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Politico

Jungkook and you are staffers in the office of the Secretary of State. He's cut-throat, sneaky and goddamn it, everything you love about politics in one irresistible package. Ft Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin.

Pairing: Jungkook x F! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Political satire, smut

Word count: 9.1k

Warnings: Explicit sex, swearing, lying, weak political satire, sex tape

‘Shit fuck cuntbucket,’ hisses Min Yoongi, running a hand through his already dishevelled, wavy, thick, hair, calling your attention to it. Like his stunning face isn’t enough.

You level a glance at him. ‘What’s got your boxers in a twist, Yoongi?’

‘Kim Seokjin’s on his way in. Right now.’

Yoongi’s already tucking in his shirt that he put on just over 24 hours ago, running a hand through his hair again, straightening his tie.

You brush his hands off, they’re jittery from the gallons of straight black he’s consumed since this time yesterday anyway.

‘Holy shit, sound the bat signal, he’s here,’ you murmur, dropping your hands.

Kim Seokjin strides into your office, a vision of stylish perfection in bespoke Savile Row, hair beautifully coiffed.

Behind him, a man you’ve never seen before. Younger. Facial piercings and tattoos peeking out from his sleeve. Gorgeous.

‘Who’s the millennial biker?’ you ask, watching as both men head straight for the Secretary of State’s office.

‘I never have any interest in minions,’ Yoongi says, dismissive, already on his phone. ‘I’ve told Namjoon to straighten himself out, just in case.’

Namjoon is your boss, the Assistant Secretary of State, the youngest man ever to hold that position in 50 years.

You doubt Namjoon needs to be told to ‘straighten himself out’. He’s political catnip. As Yoongi keeps telling you, he’ll be President in 15 years.

‘Also I don’t wear boxers,’ Yoongi says, brewing himself another coffee he really doesn’t need.

You raise an eyebrow at him. ‘Have you been freeballing in front of the Secretary of State, Yoongi?’

Yoongi gulps his coffee and doesn’t answer.

‘Jesus we met the goddamn war widows committee this morning Yoongi,’ you say, mildly scandalised. ‘You irreverent fuck.’

You’re still marvelling over Yoongi’s nihilism when Namjoon emerges from his office.

‘I heard Kim Seokjin was here.’

‘I just texted you that,’ Yoongi mutters, not looking up from his phone.

Namjoon catches you gaping at him and nods like he’s satisfied.

‘I use your reactions to me as a barometer of how I look,’ he says.

You close your mouth.

‘You look very smart, Namjoon.’

Namjoon smooths back his hair, forearms flexing under his rolled-back shirtsleeves. The waistcoat he’s got on over his shirt shows off his trim waist, the broadness of his shoulders.

‘Incoming,’ Yoongi says, smirking at you.

You turn to see Kim Seokjin heading straight for you, his minion trailing a little behind him.

‘Mr Kim,’ says Namjoon politely. ‘What an honour.’

Kim Seokjin’s official title is aide to the president, but he’s much more than that. He’s the president’s enforcer, with the entire cabinet at his mercy.

He wields his power like he wields his beauty - sharp and deadly.

‘Choi is out. You’re Secretary of State,’ says Kim Seokjin, without preamble.

Namjoon takes this in his stride.

‘It would be my pleasure to serve the president,’ he says, without missing a beat.

You flick your eyes to the minion only to find he’s looking back at you.

He smiles at you, and with the silver ring threaded through his lower lip it shouldn’t look as sweet as it does.

The sincerity in his eyes makes you think he can’t have been working for Kim Seokjin long. He’s still got humanity in him instead of being a crusted over shell.

You’re smiling back when Yoongi clears his throat, loudly.

‘Stop eye fucking the minion,’ Yoongi says, not bothering to keep his voice down. He glances at you. ‘That applies to both of you.’

Thankfully, Kim Seokjin and Namjoon have gone into his office to talk details.

‘My name’s Jeon Jungkook,’ the minion says, stepping forward, holding out his hand.

‘Y/N L/N,’ you say, returning his handshake. His palms are smooth and dry.

‘This is Min Yoongi,’ you say. ‘He has social communication difficulties.’

Yoongi snorts, still typing furiously on his phone.

‘While you children are playing happy families, I’m putting out a press release about Namjoon’s promotion.’

Jungkook holds up his phone. ‘The president’s releasing a statement of congratulations.’

You unlock your phone. ‘I’ll get Namjoon an interview on the 6pm main news.’

When Namjoon and Kim Seokjin emerge, your new friend steps forward so quickly you get whiplash.

‘Mr Kim,’ he says, shaking his hand. ‘Jeon Jungkook. I’m with the president’s office, I’ve got ideas for your new youth policy if you’ve got the time?’

Kim Seokjin steps back, lips quirking at Jungkook’s boldness.

Namjoon takes in Jungkook’s lip ring, his tattoos and his pretty face, and nods. ‘Sure. I’m free now.’

Yoongi laughs to himself as he watches Namjoon and Jungkook go back into the office.

‘The minion has ambition,’ he says, looking at you.

You’re staring bitterly at Jungkook’s back as the office door closes.

‘Didn’t see that coming,’ you mutter.

‘He’s the most ruthless intern I’ve ever had,’ Kim Seokjin says.

You’d forgotten he was still there.

‘They call him the barracuda,’ Kim Seokjin says.

‘What do they call you?’ you ask, curious.

‘Oh me? I’m a great white. We eat barracudas,’ explains Kim Seokjin, smooth as silk. He gives you an angelic smile and walks out.

‘Why don’t we have aggressive animal nicknames?’ you grumble to Yoongi.

Yoongi barely misses a beat. ‘We do. Namjoon and I call you the possum.’

You glare at him. ‘Shut up.’

‘We even have a symbol for you in the groupchat,’ Yoongi goads.

You sweep in and steal the coffee out of his hand.

***

You’re waiting at the youth centre, for Namjoon to meet a group of teens as part of a focus group for his youth campaign.

‘Where’s Namjoon?’ you ask, sighing with relief when you see Yoongi. ‘These teens are getting restless.’

‘Yeah, you’re gonna need to find something to distract them for another hour. Namjoon got pulled into a cabinet meeting.’

‘Wait. Why me?’

‘Because you are a teen?’ Yoongi suggests, deadly serious.

‘Fuck you, Yoongi.’

‘Just take your top off,’ he suggests.

You step forward, ready to tear him off a piece of your mind, when a familiar voice says, ‘I can take them through a warm up.’

Both you and Yoongi turn to gape at Jeon Jungkook.

‘Why are you even getting involved with this?’ you ask, huffing in annoyance. ‘Also why are you here?’

‘Namjoon wanted me to be involved in this campaign,’ says Jungkook, smoothly.

Both you and Yoongi watch as Jungkook slips his suit jacket off and rolls up his sleeves.

The tattoos you’ve noticed on his right hand carry on up his forearm. His very muscular, veiny forearm.

He laughs softly, and you realise he’s watching you stare at him.

‘I’d love to show you where my tattoos go up to, but we have a gymful of teenagers to entertain, so close your mouth and let’s do it,’ he says, so cocky your right hand itches to slap him.

Yoongi snorts. ‘Have fun, kids. I have a journalist to distract.’ He’s off, walking in the opposite direction down the school corridor, before you have a chance to reply.

When you turn back to Jungkook, he’s pulled his long-ish hair into a man bun.

Shit why is he so fine?

You remind yourself he’s not called the barracuda for nothing.

‘Come on, let’s go,’ you say, feigning impatience.

He laughs softly again and follows you to the gym.

There’s a silence as Jungkook arrives at the gym, as the teenagers clock how pretty he is.

‘I’m going to show you how to do some basic self-defense until the Secretary of State gets here,’ he says, clear, authoritative, to the group.

‘Y/N here is going to be my assistant.’

Your eyes fly to his. ‘Jungkook I really don’t think —’

He ignores you. ‘So if you’re walking along, and someone tries to grab you from behind —’

He stops, stepping close. ‘I’m going to put my arms around you,�� he says, quietly so only you can hear. ‘Is this ok? If not, just say.’

‘As long as you don’t mind me kneeing you in the balls,’ you reply sweetly.

Jungkook laughs. Then his arms close around you, one around your neck, the other across your breasts and upper arms.

In an instant you’ve turned in his arms and angled your shoulder into his chest and your hip into his, hard, in a throw you perfected doing judo growing up.

Jungkook lands on the floor with a grunt, and stares up at you, wide-eyed and winded.

‘Does anyone else want to learn this throw?’ you ask. ‘I’m sure Jungkook won’t mind being thrown.’

The entire class looks at Jungkook, then, tentatively, a girl with space balls in her hair steps up. ‘I’d like to learn.’

‘Perfect,’ you purr. ‘Come on up. Jungkook, ready for another one?’

By the time Namjoon arrives, most of the group have had a go at throwing Jungkook. His man-bun’s long escaped from the tiny hair-tie he put it in, his shirt’s lost at least one button if not three, and he’s gleaming with sweat.

His expression as he looks at you is murderous, but that doesn’t change the fact that he looks beautiful when he’s sweaty.

Namjoon and Yoongi eye both of you warily.

‘Mr Secretary,’ you say, smoothing your hair back. ‘Jungkook and I were teaching these guys some judo whilst we waited.’

‘A useful skill,’ Namjoon says. There’s a hint of a smile on his face, a flash of dimple as he asks, ‘did you mention to Jungkook that you were once the state judo champion?’

‘Jungkook knows now,’ Jungkook says, rueful.

Yoongi says, ‘why don’t you guys get going to the next venue? We’ll be right behind you.’

Once you’re outside the school you hand Jungkook his suit jacket.

‘We’re going back downtown,’ you tell him. ‘It’s a meeting with Han Minseok from the press society.’

‘Thanks,’ Jungkook says. He shrugs his jacket back on, and you both look at the expanse of his chest bared by all the buttons he’s lost.

‘I’ve got a spare shirt,’ he says. ‘I’ll change on the way.’

Jungkook climbs into the car after you.

‘What’s Han Minseok’s angle?’ he asks, casual.

‘Well everyone knows he’s trying to push through the tender for redeveloping Samo Hills,’ you say, carelessly. You’re not telling him anything that isn’t common knowledge.

You turn to Jungkook, and stop dead.

His shirt’s off, he’s unbuckling his belt.

You turn back to the window, trying to get his washboard stomach and muscular shoulders out of your mind.

‘It’s fine, you can look,’ he offers.

You can hear the smirk in his voice.

‘But what’s his angle, why is Namjoon even giving him the time of day?’ muses Jungkook.

‘He isn’t really, in fact after this meeting I’m going to suggest to Namjoon that he doesn’t meet him again,’ you say. ‘Are you done changing?’

‘I’m decent,’ Jungkook replies. You can hear him rebuckling his belt.

You turn back warily and turn away again.

‘You’re not decent!’ you squeak.

‘It’s only a bit of nipple. You can show me yours if you want,’ Jungkook replies.

He sounds amused. This fucking guy.

You stare pointedly out the window the rest of the way.

By the time Namjoon and Yoongi arrive, you’ve read every single notice on the posterboard outside the press society meeting room, have answered all your emails and are drafting Namjoon’s speech for the media address tomorrow.

Jungkook’s mainly been taking selfies of himself, as far as you know.

He spots Namjoon and Yoongi before you do, getting up to greet them. ‘I think there are quite limited returns to meeting Han Minseok,’ he says to Namjoon. ‘I think it would be prudent to not schedule any further meetings.’

The bastard stole your suggestion!

Even worse, Namjoon’s nodding agreement. ‘I thought the same on the way over,’ he says, low voice thoughtful.

Jungkook blinks at you after Namjoon and Yoongi go in, feigning innocence.

‘That’s for getting all the teenagers of this community to throw me onto the floor for an hour,’ he says, smug.

You burn with the fiery rage of a thousand suns, but you do your best to wipe your face of all expression.

‘Oh Jungkook,’ you say, voice dripping with honey. ‘Is that all you got?’

He stares at you, a slow smile spreading across his face.

Oh it’s on.

***

After the success of Namjoon’s youth campaign, Jungkook was hired to be on Namjoon’s permanent staff.

You’ve grown used to seeing him opposite your desk every fucking day, but so far you haven’t butted heads again.

You’re sitting across from him at a meeting, trying not to stare at the way his sky blue shirt strains across his chest and shoulders, when Namjoon clears his throat.

‘The clean energy bill’s causing a bit of a stir. We need Ramona Lee to sign off on the panel for the water amendment,’ Yoongi says.

‘We know Ramona Lee is oil, right?’ Jungkook asks, raising his brows in confusion.

‘Thanks Captain Obvious,’ you say.

‘I’m more of a Captain Korea.’

‘Captain Crunch?’ you suggest.

Yoongi snickers but hides it in an exaggerated clearing of his throat.

‘We’ve got to find something she wants,’ Namjoon says. ‘Come back to me with solutions before panel tomorrow.’

You file out of his office.

‘Should I order something in? We’re gonna be here all night,’ Jungkook says, over your shoulder.

‘I have a date,’ you reply, briskly.

‘Wow. Is it a cousin?’

‘Ha.Ha. Ha,’ you say, sourly.

‘Text me so I know where to send the police if you go missing,’ Yoongi says, already heading out the door.

‘It’s like he cares,’ marvels Jungkook.

‘He just wants to know in advance before he calls my replacement in,’ you say, absently, as you straighten your dress.

‘See ya tomorrow, JK.’

***

You swipe your badge on the door and blink blearily as the green light flashes.

The office is dark, but you spend so much time here you don’t need to see to make it to your desk.

You’re fumbling with the light on your phone when you sense movement out of the corner of your eye.

‘Jesus fucking Jungkook!’ you yelp.

‘I’ve been told I make women see God,’ Jungkook agrees. He pats his hand on his desk, turning his lamp on.

You stare at each other in the pale light.

‘What are you doing sitting here in the dark?’ you ask.

He yawns. ‘I fell asleep trying to solve the Ramona Lee problem. I thought you had a date?’

‘He was a douche. Remind me to never date anyone who works for finance ever again,’ you reply.

There’s a pause.

‘You must be pretty good at dealing with douchebags,’ Jungkook observes. He smiles at you. ‘You deal with me pretty well.’

‘You’re level zero douche,’ you tell him.

He laughs. ‘Level zero?’

‘Yoongi trained me. He’s mastered the douchebag game. Killed the big boss. Conquered all the levels, even the bonus ones.’

You smile. ‘He’s a sperm whale.’

Jungkook laughs. ‘Are you drunk?’

‘He’s not scared of a barracuda. Or a great white.’

You pluck your apartment keys off your desk. ‘See you tomorrow JK.’

‘Wait. Let me give you a lift,’ Jungkook says.

You look at him suspiciously. ‘Why?’

‘Because you’re tipsy,’ Jungkook says, holding out his arm.

You frown at it for so long he laughs. ‘Because you’re cute and because I’m only a level zero douche.’

‘If you give me a lift you’ll fall even further down the douche scale,’ you say, worried.

‘I can stare at your tits the whole way if you want,’ Jungkook offers.

‘There you are,’ you say, affectionate. ‘Sure, give me a lift in your chariot, douchebag.’

Jungkook’s car is flashy, kind of how he looks but with wheels on.

He turns on the underseat heating and sets the gps to your address.

You stare out the window as he drives.

‘She has a son around our age,’ you say, thoughtfully, as the car glides though the darkened streets.

Jungkook puts some music on, soft, unobtrusive. ‘Yeah?’

‘Edison Lee,’ you muse. ‘He played football in college.’

‘I know an Edison Lee,’ Jungkook says, frowning a little. ‘We played football together for a bit.’

You sit up. ‘Got a picture?’

Jungkook tosses you his unlocked phone and you scroll through his contacts to find Edison Lee.

‘Jesus fucking Jungkook,’ you breathe. ‘That’s him. Are you on good terms? Can you call him?’

‘Yeah. We dated the same girls a few times.’

‘Jesus fucking Jungkook. Those are nice tits,’ you say, as a message flashes on his screen.

‘Stop swearing my name,’ Jungkook complains, grabbing his phone back.

‘Looks like Hyejin wants to meet up,’ you observe, dryly. ‘Do you have to send her a dick pic to reciprocate?’

Jungkook looks offended. ‘I don’t send dick pics, what do you think I am?’

He parks up outside your apartment building.

‘Call him,’ you say. ‘Get him to speak to his mom. That’s our in.’

Jungkook’s already dialling.

***

You wake up the next morning to a pounding headache, a mouth that feels cottony and a duvet over your head.

You shove the duvet off and fear chills your bones when you see how light it is outside.

You bolt upright, trying to think.

You’re searching for your phone when Jungkook walks in, fully dressed, fresh as a daisy.

You stare at him, then both your gazes fall to the torn condom wrapper on the floor at his feet.

You close your eyes. ‘Joseph Mary and little baby Jungkook. Please tell me this isn’t happening right now.’

You think furiously. What’s the last thing you remember?

You massage your temples.

There’s a weight on the bed, a cool glass of water pressed into your hand.

‘As much as I like to see you spiral, I think I need to do some damage control.’

You open your eyes to Jungkook’s very pretty face.

‘One, we didn’t fuck.’

‘Two, Edison’s gonna convince his mom to sign off on the environmental protection amendment before the panel.’

‘Three and arguably most importantly, I didn’t know you had a tattoo.’

You suck in a breath, and Jungkook gets up. He tosses your fully charged phone onto the bed next to you.

‘If you want a ride into work you’ve got fifteen minutes to get ready.’

You let out the breath you were holding, slow, and look him straight in the eye.

‘You have three seconds to get out of my apartment before I castrate you,’ you vow.

Jungkook just laughs. ‘A dolphin, huh? I didn’t think you were the type —-‘

You’re still fumbling around your bed for something to throw at him when he smirks at you and strolls out of your bedroom.

Your phone rings as you’re on your way in. Jungkook had waited for you despite saying he wasn’t going to.

You cast a sidelong glance at Jungkook as you answer.

‘Yoongi,’ you say politely.

‘I don’t know how you kids managed it, but Ramona Lee’s signing off on the EPA as we speak,’ Yoongi tells you in his dry, deep voice.

‘Turns out Jungkook used to play football with her son,’ you say.

‘Ah, so it was the barracuda who did it,’ Yoongi says.

‘It was my idea. Also I was the one who put the two together,’ you tell Yoongi.

‘Where the hell are you? Jungkook’s late too. I had to speak to a magazine editor this morning and frankly, that’s below my pay grade.’

‘We’re on the way in,’ you say, before realising your mistake.

Yoongi starts to say something, then cuts himself off. ‘Just. I don’t want to see any fucking hickeys, ok? Jungkook seems like the kind of guy who’s into that shit.’

Jungkook’s looking at you enquiringly, and you gulp back the response you wanted to give, instead settling for a ‘yes, Yoongi.’

‘We work for the fucking highest department for this despotic and corrupt clusterfuck of a government, Y/N, we have a reputation to uphold,’ Yoongi warns.

‘How many coffees have you had already?‘ you ask, sliding out of the car as Jungkook parks up.

Yoongi hangs up on you unceremoniously.

***

You’re editing a press release on the environment protection amendment when a shadow falls across your desk.

Yoongi taps your laptop screen. ‘Checked your emails lately?’

You look up at him. ‘Could you one day just tell me what you’re gonna say without the passive agressive overlay of also telling me I’m inadequate?’

Yoongi laughs. ‘Fair. We’re —-‘

He breaks off as Jungkook comes up to both of you.

‘There’s a problem with a few local councils on the clean energy bill,’ Jungkook says. He brings up a screen on his phone. ‘Should I call my friend in treasury?’

‘Don’t fucking call treasury,’ you and Yoongi say at the same time.

Jungkook blinks. ‘Wow. Did you rehearse that?’

‘Treasury live to make other peoples’ lives as miserable as theirs,’ Yoongi explains. ‘Any two bit just out of college embryo who works for this staff knows that.’

He grabs Jungkook and leads him away.

You consider hoping Jungkook’s had lunch because once Yoongi goes off on one of his rants he can talk for literal hours. Then you decide you don’t care about Jungkook’s empty stomach. And now you’re thinking about his abs.

And the mystery of the condom wrapper on your floor. You hadn’t found a condom, used or otherwise.

You go back to your press release and are distracted again, this time by a smart-looking older couple.

‘Excuse me,’ says the woman. ‘We’re looking for Jeon Jungkook’s desk, we were told he works in this office?’

You stand. ‘Yes of course, I’ll text Jungkook and let him know he has visitors.’

‘We’re his parents, we were hoping to take him to lunch,’ Mrs Jeon tells you, rather sweetly.

‘Sounds lovely,’ you reply politely, smiling.

Her gaze falls to your desk, the manila folder with your name on because the department for social affairs insists on hardcopies instead of moving into the 21st century.

Her expression changes. She beams at you, and in that moment you see where Jungkook gets his prettiness from.

‘Are you Y/N?’

‘Yes,’ you say.

‘It’s a pleasure to meet you,’ says the smartly dressed man, stepping forward to shake your hand.

‘Jungkook’s told us all about you, how you’ve started to date,’ Mrs Jeon says.

You choke on air.

‘What?’ you ask.

‘Don’t be embarrassed. We’re very happy he’s got someone to confide in who understands his job,’ Mrs Jeon says.

You look around wildly and spot Jungkook coming back in the door.

His expression when he sees you standing with his parents tells you all you need to know.

***

‘You told your parents you were dating me?’ you ask Jungkook, incredulous.

‘They wouldn’t get off my back about settling down!’ Jungkook protests, like it’s your problem too.

‘So you made up a relationship? With me?’

‘I was trying to be vague on the details,’ Jungkook mutters. ‘It took me by surprise when my mom asked what my girlfriend’s name was.’

You blink at him.

‘We work together every day! You’re the top contact on my phone! It seemed like a good idea at the time,’ Jungkook says. He almost sounds reasonable.

‘And now they’re expecting us both at dinner tonight?’

‘You don’t have to go,’ Jungkook says. ‘Look, I’m sorry I pulled you into this.’

He smiles at you. ‘Thanks for not blowing my cover when you met them earlier.’

‘They seem nice,’ you say, truthfully.

‘I’ll just tell them you had to work late,’ Jungkook says.

You look at his face, backlit in the light of his phone, and sigh.

‘Where are we going for dinner?’

***

Jungkook looks good in casual clothes, you think to yourself, as he pulls up outside your building.

He’s in a soft looking jacket over a loose tee, his hair falling around his face instead of styled back like it is for work.

You slide into his car, and he turns to you.

‘You look very pretty. And I mean that in a non douchey way,’ he says.

You can feel your skin warming at the frank admiration in his eyes.

‘Thanks, you look nice too, Jungkook.’

He smiles at you and prepares to pull out onto the road.

‘We’re going to this restaurant my family likes,’ he tells you. ‘They do great seafood, is that ok?’

‘I like seafood,’ you reply.

‘Also.’

Jungkook reaches in the back and presents you with a small bunch of flowers.

‘These are for you to say thanks.’

You search his gaze.

‘They’re lovely. Thank you.’

He nods and goes back to concentrating on driving.

Mr and Mrs Jeon are big fans of seafood, and by the time the main course is served, big fans of you.

You’re talking to Mr Jeon about fishing when he asks, ‘did you ever go with your parents?’

‘I went with my dad, before he died,’ you reply. ‘He had his own boat and everything.’

‘Ah I’m sorry,’ Mrs Jeon says, putting her hand on yours.

‘It’s ok. He died a long time ago,’ you tell her.

You look at Jungkook in surprise when he puts his hand on your back.

Is he trying to comfort you or stab you in the kidneys?

You give him the tiniest frown and he chuckles.

‘Should we get dessert?’ Mrs Jeon suggests.

***

Jungkook drops you off at your apartment after dinner.

‘Thanks for dinner,’ you tell him. ‘Your parents are very nice. How did you turn out like this?’

He smiles, lip ring flashing in the slanted beam of light from the streetlamp just above.

‘Hey, I really appreciate you doing this for me,’ he tells you.

‘Not a problem, I had a great time,’ you say, unbuckling your belt, hand on the door handle.

‘I just appreciate it a lot. There’s not a lot of people you can trust in our jobs,’ Jungkook says.

He says, ‘just. Wait a sec.’

He fishes out his phone, teeth in his bottom lip as he scrolls quickly.

A moment later your phone pings.

‘I already have your number,’ you say, jokingly.

He looks a little nervous now.

‘Just. To show you how grateful I am.’

You open up your message thread with him and look quizzically at the video.

‘Jungkook?’

‘You can watch it here, with me.’

‘This better not be a sex tape,’ you say, rolling your eyes.

‘It’s a sex tape,’ Jungkook confesses. ‘But not just any sex tape.’

You stare at him.

‘Just watch it, you’ll understand.’

You hit play and turn up the volume to be greeted by a grainy video of Jungkook and a female figure.

It’s dark, you wouldn’t be able to make out it was him if you couldn’t see the distinctive pattern of his arm tattoos. You can’t make out any of her features.

There’s heavy breathing, some giggling, as they kiss and cuddle, some murmured words you can’t quite catch.

Then, Jungkook sits up abruptly. ‘But we are privileged,’ he says, in the irritated tone of voice you know so well.

You glance at Jungkook and shake your head

‘We’ve worked hard to get where we are,’ the woman replies, trying to pull him back down.

‘Yes, we did but that doesn’t deny our fundamental privilege,’ he insists.

There’s quiet for a moment, then the sound of kissing and gasping breathing starts up again.

‘Is this your USP?’ you ask laconically. ‘Sex and politics?’

Jungkook rolls his eyes. ‘Just keep watching.’

You almost laugh as video Jungkook rears up again.

‘It’s the fucking capitalist society we live in,’ he protests.

You can’t believe your ears. ‘Wow. Really JK? You don’t quit even when you’re balls deep?’

There’s the sound of a slap, and you see video Jungkook’s face snap to one side.

‘Ooh,’ purrs the woman in the video. ‘You liked that huh? Your big fucking dick just got so fucking hard.’

‘I didn’t ask her to say that,’ Jungkook tells you, unable to hide the smugness in his voice.

You drop your phone in your lap.

‘Wow. I do you a favour and in return I get —-‘

‘A preview of my stroke game?’ Jungkook suggests.

‘A fucking socialist sex tape,’ you counter.

Jungkook cringes. ‘It’s my thank you. If you ever showed that to anyone my political career would tank.’

‘I think you’re overestimating how much impact a sex tape of you spouting anti-capitalist views would have,’ you say, dryly. ‘But I appreciate the gesture.’

You’re about to get out of the car when you remember something else.

‘Hey, I did have a question though.’

Jungkook waits, hands still off the steering wheel.

‘Where’s the condom?’ you ask.

Jungkook’s eyes are wide, innocent.

‘What condom?’

‘The condom that was in the wrapper I found on my floor,’ you say, patient. ‘You said we didn’t fuck. So where’s the condom?’

‘I’d stretched it,’ Jungkook says, tight-lipped.

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean it was already on my dick —-‘

‘We got that far?’ you ask, surprised.

‘Yeah I’m sorry. We were both pretty drunk after we went to meet Edison, and you started kissing me, and then you felt up my tits and then —-‘

‘Then what?’

‘Then I realised how much more drunk you were than I thought,’ he finishes.

He looks at you. ‘I’m sorry. I stopped the instant I realised, I promise.’

‘So where is the condom?’ you prompt.

He laughs, running a hand over his face. ‘I tossed it in your neighbour’s geraniums. The ones he has on his balcony.’

‘Fuck. Jungkook!’

‘There wasn’t any cum in it!’ he protests. ‘Although it was close, the way you kept touching me.’

You lean back against the seat. ‘Wow.’

‘Yeah.’

He smiles. ‘So now you know everything.’

‘Well I mainly know that you cockblock yourself,’ you tease.

He laughs. ‘Hey don’t forget your flowers.’

You accept the bouquet he reaches into the back to hand to you.

‘Hey, Jungkook.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Wanna make a sex tape?’

***

Jungkook’s clothes are soft, but his body underneath is all hard planes, flattening the curves of you.

He laps at the skin of your neck, grazes it with his teeth.

God he’s so warm and he smells so good.

He pauses in the middle of kissing a spot near your ear.

‘Are you sniffing me?’ he asks, amused.

‘No. Yeah. Shit you smell good.’

‘You just made my dick jump. Damn, your voice.’

You slip your arms around his neck, pulling him close. He comes willingly, nuzzling your neck, seeking your lips.

He’s good at this, you think distantly to yourself, pleasure melting through you as you kiss.

He slips a hand over the fabric of your dress, rucked up around your thighs.

His hand slides over your bare thigh, then he stops, leaning his forehead against yours.

He takes a shuddering breath.

‘Can I touch you?’ he asks.

You pause with your hand palming his cock. ‘Shit. Sorry. Yeah. Can I touch you?’

He nods. ‘Please don’t stop.’

You help him hike your skirt up, baring your panties.

He tugs your panties off, giving your ass a squeeze as he does.

Your yelp makes him smile.

‘You make so many noises,’ he observes.

You stop in the middle of uncovering his dick. You’re so close, you’ve got it down to his thin boxer briefs.

‘You can shut me up if you like,’ you say, suggestive, stroking over his cock.

Jungkook laughs darkly as he tugs his boxer briefs down for you, freeing his cock.

‘It’s fucking cute,’ he tells you. His fingers slip between your legs, thumb going confidently to your clit. He strokes over your clit, moves his hand. His fingers slide into your cunt, and he groans at the feel and sound of you.

‘Wet,’ he grunts.

Your fist is tight around his cock, his pre cum slickening the glide. You run your thumb over his slit, and to your pleasure he groans again, spurting a little more onto your hand.

His hand leaves your cunt, comes back with a condom. ‘Can you put it on me?’

‘Have we done this before?’ you ask, jokingly.

His grin is lazy, devastatingly gorgeous.

‘Don’t worry, baby, you’ll remember this time.’

He grinds his cock into your hand. ‘I’ll make sure of it,’ he promises.

His cock’s hard and full enough that you’ve got high hopes.

He nudges it into your hand again. ‘Ready, baby?’ His thumb finds your clit, and he leans forward a little to kiss you. ‘Your little clit’s all swollen for me.’

You unroll the condom onto his length, and he bucks it into your hand again for good measure.

He slaps your thigh. ‘Spread.’

He sinks into you with a groan deep in his chest, the stretch of his hardness exquisite.

He nudges your clit with every stroke, encouraging you to ‘just take it, baby, you’re good at it.’

You’d be infuriated if he wasn’t making you feel so good.

As it is, you’re wet, slick for him, and two tiny steps from cumming on his cock.

He knows, the asshole.

Jungkook uses your body like he knows exactly what you like. The sweat he’s worked up gleams on his bared throat, exposed as he arches his head back, finding traction on the mattress to fuck you deep into it.

‘Jungkook!’ you cry, breathless.

‘Yeah. That’s who’s fucking you like this,’ he agrees.

He reaches down, runs a finger over your rim. He presses, teasing, eyes sparkling as you moan and dig your heel into his back.

‘Like that?’ he asks. ‘Shit, I knew you would, dirty girl.’

‘Jeon,’ you say, in as stern a voice as you can muster when you’re within reach of the biggest orgasm you’ve had lately.

‘Yeah. Hurry up, baby, I’m gonna cum and I don’t think I can wait for you.’

He speeds up, fucking you hard, fast.

You cry out, and he pushes a finger into your ass. ‘Gonna fill all of you,’ he grunts.

You want to protest but you’re cumming all over his cock, so hard you can’t even see him for a few blinding seconds.

Jungkook pulls out, voice breathy, desperate. ‘Can I cum?’

‘Yeah.’

You can hear him ripping off the condom.

‘Where can I cum?’ he asks, voice slurred in his hurry.

‘Anywhere,’ you mumble, floating in a haze of pleasure.

Half a second later you feel a hot spurt of cum across your cheek.

Jungkook groans, loud, fist working over his flushed cock as he cums all over your face.

You want to tell him he’s an asshole but he’s kissing the cum off your lips, pulling you to him, and you don’t quite manage it.

***

Jungkook’s got your skirt hiked up over your ass, slapping it leisurely as he fucks you over your kitchen counter.

He pulls out and drops to his knees, pressing his face into your ass, licking up your slit.

‘Jungkook!’ you moan.

He snickers into your cunt and laps again, tongue firm against your folds.

‘I think you can cum like this,’ he taunts, ‘but I think you need my cock more.’

‘God, Jungkook, just fuck me,’ you complain.

‘You’re not as adversarial in the bedroom as you are in real life,’ he remarks.

You turn around and glare at him.

‘You want angry sex, Jungkook?’

He’s got his cock in his hand, angled like he’s about to try and enter you again.

‘How bout we table this for after work.’

Jungkook stares at you, aghast.

‘Don’t be like that, baby, I’m just teasing you.’

You’re still wet, cunt throbbing, but you shrug, nonchalant. ‘Or maybe not. I have another date.’

Jungkook looks thunderous. ‘What?’

You shrug again, refusing to let your eyes drop to his pretty cock.

If there’s one thing you know above anything else, it’s how competitive Jungkook is.

You’ve been competing with him for the past few months, after all.

You reach down to tug your panties back up, and a second later Jungkook’s hands have grabbed your hips, spinning you around so fast you’re dizzy.

He flicks up your skirt and enters you in the same movement.

You can feel how hard he is, pressed against your walls, and you moan.

He pulls you tight to him, arm around your torso, dick pulsing hotly inside you.

‘Are you challenging me?’ he asks, voice velvety against your ear.

You moan again in response, and he bucks his hips against your ass, hard.

His free hand slides between your legs, fingers splitting into a ‘v’ over where you’re joined, palm against your clit.

‘I’m gonna make you cum in less than ten seconds,’ he tells you.

He pinches your nipple with the arm around your torso.

‘Count for me, baby.’

His fingers work you over as he slams his cock into you again and again.

You lose track counting down to six, and he pinches your nipple again.

‘Come on,’ he goads.

‘Jungkook,’ you moan. You look down at his hand over your cunt, his other forearm pressed hard against your tits, curved flesh spilling over, and count down the rest of the way.

He gets you to cum before you get to two, damn him.

Then he spanks your ass, hard, and cums all over it for good measure.

You can’t say you didn’t enjoy it.

***

You’re on the phone to a journalist from the Herald when you sense a commotion from the main annexe.

You look up as Kim Seokjin sweeps into the room, this time flanked by two staffers.

You grab your phone to text Yoongi and realise he’s already next to Seokjin, along with Namjoon.

You reach them just in time to hear Kim Seokjin say, ‘the President favours you as his deputy.’

Namjoon nods like he hadn’t expected any less.

‘They’ll announce the resignation today,’ Kim Seokjin says. He sighs. ‘Fucking vice presidents these days - less longevity than a goddamn head of lettuce, and less personality too.’

Whilst you’re all formulating appropriate responses to that, the staffer next to him nods at you, all slicked back hair and glass skin. His ID badge says ‘Park Jimin.’

You’re nodding back when Jungkook steps between you.

Kim Seokjin’s gaze falls on you, Jungkook and Jimin. He raises an eyebrow, murmuring something about ‘the possessiveness of children’ as he turns and exits your office as quickly as he entered it.

Yoongi turns to Namjoon. ‘Congratulations, Joon, looks like you’re in.’

Namjoon tilts his head. ‘I’ll believe it when I see it.’

‘You’re the most viable candidate for vice president,’ Yoongi says, matter of fact.

‘Seonghoon’s a buffoon and Kijung —- well,’ Yoongi breaks off, and he and Namjoon nod.

They do this a lot, half sentences and loaded pauses. You think it’s a side effect of having worked together their entire lives.

You’re still thinking about it when Yoongi says, ‘put your alpha pheromones away, Jeon, we’re not in a young adult romance novel.’

He turns to you, and you brace, but all he says is, ‘I’m gonna need a rundown of all of Namjoon’s current causes and how they’ll fit into his vice-presidency campaign.’

‘Sure. Jungkook and I will get right on it,’ you say, quickly.

Yoongi nods. ‘We’re in the big leagues now, grasshopper.’

‘Wow. Bastardising a Karate Kid quote. That’s a new low, even for you,’ you observe.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, but his lips curl slightly. ‘Get out of my sight, don’t come back until you have quality.’

***

‘Fuck,’ Jungkook breathes.

You bolt upright. ‘What? Now?’

Jungkook looks as tired as you feel. Work’s ramped up since Namjoon was announced as a candidate for the vice presidency.

You can’t remember the last time you slept in a bed, let alone fucked in one.

Although there was that little encounter with Jungkook in the unused office yesterday.

Jungkook turns his screen to face you, and you both sigh as the faulty cable to his monitor fizzes out again.

‘I thought you had that replaced,’ you complain.

‘Yeah, me too,’ Jungkook replies. He slaps the flat of his hand against the screen and it comes back to life.

‘You can always come sit on my lap and we can watch it together,’ he suggests.

Tiredly, you shuffle over and plant your ass in his lap as you wait for the video to load.

‘Mmmm,’ murmurs Jungkook into the back of your neck.

‘Don’t fall asleep again,’ you warn.

‘But you’re comfy,’ he says, muffled.

As the video loads, you read the rest of the blurb. ‘An expose on the future VP? What’s your source?’

‘I used to fuck someone at the Herald,’ he mumbles into your neck.

‘Date?’

‘No, fuck,’ he clarifies.

‘Like we’re fucking?’ you ask lightly.

‘No, we’re dating,’ he says, drowsy, whiny. ‘You’ve met my parents and everything.’

You’re thinking about his words when the video finally loads.

Oh fuck.

Behind you, Jungkook’s sitting up, awakened by the throbbing beat, by the laser lighting, by the low rhythmic growl of a man spitting out a verse.

Your boss, current Secretary of State and Vice Presidential candidate Kim Namjoon.

‘This is ok,’ you say, trying to convince yourself.

I’mma beat that pussy like you never ever felt before.

‘Fuck. I’m calling Yoongi.’

***

‘This better be good,’ Yoongi says, terse. ‘I woke up Holly on the way in.’

‘Ah sorry how’s Holly? Kiss her for me,’ you say.

At Jungkook’s confused look you explain, ‘Holly’s his dog.’

‘Holly’s my life,’ corrects Yoongi.

‘I didn’t know you were capable of caring for another,’ Jungkook says, in an attempt at humour.

‘Let’s put it like this, junior. If you and Holly were in a fire and I could save both of you I’d save Holly twice.’

Yoongi pauses, meaningfully.

‘And then pay the fire department to let you keep burning.’

You wince.

Jungkook pouts.

You say, grimly, ‘anyhow, Jungkook’s source sent us this. It’s going out with the news first thing.’

Yoongi watches, straight-faced, as the video plays.

‘Can we squash this?’ he asks.

‘Negative.’

Yoongi runs a hand over his face.

‘Damn. That’s a banging tune but the lyrics aren’t gonna play well. And that’s not even the most scandalous of his songs.’

‘Fuck, there’s more than one?’

Yoongi picks up his phone. ‘I’m calling Namjoon. Both of you, start drafting a reaction to this.’

‘It’s 2am!’ protests Jungkook.

Yoongi doesn’t even dignify him with a response.

***

A muscle in Namjoon’s jaw ticks as he watches the footage.

‘You’ll get totally drenched, so bring another pair of panties’

‘Bitch I’m your man, 10 out of 10’

‘Good flows,’ mutters Yoongi.

Namjoon shakes his head. ‘Fuck. They’re tearing apart my lyrics, calling me a misogynist.’

‘They’re also calling you on cultural appropriation,’ you say, quietly.

Namjoon sighs. ‘I’ve moved on since Rap Monster.’

You don’t doubt it.

You’re scrolling through the comments on the news clip.

‘Hey, check this out, it’s not all negative reactions,’ you say.

Jungkook frowns over the screen.

Yoongi reads, ‘I have three holes and two hands and they’re all ready for Kim Namjoon’s dick.’

‘Thirst tweets don’t count,’ Namjoon says.

You’re sitting up. ‘Don’t they?’

‘He can choke me with those arms,’ you read.

You all look at Namjoon’s biceps, flexed with his elbows on the desk.

‘You still have that magazine editor in your contacts?’ Yoongi asks.

‘Even better,’ you reply. ‘One of my exes works at Esquire.’

***

The issue of Esquire with ex-college rapper, lyrical genius (their words) and certified thottie vice presidential candidate Kim Namjoon sells out within 12 hours.

The Esquire site registers a spike in hits exceeding their top-selling January bumper issue.

The phone won’t stop ringing, emails are pouring into your inbox and Kim Seokjin’s already visited you once today and it’s only 9am.

Yoongi strolls in and looks, disgusted, at you and Jungkook sprawled over your desks.

‘Jesus fuck, when’s the last time either of you had a shower?’

‘With water? Or with baby wipes?’ you ask blearily.

‘I just keep layering deodorant on,’ says Jungkook.

Yoongi runs a hand through his beautifully fluffy, clean-looking hair.

‘Go home. I’ll man the fort. Don’t forget the Christmas party tomorrow.’

You say, concerned, ‘I don’t know if my key still works. I haven’t been home in a while.’

Jungkook pulls you into his arms. ‘Come on we can go to mine. If my car’s still here that is, I can’t remember the last time it left the car park.’

Yoongi shakes his head.

***

It’s the evening of the office Christmas party.

Your door buzzes and you press the button to let Jungkook in.

When you open your door, he’s standing in your doorway, shoulder braced against the frame.

His black suit’s fitted beautifully, the hardware in his face gleams in the harsh hallway lighting, and his smile is as devastating as it ever was.

What really stops you, though, is the look in his eyes as he gazes at you.

‘Hey,’ he says, voice low. ‘You’re going to have to do all the talking tonight, because I’m gonna be picking my jaw up off the floor all night long.’

‘Yeah?’ you ask, flattered despite his cheesy line.

‘Yeah,’ he affirms. ‘You��re kind of fucking perfect.’

You step forward, and he lowers his head to meet you in a kiss.

His hand drops to the small of your back, low, and he murmurs to you. ‘Ready, baby?’

‘Yeah,’ you say, looking up at him.

He looks at you for a moment, thumb coming up to brush over your cheek. ‘I feel like jizzing on your face right now.’

‘And there he is,’ you say, affectionate.

Jungkook laughs. ‘You look good with my cum on your lips.’

‘Your aim is shit,’ you inform him.

‘Let me practice until I get better,’ he returns.

You give him a quelling look.

‘Shit, I love it when you get stern with me,’ he says, unrepentant.

‘Shut up or I won’t let you see my underwear.’

He mimes zipping his lips and locking them with a key.

You can’t help it. You laugh despite yourself.

‘Come on. We’re gonna be late.’

***

Jungkook’s gorging himself on mini chicken potpies and salmon blinis whilst you sip your wine.

‘Where’s Namjoon and Yoongi?’ Jungkook wonders.

You glance at the clock on the wall. ‘Well, it’s midnight, so they’re in the situation room. Which reminds me, I need to check on them.’

Jungkook looks confused.

‘They do this every Christmas. They lock themselves in the situation room and get lashed. I just pop in on them once and leave them to it.’

‘Want me to come with?’ Jungkook asks.

‘Yeah. Bring the potpies. Sometimes they get the munchies.’

Outside the situation room, you turn to Jungkook.

‘You never saw this.’

You pull out your second ID badge and swipe in.

‘You have clearance for the situation room?’ Jungkook says, amazed.

‘Yoongi got it for me. He said, and I quote - ‘you’d be better than Namjoon at covering all our tracks if anything happened.’’

You push open the door to a blast of deafening hip hop and find Yoongi and Namjoon on the oval mahogany table, rapping.

Namjoon croons a verse, Yoongi following up with a rap so quick you’re a little impressed.

Jungkook watches open mouthed, tray of chicken potpies in his arms forgotten, stars in his eyes.

You’re trying to gesture to him to leave the fucking potpies and back out of the room when they notice you.

‘Shit in a bucket,’ you hiss, grabbing Jungkook’s arm.

Jungkook’s confused but he puts himself between you and Yoongi anyway.

‘It’s the children!’ slurs Yoongi in the kind of jovial manner you only see when he’s three sheets to the wind.

‘We brought you potpies,’ you say cheerfully. ‘And a magnum of wine.’

‘I’ve got a magnum for you,’ Yoongi says, lifting a brow, and you don’t know whether you’re aroused or terrified.

It’s both.

‘We’ll just be going!’ you trill. ‘Don’t forget to drink water!’

‘Why did you let Jungkook come inside?’ Yoongi asks, frowning.

‘I bet she asks herself that every day,’ Namjoon snickers.

You hear a sound from Jungkook that sounds suspiciously like a laugh that he quickly muffles.

‘As much as I enjoy your drunken humour,’ you say, sternly, ‘I just came to check you were both still alive. Now say thank you and I expect apologies in the morning.’

‘Thank you,’ Namjoon and Yoongi chorus. You try not to shiver at how sexy their voices sound blended together.

You grab Jungkook’s arm. ‘Come on, baby, take me home.’

Yoongi and Namjoon fall on the tray of potpies like starving animals.

‘She’s sexy when she scolds us,’ Namjoon observes, between mouthfuls. ‘I like it.’

You shut the door firmly behind you before you hear Yoongi’s response.

The next morning your desk is covered in peonies when you arrive, your favourite flower. There’s a card stuck into them but you don’t have to read it to know who they’re from.

Yoongi and Namjoon approach you warily.

‘Were we terrible?’ Namjoon asks.

‘Pretty bad.’

‘I’m sorry,’ Yoongi says. ‘For what I said about your ass.’

You stare at him. ‘You didn’t say anything about my ass.’

‘For what I was thinking about your ass,’ Yoongi amends, quickly.

‘I’m sorry too, for all my misbehaviour, both verbal and in my head,’ Namjoon tells you.

You sigh. ‘It’s fine. This wasn’t your worst year.’

‘Yeah,’ says Yoongi a little dreamily. ‘2019 - the year of the shrooms.’

‘That was bad,’ you agree. ‘Are we done here?’

You stare at their backs as they leave and wonder what the hell Namjoon meant by misbehaviour in his head.

You decide you’re better off not knowing.

***

Jungkook’s on the phone when your inbox pings.

You wave at him as soon as you read it.

‘There’s a red situation in the entry hall,’ you tell him. ‘The building’s gone into lockdown.’

Jungkook frowns. ‘A red situation? That’s only for terror attacks.’

‘It’s a bomb threat,’ comes a voice from the door, a uniformed guard. ‘Stay put until you get further instructions.’’

‘Damn I really wanted a wrap from the deli for lunch,’ mumbles Jungkook.

You roll your eyes. ‘Guess that stale croissant’s gonna be your last meal then,’ you say, referring to the breakfast you’d picked up on the way into work.

‘So what do we do?’ Jungkook asks, leaning back in his seat.

‘Wait for the bomb squad?’ you suggest.

Jungkook grins at you.

‘Want to blow off some steam in that office again?’

Which is how you find yourself, back against the wall, Jungkook unbuttoning your blouse, feeling up your tits plenty as he does it.

‘Love your tits,’ he tells you, leaning down to kiss the tops of your breasts exposed by your balconette bra.

He tugs a cup down, and you watch as he fastens his lips over your nipple. He sucks until your nipple’s full, perky and hard for him.

You moan as he does the same to your other nipple, laving with his tongue, suckling.

He comes off your breast with a pop, hands squeezing gently, plumping your tits until you’re so wet you think you’d cum at the faintest pressure on your clit.

He unzips your skirt and kneels in front of you.

The sight of his dark head poised at the apex of your thighs, coupled with the bright sunlight streaming in through the window, arouses you even more.

Jungkook slips a finger under the crotch of your panties, humming his approval when he feels how slick you are.

‘Your clit’s so swollen, baby,’ he croons. ‘You need relief, don’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll help you, ok?’

He tugs your panties to one side, thumbs spreading your cunt, and licks up into you, slow, warm.

Fuck.

Your legs tremble as he suckles at your clit, jaw working, mouth opening wide like he’s feasting on you.

‘Touch your tits for me,’ he says, muffled by your cunt.

He waits until you’re moaning and flicking your own nipples before he continues.

Fuck, his tongue.

Jungkook licks up into you like he’s ravenous for you, lips smacking, tongue delving deep inside.

When your legs shake even more he lifts your thigh to his shoulder and buries his face even deeper in your cunt.

He knows you’re close without you having to say it.

Jungkook slides his fingers into you, curling them, pressing hard as he suckles your clit,

You cry out into your fist as you cum.

Jungkook keeps going until you’re sagging against him, hands on his shoulders.

He hoicks you onto the desk, hand on your sternum, pushing you down flat.

‘Fuck,’ he says, breathing hard. He stares at your tits, nipples still hard, at your glistening cunt, and his hand closes around his cock.

‘Spread for me, love,’ he says, voice so thick you can barely make out the words.

You tuck your hands behind your knees and spread yourself for him.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ Jungkook groans. His hand, furiously working his cock, stills, and then he’s spurting his cum onto your cunt, streaks of white against your swollen folds.

He leans over the desk, breathless, pulling you to him, whispering praise with his lips on your neck.

By the time you get back to your office, you can hear Yoongi’s voice, terse, furious.

‘Where are the children?’ he demands of a hapless intern.

You run up to him. ‘We’re here!’

He turns to you, relief blooming on his face.

He pulls you into a hug. ‘Thank fuck you’re ok.’

He holds out his other arm to Jungkook, pulling him into the hug too.

‘Hyung,’ says Jungkook, emotional.

‘I’ll allow it just this once,’ Yoongi warns, but there’s no heat in his voice.

***

It’s election night. Namjoon’s vice presidential campaign’s gone swimmingly, his numbers are promising, and you have every reason to believe he’ll triumph tonight.

He’s promised you and Jungkook positions on his team, under Yoongi as his chief of staff.

You’ve been watching the numbers for hours, so you leave the office for a break.

You’re sitting on a grassy slope outside the office, enjoying how the city looks under the night sky, when you hear footsteps approach.

Jungkook flops onto the grass next to you, arm behind his head.

The night sky’s stunning, but Jungkook’s not bad to look at either.

His hand reaches for yours. He brings your hand to his lips and kisses it.

‘I can’t wait to get into bed with you later,’ he says.

‘Me either.’

‘Do you think Namjoon’s got it?’ he asks.

‘If he doesn’t then he’ll get it next time,’ you say.

You’re pretty sure he’ll be all right whatever happens.

You’re pretty sure you and Jungkook will be all right too.

‘Everything goes,’ you say, optimistic.

Jungkook looks up at you, eyes twinkling.

‘Everything goes,’ he agrees.

He holds your hand until the fireworks begin and then, you go back inside.

©hamsterclaw 2022

#bangtan political satire #bts smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #namgi being hot

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hannarchive · 1 year

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lubdubsworld (prev. sunshyngal) fics w/ chapter links

My favorite @lubdubsworld fics with updated links, (since their masterlist haven’t been updated with new links since they changed URL). Had a few people ask about it too, so hope others find this helpful as well.

(This is not even close to all of their fics. If you want to find more you’ll have to search their blog and/or go through their archive)

Yoongi x OC

Make it Hurt (Then Kiss it Better) - A/B/O

Summary : Min Jung fights her biology, her genetic make up, her body. But she can’t fight her heart. Especially when said heart keeps calling for a handsome Alpha with warm brown eyes and a breathtaking smile.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 6.5 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 (Final)

Amor Vincit Omnia - Gang!AU, Arranged Marriage

Summary : The worst thing you can do to a guy? Marry him when he begs you not to. Worst thing you can do to yourself? Fall in love with him afterwards.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18 - Chapter 19 - Chapter 20 (Final)

Taehyung x OC

Change of Heart - Werewolf!AU

Times are changing. After years of being oppressed, werewolves are taking a stand against humans , demanding equal rights and fair treatment. Heading the movement is Kim Taehyung, the breathtaking heir to the Kim fortune and one of the few remaining Alpha werewolves in the country. His disdain for the human race is well known and well warranted. They killed his family after all. He wants to change the world , to put humans in their place but when his five year old daughter takes a shine to their very human neighbor , maybe he has to start with a change of heart, first.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 (Final)

Jungkook x OC

The Sadness of Things - A/B/O, Arranged Marriage

Summary : A recently widowed Jungkook agrees to a contract marriage to keep his company afloat. His grief overwhelms him and it is hard to look at his new wife as anything other than an intruder .

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 (Final)

Harvest Moon - Werewolf!AU

Summery : Jungkook is a very special Alpha. The future head alpha and one of the strongest wolves in the clan. He is spoken for, a perfect mate ready for him. OC isn’t anything special. She’s an orphan and she wants only to spend the rest of her life in her cottage with a normal mate. She’s nothing special but somehow, Jungkook chooses her during the mating run and suddenly she’s thrown into a world that is both new and terrifying.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 (Final)

#yoongi #taehyung #jungkook #werewolf #abo #single parent #mafia #arranged marriage #angst #series #HA fic recs #bts fic recs #masterlist #lubdubsworld

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hongjoongscafe · 2 years

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3+1=?

Serieslist

Pairing: widower!yoongi×widower!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, single parent AU.

Summary: life has been cruel to them. Heartbroken and sad when they stumbled towards each other. Will they be able to heal their heart?

Warnings: according to the chapters.

Masterpost

*DO NOT REPOST, PLZ*

Chapter: 01 In the 3+1= four

Chapter: 02 In the 3+1= daycare

Chapter: 03 In the 3+1=???

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Taglist:

@veneziamadness @cheline @jhmylove @sansmilkbread @jayb17 @constantlydelulusional @tea4sykes ; @tarahardcore

*lemme know if you wanna be added to the permanent or specific taglist*

*original picture is not mine, I just edited it*

Have a nice day/night💓

#bts #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #bts fiction #bts yoongi #yoongi #bts suga #suga x reader #suga smut #suga angst #suga fluff #yoongi smut #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fluff #yoongi angst #bts min yoongi #min yoongi #3+1=?

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bts-hyperfixation · 11 months

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Who do you think each of the boys was written by? Like I know this is an old trend, but I've seen a couple of videos of it resurfacing lately and I don't know if you've ever answered this?

I feel like maybe I did do this before? But it can always be done again so let's go!

Seokjin:

This is a man that I think has been written by a woman in her mid to late 40's that has become disillusioned with how monotonous her life has become. Her husband is always with the boys or nagging her. Her kids are getting ready to fly the nest (they had them young). She doesn't know what she wants next but she knows it isn't this so one day she doodled up Jin. A man that would make her laugh and support her endeavours, who would cheer her up and whisk her away when she is sad or plan visits to the kids when she is lonely.

Yoongi

Written by an old man about his youth and the chances he wished he had taken while he was still able to follow his dreams. Aam that loved to dance but never spent the time to get good at it and would grumble if anyone asked. A man that played the piano but always wished he'd picked up a mic. Yoongi is a creation of everything he thought he could be.

Hoseok

Written by a little girl in need of a friend. She wanted someone that could help her to be a little crazy and come out of her shell when she was too afraid to make friends in class. At the same time she needed someone who understood when it was time to be quiet and reflective.

Namjoon:

A widow reminiscing about the good old days, maybe with her husband when he was younger, or maybe the one who got away. I think more about him being her first love, maybe a man who went off to war and never returned. She loved her husband but never the way she loved the man she based Namjoon off of.

Jimin:

A young ballerina, maybe 13 or 14 struggling with her image every time a teacher tells her "I can see your lunch". She creates him as a source of comfort knowing that hard work can make a difference and a healthy body is the best body.

Taehyung:

A young man in highschool band class. A boy who fantasizes about people loving him for all his quirks and more.

Jungkook:

I don't know maybe a stoner?/jks. But based on this man yeah probably a stoner, I don't know any stoner that wouldn't enjoy eating at 2am and sleeping on one of 8 mattresses scatter around their home.

A young boy who dreams of having everything he could ever ask for in life because maybe he doesn't have everything right now but he knows one day he can get to a point where he can love his dream and help others he loves to achieve theirs

#bts #bangtan #jungkook #taehyung #jimin #namjoon #hoseok #yoongi #seokjin #bts imagine #bts fic

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rec-review8890 · 2 years

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Suga | Royalty!au RECs

(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst ,

(📝) ~ Series , (🗒) ~ One-Shot/Dribble ,

(💜) ~ Personal Favorite

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NONE of these works are mine. Give all your love to the authors and their works. The links will either bring you to the Tumblr page or a Ao3 page of the work.

Title: Devil’s Plaything 💦🗒

Author: @yoon2k

Summary: Duke!yoongi x princess!reader. Also magic!au.

↳ “Yoongi has been widowed for over 2 years now—long past the time of mourning—and has made no move to remarry. Despite all the eligible maidens trying to catch the rugged duke’s eye, he’s stayed stubbornly idle in his search for a wife. For a man at court, especially at Yoongi’s standing, remarrying was essential and highly expected; even though the man had heirs and his lineage was assured, a wife was a political move, and a highly coveted one. None of this slipped the young princess’ mind, her sharp eyes on the much older man. But Yoongi should be careful—“for Satan finds some mischief still for idle hands to do.”

Title: Reflection of You 🐑👊📝💜

Author:

Summary: Also Historical and Timetraveller!au. Suga x reader x Yoongi (yes, this is correct).

↳ “Confirming you were dating the famous Min Suga of BTS, you knew you were bound to make some enemies. But what you didn’t expect was to be cursed, going back to meet a cold-hearted, arrogant king that shares the same face as your rapper lover.“

Title: The Emperor's Daggers 💦🐑👊📝

Author: @xmint-conditionx

Summary: On going series. Emperor!yoongi x concubine!reader.

↳ “You recall the first night that you began to love your emperor more than your job required. you find yourself in a dangerous situation that surely means death if mistakes are made. being careful is your first priority, but it’s easy to forget where and who you are when you lock eyes with him.”

Title: Promises 🐑👊🗒

Author: @aredheadedmess

Summary: Bodyguard!Yoongi x Princess!Reader.

↳ “With a rumor of war, you are given a bodyguard. You didn’t think he’d become much more that that.”

Title: Share my Throne 💦🐑🗒

Author: @sopebubbles

Summary: King!Yoongi x Queen!Reader.

↳ “Most days, King Min Yoongi finds his job exhausting, but he always finds comfort in you, his queen.”

#bts #Yoongi bts #suga #suga bts #Yoongi x reader #suga x reader #royalty!yoongi x reader #royalty!suga x reader #royalty!yoongi #royalty!suga #x reader #royalty!au #king!yoongi #queen!reader #prince!yoongi #fic recs #bts recs

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themininthemoon · 10 months

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What’s Your Emergency?

CHAPTER 1 | AO3

“You’re kinda. . .younger than I expected.” Yoongi says after a moment of awkward silence.

Jimin Park blinks at him. He tilts his head to the side, an amused smile curling his lips.

“Did you think all nanny’s were just born middle-aged, matronly women?” He asks.

OR: Yoongi has recently moved to a new city following the death of his wife, Jieun. In searching for childcare for his son he finds Jimin.

“You’re kinda. . .younger than I expected.” Yoongi says after a moment of awkward silence.

Jimin Park blinks at him. He tilts his head to the side, an amused smile curling his lips.

“Did you think all nanny’s were just born middle-aged, matronly women?” He asks.

Yoongi blinks.

“I guess I hadn’t thought about it too hard before. When I called the nanny service and they said they’d be sending another candidate over, I guess I just assumed you’d be the same.”

Jimin nods.

“Most people do.” He sounds casual, but his hands are gripping his knees tight, expression softened into a frown without him realizing.

Yoongi frowns back.

“You don’t usually get the job.” He says.

Jimin purses his lips. He shakes his head.

“How many interviews have you been to?”

“Seventeen.” Jimin admits.

Yoongi nods. He sits back against the couch, settling in.

“Tell me about your credentials.” He says.

Jimin straightens to attention where he sits.

“You want to hear about my credentials?” Jimin asks, eyes wide with surprise.

“Of course I do.” Yoongi hm’s. “If you’re going to be watching my child I want to be sure you’re qualified.”

“I’m very qualified!” Jimin insists, scooting forward a little in his seat. “I’m CPR and First Aid certified, NICP certified, PNCP certified, and I helped my mother run a daycare for years! I know what I’m doing. I just need a chance.”

Yoongi takes this information in with an impassive expression, one arm along the back of the sofa where he sits.

“Why childcare?” He asks.

Jimin blinks.

“I– I’ve always done it.” Jimin says, like the question is strange to him. “My mom has run a daycare my whole life. I grew up there and then when I was old enough I worked there and I’ve never gotten tired of it. I’ve never– I love children.” Jimin shrugs, helpless. “I love watching them learn and grow and getting to be a part of that process. I love– love to see them explore and discover new things about the world and themselves and–and– I think. I think it’s a kind of magic to watch a baby grow into a toddler. To see them become a person all of their own.”

Yoongi nods.

He thinks.

He stands, slapping his calloused palms against his thighs as he pushes himself up out of his seat.

“Haneul should be awake soon; do you want to meet him?”

Jimin’s eyes are wide, glassy.

“Really?”

Yoongi nods, “Can’t hire someone he doesn’t like, no matter how qualified you are.”

“I— okay!” Jimin stands quickly, an anxious figure as he follows Yoongi down the hall.

Haneul is asleep when Yoongi pushes open the door to the nursery. He snores softly in his crib, head turned to the side. Yoongi walks over and reaches in, rubbing the baby’s belly gently to wake him.

Haneul huffs, blinking his eyes open.

Yoongi smiles, lifting his son from the crib. Haneul rests his head on Yoongi’s shoulder, immediately closing his eyes again.

Yoongi huffs, amused, eyes crinkling in a smile.

“Haneul.” He nudges, jostling the boy lightly in his arms.

Haneul opens his eyes reluctantly, squinting in the dim nursery, a tiny fist curled in the front of Yoongi’s shirt.

Jimin smiles, the grin unfurling across his face without conscious thought.

“He’s sweet.” Jimin says.

Yoongi snorts, bringing a hand up to cradle the back of Haneul’s head, pressing a kiss to his son's crown.

“He’s sweet now.” Yoongi says, shaking head, but his smile is fond. “He’s almost walking now. It’s—“ a shadow crosses Yoongi’s face. “It’s amazing to see.”

Jimin keeps himself from frowning. He doesn’t comment on the break in Yoongi’s words.

“This is a fun age.” He says instead.

“Yeah.” Yoongi agrees, a little wistful. He looks up at Jimin, adjusting his grip on Haneul. “Are you ready?”

“Ready—?”

Yoongi’s holding the baby out to him. Jimin’s eyes go as wide as Haneul’s, who’s kicking his legs in the air. Jimin takes him as soon as it registers, cradling Haneul to his chest. He settles against Jimin easily enough, wide eyes on Jimin’s face. Slowly, he reaches out, tiny hand on Jimin’s cheek.

“Ba!” He declares.

Jimin blinks, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Hello to you too.” He says.

Haneul proceeds to babble at Jimin for the next few minutes while Jimin nods and makes noises of agreement, a soft smile on his face.

Abruptly, Haneul turns to Yoongi, holding out his arms.

“Dada!”

“Finally remembered I’m here, huh?” Yoongi jokes as he takes Haneul from Jimin’s arms.

Yoongi nods toward the door of the nursery and Jimin follows him out and down the hall to the kitchen. He sets Haneul into his high chair then turns to Jimin.

“He seems to like you.” Yoongi starts and Jimin’s heart starts pounding, clenching his fists in anticipation, fingernails biting into his palms. “And you’re highly qualified, passionate.” Yoongi eyes him critically and Jimin swallows hard. “Can you start Wednesday?”

Jimin sucks in a sharp breath, tears pricking at the backs of his eyes. He nods his head sharply.

“Yes! Yes, I can be here.”

“Excellent. Why don’t I feed him and we can talk a bit more before you decide to take the job — I keep weird hours.”

Jimin tilts his head to the side.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m a first responder.” Yoongi explains. “I work twenty-four hour shifts and spend some time on call.”

Jimin blinks. “That’s a long time.”

There’s a wry twist to Yoongi’s lips, “I’ve had five Nannie’s refuse once they heard the hours I keep.”

“That must be difficult.” Jimin says quietly.

Yoongi sighs.

“We just moved here.” He says. “After— my grandmother is in the area; she’s been a big help, but she’s getting too old to watch after a young child, especially for such extended periods and I can’t afford to delay my start date at the new station.”

“Wednesday.” Jimin says.

Yoongi nods.

“That’s three days from now.” Jimin looks down at his feet. “Would you be considering hiring me if you weren’t in such a tight space?”

Yoongi huffs.

“That’s not really a fair question — I’m limited on time, but I also care about who I leave my son with. I wouldn’t let just anyone take care of him.”

Jimin’s ears are burning.

“Sorry, that was a silly question to ask — I should be thankful you’re giving me a chance.”

“It’s okay. You’re fi—“

Haneul starts fussing from his high chair and Yoongi curses under his breath, turning sharply on his heel.

“Sorry, bud. Daddy didn’t forget about you.”

Jimin watches Yoongi put Haneul’s lunch together, a small plate of leftover rice and scrambled egg and some honeydew.

He’s going to get more of it on himself then in himself, but Jimin is sure Yoongi knows that.

Yoongi turns back to him, wiping his hands off on a towel he discards to the counter.

“What do you do?” Jimin asks, curious. “I know you said first responder, but that could mean a few different things.”

“Firefighter/EMT.” Yoongi says, standing with his arms crossed over his chest.

The stance emphasizes the muscles in his arms and Jimin thinks, yes, I can see that.

He blinks the thought away.

“That must be a difficult job.”

Yoongi shrugs, “All jobs are in their own way.”

Jimin arches a brow but doesn’t disagree.

“So, do you want the job?” Yoongi asks.

Jimin thinks about it. Twenty-four hours is a long time to be “on”, but he and Haneul will both sleep for part of that time.

“Where will I sleep?” Jimin asks, the thought breaking through.

Yoongi turns sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I don’t have a guest room,” He admits, “but I don’t mind you using my bed.”

Jimin blinks. Considers the intimacy of that before deciding it’s fine.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

Jimin nods.

“I’ll take the job.”

A whoosh of air leaves Yoongi’s body in one long push, deflating him in relief. He sighs and builds himself back up to smile at Jimin.

“Thank you.”

Jimin shakes his head.

“Thank you.”

Jimin tosses and turns Tuesday night, unable to fall asleep. His nerves have him up at four in the morning, fully dressed with a bag packed, ready to spend twenty-four hours with his young charge. His leg shakes and his coffee grows cold, sitting untouched between his warm palms. The alarm on his phone goes off at five-thirty and he jumps in his seat, quick to silence it, looking behind himself to check that his roommate hasn’t been disturbed.

The fan continues to whir in Taehyung’s bedroom.

Jimin sighs in relief, knowing Taehyung keeps late hours. He stands from the table and pours his coffee down the drain, rinsing the mug before putting it in the strainer. He heads for the front door, pulling on his sneakers and grabbing his bag and keys before heading out.

It’s a thirty minute ride to the Min house.

Jimin drives in silence. His hands sweat on the steering wheel.

It’s his first real job since being contracted with the agency.

He pulls into the driveway at the Min residence and the lights are already on, a shadow moving past the blinds. Jimin gets out of his car and is careful to shut the door quietly, not wanting to disturb the neighbors.

He knocks on the door quietly too.

Yoongi opens the door in his uniform, dark blue button up with a pocket on the front, his last name embroidered on a patch on the right side. He’s wearing a matching pair of Dickies.

“Jimin, hey, come in.” he ushers Jimin through the door, a little urgency in his tone. “He’s still asleep — do you think I should wake him for the transition or let him sleep?”

“Oh, I—“ Jimin’s in the middle of pulling off his sneakers, bag on the floor beside him. “You should probably wake him. We don't want him to wake up later with a stranger and no idea where you are.”

Yoongi nods decisively and heads down the hallway. A moment later Jimin hears crying. Yoongi and Haneul appear in the hallway, rocking to soothe the baby’s tears.

Jimin’s standing in the middle of the living room, waiting as they approach.

“It’s okay, buddy, look who’s here,” Yoongi coos. He turns Haneul towards Jimin and Haneul begins to quiet. “That’s right it's Mr. Jimin; he’s here to stay with you today.”

Haneul’s cries have stopped as he stares curiously at Jimin. He reaches his arms out, making grabby hands, and they transition the baby from one set of arms to the other without fuss. Haneul rests his head against Jimin’s collarbone and closes his eyes.

Yoongi smiles, a little wistful. He darts in to press a soft kiss to the side of Haneul’s head before grabbing his duffel bag from the sofa and heading for the door. He mouths a ‘thank you’ before leaning down to lace up his boots.

He’s out the door moments later and Haneul is asleep against Jimin’s chest.

“Let’s put you back to bed.” Jimin murmurs.

The next two hours give Jimin time to familiarize himself with the house, opening cabinets in the kitchen and checking drawers, giving himself the tour Yoongi probably should have before leaving Jimin with the baby for twenty-four hours.

Jimin doesn’t stew on the thought for long, knowing Yoongi must have been stressed about the situation and eager to start work on the right foot.

He understands.

So, he finds the baby food and the formula, the toys in the nursery and where the diapers are kept, getting to know the house and its occupants before the first cries pierce the calm of the morning.

Yoongi opens his text thread with Jimin and looks at the picture of Haneul in his crib again. He’s sleeping, lips parted slightly, and Yoongi can practically hear his son’s soft, snuffling snore.

“What’re you looking at Min?” One of his co-workers – Williamson – asks, sidling up beside Yoongi with an apple in his hand.

He’s the friendliest of Yoongi’s new co-workers by far.

Yoongi clears his throat.

“Uh, my son, Haneul.” He says, turning his phone to show off the photo.

“He’s cute.” Williamson says, taking a bite of his apple. “He at home with the wife?”

Jieun’s face flashes through Yoongi’s mind. He shakes his head.

“Nanny.” He says, “My, uh, wife passed away.”

“Shit, I’m sorry man.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi looks back at the picture of Haneul. “Me too.”

The bell goes before the conversation can continue and Yoongi rushes to the ambulance bay, climbing up into the passenger seat beside his new partner, Namjoon.

“How’s your first day treating you?” Namjoon asks conversationally as they make their way to the call.

“Good,” Yoongi says, nodding to himself. “It feels good to get back in the saddle.”

“Yeah? How long were you out?” Namjoon asks.

“Ten months?”

Namjoon fails to hide his surprise.

“That’s a long time. What were you up to?”

“Taking care of my son.” Yoongi says.

“You’ve got a kid?”

Yoongi nods, “Haneul. He’s ten months old.”

“Ah, gotcha. You took care of him while the wife worked?”

Yoongi holds back a sigh.

“She’s dead.” He says.

Namjoon’s head snaps around to look at Yoongi, eyes wide.

“Shit, sorry.”

“The road, Namjoon.” Yoongi reminds him.

Namjoon flushes, turning his attention back in front of him.

“Sorry.”

Yoongi shakes his head, a little amused.

“It’s okay.”

They’re quiet for a long moment.

“What was her name?” Namjoon asks, tone gentle.

“Jieun.” Yoongi clears his throat, shifting in his seat. “We met at the hospital.”

“Yeah? Dropping off a patient?”

“Dropping me off.” Yoongi laughs quietly. “Ice on the ladder and I took a nosedive. Got a grade three concussion.”

“Damn.”

Yoongi nods.

“She was my EEG tech.” He says with a little smile. “Apparently I was real discombobulated. I was out of work for almost two months.”

“Post-concussion syndrome?” Namjoon asks.

Yoongi shakes his head. “Thankfully not.”

“That’s good.” Namjoon nods. He turns the wheel and they park in front of a pale blue bungalow. He puts the rig in park. “Let’s get to it.”

“So your wife’s dead?”

Yoongi startles, fumbling the tangerine he’s been peeling.

It’s three in the morning.

He turns slowly around to find the station’s probie looking at him with wide, curious eyes.

“What.”

“I heard it from Williamson.” Jungkook says, still with that earnestly curious gaze.

Yoongi turns back to his tangerine.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” He asks.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Jungkook asks, taking the seat beside Yoongi at the dining table in the station kitchen.

Yoongi eyes him skeptically.

“She died ten months ago.” He says.

“That’s not very long.”

“No. It isn’t.”

They’re quiet. Yoongi eats a few sections of his tangerine.

“My mom died.” Jungkook offers. “It’s been a few years, but still. I mean– I kind of get it.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you miss her?”

Yoongi sighs.

“Is this how you make friends, Jungkook? Asking emotionally draining questions?”

Jungkook is quiet.

“Sorry.” He mumbles.

Yoongi feels bad.

“Of course I miss her.” He says, “I miss her every day.”

Jungkook nods.

“I miss my mom too.”

Yoongi knocks their shoulders together.

“Do you want one of these tangerines?”

Hot water sluices down Yoongi’s body, taking the past twenty-four hours with it. He rushes through his shower, eager to get home to Haneul. He dries off perfunctorily and puts his civvies on, waving goodbye to his new coworkers as he makes his way out to the parking lot.

Pulling into his own driveway is a relief.

Yoongi sits in the front seat of his car for a long moment, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slow before grabbing his duffle bag from the backseat and opening the door to climb out. He lets himself into the house and is hit by a wall of sound. It resolves itself into music after a second, some old-fashioned crooner coming from the kitchen. He follows the sound and finds his nanny in the kitchen, dancing in front of Haneul in his highchair.

Jimin has a spatula held up to his lips like a microphone, singing along to the music. Haneul giggles, clapping his hands together, and Jimin beams, reaching out to wipe a bit of scrambled egg from Haneul’s cheek.

He spins in place.

He screams as his turn faces him toward Yoongi.

Yoongi jumps at the sound, eyes wide.

Haneul begins to cry.

Jimin rushes to turn the music down, turning the stove off before moving back to Haneul, lifting him out of his highchair to shush him.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” He soothes, hand rubbing Haneul’s back, “Your daddy scared me.”

“Sorry.” Yoongi says.

Jimin waves him off.

“It’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting to see you there.”

“In my own house?” Yoongi teases.

Jimin purses his lips. “I lost track of time.”

“I’m just kidding.” Yoongi assures him.

Jimin nods, still swaying with Haneul in his arms.

“He seems to like you.” Yoongi says, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Jimin looks down at Haneul and smiles.

“I think we’re getting along pretty well.”

“He behaved then?”

“As well as a baby can.” Jimin says.

Yoongi huffs, amused. He reaches his hands out.

“Give him here.”

Jimin passes a happy Haneul over.

As soon as he’s in Yoongi’s arms he begins to cry. Yoongi looks up, bewildered and Jimin laughs.

“He just missed you!” He says over the desperate wailing.

Yoongi sways where he stands, cradling Haneul to his chest. The baby’s cries eventually taper off, but his tiny hands cling to the front of Yoongi’s shirt.

“I mean it.” Jimin says, catching Yoongi’s attention. “Kids are like that: fine all day and then mom or dad shows up and it suddenly hits them that they’ve been apart so they cry.”

Yoongi nods, pressing a kiss to the crown of Haneul’s head.

“Thank you.”

Jimin nods.

“Yeah, I—“ He looks around, grabbing his phone off the kitchen counter. He turns to Yoongi. “There’s eggs — I wasn’t sure what you liked—“

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“—but I was cooking for myself anyway.”

“Thank you.” Yoongi says after a pause. “I appreciate it.”

“No problem.” Jimin rocks back on his heels. “I should probably go.”

“Yeah, of course.” Yoongi gestures toward the front door. “You’re free.”

Jimin laughs, ducking his head.

“Yeah, okay.” He rubs Haneul on the back. “Bye Sweet One, I’ll see you in two days.” Jimin takes his hand back, offering Yoongi a smile. “I’ll see you Saturday, Mr. Min.”

“Yoongi’s fine.” Yoongi says. He clears his throat. “See you then.”

Jimin nods, smiling. He goes and grabs his bag from the couch and heads out the door.

“How was it?” Taehyung asks, sitting at the kitchen table when Jimin gets home.

Jimin jumps, startled. He drops his bag by the front door.

“You scared the shit out of me.” He grumbles, hand to his chest as he kicks off his shoes.

“Sorry.” Taehyung says, not sorry at all. “How was it?”

“Fine.” Jimin says. He pauses to think. “Good, actually. It was– really good. Haneul is the sweetest baby and Mr. Min was nice.”

“That’s good.” Taehyung nods decisively. “I’m glad.”

“Me too.” Jimin sighs, heading for the kitchen to join Taehyung at the table. He takes a seat. “I can’t believe I finally got a steady job.”

“I always believed in you.” Taehyung says.

Jimin arches a brow.

“So you’re not the one who downloaded the indeed app on my phone?”

Taehyung purses his lips. “No comment.”

Jimin rolls his eyes, amused.

“You’re terrible.”

“I just thought you might want to try a different career path.”

Jimin rolls his eyes harder.

“Childcare is literally all I’m qualified to do.”

“You could teach!”

Jimin wrinkles his nose.

“No thank you.”

Taehyung huffs.

“Well it doesn’t matter now – you’ve got Mr. Min paying you good money.”

“Twenty dollars an hour.” Jimin agrees.

“Still not as much as me–” Jimin rolls his eyes again. “--but I know it’s better than most nannies.”

“Not everyone can be a programmer.” Jimin says.

“Of course not. You have to be uber smart, fun, and beautiful.” Taehyung says, hands held out to his sides in a ‘what can you do?’ gesture. “Which is why I thought you should have done it with me.”

Jimin laughs, knocking his foot into Taehyung’s under the table.

“You’re annoying.”

Taehyung puffs up, proud.

“The most annoying.”

Jimin can’t help but smile, shaking his head.

“Whatever. Have you eaten?”

Taehyung shakes his head.

“Yeah? Me neither. You good with eggs?”

“I thought you’d eat before coming home.” Taehyung frowns.

“I was going to, but Mr. Min came home earlier than I thought.”

“Oh, was he mad you were cooking?”

“Oh, no! I just– I thought I best get home since he was there to take over.” Jimin explains as he stands from the table and heads for the fridge. “I didn’t want to overstep.”

Taehyung shrugs, watching Jimin pull out a few eggs.

“You should just ask him if it’s okay next time.”

“This is my first real job, Tae.” Jimin sets the eggs aside on the counter and reaches in one of the bottom cabinets for a pan. “I don’t want to fuck it up.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, “You’re not gonna fuck it up. You’re great with kids.”

“Let’s hope Mr. Min thinks so.”

Ch 2.

#my fic #wye #yoonmin au #yoonmin fic #yoonmin fanfiction #ym au #ym fic #ym fanfic #top myg #top yoongi #trans park jimin

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piedpiperslists · 1 year

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Seokjin Series (XI)

* ¹ - one shot s - contains smut sm - social media format

Before Your Very Eyes by @vyduan s ft MYG, friends to lovers, roommates au, polyamory au Summary: After decades of being friends, Y/N finally realizes just how attractive Yoongi and Seokjin are and wonders why she never noticed. Except, Seokjin might be getting back with an ex and Yoongi is a permanent fuckboy. Is Y/N just desperate to get laid or does she love them? (And if she loves them, is she too late?) Oh, and also, THEY WERE ROOMMATES (but there are three beds).

Bed Bereft ¹ [epilogue] [drabbles] by @randombtsprincessa s ft KTH, best friend!Taehyung, polyamory au Summary: You’ve loved your college best friend for ages, too bad he’s got a boyfriend. Twisted decisions lead to revelations about sexualities, secrets, feelings and confrontations.

Paraluman by @muniimyg s sm childhood best friend!Jungkook, FWB!Seokjin, love triangle au Summary: In love and afraid of losing OC, Jungkook attempts to clean up his act to compete with his calm and collected roommate who has done nothing but break OC’s heart over and over again.

The A-Listers by @httpknjoon actor!Seokjin, famous!reader Summary: Meet Y/N and Jin, two of Hollywood's hottest celebrities and couple — or are they? Media and fans have been wanting to hear a confirmation for years now. But you two are always good at confusing everyone. Watch as everyone else play this guessing game of what's the relationship between Y/N and Jin.

Heaven Sent by @btsqualityy husband's best friend!Seokjin, widow!reader Summary: You had the perfect life: an amazing husband, a gorgeous daughter, and a career that you loved. It was everything that you’d ever wanted for yourself, until it was snatched away from you. After a horrific accident, you’re left to figure out how to raise your five year old daughter, Aera, all on your own while also grieving the loss of your first love. You struggle to understand why your husband left the both of you alone, until a chance reconnection with one of your husband’s closest friends shows you that maybe, he is still looking out for you.

#ksj list #seokjin series

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derireo-galge · 5 months

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Ink And Lace Contours | 2,2k | jimsu✍️🏼

Jimin who lives above the tattoo shop he owns, gets a new neighbour, an ex gang member Yoongi. He asks Jimin to help him in various instances as he designs his clothing line and Jimin gets to witness his inked body and pierced nipples a lot. A whole lot.

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It was a universally acknowledged fact that breaks between sessions were for gossip. Just as the stomping of the boots of another satisfied client disappeared behind the front door of the tattoo shop, Jungkook rushed to the counter where Jimin had just taken a payment.

"Hyung, you're never going to guess who your new neighbour is".

The tattoo artist sighed. It's been a pain that lasted several years already. Jimin lived in the apartment just above the shop which was admittedly very convenient considering he was not just the owner but also one of the core employees. What was extremely inconvenient was the flat just next to him.

During the past several years it changed multiple owners and all of them were less desirable as your typical annoying neighbours. One of them was simply creepy, always appearing out of nowhere with more than inappropriate questions. Then there was a couple that made the obvious mistake marrying each other unless they were preparing for shouting Olympics. Then there was a shady guy who had just as shady people coming over up until he was arrested.

Jimin thought he was doomed to have a string of weird neighbours forever up until recently. The new owner of the flat seemed pretty civilized and talked to him politely when they bumped into each other on the stairs. The artist had to do a double take because the sight of a pretty mama carrying a box with flower pots and who had the hair tied in a messy bun was very attractive.

Only Jimin wasn't trustful of the exterior anymore. He asked his coworker and his good friend Jungkook run a check on this person and prayed they were at least somewhat decent.

"I checked your neighbour. You can relax, hyung. I guess".

"What do you mean, you guess?"

The younger man leaned in closer conspiratively as if they weren't they only two people in the shop at the moment.

"He is a relatively famous influencer, not of the wild kind, just classy products and reviews. He has sponsorship from local brands and a couple of overseas contracts".

"How do you learn all these things?"

"It was public information, hyung. Also there are many unconfirmed rumors".

"Oh, are we going to gossip right now?"

"Don't tell me you don't do this, hyung", Jungkook laughed at the way Jimin's face scrunched, "Yoongi is rumored to be the White Tigers' leader's widower".

Jimin gasped.

"What?", he whispered, "But it's been ages since then!"

"If you think about it, Min must have just turned legal back then. So it hasn't been that long".

"Do you think he still has connections?"

"I wouldn't be surprised".

Great, Jimin thought, Yoongi was connected with a previously existing gang that made a lot of noise in their city some time ago. It didn't matter that much nowadays when most of them are eliminated but just think about his luck? Should he stay away? That would be quite difficult to do. The couple of times that he came across Yoongi on accident, all the artist wanted to do was to prolong their meeting, converse with him more and now it was a little scary to talk to him. However hot he was.

"Don't fall victim of the stereotypes", Jungkook added as if he could read his thoughts, "Look at me, look at yourself. There's a stigma against us too and we haven't done anything wrong".

"I'll think about it", the artist said, hoping that the appearing of the new neighbor won't bring him much trouble.

Alas, the trouble has started in an unconventional way.

Jimin received a knock on the door in the ungodly hours of the morning. His shop sometimes worked late into the night, especially if he took on complicated designs. And when he briefly glanced at the clock before slumping onto bed lifeless it was around three in the morning.

He got up with a whine and shuffled towards the front door. He looked in the peephole and saw his new neighbor standing there in what could be his home gown. Thinking that something must have happened he hastily open the door and was met with Yoongi's sweet adorable smile.

"Good morning", he chirped if that word could be used to describe a beautifully deep voice, "Are you Park Jimin?"

"This would be me, yes", he confirmed, "We've seen each other a couple of times, you just moved here".

"I have indeed. I'm Min Yoongi. Nice to meet you".

"Likewise", Jimin rasped, feeling dead tired.

"Hope I'm not interrupting you?"

"Not at all", Jimin said, ignoring the urge to yawn.

Yoongi's voice, though cheerful, could well have been a lullaby for him right now. It had an unusually calming effect.

"I'm in a bit of a situation here, Jimin-ssi. I was trying something on and I can't seem to... M-m, maybe you could help me?"

"Surely I can help you, Yoongi-ssi, what seems to be the problem?"

Yoongi looked to the sides. There weren't many apartments on his floor but there were still a few.

"Well, maybe not right here", he pointedly looked at the tattoo artist.

"Oh", Jimin hurried to step aside, "Please, come in. Sorry, I'm a bit of out of it in the mornings".

"Happens to anyone, doesn't it?"

Jimin locked the door and felt that soon as he invited his neighbour in, it wasn't right to do whatever he wanted in the hallway.

"Would you like to come in? I think we will be more comfortable there", he motioned into the direction of the lounge.

"Thank you, you're very sweet".

This Min Yoongi surely knew how to get what he wanted, Jimin thought in admiration and followed his neighbour in hopes to help him out as soon as possible and go back to bed.

When they both stood in the middle of the room, Yoongi just said "Here" and turned his back to Jimin. In a matter of a second he shrugged his thin gown off his shoulders and Jimin witnessed his broad back with a gorgeous tiger tattoo.

"Oh... what?"

Jimin felt like he was in a dream. Until Yoongi shook him out if it.

"There, the clasps? I can't seem to get them to fasten. If you don't manage to do that either I'll just blame the manufacturer since they have a defect".

Only then Jimin noticed the bra that Yoongi had on. It was lacy and honestly, who would notice it with the sight like that?

He pulled at the material and tried to fasten the bra. It was a slight struggle, if he could say that. Because he attempted multiple times but ultimately failed.

"Sorry, Yoongi-ssi, this doesn't seem to be working at all", he said with finality.

"That's okay, I'll have them replaced then", he responded with no signs of regret and turned around, "Thank you for your help, Jimin-ssi".

"You're... welcome".

"Do you think I can ask you again if needed? I don't really know anyone around here".

"Of course, go straight to me", Jimin quickly replied with a smile and followed to see Yoongi out.

He closed the door and pushed his forehead against its surface. He was about to lose it. Yoongi's bra was all but see-through, with the thin lace of it not hiding anything, absolutely anything. Including his pink nipples that just so happened to be neatly pierced. Never mind the milkers of the size that might be just a tad big for his own hands.

Needless to say that he didn't manage to get into his bed to sleep right away.

Since that day occurrences like this started happening quite regularly. Yoongi would knock on his door and ask him to adjust, unclasp or otherwise help him with all those little things that anyone struggles with from time to time. He even visited him in his studio a couple of times in his breaks after Jimin suggested it. And during his assistance Jimin would find out more and more about Yoongi's business, his clothing line that was his baby.

It was designed for people of the similar physique as him and he paid great attention to the details. But soon as he was working without an assistant, he sometimes required a hand. Or maybe two hands. And then maybe a pair of eyes that could observe his creations and a mouth to praise which Jimin eagerly gave.

He was truly happy to help Yoongi and they have gotten much closer. The only inconvenience was his state after Yoongi would go back to his place to apply the needed adjustments. Because the pieces he demonstrated were far from casual. They were daring, teasing, exciting. Jimin never thought he liked lingerie that much but now he was a conosseur. Or simply an admirer of that curvy elegant body.

He was intent on sticking to the boundaries but Yoongi had a different idea. Every time he was becoming just like his creations: daring and teasing. And Jimin welcomed that with open arms.

It was a quiet day in the studio. It was a public holiday too so there weren't any sessions throughout the day and Jimin was done with his earlier that morning. He was fiddling with the new equipment he received in his room where he did all the procedures when he heard a knock behind the black curtain.

"Come in", he said, not averting his eyes from the new tattoo gun.

"Jimin-ah, are you busy?"

It was Yoongi who was standing at the entrance wearing his home gown again.

"I'm not, hyung. Did you come here like that?"

Yoongi simply shrugged and moved over to the cushioned table where Jimin did all the tattoos.

"Not to worry, I locked the door behind myself and flipped the sign. Hope you don't mind".

"Not at all. I thought I've done that before. I was thinking about this new equipment and it must have slipped my mind".

"Well, would you like to take a break and look at something else?"

Yoongi's voice dripped like honey. Jimin straightened up and turned towards his hyung.

"And what would that be? Will it be worth my time?" he asked teasingly.

Two can play that game.

"You better see for yourself".

And with that he tugged at the belt of his silky robe. Jimin immediately stepped closer to him.

"Should I unwrap you like a present, hyung? The one just for me?"

Yoongi nodded with a soft chuckle. Jimin put his hands on Yoongi's shoulders and the gown floated off them in waves, revealing a simple yet elegant bandeau that hugged Yoongi's milkers perfectly. It was made out of beige lace and together with tattoos that were adorning the elder's body it looked wonderful.

"Can I have a look there?" Jimin asked quietly, tugging at the lacy hem.

Yoongi nodded again and Jimin pulled the garment down to his waist, freeing his voluminous breasts.

"Gorgeous, hyung", he said, cupping the soft mounds, "Can I?"

"You can do whatever you like", Yoongi offered generously.

Jimin sprung into action. He all but scooped Yoongi up and sat in a leather armchair nearby. He pulled Yoongi on his lap, facing him and his chest. Yoongi's hands wasted no time reaching the waistband of Jimin's sweatpants and pulling them down, doing the same with his lacy panties. Their cocks rubbed along each other and Yoongi swiftly wrapped his hands around them both, moving his palms up and down the both lengths.

Jimin put his mouth on Yoongi's pierced nipple. He mouthed at it, alternating between the two of them, played with the bars and the pert nubs, suckling and licking with abandon. He softly grabbed the areolas with his lips, moaned into Yoongi's skin at every upstroke the elder performed on their cocks.

He's been picturing it in his head enough times to not think about technicalities and simply marveling at the feeling of Yoongi's nipples on his tongue, in the sensation of his palms on his stiff cock, on the taste of his skin that he licked and gently sucked.

Yoongi grunted and moaned as he moved his hips in short motions, trying to match the rhythm of his hands. He softly whined that he was about to come and that arousing sound was what pushed Jimin over the edge. He felt Yoongi's release staining his lower belly and mixing with his but he couldn't care less, far too busy with kneading his round boobs and playing with the piercings in them.

"Jimin-ah, ah! I'm afraid if you carry on like that we'll be stuck here for hours", Yoongi panted into the top of his head.

Jimin finally let go of his chest in order to claim those pouty lips.

"You don't sound like you're very against that hyung, correct me if I'm wrong".

"Well, as nice as it is, maybe you have a more secluded place in mind?"

Jimin laughed and nodded frantically. He was thinking that next time, for sure, he'll be the one to invite Yoongi over to his place. Not the other way around.

But then, pressing Yoongi into his mattress, he decided that formalities meant nothing. As long as he gets to have the beautiful mama next to him like that, gets to praise and worship his body down to the last inked line.

~end

#ai-ee au #bts au fic #bts fanfction #yoonmin au #yoonmin #jimsu smut #jimsu au #jimsu #ai-ee au jimsu

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sweetestofchaos · 1 year

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Unused banners for fics that may or may not ever see the light of day

Look At You - Yoonjin...this fic will be dropped next month I hope, just using a different banner

Act Right - Teacher!Jungkook...this fic will be posting sometime this month but with a different banner

Pass You By - Ex!Minhyuk...not sure about this one

Enough - Idol!Vernon...no idea. I think it was f2l

Consequence - Vampire!Jungkook...based very loosely on the song ‘Tonight’ by Dommin

Leave Me Alone - Gang Member!Changkyun...no clue, but it was full of angst I think

Remembering You - Widow!Yoongi...it’s gonna hurt, like a lot

Untitled - Alpha!Jimin...I have a very rough and smut filled idea. Would be on the darker side. This is the original graphic I made for an event but I changed it up sightly last minute because I didn’t have time to write a fic, so I just posted the moodboard 🙄

#soc wip #kpop banners #kpop moodboard #yoonjin fic #jungkook fic #jimin fic #yoongi fic #i.m fic #minhyuk fic #vernon fic #just a bunch of ideas #it's how i pass the time

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bts-fic-collection · 1 year

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hello! Do you have any completed yoonmin fics that deal with the topics of homelessness at all? Preferably one wherein one is homeless at the start (or in the middle) but with a happy ending, others pairings are okay too but yoonmin is my number 1 right now :p Life got a bit rough for me recently and I think seeing this topic with a happy ending would ease my soul a little bit 🥹 other things like a/b/o or hybrids or whatever other genres mixed in are completely okay too & any rating is fine ,, thank you so much!! 🫶🏼

I do! I hope life gets better for you, anon! ^_^

Mágoa by SirYoongi

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Word count: 10,030

Summary: MÁGOA

Noun. Portuguese.

A heartbreaking feeling that leaves long-lasting traces, visible in gestures and facial expressions.

Or, Jimin is a widowed omega, thrown out onto the streets by his former mate’s family due to not living up to his sub-gender’s societal standards, and Yoongi is smell-blind.

Come In From The Cold by orphan_account

Rating: M

Status: Complete

Word count: 23,009

Summary: When everything falls apart, Jimin finds himself alone in Seoul with nowhere to go. He has a plan though - if he can save enough money to get back into school, everything else will fall into place. The city streets in winter are bleak, but there is warmth and kindness to be found too, even in the darkest moments, if Jimin is willing to ask.

I'll Be Okay by lotusflow

Rating: M

Status: Complete

Word count: 4,797

Summary: “You live around here?” Jimin asks, just making conversation. He’s never met this guy before. He could have sworn he knew all of his housemates’ friends.

Yoongi turns as he chews and points to a bunch of tents and guys milling around just past the freeway entrance.

“You’re homeless?” Jungkook asks.

“Yep.”

in which Jimin is too kind for his own good

i'd take my heart clean apart (if it helps yours beat) by waterandsilver

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Word count: 17,205

Summary: Yoongi is a tattoo artist in training who needs someone to practice on, and the homeless kid sleeping behind the studio is a willing volunteer.

#ask #yoonmin #yoongi #jimin #homeless au #abo au #omega jimin #alpha yoongi #hurt/comfort #angst #tattoo artist au #Rating: E #Rating: M

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hongjoongscafe · 2 years

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3+1=?

Chapter: 01 {Serieslist}

|In the 3+1= four|

Pairing: widower!yoongi×widower!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, single parent AU.

Summary: life has been cruel to them. Heartbroken and sad when they stumbled towards each other. Will they be able to heal their heart?

Warnings: mention of death (it will be there for the entire fic)

Word count: 2.3k+

Masterpost

*DO NOT REPOST, PLZ*

The corridors were quiet except for the whispers through the closed doors and the occasional sound of mental clinking and doors opening and closing.

You could feel your heartbeat in your chest, your breath suffocating. Your thumb nail was scratching the thumb of the other hand. Eyes unfocused as the faint sounds in your head took over your mind, blinding you to your surroundings.

"Faster!"

"Stretcher! It's an emergency, please be fast."

"It's gonna be okay!"

"Please get away!"

"Ring for Dr. Park!"

"Please, hold on for us. Think about the babies… please."

"Arrange a bag of blood!"

"I- take care of yourself and the babies for me."

"Don't say that. Hold on for us."

"I promised that I will love you till my last breath… Here I am, fulfilling it. I will always love you. Forever, my angel…"

"What is 3+1?" Your thoughts were cut short by your son's voice.

"Huh?" You cleared your throat.

"What is 3+1?" Geon-Wu repeated.

"It's four," you answered.

"I told you, Wu. You don't listen to me at all!" Your daughter, Mi-Cha, huffed.

These two little twin bundles of happiness are the only two threads holding you alive. It's been five years with them. The most enduring and rosy years of your entire life. But life can turn roads like we change clothes.

The rosy years halted a year ago.

"Whatever," Geon-Wu pouted and fiddled with his fingers in his lap.

"Mommy! He never listens to me!" Mi-Cha whined. "I told him that 3+1= four but he won't listen."

Before you could say something, you heard someone grumble under their breath. Looking around the almost empty corridor, a man sitting on the bench was looking with frowned eyebrows at your children. He looked around your age but his sour expression was enough to tell you that he was getting annoyed. He looked intimidating.

You cleared your throat and turned towards your left where your kids were sitting, "okay, enough. Be quiet. Remember, what I explained at home?"

They cutely nodded. "Yes, momma."

"Mhm, good. Now sit properly and calmly. We will talk at home," you patted their tiny heads.

The man silently sighed. He leaned back and folded his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. He had feline features and milky glass skin. He had no flaws except the dark circles, he could turn that into a trend.

It was obvious that he was there for a therapy session. Coming to a hospital for therapy was a bit of an odd setup. The clinic you usually went to was being renovated. So the two friends that owned it moved temporarily into the hospital that was owned by one of their fathers.

You hated this, coming to therapy. But it helped in an unspoken way. Talking about everything that happened a year ago and its consequences gave you headaches, and anxiety but it also helped you go to bed feeling less tangled. This untangled one knot of your mess every week.

This week, your kids were meant to be there too. They have been asking many more questions, and it was only good to take wise advice so you talked to your therapist and here you were with your kids.

"Ms. Kwog. Whenever you are ready," the middle-aged lady spoke up from her desk.

You got up and slightly bowed to her and ushered your twins with you. "Mommy?"

"Yes?"

"That cat man was scary," Mi-Cha thought she whispered.

"Yes, he was scarily looking at us. Was he a ghost? He was so white," Geon-Wu didn't even try to whisper.

"Just move you all. You guys embarrass me every time," you whisper-yelled and pushed them into the cabin. Then you looked back at the man who was staring at you with a flared nose and frowned eyebrows. You hastily bowed and went inside.

These kids make your life a step harder.

"Good evening, Dr. Park," you greeted the ever-smiling man and sat next to Mi-Cha who was in the center with your son on her right.

The room was as comfortable as ever. The walls were sunburnt with comfortable furniture. If you weren't aware of the fact that it was in the hospital, you could have mistaken it for someone's cozy living room.

Dr. Park tossed you your favorite stress ball that you used whenever you came for a session. It was exclusively for you. "Jimin. You know you can call me by my name, y/n."

"At least let me call you Dr. Park for the sessions," you smiled.

"You are never gonna listen to me," he scrunched his face.

"Well, I came this far while listening to you, Dr. Park," you both chuckled. The twins looked at both of you with wide doe eyes.

"However you feel comfortable, Ms. Kwog," he teased and turned towards the twins. "Well, hello there. Who do we have here," he asked in a childish voice and already went for the drawers that had some squishy toys that could be qualified as stress relievers.

They looked at you for approval to speak to a stranger. You smiled and nodded. "I'm Mi-Cha. I'm five years old."

"I'm Geon-Wu and I'm also five," they introduced.

"Wow, you both are so big and smart," Jimin said with big eyes.

Jimin and you have met outside of a session multiple times. But you never brought your kids with you or introduced them to anybody new. They were in a soft spot for now. They didn't do well with strangers, especially males.

"But mommy says that we are babies and we should behave," Geon-Wu pouted.

"Well, she is right. You both should behave at all ages," Jimin gave them some squishes. "How are you both? Did you two sleep well last night?"

"I'm good. I sleep a good night," Mi-Cha said in her broken language while playing with the green squishy frog whose eyes were going far away when she squished.

"Me too," he said while squishing the sheep.

"That's wonderful. So, is there something that makes you sad? Or makes you feel empty?" He carefully began.

The kids stopped and spaced out. You knew it was coming. They were smarter for their age. But they were still kids, they didn't understand deeper things.

"Dada," Geon-Wu said. "He is not coming home anymore. We always wait."

Your heart clenched. Every single day for five months, the twins would sit by the door at seven in the evening to greet their father as they usually did, but he never came.

"Did you ask your mother about it?" Jimin said as he wrote something in his notepad.

"Mommy said that an angel came and took him with her," Mi-Cha said, subconsciously squishing the frog.

"Yeah? Did she say that? And what do you think?" He asked.

"I think she is joking. He always called mom an angel. Why would she take him? Wouldn't she bring him home? And he can't go away without saying goodbye. He kisses our foreheads before going to the office," Geon-Wu's lips trembled.

Jimin straightened up and picked up the landline phone and called someone, "Hey, can you come in for a sec, please?" He hummed and placed it back. "You can keep the toys," Jimin smiled as well as the kids.

The middle-aged lady from before came in with a knock, "yes?"

"Take the kids for a while… kids? Go with her. She will give you candies," the kids looked at you again and with a single nod, they were out with the lady. "When there is a sudden change in the routine of kids, they tend to not get along well. No kid is good with changes especially if they are so sudden and unclear. I understand that telling them anything is heartbreaking and overall a stressful situation, but kids need a disclosure. A more settled if not the whole truth."

"How am I going to tell them?" Your tears were threatening to fall.

"Not now. Unless you are not ready, you don't have to. If you do tell them when you are not ready, it will affect your mental health. They don't understand the death stuff. They need some guidance to be there… to handle what their life has turned to," he said.

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"My father's friend is a great child therapist. I think you should set up at least one session for each. She is a really effective lady. I think she can help you the best. The rest is up to you," he shifted in his seat.

You sighed. It's not that you don't earn enough, it's the fact that your five years olds need therapy. This added one more thing to Jimin's list to help you overcome. He was just trying to help you in any way possible. And you were very well aware that they needed it. They need to know the truth…. In the end, the person in the equation is their father.

"How about we talk about you, Ms. Kwog?"

…

"Mommy! She gave me a raspberry candy," Mi-Cha waved her candy and jogged toward you followed by Geon-Wu.

"And she gave me a grape candy!" He said and both hugged your legs. You patted their heads.

"Yeah? That's so cool! Did you say thank you?" You asked.

"Oh, they did. I have never met such cute kids!" The lady said.

"Thank you so much," you smiled.

"I hope we will get to meet them sooner. Outside of this environment?" Jimin asked as he came out.

"Yes, mommy, can we meet Dr. Park sometime outside of the hospital? I like him," Mi-Cha said. Her cheeks turned into rosy blush.

You passed a squinted-eye look at her, "okay…"

Jimin laughed and kneeled, "we will meet soon!" She smiled widely and hugged him. Geon-Wu was also included by Jimin.

"Well, that's something," you said. "We need to go now."

The kids politely bowed and held your hands. When you were about to turn around, the other door opened and the man from before stepped out. Behind him, the other doctor, Dr. Jung Hoseok came and looked at you and passed a wide heart-shaped smile. The man looked at you and your kids with a blank face. You ignored him and passed a smile to Hoseok and left.

Hoseok and Jimin were the friends who opened the clinic. When you first came around, you heard that Hoseok was strict and intimidating. That was the reason why you asked for Jimin in the first place. But as time passed, you became friends with him through Jimin who brought Hoseok on lunch with him. He was strict, yes, in his work. But more than that, he was a ball of sunshine, trying to help people out in their worst. You loved to be around them.

…

"Bunny uncle! Bunny uncle!!!! BUNNY UNCLE!!!!"

"Whoa, you kids! Let the man get up and open the door in peace!" Jungkook, your best friend, said as he opened the door for you all.

"Bunny uncle!" The kids squealed and attached Jungkook with their tiny hugs. They have always called him bunny uncle based on his very similar looks to their favorite animal. Jungkook always loved it.

"Ah, how are my little bun buns?" He picked both of them like they weighed nothing and brought them inside, gesturing to you to come in as well.

"We are good. We met a cute doctor friend," Mi-Cha said as she nervously played with Jungkook's earrings.

"A cute doctor friend?" He asked.

"She means Dr. Park," Geon-Wu said.

"Ah, Jimin?... Ah," he understood and looked at you with a funny face. "Someone is having a first love."

"Stop!" Mi-Cha whined and buried her face in his neck.

"Ew," Geon-Wu fake gagged. "But he was nice. I like him."

Jungkook was the one who suggested you go to therapy. Jimin was his friend from school. So was Hoseok. Then both protected Jungkook from bullies as he was too innocent and fragile back then. Now he was a muscle pig and didn't get scared, instead, he would intimidate the others. But he never hurt anybody. He was a nice person.

"Well, it's good that you liked him. He is a charming man. But not more than me," you chuckled at his comment. "Anyway, how was it, Y/n? What did he say?"

You slumped on his couch as he sat in front of you with the twins in his lap. They both looked like pens in a pocket, too tiny against his huge figure. You adored it. At least they had one constant male figure in their life. He couldn't fill the father's void, but he was something close to it. A best friend, one could say. A blessing, as you say.

"Therapy. He recommends that they should be sent to a therapy session. His father's friend is a great child therapist. He said that I should at least send them once and see what happens…. They need disclosure. But first, they need to be strong enough for it… and I should be willing," you ran your hands on your face.

Jungkook and you met in college. You both had all the same subjects and stuck together all the time. He was the one who brought Dae-Jung, your late husband, to your group of two. He was the nicest and the most respectful man you have ever met. He held the universe in his eyes and poured it out for only you. Love, that word was never enough for him to express himself. It was more than that. He was more than that. You both fell in love and made a universe of your own. But everything comes to an end. And your universe tumbled before it even started.

Hugging both the twins closer to his chest, he kissed their heads and sighed. "I will be right here, okay? I'll help you as much as I can."

You held your tears back for the sake of your children.

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Sanaa's note:

I hope you liked it. I wrote a Yoongi before but ended up deleting it. Hopefully, this turns out better. I always appreciate your feedback 💓

The behavior of all the characters is visualized.

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