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good for you | myg (18+)

Pairing: boyfriend!yoongi x f!reader

Genre: smut!! (18+ readers only pls), established relationship

Word Count: 2,278

Summary: you've been teasing your boyfriend over text while he's been away in paris for business, and he comes home early to teach you a lesson.

Warnings: mentions of sexting, cunnilingus, fingering, making out, clitoral stimulation, tongue kissing, praise kink, edging, reader gets teary, orgasm denial, hitting it from the back, creampie (god I still hate that word!!). also showering together is henced because after all, they are a couple.

Authors Note: hi guys!!! welcome to my own version of march madness (some watch basketball, I write smut. jk I do like basketball too.) I said it before, but just in case you didn't hear, I am celebrating yoongi's bday as well as my own this month by posting my favorite pisces 2 (or 3? its the aries in me to be a menace) times this month. enjoy the smut and happy birthday to my twin flame, yoongi!!

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Yoongi’s patience with you seemed to always be never ending. Nothing that you did ever seemed to cross the line, and when it did, you knew.

Well, today was one of those days.

Yoongi had been in Paris for work for a few days, and with the time difference, you got bored at night and stayed up late, sending him pictures and videos of yourself. They started off with sending him cute outfits that you bought, and then lingerie. However, he stopped responding when you sent him a video of yourself in the bathtub, making you wonder if you might have taken things a little too far. You didn’t want to interrupt him if he was dealing with important business.

Feeling kind of panicky and unsure what Yoongi was thinking, you eventually went to bed, hoping he would somehow not see it, or completely forget about it.

In the morning, you woke up to a text from Yoongi.

Yoongi: You like teasing me like that don’t you, distracting me from work?

You knew he wasn’t actually mad, he probably did enjoy what you were sending him, but maybe it was a bad time.

You thought for a second, and sent a quick text back to him.

You: Just thinking about you, baby.

Hoping that smoothed things over, you went on with your day. Since the time difference, you weren’t expecting to hear from Yoongi until later on in the night.

Later on, when you were winding down for the night, changing into your pajamas, your boss at work called a zoom meeting, discussing some business endeavors.

Since you were very much not modest — your pajamas were a pair of underwear and a big t shirt, your camera was turned off so no one could see you.

The meeting felt like it was going on for forever, you had one of your AirPods in even though sometimes you felt like you probably weren’t even paying attention. The good thing was is that you probably didn’t have to talk.

You pulled your knees in towards your chest in your chair at your desk, taking a drink from your glass that was next to your computer mouse. Suddenly, you heard a knock, but brushed it off as one of your coworkers making noise. You didn’t look away from your computer screen.

A few seconds later, there was another knock that was slightly louder than before; making you realize it was in the room and not coming from the computer. You looked around the room and was almost in disbelief when you saw Yoongi leaning against the doorway, one of his hands in his pocket of his tan colored suit.

“Yoongi?” You questioned him quickly. “I thought you wouldn’t be home until tomorrow.”

Yoongi stepped towards you. “My manager told me there was an earlier flight, so I left right after my event; hence why I’m so dressed up.”

“Yeah, you look so sexy.” You complimented him as he walked behind you. “What made you decide to leave early?”

That was a stupid question.

“Oh did someone suddenly forget what she did to me?” Yoongi’s large hands were on your shoulders.

You were silent, looking at your computer.

“Hey sweetheart. That was a question.” Yoongi leaned down, his low voice in your ear.

“I forgot about it.” You responded, reaching to rest one of your hands onto his.

“I’m not mad. You can send me whatever you want; you know that.” Yoongi brushed a piece of hair away from his face. “But to send me a video of you in the bathtub, while I’m sitting at a meeting? I had to cover my lap like I’m a goddamn teenager.”

You smirked to yourself at his reaction, not realizing he wasn’t done talking.

“Now I’m in the mood to edge you until you cry. Make you learn your lesson.”

You bit down on your bottom lip. Fuck. You knew Yoongi meant it when he said things like that.

“Yoongi, I —" You started to speak, but you were cut off.

“Hey, looks like someone has a meeting to listen to, right?” You wondered how long he was standing there earlier as he planted a few kisses along your neck, making you close your eyes. He was for sure pushing your buttons as you hummed in response.

“How was Paris?” You tried to distract your mind, at this point you weren’t even paying attention to your meeting.

“It was nice. I think you’d like it. Next time you should go with me.” One of his hands was now on your inner thigh, and you knew for sure that you were probably soaking your panties.

“I think —“ Your words were cut off when Yoongi’s fingers brushed against your clothed clit, making you swallow hard.

He moved one of your legs to rest on top of the desk, giving himself full view of your panties that were in fact soaked.

“Already worked up for me?” It was a stupid question to ask; you always were.

“Yoongi.” You spoke, a neediness in your voice.

He moved your chair back, somewhat startling you. Then he was hovering over you; his face close to yours. He gave you a quick kiss, making your heart flutter.

He slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties. “Lift your hips.” Yoongi suddenly spoke, and you did.

Yoongi pulled down your panties, swearing to himself when he saw how wet you were. Stuffing them in his suit pocket, he turned your chair and got on his knees in front of you.

“Fuck.” Yoongi muttered to himself, putting his hands on your thighs. You felt like you were holding your breath. Trying to focus on your computer screen, but also trying to brace yourself for Yoongi’s tongue or fingers.

Yoongi barely touched your clit with his thumb; making you jump. He pressed harder, moving in slow circles.

You let out a sigh, practically feeling your arousal dripping out of you at this point. Yoongi paused for a second, pulling your hips towards himself so that you were sort of laying back in your chair; and more comfortable. Just as you looked away from Yoongi, you felt him push his middle and ring finger inside of you, pressing against your front wall hard.

You cried out his name, leaning your head back.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Yoongi grunted. “Fuck.” He was right, you could hear the squelching noises from his fingers going in and out of you.

Yoongi didn’t say anything before leaning down and sucking your clit into his mouth; forming a rhythm with the way his fingers were moving in and out of you.

Your body shuddered when his fingers brushed against your sweet spot; and you knew you weren’t going to last long if he kept going like this.

One of your hands was in his long, dark hair; trying to hold him there. You could feel yourself getting close, hanging on the edge of your orgasm.

Until suddenly, Yoongi stopped.

“Yoongi!” You were so frustrated, panting. “What the fuck?”

“Baby.” Yoongi spoke lowly, kissing your inner thigh. “Did I say that you could cum?”

“No.” You sighed, looking towards your computer screen.

“Be good for me.” Yoongi glanced up at you, giving you a look that gave you chills and reminded you that you were practically naked in your home office, while he was still fully clothed.

He suddenly stood up in front of you, removing his tan suit jacket; and then throwing it off to the floor. Yoongi leaned in close, grabbing your jaw and giving you a deep kiss; making you taste your own arousal.

“Can you do that for me?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yes.” You answered, even though it didn’t sound very promising. “But Yoongi, I think I might have to talk in this.”

“Then you can talk.” Yoongi pressed three of his fingers against your clit, then in a half of a second they were inside of you again.

Yoongi was going way harder than before; fucking you with his fingers. He stood up, trying to get better leverage. You felt his fingers bump your sweet spot, making you grab onto him; practically begging him not to stop.

“Yoongi, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Your voice was a whine as your walls were clenching his fingers.

On the brink of your second orgasm, you could hear the squelching noise coming from between your legs; realizing that you were probably gushing at this point.

“Yoongi.” You whined, pulling him in for a kiss.

You felt his fingers leave you again, making you let out a sob of a moan against his mouth. At this point you wanted to cry. You wished that your stupid meeting was over and Yoongi was pounding you into your mattress.

“Yoongi, I don’t know if I can take it anymore.” Your voice was shaky as you exhaled.

“I think you can handle more.” Yoongi answered you. He was right, you always liked to push yourself until you found your limit.

You let out a whine when you felt his fingers teasing your entrance again. “Yoongi, please.”

In what seemed like perfect timing; you heard everyone in your meeting saying their goodbyes and wrapping up.

“Alright have a good night everyone, see you Monday morning.”

You watched Yoongi in front of you undoing his belt, and throw it onto the floor with a thud. You quickly unmuted yourself in the meeting to say good bye, then left.

You took out the one AirPod you had in your right ear just in time for Yoongi to grab your chin with one of his hands, kissing you with such a force you thought he’d bruise you.

You grabbed onto his wrist when he simultaneously slipped his tongue into your mouth as his fingers started rubbing your now over sensitive clit.

Yoongi let out a moan into your mouth, making your core clench around nothing.

You broke away from the kiss, his face was still close to yours. Practically aching for him, you whined. “Yoongi, please.”

Swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, Yoongi stood back up, and began unbuttoning his shirt. “Go to the couch. With your back towards me.”

As Yoongi’s shirt was discarded onto the floor, you got up out of your chair; your legs feeling like they didn’t belong to yourself at first. The couch was only a few steps away from your chair at your desk.

You put your knees onto the seat of the couch, then leaned your upper body onto the back rest. Never thinking you’d be having sex in your office; you were glad that this couch was surprisingly roomy.

Hearing movement and fabric rustling, you could only assume that Yoongi’s pants were now off. He moved his hand along the small of your back, pushing your t shirt up to expose more of your body to him.

“Fuck.” Yoongi swore as you arched your back, getting ready for him. “Look at you.”

You let out a moan when you felt his cock head against your entrance, and you moved, trying to fuck yourself onto him.

Yoongi grabbed a hold of your hips, keeping you still he pushed himself inside of you; bottoming out in one thrust.

“Fuck!” You let out a moan, your mouth falling open.

Yoongi sucked in a harsh breath. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

You put your knees further apart on the couch in attempts to feel him a little deeper.

“Yoongi, fuck.” You slightly turned, grabbing onto his wrist as he held onto you. “Don’t stop.”

You felt him nudge your g-spot, making your walls abruptly clench around him. You could tell that your orgasm was somewhat close.

Suddenly Yoongi pulled you up so your back was against his chest; the new angle making you feel him so deep it was like he was in your stomach.

Your eyes were watering as you still clutch onto him. “Fuck, Yoongi I’m so close.” Leaning back into him, he planted a few kisses along your shoulder and neck.

Yoongi reached between hour legs with one hand and started to rub your clit, and your legs started to shake underneath you.

Your eyes were getting teary as Yoongi’s pace never faltered. “Yoongi, please.” Your voice was a whine. “Let me cum.”

“Yeah, you wanna cum?” Yoongi’s voice was breathy against your neck.

“Please.” You leaned into him, one of your hands making its way to his dark hair as you craned your neck to kiss him. “Tell me I’m a good girl.”

Yoongi grunted, starting to fuck into you so hard that you fell forwards back onto the couch. “My good girl.” It was almost as if he was enunciating the words with his thrusts.

“Oh god.” The words left your mouth like a sob as your orgasm crashed into you; this time Yoongi doing nothing to stop it. Your body nearly trembling as Yoongi continued fucking into you. “Fuck.”

“Shit.” Yoongi swore under his breath, his hips stuttering before releasing himself inside of you.

“Yoongi.” You whined at the feeling before it was apparent it was running down your inner thigh. You laughed slightly. “My couch.”

“What?” He was panting, then laughed with you. “Sorry, baby.”

You turned to face him. “God, what time is it? I’m exhausted.”

“You’re telling me. I’m jetlagged as fuck right now.”

You looked up at him, both of you were sweaty, fucked out, and exhausted.

“I’m happy you’re home.”

Yoongi smiled at you, pulling you up off of the couch. “Me too, now let’s take a shower and go the fuck to bed.”

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#bts smut #min yoongi smut #suga bts #yoongi smut #bts fanfic #min yoongi x reader #happy yoongi day!!!#souryoong march madness

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aris-ink · 1 year

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Hi, I was wondering if I can request a Yandere Yoongi x reader where she’s really shy and innocent and he’s all soft with her. Praise kink. Maybe something supernatural, sorry that’s all I got. 😅Your stories are so well written and a guilty pleasure of mine so it would mean so much if you can write something with these things. ☺️

I love you ❤️ tysm and I'm sorry this turned out so mushy 🥺 I'm also a bit rusty with supernatural aus so...

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: romance, werewolf!au

warnings: mentions of violence (not towards the reader), praise kink, loving degradation (just a tiny bit), dirty talk, hints of breeding kink and multiple orgasms, possessiveness, marking, creampie, so... much... love.....

The clocks always seemed to stop when Yoongi kissed you. He was a rather quiet soul, but he didn't need to say much for you to hear him. Everything that lingered on his tongue ended up sinking into your lips, pages upon pages of questions, love letters and musings you stored away deep in your heart.

He liked to trace soft patterns into your skin as he kissed you, his fingertips shaping different galaxies on your thighs, sliding upwards whenever he felt you shiver.

He liked taking his time learning the language of your body. He yearned to become fluent in it, hold long, nightly conversations, tangled under the sheets with you from dusk to dawn.

He had read about the concept of twin flames somewhere, two halves of the same soul. Mirroring each other and yet differing, like yin and yang. He wasn't well versed in theology or matters of the spirit; he wasn't even human. But what else could he call you if not his other half? The light to his dark.

His betas quickly learned not to put your name in their mouth with anything other than respect. No person or monster was a threat to you as long as Yoongi existed in some way. Even in death he'd crawl out of his grave to drag anyone who touched a hair on your head right under the ground and into the pits of hell. In the end, the only thing that awakened the beast inside him and put it back to sleep was the moon.

You were his moon.

He liked to kiss you everywhere. Your shyness only served to make him want to do it more, something about it provoking his possessiveness in the most feral of ways.

His lips pressed into the wet patch on your underwear softly, dark eyes flicking up to your face. He could see the faint embarrassment painting your features, shadowed by desire that made your thighs clench.

"So sweet," his deep voice rumbled, another small kiss following. The slight pressure of his lips on your wet slit, even with the cotton material in the way, made you moan softly.

Yoongi appreciated that. He expressed his adoration with a throaty, pleased hum, his tongue flattening to lick a fat stripe up your cunt.

You sighed out his name and shuddered, your back arching off the bed. His hungry gaze followed the movement intensely; such a sensual curve. He wanted to make you arch higher and see stars. Touch their heat and make all your dreams come true.

He rubbed his cheek against the inside of your thigh, purring, breathing in the heavenly scent of your skin and your arousal.

"Please, Yoongi," you whined, so cutely he didn't know if it made his dick or his heart throb harder.

A hint of a smile glowed on his face, both warm and taunting.

"Please," he echoed, lifting himself up so he could hover above you, "what?"

You didn't look away, but you did fist your hands in the sheets, chest heaving and brows scrunched. He could see the struggle in your eyes, could hear the nervous but excited pitter patter of your heart. His large hand enveloped your cheek, his thumb stroking it tenderly.

"You're doing so well, my sweet girl," he murmured, his free hand exploring your bare waist. Your skin burned to the touch, soft like velvet, your lashes fluttering. "So, so well."

He watched the tension slowly seep out of your muscles as he caressed you, lips brushing against your neck, his hand sliding to fondle your breast.

"Just keep going, baby." His thumb toyed with your hardened nipple, muscular thighs setting themselves comfortably in between yours. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. "All mine, and I'm yours."

His hips rolled into you, his cock hard and throbbing, nudging against your clit. "Tell me what you want. Take what's yours."

You moaned into his ear, your hips lifting off the bed to press closer to his crotch. Yoongi's jaw clenched, a hiss slipping past his teeth.

"Please-" you swallowed, trying to bury your shyness, trying not to escape and hide away parts of yourself that felt new. Yoongi loved all of them, he always said. He was desperate to experience all of you, raw and unfiltered. He left more encouraging, butterfly kisses along your throat, helping you slip away.

"Please fuck me," you finally moaned.

The words shot through his aching cock, precum drizzling out from the tip. Curling his fingers under your panties, he pushed them aside.

"Such a good girl," he cooed. "So well mannered too, yeah?"

Slowly, he lined himself up with your slick entrance, pushing forward. The gasp that escaped you made his stomach twist. Inch by inch, he stretched you out, your cunt pulsing around his thickness. He settled inside you with a grunt, squeezing your thigh.

"God," he gritted, "this pussy was made for me."

That was all the warning you got before he rolled his hips and started a rhythmic pace, his thrusts hard and deep, rocking your body beneath him. The little moans you let out mingled with the wet sounds of skin slapping, and Yoongi wanted to ruin you right then and there. Pull the temple of your body apart brick by brick to study it and insert himself into every crack before rebuilding it, merging you forever.

"You feel so good," he groaned.

His tongue traced the faint scar on your neck, one he made when he bit into you on your first night together. Human traditions were different from his, but he wanted to follow both, honor who you were. It wasn't a problem. In fact, it excited him. He could mark you as his mate and put a pretty ring on your finger. The more ways he could find to make it clear that you were his, the better. He'd take them all. And then it wouldn't be his fault if someone was left mangled in the forest for stepping too close to you. You were his and his only.

The thought took over him completely, spreading fire through his veins. He fucked you harder, his hand gripping your chin to make you look at him.

"Mine."

The word came out as a growl, just as menacing as it was loving. His cock throbbed as your back arched again, a mewl leaving your swollen, flushed lips.

"I wanna fill you up," he breathed. "Fuck, I can't wait for everyone to see I get to fuck this tight little cunt and come inside it so much you're carrying my kid."

You tightened around him, your eyes wide and sparkling, pulling another growl out of his chest.

"Mm, perfect fucking baby. Best, prettiest girlfriend," he kissed you hard, his tongue as ruthless as his cock, owning and devouring. "Gon' be the best, prettiest wife," he mumbled into your lips, "and the best, prettiest mama."

"Yoongi," you whined, your nails digging into his strong shoulders. The sharp sting induced goosebumps, a low moan slipping past his lips.

"Yeah, I know, baby. I know."

He slipped his hand under your ass and gripped the soft flesh possessively, ramming his cock into you faster.

"My little slut needs to come, huh?" He mumbled breathlessly. "Needs my cock to leave her gaping and dripping."

Your thighs shuddered, your cunt clenching around him. Yoongi buried his face into your neck, nipping and sucking at your scar, his cock twitching inside you.

"Close," you breathed. "So close."

Yoongi groaned.

"I can fucking feel it."

He was getting close too, his abdomen getting tighter with every clench of your dripping pussy.

"Come with me," he pleaded, his voice rough and desperate, just like the way he fucked you. "Come on, pretty baby. Come with me and I'll fuck this pretty little pussy again until you're overflowing with me."

He shivered when he felt your walls spasming around him. Combined with your erotic cries sounding through the room, it instantly triggered his own orgasm, his balls throbbing as he emptied himself inside you. Sloppily, he fucked his cum into your tight hole, groaning and swearing into your sweaty skin.

A string of fucks and yeahs and another little shudder, and then he stilled, swallowing harshly. He found it difficult to lift his head for a moment, so instead he focused on caressing your arms, listening to your heartbeat slow.

He sighed, his cock thrumming inside you. His stamina was out of this world, as was his constant need for you. It was never a problem though; even though you were human, you could take it, and it was safe to say your neediness matched his in many ways.

He lifted his head up at last and looked at you, his smile soft, his hips snapping into you.

You moaned, the sound soon muffled by his tongue.

"My good," another sharp thrust followed, "fucking," then a kiss, "girl."

You weren't going to get any sleep. Not for the first time. He pulled out only to flip you onto your stomach and cover your back with his broad chest, leaving a light smack on your ass.

"How many times you think you got in you, baby?"

You definitely weren't going to sleep.

#yoongi here be like dj khaled #another one #dhshdh #yoongi x reader #bts x reader #yandere bts #bts imagines #bts smut #bts scenarios #bts reactions

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sunnebeam · 9 months

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twin flame bruise. (03)

PART 3.

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader, jeon jungkook x reader (yes they're different people)

plot: the jeon twins have become nothing more than two strikingly similar looking guys who share a mere home address and a last name. but in their senior year of college, the estranged twins may have found one more thing they share in common – you.

warnings: jeon twins au, possible headache bc the use of Jeongguk (nicknamed Guk) and Jung Kook (nicknamed JK) is v confusing, implied sexual content (like it's barely even there lol)

series index. | masterlist + disclaimers.

note: ok ngl, i think i butchered this chapter 😵‍💫 but i'm still gonna post it anyway lmao. as always, feedback & reviews give me sustenance! (and they give me motivation to actually finish this shit AHA) enjoy reading <3

Sweat drips down Jung Kook’s back as he slams his fist against the pillow.

It’s not the most ideal setup but when you’re in hiding, you can’t exactly bring a punching bag and full boxing gear with you. Unfortunately, he’d have to settle with an overstuffed pillow and his bare hands.

Unlike most people, he has never been the type to stay still and wait. Where most people would use this sudden downtime as an opportunity to relax a bit and reevaluate things, he takes this as an opportunity to keep his hands occupied and his body moving.

So for most of the morning, JK works up a sweat with his makeshift pillow-turned-punching-bag as a way to release some pent up frustration. When he’s finally cooling down, he hears Yoongi and Namjoon approach him, their footsteps tentative.

“You know,” Namjoon starts, “for a split second there, I actually thought you were Guk. Since when do you do boxing?”

“Since when do you know all about my brother?” JK fires back.

“Touché,” Namjoon chuckles. “Still, I don’t think you were ever into boxing for as long as I’ve known you. You always told me ‘that’s Guk’s thing.’”

“I’m just passing the time,” JK explains, wiping his sweat with a towel.

"How is he, by the way?” Yoongi asks. “Your brother?”

“He’s...” JK pauses, “...the same, I guess. I don’t know. You guys know we don’t really talk.”

It’s true. For a pair of identical twins who share almost everything, it’s been a fat minute since they last sat down and had a proper conversation. One that isn’t forced courtesy or out of familial obligation.

JK wonders how his brother is doing. Does he still hang out with Taehyung and Jimin? Does he still visit their parents every other month? Does he know about his twin brother’s disappearance?

“You should talk to him more,” Yoongi says thoughtfully. “When all this is over.”

“What would we even talk about?” JK grumbles.

“Well, for one, you can introduce him to Y/N,” Namjoon offers.

“No,” JK says, resolute. “Not yet.”

“Why not? It’s about time you told her about having a twin. I mean, even I know you have a twin. Me!”

“That’s because you saw him at the library, and you know damn well I wouldn’t be caught dead in one.”

“Why are you keeping it from her, anyway?” Yoongi asks.

“It’s not that I’m actively keeping it from her...” JK sighs. “Look, you guys don’t get it. You don’t know what it’s like to be a twin. Or more like, you don’t know what it’s like to be Guk’s twin.”

Because being Guk’s twin essentially means being the other twin. Being Guk’s twin means being the second twin. Being Guk’s twin means being the irrelevant twin.

“Guk is the better twin,” he admits. “He’s the perfect son, perfect student, perfect guy. And I’m just his understudy—”

“You’re not—”

“But I am. You see... Guk is always Guk. But I’m not even JK. No, I’m just Guk’s twin,” he explains. “But with Y/N, it’s different. With her, I’m not under anyone’s shadow. I’m just JK. I’m just her JK.”

He closes his eyes, adding a soft, “And I don’t wanna stop being her JK.”

Yoongi and Namjoon share a look before the former pats JK on the back gently.

“Get some rest, kid,” Yoongi says. “Things will be over soon.”

Namjoon offers a dimpled smile.

“Not much longer now,” he says.

"How much longer?”

Jeongguk shakes his head, amused. This is the seventh time you asked him the question and yet, instead of feeling annoyed, he just feels endeared.

“Asking every few minutes isn’t gonna make us go faster,” he tells you cheekily.

You pout. “You’re no fun.”

You say it in jest but you feel the atmosphere in the car turn more somber. The rain outside only adds to the sudden gloomy mood.

“Or so I’ve been told,” Guk finally mumbles. “I’m the boring twin, after all.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, remorseful. “I never intended to make you feel bad.”

“No, no, I know you were just joking,” he waves your concerns away, exhaling a shaky laugh. “I’ve been known to take things a little too seriously. You don’t have to walk on eggshells around me.”

“Is that what they tell you, though?” you ask him, turning to face him. He has one hand on the steering wheel while the other rests on the gearshift. “You’re not boring, Guk. Far from it, actually.”

He just chuckles. “Thanks, but it doesn’t really matter. When you’re a twin, people are always gonna highlight all the things your twin is and all the things you aren’t.”

“That hardly seems fair.”

“It’s just the way it is.” He shrugs. “And I can’t complain much, anyway, since I know JK has it harder than me.”

You blink. “How so?”

“Well, take school, for one. Just because I do really well in class, people are quick to label him as this stupid troublemaker. When in reality, he gets decent grades and can get really passionate in things he's interested in."

"Is that why he never talks about his family?" you muse, "why he never told me about you?"

"Maybe. I can't be too sure. You'll have to ask him when he gets back."

The rain starts to get worse.

"If he gets back," you whisper.

Guk tightens his grip on the steering wheel.

"He will," he promises.

The sky starts to darken as the rain brews into a storm. A small motel comes into view and you both decide to stop there for a night. After a little mishap at the check-in counter, the two of you head to your shared room.

As luck would have it, only one room is available and...

...there's only one bed.

You sigh. Whoever's writing the story of your life sure has a sick sense of humor.

"I can sleep on the floor," Guk, ever the gentleman, offers.

"Don't be silly," you tell him before heading over to the side of the bed closest to the window. "Dibs on this side."

He shakes his head in amusement before agreeing. You wash up first, doing your night routine before settling on the bed while he does his. When he finishes, he lays on his side of the bed and you both stare at the ceiling.

It's awkward.

You play with the edge of the blanket, wanting to say good night but you can't, wanting to lay still but you can't.

Guk notices your restlessness. He's about to ask you what's wrong when a particularly intense flash of lightning and grumbling of thunder makes you whimper and flinch.

"Not a fan of thunder?" he asks gently.

"I hate it," you respond.

He turns on his side to face you, eyeing the way your hands have a death grip on the blanket. Carefully, he reaches out his hand to hold one of yours, interlacing your fingers together as a sign of comfort.

"You can squeeze it if you get scared," he tells you.

You purse your lips. "It's not that I'm scared, per se," you explain, turning to face him. "It's just that... everything feels so ominous. Like bad things are about to happen."

Bad things like your parents leaving you in an orphanage during a storm. Bad things like you and JK screaming at each other during a storm.

And bad things like Guk's lips just centimeters from yours.

You gulp.

"Tell me stop," he says, inching closer.

You stay quiet.

Then you feel his lips pressing gently against yours, gently testing the waters. It's comforting, addicting.

He pulls away.

"You don't have to worry," he assures you, smiling. "I won't let bad things happen."

But that doesn't mean you won't.

So with stupid courage, you pull him by the neck and kiss him. Deeply, this time. You pull him in, closer and closer, until you don't have any room to think anymore.

No booming thunder, no scary lightning, no missing twin, no family problems. Just you, him, and the stormy night.

Much later, when the night passes and the storm finally ends, the bright moonlight shines on your bare, sated bodies.

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sweetestofchaos · 4 months

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here's to you | m.yg x reader

the holidays bring out the best in people...

❅ agust x reader | yoongi x oc [modern day blackthorn characters]

❅ prompts: "thank you for making it special" + "you're the best present i could have ever wished for"

❅ wc: 1.1k

❅ warnings: manhandling - choking (not the fun kind) - mentions of deceased parents - unprotected sex - cowgirl - creampie - two povs (kind of)

❅ a/n: written for Merry Chaosdays 1K Follower Event, requested by @theharrowing. Woooo did this take me for a ride. I wrote this 3 times before I finally liked where it was going. I did take some liberties with this and I hope you like it. Harrow, I want to thank you for picking characters from my wips. I love Blackthorn and I have wanted to dive into the modern day so freaking badly!

❅ this is not canon with blackthorn modern day. this is just for fun!

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❅ send in your own requests here

It was Christmas Eve and the streets were covered in snow. Street lights burned bright as the sky grew darker and the scent of cookies waffed in the air. Puffs of white smoke filled the air as Yoongi hurried down the street towards his car. The shop was busy all day and he had to come in to lend a hand. As the owner, it would have looked bad if he left his employees to deal with the mob of customers that never seemed to thin out. The shop was open an hour past close and Yoongi sent his works home. He was capable enough to close on his own and he wanted everyone to be with their families as soon as possible.

Parking was a pain in the ass to find and Yoongi parked a block away from the shop. It wasn’t that big of a deal but with how cold it was tonight, Yoongi wished he parked closer. The crunch of snow under his feet made his teeth grind. It was a sound on par with nails on a chalkboard for him. As he got closer to his car, Yoongi noticed a figure in the distance and he frowned. He glanced down at the watch on his wrist and grumbled to himself. The mop of dark hair was enough of a give away as to who was waiting for him.

“What do you want, Agust?” Yoongi sighed as he stepped up to his car.

His twin brother, Agust, paid him no mind. An orange flame appeared suddenly and Yoongi watched with narrowed eyes as Agust lit a cigarette in silence. He inhaled deeply and let the smoke swirl into the air, dropping his head back on the hood of the snow covered car.

Yoongi pulled his keys from his pocket and clicked his tongue, “Get out of the way. I have somewhere to be.”

“How is she?” Agust’s voice was rough, broken glass and jagged rocks. As his head slowly raised, Agust’s eyes landed on Yoongi and he grinned wickedly. “My treasure? How is she?”

“Fuck off, Agust.”

Onyx eyes flashed a striking gold and before Yoongi could blink he was slammed into the side of his car, Agust’s hand wrapped tightly around his throat. Thick black smoke spilled from Agust’s nose as scales started to sprout along his wrists and his nails elongated.

“Don’t play with me little brother,” Agust hissed and Yoongi narrowed his eyes, glaring at Agust as best he could. Another plume of smoke seeped from Agust’s mouth and he released Yoongi with a hiss, “Merry Christmas.”

Agust vanished without another word, leaving Yoongi coughing and gasping for air on the sidewalk. When Agust reappeared it was out front of your door. After Keena came into his life, Agust has become a frequent visitor of yours. Tonight was no exception as he rang the doorbell and leaned in the doorway, his face board as he looked at the colorful holiday decorations that covered your stoop. Footsteps came closer to the door and Agust licked his lips, he could taste you from behind the door. The lock clicked out of place and as the door swung open, Agust watched as the smile on your face dropped.

“Working tonight?” Agust questioned as he slipped past you and started to toe off his shoes. You closed the door behind him and bit the inside of your cheek as you thought of the best way to kick the dragon out of your home.

“Um-”

“Strip. I don’t have all night.”

“Agust I don’t think-”

“I don’t pay you to think. I pay you to-”

“Can we not tonight?” Your voice was softer than usual and it made Agust pause as he had started to disrobe. The black button down he wore was half way opened, his pale chest glowing from the warm candle light that burned in your home.

“What is it? Have you taken a lover?”

“No…I-I just-”

Agust watched as your eyes drifted to the side and he followed your line of sight. There on the entryway table was a mess of photos of whom he assumed to be your parents. Oh. He inhaled deeply and started to button his shirt back up.

“Have you eaten yet?” Agust questioned and you shook your head. “Sit,” he grunted and disappeared into your kitchen. You followed the sounds of pots banging around, choosing to sit at the island while Agust moved around your kitchen like it was his own. You had no idea what he had planned to make but the conversation flowed easily between the two of you as he cooked. When the food was finished, Agust set up the table for the two of you and waited for you to sit before he served the food. Spicy chicken ramen, kimchi fried rice with spicy rice cakes on the side.

You ate in silence, unable to speak as the flavors of the food fought with the emotions in your heart. When was the last time someone had cooked for you on Christmas Eve? Tears blurred your vision and you quickly blinked them away.

“Thank you for making it special." You muttered and Agust ignored your words.

Agust raised his glass in the direction of your parent's photos and you raised your glass as well.

"Here's to you..."

On the other side of town, Yoongi sat with his girlfriend Keena in his lap, her tits bouncing in his face as he lifted her up and down his cock. Their lips were spit slick and swollen from endless bitting. Yoongi’s head was fuzzy as his stomach clenched and jumped in pleasure. Keena’s nails dug into his back as she threw her head back and Yoongi attacked her neck with his lips.

“Y-Yoongi!” Keena cried as her walls tightened around him for what felt like the millionth time. Yoongi snaked a hand between their bodies and tweaked Keena’s clit between his fingers.

“Gonna come for me? Make a mess in my lap?” Yoongi teased, his words filthy as he started to thrust his hips upwards. Keena babbled dumbly, too fucked out of her mind to answer clearly and Yoongi smiled, gummy and bright.

“That’s right, gem. Come all over my cock.” He licked his lips and squeezed her hips tightly, “You're the best present I-I could have - mmmmm, fuck!” Yoongi growled as she came around him, screaming his name. “E-ever wished for! S-Shit!” he panted out as he came soon after, not able to move much as her walls throbbed around him.

Keena giggled as Yoongi cuddled into her sweaty chest. She wrapped her arms around him and played with his damp hair.

“Yoongi?”

He hummed in acknowledgement.

“I love you.”

#yoongi smut #yoongi x oc #agust d x reader #fic: here's to you #1k followers event #happy chaosdays event

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bonny-kookoo · 6 months

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Twin Flames DragonYoongi ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

"What's wrong?" Yoongi wonders, sitting next to you before he adjusts the blanket over your back. He's seen you talk to some people, and while he was happy at first that you seemed to make some more social contacts, your rather troubled expression after every conversation with these young women made him wonder what exactly you were talking about with them. Or what they were telling you, more so.

"Nothing!" You tell him, making him lean his head to the side a little, eyes clearly showing that he does not believe you one bit. "Okay, maybe it's not exactly nothing.." You admit, sighing while your legs swing around, while you watch your hands instead of the dragonkin sitting next to you. "Just- you're uh.. you're not trying to court me.. right?" You ask, and he looks at you surprised.

"I mean, it's not out of the question." He chuckles. "I was planning to get to know you first and foremost. Why?" He asks, and you seem to become nervous now.

"You should.. court someone else though." You tell him. "Like, I can't even tell if you're doing it or not. I can't appreciate your gestures enough-"

"Ah, so that's what this is about." He hums, leaning back on his hands as he shakes his head, amused. "Don't listen to them. I'm very aware of the fact that you don't know your way around yet, so trust me, I'll tell you my intentions instead of hoping you'll somehow magically get the hint." He jokes softly, making you feel a lot less tense about it.

"I'm sorry." You huff, pulling your legs towards yourself.

"No need to be." He denies. "It's not like you're forcing me to like you." He teases, and you roll your eyes at that. Yoongi is truly making you feel at ease here, that much is true- but you're also intimidated from the things you've been told. Apparently, he seems to be rather popular- but not interested in anybody but you right now it appears. And that's clearly upsetting to some, if you had to go by the 'threats' they've been making towards you.

You're not the right kind of person for someone like him. You don't even know dragon culture enough to appreciate his efforts well enough. You don't belong here. You'll pull him out of his life and make him forget about who he is.

Do they think this lowly of him? That he'll just let himself be changed like that?

"What're you thinking of?" Yoongi asks next to you, having sneakily sat a little closer now.

"I don't.." You take a deep breath, before you shrug. "I'm just upset they think you'll just.. ditch your own believes and such just because you like me.." You mumble angrily, until he laughs next to you, soft smile on his lips as he watches you. "What?" You wonder, unsure, and he just laughs.

"Nothing." he tells you. "I'd just.. like to have you closer." He suggests, and you can't help but feel a bit caught off guard by his blunt words- though you move to open your blanket, to invite him in, and move the fabric to lay over his shoulders as well. "Do you know what this means for dragons?" He asks as you both settle closely pressed side by side under the thick blanket, and you shake your head. "Something very rare, actually." He offers, and you become more interested at that. "Because right now.."

"...you're technically courting me instead."

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #yoongi imagine #yoongi fanfic #min yoongi imagines #yoongi imagines #yoongi x reader

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sailor-mist · 7 months

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hii! how are you?!!!

can you do if bts members have a connection with their soulmate/twin flame/future spouse?!

thank u sm!!

namjoon: yes (i dare say he already knows your fs)

jimin: the strongest connection i receive is about twin flame, it's as if he feels a connection with someone and doesn't understand why things don't flow. so yes to twin flame.

seokjin: yes to fs and this person is close to entering his life or they are already together.

hoseok: yes and he also already knows this person.

taehyung: maybe he has unresolved emotional issues, has a fixed idea and thinks nothing could be better than that. but he doesn't know his fs yet and these emotional issues (it seems like feelings for someone) block any connection at the moment.

yoongi: fs connection yes!!!!!!

jungkook: yes! jk is in a moment of connection with his fs where he seems to be in conflict but yes, connection with fs.

#kpop tarot #bts tarot #kpop astrology #bts astrology #namjoon tarot #jimin tarot #jin tarot #yoongi tarot #taehyung tarot #jhope tarot #jungkook tarot

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asadfangirlbitxh · 1 year

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Different types of love in BTS - SUGA VER

I have already done one for Jin. So this is Yoongi's version.

Yoonjin - Eternal Soulmates

Sope- Best Friends

Namgi - Twin Flames

Yoonmin - Playful love

Taegi - Soft Spot

Yoonkook - Protective Love

#BTS #Min Yoongi #Suga #Suga BTS #Agustd #Yoonjin #Sope #Namgi #Yoonmin #Taegi #Yoonkook #Yoonseok #types of love #bts types of love

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astrolaurical · 1 year

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freemindedspirit · 10 months

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I don't know if this is possible but how many soulmates does each member of BTS have in this lifetime? Or like how many will they meet in this lifetime? *romantic soulmates. Is this possible to ask??? ahahahah I just got so invested in the whole soulmates title

Okay so for the question as it is, the general vibe was "meeeeh i dont wanna answer", so i think its better if i explain what i currently know about the few soulmates i'm starting to recognize ?

JK is all abotu his twin flame in this lifetime, his soul really works hard for a positive union to happen in this life.

Taehyung has sort of a "dream person", but its not fully actualized yet, so either this person is far from being the person they would be at the time of meeting, or its uncertain who they are outside of a... raw drawing of a person multiple people could fit ?

Jimin said he wants to keep it a mystery and straight up stopped me from asking his guides lol

Namjoon is having a hard time, im gonna leave the poor guy alone lol

Hobi: He is positively SPARKLING talking about this,i have a tiny speck of intuition saying its likely a twin flame too but in general there is just a particular person from his present or future he likes to talk about.He might have in the past met some other soulmates ( he also call BTS his soulmates)

Yoongi: I see only one person with no further info lol

Jin:I think i see three people, including one or two a little more proeminent

#bts tarot #jungkook tarot #yoongi tarot #hoseok tarot #namjoon tarot #seokjin tarot #jimin tarot #taehyung tarot #bts soulmates

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hisunshiine · 1 year

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—tri-wizard trials | myg

→ posted: dec 26, 2022 → pairing: slytherin!yoongi x gryffindor!reader → au/genre: hogwarts au, brother’s best friend, smallest of angst, fluff, smut → chapter rating: +18 / M for Mature → wc: 7,251 → warnings: everyone involved in smut is OF AGE. events of harry potter’s stories did not happen. Dumbledore is retired from being headmaster, but all of the other professors we know and love are not dead, everyone’s ages are different in this story, some members are not seen but are mentioned, some house banter and teasing, use of wizarding world phrases, oral (m & f receiving), loss of virginity, penetrative unprotected sex, overstimulation, second hand embarrassment → credits: story written for Toci as part of the @bangtanwritershq holiday event “Christmas Love”, thank you to my beta readers, whippedbywonho, @noonastoand @peachiilovesot7 for all of your help! → summary: As a seventh year, this is your final year to spend with your friends. It’s also a triwizard tournament year—the tournament is known as being dangerous—and it's common for some injuries to be fatal. When your brother’s best friend and fellow seventh year, Yoongi, is chosen as the school champion at the feast, you lay out your feelings and give him a prize worth much more than the cup. → an: as a gryfferin/slythindor, i approve of the slander in the story lol! i included a key terms to help muggles, and i’m very excited to have a hogwarts au story!

Key Terms for Muggles:

Abraxans - a breed of winged horses, gigantic and extremely powerful with an appearance akin to that of a palomino horse Common Room - “living room” for students; each house has their own The Entrance Hall - entryway of the castle that has access to the great hall, staircase to the higher floors, and dungeons Fiendfyre - enchanted fire from an advanced dark magic curse that creates flames of immense size and heat that are capable of destroying nearly anything in its path The Great Hall - “cafeteria” of sorts, where all students and professors eat meals Hippogriff - a magical beast that has the front legs, wings, and head of a giant eagle and the body, hind legs and tail of a horse Room of Requirement - also known as the Come and Go Room is a secret room that only appears if you are in great need of it Veela - semi-human magical beings; beautiful women with white-gold hair and skin that appears to shine moon-bright

OCT 30th — 11:47 PM

Seven years ago you were eleven turning twelve, and just starting your life here within these castle walls. Dragging your fingers along the cold stone bricks, you smile softly as you pass a coat of arms hanging from an archway. Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry has been your home for so long, and now, in your final year, you can’t believe that you have less than eight months until you’d be graduating and moving off into the world.

Since returning back in September, you’d sometimes get this overwhelming bittersweet feeling about leaving this place next June. You’re supposed to be in bed, as it wasn’t your night to patrol the halls, but instead your feet have led you down the many flights of stairs to the entrance hall on the main floor. The soft glow of the lowered flames lit the corridor just enough for you to not trip over the trick step on your way down from the Gryffindor common room, but as you enter the entrance hall, the light changes briefly.

Your eyes flicker up, taking note of Min Yoongi standing within the age line that Professor Bang Si-hyuk had charmed around the glowing goblet in the middle of the hall. Blue flames return the corridor to a somber mood as Yoongi’s arm drops back to his side, hands tucking a sheet of folded parchment and a quill back into his robe pocket as he turns to exit.

“Hey.”

His cool demeanor as his eyes avoid contact with yours is something you aren’t used to anymore; as your twin brother Jimin’s best friend, you’ve grown close to the blond over the years despite being in different houses, but having you as a prefect and now Head Girl has saved them from losing several house points along the way.

“Hey. I didn’t know you were going to enter?” you question as an attempt to warm his attitude, but he just grunts, moving to walk past you and back towards the hall that leads to the dungeon common room.

Turning his direction, your hand shoots out to grasp his wrist, but upon looking at his face, you drop his arm.

“Yoongi?”

“I’m really tired YN, I’ll talk to you later.”

Yoongi’s robes billow around him as he disappears into the shadows of the castle walls, descending into the dungeons and leaving you to the chill of the midnight hour.

OCT 31st — 2:11 AM

Back in your dorm room on the seventh floor in Gryffindor tower, sleep continues to flit from you like the golden snitch: teasing you to your face, just to disappear out of sight in a blink of an eye.

Min Yoongi entered the Triwizard Tournament—one of the most dangerous tournaments for students that exists, with fatal injuries a common thing. Sure, the previous headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, had seen to it that students had to be of age to enter, but did age really matter in the end?

You roll over onto your side, flipping your pillow to the cool side and think about the chances of Yoongi being selected. There are several other seventh years that you know will be entering, and you attempt to quell your growing fears. Why would a Slytherin be chosen over a Gryffindor? Could hissing, prong-tongued, dungeon dwellers really be more worthy as the school’s champion over a fierce, courageous and proud lion?

You aren’t normally one to believe the propaganda spewed about each house, but the thought surprisingly aids in calming you down enough to allow sleep to overtake you, and you dream of dark eyes, light hair, and a gummy smile that refused to show itself to you tonight, and you have a sinking feeling it has everything to do with the conversation he must’ve overheard.

OCT 30th — 5 - 8 PM the Welcoming Feast, several hours earlier

You stand in the front of the castle with the other students, awaiting the arrival of the two other magical schools in the region, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Of the three magical schools, you were at the one led by Professor Bang Si-hyuk, and in your opinion, it was the best school to attend. Beauxbatons was headed by Professor Park Jae-sang, a lively man who enjoyed working with his students. Professor Park Jin-young, the Durmstrang headmaster, was less concerned with his students, and more concerned with his own vanity.

Watching as the Great Lake ripples with life, a large boat pushes through the water to sit atop the waves. A large ramp lowers itself to the shore, and a small group of young men disembark behind a toadly looking man and make their way toward you all.

You notice a grinning man leading the group of students and he’s quite striking in a tall, dark, and handsome way. His smile has dimples and is easily given, and exactly what you’re used to if you look at your ex. Shaking the thought away, you hear the whispers of the other female students who can’t believe how tall and cute the men arriving are.

Soon after Park Jin-young greets Headmaster Bang, the group of men retire inside to wait for the welcoming feast. It’s not more than five minutes before a large carriage arrives, flown by magnificent winged beasts, Abraxans by the look of it.

Park Jae-sang appears to dance across the grass once he’s out of the carriage, a small group of students following him as Hagrid leads the Abraxans to the grassy paddock. You’ve heard that his school is quite small, and by the looks of it, he may have brought every ‘of-age’ student with him. You can’t help but notice only one blonde girl in the group of young men, spritely but proud as she walks with her head held high.

Once the Beauxbatons students are in, Headmaster Bang leads the rest of you into the Great Hall, where the decorations for tomorrow have come to life. Bats and orange streamers line the corridors and you hope that the visitors will enjoy their time here. Seeing your twin brother, you grab his sleeve to keep up with him amongst the crowd. Jimin sees you and smiles, eyes half moon as he wraps his arm around your shoulders in a side hug.

“YN, this year is gonna be fantastic, innit?”

“I mean, so far it already has been, Gryffindor is in the lead for the house cup thanks to that win against Slytherin last week,” you tease.

Jimin pouts; as Slytherin seeker, they lost by only ten points when your best friend caught the snitch before he could.

“Jeon got lucky, that’s all.”

You giggle, linking arms with him as he shuffles down the hall towards his best friend. Not to say you and your brother weren’t also best friends—you shared a womb with him—but outside of your twin bond, you each had a best friend in your respective houses.

Yoongi stood along the wall next to a suit of arms, well out of the way of the crowd. As you approached, he gave you one of his rare smiles.

“Well, if it isn’t Park-squared.”

“Ohh, Yoongi, I didn’t know you could do math.”

“Ha-ha. Anyways, what do you think of the potential champions from the other schools?” he asks, looking at your brother. Jimin answers as you turn your back to the wall, eyes on the crowd to help direct the younger students. Head Girl duties and what not.

“Well, Durmstrang looks pretty fit, I think any of them could be champions. Beauxbatons had that girl…she was quite stunning. I felt like I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.”

“Oooh, I felt that way too,” you chime in, “you don’t think she’s part Veela, do you? You know near Beauxbatons, it is more common for magical creatures like Veela to mix with wizards.”

“She could be. I didn’t quite care for her, though.” Yoongi shared, staring at you while you looked away from him across the crowd of students still lingering in the hall.

“Mmm, do you ever care for anyone though, Min? I’ve never even seen you look twice at a girl our whole time at Hogwarts,” you taunt back.

“I just have impeccable taste, and maybe the people who meet it haven’t noticed me yet.”

Giggling, you turn back to look at him.

“Min Yoongi, have you seen yourself? Even I went through the ‘I’ve got a crush on Min Yoongi but he’ll never notice me’ phase when we were in fourth year, along with half the school. I highly doubt there’s anyone left in the school who hasn’t noticed you.”

Yoongi opens his mouth, ready to question you more about this phase he had no idea you went through, but Jimin speaks first, pulling you along with him towards the now clear doors. You reach for Yoongi, who allows you to loop your arm through his own, eyes burning into your skull.

“Anyways, thank God you aren’t still drooling over my best friend, god that was such an annoying time of my life, hearing you talk on and on about him. So, who from Hogwarts do you think will enter?”

“I don’t know…” you think, “I guess I expect most of the seventh year boys will enter. Probably quidditch players, like yourself, twin. Maybe some of the other Head Boys and Girls, like Jung Hoseok in Hufflepuff. Not me, though.”

“No, no, I’m not going to enter either. Can’t mar this beautiful face of mine. One Park twin has to be beautiful.”

You shoulder him lightly at his joke, jostling Yoongi into your side more, as your group abruptly stops by the Slytherin table.

“What do you think about someone who would enter the tournament?” Yoongi quietly asks you as another person begins talking to your brother.

“I guess…I don’t know what I think. I think they would be brave. Or maybe foolhardy. Definitely would make them hot in my eyes. Imagine seeing them take on dragons or rescue a family of unicorns in the Forbidden Forest?” you practically swoon as you imagine that one tall Durmstrang boy shirtless, lifting a baby unicorn out of harm’s way. “Why? Do you plan to enter Yoongi?”

“Yoongi? Enter? There’s no way this brooding hunk would ever be chosen as the Hogwarts Champion in the first place, even if he did enter.”

Choi Sung-ho, the Slytherin you hated the most, has the audacity to cut into your conversation with Yoongi.

“And you think you’ve got a chance, Choi? Fuck off.” You flip him the bird, turning back to Yoongi, whose features have schooled themselves into a look of indifference.

“Park, I’d gladly fuck off if you fuck off with me. I hear you can ride me like a hippogriff.”

“You’re disgusting Choi.”

“Hey, I heard you like to do nasty things in between classes, Park. The Kim brothers sure do talk a lot.”

You reach for your wand, ready to Bat Bogey Hex the fucker for bringing up your ex-boyfriend, but Jimin beats you to the punch. Literally.

“Choi. Keep my sister’s name out of your mouth, if you know what’s good for you. I recommend you head up to the infirmary and let Madame Pomfrey fix that broken nose.”

You glance around, looking for a teacher to appear and reprimand you for the scuffle, but you see Yoongi lower his hand, and the silently cast spell fades, allowing your small group to be seen once again. Sung-ho hastens from the Great Hall, his green and silver scarf bunched up to stop the bleeding.

“You and Jimin must beat up people a lot, you cast that charm without any warning!” you glare at the two, not sure you want to know how they became so good at timing that. “God, I can’t stand Sung-ho. He’s only sour because he asked me out in fifth year, but I turned him down.”

“He did?” Yoongi inquires quietly as Jimin inspects his hand for damage.

“Yeah, but I told him no because I liked someone else…” you turned your eyes down away from Yoongi’s searing stare, choosing instead to pick at an invisible thread on your school robes.

“That’s why he was such a bitch to you during fifth year, Yoongi. ‘Cause she turned him down because of you.”

“What? That’s why he hexed me in Charms class?”

Headmaster Bang stood and motioned for everyone to sit before anyone else could answer. Jimin pulled Yoongi away from you to take a seat at their table, parting from you with a small wave and you were left to walk over to Gryffindor table alone, mulling over the way Yoongi eyes had bore into yours as revelations came to light of your crush from several years ago—had it ever gone away?

Sitting down, you blink several times as two people you haven't seen in ages appear. Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon, recent Hogwarts grads who now work at the Ministry. Seated among the professors, the reason for their appearance back at the school is revealed as Headmaster Bang introduces them to announce the Triwizard Tournament.

“Hello everyone! Many of you might remember me, Kim Seokjin, Gryffindor house alumni and the youngest ever Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports. I am here with Kim Namjoon, former Head Boy and Ravenclaw alumni, AND also the youngest in his role as the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. We would love to announce the start of the Triwizard Tournament! The two of us have worked with our teams to bring back this legendary tournament, and we look forward to experiencing this with you all!”

“Yes, my brother is right!” Kim Namjoon, your ex, approaches the podium to speak next to Seokjin, and when his eyes meet yours, he smiles at you lovingly. You don’t know how to feel at the moment, with feelings you thought had been buried resurfacing randomly. “This tournament helps to bring wizards and witches across the globe together, and we are so excited for this act of cooperation at the secondary level. We believe cooperation starts at a young age.”

“Professor Bang has graciously agreed to host the event this year, and now, we will allow him to present to you the artifact that will set this whole event off!” The two brothers make their way back to their seats as the headmaster returns to the podium.

“Before we eat, our guests will be able to submit their names, since they will reside outside of the castle, and Hogwarts students can submit once the feast is over…”

Your eyes drift towards the far side of the hall, searching for those dark and brooding eyes. When you find them, it’s like you’re locked into his gaze by a spell, and you don’t hear a word of what the headmaster says of the rest of his speech, unable to take in anything but the pouting face of Min Yoongi until applause surrounds you.

The Goblet of Fire has been revealed, the age line drawn around the stand, and members from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons rise to enter their names. The feast commences, and around you people are eating and talking, but all you can think about is what those eyes are trying to tell you.

You barely remember eating, but you take your spot to make sure all of the students clear out from the Great Hall once the feast is over. Seeing the last of the stragglers heading to the entry hall, you move to follow them out, stopping when you feel a large, warm hand wrap around your wrist gently.

“YN, it’s so good to see you.” Namjoon’s dimples light up the space as he smiles down at you and you can’t help but to smile back.

“Hi, Namjoon. I didn’t know you would be here for this.”

He scratches the back of his neck bashfully.

“Yeah, I told Taehyung not to tell you, in case you tried to hide from me.”

“Oh really? And why would I hide from you,” you challenge.

“Well, I know that we didn’t break up on the best of terms…”

“Yeah, hearing all of my business across the castle grounds was not the greatest thing to experience.”

“It wasn’t me—this is one of the reasons I’m glad I came. It didn’t feel right sending it via owl, and well… yeah. I figured I owed you the truth in person. I found out afterwards that Peeves was snooping on us that night. He was singing some vulgar song about it in the halls—”

“Yes, I vividly remember that Ravenclaw with the crush on you enjoyed singing it.”

“I just wanted you to know that it wasn’t meaningless to me. I just, I was leaving school and you would still be here another year and I’m the youngest to be in this position. I didn’t know Peeves was there that night, watching everything. I didn’t think anyone would know about the breakup.”

You look up to the bewitched night sky, not really wanting to relive that night.

“I’ve forgiven you. Peeves does what he does best, and I know it wasn’t anything personal. It just sucked because…well, I thought we were in love back then.”

“I really did love you, YN.” Namjoon steps closer to you, reaching for your hands. “I think I still do.”

“Oh.”

You feel weird having your ex confess he still has feelings for you, especially when feelings for a certain Slytherin have just made themselves known to you once again. You remain silent, staring at your joined hands.

“Look, I know you weren’t expecting to hear this, but just think about it. I’ll be here quite a lot over the tournament…” Namjoon blushes, eyes looking behind you. “Hey, Min. What's up?”

“Jimin was looking for YN, and Taehyung said he thought she was still in the Great Hall.”

You turn to face Yoongi, noticing the way he and Namjoon are having a staredown that doesn’t seem all that friendly despite the way their voices sound.

“Yeah, I just wanted to talk to her real quick.” Namjoon turns back to you, leaning down to kiss your cheek softly.

“Just think about it, YN.”

You nod, unable to answer him as he releases you and turns, disappearing into the side door the rest of the professors had retired to for after dinner chatting.

Finally feeling your body able to move again, you turn to tell Yoongi about the weird conversation, but he’s gone, leaving you alone in the Great Hall.

OCT 31st — 6 - 8 PM

The second feast in two days commences right as the sun begins to set on Halloween. The castle is decorated to your heart’s content; next to Christmas at the castle, Halloween is your favorite time of the year. The knights' armor lining the hall is shined and sparkling and the candles floating above the house tables send a warm, yet haunting glow throughout the Great Hall.

Walking side by side with your brother, you watch as he easily melds into his green and silver crew, the lot of them side-eying you in your maroon and gold as they welcome your brother into their folds.

“Over here!”

You look farther along where your table is positioned at the opposite end of the hall from your brother’s, seeing your best friend, sixth year Gryffindor seeker Jeon Jungkook waving you down to sit. He pats an open spot as you climb over the wooden bench and plop down next to him.

“Sorry, I had to run as soon as I was released from Herbology, Professor Sprout kept us a bit late, and Nabi called a last minute practice, you know how she gets when players are late.” Jungkook greets with a sly grin on his face.

“Nabi wouldn’t dare punish her honey, Jeon. You could arrive late to a game and she would still shower you with praise.” You retort, leaning past Jungkook to smile at the girl seated on his other side. Nabi, captain of the quidditch team and a fellow seventh year student, has been your best friend's girlfriend for several years now. “Hey Nabi!”

“Hey good twin! Is everything okay?” she asks, and Jungkook shoots her a puzzling look.

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“Well, it wasn’t your night to patrol and you weren’t in bed last night when I got in—” she says, Jungkook elbowing her in the rib lightly with a cough.

“I mean, I had gotten up to go to the bathroom, and you weren’t there when I left or returned, I was worried about you.”

“Oh!” you laugh to yourself, ruffling Jungkook’s hair as his ears turn pink, confirming that Nabi made a slip up about their whereabouts the previous evening. “I couldn’t sleep, you know how I get. I was just wandering the halls until I felt tired enough to fall asleep.”

She nods, leaning into Jungkook to plant a loud kiss to his reddenning cheek, but the words she says to him go unheard as a loud roar rips through the hall. Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students stream through the massive double doors to a loud applause, and you turn your head to watch as they wait patiently in two lines as Argus Filch, the caretaker, pulls a wheeled platform with the Goblet of Fire onto it towards the front of the teacher’s platform.

Headmaster Bang stands, asking the students to be seated wherever there is space at the house tables, and in moments the hall is quiet as he finally approaches the podium.

“Tonight, we will learn the names of the three school champions to take on the three tasks of the Triwizard Tournament. Before the Goblet announces the champions, are there any last minute students who would like to enter?”

The Great Hall is quiet as everyone looks around, the air suddenly tense. All eyes turn to the Goblet of Fire, which begins to spark as the flames shift, dancing in wild delight. Headmaster Bang steps towards it, where the first bit of parchment flies out from the flames.

“The first champion, from Durmstrang, is Ok Taecyeon!”

The hall breaks out into noise as the tall man you saw the previous day leading the Durmstrang students stands and walks up to the podium. He shakes hands with all three headmasters, as well as both Seokjin and Namjoon, and then disappears through the side door you saw Namjoon go through last night.

As the cheers die down, the goblet once again begins to cast sparks as it flares up, another charred bit of paper floating down slowly after being spit out.

“Next, from Beauxbatons—Jang Da-hye!”

You applaud with the others as the blonde, Veela-like girl rises from the Ravenclaw table and approaches the podium to copy Taecyeon, shaking the three headmasters hands before heading into the other room.

A hush grows over the students as you all wait for the goblet to announce the final champion—the Hogwarts champion. You can feel the palpable silence, sitting tensely until it gives way to the sounds of the fire beginning to vacillate, and the flames seem to shift between the brightest shades it could burn. The last piece of parchment paper shoots out of the now white hot fire, and as the headmaster reads the last name he’s just snatched out of the air, you feel your heart drop.

“Hogwarts champion, Min Yoongi of Slytherin House!”

The table at the far end erupts with proud exclamations, chants of his name as he clambers over the wooden bench to take his rightful place with the other champions.

“YN, you’re kind of hurting me.”

Jungkook’s arm is gripped in your hand, and you release him once you realize.

“Sorry, I’m just shocked is all.”

“Are you sure?” He leans towards you so only you can hear him. “Is this fourth year all over again?”

You look at him, scandalized that he so easily read you. From across the Great Hall, Jimin also takes note of your reaction.

OCT 31st — 10:13 PM

It’s that very reason that Jimin summons you to meet him outside of your common room after most of the students had all turned in for the night. You’d just taken a bath, and your hair was still pulled up out of your face from where you’d scrubbed it clean. You swing open the portrait to step over the ledge, tugging your night robes around you to keep the chill out as you shuffle over to where Jimin is and away from the warmth of the common room.

“Jimin, where’s the Fiendfyre?” you ask, confused at the urgency of the message.

“I saw your reaction tonight. You should talk to him.”

“This is what you’ve called me out of bed for?”

“Yes, because Yoongi has been weird all day and he won’t say, which means it has something to do with you.” Jimin glares at you as if you’ve done something wrong.

“What in Merlin’s beard? I didn’t do anything to Yoongi!”

“Yoongi doesn’t hide anything from me unless it has to do with you. I’m not stupid. I saw the way he was looking at you yesterday after you let slip about your past crush, and I saw the way you reacted to hearing his name being called.”

“Okay? I still didn’t do anything! If anyone bothered him, it was Namjoon.”

Jimin’s eyebrows rise into his bangs.

“Namjoon? What’s that smartass got to do with anything?”

“He wanted to talk to me about the breakup…and he might have mentioned that he’s still in love with me. While we were talking, Yoongi appeared, looking for me. The two of them had a staredown, but I didn’t get to talk to Yoongi afterwards.” You think back to last night. “I even saw him entering his name, but when I tried to talk to him, he basically dismissed me.”

Jimin rolls his head back with a heaving sigh.

“Well then, I feel a lot better about what I’m about to do.”

With a firm grip, Jimin takes your wrist and all but drags you down the left corridor and away from Gryffindor landing where The Fat Lady snores in her golden frame. You twist your arm in his hold, trying to free yourself, but Jimin is quite strong.

“Jimin, what the fuck?”

He reaches the weird tapestry with Barnabas the Barmy teaching trolls ballet and walks back and forth past the opposite wall three times, face deep in thought, still never releasing you.

You quiet down your complaints and curses as a large door appears, feet unmoving as Jimin releases you to step forward and open the door. You can hear loud pounding from the other side, a muffled voice unclearly shouting words. Flinching as the door opens, you prepare for an attack.

“Park, I swear I’m gonna kill you—”

Yoongi appears in the doorway, chest heaving as if he was out of breath and his face contorted in anger that dissipates as soon as you two lock eyes. Both of you are so caught off guard and confused that when your brother shoves you into the doorway, you stumble into Yoongi’s arms as he catches you from an impending faceplant.

“Listen, this is for your own good. The door won’t unlock until you talk and figure it out. I love you both, so don’t hate me.” Jimin grimaces as he looks at the two of you before expressly shutting you in.

Shocked, you remain in Yoongi’s arms for several minutes as his breathing slows down and you take in what just happened. He seems to come to his senses, releasing you with a step back and you’re able to observe the walls around you in an attempt to ignore the other person in the room.

It’s a simple space, much like a stay at the Leaky Cauldron except it looks as if Madam Puddifoot decorated. Did Jimin lock you into a sweetheart suite?

“Your brother is the worst. Slimy git deserves to be boiled in frog spawn.” Yoongi sits on the bed, his head in his hands.

“Hey! That’s my brother, and your best friend, need I remind you.”

Yoongi’s head snaps up to face yours, and you see a flash of remorse as he attempts a deep breath.

“I know. He’s still a slimy git for this.” Clutching your night robe around your body, you’re inclined to agree. You also have no idea how long Yoongi was being held captive in here before you arrived, so you ask as much.

“Since I was finished being briefed. He literally came and grabbed me and said it was urgent that we come to the seventh floor because—” Yoongi stops speaking as his alabaster skin turns pink.

“Because what?”

“Nothing.”

“According to Jimin, it isn’t nothing, and we won’t get out of here until we talk about ‘nothing’.”

Yoongi stands, walking towards a door you hadn’t noticed earlier.

“We’ll talk later.”

The door slams, and you hear the tell tale sounds of water running. With a sigh, you take off your robe and plop down onto the other side of the mattress, spending the next 30 minutes gathering your thoughts. The same thoughts you were viciously pulled from as Yoongi stomps back into the room, blond hair wet and sticking to his forehead as steam billows out of the room behind him.

He’s dressed in pajamas, a black t-shirt and dark green plaid pants with silver and black crisscrossing. He’s a lot more covered up than you had been under your robe; not having expected to be seen by anyone but your dorm mates, you had dressed in tiny shorts and a tight tank top. Thankfully you had enough sense to pull on a robe before running out to meet Jimin.

Yoongi shuffles around, slippers dragging along the plush carpet as he ignores the fact that he’s locked in the room with you.

“Yoongi?”

“YN?”

“Are we really going to do this?”

Yoongi steps closer to where you’ve just sat up, “YN, I really don’t want to—”

“I don’t care what you do or don’t want to do.” You stand from the bed, walking closer to Yoongi. “We can’t get out of this room until we talk about it, so we’re gonna talk about it.”

Yoongi lets out a huff, running a hand through his hair, pushing it back off his forehead. He seems to waver between having the conversation you’re pushing for, and you see when he makes the decision to go for it, preparing to give you the honest truth.

“What is there to say, YN? I saw the way Namjoon was looking at you, I heard him declare his love for you. He’s the youngest in his department in the ministry, what have I got to compete with that?!”

“None of those things matter! Why do you even need to compete with him?” He was confusing you. No, he was getting your hopes up, but you weren’t sure he was talking about what you were thinking he was talking about.

“Why? Because what can I do to prove that I’m the better choice? Shit, even me getting chosen as Champion doesn’t mean I’ll be able to prove anything.”

His words continue to raise your hopes, but you play dumb, wanting him to spell it out for you. You close the space between you and him, just a hair’s breadth apart now.

“Yoongi, I don’t get it. Better choice for what?”

“For you! I think I’m in love with you, stupid!” His hands reach for you, cupping your face firm but gentle. “I think I love you. I think I have for a while.”

Instead of a reply, you press onto your tiptoes, lips meeting his in a soft kiss to show your affection for him as well. Surprised, it takes him a few seconds to kiss you back, responding once you swipe your tongue across his bottom lip. One hand moves to the small of your back to pull you closer, and you place your hands against his chest to clutch at his shirt and hold him to you.

“Why would you join this stupid tournament if you think you love me? You could die!” Your voice is a harsh whisper, half breathless from the kiss and half choked up from holding back your emotions. He presses his forehead to yours, his deep almond eyes burning into you, now lined with tears.

“Because I wanted to prove myself to you. I want to prove to everyone that I deserve you.”

“Yoongi, you don’t have to prove anything.”

“Please, you’re Head Girl of Gryffindor. Your ex was Head Boy of Ravenclaw, youngest in the ministry or whatever slug shit they were spewing earlier at the feast. People don’t expect us to be—you know—an us.”

“I don’t care what people expect. I want to be with you. I have wanted to be with you since we were stupid fourth years sneaking around the castle to skip class and daring each other to skinny dip with the Giant Squid.”

He laughs, a bright sound straight from his stomach. It warmed you up, made you want to hear it more.

“Don’t be the Triwizard Champion. Be with me instead,” you whisper, your fear palpable as reality settles back in. A single tear escapes your eye and you sniffle. Yoongi can’t bear to see you like this, but there’s nothing he can do.

“I..I can’t. Didn’t you hear what Bang said? Once your name is drawn from the goblet, it’s a binding contract. I have to compete.” Yoongi brushes his lips to yours, attempting to cheer you up with kisses. His voice is almost a raspy whisper as he continues. “But I’ll do whatever I need to in order to come back to you after every task.” Another kiss, longer this time. “I’ll fucking win the whole thing, too. Use the winnings to get you whatever you want.”

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he holds you close, large palms gliding up and down your skin as he kisses you again, deepening it so that you can’t help but release a moan that he swallows down. Stepping you backwards, he lowers you onto the bed once he feels you reach the edge, his hand protecting your head as he maneuvers you to the pillow.

You can feel his hardened length against your thigh, pressing against his pajama pants and you squirm, desire coursing through your veins to have all of this man. Your hands move to pull off his shirt and he follows your lead, removing the counterpart to every article you remove from him off of you until the two of you are naked under the sheets.

“Promise me, Yoongi,” you say lightly, brushing your lips across his. Nudging his nose against yours in the most sensual way, he captures your lips in a brief kiss before answering.

“I promise, I’ll come back to you. After every task, you’ll be in my arms like this.”

Kissing down your neck, you sigh out as his hands knead at your breasts, lithe fingers pinching your nipples into peaks. Tongue swirling around each nipple, one at a time, you can feel yourself growing wet as he slots a thigh between yours. Pressing his leg into you, you grind for friction, light moans as your clit begins to slide easily from how drenched you are.

“Can you cum for me, baby? My perfect Head Girl, you sound so pretty under me like this.”

You rock your hips harder, faster, building the coil in your lower pelvis as he continues tonguing at your chest and neck, sucking marks into your skin as proof that he was there.

“I need more, Yoongi,” you plead, and when he removes his thigh, you whine at the loss of touch. He just chuckles, a mocking sound that has you wanting to take ten points from Slytherin until you’re letting out a hiss as his warm tongue delves into your dripping center. He wastes no time, sucking and flicking his tongue on your clit, fingers circling your opening as he teases your folds.

“Fuck, Yoongi, you feel so good, just like that!” A hand buries itself deep into his hair, gripping to keep him where you want him and he is happy to oblige. Wrapping one arm around your thigh, he splays his fingers wide to keep you open and in place for him. The feel of his hand spreading you wider as his tongue swipes back and forth quickly has your body shaking as an orgasm rips through you. He continues to eat you through it, lips and tongue sloppily kissing you until your hands are pushing at him from overstimulation.

As the aftershocks run its course through your body, Yoongi kisses his way back up your heated skin, his hands soothing as they follow the same path. You taste yourself once he reaches your lips again, and he pulls your body on top of his as he continues to kiss you lazily, enjoying the happiness of knowing he made you feel good.

Heartbeat no longer racing, you relax in his hold, mind still blown over the orgasm he gave you. Wanting to return the favor, you sit up to move down his body trailing little kisses on all of the spots that stand out, like scars from fights and cute moles usually hidden under his robes, until your hand finally grasps him. He hisses, sucking in air through his teeth wetly as you stroke him lightly. Taking your thumb, you spread the precum around the tip, teasing him with kisses in the divots around his pelvis.

Yoongi’s hand strokes your hair, a gentle touch that is in juxtaposition for the lewd things you want to do to him, but it warms your heart anyways, fluttering butterflies filling your tummy at the cute gesture. Opening your mouth, you take him into it fully, enjoying the low groan as his hips buck up in response. You slide your lips back, tongue providing extra friction as you begin to bob up and down along his shaft. You balance yourself on his thighs, eyes focused on his reactions to the things that you do to see what he likes and doesn’t like.

The intake of breath every time your tongue runs along the frenulum, the way his stomach sinks in when your lips tighten around him, the hip thrusts whenever you deep throat him, nose to his pelvis as you swallow around him…Min Yoongi is falling apart because of you and you’ve never felt so powerful.

You take him fully again, holding yourself firmly to his pelvis as you swallow repeatedly and his hands grip your face, holding you there as he lets out little moans of pleasure when you take one hand to fondle his balls, spit leaking around them making it easy to massage him.

“Not yet baby, I want to..can I feel you?” he asks, popping you off of his cock with a lewd smack of your lips.

“I’ve never, I mean, I haven’t ever gone that far before,” you hesitate, wanting to fuck him but also nervous about it.

“Me either, I’ve been waiting for the right moment,” he admits, and his eyes tell you what he’s not saying: he’s been waiting for you.

His admission calms any fears you have, and you nod fervently, allowing him to manipulate your bodies into something more comfortable. Lying on your back, he hikes one of your legs up at the knee, widening your hips so he can align himself to your entrance. You watch, wide-eyed, as his hardened length breaches you, slipping in inch by inch as he braces his weight above you. You’ve never felt so full, and he peppers your lips with kisses until you tell him you’re ready for more.

Rocking his hips, your bodies move in a push and pull that allows the friction of your bodies to intensify the pleasure until you’re clutching onto his shoulders, meeting him thrust for thrust as you chase the high. Teetering on the edge, your lips seek his skin, anything that you can lick, bite, or suck as you mount closer to your peak. It’s these actions that cause Yoongi to make the sounds you needed to send you into climax, legs shaking as they wrap around him to keep him close.

“I can…I can feel you, so tight baby, I can’t—” Yoongi releases in you, unable to hold back from the tight grip your walls have on him.

Laying on his chest, you bask in the post-sex glow of your first time, his hands playing in your hair as he talks to you about when he first realized he thought you were pretty, when he first realized he had feelings, and how oblivious he was in fourth and fifth year.

“Honestly, I could die happy right now.”

“Hey! No dying on my watch. You promised.”

“Maybe I can convince Professor Bang to let me forfeit, I think you gave me a prize much better than the Triwizard Cup.” Yoongi can’t help but to joke during such a serious conversation to try and calm your fears.

“What about the thousand galleon prize the winner gets?” you tease back, “was this a much better prize still?”

Yoongi strokes his chin playfully as he pretends to think about it, and you stare at him in mock upset at his hesitation. Laughing, he wraps you in a hug, pulling your naked body more level to his.

“You know, I think I need a second time to make sure…”

You playfully swat at his chest as he brings his lips to yours once more.

“Of course you are. You will always be better than all of the prizes and the ‘eternal glory’ promised to the winner.”

Luckily the two of you are covered by the sheets when the lock to the room clicks and the door swings open to reveal your brother with his hand over his eyes.

“I said talk it through! Imagine the Head Girl getting caught in such a compromising position.”

“I mean, you locked us in the Come and Go room, we just wanted to follow the directions.”

You bury your face in Yoongi’s neck, hiding your awkwardness at having been caught as your brother groans and shuts the door as he leaves.

“Is my girlfriend embarrassed?” Yoongi asks playfully, his hand soothing your hair down.

“Yes, mortified.”

“At least he approves.” He continues to joke as he pulls you up from the bed to get dressed once again.

“He better! He’s the reason you’re mine now.”

Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder as you gaze into the small mirror in the corner of the room.

“Don’t give him so much credit, baby. I put in a lot of hard work tonight.”

“Yes, you did, Triwizard Champion. It was all the proof I needed.”

His eyes soften at your reference to his feelings of inferiority, and he loves you that much more for reassuring him.

“I love you, YN.”

“I know.”

“Brat.”

“Let’s go, before we get caught.” You grasp his hand and pull him along back into the seventh floor corridor. “I love you too, Yoongi.”

He walks you back to the Fat Lady, kissing you goodbye sweetly before he descends to the dungeon, in hopes of getting a couple hours of sleep before he takes on his new roles as the Triwizard Champion, boyfriend to the Gryffindor Head Girl, YN.

thank you for reading! feedback is greatly appreciated! i hope all of my magical people enjoyed this one!

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CYCLICISM (SERIES)

CHAPTER 3: The House on 8th St

SUMMARY —> Jungkook makes a wildly unexpected reentrance into your life, and, despite the less than ideal past you two share, this time you’re bound and determined to keep him in it — and to keep history from repeating itself.

TAGS —> 90s/00s, Estranged Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Flashbacks, Emotionally Constipated OC, Nicknamed OC, Jock OC, Jock Jungkook, Cohabitation

WARNINGS —> None in this chapter.

WORD COUNT —> 7.1k

MASTERLIST | AO3

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Freshman Year: September, 1994.

Nursing both a steaming cup of black coffee and a pretty nasty hangover headache, you find yourself staring at the absolute mess of the kitchen and living room, and come to one startling conclusion:

You like your new life.

How busy, and full, replete with vitality and humor and fun it is. Even if it’s messy, it’s fun.

The dawn slowly rises and gleams in through the windows to reveal a less than ideal sight — red solo cups, plastic plates, bottles of emptied beer, and someone crashed on the couch, sleeping like the dead. But not actually dead. Maybe. Hopefully. You think.

Whatever. The point is - you don’t mind the mess.

It’s only been two weeks since you’d moved to this new town. Two weeks since you moved into this house on 8th st. Two weeks since you’d met your assigned housemates.

You’d been immediately endeared to them. They’re a big chunk of the reason you’ve been able to sculpt the barest beginnings of this life, after all.

Joy had been the housemate you’d met first. It had just been her and you, your first morning in this house, and it had felt like an instant friendship had blossomed. Twin flame and all that. She’d clued you into the house party a few blocks down, and you both went, eager to meet new people.

(And meet new people you did.)

Jimin and Namjoon you’d met the following day, after you’d come home from your first meeting with the university hiking group. You’d asked all three of your housemates if they wanted to head to a brunch place and grub down some greasy-ass food, and that was that. Friends. You had the beginnings of them

And you really, really wanted to try your best to keep them that way.

The four of you had come to an agreement: the house would have an open door policy. Even Namjoon had readily agreed, and he’s definitely the introverted black sheep of the four of you. So, from dawn to dusk, your front door stays unlocked so long as at least one of you is in the house. Maybe it’s not the wisest, but you all keep your individual rooms locked when not around, and it seems to be making this house on 8th street be the house to be already. Attracting strangers turned new friends alike like flies to honey.

And you fucking love it. You love that you can walk downstairs and not just find Namjoon, or Jimin, or Joy, but someone completely new. People are already taking to crashing on your couches shamelessly, and you don’t mind it at all.

(Right now, the person zonked out on one of the matching couches, courtesy of the anal-about-decor Joy, is Min Yoongi, a throw blanket haphazardly thrown over him.)

The contrast of this busy life from your life a month ago? Stark.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You’ve always been a morning person. The most notable change, however, is that, now? Now you’re actually excited to wake up. Excited to wake up to a full house and experience these new, fun days.

The thing you like most of all since coming to this new town, though?

A soft knock sounds at the front door, and, a short moment later, it’s pushed cautiously open. And then Jeon Jungkook steps inside.

Jeon Jungkook. Aspiring frat boy. Hiker. A boy who sports a couple small tattoos on his right hand and wears a plethora of silver and black rings on his fingers. He dresses in dark colors and baggy clothes, and has thick, dark, wavy hair that falls down his forehead damp and messily, and has even thicker lashes that brush against his full cheeks.

Despite his apparent ‘bad boy’ look, you’re quickly learning that Jeon Jungkook truly is, at his core, a polite and kind-hearted guy. Hence why he knocks first and looks around shyly before fully coming in through the front door, despite everyone having told him like three times that he is more than welcome here any time. But Jungkook had given you a good vibe from the moment you’d met him, and after nearing two weeks as friends — seeing him almost every day since the night of that party where you’d met — you’re only growing increasingly assured of your opinion.

None of his frat boy friends trail behind him, surprisingly. It’s rare when Jungkook comes alone, though you suppose it makes sense. It’s early as fuck on a Saturday, after all.

Even more surprising than Jungkook coming to the house alone, though, is the bulging paper sack he lugs in, pressed tightly to his chest, groceries peeking out over its top.

Nodding his head your way by way of greeting, he walks farther inside the house and sets the sack down on the kitchen island.

“Morning,” you greet, lifting your fingers off your warm coffee mug to waggle them at him, your voice slightly quieter than normal so as not to take Yoongi.

Jungkook gives you a soft, quiet smile. “Good morning, Blue.”

You don’t really understand the pleasure that blooms across your chest at the sight of Jungkook standing there across the kitchen island with his shy smile and sleep-laden gaze. The sunlight dapples in through the living room windows, and it seems to illuminate him. His curls are damp and somewhat plastered to his head, as if he’d just hopped out of the shower not too long ago, and his skin, despite the sparse bits of acne, seems to glow, as if recently moisturized.

It feels… weird, to see Jungkook so early in the morning. Intimate.

You clear your throat and sit up straighter. “Don’t mind the mess,” you say with a wave of your hand. “I promise, after I drain my third cup of coffee, I will get to work making this place look less like a frat house.”

Slowly, he pulls his gaze from yours, and it seems this is the first time he’d really paid any attention to the mess. His smile fades to a displeased frown. “You’re going to clean up… by yourself?”

You shrug, unbothered. “Everyone else is sleeping off their hangover. I don’t mind. But, more importantly…” You gesture to the groceries. “What’s this about?”

Jungkook doesn’t seem appeased by your assurance, but he does glance down at the sack strangely. “I got these groceries,” he says, pulling out a small package of ripe tomatoes, “For you.”

Your mildly-groggy brain faintly registers his words, but you remain staring at him, dumbfounded, as he proceeds to empty out the rest of the sack onto the kitchen island. You almost can’t comprehend what he’s saying, but there’s undeniable evidence laid out before you: other fruits and vegetables, two packages of meat, some snacks…

“I mean, not that I’m not appreciative, but... Why?” you ask.

“The guys cleared you out,” he replies, as if it’s simple and clear-cut. “They always clear you out. So I thought I’d stock the place back up for you.”

Sheer disbelief: that’s the only way you react to this revelation.

This boy, Jeon fucking Jungkook. There’s just something novel and fresh about him. He’s kind. He’s endearing. He’s generous. He’s caring. Maybe you haven’t known him for very long, but he’s quickly earning himself a place at the table of your life. Quickly worming past your defenses, making a beeline toward carving out a piece of your heart for him.

(Platonically, of course. Joy, Jimin and Namjoon are also earning themselves seats and carving out pieces, too. It’s… Different though. Somehow. Perhaps because those three are your roommates and Jungkook isn’t?)

Notes of thinly veiled wonder in your voice, you say, “You didn’t have to do this.” Even if it’s a gift. A purely genuine gift that makes your heart swell. “There’s a reason I let everyone raid the kitchen. I don’t give a shit. Feeding people isn’t a big deal.”

Luckily, you have enough money to afford them doing so. But you don’t mention the money thing. That might only make Jungkook curious about how you have money, since you don’t have a job. You don’t want him to probe. Not that.

“Feeding a whole village, though?” Jungkook retorts, disapprovingly shaking his head.

Okay, maybe it is a whole village. You have any number of guys from Jungkook’s fraternity coming through your house at any given moment, and that’s not to mention all the other new friends that make your and your housemates’ home theirs.

“I got you, Blue. Just accept the groceries. Because they’re yours.”

Well, what else would you do? Kick Jungkook to the curb with his celery sticks? Instead, you grin. “Fair enough,” you say. “Thank you, Jeon. Really. You’re sweet.”

Bashfully, he returns your smile, a slight blush dusted across his lightly freckled cheeks. Jungkook can surprisingly be mildly shy. When you’d met him, he was quiet, but spoke the more you did. In hindsight, though, that was probably more to do with you annoying the crap out of him than any blossoming personality trait of his, though. But you like that as the days go by, you’re starting to learn more about Jungkook. Starting to get him to open up more and more. You don’t truly understand the full reason why you feel this way, but you’ve come to the conclusion that he’s one of the best people that you’ve met since moving here by far.

You get along swimmingly. You have similar jock-ish interests. And he’s incredibly attractive.

Okay, maybe the last part is very irrelevant.

Or maybe not. You think most of your friends are pretty damn attractive, actually, so it’s not just Jungkook whose looks you thoroughly admire.

Still, the fact that this friend is here bringing you groceries because his friends, your shared friends, had eaten many of yours?

It’s a fact that warms you, even more than the steaming cup of coffee does.

Rising to your feet, you begin to grab the items and place them in the cabinets where they’re meant to go. You don’t bother telling Jungkook not to help you do so, because at this points you’re sure it would be wasted breath.

So, the two of you work together to put the groceries away and, when you’re done, he turns to face you with tired eyes. It’s only at this point when you realize the slight purpling beneath his eyes, the exhausting that lines his irises.

Of course he’s tired. t’s only seven in the morning, and, for people who aren’t you, that’s really fucking early for a Saturday.

“Oh, shit,” you curse lowly, so as not to wake Yoongi. You rush to pull a mug out of the upper cabinet, grab the coffee pot, and swiftly pour him a steaming cup of coffee. “I’m so sorry I didn’t offer one right away. Next time, though, feel free to ask. Or pour one of your own.” You extend the mug to him, feeling out of sorts, and he hesitates to take it, as if mulling over your words.

“Okay,” he says, finally, reaching out to take the cup. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” And yet there’s something to the tone of his supposed agreement that makes you think he absolutely will not be asking or pouring one of his own in the future.

Okay, so he’s excessively polite and worried about putting you out (as if he could ever). Fine. You’ll just have to remember to pour him a mug whenever he’s over in the morning.

You hope he comes in the mornings more and more often. Because, right now, it’s quiet. It’s just you and Jungkook right now, essentially. It hasn’t been just you and Jungkook since the night you’d met, for that all-too-brief time in a stranger’s laundry room.

You want more of these quiet moments with him.

As Jungkook sips the coffee, his eyes scan over the living room once again. Setting the mug back down on the counter, he walks over to your kitchen sink and bends down to dig around in the cabinet under the sink before popping back up, hands filled with myriad cleaning supplies that he sets on the counter. Then he grabs the trash can from beside the sink and sets it beside him. “I’m going to help you clean,” he states, brooking no room for disagreement.

 Naturally, though, you disagree. “No, Jeon, it’s okay, really. I’ve got it. It’s no big deal.

He doesn’t respond, merely reaching over the counter to pull a few of the Red Solo cups from the counter, into the trash.

Well. That spurs you to action. If he’s going to be insistent about helping, then you’re not just going to stand there like a useless idiot and make him do it alone. So you follow his suit and start throwing all the beer bottles in the trash, carefully setting them down quietly.

Jungkook turns to face you over the trash can between you, giving you a soft and airy look.

For a millisecond, you freeze under the steady weight of his honey-eyed gaze, entranced by him, before you mentally shake yourself and tear your own eyes away.

Facing away from him, you find a very small, unplanned smile coming to your face.

The two of you spend the rest of the early morning cleaning up the mess from the night before.

Even though it’s a mundane task, it feels far less mundane with Jungkook beside you.

********

Present day, Summer 2002.

There are reasons you love the outdoors.

One of them is the views.

The way the sunrise peeks wonderfully over the horizon, swathing you in its budding warmth and refulgent light. The twenty-mile view out from the cliff that shows you the forest of vibrantly green trees. Another jutting, jagged cliff down the way, the forest broken up by a babbling river that runs through it several hundred feet below you.

Another is the sounds.

The euphonious birdsong that swells with the rising sun, growing louder as the assortment of birds greet the day with pretty chirps. Or the steady, low thrum of the wind, accompanied by the scuffling through the underbrush of the myriad animals that make the outdoors their home.

Another is how it feels.

The wind gently caresses your skin, and the sun grants you gentle kisses atop every exposed part of your body. Even the rough rocks that you’re seated on aren’t unpleasant; the rocks ground you in your body.

But what you love most about being in a place like this, gorgeous and raw and everything amiss from the grinding cogs of the industrial civilization you live in, is how natural it all is. With the rise of cell phones and the growing need to stay ever-connected to your network of people via the electronic, you find yourself loving more and more eschewing the industry of society and finding little pockets of untouched nature.

Normally, when you’re here, you feel rooted to your body. It’s not that you lack a brain in moments like these, it’s that your brain is filled only with the steady buzz of wildlife, of the sound of water rushing over rock, of trees shifting in the breeze. All worries gone with the breeze.

So why in the goddamn hell is that not working right now?

Your mind, instead of being beautifully, deservedly dégagé, feels overrun with thoughts of the man sitting beside you, kicking his muscled legs off the ledge and taking tiny sips out of his water bottle.

Jeon fucking Jungkook.

It’s definitely not the first time the man has occupied a great majority of your thoughts, but it’s been years since your mind had run rampant with memories of him.

You’re a regular hiker at Sangsaeng, and you’ve come many times over the years. With friends, without them — even with Jungkook, way back when. And yet it’s only here, now, with Jungkook’s four-year-long sabbatical from this town hanging between you, that you feel overwhelmed with thoughts.

You fight them back and push them way, way down.

The past is the past. You and Jungkook have a second chance to be friends here. You’re not going to let the stupidity of your college years ruin this chance.

You’re grown now, damn it. You and Jungkook both.

Twenty-six, not eighteen. Older, more mature, hopefully significantly wiser than the you of back then.

So, because you’ve never been a quiet person, you turn to your side and give Jungkook an amiable look, prepared to break the stuffy silence. Feet dangling precariously off the edge of the cliff, you lean over on one shoulder and say, “So. The Rivet, huh?”

“Yup,” Jungkook replies with a shrug, enunciating the lone word so it pops.

His single word answer doesn’t bother you. Jungkook has his rare super-talkative moments, but he’s also generally a pretty soft spoken dude. His life philosophy is probably something like: why say something in twenty words that you could say in three?

To which you’d counter: why say something in twenty words when you could turn it into a half hour long rant with room for probing questions from your conversation partner in between?

(Okay. Maybe you love to talk.)

“Hopefully you aren’t planning on staying there overly long,” you say. “I know that place is expensive as all hell. Namjoon’s parents stayed there one weekend when they were visiting and they complained for, like, months afterward about how much money they dropped to come see their son.” Your heart squeezes unpleasantly, remembering that. Even if they complain, they truly love their son. “And Joon’s parents got money money, so you know they were draining their wallets.”

Jungkook laughs softly, and your heart squeezes again: this time, much more pleasantly. “Well, they may have money money, but they’re also cheap cheap.” Before you can open your mouth to retort— because yeah, he’s got a point, but your point was that you know he’s got to be dropping way too much for the room — he waves a hand to wave that off. “Don’t worry. They’ll eventually reimburse me for at least some of the cost of the room, so I’m not that worried about money.” He sighs, and you watch him, leaned back on his tattooed arms, his head tilted back to reveal the smooth expanse of his throat. “Hotels are just so annoying to live in. It’s only been a week and I’m over it.”

You hum as you watch your sneaker-covered feet swirl in absent-minded circles. You tend to have trouble sitting still, your body wanting to be in motion at all times. “Well… Knowing you, you had to have had more reliably permanent lodging planned before moving here, yeah?”

“Well, yeah. My backup plan was to crash at Chan’s place for a while, but he’s on a business trip in Canada right now, since he didn’t know I was coming earlier than expected, he didn’t think to leave a key so I can get into his apartment.” Chan — Jungkook’s college roommate slash best friend. More muscles than brain cells, but a decent guy. You’re relieved to know that they are still in contact. At least Jungkook didn’t completely lose everyone when he’d left. “I looked at a few apartments here and there, but either they were overly-priced, tiny as fuck, in the shitty part of town, not available until Spring or…” He tilts his head. “I’m pretty sure one had mold growing in the ceilings, so that was fun.” Again, he shrugs. “I got lucky enough with the job. Fair enough that I didn’t luck out with a place to live right away, right?”

“Not lucky,” you counter, leaning toward him a microscopic bit. “You’ve always worked so hard. Hell, you did post-grad at SNU, Jeon. That’s amazing. Not to mention that internship at a Global 500? You mean to say luck landed you there?” You scoff light-heartedly, rolling your eyes as Jungkook mildly preens at your praise. “You, Jeon Jungkook, are a little bit of an idiot.”

Jungkook immediately de-preens, giving you a slight pout that makes your resulting loud laughter ring off the cliff and into the ravine.

“Build a man up just to tear him down,” he quips, clutching his hand over his heart. “You know just how to twist the knife, Blue.”

There’s something about the way he says it: in his familiar, low voice, on the breath of a laugh, his dark, doe eyes crinkling in pretty crescents as they stare across the too-wide gap between the two of you.

Then confusion visibly overtakes his expression, and he says, “Wait. How did you know all that? Where I interned and stuff?”

Oops.

You and Jungkook haven’t spoken in years, that’s true. But… “Jimin and Joy,” you say. “I’ve gotten front row seats to Jeon Jungkook’s Business a few times over the years.”

Immediately, understanding dawns on him. “Ah. Right.” He nods and fiddles with his ringed, tattooed fingers, seeming to readily accept that. “Makes sense.” Jimin and Joy have always been forces to be reckoned with, both of them people with their fingers on the pulse of seemingly everyone in the entire country’s goings-on.

If you ever want dirt on anyone in a 2,000 mile radius, just ask them. They’ll be able to dredge up something. Somehow. (Who knows how they do it? Not you.)

“Sooo…” you drawl out, tapping your fingers anxiously on top of the dirt-speckled rock. “You really haven’t found someplace that won’t require you to sell an organ once a month just to keep the lights on?”

Jungkook smiles. You stare, transfixed at it, the way it pulls up his face prettily. “Really, Blue. Don’t worry about me. I’ll figure it out.”

“Well, figure it out with me, then.” At his slow, uncomprehending blink, you add, “Like. Live with me.”

Yes, sometimes your mouth runs faster than your mind can keep up with it, but even though you mildly regret the words as soon as they escape your mouth, you realize they don’t feel like a mistake. It doesn’t feel wrong to have extended such an offer to Jungkook.

What does feel wrong, though, is the deer-in-the-headlights look he gives you in response.

“No, no, let me explain,” you say, heart thumping. “I’ve got my own apartment. I’ve had it since everyone had to move out of the house on 8th street. Jimin was my roommate. He moved out about two years ago into his girlfriend’s place, and I never felt the need to move. It’s rent-controlled and decently sized, two beds, two baths. Nice airy kitchen and living room. It’s a sweet place, and there’s an unoccupied guest room with your name on it, if you want it.”

Jungkook’s shoulders tense up, a furrow nesting between his thick brows. You sense rejection on the horizon, but before you can sweeten the pot for him, he says, “I don’t know, Blue… I’d be imposing on you.”

“Not at all!” you assure him wholeheartedly. And not in the kind, doesn’t-mean-it-but-trying-to-be-hospitable way, but genuinely. Putting Jungkook up for a bit wouldn’t harm you in the least. “At least for now, anyway. If you want to keep looking for a place, then by all means. But at least do it from my apartment for free instead of chopping off a finger every week for your payment to the Rivet.”

His skin dimples as he smiles, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he puffs out a laugh. “I’m not paying that much, Blue.”

“C’mon, Jeon, live a little,” you continue. “It’ll feel like college all over again.”

Not that you want it to feel like college. But, undoubtedly, Jungkook’s return has brought with him wisps of nostalgia that color the air in their pale blue hue.

“Let me help you,” you insist into his silence, quieter this time.

God knows Jungkook has done his lion’s share of helping you.

And, sure, perhaps there’s a small part of you that’s allowing your guilt from the less than ideal past you and Jungkook share to guide your offer, but the larger part of you overrides that. You genuinely want to help Jungkook because he’s a good guy who’s struggling a little bit and you can.

Jungkook tilts his head, seeming to consider your proposition. Curiosity replaces some of the tension in the broad lines of his shoulders. He looks away from you, out at the sunny sky, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “You’re sure it’s okay?” he asks. “It wouldn’t be… I don’t know… weird?”

Awkward would probably be a term more apt to describe it than weird, but you shake your head regardless. “Not weird at all.”

There’s hesitation in the dips of his face, evidenced by the crinkling of his nose, the slight downwards tug of his full lips. Then he sighs, and speaks. “Fine,” he says, and before you can open your mouth to cheer, or — something, Jungkook levels you with a stare that makes the noise die in your throat. “But only on the condition that you let me pay half the bills.”

“There’s no need for that.”

“I won’t live there for free, Blue.”

At his intense gaze, the way he leans marginally toward you, the sweat that gleans over his face from the summer sun, you consider it. You definitely don’t need his money — and thank fuck for your own financial security — but if it would help alleviate some of his apparent guilt at leeching off of you, or however he wants to view it, then fine. You can take his money and use it to buy your friends drinks, or something. “How about you buy the groceries —”

“Because you hate going to the grocery store?” Jungkook interrupts knowingly.

Your heart warms. Why does he remember that seemingly obscure fact about you? “Yeah,” you say. “So. You do the grocery shopping, and pay the utilities, because I remember you taking hour long fucking showers.”

“Is it a crime to like being thoroughly clean?”

“Not a crime. Just a drain on the water bill. Hence why you’ll be the one to pay it.”

His resulting laugh is loud, open. It sounds more free than the other laughs he’s given you since his return. Almost a return to the Jungkook of old.

But then the laughter dies, and his dark eyes trail over you. Searching. For what? You’ve not clue. He swallows. “Blue,” he says, and the way he says your nickname sets your skin ablaze. “Are we really doing this? You’re sure?”

You understand his repeated checking in with you. Really. For you to go from giving him an icy shoulder for years to offering him your spare room in exchange for pennies and potatoes, you recognize that’s a large leap from where the two of you had left off. A huge leap. A seemingly out of nowhere leap.

But Jungkook hasn’t been inside your head the past four years. He hasn’t even been here. Hasn’t been here to bear witness to the potent regret that trailed you like a stubborn shadow; to parties, to bars, to your clinic, everywhere.

Your throat dries up. Suddenly, you hear nothing but the low thudding of your heartbeat, see nothing but Jungkook’s dark, eager eyes. Suddenly, there is nothing in the entire world but you and Jeon Jungkook.

So you have to shake off that feeling before you can dive down the endless well once again. Only brain damage awaits you down there.

“We’re doing this,” you affirm, using the opportunity to break that thick moment. You wipe off the rock dust from your bare legs and give Jungkook your best dazzling smile. “So why don’t we start by getting you moved in?”

“Oh,” he says. “Uh, yeah.” He rises to his feet with the power of his legs exclusively, gracing you with a smile, and though you spot some uncertainty hidden in the cleft of his lip, Jungkook is unfailingly polite enough to attempt to hide it.

What you feel right now, however, is nothing but sure.

This is a chance, plopped in your lap. A real, solid chance to rebuild your friendship with Jungkook. A chance to attempt to remedy the past. Chances like this don’t come by often. This is the first in four years. It may be the last.

“Hotel first?” you ask.

“Hotel first,” he agrees.

——

Contrary to Jungkook’s misgivings about how horribly put-on you’d be to help him, helping him isn’t actually all that difficult.

The two of you walk back down Sangsaeng’s trails, chattering far more than you had on the way up. You were grateful for it; some of the tension had been effectively dissolved, the ice broken, leaving you at least edging closer to the place where the two of you had been years ago.

You start to put his bike on the bike rack on the back of your Jeep, but Jungkook insistently takes over, and you reluctantly let him take his bike to attach it to the spot beside yours. Once you’re both settled in your car, you take off for Jungkook’s hotel. You walk with him up to his hotel and help him pack what little items he did have, stubbornly ignoring his claims that you don’t have to help him, because, like, who does he think you are? A raging asshole?

(Well, maybe a mild asshole. Sometimes. But not a raging one. At least, not in years. And never intentionally.)

You stand next to him as he turns in the hotel room’s keycard to the hotel’s receptionist, and then, armed with his four duffels, you both climb back in your trusty Jeep and take off to your apartment.

Now you’re in the elevator, Jungkook carrying three of his duffels and you carrying only one — because Jungkook had stubbornly ignored your persistent claims for equality — while the elevator slowly traverses up eight floors.

“I’m in 8A,” you inform him. “First door when we step off the elevator.”

He nods, but says nothing, fingers thrumming against his duffel.

The elevator door slides open on the 8th floor, and Jungkook needlessly extends his tattoo-sleeved arm and thick, similarly-tattooed fingers to hold it open for you as you exit the elevator, followed by Jungkook.

And then, faster than even you can take in, his arm braces out in front of you, causing you to jolt to a stop. You crane your neck to give Jungkook a curious look, and he only shakes his head, eyes dark, putting a tattooed finger to his lip.

The brittle, alarmed look in his gaze is enough to keep you quiet, enough to raise your hackles.

Then his eyes settle forward once again, looking at your apartment door, still bristled.

When your eyes follow his, the surrounding tense air thick and heavy like molasses, you brace for the worst. Instead, you immediately relax upon seeing what’s got him so on edge. Or rather, who.

You roll your eyes. You forgot how protective Jungkook can be. He’s so mild-mannered and then boom. Quick as a hair trigger, ready to puff up and fight at a millisecond’s notice.

“Hoseok!” you call out amicably, hoping your usage of the man’s name will put Jungkook right.

The man turns around from your front door, a handful of packages in his arms, overflowing, almost. He brightens when he sees it’s you, and shakes his elbow by way of greeting, considering his arms are full. “Hey, Blue! Don’t mind me.”

“Oh, I mind you,” Jungkook mutters under his breath.

You elbow him lightly in the ribs before moving forward, encroaching on Hoseok standing in front of your doorway, right on the welcome mat. “Let me guess. They delivered your package to the wrong address again?”

He pouts, sighing. “I don’t know how they always get it so wrong. You’re apartment 8A. I’m 8C. A. C. Two completely different letters.”

“Wow, someone passed kindergarten,” says Jungkook. “Remind me, what’s 2 + 2 again?”

Hoseok looks up to face him, clearly bewildered.

You ignore Jungkook. “Honestly? I think the delivery people are just too lazy to walk down the hall,” you say, grabbing some of the packages from his hand to help him in his perusal of them. “This one’s yours,” you say, tucking the small package into the crook of your elbow. “This one’s for Ms. Kang in 8D… This one’s for 8B, so it’s for Mina…” You frown. “Is there even anything for me?”

Hoseok laughs lightly. “Did you order anything for you?”

“Well, no, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t make me jealous being the dropoff for everyone else’s packages.” You sigh playfully. “Want my help dropping these off to their rightful owners?”

“Sure—” He stops when he looks at Jungkook behind you, suddenly looking slightly nervous. “Actually, nah. You look like you’re busy. I’ve got it this time.”

“They really should pay you for doing their job for them,” you tease.

Hoseok steps back, shrugging. “I don’t mind it. Hey, though — are we still on for parasailing next weekend?”

“Of course. I’m really looking forward to it.”

He nods, smiling his friendly, wide smile that he gives everyone, a lock of brown hair dangling off his forehead. He’s a man with a lean build, an attractive guy for sure.

The recall of Joy’s ringing voice in the back of your head reminds you of when she’d asked you, why haven’t you fucked the shit out of your hot neighbor yet?

You have never given her anything more than a joke for an answer, but the real answer is because you know it would be awkward after, so.

You don’t do casual sex with friends very well.

Strangers? Yeah. Friends—or anyone you are literally forced into seeing on the regular? Absolutely not. Never again.

Feeling Jungkook staring, you say, “I’ll call you with the deets. Now, I’m not sure, so don’t hold me at gunpoint to this, but I think Sana managed to score us a steep discount because she fucked the paragliding lady.”

Hoseok shakes his head fondly. “Of course she would. I’ll give her my thanks if her sacrifice saves me fifty bucks.” Then he turns to face Jungkook. “Sorry about that, dude. I’m Jung Hoseok. I live down the hall.”

“Yeah, I gathered that,” Jungkook replies flatly.

You shoot him a narrow-eyed stare.

He sighs. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. Blue’s new roommate.”

Hoseok’s eyes sparkle at that, his mouth widening into a comical ‘o’ before he looks at you. “Damn, Blue. Been a while since you had a roommate. Not since that one dude. The tall one who always dressed like he just walked off a magazine catalogue, you know?” Hoseok tilts his head, thinking, and you eagerly try to stop him before he says it via neighbor telepathy. (That’s gotta be a thing, right? Because Hoseok’s somehow always available when you run out of salt and need to borrow some). And yet, all your burst blood vessels and neighbor telepathy do jack shit, for he pays your clear distress no heed as he tries to remember. “Jin, right?” He looks at you with a smile, as if happy that he managed to remember.

Shit. You forgot how loose-lipped Hoseok was. You shake your head, eyes wide at him, and his own eyes widen as he clearly catches on that he made a social faux pas. “Oh — I. Um. Yeah. I gotta jet. If I don’t deliver these packages, no one will.” With an awkward laugh and even more awkward two-fingered wave over his shoulder, he practically scuttles away, holding the excess of packages tight to his chest. “I’ll catch y’all later!”

You watch as he drops Mina’s packages on her doormat before quickly veering down the hall and to the right to continue his self-imposed delivery duty.

Refusing to look at Jungkook, you use the resulting silence as the chance to grab your keys out of your pocket and unlock your front door, kicking the door open wide for Jungkook. “Here we are,” you say, levelly, extending your arms as if parading off an art piece. “My little slice of heaven.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything, and you swallow, feeling awkward.

You move forward; your open concept, large kitchen immediately in view off the entranceway. “Here’s the kitchen,” you say, stupidly — wondering if Jungkook’s going to make a sarcastic remark about how he’s glad you’ve graduated from learning colors to rooms in a home, but he doesn’t. You turn to face him, his expression unreadable as he drops one duffel on your marbled kitchen island, the other two on the floor beside it. Then you extend your arms to the back of the apartment; your floor-to-ceiling windows, your cozy living room. The hard wood floors and fluffy rug atop them. “The living room,” you say, voice a bit high, like you’re a paid spokesperson for your own home.

Why are you being so odd?

You walk off the open space and down the small hallway. You open the hall closet, showing him the assortment of freshly washed sheets, blankets, and towels inside, as well as all the cleaning supplies. “For all your linen and cleaning needs.”

Still, he says nothing.

Then, to the left, you open the door to reveal a stark room. There’s an empty desk complete with a rolling desk chair and a made queen-size bed. You grimace at the bedset; a floral pattern of pinks and reds entwined. “Sana really wanted me to get that bed-set. Sometimes she crashes here when she’s drunk. But, uh, since the room is yours for the time being, you’re welcome to buy your own, of course.”

“The bedset is fine,” Jungkook says drily.

Right. You step into the room, moving toward the center, where the closet door is. You open it to reveal a decent-sized, empty closet. “All yours,” you say. Then you head out of the room, and wordlessly, Jungkook tails you. You open the next door down on the left to reveal the guest bathroom. “And you can consider this one yours unless guests are over, because I’ve got my own en suite.” You point to the door across the hall, on the right. “That’s my room. And… That’s it. That’s my apartment. Worse places to live, right?”

Jungkook turns to face you silently, and then he leans against the hallway wall, crossing his arms across his chest. “You told me your last roommate was Jimin. Who’s Jin?”

Ugh. Fuck.

You’re definitely going to be sprinkling cajun salt under Hoseok’s pillow for retribution.

Technically you never told him Jimin was your last. But. Yeah.

“Just some guy,” you lie, waving that off with a hand so Jungkook doesn’t feel it necessary to continue grilling you. “Do you like the apartment? Think you can bear to stay for a while?”

Jungkook’s eyes search your face, his irises almost black, intense and scrutinizing.

Then he sighs and straightens. The terse aura dissipates at that, and he says, “The apartment is great, Blue. Thanks for allowing me to kick it here.”

“Always,” you say, grateful that he’s ready to segue past this little blip.

Jungkook leaves you standing in the hallway while he goes to grab the duffels h’d left in the foyer, carrying all four of them with ease into your guest room. Jungkook’s room, now, you remind yourself.

Despite the weird aura, the part of this situation where Jungkook is living in the room isn’t really the odd part. In fact, it makes you almost giddy. Not just to have someone to share your living space with, but Jungkook, of all people.

Hope crests within you. This is going to be good. So good. You get to help him — he who has always, unfailingly been there for you — and get to have him back in your life. It’s a win-win.

(And yet, guilt crawls up the ribs of your throat. It’s a win-win for you. For Jungkook? Doubtful.)

You stand in the doorway to his room and watch as he begins to pull things out of his duffel and unpack, surveying him as you watch the way his biceps flex while he moves about the room, ensuring everything he puts away is carefully folded and properly pristine.

He’s always been a clean freak.

You keep things nice and clean for the most part, but you don’t live and die by cleanliness. Definitely not to the extent Jungkook does.

“Here,” you say, setting the keys to your car down on the still-empty desk. “Feel free to use the Jeep for whatever you need. You can use it for the rest of the day, even.”

Slowing down in his folding of a pair of joggers, Jungkook eyes the keys unsurely. “… Are you sure I can?” He sets the pants down, striding toward you, a knot between his brows.

“Of course,” you assure him. “Now, I’ve got to shower because Joon and Joy are coming over in a few hours, so you’re good, right?”

Jungkook nods, giving you an appreciative look as he comes to a stop in front of you. So close, yet not close enough. “Thank you, Blue. You don’t know how much your help means to me.”

A pleasantness vibrates throughout you.

You wonder if Jungkook remembers all the times he’d taken care of you, in years gone by? In more ways than you can count, in more significant ways than you can express, in more important ways than you could ever repay him.

You certainly remember, even as you try hard not to. Even as you try to bury it all down and forge forward.

But then Jungkook leans forward and hugs you.

It’s quick, barely there, just an awkward, one-armed hug like that of near-strangers, and nothing like the burrowing, lengthy hugs you used to share, but it’s a hug all the same.

A hug from fucking Jeon Jungkook.

Your brain completely on the fritz, you don’t manage to comprehend what’s happening and hug him back in time before he pulls away, giving you one of his sweet, small smiles — more of a ghost of a tug of his lips than a smile, eyes gently twinkling.

“Really, Blue,” he murmurs. “Thank you.”

And, your car keys ensconced in his palm, he walks past you and exits your apartment.

Against your rationally best wishes, you feel yourself deflating slightly in his absence, but you shake that off by reminding yourself that even though Jungkook had left — this time, he’ll be back.

Jungkook had come back. Here’s here now. For the time being.

And, for now, that’s all that matters.

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sunnebeam · 10 months

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twin flame bruise. (02)

PART 2.

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader, jeon jungkook x reader (yes they're different people)

warnings: jeon twins au, possible headache bc the use of Jeongguk (nicknamed Guk) and Jung Kook (nicknamed JK) is v confusing, mentions of money laundering, strained family relationships

series index. | masterlist + disclaimers.

note: part 2 is here!!! this will have 8 parts + an epilogue btw! each part will more or less have the same word count as this one (since i still struggle writing long pieces),,, no update schedule, we just chillin' here and writing things when we have the time and energy <3 as always, feedback is highly appreciated!

It’s been a month and a half since Jung Kook last had a good night’s sleep.

But he supposes it could be worse. After all, the bed he’s laying on is decently soft, the pillows are freshly fluffed, and the bedroom he’s occupying doesn’t have that dusty-old-room smell. Yoongi really outdid himself with this one.

“Hey, kid.”

Speak of the devil.

JK turns on his side, his back facing the opened door and the person entering it. He hears another set of footsteps that tells him Namjoon just entered, too. Still, he doesn’t budge.

He knows his being a bit too hard on his two companions, but JK can’t help it.

“I know you’re mad at us…”

He’s not, actually. He’s mad at the situation.

“...and I know you hate this place…”

Not exactly. It’s a decent house. He just prefers his own.

“...but it’s still too dangerous right now. Please understand, kid, we need to hide away for a while. Make things die down a bit before going home.”

Home. He wants to go home. To his apartment. To his bed. To you.

JK sighs. He already had this particular talk with both Yoongi and Namjoon a hundred times already in the past month alone. He doesn’t mean to be so difficult but the situation just frustrates him to no end.

But then again, this is his own fault.

Entering the underground world of money laundering – even as an errand boy at the bottom of the food chain – wasn’t the greatest idea for a side job. But when you’re an impressionable college student mixing in with the wrong crowds, you don’t exactly make the best choices.

What started as a small, risky gig to earn some extra cash turned into an endless cycle of running his clients’ dirty money around different places and concealing them in clean, legal transactions.

He tried hiding his little errands from you but you were too observant for your own good. Though you don’t exactly know what he’s gotten himself into, you do know it’s dangerous. In fact, you told him time and again to get out and get his shit together. But by the time JK finally got his head out of the gutter and tried to leave, he couldn’t.

Because you needed money.

Money has always been a sore spot for you, having struggled financially for as long as you could remember. And yet, not once have you asked for his help nor forced him to put himself in risky situations just to help you out. Unfortunately for you, JK is nothing if not stubborn, and if there’s a way he could help you, he’ll do it.

But this time, though, he fucked up.

“You didn’t fuck up,” Namjoon interrupts his self-deprecating thoughts. “It’s not your fault, JK. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

But it is his fault. After all, their latest client was dangerous, influential, powerful. This client was not to be messed with, not to be stood up, not to be denied…

…and yet JK backed out of the deal at the last minute.

“You were right to back out,” Yoongi reassures him. “I wasn’t sure about that client, either.”

“You’re just saying that,” JK says.

“I’m not. If you hadn’t called to back out, I probably would’ve. Either way, the man's pissed off so we need to lie low for a bit, yeah? Don’t brood too much."

Yoongi turns and heads out the door, motioning for Namjoon to follow him out, but not before calling out to their younger companion for one last thing.

“You got a good heart, kid. Don’t worry, you’ll get home soon.”

And he will. He just has to hold out a bit more.

He can’t. He can’t hold out any more.

Jeongguk looks at the caller ID with panicked eyes, the incessant ringing of his phone echoing in his ears, and he realizes he can’t put off answering any longer.

Swiping the green button, he holds his phone to his ear and internally hypes himself up, before finally talking to his parents.

“Eomma.”

“Well, hello to you, too,” his mother responds sarcastically. “I was beginning to think we didn’t have a son anymore, with you not answering our calls and your brother giving us the silent treatment.”

His brother.

Guk pinches the bridge of his nose, wondering how he can keep feeding his mother the lie that his twin brother was just in one of his so-called moods and took an impromptu vacation somewhere.

He feels horrible for lying but he also doesn’t want to unnecessarily worry his parents on the fifty-fifty chance that his younger twin really did just take some time to himself without telling anybody. And maybe it makes Guk a terrible brother but he really thinks JK is capable of such a thing – of just going off the grid and not warning anyone.

But that’s the best case scenario.

As for the worst case scenario, the two of you already went to the police station to report his twin as missing. But since the last text he sent was telling you he was going somewhere and explicitly telling you not to follow him, the police couldn’t do much.

Still, Guk is nothing if not thorough, so he takes it upon himself to call in some favors and hire a private investigator. As of now, he’s still waiting for some updates.

“Sorry, Eomma, I’m a bit busy with homework,” Guk tries to placate his mother through the phone but at the mention of the last word, he’s reminded that he actually has company in his apartment right now when Taehyung and Jimin snort at his lame excuse.

“Homework?” his mother repeats. “You work too hard, Gukie,” she sighs. “If only your brother was more like you…”

Again with the comparisons.

“Nah, he’s alright, Eomma,” he defends. “Y’know, he’s not failing his classes, right?”

“Yeah, well, he’s not excelling in his classes, either.”

“He doesn’t have to. Cut him some slack.” At this point, he’s getting tired of the nagging, even though it’s not directed at him. This kind of nagging is the exact reason his parents’ relationship with his younger twin is so strained in the first place. “Anyways, tell Appa I said hi, will you? I gotta go. Bye. Love you.”

He hangs up.

“Damn, Guk,” Jimin sighs. “Still haven’t told your parents?”

“I’ll tell them at some point, okay? I just need to make sure that JK didn’t leave on his own on a whim.”

“You still think that?” Taehyung asks incredulously. “I highly doubt he went missing on his own. Hell, even Y/N doubts that.”

At the mention of your name, Guk can’t help the slight reddening of his cheeks, something his friends immediately notice.

Taehyung smirks. “Looks like someone’s got a crush.”

He doesn’t even bother responding because how could he not have a crush? His growing, albeit awkward, relationship with you is plaguing his thoughts every minute since he met you. In between discussions about his twin’s possible whereabouts, your other conversations allow him to learn more about you, and what he learns is that you’re passionate, driven, diligent – all the good things.

And of course, to top all that off, you’re fucking beautiful, too. It’s no wonder that, despite the unlabeled situationship, his brother fell for you.

Guk just hopes, when all this is over, you’ll give him a chance.

Nope, you won’t give him a chance.

You stare at the customer who has the audacity to only order side dishes and nothing else again. He usually gets away with his request when your boss, Seojoon, is manning the counter. But with you? Nope, you’re not giving him another chance.

"You need to buy more than just pickled radish before I let you eat in this pub," you tell him, arms crossed. Your manager, Yiseo, is at your side, tapping her foot expectantly, her eyebrows raised.

He scoffs.

"Rude," he grumbles. "What if people find out you're turning away customers?"

"You can't be a customer if you only order the free side dishes," Yiseo retorts.

"At least I pay for the rice," he grumbles when a hand lands on his shoulder.

"That you do, Jin," your boss says, inserting himself into the conversation. He then tells Yiseo to cater to another customer who wants more drinks, before turning to you. "Y/N, why don't you prepare Seokjin's food while I show him to his table?"

You sigh, complying with the request and ignoring Jin's annoying smirk directed your way. Well, if Seojoon wants his business to be at a deficit, it's all on him.

Besides, you suppose you owe Jin now since Guk hired him, and being hired to investigate a missing person's whereabouts definitely isn't a walk in the park.

And speaking of Guk…

"Hey, Y/N."

Ah. Right on time.

"Hey, Guk," you greet him, waving your hand stiffly and awkwardly. Yiseo sees your shaky wave from across the pub and teasingly wiggles her eyebrows, but you silently plead with her to not make a comment.

After all, this has already become an everyday occurrence.

Everyday, a few hours before your shift ends, Guk visits the pub and eats with Jin, ordering a generous amount of actual food to compensate for the latter's small meal. Then, later at night after you close up, he walks you home – sometimes updating you on Jin's progress with the case, sometimes just talking to you about anything under the moon.

You've grown closer with him, without a doubt, but you can't deny that you're in an awkward situation – what, with your history involving his twin and all. You cringe internally when you remember the time Seojoon mistook him for JK, much to your embarrassment.

"Seokjin's over there." You point him to the table where the man is eating.

Guk looks at the direction you're pointing to before turning back to you with his eyebrows scrunched. You're about to ask him what's wrong when you see his hand reach towards your face, more specifically, your cheek.

"Eyelash," he says as an explanation, pulling the offending object from your cheek, completely oblivious to how you freeze up at his touch and proximity.

When he finally mumbles a low, "see you later," and heads to Jin's table, Yiseo rushes over to you and gives you a pointed look.

"I see you have a type."

"Please," you whine. "Don't."

She laughs at your expense, patting your shoulder and bumping her hips against yours playfully.

"Y'know," she starts, "you should consider giving him a chance."

"Unnie!"

"What?"

It's your turn to give her a pointed look. "Did you forget he's JK's brother? His twin brother?"

"Yeah, well, your fuckbuddy isn't here, so…" She shrugs. “I don’t see why you can’t ask him on a date.”

You sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself, your eyes downcast. "I can't even afford to go on dates, let alone have time for it."

It's the truth. Dates entail time and money – things you don't have. And it's not like you have any family to help you out, having been orphaned at a young age. You’ve only ever had yourself to rely on. That’s how it’s always been.

"Y/N."

You're pulled out from your thoughts when you see Guk approach you with wide eyes.

"Hey, Guk. Did you want more rice?"

"No. I, uh—" He looks from you to Seokjin who's frantically typing away on his phone back at their table. "Jin and I were just…"

He trails off. You stare at him, waiting.

After what feels like a hundred years, he finally gathers the resolve to tell you the three words you've been wanting to hear.

"We found him."

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