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magicshopaholic · 9 months

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New Year’s Eve Eve

Summary: BTS celebrates Taehyung's birthday in Seoul.

Pairing: OT7 x OC (different OCs)

Genre: Humour, fluff, angst, chaos

Word count: 12.8 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, alcohol, making out, allusions to sex and other R-rated things, insinuations of harassment, public intoxication

A/N: I... cannot believe we're finally here. 40+ fics later, we're finally at the first OTx fic which is exactly how I imagined this universe at the very beginning. A lot of context has been set so far and now the series properly begins as one giant story with interweaving plots.

It feels like a huge, huge milestone, so to all the readers who've stuck around and read/liked/reblogged/commented/asked: this one's for you.

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @dreaming-with-happiness @faearchives @margopinkerton @purpleseoul7 @confessionsofamarshlily @jiminjhang @xjoonchildx @tarahardcore @infinitehobi @handfullofcandids @whoisbts @kflixnet (drop a message if you want to be added)

Listen to: "home" by bts

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A quick recap of where everyone is at the beginning of this fic (under the cut for spoilers):

Namjoon and Kaya are in a fully committed relationship, happy and in love

Seokjin and Nari are in a limbo of sorts, both of them getting closer to different co-workers

Yoongi and Miso work together begrudgingly

Hoseok is trying to come to terms with the fact that Chaeyoung is no longer twelve years old

Sooah comes to the realisation that her past with Jimin may be affecting her present with Alex, and she prepares to make a tough decision

Taehyung and Dilara, after a tough year of pain and heartbreak, are finally back together

Jungkook is just Jungkook

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Seokjin shoves his phone determinedly into his pocket and rings the doorbell. Tonight is not about him, or her. It’s about a differently uncomfortable situation altogether, one he’s had to learn to live with over the course of his career.

“Hyung!”

Seokjin almost doesn’t hear Taehyung’s yell over the R&B track playing inside the penthouse. It’s filled with people - Taehyung’s friends, all of them, Seokjin is sure - drinking and dancing, making it just the kind of party that makes Seokjin extremely conscious of his hands.

“Heyyy,” he replies, trying to mimic Taehyung’s tone of excitement. “How’s - how’s it going? Oh, happy birthday,” he adds, stepping forward and hugging him.

Taehyung slaps his shoulder and beams. “Drinks are over there,” he informs him, gesturing to a fully stocked bar at the far end of the living room. “Food is in the kitchen - try the fish, it’s spectacular. Oh, and your best friend Donghyuk is over there -” He breaks off, snickering when Seokjin makes a face. “And, uh - what’s left? Right - the vibe,” he adds with a flourish, “is everywhere.”

“There’s no easy way to ask this,” says Seokjin, “but are you high?”

Taehyung laughs a little too much at something Seokjin hadn’t even fully intended as a joke. “Just on life, hyung,” he says wisely, patting his shoulder and raising a glass of whiskey at him.

Before Seokjin can respond to this, another figure appears from behind Taehyung with a faint scent of roses. “Hey, Seokjin!” Dilara greets him with a one-armed hug, the other hand balancing a glass of red wine.

“Life, huh?” Seokjin mutters to Taehyung, before switching to English. “Hey, Dilara, good to see you. Having fun?”

“It’s a lot of people,” is all she says, shrugging easily as Taehyung pulls her to him by the waist, seemingly out of habit. “You should get a drink, too. Oh, and try the -”

“Fish, I’ve heard. Where’s, uh -” He scans the room as they walk in and sees Namjoon and Kaya by the window with Yoongi, Hoseok with a couple of producers from Big Hit. Jimin isn’t visible but Seokjin hears a shout of laughter from somewhere in the party that can only belong to him.

“- Jungkook?”

“Oh -” Dilara frowns and looks around, as though expecting Jungkook to appear from behind a curtain. The silver hoops in her ears glint in the dim light. “He got here about an hour ago. Should be around here somewhere.”

Seokjin nods mutely, mildly disappointed that the one person he could rely on to give him company at a party can’t be located.

Well, one of two people. But she won’t arrive till much later, if she makes it at all. The possibility makes his palms slightly sweaty.

“Namjoon hyung is here, though,” says Taehyung, pointing at the leader who catches Seokjin’s eye and waves. Kaya stands next to him, only her side profile visible, nodding at something Yoongi is saying. “Also, Yuna - you like Yuna, you met her at Inkigayo this year,” he reminds him. “She’s here, too. And, Lara, you need to meet Seojoon hyung and the rest of them.”

“I think I should go find Jungkook, actually,” she replies, stepping back apologetically. “Just in case something is wrong. Have fun with your friends, though,” she adds quickly, reaching up and kissing his cheek. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

Seokjin watches as Taehyung stares after her, following her through the crowd of people. “How do you even know this many people?” he asks, mostly to snap him out of his silence.

“Here and there,” he answers vaguely. “Anyway, let’s get you a drink? Oh, is Nari coming, by the way?”

Seokjin makes a non-committal noise as he follows Taehyung, hoping that will suffice. Fortunately, Taehyung changes the subject.

Dilara, true to her word but less so towards her motivations, heads down the hallway of Taehyung’s penthouse in search of the missing BTS member. Her heels click on the marble floor as she reaches the den, making an educated guess about Jungkook’s whereabouts. She pauses at the door, hearing a faint sound, and opens it without warning.

“There you are!”

Jungkook jumps and swears in Korean. “Fuck - you scared the shit out of me,” he gasps, clutching his chest.

Dilara steps inside the dark room and frowns, surveying his lone figure on the sofa and the video console in his hand. “We’re at a party and you’re playing -” She takes another few steps and peers at the screen “- Mario Kart? By yourself?”

His eyes dart from her to the screen and back to her “You can join me if you want.”

“I -” She pauses as she considers this for a fraction of a second. “No! There’s a party going on outside - why are you in here like some depressed loner playing video games by yourself in the dark?”

Jungkook stares at her. “Because there’s a party going on outside. There’s too many people,” he adds uncomfortably when she gives him a look.

“Aren’t they your friends?”

“Kind of, not really. Why aren’t you out there?” He questions, sounding a bit defensive. “It’s your boyfriend’s birthday.”

“I know it’s my boyfriend’s birthday,” she admits, “but my boyfriend is also a very popular person and he’s got, like, nine million friends.”

When she doesn’t continue, Jungkook raises his eyebrows. “So? Shouldn’t his friends become your friends?”

“In theory, yes. But they don’t know me.”

“Then go and intro - intro -”

“I did go and introduce myself,” she interrupts. “I said annyeonghaseyo to everyone. Hey - don’t laugh,” she chides him as he snickers, but fails to keep a smile off her own face. “Come on, I’ve said hi to everyone, I’ve met them… I just felt bad for Tae, okay? I’ve been monopolising him ever since I got here and now he’s having to stand around and translate everything for me -” She sighs, feeling her shoulders fall slightly. “He wasn’t having fun, so I thought I’d let him have some time with his friends and I could have some time with mine.”

Jungkook blinks. “Who, me?”

“Yeah, sure. Come on, let’s go have a drink or something,” she urges him, going over to grab his arm.

He struggles in response. “No.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s a party,” she says for what feels like the tenth time. “We’re supposed to have fun, it’s almost a new year. So many reasons.”

“I liked you better when you were depressed,” he mutters.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before. Come on, please,” she whines, pulling at his hand again. “You don’t have to socialise. We’ll just go out there, have a few drinks, dance a bit. Please, I don’t have anyone else to talk to,” she adds in a small voice.

“What are you talking about? What about Kaya? I saw you two talking when I came.”

“Yeah, I was and she’s sensational,” admits Dilara. “I think I’m a little in love with her, actually - but then Namjoon stole her away. They’re dancing as we speak, all… slow and close and intimate,” she explains vaguely, recalling how they had sauntered over to the dance floor, Namjoon holding her hand and turning her around so her back was to his chest, incongruous yet perfectly in sync to the hip hop beat thumping outside.

“They’re slow dancing? To -“ Jungkook squints and listens. “Is this ASAP Rocky? They’re slow dancing to ASAP Rocky?”

Dilara nods solemnly. “It is. They are.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. They’re being all tall and sexy and they shouldn’t be interrupted. Ever. For the rest of their lives.” She tilts her head pleadingly again. “So? Please? Don’t leave me alone out there.”

“I’m not. We can be together in here,” he points out.

“No, we can’t. That would look really bad. And I didn’t put on make-up and style my hair so I could be hidden inside a room like this.”

He briefly checks out her LBD and high heels. “It’s annoying,” he complains, flopping back on the sofa. “Everybody’s a couple and I’m like this… loser kid that everybody’s dragging along with them.”

“That’s not true,” she says immediately. “Everybody’s not a couple. Jimin’s out there, single as ever.”

Jungkook raises his eyebrows. “Is Sooah there?”

Dilara wracks her brain for all the people she was introduced to tonight. “Uh… Sooah. Yes, I think. With the… the red lipstick and the sexy jeans. But she and Jimin aren’t a couple. I don’t think I’ve seen them say a single word to each other yet.”

Jungkook scoffs, going back to his game. “Jimin and Sooah are always a couple. Even when they’re not a couple, they’re a couple.”

Dilara stares. “Okay, that’s it. Come on, JK,” she mutters, tugging him by the arm hard enough that he’s forced to resist until she lets him go with a jerk. “You know what? Fine. I can’t force you,” she sighs, defeated. “Have fun thinking about what Tae and I did on that sofa,” she says nonchalantly before leaving, ignoring his loud groan from behind her.

The first person she spots when she re-enters the living room is Sooah, the girl Jungkook mentioned. Curious, she goes over to Jimin who’s fiddling with the Bluetooth speaker, alone for the first time all night.

“Hey, Jimin.” She stops and leans backwards against the table as he nods in acknowledgement. “Who is that? Is that Sooah?”

Jimin’s head whips around and he immediately winces, rubbing his neck. “Where? Where did you see -” His eyes focus where Dilara points to another group of people and he swallows. “Taehyung,” he growls in a low voice, slamming his glass on the table before darting off into the crowd.

Dilara stares as he disappears. “Perfect,” she mutters, finishing his drink in one swig.

Jimin snakes through the guests, taking care to ensure Sooah doesn’t spot him. He finally sees Taehyung with a couple of his older friends, taking a selfie.

“Hyung, do you mind if I borrow him?” Jimin interrupts, smiling tightly at them. “It’s important.” Seojoon nods, looking amused, and Jimin takes it as permission to drag Taehyung away.

“What is it?” Taehyung asks, moving his open collar a bit and fanning himself. “Is it Dilara?”

“No, it’s not Dilara,” he hisses. “What is Sooah doing here?”

Taehyung frowns. “What do you mean? It’s a party. It is quite literally the most predictable place for her to be.”

“But -” Jimin doesn’t understand why his heart is hammering, for Taehyung is right. No party is a party without Kim Sooah. “Why didn’t you - why didn’t you tell me? I would tell you if I invited Dilara somewhere.” When he spots Taehyung’s mildly confused expression, he rolls his eyes. “Fine, not the right comparison. Just… I didn’t know you two were, you know… close.”

“Really?” Taehyung asks incredulously. “We all went to high school together. She and I have been friends for as long as you and her have been… well, not friends, obviously.” He snickers before looking down at Jimin’s hands. “Why don’t you have a drink?”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“You need to be drunker than this,” states Taehyung.

Jimin stares. “How could you,” he whispers, shaking his head. “My best friend. No warning.” He clicks his tongue in disappointment.

“Listen, I have to go make sure there’s more vodka and maybe see if Dilara is okay. Have a good time,” he says quickly, patting Jimin’s shoulder.

“I hate you!” Jimin exclaims as Taehyung walks away. He glares at him until he finds Dilara near the kitchen, both their faces lighting up at the sight of each other, and turns away in annoyance. Sooah is here - here - and Taehyung didn’t think to warn him.

Jimin looks around, waiting for his mood to sour and trying to ignore how, despite this news, his stomach is already fluttering in anticipation. He spots Seokjin in the corner with a beer, looking pensively into his phone, while Yoongi next to him observes the party blankly with a whiskey in his hand. Jimin makes a beeline for them.

“You won’t believe what Taehyung did,” he complains, leaning against the wall next to them just as the song changes to a popular English track. There’s a low cheer as everyone prepares to do the viral steps to the chorus. But Jimin has never felt less like dancing; he tugs Seokjin’s bottle of his hand, who lets it go without a fuss, and takes a giant swig.

“It’s almost ten,” mutters Seokjin, seemingly to himself. He looks up and does a double take, as though just noticing Jimin. “How’s it going?”

“Taehyung’s an arse,” he says, waiting for one of them to ask why. When all Yoongi does is nod absently, Jimin exhales hard through his nose. “He invited Sooah. And he didn’t even tell me.”

“Aren’t they friends?” Yoongi asks apathetically.

“Not the point,” he says tightly. “She and I have history. He should’ve told me. I could’ve prepared for -” Here he breaks off, for it’s just occurred to him that he’s not completely sure why he’s so bothered by her presence here.

“The real question isn’t why Taehyung didn’t tell you she was coming,” says Yoongi after a moment. “It’s why she’s been here for twenty minutes and still hasn’t come to talk to you.”

Jimin stares at Yoongi, who smirks slightly and goes back to people-watching. “That’s… no, she probably just doesn’t know I’m here. Or - or she’s waiting for me to say something. We haven’t been in the best place since -” He breaks off when something occurs to him.

But at that very moment, Seokjin makes an unintelligible exclamation and darts forward.

“What the hell was that?” Jimin asks, a bit peeved at being ignored.

“His lady friend is here, I think,” says Yoongi, peering in the direction the older member disappeared.

“Oh. I didn’t know Nari was coming.”

“She isn’t.” Yoongi points with his glass. “That’s not Nari.”

Seokjin makes his way through the guests and sees Seulgi enter the open door, wincing in surprise at the loud music. She spots him just as he waves and she smiles - and Seokjin feels his stomach float. He can’t help it - it just does.

“Sorry I’m late,” she says, reaching up to hug him as he kisses her cheek. “That dinner went on forever and one of the idols got drunk and I had to call a company cab to take him home -” She sighs and steps back. “It was a mess.”

The familiar scent of her conditioner lingers and Seokjin can’t help but notice how put together she still looks, not a hair out of place. “You don’t look exhausted,” he replies. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Please.” Seulgi nods and lets him take her hand as they weave through the crowd and to the bar. They meet Taehyung on the way, who seems to recognise Seulgi immediately, giving her a bow and a hug in succession before drifting off in a haze of alcohol-induced delight.

“He seems happy,” she comments, reaching for a bottle of red wine. “The consummate birthday boy, I guess.”

“No, it’s not that. He and his girlfriend recently got back together,” explains Seokjin, taking the bottle from her and pouring out two glasses. “She’s here somewhere, too,” he adds, realising he hasn’t seen Dilara since he arrived.

“Cheers.” Their glasses clink and she sighs after taking a sip. “Speaking of which,” she says after a moment, tucking a lock of shiny hair behind her ear, “I feel like I need to apologise for the other night.”

Seokjin’s heart skips a beat. “You don’t -”

“I feel like I ambushed you a little bit,” she clarifies, sounding nervous. “That wasn’t my intention at all and… it definitely wasn’t my intention to pressure you. At all.”

He nods, believing her. But it doesn’t make her question any less pertinent. Seokjin had known this would come up; they’d gone on their first impromptu date almost two months ago and had continued to see a surprising amount of each other since then.

He’d hoped that neither would have to bring it up at all and that it would organically become what it needed to be, but the moment she asked the age-old question of what are we doing exactly, he knew it wasn’t going to be that simple.

“I don’t feel pressured,” he says honestly. He steps closer to her so their shoulders brush and feels her relax slightly.

Seulgi bites her lip and nods slowly. “I just don’t do well with ambiguity. You know, we’re both adults and… I don’t want to play the guessing game. But maybe it’s too soon,” she tacks on after a moment, shaking her head and looking away from him, taking another sip.

She doesn’t like ambiguity - that much he’s figured out in the time he’s known her. Whether it’s been picking out a restaurant, ordering food, having her career charted out, getting intimate at the right pace, knowing what she wants out of a relationship… Seokjin’s eyes roam over her clean pink blazer, the same one she’d worn when they’d first met, neatly folded at the forearms, and feels a small smile tug at the corner of his mouth.

He looks up to see Dilara appear through the crowd and waves her over. Her eyes search for the voice calling her name before she spots Seokjin and smiles, walking over.

“Dilara, have you met my girlfriend?” he asks, putting his arm around Seulgi’s shoulders.

“Oh!” Dilara raises her eyebrows, looking mildly confused. “Of course! Um, N-”

“Seulgi,” she introduces herself, offering her hand. “It’s nice to meet you,” she adds, speaking English for the first time since Seokjin has known her.

Seokjin sees a brief flash of confusion on Dilara’s face before it disappears. “You, too! I’m Dilara, Taehyung’s -” She breaks off when she sees something else across the room. “I’m sorry, I need to go… your most annoying band member is calling me,” she says to Seokjin before turning back to Seulgi. “But it was really nice to meet you. Have fun at the party!”

Seokjin feels his heart slow down slightly as Dilara leaves, long hair flowing down her back. It seemed an honest mistake on her part, but he’s just glad any awkwardness was avoided.

“So I really didn’t pressure you, huh?” Seulgi asks, breaking him out of his silence. She’s trying to suppress a smile, and he’s suddenly endeared.

“You didn’t. Just felt like the right time.”

“Introducing me to Taehyung’s girlfriend felt like the right time.”

“Naturally.”

She nods and bites her lip, and Seokjin tilts his head slightly to kiss her. It’s short and sweet, given they’re in public but it speaks volumes. There’s something cathartic about having made a decision that makes his stomach feel lighter… except for the one loose end nagging at the corner of his heart.

“Oh, is that Hyunjin?” Seulgi points to a short-haired girl who waves back in surprise. “I should go say hi. She’s sort of a client of a client…”

“Yeah, of course. I, uh… I actually need to make a phone call as well,” he replies, trying not to let the anxiety show in his voice.

“Okay. I’ll see you in a bit.” She squeezes his hand and departs, leaving Seokjin to watch her leave until she meets her friend and they start chatting, and he has no more ways of avoiding this conversation.

He goes over to the balcony despite the freezing air, the only place in the living room area that isn’t crowded. Taehyung had informed him earlier tonight that Nari would not be coming. His expression had betrayed nothing, but the fact that he’d thought to tell Seokjin in private amidst his happy buzz only told him that his situation with Nari wasn’t precarious only to him. Coupled with Dilara’s near-accidental slip of the tongue, Seokjin was sure that some speculation at least was occurring behind closed doors.

He should’ve had this conversation with Nari weeks ago. He knows it, just like he knew he shouldn’t wait for her to reach out first, just like he knew she wouldn’t show up tonight because she always worked night shifts on Thursdays. But there’s nothing to wait for anymore, not now that things are official. He owes her this much.

Just then, his phone buzzes and he almost falls when he sees a message from Nari.

Can we talk?

Seokjin stares at the screen, wondering if she’s somehow read his mind, if someone told her about Seulgi before he had a chance to. Hand over his mouth, he shakes his head to himself, knowing this is the universe’s way of kicking them into a room together and locking the door until they speak to each other.

Before he can change his mind, he presses the call button and waits for her to answer.

Nari answers on the third ring. “Hey,” she says, and her tone makes it clear she knows exactly who it is. “Give me a second, I’ll just find a quiet place.” There’s a vague shuffling sound in the background before it goes quiet and she speaks again. “Thanks for calling.”

“Of course.” Seokjin pauses, wishing they were speaking again under better circumstances. He hears a sound in the background, like the crunch of a packet. She’s eating chips for dinner; he resists the urge to tell her to grow up and tries to stay on topic. “How have you been?”

“Not bad. Working a lot.”

“Same here.”

“Are you ready for the tour?”

“We never are.” It’s the truth. “It’s hard to be away from… everything.”

“I can imagine.” He imagines her nodding. “Sorry I couldn’t make it to the party. Is Taehyung having fun?”

“Looks like it. But you escaped a pretty crowded party,” he tells her, thinking that if things were different, they’d be huddled in a corner somewhere, probably with Jungkook tagging along. “I’d count myself lucky.”

She laughs lightly. “Good to know.” Nari pauses. “Seokjin… I know we haven’t talked in a while and it’s been…”

“Weird, yeah.”

“Yeah.” She pauses again. He hasn’t heard her sound this nervous in a while. He wonders momentarily if it’s another pregnancy scare before remembering how silly that sounds.

“You said you wanted to talk?”

“Yeah. I - I know we’re not… I mean, this may not mean anything but it felt weird not telling you but it’s also kind of weird to tell you…” She sighs. “Okay, I’m just going to say it. I - I slept with Jason.”

There’s a gale of laughter from inside the living room. Seokjin frowns, knowing he hasn’t heard her wrong but feeling the need to double check all the same.

“You…”

“Yeah.”

“Like, doctor… Jason?”

“Well… yeah, I guess.”

“Oh.” Seokjin isn’t sure what to say. He knows why she’s telling him; he isn’t obtuse. He isn’t sure what he’s supposed to feel, though. “Are you -“

“It was just one time,” she interrupts quickly. “We didn’t plan it, at all. It was really late and I’d just gotten screwed in the OR during surgery and he was having a bad day, too…” She sighs tiredly. “it just happened. It didn’t mean anything. Purely… recreational.”

Seokjin bites his lip, his knuckles looking white on the railing in the cold. He knows she added the last detail as a reassurance, but for some reason it just sounds off-putting.

“Okay. Sorry, I don’t really know what to say,” he mutters, hearing himself laugh awkwardly. He clears his throat. “I’m dating Seulgi.”

There’s silence on the other end. Seokjin squeezes his eyes shut, for he hadn’t meant for it to come out like that at all.

“You’re… who?”

“Seulgi.” Out of instinct, he turns to face the party, spotting her pink blazer in the dim lighting. His girlfriend. “We met at your friend’s house. Remember? Turns out she works at Big Hit.”

"Seulgi. She - she works here at Big Hit. We met at your friend's party. Remember?"

"Oh. Right. Um... when? I mean... since when?"

"Uh, I guess our first date was technically... after that press conference last month. She hadn't eaten and I suggested -" He clears his throat. "Anyway. That night."

Nari is quiet for a minute. He can practically hear her mind working, and he frowns.

"Nari? Did you hear me?"

"The night of the press conference... as in, the night of my fundraiser?"

Seokjin's heart stops for a moment. "I - no. No, that wasn't the same night."

"Yes, it was. That's why you said you would be late."

The silence that follows is painfully sharp.

"Nari -"

"You know, I want to say I'm happy for you," she interrupts, her voice shaking just slightly, "but I'm afraid it'll sound sarcastic."

"I'm sorry." There's nothing else to say.

"I'm happy for you."

"It wasn't something I did on purpose, Nari. It's just something that... happened. Like - like you and Jason."

"Yeah. That sounds like the exact same thing."

"That’s not -"

"You know, I have to go.” He can hear the packet crackle again. “I have a long night ahead of me. Have fun at your party.”

Seokjin closes his eyes as she hangs up, slowly lowering his hand to his side and trying to remember the last conversation he’d had with Nari that ended on a good note. He’s at a loss; they seem so far gone down this road of… he’s not even sure what it is. It’s ambiguous, and Seokjin doesn’t think he has the energy to dissect their relationship anymore.

“Oi, hyung.”

He looks up to see Hoseok, dressed in baggy jeans and a Louis Vuitton jacket. “Hey. I’ll be right in.”

“Okay, cool.” He shivers. “Why are you out here by yourself? It’s freezing. Anyway,” he continues, not waiting for Seokjin to respond, “we’re setting up for karaoke to start at midnight. You’ll be there, right?”

Seokjin cracks a smile. “You’re going to have to get me more drunk for that.”

“Not a problem.” Hoseok claps his hands. “Have you seen Namjoon?” When Seokjin shakes his head, he frowns. “Strange. I haven’t seen him for a while. Thought I’d ask Kaya but I can’t find her either. I’ll keep looking.” With that, he disappears back inside.

Meanwhile, Dilara walks up to Jungkook near the bar, who seems to have finally emerged from his cave. “You are an idiot,” she says by way of greeting, slapping his shoulder. “You told me Seokjin’s girlfriend was called Nari.”

Jungkook frowns incredulously “No, I didn’t. I specifically said she wasn’t his girlfriend.”

She rolls her eyes. “Fine, you told me his not-girlfriend was named Nari and apparently it’s Seulgi. Almost made a huge faux pas out there,” she informs him, giving him a glare. “You aren’t drinking?” she asks after a moment, noticing his hunched figure, hands inside the pockets of his baggy jeans.

“Uh, sure.” He watches as she assembles two rum and coke mixes and hands him one. “Thanks.” He takes a sip and gags. “Wow, that’s strong. But I don’t hate it. And, hey, about before -” He winces apologetically. “Sorry. I was giving you a hard time.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” she says immediately. “I totally understand. Being the only single person in a paddock full of drivers parading around their gorgeous girlfriends made me pretty sick, too, so I get it. Which is why I’ve decided to solve that problem for you,” she adds brightly. “I’m going to make you happy as well.”

Jungkook wrinkles his nose. “Gross.”

Dilara gives him a blank look. “Right. Okay. I’m going to set you up.”

“No.”

“So what we’re going to do is - well, you’re going to tell me your type and I’m going to find it.”

“I don’t have a type.”

“Everybody has a type,” she says calmly, taking a satisfying sip of her drink. “Even tall can be a type. Seriously, Jungkook.” She pats his shoulder. “Think.”

“Dilara, I don’t want you to set me up.”

“But I’m really good at it!” she insists.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Pierre Gasly and his current girlfriend?” She gives him a knowing look. “I’m the one who set them up together. Well, I saw her at a party and pointed her out to him, but that’s pretty much the same thing,” she amends, shrugging. “Oh, also: Lexie and Chris.”

“Lexie and Chris?” Jungkook scoffs. “How’s that going?”

“Not good,” she admits, “but it will get better.”

“Wait, Lexie and Chris? Your friends?” he asks incredulously. “Are they even talking to each other?”

“They are, sometimes, when the situation demands it,” she snaps. “But we’re getting off track here. Look, it doesn’t have to be a relationship. Just… you know, have a good time tonight. You’re hot - you don’t even need to try very hard. Just flirt, get her a drink, dance with her.” Dilara shrugs easily before noticing the look of horror on his face.

“I’ve performed on stage for six hours on an empty stomach and even that sounds easier than what you just said.”

“Give yourself some credit. You’re better with girls than you think.” Dilara pats his shoulder encouragingly. “Just give it a try. It’ll be fun - and then we can go on group dates!”

“Group dates,” he repeats.

“Yes. You and your girl, me and Tae, Namjoon and Kaya.” She raises her eyebrows excitedly. “Seokjin and Seulgi. Jimin and his… situation.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath. “No offence,” he says, taking another sip of his drink, “but that sounds like the worst plan ever.”

“You’re being a real downer, you know that?”

He sighs. “Fine,” he mutters, bumping her shoulder. “Who do you want to set me up with?”

“First, your type,” states Dilara, getting right back on track. “Blond or brunette?”

“Blond.”

“Oh.” She scans the living room, peers into the kitchen and the few people exiting the washrooms and bedrooms. “Okay. That narrows it down to that one girl exactly, over there.” She points to a few people standing near a painting. “The tall one, with the boobs.”

“Sounds like my type,” mutters Jungkook, sparing her a brief glance.

“Really?”

“No,” he answers, rolling his eyes. “I told you, I don’t have a type.”

“Everybody has a type -” Dilara is interrupted when she feels a pair of arms go around her waist, the toe-curlingly familiar scent of Sauvage wafting over. “Oh, hey, babe,” she murmurs.

“Finally,” mutters Jungkook, as Taehyung kisses the side of her head.

“What are you guys talking about?” He asks as she rests comfortably against his chest. “What are we doing?”

“We are trying to set Jungkook’s single arse up with someone,” she says, dodging his finger flick to her temple.

“Really?” Taehyung looks at the crowd in interest. “Who?”

“Well, we’re looking for his type.” Dilara points at the blonde girl again. “Apparently that’s his type.”

“Jungkook doesn’t have a type.”

“Thank you,” groans Jungkook. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her.”

“Everybody has a type - hey, Namjoon!” She waves him and Kaya over, both looking appropriately buzzed. As they near them, Dilara pretends not to notice the blooming hickey on his neck or the tiny rip high up on Kaya’s sheer stockings.

“Hey, guys,” she says, olive skin glowing. “Wow, I could use a drink,” she murmurs, making a beeline for the liquor.

“The rum is highly recommended,” says Dilara, moving over slightly. “Namjoon, what’s your type?”

Namjoon frowns at her, clearly lost, and glances at Taehyung and Jungkook. “Um… whiskey?” he guesses.

Dilara squints, while Taehyung snorts at the look on his face. Kaya turns around with her fresh drink and raises her eyebrows at their confusion. “Honey, I don’t think that’s what they meant,” she tells Namjoon in a low voice.

Fortunately for him, Hoseok pops his head into the group. “Everyone having a good time?” he asks cheerfully, throwing an arm around Namjoon and Jungkook each. “Karaoke at midnight, remember. Ladies, you, too. Gwaenchanayo?” Without waiting for an answer, he pats both members on the shoulder with a grin and leaves just as abruptly as he’d appeared.

Hoseok grooves to the song playing as he makes his way through the crowd. Karaoke at midnight, as far as he’s concerned, is too late. Unfortunately, the person who’s supposed to be bringing the machine is a late-show, combined with the cake-cutting and the time it will take to actually set everything up, midnight seems like a feasible deadline.

He runs a hand through his hair, stopping by Big Hit artists and colleagues wherever he sees them, reminding them about karaoke, when he spots a familiar face he hadn’t noticed until now.

“Sooah!” Hoseok jogs up to where she’s standing with a couple of people he’s never seen before that he guesses are Taehyung’s friends from high school.

Sooah waves back and excuses herself, looking blazing and beautiful in light jeans and a full-sleeved black top, choker and make-up in place. “Good to see you, oppa,” she says, reaching up to hug him and balancing a glass of what smells like straight vodka in her other hand. “Great party, huh?”

“Happy Taehyung can do things we’d never dreamed of,” he says wisely, still bopping to the beat. “You’re not dancing?”

She gives him a mock-knowing look. “Come on, you know I don’t dance,” she says, already looking self-conscious. “No need to embarrass myself in front of this many people.”

“You’re not that bad,” he says dismissively. “Even Jimin doesn’t think so - there he is!” From seemingly out of nowhere, Hoseok grabs Jimin from in between the crowd and pulls him over to join them. “Look who’s here!”

Jimin blushes, his expression staying carefully neutral. “Hi Sooah,” he says stiffly, taking a conspicuous sip of his vodka and cranberry drink. “Having fun?”

“The most,” she replies, contrastingly looking right at him. “How’ve you been?”

“Just swell.” He clears his throat, hearing how ridiculous and awkward he sounds. “You?” Then, before he can stop himself, he asks, “Alex isn’t with you?”

Sooah pauses for a fraction of a second before answering. “Not tonight, no.”

There’s a moment again when neither of them speaks, Jimin’s mind going a mile a minute at what that could possibly mean and Sooah giving him a mildly challenging look, as though daring him to ask more.

Hoseok claps his hands. “Not to change the subject or anything, but… how’s, uh, how’s Chaeyoung doing?”

She looks away from Jimin and raises her eyebrows. “Good, I think. Work’s keeping her a little busy but she’s okay.”

“Mhm, yeah. She’s, uh… she’s taking care of herself?”

“I - I guess?” Sooah frowns curiously. “She still lives with Sungmi and takes the metro to work everyday… eats lunch with her team…” She shrugs. “She’s pretty good with people.”

Hoseok wrinkles his nose. “She is?”

“Well, other people, obviously.”

“That’s good, then,” he says, nodding and looking marginally more satisfied than he was a moment ago. “I’m guessing she has some fancy New Year’s Eve plans, too?”

“Not sure, honestly. She’s out tonight, though,” adds Sooah as an afterthought. “Even I thought the day before New Year’s Eve was kind of a weird night for a date, but she seemed excited about it so I didn’t say anything… what?” She frowns in confusion at Jimin behind Hoseok, shaking his head with his eyes wide. He stops the moment Hoseok looks at him, glancing at his drink conspicuously.

“Oh. She’s on a date?” Hoseok looks as though he’s processing this. “Uh… with who?”

“Some guy from work’s friend… or something like that.” Sooah looks from Hoseok to Jimin, piecing together what may have just happened. “Why?”

Hoseok shrugs. “Just asking. We’re sure the guy’s not dangerous or anything?” He catches sight of Jimin’s raised eyebrows and gives him a look. “I’ve known her since she was a kid; it’s not so weird to wonder if she’s out alone at night with some tool.”

“He’s probably not a tool,” says Sooah after a moment.

Hoseok nods thoughtfully. “Okay, then. Don’t forget about karaoke. Midnight.” With that, he leaves.

Sooah raises her eyebrows. “I’ll have what he’s having,” she says dryly.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming,” says Jimin, cutting to the chase, hearing the accusation in his voice.

“Taehyung and I are friends.”

He gives her a look. “How come Alex isn’t here? Is he working?”

She shrugs. “Yeah, he is. But the reason he’s not here is because we broke up. Because of you,” she adds, smiling calmly.

Jimin scoffs incredulously. “Wow. You know, I can’t wait to hear how this is my fault.”

Sooah sighs. There’s no part of her that thought she could get away with not having this conversation tonight. There’s a big enough part of her that wants to. Chaeyoung seems to know what’s going on - even Alex, bless his heart, seemed to have a decent inkling of her reasons for breaking up with him. The only person who doesn’t seem to know it is Jimin and, until a couple of weeks ago, Sooah herself.

“Can we talk somewhere quiet?”

—

The hallway outside Taehyung’s apartment is quieter and - mercifully - centrally heated. They sit beside each other on the marble floor, backs to the wall like it hasn’t been almost a decade in the making.

“You can’t seriously be blaming me for your break-up.” Jimin begins in a low voice, sullenly staring at his pink drink. “That party was… ages ago. He seemed fine at Big Hit after that - and if you’re telling me it’s because we’re exes, then that’s just lame. I don’t know what else to tell you.”

Sooah turns to him. “Are you done?” When he doesn’t answer, his side profile looking so different from the one she remembers from their youth that she resists the urge to touch his jaw, she sighs. “He didn’t break up with me. I broke up with him.”

Jimin frowns. “Why? I thought you liked him. And he was nice… ish.”

She ignores this. “It turns out I may have been self-sabotaging my relationship unknowingly, because…” This is embarrassing. “You know what? Forget it.”

“Wait, no.” He holds her back by shoulder even though she hadn’t tried to get up. “You were sabotaging it because of me? What - what did I do?”

“You broke up with me over a text, Jimin. That’s what you did,” she blurts, shaking her head and looking away.

Jimin is quiet for a moment. “Sooah…” He sighs, and she doesn’t know if she’s imagining the note of annoyance in it. “It’s been five years, Sooah. You can’t tell me that’s why -”

“Yeah, I know it’s been five years,” she interrupts. “Five years since you went from normal guy to idol, from the guy who walked me home from school to the guy who… couldn’t even tell me he was going away on tour until he was leaving,” she mutters, feeling the old resentment flair up again.

“Sooah…”

“And you never even apologised,” she interrupts again. “You just went on with your life. No, you know what?” she continues when he opens his mouth. “I get why you would want to break up. It was probably too hard and you were too busy and even though I think I could’ve handled it,” she clarifies, holding up a hand, “I think I deserved a conversation. I thought we were… close enough for that,” she finishes in a small voice.

Jimin is quiet. Sooah swallows, but she can’t bring herself to regret this outburst. It feels cathartic to get this out; anything beyond this is in Jimin’s hands.

“Sooah.” He pauses, but his voice is heavy with ghosts of the past. “I didn’t think I could tell you, okay?” he says, head bent low.

“Why not?”

“Because you were Kim Sooah, and you would’ve found someone else like that.” He snaps his fingers, sounding sullen - and mildly embarrassed. “Has it ever occurred to you that maybe it was hard for me, too? Knowing that I’d be gone and you would be here with… options?”

He sounds hurt, not meeting her eyes. Sooah stares at him, then slaps his shoulder - hard.

“What the fuck?”

“No, I get to say that!” she retorts, sitting on her knees and facing him. “What the hell do you mean by options? Did you think I would cheat on you?”

“No! Just that you were - you…” He winces, struggling. “You were Kim Sooah!”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“That you were you!” Jimin exclaims, looking hassled. “You didn’t need to wait around for someone who would never be there! You deserved better, you could do better and it honestly wouldn’t have taken long for you to find that out! Call me selfish, but I didn’t want to be halfway around the world and get a text from you, saying you were dating someone else,” he finishes, panting slightly.

She raises her eyebrows incredulously. “So you texted me first instead?”

“Yes. It sucked, but it was still better than finding out you were dating Daehyun or something.”

“If you bring up Daehyun one more time, I’m going to throw my drink in your face, Park Jimin.”

“You wouldn’t dare. This is Gucci.”

“Try me.”

They stare at each other for a few seconds, jaws clenched with shared emotion. Sooah’s eyes roam over his face, his sharp jawline, the pouty lips - and she can’t fathom how the cocky rookie idol she was in love with, millions of girls at his feet, still didn’t know what he was.

“I’m sorry, Sooah.”

She nods, sitting back down on her hips, her shoulders touching his comfortably. “I’m sorry, too.”

“Is that why you broke up with Alex?” he mumbles a few moments later. “You thought he’d break up with you over a text?”

It’s a reductive way to put it, but Sooah simply shrugs. “He didn’t have the time, anyway. He needed to focus on his work.”

“Speaking as someone who needed to focus on the same work,” he says hesitantly, his hand brushing the corner of hers on the floor, “you were always worth it.”

She bites her lip, glad he can’t see her face - or her blush. “Don’t get cheesy on me, Chim,” she murmurs, looping her pinky with his.

“I love this song,” he says, referring to the changing track inside the house, only muffled sounds reaching them. “Dance with me?”

“Not nearly drunk enough for that.”

“Let’s fix that, then.” He gets to his feet gracefully and tugs at her wrist. “I know where Taehyung keeps the expensive vodka.”

—

It’s almost eleven pm when Yoongi, after his second scotch, fishes out his pack of cigarettes. He looks up to see Taehyung bopping towards him with a tumbler of whiskey in one hand.

“Hyung!” Still bopping, he turns to stand next to Yoongi and throws an enthusiastic arm over his shoulder. “Where are you going?”

“For a smoke. Want to come?”

“Oh. No. I’m trying to quit.” Taehyung deliberately averts his gaze from the pack and Yoongi’s eyes flicker to Dilara standing with Kaya at the far end of the room.

“Okay, then. I’ll see you in -“ Yoongi stops abruptly in his tracks when he sees a familiar figure. “Not that I care,” he begins, feeling oddly calm, “but who invited Kang freaking Chanel to this party?”

Taehyung raises his eyebrows and turns to the door to see Miso walking in, slender shoulders slightly hunched and taking in the demeanour with a blank expression as she enters with what looks like her date, someone Yoongi recognises from the marketing department. They don’t even acknowledge each other; her eyes scan the crowd cursorily and she pokes her tongue into her cheek, as though she’s already thought of five different things she doesn’t like about this party.

Already irritated, Yoongi turns to Taehyung for an answer.

“It’s a party, hyung,” is all he says, shrugging and clinking their glasses encouragingly. “I know she’s not your favourite person, but I think you two could be friends, too. She reminds me of you sometimes.” He grins and walks away to greet Miso, oblivious to Yoongi’s annoyance.

He needs a smoke more than ever now. He goes to the balcony, braving the freezing air, and gets through two whole cigarettes before his fingers turn to ice and he’s forced to return to the party. Miso is at the bar now, holding a drink and surveying the crowd with mild interest. Her date is nowhere to be seen.

Yoongi walks over to her, suddenly empathising with Jimin’s annoyance at Taehyung’s popularity. She spots him just as he reaches her.

“I really didn’t expect to see you here,” he says dryly. “Having fun?”

“Tons,” she answers. Her hair is partly pulled back; there’s something different about her face but he can’t quite put his finger on it. “I didn’t expect to be here either.”

“Taehyung says you’re friends.”

“He’s being generous. I was looking forward to seeing you, though,” she adds innocently. “At a party, surrounded by people. Out of your natural habitat.”

Yoongi knows better than to be offended, especially as she looks far more out of place than she does. “You knew I’d be here,” he states.

“Well, I guessed, since you and Taehyung are in a band and all together,” she replies seriously, as though having deduced something major. “One which is famous for many things, including being attached at the hip for three hundred days of the year.”

“You think we get sixty-five days off in the year?” He scoffs. “That’s being generous.”

Miso mock-gasps. “Min Suga complaining about work? After the high, high horse he was on a few days ago when I dared to whine about pulling an all-nighter?” She clicks her tongue, ignoring Yoongi’s roll of the eyes. “Where’s your passion, Yoongi?”

“In a studio, or a stage somewhere.” He finishes the last sip of his scotch, barely feeling the burn anymore. “Can’t stand the press junkets, if I’m being honest.”

To his surprise, she simply nods and says nothing more. She’s wearing make-up, he realises with a start. Her eyes are lined and her lips are a slightly different colour; something about the fact that she’s made an effort surprises Yoongi.

“Am I the only one at this party drinking scotch?” she asks after a moment, glancing at the bottle on the bar. “Or one of two. It looks untouched.”

Yoongi, who was just about to pour himself a third, pauses and picks up the whiskey instead. “Probably.”

“Don’t you have anyone else you’d rather be hanging out with at this party?”

“Probably,” he repeats. “But it’s Taehyung’s party and I wouldn’t be a very good friend if I left one of his guests alone. Or a very good boss,” he adds.

A brief grin flashes across Miso’s face but doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Good to know you take all aspects of your job so seriously. Must be why you’re such a good boss.”

“Yeah, that tends to happen when you work hard all your life for something with nothing to lose.”

“Obviously, I wouldn’t know anything about that.”

“Obviously.”

There’s a momentary pause that can go either way that they’re both used to by now. “You know, you really don’t have to stand here with me,” she repeats flatly. “If I’m pulling you away from something else.”

“No offence, but I’m probably the closest thing you have to a friend at this party.”

“None taken. This isn’t the kind of get-together I’d expect to have any friends at anyway.”

Is any? But Yoongi resists the urge to ask, knowing it’ll serve no purpose but to sour his mood even further. He could almost cry with relief when Namjoon walks over to them, nodding politely at Miso.

“Good to see you, Namjoon,” she says, raising her glass in response.

“You, too, of course.” He smiles his camera smile, and Yoongi almost gags. “Having a good time?”

“Yes, absolutely. Yoongi has been keeping me company.”

Namjoon’s eyes dart to Yoongi’s stony expression, the smile still frozen on his face. “That’s… so Yoongi.”

“It is.” She places her empty glass on the bar behind her. “If you’ll both excuse me, I’m going to find the ladies’ room.” With a brief smile, she sidles away.

“Kill me now,” mutters Yoongi, finishing the rest of his drink in one go.

Namjoon suppresses a snort. “You don’t have to hang out with her. Didn’t she come with someone?”

Yoongi shrugs noncommittally when Kaya joins them, coming up from behind her boyfriend. “Hey, guys,” she says, sounding a bit like she’s panting and leaning slightly into Namjoon’s side. “Sorry, am I interrupting?”

“Not at all,” answers Yoongi.

“What’s up?” Namjoon asks, placing an automatic hand on her back. “Everything okay?”

“Uh, yeah.” She fluffs out her hair. “Do you guys know the guy over there?” she asks nonchalantly, running a hand down the hem of her navy blue dress. “The one standing by the speaker, in the green jacket?”

Both Yoongi and Namjoon turn to look, spotting the bottle green jacket and the man wearing it, drinking a beer by himself and looking vaguely in their direction.

Yoongi meets his eyes for a fraction of a second before the guy looks away. “He’s in the marketing team, I think.”

“Oh.” Kaya nods. “Is he a friend of yours?”

“Not really,” says Namjoon, frowning. “Why?”

She bites her lip and shakes her head. “No reason.” She reaches for Namjoon’s drink which he lets go of absently. Yoongi notices their eyes meet briefly - knowingly - and Namjoon’s jaw clench slightly as he looks back in the same direction.

Yoongi looks at the floor and closes his eyes, feeling for the familiar shape in his pocket. He needs another smoke.

“Aye, hyung,” comes Hoseok’s voice, just before he steps outside. “You’re staying for karaoke, right?”

“Sure. Do I have to sing?”

“Everybody has to sing.” Hoseok flashes him a grin and pats his shoulder. “See you then.” Leaving Yoongi to himself, he makes his way over to Jimin and Sooah, both in a remarkably better mood than they were before.

“Hyung!” Jimin spots him and waves him over, the other hand holding Sooah’s as she stumbles to the music. “How’s it going?”

Hoseok raises his eyebrows in appreciation, for up close, both of them are also far more drunk than they were before.

“You should be dancing with Jimin,” chimes in Sooah before Hoseok can answer. “Because I’m totally out of my depth.”

Jimin bursts out laughing and they dissolve into giggles. Hoseok doesn’t bother suppressing a smile, giving Jimin a knowing nudge when Sooah’s phone rings in her pocket.

“Oh, it’s Chae!” she exclaims before answering it. “Hey! Happy new year! I mean -“ She turns to Jimin and whispers loudly over the music. “What’s today’s date?”

“New year’s eve!”

“Are you sure?”

“No, wait -“ Jimin’s eyes go wide as he thinks about it, during which Hoseok smoothly snatched the phone from Sooah’s limp hand.

“- don’t want to go with him,” comes Chaeyoung’s voice, sounding slightly panicked. “Could you send me the number of that cab company? The one you said you used for those guests? It’ll be expensive but at least I can -“

“Wait, you’re not taking a cab in the middle of the night,” blurts out Hoseok without thinking.

“What the hell?” There’s a pause before she speaks again. “Hoseok? How did you - where’s Sooah?”

“She’s… occupied,” he says, glancing sideways at the owner of the phone, now engaged in a forehead-flicking game with Jimin. “Where are you?”

“I’m… with a friend.” The hesitation in her voice is unmistakable, like she’s hiding something from a parent. “I just wanted a number from Sooah -“

“I know you’re on a date, Chaeyoung,” he interrupts, feeling his stomach squirm uncomfortably. “Did he… is something wrong? Do you need to be picked up?”

“I -“ Her pause is enough of an answer. “I don’t want to put you out,” she says at last. “I mean, I’m fine. I just… want to leave.”

“Text me your address. And send me your live location,” he adds before hanging up and placing the phone in Sooah’s hand.

Hoseok has never been more glad that he hasn’t had a single thing to drink all night. His tolerance is nothing to brag about in any case and he wants to be alert for karaoke, his favourite section of any party. The atmosphere was enough to create a buzz in him, all of which got channelled straight into driving through the streets of Seoul until he reaches Chaeyoung’s location.

Chaeyoung is exactly where her location said when he left Taehyung’s house, meaning she hasn’t moved since then. The street is choked with traffic, though, so he parks a little way away and sets off the last three hundred metres on foot, jogging until he sees her sitting at a bus stand outside a pub. There’s a small frown on her forehead as she looks around which fades instantly the moment she spots him.

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing she says when he reaches her. She stands up and pulls her coat around her. “And thank you.”

“Are you okay?” Hoseok is about to grab her shoulders but stops himself. Her cheeks are flushed - hopefully from the cold - and her silver hoops move as she nods.

“I’m fine,” she reassures him, but still sounds shaky. “I just want to go home and -” She shudders. “I don’t want to go home with him.”

Hoseok doesn’t either. In a rare moment of relief and exasperation, he takes a step forward and hugs her with one arm, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly. “Come on. I’ll take you home.”

“I know you were a party,” she tries again as they begin walking, “and I wouldn’t have asked you -”

“You didn’t. Now stop apologising.” Hoseok slows his pace when he notices her heels. “What happened with your date, though? Did he… try something?”

Chaeyoung shakes her head, not looking at him. “No. Worse.”

A fear grips at his heart. Struggling to keep his voice steady because he doesn’t want to scare her, he tries again. “What - what happened?”

She looks up at him, considering it. “You’ll make fun of me,” she says finally, eyes narrowed. “Or worse, you’ll agree with him. And then I’ll have to jump into the river.”

“You can’t swim.”

“Exactly.”

Somewhere, Hoseok’s heart starts to slow down. This is most Chaeyoung thing, really, and he can’t understand if he’s relieved or annoyed. “I promise I won’t make fun of you,” he states. “And if it was really bad, I’ll beat him up. Okay?”

Chaeyoung gives him a small smile. “That’s sweet. But he’s twice your size.”

“Fine. I’ll get Jungkook to do it, then. I can probably bribe him with a popsicle.” He’s glad she half-chuckles at that. “Why won’t you just tell me? I really don’t think I would agree with him,” he says after a moment.

She observes for a few seconds, then takes a deep breath. “He said… he said I was too loud.”

That’s not what he was expecting. “What?”

“He said I was too loud and -” She sighs, and the words come out faster. “Part of me gets it because he’s not the first person to say it, but part of me also had to - I mean, the music was already loud in there and he wouldn’t be able to hear me -”

“Wait, he really said you were too loud?”

“Actually, I think his real problem was that I was talking too much.” She winces in embarrassment, eyes still on the ground.

“What did he say?”

“He said that I was talking too much.” She shakes her head. “And then, of course, I got self-conscious about it and started practically counting the number of words I was saying - it just threw me off completely.”

Hoseok chuckles without humour and glances at Chaeyoung, who’s looking up at him doubtfully. “Okay, first of all? He’s a loser. If he can’t take it, then… he’s a loser. Second of all,” he continues, “you don’t talk all that much.”

Her eyes widen in hope. “Really?”

He pauses. “Okay, maybe you talk a little more than the average person but - but -” He repeats, squeezing her shoulders as she gasps and drops her face into her hands, “it is a trait that a lot of people find cute and endearing. And if he’s not one of them, then he’s not the guy for you,” he finishes.

“You think it’s cute and endearing?”

“I mean. Theoretically.” He shrugs awkwardly. “Sure. You just have to find the right guy for that. And he’s around here somewhere.”

“And I need to stay away from the guys who think it’s annoying.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Great. So that’s him and… well, you.” She laughs sarcastically. “Two guys on the list. Perfect.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes as they near his car. This conversation took a very different turn from where his mind had gone when she’d called Sooah; the fear he’d felt is only just occurring to him.

“Walk on the inside of the pavement,” he mutters, holding her shoulders and moving to her other side. “And you’re not that annoying.”

“I’m not?”

“No,” he mutters, beeping his car open and going to the driver’s seat as she goes the other way.

“So you find it cute and endearing?”

“Don’t push it.”

Chaeyoung rolls her eyes but looks marginally more cheerful as she straps herself in. “Wait, how do you know my address?” she asks, frowning at the GPS on the screen.

“Because I came to your house.” He glances at her as he reverses. “For your roommate’s party, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. That was so long ago, though.”

Hoseok doesn’t answer and Chaeyoung doesn’t push. It takes them about twenty minutes to get to her apartment in Hongdae and he has the same sense of foreboding as he did the last time at the sight of her desolate neighbourhood that just screams unsafe.

“Um…” He clears his throat as she unbuckles her seatbelt. “Is your roommate home?”

“Sungmi?” Chaeyoung shakes her head. “She’s staying at her boyfriend’s. She’s been doing that a lot lately - I think they’re planning to move in together which seems like a mistake, honestly. He smokes way too much and she can’t even -”

“Wait, you’re going to be alone?”

She frowns, a little peeved at being interrupted. “Yeah. I’m a big girl. I know how to lock my front door.”

Hoseok purses his lips and nods slowly. “Okay,” he begins, looking her right in the eye. “Do not bite my head off when I say this… but is there anyone else you can stay with tonight?”

Chaeyoung opens her mouth, then sighs. “It’s almost midnight. I can’t just barge into somebody’s house.”

“This is not a safe neighbourhood,” he implores. “You know that, right?”

Her momentary silence and aversion of her gaze tells him she knows. “I don’t have any other -”

“Can I take you to my apartment?”

Her eyes widen. “Oppa, you’ve - you’ve done enough for me tonight. I can’t ask you to -”

“You’re not asking. I’m asking.” He stares at her, hoping she won’t be Chaeyoung about this. “Can I take you home? So that you aren’t alone in your empty apartment, without your questionable roommate in an shady part of the city?”

“I -” She bites her lip uncomfortably. “Won’t that be weird? Me, squatting in your house while you’re off at a party? It’ll be like I’m using you.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic. You stayed over at Sooah’s last month.”

“Yeah, but that’s because it was late and we were drinking. Oh, and she was actually there,” she adds dryly.

He sighs, knowing how stubborn she can be about this. “Well, I didn’t want to say anything, but I was looking for a reason to get out of that party, so…” He shrugs. “This seems like a good one.”

“No way.” Chaeyoung shakes her head. “It’s your friend’s birthday, you can’t possibly -”

“Yeah, I can. Everyone’s just getting wasted and indulging in PDA. There’s nothing for me at that party. Honest,” he adds, not breaking eye contact for a moment. “Also… Chan would kill me if -”

“There it is.” Chaeyoung rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t look too annoyed. “Fine. As long as it’s just for Chan.”

There’s a twinkle in her eye when she says it. Hoseok bites his lip and holds her gaze before looking away, thinking privately that karaoke would have to wait for the next party.

“Only for Chan.”

—

It’s late, and the party has entered the leg of debauchery where some people have started making the decision to go home.

Yoongi stands with Seokjin and Seulgi, both of whom look appropriately tired for one a.m. He likes Seulgi; he’s sure he’s seen her at Big Hit before but this is the first time he’s properly been introduced and while he knows Seokjin is usually private about his dating life, he can’t help but admire how put together they look. Tall, modest, comfortable in their own skin - and around each other.

They also know how to exist in comfortable silence, which is why Yoongi can’t help but feel sorry when Seokjin announces they’re going to leave.

“I need my beauty sleep,” he says wryly, “obviously.”

Seulgi glances at her phone and looks up at him. “Do you mind if we stop by Big Hit to pick up a friend? She had to work late. Her apartment is on the way to mine,” she points out.

“Yeah, of course.” Giving Yoongi a small wave, they head out with their fingers interlinked.

Yoongi considers making a move himself. He wants to stop by an electronics store in the morning on the way to the studio and if he’s being honest, this party reached beyond his depth a while ago. He does a once-over of the crowd, looking for Taehyung, but doesn’t see him. He does see Jimin and Sooah, however, passionately bickering as they continuously toss their shiny hair out of their eyes.

Jungkook stands with a girl, looking somewhat awkward but smiling nevertheless. Hoseok is nowhere to be seen, which is odd, given how excited he was about the karaoke session which began and ended without him. Yoongi had been forced into a rap battle with Namjoon, something neither of them wanted but played along with anyway, and the fact that Hoseok escaped it isn’t lost on Yoongi.

Across the living room, he sees Namjoon talking and laughing with a couple of other artists, but every few seconds his gaze darts across the room to Kaya, who’s sitting on a dining chair opposite Dilara. Both the girls look like they’re having fun, with drinks in their hands and talking animatedly, pausing when Taehyung stops by and kneels next to Dilara, clearly asking them if they’re alright.

Both girls nod and they say something, followed by them clinking their glasses and downing their drinks. Taehyung grins and pats Dilara’s thigh, kissing her cheek and going back to the party. Yoongi glances back at Namjoon, who’s now looking furtively at the guy in the green jacket before going back to Kaya, and then to his conversation.

He doesn’t know what it is, whether it’s the fact that Namjoon is being compelled to keep an eye on his girlfriend at a crowded party, or that everything was fine until she got here, but Yoongi finds himself walking down Taehyung’s hallway, checking the rooms for any sign of Miso.

It isn’t until he reaches the end that he opens the door to a dimly lit room with one light switched on, an abandoned video game on the television, and a lone figure at the pool table. Miso, leaning over the table and about to shoot, looks up with a start and relaxes when she sees who it is.

“Is this like a coping thing?” He can’t help but ask. “Finding a pool table wherever you are?”

“You could say that. Although this one is much less crowded than the one at Big Hit.” She aims and shoots, and a bright red ball falls neatly into one of the pockets.

Yoongi closes the door behind him. “Are you playing with yourself?”

“Is that your way of asking me if you can join? You know, as the closest thing I have to a friend here?”

He closes his eyes and counts to five before speaking. He’s sufficiently drunk now, enough that his usual restraint is compromised.

“Where’s your date?” he asks abruptly.

Miso frowns, moving to another side of the table and taking aim. “My what?”

“Your date. The guy you came with?” Yoongi exhales. “The one in the green jacket.”

“Oh.” She takes aim and shoots, straightening up as another ball rolls into a corner pocket. “He’s not my date.”

“No?”

“No.”

“You came here with him.”

“I did.” She nods, unfazed. “But I’ve said more words to you tonight than I have to him. Ever.”

Yoongi processes this, his vision swimming slightly. He takes a deep breath and wills himself to focus. “Then… why are you here with him?”

Miso is silent for a moment, taking aim again. But she doesn’t shoot. “Do you know who he is?”

“Yeah. He’s in Marketing.”

“Do you know how he got the job?”

“I’m guessing similar to how you did?”

She chuckles without humour and pockets another ball. The sound of the balls knocking together makes him flinch. “Funny.” She moves past him to stand beside him at the table, and he catches a faint scent of something expensive. “Do you know who his grandmother is?”

It takes Yoongi a few seconds longer than it usually would, but he blames it on the alcohol. Flashes of Big Hit’s most recent advertisements, sponsorship gossip and investor information comes to mind, and he nods.

“He’s a chaebol,” he states.

“Yeah. And his grandmother has recently come into a lot of money that she’s looking to invest… and my father is looking for an investment.” She pauses for a moment longer before bending forward again, this time shooting with force. A purple ball ricochets off one side and rolls into a pocket across the table.

Yoongi bites his lip, so many words coming to his mind but unable to make it out. “And she wants to see her grandson… what? Dating? Married?”

Miso moves to the opposite side of the table and her utter lack of expression seems much more forced now. “As much as I appreciate your interest in my life, Yoongi,” she says quietly, eyes trained on the eight-ball, “we’re not nearly close enough to talk about this yet.”

Yoongi licks his lips, lost for words for once. They’ve clashed before, almost every single time they’ve ever spoken. But she hasn’t quite shut down like this, not even when he’d been to her house - as her date, he realises with a start.

“I wasn’t prying,” he says.

“Yeah, you were.” She moves her arm like she’s about to shoot before apparently rethinking it, and changes her position. “But it’s okay. Can’t alienate the closest thing I have to a friend here, can I?”

Yoongi’s fingers tighten around his glass. It doesn’t seem as though he can ever win with her and it frustrates him beyond belief.

“Well, right now, he’s outside making my actual friend uncomfortable.” The words come out before he can stop them. Miso, who shoots right then, snaps up to look at him and the ball misses the pocket by an inch. “So you might want to tell him to cut it out.”

Her eyes flicker with something. Before Yoongi can process it, she averts her eyes and aims for the eight ball again. “I’m not responsible for him.” She pauses and he can see her jaw clench. “And it’s very telling that I’m the one you choose to warn, not him.”

“I’m not warning -”

He’s interrupted by the loud sound of the balls again, the eight ball making its way into a pocket this time, right next to where his hand is resting on the table. He snatches his hand away out of instinct, by which time Miso has put the cue back and is on her way out.

“Nice talking to you, Min Suga,” she mutters, brushing past him. “See you in the studio tomorrow.”

Yoongi watches her leave, exhaling loudly when she’s out. It’s incessant, the aggravation she inspires in him. With nothing left to say, he aims a kick at Taehyung’s pool table before following her out.

–

Kaya runs a hand through her long hair, forcing her fingers through the tangles at the end. The music has transcended to something older and calmer - if her mind were swimming less, she’d probably be able to identify it.

As it is, her focus is trained on her feet and their ability to stand straight on her high heels so she doesn’t stumble. She’s admiring a picture of Taehyung’s dog on the mantle when someone else joins her. Her gut warns her before she even registers who it is.

“There you are,” he says, voice the same soft and disconcerting one as before. His English is heavily accented and Kaya tries not to make eye contact. “I love this song.”

She nods noncommittally, taking a step away from him and looking up surreptitiously at where she’d last seen Namjoon, but he isn’t there anymore. She wonders if this person had been keeping tabs on Namjoon, approaching her the one minute he’s nowhere to be seen.

“How about one last drink?”

“No, thanks,” she mutters, panicking slightly when she hears herself slur. She clears her throat and is about to leave when a girl, lanky and i.man all black, comes in between them and grabs his arm.

“Let’s go,” she tells him, her back to Kaya. “It’s late - and you still have to drop me home.”

The guy looks like he’s about to argue for a moment but then sighs and walks away. The girl makes to follow him but not before catching Kaya’s eye.

“Are you okay?” she mutters, pausing. Her English is accented, too, but differently. Kaya’s hazy guess is Australian; she nods anyway.

“Thanks.”

She nods and follows her date out of the party. Kaya exhales, wondering in irritation what this guy’s problem was. She tosses her hair off her neck, feeling flushed, when she feels a pair of hands come on her hips from behind and she jumps.

“Shit,” she gasps, seeing Namjoon behind her and allowing him to pull her to his chest. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, kissing the side of her neck. “Do you want to head out?”

“Yes,” she says instantly, realising how tired she is. “Think I’m partied out for the weekend.”

“Okay. I’m going to grab my jacket from the bedroom - should I get yours, too?”

“Do you know which one it is?”

He gives her an obvious sort of look and departs, returning about a minute later in a leather jacket and with her black coat, slung over his arm.

“Should we say bye to Taehyung?” She asks as he helps her into it. “I saw him just a minute ago -“

“He looks kind of busy.” Namjoon gestures with his eyebrows to where Taehyung and Dilara are in the middle of the living room, two of the handful of people still dancing, arms around each other and kissing without a care in the world as they sway to the music.

It’s unexpected but sweet, especially when they break away for a moment, foreheads touching and mouths moving in soft words only they can hear. It feels like an intensely private moment; Kaya looks away and nudges Namjoon.

“I don’t think he’ll really care if we leave,” she suggests, nodding when he chuckles and turns to the door.

“The magic of brand new relationships,” says Namjoon wisely as they leave, squeezing Kaya’s hand.

Kaya is still thinking about his words when they reach his house. The car drops them at the gate and they walk inside, the quiet night a nice reprieve from the loud party. Most of her focus is on placing one foot ahead of the other, but the remaining is on the sweet scene they’d encountered before leaving.

“Do you think we still have the magic?” She asks curiously, focus still on the ground. “Or do you think it’s faded?”

Namjoon scoffs slightly. “You and me? Of course not.” He tugs at their clasped hands.

She’s glad at how quick his response was, but she can’t help but prod further. “Sure? Because it’s been… almost three years. Wouldn’t be completely unheard of.”

“Do you not remember what we did three hours ago in one of Taehyung’s guest bedrooms?”

Kaya laughs, her stomach fluttering at the memory. She remembers how her heart had hammered against her rib cage just before he’d kissed her in that dark room and she suddenly feels ridiculous for questioning their relationship.

She winces a bit as they continue walking, her feet giving up in the heels. Namjoon’s building is barely a hundred metres away but it feels like miles away.

“You okay?”

“No,” she groans softly, stopping and letting go of his hand so she can place it on his shoulder for support. She picks up one foot after the other off the ground and rolls her ankles. “I can only do about four hours, tops, in these shoes.”

“Do you want to take them off?” he asks. “I’d say no because I can see at least one puddle ahead.”

“No, I can’t take them off,” she mutters, setting both her feet on the ground again and exhaling tightly. “It’s alright. I’ll be fine.”

Namjoon stays halted as she takes a few steps. “Okay, let the record show that I’m doing this to prove just how much our magic hasn’t gone anywhere,” he announces, coming up to her and gently pulling her by the waist and scooping her legs up with the other arm.

Kaya, who had somewhat expected this, giggles as she puts her arms around his neck and he starts walking. “Very show, not tell of you. Although, I didn’t actually think our magic has gone anywhere.”

“Good. Because I still find you as sexy as I did the day I met you.”

“And I still find you as sexy as I did a couple months later when you tried to glue back my Garfield mug in Amsterdam.”

“I could drop you, you know?”

She laughs again, her mind still swimming but the cold making it feel slightly better. “You would never. Not on purpose, anyway,” she amends as he carefully steps over the one puddle on their way.

“You see?” He says smugly. “I’m more capable than you think. It would have to be something huge to ever get me to - whoa!”

As though the universe has heard him, Namjoon trips over a bump in the road. He swears in Korean as they tumble down in an awkward mass of limbs, Kaya groaning as her hips hit the ground.

"Damn it," mutters Namjoon, breaking his fall with his hand. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She giggles and groans again, stretching her stocking-clad legs and leaning back on her hands. "Can we stay down here for a minute?"

Namjoon raises his eyebrows but nods. "Okay." He rests one arm over her knees, tilting his head fondly at her.

She notices. "I'm drunk," she tells him.

"I know."

“God, Dilara can drink.”

“We’ve discovered that at different points.”

"I love you."

His smile widens, the dimple popping. "I know that, too."

She leans forward slightly. "I love you," she repeats, her eyes flickering, "a lot. It scares me a little sometimes."

He frowns curiously. "Why?"

But she shakes her head. "I'm not that drunk."

"Come on, tell me," he urges, nudging her leg.

"I -" Kaya sighs and turns to him, fingering his bangs gently. "It would suck to lose you, that's all," she says softly.

"You're not going to," he says, almost instantly.

"Yeah?"

He nods and leans forward to press a kiss to her lips. "You want me to convince you of it?"

She half-chuckles. "But it's nice and cold here."

"Yeah, baby, it's freezing."

"Fine," she agrees, rolling her eyes and holding her arms up so he can help her up and wincing. "Ugh, these shoes are a nightmare."

"You looked sexy as hell, though," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck again.

She giggles. "That makes me feel a little better about how much I spent on them."

"Come on, I'll take you up," he says, sliding a hand underneath her legs and picking her up again. This time, she's prepared as she wraps her arms around his neck.

"You were right," she says as he starts walking.

"I know. About what, though?"

She slaps him lightly on the shoulder and kisses his cheek affectionately. "We haven't lost our magic," she agrees, burying her face in his neck. "Not even a little."

—

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Little Black Book: The One You Return To

Summary: There are a seven names in your Little Black Book, and you have lost all of them… or have you?

Pairing: can’t really reveal who the pairing here bc spoilers! So I’ll just say member(s?) x female oc

Rating: Explicit 🔞

Genre: e2l, S2L, established relationship, fuck buddies

Warning: mention of masturbation, mention of sex toy, a bit of angst, 69, oral (m&f receiving), fingering, ass eating, unprotected sex, mmf threesome, multiple orgasm, multiple partners

A/N: This marks the end of the series, as well as the beginning of my hiatus. Real life hasn't been kind time wise, and writing- once a way to escape- has become more of a burden and it's been very hard to put my thoughts into words for the past few months. I will leave this account open, albeit inactive, and hopefully one day I can come back and share my horny smutty ideas with you again. Love you all. Be kind to everone. Borahae.

Series Masterlist: Little Black Book

You tossed your vibrator away in frustration.

This was maddening. You used to have seven- SEVEN!- men at your disposal, and now... you had been reduced to a battery operated toy.

And it sucked.

It felt nothing like the real thing. It carried none of the musky scents of your partners. It simply whirred and made mechanical noises that were so far from the desperate groans and lusty moans that used to fill your ears. It produced no sweats, it carried no weight that could pin you down, it was just.... pathetic.

Pathetic. This was what you were.

Seven men, and none was within your reach.

After the breakup, a chasm broke out, something Jungkook liked to compare to the Avengers Civil War, with Jungkook and Yoongi taking Namjoon's side. You did not blame them for it, you understood why they were there. Jungkook obviously were dating Namjoon's little sister, and although that did not last long, it was clear where his loyalty was. Yoongi was more guilt-ridden- having your ex-boyfriend as his song writing partner would make things very awkward if you and him went back to your old schedule. You got it, you really did, and in a way you felt grateful that Namjoon had such good friends by his side, even at your expense.

Because you figured, you had Seokjin and Hoseok, right? The two who had been with you from the beginning and who had been with you through your ups and downs. The two who were the least likely to ask for any kind of commitment from you, and the most likely to give you the kind of fun you wanted without any questions asked.

Only... you seemed to have ruined that too.

It was interesting that soon after Namjoon and you called it quit, the lust came back with a vengeance. The post-break up sex you had made up for the weeks and weeks you both had gone without. It was angry, it was rough, it was as if you were reminding each other what you would miss, a lustful taunt to be the first to grovel and beg- for what, none of you knew exactly, other than you both needed to fuck each other's brains out. One last time. Over and over.

Post sex however, you went into a spiral. Showing up at Hoseok or Seokjin's apartment, body sore and heart aching, many a night you spent on their sofa, either crying or staring into space, while Seokin gamed or Hoseok monitored his dance videos. You always woke up the next morning in their spare bedrooms with your eyes swollen, they patiently fed you breakfast, waiting until your grief stage moved to anger stage. Only you were never able to move on, being stuck with your ex-boyfriend in an unhealthy loop. Seokjin finally had had enough, and so it was one afternoon in the office, Seokjin sat you down, glared at you until you blocked Namjoon's number, then called Yoongi to check if your ex had done the same with yours. When your boss got the confirmation, he patted your head and invited you to dinner at his place.

"To make sure you're okay, and that you don't unblock him."

And somehow Hoseok got in on it too, taking turns with Seokjin to watch you like a hawk until you finally moved on. You were grateful to them, but regretful too because things changed then. You still found them attractive, very painfully so, but... that was it. Nothing more. Them caring for you had erased any desire once harboured for each other. How and why this happened... that was something you were not willing to psychoanalyse.

And thus, here you were in your predicament. Naked in bed, with your toy discarded and hopefully, soon forgotten.

You unplugged your phone from the charger and scrolled through your address book. From seven, reduced to five. The last two candidates... well, that was harder to deal with than then five you had just crossed off. Taehyung, you would guess, would never talk to you until you sorted your shit with Jimin. Jimin, you would guess, would slam the door in your face if you even dared to show up at his place. And that also if you could ever swallow your pride and unblock his number.

You bit your lip.

The two blocked numbers in your phone were the two who would most welcome you, regardless where you stood with them now. You just knew it, you had a gut feeling, either Namjoon or Jimin would not turn you down. But, to make the proposition, you had to first unblock them. Just one of them. Which one, though?

Going back to Namjoon scared you- you did not want to be reduced to that crying mess again, and you were worried of Seokjin and Hoseok's reactions. Would they be angry? Upset? Would they leave you the way Jungkook and Yoongi did?

But Jimin... there was so much pride and ego you had to swallow to reach out to him. And then you'd have to explain why you ghosted him all this while. Taehyung no doubt would have updated him after you and Namjoon had watched his band play all those months ago. You knew Jimin could be petty, and you probably- no, definitely- deserved whatever anger Jimin had towards you. But you did owe him a massive apology, and maybe this was time for you to put your big girls pants on and show him how you had grown?

Namjoon or Jimin... how would you choose? Flip a coin? Just walk out and see where your feet take you?

You screamed into your empty bedroom. This was too frustrating. You just wanted a dick for fuck's sake, why was it so difficult?

Huffing, you got out of bed and went to your wardrobe to get dressed. Something casual, easy to take off but not that easy because you were not that desperate. No, no. Not desperate. Not at all. Your everyday underwear, at home bra, an old tshirt, hoodie and pants. Yes, perfect. Casual. Understated sexy. Good.

You picked your phone from the bed. Back to the main question- who would you call. The ex or the who could've been. Pick one. But how? Don't think. Just pick one for fuck's sake.

And so you did. You unblocked the number. You shot him a quick message. Hey, can I come over?

The reply came as quickly. Sure. Still the same passcode.

Same address. Same passcode to his door. Your heart clenched. It was too late to back out. There would be a lot of explaining to do, but you were going to get that dick. Hopefully.

You grabbed your bag and walked out of your apartment.

TONIGHT

He moans shamelessly as you take his cock whole, the head pushing against your throat, your lips adjusting around his girth. Laying on top of him, you readjust so you can take him more, but he pulls you back so he can continue eating your pussy. Both your mouths and tongues working on each other's ex, drawing out muffled moans and groans that only add to the pleasure.

A finger enters your cunt, then two, the pace frantic and hurried, making you unable to focus on sucking his cock. Your hand takes over, stroking his full length, wet and slick from your saliva.

"Ah, fuck Princess, you're so wet," he hums against your sex.

You arch your back when he dives in again, his tongue and fingers pulling screams out of you now. His cock forgotten, you lie helplessly on top of him, surrendering your body to him, for him to take you to your climax. He pulls you higher, to finger fuck you faster and harder, while his tongue whirls over your clit. Your body writhe, your legs shake. He removes his fingers and focuses on your clit now.

Close, so so close.

Then you feel it. His hands on your ass cheeks, groping and squeezing them, parting them. Your holes clench tight. A cool liquid drips and slides down in between, sending you into a mad frenzy. Then another tongue touches your rim.

Wait- another tongue?

You jerk at the realisation and attempt to look back, only for a hand to press your head down against your lover's crotch. Mind hazy and mouth hanging open, you could only stick your tongue out to lick whatever part of his cock you could reach. The tongues behind you keep going, wet squelches and slobbery noises fill your ears until they are all blacked out as you cum, hard.

Your body spasms through your orgasm and still vibrates when you are flipped over to lie on your back. Your eyelids are heavy, but you force them open.

Jimin sits between your legs licking his lips, a satisfied smirk on his face. Next to him is Taehyung, all puppy dog eyes as he slithers up your body, kissing your stomach, breasts and then against your lips, he murmurs, "Sorry I'm late, darling."

Whatever response you have turns into a moan as Jimin slides into you. Taehyung swallows your moans, then peppers your jaws with more kisses as his best friend starts fucking you hard. He watches you sliding up and down on the bed, large hands grazing your pert nipples, his mouth never far from your neck.

"Feels good, Princess?"

"Yeah," you pant, "so good."

Taehyung chuckles and nips your neck. You yelp. "Sorry darling, I can't resist. I'll mark your tits later, okay?"

Before you can answer, Taehyung moves back so Jimin can bring your legs up to your chest, practically folding you in half. He fucks you even harder now, the sounds of his skin meeting yours and the bed banging against the wall are ringing loud, competing with your moans that are slowly turning into wails, with how deep he is hitting you inside now.

"Oh fuck... fuck..."

"Gonna cum, Princess? Gonna cream my cock?" He goads you.

You whimper.

"Gonna make you all nice and wet for Tae, hmm?"

Your eyes start to roll back.

"Fuck, Princess, that's it, cum with me. Cum!"

You let out a soundless scream as your cunt clamps down hard, and with a few more thrusts, Jimin empties himself in you. He gives you a deep kiss, whispering what a good girl you are, before removing himself from you completely, moving aside to let his best friend take you now.

Taehyung pulls you up to sit you on top of him, guiding his cock into your messy hole. You squirm and tense, sore from Jimin's fucking but still greedy for Taehyung's monster dick. Slowly, slowly you sink onto him, until he is fully seathed inside you.

"That's it, darling," he praises you, "I knew you can take it."

You weakly kiss his neck. His large hands are holding your hips. "Now relax and let me fuck you, hmm?"

"Fuck me good, Tae," you sweetly beg.

And fuck you good he does. Slow long thrusts that turn into manic pumping, bouncing you like a rag doll on top of him. Jimin sits himself behind you, kissing your back and shoulders, then wrapping his fingers around your neck.

"Fuck, who knew you like being choked so much," Taehyung pants, "she got so tight, Min-ah."

"Good," Jimin nips your ear. "Let's see if we can make you squirt again, hmm Princess?"

His free hand snakes down and starts rubbing your clit, as Taehyung continues pounding into you. Your stomach tightens, your legs shake, and a heat explodes within you, you lose control of your body but your two lovers are there to hold you, to paint your inside further, to claim you.

When you gain some sort of coherence, you find yourself cleaned and tucked in bed, sandwiched between the two men. Taehyung has a koala hold on you, as he always does when he sleeps, but Jimin is gently rubbing your head, watching you. You blink, cheeks slowly heating up in embarrassment at the tender way he is looking at you.

"I'm glad you came back to me," he whispers, "to us."

You ignore the sudden tight grip in your heart. "Me too."

And you mean it. You are glad out of seven, you are able to save these two.

#bts smut #seokjin smut #Yoongi smut #hoseok smut #Namjoon smut #Jimin smut #taehyung smut #Jungkook smut #little black book

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jinkookspencil · 2 years

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no pyjamas | kim seokjin

you’re exhausted and stay the night at seokjin’s apartment…. but you don’t have any pyjamas…

Description: ~2.2k words / Seokjin x Reader (F) / Smut / 18+ / But it ends before “it” happens because I don’t know how to write smut I’m sorry - this is my first time writing anything even remotely smutty! / Established Relationship / Drabble / Could be considered a sequel to “a part of your home” but they’re not that connected story-wise & can be taken separately. Any feedback welcome!

You were exhausted. Too exhausted to even go all the way back to your place at the end of a long day, so you texted Seokjin about it and asked if you could spend the night at his place since it was closer to where you were. You knew he wouldn’t mind - you had been spending so much time there anyways that Seokjin gave you a drawer in his closet and a copy of his key, but you had to double check with him out of common courtesy, and was relieved to see his reply.

“Hehehe of course, honey. That’s what the key is for. Might be a bit late at work though. Relax and of course, make yourself at home.”

The second you closed the door to the apartment behind you, you rushed to Seokjin’s wardrobe in his bedroom to search through your drawer. Your heart always melted whenever you saw the little bee sticker Seokjin placed by its knob, and you were thankful for it too, you were so forgetful you would have mixed up which drawer was yours. It’s probably one of the reasons why Seokjin did it, you realize.... besides just being cute.

You pulled open the drawer and rummaged through the essentials you stored there, mentally ticking your list as you went along, which usually consisted of: toiletries, socks, a change of clothes, a lingerie set, and….no pyjamas?!

You emptied the drawer, hoping to find at least a pyjama top or a cami…. But there was nothing there. You always left a pyjama set at Seokjin's place! You even bought a Mario set that he loved…. but you must’ve forgotten to replace it after the last time you spent the night here.

On a normal day, you might’ve just thought to wear the lingerie or sleep naked after seducing Seokjin, but you needed comfort tonight and wanted to sleep, plus you had no idea what time Seokjin would be back. Of course this would happen on the one day you’re too exhausted to make the journey to your place and just want to go to bed.

Something from Seokjin’s closet would have to work.

Seokjin adored button-down pyjama sets - liked the ease and comfort of them and never having to worry about what to wear to bed. He stored his precious collection in a larger wardrobe, and though he was never the most organized person, each pyjama set was kept together, some folded and others just rolled up in a ball… boy, did he have a lot of sets. It must have been a good five minutes until you found a set that had a short-sleeved button down top at the very back, hidden among the long-sleeved ones Seokjin preferred. You had no idea how he wore them in summer - even with the air conditioning turned on, you’d still felt too hot to wear those to bed.

The pyjama top fit, even though you could already tell it probably hung on your body awkwardly, it was comfortable…. But soon it hits you that all of Seokjin’s pyjama bottoms were long and went down to his ankles, with the ends scrunched up on your feet, which were trapped under the weight of the fabric. You sigh - couldn’t this have gone smoothly today? You check your drawer again to make sure there wasn’t anything you could wear when you wonder if anything from your drawer ever got mixed up with his....

You open the drawer right above yours to find that it is Seokjin’s underwear drawer.

During your relationship, you realized that Seokjin wore a variety of underwear and his drawer proved it, as he had sets of boxers, alongside sets of boxer-briefs, alongside sets of briefs. You blushed at the sight, but you were too tired to think too much of it - you grabbed one of his navy boxers to match the top and put it on immediately.

Besides the fact that the crotch area felt a bit weird at first, it was almost like any other pyjama short you had except even softer... and you felt a twinge of excitement at the realization that you were wearing Seokjin’s underwear. You had never been this intimate with another person - this simple act went far beyond wearing a sweater of theirs, or even sex…

You saw yourself in the mirror and though it didn’t reveal much, you thought you looked sexy in his clothes, especially with the hemline of his boxers resting just below your bum, the neckline dropping down to the spot right between your breasts, which were on full display at certain angles.

It always felt good to wear something of Seokjin’s. Unfortunately, he never understood the sexiness of a girl wearing her boyfriend’s clothes. You had worn a couple of his sweaters and t-shirts in the past, he even gave you a couple to keep, but he just never found it sexy. Cute and comforting, sure. It made him smile when he saw how his t-shirts fit on your body, always a bit too big on the shoulders. But sexy?… Not really. You were slightly disappointed when he admitted it, but shrugged it off - at least he finds you sexy in other circumstances.

You undid your hair, pulled out the novel you were reading from your bag, and jumped onto Seokjin’s large bed, sitting cozily right in the middle after surrounding and supporting yourself with the four pillows that occupied the bed.

The feeling of your freshly shaved legs against each other and the cold, new sheets and Seokjin’s clothes was heavenly… The only way this could be more perfect and relaxing is if Seokjin was beside you, wrapping you up in his embrace. But you were still in his apartment, in his bedroom, in his bed, around his pillows, in his clothes, and everything else that surrounded you belonging to him… You were still surrounded by him - it felt like a hug when he couldn’t physically be there to give you one. This was the first time you were really alone in Seokjin’s apartment, but it didn’t really feel as though you were alone.

You lay on top of the covers, crossing your legs on top of the duvet, and rubbing your eyes as you cracked open your book… though you were tired, you were making steady progress on the novel and didn’t want to go a night without reading at least one chapter….

——

One chapter. Ha.

You only realized you had blown through at least 100 pages when you heard Seokjin walk through the front door. With the book as exciting as it was and Seokjin finally back, your sleepiness was completely gone, as if it had never been present.

“Seokjin?!”, you call out, hearing him shuffle around in the kitchen.

“Honey?! You’re awake?,” he replies.

“I am, I was reading a book and couldn’t sleep,” you answer as you insert a bookmark on the page at the end of the fifth chapter you were on and placed the book by the bedside table.

“Ah. Not surprised as to why you didn’t answer my text then,” he says as he pushes open the door to his bedroom, immediately seeing you snug in his bed.

“You look so cute. Was everything in the apartment okay? Did you have everything you needed?” he asks.

“Yeah, everything was great. Thank you,” you reassure him as you got on your knees by the edge of the bed to embrace him, but to your surprise, Seokjin stops you.

“What.. what are you wearing?,” he questions, his voice suddenly dropping to a quiet whisper as he grazes the collar of the pyjama top.

You were so immersed in your book that you forgot you had been wearing Seokjin’s clothes.

“Oh, sorry I forgot to bring a pyjama set last time. I borrowed some of your stuff if that’s okay?”. You ask as you stare up at him.

All he does is nod, staring down at you.

“Sure?”, you say as you cock your head to the side.

“Yeah.. yeah,” he mutters, stunned, clearing his throat with little coughs as he rushes to his bathroom, leaving the door open.

Seokjin stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. Were you really wearing his pyjamas? AND his boxers? He didn’t know what came over him. You always looked so cute in his clothes but now… you just looked sexy. The idea that you felt comfortable enough to wear his most intimate clothes both comforted him and turned him on. He began washing his face and undressing mindlessly, not realizing he forgot to grab a pair of pyjamas from the wardrobe himself… and that’s when he sees it.

You jump off of the bed, grab your book from the nightstand and bend over to get your tote which fell to the ground from the ottoman by the bed, the curve of your butt peeking out from below his boxers as you bend down. You threw your book inside the bag and pulled out your water bottle, taking a couple of sips before resting it on a nearby table, not realizing a couple of drops had landed on your chest, as you spun around causing him to catch a glimpse of your side-boob via the neckline..

Seokjin couldn’t take it anymore.

He hurriedly stripped until he was in his underwear, throwing his clothes all around his bathroom, and rushed back into the bedroom, heaving.

He found you laying back on the bed and staring up at him, blankly oblivious to the reaction you just instilled in him.

“Seokjin, are you okay?” you ask casually.

For a moment, he doesn’t say a word and just looks down at you breathing, and you slowly realize his hand moving to his crotch…

“Seokjin…?”

“I…you’re… you’re wearing my underwear… my pyjamas…”, he stammers.

“Y-yeah… you just said it was okay?”

“It is okay. It’s more than okay….”

You sit up and resume your position, sitting on your knees by the edge of the bed staring up in front of him.

“It’s.. it’s sexy,” he professes as he rushes to grab you by the back of your neck and pull you in for a hungry kiss.

“Is it really?”, you ask, stunned between kisses, “You never said anything when I wore your clothes before.”

“This,” he begins before pulling you even closer, his hand roaming beneath the pyjama top and all over your back before making its way to your breasts. “This is different.”

You arch your back to ensure he feels your chest against his skin, allowing your fingers to lay on the back of his neck then ruffle through his hair as he kisses you.

“Fuck”, he lets out.

You slowly lean backward on your elbows, slightly adjusting your legs to make extra room for Seokjin as he hovers over you, eyes full of desire, slowly unbuttoning the pyjama top and placing ferocious kisses between your breasts and down your torso, in the exact spots where each button had been. Seokjin’s lips then found your neck, biting and licking your soft skin while grabbing your breast over the fabric of the top, now completely unbuttoned but still on you. You can’t help but let out a moan as Seokjin did so and as you felt his breath and his lips on your skin.

His hands moved to your thighs, admiring the shape of them in his boxers, running his fingers up and down your legs before squeezing your thighs and pushing your hips down on the bed.

He sat up and towered over you, breathing heavily.

“Spread your legs,” he commands.

Seokjin held your knees as you did so, kissing your inner thighs, making his way up from your knees. You knew you were wet, and seeing the dark patch that formed in the crotch of his boxers drove Seokjin wild, his kisses growing hungrier, holding your leg open with one hand while the other held his crotch.

“You’re so hot,” he says as he moans your name repeatedly.

“Seokjin, I need you,” you blurt out almost in pain, pulling at his hair.

"I... I need you too. I need - fuck - I need to taste you.”

In a second Seokjin immediately grips your thighs tighter and kisses your crotch through his boxers, licking and moving his tongue over the soft fabric on your area.

The sound you let out is something between a moan and a gasp, his name escaping your lips in a similar fashion. “Seokjin… Seokjin.. I -“

“I know, honey, I know,” he breathes as he moves upwards to kiss you, gently rubbing his fingertips over your wetness, which almost causes your body to surrender before he pauses.

“Lift your hips for me, honey,” he breathes.

His hand already on the waistband of his boxers, you lift up your hips as he pulls them off and discards them along with the pair he was wearing, on the other side of the bed.

He dives down to kiss you, as you feel his hardened crotch grind against yours.

His kisses travel down in a straight line from your lips, to your neck, the middle of your chest, your stomach, and downwards, his hands now around your thighs as he spreads them apart.

“Please,” he whispers against your thighs, sending chills all over your body. “Please remember you never have to bring over underwear or pyjamas ever again.”

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bultaoreunheyyy · 7 months

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Persistent Fever (Sicktember, Hoseok)

Sicktember Prompt: #8 Persistent Fever

Word Count: 223

Sickie: Hoseok (fever)

Caregiver: Seokjin

“What’s the number?”

“Hmm?” Seokjin shakes his head, looking over at Hoseok with a frown. “Don’t worry about that right now, sunshine. You worry about getting some rest, okay?”

Hoseok’s eyes follow the thermometer as Seokjin sets it down on the nightstand, and then the cloth that Seokjin dips into the bowl of water before wringing it out and folding it in half, then quarters, length wise. He lets his heavy eyelids close when Seokjin places the wet cloth on his forehead, shivering hard afterward.

“Sorry,” Seokjin hisses, reaching down to pull the comforter to Hoseok’s chin. “I know that feels cold.”

“What if it doesn’t go down?”

Hoseok’s question is barely a whisper, voice made hoarse from the illness, weak from the fever.

“It’s already gone down a little,” Seokjin fibs. He adjusts the cloth on Hoseok’s too-hot forehead, and when he pulls his hand away the younger man whimpers.

“Is this real?” Hoseok asks, voice cracking on the last word.

Seokjin gets why he’s asking. He’s asked it at least twice now in the past three days, thinking the repetition of Seokjin’s ministrations are some kind of recurring fever dream.

“Yeah,” Seokjin says, sighing. “It’s real.” He reaches out, pats Hoseok’s chest a few times, then moves his hand up to cup his cheek. “Get some rest. I’ll be right here.”

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btskitten7 · 8 months

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Silent Grace| vi: The (half) Truth

Ship: Min Yoongi x Fem reader

au/genre: Mafia!au

rating: M

wc: 4.6k

Chapter warnings: drug mention; stalking; period talk with Seokjin(lmfao); lovers fighting:(; setups.

summary: Yoongi's guilt is eating him alive and Hoseok can't leave well enough alone. Yoongi finally opens up to you but how honest can he be?

tagss: @shadowyjellyfishfest @baechugff @maunosorioh @shelylamc @princess-sunshyn @scuzmunkie @wanceu @coldcoffee2121 @maunosorioh

Once Hoseok gave Jimin and Yongbok the go to pursue you, he went straight into action. Only hours ago but he decided to waste no time. “Felix” Jimin called out as he entered the male's working quarters.

Yongbok stood to his feet in attention “Yes sir?” Jimin chuckled cringing at Yongbok’s “sir”.

“I’m not Taehyung nor am I Hoseok. I don’t like the power trip titles and if we want Miss Nurse to believe we’re related, you should get used to just calling me Jimin.”

Yongbok’s cheeks flushed red. He had always been so respectful regardless of age. Even though Jimin, Hoseok, and Taeyung weren’t that much older than him, he always felt a sense of authority when it came to them. He looked up to them, he wanted to be just like them. He wanted to follow in their footsteps. So whatever they needed him to do, he’d do it with no questions asked. Even if it was to go against his own family.

“I’m sorry si-Jimin. It’s just hard. I respect you guys.”

“I know. But for me, respect is showing loyalty. No matter what. You’ve done that. You already have my respect. It’s why we’ve taken you under our wing. We see potential in you,” Jimin started as he placed all the things he’d gathered about you on the table, including the photo of you and Yoongi which caught Yongbok’s eye instantly.

“That’s the nurse that helped you that one night. Who is she to Yoongi?” he asked remembering the night perfectly. He wasn’t there but he was watching the cameras. When he got word that something happened to Jimin, he instantly figured out what hospital he was at and acquired access to the cameras.

“She’s someone close to Yoongi. She’s his girlfriend or wife, whatever Yoongi decides he wants to call her.” Jimin said looking at the photo that lay in Yongbok’s hands.

“She must know a lot about their plans then if he’s willing to let her be this open. Although a small part of me doesn’t believe that she knows anything at all.”

Jimin hummed, “You think so? Why do you say that?”

“Because, ever since boss had me watch her for you guys, I’ve been studying her persona. She wouldn’t hurt a fly nor be a mob boss’s queen. I’ve watched her care for the worst criminals random people and kids to one of our own. She doesn’t treat anyone differently. She cared for you with the same respect. If she had known and was okay with it, she wouldn’t stay in the medical field. Yoongi would have had her be their personal medic.”

Jimin chuckled and nodded in agreement “You impress me sometimes, Felix.”

“But that’s what we think as well. I’m just too sure why Hoseok is interested in her all of a sudden. We’ve only been back from Korea for a year and he’s back on Yoongi’s trace. Yoongi already told us not to show our faces on his side of town and here we are.” Jimin sighed.

“We should trust the boss. He always knows what he’s doing. He’s the boss for a reason.”

Jimin could argue with that. He trusted Hoseok but it just wasn’t like him to be secretive about something like this. Especially about Yoongi. He had hardly said anything about him after all this time but now, he’s all he can talk about? Jimin felt that you were just an excuse.

“I trust him, of course. There is no questioning that. Back to the task at hand though. How much have you found about her from what you gathered.” Jimin asked sitting on Yongbok’s desk. He quickly pulled up every single file he had on you.

“It’s not much but it confirms what we think about her. She’s as innocent as they come. The only thing she has record-wise is a speeding ticket which was wiped clean. Turns out, she was following the flow of traffic and had no choice but to keep up with the car in front of her and behind her. So the judge let it go. But other than that, she lives up to her nurse status. She graduated top 10 of her class. All A’s. She isn’t rich but her family is well off in middle class. Her father is a manager for idols and her mother owns a small bakery. She has two siblings. Both of them moved to the States but they come here frequently to visit.” Felix explained flipping through different screens on his tablet that connected to the multiple TV screens that were plastered on his wall. Jimin looked at every bit of detail closely.

“Her name is Yn. The only thing I can’t seem to confirm is whether or not she’s Yoongi’s girlfriend or wife. It’s always been hard to find much of anything concerning Yoongi so I didn’t expect to find anything new.” Yongbok Continued. Jimin nodded before pondering on your name a little more.

“No.no this is good. It’s a good place to start. We know where she works, we’ve studied her hours, we know enough. Check and see when she goes back to work, we should start this as soon as we can.”

Yongbok nodded. He sat his tablet on the table before sitting in his desk chair. His fingers danced against his glowing keyboard and his eyes were peering through his black locks that rested slightly over his eyes, focusing on the screens before him.

“I should have it in the next 30 minutes.”

“Good. In the meantime, we should also have one of our soldiers gain some type of access to the hospital at all times for when we can’t. They could keep an eye on things while we aren’t able to.” Jimin added as he lifted off of the male’s desk and dusted his clothes off.

“I’ll work on that as well. I’ll have someone start today so it doesn’t raise too much awareness”

Jimin hummed “Perfect. I shall return. Also,” he started “see if you can look up her high school records.”

Jimin headed out of the office and down the hall, nodding to the passing soldiers as they greeted him. Jimin stopped “Hey Mingi,” he started “go see Yongbok, tell him you’d be perfect for the job”

Jimin didn’t stick around long enough to hear what response the kid had, he didn’t care if he was honest. If the kid knew what was best for him, he’d be at that door already.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Something wasn’t sitting right with you after your call with Yoongi. You couldn’t put your finger on it but you knew, just something wasn’t right. Things are just…not adding up to you anymore. From his office having a digital lock on it, to Yoongi’s unusual outburst about a random guy, and now he’s drunk calling you begging you to tell him that you loved him.

You were still lost in thought, you didn’t even notice Seokjin standing in front of you.

“Uh, Yn?” He called out breaking you out of your train of thought.

“O-Oh! Hey Jin! Good Morning. How’d you sleep?” You asked with a cheery voice causing Seokjin to chuckle. He wholeheartedly can see why Yoongi fell for you. He understood why Yoongi wanted to keep you desperately.

He would too.

“I didn’t get much sleep last night. I had some work to take care of. Did you sleep okay?” He responds as he grabs a coffee mug from the cabinet.

“You should take a break sometime. You can run yourself out if you all keep going like this.” You sighed before taking a sip of your coffee. “But I slept pretty good until..” you started trailing off.

You hadn’t noticed it but Seokjin’s attention turned to you instantly. He had long forgotten about his coffee. While Yoongi was away it was his responsibility to make sure you were entirely safe. He’d hate himself if something happened to you and he was unaware or worse you found out something.

More than that though, Yoongi would probably go psychotic if that happened.

“Did something happen? Why didn’t you come get me?” Seokjin replied protectively which almost surprised you.

“It wasn’t something I thought I had to disturb you for. It’s nothing serious. I promise, I just thought started my cycle” You held back a chuckle seeing Seokjin’s expression change from a serious one to a more nervous one.

“O-oh y-yeah. Maybe you shouldn’t uh… yeah maybe I should be left out of that type of thing-” He stuttered.

“I mean if you are interested to know, I don’t mind giving you a heads up” You joked. Seokjin shook his head immediately.

“No, no, no. I think that’s something only Yoongi should know. You can gladly never tell me about that type of thing” He chuckled nervously.

“I’m just teasing. I would never.” You laughed. “But I do..have a question about something if you don’t mind me asking?”

Seokjin took a sip of his now lukewarm coffee and nodded. “What’s that?”

“When you guys go on your trips for work, do you guys have off time?” You asked.

“Not really. The only time we have ‘off’ is when we are eating or sleeping. If we don’t have anything more to do there, Yoongi’s pretty restless to get back to you. Unless there’s a day in between two work days, we just do work and come right back home.” Seokjin admitted.

“Ah..” you started. “So you guys don’t go out drinking much either?”

Seokjin shook his head. “Hardly ever. We don’t have time for those types of things and I don’t like going out to drink when I can do it at home. Yoongi and Namjoon think the bars are too loud. We are nothing like how we were when we were teens.” Seokjin chuckled.

You glanced at him with a blank stare. Now you were positive something else was going on.

“I’m going to call Yoongi, I’ll be right back,” You said grabbing your phone and heading out of the kitchen, leaving Seokjin with his coffee.

You dashed up the stairs and into your room, closing the door and catching the attention of the nearby maids. Kai included. You dialed Yoongi’s number and paced the floor.

You weren’t mad, you didn’t care if went out or not. You needed to know why his behavior has been so odd lately. Your mind began thinking the worst. You’ve seen things like this in the movies that Yoongi hated to watch with you. Once your partner starts acting off and gets mad for no real reason, they usually are already seeing someone else. Odd, but you couldn’t deny the signs. Finally, Yoongi answered after the second ring.

“Hey Blossom, we’re headed home now-”

“What happened last night?” You got straight to the point no matter how much hearing his voice gave you butterflies.

“What are you talking about? I told you,” he said sternly but still sweetly.

“I’m serious.”

Yoongi grew quiet. He was a little confused more than anything and didn’t know how to address this. He was in the car with Namjoon, Namjoon’s father and his father. All eyes were on him the moment he answered the phone and said ‘blossom’

“I’ll be home in a moment. I will talk to you then.” He said calmly.

“No...I can’t until then. I want to know now. What happened? What did you do last night to make you call me drunk off your ass?” you demanded an answer.

Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose as his father chuckled.

“I said, I will talk to you when I get home,” Yoongi said trying his best not to allow his father to piss him off to where it’ll make you think he was talking to you.

“Yoongi no. Are you seeing someone else? What is going-”

“YN,” he raised his voice shocking everyone who heard. He decided to ignore the fact that you would jump to that conclusion so quickly. Especially when he has never given you a reason to think something like that. Yoongi sighed hearing your breath hitch a bit. “I will talk to you later.”

You didn’t say anything more, you just hung up the phone.

Yoongi looked at his phone which now displayed his wallpaper of you and him, sighing. He locked his phone and placed it back into his pocket.

Namjoon knew not to ask anything about that at this moment but the fathers could care less.

“I thought you didn’t care about Yn?” Namjoon's father joked.

“No no Kim, remember? He said she doesn’t excite him” Min chuckled to which Kim chuckled and nodded. “Ahh, right.”

Yoongi couldn’t deal with his father any longer.

“Pull the fucking car over,” Yoongi said to which his driver obliged. Min chuckled again.

“Don’t tell me the big boss-to-be is going to leave his car?” Min taunted his son. Yoongi shared the same chuckle with a dark grin.

“Of course not, father. I’m not the one that’s leaving” He lifted his dark eyes to his father. “You two are”

Namjoon’s eyes widen at Yoongi’s boldness. Both Kim’s and MIn’s chuckles ceased

“I played your game. I did what you asked. I got the deal done and as far as I’m concerned that didn’t include my driver being your Uber. One or two things can happen. You can stay and shut the fuck up or you can keep talking and get the fuck out. I’ll accede however you want to continue. How about you Namjoon?” Yoongi turned to Namjoon speaking calmly and hardly phased by their reactions.

“I’m right behind you boss” He smirked.

“You can’t be fucking serious? Do you know who you’re talking to?” Kim snapped.

“Yes sir, I do. The former boss of the Min family. As far as I’m concerned.” He shrugged.”I no longer have to worry about him or the bullshit that comes out of his mouth.”

Min chuckled and nodded.

He didn’t like being disrespected, especially not by his own son but he couldn’t help but be proud of his son. He knew that his father would be proud of the king he created.

“No, no Kim. It’s alright. He’s right. In a few months, he doesn’t have to worry about me or anything I say. I will no longer be the boss. But let’s make something very clear. Yoongi” Min said with a crooked smile.

“I may not be boss and I may not own you anymore-”

“You never owned me. Let’s make that clear.” Yoongi snapped.

“But I created you LET’S NEVER…forget that,” he said leaning forward. “You would be nothing if it wasn’t for me and your grandfather.”

The tension was rising between the father and son. It was getting harder for Yoongi to play along in his father’s game. He was able to bite his tongue about his life being chosen for him, he ignored it when it came to his mother, but he draws the line with you. They all knew what would come from this life. They knew the outcome no matter how ‘good’ one was or how many allies one had. You didn’t. You didn’t have a choice in this life just like him and Namjoon. The only difference is they knew they had no choice, you didn’t know you had one. Yoongi couldn’t stand the power trip his father had. It sickened him. He walks around as if he owns it all.

The fucked up part is that he does.

He blamed no one for his father’s behavior but his grandfather.

Yoongi hated his grandfather. Even before he understood what his father was doing. His grandfather never showed his love for anyone. Not even now, on his deathbed.

“I’ll always be your father. We will always be blood. And whether or not you like it…,” he smirked “You’re just like me. You’re just like your grandfather. You can never get rid of us”

Yoongi’s eyes never faltered but he cringed at the thought of being his father. Min nodded toward Kim.

“Let’s go, Kim. Oh and son just some fatherly advice,” he said opening the door, “You might want to watch those you allow so close to you. You may not think I don’t know everything but there’s always someone willing to fill me in. If I were you...I’d hurry and tell ‘Blossom’ who she’s sleeping next to. You don’t want someone to…spill the beans as they say. Have a good day Son. Namjoon”

The two men left the car without a word more. Yoongi rolled his eyes and looked at his driver.

“Take us home.”

Thirty Minutes later, Yoongi entered his home and headed straight to his room to greet you. He didn’t cognizance anyone else. He was focused on you.

Once entering the room you were leaving the bathroom, completely ignoring him. He reached out and grabbed your waist, stopping you in place. You moved from his grip and continued on your way. He wasn’t having your attitude either. Yoongi gripped your waist again but this time he pinned you against the wall and looked directly into your eyes. He couldn’t help but notice the water dripping from your hair and down your body.

“You wanted to talk. So let’s talk. What on God’s green Earth do you think I could be doing with anyone when I’m not here? When every moment I have of free time I’m either with you or talking to you. For fuck sake, even when I’m working I’m still talking to you when I am able” He asked almost disrespected that you would question him like that.

“You’re being weird! Your behavior from a couple of weeks ago to last night with the drunk calls and texts. This isn’t like you! You were on a work trip but you go and get shit-faced. You’ve never done that! Not even when we go out together. You hardly have a drink if we go out and you regulate mine. I even asked Seokjin. He said you guys don’t go out when you go on these trips but all of a sudden you go out and get drunk like that? At first, that call worried me but now I’m starting to wonder if that’s your guilt eating at you about something!” You admitted.

Yoongi’s eyes softened with a soft sigh. He dropped his hands to his side and took a step back. She’s right. His guilt is eating him alive but it’s not about him messing around with someone else.

“Blossom…why would I ever cheat on you? Does that make any sense? I came home when at the time I told you. I never not answer your calls or texts unless I’m working which even then I still get back to you. The only time I don’t is when I’m either driving or talking to my father. You’re my entire world, my entire universe. Why would I do anything like that to hurt you? I want to marry you one day-” Yoongi’s eyes went wide as your head snapped up to look at him.

“Y-you want to what?” You stuttered.

Yoongi’s cheeks flushed red before gaining his composure.

“I-I want to marry you.”

After talking with Kai and Seokjin after the fight, he came to that conclusion after some thought.

~~~~~~~~~

After talking with you, Kai was furious.

She loved Yoongi as if he was her own. She helped his mother raise him when Min was away. She vowed to stay with him until she couldn’t anymore. She was going to do everything in her power to ensure two things. That Yoongi got his happiness and…he never became anything like Min.

She watched Yoongi come in that night and go to his office. She decided not to say anything to him then, But the next morning she asked to speak to Yoongi as soon as possible.

“What were you thinking?” Kai semi-yelled.

Yoongi and Seokjin hung their heads low avoiding Kai’s gaze.

They hated to get scolded by Kai, even when they were younger. She was motherly and sweet, but her motherly side was scary. It probably scared them more than standing in front of death itself. It was all out of love though.

“I wasn’t…” Yoongi mumbled.

“Clearly. Yn didn’t deserve that. She was heartbroken in that room.” Kai added.

That broke Yoongi. He knew he had done some damage, Yn was still closed off from him this morning. He didn’t expect everything to go back to normal but he didn’t like you being standoffish with him.

“I know Hoseok left a bad taste in your mouth since that night but Yn has no idea about any of that.” Kai sighed.

“I have to agree boss,” Seokjin started, “I told you the moment you decided to pursue this relationship. You can either give her a choice or choose for her. You’ve chosen for her. I told you before things get serious, you need to tell her what her destiny is if she decides to be with you. Here we are lying about everything to accommodate you. Granted, you are the boss and we will follow what you say, but I’m worried that the outcome is going to be a greater loss, than a gain.”

Yoongi couldn’t face either one of them now. He knows they are right.

“You’re right. I should have said something a long time ago but I didn’t think I was going to fall in love with her. I thought after a few months we’d be done and just friends, but here I am years later utterly obsessed with her. I can’t see my life without her. I don’t want to.” Yoongi admitted.

“You may have too.” Kai sighed Yoongi looked at Kai with sad but understanding eyes.

“You need to tell her everything or at the very least what you truly do on these ‘work meetings’,” Seokjin sighed “We know you love her, you’re in love with her. But if you truly love her..you’d tell her before she finds out. Worse if Hoseok or your father decides to tell her.”

Yoongi sat back on the couch, fumbling the small black box in his hands.

“I want to marry her. I want to have a family with her.” He whispers as tears begin to fall down his cheeks.

“Then be honest with her. Start with Hoseok.”

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“You do? Really?”

Yoongi saw the sparkle in your eyes, he loved that. His being the cause of that made him happy.

“Why do you sound so surprised?” He chuckles.

“Because you don’t talk about things like that and you’re acting weird. I don’t know” You blushed. Yoongi chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist, giving you a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I’m sorry about that. It’s just that... I want to keep it for a long time, forever if I can. I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose you.” Yoongi sighed rubbing your waist. “And I can’t believe that I found someone I want to get married to. I find myself daydreaming about us having a family and you being pregnant taking our kids to school and shit like that.” Yoongi chuckled which made you giggle “It was just weird for me too.”

“That's cute that you think about things like that.” You smiled. “When did you want something like this to happen?”

“Like yesterday.” Yoongi snorted which caused you to laugh again.

“But I know there’s some things we need to talk about..”

“Oh?” you tilted your head “Like what?”

Yoongi sat down as he pulled you closer to him, sitting you on his lap.

“The reason why I’ve been so on edge is because..someone from my past has popped up again. We have a long history. He was my best friend.” he started.

“That’s a good thing, right? You should invite him over to rekindle” You said playing with the loose strans that framed Yoongi’s face. He sighed shaking his head.

“We aren’t on good terms and I don’t want to rekindle anything. He…hurt me…deeply. A hurt that can never be forgotten. His name is Hoseok.”

You frown softly as Yoongi’s eyes start to water. You gently took Yoongi’s hands into yours, rubbing them softly before bringing them to your lips and kissing them. You can tell that whatever this ‘friend’ did hurt Yoongi and it made sense why it would make him feel on edge with their return.

“What did they do? Were you able to forgive them?”

“We were all so close. It was always Hoseok, Namjoon, and Seokjin, two of our other friends, and I. Every day we would meet up after school since Seokjin, Namjoon, and I went to different schools than us. We would write songs together, dance together, play ball…just have a good time overall. They were the people I was closest to. When I was in school talking to you, I was with them. But that all changed when he set my brother up and didn’t take responsibility for him getting hurt. He had the nerve to blame me for it. All because I would go along with his unreasonable plan. He’s the reason neither of my brothers will speak to me and they are no longer around. My brothers and our other friends decided to stick with him while Seokjin and Namjoon stuck with me. I had never experienced pain like that. I don’t think I ever healed from it either. I think I just like to pretend none of them exist.” Yoongi’s deep voice cracked speaking about his past. “He betrayed us but yet my brothers still chose to go with him. It’s why I don’t allow myself to get close to anyone these days.”

Your heart sank. You always knew Yoongi had two brothers but you found it odd when they would never come to any family functions or why his father pretended Yoongi was his only son.

“O-oh baby…I’m so sorry. Your brothers… do they still communicate with your parents at least?” you asked.

“My father disowned them. He will never talk to them again. My mother still talks to them every once in a while but she never talks about it. She knows how upset it makes my father. They haven’t been back in Korea in years. With this old friend back, it’s only a matter of time before they come around as well”

Yoongi knows he should go deeper. But just this alone was too much for him. How could he possibly talk about something that could make him lose someone else? You cupped your hands on each side of his face before kissing his forehead sweetly.

“I’m sorry for not asking what was going on and just assuming the worst. I couldn’t even imagine something like that happening to me. But..” you started as you lifted Yoongi’s face to look in his eyes. He lifted his glossy eyes to meet yours with his hands wrapping around your waist.

“You don’t have to keep yourself hidden from me…I want every part of you. No matter what. I’ll always be by your side.”

The tears ran down Yoongi’s face like a river stream. Hearing you say those words meant a lot to him. It served him a great deal of comfort even if he knew all that could change once he told you.

“Would you still love me if I was a monster?” he whispered. “If I hurt people?”

You frowned slightly confused.

“You wouldn’t do it without reason.”

Yoongi bit his bottom lip nervously…

He needs to just say it…

“Baby I-”

“I’m sorry to interrupt but it’s time to collect the shipments.” Seokjin entered not fully understanding what was going on.

“Give me a few-”

“No..baby. Go handle what you need to okay? I will be here. We can talk then.” You said sweetly rubbing Yoongi’s face.

“Blossom..I’m a mob boss..”

#bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts jungkook #bts angst #bts x reader #bts yoongi #bts jhope #bts smut #bts namjoon #bts smut drabble #bangtanwhq #micdropnet

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𝙃𝙊𝙈𝙀𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂. | poly!ot7 military boys one-shot

Author's note: since it's jinnie's birthday today, i figured that i'd post something that involved him finally. i really wanted to do something poly for them and thought that this was a perfect scenario! i hope you enjoy. remember that requests are open!

Seokjin stood outside his front door, heart pounding with a mix of excitement and melancholy. He had just returned from his military enlistment, eager to reunite with his beloved boyfriends. But as he reached for the doorknob, a wave of sadness washed over him. He had forgotten that they too had enlisted, leaving him alone during their absence.

With a heavy sigh, he stepped inside, the familiar scent of home surrounding him. The silence echoed through the empty rooms, a stark reminder of the void that had been left behind. He wandered through the house, memories of their laughter and love haunting him at every turn.

As he entered their shared bedroom, Seokjin's eyes fell upon the neatly made bed, untouched since his departure. The sight tugged at his heart, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He missed the warmth of their bodies, the sound of their voices, the touch of their hands.

Just as the weight of loneliness became unbearable, a soft sound caught his attention. He turned around, his eyes widening in surprise. There, standing in the doorway, were Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. They were all dressed in their military uniforms, smiles bright upon their faces.

Seokjin's breath caught in his throat, happiness flooding his chest. "You're here!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief and joy.

Namjoon, his leader and pillar of strength, stepped forward, his eyes brimming with love. "We couldn't let you come home to an empty house, Jin hyung. We missed you too much."

The others nodded in agreement, their faces glowing with affection. Yoongi, the calm and collected one, spoke softly. "We enlisted to serve our country, but that doesn't mean we forgot about you. You're the center of our world, even when we're apart."

Seokjin's heart swelled with love, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I thought I would be alone, but you've given me the best surprise. I love you all so much."

Hoseok, the sunshine of their lives, enveloped Seokjin in a warm embrace. "We love you too, Jinnie hyung. And now that you're back, we can make up for all the time we missed."

They spent the day celebrating Seokjin's return, laughter filling every room. They cooked together, sharing stories of their time apart, reveling in the simple joy of being together again. In their polyamorous relationship, their love knew no bounds, and it was evident in every touch, every glance, every word.

Namjoon, the wise and gentle soul, held Seokjin's hand, his voice filled with promise. "We might have been physically apart, but our hearts were always connected."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow upon their faces, they gathered in the living room, bodies intertwined on the couch. Seokjin leaned against Namjoon's chest, Yoongi's fingers gently caressing his hair, Hoseok's laughter filling the air, Jimin's touch tracing patterns on his arm, Taehyung's mischief shining in his eyes as they relaxed side-by-side, and Jungkook's soft humming echoing in his ear.

Seokjin closed his eyes, savoring the blissful moment, feeling the love radiate through every fiber of his being. In their arms, he had found his solace, his sanctuary. Together, they would face every challenge, overcome every obstacle, and create a future filled with love and togetherness.

As the night settled around them, Seokjin whispered, his voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you for this beautiful surprise. Coming home to all of you is the greatest gift I could ever receive."

Namjoon's voice carried the weight of their collective love, his words sealing their bond. "You are our home, Seokjin, and we'll always be here to welcome you with open arms. Our love knows no boundaries."

And as they basked in the glow of their reunion, Seokjin knew that no matter what the future held, they would always find their way back to each other. Their love, resilient and unbreakable, would guide them through the darkest nights and into the brightest dawns. Together, they were a symphony of love, a testament to the power of their interconnected hearts.

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Questions and thoughts

So, rereading all the chapters some questions cane to mind. I really hope i remember all of them but if not then I'll just send another ask.

I need to know more about hybrid laws and hybrids in general in the world you created. What i gathered until now is that they can't walk without their version of collars and microchip (hybrid ID) and that's kinda the only thing that twigged as law to me. Oh and that they are not allowed to work. What are other laws? Also you'd think that if they were created with the intention of house pet that can talk, wouldn't they only create non-exotic hybrids? But i guess that the exotics are made with the purpose of entertaining the rich. As you said hunting them, maybe sexual desires? Or how Jin was in the circus.

Back to their adoption. Can i ask what everyone was thinking in a few words? Like they new they were going to that rich guy but boom random 23-24 year old girl pops in Hi I got you babes! I'd ask you if you could make a small drabble but I'm too impatient 🤣😭. I was thinking about it and I feel like JK probably thought Oh nice I'm not dying yet but I'm gonna go to a sex house yuhuu.

Scenting! From what I understood all hybrids do it. Please tell me it's not as sexual as the 7 of them make it out to be 😭 Not that i don't enjoy it because that is more hot than a sex scene in my opinion. But i can't imagine Daisy doing it😭😭😭

Let's say for the fun of it Hoseok gets together with Alice. He will want to scent her too. Will he stop scenting Y/N? Will she have to give him to Alice in documents and stuff?

Now relationship wise. Do you plan for them to have a poly relationship or more of a open relationship? Because I don't see any of the boys falling in love with each other but that might be just me.

And now a few random questions. How the fuck does JK get dressed with the antlers? How is Y/N so rich because i want to be rich too? How good is that hearing and smell of theirs because I'd be to anxious to have any bodily functions? (In moments like this it would be nice if girls actually pooped rainbows and farted roses ngl😭) Would it be alright after you finish this if i print it out and make it an actual book?

I think that's it right now... For sure i had more stuff to ask. I'll probably remember after i send this. I love this series a lot and idk if you are belive in shifting or not but I'll definitely try to shift to this world. You are amazing Dana and i can't wait to see what happens next ❤️

Oooh let me see if I can give you some answers (also, thank you for sending in your thoughts 🥺)

For the laws... In Trouvaille, adopted hybrids end up getting an ID card to indicate their adoption status, rather than a collar or a microchip. The only forms of legal "employment" is working with the National Parks, like Jimin, and being circus/zoo performers, like Seokjin. Everything else is a sort of under the table operation or even exploitation-- think Yoongi, his mother and he were favored by a nightclub owner and were permitted to live and work there prior to being adopted. Taehyung, on the other hand, was created and exploited at a logging plant for his labor. I haven't come up with any other laws within this universe, yet, but we'll see as time goes on if any more pop up 😉 As for the creation of exotic hybrids, in the past, they were seen as flashy companions to the rich. In the present, they're either adopted by elites who wish to hunt for sport, or because of their superior strength compared to, say, a rabbit hybrid, to be workhorses illegally. Third, for circuses/zoos, like Seokjin.

HA okay they were probably all mad confused when Y/N showed up to adopt them... I think distrustful would be a word that comes to mind for Jeongguk, Namjoon, and Taehyung. Seokjin was too weak to properly react, and grieving over the fact that he didn't know what happened to Hannah. Hoseok and Jimin were just relieved to get the fuck out of there LMAO... and Yoongi, we now know already knew Y/N, and was probably hoping she was just there for him. I'm CRYINGGGG you're so right about Jeongguk thinking something like that, like the world they live in, it would make sense for someone to adopt them all to abuse :(

Scenting: Definitely not an inherently sexual act like the boys made it with Y/N 💀 While most of them are oblivious to Y/N's deeper feelings towards them, they can most definitely smell her attraction to them, and I think that's what triggers them to become menaces... As for Daisy, I picture the way her scenting Ben/Roy as childish nips to the wrist, like a toddler biting her dads, essentially. 💜

Even if Hoseok was to become romantic with Alice, he wouldn't scent her. That act is reserved for adoptive guardians! I don't see Y/N ever giving him up, either, nor would Hoseok want to leave his home.

The relationship is like you said, kind of an open relationship sort of situation. It's sort of unconventional, but I think they'll end up making it work 🥺

fdjksafsd good question about Jeongguk and his shirts! He often wears button downs and concert tees with loose collars. I think after years of having those antlers of his, he's learned how to maneuver things like hoodies over them in a specific way. LMAO I know Y/N has that MONEY! I think her family is old money, her maternal grandfather started an unspecified company, and her dad was an innovator of hybrid cardiology surgery.... she was pretty much born into it 💀 Lucky girl!

Their sense of smell and hearing is excellent, but not God-tier! I think behind several closed doors and whatnot they wouldn't be able to hear someone blowing up the toilet, or smell it, even 😭💀

STOP that would be so adorable if you ended up printing Trouvaille out and making it into a book 🥺🥺 It's alright with me as long as I don't see it on Etsy bestie 😘 (also I'm blushing thank you sm I'm honored)

IIIII- me and my best friend talk about how we want to shift into Trouvaille, too. Let me know if you are ever able to do it successfully, bc I want in on that!

Sending you love and thank you for letting me hear your thoughts 💕💕

#trouvaille #asks #dana's thoughts

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marknee · 11 months

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bts fanfics i think shakespeare would plagiarise the absolute shit out of.

chapter iii. ✷ chapter v.

KEYS ON SEVERITY OF SHAKESPEARE’S STATE:

( ✮ ) — the bastard needs to find better hiding places to ‘secretly’ plagiarise. the tavern, really?

( ♬ ) — notes were found in the trunk by the foot of his bed. not the sharpest quill in the pot, i’ll say.

( ✎ ) — word on the street is he’s been arranging a performance at the globe theatre next week.

( ♛ ) — why is this play being taught as part of the british exam curriculum? he didn’t even write it!

THE SHAKESPEARE SERIES.

WARNING: keep in mind, some of these authors are very strict on the rule that no minors should read their work if they’re underage, and i will honour that. but, at the end of the day, i am not your parent. so, there’s that. but heed my warning wisely. any smut or 18+ content is highlighted in bold.

NOTE: dear readers, welcome to phase two. did you miss me? it’s been a long time coming, i assure you, so i’m glad to finally get the ball rolling on the next few chapters of incredible stories. my quill has been neatly sharpened, so are you ready?

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( ♬ ) KEYNOTE — by @missgeniality

!! hoseok x reader | 18.5k !!

strangers to lovers, non-idol!au, smut, slight fluff.

dear reader, after some time away having finished phase one of this series, i happened to unwillingly stumble across some newfound knowledge of shakespeare, which enlightened all that i knew of. unbeknownst to me, shakespeare did write about sexual endeavours within his plays. exhibit a: “but i might see cupid’s fiery shaft, quenched in the chaste beams of the watery moon.” a midsummer night’s dream, act iii, scene i.

but, did shakespeare write: “a gruelling war between your self-respect and lascivious yearning, a war waged for way too long - the fact that you're even thinking about it, your self-respect has to give in to your desires.” indeed not.

effectively, this story doesn’t grant you time to settle in. if anything, you have all but one option when diving in to the sharks: to surrender, allowing yourself to be thrown into the deep end - to a dark predator, who from that moment, sits at the table he’s created within your mind, body and soul, and feasts on every last ounce of sanity you thought existed.

truthfully, what could say it better than: “metal could melt under his scrutiny — you’re nothing but a mere mortal.”

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( ♛ ) ALL’S FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR — by @faryn_rose (ao3)

!! seokjin x reader, jungkook x reader | 48.4k !!

historical!au, violence, drama & romance.

“no, you decided. monsters did not spare people's feelings.”

there are those who fall under the supposition of being an iron fist in a velvet glove, and there are those who persist it. if anything, i argue a third exist: those who prove themselves neither.

throughout this story, it appeared two emotions were consistent in their approach of lurking within its entirety - heartbreak and betrayal. after all, people find themselves doing wild things in the name of love. in the battle between two men, both equal in their share of time on the battlefield, to win the precious heart of the reader, it provokes the question: who do you choose? the proud general willing to die for you, or the gentle chief who vows to keep you safe? certainly a tough choice.

the title is seemingly a perfect choice for this exhilarating fifty-thousand-word story. for the loser is left wondering whether the fight was worth the struggle.

not mentioning the loss of pride knowing their attempts were, in fact, faulty.

but, as said, all’s fair in love and war.

“he treated me like i mattered, like i had power in this world. and i decided that i couldn’t let someone like that go.”

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( ✎ ) 1999 — by @tattookoo

!! campus royalty!jungkook x reader | 17.9k !!

90s!au, college au, hockey!au, fake dating, smut.

“kook, it’s really not hard to pretend to be into you. you’re very easy to love.”

with an unruly raven-haired rake with devastating dimples as the love interest, i am fully subscribed to the belief this utterance lies true. if anything, you’d be a fool to not swoon over this dashing playboy of the 90s.

this story hones into the idea of fake dating for the sake of rebuilding a reputation. but, as it seems, nobody’s fate truly rests in their own hands.

as we know - or will come to in time - a real relationship requires more of something that a fake perhaps less so: vulnerability. true, it carries the burden, yet it leaves space for commitment to linger, though as a visitor, and not as a resident. it seems commitment is what transforms a promise into reality.

the author does an incredible job of bringing every aspect of being exposed to the susceptibility of love, and that is what earned itself a place in my series.

yet, why is it we continue to delve into stories like these? well, for the greatest adventure we humans can ever go on: to run the risk of rejection, and to be completely okay with it.

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( ♛ ) HOOKED — by @joopiterjoon (ao3)

!! namjoon x reader | 102k !!

friends with benefits, smut, angst, 18+.

typically, when tornado warnings siren, it’s our cue to turn tail and flee. so when tornado warnings siren within people, why is it we do not take initiative until the damage is done? even worse, what if they siren within ourselves? as we know, we cannot run from ourselves.

“i need to work on me with me." while this quote may appear ordinary, i fear its the most impactful, and arguably the most important, piece of dialogue in this story - the understanding that the only person who is going to fix you, is yourself. a tough pill to swallow - especially if you were shattered against your will - but one we must digest eventually.

shakespeare wouldn’t have a clue, regarding all his characters are broken beyond belief - and that, in most cases, ends up being their demise.

alternately, this story leaves you with two ending options. i shan’t tell you which is best, dear reader, as that choice belongs to you. but, a simple thing i like to remember:

“love is loss.”

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( ♛ ) HEARTBURN — by @jiminrings

!! jimin x reader | 41.7k !!

heavy angst, emotional infidelity, more angst.

“the ones we love have the power to inflict the greatest scars, for what thing is more fragile than the human heart.” i can’t remember for the life of me who said this, but dear lord, does it just hit the mark for this story.

to cheat is to lack integrity. which jimin palpably inherits. but, it seems in order to acquire agency, sometimes bad things have to be someone’s fault.

throughout this tripartite story, you witness the growth of each individual character - and perhaps the loss of parts, too. each has their depths, their faults, their beauty. nobody is left dry, and it truly brings the story together in a way that connects so well.

“guard your heart, y/n. let it be yours before you share it again.” i ask you, author, what provoked you to write such heart-rending words? and i ask you, dear readers, to bathe in the words i say next: your heart is yours before it is anybody else’s.

this story is not just about the destruction of a great trust, but about a birth of trust within yourself and what it means to wholeheartedly put yourself first - especially in desperate times when nobody else will do it for you.

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( ♬ ) TOLERATE IT — by @archivedkookie (ongoing)

!! taehyung x reader | 6k !!

heavy angst, one-sided love, forced marriage, smut.

“the worst way to love somebody’s to watch them love somebody else and it work out.” body better, maisie peters.

unrequited love is a killer. a crushing, sinking pain when your heart reaches the depths of your stomach, and it’s more common experience than one might think - especially between you and i.

whilst this story is still ongoing, i know i’m about to be completely swept off my feet. especially with leading quotes such as: “because before all this happened, you were his friend.”

this story feels familiar - the words familiar too. simply because i assure we’ve all been the the exact boat - the one floating upon stormy seas of rejection. we understand the readers pain, we sympathise with it, and we connect to it.

“not your love to be tolerated when you know you should be celebrated.”

we’re fools of love, that’s all we are. there’s no magic or defiance behind it.

and in the words of the perks of being a wallflower: “we accept the love we think we deserve.”

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( ✎ ) LEVEL OF RESTRAINT — by @lemonjoonah

!! jimin x namjoon x reader x taehyung | 13k !!

office!au, bdsm!au, 18+, thriller, smut.

“any position beneath you would suit me nicely.” why don’t you shut the fuck up?

now, tell me, at what point does one cross the thin line between obsession and possession? what are the defining factors, and when down that very same faded line, does one reach a great epiphany they’ve reached a place of no return? does ‘love’ not beg for sacrifice? does it?

setting the scene, with characters like these, it’s hard to not risk the fall of betrayal from the thrust of arguably non-consensual sexual situations, but i’ll let you be the judge of that. effectively, this story is one you have to experience for yourself, dear reader, in order to understand. there is only so much i can tell you- reveal, express, without running my mouth and ruining the whole plot line.

though, i shall leave you with one piece of advice. a thought for you to ponder on: pay attention.

and talk about jimin and namjoon being sex on legs all you want, but there is no denial this story has a deeper, more sinister verona.

lady macbeth said it herself: “look like th' innocent flower, / but be the serpent under't.”

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( ♬ ) WANT A TASTE? — by @suga-kookiemonster

!! yoongi x reader | 18.3k !!

friends to lovers, humour, shopping mall!au, smut.

"who are you, yoongi? what is your truth?” if there is something i can respect, should it be this line.

i believe there is a rich beauty in the small, gentle exchanges between strangers, to which ripen, transforming into the most special of connections between friends - and before long, between lovers. it’s a slow and steady process i’m sure, but i find those types of love are the most worthwhile.

patience is, of course, dear reader, a virtue.

in my humble opinion, this story does nothing but breathe fun from its very core, encapsulating the sweet essence of excitement - of belonging - and burrowing itself around you like a warm blanket. that’s the sheer power of a writer - to familiarise the strange and mystify the familiar.

tell, aren’t you intrigued?

“all the time you've spent with him has already alerted you to the fact that his hard persona is all a front.”

took you long enough.

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( ♛ ) THE WEDDING ARRANGEMENT — by @sugaurora (ao3)

!! namjoon x black!reader | 44.2k !!

enemies with benefits to lovers, smut, romance.

“and maybe that's because it wasn't the kind of love you always expected, but something different that you hadn't fully let yourself accept.” if this were any other topic of matter, i would let wit take its course. however, as it is not, i am inept from doing so - rather i shall let your own imagination prove itself dominant, dear reader.

effectively, if there is anything this story has mastered, it’s the realisation that assumptions can erode any relationship, and inevitably are a fate we, the human race, continue to face and to fight.

“strangely, the first thing you thought of was home.” while i presume i join the line of overdue attendants to stumble across this indescribable romance, to say its definitely left its mark - perchance, more.

if you seek a delicious story to sink your teeth into, let this take the cake. besides, the story isn’t the only appetising option on the menu.

“you're a walking erotic novel cover, namjoon.”

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( ✮ ) FINAL SLEIGH — by @floralseokjin

!! seokjin x reader | 23.3k !!

office!au, rivals/enemies to lovers, smut.

in order to reach the beautiful rose nestled within its bush, you must first combat the prickly thorns to which ensure its survival by the name of protection. mind you, shakespeare never said that - i did. my quill is just as sharp it’s practically lethal.

the art of protection within humans, i say, is much different. it jumps out in strange forms, but each is just as valid as the other. which is what indefinitely makes this trope all the more interesting - especially in this story.

“feelings was a scary word, an uncertain word, but you thought you liked the way it made you feel.” arguably, if a pair are able to surmount this indescribable nine letter word, possibly even sit with the idea, then perhaps their journey marks itself a success. and that to me, is worth fighting for.

this story is a perfect mix between comedy and actuality, plenishing us of pure enjoyment while hooking us round the legs in the name of desire disguised. a perfect mask, indeed.

we’re all playing with fire. but if you don’t take that foolish risk, how’d you know you’d burn?

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( ✮ ) SIT. STAY. — by @daechwitatamic

!! seokjin x reader | 14k !!

neighbours!au, dog parent!au, smut.

“if you love somebody, let them go.” not to delve too deep into things, but baring in mind society’s self-destructive addiction to faster living, it poses the question whether “stay” within this context carries a much heavier weight than intended. asking someone to stick by you in a world which thrives on the act of haste, is a form of intimacy one may not throughly tread.

but understand this, dear readers, i do not miss anything.

the affinity within this story is one to point out. it’s so raw and genuine that it feels uncomfortably natural - to the point that freshly reading this felt like returning to an old friend your soul grew attached to in a past life, glad - and almost grateful - to encounter them once more.

“would you be better off telling him later, when things are settled, when you can tie up the story nice and neat?” oh, how you wound me. just so, the new in a relationship is a hard course to navigate, especially when it comes to our deepest shadows - perhaps it would be easier to stick a decorative bow over the cracks.

but then again, how else would light get in?

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( ♛ ) BLOOM — by @hobidreams

!! florist!namjoon x assassin!reader | 20.7k !!

smut, action, angst, opposites attract.

in the nature of life, it is normal for us to resist death. but in the nature of the world, in the end, death overwhelms life. but ‘tis not death itself we find ourselves afraid of, rather the possibility of it. “like how a child fears what might lay beyond a closet door, beneath a four-frame bed.”

even i fed the dark, hungry demon of that spiralling thought once.

within this captivating story, the two main characters of life and death coexist beside each other. neither try to dominate and drain the power of the other. they simply rest, side by side, together. while joon grows life through his plants, the reader strips that of what is so. to each to their own. the birth, and the destruction.

but, dear reader, does life beg the existence of death? or simply, is it the other way around? can death suffice without existence? “you can't seem to sleep… without the comfort that there's something growing, thriving in life just a few feet away.” …perhaps.

despite the pair being so different from one another, neither allow that defining characteristic the chance to ruin their dangerous, but very real connection. well… until the last petal falls.

but i shall let you discover that for yourself.

TAGLIST: @screamertannie @bebejungkook @taleasnewastime

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Public Enemy (Part 6)

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Mafia!Surgeon! Jin x Intern!Reader

Warnings: sexual themes, manipulation, mentions of death, smothering,

Word Count: 5,261

Description: You’re a young doctor - an intern fresh out of medical school - and begin your career at the best Hospital in South Korea. You would’ve been swimming in student loan debt if it wasn’t for your boyfriend of 1 year, Shin, paying it off in full. You were shocked at the action and questioned where such money came from. You got you answer when your boyfriend himself comes rushing through the hospital doors with a bullet through him.

You allowed a few tears to slip from your eyes. You were human after all - even if you weren't as hurt for Shin's death. Your eyes glance at the girls who all had tears in their eyes - you let a scoff remove itself from your throat. You pondered how sad they were, because you knew your true feelings for Shin.

You met Shin a year prior. He caught your interest, sure, and took you out on expensive dates. He even got you more expensive jewelry. Being in medical school, you didn't have the funds to splurge on yourself on such lavish items. You accepted them after a while his gifts became normal.

Not soon after, you found yourself dating Shin. You weren't one to lie to yourself and say you had deep feelings for the man. You liked him - not loved. He was a natural giver and even if you insisted you didn't need him or his money, you weren't going to tell a grown man what not to do with it. He was willing to fund your lifestyle like he had the 4 other women you're standing around with now.

You were different from them, however. You weren't blind to them. As you wipe the tears from your eyes, you were long overdue to leave. You had no desire to stay any longer than needed - especially when not standing far away was Seokjin - standing with a group of men who all wore black and appeared far too mysterious.

You weren't a fool to know that Shin was not faithful. You dated him for a year until his death a few weeks prior. You were aware of what Shin was as a man and what game he played. While he possibly thought he was managing his time between you and other women, he wasn't. You recalled the many calls he got at all hours of the night and the many text messags your eyes caught onto while he thought you weren't looking.

Shin didn't have your love, so you didn't care what he did outside of you. You had love for Shin, of course, only meaning you didn't wish him any harm and you adored the gifts he gave you. If Shin could spread his "love" elsewhere, then so could you, right? Two of you could play the same game. You didn't entertain every man that came into your line of sight. However, you didn't see an issue with involving yourself with Kim Seokjin, you're attending at the Hospital you interned at.

Jin was obviously gorgeous. Tall with dark hair and broad shoulders. His eyes were always inviting - even when they danced with cockiness - and the pair of plumpest lips you've ever seen. He was a man of confidence that was well aware of the women (and even men) that found him attractive.

You were shocked when Jin had picked you to be his intern. He was sought out by many interns that you can feel the jealousy from them. Jin's eyes couldn't lie and you were wise to catch them. The way he spoke to you with innuendo's with a smirk on his lips, the light touches and the closeness in his stance was telling. So of course, you and him naturally hooked up in the on-call rooms.

You weren't bothered by doing so. Shin wasn't going to respect the relationship with you and the other girls - why should you? It was now at the point that you respected Shin purely for the lifestyle he funded for you as he did for the same crying women in front of you.

"Y/N."

You gulp and lick your lips. You knew that low and sultry voice of Jin. The funeral was now wrapping up and you wanted nothing more than to leave.

Jin had stood besides you, dark suit he adorns suiting him well. Your eyes glance at the group of men he came with before looking back at him. "Sajangnim."you greet him with a tight lip smile.

Jin furrows a brow. His lips form a snarl on his handsome face. "What's with the formalities?" he ponders. "You've never addressed me as such in private?"

You try not to retort at him. You were aware of what he was speaking of. You and him had been entangled with the other well enough to not address each other with formalities. You've had his cock in your throat far too many times to not be comfortable.

"It's out of respect." you tell him. You turn your eyes to him to see he's looking down at you far too intently. "You are me attending."

"Is that all I am?" Jin steps forward, his dark eyes narrowing. "You speak as if we aren't...well aware of the other."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. He wasn't going to allow you to live it down that you and him slept together. You were knowledgeable enough in your situation with Jin. You and him would never be a couple - he was far ahead of you in life and you were a first year intern. Your peers spoke of you in hushed whispers and curled noses. You didn't care what they thought of you, but you'd be damn if anyone said you got this career because of who you were fucking.

"You and I were never together, sajangnim. I admire you greatly as you are an amazing surgeon." you bow at him, and Jin does nothing but glare at you. "I should be going, I have-"

"Not only are you an adulterer, but you're also a murderer." Jin chuckles, tips of his ears turning red.

Your eyes widen at his words and you scan around you to make sure no one has heard. "W-What?"

"You had an affair with me, have you not?" Jin tilts his head as he speaks. "While you had a significant other. Not only that, but you killed him."

"I did not!" you hiss at him, coming closer to him so only he could hear you. You didn't need anyone in your business. "That was you-"

"Eh." Jin shrugs his shoulders. "I'm a renowned surgeon who is known around the nation."

Jin lifts his hand to your cheek. His hands are soft as he rubs a thumb along your cheek.

"Jin-"

"Jin?" A laugh erupts from Jin's throat. "What happened to the formalities? You only want to be associated with me when it benefits you?"

Your heart is thumping at his words. His aura and demeanor changes like clockwork. The man with the soothing voice and soft touches now appears threatening and cold. You're stiff in his embrace and could feel your cheek become wet.

"Don't cry, baby." Jin murmurs, leaning down to look directly into your eyes. His thumb strokes the tear away from your eyes. "I won't let them take you to jail."

You whimper at his words. Your vision soon becomes blurry until you have to blink the tears away. You couldn't believe his words. You were not the one who ultimately allowed Shin to die. Seokjin was the one who had gone through with the surgery to then smother him, claiming that the world would be better off without a man like him. You were left in shock when it had happened, but what could you do? Who could you run to? You had no friends in the hospital and eventually only associated with with the same man who killed him.

"You're nothing but an intern, Y/N." Jin scoffs. "You think anyone would believe you if you told them I killed a man? I've been a surgeon for years, baby. I could easily tell them it was you." Jin places a kiss upon your head as if he wasn't spitting venom at you. "They'll believe my charm over yours. But I'm not going to do that! You're mine now, right?"

You don't answer his question - you're unable to process what he was saying. You're stuck on the fact that he was willing to lie to the police and tell them it was you when he was the one who had done it. You felt trapped under his gaze and embrace that you feel your legs begin to tremble.

"It's okay, baby. Let's go." Jin sighs, shaking his head. "You need to lie down. You're not feeling good right now."

Your hands wrap around Jin's neck, eyes locking into his own as you straddle him. It was risky being in the on-call room - yet anyone rarely steps foot inside. All the both of you needed truly was a quick release before being on call for another surgery. Besides, both of you had done this many times before. It wasn't a secret that Jin and you were close - closer than any attending and intern should be.

You giggle when you feel Jin's hands sneak around your waist. He licks his lips, eyes telling you just what he wants. Your scrub pants are already off and all you have to do is slip your panties to the side and enter his cock into you. You lick your lips, pussy clenching already with just the thought of riding Jin here with the possibility of being caught.

"We don't have much time." Jin moans against your lips, his plump ones now fully engulfing yours into a kiss.

You nod your head and do as he wants. You place both of your feet on either side of him, Jin's eyes watching with enthusiasm as you push your panties to the side and sit on top of him. He hisses and grips your hips, nails digging into them. You bite your lip as you adjust against him, feeling your pussy clench around him.

You start at a good pace, trying to adjust to his size. Your hands are gripping his neck tighter - Jin finds it more difficult to breathe but it only makes him want you more. He released a quiet moan, his eyes fluttering to stay open. You always knew how to drive him crazy with the way you rode him and just how rough you were with him.

"Your cock feels so good inside of me, Jinnie. It's so beautiful." you giggle, suppressing your moan as you quicken the pace on top of him. You know how he loved when you praised him, even when you took control. "You're being so good for me, Jinnie. No wonder I can't stop fucking you."

Jin bites his lips. He wasn't sure what it was about you that made him crazy. You were similar to any other intern he works besides - yet you're more demanding. You set your foot into the hospital and demanded not only his attention, but as his attending. You were great at what you do - intimately and as an upcoming surgeon. You took no shit from no one and wasn't one to be bothered by other's words or thoughts about you.

You kiss his lips, your tongue flickering out to lick upon his bottom lip before you clasp it between your teeth. "Your lips are so plump and perfect, Jinnie. I can't wait to see them between my legs."

You're riding him more aggressively - with much more need, force and dominance. Your fingers are grabbing his chin to force him to look at you; an act he adored immensely. You were such a demanding woman - always praising him but never afraid to tell him off about himself when needed. He enjoyed it when you were the one in control and became the bitch he knew you could be.

The sound of the pager goes off, a high pitched sound that indicates that it was an on-call emergency.

Jin groans, as do you. The high dies down with the sound and you mentally curse at the inconvenience. You couldn't be caught in here ignoring the pager, however. You remove yourself from on top of him with a frown and get yourself presentable. "Fucking pager." you hiss to yourself.

Jin pulls his pants up with a sigh. He does his belt before making his way to the door. "Let's go attending." he chuckles, swinging the door open in time to find a few paramedics racing down the hallway with a man on a stretcher.

A man you recognized - a crying girl running to keep up and be by the bloodied man's side. You stop in your tracks, wondering if your mind was playing tricks on you or not.

Your eyes are wide as you follow behind Jin and the paramedics, your eyes locked at the man - Shin - who was your boyfriend. How in the world he got here you had no idea. The crying girl besides him you assumed was one of the many girls he entertained. She didn't appear familiar to you and you were sure she didn't know who the hell you were.

"Male, no older than 25 maybe, shot in the stomach twice before he was brought here. He attempted to stop the bleeding but he would need critical surgery asap." one paramedic said.

Jin nods, he turns his head slightly to you. "Y/L. You know what to do." he says. "Get prepared for surgery."

You nod, but are still stunned at the scene before you. You speed-walk towards the main surgery room, head pounding. You nearly dropped a few surgery equipment as you attempted to prepare them. Your hands are trembling when Seokjin arrives moments later with the paramedics to have Shin transferred and prepared for surgery. The girl is being pushed away, stating that she cannot be present during surgery. Your eyes meet hers and suddenly, you feel sick to your stomach.

You told yourself that you would never encounter another one of Shin's girlfriends. You weren't as invested in your relationship with Shin to investigate who these women were, but to meet one of them with a bloody Shin was far too much to handle. The door closes and it's just you and Seokjin. He's already prepared for surgery, mask and gloves on and paired with a surgical apron.

"Y/L." Jin's voice booms through your ears. "We need to get started."

You nod your head without speaking. You grab ahold of your own surgical apron and mask, placing it over your nose and mouth. Your hands are trembling if you put the gloves on. You make your way to Shin, witnessing the blood upon his face and chest - shirt cut open to reveal the several bullet holes in him. There's a respitator mask covering his nose and lips and Jin wstes no time in beginning the surgery.

"Y/L. If you're in shock I can have someone else assist me," Jin speaks, not halting his actions. "I would need you to hold the camera so I can see more in dept."

You shake your head. "I-I can do it." you murmur, coming closer. You sure hoped you could.

You enter the meeting room with your eyes low, fingers playing with one another nervously. You could feel the pair of eyes on you, one being Seokjin and the other the detective. You had witnessed her come inside and flash a badge. Your heart leaped in your chest when you saw her go inside the meeting room with nurses and paramedics - but it was witnessing Seokjin enter the room and remain in there for the longest was what had your mind flipping.

You were sweating - you had to be. You could feel a headache forming with the amount of nerves you felt. You recalled the same detective at the funeral but the last thing you wanted was for her to interrogate you. She was, however. Not only were you involved in the surgery of Shin, you were also personally involved with him.

"YN." Jin speaks when he opens the door to the meeting room. He pokes his head out at you. "Come in."

You feel seconds from vomiting. You're unsure how your feet manage to take you to the room, but it does. Jin closes the door behind you and you release a breath as you stand awkwardly under the detectives gaze. She's standing with both hands inside her pockets but her eyes never leave you. You're aware that it's a tactic that law enforcement have to make whoever crack under pressure.

"Y/L Y/N." the detective nods her head to you. "Please have a seat. I just have a few questions."

You sit in the chair that's already pulled out. You sense Jin does the same to the seat besides you. You glance at him to see he's already looking at you. He offers a warm smile, tilting his head slightly. You turn your head to the detective. "Why am I here?" you question, trying to act as clueless as possible.

"I'm investigating the murder of Chang Shin." she tells you. "Of course, you know him. I've already spoke to the other girlfriends."

You hum lowly to yourself. Your mind is racing at her words. You wonder what she knows about her investigation thus far. It can't be much - the other women had nothing to do with his death like you and Jin had. You can feel Jin's hand slide onto your knee and you assume he could sense you're tense.

"I am well aware that Shin survived the surgery you performed, Kim-ssi?" the detective asks.

"You can call me Jin." Jin smiles at the detective. "You're going to be a part of the family after all."

The look on the detective's face tells you that whatever Jin was speaking of has irritated her - but she kept her cool. Her eyes narrows at Jin who does nothing but offer a smile in return - a smile that has ulterior motives in it. You knit your brows together to try to piece together what Jin was speaking of.

"Answer the question, Kim." the detective hisses.

"Yes." Jin nods his head. "The surgery was successful."

The detective leans against a wall. "Autopsy reports states that he's died from complications due to surgery."

Jin nods. "Yes. We assumed he was bleeding from the inside even after the surgery." Jin speaks with confidence that it even has you convinced for a moment - until you recollect that it wasn't correct.

"I see." the detective looks your way, and as soon as she does you turn your eyes away from her. "I believe that's false."

"How so?" Jin questions with a raised brow. "Surgeries such as this happen all the time."

"Not with Kim Seokjin." the detective speaks, his name slipping off her tongue like venom. Jin remains silent, but the curl of his lips says he was less than pleased. "You're an acclaimed seurgon. People all over the nation come to you, am I right?"

She was correct, you note. It was an honor to work in the same Hospital as Jin and even a bigger honor to work side by side with him as his intern. You feel your palms go sweaty. While Jin was able to keep his cool and appear nonchalant, you were a mess besides him. You refused to look anywhere towards the detective and you were fidgety. Every few moments you'd wipe your hands along your scrub pants and bite your lips.

"Where are you going with this, detective?" Jin leans forward on the table. "It's almost as if you're accusing us." he chuckles, but there's no joy in it.

The detective shrugs. "Maybe I am." she says with a mellow tone.

Jin laughs, the same loud wiper laugh he always did when anything - even the slightest thing - was comical. You didn't understand how he could laugh at a time such as this. "That would be the opposite of my job description, don't you think detective?" he says. "I'm a Surgeon not a grim reaper." he jokes.

The detective stands straight. "Are you and Y/L Y/N together?" the detective asks. "It's not illegal for an intern and an attending to be together."

Jin doesn't respond. The detective eyes turn to you. "Y/N? Are you and Kim Seokjin partners?"

"May I ask why it's a concern to the investigation, detective?" Jin speaks over you. "I'm not sure where you're going with this. It's all over the place, honestly." he motions with his hand to show how "out over the place" it was by swinging them around erratically.

The detective chuckles humorously. "All questions I ask are part of the investigation." she assures with a nod of her head. "Let's see...Shin is shot twice and sent to this hospital where you," the detective points to you and Seokjin. "two happen to be a part of the surgery. A coincidence, of course, but of course the acclaimed surgeon Kim Seokjin is able to succeed in the operation."

Jin crosses his arms as he listens, eyes glaring at the detective. Namjoon couldn't have picked a woman that was less the same as him.

"I've talked to other nurses and doctors around the Hospital prior to today and they've all told me they had their suspicions of the two of you far before Chang Shin was shot and brought here."

You feel your throat tighten. You were unaware of this news. You never saw the detective enter the Hospital until today and even so, none of your peers had stated anything of the sort. But, why would they? The women had a great dislike for you and the whisperings of you only getting your job because you were on your knees for Kim Seokjin was always in the air.

"So let's say...you aren't involved with him getting shot." the detective shrugs. "But seeing as he was dealing drugs, maybe Y/N was afraid to leave him."

You glance at Seokjin when you heard your name.

"So here was your opportunity. To get rid of the man stopping you from being with Y/N." the detective's voice gets louder. "You're a surgeon that almost always gets the job done. Maybe afterwards when Shin thought he was going to live you..." the detective lifts her hands. "place the pillow over his head to get rid of him quieter?"

You're silent - far too silent. You can hear your heart beating and was positive that the detective heard it, as well. You were already a suspect alongside Jin and you weren't appearing innocent. Refusing to look the detective in the eye and having little to no words was the tell-all.

"I can see why Namjoon likes you, detective." Jin chuckles. "You're just like him. Smart, far into your job. You and him make the perfect match."

You didn't know who Namjoon was and this was the second time you heard his name associated with the detective. You had finally glanced your eyes at her to see her glaring at Jin.

"Again, I am no grim reaper and I do not decide who comes and goes." Jin sighs, licking his lips. "I take pride in being a surgeon and I want nothing more than my patients to survive. But ultimately..." Jin then shakes his head. "Chang Shin has succumd to his wounds."

Jin stands, sending the chair he was once sitting in back with a loud screch. "If there is no further questions, detective, my intern and I must be going. We have a long day ahead of us, I assure you." Jin bows. "Y/N."

You stand, as well, bowing to the detective. She doesn't say a word to you as you nearly dash out of the meeting room, stomach churning.

"I'll be seeing you around, detective." Jin winks at her. "I'll be looking forward to it."

Your eyes widen in shock when Jin eyes you, narrowing as you gulp under his intense gaze. You're frozen and stiff, unable to move or say anything under Jin's eyes. The sound of the heart monitor is beeping, indicating that Shin was very much alive and well - hours after the surgery performed by Jin. Shin is breathing heavily, eyes closed in an unconscious slumber.

Your heart leaps when it happens, a quick movement from Seokjin that has you unable to do anything. He's calm as he does so - placing the large pillow over Shin's head, smothering him all the while his eyes never leave yours. You can hear the heart monitor grow louder and louder as Shin struggles to breathe. His body begins to convulse and you could hear faint choking sounds.

A trembling hand clasps over your lips as you watch horrified at Jin's action. Your stomach was churning but you're unable to look away from the sight. You only do when you hear the heart monitor go flat and Shin's body still.

Jin hums, shaking his head. He places the pillow back under Shin's head. "Sad he had not survived." were the words you recalled before you released everything in your stomach.

"Y/N."

You gulp before turning to Jin, shaking the previous memories from your mind. He's holding onto your knee with one hand as the steering wheel with the other. He's driving fast down the road, no cars on either side of it. You're quiet the entire drive to what you assume was his home. You had no fight left in you any longer. Jin made it clear that if all things fail, he would throw you to the wolves for a murder you didn't commit.

But, deep in your mind you've already blamed yourself enough. You stood pathetically while Jin smothered Shin, unable to speak out a sign of protest. Maybe if you'd have, he'd be alive right now.

"He wouldn't be."

You're started at the suddeness of Jin's voice.

"W-What?"

"He wouldn't be alive." Jin turns to face you. "He would be dead regardless."

Your throat goes dry at his words. You're unable to take your eyes away from his face and the beauty he possesses makes it more difficult to.

"He was nothing but a corpse anyways." Jin laughs, genuine joy in his tone. "I took out the trash in my eyes. For you and the rest of those girls."

You turn away from him. Your eye brows knit together at his words before you're questioning. "How did you know about the other girls?" There wasn't a way for him to know about them prior to the funeral and you hadn't told him before he smothered Shin.

Jin is silent, hand squeezing your knee as he drives. You feel goosebumps trickle along your skin as you wait for his response.

"I won't say anything, Jin." you attempt to plead, but Jin lifts his hand to your face to silent you.

"Stop your begging, Y/N." Jin makes a sudden stop along the side of the vacant road. He puts the car in park and turns to you. "You're hung up on a man who's used you and other women to his advantage? You're upset that I allowed a low drug dealer to die by my hands?"

Jin lets out a loud laugh once more. It makes your skin crawl how someone such as Jin - kind and sweet when needed be - could turn into something like this. His laughs were sinister and cold, not the ones you've grown to love over time.

"You didn't even love him, Y/N. You being with me is evident of that."

Jin reaches out to touch your cheek. You flinch, and that sends him into a frenzy. He jerks away from you as if you burned him, his eyes widening with shock. "You're scared of me?" he tilts his head and scans your face. "I got rid of that trash for you and my dongsaengs. I allowed the coroner to say he died by natural causes so we could hide out tracks and be together."

You tremble at the new found information. You didn't know what lengths Jin went through to secure his innocence. You're trying to wrap your mind around his words - him getting rid of Shin for not only himself, but for his dongsaengs. How many people were involved in Shin's death? There couldn't be a coincidence that he has ended up at that very same hospital and had Jin as a surgeon - no matter how good he was at being one.

Your blood runs cold at how much shit you were in.

"I didn't ask you to do that." you respond to him. You're still unsure how he knew far too much of Shin, but it was evident foul play was involved. Shin was set up to ultimately fail and was only brought to the hospital to appear as though there was an attempt made on his life - and to ensure whoever put the bullets in his wouldn't be caught.

"Is that so, Y/N?" Jin unbuckles his seat belt. He opens his car door to get out and walk around the car. You're watching with your eyes, far too slow in locking your door when he yanks it open.

You release a scream when you feel Jin wraps a large hand around your neck, fingersnails digging into your skin. You feel him yank you out of the car. You fall against the road roughly, your bare knees hitting the pavement and scratch along it.

"If that's how you feel, Y/N, then you're welcomed to leave." Jin pushes you aside. Your palms catch you from falling, but the sudden impact has your hands scrapping like your knees had. "I won't force an ungrateful woman to stay with me."

Jin closes the passenger door and makes his way to the drivers side.

"J-Jin!" you scream for him, somehow managing to get onto your feet. You're crying now, tears falling down your cheeks roughly. "Please don't leave me here!"

You're unsure where you're at. You're far from home and any city. Your phone was left in his car and by the looks of it, he had no intentions of returning it to you.

"Why?" Jin asks with a dangerously calm tone. "You don't want to be with me. You can find your own way back, surely. Maybe the maggot food can rise from the dead and save you."

Jin enters the car, but doesn't close the door. "Until then, I'll make it my mission law enforcement hears from me."

You're pathetic and frightened. Blurry tears blind your vision but you manage to run to him. You tripped as you rounded the corner to the car door and fell into his lap You sobbed, fingers gripping the expensive pant suit. "Please don't leave me here, Jin." you plead, coughing a few times as you speak. "I'm sorry."

Jin places his hand on your head. You were a mess - always had been. It was the reason he had to teach you a lesson. You'd need no one but him - only him. You would be left utterly defenseless without him. He got you the job as his intern at the best Hospital Seoul could provide - even when you were denied. He had no intentions of leaving you vulnerable in the middle of nowhere for anyone to take advantage of.

Jin only needed you to think he was.

In the end, you did what he knew you would do. Come crawling back to him.

"Let's go home, baby." Jin coos, lifting your head from his lap to wipe your tears. "Take the week off from work so you can grieve. Then, you can come back better than ever."

You slowly nod your head, trembling in his touch. His voice frightens you - how a man can go from cold and distant to loving and inviting in the next.

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BTS -> {Seven Deadly Sins AU} -> Falling in love with a mortal

Requested: No

Group: BTS

Genre: Fluff. Angst. Some smut.

Warning: Deadly sin stuff. Some blood and violence. some nsfw. Possibly triggering. Mention of cheating. Mention of depression and emotional lows.

Jin

Your breath was making the mirror mist up slightly, but it was tolerable enough, especially since the two of you were both taking great pleasure in the activities that he enacted when he decided to join you in the shower. His grip on your hips was bruising but tolerable, his lips on your neck making you moan in delight as he continued to rut against you, his eyes on your and his reflection while you clung to the edge of the bathroom sink, taking him as he relentlessly moved against you.

While you looked glorious in moments of ecstasy, Seokjin couldn’t help but smirk at his reflection as he looked completely astounding towering over you and making you completely submissive to him. You were beyond overwhelmed with the physical pleasure you were receiving from him, as well as from the love that you felt for him, and yet he looked so completely composed and not at all as disheveled as you that it made him chuckle. He couldn’t help it, it was just a good contribution to his pride as a lover and a man.

But then again, he was known as Pride for a reason.

Out of all his brothers, he was the best out of all them. Be it appearance-wise, intelligence, or experience, he was superior to them all. None of his brothers affected humans like him. Like moths to a candle flames, others were always drawn to him first. And he lavished in the attention that was forced upon him. While his brothers constantly call him out on his vanity, he simply did not find it within himself to care. So what if he was vain, he had a good reason to. After all, he was the best, something which was openly noted by their parents. He was the eldest and the most superior, his brothers could never match up to him, and he always made sure to remind them of it in case they believed that he was getting complacent of his position as the eldest.

Seokjin was used to humans fawning over him and he took take pleasure in reeking the benefits of his ‘Pride’ title. It was so easy to take care of those lustful individuals that desired a single night with him. He did not care who they were, as long as they could feed his vanity and pride, then he would happily take them. He had needs that needed to be fulfilled, and he expected everyone to obey his every command. But then to his utmost surprise, he found himself being defied by the very first time by a human with the most fiery personality in the entire universe.

You.

You hated him. You told him straight his face. And never in his existence had he ever had his ego knocked down to the extent that he was left speechless, unable to be the one to say the last word as you all but stormed off and left him behind with a stunned crowd and a cackling bunch of brothers who witnessed the verbal beat down he was given by a mousy mortal. And he was infuriated. Just how dare you humiliate him in front of everybody? No one has ever done that to him! Not even his brothers. He had planned to make you pay, in the worst way possible, and what was a better way than to make you fall in love with the very charms you claimed to hate? It was the most delicious plan.

But nowhere in the plan did he expect to genuinely fall in love with you.

He felt you tightening around him, your lips chanting his name as you told him you were getting close, which only motivated him to speed up his thrusts even more. He pulled his lips away from your neck and instead grabbed the back of it and pushed you down to the sunk so that it was only his body he could see in the mirror reflection, his eyes looking like two swirling orbs of desire as his hips slammed against yours.

“What do you want?” He asked at his reflection, his hips not pausing for even a moment while his grip on your neck tightened. He was rather asking himself the question but you were completely unawares as you assumed that he was asking you the question.

“T-To come!” You answered, squeaking highlight as Seokjin kept hitting the deepest spot in your body.

“What do you think you are doing?” He asked again, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he felt the pit in his stomach increasing with time, an indication that was soon going to follow after you for otherworldly pleasure. While you were slightly confused at the question, it did not phase your much as you were so close to the edge.

“T-taking you!” You screeched, your body pressing back against Seokin’s hand on your neck that was keeping you down. Seokjin pushed you down harder against the sink, his hips slapping against your backside with punishing thrusts which only made you screech even more. He looked away from his reflection and instead watching himself enter and exit your body, the pit in his stomach so large that it was only going to take a few more seconds before he would release himself.

“Who do you love?” He asked, both of his hands squeezing the body parts he was touching as he slammed himself into your even more, needing your answer.

“You! I love you!” You announced, screaming when Seokjin slammed into you one last time before you finally clenched hard around him and felt yourself get filled up with his own seed, his hips pressed against yours as he released himself in you, letting out disgruntled grunts as he allowed himself to follow over the edge with you, giving each other to the world of pleasure.

Both of you trembled from the aftermath of such a climatic release, but Seokjin couldn’t help himself as he released you neck to only press his entire body against your back, his lips in your ear as he began to subtly move his hips again.

“Who is the one that has ruined you for others?” He asked, which made you give a soft laugh before you turned your head around and catch his lips in a surprise kiss.

“You.” You confessed, love clearly shining in your eyes which made his head clench in both happiness and guilt, since the only reason the two of you were like this was because of you broke his pride, but he did not have the heart to tell you the truth.

You were his and he was going to keep you, even if it meant he had to lie. Because he was not going to let you leave him, not when you have affected him so much to extent that he can’t imagine being with anyone else but you.

Suga

“I get that it is in your nature, but what you did was not okay!”

“......It is not that much of a big deal......”

Yoongi was tired, and just physically tired but just tired in general., and he could not completely blame himself for it. He never asked to be born into this family, he had never asked to become Sloth, to be the epitome of nothing. The thing about the Deadly family was that titles were inherited the second they were born and with his family, seven children meant seven titles, and they were literally born to be a specific sin and had no control over what they were to be. Being Sloth meant that he was more than just the epitome of laziness, but that he literally had no effort to do anything, much less feel anything.

His brothers took all of the emotions, leaving him with none. Even though he was the second eldest, he hardly had any control over anything. He was the forgotten brother most of the time, his family barely noticing if he was in the room or not, not that they really missed him since he did not add much to the conversations in the first place. He just liked to sleep, sleep was the only solution to his feeling of absolute nothingness. He could never be like his brothers, he didn’t have the capabilities to be the same as them, so he simply just lived for sake of living, he breathed for the sake of breathing, but at times he wondered if it was even worth it.

He did not think much of you when the two of you had first met, the only thing he did notice was that you were almost the complete opposite of him. While he delved into the shadows, you were in the center of the limelight. While he was quiet, you were a loudmouth. When he simply wanted to pas on, you wanted to live, and for some reason, you wanted him to live with you. He can’t really say he humored you, but at the same time he did because he never pushed you away. He simply allowed you into his life and let you try pull him out of his shell.

But it was never easy. You were fighting against his very nature, and most of the time he thinks you are simply wasting your breath in trying to save someone like him.

“It is a big deal! I called you a million times and you didn’t answer your phone once! I called every one of your brothers and they said you didn’t answer their phone calls either! We were worried about you Yoongi!”

Yoongi lifted his head to gaze at you, his slumped form on his armchair in a very dark room at his home as he closed all the curtains in the house to leave him in peaceful darkness. But despite the darkness, he could see your angry expression easily, your hands on your hips as you stared him down from your spot in the middle of the room “.....why?”

“...Did you seriously just ask me ‘why’?” You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief as you stared at him, hoping he would crack something else to contrast his legitimate question. Only he didn’t. He said continued to look at you with the same hollow look in your eye you were tired of being familiar with. “You complete son of a ... “

You spared him with one fierce glare befoe you spun on your heel and stormed out of the room, leaving him behind in his vortex of darkness. Yoongi sighed, ducking his head down to his chest and closing his eyes to listen to you slam the door shut, most likely leaving him to his hole of hollowness while he wastes away like a piece of-

“What the fuck!” He screamed, leaping off his armchair a he was soaked from his head to his waste in ice cold water, you glaring at him from your original pot, only with a dripping bucket in your hand. You dropped the bucket to the floor and glared at him once more before marching over to his window and ripping open the curtains to let the light in, making Yoongi hiss at the sudden brightness. You then marched back to him and poked him hard in the chest while glaring harshly at him.

“You listen to me Min Yoongi, and listen well. You may not give a shit about yourself, but there are others who do. If you don’t think your brothers do, then you better fucking know that I do. if you dare to pull another stunt like this again, I will literally set your whole fucking house on fire and dance naked on top of the roof while set off fireworks which will explode into ‘Min Yoongi is a fucking dumbass’, do you understand me?”

Yoongi stared at you for a moment, jaw slightly slack.

“...That’s oddly specific-”

“Min Yoongi!” You screeched, grabbing him by his wet shirt and tugging him close until the two of you were nose to nose, your nostrils flaring with the amount of anger you were feeling, that you almost reminded him of a dragon that was about to breathe fire. “Tell me that you fucking understand, otherwise I swear to all the heavens and hells above, I will kick your ass right here right now. Fucking answer me.”

“...”

He stared at you right in the eyes, noticing the fire in them which only seemed to increase with each passing second as he didn’t answer you. His shirt was sopping wet and water was dripping from his air into his eyes, but he found it did not bother him that much. What bothered him was that he knew that he had upset you, and he never used to care much of the feelings of others in the past. Not even with his brothers did he bother about their thoughts or feelings.

But you...he was bothered that he was the reason that upset you. So he finally nodded in understanding, noticing how your features softened slightly at his acknowledgment before your eyes hardened again and he felt himself get flung across the room and suddenly pushed in the direction of his bathroom.

“Good! Now the first thing you need to do is have a shower! You are sopping wet!”

“...You are the reason I am like this in the first place.” He pointed out, only to receive a slap on the back and another hard shove into his bathroom.

“Unimportant. Now get moving. I’m going to pick you out some clothes and we are going out for lunch. I bet you haven't even eaten a thing yet, am I right?” He opened his mouth to answer, only for his stomach to beaten him to it, making him slightly flush at the revelation. You shot him a knowing look. “Yeah I thought so. Now get in and hurry up.”

J-Hope

One thing which Hoseok was very good at was spoiling you, especially since he the finances to spoil you endlessly. The family dynamics were quite obtuse since the assets of the family was divided according to the deadly sin, and with Hoseok being the representation of Gluttony, he happened to be one of the most well-off siblings amongst the brothers. He wouldn’t say that he was the favorite, but he most certainly received some great benefits with his deadly sin, and so he lived his life accordingly with what he could afford, which was everything.

Hoseok enjoyed his life. He lived in luxury and he could surround himself in all of the physical pleasures in life, ranging from material possessions to beautiful people that enjoyed living life with him. But the one problem with being the representation of gluttony was that people were not always sincere with their intentions with him. Yeah, he had the money of the Deadly family, but that did not mean that he had the happiness that most of his brothers had in terms of sincere relationships. He would say the only solid relationships that he had was with his brothers, even though their relationships could become quite volatile due to their differing natures. But in the end they were family, and family stuck together through thick and thin.

At first you and him were only friends, someone who happened to be in the same place as him whenever he went out and hung out with others, but somehow he managed to become drawn to you. One of the reasons that Hoseok was popular among humans was that he spent his money on himself and on them, buying out the clubs and paying for everyone’s bills, but you weren’t interested in him trying to buy you anything. You were independent and you hated being indebted to others, so you never did take up on Hoseok’s offers in anything that was financial.

One would say he was generous at times, but it was all because he had a bountiful amount of money to spend, almost too recklessly at times, and you didn’t like that. Perhaps it was because you were the opposite of him that he became attracted to you, and he had to earn your love through actions instead of gifts and money, but when he eventually managed to capture your heart, he did not limit himself when it came to spoiling you.

“Hoseok, this is way too much.” You complained, staring at the thousand of roses that were on your dining room table, some even on the floor because of the bountifulness of the Hoseok’s gift. Hoseok just grinned before wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“No its not. It’s our thousandth day anniversary, it is only right that I gift you will a thousand roses.” He chuckled in your ear, press a kiss to it before going to nibble on your earlobe, earning himself a smack from you as you turned around in his arms to flash him a glare.

“I told you that you don’t need to buy me fancy things like this! This is way too much.” But Hoseok was already prepared for your argument, so he quickly silenced you with a kiss before pulling back to raise a finger at you.

“Nuh uh, your term of ‘fancy’ consists of expensive jewellery and a car, and I have not gotten you those gifts. I have simply gotten you some lovely red roses and have reserved a table at one of our favorite restaurants. Nothing too fancy, just actions filled with love.” He flashed you a cheeky smile, only to be met with a narrowed gaze.

“Don’t try pull a loophole on me, I won’t tolerate it.” Hoseok laughed and pressed a kiss to your nose.

“Ah but you will my young lover, when it comes to you, I am allowed to endlessly spoil you in any way I see fit while keeping you happy. And deny it all you want, I know that you love my expression of love for you.” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully at you, noticing how you tried to resist smiling but couldn’t help it, letting out a light chuckle which made Hoseok beam. “You see, you love me.”

“Of course I do, but I sometimes wonder why.” You admitted, only to make Hoseok gasp in mock hurt.

“How could you be so cruel to me my love, I have only been a loyal friend and boyfriend to you who is endlessly loving and spoiling you from head to toe.”

“That is exactly the problem, I don’t need you to do that. I’m already yours, so there is no need to buy me.” Warmth immediately filled Hoseok’s body when you mentioned the fact that you his. True, he did try to buy you at first when he expressed interest, but you made him work for you, an it was work damn well paid off because he now has someone who balances him completely. He was filled with so much warmth, a pool of desire began to form in his stomach as his eyes flashed mischievously, which immediately caught you attention and make you look at him warily. “Just what are you planning now?“

Hoseok slipped his hand to your backside and squeeze, prompting a gasp out of you which only made his grin increase in size. He then slipped his hands to your thighs and suddenly picked you up, your arms immediately wrapping around his waist to support yourself while you hands went to his shoulders, your eyes wide as you stared at him. “I just have one more gift to give you before we go out and spend a lovely evening together with wine and food, and don’t worry, it is completely free.”

“Just what are you-” Hoseok pressed his lips against yours, swallowing your words with his mouth as he slipped his tongue into yours and immediately took over the kiss while he began to walk the two of you towards your bedroom, not pausing for even a moment before he had you pressed against the mattress with him on top of you. He pulled away and flashed you the most lethal grin before he pulled himself to his knees and began to unbutton his shirt.

“I am going to make love to every inch of your body until the only thing that you can hear, think, and say is my name, and you are going to let me spoil you in any way I see fit. You agree?” Your face was completely flushed at the sight of a bare chested Hoseok as he tugged his shirt off and tossed it to the side before his hands when to your shirt, tugging it up until your bra covered chest was revealed to him, prompting him to lean down and press a kiss to your sternum, his eyes glancing back to you with lustful eyes. “Do you agree my love?”

“Y-Yes...” He grinned as he began to trail kisses along your neck.

“Glad to hear it.”

Envy and jealousy was an entwined product in Namjoon’s life, and he was often a victim to it since he was its sole representative. In terms of his parents affection, Namjoon has not received much of it and it has been an aspect of his upbringing which shaped him into what he is today. he gets that every person and living thing had a tragic backstory, but even he could say his was pathetic. Out of all seven of his brothers, he received the least attention from his parents. He has even been accused of being some sort of copy cat to his brothers Seokjin and Jimin, because Envy is an aspect connected to both of their sins, therefore he was dealt with swiftly in the family with his place in the hierarchy, despite being one of the older brothers.

Namjoon has always been jealousy of others, especially of his brothers, because no matter how hard he tried to prove himself, he always seemed to come short. He was almost the minor middleman in the family despite being the one with the most sense, but he was constantly compared to everyone that he is surprised that he hasn’t even been driven insane yet. The Deadly family was not exactly magnolias and rainbows, they were the representations of all evils after all, and yet he was considered one of the lesser of evils all because of his emotional connections to his brothers.

Even though he has grown now and has built up some success in his life, he can’t deny that he still yearns for approval from his family. While he shouldn't care what they thought about him since they never bothered to when he was growing up, he wanted them to give him some sort of acknowledgment, to just say that he has done a good job or just...he just wanted them to give him something, something which his brothers had received while growing up which he did not. Was it such a bad thing to receive a parents love for once?

Namjoon felt arms wrap around him from behind, giving him a firm squeeze while he felt a kiss on his bare shoulder, warm breaths ticking his skin as he felt a warm body press itself against his back. He didn’t acknowledge them as he stared at his phone, his grip tightening every passing second and even shaking as he stared at the message from his parents in relation to the family dinner he had prepared to host at his home this weekend.

‘Unfortunately we can’t make it. Send our regards to your brothers.’

He felt his throat thicken, a slight pressure building in his eyes even though he was trying to resist it by clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth hard together. He heard a sigh behind him and another kiss to his shoulder.

“We can still have a good time. I spoke to Taehyung and Jungkook the other day, and they seemed really excited to see everyone again.”

“That is only because they were aware that our parents were going to join us. Clearly things are going to change since they can no longer attend.”

Namjoon couldn’t help but slam his phone on the mattress and cradle his head with his hands, his fingers tugging harshly at his hair as he tried to get a hold of himself. It was not surprising that his parents couldn’t attend, they never did when he was the host of such family events. Why would they bother coming out to the home of their least favorite son? They never turned down an invitation from the others, only when he was the host did they always back out of the attendance. It was not surprising one bit, and yet it was at the same time.

“Don’t say that. Your brothers love you, they wouldn’t back out because of this.” You said, giving him another firm hug as you rested your chin on his shoulder, staring at his side profile as he held his head. Namjoon let out an empty chuckle.

“While your optimism is one of the reasons why I love you, it won’t work in this situation sweetheart. I know my brothers, they are not going to come, not when their star and moon is no longer in attendance and they are no longer required to play their part as a big, happy family.”

All of the Deadly sins had a part to play, and his brothers were no different. They all strived to impressed their parents, even if it meaning outshining and undermining one another, because who wouldn’t want to be the apple of their mother’s and father’s eyes? Namjoon certainly has never been one, he has always been the gum under their shoe that they could not wait to scrape off on the pavement.

“You’re wrong. They won’t pull out, not if I have a say about it.” You said, a sudden determination filling your voice. Namjoon chuckled and lifted his head to turn and look at you, mild amusement in his eyes.

“And what, pray tell, could you do to my brothers to force them to come to a family dinner?” You raised an eyebrow and flashed him a challenging smirk.

“You forget that women are one of the most predatory creatures in the world. If we smell blood and are hungry enough, he will go into a frenzy, and since I am remarkably close with all six of their girlfriends, let me just say that we will work together to make sure to bring them all to their knees for dinner.” Namjoon let out a disbelieving laugh.

“You would seriously use blackmail and intimidation in the form of their girlfriends to make them come over?” You flashed him a smile.

“But of course, what else would I use?” Namjoon smiled and shrugged.

“I have no idea. I don’t always have a firm idea on what is going on in that pretty let head of yours.”

“Good, I would hate to be predictable.”

“That, my dear, you could never be.”

Namjoon turned around completely and wrapped his arms around you before pulling you into a kiss, sighing when you lips melded with his and gave him some sense of relief. While he was astounded that he managed to find such a compassionate person like you, he was grateful for it. You were about the only one who gave him the affection and care that he needed, the kind that was deprived from him when growing up. You were his number one supporter, and you fought for him like a soldier would for their king, and he was forever happy that he managed to meet and fall in love with you. He pulled away from the kiss and moved to rest his head on your shoulder, your arms moving around to hug him closely, your lips grazing his temple as he became cradled in your arms.

“I just wish that they would recognize me for my own efforts.” He confessed, his voice slightly thick with emotion. You pressed another kiss to his temple.

“And they will, one day. But even if they don’t, just know that I see it. I see everything that you have worked for and I am so proud of you for doing it.”

Namjoon could only answer with a smile, moving to press a kiss to your neck before pushing you back down on the mattress so that he could rest his head on your chest, to take in the comfort that you were all too willing to give him.

Jimin

Lust. Sex. Love.

Jimin was the epitome of all three. He was the embodiment of everything related to relationship between people, ranging from familial, platonic, and romantic. And it was very difficult for him to be able to control himself, especially when he was surrounded by so many others that were giving off waves of arousal and affection which were like drugs to him.

While his brothers have their own dilemmas to deal with accordance to their Sins, Jimin was the one that struggled the most despite it looking the most utopian type of sin to represent. Sure, Jimin was a lot like their eldest brother in terms of popularity among humans and having a luxurious outside appearance to show off, but Jimin struggled in terms of his temptation and addiction to bodies, fumes, and toxicity. He was very easily influenced and there have been times that he had to be rescued by his brothers to get him out of the messes that has created himself. But he thought that he would eventually be able to get a hold of himself, especially when he discovered someone who loved him despite of his messed up nature.

But like he said, he was messed up by default, and he has made a massive mess that even his brothers wouldn’t be able to get him out of it because it was something that was caused by his own obsessive and weak nature for beauty and pleasure.

Jimin rushed into the house and hurried up the stairs, knowing it by memory know, before bursting into the room, noticing your figure immediately as you were busy packing your clothes into a suitcase. He rushed towards you and grabbed you by the hands, stopping you from packing anymore clothes.

“Don’t.” He said, only for you to rip you hands out of his as your glared at him fiercely, your upper lip raised in a sneer as you looked at him in complete disgust.

“You can’t stop me.” You sneered before you reached for your unpacked clothes again, only for Jimin to grab your hands again, his eyes making a desperate plea as he stared at you helplessly.

“You don’t want to do this.” He said, only to make you laugh in response. You tried to rip your hand out of his again, but this time he tightened his grip on you so that your couldn’t, making you wrestle with him slightly as you tried to rip free.

“Let go!”

“Y/N, you don’t want to do this. You don’t want to leave.”

“I said let go!”

“Y/N, I know we can work this out, we can-”

“There is nothing to work out!’ You screeched, startling him and giving yourself the opportunity to rip your hands entirely from Jimin. You took a few steps back to put some distance between him and yourself before shaking your head, roughly threading your fingers through your hair before turning to glare at him again. You pointed an accusing finger at him and snarled. “You made your choice, and I am busy making mine. Stop interfering.”

“I have. I have to interfere. I can’t lose you.” He took a few steps towards you, only for your to match him and take a few backs to maintain the distance between the two of you, a warning look in your eyes which promised death if he came even closer to you.

“You lost me the second you decided to sleep with someone else. Or maybe that is being too generous, limiting it to only one person. I know there has been more, no point in trying to hide it any longer.”

Jimin felt himself pale at your words, a bob of emotion filling his throat that he could not swallow down no matter how hard he tried. He has been trying to control his urges, he really had, because he really did want to try be a better man for you. You didn’t deserve someone who treated you like some side chick that only got visited to give him the physical pleasure he desired. You were more than that, you were someone who had managed to capture his heart and love him despite his...everything.

He was hardly marriage material, it being something that Jimin resigned himself to never have because he knows that he will not be a good husband. He was too much for any woman to handle. Nobody would be able to deal with all the baggage that came with him which revolved around his encompassing of everything connected to Lust. But you...you were an exception. If there was anyone he thought he could marry, it would be you. Because you were everything he needed to be in control of himself, you motivated him to try become better.

And yet he has proved to you that his nature was just much stronger than his love for you. And he wanted to convince that it was not true, because while he did sleep with others, it was your face that he was seeing, not theirs. He just couldn’t lose you. He will do whatever you want to try make it up to you, but you couldn’t leave him. Not when he could fix it.

“Y/N please, tell me what I can do to fix this. There has to be something that I can do to make it up to you. Please...” He was desperate and it was clear in his voice and eyes, and he hoped that you would perhaps realize that he was being sincere in his pleas. But you only stared at him with an disgusted and unforgiving expression topped off with a sneer. You shook your head.

“There is nothing you can do to fix this. Its broken beyond repair now. I have kept quiet for too long and tonight has just topped it all off.”

“Y/N, I-”

“My sister and my best friend, I know I should be shocked and yet at the same time, I shouldn’t be. You always eyed them whenever we were together.”

“Y/N, I swear it was-”

“An accident? Sure. I’ve heard that plenty of times to know that its isn’t. Sleeping with others isn’t an accident Jimin, it is a habit. And I am not going to stick around anymore and deal with the aftermath of your choices.”

“They don’t mean anything to me Y/N!” Jimin could not stand the distance between the two of you anymore, and even though it may make it worse, he could not help himself. He hurried over to you and grabbed your arms, keeping a tight grip on them so you could not escape. He stared at you pleadingly as you wrestled and tried to tug yourself away from him. “You mean everything to me. You are the only one I truly care about in this world! I know I’ve fucked up, I know I have hurt you and I am sorry! I am so fucking sorry! There has to be a way for me to make it up to you! There must be some way I can prove to you that I love-”

“Change your sin then.” Jimin froze. He stared at you in disbelief, unable to comprehend the demand that you gave him. You stared at him with steeled eyes, a scowled permanently painting your face before you flashed him a cruel smirk filled with hollowness. “You see, its not nice when someone asks the impossible from you.”

“Y.....N...” He uttered brokenly, his whole sense of self shattering because while he could do anything for you, changing his very essence and nature was the only thing he could not do. And you knew that. You placed your hands on his chest and shoved him, taking him by surprise as he fell to the floor in shock, your body standing over his with a disgusted and defeated look on your face.

“Goodbye Jimin.”

Taehyung has always been the emotional type, and even though at times he wished he wouldn’t be emotional, he would just erupt like a volcano and consume everything in his path, uncaring on what or who he destroyed. He couldn’t help it, it was in his nature to destroy and to feel.

His brothers always told him he was the loose cannon of the family, always needing someone to watch over him to make sure that he would not go overboard. But it was not like anyone could ever truly stop him when he snapped. He was one of the strongest out of the brothers, especially since he was mainly motivated by his fury which unleashed all of his strength. Jungkook was probably the only one who could apprehend him when he was having one of his ‘wrath’ episodes, but even then there were times when he was unable to get Taehyung to settle down.

No one ever really thought that Taehyung could ever live a normal life, well, as normal as a deadly sin could live. He was literally the living embodiment of Wrath, one of the most volatile and emotional sins that there was. He was unpredictable and at times, even deadly. Nothing could control him, and most definitely no one could get him to settle. If his brothers couldn’t do it, then who the hell could.

And then came the human mortal that captured his heart.

“Y/N, he needs you. Get over here quickly. He is going mad.” Taehyung heard Jungkook’ voice talking to you through the phone, but he did not focus on it much as he all but ripped the fabric of the couch right out and threw its dismantled body across the room, a hellish scream ripping itself out of his throat.

“FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF! LEAVE ME ALONE!”

He was tired and hungry. He had a bad day and night and just when he thought he could finally have a rest, his brothers just had to come barging into his house and disrupt his one moment of peace he was finally able to get after such a shitty day he had. He just snapped, and what was at first his living room was now looked like the aftermath of a nuclear war, and it was only getting worse. His brothers were all hiding in the other rooms, not daring to interrupt Taehyung while he was in the middle of one of his ‘Wrath’ episodes.

“I WANT YOU TO GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!” Taehyung screamed, this time throwing one of his ceramic ornaments across the room and making it shatter against the well, which made him scream in fury when he realized that it was one that you had gifted him a while ago. “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!”

“Tae! Stop!”

Hand were suddenly on his cheeks and his hands automatically went to grab them, ready to rip them off, but then the owner of the hands slipped into his eyesight, his vision that was tainted in red slightly decreasing to recognize that it was you, your eyes locked with his with a soft, but determined gaze as you pressed your palms harder against his cheeks, trying to make sure that he would not rip your hands off him.

“Look at me. Look at me. Just look at me.” You chanted, pressing yourself against your body and forcing his head down to look at you, since you were quite a bit shorter than him. Taehyung pulled his hands away from your to grip you by the shoulders, his finger tips digging into skin as he breathed shakily in front of you, his entire body stiff and shaking. “Breathe Tae. You need to breathe. Count with me.”

People have always tried to get him to calm down from his episodes and he has tried everything. Matching breathing patterns, counting to ten, trying to imaging a calming image, but it could never help him. He was broken and unfixable, there was no way he could ever live a normal life. He was a ticking time bomb, and he knew every time he went off, he just destroyed. And he hated being like that. He hated being something that everyone had to monitor.

He hated it. He just fucking hated it.

“Tae...” But your voice was steady and sweet, and even though many others have tried to the same tactic that you were doing and failed to get him to listen, he forced himself to listen. His red vision was slowly fading and your face was becoming more clear to him. Your eyes were soft and bright, your eyebrows were slightly scrunched in concentration as you continued to stare at him, voice steady as you tried to talk him out of his wrath. “Talk to me. Tell me what happened. What’s wrong?”

He didn’t say anything at first. He was unable to. His tongue felt heavy and thick, making him swallow thickly as he tried to find some motivation to talk. His grip on you was still tight, and he was quite certain it was hurting you, but you did not react. You instead ignored it and stared at him, your thumbs gently rubbing circles on his cheeks. He felt his bottom lip tremble, and a strangled sound left his lips as he heaved his head forward, nearly knowing against your own.

“I...had a bad day.” He managed to say, his hands readjusting themselves on your shoulder to give them another squeeze, his breathing still unsteady. He noticed you nod your head.

“Alright. What happened? Tell me about it.”

And so he started talking, albeit a bit brokenly, but he managed to talk to you. His red vision eventually faded away entirely, and he found himself sitting the middle of his wrecked living room with you holding his hands, listening intently to him as he spoke, thumbs tracing his knuckles until he finally finished speaking. You brought one of his hands to your lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day Tae.” You apologized, even though it was hardly your fault. Taehyung just nodded. You pressed another kiss to his hand. “How about I make you a snack and we can talk some more. Why don’t you tell me what you were thinking of doing tomorrow?

Taehyung just nodded again, tightening his grip on your hands when you helped him off his feet and guided him to the kitchen, your voice sweet and steady the whole time as you continued speaking to him to keep him calm. You were about the only one who managed to get him out of his episodes, and even though it was an unfair thing forced onto you with getting into a relationship with him, he still appreciated it. It was nice to be spoken down from a Wrath episode, it just brought some sense of normalcy to his life. You were his only normalcy.

Jungkook

It was positively freezing but Jungkook did not care if it was all it took to make you his. He has never met a women so frustrating before in his life. Jungkook was so used to getting what he wanted because he was the youngest, and he was already greedy to get more because he was entitled to it. There is a piece of him in every human being and it was only human nature for everyone to be a little bit greedy, but it can be imagined that Jungkook is much more greedy than others due to his Deadly sin, hence why he was so determined to have you despite your several rejections of him.

Jungkook was Greed, the very thing that drove many people mad and twisted, but he didn’t care. His greed made him live luxuriously, he got whatever he wanted, when he wanted, and nobody could ever tell him no because he always turned it into a yes. Jungkook just had the capabilities to get whatever he wanted, sometimes without much effort and he was fine with that. He was the youngest, loved and spoilt, and he wouldn’t change a thing about it.

And yet for the first time in his existence, he has been denied of something which was so easily attainable. A woman. While he could get whatever women he wanted, him always have some sort of magnetic pull to them, he found himself mystified by someone of your caliber. You completely rejected him, in more ways than one. Verbally, physically, and emotionally, it was as if he was a detective that could not crack a cold case, no matter what he did, he just could not get through to you.

You challenged him, and he both hated and loved it because the reward of overcoming a cold mountain would be the most delicious ending of a elaborate chase. He wanted you, he wanted you badly, and yet he kept getting himself denied of you from your own actions. While he has met with many women that enjoyed playing hard to get with him, they easily crumbled under his experienced hands within a short amount of time, but you clearly were not like the women he had dealt with in the past.

“What the fu- I told you to get lost already! Are you stalking me?!” You ripped open your front door when you caught his wet figure standing in the raining, his clothes sticking to his body, highlighting his impressive physique. He just smiled and held out the flowers that he had brought for you.

“You left behind my bouquet.” You gaped at him.

“Did it even cross your mind that I wouldn’t want your stupid bouquet?”

“No.”

You were getting beyond frustrated with him. Jungkook would not let up on his chase after you. He was going to have you, one way or another, and if that meant he had to buy millions of stupid bouquets only to have them tossed in his face, or left to stand outside in the pouring rain to redeliver them to you, then so be it. He wanted to have you, and nothing in his way was going to stop him in his pursuit.

“I don’t want your stupid flowers! Get lost already!”

“I could...but then no one else will give you flowers.”

“What don’t you understand? No means no! I am not interested in dating you! I am not going to be the next notch on your post! Go find some other girl who is stupid enough to fal for your charms!”

“Ahh, so you do think I’m charming.” Jungkook flashed you a victorious grin, which only made you groan in disdain as you covered your face in compete annoyance. Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle, you simply were so delightful to tease. He took a step towards your door, eyes looking earnestly at with you a bright smile. “Well in case you haven’t noticed, I am rather wet, so do you perhaps think I can-”

“Not a chance.” You immediately closed you door until it was only your head visible to him, your eyes narrowed in a glare. “There is not a chance in hell that I am letting you in my house.”

“But I am cold and wet-”

“That was your fucking choice for standing outside my house in the rain like some deranged lunatic!” Jungkook cocked his head and pouted, gently waving the flowers in front of you.

“But I was simply returning the flowers I had handpicked for-”

“Don’t even try lie, I know those are store bought.” You were right of course, but he didn’t want to admit it. His pout deepened and he took another step closer to your door, close enough that he could lean in and press a kiss to those lush lips of yours if he wanted.

“Surely you are not so cruel to leave out a poor, besotted man to freeze to death in the rain.” You scoffed.

“You’ll survive.” Jungkook shook his head and leaned his head against your door way, his eyes looking earnestly into yours.

“On the contrary, I am feeling rather faint. Would you mind if I lay down on your couch.” You scoffed again and tightened your grip on your door.

“I would mind. Beat it.”

“Oh you are a cruel woman Y/N L/N.” Jungkook pouted, which earned him an eyeroll and a final glare.

“And you are a stupid man. Don’t come back to my house, otherwise I will call the police next time.”

He didn’t even flinch when you finally slammed the door in his face, a coy smile crawled along his lips before he let out a chuckle before placing his flowers on your doorstep, certain that they will eventually be taken in when you check to see if he was still on your door step. He flicked his wet fringe out of his eyes and wringed out the bottom of his shirt before looking at your close door, smiling at it.

Bit by bit, he was getting to you, like a pick axe to a massive block of ice the size of a refrigerator, he was getting you used to his presence. It will only be a matter of time before you fall madly in love with him, and when you do, he will make sure that he can keep you for all eternity, because it seems his greedy nature can only be sated by you and nothing else.

And oddly enough, he was okay with it. He has always gotten what he wanted and you were going to be no exception.

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