as he returns the smile shyly. Gone is the anxiety, gone is the strange feeling of being paraded around. Now, all he can think about is Jimin’s dark eyes, the way they track him as he moves to the middle of the stage again.

As Taehyung starts the song, he wonders if this is what Elvis was singing about. If wise men were right and that only fools fall in love. Can love at first sight be a thing? As Taehyung sings the song softly, looking at Jimin every so often, his eyes drawn to him like a magnet, he thinks perhaps this song was written about Jimin.

It isn’t rational. Taehyung knows this and yet barely acknowledges it, watching Jimin’s eyes shine with something as Taehyung finishes the song. For a moment, no one claps. Taehyung looks nervously around the theater, watching as the eyes of the crowd look at Jimin. Once he applauds, the rest follow.

Taehyung lets out a relieved breath, smiling and bowing shallowly. Jimin approaches him again. It occurs to Taehyung that Jimin walks like a jungle cat, smooth and somehow lethal.

“You have the most exquisite voice,” Jimin says gently, shaking his head. “You are a rare treasure, Taehyung.” He holds out a hand. “Join me?”

Taehyung starts to reach for Jimin before he hesitates, eyes glancing up over Jimin’s head at Evangeline, who looks murderous. “You are far too precious for her,” Jimin growls. “It is insulting that she thinks she could ever have you.”

Instead of answering, Taehyung just nods. His eyelids feel heavy, his heady swimming like he’s buzzing off a fresh glass of liquor. Jimin links their hands together and tugs Taehyung along. As they pass Evangeline, she doesn’t dare look at them, her eyes fixed on the floor.

At the foot of the stairs, Hoseok is standing, arms crossed over his chest and smirking. He shakes his head when he sees Jimin, falling into step with him. “I told her.”

“Thank you for alerting me,” Jimin tells Hoseok. Jimin turns over his shoulder where Taehyung is trailing a footstep behind. “I would have missed out on him.”

Hoseok breaks off from them, walking toward the bar. Someone takes up the piano again as Jimin leads Taehyung out of the main theater and to a stairwell. He says nothing, following Jimin’s lead in silence, steps heavy. It feels like he’s underwater, everything dull around him.

Except Jimin, who is sharp and bright and alive in his mind.

Jimin leads Taehyung down a hall and through a door. It opens up into a balcony suite. What was once a private box for watching the opera has been turned into a luxurious room of sorts, making Taehyung raise his eyebrows.

A lounge area is in the middle of the suite, and there is a single bed tucked into the corner. A wet bar is placed at the back, along with a doorway that leads into a refurbished bathroom. Taehyung pauses as Jimin drops his hand, looking around to appreciate the velvet drapery on the wall and the ornate decor in the room.

It feels like he has stepped back in time, a mix of modern and Victorian meshing in a way that Taehyung finds wonderfully elegant. Jimin goes to the wet bar and retrieves two glasses, pouring them a finger of whiskey each. Taehyung walks toward him, looking out at the lounge beneath.

“It’s designed like a bedroom?” Taehyung inquires, eyes drifting back to Jimin, who smiles as he brings the glass up to his lips. His sharp eyes pin Taehyung to the spot as he sips. “Do you… live here?”

Jimin shrugs. “Sometimes.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Instead of answering the question, Jimin gestures for Taehyung to walk with him, leading him to a rich, crushed velvet couch that overlooks the lounge. Taehyung takes a sip of the whiskey but it’s Jimin who makes him feel drunk and cottony.

He sits next to Jimin, limbs stiff. Jimin giggles at Taehyung’s awkwardness, tsking at him as he leans over and pulls Taehyung toward him, pressing their thighs and sides together as they watch the party unfold below. Butterflies flutter in Taehyung’s smile as he looks at Jimin, who is watching Taehyung with rapt attention.

Being so near Jimin is difficult. This close, he’s even more beautiful than before. Taehyung doesn’t know how it’s possible. Jimin’s lashes are long, framing his beautiful eyes. His dark hair looks silky and soft, tucked behind his ears as he regards Taehyung with a fond expression.

Heat climbs up Taehyung’s neck and between his legs, a heady feeling sinking deep in his stomach under Jimin’s gaze.

“What?” Taehyung asks, looking down at his lap and chewing the inside of his cheek. He’s never felt so bashful under someone’s gaze before. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re beautiful, of course.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t be shy now,” Jimin tuts. “You were quite confident on stage earlier. I believe the entire room fell in love with you.” Taehyung shrugs his shoulders and Jimin laughs loudly. “Now you’re humble? You are a delightful creature, Taehyung. Tell me, have you ever been to the opera?”

“No, but I’m familiar with some.”

“What about Carmen?” Jimin asks. He reaches forward and drags a finger across Taehyung’s thigh. Taehyung holds back a groan as Jimin starts tracing patterns on Taehyung’s thigh. “Have you heard of that one?”

“I’m familiar with the Habanera.”

“Ah yes. It’s about a woman named Carmen who everyone is in love with. She entrances men with her vitality and sensuality. A man named José falls madly in love with her at first sight, abandoning the army, his wife, and his children for her.”

Taehyung finds it hard to listen. Even through the fabric of his pants, Jimin’s touch is tantalizing. Taehyung’s legs widen a fraction, his spine tingling. He leans his head back, feeling breathless as Jimin’s tracing gets higher and higher, teasing Taehyung before his touch moves toward Taehyung’s knee again.

“José, of course, is not the only one in love with Carmen. She is infectious, tempting everyone she comes into contact with.” Jimin leans toward Taehyung, so close that his breath ghosts across Taehyung’s throat. He feels his heart speed up as Jimin lowers his voice and continues, “You remind me so much of Carmen. Charming everyone around you with a simple look, with the sound of your voice. So addicting without even a taste.”

“O-oh.”

Jimin presses his face into the crook of Taehyung’s neck. Taehyung nearly drops the glass in his hand, placing it next to him on the couch as his breathing hitches. Jimin runs his nose up Jimin’s too-hot skin, making Taehyung squirm.

“I fear I have the same weakness as José and you have hypnotized me like Carmen.”

“Me?”

Jimin nips Taehyung’s ear and Taehyung lets out a throaty, moan. Jimin’s breath across his skin is maddening, colors swimming behind squeezed-shut eyes. His dick hardens in his pants, blood pumping through him, arousal unfolding like the slow-blooming petals of a flower.

“Don’t sound so surprised. You know the effect you have on people.”

“I do,” Taheyung admits.

“Look at me.”

It is a command. Taehyung obeys, turning his face to look up at Jimin. Jimin’s pupils are blown wide, hypnotizing, and alluring as he looks down his nose at Taehyung. Desire stirs so strongly in Taehyung that he parts his lips open, making a small noise as Jimin’s touch on Taehyung’s thigh turns to a solid grip, fingers digging in.

“Do you want me, my Carmen? Do you desire me?”

“Yes,” Taehyung breathes. “Please.”

“Ask, then.”

Jimin’s eyes are so hungry that Taehyung is lost in them. Jimin is on his knees on the couch now, pressed against Taehyung. It feels more intimate than anything Taehyungh has ever felt and they’re barely touching, Jimin gripping Taehyung’s thigh, his mouth hovering inches above Taehyung’s.

“Ask,” Jimin growls, the sound rumbling from somewhere in Taehyung’s chest. Jimin might be smaller than Taehyung but the power that emanates from him is intoxicating and sweeping, making Taehyung shudder.

“Please,” Taehyung says again. “I want you. Will you have me? Please.”

Jimin’s grip is iron. “Of course I will. You’re mine.”

Taehyung feels like Jimin’s as Jimin steals a searing kiss from him. Taehyung gasps into the kiss, melting into the couch as Jimin licks into the wet heat of Taehyung’s mouth. Jimin is all-consuming, his lips sliding against Taehyung’s hungrily, his tongue brushing against the ridges of Taehyung’s mouth.

It’s just a kiss and yet Taehyung loses himself in it. It’s needy and torrid, their teeth clicking together, lips sliding. Taehyung grabs the front of Jimin’s shirt, uncaring if he wrinkles it as Jimin presses Taehyung into the back of the couch, straddling him. Jimin’s fingers tangle in Taehyung’s hair, pulling harshly.

The pleasure-pain makes Taehyung moan. Jimin hums, his devilish mouth moving from Taehyung’s lips to his jaw, biting and sucking harshly at the skin. It feels so good. Taehyung just lies there and takes it, hissing as Jimin’s teeth pinch and pull his skin, followed by Jimin’s soothing tongue, rough and wet.

The ache in his dick grows, especially as Jimin puts weight on it, sitting in his lap and leaning and rolling his hips forward, pressing into Taehyung’s cock and driving him wild. He feels out of control, like the room is spinning and Jimin’s kisses are going straight to Taehyung’s veins.

“Fuck,” he gasps as Jimin licks hungrily at Taehyung’s neck. Jimin drags his blunt nails along Taehyung’s scalp, sending sparks down his neck and spine. “Please.”

“Please what,” Jimin pants, mouthing at Taehyung’s collarbones. “Tell me what you need, my wonderful Carmen.”

It should be strange to be called by another name and yet, Taehyung shivers at the rasp in Jimin’s voice. Every single part of him is suddenly alive like his nerves are exposed to Jimin’s hands and mouth. Taehyung can’t remember the last time he felt like this with such simple touches.

Perhaps never.

“Fuck me,” Taehyung breathes. “I want you to fuck me.”

Jimin smiles against Taehyung’s mouth. “Oh, I’ll fuck you.”

A thrill goes through Taehyung as Jimin grabs him and slams him against the couch. His world spins and he’s suddenly facing the ceiling of the suite, panting and delirious as Jimin pins him down, littering his skin with bites and sloppy kisses.

Some of Jimin’s nipping hurts but it adds to the pleasure, Taehyung barreling straight into a slow, pleasured haze as Jimin pulls Taehyung’s shirt off roughly. Cool air kisses his flushed skin. Taehyung claws at the jacket on Jimin’s shoulders, pushing it off of him until he’s free of it, Taehyung’s hands seeking the flexing muscle of Jimin’s arms.

Jimin’s hand goes to Taehyung’s throat. His hand is small but it squeezes pleasantly as Jimin kisses down Taehyung’s chest. Taehyung grinds up against Jimin, trying to relieve the pressure aching in his cock, a whine leaving his mouth. He feels Jimin’s breath across his skin as he laughs before fixing his mouth on a nipple, making Taehyung keen.

The stimulation is too much and not enough. It feels like Taehyung is ripping at the seams - burst at the seams from the pressure mounting inside of him. What has Jimin done to him to command his body?

“Everyone can hear you,” Jimin teases, flicking his long, wicked tongue out to tease Taehyung’s already abused nipple. He drags his tongue across Taehyung’s chest, leaving a wet trail of spit as he goes. “Can hear you whining like a little whore. Is that what you want?”

Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut as he feels Jimin’s teeth scrape against his other nipple. He nods his head, unable to form a verbal answer to Jimin’s question.

“Hmm,” Jimin hums, tongue lashing. “Good boy. Let them know you’re mine. They’ll wait for us to have our fun before they start.”

Taehyung has no idea what that means. He doesn’t ask. Instead, his hands slip down Jimin’s stomach and under his shirt, touching his skin. Jimin is cool to the touch, his stomach muscles flexing under Taehyung’s inquisitive fingers. He grabs at Jimin’s hips, but his fingers slip away as Jimin sinks lower down Taehyung’s body, nipping and sucking as he goes.

Opening his eyes, Taehyung watches with heavy lids as Jimin settles between Taehyung’s legs, looking up at him. His hair hangs in his eyes, which glint wickedly as his nimble fingers work the zipper on Taehyung’s pants. He can’t look away from Jimin, hypnotized by the movement, but the way Jimin grins and pulls open Taehyung’s pants, leaning forward to lick at the damp spot on Taehyung’s briefs.

Taehyung’s head drops back and he moans loudly, feeling the pressure of Jimin’s wet tongue through the thin fabric. Jimin mouths at the crown of Taehuyng’s cock, sending jolts of pleasure straight to him. He grabs the back of the couch with one and presses his first to the mouth with the other, biting as he bucks his hips.

“So sensitive,” Jimin coos. His hands grab the top of Taehyung’s pants and the elastic band of his briefs and pull hard, making Taehyung yelp as Jimin unclothes him in one fell swoop. “Think you can take it?”

Taehyung nods quickly, making himself dizzy with the force. Jimin laughs and reaches out, gripping Taehyung’s shaft and pumping him slowly. Jimin’s touch is electrifying, Taehyung’s hips canting upwards to fuck himself into Jimin’s palm, head lolling to the side.

Jimin spits loudly, coating Taehyung’s cock with spit, his hand gliding firmly to the base of Taehuyng’s shaft. ��Just like that,” Jimin whispers. “Fuck yourself into my hand.”

Taehyung doesn’t need to be told twice. He does so vigorously, chasing the feel of Jimin’s tight, wet fist and the cool feel of his skin. When Taehyung feels Jimin’s tongue kitten lick the tip of his cock, he clenches his teeth, slowly his wild thrusting to allow Jimin’s mouth to explore.

It’s hard not to bust immediately. He feels his orgasm looming from the barest stimulation. Suddenly it’s like Taehyung is back in high school having his dick sucked for the first time, trembling and trying not to come as Jimin suckles the head of Taehyung’s dick, mouthing at it greedily.

The room feels like it’s spinning. Taehyung cannot hear beyond the balcony. All he can hear are the wet sounds of Jimin taking Taehyung into his mouth, sucking generously, tongue brushing on the underside of Taehyung’s shaft.

Jimin pulls off of Taehyung with a wet pop. “You taste so sweet,” he groans, tongue flicking against Taehyung’s frenulum. Taehyung feels wrecked already, sagging and boneless, unable to do anything against the onslaught of Jimin’s mouth. “Sounds so sweet, just like you sing.”

Slowly, Jimin drags his tongue south. He strokes Taehyung lazily with his hand, mouthing at Taehyung’s balls. Taehyung’s fingers feel like they’ll break as he grips the couch, overwhelmed by the stimulation, crying out, muscles squeezing, head spinning, blood roaring.

“Such pretty sounds,” Jimin murmurs again, dragging his tongue upward. “Sing for me, my Carmen.”

A broken sob sound leaves Taehyung’s mouth as Jimin takes Taehyung to the back of his throat. The wet heat of Jimin’s mouth is an inferno, his throat tight and soft and oh god he’s swallowing. Taehyung lashes against the couch, hands shooting to Jimin’s hair as his throat constricts tightly around Taehyung.

He feels the spit sliding down his shaft, his stomach so tight and his dick so hard he knows he’s about to come any second, every atom buzzing.

“I’m gonna-” he can’t finish the sentence, shaking his head back and forth. His heart beats so hard in his chest he thinks he might die before he hits his peak. “Fuck, Jimin. Fuck fuck fuck.”

Jimin redoubles his efforts. Squeezes Taehyung’s balls with his hand, letting Taehyung shove his hips forward, Jimin’s throat squeezing Taehyung until he’s coming hard. Jimin takes it in stride, swallowing down Taehyung’s cum.

And he doesn’t stop.

Taehyung’s hands start to push at Jimin. Tries to pull him off Taehyung’s cock, tries to scoot away. The pleasure morphs into overstimulation. It hurts so good that Taehyung is collapsing into the couch, kicking and bucking and crying as Jimin keeps going, his hand pumping, mouth sucking.

If there is a god, there must be a devil. And if there is a devil, Taehyung knows that he is between Taehyung’s legs, working him to another orgasm somehow, driving Taehyung to madness as he goes. Jimin pulls off Taehyung’s dick with a sticky sound, moaning sweetly at the mess Taehyung has become.

“You can take it,” Jimin coos. “I know you can. You said you can.”

Taehyung nods. Tears sting his eyes and he tries to take a deep breath. He blinks his eyes open, watching as the ceiling swims into picture, a little blurry from the tears. He takes deep, shuttering inhales, his lungs rattling as he does. When he looks down at Jimin, he wishes he didn’t open his eyes.

He almost doesn’t recognize whatever it is that is laving at his weeping cock. Jimin’s face is crueler somehow. More beautiful, but terrifying. Taehyung swears the veins around his eyes are darker and the scrape of his teeth is sharper.

The orgasm must have made him delirious. It’s the only explanation, especially as Jimin works him hard again, Taehyung aching to explode once more.

Jimin pulls off of Taehyung and crawls upward. Taehyung thinks Jimin looks like an apex predator for a single, terrifying moment. And then Jimin is kissing him, making Taehuyng’s thoughts turn to white noise as Taehyung presses his tongue into Jimin’s mouth, tasting spit and cum and something like iron and salt.

Something pricks Taehyung’s mouth. He lets out a surprised sound, his mouth filling with a warm, metallic substance. Jimin’s kiss becomes frenzied. The force of it startles Taehyung, fear wiggling its way into his mind as Jimin presses down on him.

Jimin becomes overwhelmed. A force that Taehyung cannot escape, completely trapped and helpless, still dizzy and uncoordinated from the overstimulation. It excites him. Taehyung realizes with mild terror that he likes this feeling, likes being overpowered and pushed to the edge.

He lets Jimin suck greedily on his bleeding lip. He’s too focused on the ache between his legs and the mind-melting way Jimin makes him feel to realize that Jimin is hyper-fixated on his bleeding mouth. He kisses Jimin back as best as he can, though it’s more of a slide of lips and tongue than an intentional kiss.

“Turn over for me,” Jimin grumbles. He’s already gripping Taehuyng and trying to turn him over. Taehyung struggles to make his limbs work but manages to flip, mostly due to Jimin lifting him and turning him, once again showing how strong he is. “Gonna work you open for my cock.”

A pathetic sound escapes Taehyung’s mouth. His cheek hits the soft velvet. It’s grounding, feeling the gentle scrape of it against his sensitive skin. His cock is pressed tight between his stomach and the cushions, but it’s less invasive than Jimin’s hungry mouth, a brief respite.

Wet lips trail Taehyung’s spine as Jimin descends. Taehyung’s breathing is ragged and heavy, gulping down cool air as he trembles under Jimin’s rough mouth. He likes that Jimin doesn’t handle him with kid gloves. That Jimin keeps Taehyung to his word, driving him into a manic state.

Taehyung still feels like he’s on the edge of that mania when he feels Jimin’s fingers slip between his ass, seeking. He flinches when Jimin brushes against his tight rim, the muscles clenching, afraid. Jimin laughs but doesn’t push it, instead peeling Taehyung apart to spit noisily.

A gentle sigh drips from Taehyung’s mouth. He feels the spit slide, the sensation heightened. Jimin’s finger traces after it, circling Taehyung’s asshole lightly. His toes curl at the light stimulation. It feels good, but it’s hard to control the muscle's instinct to reject and contract.

Jimin doesn’t seem to mind. He leans forward, his fingers pressed firmly in the seam of Taehyung’s ass, his mouth pressing butterfly-soft kisses to Taehyung’s spine.

Taehyung feels like Jimin’s instrument. Jimin works him open slowly and gently, at ends with how he was driving Taehyung to madness minutes prior. The swing to gentle and soothing has Taehyung confused and reeling, his brain trying to keep up with the sensations tingling through his body.

When Jimin slowly breaches Taehyung’s tight ring of muscles, he lets out a pathetic keen. Taehyung is too loose-limbed and fuzzy-brained to do anything but take it. The intrusion burns for a second, but levels out to be pleasurable.

Cold liquid slides down Jimin’s fingers, easing the slide. Taehyung sighs, relief unfurling slowly as the burn goes quiet and all that’s left is the stretch and the pressure of Jimin working Taehyung’s walls open. Toe-curling pleasure sweeps through Taehyung. He bites his bottom lip, lifting his ass in small, half-hearted twitches to meet the push and pull of Jimin’s fingers.

“Mhmm,” Jimin encourages, teeth scraping Taehyung’s shoulder blade. His breath is cool on Taehyung’s warm skin. “Take what you want, sweetling. Open yourself up for me.”

It smells like sweat and orange blossoms, Taehyung’s skin covered in their mixed scents. His sensitive cock drags against the fabric of the couch, sparking pleasure and pain as he fucks himself into the palm of Jimin’s hand. Jimin’s fingers are small but do the job, pressing against the most sensitive parts of Taehyung, making his breath ragged.

Everything feels like it’s on fire as Jimin pushes in another finger. Taehyung feels the wet schlick of lube or whatever Jimin has used to make the slide easier. He feels fuller, moaning like a whore as he chases the electric feeling under his skin, coming alive under the careful press of Jimin’s fingers.

“So good for me,” Jimin whispers, biting Taeyung’s ear. His breath is hot against the side of Taehyung’s face. “Gonna take my cock so well, huh?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Fuck,” Jimin swears. “I can’t wait. This is what you do to me.”

Jimin pulls his fingers out. Taehyung complains, feeling the empty gape. Jimin shushes him and presses his clothed cock against Taehyung’s ass, letting him feel how hard Jimin is. Taehyung grinds his ass against Jimin’s crotch, making the other moan.

A shirt flys past Taehyung. He realizes that it must be Jimin’s turning and angling his head to see the man in question. He is utterly divine, his compact body graceful and deadly, lined with muscle and delicate lines. Jimin undoes the belt of his jeans and pulls them down, palming himself over his briefs as he kicks out of his pants.

Taehyung can’t help but stare, lips parted. Jimin is a vision, his face still masked in something lethal and terrifying that makes Taehyung excited and afraid all at the same time. The mixture is intoxicating, sending his thoughts somewhere distant and fuzzy where all he can do is watch Jimin pull his briefs down to reveal a thick, leaking cock.

On instinct, Taehyung scoots toward Jimin. The other laughs, giving Taehyung a quick, harsh smack on the ass. His skin stings where Jimin’s hand connects, earning a whimper. Jimin tuts at Taehyung, fisting his cock leisurely as he does.

“So needy,” he grumbles. “So hungry for cock. You’re just like Carmen, you know? Addicting, needy, breaking down my will to give you whatever you want. This must be how Jose felt, ready to give her everything. Pliable. So willing.”

“And you? How do you feel?”

Jimin’s gaze is dark and heavy. Taehyung holds his breath, pinned to the spot. He feels Jimin’s cockhead nudge the tight rim of his ass as Jimin settles behind him, looking at Taehyung so intensely that Taehyung feels as though he will wither away. Ashes to ashes.

“Like I want to give you the world.”

“Please.”

“You have to give it back. You have to be mine.”

Taehyung is nodding before Jimin even finishes his sentence. Taehyung will give him anything he wants, as long as it means Jimin will push forward and relieve the aching weight of Taehyung’s needs. He is filled with so much carnal desire he thinks he would do anything Jimin asks of him.

“Yours,” Taehyung agrees. He tries to push back and spear himself on Jimin’s cock, but Jimin’s grip is iron, holding him in place. “Yours.”

That’s all it takes for Jimin to sigh, pleased. He pushes in slowly, Taehyung gasping and grabbing the couch at the intrusion. His walls flutter around Jimin’s cock. It’s a tight fit, a slow, pleasure-filled agony that ripples through him.

Taehyung is hyper aware of how full he feels. It is perfect, his mind turning to static as he lays his face down on the couch, breathing strained and heart hammering. Jimin praises him gently, coaxing Taehyung to calm down with gentle kisses on the back of his neck, shoulders, and head. Jimin is fully seated, his hips pressed to Taehyung’s ass. It feels good, the pain retreating and leaving nothing but bliss in its wake.

Jimin pulls out, the rough drag of his cock sending Taehyung into a spiral before Jimin snaps his hips forward again. Taehyung lets out a desperate sound, feeling his eyes roll back into his head as Jimin starts to fuck him slowly.

It feels hot. Jimin cages Taehyung in, his chest pressed to Taehyung’s back, humid air trapped between their bodies. Jimin’s skin is cool to the touch, such a contrast to the warmth radiating from Taehyung. The mix of hot and cold only heightens the sensations, everything feeling sharp and powerful.

Jimin’s teeth scrape Taehyung’s shoulder. Taehyung doesn’t know why, but he leans his head to the side, giving Jimin free access to litter his throat with sloppy kisses. Taehyung feels broken under the weight of Jimin’s thrusts, the wet sound of his cock pushing deeper into Taehyung until it’s pressing against the deepest part of him, making Taehyung kick his feet as the pleasure builds.

It’s so good it hurts. Taehyung is reeling, having never felt like this when being fucked. Jimin chuckles darkly against his ear, tongue licking the shell of Taehyung’s ear before whispering, “You take it so well.” Taehyung whines in response, pushing his ass back to meet Jimin’s hips as best as he can. “Such an eager little slut. Everyone can hear you getting fucked - do you like that?”

Taehyung nods his head. Jimin grabs him by the hair, pulling Taehyung upward so that Jimin’s chin is slotted on Taehyung’s shoulder. Taehyung’s neck cranes painfully and he opens his eyes, looking at Jimin’s side profile.

“I said do you like that?”

“Yes!”

“Come here, let’s show them.”

Everything goes off balance. Jimin picks Taehyung up off of the couch like he’s a ragdoll, spinning him so that his feet hit the ground and he’s pushed up against the balcony railing. He barely has the coordination to plant his feet on the ground and grab the railing before Jimin is pressing back in, splitting him apart for everyone to see.

Taehyung casts his head back, eyes closed. He doesn’t want to look down, doesn’t want to see the faces of the onlookers as he moans loudly, feeling flushed and breathy as Jimin fucks him hard. Taehyung sees stars behind his eyelid, laying his head back on Jimin’s shoulders, his hands gripping the railing as Jimin hammers into Taehyung’s prostate.

It feels like Taehyung’s blood is on fire. Something like glee unfurls in him at the thought of everyone below seeing how perfect he is for Jimin. That Jimin chose Taehyung and no one else. That Taehyung is the perfect, pliant partner for Jimin. He doesn’t want to see their faces - he’s too shy for now - but he silently revels in the fact that they’ll know from this moment forward that Taehyung is Jimin’s in some capacity.

His mind hasn’t caught up to what exactly that capacity is, blinded by the way he teeters on the edge of coming again.

“This is going to hurt at first,” Jimin whispers against Taehyung’s throat.

There’s a brief moment of confusion. Taehyung is unable to think beyond the thick, heady haze clouding his mind, but then searing pain rips through his neck. His eyes fly open and he gasps, too shocked to scream properly where he feels blinding pain throbbing from the side of his throat.

Taehyung’s hand shoots up to Jimin’s face, digging in his hair. Jimin’s mouth is pressed against Taehyung’s throat and it takes a moment for Taehyung to realize Jimin is biting him clean through the skin.

Panic shoots through him. He clutches at Jimin’s hair, pulling tight at the strands to pull him off. Jimin doesn’t budge, his mouth fixed to the tender flesh of Taehyung’s throat. Then Taehyung feels Jimin’s tongue. The subtle pull of his mouth, the drag of his blood.

The pain fades into something else. His neck tingles, fire replaced with numbness. Taehyung’s eyes flutter shut as a high unlike anything else hits him. Jimin is still fucking him, his pace picking up, his thrusts becoming savage as he takes deep swallows at Taehyung’s neck.

Taehyung is vaguely aware that Jimin is drinking his blood. He can’t process beyond that acknowledgement, too caught up in the euphoria glittering through his veins, turning his blood to molten lava. His head falls forward, too heavy for him to hold up, eyes closed and sinking into the feeling.

His orgasm comes swift and hard. Every muscle in Taehyung’s body squeezes tight with a force he’s never felt. It feels like he might collapse in on himself, a star going supernova before it implodes, sucking everything inward.

Jimin lets go of Taehyung's neck, gasping as he feels Taehyung squeezes his cock. The wet gurgle of a moan from Jimin’s mouth makes Taehyung turn and look at him. Taehyung is bent over the railing now, sweaty chest sliding back and forth as Jimin’s hips jostle him. Jimin is standing straight, his hands gripping Taehyung’s hips to hold him in place as he fucks him viciously, chasing his high.

But what freezes Taehyung in place isn’t the powerful body driving him into overstimulation. It isn’t the beautiful, lithe lines of Jimin’s chest and arms or the beautiful way his eyes drink Taehyung in. It’s the blood running down Jimin’s neck and chest that startles him. The crimson smear across Jimin’s mouth, which is parted as Jimin tilts his head upward, tongue coming out to run across his bottom lip.

A glint of white catches Taehyung’s eyes and his heart stops. Two fangs, stark against the wine-red mouth filled with blood - Taehyung’s blood. His heart skyrockets for a whole new reason and he tries to think but his mind is too slow. Sluggish. Still crawling through the high that Jimin’s bite injected him with.

“Jimin?” it comes out slurred and terrified as Taehyung watches Jimin lower his face, eyes finding Taehyung. He still looks beautiful with the lower half of his face colored in blood, but he is terrifying, and destructive. Taehyung thinks he might die of fright even as his stomach flips with arousal again. “What…?”

“Look at them,” Jimin grins, mouth a red gash. He grabs Taehyung's hair and forces the boy to turn toward the scene below. “Look how they waited so patiently for me to start. To fuck, to feed. They waited for you - to come and bleed. They don’t indulge until you’re done, my sweet Carmen.”

It takes several moments for Taehyung to piece together the tableau unfolding beneath him. What appears to be a mess of blurry images and sounds morphs into something else, the edges of his clarity sharpening as Taehyung blinks through the fog of pleasure. What he thought was going to be patrons looking up at the balcony as he’s ravaged is not at all the case.

Below is unleashed carnal energy. He sees bodies writhing. Scarlet ribbons of blood flowing down necks, in between thighs, down shoulders. His eyes sweep the landscape of bodies fucking and thrusting and bending, of screaming of pinning down, of biting.

Vampires.

The word suddenly comes to Taehyung in a moment of clarity, the word ringing out so clearly in his mind that he jerks upward underneath Jimin’s grip. The vampires below chase the humans in the room. Taehyung realizes that all of the patrons dressed in finery are slamming people dressed in plain clothes to the ground and onto furniture, fixing their mouths on them, and ripping their shirts open.

“Oh my god,” Taehyung breathes, finally breaking free of the murky mist of lust. “What are you?”

Jimin presses against Taehyung, slamming his hips in deep one more time as he comes with a feral growl. His hands are tight in Taehyung’s hair and his mouth is rough against his ear. “I’m yours,” Jimin answers, voice low. “I’m José and you are my Carmen.”

Dizziness sweeps over Taehyung, feeling like darkness is racing up to greet him. “Yours,” Taehyung agrees, slow blinking as Jimin’s teeth sink into his shoulder again. “Your Carmen.”

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mem x mem fics 🤍

read [ ✓ ] not read [ ✘ ] still reading [〥]

mostly for myself to keep track, but feel free to read these if any are of interest to u! <3

make sure to check the tags before indulging in a fic! also all of these fics are from ao3!

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YOONMIN

one shots

4 a.m is the worst [the one where yoongi keeps coming back at 4 a.m. making jimin fall in love with him just a little more.] ✘

we make the perfect blend [it’s been months since it started, yoongi and jimin winding up in bed together, half naked and half drunk, every other weekend with their hands and mouths connected. they don’t talk about it, pretend it isn’t happening, and jimin suffers in secret. the sweet messages yoongi writes on jimin’s coffee cups don’t mean anything, none of it does, he’s just a good hyung.] ✘

teach me the way to your heart [after taking jimin’s first kiss in a game of truth or dare, yoongi finds himself agreeing to help jimin practice. maybe things wouldn’t be so difficult, if jimin wasn’t so cute, or if his lips didn’t taste like peaches, or if he only wanted to practice kissing.] ✓

in vinos veritas [jimin and yoongi make a deal to get married at 30 if they're both still single.] ✘

indelible ink [of course he’s stuck in a supply closet on new year’s eve at nearly midnight. and, of course, the only other person in the office for him to get stuck with is park jimin. being stuck with jimin would be fine, if yoongi didn’t have a massive crush on him.] ✓

cupcakes of forgiveness [jimin's roommate likes to have loud, obnoxious, raunchy sex. so he camps out on the neighbor's couch.] ✓

double ended [coworkers yoongi and jimin are always competing for sales and trying to outdo each other. they’re enemies, rivals. no matter what anyone thinks, it’s absolutely not sexual tension.] ✓

we're just lost stars [it's hard growing up, seeing your imperfections and having to face that you're in the spotlight 24/7, for jimin it's even harder when you're falling in love with the only person who makes you feel perfect. someone that probably just sees you as a kid anyways. (or, that one where jimin grows up, yoongi takes notice, and basically all of bangtan ship yoonmin)] ✘

series

you're worth more than gold (medals) [the only thing on jimin's mind before his first olympic games on the figure skating team is potential glory. his teammate hoseok is very eager to inform him of other possible perks. like the free condoms for all athletes. jimin isn’t interested in any of that - until he meets min yoongi.] ✓ chapters in total: 6/6

break my heart and start again [jimin has been hiding his unrequited love for his best friend for years. but when yoongi is getting married, a trip away for his bachelor party crumbles all of jimin’s carefully held control.] 〥 chapters in total: 8/8

TAEKOOK

one shots

eyes on me baby [taehyung loses a bet and ends up nude modeling for legendary painter jeon jeongguk. he soon finds out that jeongguk fucks just as good as he paints.] ✘

read between your lines [jungkook is thrilled when his crush asks to borrow his textbook in class. but when taehyung leaves without returning it, jungkook feels like taehyung's stolen more than just his book.] ✓

bullet with butterfly wings [jeongguk hires taehyung to teach his son how to play the guitar, but taehyung ends up teaching jeongguk something about himself.] ✓

just two dudes being bros [shortly said: jungkook and taehyung are in denial over being in love with another, shown in a hilarious way..] ✓

no nut november ft. sope [jungkook bets hoseok that he can't go a month without sex. jungkook thinks it will be a piece of cake, but he's unaware that taehyung and yoongi have a bet of their own.] ✓

(even at my worst) i'm best with you [the one where taekook are ross and rachel.] ✘

a candlelight or two [taekook being whipped and having soft fluffy sex] ✘

bendy rulers [based on an article titled "STRAIGHT GUY WORRIES HE'S BEING HOMOPHOBIC TO GAY ROOMMATE, REALIZES HE'S FALLEN IN LOVE WITH HIM."] ✓

oh, boy [after suffering for a year to meet his rent every month, taehyung's best friend jimin suggests he get a roommate. enter jeon jungkook, the prettiest boy he's ever seen.] ✓

oh, you're gonna take me home (tonight) [having sex for the first time is something jeongguk had always dreamt of; made fantasies about it and, with shaking hands, had looked forward to since he was thirteen and had an orgasm for the first time. but then, when it finally happens, he's a little underwhelmed. and when taehyung finds out about that, he gently takes on the job himself to show jeongguk how it can be as well.] ✓

three weddings and a love story [jeongguk and taehyung crash weddings. they get in a little over their heads.] ✓

chronicles of jeon jeongguk's gay love story [jeongguk writes straight romance and sex for a living. taehyung edits them. until, jeongguk get his horny self together and sends a rough draft of a gay love story to taehyung.] ✓

get me out of my mind (get you out of those clothes) [taehyung never thought he'd fall in love with his roommate. then again, he never thought his roommate would have been a literal gift from god either.] ✘

the butterfly effect [jeongguk and taehyung play an innocent game of ‘never have I ever.’ how it ends up with jeongguk choking on taehyung’s cock, well, that’s a whole other story.] ✓

maybe we're fireproof [for as long as jeongguk can remember (and even before that too), his body has been on fire.] ✓

couldn't care more [so. yeah. jeongguk flashed his abs to the entire world. and taehyung needs to put him in his place.] ✓

i'll love you out loud [taehyung accidentally reveals to the whole group that he's in love with jeongguk while filming an episode of run BTS] ✓

stocking up on oxygen [just days in the life of taehyung and jeongguk getting through lockdown together.] ✘

tenacious d in the dick of destiny [in the midst of struggling with debts and empty plastic packets of instant ramyeon, taehyung and jeongguk joined forces to put the phrase "sex sells" to good use.] ✓

for a good time, call [kim taehyung, a well-known phone sex operator who specializes in providing anything and everything his clients ask, gets more than he bargained for when goldenboy books one of his sessions.] ✓

fever started a long time ago [in which taehyung eats a magical fortune cookie and wakes up physically dependent on jeongguk’s body heat.] ✓

make you mine (i can fuck you better) [it's one of life's greatest moral quandaries— if your roommate is the most gorgeous boy you've ever seen in your entire life and said gorgeous roommate already has a boyfriend, should you try and seduce him anyways? well, if you're jeon jungkook and the roommate in question is kim taehyung, the answer is...FUCK YES.] ✘

double tap [upon a dare, taehyung has to wear a vibrator to class. however, he accidentally drops his remote and the guy whom he was having sexual tension with for the last few months, jeon jeongguk, ends being the one to pick it up.] ✓

maybe [mutual pining between taekook, jungkook is in deniaaaal, canon compliant] ✓

try hard [with years of rivalry at hand, one can clearly point out that rebellious prodigy kim taehyung and golden boy jeon jeongguk simply can’t stand each other. and then suddenly comes out a rumor about said jeongguk being fucking hung and taehyung wants to punch him in the face even more than before (he also kind of wants to suck his dick, but that’s beside the point).] ✓

don't bother knocking [taehyung can't sleep without hugging something, but when he's especially anxious his pillows aren’t quite enough. on those occasions taehyung bribes his very cute neighbour jeongguk to let him sleep in his bed and use him as a body pillow. and jeongguk is totally fine with that. the only problem is that he's pretty sure taehyung thinks he's straight and he has no idea how to tell him that he's most definitely not. he's gay, so very gay and all the platonic cuddling and non-dates are slowly killing him on the inside.] ✓

eat fess love [the one where shitty elevators serve as the one thing standing between jeongguk and his three step plan to win taehyung over.] ✓

anger is a secondary emotion [taehyung is spending time with someone. jungkook is irritated. the two have nothing to do with each other.] ✓

like a moon (i revolve around you) [the point of being friends with benefits is to do it no strings attached - no getting attached.] ✘

look around [“jungkook?”. her voice comes out a little hoarse and broken as she stares across the table at the boy that she had, no less than two nights ago, walked in on in the middle of getting fucked. there’s no mistaking it. she’d recognize him anywhere. (mostly because she’d spent those last couple of days thinking about the muscled line of his shoulders and the pretty, pretty noises he’d made riding that dude’s cock, but — whatever.)] ✘

something to do with hands [“it’s a lot like falling in love with a city you’ve never been to.”] ✘

series

cuz in a sky full of stars (i think i saw you) [taehyung always has bad ideas. and jeongguk thinks this might be the best.] ✓ chapters in total: 9/9

(before you) i thought i had it all [jeon jungkook has it all. the business, the money, the power. anyone he meets falls to their knees for him, but it's not like he gives a shit. that is, until a certain silver haired boy crashes into his life. maybe he doesn't have it all. . . yet.] ✓ chapters in total: 14/14

chemistry [jungkook just wants to get his tutoring sessions with the president's son over with. taehyung just wants to get his cute tutor under him.] 〥 chapters in total: 11/11

long road to ruin [jungkook accidentally texting taehyung instead of jimin regarding how badly he wants him.] ✘ chapters in total: 4/4

let's pretend for real [jeon jungkook and kim taehyung are best friends who are secretly in love with each other. they thought their feelings will forever be unrequited until jungkook ask taehyung to be his fake boyfriend for his brother’s wedding. confusion and chaos ensue as they try to navigate their ‘pretend’ relationship.] ✘ chapters in total: 7/?

just say "yes" (i'd rather have everything than nothing at all) [it all starts with a tweet: KTH is giving me serious creeper vibes.against his better judgement, taehyung clicks.] ✓ chapters in total: 3/3

fade into you [it’s been almost a decade since taehyung walked out of jungkook’s life for good. now, two of their best friends from college are getting married. will they be able to overcome their messy past and find a way to move forward? or will spending a week together in a place full of memories only serve to reopen old wounds? whether jungkook likes it or not, he’s about to find out.] ✓ chapters in total: 26/26

realms between us [jeongguk doesn’t know how spirit magic or ouija boards work. he assumes it takes something a lot more complicated than a drunk man asking for a sex demon to show up for it to actually happen. something like cutting your hand and letting your blood drip onto the petals of a rare flower. or saying something religious into a mirror while doing the macarena. that's how jeongguk knows that this is a prank. that's how he knows that the boy sitting on his bed claiming to be an incubus is lying.] ✓ chapters in total: 8/8

maybe we can be (each other's company) [in which jeongguk is an idol, and taehyung is a dedicated fan account.] ✘ chapters in total: 10/10

new (newer) rules [step #1: don't get involved with the guy your girlfriend cheats with. failed step 1.] ✓ chapters in total: 6/6

how to top [in which the school's resident badboy helps a seemingly unattractive loser win the heart of his best friend. it sounds like a good idea at first, however, it's all fun and fake dates until somebody accidentally falls in love.] 〥 chapters in total: 38/38

loving you is; blue and grey [to explain it in short, taehyung is pining for jungkook, but jungkook is crushing on jimin. i should note that it's ft. yoonmin !! and looots of angst. the summary already is angsty dfkjhfdkj] ✓ chapters in total: 13/13

outlines [simply put, taehyung needs a boyfriend for his brother’s wedding – jeongguk volunteers. (featuring lots of phone calls, a healthy amount of practice, and unnecessary throwbacks and references).] ✓ chapters in total: 5/5

fall asleep (fall for you) [a university AU where jungkook and taehyung become roommates. but jungkook has insomnia and can't fall asleep with other people and taehyung can't fall asleep alone.] 〥 chapters in total: 22/22

curveball [star baseball player kim taehyung meets rookie sports reporter jeon jeongguk, and it’s a whole new ball game for them both.] 〥 chapters in total: 11/11

oranges and art students [jungkook gets his first apartment away from busan, away from his parents, away from the stress of his earlier life. he soon finds out that his next door neighbor is pretty much out of his fucking mind.] ✘ chapters in total: 10/10

infinity on high [for his first year of university, jeongkook expects sex. if he was honest with himself, it's one of the things he looked forward to. what he doesn't expect, is to become fuck buddies with the first person he hooks up with.] ✘ chapters in total: 7/7

the geographical cure [jeon jeongguk likes to travel. for so long, his life has been made up of new countries, new places, new experiences (and new boys.) a vacation makes you feel suspended in time, detached from the world, weightless. and prague seems far enough away from seoul for him to disappear completely. that is, until he meets kim taehyung on the plane, and his entire world shifts on its axis.] ✘ chapters in total: 6/6

NAMKOOK

one shots

cut to the chase [when jimin drags jungkook to his morning running club to be his “wingman”, jungkook doesn’t expect to meet the most attractive man he’s ever seen. it’s just his bad luck that jimin is totally into the guy.] ✓

the tip of the iceberg [on a cruise for his friends’ wedding, jungkook is just trying to relax and recreate a few moments from titanic. But a room mixup causes him to have to share a room, and a bed, with his crush, and jungkook feels himself sinking fast. despite the panic, maybe it’s not all bad, especially if jungkook can experience a little more movie romance than he expected.] ✓

MINKOOK

one shots

snow place i'd rather be [a perfect storm kicks off a perfect day when yoongi and jeongguk get snowed in. jeongguk is thrilled to have the opportunity to spend the day cuddling with his boyfriend while they watch christmas movies. but when the power goes out and things get a little chilly, they need to find other ways to stay warm.] ✘

we are probably (in love) [five times jungkook tries to serenade yoongi with WAP and one time it (sort of) works.] ✓

i think i'm coming alive with you [they haven’t been dating long, and jungkook has never stayed over, never slept in yoongi’s bed. but after a night out, yoongi doesn’t think twice about inviting his new boyfriend to sleep over for the first time. when he wakes in the night with a problem, jungkook is more than willing to solve it, even if he might fall asleep while trying.] ✓

TAEGI

one shots

things that go bump in the night [despite his fear of scary things, taehyung was all in on weekly horror movie nights with his roommate yoongi. maybe the nightmares are worth it when he can crawl into his crush's bed every night.] ✘

series

no time like now [when his hook up-turned-blind date suggests they pretend to be in a relationship to get their friends off their backs, yoongi reluctantly agrees. yoongi is rigid. he values routine and planning, consistency and schedules. spontaneous taehyung breezes into his life, seemingly intent on upending it. and maybe yoongi doesn’t realize how much he might like that until it’s slipping through his fingers.] ✘ chapters in total: 7/7

prove it [it all started with a phrase. just one simple off-hand comment: I could make you come easily. a joke. a throw-away assurance when yoongi was feeling down. but he couldn't stop thinking about it and before he was even aware of what he was doing, yoongi was at his door: prove it.] ✓ chapters in total: 18/18

VMIN

one shots

fuck with a star [after a drunk night of sex with his best friend, jimin is faced with a few things amidst preparations for a concert. 1. jimin is straight 2. taehyung is not 3. jimin is determined to pretend that nothing ever happened, and 4. taehyung is determined to prove him otherwise] ✓

JIKOOK

one shots

love on top [jungkook and jimin are both exclusive tops but someone's got to give in.] ✘

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bts-hyperfixation · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 14

VMin - Spanking

Spanking, Mention Cum inflation, Crying, Dom/Switch/Sub relations

"Our Taehyungie has been awfully naughty today Y/N" Jimin states as you walk through the door.

You find the pair on the sofa, Taehyung looking rather sorry for himself, kneeling on the floor at Jimin's feet. The blonde has a firm grasp on Taehyung's hair keeping him in place.

"What did I miss?" You ask, moving to crouch next to the brunette man.

"I came home to find Taehyung sprawled across the sofa moaning your name as he jerked himself off," Jimin explains.

"Oh dear," You tilt Tae's chin towards you.

"I thought you were on a masturbation ban baby... How else are you going to be able to fill Jimin with so much cum you can see it in his tummy? I thought that was what you wanted?" You shake your head and push his face away from you.

He begins to fight his corner, begins utterances and forgets them just as quickly in order to get you to forgive his transgression. You cut him off before he can form one solid sentence.

"How do you think it made poor Jiminie feel? All he wants is to be so full of you, and you've let him down." You frown once more at the man on the floor before turning your attention to Jimin.

"I think he needs a good spanking, remind him who gets to make the decisions around here." He says, puffing up his chest, fingers still threaded in Taehyung's hair.

You glance between the two, watching how Jimin takes great pleasure in tugging slightly, every so often thinking you might not notice. Teahyung tries not to whimper each time, wanting to prove he can behave.

"And who exactly is that, Jimin." You say, with expectation in your voice.

You glance pointedly at his hand and he immediately releases, smoothing the distressed hair until it lays flat again. You watch the way the younger man leans into the soft touch and any meanness you thought you had mustered up immediately dissipates.

"You are Y/N." Jimin says sheepishly.

"Right." You nod. "But both of you seem to have forgotten that, so I need you both on my bed with your trousers down before I've finished making myself a drink, which I notice neither of you thought to do for me today…."

The men glance at each other briefly before scrambling towards the bedroom. You shake your head and watch as they trip over one another trying to be the first into the room. They are loud as they try to decide exactly how this is going to go for them, squabbling so noisily you can hear it from the kitchen as you take time pouring your drink into a glass. You take your time waiting till they quiet, straining to hear your footsteps. Eventually, you down the remainder of your drink and make your way into the bedroom.

Each man is knelt over the edge of the bed, pillows beneath their knees propping them up. Their trousers are folded on the desk in the corner of the room. It's almost too delicious a sight to ruin it with dark purpling bruises. Their bums face you, bared and unmarked, ready for your punishment. You take your time to observe the two, watching them fidget under your gaze. Neither of them dares look back, focused on a particular spot on the wall ahead of them. Eventually, you take pity on them.

You watch their heads perk up as you open your playtime drawer. You select a paddle from your selection. It's nice and wide, solid wood, a personal favourite of Taehyung's.

"I think Jimin should be first, don't you agree?" You only hear groans in response.

Jimin probably still hasn't come to terms with the fact he is being punished alongside Taehyung, and Taehyung just really hates to wait.

"Jimin, I need you to tell me why you're being punished?"

You use the paddle to caress his cheeks, seeing him flinch as the cold paddle touches his bare skin.

"I... I…." He swallows hard. "I started to punish Taehyung before you came home."

You let out an approving sound so he knows he is on the right track.

"I was upset that he ruined our plans, but I know I shouldn't take that into my own hands." Jimin continues.

"Good boy, how are you feeling?"

"I'm okay." He says, so you move forward with the punishment.

You raise the paddle back about 6 inches before quickly slamming onto his left cheek. There is a small thud and Jimin jerks forward. You repeat the motion another 3 times before finally bringing the paddle back even further for a much harder final hit. You can see the rectangular outline imprinted onto his skin. You reach out to rub the dark spot gently.

Jimin whimpers at your touch, sniffling as he presses himself into the mattress away from your touch.

"You're finished now Jimin, please sit up for me."

Obediently, the blonde stands and twists himself to sit on the edge of the bed favouring his right side. You reach forward and wipe the tears from his cheek before leaning in to kiss his forehead softly.

"Are you okay, angel?" You ask, making sure he maintains eye contact.

"I'm okay." He nods.

You nod in return and gesture for him to scoot back and lean against the headboard. Then your attention returns to Taehyung. You run a hand down his spine so he knows it's his turn. You dig your nails in as you get to the base leaving scratches in your wake.

"And why are you being punished Taehyung."

"I was too impatient and ruined our chance to play a new game tonight." You can hear the pout in his voice, you know he is making that stupid face he pulls whenever he wants something.

"And are you sorry about it?"

"I'm very sorry Y/N, I just missed you guys today." He tries to be sweet, justify his actions and lessen his sentence.

It doesn't work. Instead, you check on his well-being and begin his punishment. You begin with eight swift hits, four per cheek, ensuring he remains uncomfortable every time he tries to sit for the next few days. For the final two blows you abandon the paddle, placing it back in place in your dresser, leaving Taehyung to breathe, and panic just a little.

"Two more baby, can you take it?" You ask.

He nods in response. You lean over him to check he isn't lying to you. Tears stream down his cheeks and his lip is bitten to almost the point of bleeding. You ask him once more and watch carefully as he answers you again.

"Please, carry on." You oblige, leaning back and raising your hand.

This time the smack is loud, it echoes around the room. You can feel the sting radiate through your palm as a perfect carbon copy appears on your lover's bum. You strike the other side with the same amount of force, making Taehyung sob. You gesture for Jimin to reach the salve you keep on the nightstand and apply it liberally to Taehyung's inflamed skin. He flinches away as the cold cream soothes his skin.

"Okay, move forward onto the bed baby, side or front only for a little while." You say, putting the salve away.

The brunette crawls up the bed and collapses into Jimin's lap. The pair cuddle as you go about setting up the room for bedtime. You check in with them both one more time before you leave the room to fetch drinks from the kitchen and soft PJs from the laundry room. You return to find both men have abandoned their shirts and pulled themselves as close to each other as possible, Jimin the small spoon. Somehow they still managed to lie diagonally, taking up all of the space.

"And where am I supposed to sleep?" You ask, shaking your head.

You smile lovingly at the pair as they glance from each other to you and back again before making just enough space for you to fit in front of Jimin.

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#jimin smut #vmin smut #vmin fic #dom reader #sub jimin #sub v #sub taehyung #taehyung smut #jimin fic #taehyung fic #bts smut #bts fic #kinktober 22 #kinktober

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vminhoes · 19 days

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Count me in

Jimin has had it with his boyfriends fucking without him.

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daegudrama · 4 months

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Title: Route 613

Pairing: Reader/Namjoon, Reader/Yoongi, Reader/Vmin

Summary: Reader wants to be the very best Pokémon trainer there ever was. Her first stop in that journey is Paldea University home to a myriad of higher education. Still working to get over her ex boyfriend, Yoongi, reader forms new connections while making a few questionable decisions along the way. Each battle bringing her closer to the glory she's always dreamed of. Will she succeed in becoming champion or will outside forces stop her from achieving her goal?

Word Count: 11.3K

Disclaimer: Real life ages mean nothing in this fic. Refer here for ages and my shitty graphics

cross posted to ao3 here

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Chapter 3

You knock on Yunjin’s door while Hiyyih holds the spoils of your snack run. Almost as soon as you pull your hand away, the door opens revealing Chaewon and Yunjin wearing matching silk pajamas. It makes you wish you had a matching set instead of the long sleeve shirt and sweatpants combo you’ve put on.

“Welcome!! Everyone else is already here. Come in!” Chaewon says stepping out of your way so you can enter.

Yunjin has plush cushions scattered across her floor around a coffee table. There is a dark sofa behind the coffee table that no one is using, opting for the cozy looking nest of pillows on the floor instead. As she said the boys are already here looking comfy in loose shirts and sweatpants except Namjoon who is wearing a brown hoodie with his sweatpants. Each of them has a drink in their hand and the coffee table is covered in a spread of snacks. The cushion to the right of Namjoon is empty so you take a seat. Yoongi is on the other side of the table with Jimin on his right side and the hosts on his left. Taehyung is seated between Namjoon and Jimin, already snacking on some chips.

Yunjin turns on a movie and you crack open one of the drinks you picked up before you went back to your dorm to wash up. It’s a movie you’ve seen a few times before so you spend more time watching the reactions of the people around you then actually watching the movie. Everyone seems to be enjoying it, sipping their drinks and reaching for snacks occasionally. When the credits roll Jimin suggests a game of never have I ever.

“Why do you always suggest this game?” Taehyung asks, squeezing Jimin’s bicep with his long fingers. “You always end up drinking more than anyone else.”

“Isn’t that the whole point?” Jimin asks, tilting his chin down as his face spreads into a cheeky smile.

“I’ll start!” Yunjin says looking around the room like it might give her an idea. She giggles before she speaks again. “Never have I ever had a boyfriend.”

Hiyyih, Namjoon, and Jimin take a drink with you. Your eyes fall to Jimin after you swallow. More new information about Jimin. This doesn’t really surprise you Jimin hasn’t used pronouns often when talking about his various conquests.

Without discussion you move to the next question. For several rounds the questions stay tame, leading the majority of you to drink nearly every time, until Namjoon says, “Never have I ever kissed someone in this room.”

Everyone except for Hiyyih and Namjoon takes a drink. It’s obvious by the shock on his face he was only expecting Chaewon and Yunjin to drink. What you are shocked by is Taehyung and Jimin giggling as all eyes fall on them. You simply need to hear this story.

“What, don't you kiss your homies?” Taehyung asks with a look of pure seriousness crossing his drunk face.

Jimin pulls Taehyung closer by the back of the neck and kisses him like it’s something he does every day. Their lips move together with needy passion stirring something deep in your stomach. Jimin is about to crawl in Taehyung’s lap when Yoongi whines and grabs a fist full of Jimin’s shirt pulling him backwards.

“Show some restraint. This doesn’t need to turn into an orgy.”

That is not an image you want in your mind. Even if it was just the guys it’s not an idea you should entertain. It’s been far too long since you’ve been fucked though and images of Yoongi’s hands on your body spring up without warning. You take a long pull of your drink thinking maybe it will wash away the thought.

“Never have I ever sent a nude.” Taehyung moves the game along without anyone stopping to interrogate you about kissing Yoongi.

Namjoon and Hiyyih are the lone two who don’t drink once again. Once again your mind is flooded with images your sober brain would certainly not be haunting you with. In particular one stands out. The ass picture Yoongi once sent you with the same framing as the one you sent him. Maybe he was teasing you but the picture was so hot you didn’t respond for several minutes. You wonder if Yoongi’s mind is also flooded with images of your naked body.

Hiyyih, swaying in her intoxicated state, pipes up next with something you don’t expect. There is a sly smile on her face like she knows she’s going to get all of you easily.

“I’m a virgin. Drink whores.”

The room fills with laughter as everyone except Hiyyih finishes their drinks. Whether or not she is a virgin wasn’t a question that had come up in your many conversations thus far. This new information doesn’t make you feel a particular way. Everyone moves at their own pace and she’s had hawk eyes on her ever since her brother became champion. This leads into sharing the story of the first time each of you had sex. Most of their stories are quite similar. Bringing someone over when their parents were away. Most of their first times were not what they thought it would be at all.

“I had been dating my first boyfriend for a few months when we decided we wanted to try to have sex. We didn’t really know what we were doing as two virgins. Honestly it wasn’t ever really great with him.” Namjoon says, circling one finger around the rim of his drink. “My most recent ex taught me basically everything I know.”

Two boyfriends. The inappropriate part of your brain wonders if he’s ever been with a woman, but that is definitely not something you should ask. Not now or not ever. That is information he needs to volunteer to you. Just looking at his handsome face is enough.

“Y/N, what about you?” Chaewon asks, leaning into her girlfriend’s shoulder. “Who took your virginity?”

Hiyyih’s eyes dart back and forth between you and Yoongi. You haven't explicitly told her but it’s an easy connection to make. When you look towards Yoongi he has a stupid smirk on his face like he thinks that still means anything. You make eye contact tilting your head to the side in question.

“I did.” Yoongi says before you can speak up. “We were each other’s firsts.”

Eventually, you are sure they’ll ask why the two of you broke up, but today is not that day. There is only a moment of brief shock before Taehyung launches into the story of how he lost his virginity in a flower field. Which in his words is not as romantic and scenic as you would think. Apparently a pokemon snuck up on him and the girl and they had to run while desperately trying to put their clothes on.

Yoongi shifts to put a pillow in his lap and you can only imagine what thoughts are running through his mind. Your first time together isn’t a story worth telling either but things got so much better. Has Yoongi been alone this whole time too? Is he also thinking about the leg shaking orgasms?

Namjoon’s arm brushes yours and you wonder when he got so close to you. You are acutely aware of how close he is as the conversation morphs away from your sex lives back to the people you met tonight. Namjoon and Jimin take the lead in this conversation gushing about the amazing scientists they met. After being around people of that caliber for so much of your life it doesn’t really phase you anymore. You can understand their excitement though. It’s like if you were to meet the elite four.

In your drunken state you suggest watching Rugrats in Paris and Chaewon all but jumps at the chance to watch the beloved childhood movie. Yunjin turns off the lights so the room is only lit by the brightness of the TV screen. You pop a chip into your mouth chewing as the open credits begin.

Jimin and Taehyung are snuggled together and you wonder how they keep their relationship so seemingly casual when they act how they do.

Namjoon shifts into a more comfortable position bringing him even closer to you. His heart pounds as his thick thigh is pressed against yours feeling the heat radiating off of your body. Namjoon hesitantly moves to rest his large hand on your knee. Is this okay, he wonders. He throws a few side glances your way that you catch with your peripheral vision. Subtly is not in his favor right now, but he doesn’t really care. Your pajama pants are so soft and instead of tensing under his touch you find yourself relaxing. Namjoon takes that as a good sign.

Both you and Namjoon pretend to pay attention to the movie playing out on the screen but your minds are overloaded with feelings. Most of which could, in your cause, be associated with the fact that no one has touched you in seven months.

You lean against his arm playing into whatever he’s trying to do for the moment. Namjoon holds in a gasp, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention. Your ex is in the room after all and Namjoon isn’t exactly sure why you and Yoongi broke up. It’s obvious that you aren’t completely comfortable around your ex and Namjoon is happy to be a distraction from that. Nothing you have said makes him think you want to be in a relationship with Yoongi again. It does seem like you are still working on getting over your ex, though.

You can feel Yoongi’s eyes on you and this prompts you to stick your tongue out at him. Namjoon thinks about backing off when he sees this playful behavior, but the alcohol clouding his judgment wins and he stays put.

Yoongi’s gummy smile which you haven’t seen in months appears and you can hear him chuckling. Your heart aches and you reach for the cup of soju you poured not too long ago that is resting on the table before sinking deeper into Namjoon’s shoulder. Namjoon is sure he made the right decision by not pulling away.

You share the drink with Namjoon passing the plastic cup back and forth. It’s so casual like you’ve been friends for ages. There’s comfort in having someone next to you. Namjoon is such a gentle person you trust he wouldn’t have bad intentions. Namjoon feels Yoongi’s eyes watching them but ignores it. He is focused on you. What really matters.

Half way through the film you feel the man next to you shift until his breath is tickling your neck. Namjoon is starting to feel sleepy but he wants to spend more time with you.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” His low voice sends a shiver down your spine.

You nod your head in response and Namjoon gets up only wobbling for a second before offering you his hand. You take his warm hand and pull yourself off the floor trying not to think of all the things your horny brain might like him to do with those hands. Namjoon releases your hand and the two of you walk towards the door. Neither of you turn to see the reactions of your friends but you are sure there are more than a few raised eyebrows. Namjoon knows Jimin is going to have a plethora of questions in the morning.

“We’re going for a walk.” You call over your shoulder, not paying attention to the looks being thrown at you, shoving your feet into your shoes.

Namjoon leads the way, pushing his arms into his jacket as you step into the cool night air. He looks so peaceful staring up at the stars as you walk away from the dorms. He releases a Bellsprout letting the pokemon walk in front of you. His pokemon has an aura of love surrounding it that you can feel even from yards away.

“This is Bangwool. I caught her a few days before I left Kanto. She warmed up to me really quickly.”

He wears the same kind of smile you do when you watch your pokemon. Pride and overwhelming love. Watching other people love their pokemon on the same level as you fills you with joy. Though the two of you raise these companions for different reasons you both only want the best for them.

You ask him questions about his pokemon rubbing your arms against the cold air. How you didn’t think to put on a jacket is beyond you. Even the alcohol can only keep you so warm. He is leading you towards the field where the stargazing event happened. He looks over at you, studying the way you are shivering for a moment before hastily removing his jacket.

“No, it’s okay, I'm fine.” You say as he tries to press the jacket into your arms.

“Y/N, come on.” He says softly before pulling you to a stop.

His fingers gently hold your wrist and your heart reacts wildly. There isn’t much space between you and Namjoon when he reaches behind you, settling his jacket on your shoulders. It’s like he’s trying to drive you insane. Namjoon is testing the limits a bit. He could have let you put it on yourself, but where is the fun in that?

He is looking down at you with a soft smile. It’s been a long time since he felt the joy of having a crush. A simple joy he’s deprived himself of. He pinches your cheek, a short chuckle sounding from his mouth, before backing away continuing his walk. You stand frozen processing what just happened.

It takes a moment for your shorter legs to catch up with his longer ones. His jacket has a light floral scent that is far more noticeable once you push your arms through the sleeves. The oversized fabric is cozy like a hug. Namjoon picks Bangwool up off the ground carrying her until you reach the field.

Sitting on the grass you let Spark out and he plays with Bangwool. Namjoon stands in front of you for a moment seemingly contemplating something before he joins you on the ground. What you don’t expect is his head falling on your lap. A true smile that shows off his deep dimples takes over his face. Tonight Namjoon decides he deserves happiness.

“Hi, there.” You breath out head spinning and you truly wonder if maybe your drunk brain is imagining this happening.

“Is this okay?” He doesn’t make any effort to move as he waits for your answer.

He doesn’t fully relax until you nod. Perhaps if you were even a little more sober you would say no, but this is harmless. It’s a good distraction from all the Yoongi related questions plaguing your brain. He starts talking about water pokemon, specifically the ones you can find in Cabo Poco, and you animatedly tell him about the things you’ve seen.

“When I was 12 there was a Gastrodon on the beach that was so wounded they couldn’t move. It's rare to see the blue and green variant in that area and they are tricky to treat. After my father helped nurse them back to health, they stole our sandwiches and went back into the ocean.”

As you speak you watch your pokemon running together across the field. Your fingers absentmindedly card through Namjoon’s soft hair. His chest flutters but he remains calm on the outside.

The world around you feels calm and you don’t worry about what could happen tomorrow. All that matters is right here and right now.

“Isn’t it funny that you grew to love fire types when you lived so close to the ocean?”

“My mom loves fire types so I’ve always found them interesting.” You say looking down at the perfect slope of his nose and curve of his lips. “I want to have a diverse team that can help me overcome any challenge that is thrown my way.”

“You’ve already gotten a good team started.” He murmurs, pulling out his phone and snapping a picture of the sky. He turns the camera towards you and snaps a photo. A captured memory of a wonderful moment.

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The morning brings a brain splitting headache and several worried text messages. Assessing the damage you are happy to find yourself alone in bed fully clothed. You let your friends know you are in fact alive before taking a shower. Your memory gets kind of hazy after sitting in the field with Namjoon, but it seems like you made it home without making any questionable decisions. Only time will tell, you suppose.

Showering does wonders to make you feel better, or well enough to do some homework. It’s noon by the time you venture out of your room needing more than the snacks you have in your room to sustain you.

“Y/N!” Jimin calls to you as you are walking in the courtyard.

You stop looking toward him as he walks your way. He’s wearing an oversized purple hoodie with jeans and somehow he makes it look like he should be on a runway.

“Hi, do you want to grab lunch? I’m starving.”

He nods letting you lead the way towards the dining hall. “You know it’s Halloween next week and we haven’t made any plans.”

“Do you know any parties we could hit up?” You ask already knowing he must have a plan or he wouldn’t have brought it up.

“There’s an upperclassman who throws a warehouse party every year. Last year it was the party to be at and he told me to bring all my friends this year.” He says this so matter of factly you wonder if there is really a choice here. Not that you want to say no. It’s not like anyone else has invited you. “It’ll be fun I promise.”

“Okay,” He grabs your arm in excitement as you continue speaking, “but I don’t have a costume.”

“Good thing Mesagoza has everything we could ever need.” When you look at him skeptically he continues. “During October Bagin’s gets transformed into a costume shop.”

After eating a quick lunch you head over to Bagin’s to look for a costume having not even an inkling about what you want to be. This weekend you want to let loose and stop your perpetual worrying. You’ve never worn a sexy costume for Halloween before and what a better time than now to break that tradition.

Racks and racks of costumes are neatly lined up where expensive backpacks usually reside. Nothing is catching your eye as you look through the costumes. Jimin keeps offering ideas that are not quite what you are looking for.

“What about this?” He asks, holding up a blue cheerleader costume with a minuscule shirt and skirt.

“Maybe,” you say, walking towards him until you are within arms length, “you should wear it.”

“You think I won’t?” He challenges and you tap his nose with your index finger before finally finding something that looks promising.

A witch costume. Not very creative but the cut of it catches your eye. If you are going to a party you would rather not wear something over the top that could get ruined. Though, you’ve never been to this kind of party you can imagine the vibes. Something that’s cute but not restricting is probably the best bet. Jimin gives an approving look when you show him what you’ve found.

Jimin is still clutching the cheerleader costume when you check out. Will that skirt even cover his ass? Is he really willing to go this far? Shouldn’t he have had a costume ready? He buys the costume after you pay for yours and holds the door for you on the way out.

“Where’d you go with Joon last night?” Jimin asks, fiddling with the strings on his hoodie.

“We just went to the field and let our pokemon play.”

It looks like he wants to ask more, but there is truly nothing else to tell him. Nothing special, just a walk for some fresh air. Namjoon is his friend, why wouldn’t he ask him? Or is he being nosey wanting to know what you think? Are you thinking too heavily about this?

“I had to stop Yoongi from following you.” Jimin says softly, taking a seat on a bench between two tall buildings. You sit beside him digesting what he’s just said. “He was worried about you.”

“That’s not his place anymore.” A swell of frustration fills your chest. “It’s his own fault we broke up. Where does he get off—”

You let out a defeated groan. This is something you are going to be dealing with for much longer than you want to. In an ideal world you wouldn’t be dealing with this at all, but unfortunately that is not your reality. Yoongi is here and his life is still intertwined with yours far too tightly.

“What happened between you two? If you’re comfortable telling me.”

It takes a moment for you to decide to be vulnerable. If they have the same information as you do about what happened they’ll be able to help you. So, you tell him the same thing you told Hiyyih. He places a comforting hand on your shoulder rubbing small circles.

“Now we can’t really escape each other and that would be fine if he would just tell me. His mom just left me with more questions. I feel like I’m going insane.”

“For Halloween let's forget all about him.” Jimin says pulling his hand away from your shoulder. “Let’s just enjoy the party. We can make new memories.”

There’s a warmness in your heart knowing Jimin wants to help you however he can. For so long you didn’t have many friends. Experiencing new things is the best way to distract your mind until Yoongi no longer affects you like this. You are looking forward to Halloween and the chaos that will ensue.

For a while you sit on the bench with Jimin talking about what last year's party was like. It morphs into talking about the parties he wants you to come to. Apparently, there is one going on somewhere almost every Friday. You aren’t sure if you’ll like that kind of vibe. Small parties with your friends have always been more your taste.

“Are you sure you won’t abandon me for a hookup?” You ask as the two of you walk outside the gates of Mesagoza strolling through the grass.

“I think you’re more interesting than any hookup I could find.” He says casually not looking you in the eyes.

“Even more interesting than Taehyung?” You question jokingly.

What you’re more interested in is if he will imply that he has in fact hooked up with Taehyung.

“I know him too well already.” Now he looks at you before continuing. “There’s still a lot to learn about you.”

You are about to answer when your phone buzzes in your pocket. It’s a text from Chaewon reminding you of the study date you agreed to earlier in the week. Spending time with Jimin makes you lose track of what time it is.

“I have to go study with Chaewon. I totally forgot until she just messaged me.” You type out a message to Chaewon telling her you’ll be over soon. “I’ll see you later!”

He says bye as you rush off not wanting to make her wait any longer than she already has. You need this study session if you’re going to keep up with Hiyyih. Even if she’s your best friend here you won’t let that stand in the way of challenging the elite four this spring.

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The whole week you focus on classes barely hanging out with your friends aside from meals and your planned study sessions with them. If you want a truly stress free night all your homework needs to be taken care of. It doesn’t help that it feels like you have to work twice as hard as your peers for the same results. But the hours you are putting in every evening battling trainers off campus is paying off. Your team is growing stronger and listening better with each new challenge.

“Y/N…” Hiyyih whines from the other side of the table settled in the back corner of the library. The light shining through the window warms you. “We have next week's reading done. Can we please go get crepes before we meet up with the girls to get ready?”

“Battle me first.” You quip knowing she’s going to turn you down.

“We are not battling right now.” She rolls her eyes while she puts away her notebooks.

“You’re going to have to battle me eventually.” You say also putting your things away because crepes sound good right now.

“Do you know if Namjoon is coming tonight?” She asks instead, completely avoiding talking about battling you.

“He’s going to a party in town.” You say letting go of her not wanting to battle you for the moment. It’s not like you’ll be able to change her mind today. “He invited us, but I already told Jimin I’d go to the warehouse party.”

Ever since you told her about Namjoon resting his head in your lap she’s been mentioning him more. Hiyyih has been trying to convince you it means something all week whenever you’d let her get a non school related word in. But his coat is still hanging off the back of your couch. For some reason you haven’t yet returned it. He never said anything about your walk, and that’s how you want to keep it. This week he was around less, but we are all getting busy. Putting meaning where there doesn’t need to be meaning will only hurt you. So you are choosing not to think about it.

“Let’s see how the night goes and maybe we can head over there if things get boring.” Hiyyih replies, her shirt lifting up to show a bit of her stomach as she stretches.

“Okay.” You zip your things into your bag and sling it over your shoulder. “But text the group chat and ask what they want. Jimin will be pissed if we get crepes without him.”

“Already on it.” She says following you out of the library as she taps away on her phone screen. “Speaking of Jimin, do you know what he’s going as? He refuses to tell me.”

This makes you wonder if he had a plan before the two of you went shopping together. Jimin seems like someone who would want to do a matching costume with his friend. Did he not plan something with Taehyung? Imagining him in that cheerleading outfit is not where you should be.

“It’ll be better if you see it in person.” You say with a smirk.

“Not you too!” She whines again, pouting her lips.

Your phone buzzes alerting you that someone in the group chat has responded.

Hiyyih orders for the group, after side eyeing you for calling the group idiots, making sure to get an extra because this is one of her favorite places. You watch the employee make the crepes right in front of you and thank them before you pay. This is your Halloween treat to them. Carrying all of the boxes isn’t easy but somehow you make it to Yunjin’s dorm with all the crepes intact.

“Hi!!” Chaewon says jumping up to help you lay out the boxes. “Oh, you even had them write out names on them. That’s so smart.”

As promised, Jimin and Taehyung are lounging on Yunjin’s couch waiting for their crepes. No one is in costume yet. In fact everyone looks quite cozy waiting for their sugary treat. Jimin seems almost feral as he grabs his crepe off the coffee table and starts cutting it up with the plastic fork he found inside the box.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Jimin says, making a kissy face that Taehyung quickly copies.

“You’re the best.” Taehyung affirms biting into his own crepe getting whip cream on his lips.

The way he licks it off his lips stirs something inside of you that you don’t want to think about. Let’s save those thoughts for when you are a lot more drunk and a lot more alone. The sweet taste of chocolate strawberry sweeps the thoughts of his tongue to the back of your brain.

“I ordered pizza.” Yunjin informs the room pointing her thumbs at herself. “No alcohol poisoning for these idiots tonight, just good vibes.”

“Thank you, Yunjin.” You say making half a heart with your hand that she completes.

“What were you guys doing all day?” Chaewon asks between bites.

“Y/N all but locked me in the library until we got through next week's homework.”

The eyes of your friends turn to you in question. You are sure in their mind homework is the last thing to be thinking about with a massive Halloween party just hours away. Not be that annoying person but your parents always taught you to work twice as hard as you play. Letting your hard work take a back seat for a party is simply not an option.

“Why do you make it sound like a hostage situation?” You roll your eyes at her dramatics knowing if she really wanted to leave she would’ve.

“I’ve studied with you,” Chaewon remarks, not looking up from where she’s staring at her crepe. She is staring at the food with a look of admiration. “I think you picked up study habits from your parents. Not bad but very intense sometimes.”

“Hiyyih won’t you be more relaxed tonight knowing there’s no homework to worry about?”

She contemplates your words for half a second before responding. It’s probably good you have friends that want you to have fun. It would be easy to force yourself to spend every waking moment training because you genuinely love doing it.

“As soon as I get a drink in me I’m sure I wouldn’t have thought about it.” She takes a bite of her treat, chewing and swallowing before continuing. “I wouldn’t be thinking about it now even if it wasn’t done.”

Light conversation fills the room while crepes are devoured. Taehyung is talking about how he is valuing comfort over a good costume this year. He shows us pictures of last year when he and Jimin dressed in vintage dresses with curly wigs and you wonder where they got the idea for that.

By the time the pizza arrives Yunjin deems it late enough to start pregaming. She pours a round of shots with a cute smile. As she holds up the shot glass she records a video. Each of your friends copies the movement lifting their shot glass in the air.

“To friends and lovers fuck the others.” Yunjin calls clinking her shot glass against the hoard of them in the middle.

She taps her glass on the edge of the table before pouring it down her throat like it’s nothing. You follow suit but reach for juice in front of you to chase away the burn in your throat. Jimin takes a seat next to you on the couch reaching for a slice of pizza. Chaewon has taken the duty of mixing drinks and Taehyung is turning on a speaker.

“How many people do you think you’ll kiss tonight?” You ask nudging his side with your elbow.

“Do you want to be the first?” He leans close to your ear before he speaks. His warm breath washes over your ear pulling heat to your cheeks. He pulls away to speak loud enough for the whole room to hear. “Probably no more than last year.”

“So two?” Taehyung asks from his position on the floor in front of the couch. He puckers his lips up in jest. “I’ll be on that list if you want.”

Oh, so they aren’t only like that when they are drunk? You have so many questions you can’t respectfully ask for the answers to. No one in the room reacts as if this is abnormal. You guess for these two this is normal. Harmless flirting that sometimes leads to them making out and who knows what else.

The pizza sweeps the thought to the back of your mind this time. Chaewon brings a pitcher full of something she mixed together and you put full faith in her ability to make it taste good. The music is setting a good mood and when you finish eating you already want to dance. You refrain, watching the way Jimin ties Yunjin’s hair bow into Taehyung’s dark locks. Tae takes out his phone and snaps a selfie. He tilts his head side to side and pretends to flip hair over his shoulder. He’s really feeling himself and it sends the room into a fit of giggles. The time spent pregaming is peaceful and it wastes away the time until it’s acceptable to show up to the party.

“We will not be crossdressing this year.” Taehyung says confidently fiddling with the bow in his hair then backtracks when both you and Jimin give him a questioning look. “Well I won’t be at least.”

“Tae and I are going to get dressed.” Jimin says pulling his friend off the floor. He downs the rest of the drink in his cup before speaking again. “Let’s meet up at the party in like an hour.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Hiyyih mumbles, scrolling on her phone with one hand and sipping out of a cup with her other.

The boys leave and you look over Hiyyih’s shoulder to see her looking at her brother’s instagram. He and four of his friends have dressed up as power rangers. She scrolls through the photos and you see his friends are the members of the elite four.

“The elite four?” You question despite knowing the answer. You’ve watched every video of them battling that’s available online at least once. “They are close with your brother?”

“Oh yeah, they are Kai’s b—” she cuts herself off hesitating, eyes widening like she almost said something she shouldn’t. You are about to tell her to forget it when she says, “really good friends. They are a lot closer than what they show in public.”

“You’re going to look way cooler than them, Hiyyih.” Chaewon says from across the coffee table where she has pulled out face paint for her costume.

“Soobin insisted they buy custom costumes. How nerdy can you get?” Hiyyih laughs into her drink before taking a sip and putting it down. She looks towards you. “Anyways, let's go get our costumes then we can get ready together.”

You nod, turning to the other girls to tell them you’ll be back in a minute. It's going to take them a lot longer for them to get ready anyways. When you step into the hall, noise surrounds you. Many students have propped their doors open and are walking in between rooms with cups of mystery liquid in their hands. Everyone is pregaming for whatever party they are headed to soon.

In Hiyyih’s room she collects the many pieces of her cowgirl Barbie costume. She decided to go for the nearly fully pink option despite her recent style change. You haven’t seen the costume on her yet but you know that it’s going to look perfect.

Hiyyih follows you into your room to retrieve your costume and makeup. When you see Namjoon’s jacket still sitting in your room you make a decision.

“I’m going to return this to Namjoon.” You say scooping the jacket up. “Message me if you leave.”

“Okay, Y/N. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Hiyyih!” You scold throwing a balled up shirt at her as she makes her way to the door.

Once Hiyyih is out of your room you quickly put on your costume. It takes you a little while to fix your hair and makeup, but soon you are leaving your building with Namjoon’s jacket in hand. Though you’ve never been to Namjoon’s dorm you do know which one is his. The Indigo building is just as lively as the Violet building if not a little more loud.

Just as you are about to knock, the door opens revealing Namjoon. He is dressed as a boxer with a hooded robe and shorts. His chest is bare and there are gloves hanging off his neck. Heat flushes your cheeks as if you just got caught doing something you weren’t supposed to. Namjoon is so much more muscular than you ever imagined. His pecs are huge and his abs are well defined in a way that makes it hard for you to tear your eyes away.

“Oh, hi.” He says, running a hand through his hair. Namjoon’s eyes travel up and down your body appreciating your choice. He wants to tell you how stunning you look, but decides on something softer. “I like your costume. It looks really good on you.”

In his other hand he is holding the same basket you gave him cookies in. Instead of cookies it's now filled with Halloween themed treats. A pastry with the Cafe Huening logo on it stands out to you among the rest of the orange and black.

“Thank you.” You say holding out his jacket. “I just came to give this back to you. I’ve been forgetting all week.”

“I forgot about it too.” Namjoon says, taking the jacket from your hand. He wonders if it will smell like you now. “I was actually about to go to your dorm.”

You tilt your head to the side in confusion. Why would he be going to your dorm? He knows everyone was at Yunjin’s dorm from the group message.

“Why? Aren’t you meeting up with your friends in town soon?”

“Well you mentioned you wanted Srircha to try this pastry from Cafe Huening last week so I just gathered some treats to go with it for Halloween.” He has a shy smile on his face as he holds out the basket to you.

“You’re so sweet. Thank you.” You say and the alcohol flowing through your veins makes you want to do other things. Things you’ve only done with one other person. Instead you take the basket from him with a genuine smile gracing your face. “Come have a drink with us before you head out!”

“Just let me put my jacket away then I’ll join you.”

You wait outside his dorm as he quickly puts his jacket away. His dimples are showing as he walks alongside you back to Yunjin’s dorm. Seeing you makes his night better. He wasn’t sure he’d see you today. You recap what you’ve been doing for the last few hours and he laughs.

“Oh, so you’re already a little tipsy?” He asks when you are standing right outside Yunjin’s dorm.

Standing directly in front of him with little room between the two of you he cups your cheek with one of his hands. Perhaps Namjoon has lost his rational thoughts. He wants to kiss you so badly but he won’t. Not like this. Internally you are screaming, because why is he doing this? What does this mean? Your hazy mind can’t string together a reason.

“Me too.” His breath fans over your face and you can smell the alcohol.

He giggles before pulling away and knocking on the door. You stand paralyzed by shock. Because what the fuck was that? Before you are able to form a coherent thought Hiyyih opens the door and Namjoon moves inside. Your best friend gives you a questioning look but you bat her away. The other two girls hardly notice your entrance until Hiyyih says something about Namjoon’s costume.

Half of Chaewon’s face is painted white. Yunjin is holding a brush using precise careful strokes to cover her girlfriend's face. They decided to dress as the Joker and Harley Quinn despite Jimin suggesting Chaewon could be Poison Ivy instead. Either way you are sure they are going to look so cool. The two of them spent far more time thinking about their costumes than you did.

“Wow, Namjoon you look…”

She can’t even finish her sentence and it sends the rest of the room into a fit of giggles. Namjoon is standing tall and confident in his costume choice. This is the reaction he wanted after all. He doesn’t work this hard on his body for nothing.

All three girls eye the basket Namjoon gave you when you set it down on the coffee table. Hiyyih picks out pastry from her sister’s shop.

“Barbie really suits you, Hiyyih.” Namjoon replies, and takes a seat on the couch while you find another cup to pour Chaewon’s delicious mixed drink into.

“Thank you! Did you buy Y/N these?” She asks, looking over the packaging she helped her sister design. Hiyyih is a woman of many talents and her siblings value her opinion.

“She said she wanted Sriracha to try them and I was already getting some for Drago.” He shrugs watching as you pour a drink for him then hand him the cup.

Drago is Namjoon’s Dragonite who you have yet to see in person. You are very excited for the day you will get to meet them. It really touches your heart that he was thinking about your pokemon as well while shopping for his own. Getting sidetracked and not seeking out the more speciality treats is something you do too often.

“Pearl loves those!” Chaewon says looking at the food Hiyyih has placed back in the basket.

“Your pokemon have good taste.” Hiyyih replies before snapping a picture. “Lea will be happy to know people over here are buying her goods.”

Namjoon takes a sip of his drink and a pleased expression blooms across his face. You take a seat beside him and adjust your dress when it gets pulled down a little. He listens to the rest of you chatter without much participation. He’s happy to passively learn more about you.

Chaewon is worrying about how hard it’s going to be to get her facepaint off. Yunjin assures her that even if they are both shitfaced at the end of the night she will help her remove it.

“Ahh, true love.” Namjoon remarks downing the rest of his drink before setting the cup on the table.

“Damn right.” Yunjin replies looking over her shoulder. She has clipped blue and pink extensions onto either side of her head feeding into her pigtails. The blue and pink makeup is smeared just right and you wonder how she perfected the look so quickly.

Namjoon’s phone chirps with a notification and he pulls it out. His eyes scan the screen for a moment before he looks up.

“My friends are wondering where I am. If the warehouse gets boring, come find me.”

He shoots you a gentle smile before standing up. His thighs are massive and so impressive. Namjoon snags the last piece of pizza off the table as he walks towards the door. For a few moments there is silence which is quickly shattered.

“He definitely likes you.” Hiyyih says, looking to the other girls for confirmation.

Chaewon nods her head but Yunjin looks wary. Entertaining the idea of Namjoon liking you is not something you want to deal with right now. He could just end up being a distraction from the other feelings you are working through. He doesn’t deserve that mess.

“No. This is not the time for that.” You reply looking in the mirror to fix your hair.

“Fun, no thoughts.” Yunjin says adjusting her tiny shorts. “Are you ready? Let’s go!”

After a few more minutes of making sure you have everything you need, the girls file out the door together. You stop off at your dorm to put the basket from Namjoon inside, then you are on your way to the warehouse. Off to your first real party of the year.

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A sea of people in an array of costumes greets you when you step inside the warehouse. In one corner you see an intense beer pong match and in another you spot a makeshift bar. There are a few different doors on the sides of the room. Decorative cobwebs, spiders, and bats line the walls and hang from the ceiling. There is a fog machine giving the room a slight hazy feel.

“Y/N!!” Taehyung calls, turning your attention to where he’s standing in an Eevee onesie. “You have to try this pinap cocktail Jungkook made.”

He hands you a cup and you take a drink. While drinking your eyes fall to Jimin and you choke. Taehyung takes the cup from you and Yunjin pats your back as you cough it out. You quickly shut your jaw wishing you didn’t just embarrass yourself.

“Do I look that good?” Jimin asks, putting his hands on his hips and turning to the side so you can see his ass.

Jimin’s abs and arms are exposed showing the work he’s put in. As you expected the skirt barely covers his ass and you see no boxers or safety shorts. He chose a pair of white sneakers so his strong legs are nearly on full display for everyone to see.

“9 out of 10.” You muse eyes looking up and down his frame.

He scoffs like there is no way someone could possibly rate him below a 10. Your feet guide you away from him to the bar. Jungkook, dressed as Jack Skellington is making drinks with a skeleton as his copilot. He compliments your costume as he hands you a cocktail. Before you can say another word to him you are whisked away by Taehyung.

He pulls you to the middle of the floor where people are dancing to the loud music. Chaewon, Yunjin and Hiyyih are nearby dancing in a little circle. Taehyung and Jimin are on either side of you showing off their moves. You push closer to the girls dodging Taehyung’s hand and take a sip of your drink.

For quite some time you enjoy the company of your friends dancing, laughing and drinking together. The girls break away eventually to mingle with other people and you stay behind with Jimin and Taehyung. Who are suspiciously close to you.

“I think I deserve a 10 out of 10.” Jimin says in your ear, pulling your back against his front.

Taehyung fills the space in front of you, settling his hands just below where Jimin’s are on your waist. You look up at Taehyung with a pounding heart. He brushes one hand across your cheek keeping the other one firmly gripping your hip.

“Maybe you can earn 10 out of 10, Jimin.” Taehyung says just loud enough for you to hear.

Dancing in beat with the rhythm you grind your ass against Jimin’s crotch. You tilt your head up and pull Taehyung by the back of his neck into a kiss. If this becomes a problem that's something future you can deal with. Present you needs a fun distraction and these too are oh so willing.

Taehyung’s lips are soft like silk and taste like the drinks he’s been consuming all night. Jimin presses his lips against your shoulder rocking his hips against your ass in time with the song. The boys are thrilled to have the girl they’ve been thinking about for weeks between them. After several minutes of sensual dancing Jimin suggests you move to somewhere more quiet. You make your way through the crowd with little difficulty.

With Jimin and Taehyung following closely behind you, enter one of the side rooms of the warehouse that Jimin pointed out to you. Surprisingly, there is no one else in the sparsely decorated room. There is one couch and a table that is littered with beer cans and plastic cups. There is one fake skeleton and two colorful pumpkins on different sides of the room. Taehyung closes the door behind you muffling the loud trap beats filling the main area. Your heart races, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You are really about to do this.

The dingy couch you sit on has surely seen things you don’t want to imagine. Jimin sits on your right and Taehyung sits on the left. Each man has a hand resting on one of your bare thighs. Jimin’s teeth sink into his plush lip as his fingers squeeze your soft skin. Taehyung leans closer to you lips brushing your ear.

“Should I move my hand?” His low voice sends a flutter from your chest to your stomach.

Instead of answering him you grip his hand placing it on your breast. This sexy witch costume provides a nice view of your chest which you have noticed many people looking at all night. Taehyung swipes your hair away from your neck and lightly kisses the skin. Your skin tingles with excitement after not being touched like this for seven months. Jimin’s hand is creeping further and further up your leg teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

You draw in a sharp breath when Jimin finally reaches the edge of your skirt and slips his hand under. He wastes no time dragging his finger against your clothed cunt. With his other hand Jimin is palming himself over his short skirt. Taehyung traps your jaw in his long fingers and turns your attention towards him. His fingers are lightly kneading your breast while he leans in for a kiss, one that quickly turns messy in your drunken state.

Taehyung’s mouth moves against yours with equal vigor as you begin desperately grinding against Jimin’s hand. You pull away from Taehyung using his shoulder to steady yourself while moving into a kneeling position. The zipper of his Eevee onesie is pulled down as you eye the outline of his cock. You can’t say you’ve spent much time thinking about what this would be like.

Jimin pushes your panties to the side, collecting your lust on his finger before spreading it through your folds. Taehyung assists in your goal pulling his large cock out of his boxers. You look over your shoulder to see Jimin’s eyes trained on Taehyung, not on what he’s doing. The younger man strokes his cock while he waits for you to make the next move. There’s something incredibly hot about watching his long fingers run up and down his length.

Your name followed by a curse leaves Taehyung’s lips as yours make contact with his waiting cock. It's only a few seconds that you suckle his cock before you let your tongue kitten lick his fat head. You wrap your hand around his cock applying the slightest pressure to draw a throaty groan from his sweet lips. Taking more of him in your mouth and caving your cheeks in has Taehyung arching off the couch.

Taehyung’s long cock hits the back of your throat at the same moment Jimin pushes a finger inside of you. The moan Jimin earns from you vibrates around Taehyung’s cock heighting his sensation of pleasure. The younger man lies a hand on the back of your neck encouraging you to deep throat his cock. You happily oblige by pushing the tip of his thick cock into your throat before sliding your lips back up the length. Taehyung makes an approving sound as your lips form a tight ring around the head of his cock.

Jimin slowly pushes his two middle fingers in and out of your wet pussy. Your mouth pops off of Taehyung when the older one's fingers hit deep inside of you. A loud whine filling the air before you go back to sucking Taehyung’s cock. Jimin shifts behind you onto his knees and he uses his unoccupied hand to clutch your ass, digging his fingers into the squishy flesh.

Experiencing this with someone who isn’t Yoongi for the first time is thrilling. You of a few months ago would not believe what you are doing right now with these men you’ve barely known for two months. These men who you have no romantic feelings for.

Taehyung pulls your mouth away from him cock looking over your shoulder at Jimin before he stands. He settles behind the arm of the couch. If you weren’t so drunk you might find it comical that he’s standing there with his onesie still on with his dick and balls resting above the zipper. Jimin guides your hips to flip you on your back then quickly stands to adjust his skirt. As he scrunches up the fabric you see that he is wearing a lacy white thong. A warm flurry of pleasure runs through your stomach at the sight of Jimin wearing those pretty panties. Taehyung pulls a condom from god knows where and hands it to the older man.

“Are you ready, YN?” Jimin purrs, pulling his cock out before sliding the condom onto his length.

“Please.” You beg watching as he wastes no time sliding his cock into your cunt.

Your head lulls backwards in pleasure giving Taehyung the perfect opportunity to fuck into your throat. You take his cock back into your mouth with ease trying to manage the intense pleasure this situation is bringing you. Jimin’s hands grip your hips showing you the perfect rhythm. He pulls you closer until his thighs are under yours giving him a delicious angle to hear your whiny moans.

Above you Taehyung leans over to kiss Jimin. Of all the things that are happening these two kissing each other is not surprising. You can hear rather than see what is going on as you continue to deep throat Taehyung with your head hanging off the arm of the couch. His hips are slowly grinding into your mouth as he focuses on kissing Jimin’s plump lips. One of Jimin’s hands reaches between your legs and he uses his finger to circle your clit while he rolls his hips into you. Jimin breaks away from the kiss first pulling the top of your dress down to fully expose your breasts.

Taehyung steps away stroking his cock as he watches Jimin fuck you. The older of the two men leans in to kiss you, tasting his friend on your lips. Taehyung takes a seat behind Jimin lightly slapping his ass. Jimin looks into your eyes for a moment after breaking the kiss, seemingly debating something.

“Both of you get on your knees on the floor.” Jimin demands straightening up.

Taehyung and you follow his instructions. While kneeling on the dirty floor of the warehouse Jimin steps between the two of you. Taehyung has Jimin’s plump ass in his face and you have his pretty pink cock waiting to be taken into your mouth. You open your mouth letting your tongue fall out. You pull the condom off his length tossing it across the room without care. Jimin slaps his cock across your tongue as Taehyung spreads Jimin’s cheeks licking a bold strip. The older man gasps, balancing himself on your shoulders. You lick from his pink tip to the smooth skin of his balls before sliding your mouth onto his hot cock.

The younger man is enthusiastically eating Jimin’s ass like he’s been waiting all year to do it. For all you know maybe he has been. You and Taehyung watch Jimin fall further apart with every passing second at the will of your mouths. When one of Taehyung’s long fingers enters Jimin hole the man moans in a way that lets you know he’s been holding back his pretty sounds. You suck lightly letting Taehyung take most of the effort.

After several minutes you kneel on the couch leaning over the back to give them a good view of your soaking pussy. Taehyung takes the lead this time maneuvering Jimin behind you. This time you see him pull two condoms from the pocket of his onesie. You watch as they put the condoms on each other and share a kiss before turning back to you.

Jimin pushes inside of you easily and Taehyung gently slides his thick cock into Jimin earning a breathy moan. The younger man pushes further inside Jimin making him thrust into you. The back of this dirty couch, that smells like stale beer, is the only thing keeping you grounded. There is a moment of awkward fumbling while they find the right flow. Jimin grabs your hips, rocking his cock inside you deeper than before. Your drunken pleasure is growing and spreading through you. The crazy reality of this situation surely won’t hit you until the morning. For now you give your fullest focus to making yourself feel good.

You reach behind you to grab Jimin’s hand and guide it to your needy clit. He does what you want resting his forehead against your shoulder. He can’t suppress the whines Taehyung is pulling out of him. You look over your shoulder briefly and see a smirk on the younger man’s face. He’s very pleased with the reaction his friend is having.

The sound of skin slapping together gets louder as the three of you near your highs. Just as your orgasm is starting to wash over you in waves the door opens. Your head turns to see Yunjin as a scream leaves her mouth.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry.” She covers her eyes and slams the door.

Taehyung slips out of Jimin bending over as he laughs. Jimin pulls out too and walks towards the other man pulling the condom off his own dick then his friends. He then pulls him into a kiss while he takes both of their cocks into his hand. When Taehyung realizes Jimin’s hands are a little too small he helps. Jimin and Taehyung make out in front of you while they jerk themselves off to completion. Once they are finished they each lie their head on the other’s shoulder and you almost feel like you are intruding.

Jimin adjusts his thong and Taehyung zips himself back up before they pull you off the couch. Together they fix your dress making you presentable enough to leave the room. Each of them holds out a hand for you to take. You accept and let them lead you out of the room back to where the main party is happening. Jimin leads you to the drink table where you drop Taehyung’s hand to get one last drink.

“Let’s go back to my dorm.” Jimin says, shoving a bottle of liquor that Jungkook just handed him, under his arm before guiding you through the crowd again.

When you look over your shoulder to make sure you haven’t lost Taehyung you make eye contact with Yunjin. Your face flames as she gives you a suggestive eyebrow wiggle. You take a gulp of the drink in your hand knowing she is going to ask you all the questions tomorrow.

You wrap your arm around Taehyung’s waist when you make it outside. The cool air feels nice on your skin after the vigorous activities you just did. You drain your cup almost choking on the liquid when Jimin cheekily squeezes your ass. Somehow you manage to swallow as you giggle.

You try to slap Jimin’s ass but he runs off too quickly for your drunken limbs to follow without tragedy. The walk back fills your head of what could happen when you return to the dorm.

The Indigo building is quieter than earlier. Most of the students have opted for off campus parties to celebrate Halloween. Jimin unlocks the door and holds it open for you and Taehyung.

As soon as Jimin locks the door behind him, Taehyung unzips his onesie. He pulls the soft fabric off his shoulders and hooks his fingers under the waistband of his boxers to shimmy out of his low effort costume. Now completely naked he sits on Jimin’s neatly made bed. You follow suit, removing your dress just leaving you in just your soaked panties.

“Ready for round two?” Taehyung asks cock already half hard as he folds his hands behind his head.

You straddle Taehyung’s lap giggling as you pull him in for a heated kiss. He nibbles your bottom lip sucking it into his mouth before he buries his face in your collarbone. As your ass grinds against his growing cock he sucks a mark into your collarbone.

“Starting without me in my own room?” Jimin asks, walking to the foot of his bed with two shot glasses in his hands.

You pull away from Taehyung’s tempting lips to reach for the shot glass. Jimin lets you take the shot glasses and removes his cheerleader costume. He looks so soft and elegant lying in just a white lacy thong on his bed. You hand one shot to Taehyung before turning to pour the other into the waiting concave of Jimin’s stomach.

“Is this what you wanted Jimin?” You ask ducking your head to lap up the stolen liquor from his toned stomach. “You want our tongues all over you?”

Jimin whines while Taehyung gets off the bed and rounds to the other side and joins in the slurping. Your tongues meet messily in the middle pushing into each other's mouths for only a moment. Your lips kiss up Jimin’s ribs until you meet his dark nipple stiff with anticipation. Without a further thought your lips latch around it, swirling your tongue. Jimin gasps, grabbing the back of your hair. He strokes the back of your head encouraging you to keep going.

For a moment you pull away seeing Taehyung teasing the skin around Jimin’s cock. The younger man is licking and kissing Jimin’s strong thighs while using one hand to lightly rub the older man’s balls through the fabric of the thong. He quickly gets tired of that then removes Jimin’s panties flinging them over his shoulder.

You give attention to Jimin's other nipple pressing your breasts against his side. Jimin slides a hand down your figure to spank your ass. A yelp escapes your lips but it’s silenced when Jimin tilts your head towards his face. His soft lips connect with yours sending a tingle up your spine. He quickly pushes his tongue inside your mouth tasting the liquor you just licked off his body.

“Taehyung, please suck my cock.” Jimin whines against your lips.

You look over to Taehyung and watch as he carefully sucks Jimin into his mouth, earning a loud desperate moan from the other man. Jimin pulls you further up the bed until your breasts are at his eye level. He takes one of your hard nipples into his mouth earning a whimper. You run your fingers through his dark hair wanting more of him.

One of Jimin’s hands ventures to the waistband of your panties pushing them down. You help him remove them and throw the fabric to the floor. Jimin quickly brushes his thumb over your clit while collecting more of your essence on his other fingers.

A choked moan leaves your lips as one of his fingers pushes inside your asshole. Jimin’s name passes your lips as you cling to his shoulder. He catches your lips trying to distract you from the slight discomfort.

You take a deep breath listening to the sound of Taehyung sloppily sucking Jimin’s cock. It takes a moment but you adjust and the older man adds another finger slowly scissoring his fingers until a steady stream of moans is filling the air.

“More!” You beg while you look into Jimin’s lustful eyes. “Please fuck me.”

“Okay, Y/N.” Taehyung says from between Jimin’s legs.

Jimin sits up slightly reaching for yet another set condom from his top drawer before lying down. You help Jimin roll his on while Taehyung does it himself. You settle yourself on Jimin’s lap facing Taehyung but leaning against Jimin’s chest. Jimin pushes his cock into your ass slowly letting you get used to the feeling. It stings but you take a deep breath pushing through the discomfort.

Taehyung leans forward and licks your pussy with his wet tongue. He sucks your clit into his mouth effectively distracting you. He zigzags his tongue through your folds collecting your sweet release on his tongue. The feeling of the euphoric stroke of his tongue helps you adjust to Jimin’s cock. Taehyung grips your thighs continuing to lick and suck your cunt until he can see you clenching around the air just begging to be filled.

The younger man makes eye contact with Jimin before settling himself in the best position to reach your cunt with his thick cock. He slaps his dick across your pussy and grinds against your wetness. Taehyung groans loving the feeling of your essence coating him. He slips inside you with a sigh.

You are so filled to the brim with cock, all you can do is gasp for air. Taehyung moves first, dragging his cock in and out so slowly you whine. Jimin lifts his hips below you, wrapping his arms around your middle to keep you balanced. You let the two men take over knowing it’s unlikely you’ll be helpful.

They find a steady rhythm that draws purely erotic sounds from your mouth. Your head falls back as your eyes close letting yourself feel this pleasure to its greatest capacity. Electricity flows from your head to the very tips of your toes. You’ve never felt this way before.

Jimin slides his hands up your waist until he is cupping one of your breasts in each of his hands. His finger traces your areola every so lightly in great contrast to how they are fucking themselves into you. Taehyung presses the pad of his thumb against your clit rubbing in a circular motion. You take your lip between your teeth, almost not able to bear the sensations.

Taehyung bows his head, eyebrows drawn together in concentration obviously approaching his high too. Vaguely, you wonder if they are always this loud in bed or if they are just exceedingly comfortable because of the amount of alcohol they consumed. You love when a man is vocal. It adds to the feeling.

Warmth is rushing throughout your body. One flick of Taehyung’s thumb perfectly timed with the thrust of the men’s hips sends you over the edge screaming obscenities.

Jimin’s hand covers your mouth as they accelerate the snap of their hips. You don’t push his hand away liking the way the subtle oxygen deprivation heightens the orgasm you are riding out. Taehyung gets sloppy first, nearly slipping out in his haste to push deeper inside of you.

Taehyung’s name falls from Jimin’s lips as he spills into the condom inside of you. If you weren’t intoxicated you are sure you would think about that for more than a second. Your hand finds Taehyung’s nipple rolling it between your fingers as you coax him cum. He pulls out removing the condom quickly before stroking himself swiftly. Hot ribbons of cum paint your chest and Taehyung looks down proudly.

Only for a second before he’s helping you off of Jimin. You close your eyes lying back on the bed exhausted. For a moment you think you could peacefully drift off to sleep, until a tongue drags across your breasts. You open your eyes to see Jimin lapping at the cum on your chest.

Taehyung stands at the end of the bed with paper towels watching curiously. He snaps out of his trance and slaps Jimin’s ass effectively shooing him away so you can clean yourself. When you settle back onto the bed Jimin covers you with a blanket and the two men snuggle in beside you.

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giventae · 1 month

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But...he's a cheerleader! - chapter 3 update (final chapter)

Kim Taehyung: He’s hot, he’s funny, he’s charming, and he’s the only male cheerleader on the squad. Everybody loves Taehyung.

Park Jimin: He’s hot, he’s athletic, he’s disciplined, and he’s strict when it comes to gender roles. Jimin hates Taehyung.

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vmin-fic-recs · 5 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin Characters: Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS) Additional Tags: Marathon Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Top Kim Taehyung | V, Bottom Park Jimin (BTS), Unprotected Sex, Anal Sex, Drunk Sex, Friends to Lovers, Canon Compliant, Coming Untouched, Friends With Benefits, Fluff, Crack Treated Seriously, Humor, Banter, Kissing, Multiple Sex Positions, Getting Together, In Love The Whole Time, weirdly sweet, PWP Series: Part 61 of Works That I Had Orphaned In The Past Summary:

They were pretty much dating already, might as well make it official. What better time to do that then when Taehyung is balls deep in Jimin's ass?!

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theharrowing · 2 years

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Arcade Concessions

After listening to Jimin whine one too many times about needing to get laid—and feeling the need himself—Taehyung sets the two of them up on a double date with two others. However, over the course of the date, the two of them realize that the feelings they thought were unrequited for the other are, in fact, reciprocated, accidentally third-wheeling their dates in the process.

💎 Jimin x Taehyung + side Yoongi & Jungkook

🌷 word count: 14.5k

💎 idiots to lovers, requited unrequited feelings, slash, slight angst, fluff, explicit smut, nsfw, 18+

🌷 warnings: top Taehyung, bottom Jimin, they're idiots but they figure it out eventually, first date, friendly competition, messy feelings, drunk confessions, literally sleeping together, flirting, teasing, use of the word "slut", fairly soft morning sex, eating the booty like groceries, anal sex, i wrote this instead of sleeping.

💎 written for the One Shot, Two Shot Fest!

🌷 thanks to @neoneunnajimin for beta reading, and to by babie elle for helping me come up with the name 💎 posted oct. 2022 | read on ao3 🌷 pov alternates between Jimin & Taehyung

Taehyung: Double date! Tomorrow! Be there or be square!

Jimin stares at his phone and lets out a deep, heavy exhale. Yes, he and his friend Taehyung have been lamenting more frequently about being single. And yes, he may have agreed—after two too many glasses of chardonnay and one too many romcoms—that he was ready to hit the scene and meet new people.

He may have promised to go along with whatever idea Taehyung had come up with that caused the adorably mischievous glimmer in his eye. But now that he is sober, Jimin feels extremely anxious about the whole ordeal.

Jimin: Yah! We were drunk! I didn't think you'd actually go ahead and set us up with anyone.

Taehyung: You truly have no faith in me, Jiminah. ☹️ Trust me! The guy you're meeting with is super sweet *and* he's also from Busan!

Jimin: And the guy you're meeting with...does he happen to be super weird *and* also from Daegu.

Taehyung: How did you know?

Jimin: Wait, really?

Taehyung: Tomorrow! 4 PM! The arcade near your apartment! We'll eat and drink and then play some games.

Jimin: Fine. I'll be there.

Taehyung: yayayayay! 😁

Jimin feels nervous as he gives his reflection one more scrutinizing look before deciding he's as ready as he'll ever be. His pastel pink hair is parted nicely, falling over his forehead in perfect swoops, and he wears silver hoop earrings, a plain black tee tucked into tight black jeans, and black chelsea boots.

The arcade is only a ten-minute walk from Jimin's place, and he leaves with just enough time to get there and not be so late that he seems rude. It's not that he is inconsiderate of other people's time; it has just been a while since Jimin has gone on a date, and he spent too long fussing with various outfits and raising his level of anxiety before settling on something simple yet flattering.

As much as Jimin enjoys meeting others and going out with friends, there is always a level of presentation to dating that makes him spiral. What if he talks too much about himself? Or not enough? Or what if he is into the other person, but they're not into him—or the other way around? There is always a lot at stake and too much guesswork. It's stressful.

Jimin makes it to the arcade at 4:02. Taehyung had put a table on reserve for the four of them, so Jimin approaches the apathetic-looking teen behind the front counter and gives her Taehyung's name. She points to a corner table in the back of the adjoined restaurant area, and he finds two men sitting side by side. One has short dark brown hair, and the other has longer dark brown hair, neatly tucked behind his ears. They're looking at the short-haired man's phone discussing something when Jimin arrives, and he feels awkward interrupting them.

As soon as Jimin approaches and gently sets his hands on the back of an empty chair, both men look up expectantly. Jimin opens his mouth to introduce himself, feeling heat rise to his cheeks when an arm is slung around his shoulder, making him jump.

"Hey, guys!" Taehyung says from beside Jimin. "Sorry I'm late; I couldn't decide what to wear. Have you all been introduced?"

Jimin turns to the right and finds Taehyung with freshly colored bright blue hair, dressed head to toe in white. He turns and flashes Jimin a bright, rectangular smile that calms some of Jimin's nerves, making him smile back.

"Uh, n-no," Jimin says, turning to the men at the table. "Sorry, I was also late. I—um—couldn't decide what to wear either."

The one with the longer hair grins and says, in a deep, raspy voice, "You two look like cotton candy. How cute."

Taehyung gives Jimin's shoulder a squeeze and says, "I didn't even think of that! Look at us!"

Jimin chuckles, but it is more of an uneasy sound than a fun one. He's not sure why he feels so strange about the comment but reasons that he is just struggling to ease into the whole date situation and that it's probably just his nerves. That, and his unrequited crush on Taehyung is still in the forefront of his mind, even in the presence of a date, which he certainly feels nervous about. Taehyung drops his arm from around Jimin and motions to the one with shorter hair.

"Jeongguk, right?"

The man nods and stands, holding his hand out to Jimin. "I'm Jeongguk, your date."

"Oh, h-hi, Jeongguk," Jimin mutters, reaching for Jeongguk's hand. He has tattoos that start on his fingers, cover his arm from wrist to bicep, and disappear beneath his sleeve, and Jimin does his best not to stare. He has a few tattoos of his own and is thankful to have something to possibly talk about.

"I'm Jimin. It's nice to meet you."

Jimin switches places with Taehyung and stands in front of Jeongguk. To his left, Taehyung and the other man introduce themselves, and he learns that the man is named Yoongi. Jimin notices that Jeongguk and Taehyung are about the same height and build, whereas he and Yoongi are similar in height and build. For the risk of making things awkward, he keeps his findings to himself and has a seat.

"So you're from Busan," Jeongguk says as they settle in.

Jimin nods and cracks a smile. "Yeah. I moved here when I was sixteen."

"Ah, yeah, I was fourteen," Jeongguk says. "Do you go back often?"

Jimin shrugs. "Not really. I visit family sometimes, but I've been so busy with school and work that I don't make time to go back. How about you?"

"Yeah, same," Jeongguk says. "I would like to visit more, but I don't have much time for it."

Silence falls between them, and already Jimin laments using up that subject to relate on. He supposes he could ask about the area Jeongguk grew up in, but he wonders if it would be weird to discuss someplace he hasn't been to for so long. Luckily, a server comes around and takes their drink order, providing some distraction.

Jimin only asks for water out of nervousness, but Taehyung and Yoongi ask for a pitcher of beer and two bottles of soju for the table. Jimin isn't opposed to drinking, and he hopes that alcohol will at least aid in calming his nerves some, but he hadn't discussed ahead of time what Jeongguk might want. Luckily, Jeongguk seems to go along with it and nods his head, smiling sweetly.

Now that Jimin has settled in, he finally gets a good look at his date. Jeongguk's short dark brown hair falls over his forehead, and he has big, curious round dark brown eyes, a nice nose that is prominent without being large, and pretty full lips with a sharp cupid's bow.

He wears a short-sleeve button-up with a black and multi-colored shirt pattern that looks like tie-dye tiger stripes, unbuttoned with a plain black tee beneath, and he has a small silver hoop in his lip and several silver earrings in his ears. In short, Jeongguk is beautiful and has a pretty cool sense of style.

Beside him, Yoongi is dressed in a simple navy blue sweater with dark hair grown out just below his ears. He wears four small silver hoop earrings and a thin silver chain that disappears beneath his sweater, and he has a beautiful mix of sharp and soft features, with feline eyes, a button nose and nice full lips. Jimin wonders if Taehyung will enjoy kissing those lips and immediately cringes inwardly, wondering why the hell he suddenly thought of that.

"So, how do you two know each other?" Yoongi asks, looking between Taehyung and Jimin. Jimin turns to Taehyung, who turns to him, and they both stare at one another for a while. Explaining this one might be a bit awkward, but Jimin eases into it.

"We go to the same school," Jimin finally says, turning back to Yoongi and Jeongguk.

"Are you classmates?" Jeongguk asks.

Jimin shakes his head. "No, I'm a dance student, and he's a fine arts major. We, uh, we met because I was—"

"Nude!" Taehyung blurts out.

Jimin drops his face into his hands, muttering, "Why did you have to say it like that," into his palms.

"Nude?" Yoongi asks with a mirth-lilt to his tone.

Jimin doesn't lift his face from his hands, allowing Taehyung to continue. "Jimin came into my class as a still life model, and he posed nude a few times. I thought he seemed cool so I asked him for his number, and we became friends."

The sound of Yoongi chuckling pulls Jimin's attention. Jimin knows that when he looks at Yoongi, he must be scowling at the poor guy, and Yoongi holds up a hand and shakes his head.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh. I think it's really neat that you feel confident posing nude. I just...I'm surprised you two set yourselves up with us and not each other. You seem to have a lot in common."

Jimin and Taehyung scoff in tandem and turn to each other with looks of disbelief. The idea of dating Taehyung is ridiculous, Jimin thinks. Sure, he may be handsome, with angular features, a sharp jaw and a friendly rectangular smile.

And yes, Jimin may think his various moles are really cute—especially the one in the tear line of his right eye. But Taehyung is...Taehyung. Jimin may have a burning crush, but Taehyung has never shown any indication of liking Jimin like that, and so he keeps it to himself.

Taehyung hopes his cheeks aren't as red as they are warm. He cannot believe he blurted out the word nude like that, putting Jimin on the spot, but his brain went back to Jimin's lithe, muscular body and pink pouty lips, and Taehyung's brain short-circuited. Thankfully, the server returns, providing a distraction.

As the server doles out their drinks and begins taking their orders, Taehyung wonders what he was thinking wearing white. He was so caught up in imagining how angelic the outfit may look, contrasting with his tanned skin and bright blue hair, that he failed to consider what a hazard it may be to eat a greasy burger.

To make matters more awkward, Yoongi's comment about him and Jimin looking like cotton candy still swims in Taehyung's mind, only made worse by his comment about the two of them having enough in common to date each other. He hadn't thought about that possibility while he was getting his hair done, only that being friends with someone who has a pretty hair color inspired him to have a pretty hair color too.

Perhaps part of Taehyung wanted to impress Jimin, and yes, maybe a small part of him is disappointed that Jimin hasn't said anything about it. But there is still time, and Taehyung can tell Jimin is pretty nervous, so he thinks maybe he will bring it up later once they've been loosened up by booze, and he can shamelessly fish for compliments.

"Wait," Jimin says, pulling Taehyung out of his thoughts and back into the conversation, "so how do you know these two?"

Taehyung turns to find Jimin looking at him and gets lost for a moment in his soft, dark eyes, then clears his throat and pulls his gaze between the other two men instead.

"I don't," Taehyung says with a chuckle. "After we were drinking and whining about being single, I sent a text to a couple friends asking if they knew anyone they could set us up with. Namjoon-hyung suggested Yoongi-hyung, and Hoseok-hyung mentioned Jeongguk. There was also some guy Seokjin-hyung suggested, but he seemed...weird."

"Wow," Yoongi says. "And how do you two feel about their choices?"

Taehyung can't help but smile at Yoongi's candor. Though he seems shy at times and a bit reserved, he is also blunt, which is a quality that Taehyung appreciates. Not to mention, he is also very pretty and seems really interesting. Taehyung thinks he could like someone like Yoongi, and he hopes that, for Jimin’s sake, he feels the same about Jeongguk.

"So far, so good," Taehyung responds with a smile, enjoying the way Yoongi's eyes light up.

"I agree," Jimin says, and Taehyung turns to catch him smiling at Jeongguk. "No complaints, yet."

This makes all of them chuckle, and Taehyung takes the opportunity to grab a bottle of soju in hopes of providing a bit of liquid courage—he can't stop noticing how reserved Jimin is. Jimin is ordinarily a lot more outgoing, even when it comes to meeting new people, and Taehyung is beginning to worry he may have put Jimin in a situation he is not comfortable with.

Despite becoming fast friends with Jimin, there is still a lot about him that Taehyung hasn't quite figured out. A small part of him had hoped that Jimin would want him to be the one to take him on a date, but when Jimin drunkenly whined, "We need to find someone," Taehyung took the hint and didn't suggest it.

Taehyung puts on a show of grabbing onto the soju bottle at the base and lid, twisting it around so the lid is upside down, and shaking the bottle. In one swift movement, he cracks the lid open, reorientates his arms so the bottle is right-side up, and removes the cap.

Everyone oohs, and aahs as Taehyung smugly pours four cups, and then, after they all raise their glasses in a toast, Taehyung promptly brings his glass to his lips and spills the soju on himself, causing everyone at the table to laugh. Jimin slaps the top of the table, falling forward into it, and Yoongi and Jeongguk seem to make failed attempts at holding back their amusement, squeezing their mouths shut while their shoulders bounce.

"I meant to do that," Taehyung says with a confident grin, causing everyone to laugh even harder, and he gets to work collecting and pouring the next four cups—this time without the fanfare, and everyone settles back into their chairs.

"What games do you guys want to play after we eat?" Jimin asks.

Taehyung slides a cup of soju to everyone and says, "I like racing games the most. And the fighting games."

"I like those too!" Jimin responds, taking his cup.

Warmth blooms in Taehyung's chest from Jimin's enthusiastic response, and he can't help but smile at him. Jimin returns the smile, then turns to the others in anticipation of their responses.

"I like more physical games," Jeongguk says, "like the basketball hoops, or Dance Dance Revolution."

"I'll take you in basketball," Yoongi says smugly, and Jeongguk fist bumps him, solidifying it as a deal.

The four of them tap their soju cups together and shoot them back, and Taehyung is grateful for Jimin's small burst of initiating conversation. Meanwhile, Yoongi pours everyone a glass of beer.

"Jiminah, aren't you good at DDR?" Taehyung asks with a grin. "I bet you could take on Jeongguk!"

Jimin chuckles, and an adorable blush rises to his cheeks. "You would think so, but I've actually never been great at rhythm games."

"But you're a dance major," Yoongi teases, passing Jimin a mug of beer while sliding another toward Taehyung. Taehyung takes the cold mug by the handle and lifts it toward Yoongi as a silent thank you, and Yoongi nods to Taehyung as he pours the third glass.

"Yeah," Jimin chuckles, "and before you ask, yes, I do have rhythm! But standing in place and stomping is quite a bit different from ballet."

"You do ballet?" Jeongguk asks, and Taehyung doesn't miss the way his eyes light up like tiny galaxies. Jimin doesn't miss it either, judging by how much deeper his blush becomes.

"Ballet and contemporary," Jimin responds somewhat shyly. "Sometimes it's a little more structured, and at other times it's more of a freeform dance style."

Taehyung takes a sip of his beer. It's bitter on his tongue and uncomfortably cold, but he didn't want to be the odd man out with a different drink and agreed to the pitcher, hoping to swallow some of his pride along with the nasty beverage. After one sour sip, he sets it aside.

"Just think of DDR as a contemporary dance," Jeongguk suggests with a smirk.

"Yeah, okay," Jimin says with a fake enthusiastic nod and everyone laughs.

Burgers come, and the group focuses their attention on their food, only speaking occasionally to groan about how good everything is. For a spot that is known for their games first and food second, they have pretty good burgers, and this tends to be a hotspot for dates on the weekend. Their drink specials definitely help with their popularity.

Taehyung takes another bitter sip of beer and tries to hold in his scowl as he reaches for the second bottle of soju and gets to work pouring everyone another cup. Beside him, Jimin and Jeongguk begin talking about something while leaning a bit over the table, past half-eaten food, and Taehyung tries his best not to listen in on their conversation.

"Shouldn't we be on a team against them?" Jimin asks behind a quiet chuckle.

Jeongguk shakes his head. "Nothing says building a connection with a stranger like healthy competition."

Jimin cannot believe what he's hearing, but he plays along, raising his eyebrows and nodding enthusiastically. If he is being honest, he's not very confident in his arcade game skill, and going up against someone competitive might frustrate him, but he doesn't want to admit that.

"Wouldn't it make more sense if we were on a team, though?" Jimin presses. "Think about it, Taehyung and I like the same kinds of games, so we'll probably compete with each other. And you and Yoongi-hyung like the same ones, so you'll probably play those together."

"Just admit you're worried I'll beat you and go, Jimin-hyung," Jeongguk teases.

"Maybe a little," Jimin mutters, sitting back with a playful huff.

Jimin likes Jeongguk. He's pretty, he's soft-spoken, and he seems really easy-going and interested in whatever conversation is happening. There is a puppy dog quality to him that makes Jimin want to reach across the table and scratch behind his ears.

But he's not sure there is a connection between them. Of course, these things could take time, and Jimin isn't in any rush. He reminds himself to ease into it and be open-minded. If nothing comes from it, at least he tried, and maybe Jeongguk will want to remain friends.

With the plates empty and the mugs half full, the men decide to chug their drinks and head to the games. Taehyung abandons most of his beer, grumbling that it got warm, and Jimin makes a mental note to get him a whiskey and cola next time he gets something for himself to drink.

The sights and sounds of the arcade floor hit Jimin the moment he steps from the brightly lit restaurant to the dimly lit game room. Blinking lights and a chorus of chiptune tracks on top of the hazy beginnings of intoxication make walking into the space a bit disorienting at first, and Jimin finds himself crowding Taehyung's personal bubble as the four of them gravitate to a machine that exchanges notes for coins.

Jimin had thought about this ahead of time and pulls out some money from his wallet to feed into the machine. What he hadn't thought about, however, was storing the handfuls of coins, which he begins unceremoniously shoving into his pockets. At least he is not alone and catches a glimpse of the others doing the same. Without considering who his date is for the evening, he hops back over to Taehyung.

"What should we do first?" Jimin asks.

"Well, I am going to kick Jeongguk's ass at basketball," Yoongi announces from behind them, "so if you want to get whooped by Taehyung in Mortal Kombat or something, we can tally our scores and figure out what's next?"

“And what are we fighting for anyway, hyung?” Taehyung asks.

Yoongi tugs his lips into a devious smirk and says, “Honor,” making everyone laugh. Then, he adds, “So watch yourselves, Busan boys.”

Jimin doesn't mind the friendly competition or the way Yoongi treats him as if he is on the losing team, but he looks over his shoulder with a glare and sticks his tongue out anyway. Yoongi giggles, baring his teeth and gums in a wide, pretty smile, and Jimin turns back to scope out the machines.

"Ooh, how about Mario Kart?" Jimin suggests, feeling excitement bubble in his chest.

"Sure!" Taehyung responds, and they head toward the game.

Jimin takes the left seat and Taehyung takes the right, and they dig into their pockets for coins to insert. In this particular game, a camera takes a picture of the player’s face to stick onto their character, and Jimin pouts cutely and waits for his photo to pop up onto the screen. Beside him, Taehyung laughs, and Jimin looks to his screen to find that Taehyung also made a pouting face with his bottom lip jutting out.

"You copied me," Jimin chides, which is met by Taehyung muttering, "You wish."

They move to the character selection screen, and Jimin picks Rosalina and begins to customize his cart to have the perfect balance of speed and stability. He glances to the screen beside his to find Taehyung outfitting a car for Tanooki Mario.

"Rosalina is too heavy," Taehyung teases.

"You're too heavy," Jimin bites back, selecting a cart with a slightly higher handling stat.

Taehyung suggests the Mario Cup, and Jimin agrees with a hum and a nod. Then, Jimin sits forward in his hard plastic chair, grips onto his steering wheel, and lets out a deep breath as the camera pans across the Splash Circuit.

And then they are off. Taehyung takes the lead quickly, and Jimin huffs as characters barrel into him and throws him off course. But then Jimin adjusts to the controls and eases into the game, picking up items and throwing them with enough conviction to get ahead.

It's not long before Jimin is in third place, teasing Taehyung that he is about to catch up. They alternate between first and second, and it looks as if Jimin is going to win, but then Taehyung hits a coin and accelerates through the finish line, throwing his hands in the air with a pleasant shout.

Jimin is all smiles, and although he wishes he had won, he thought it was a fair fight and that he did well, all things considered. Taehyung does not rub his win in Jimin's face, and as the camera pans over Tropical Coast, Jimin grips his steering wheel and readies himself for more.

This time, Jimin takes the lead quickly and leaves Taehyung in the dust. A blue shell threatens to ruin everything, and Jimin feels his frustration rise at the computer players, but he quickly recovers and shoots back as many bananas as possible, reveling in the occasional groan of Taehyung when he barrels into one. There is no back and forth this time. Instead, Taehyung gets set back and comes in at fifth place. Overall, Jimin receives more points and is crowned the winner.

Despite not being a sore loser in round one, Jimin is a smug winner, and he turns to stick his tongue out and tease Taehyung. A pretty red blush tints Taehyung's neck and cheeks and he pouts, emulating his photo on the screen.

"Again?" Taehyung suggests.

Jimin does want to play again, but he would also like to be a bit more intoxicated and loosened up, so he nods and says, "Want a drink first? I can get us something."

"Sure," Taehyung responds. "I'll see how the boys are doing and we'll meet back here?"

Warmth fills Jimin's chest as he says, "Sounds good."

Taehyung leaves the hard plastic seat and glances around before finding the other two in the far corner, tossing basketballs into hoops. The arcade is fairly empty, with a few people playing games here and there, and Yoongi's voice carries across the space as two pale fists fly into the air.

"Told you nobody can beat me," Yoongi rasps with a cocky smirk as Taehyung approaches.

Jeongguk digs into his pocket for more coins and immediately begins the next round, pausing for Yoongi to follow suit. With a chuckle and a shake of his head, Yoongi begins to insert coins on his side.

"I guess it's one and one," Taehyung mutters, making the others turn to look at him while the basketballs are released from the top of the cabinet and fall into reach.

"I take it you lost?" Jeongguk responds with a satisfied grin.

"Psh, barely," Taehyung responds, feeling his cheeks warm. "We were neck and neck the whole time; Jimin got lucky."

"Ah huh," Jeongguk responds, "sure he did."

Taehyung watches as Yoongi and Jeongguk toss balls into and around their baskets but quickly grows bored. The scores are nearly identical the entire time, and although it could be exciting to wait around and see who pulls forward, Taehyung is more interested in getting back to another game with Jimin.

And, speak of the devil, a pink tuft of hair bobs just above some cabinets near where they were playing before. Taehyung gives Yoongi a light pat on the shoulder and mutters, "You got this, Daegu!" before heading back toward the Mario Kart games.

"It appears our teams are...tied..." Taehyung begins, trailing off as he notices two glasses of brown liquid in Jimin's hands. He cocks his head at his friend and swallows a lump that rises to his throat as Jimin smiles. Without having to ask, Taehyung knows it's a whiskey and cola.

"They might not know that you hate beer, but I do," Jimin says with a grin, handing Taehyung a cold glass. "And besides, if we're going to be drinking all those calories, it may as well taste good, right?"

The gesture of getting something that Taehyung likes, for both of them, is small, but it makes Taehyung giddy—Jimin is always so thoughtful. Taehyung takes a sip, and the initial shock of how sweet yet boozy the drink tastes settles, both cooling Taehyung's tongue and warming his chest.

Jimin shifts on his feet, nibbling on the small paper straw in his drink, and with a smile that seems nervous, asks, "Do you want to play again?"

Unsure how to translate Jimin's sudden change in demeanor, Taehyung shrugs. "I do if you want to, but we don't have to. We can see what else there is."

Jimin shakes his head, and a small smile blooms on his lips. "I would like to play again," he says softly and takes his seat.

Taehyung follows suit and sits in the same chair as before, takes a sip of his drink, and places his glass into a drink holder to the right of the steering wheel. The game hasn't reset, so rather than take another photo and set up their characters again, they select the Don-chan cup with their same pouty characters and begin their race.

Playing with Jimin is a breeze. He seems competitive without taking it too seriously, though he does pout adorably when he loses and gives a cute, arrogant jut of his chin when he wins. Taehyung is torn between wanting to make Jimin lose and wanting to let him win, unsure which expression he likes more.

They play several intense games, and, in the end, Taehyung wins. He lucks out by Jimin falling enough behind in one round that he was able to make up for lost points from his fifth-place loss earlier.

Both Taehyung and Jimin loudly slurp the last of their drinks from their glasses and stand with haphazard giggles out of the chairs. Taehyung does not feel drunk—far from it. But he feels light and giddy and excited to get another drink and find out what Jimin wants to play next.

At the bar, Taehyung gets a whiskey and cola, and Jimin asks for water, muttering, "You know I'm a lightweight," and Taehyung gives him a teasing poke in the ribs but doesn't chide him further.

A glance around the arcade shows Yoongi and Jeongguk still at the basketball hoops, so Taehyung suggests they make their way to a fighting game. He does not anticipate playing with the others soon.

Taehyung could have anticipated it, however, because as soon as they put their coins into a game and select their characters, Yoongi and Jeongguk arrive, panting and covered in sweat. Yoongi leans onto the game cabinet with his elbow against it, and a sharp but pleasant musk comes from him.

"You winning, son?" Yoongi mutters playfully.

Taehyung resists the urge to respond, "Yes, daddy," in part because he is losing but also because he is not sure he is ready to call Yoongi any nicknames with sexual undertones, despite feeling tipsy enough to be in a flirty headspace. He is also a little surprised that someone like Yoongi is quoting a meme at him.

Taehyung likes Yoongi. There is a calm nature about him that puts Taehyung at ease, and he is very easy on the eyes. But he is not sure he feels any sort of connection with him. Which is fine, Taehyung tells himself. These things can take time, and at the very least, maybe Yoongi will want to remain friends.

Lost in thought, Taehyung forgets Yoongi ever said anything to him and continues to play. Then, moments later, it occurs to him that Yoongi asked him a question, and he glances quickly, humming in question.

"Never mind," Yoongi responds with a chuckle.

To his right, Jeongguk is muttering in quick succession the buttons Jimin should be hitting in order to beat Taehyung. The gesture is nice in theory, but it messes him up, and in the end, he just mashes buttons, hoping for the best. As far as Jimin is concerned, most games are based on luck, not skill, and those who claim to understand them are just lying to themselves and everyone else around them.

Luck must be on Jimin's side, however, because he's wiping the floor with Taehyung. With a few more random mashes of the multi-colored buttons under his fingers, Jimin gets a fatality, and his character rips the spine clear out of Taehyung's character while pixelated blood flies at the screen.

"Ah, better luck next time, Daegu," Yoongi mutters, and Jimin turns to find Yoongi rubbing a soothing circle on Taehyung's shoulder.

Jimin feels a tinge of something hit him in the gut and looks away. To his right, Jeongguk is wiggling around in a happy dance, which Jimin thinks is cute.

Jeongguk's pants are tight, accentuating nice muscular thighs and calves, and he wears chunky black sneakers, further elongating his legs. A good choice, Jimin thinks. So maybe he doesn't feel an emotional attraction to Jeongguk; his physical appearance more than makes up for it, Jimin thinks. And the night is still young.

"Team vs team DDR?" Jeongguk suggests with a glimmer in his eye. "Yoongi-hyung and I will get more drinks if you want to whoop him once more to even out our scores."

Jimin chuckles and turns to find Taehyung pouting petulantly, before responding, "Sounds good, we'll meet you over there!"

"What are you two drinking?" Yoongi asks.

"Whiskey and cola," Taehyung mutters, followed by a drawl of "Thank you, hyung," that's laced with so much sweetness, it nearly makes Jimin feel sick.

Luck is on Taehyung's side for the next round of fighting, but Jimin comes close. He thinks he may have even figured out a decent pattern for mashing his buttons to execute combo moves, but he also does not want to play another round despite the others taking longer at the bar, so he leans against the cabinet and runs a hand through his hair.

"What do you think?" Taehyung asks.

Jimin turns to find Taehyung leaning against the game cabinet with a glassy look to his eyes. He is so pretty and Jimin wants to tangle his fingers in his freshly dyed blue hair.

"About what?" Jimin asks, distracted by Taehyung's beauty.

Taehyung chuckles and says, "Jeongguk," with raised eyebrows.

Ah, right. Jeongguk. Jimin feels himself flush and finds he has to look away from Taehyung's face. "He's nice. I don't know."

"You don't know?" Taehyung asks, voice low and suggestive, making a chill run down Jimin's spine.

Jimin shakes his head. "I don't know."

Nervousness shivers through Jimin and makes his hands feel clammy. It's not as if he is uncomfortable talking about Jeongguk; he just doesn't want to talk about him with Taehyung. Jimin looks back at Taehyung to find him gazing at him as if lost in thought, and he considers smacking him on the chest and scolding him for staring, but Jeongguk's voice breaks him from his thoughts.

"You guys ready?"

Jimin spins quickly on his heels and makes his way toward Jeongguk, accepting a whiskey and cola that Jeongguk is holding for him, and follows him to the Dance Dance Revolution machine. Behind him, Taehyung mutters something to Yoongi, and Jimin does his best not to eavesdrop. He is definitely not ready to play this stupid game, especially with all the alcohol in his system that is suddenly beginning to hit him, but anything is better than standing defenselessly and letting Taehyung stare at him the way he had been.

As Yoongi hands Taehyung his drink, he notices that Yoongi's beverage differs from the other three. Rather than a whiskey and cola, it appears to be straight whiskey.

"Too fancy for cola?" Taehyung teases.

"I don't care for the sugar," Yoongi responds. "I already get hungover from the alcohol, and the sugar makes it worse."

Taehyung hums and nods. He supposes sugar could make the headache worse in the morning, but he is also not entirely sure how it all works, and he doesn't care enough to ask for more information on the subject. If Yoongi is comfortable with drinking whiskey straight like an uncle, Taehyung thinks that it's his own business.

"Alright," Jeongguk announces, and Taehyung's vision snaps up to find Jeongguk standing with his arm around Jimin's waist. Jeongguk's hand fits nicely above Jimin's hip, and Taehyung tears his eyes away, feeling nausea rise.

Jeongguk continues, "Are we ready to play? Jimin-hyung versus Taehyung-hyung on one machine and myself versus Yoongi-hyung on the other. The battle of Busan and Daegu."

Jeongguk's eyes shimmer and he smiles widely, and Taehyung feels ashamed of himself for his momentary lapse in judgment. He is the one who set Jimin and Jeongguk up, after all; he has no reason to find the two of them together nauseating. Perhaps all the alcohol mixed with soda is to blame, Taehyung reasons, suddenly convinced that sugar is the cause for all of his problems. Maybe he just needs some water next time.

Yoongi wraps his arm around Taehyung's shoulders, and Taehyung startles but leans into the touch, afraid to make Yoongi think his affection is unwanted. In fact, his touch is comforting and warm, and Taehyung wishes he could keep Yoongi's arm slung around him rather than having to play this silly rhythm game.

With an encouraging squeeze to Taehyung's upper arm, Yoongi grumbles, "We got this! Let's kick their asses!" Then he drops his hand away, and they approach the machines.

They get into place, Yoongi and Jeongguk together on the left and Taehyung and Jimin together on the right. Then they insert coins and begin to select their songs. Now that Jimin is by his side, Taehyung begins to feel a little more excited about the game as he looks through the songs.

"To make this fair, should we all do the same song?" Jeongguk suggests, and they all shrug and hum in agreement.

Yoongi challenges Jeongguk to a game of scissors, rock, paper and wins, and then he chooses some techno rendition of a familiar classical song. Everyone takes one last swig of their drink and sets their glasses into cup holders near the screens, then get into position on the big floor pad to shake out their limbs and hands.

The whole thing is a disaster. Jeongguk is the only one of the four of them who seems to be remotely good at this game, holding onto the bar behind him as his feet stomp across each arrow. Meanwhile, Taehyung and Jimin simply flail around and shout. Taehyung can't see how Yoongi is doing, but judging from the yelling and swearing, he assumes he's not doing much better.

The moment the song concludes, Jimin flings himself against Taehyung's side, and Taehyung stumbles to catch him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"This is terrible!" Jimin shouts as he buries his face against Taehyung's bicep. Then, suddenly, Jimin looks up with a surprised expression and straightens out.

"S-sorry," Jimin mutters, and Taehyung shakes his head, still hovering his arm around Jimin's back and gently touching him. He feels light and happy and gives Jimin a soft smile.

"No sweat," Taehyung responds. "That was a pretty harrowing experience."

"You guys will get it," Jeongguk says encouragingly as he stomps through the list of songs, looking for one to choose. He decides on some techno Ariana Grande mix, causing everyone in the group to groan, and they follow suit and select the song.

The second round is just as bad, and Yoongi winds up stomping away from his machine while shouting before it's over. Taehyung gets distracted by the outburst and begins to laugh, which pulls Jimin's attention and causes him to mess up and begin to shout with frustration. Jeongguk is, once again, the only one who seems to be able to play the game.

Once the song ends, Jimin spins toward Taehyung with his face in his hands, groaning something unintelligible. Taehyung holds his arms out in case Jimin flings himself against him once more, but to Taehyung's disappointment, he never does.

Yoongi shakes his head and downs the rest of his drink—a move that, admittedly, Taehyung finds very attractive—and then makes his way toward the bar, muttering that he needs another. Taehyung decides he would like to spend some alone time with Yoongi and grabs his glass, drinks a fair amount of its contents through the small paper straw and follows him.

"Hyung," Taehyung calls as he picks up his pace. Yoongi stops in his tracks and turns with a smile that makes Taehyung's tummy swoop, and he waits for Taehyung to catch up.

As he approaches, Yoongi reaches an arm toward Taehyung, and Taehyung does the same, wrapping his around Yoongi's shoulders while Yoongi's goes around his ribs. Being in close proximity to Yoongi is nice, and Taehyung thinks about how it would probably feel the same if he were in this position with Jimin.

"Some alone time with my date," Yoongi mutters. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Taehyung chuckles. "Yeah, I suppose we haven't seen each other much. Maybe an arcade wasn't the best idea."

Yoongi shrugs and drops his arm from around Taehyung. They approach the bar, and Taehyung slowly lets his arm fall away as they sit on stools and slightly rotate toward each other. Taehyung slurps the rest of his drink and sets his glass down, then turns to find Yoongi watching him.

"Can I ask you something?" Yoongi prompts, and Taehyung nods and hums. Yoongi continues with a cock of his head. "You and Jimin seem really close. Are you sure there's nothing there?"

Taehyung scoffs but hesitates. He shakes his head, swallowing down a myriad of emotions that he does not have the energy to sort.

"Jimin..." Taehyung begins, then swallows a lump and continues. "I don't know; he just never seemed interested. I m-mean, not that I'm—I don't know. We're just not—"

Yoongi chuckles and raises a hand to Taehyung's shoulder, rubbing him in soothing circles. "Are you sure? It's okay, man; no hard feelings or anything. I'm having fun being here and getting to know all of you, regardless."

Yoongi's words are nice, and they are appreciated, but it is not what Taehyung wants to hear. Regardless of Yoongi's blessing, Taehyung has unrequited feelings. And now that Yoongi has a glimpse of Taehyung's heart, he imagines he will just call the date a wash and leave Taehyung empty-handed.

What a joke, Taehyung thinks.

Out of curiosity, Taehyung spares a glance in the direction of the Dance Dance Revolution machines and finds Jimin playing what appears to be a much easier level while Jeongguk stands to the side, coaching him with his big, pretty smile and round, attentive eyes.

Jimin must do well because he jumps around in joy and falls into Jeongguk's chest, wrapping his arms around his neck. Taehyung turns and swallows down more nausea, deciding that he has seen enough.

"Something tells me you could use a shot," Yoongi grumbles, and Taehyung nods emphatically.

Yoongi orders them a shot of whiskey that nearly knocks Taehyung clear out of his shoes. How Yoongi drinks something like that straight is completely beyond him.

But Taehyung does a second shot for good measure, and all at once, the whiskey hits him fast. It's as if everything he had been drinking until this point has finally caught up to him, and all he can do is hold on tight and enjoy the ride.

Taehyung considers demanding a third shot, throwing caution and misery to the wind, when Jeongguk appears beside them, alone. He worries his bottom lip, and Taehyung glances around, looking for Jimin.

"I think…" Jeongguk trails off, scratching the back of his head. "I don't know. I may have said something to offend Jimin, and he went running off to the bathroom."

Jeongguk's words take a moment to settle over Taehyung, and then he springs into action and slides off his barstool. The room spins around him, and he stands still a moment to get his bearings, wondering once more how in the hell Yoongi can drink like this.

"I got him," Taehyung mutters, sounding far more sober than he feels, and Jeongguk nods gratefully.

Taehyung glances around the space slowly, orienting himself and trying to figure out where the damned bathroom is hiding. Then he spots the signs with the stick people on them and heads in that direction.

Putting one foot in front of the other is a task at first, but Taehyung adjusts to his intoxicated state quickly and takes measured steps. He doesn't have time to sort out which door to go through before Jimin is barreling out with his hair somewhat mussed as if he had just been tugging at it.

"Oh, good!" Jimin says as he wraps his arm around Taehyung's bicep and tugs him away, toward the arcade. "I want to talk to you."

Jimin glances over to the bar to find Yoongi and Jeongguk talking and sighs with relief but feels terrible about the whole thing. Jeongguk is so sweet and kind, and Jimin freaked out the second he got too close, and he ran away. To make matters worse, Jimin can't stop thinking about it.

"How did I get so lucky to be matched with someone as pretty and sweet as you are?" Jeongguk told him right before he ran off, beside the loud arcade machines, with stars in his eyes.

He looked as if he wanted to kiss Jimin and then slowly brought his hand up to gently caress his cheek with the backs of his fingers, and rather than stop Jeongguk gently and apologize for not reciprocating his feelings, Jimin had simply blurted, "Sorry, excuse me!" and ran off to the restroom like a child.

And now here he is, dragging a very intoxicated Taehyung into a photo booth along the wall of the arcade. Jimin groans as Taehyung stumbles, and he wonders what the hell happened in the short time they were separated.

"In here," Jimin grumbles as he pulls the red faux velvet curtain aside and pushes against Taehyung's hips.

Taehyung sits a little too hard on the white plastic bench, exhaling a deep, "Oomph!" and Jimin fights the urge to laugh.

"Go!" Jimin exclaims, shoving at Taehyung's shoulders. "Scoot!"

"Patience, my adorable friend," Taehyung mutters as he places his palms onto the seat and slides in, leaning against the wall. "You're always in such a rush; just enjoy your surroundings."

"Yeah, okay," Jimin responds under his breath, deciding not to try to figure out what on earth Taehyung is talking about.

Silence settles over them, save for a high-pitched tune that plays from the booth encouraging patrons to insert coins and pose for the camera. Jimin attempts to gather his thoughts, but he is on the outskirts of feeling drunk, and Taehyung seems absolutely gone.

"Y-you wanted to talk?" Taehyung grumbles as he slings his arm roughly over Jimin's shoulder.

"Nah," Jimin says, feeling sadness bubble in his throat. "Just wanted to take some photos with my new best friend."

Taehyung lets out an exaggerated "Pfft!" and sits up as if he is reluctantly getting ready to take photos purely for Jimin's sake. Jimin digs into his pocket for a handful of coins and begins to insert them.

The machine prompts them to hold up peace signs, and Taehyung half-heartedly obliges. Jimin grins widely, showing his teeth, and as the camera flashes, he hopes his eyes don't look as sad as he feels. This whole evening feels like a bust, especially with Taehyung getting so drunk that Jimin once again doesn't feel comfortable with confessing his feelings.

The chipper machine voice directs them to make finger hearts, and Jimin does so, tilting his head toward Taehyung. Jimin is about to scold him for not paying attention when Taehyung mutters, "That's not what I want."

Jimin looks into the camera and smiles in time for it to flash, then turns to Taehyung with a confused hum. Taehyung sighs and rests his head against the wall, worrying his lip between his teeth.

"What don't you want?" Jimin asks softly, afraid for Taehyung's response.

"I don't want to be your friend," Taehyung whines softly, scrunching up his face as if he anticipates something painful to follow his words. He lifts his head and looks at Jimin with all the conviction of a man who is willing himself to become sober again, but he doesn't say anything more.

"What do you m—" the camera flashes again, ripping Jimin from his thoughts and leaving him feeling conflicted as he blinks away white and black spots that cloud his vision. Taehyung apparently no longer wants to be his friend, and Jimin's head spins as he attempts to sort out why.

The urge to cry overwhelms Jimin, but Taehyung's warm, comforting hand softly grips onto his knee, and Jimin returns from his spiral to find Taehyung smiling so sweetly at him.

"I want to be more than that," Taehyung says softly. "I love you, Jimin."

Jimin's mouth falls open, tears blur his vision, and another bright flash of the camera fills the space, capturing a moment that Jimin struggles to comprehend.

Taehyung grins, a crooked, mischievous expression and groans, "I confessed to you; are you gonna kiss me or what?"

A chuckle rocks through Jimin, and he shakes his head and wipes away the tears that managed to escape.

"No, you dummy," Jimin responds with soft laughter. "You're too drunk for me to kiss."

Taehyung drops his face into his hands and lets out a strained whine. "You're right," he mutters.

"We should get you home," Jimin suggests softly, forcing another whine from Taehyung's throat.

Taehyung wraps his arms around Jimin, leaning against him suddenly, and Jimin struggles to accommodate, lifting his arms in the small space and doing his best to reciprocate whatever is going on.

"Don't want to leave you," Taehyung mutters.

"Can you walk?"

Taehyung groans and nods his head slowly.

"Alright," Jimin says, attempting to push Taehyung back into a seated position. "I'll walk you back to mine and put you to bed. But no funny business!"

"Okay," comes out meekly, and Jimin swoons for a split moment before deciding he is tired of sitting in the photo booth and shoving Taehyung up and away. He is suddenly exhausted, and he wants to end this chaotic date, get Taehyung settled, and put this day behind him.

Jimin manages to get Taehyung's arm off his shoulders, and he slides out of the photo booth, nearly getting tangled in the curtain as he shoves it open. He stands and has to pause a moment to get his bearings, then he remembers the pictures they took and grabs the photo slips out of the retrieval slot, glancing just long enough to verify that they are his before sliding them into his back pocket.

With a cacophony of grunts and groans, Taehyung makes his way out of the booth and stumbles into a standing position. Jimin is about to take Taehyung by the arm and lead him to the exit when he remembers there were two other men with them.

Guilt pools in Jimin's tummy as he turns to find Yoongi and Jeongguk, who still sit at the bar, facing one another with fresh drinks beside them. He takes a deep, calming breath and does his best to deliver a silent but confident pep talk to himself.

Jimin hates having to turn anyone down but especially laments having to let down someone as kind and handsome as Jeongguk. He doesn't want to think of the way Jeongguk's pretty, wide eyes will downturn in disappointment along with the edges of his perfect lips, but alas, Jimin needs to do what he needs to do—finally ready to admit that his foolish little heart belongs to another.

The chorus of chiptune songs does nothing to calm Jimin as he attempts to steel himself. He takes one more reassuring inhale, and in that moment, Yoongi reaches a slow, gentle hand and caresses Jeongguk's thigh, giving it a soft squeeze before resting it there. Jeongguk smiles softly, scrunching his nose and lips, and the gaze the two of them share is nothing short of infatuating.

Jimin's breath huffs out in surprise, and he cannot hold back his smile. Perhaps nobody will be disappointed tonight, after all, he thinks.

"Let's go let the others know we're leaving," Jimin says, turning his head toward Taehyung, who seems to be holding himself up well.

Jimin takes Taehyung by the hand, lacing their fingers together, and leads him toward the bar. They get a few feet away when Yoongi notices them, and first, his hand lifts quickly from Jeongguk's knee, but then his eyes fall to Jimin holding Taehyung's hand, and with a smirk, Yoongi places his hand back down.

"I see tonight isn't turning out how anyone anticipated," Yoongi mutters, looking between Jimin and Taehyung.

"I guess not," Jimin responds, dramatically wiggling his eyes between Yoongi and Jeongguk as he chuckles. Then he turns his attention to Jeongguk. "What a relief. I was so scared of having to turn you down. Hence running away, god, that was so childish; I'm so sorry, Jeongguk."

Jeongguk shakes his head and smiles. "I was disappointed at first, but only because I thought I said something that upset you. But Yoongi-hyung mentioned Taehyung more or less confessed his feelings for you, and we put two and two together when you disappeared for a while."

"I can't believe you made us third-wheels on our own date," Yoongi chides, and Jimin cringes.

"So you two..." Taehyung says, trailing off.

Blush rises to Jeongguk's cheeks, and Yoongi gives him an assuring glance before responding. "Yeah, we got to chatting and decided that if you two weren't coming back, we'd make the most of it. We actually have quite a bit in common."

Jimin laughs and squeezes Taehyung's hand. "I'm glad. And we'll remain friends, yeah? You guys were so much fun! Next time we'll have a proper double date with the correct pairs."

Yoongi and Jeongguk laugh, and Jimin delights in how their shoulders rise and fall similarly. "Sure thing," Jeongguk says at the same time Yoongi rasps, "Sounds like a plan."

"Alright," Jimin announces, shifting tiredly in place. "I'm going to get this one a tall glass of water and some cozy pajamas. Get home safe, you two!"

Yoongi and Jeongguk stand, and everyone exchanges hugs, then Jimin tugs Taehyung toward the exit. The cool night air hits him, but not uncomfortably. In fact, the light breeze in his hair feels nice. Most of the ten-minute walk back to Jimin's place is silent, with mindless grumbles about interesting storefronts and restaurants that smell good.

Once they get to Jimin's apartment, Taehyung becomes especially clingy, draping himself over Jimin as he struggles to retrieve the key to his building. In the hallway, Jimin stumbles with Taehyung's arms cloaked over his shoulder, and he grumbles with annoyance despite doing absolutely nothing to move him because Taehyung smells fresh like a spring day, and a little like home.

"I'll find you a toothbrush and pajamas," Jimin mutters as he punches in his door code.

Jimin keeps the living room light off and forces Taehyung to stand on his own as he kicks out of his shoes and pads through the living room and into his hallway to flip on a dimmer, much more inviting light. He watches with amusement as Taehyung struggles to kick out of his white sneakers and nearly topples into the back of Jimin's couch but sorts himself out and leans back against the wall.

Then, Jimin goes into the bathroom to find his pack of fresh toothbrushes and sets one on the counter before opening his above-sink cabinet and grabbing his own. It doesn't take long for Taehyung to join him, and Jimin takes a step to the right to give him space. He tries his best to ignore the rush of emotions over how domestic the moment in front of the small bathroom mirror is, and he takes handfuls of tap water to swish around his mouth and spit into the sink before replacing his toothbrush in the cabinet.

"I'll get you some water," Jimin offers, attempting to walk around Taehyung, but Taehyung twists, standing in the way.

With the toothbrush lodged in his cheek and spit-filled white paste running down his lip, Taehyung sputters, "After this, will you kiss me? I smell good."

Jimin's pulse quickens, and he chuckles, shaking his head. "You're still too drunk, silly."

With a sigh, Taehyung turns back to the sink and spits out the toothpaste. "Unfair," he mutters.

"You did this to yourself," Jimin teases as he leaves the room.

On his way toward the kitchen, Jimin hears Taehyung whine, "Yoongi-hyung got me this drunk."

"Conveniently blaming someone who isn't here, hmm?" Jimin calls as he fetches a clean glass from his sink-side rack and fills it with water.

Jimin returns to find the bathroom empty, and he makes his way down the short hallway to his bedroom. Taehyung is seated on the edge of Jimin's bed, looking like an apparition in the dark, and Jimin laughs to himself as he crosses his bedroom, flips on his bedside lamp and sets down the glass of water.

"I'll grab you something to wear," Jimin says as he turns to walk to his dresser, but strong arms wrap around his torso and tug him back, causing him to stumble and fall haphazardly against Taehyung's lap.

"You didn't compliment my hair," Taehyung pouts pathetically, and Jimin chuckles, turning his head in an attempt to face him.

"You're right, and I'm sorry,” Jimin responds sweetly. “Your hair looks beautiful, Tae. It suits you."

Taehyung's eyes sparkle as he asks, "Really?" making Jimin laugh a little harder.

"Yes, really. Of course, really. Anything would look pretty on you, Tae; you're breathtaking. Now let's get ready for bed."

"Just wanna hold you," Taehyung grumbles. "I confessed and now all I want to do is love you and hear you call me pretty."

Jimin's cheeks burn red hot as he makes a feeble attempt to pull away. "Let me get us pajamas, and you can hold me while we fall asleep."

Taehyung lets out a long, contemplative hum, then squeezes Jimin tight before opening his arms wide as if releasing a pet into the wild to be free. Jimin fumbles back to his feet, still feeling somewhat intoxicated—both by the alcohol and by the sudden turn of events—then makes his way to his dresser to find two matching sets of pajamas. One is blue with little white clouds, and the other is pink and white stripes, and Jimin giggles at the coincidence and chucks the pink pair at Taehyung.

Jimin strips where he is, pulling his shirt over his head and discarding it to the side. Taehyung has seen him model nude, after all, so what does he have to hide? He does, however, turn to give Taehyung privacy as he shrugs into the top and begins to button it, noticing the rustling of fabric that indicates Taehyung is changing.

"Let me know when you're done," Jimin says as he pulls the photo strips from his pocket and sets them on his dresser. He undoes his pants, wiggles them to the floor and steps out of the denim and into the flannel.

"I, uh...it doesn't fit," Taehyung grumbles. "You're too small."

Jimin rolls his eyes and turns with a sneer, ready to give Taehyung a piece of his mind. "Maybe you're t-too b-big—"

The temperature of the air rises rapidly as Jimin takes in golden skin, muscular arms and chest, and a somewhat toned, soft tummy. He drops his gaze to the floor as his cheeks flush with warmth and notices the pink and white striped pants stopping above Taehyung's ankles.

"Sorry, Jiminah," Taehyung says in a tone dripping with anything but apologetic undertones as his feet step closer. "Guess I have to sleep topless."

Jimin spins quickly on the balls of his feet, muttering, "I have a tee shirt you can wear!" but Taehyung stops him by grabbing onto one of his wrists and pulling him close. Jimin fumbles against Taehyung and turns to look at him, feeling shocked by his behavior and finds Taehyung looking back with a pointed gaze.

"Come to bed," Taehyung says softly, voice dropped so low it gives Jimin a chill. Taehyung tugs him towards his bed and says, "I'll drink the water you brought me, and in the morning when I'm sober, I'll ask for that kiss again."

"Okay," Jimin all but whispers, feeling dizzy from the pounding of his heart.

Taehyung continues to hold onto Jimin as he sits on the edge of the bed, only letting go to scoot toward the middle and wiggle under the cover. Jimin stands, suddenly finding it hard to comprehend that Taehyung, of all people, is in his bed, getting cozy in his baby blue sheets. And that he confessed. Taehyung gets onto his side, anchors himself with his bent arm against the bed, and pats the empty space in front of him.

The neurons in Jimin's brain seem slow to fire as he stares at the scene before him, struggling to process it. Taehyung cocks his head, knits his eyebrows, and hums a questioning tone, and Jimin snaps out of it and approaches the bed. He sits on the edge, grabs the water, and twists to hand it to Taehyung, who sits up behind him.

"Almost forgot," Taehyung mutters.

Jimin hums. "Only sober Taehyung gets a first kiss."

A quiet moment passes before Taehyung reaches past Jimin to set a nearly empty glass on the bedside table. Jimin grabs it, drinks the rest of the water, and then switches the lamp off. As he twists to get into bed, Taehyung pulls him close, tangling his arms and legs around him in a firm but comfortable hold, and Jimin falls asleep quickly with Taehyung's steady breath warming the nape of his neck.

Light dances behind Taehyung's eyelids, soft and warm, and he slowly feels his limbs tingle and stretch to life. As his arm and leg hit a body to his left, everything comes flooding back to Taehyung, and he turns with a gasp to find tousled pink hair and round, cherubic cheeks against the pillow beside him.

Jimin. Soft, sweet, beautiful Jimin in his pale blue pajamas covered in little white clouds. Taehyung confessed to him while drunk on far more whiskey than one man should ever consume at once, and now that he feels sober, he is determined to prove to Jimin that he means it.

A pink wave hangs over Jimin's closed eyes, and Taehyung gently pushes it away, high enough to get stuck on a bunch of hair and off his face. He gently rubs the back of his pointer finger over Jimin's cheek, and Jimin's bottom lip juts out into a pout as he groans and shifts, gradually getting pulled from sleep.

Taehyung resists the urge to suck Jimin's plush lip between his teeth and rouse him with a moan; it's probably too uncouth for a first kiss. Instead, Taehyung continues to caress Jimin's cheek delicately until the other stirs and begins to stretch and tremble awake. Jimin's groans become louder and more frustrated, and Taehyung grins.

With a scrunch of his brow, Jimin cracks one eye open. Then, suddenly, both eyes open, blinking quickly, and Taehyung watches Jimin remember all at once everything that happened the night before.

"Hey, beautiful," Taehyung mutters, voice raspy and deep from disuse.

"I guess it wasn't a dream, hmm?" Jimin groans as he rolls onto his back and stretches his arms over his head.

"Depends," Taehyung responds playfully, "how good was your dream?"

The apples of Jimin's cheeks blush a pretty azalea rouge, and Taehyung delights in how easily he can fluster him. Jimin turns again, eyes searching Taehyung's naked shoulders and chest before rising to meet his gaze, and he licks his bottom lip. Taehyung mimics the movement and reaches out to take Jimin by the waist.

"About that kiss...?" Taehyung begins, and Jimin looks scandalized, rolling out of reach, whining, "I have morning breath, you animal."

"Swish some mouthwash and come back," Taehyung groans, reaching for Jimin, who scoots further away.

"You also have morning breath, Tae."

Taehyung rolls his eyes. "Fine, come back and spit some of the mouthwash into my mouth."

Jimin sits with a start, pink hair sticking out in every direction, and he twists to glare down at Taehyung—a sight that makes his heart pound.

"You're disgusting," Jimin says, and Taehyung falls onto his back, laughing.

"Fine," Taehyung concedes with a sigh, sitting up and kicking the baby blue blanket off his legs. "We'll gargle some mouthwash quick and return to bed so I can kiss you until you're dizzy."

"Fine," Jimin responds, clearly fighting with the corners of his mouth and resisting the urge to smile.

The two of them leave the bed and pad into Jimin's bathroom to brush their teeth side by side at the sink. All joking and eagerness to lock lips aside, Taehyung takes his time and returns to Jimin's room for the cup they used the night before and carries it into the kitchen for more water while Jimin closes the door to the bathroom for privacy.

Taehyung sips at the water as he returns to Jimin's room and sets the glass on the bedside table, then notices the photo strips on Jimin's dresser. He walks over, picks up the top strip—which is curved slightly as if it had been put in a butt pocket—and his breath hitches.

In the first frame, he and Jimin are holding up peace signs with wide, cheesy smiles, but as the photos progress, Jimin looks confused, and finally, surprised. There's something in Jimin's eyes that Taehyung can't quite discern, and it looks like he might be on the verge of tears. Taehyung wonders, with a swell of affection in his chest, if this is the moment he told Jimin he loves him.

Jimin returns, hair tamed and face flushed, and he sits on the edge of the bed. Taehyung nibbles his lip and sets the photo down, then returns to the bed, taking his place beside Jimin, who fidgets with his hands in his lap.

"Oh my god," Taehyung groans, "don't be so nervous. We can wait if you're not ready."

"I'm ready," Jimin responds hurriedly. "And nervous. I can be both."

Taehyung scoots back on the mattress and leans back against one hand while he pats himself on the thigh, saying, "I'll ease your nerves. Come here."

A look of confusion that blends into intrigue tugs deliciously at Jimin's features, and he stands and turns, then slowly positions one knee on the bed and pauses. "Y-you want me to—"

"Get on my lap?" Taehyung interjects with a smirk. "Yes."

Jimin licks his lips and complies, swinging a leg over Taehyung's thighs and straddling him. Taehyung reaches for Jimin's chin and gently pulls him close. "Kiss me, pretty," he mutters, and smiles as Jimin leans forward and brushes plush lips against his.

A pleased groan rumbles in Taehyung's throat, and Jimin wraps his arms over his shoulders and settles comfortably in his lap while Taehyung moves his hand to cradle Jimin's nape. He gently sucks Jimin's lip between his teeth—just as he has imagined time and time again—and the deep, needy groan that falls between Jimin's lips makes every second that has passed since the moment Taehyung first laid eyes on him worth the wait.

Taehyung releases Jimin's lip with a pop and a smile, eyes not fully closed so he can see the way Jimin's mouth is open for him as he lets out a delicate gasp. He rotates his face ever so slightly, making room for their noses to slot beside one another, and licks between Jimin's lips, tasting mint and spit, and gently presses his fingertips into the back of Jimin's head.

There is a soft but present frenzy in the way one of Jimin's hands pushes into Taehyung's hair while the other grips onto his neck, his shoulder, and back to his neck again, as if he is mapping out shapes or plotting points for later. Jimin darts his tongue out to meet Taehyung's, and they lick and groan and smile against each other's lips in languid movements, teasing and tasting and inviting the other for more.

"Let's lay down," Taehyung suggests into Jimin's mouth, receiving only a nod in return.

Taehyung bends at the elbow to lower them to the mattress, and, with a giggle, Jimin slides off Taehyung's lap, prompting him to open his eyes. Jimin hovers close as he says, "Lay down for real."

With both elbows, Taehyung scoot-crawls further onto the bed, and he slowly swings his legs up—with what little room Jimin gives him—and wiggles around, settling onto his side. Jimin clambers back onto the mattress, wraps one arm around Taehyung's neck, then the other as he crashes their lips together, and pushes Taehyung into the pillow, laying him half on his side and half on his back.

"I hope you're right," Taehyung mutters against eager lips, getting a hum in response before continuing. "I hope none of this is a dream."

Jimin bites down on Taehyung's bottom lip—not hard, but enough to elicit a painful hiss and confused groan. Taehyung's eyes open wide to find a devious smirk, and Jimin says, "Looks to me like you're awake, Tae."

The pain, the snark, and those soft, beautiful lips have heat building around Taehyung's groin and his lower back. He wants more—wants everything—but it is still soon, and he is unsure whether it would be too impolite to ask.

Jimin swings a leg over Taehyung and pulls their bodies flush. If the bulge that rubs against his own is anything to go by—and the elicit moans that fell from both their lips—Jimin must feel the same.

"Want you," Jimin whines, confirming Taehyung's suspicion—or, perhaps, reading Taehyung's mind. "I know it's too soon, but I—"

Taehyung rolls forward, forcing Jimin to crash onto his back with a whine, and grinds his hips slowly against Jimin, sliding their cocks together with intent. Jimin's head digs into the pillow, fingers grip Taehyung's bare shoulders, and he rasps a needy, pretty sound that blends with the pleasure coursing through him, shivering down his spine.

"I want you too, baby," Taehyung groans as he leans forward and places soft, wet kisses against Jimin's throat and neck. "Always wanted you."

"Please," Jimin whines as his body writhes beneath Taehyung as if searching for friction.

Taehyung lowers his hips and lifts his head, and he watches as Jimin grinds up against him and bites his lip to stifle a moan. "God, just look at you," he groans, delighting in how shameless and needy Jimin has become.

Jimin squeezes his eyes shut and whines petulantly, then grabs onto the back of Taehyung's neck and pulls him until their lips are hair's widths apart. Taehyung watches Jimin's lips as they part and tremble, and he darts out his tongue to leave a teasing strip of spit.

"How do you want me, baby?" Taehyung asks before sucking Jimin's lip between teeth where it belongs.

Jimin hisses and moans and mutters, "Slow. Fuck me slow."

A pleased, needy groan rumbles and rips through Taehyung's throat. He lifts himself enough to stare down at Jimin and see his entire blush-flushed face. He asks, "You want me to fuck you, baby?" and delights in how wide and desperate Jimin's eyes become when he nods.

Taehyung rubs their noses together. "Do you need to clean? Wanna taste you."

A whimper accompanies a slow shake of the head. "I cleaned already. Probably still wet."

Taehyung can't help but gasp. "This morning?" Jimin nods and hums. "You weren't in there long."

"I cleaned before the date too," Jimin confesses with a blush, "just in case."

Intrigue with a hint of jealousy deepens Taehyung's arousal. "You cleaned yourself in anticipation for the date?"

Jimin nods and hums, giving Taehyung wide, innocent eyes, and Taehyung chuckles. "You wanted our sweet Jeonggukie to fuck you, is that it?" he groans as he leans in close and nuzzles noses and cheeks.

"I wanted to be open to the possibility," Jimin whines. "You know how horny I've been; stop teasing."

Taehyung grins and nibbles his bottom lip. He, too, had gotten himself ready, just in case.

"So is it me you want," Taehyung continues with a dark tone, "or will any cock do?"

Jimin slaps Taehyung on the side of the arm and pulls him close enough to lick at his lips, making Taehyung smirk. "Stop," he whines.

A deep chuckle passes through Taehyung's lips as he taunts a bit further. "Sorry, baby; I don't mean to tease. I like how slutty and needy you are, I promise."

Taehyung doesn't say these things to hurt Jimin—he watches Jimin's expressions and listens closely to his voice to make sure he doesn't seem to be crossing a line. It has simply been a test of endurance to be Jimin's friend and listen as he gets drunk and whines about how badly he needs dick, and now Taehyung cannot resist making him regret saying it all those times, just a teensy bit.

"Want you, Tae," Jimin whines. "Please."

And if Jimin is going to ask so sweetly, Taehyung is sure that he could never deny him anything. "Get on your stomach for me, baby."

Jimin twists and wiggles, turning onto his stomach with very little room to move. Taehyung watches with a smile as Jimin pulls his hands above his head and digs his fingers into the pillow with anticipation—cheeks squished and round just as they had been when he was asleep.

"Take your top off for me," Taehyung instructs, and Jimin groans as he moves from his new position to attempt to anchor himself onto his elbows and work the buttons on his nightshirt.

Taehyung sits up, straddling Jimin's very plump butt, and he reaches his arms below him and begins to help unfasten the buttons near his tummy, working his way down. Jimin struggles to shrug out of the shirt before Taehyung is finished, and he can't help but giggle at his impatience.

"So needy," Taehyung teases as he helps pull the shirt off one arm and then the other, then tosses the cloudy garment to the floor.

"Keep teasing me, and I'll kick you out," Jimin whines with absolutely no conviction, returning his hands to the pillow beside his head.

Taehyung leans down, lays his weight against Jimin, and as he nuzzles his nose into Jimin's nape and smells his citrus shampoo, he mutters, "Is that so?"

A shiver visibly runs through Jimin, followed by a whimper, and Taehyung smirks. Taehyung kisses Jimin's neck, smells his sweet skin, and takes in every tiny sound and movement that comes from below. Jimin's back is soft against Taehyung's chest, and he slowly crawls down the length of his torso leaving soft, wet kisses in his path.

For months, Taehyung has felt ashamed of the vivid ways in which he imagined worshiping every inch of Jimin under the assumption that he may not have felt the same way. Now, with Jimin in his hands, Taehyung can't seem to think clearly and kisses with abandon as he works his way down to the soft, plump cheeks he has sketched and painted and squeezed his cock thinking about time and time again.

Taehyung kneels between Jimin's thighs and dips his fingers below the band of his pants. Jimin tilts his hips up, and Taehyung catches his briefs as he begins to tug down, pulling carefully in front to prevent Jimin's erection from catching in the fabric.

Despite having witnessed the peaks and valleys of Jimin's perfectly toned body, getting to touch and praise and really see him makes Taehyung's heart pound. He lifts his legs, gently but clumsily getting Jimin's pants down past where he kneels and to Jimin's ankles while staying between them, then drops down to the mattress with his hands on Jimin's ass as his feet help to guide the fabric past his feet.

Taehyung gets on his stomach between Jimin's thighs, runs his hands over his ass, and in response, Jimin begins to lift his hips. Taehyung pushes him down, slowly but firmly. "Relax," he mutters, and Jimin settles his hips and attempts to spread his legs a bit further.

"You're so perfect," Taehyung groans as his lips touch the underside of Jimin's cheek, over the crease where soft flesh turns to firm thigh. Jimin trembles below Taehyung's touch, and he kisses up, over the pillowy curve, toward the center, where he wants to kiss most. All the while, arousal pools in his groin and tingles through his limbs

Gently, Taehyung spreads Jimin and holds back a groan at the sight of such a cute, puckered hole, still moist, as Jimin had promised. Taehyung kisses toward it, keeping his eyes on it until it begins to blur from being too close, then he laps his tongue over it, slowly and tentatively, and Jimin's hips shake as he lets out a breathy moan.

There is a delicate sweetness to Jimin's skin, and Taehyung laves over him in long stripes and slow circles as his hands move up to Jimin's hips and settle. Taehyung groans and licks, letting Jimin's cheeks close around his face, threatening to suffocate him, and Jimin whimpers and gasps such pretty sounds for him.

He takes his time licking and sucking against Jimin's rim, dipping his tongue inside to taste and tease just a little more. Then, he pulls one hand down to spread Jimin's cheek and gently prod one finger in while his tongue twists and flicks, leaking drool and making a mess.

Stretching Jimin on one finger, then two fingers, and then—with the addition of lube that Jimin practically throws at Taehyung's head—three fingers takes time. Jimin's hips grind and shake under Taehyung's languid, measured movements, and by the time he is twisting and scissoring with three fingers, Jimin is choking out wet sobs, begging for his cock.

Taehyung grabs the bottle of lube that he placed beside Jimin's hip and pops the cap open with his thumb. He anchors himself onto his elbows, burying his face in Jimin's ass as he squirts more than enough liquid onto his hand, then snaps it shut and flings the bottle just hard enough for it to land close enough to reach again. He shimmies onto his knees and reaches between his legs to slick up his hard, neglected cock as he slowly tongue fucks Jimin.

A moan rocks through Taehyung's chest, stifled by Jimin's ass as his hand grips onto his cockhead and slides down over his shaft, sticky-slick, sending waves of pleasure through him. He comes up for air, gets onto his knees, and rubs the leftover lube over Jimin's ass unceremoniously with his fingers and palm. Jimin grinds back against his hand, and Taehyung cannot resist dipping his fingers into Jimin's stretched hole once more before rolling away from Jimin, onto his side.

"Come here, baby," Taehyung says as his sticky fingers tug at Jimin's hip, and Jimin twists his face away before rolling onto his side and scooting himself to fit against Taehyung as if he was meant to be there. Taehyung wraps his lower arm beneath Jimin's neck, and he spreads his palm over Jimin's chest, smiling softly as Jimin wraps both of his hands around his hand and wrist.

Taehyung nuzzles his lips against Jimin's nape as he spreads his cheeks around his cock and slowly slides his blunt tip over the expanse of his cleft, from the top of his cheeks down to his balls, and back to his hole.

"Tell me if you need me to go slower, okay?"

Jimin nods and mutters a broken mmhmm, and Taehyung presses his cock against Jimin's rim and slowly pushes himself inside, squeezing his eyes shut while breathing through how tightly Jimin grips him. Jimin moans and gasps and swallows his tip eagerly while Taehyung rocks his hips in gentle motions, slowly carving a place inside Jimin that is meant just for him.

"Fuck, you're tight," Taehyung mutters as his lips drag across Jimin's skin.

"S-so big," Jimin sobs, bowing his back as Taehyung holds Jimin's cheek spread and works him open. "Please don't stop."

With one slow, deep push, Taehyung nearly gets his entire length inside and stops, giving him a chance to adjust. The sounds that pass through Jimin's lips are nothing short of heavenly, and Taehyung pulls him closer, trailing kisses up to his shoulder and back to his neck. Jimin doesn't protest, only holds his arm tight and litters kisses on his wrist.

"Ready, baby?" Taehyung asks as he nuzzles his nose in the hairs at Jimin's nape.

"Yes, please," Jimin responds, breathy and sweet.

Taehyung pulls out, feeling the head of his cock drag deliciously against Jimin's tight, eager walls. Then, he presses back inside, as deep as he can before he worries he is too deep for it to be pleasurable. Jimin's back arches, and his ass swallows Taehyung deeper still, and Taehyung moans and squeezes his eyes closed—the pleasure he feels is nothing short of overwhelming, and he worries he could be swept under far too soon.

"So good," Jimin whimpers, scratching blunt nails down Taehyung's wrist.

The morning light floods the room, sharp and bright, kissing Jimin's skin so perfectly, and Taehyung does his best to keep his eyes focused and open—desperate to see every tiny mole and goosebump on Jimin's skin; eager to commit each detail to memory.

Taehyung rocks his hips slowly, back and forth, moaning in tandem with Jimin, whose leg bends and straightens as if restless. Taehyung smoothes his hand over Jimin's thigh in hopes of calming him, then picks up his pace just enough to pull sweet, pitchy sobs from Jimin's throat.

"You're so perfect, baby," Taehyung groans into Jimin's neck. "So good for me."

Jimin rocks his hips to match Taehyung's movements, grinding his ass against him with each thrust, and Taehyung's eyes roll back as he rasps deep, satisfied moans. He will absolutely cum if Jimin keeps it up, but he doesn't want it to stop.

"Want to kiss you," Jimin whines, attempting to turn his head.

All Taehyung can manage is dragging his lips and teeth over Jimin's jaw, and with a huff, Jimin shifts forward, pulling Taehyung's cock out of him and sending it against his tummy with a weak slap. Taehyung whines as Jimin rolls onto his back, spreads his legs wide, and tugs at Taehyung's shoulders to join him.

Grumbles all are Taehyung can manage as he moves—pleasure-dizzy and disoriented—dropping his limbs over Jimin, getting between his legs, and slipping his cock back in. Taehyung's back arches as Jimin wraps an ankle around his thigh and pulls him deeper, drowning Taehyung in how good he feels. He lets his head fall forward, and Jimin grabs his face and pulls him into a kiss, causing Taehyung's body to melt like warm wax as he settles over Jimin and picks up a steady pace with his hips.

"I should have known you would be this good," Jimin groans into Taehyung's mouth.

"Imagine me fucking you often?" Taehyung teases in a bit of a daze, allowing Jimin to use his mouth as he pleases while keeping his eyes open.

Jimin cocks an eyebrow and nips at his bottom lip, and Taehyung hisses as he mutters, "Maybe I have."

"That so?" Taehyung drives his cock particularly deep, and Jimin's back arches as he moans, "Ahhh, yes!"

Taehyung rocks his hips slow and deep, losing himself to pleasure as Jimin moans into his mouth, scraping blunt fingernails over his shoulders and back. He wants to cum—wants to hold Jimin close and fill him up and do it all over again in every position conceivable.

"Don't think I'll last much longer, baby," Taehyung groans with his lip pulled between Jimin's teeth.

"Cum inside me, Tae," Jimin whines, and Taehyung nearly does so just from those words alone. "I'm close, too."

Taehyung wants to see Jimin's entire body react—wants to watch his face warp and twist from pleasure—and he manages to sit up on his knees, wiggling out of Jimin's grip. Jimin giggles as his arms fall up above his head, and he relaxes into the new position.

"Touch me," Jimin whimpers through kiss-swollen lips, making Taehyung swoon.

Teasingly, Taehyung runs his fingertips over Jimin's pretty cock, from the soft skin below his head, down to his base and back up, thinking about how good it would feel lodged in his throat or deep in his ass. Jimin whimpers and whines, jutting his lip out and clearly unsatisfied, and Taehyung chuckles as he wraps his palm around Jimin's cock—revels in how Jimin's entire body responds to him.

"That's it, baby," Taehyung groans as he dry-strokes Jimin to the rhythm of his thrusts. "Cum for me."

Jimin's back lifts from the bed at his command, squeezing Taehyung as his hips jolt, mouth trembling with pleasure, and he sprays his release all over himself. Jimin looks incredible—flayed on the bed with his neck elongated, while his sweat-sheened skin glistens in the morning light. His muscles contract in the time with his moans, and Taehyung loses it—sees stars and stutters his hips—as Jimin cums, needing only a few more deep pumps to unravel completely, himself.

Pleasure quakes through Taehyung, and he buries himself deep, deep, deep as he spills his release inside a still quivering Jimin. Moans and whimpers fill the room, and Taehyung gently rocks his hips, tipping him close to the point of overstimulation before he releases Jimin's cock and pulls out.

Taehyung collapses onto Jimin, squelching cum between their bodies and connecting their lips as Jimin tries to complain about the mess but is interrupted by tongue and teeth.

"Let's shower." Taehyung groans into Jimin's mouth.

"Shower and then breakfast," Jimin grumbles, nipping at Taehyung's lips as his shaky hands rub the length of Taehyung's arms.

"Deal. Anything you want, baby."

"Just want you."

Taehyung's kisses leave Jimin's lips and trail down his chin and jaw as he mutters, "You have me."

"Fancy seeing you here," a deep, familiar voice rasps, and Jimin turns to find Yoongi and Jeongguk standing behind him at the café just down the street from his place.

Jimin hugs Yoongi, then Jeongguk, and then he notices Jeongguk—like Taehyung—is wearing the same clothes as the evening before. Taehyung returns from the restroom and hugs them, then points out that he and Jeongguk clearly haven't been home yet, making everyone chuckle and blush.

The four of them order drinks and pastries and find a table for four in the corner, and Jimin smiles as conversation flows easily between them. Just yesterday, two of these men were strangers, and the other was just a friend—a crush which he thought, for the life of him, was unrequited—and here they are, catching up as if it hadn't only been twelve or so hours since they last met.

"I guess we're having that promised second date faster than anticipated," Yoongi says with a grin, and Jimin feels his heart melt just a little.

"I suppose so," Jimin responds, blush rushing to his cheeks as Taehyung grabs his hand under the table.

What had begun as a wine-drunk cry for someone to dick him down has twisted and melded into something fun and hopefully long-lasting, and Jimin can't help but smile as he chats with the others. He learns more things about Yoongi and Jeongguk, who gaze at each other with stars in their eyes, and feels proud to have contributed to the two of them finding each other, even if the circumstances were as unorthodox as they were.

"It's pretty obvious that the four of us are meant to be together," Jeongguk announces as if it's fact, following a comment from Yoongi about how strange but delightful it all turned out, and everyone chuckles.

"No complaints from me," Taehyung responds, squeezing Jimin's hand, and Jimin turns to match his smile and gaze into his deep, pretty eyes as he nods, agreeing wholeheartedly.

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framesandtulips · 1 year

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In Space Everyone Can Hear You Scream vmin | explicit | 4.8k | space blowjobs, inappropriate workplace relations, astronaut bangtan astronaut KTH is horny and wants to cum but is worried he'll get semen loose in the cockpit. fellow astronaut PJM helps him out by letting him dock his rocket in his mouth.

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vminsbuns · 1 year

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silhouette

vmin

tags : strangers to lovers, mcd implied, explicit

summary : Jimin always refused to believe in ghosts. Taehyung makes him fall in love with one.

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eoieopda · 5 months

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HELLO IT IS I, THE CHAOS DEMON WHO CAN READ YOUR MIND.

HEREBY OFFICIALLY REQUESTING A SEQUEL TO THE VMIN DRABBLE.

AND LIKE. LISTEN. IF YOU FEEL LIKE YOU NEED TO MAKE IT A LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTLE LONGER WE'LL ALL LOOK THE OTHER WAY.

(like if you need to do five times the wc, i swear, we'll all be really cool about it)

(or eight times. you know. things happen. the hand slips. we get it.)

because. uh. i'm afraid to report that I'm gonna need the FULL story here. beginning to end. like i need every detail until someone goes home.

the one with the hall pass pt. ii

summary: you and your boyfriend have everything important in common — especially your taste in men. pairing: kim taehyung x reader x park jimin au: established relationship (kth x reader) type: drabble (sequel, smut) wc: 2.6k rating: 18+ — minors do not have my consent to interact. cw: jimin’s pov; reader is afab + referred to (minimally) with she/her pronouns; sexual orientation isn’t explicitly designated for anyone, but it's implied that everybody is queer to some extent; unprotected (t) + protected (j) piv penetration; big dick™️ kim taehyung; jimin kinda doms?; lil bit of praise + spit + bulge kinks; spit-roasting; oral (m receiving) + deep throating; voyeurism, i guess?; overstimulation + squirting; cum eating; jimin is in his feelings; aftercare; the ending is up to interpretation. a/n: it’s finally here — the rest of the one with the hall pass, which was initially requested by @here2bbtstrash ✨ this picks up where pt. i left off, but there’s barely a plot to be found, so it’s not necessarily… necessary to have read that first.

For as long as Jimin can remember, he’s been the butt of the joke for being so hopelessly unlucky.

All thumbs.

He’s the one laughing now, it seems, with you sprawled out naked and half-spent between his legs, using his thigh as a pillow, and Taehyung on his knees at Jimin’s side. With one of those thumbs flicking idly over your left nipple and the other tucked into the wet heat of Taehyung’s hollowed-out cheeks.

Likewise, he’s teased Taehyung for that oral fixation of his for years, and — well, Jimin feels a bit differently about it now that it’s being fixated on him.

Funny how quickly tables turn.

He tears his eyes off Taehyung to glance down at you, only to find that your starry eyes are already watching him. As much as he loves that fuck-drunk look on your face, Jimin can’t help but drink down the rest of you. His gaze keeps spilling — over your bare chest, your soft stomach, down down down to the knees resting coquettishly against one another.

“How the fuck,” he sighs, turning his head back to his best friend, “Do you get anything done with this one around?”

Taehyung releases Jimin’s thumb with a pop. “That’s the thing…” Beaming, all sparkly and fond, he sighs, “I don’t.”

And when you laugh, your boyfriend’s cheeks go pink. He ducks his head sheepishly, like that sweet shyness will make either you or Jimin want to look anywhere else. He can't imagine doing so; he can't imagine that you get much done with Taehyung around, either. Now, Jimin has butterflies in his stomach all over again — twice as many as when he first barged into your apartment like an opportunistic bull in a china shop, twice as busy.

If he thinks too hard about it, he really might start tearing up. There’s the insane extent to which the two of you adore each other, and the fact that you’re letting him sit in the middle of that, even for a night.

It’s a lot.

It’s everything.

It’s got Jimin flustered to hell and back, and if he doesn’t get a fucking grip, he won’t be able to live up to expectations — his or yours.

Focus.

He fights through the shakiness in his voice, arching an eyebrow to feign authority he doesn’t actually feel he has. “Taehyungie?”

Maybe he should keep the cute nicknames to a minimum to achieve the desired effect.

“Taehyung,” Jimin amends with a little more confidence.

And if his friend doesn’t perk up at the attention…

Switching focus, he directs his next words to Taehyung while staring straight at you: “Show me how you fuck her.”

You shiver — he can feel it — and shift slightly in his lap. Your head tilts against his thigh so you can stare up at him fully; that dark glint in your eye makes his dick twitch next to you, which he’s sure you feel.

“Where do you want us?” You ask, voice low.

Well, shit. Where doesn’t he want you?

Jimin pauses, pinching his lower lip between his teeth as he tries to think through the logistics. So, maybe he hasn’t done this before — so what? He makes a game-time decision while skimming his fingertips down the soft slopes of your shoulders, humming, “Stay put, pretty."

Then, with a single finger pointed, he wordlessly directs Taehyung to get back between your legs where he belongs. Your boyfriend listens immediately, although he does it so excitedly that he nearly knocks himself off balance in skirting around your knees. Large hands settle over the tops of them when he reaches his position, giving you a gentle squeeze that says open wide.

As you do, you straighten your body out in front of Jimin’s so your back rests against his chest. “Like this?” You ask with a quick glance over your shoulder, just as eager to please as Taehyung.

“Cute,” Jimin chuckles before he can stop himself. He brushes a kiss onto your forehead to hide his smile, and you preen at the praise, nestling further into him. “Just like that. Give me all your weight, love. Don’t be shy.”

Taehyung finds his voice then. He pipes up, a little breathless, and his downright reverent tone makes Jimin’s stomach flutter. “What a perfect fucking view the two of you make.”

Jimin could say the same.

The chain of Taehyung's necklace dangles over your chest when he leans down to kiss you, quick and desperate like he’s starving for years. Jimin’s pulse sprints as he watches you lick into your lover’s mouth, fingers carding through his hair and tugging gently. And he almost pouts, despite how enraptured he is. Because his best friend knows him better than anyone else, he doesn’t have to say why.

Taehyung knows that Jimin’s just as hungry.

“Did you think I’d leave you out?” Taehyung whispers, breath fanning over Jimin’s lips.

Jimin doesn’t answer. He can’t. His lower lip is nipped between someone else’s teeth so suddenly that his Etch-a-Sketch brain is wiped clean; and the sting pulls an unexpected whimper out of him. Taehyung captures his kiss properly and swallows that breathy, little sound the moment it slips out, mouth curving into a smile against Jimin’s own.

You make sure your presence between them is known, even though there’s no way in hell they could’ve forgotten about you — hand dipping down to languidly stroke Jimin’s leaking dick behind you, marking up Taehyung’s chest with teasing nibbles and sucks.

You must give one of those a little extra oomph because Taehyung breaks his lip-lock to groan low and deep from the base of his lungs.

“Please.” Wide, wet eyes boring into Jimin’s, he pleads, “Can I fuck her now?”

The fact that Jimin is being asked for permission would normally go straight to his head, but his cock intercepts it, twitching in your palm.

You simper, like you know you’re saying what Jimin’s thinking out loud. “You better.”

He places his hands on Taehyung’s shoulders and gently pushes him away. The younger of the two leans back onto his heels, rests one hand on your hip to brace you against him, and wraps the other around his length. Once he lines himself up with your slit, he moves to slide home. Jimin stops him short.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts.

Two pairs of eyes flick up to his face, no doubt catching the smug look on it. Jimin lets both of you simmer in the anticipation for a moment. He loves your equal, undivided attention, and he wants to revel in it for as long as possible. He can’t wait for long, unfortunately; the only thing he likes more than the pair of you watching him is watching you.

“Spit on it first.”

Taehyung’s perfect, 4-D brain sees both interpretations of that directive, so he acts accordingly. He spits once on his cock, and while he works that saliva down his length, he spits onto the mess he’s already made of your pussy.

You squeak at the contact, shiver again in Jimin’s arms. The way he rubs his palms over your biceps only makes the goosebumps worse, Jimin notes. He likes it that way. He likes the way his friend is once again looking at him with pleading eyes, too; and he has to bite back a smile when he finally gives in. “Good boy. Go ahead.”

Just like that, the list of things that Jimin adores triples in length. He couldn’t order them if he tried, so equally fucked up over each discovery that he couldn’t possibly place one over another.

There's the muted sob you shake out when Taehyung stuffs you full and the blatant bulge in your abdomen when you’ve taken him to the hilt. Taehyung’s head tipping back — eyes closed and bottom lip trapped between his teeth — when the warmth of you spreads far enough to pink his cheeks. Your body moving against Jimin’s with each one of your boyfriend’s thrusts, working him up despite not taking him inside you, too.

Fuck.

Is the room spinning, or is he really about to cum like this?

Jimin decides to make you cum instead. He takes back one of the hands he’s been using to keep your thighs spread, and he presses the heel of it to your abdomen — right above your pubic bone — all but forcing your g-spot into Taehyung’s line of fire. There’s no delay to that gratification; you wail immediately, going tense all over as your whole body spasms.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” you sputter helplessly. “Oh, my god.”

Jimin can only imagine how Taehyung feels, fighting for his life while your cunt attempts to squeeze it out of him. He doesn’t stop, even though you’re babbling, and he doesn’t slow down. After a few moments slip away, he tears his rolled eyes off the ceiling, stares at Jimin with a rabid look in them, and announces, “She’s still cumming.”

Of course, Jimin believes Taehyung. That doesn’t quell the need to confirm for himself, with his own eyes.

And he does, gaze drifting down to where your boyfriend drills himself into you. It's even better than he imagined, finding you absolutely gushing around his cock, soaking your inner thighs, Taehyung’s balls, and the sheets blow.

And he’ll be goddamned if his own orgasm comes just by watching yours, which is apparently never-ending.

Fuck.

Taehyung, as usual, reads Jimin’s mind. He pats one of your trembling thighs affectionately, somehow managing to get your attention while you’re astral projecting between their bodies to somewhere far away. Just as confusingly, you muster the ability to be adorable at a time like this.

“Y-yes?” You peep, voice beyond wrecked.

Neither Jimin nor Taehyung can help it, it seems. In tandem, they both tilt their heads down to kiss you. One pair of lips presses to each of your temples, earning a pleased hum from you.

Taehyung responds to your question without any air in his lungs. “Want Jimin to feel you, too, baby. Is that okay?”

Your answer is the same as the last time, but the intention is completely different. Now, when you cry out in the affirmative, it’s not a question; it sounds a lot like begging. Goddamn.

It takes both Jimin and Taehyung to gently maneuver your fucked-out body. You’re so pliable, melting like wax into their arms as they shift positions. You only resume form when you wind up on your knees with your face mere centimeters from Taehyung’s cock.

Behind you, Jimin sheaths himself with a condom. He rolls his eyes as he flicks the package somewhere off to the side. “Of course you buy them flavored."

Taehyung looks shameless instead of shy for once, only responding to the tease with a grin and a shrug. You look over your shoulder at Jimin, pulling a face that makes him cackle. “The cherry one tastes like a cough drop —"

"Hey!" Taehyung interjects with an exaggerated look of offense.

"— one that got dropped," you smirk. "Right in the dirt.”

“I promise not to make you taste it.” Jimin punctuates his oath with a quick kiss to your spine that makes you purr. “Put your mouth on Taehyung instead, pretty.”

The only way that Jimin knows you’ve listened is the shuddered gasp Taehyung lets go. Jimin can’t see a damn thing for himself, so spellbound when he pushes into your cunt that his vision goes white at the edges. “Holy fuck,” he coughs.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck.

It’s the only word in his brain, and it ricochets around his otherwise empty skull, speeding up when you take his silence as a cue to clench around him.

Does Taehyung go semi-blind whenever he fucks you? Jimin figures he must because there’s no way in hell that a person could get used to a searing heat like yours. He’s a mess, not just physically; and the urge he feels again to cry isn’t solely based on how embarrassed he’d be if he came as quickly as his body wants to.

You both chose him.

Out of all the friends you have, Jimin is the one you wanted here with you — like this, sharing it all like it's no big deal.

He’s the one that knows firsthand how adoringly Taehyung looks at you when you have his dick down your throat, drool dribbling over your chin because there’s no room left for it in your mouth.

The one holding your hair out of your face, using your hand-wrapped ponytail to guide you back onto his own cock, whispering praise into your sweat-slicked back and watching how his compliments make you work harder to earn more of them.

Moaning himself when Taehyung’s release shoots down your waiting throat, when your kitten-licks ensure that the tip of his cock is spotless after the fact, when gratitude swoops down to kiss you stupid.

Jimin’s never felt closer to anyone, never loved his friends more than he does now.

Not for nothing, he’s also never felt an orgasm build so strongly that it tingles at the back of his skull before. “F-fuck,” he hiccups, although it sounds more like a cry. “I’m gonna cum. Shit. Feels so fucking good. Where do you want it?”

He begs himself — steels himself — to hold out long enough for your input. His pace slows so his stamina and resolve don’t give up at once. You’re throbbing around him, though, and feeling your fucking heartbeat like this doesn’t make this any easier on him.

Taehyung is the one who answers, knocking Jimin off-kilter with only three words:

“In my mouth.”

It was a team effort to get you and your sore limbs into the shower, but the three of you eventually managed. Taehyung had stayed with you, mostly because nobody felt confident that you’d stay upright; but also because Jimin hadn’t offered. Even considering the idea felt like imposing, and as far as Jimin figured, this was one of the few parts of the night that shouldn’t be shared.

So, after a quick piss and a thorough wash of his hands, he slipped out of the bathroom to find his clothes.

To try to find his clothes, that is.

“Jesus,” he mutters to himself, laughing under his breath.

What a fucking mess you’d all made — clothes, sheets, accessories. Like a bomb had gone off, your commingled assets had exploded everywhere. At this rate, he’d be lucky to find a single sock, let alone his favorite pair of jeans.

Figuring that stripping the bed might help, Jimin sets to work pulling the comforter and sheets off the bed, tossing them into a hamper he found near the door. When the fabric flutters, he hears a ring clatter down to the hardwood. It's one he doesn’t remember coming off in the first place, and that makes him chuckle, too.

After a while, his inventory includes two socks — one that’s his and one that isn’t — a belt, his sweater, and what he assumes is your scrunchie.

Were you even wearing one?

He’d been so busy with his scavenger hunt that he hadn’t noticed the water shutting off in the neighboring room. He doesn’t notice your presence in the doorway until you clear your throat.

“These have to be yours. Taehyung is tragically in his animal print era.”

Jimin pauses and stands upright, having been searching under the bed. His gaze lands on the black Calvins first, then it sweeps over your outstretched arm to the rest you. There’s a fluffy, grey towel wrapped around your freshly-washed body; and wrapped around your towel is Taehyung, smiling sleepily with his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Definitely mine,” Jimin sighs after a slight pause, nodding.

It would be anyone’s guess what he’s referring to — his underwear or the people holding it out to him — but there’s no room given for uncertainty because Taehyung says, “By the way, I’m calling the shots next time,” and Jimin is hit so hard with relief that his laugh explodes right out of him.

“We can workshop it.”

“Next time,” you repeat, like those words make you just as giddy.

Jimin nods firmly. “Next time.”

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